#I'm too shy around new people. i don't like to stay in the middle and have everyone pay attention to me

[darkdragon768]

Once again proofed that I suck at group work, especially when I'm in a group with people who take it very seriously, give it their all and actually understand what they are doing and what's wanted. I always try to escape responsibilities and research by saying I'll create the handout but this time this really backfired, together with my procrastinating and sending stuff in too late.

I want this day to be over.

[weird-is-life]

Rockstar!tasm! Peter meeting Shy!reader on one of his shows? Invites her backstage to meet the band and he's just real flirty w her? Please

Hii, lovely!🫶 thank u so much for this request. This was fun to write. If you have anymore rockstar!Peter requests send them my way!!!! Hope this is okay. Warnings: fluff, use of y/n and pet names, mentions of alcohol, concert, flirting, mentions of big crowd, (2k)

Your best friends drag you to a concert of some upcoming band they love. Honestly, you don't know a thing about them only that they are allegedly pretty good, and that your friends are paying for your drinks tonight.

The whole place is packed with people, because it's not just one band playing, there are multiple bands playing throughout the whole night. The pretty big venue, but it still does nothing to make it more spacey. There's barely any place to move.

You thought you didn't mind so many people at one place, but as you try to get to the bar through the sea of sweaty bodies, you don't feel very happy that you're there.

You've lost your friends on the way to the bar as well, so you're on your own to get through the crowd. You hope that you'll meet your friends there.

You're almost at the bar when suddenly there's something cold and very very wet going down the front of your t-shirt. And by the smell of it, you can tell it's alcohol.

"Shit. I'm so sorry," the person panics in front of you," I didn't see you, like at all."

You slowly look up from your cold, wet t-shirt to the person speaking. It's a extremely handsome guy. Like 'your breath gets knocked out' handsome type. And no, you aren't even being dramatic.

He's dressed in all black, sleeveless t-shirt, black baggy jeans and black eyeliner. You don't think you've ever seen such abpretty and cute guy. He seems a bit familiar too, but you can't pinpoint where you've seen him before.

But you're t-shirt is still very much wet as you respond," it's-it's okay. There's just too many people, i know you didn't mean to."

You don't know what to do next. You don't have anything else to wear but this t-shirt. And your friends are still nowhere to be seen.

"Still, I'm very sorry," he apologetically looks at you, soft smile on his face. "Do you have anything else to wear?"

"I don't," you reply with a sigh.

"Shit," he curses looking around frantically. He looks like he has places to be, so you honestly don't want to keep him more than you've already had.

"It's whatever, I'll survive the few more hours, I guess. I'm sorry about your drinks tho," you give him a small, sheepish smile, and start going towards the bar again to find your friends.

You don't get far because he gently catches your hand, "as much as I think some guys would enjoy the wet t-shirt contest look, I would be an asshole to let you stay like this. Please let me get you a new t-shirt?"

Your cheeks go red at his words.

"It's really not that big deal-" you start.

"It is to me." He tells you. "Please, let me get you a t-shirt that doesn't reek of beer and vodka," he offers again with a chuckle.

You think it over for a few seconds as he looks hopefully at you, there's something else in the way he looks at you, but you can't quite name what it is.

"Okay, yeah," you say, and he smiles big at you," but where can you find a shirt here. There's nothing here."

He gives you the cheekiest smirk as he says, " don't worry about that. I'll get one for you. Just come with me."

He points to the doors you know lead to the backstage. You shake your head in disagreement, "we can't go there."

"We can, I know the people, so let's go," he starts to head thar way, but you don't budge. Overthinking it too much.

"Am I getting kidnapped?" you worry lightly. Even if you have a strong feeling, that you can trust this guy,

He laughs at your question,"no, definitely not. But if you want to wait here, it's okay, too. I'll bring it to you."

You think it over, and decide that you'd rather not stay in the middle of this pit of sweaty people. And also because you've never been backstage before, so you're curious.

"No, no, it's alright. I'll come with you."

He nods happily, "great. I'm Peter by the way."

"I'm y/n."

He starts to walk again, and this time you follow him. You have a hard time keeping up with him. With his long legs it's not easy to get through the crowd as he does.

Peter notices it, he stops, and suddenly there's his big, warm hand around yours.

Calloused fingers like guitarist's holding onto yours tightly, so he doesn't loose you. It makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

He tugs you after him with an ease, and in no time you're in the backstage area.

Peter doesn't drop your hand, though, and he leads you even farther to some dressing room. He walks inside it so casually, and to your horror he pulls you inside with him.

There are 3 more guys in that room, all of them similarly dressed to Peter, looking very much like some rockstars. Peter finally drops your head, "give me a second, I'll find some clean t-shirt in my bag for you."

He leaves you standing in the middle of the room with your cheeks very rosy at the attention of the three other boys.

"I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I'll...I'll go wait outside," you point at the door.

"You're not intruding," Peter says softly, " these are my boys..." he names all of them, and each of them gives you a warm smile and a nod.

Fuck. You suddenly realise. They must be some kind of band playing tonight.

"It's nice to meet you. Do...Are you playing on the stage tonight?" You question curiously.

"Yeah," Peter finally finds you a t-shirt, and walks back towards you. "We are the last band playing tonight," Peter hands you the clothing, and you thank him. Still very shy at the thought that you are currently standing in the middle of some band's dressing room.

"There's a bathroom right here, you can go change, yeah?" Peter suggests carefully, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything.

He thinks you are really, really pretty, and that it must be fate that you bumped into each other tonight. Peter only knows your name, and he knows he's fucked already. Like full on crush.

You only take a few seconds to clean yourself up, and change into Peter's t-shirt. When you come out of the bathroom, the guys are all standing, readying for the stage already.

"Hey, look at you, my t-shirt looks great on you, even if it's a little big," he compliments you with an easy smile, and you, once again, blush at his flirty tone.

"Thank you," you tell him," and thank you for the t-shirt, I really appreciate. I'm gonna go now though, i don't want to bother you anymore. I'll see you around. And thanks again."

You give him a wave with the intend to dissappear quickly out of there. Your friends are definitely wondering where you are by now. And also because your legs would probably give out if you had to endure one more flirty smile from Peter.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait up," Peter runs after you," I-I was wondering, if you would want to come listen from the side of the stage?

He looks unsurely at you. He has some kind of paper in his fidgeting hands.

"I can't, I'm sorry. I'm here with two of my best friends, so I can't even if I'd love to." You look regretfully at him.

"Then they should come, too! Please, it's the least I can do for spilling my drinks all over you." Peter blurts it all out way too quickly then he means to. Not keeping his cool composure near you like at all.

"Are you sure? We wouldn't want to bother," you ask quietly. Even if you'd really, really love seeing the band from the backstage. Because you don't want to go back into the messy crowd of people.

"You definitely won't bother anybody. It would be my pleasure actually to have you there. I can at least have some pretty girl like you there to dedicate our songs to," he winks at you. Flirting without much thought about it with you.

You can't say you don't like it. You do. Way too much than you probably should. So you say, "okay, yes. I'll text them right now."

"Great," he says with a big beam," and here, take this before I leave. Dave will escort you to the side of the stage." Peter pushes the paper from his hands to yours, and points at the bodyguard.

"Wait, Peter, what's this?"

"It's an address. If you could mail me the t-shirt back, it's my favourite," Peter tells you carefully, not wanting to sound like a dick.

"Oh, of course. That won't be any problem," you immediately assure him.

He nods at you, and leans in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. Don't worry, he gives you the time to push him away, but you don't. You would never. He just couldn't say goodbye to you without ever kissing your pink cheek in his lifetime.

"I'm so glad i bumped into you," he tells you breathlessly, "I'll see you on the stage," and with that he's off. Leaving you a blushing mess as you scramble to text your friends to come to the backstage.

When they finally arrive, you follow Dave to the side of the stage as your friends stare around them in huge awe.

It's even worse when you finally get to the stage. "How the fuck did you manage to get us in here?" Your friends question.

"It's a long story, I'll tell it to you later." They just shake their heads at you, not able to believe where they are.

They eyes, and yours, go impossibly wider once the band shows up, and they start playing.

Peter immediately looks your way, grins at you and sends you a wink. You just smile bashfully at him.

Your friends eyes are instantly on you, "um excuse me, why is Peter Parker unabashedly flirting across the stage with you?" They squeal as they ask that.

Your face goes white. You didn't realise that Peter was Peter freaking Parker. Lead singer of that upcoming band your friends dragged you here to see. You almost pass out at the realisation.

You can't believe that the future rockstar is openly flirting with you across the stage, and your friends can't either.

Your friends demand to know what exactly happened, so you tell them. They go even more crazy after that.

When the concert is eventually over, you and your friends get escorted away from there by Dave, so you don't even get the chance to say goodbye to Peter or even be bold enough to ask for his number.

It's later after you spend a few days moping about your wasted chance with Peter that you finally get the strength to send him his t-shirt back.

You find the crumpled paper that Peter gave you, and only then you realise what's really written on it. Your mouth goes wide open.

Dear y/n,

I lied it's not my favourite t-shirt. You can keep it. I wanted to ask for your number, but I didn't want to pressure you into thinking that you had to give it to me just because I got you backstage (or just because I'm a handsome rockstar). So here's my number +xxxx xxx xxx, I liked you, like a lot, so please feel free to text me or you can ignore me, both is totally fine. Even if I may end up heartbroken, and write sad songs about you if you do decide to ignore me. Just kidding......maybe

With love,

Peter P.

You squeal so loudly that probably the whole neighbourhood hears you. You make a few laps around your apartment as you try to calm yourself down. You can't really believe it. You even read it a few more times just to make it real.

Once you do calm your racing heart, you call your best friends over to help you figure out what to text Peter. They very gladly agree to come.

And let's just say Peter is just as enthusiasticly waiting for the text from you as you are to write it to him.

[really-fanny-longbottom]

a big question

summary: the inner circle is faced with an important question from reader.

warnings: none, just endless fluff

words: 2.5k

cassian glanced up when he heard you step into the room, and he gave you a big smile "there she is!"

rhysand looked up too, his eyes lighting up with warmth as he saw you.

you stopped in the center of the room, making a little and shy twirl as you showed your family your new dress.

mor looked over and immediately exclaimed "oh my god, you look so cute!"

amren didn't even look up, but you could hear the smile in her voice as she chimed in "she certainly does."

azriel remained quiet, sending only a genuine smile as his response.

you could feel your cheeks turning pink from all the attention you were receiving.

"thank you," you said, smiling as you walked towards the group and sat down on the floor next to the coffee table.

cassian set down his glass of wine and watched you as you settled. 

he leaned down and ruffled your hair, giving you a cheeky grin. "you do look cute as hell," he said.

"i think i'm going to wear this dress for my thirteen birthday, what do you think, brother?" you asked, even though it was a silly question, you always valued their opinions.

cassian stopped messing with your hair and considered you for a moment. he tilted his head and studied you, his eyes flickering over your dress.

"i think you could wear a paper sack and still look beautiful," he said with a playful smile.

rhysand, who was sitting in the lounge chair behind you, rolled his eyes at his comment. 

"don't listen to him," he said, his tone serious. "you look lovely. just be careful, people will start paying attention to how grown up you are."

at his response, a hint of mischief took its place in your eyes. turning back to face your other brother, you made sure to give him the most amusing smile. 

"you mean, like boys, dear brother?"

rhysand sighed and leaned back into the chair, crossing one leg over the other.

"exactly like boys," he said, giving you a half-smile, "it'll start with the boys noticing how sweet and pretty you are, then they'll start asking you out, and then all of a sudden you're sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night just to meet one of them."

cassian snorted and elbowed rhys, making the high lord chuckle.

you feigned a sign of relief "i'm glad you know that's exactly what's going to happen, brother." and with that, you turned around, back to the table where you retreated a slice of chocolate cake.

rhys laughed and shook his head, his violet eyes glimmering with amusement. "i know you far too well, little star," he said affectionately.

cassian chimed in, "you're going to be having boy drama and heartbreaks before we know it."

"so, does that mean that i'm allowed to date?" you crawl over to the other couch where you leaned your back against it, so this way, you had a view of your two brothers and the rest of your family. 

rhys raised an eyebrow at your question and looked over at cassian and morrigan, who suddenly found their glasses of wine very interesting. 

a feline smile made its way in amren's face, the ancient one never taking her eyes out of her book.

azriel leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, amusement in his eyes at the sight of rhys reaction — oh, he was going to love this.

your brother stayed quiet for a moment. he didn't want to think about you growing up and start dating. he wished he had a superpower where he could keep you this young forever, but he knew that the time would eventually come.

not wanting you to see him being overprotective, he was quick to replace his frown for a smile "absolutely not. let's not forget you are only twelve, darling sister. you're going to have to wait a few more years for that."

cassian, who had gotten up to refill his glass of wine, took a seat next to you on the couch you were leaning against. "rhys is right, little star. you're still a baby."

you, sat up straight, looking at cassian outraged "a baby?!"

cassian chuckled and poked your nose lightly, a mischievous grin coming to his face, "yes, a baby."

rhys smirked and nodded "he's right, y/n. you're always going to be our little baby, regardless of how much you grow."

"excuse me?" you look at your brother, not believing what he was actually saying. 

in the need for an ally, you turned to the most unpredictable person, "amren, back me up in here, please."

amren glanced up from the book in her hands and looked at you amused.

for a split second, hope invaded you, making you believe that she would agree with you, but as always, the tiny ancient one surprised you.

"i have to agree with the boys here," she said with a smile, "you'll always be the baby."

one of your eyes twisted in disbelief, "you've got to be kidding me."

pulling a laugh from the shadowsinger, he found himself enjoying the conversation and took a seat on the couch in front of you.

cassian's large hand returned to your hair and ruffled it a little more, "don't worry, baby sister. you're still adorable."

rhysand smirked, and his eyes were filled with affection when he looked directly at you, "indeed and that's not changing anytime soon."

smacking cassian's hand away from your hair, you decide to give another try, "az, a little help, please?"

his smile grew and his eyes softened, "don't give me that look, y/n" he mentioned, referring to your puppies eyes that you always used when you wanted to get your way.

"ugh, traitor" you murmured with a roll of your eyes. feeling defeated, you turned to your last hope, "hi, mor." you tell her with the sweetest smile.

"hi, little star." she returned with amusement in her eyes, knowing very well what you were doing.

"we're best friends, right?" you say, making everyone in the room laugh, and with a nod from the blond, you proceed, "so, what's your opinion?"

morrigan chuckled and grabbed her glass of wine from the small coffee table, "sorry, sweetheart. you're the baby."

"i am not! i'll be thirteen in two weeks. you guys are ridiculous." you cross your arms over your chest.

the group chuckled at your persistence with rhys being the first to speak "ah, yes. thirteen, the age where you became a fully grown adult."

cassian bend slightly over and dropped an arm around your shoulders, making your eyes lock with his, "give up, little star. in our eyes, you'll always be the baby."

you get up from the floor and put your hands on your hips, "seriously? it's not my fault if you guys are almost as old as pryhtian."

you leaned over the table and grabbed another slice of chocolate cake before sitting on the couch this time and crossed your legs.

when you were about to take the first bite, your heart almost jumped out of your chest when cassian took the plate from you.

you gasped but didn't have the time to protest.

"hey, watch it, little star" his smile turned playful when he saw the desperation on your face for your cake.

rhysand chuckled, enjoying the entertainment you and cassian were providing, "oh, and we're not old, okay? we're just well-seasoned."

a big laugh erupted from you, making you forget your precious cake for a few seconds, "well-seasoned," several giggles came from you, "that's a good one, rhys."

rhysand chuckled and shook his head. "hey, watch the attitude, darling sister. i'm the high lord, remember."

cassian teased, "yeah, show some respect, baby sister."

you huffed in annoyance, "oh, this is just getting pathetic."

rhysand and cassian exchanged grins, loving how easy it's to get under your skin.

"careful, y/n. we might end up grounding you." rhysand said.

you took your plate from cassian's hand and started eating your cake "please, i'm an angel." you said with a mouth full of chocolate.

morrigan barked out a laugh, nearly spilling her wine. "an angel, really?"

amren smiled, never taking her eyes off her book. "oh, you clearly have no idea of how much of a mischievous little creature you can be."

you looked away with a big smile on your face when you replied "i don't know what you're talking about."

rhysand chuckled and leaned forward, supporting his arms on his thighs and looking directly at you, "oh, i think you know exactly what we're talking about."

rhys extended his arm and tried to poke your side, but you swat his hand before he could, pulling a smile from him.

"anyways," you interrupted the group's laughter, "back to the important question."

"and what question is that, sweetheart?" mor asked you, clearly amused with the show you were putting on.

you cleared your throat, sitting up straighter and pushing your hair behind your shoulder.

your family laughed at your gesture.

"when can i date?" you asked.

the room went silent for a moment, and then chaos ensued.

“when you're thirty.” cassian replied.

“forty.” morrigan said playful.

“fity.” rhysand added.

"you guys are impossible. amren, make them stop" you protested.

amren, who had discharged her book, too intrigued in the conversation to keep reading, looked at you with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.

everyone knew she had a weak spot for you, even if she would never admit such a thing.

"how about we compromise?" she said amused, "when you're twenty?"

"what? but that's in six years!"

another round of laughter filled the living room. the family was having the best afternoon due to someone being too persistent and stubborn.

"that's the point, little star." morrigan said before taking a sip of her wine.

rhysand stood up and occupied the place next to you on the couch. he brought you into a side hug, tucking you on his left side. 

you took the opportunity to lay your head on his shoulder. 

still with a smile on his face but a more serious tone, he told you, "you're still very young, darling. and as your family, it's our obligation to make sure you're safe when that happens."

you tilted your head up to meet the violet eyes of your big brother "you only say that because it's me. i have no doubt that you guys did unholy things when you were teenagers."

the group exchanged knowing glances at your comment.

rhysand chuckled, "unholy things? darling, we were absolutely innocent during our youth."

you barked out a laugh, "yeah, right."

rhys laughed and shook his head, "alright, you do have a point there."

cassian raised his hands in surrender, "guilty as charged."

mor smirked and let out a laugh. "oh, we definitely engaged in some. . .sinful activities when we were teenagers."

you shake your hand in feigned disappointment. you turned your eyes to the shadowsinger, "azriel, care to join the circle of shame?"

the male smiled slightly, "i'm afraid i'll have to plead guilty as well" he finished with a shrug of his shoulders.

mor and cassian smiled at azriel's admission, clearly entertained by the male's answer.

"i knew it." you said as you tried to reach for cassian's wine glass.

cassian was quick to swat your hand at the same time rhys grabbed your wrist gently.

"don't even think about it, little star."

"wha-" you looked at every member of your family frustrated "i can't date, i can't drink. what can i do?"

your family laughed at your frustration, it was amusing to them how easily you get riled up.

azriel intervened, "there's plenty you can do while you wait a few more years to start dating."

cassian added, "yeah, like studying and training."

your head turned immediately to cassian at mention of training.

"training? oh, no, no, no, no more training. i am not waking up at six in the morning ever again."

cassian chuckled and ruffled your hair again. "oh, come on now. you know training is important."

rhysand smiled and tried to help, "i remember some of your first training lessons. it wasn't that bad."

"not that bad?!" you said a little too loud, "azriel kicked my ass! like literally!"

azriel, chuckled at your statement, "hey, i always held back with you," he protested.

cassian and mor giggled, no doubt remembering that day.

rhysand smirked, "yeah, even azriel knows not to go too hard on the baby."

at the mention of the word 'baby' again, you rolled your eyes. 

"you guys are ridiculous."

cassian let out a loud gasp, feigning offense, "ridiculous? how dare you insult our amazing judgment and parenting skills?"

rhys chuckled, amused at your choice of words, "oh, we’re simply looking out for your best interests, little star. it’s our job to protect you and make sure of your well-being."

you shot daggers at the shadowsinger, who still had a smile on his lips, "you hear that, azriel? no pushing me off the rooftop because i was being annoying" you quoted with your hands. 

azriel chuckled, his tone teasing, "hey, you were practically begging for it, y/n."

cassian snickered and nodded, clearly enjoying this.

rhysand smiled and said, "ah, yes. don't test the limits, darling. azriel has his own ways of dealing with your attitude."

"yeah, no shit."

several protests were heard out loud.

"language."

"watch your mouth, young lady."

"oh, look who's getting bold."

"manners."

your family chuckled, amused by your antics. something they always liked — it kept them on their toes.

you just shrugged your shoulders "i heard you guys saying things a lot worse then that."

a second round of protests gained form.

"what?"

"we would never do that."

"i think you're imagining things."

"absolutely not."

you giggled at their responses, filling the room with your laughter. it was impossible for your family not to follow. 

with your head still on your brother's shoulder, you gave one last try. "so, when i'm twenty?"

rhysand and cassian exchanged looks, letting their protective side showing a little while they contemplated your question.

your eyes traveled between a pair of violet eyes and brown ones. 

upon seeing your brothers gaze, you couldn't help the surge to roll your eyes — again.

"ugh, stop being like that," you said as you hit them both in their legs gently, "just give me an answer."

cassian nodded his head, a silent agreement made between the two of them.

rhys's eyes turn to you, only to see you already looking at him with your sweet and innocent doe eyes.

seriously, how was he supposed to say 'no' to you when you looked at him like that?

a defeated sigh revealed his answer even before speaking it, "fine. you can start dating when you're twenty."

a big smile appeared on your lips, "hell yeah!"

the room was filled with laughter and smiles, you really had all of them wrapped around your little finger.

"but not before that!" cassian cut in, giving you a stern look, "you're going to have to wait until you're twenty and that's it."

your smile spread and you patted him on the arm slightly, "that's okay, brother. i can wait."

much to your brothers dismay, you ended up having your first boyfriend at the age of sixteen. 

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Strange Bully Swap

Sumit:

I hopped out of my car in the high school parking lot and grabbed my backpack from the seat. I'm glad I was graduating soon, but a little sad because I'd miss everyone so much. I wouldn't consider myself "popular" in the normal sense. But a lot of people knew me and I tried to be friends with everyone, despite being a shy guy. 

As I walked to the entrance, my best friend Thomas approached me from the left.

"Hey bro! Did you hear about the new kid?"

"Nah, what about him?"

"They say he was kicked out of his old school because of 'bad behavior' or something. But not like actually fighting people. Like threatening."

"What, like he's gonna kill them?"

"Probably. But the school board thought that was bad enough so they kicked him out." Thomas laughed. He'd been my best friend since I moved to this town in 6th grade. He could be a little harsh at times, but somehow we've stayed friends even through high school.

"That's weird yeah."

Bently:

In every one of my fucking classes the teacher had to introduce me all formal like. I hated it so much. Can't I just show up and go on my way?

My old school had people I actually knew and friends I actually liked. But I just HAD to tell this one loser off within earshot of a teacher and they had me expelled. It's not like I was going to do anything! Now I need to start a whole new reputation. One girl I hated from my old school was already telling people what happened so I was fucked from the start. Guess I'll have to sit alone at lunch once again.

Sumit:

The new guy wasn't in any of my classes but my heart dropped when we saw him at lunch. Now that I got a good look, I recognized him. I knew him all too well.

"You good?" I looked up to Thomas's concerned face.

"The new guy. I know him. His name is Bently."

"Yeah I know. He was in my class earlier. When people tried to approach him he like faked a punch." He shook his head. "What a weirdo. Wait, how do you know him?"

"He went to my old school. Middle school. He was a bully that basically made my life hell."

"What? That guy?" He glanced over at Bently sitting alone, then back at me. "But dude, but you're bigger than him."

"Well yeah, I am now. But back then I used to be tiny and wimpy. I remember him towering over me, and that's why I was easy prey. I was scared out of my mind being around him.

"Oh man. But you could totally take him on now though! Smack him!" He threw an air punch.

"Yeah. It's weird though. He was super popular before. He had that kind of outgoing personality that attracted people just like that. Well, other jerks that is. That's why we never got along."

"You really don't need to be an extrovert to be popular though. I mean just look at you! Half the school knows who you are and you're a turtle."

"I mean." I lifted up my shirt slightly. "I got abs too so that's probably why." He stared at me intensely like I said something wrong, but then we both started laughing our asses off.

"True! True!"

"I guess he finally got what he deserved after all this time."

"He's a real loser now. Sits at a table all by himself." Thomas smirked. We noticed Bently had dropped a napkin under the table and got down on all fours to pick it back up. When he extended his arm, his shirt went up, exposing a flabby belly.

"Oh shit dude, he's not only a loser now. He's fat!"

"No way."

"Yes way! Look at that flabby gut. Dude hides all his fat under the shirt. Wouldn't be surprised if he wore a fucking bra too!"

It was then that Bently revealed he was listening. It seems he couldn't take it anymore and walked over to our table with a show of rage on his face. Thomas looked up and started laughing again.

"Can I help you pick out a bra size mister?"

He curled up his fist, about to throw a punch, when I shouted at him.

"Hey Bently! Remember me?" He turned his head in my direction instead. I was feeling abnormally brave and angry at that moment. Maybe it was because I knew I had already won? We stared at each other for a few seconds when he spoke up.

"No."

"I'm Sumit." He took a long look at me when his eyes widened. I could tell he recognized me then.

"No way. Suckass Sumit?"

"Yep. But your bullying days are over so just give it a rest and leave everyone alone." I'm honestly surprised I managed to say that.

"Or what?" I stood up and got face to face with him.

"Or I'll mess you up," I said, alot louder than I wanted to. I may have had a better body than him, but I was no fighter. I was expecting him to throw a punch but instead he did a much dumber move - he knocked our heads together. It hurt like hell and we both fell over. I must've blacked out for a minute because when I got up, the principal had appeared; he was clearing the area and talking to Thomas.

"Are you alright?" He asked me.

"I'm ok."

"Thank you for not retaliating. It takes courage to not fight back. As for you Mr. Wilson," he turned to look at Bently, who was just standing up, "I will let you off this one time because it's your first day but one more screw up and it's detention."

As soon as the principal walked away, Bently came up to me once again.

"This isn't over asshole. Get fucked." He turned away.

"Wow, there's a real grade A asshole." Thomas put his hand on my shoulder. "Guess he's just jealous. I almost feel bad for him. Almost!" He started laughing again.

"Yeah, but my head still hurts."

"Eh, put some ice on it probably."

Bently: 

Fuck me. I should not have done that. I could've easily thrown a punch but he was just so in my face! I think I relied on my instincts. Stupid! Stupid! The rest of the day seemed to drag on and I could feel people laughing at me behind my back. This is really my life now isn't it? I headed home, and immediately to my room. Since my mom was out of town for the weekend, I didn't even bother trying to make any food so I just went to sleep, hoping that Saturday would be more tolerable.

Sumit:

At the end of the day, I went back home, hung out and played some Mario Kart with Thomas, and went to bed. My head wasn't hurting anymore so I was ready to enjoy my Saturday. But, all I could think about that night was Bently and what his problem was. I kinda felt bad for him. Who knows what his life was like?

Bently: 

I woke up feeling pretty energized, which was strange because that never happens. I reached my hand over for the glass of water on my bedside table, my eyes still closed, but found nothing. That's weird. I moved my hand around to find the table itself but still found nothing. I opened my eyes then and looked around to find a completely different bedroom. What the fuck? It was then that I noticed my hand was much darker than what I was used to. I checked out my whole arm and noticed how muscular it seemed. No fucking way. I investigated my body further and found I was wearing clothes that I didn't own so I decided to lift up my shirt to see what it looked like. I had fucking abs!

I grazed my hand along and they felt hard, completely different than the soft flab I was used to. Man I don't know what happened, but I like it! Wait, what do I look like? The bedroom wasn't mine but luckily it had a mirror on the wall. I took my shirt off and gazed into my reflection. Holy fuck.

I'm an Indian guy? Wait…shit. I'm that one guy from yesterday. The one I beat up…or tried to anyway. I leaned closer and touched my face. He's not all that bad looking actually. Wait what am I saying? That guy sucks! But still he has a nice body. I could feel myself getting hard within the sweatpants I was wearing. Maybe I won't think about who I am if I don't look in the mirror. I proceeded to the nearby bathroom and took out his member. Holy fuck he's huge! I rubbed one out, switching between nipple twists and rubbing my abs the whole time. I don't know how I swapped bodies with him, but all I know is that I'm in no rush to change back. This is gonna to be a fun weekend…

Sumit:

When I woke up the next day, I definitely did not feel rested. It felt like I barely got any sleep at all. I scratched the back of my head but noticed something was off. My hair was longer again? I had just got it cut so it was pretty noticeable. I opened my eyes and was very confused when I found I wasn't in my own bedroom. I didn't even recognize the room at all. It was kinda messy and there was a weird scent in the air - which was a stark contrast to my spotless bedroom.

When I tried to sit up I felt a weird feeling. It was sort of a jiggle? I looked down and saw how pale my arms were. What's going on? Am I dying? I made the mistake of touching my chest. It felt…squishy. Oh god. I lifted up my shirt and saw a flabby mess. What happened to my body?! I jumped off the bed, the saggy flesh shuffling with me. My belly drooped a bit below my sweatpants, and the place where I once had pecs, were now wobbly bags of meat. I leaned over and watched them hang down.

I went crazy and slapped my belly, watching all the flab go nuts. This can't be happening! I walked over to a nearby mirror and almost puked when I saw who I was. I….I'm Bently.

What happened?! I made weird facial expressions and shook my belly again. I turned to the side to feel my ass around, and found it was equally as blubbery as the rest of my body. What did I do to deserve this? Oh no, what does my dick look like? I pulled down my sweatpants to see the damage. Oh god, it was…tiny. I have a tiny dick! Maybe it's a grower? I sure hope so! What am I going to do now though? Thankfully it was a weekend so I didn't have to go to school like this, but I needed to figure out how this happened. In the meantime, I was a little curious to see what it would be like to jerk with someone else's dick…

[itsmewillful]

For Ever, and Ever {PART ONE}

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(Vox x fem!reader)

Word Count: 5725 (oh gosh, the prologue is gonna have a part two because i get too excited with leading the story on and on...*sobs*)

Outline: (PART ONE of the Prologue to I will Always Find You (IWAFY) This part introduces how Vox (Vincent Holland) and reader met. It includes a little bit of build-up, but most of all, FLUFF and your favourite ROMANCE! Vox and reader are two idiots in love fr.

(You don't need to read IWAFY to understand this story.)

Warning(s): Time-period typical sexism and racism (barely any but I'm still adding it just so you all are aware), bullying, and verbal abuse. Along with: Canon typical violence, language, etcetera. IF ANY OF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE DON'T READ. Also, it wasn't proofread, I stayed up too late trying to get this out so errors are possible!

A/N (PLEASE READ!): Reader is 16 in this story, and some things may not be time accurate. I also DO NOT CONDONE or SUPPORT to any kind of bad behaviour shown in this story, and any kind of possible mentioning acceptability of such things WILL BE BLOCKED from my account. Thank you, and I hope you respect this!

A/N 2:Also, don't feel shy to tell me what I can improve on! I love taking some criticism so I can work on my stories. And of course, feel free to share with me what you like most so I can get an idea what you all are looking forward to more.

Story below the cut:

It was the first day of High School.

Yes, High School.

You woke up rather early that morning all giddy and had a small bounce to your step when you descended your stairs after getting ready for school. Your mother and father smiled softly at your anticipation for beginning your next chapter in life, and you, of course, smiled back. 

You felt happy all the way until you stepped into the building, and immediately fell victim to them.

Some people would call them the ‘Highschool Pretty Girls.’ You just mentally called them ‘The Rich-Stuck-Up Pricks.’ Because they were literally that–rich and stuck up. 

You had felt rather confident that morning in your newly pressed sundress, that was rather expensive for your family’s minimum wage income. You loved it. A lot.

But now you wished you wore something else. All because the Rich Girls at the entrance of the school giggled at you and whispered to one-another not so discreetly about the new ‘fresh-meat’ that they were going to torment.

You held back some tears that were threatening to spill when you heard one of the girls giggling about how your complexion didn’t match your outfit at all, which of course was the needle that broke the camel's back and you began to feel tears fall slowly.

The ‘ring-leader’ of the group noticed your predicament, and began to wiggle her fingers at you in a faux wave, as if she was taunting you to continue crying. You huffed and turned hot on your heels and stomped away from the group.

No need to be crying over stupid brats. 

You looked at your timetable, and noticed your first class was advanced literature, which brought your sullen mood up significantly. If there was one thing you loved, it was reading and writing books. I mean–you tried writing books, but you mostly read them. Opening the door to your designated classroom, you noticed that there were already quite a lot of students seated. You looked around to find a place to sit, and noticed that almost all the desks in the far back of the room were already taken. Figures. 

You eventually settled for a desk closest to one of the middle-row windows, and smiled when you realised that the view was perfect to zone out to. You began to shift through all your belongings, and pulled out a simple-spiralled notebook and a pencil. 

“Hello neighbour!” 

You looked up from your notebook and noticed a girl with a dark-skin complexion smiling and waving at you with pearly-white teeth. You smiled weakly back, and attempted a wave. To say you were shy was an understatement.

The girl seemed to notice your quietness, and found that as an opportunity to scoot a bit closer to your desk to introduce herself.

 “The name is Carly Burns. I’m new to the area and I’m trying to make friends. What’s your name?” She held her hand out to you, and you shook it gently. You felt your palms get clammy from nerves, and smiled awkwardly when she wiped her hands on her dress. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. 

“‘Tis fine! It’s a collaborative effort. I’m sure my hands were the sweatiert ones. Not gonna lie, it’s really humid here. Most be all the boys.” She snickered.You smiled at her attempt to relieve some of the tension, and you said your name to which she repeated with a smirk.

“Nice name for a nice girl! Can’t wait to get to know ya. Say, are you doin’ anythin’ for lunch?”

You shook your head, and her smile seemed to get bigger.

“Great! My sister, her boyfriend and her boyfriend’s brother are all gonna be there. Which will be great for you since you seem to be a wee bit shy.” 

“That’s a mouthful. Also, who is to say that I won’t shrink away when they try talking to me?” you asked meekly. Carly’s charming laugh rang in your ears, before she waved you off as if you said something ridiculous.

“I doubt it. You seem to handle me just fine. And I’m the most talkative.” 

You nodded your head, and looked back up towards the front of the classroom when your teacher entered the room.

+++

“Yoohoo! Over here!” 

You turned your head to your side and noticed your newly acquainted desk-buddy, Carly, and a couple of other teens you didn’t recognise. You smiled shyly and began to tread the short distance to their table. 

“Hey, how was your third period?” you asked, mostly directed to Carly. She smirked, and held her hands up to give you a thumbs-up, to which you nodded. 

“So, I already unofficially introduced you to my friends, but you are yet to know them!” She pointed to a girl that was sitting gracefully beside her. You knew that was Carly’s sister from noticing how similar their smiles were. It looked very mischievous.

“This is my twin sister, Ava.” She then pointed to a boy sitting across from her, and you learned that his name was Troy, and the lucky boyfriend of Ava. The last person to be introduced seemed to be too busy scribbling away in a notebook to care of your presence.

“And this wonderful fellow is Vincent. Who seems to be too preoccupied with writing ‘fanfiction’ to care about meeting you.”

As soon as the word ‘fanfiction’ fell from Carly’s lips, the teen immediately looked up from his book and glared at her.

“For the record, Miss Burns, it isn’t fanfiction. You wound me. It is my own, and completely original script.”

“Oh you’re right. Maybe an ‘adaptation’ to your favourite movie then. Anyway, don’t be a prude and ignore our new comrade. C’mon now, say ‘hello’ to her, Vinny.” Carly said, examining her nails as if she didn’t care for this ‘Vincent’s’ lame cover-up. (He actually was writing a fanfiction of his favourite murder-mystery by the way.)

Vincent rolled his eyes before he slammed his book shut and looked up to make eye-contact with you. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to pierce yours, and you felt tempted to look away to break his uncomfortable gaze. To say he was handsome was an understatement. This man was drop-dead gorgeous. Curly dark hair that framed his face perfectly, and he seemed to have a slight obsession with the colour blue since his outfit mostly consisted of the shade. 

But, he's also kinda–scary? His eyes seemed to hold some sort of pent-up anger. Whether it was directed to you or not, you were hoping he wouldn’t lash out at you.

“Hey! I’m Vincent. What’s your name?” He said, rather too casually for a guy that looked ready to find the nearest wall and beat it up.

You awkwardly stared at him, for you knew your name was already passed around the table twice now. But Vincent took your hesitation for something else and rolled his eyes playfully.

“Not much for words, aren’t ya? That’s fine I guess. I sometimes end up doing all the talking anyway.”

His brother burst into laughter, followed by Ava. Vincent raised a brow at their sudden commotion.

“What’s so funny to you two?” 

“Oh nothing Vinny, just that you’re so fucking stupid sometimes.” 

“Excuse me? Who the hell are you calling stupid?” Vincent said, with a tone of malice laced in his voice. Carly (being the angel she is) noticed the tension arising between the two brothers, and attempted to change the conversation to prevent a fight from happening.

“Enough you two! And Troy, keep your mouth shut if you’re going to swear. I won’t have a sailor courting my sister.” 

Troy immediately clamped his mouth shut, but his eyes still held intense eye-contact with his older brother. Vincent rolled his eyes at his sibling’s childish behaviour. 

“So, to answer the question you asked earlier Vincent; the lady’s name is y/n.”

Vincent nodded his head and seemed to repeat the words under his breath, before he stood up hastily and snatched his notebook off the table.

“Nice. Cool. Great to meet you. Anyway, I have somewhere to be. I’ll be right back.” And like that, he quickly shuffled away towards the exit of the luncheon room. That was kind of rude.

You raised a brow, silently asking Carly why he abruptly abandoned the table. She shrugged and motioned with her hands that he was ‘crazy.’ You giggled before slapping her hands down and telling her to be ‘nice’.

+++

The clock finally struck 2 o’clock and you are sure you never abandoned a classroom so fast in your entire life. You would’ve kept up the pace if it weren’t for you running into a familiar group of giggling bullies.  

You swear your soul momentarily left your body.

“Well, girls look! Isn’t it our beloved new freshmen!” a blonde girl with bright green eyes announced to her group, with an evil smirk gracing her freckled face. Well, you’ll be damned. You have never wished the ground to consume you so much right now.

“Hey dear, where did you get that dress? The donation box?” Another girl with a slightly darker complexion than the blonde girl. The three other girls of the group laughed obnoxiously, and you felt tempted to cover your ears to block out their shrill voices.

“No, actually. I bought it. Unlike you. I bet you spent all your ‘daddy’s’ money on your stupid lace and petticoats. Actually, I also bet that you have never even made your own money!” you spat out rather aggressively. Your eyes widened after the words spewed from your mouth. Nerves do marvellous things sometimes. 

The blonde girl’s eyes widened when she realised you stood up for yourself. (Even though it was pretty much accidental) Her eyes narrowed down at you and she began to saunter up to you and practically forced you to take a few steps back.

“Listen here you little-”

“Aye! Got your wrinkled hands off my friend!” 

You tilted your head to the side and noticed that Carly and Ava were both there standing with their arms crossed.

“Wrinkled hands? You filthy little brat, you better take that back or else-”

“Or else what? You’ll have your dear ol’ daddy call the school and report us? You don’t even know our names, bitch.” Carly confidently walked up to you, grabbed your hand, and tugged you along with her. You nearly tripped over your own feet from how strong she yanked you.

“You’ll regret this! I promise you will!” the blonde girl shrieked at the top of her lungs. Her group of friends circled around her to ‘calm their princess’ down. And to top off her dramatic display, she let a few fake tears trickle down her face. Ava made a gagging noise at their exaggerated emotions, and her sister chuckled at her theatrics.

When the warm air finally hit you, you let out a breath you had been holding in from the stress of the previous encounter. 

“You alright there?” Carly asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You nodded your head, even though you weren’t sure you were alright. Those girls sure do know how to make you feel insecure. And of course, they just had to nitpick about your lack of excessive flauntering of wealth. 

Carly seemed to notice that you were in fact not alright, and she pulled you into a tight hug, which you reciprocated immediately. 

“Hey sunshine, don’t let those girl’s words affect you. They always find something to call out about you.” 

Ava eventually joined the hug, and you sighed happily, to which the other two girls giggled at.

“So, how about we three go out for some coffee or tea? I know I need some!” Carly announced with a beaming smile. Ava nodded at her sister’s idea, and you eventually joined in with the silent agreement.

“Great! I know just the place! I promise you, you’re gonna love it!”

+++

A few weeks later, you found yourself settling into a new schedule. You wake up, go to school and talk to Carly and Ava anytime there was a free period. Once in a while Troy was with his girlfriend, and you genuinely enjoyed his presence. However, you barely ever saw Vincent, but you didn’t care much since he was a junior with his own group of friends that he had.

But that doesn’t mean you didn’t wish he was around. When you first met him, he seemed genuinely interesting, and he appeared to share a similar passion with you for reading. Or in this case, writing.

Which is why it surprised you one day when he approached you. You were outside sitting in the school’s courtyard, enjoying one of your favourite books, The Hobbit, when a shadow fell over your form. You looked up and your eyes widened slightly at the sight of a certain junior you weren’t expecting to see.

“Hey there Miss Shyness! Haven’t talked to you in awhile. How’s school been for you so far?” 

Your mouth hung open slightly at his simple words. Why was he suddenly interested in how school was for you? He chuckled when you seemed momentarily lost for words, and took that as an invitation to continue talking.

“Hey, we’re past the awkward introductions now! You don’t need to feel shy talking to me. Unless I scare you, then that is totally understandable. I mean–sorry?” He cringed at his sudden deplete in confidence, but lightened up a little when you giggled lightly at his words.

“You’re very funny, has anyone ever told you that?” 

Vincent smirked at your words and placed his hands on his hips confidently. 

“No, as a matter-of-fact. Most people tell me to ‘shut-up’ when I try to joke around. But alas, there is a first time for everything, am I right?” he wiggled his eye-brows suggestively, and you gasped at the hidden meaning of his words.

“Hey! You’re talking to a lady here!” you feigned disgust, to which he laughed at a little more.

“And a very pretty lady too. Mind if I join ya?” he asked casually. You felt your face redden a little bit, and you coughed to help relieve some of the tingly-ness from your stomach. His simple compliment for some reason made you feel as if your insides were turning into butterflies. You shrugged it off as lack of approval from people growing up. 

“N-no, I don’t mind. But I’m not doing much, just reading.” You anxiously babbled. Where had your remaining confidence gone? Stupid butterflies. Vincent shrugged at your answer and basically plopped down on top of you.

“What book are you reading?” 

“The Hobbit.” you answered, you felt the blush beginning to creep back into your face, and quickly turned your head away so he wouldn’t notice.

“I’ve heard lots of good stuff about it. What do you think of it?” he asked. Your face felt hot at this point, and hoped he didn’t notice it. Why was he interested in your opinion on a silly book? I mean, you were actually rather flattered by it, and not being teased for reading such things.

“I like it, which is why I’m re-reading it for the up-teenth time.” you said simply, hoping your wavering voice came across as confident to your friend. (Was he your friend? You weren’t entirely sure)

“Ah, well, can I read with you?”

“What?” 

“Can I read with you?” 

Your brows rose high into your hairline from his question. Was he asking for an invite to involuntarily spend more time with you? You were sure you were going to have a heart attack at this point.

“S-sure, why not.” You answered, swallowing thickly when he felt you pulse speed up slightly. You mentally scolded yourself for acting so silly. He only wanted to read along with you, so why are you getting all clammy from his simple gesture?

Maybe it’s because you truly have never had such an intimate moment with a boy before. You exhaled slowly to calm your nerves down, and nearly passed onto the next life when you felt warm hands graze against your back to pat you gently.

“There, there. No need to breath so hard. If me being close to you bothers you so you can just tell me to fuck off.” 

You shook your head vigorously, and your hair almost wacked him in the face. He chuckled at your actions and decided that you were alright with the close-seating arrangement. A beat passed, and you eventually found the courage to open the book and continue the entertaining story of Bilbo Baggins and the Dwarves.

+++

“He did what?”

“He asked me if he could read along with me.” You replied to Carly once again. You both were currently in your bedroom, sitting on top of your newly dew-bleached blanket. It was a gift from your late grandmother for your eleventh birthday, and finally got around to unpacking it and bleaching it to safely wash. Carly absolutely loved it, and joked about taking it back home with her. And said female was currently staring at you as if you had grown a pair of wings and were flying.

“I heard you for the first time girl! I can’t believe he would do that though!” she practically beamed with excitement for your little ‘hang-out’ with Vincent earlier that day. You felt your ears turn pink from the memory, and Carly smirked when she noticed how hot and bothered you looked.

“Seems to me my little ‘princesa’ is in lovey-dovey with a certain Holland boy.” You groaned aloud in embarrassment, and instantly noticed your mistake when you didn’t immediately correct her of you not having a crush on him.

Well, damn.

Carly’s smirk turned into more like a wicked grin, and you shrank away into your pillows as if you could disappear into them.

“Ha! I knew it! You know, you were so obvious that you liked him when he first introduced himself. Hearts basically swirled in your eyes like one of those cartoon characters.” 

Your face was basically red at this point, and you felt too called out to even come up with a witty come-back.

“So” she trailed off mischievously, before winking at you and continuing her teasing rant.

“Whatcha think I should tell Mr. Holland about a certain little freshman’s crush?” 

You gasped and jumped on her to cover her mouth as if she was going to announce to the entire city your current darkest secret.

“You wouldn’t dare!” you cried. Carly laughed wickedly at your growing despair from the lack of control of the conversation. 

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. I am a strict follower of ‘Girl’s Code.’ Good thing Ava isn’t here, she tends to babble everything to her beloved boyfriend of hers, who most certainly shares things with said crush of yours.” 

You felt your eyes flutter shut in slight reassurance that your new little crush wasn’t going to be announced to anyone. Thank goodness Carly was a genuine friend.

“Anyway, speaking of the Holland’s, Troy’s turning 16 next week and we are both invited to his party he’s hosting. But just to make you aware, his parents are a little. . .intense.”

You raised a brow.

“What do you mean, ‘intense?’” you questioned, slight worry wavering in your tone of voice.

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland are a bit of the ‘stuck-up’ upperclassmen, and don’t exactly appreciate their sons meddling with us ‘lesser-folk.’ Not saying you’re lesser than them! I just mean-”

“I understand.” you sighed heavily. “Please don’t tell me that-”

“Not to worry! Vincent and Troy are nothing like their parents. In fact, I betcha that their parents know little-to-nothing about their kids! They were both raised by nannies or somethin. Doesn’t matter though. What does is that they are both the sweetest, and not to mention, the most polite men I have ever met. Actually, Vincent seems to have a bit of an ego–but other than that, they’re both great!” 

You nodded at her words, processing them slowly and thinking hard about the new information.

Should you try to get with a boy who has (from what you gathered) silly (as in biassed-opinionated, and possibly sexist,) , stuck-up parents? You sighed heavily at the mental war, and smiled thankfully when a warming hand was placed on your shoulder to ease your growing inner-conflict.

“Hey old sport! No need for a mental breakdown! You can have one of those romantic relationships where you run off into the sunset from fear of the parents' judgement. Now I’m getting ideas for my own relationship–and I’m single!” She exclaimed, pure and utter joy in her voice. You giggled quietly and shook your head at her playfulness. You sometimes wished you had her ‘sweet-imagination.’

But now, the idea of running away was locked away in your brain.

+++

The day of Troy’s birthday-party was finally here. You, Carly and Ava were busy in their bedroom getting ready for the big event. You had learned two days prior that the Holland’s birthday parties were more along the lines of ‘balls,’ which made your mouth drop in astonishment. How wealthy was this family?

The dress code wasn’t too complicated, but wasn’t too low-budget friendly either. But being the living angel like always, Carly had a spare gown for you to wear and you couldn’t be more thankful for. Some mending was required on the dress to make sure it would fit your form correctly, but other than that, it was perfect.

It was a flowy, white gown that had blue lace embroidered on the sleeves, neck and waist. To say you fell in love (a second time) with the dress was an understatement. 

After your small trio felt ready to leave, you both admired each other lovingly and shared some supporting compliments to one another to share the ‘confidence.’

“Damn girl! Vincent is going to trip over himself when he sees you walking in! A literal goddess is among us!” Carly said teasingly, and her sister verbally agreed happily, to which you blushed at thankfully.

The drive to the Holland Home wasn’t too long, and you gasped aloud when you spotted how large the house was. 

You knew the Hollands were rich, but not that rich.

“What does Mr. Holland even do to get this much money?” You asked, your eyes widened in disbelief of the large town-house that towered over you and your friends. 

“Mostly inheritance I believe. But their father is a TV show host or something. A lot of money comes from that, I bet.” Ava answered nonchalantly, to which you nodded in response.

You eventually found yourself in a ballroom-like area, and found that there were many sophisticated looking couples already dancing around with each other. There was even a live orchestra? What the fuck?!

Your eyes were close to falling out of your skull from how wide they were, but your internal admiration for the fashionable house was interrupted when Ava announced she was going to look for her boyfriend. Carly waved her off with some sort of remark about how ‘love-sick’ she was, before kissing her cheek and joining your side.

“So, whatcha thinking so hard about? Your face tenses up when you're having a mental spiral.” Carly said rather casually. Your eyes widened a little when you realised how easy you were to read.

“I’m just admiring the view. It’s not often when you’re in an upperclassmen’s house.” 

“Well, if all works out for you, you could be living in this house.” 

You gasped at your friend's comment, and felt your cheeks redden instantly.

“Carly Burns! You can’t say things like that!” 

She laughed loudly, and drew some attention from minglers that were standing near to you. You awkwardly smiled at one couple, when their eyes narrowed at you suspiciously.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! It’s just too easy.”

“What’s too easy?” a familiar voice interrupts.

Well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

“Hey, Vincent! How are you? Quite the party you have going on!” Carly said, forcing a more serious expression on her face, even though she was rather close to bursting into laughter.

You wished sometimes she wasn’t so ‘golden-retriever’ like in moments like this.

“I’m alright, Carly. And yes, it is a very extensive party, isn’t it?” He said, looking at you to see if you would agree with him. 

Aww, he wanted your input on things, how cute.

Your cheeks were burning again. 

You need to get a hold of yourself.

“Eh heh, hey.” you waved at him awkwardly, but smiled a bit more when he waved back with a smirk gracing his handsome face.

“Hey there, Miss Shyness! Glad to see you made it!” he practically beamed at you, and you felt your face burn even more from his soft gaze.

“I’ll leave you both to it! And Vincent,” Carly motioned him over to her, and he inched a bit closer to her side so she could whisper something in his ear. From the way his cheeks reddened a little, you could tell she said something that embarrassed him.

Eventually, she skipped off to find someone else to bother, and you were left all alone with (the love of your life) friend. A beat passed, and the silence was interrupted when he reached out a hand to you to take.

“May I have this dance, Miss Shyness?” He asked with a dramatic bow. Wow, how gentlemen like of him. You giggled mentally. 

But you felt your blood run cold a bit when you fully processed his words. You didn’t know how to dance, especially for an event like this!

“What’s wrong? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He answered, sounding a little bit disappointed in your indirect ‘rejection.’

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I really do. I just don’t know how to dance.” you answered truthfully, waiting for the possible rejection of him learning of the inconvenience.

“Remember what I told you a week or so ago?” 

You searched your brain, but couldn’t find anything from your past interactions involving dancing.

“I said,” he continued when he noticed your hesitation, “that there’s a first time for everything.”

Your eyes widened when the memory came back to you, and you felt your lips curl into a small smile.

“I’ll be honest with you, but I’m not that much of a good dancer myself, but we can still learn together. Please?” He held his hand out to you again to take, and you swore your heart was close to bursting out of your chest.

You took his outstretched hand, and shivered slightly at his warm and inviting touch. You looked up and noticed he was already looking at you and smiling brightly. 

What a handsome young man.

“C’mon, let’s go to a more quiet area.” He began to lead you through the crowd, and you raised your brow when you realised he was leading you to double-doors, which you assumed led to a garden outside.

“When you said ‘more quiet,’ I thought you meant a less crowded area.” You stated when you ventured out into a very-well kept garden. Vincent smiled at your words but continued to lead you down a path that had roses planted on the sides. 

“Nope. I meant it for real. Nobody can disturb our little ‘practise’ out here. Especially my…parents.” He trailed off a bit when he mentioned his overruling parents. 

The butterflies were back, but this time, ten-fold. 

Vincent once again noticed your hesitation, and took it as you being uncomfortable.

“Hey, if you don’t want to be outside with only me, we could go back-”

“No!” You cut him off, and your eyes widened at your own little outburst. Vincent didn’t seem fazed however, and took that as a que to grab onto your waist and pull you in closer to him.

Your blush intensified, and you were sure he noticed it now, and was thankful he didn’t call attention to it. He began to lead you in a simple two-step dance, and thankfully, no toes were stepped on yet.

After a small pause of silence, Vincent spoke up to you again.

“You look very lovely tonight.” He said softly. You looked up from the ground and made eye-contact with him. He had a soft smile etched onto his face, and you could feel your heart skip a beat from it. 

“T-thank you. You look quite dashing yourself, Vincent.” You stumbled on your words bashfully, but he paid no mind to your shyness, and in fact, found it quite cute.

“Of course. I spare no compliments with people I think are worth receiving.”

Your brow raised in slight confusion of his words, and he seemed to take that as you not appreciating his choice of language and he immediately back-tracked on himself.

“Sorry! That came out more rude than I meant! What I meant to say was a lot of people etch for compliments even though they don’t exactly deserve them. You are different. I-I. . .” his confidence seemed to dissipate immediately and it was amusing to you how you made him get nervous just from a simple expression.

His hands dropped from his waist and he brought them up to his face to cover his eyes in embarrassment. He groaned in self-pity and was inwardly begging for you not to view him differently after his little ‘word mix-up’.

You brought your hands up to his and pulled them from his face slowly. His eyes widened a bit when you both made eye-contact again. You smiled shyly at him, and his familiar smirk returned back.

“You are such a dork, Vincent.” You said with a flirtatious tilt of your head. You batted your lashes at him and he visibly gulped at your action.

“O-only for you.” He said softly, to which your eyes widened in shock.

“W-what?” Your voice wavered with curiosity of his words. 

Your question was answered when his hands reached up to your chin and pulled you into a deep kiss.

Your eyes widened in shock–you were kissing the Vincent Holland. Holy fucking shit.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you reached your hands up into his hair and tangled them into his locks. He hummed lovingly into the kiss when you pulled on them lightly. Feeling a little too confident, he opened his mouth to leave an open mouth kiss on your lips, before he bit down a little too hard on your bottom lip. You groaned softly to the slight pain, but it was immediately forgotten when he sucked on your lip to ease the bite. 

“Vincent Holland, what the hell are you doing?!” a female voice shrieked, causing you and Vincent to immediately pull away from one another.

You both turned around and noticed a middle-aged woman in a deep-green dress standing there with her arms on her hips. And what a face she was making.

“M-mother, what a pleasant surprise?” Vincent awkwardly asked. His mother apparently didn’t like the answer and stomped over to and pulled him away from you.

“Why are you here spoiling your innocence with what looks like a lower-class girl!? Are you out of your damn mind?!” His mother screeched. You felt tears weld up in your eyes from the lack of care for your presence. How the fuck dare she treat you AND her son like this?

“Mother! You can’t say things like that!” Vincent yelled back, before he grabbed your hand and protectively hid you behind him.

“You’re an absolute disgrace to our family name if you decide to defend the girl!”

“I. Don’t. Care! This girl has shown more appreciation for my existence than YOU have in the past 17 years of my life!”

His moms mouth hung open in shock of her son's blatant disrespect of her ‘views.’ After a very tense beat of silence, she raised a hand as if she was about to hit her son, before she decided against it and brought it back to her hips.

“You have two choices here, Vincent, and I hope you choose wisely.” Vincent’s eyes narrowed on his mother, before he nodded his head to urge her to continue.

“You either drop the girl and keep a good view on our family name, or you go with the girl, and you're disowned and no longer recognised as our son.” Her features darkened as if she knew he would choose the first option and get her way. But the evil smirk she had going on dropped instantly when he backed away from her towards you.

“Why would I ever choose to be associated with you? You’re a psychopathic freak, and I’ll be damned if you get in the way of who I wish to be with! So I choose the second option, and I’ll be on my way now. Good-bye, Bonnie Holland.” 

And like that, he reached down and grabbed your hand securely, and led you out towards a back gate that led onto the busy streets of his neighbourhood.

What the fuck just happened?

Your face was still wet from your tears from the old hag’s ruthless insults and loveless verbal abuse towards her son. How does he deal with it?

You both continued to walk down the paved sidewalk that eventually led out to the busy streets, and you were sure Vincent could feel the sadness emanating from you in strong waves.

“I’m so sorry about that, doll. I wished you didn’t have to witness my psychotic mother’s temper.” He said, his voice wavering from equal dismay. You held back more tears from falling, and stopped walking to pull him into a loving embrace. He was stiff at first from the sudden intimate contact, but he eventually wrapped his own arms around you tightly. You raised yourself up a bit to give him a kiss on the cheek, to which he smiled at you for gratefully.

After your peaceful embrace ended, you attempted to lighten up the mood to invite him over to your own home.

“You hungry? I bet my mom has something we can chomp on left over at my ‘humble abode.’”

A small smile crept back on his face, and he nodded eagerly.

“I would love nothing more.”

Hand-in-hand, you both continued on your trek back to your home, giggling at each other happily.

Young love was truly magical.

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Chapter 12

Masterlist

“Are you nervous?” If I sit for more than 3 seconds I feel my heartbeat increase like hell making my chest hurt. 

Lewis is sitting calmly in one of the chairs in the middle of a huge conference room; in one of the offices of his friend/investor, even though you can see a big blue sky and the sea; isn’t calming at all.

Lewis put his cellphone on the table and stopped me in the middle of the room after interrupting my 21 spin around the table. 

“Hey, hello? Y/N you have this, it’s going to be fine.” His hands on my shoulders makes me feel a little bit calm. “After all, it’s repeat what Mika, Thomas, mom, dad and I have been hearing all these weeks.”

Roscoe barks, laid down on the floor. “Sorry, and Roscoe too.”

I giggle pitching his arm for he let me go. 

After the GP of Monza, Max stayed in London for two days until family duties claimed him back.

My parents were very confused with the news; being more specific, mom shares the same caution of Lewis but both agreed giving him a chance. Thomas congratulated us with a nice welcome, Mika well, she was surly most of the time.

When I found out the meeting for the final presentation of the shelter will be in Monaco, I called Max right away, but in a twist of fate Max will be in Cannes for a party for his family. He insisted that he can stay but I don't want him to waste time sitting in his house waiting for a meeting to finish when he can be with his family.

“Sorry, sorry, we're ready.” Lewis' friends entered, my panic faded away seeing Thomas walking inside too.

He made it, he came and not alone; Emma is with him too.

The meeting passed by in a calm and friendly ambience, they heard me all the time, moving their eyes to the big screen and the fields on their hands, asking a few questions on the way, which I answered with confidence, even a few questions were directed to Thomas, for the construction of the shelter.

“That's all, if you have another question, I'll gladly answer it.” I said taking a deep breath sitting in the chairs.

“So, you don't lie to us when you said Roscoe will be the face of this.” Carol asked, seeing the paper of the logo, the sketch of Roscoe's nose. I shake my head. “Fascinating, let's do it.”

I see Lewis and he smiles at me. “Why Moon path?” Fran inquired, raising his hands. “Don't take me wrong Roscoe, but I like this one.”

“Oh, we began this for an old dog we had years ago, his name was Moon.” I smiled remembering Max helps with the name of the shelter.

“So sweet, what are we waiting for?” Fran said, closing the file.

“In the inauguration I hope we can have Leo Lecrec with us.” Kat closes her eyes, putting her hands together like a prayer.

Lewis laughs. “So it's a green flag?” My fingers hold on tight to the sling.

“Green flag.” All said in unison, making Roscoe barks when we clapped.

As a way of celebrating we had a small dinner, after all this is the beginning of a long and hard working path. 

With two no race weeks Lewis spent the following week with us in London, relaxing and enjoying time with friends and family along going with me to Newport.

The shelter construction will begin this week, and the last phase of my house is in progress.

“Please!” Mika tosses me a gummy. “You're so…”

Emma laughs, taking her stuff, her shift over an hour ago but she stops for chatting as Thomas finishes talking with the people in charge to furnish my house.

“It was a simple question, let’s not make so much show about this.” Emma said, giggling as Mika rolled her eyes.

“Tell her she doesn't lie to you.” I smile tossing the gummy back. 

“I'm not lying!” I move my shoulder trying to distract the attention with the sling which is perfectly set and comfortable but I'm starting to feel shy. “I can't remember wearing lipstick that day.” 

Emma innocently asked about the lipstick I had one week ago, when I made a video call with Thomas who was in my house about a few things that I had trouble with. That night I was flying with Max to London.

“Of course you did!” Mika laughs one more time. “It was Dutch kiss number 1. That was her lipstick.” 

Emma got it as her face turned red waving her hand before going home.

“You're a different kind of person.” Mika laughs so hard as she hides her face between her hands.

“This is so much for a kid?” Thomas said sitting in the backyard where a small living room was created for me.

His attention was so lost in his phone that he missed the attack of laughter of Mika, who's battling for breath normally.

He showed us a mini car, a mini Range Rover car.

“It's fine for a 3 year old boy.” I said almost choking with my drink. “He's 3 months old.”

A quick peck on my cheek makes me turn around mystified, finding a word wide champion behind.

“You!” I smile as I stand quickly putting my healthy arm around his neck. 

Max holds me tight around my waist, breathing slowly as his body relaxes.

“HER ARM!” We chuckled hearing Mika. “Jesus! It's so hard you wait a couple of days?”

This week, I finally will be able to get rid of the sling.

“Mika, let me hug my girlfriend freely.” Max said but he didn't let me go, I missed Mika's reaction.

This is how they've been building a teasing friendship, bothering each other endlessly with their sarcasm and irony.

“Max, do you have nieces, right?” Thomas asks, still lost in his phone, Max lets me go but he grabs my hand as we sit.

“Three.” He smiles proudly.

“What are you doing here?” I asked after waiting for Thomas to say another thing but he kept scrolling in his phone.

He smiles as he tingles our fingers. “I want to surprise you, and spend a lot of time with you.”

Mika rolls her eyes in a funny way. “Emma let you in right?”

Max nods. “She was kind of surprised when she saw me, her face was red.”

“Told you, Dutch kiss number 1.” I kick her under the table as Max looks at us with narrow eyes.

“What would you give to a 3 month old baby boy?” Thomas asked one more time, the way Mika looks at him with a soft smile expressing so much in one peek.

“I'm confused.” Max looked at me but I couldn't respond because Thomas went ahead.

“He didn't know?” I shake my head feeling the intense eyes of Max on me. 

I sigh before telling him. Mika has an older brother, Reagan who he and his wife had a wonderful baby boy three months ago; they have been celebrating every month, like if it’s his birthday; normally just with family, but this time, his monthly party will come along with Reagan’s birthday so they will make a small official party with family and friends.

“I didn’t tell you anything because you mention you have a party too for one of your friends, so I don’t want you to put on that face.” The straight line lips and the hard eyes are the only thing I see. “It’s ok.”

Mika smiles. “We keep an eye on her.” 

I know Max is disturbed; not because I didn’t tell him it’s because he wants to come with me, as a couple.

I grab his face, giving him a peck. “Cheer up, and take me from here, I’m hungry.”

Max chuckles, kissing me back. 

“Oh my word! People get out of here!” Mika covers Thomas' eyes and hers.

Max and I went to dinner in a small restaurant near the beach, not too far away from the coffee shop where we met the first time he was here.

Even when he tries to keep his mood up I know he’s kind of a bother.

After we finished our dinner, he was about to walk to the car but I pulled him over so we could go to the beach.

“Please?” Max scoffs, grabbing my face for a long kiss. 

We cross with a few people who keep staring at him for more time than he wishes, making him tense, and taking a few sighs on the way.

“Don’t feel so overwhelmed.” I said looking at the waves tint on a soft lilac with the sun hiding. “You’re walking with a girl who has a broken arm and pretty face, obviously you call the attention.” 

Max laughs, stopping standing in front of me, the tense jaw is far gone and his shoulders are relaxed.

“I mean it.” Max shakes his head. “It’s ok you won’t go, I've never been a girlfriend of a multiple worldwide champion but I am a sister of one.” 

Max laid back his head, clearly unnerved. “I know time with friends and family is a treasure.”

Max sees the sea behind me. “I want you to know I can be with you even if I travel around the world all the time.” I smile smoothly at him. 

“You are. You’re here even if you could be somewhere else resting or gaming, you are here, and that’s more than enough for me.” I hugged him but still his tense body betrayed him, that’s my cue to go. 

“I've been thinking… It's Singapore next week, I can’t go, Thomas and I have tons of work here but… Japan sounds nice I have never been there.” Max grabs me by my shoulders. “Besides, Yuki owns me a snack tour.”

“It will be amazing! I’ll love to have you around there.” He doesn’t get what I’m trying to say.

“Yes, but I mean, I want to go with you .” He narrowed his eyes, I can’t believe he didn't see how nervous I am.

“Yeah, I’ll come to pick you.” I scoff, pushing him.

“God! I want to go with you as a couple Max.” I said cover my face shy enough to be unable to look at him. “Never mind, forget it.”

I feel so timid looking at him, so I just keep walking but he hugs me back in a second.

“Mika is going to kill you if you hurt me.” I feel Max tighten his grip around my waist and rest his chin softly on my head, I could bet he has a wide smile. 

“I know, believe me.” In an embarrassing attempt to get rid of Max hug, he turns me around so I can face him, unable to hide his smile. “I love it. I love to go with you.”

I shake my head, faking a annoyment. “I LOVE HAVE YOU THERE.” He starts to raise his voice and people start to look at us. “I LOVE TO HAVE MY GIRLFRIEND THERE!”

Definitely this time people kept staring longer, they recognized him. “ME, MA…” I cover his mouth with the palm of my hand.

“You want it louder? Got it.” He mumbled taking my hand with his.

Damn it! Good moment for having a broken arm. 

Max clears his throat taking a deep breath before he keeps raising his voice in the middle of the beach. 

“M…” I grab the back of his neck pulling closer to me for I kiss his lips, the Dutch takes advantage putting his hand too at the back of my neck keeping me closer. 

When I tried to speak, the small gap between my lips was enough for him to quickly deep kiss one more time. 

“Who is slow now?” He said when we split, I hit him softly in his chest. “I mean it, I’ll love you to come with me.” 

I lift on my tip toes hugging him. “It’s not going to be a soft lunch.”

Both of us giggle with the moon above us now. 

“And it couldn’t be better.” Max kiss my head.

Saturday morning, Thomas and I arrived together in Liverpool where Reagan lives. Mika arrived a day earlier to help in everything they could need.

The airport is calm even for being a Saturday morning, a few kids walking hand by hand of their parents, couples walking around looking for their gate, but meetings full of love and screams.

“Still a month?” He asked, taking my bag.

Friday morning, Max went with me with Dr. Hank to finally get rid of the sling, the cast must be with me another month.

“At least.” I nodded, texting Max we arrived safe and sound.

Liverpool is windy, more than we expected, but the forecast indicates a warm afternoon.

We found Mika waiting for us in the parking lot. “Sorry, I have a baby emergency.”

Mika adores her nephew, you can tell by the way her face is sparkling and her clothes have multiple stains of baby drool doesn't bother her at all.

The party will take place in a lovely garden, we will take a quick stop at Reagan's house to change our clothes and leave our bags.

The garden is adorable, white and pastel yellow all over the place, round tables around the place, big balloons that you can see in the distance and by the way small light bubbles hang around, I bet in the night this will look cuter.

“There she is!” Scarlet, Reagan’s wife approaches in a white dress with a baby on her arms. “Aunt Y/N.” 

“Omg, baby Conrad, you’re bigger than in the photos.” The 3 month old baby is peacefully sleeping in his mother's arms.

Suddenly I feel my feet left from the ground in a single motion.

“People is blind or what?” Mika complains holding Thomas hand. “She still has a broken arm.” 

“Have a little fun, please!” Reagan's voice makes me laugh, he carefully puts me on the ground pitching his sister's cheek. “It’s so good to see you Y/N.”

Reagan hugged me, this time more calmly under his sister's gaze. I can’t count the times Reagan and Scarlet found me crying in Mika’s apartment, even when they were so busy they always made space for comforting me when words didn't come out. 

“You look amazing.” I hugged him too. “You’ll be here all weekend right?” 

He splits to stand next to his family and careness his baby face. “I’m all yours.”

We hear someone cough but all we’re enjoying is a special moment of reunion so anyone pays attention until Mika turns around.

“Look what the wind brings.” I turn around when I see a shocked expression on Reagan and Scarlet. 

Max is standing, handsome as always but with icy eyes as he keeps holding his sleeves. 

“No way!” I can’t tell who said first, Thomas or me. 

In three steps I reach him, finally two arms lock around him. Still his body is hard as a rock.

Mikas’s family had never been huge fans of F1, until we met in college, however even now, I know what all they could possibly know is because they cherish Lewis. 

After a short introduction, Conrad opened his eyes ready for a change of dipper, everyone leaving us in our small spot under a tree.

“I can’t believe you were jealous.” I smile standing next to him holding back a smirk.

“I… I… I was, fuck, sorry it’s just…” He stretched his back. “You’re looking gorgeous, and the first thing I see it's a man lift from the ground followed by him holding you tight.” 

His eyes wide open, making himself angry remembering the scene, it has a charm seeing him that jealous.

“I keep with the gorgeous compliment.” I stand next in front of him holding his coat, tilting my head. “Let’s go, I want you to meet Mika's parents.”

Max breathes in and out, as he relaxes, like a cute cat he stretches all his body before walking. 

“Wait.” I stop making him turn around. “You have something here.” I reach his eyebrow as he closes his eyes.

I stole him a quick peck. “Yes, a kiss that you own me.” 

Max walks next to me complaining. “I should kiss you first.”

The party went out fantastic, Mika’s parents were over the moon when they knew I’m dating Max, and only went higher after seeing how lovely he’s with baby Conrad carrying him a few times and talking with him when he thought no one would see them.

We’re saying goodbye late at night, Conrad is peacefully sleeping with one of her grandmas in the house they rent next to the garden, and people started to leave. 

“You’re coming for breakfast right?” Scarlet asked, holding Reagan's arm.

Tomorrow morning they prepared breakfast for their guest who came to Liverpool from far away.

“May…” I know Max isn’t a fan of British food, but he accedes.

“Of course, I’m afraid I have to go after that, but I’ll gladly come.” I only stare at him confused, nodding.

In the car I bothered him with the fact it’s going to be a British breakfast, but he said, sometimes you have to make sacrifices, making us laugh.

“Are you too tired?” He grabs my hand as drives in the soothing night.

I giggle holding his hand between mine. “A wee hour plan?”

He smiled as he pulled my hands to kiss, especially on the one with the broken arm.

We walked around The Royal Albert Dock, sharing memories and silence as we saw how the sky is changing one more time.

But I will keep the kiss he gives me, holding my face as he breathes slowly, as he keeps his eyes close.

Next morning we arrived and Max had a hard time eating everything on his plate, the perfect occasion for Mika to play with him a little bit more. 

“Delicious, right?” Mika asked him knowing Max is fighting to swallow his last bite. 

All eyes on the table, on him. She made us sit with her parents, next to him.

“Yeah.” He looks at me winking his eyes.

Like Max said, after we finish our breakfast he must go. He said goodbye carrying for the last time Conrad and kissed his forehead carefully.

“Take care of her.” Regan said, holding his hand. “She’s pure gold.”

“Don’t have to tell me.” Max said, holding his stare.

I’m stubborn, what can I say, even though I knew I had to take a cab to go back here, I refused to let him alone.

We arrived at the airfield where his jet was waiting for him.

I came out first as he picked up his bags, seeing a Sunday morning normal in Liverpool people coming and going along the street, some with bags, others meeting or saying goodbye to family and friends.

“Y/N?” My blood freezes and my body reacts, turning around so quickly that it makes me feel dizzy.

In front of me, a guy with dark hair, and a brown jacket is standing amused to see me.

“God, are you ok?” My breath is stuck on my throat and my heart is beating fast, when he touches my arm I hiss.

It isn’t the physical pain that makes me react, it’s the pain on my chest that makes my heart feel in pain every second.

“You’re pale, let me take you to the hospital.” My breathing is erratic and I feel I could cry at any minute. 

Until Max appears in front of me grabbing my face, taking the other hand away from me. “Hey, look at me, are you ok?” 

But my eyes instantly go back to the guy at his back, I want to hold Max, I want to hold him so tight, but I can’t move.

“Caleb.” It’s the only thing I’m able to whisper.

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Spit fire strikes again.

Pt2 of the Grocery store love fic I made of Derek. Bc I suddenly remembered how funny it was that I wrote for him.

It's a Friday, around 11 am no one was around luckily so Derek was able to restart shelves. He was always thankful for times like these, where everything seemed calm. But of course working in customer service never is truly calm.

"Are you sure they don't have it in the back? I swore last time I talked to someone and they found it back there!" Suggesting sternly the young man in front of Derek glared slightly. Making the long haired man return it, causing the other to fix his face.

"Sir, if we had it, the product would already be on the shelf. I belive we ran our of it so no, I cannot check the back o see if we have the...what was it again?" Pausing the grocery store employee realized he didn't know what he was looking for. The blonde before him scoffed before showing his phone.

"It's a new brand of coffee creamer! It's a seasonal one-" Oh great, another coffee lover. Derek let his kind wonder as he looked to the fridges. Then blinked at a customer watching him.

"Spit fire?" Mumbling out, Derek watched as the person smiled with a small wave. But, before he could return it the blonde snapped his fingers in his face.

"Hello? I'm talking to you- OW!" Yelping in pain, the man whipped around. Seeing (Y/N) with a stern look, glaring him down.

"Were you raised in a barn!? Who the hell ever told ya it was okay to snap in people's faces!" Scolding harshly, Spit fire began releasing hell. Derek chuckled watching them basically making a man quiver before them, this was an enjoyable sight for Derek.

"I'm- I apologize-" Stuttering put a response the young man was cut off by (Y/N).

"Don't apologize to me! I'm not the one that had to deal with your rude ass! Apologize to this nice man!" Gesturing to Derek, who was surprised being called nice. The blonde nodded and turned to the long haired man.

"I'm sorry sir. I just been looking all day because my girlfriend wanted one." Mumbling out an apology, the blonde looked at Derek. Who sighed and waved his hand at the boy.

"Fine kid, I accept your apology. Honestly just go to Walmart, they'll probably have it." Giving advice, Derek say the man nod and rush away. Shaking his head the middle aged man turned to (Y/N).

"It seems your always there to save me, Spit fire." Joking, the grocery store employee watched as the person snorted. Holding a bag with some food in it and they wiped a tear.

It was true, the firey person always shot down customers that were getting too big for their bridges. This has been going on since the first day they came here. The fact they've been doing it for a week now made Derek more intrigued with them.

"It seems you always need saving from asshole customers." Replying back, Spit fire smiled at Derek. Maybe now they'll have courage to do this. But before they could Speak Derek beat them.

"Well since I'm always being saved by you, how about I give ya my number." It was a bad attempt at flirting, Derek knows. But he couldn't help but feel drawn to this person, their personality was really nice.

Adding to the fact they'll rip anyone with their silver tongue of theirs. Derek watched as Spit fire fumbled for their phone with a shy smile.

"I was going to ask you that! Seems you beat me too it." Whispering (Y/N) then handed their phone to him. The long haired man smiled and nodded as he gently took the phone from them.

Both seemed to have a small reaction to touching each other's hands. Even if it was for a small second, but Spit fires heart raced. His hands felt rough from all the heavy lifting they saw him doing.

Derek noted how soft their hands were, which made him chuckle. He couldn't help but wonder what type of work they do. Or if they have a lotion to keep their hands nice and soft.

"As much as I want to stay and chat. I need to go, William will get on me for not restocking." Mumbling out, Derek rubbed the back of his neck. Handing the phone back with a nervous smile, that old man could be very intimidating. Almost like a dad even.

"I don't mind! Um, if I could I can keep ya company?" Stuttering out the ask, Spit fire looked at the taller man. Who chuckled and gave a smile to them seeing their reaction.

"I wouldn't mind, Spit fire." Whispering Derek then gestured them to follow him. As he began to lift boxes and stock shelves the two chatted.

About many things getting g to know one another. Derek learned much about the firey person and how they were new to the city. Spit fire learned that Derek is new but been here a bit longer then them.

Both seemed to enjoy each other's presence, that's until William cleared his throat. Making the two blush and look at him with nervous smiled. Spit fire said good bye before rushing away to pay for their groceries.

"They seem good. Hurry up and confess already, Derek." Bluntly saying the old man then walked away. Leaving Derek Stuttering a response but just sighed.

Rubbing his face the long haired man realized something. Fuck, he might actually be in love with someone. When's the last time he ever did that? Shaking his head, Derek went back to stocking the shelves.

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INTRODUCTIONS:

💙"Wusup! Name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo or Leon. I'm the cool leader in blue and the oldest Hamato brother! I'm also the most handsome, haha! Feel free to stick around and chat."

💜"Greetings. I'm Donatello. Some of my other names include Donnie, Don, Dee... you get the gist. I'm the brains of the group because SOMEONE around here needed an education. I'm the second oldest and sadly "twins" with Mr. Massive-Ego. If I'm not busy, I'll talk I guess.."

❤️"Sup. I'm Raphael. Or just Raph works too. I'm the muscle among my brothers. Don't let my size fool you, I happen to be the middle child. So... yeah."

🧡"HI HI HI HI! I'm Michelangelo! Or Mikey, Mike, Michael, Angelo... whichever works! I'm the youngest brother and most playful and creative! I love to meet new people, so don't be shy!"

💛"Hello there! I'm April O'Neil, but just April works! I'm a close friend of the turtles and have been for some time now. If I'm not busy at work, I'll try to answer what I can!"

🩶"Yo! This is the one and only Casey Jones. I'm an athletic guy who likes to do my part in keeping this city safe from all sorts of trouble. If I'm not busy, feel free to swing by and chat!"

🩷"Hiii! I'm Angelica Jones, but you can call me Angel or Angie too if you want. I'm Casey's younger sibling, and he thought it would be a good idea to have me try and talk to people, so here I am! I'm not very chatty, though, but I will try my best to respond to what I can."

💚"Howdy, I guess. Name's North. I'm honestly just here because the others wouldn't shut up till I agreed to do this. Ask whatever, just know I won't answer something I deem too personal.."

🖤"Sup laddies and lassies. The name's Shep. North dragged me into this as well, so ask me anything I suppose. Just don't get all hurt if my answers are too brutal for ya."

TAGS:

#that blue dude = Leo

#donniepedia = Donnie

#big red = Raph

#mike n ike = Mikey

#april showers = April

#hockey talky = Casey

#little angel = Angie

#sly fox = North

#shepticeye = Shep

#other talks = anyone else getting involved

#yappin = just talking about random things (rambling)

#friendly chats = answering the ask box

#arts n crafts = showing off drawings or projects

interactions = interacting with other accounts (mostly reblogs)

OOC:

Hello! I'm the mod for this blog and the creator of this AU! This is an RP blog based on my own TMNT AU known as Hunt for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Any other RP blogs, feel free to interact if you want!

My main blog is @rosewashereyt and my tmnt blog is @rosey-mango

#rose is here = ooc related stuff

If you see things in double brackets [[---]], it's ooc as well!

Shep is an OC that belongs to Sunny aka @atiredweirdo

Any interactions with him go through Sunny first, just fyi!

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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER I

Hi, how are you? This is the English version of "NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL ". I usually write in Portuguese, but as I saw a lot of people who read in other languages, I decided to write this one in English too. Admittedly, I used Google and corrected what I could. I hope this is an acceptable translation, even if my writing is a bit rusty in English.

Now, for those who don't know what the story is about, here's an improvised summary: Nico is returning from Italy after spending two years there and meets Percy, the best friend he left behind, but who kept in touch in that time away. The rest develops from this reunion, and very quickly! In this story I will try to be more direct.

Thanks for the support! And good reading.

"Look who's back! The Italian boy.” Nico just had time to turn around before he was pressed against broad shoulders and strong arms that hugged him so tightly they lifted him into the air, knocking him out of breath and sending his books and bag tumbling to the floor, the door of his school locker being slammed with a loud bang.

“Perseus Jackson!”

"Only my mother calls me that."

But Percy was laughing, twirling him around in the air as people around him stared at them. Well, there was a good reason. They were right in the middle of the hallway where there were several lockers, leading to the entrance of the classrooms. Nico couldn't resist, he wrapped his arms around Percy's neck and hugged him as tight as Percy had did, burying his face against Percy's neck.

"I missed you.”

"I missed you too." Nico muttered back and pulled away, finally getting to see Percy's face.

Eyes as green as he remembered, nose straight and upturned, thin lips and wide in a pretty smile. What had changed was Percy’s height, nearly seven feet tall, and all those muscles. Where he remembered a shy and a little sad boy had turned into this... this happy and full of life man. Confident. Although he could still see the kindness and friendship that they used to have, this thing between them… having to deal with those feelings so openly still was something new. He couldn't help but compare himself to the past, where he was too young and Percy was... Percy was Percy, opening the door to his home to a sad, lonely little boy.

"Two years, huh? I thought you were never coming back."

“Hm.”

"Let me see you better." It wasn't like Percy had never seen him up close or every day for those two years on video calls. Nico had forgotten how intense Percy could be, full of touches and smiles.

Percy brought one of his hands to his face and brushed his hair back, exposing his face completely. And him? Well, Nico just stared back at Percy, as focused on the boy as Percy was on him. The truth is that all the calls and video calls didn't compare to what reality showed him, making him question what had happened to make him run away from Percy, from those gestures that felt so… so affectionate and so attentive. How dare he do this to them? Leaving the person he loved most behind? He was the most cowardly person in the whole world.

"Um... Percy? Put me down, yeah?” Nico did his best to stay serious.

"Why?”

"Don’t you have shame?”

"Have I?

Then, Percy smiled even more and finally put him on the ground to then loosen his grip on his face and waist, not pulling away completely, but leaning a little over him, as if there was something in his face that Percy needed to see more closely.

"How have you been? Why didn't you tell me you were coming back this week?”

"Why? Would you pick me up at the airport?”

“Of course, my friends deserve the best.”

“And what would that be?”

“Me, of course.”

Nico swore he was trying to be serious. The way things were going, Percy wanted something more and at the moment he wasn't ready. But it was no use, Nico grabbed Percy's shoulders and laughed; he thought it was one of the worst lines he had ever heard.

"Hey, don't laugh in my face. I'm a nice guy.”

“And very humble, too.”

"Very.” Percy said and finally released him, leaning against his side in front of the lockers, making Nico sigh in relief and picking up his things from the floor, putting them in the locker.

Sometimes Percy was a little too much for him; that was what Nico had discovered over the years in the thousands of conversations they'd had in that time. He didn't know when Percy had changed from the introverted boy to this bubbly person, but he liked it. And hated it at the same time, making his stomach flutter with anxiousness.

"Now really, how have things been?"

“You know, the same." Nico shrugged and closed the closet, taking out the books he would use that day, putting them in his bag. “Bianca came with me.”

"College?” Percy asked. “And you?”

Nico shrugged once more and leaned back against Percy's side, facing him closely again, looking at him through his lashes, trying not to show how he really felt. He didn't think he'd ever would get used to his friend's good looks, now doubled as the smooth features of adolescence gave way to defined muscles and an angular, strong face, the crooked smile, the intense gaze, the confident attitude... and... well, all of that. And much more.

"What about it?"

"What brings you back?"

“I missed home.” Nico nodded to himself. “For a while I thought it was Verona, but… I kept wondering what’s going on around here.”

"So, you decided to come back?”

“Why not? I'm turning eighteen in a few months. I wanted to use this last year and see the guys again.

Well… he wanted to see a few people again and one of them was right in front of him, looking at him as if he wanted to… as if Percy wanted to see what was inside his mind. And as it used to happen, he was the first to lose in this little game to see who looked away first.

“So… did you miss it and came to stay or…”

“I'm here to stay. Hades will come later.”

"I’m glad.” Percy said, still smiling, something more sincere and cute, like he got tired of flirting. "Maybe we can see each other later. Wanna eat something?”

"Later when?”

"Today. After basketball practice. Want to see me play?”

"Oh no! That's what I was afraid of! The high school cliché!” But he was laughing, and Percy was laughing along with him, reminding him of old times.

“You know, you can't talk about me. You were all cute and shy and you came back looking like you stepped out of an eighty’s movie. Leather jacket, ripped pants and that… is it eyeliner?” Percy approached him once more and gently cupped his chin, just another excuse to touch him, of that Nico was sure; not that he was complaining. Percy could do that and much more. “You're the perfect good boy gone bad.”

“I'm still a good boy.”

That made Percy stop for a moment, still with his hands on Nico's face, and stare at him for a long time only for a crooked smile to appear along with dimples.

"Is that so? How much of a good boy are you?”

"I don't think you'll ever find out."

One more silence and one more look that in the past would send him running for cover faster than a rocket. However, that Nico had been left behind along with his innocence.

“Hm.” Was all Percy said for a few moments, and Nico swore he was moving closer towards his face when the bell rang, interrupting them.

"Right.” Nico cleared his throat, straightening his spine and looking around. “I think I have to go.

“What's your first class?”

" English class. I need to stop by the secretary first.”

" I'll go with you.

Nico didn't even try to deny it, he had missed Percy so much that stretching things a little further wouldn't hurt. He pushed himself away from the locker and, again, something he didn't expect happened. Percy took the backpack from his shoulder, carrying it for him and with the other hand, intertwined their fingers together, pulling him smoothly through the almost empty corridor towards the administration of the school.

***

It was strange to be there after so long. The cream-colored walls were still the same, there were the same blue benches and black tables, the same wide hallways and the same cafeteria, painted the same pastel color. He even managed to recognize some familiar faces among the younger ones. It was a dejavu, except that now he saw things from above, in a distant, almost displaced perspective, where before his days were permeated by anxiety and uncertainty, now everything seemed easier and colorless, even if a little painful, but unimportant and maybe even comfortable. Maybe it was because Percy was still holding his hand, talking to the same secretary as two years ago, a woman in her fifties, always smiling and helpful.

In the end, it didn't take long for him to get his admissions papers that he would need to show his professors.

“So, English class? Double? I also have it. Let me see your schedule.”

Nico shrugged and took his class schedule out of his bag. He watched Percy take the paper from his hands, frown in concentration and hand the paper back to him, "We have most of our classes together. “Are you in the arts and music clubs? I'm into the music too. Guitar classes.”

“Seemed to be the easiest.”

"I bet.”

"Shut up.” Nico shoved Percy by the shoulders and walked out of the office. Few people knew that he had a knack for creative things and maybe he played something for Percy over the years. Well, that was none of other people's business.

“Nico, the classes have changed! We are using the auditoriums.”

"Of course.” Nico rolled his eyes and this time he wasn't even surprised when Percy reached out and touched his shoulder, his big hands sliding down his back to his waist, gently guiding him in the right direction. In fact, he didn't remember this school having an auditorium, so he let himself be guided by Percy, a warm and comfortable presence at his side.

***

When they arrived at the auditorium, the class had already started. Professor Johnson wasn't the type to mind being late if the class wasn't disrupted, that’s why Percy stood at the main entrance to the room, away from the teacher's gaze, preferring to watch Nico go down to the podium where the teacher was and deliver the paper for her to sign.

What could Percy say? Nico was a much more interesting sight at that moment, long legs covered by tight jeans, perky ass, small waist, broad shoulders, deep-set black eyes and a small mouth that always seemed to be bitten and reddened, skin tanned, looking so soft that he couldn't resist the urge to touch him as soon as he could, just to test the theory. He admitted it, he was going too fast, but two years was enough time to know if you liked someone, wasn't it? Not counting the seven years before that. Perhaps he should have gone to Italy with Nico when Hades offered, always generous even if absent most of the time.

He was snapped out of his reverie when Nico finished talking to the teacher and walked towards him, carefree and slow, as if he had all the time in the world, parading around in his punk clothes and unpretentious attitude. Why avoid something he knew would happen sooner or later? If Percy could, he would kiss Nico then and there, to end this torture that had gone on for so many years. But he could control himself, if he had waited two years, he could wait a few more days.

"All went well?”

Nico just nodded and took his hand, leading him towards the middle of the auditorium where they could get a good view of the teacher and hear what she was talking about. Percy didn't even have time to appreciate Nico taking the initiative and touching him of his own free will, although he felt he should be more concerned with the reaction of the people around them, the indiscreet stares and murmurs buzzing in his ear; he didn't exactly date boys in public, especially since Annabeth was always around to make everyone think he was with her. It was what it was, he just hoped he didn't have to punch some faces. Because he would, and gladly.

“Per?” He heard someone call him and there was only one person who still called him that. "What chapter are we in?"

"Seven.”

"Thanks.” Nico muttered more quietly than before and began to read, completely focused on the book and what the teacher was saying. Percy was left to wonder how anyone could be so cute. So lovely. Watching a small crease appear between Nico's brows, his lips set into a frustrated pout until he seemed to find what he was looking for in the book, relaxing against the seat and settling down to jot down quick notes as the teacher discussed the matter.

Then a noise came from the row of chairs above his, someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and there was Grover, his oldest childhood friend.

"Who's the new kid?"

“Nico.”

“That quiet, sad boy Sally had practically adopted?' Your Italian boy? Now I understand the obsession.”

"Dude!” Percy whispered furiously. He wasn't that obsessed…was he? Percy looked to the side, just to make sure Nico hadn't heard, seeing that the boy was still focused on the class and turned back to Grover: “We'll talk later.”

"As you wish, don Juan."

"Whatever.”

Percy faced forward, leaned over Nico, seeing where they were in the book, and ignored everything else. When Nico pushed the book toward him so the two of them could read, Percy didn't hesitate. He put his arm around Nico's shoulder, put their heads together and began to read. Maybe be if he could concentrate, the little voice in the back of his mind would stop reminding him that this would lead to more trouble than he was willing to deal with.

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I hope you liked it. Updates always in Fridays or early if a have the time.

Thanks again!

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

OKAY SO-

I had an idea for a silly goofy au where Damian, Jon, and reader are like the scooby gang and go around solving mysteries.

Reader is like a magic user, and they're job is to keep the evil entities away from everyday people, (Like Supernatural! But kid friendly🩷)

Damian has been stalking them as Robin and that's how the supersons get involved in the mystery gang.

It's just wholesome crime solving amongst the baby heros, and they have fun adventures (that sometimes end in sleepovers).

It think it would be funny too if paranormal assistance was needed and Dickie walks in on the three of them performing a seance in the theater room-

"What the hell is happening right now?"

"Magic."

"..."

"Why."

"Because, Richard. It is important for our investigation."

"Okay." *Turns to leave*

"No, no, no. You have to stay until I close the ritual so the spirit doesn't attatch to you. :D"

"WHAT-"

But he can't complain, because at least little wing is making friends...?

Bonus if Bruce has no idea where Damian is going almost every night. Like he just dissapears for a few hours then just returns wuth Jon and no explaination.

Clark and Lois know obvi because Jon is just so excited to tell his parents all about the latest mystery.

I know this isn't alot but I have more but I think imma go take another nap rq-

Imma sleepy-

NORMIEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Nono because--

I'm-

How'd you know that my absolute weakness is the Supersons with a same age reader completing the baby hero trinity??

I'M NOT JOKING IT'S SERIOUSLY ONE OF MY FORGOTTEN SOFT SPOTS FOR THESE GOOBERS!!!! I remember a long time ago when I read this headcanon post about the Supersons with a reader who was the child of Wonder Woman and they were basically the Big Three next gen!! 🥹🥹 I have no clue where it's at now :sobs: BUT IT WAS REALLY GOOD AND FUELED MY LOVE FOR DC CIRCA 2015-2017!!!!

Now. As for YOU, my dear boba bubble.........

*deeeep breath in-*

FRICK YEEEEAAAAAAHHHH

THEM!!! THE KIDS EVER!!!!!!!! BEING A LIL SCOOBY DOO GANG!!!

I ain't gonna tell no tall man's tale, as SOON as I got this gist for this - the Scooby Doo theme song was playing in my head and now I can't stop imagining it with them getting into funny dramatic thematic situations:

It's just-

🎶 WHAT'S NEW SCOOBY DOO? COMIN' AFTER YOU ✨🏃🏽‍♀️💨 WE'RE GONNA SOLVEEE THAT MYSTERY!!🎶 and it's all a rush of cutscenes of the Big Little Three getting into all kinds of fun supernatural filled shenanigans — crazy and wild and sometimes very scary, but they've all got each other's backs.

Point being: yes yes, 100% yes.

Magic user?!??!!?!?!!! THAT MEANS.... MAGIQUE~~~ (◠‿・)—☆

let's say bro (you) can fly - maybe not as often nor as naturally as Jonny boy, but hell you can levitate for more than a few minutes at a time, it's something!

you both take turns carrying Damian - the only non-flyer of the group lmaoooo

you're all the "middle man" between you all at one point or another. sometimes dami leads with his head and instincts; you and jon reel him in. sometimes jon leads with his heart and just finally fudging snaps because even the sweethearts go apeshit sometimes - you and dami do damage control and console the poor boy in the emotional aftermath. sometimes, you either lose yourself to the supernatural aspect of it all: it's either a overflowing, overwhelming rush of magic that zaps you dry and you're withered to a delicate, fragile thing in your own destructive aftermath or you go full on Avatar (tla) State and become something just shy of not human and need to be tethered back to the ground by your boys.

whatever the case may be, you all work around and through it all. you adapt to each other's needs. you're all there for each other, no matter what.

The bit with Dick and the seance. In the Manor, no less. I applaud you - it's too canon not to be.

You, hands glowing and a little too cheerful - like this is normal (it is. to you, at least) but still wary: "WAIT DON'T LEAVE YOU'RE NOW A LIABILITY TO THE DEMONS!!"

Dick:

Yoooooo, imagine pulling up to the function while Dami's at school LMFAOOOOOOO

HE'S IN A LAB OR ART CLASS JUST VIBING AND HAPPENS TO LOOK OUT THE WINDOW TO SEE YOU: LEVITATING AND WAVING FRANTICALLY TO HIM AND JON RIGHT BESIDE YOU, LOOKING EXTREMELY SHEEPISH AND WAVES INNOCENTLY:

Damian: Oh, Grandfather's head on a stick.

Classmate: Woah! What happened? *sees Damian looking right past them to the window, also looking like he's about to have an aneurysm*

Classmate: Bro, what-? *goes to turn*

Damian: *grabs them by the shoulders and turns them around* AH YA- YOU- YOUUuuuknow, what? It's nothing at all. Nothing of the sort. It was . . . a bird. Yes. A bird. It flew away. But I must leave now.

Classmate: *stunned* I-uh- okay-?

Damian: *gathering his things while retaining intense eye contact* Yes.

Classmate: ......... Bro you good? Seriously-

Damian, interrupts: It would seem I have a . . . Previous engagement. I'll tend to the bird on my way.

Classmate: Oh-

Damian, already out the door because you just deactivated your levitation spell and just, went right parallel downwards without a word and Jon panicked and flew down after you to try and catch you and the both of y'all disappear from his view and most likely ate absolute shit in the school's compost bin outside the window: Your understanding is appreciated.

Classmate: .......................

Classmate: It's first period??

LMFAOOOOO AND AS FOR CLASSMATE, bro's weirded out but probably unaffected nonetheless because Dami has a rep for being a little weird and disappearing out of the blue from time to time but is a relatively pleasant classmate nonetheless!

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Damian, Jon, and you being the next Big Little Three.......

But there's magic and ghosts involved!!! 👻✨

Idea: maybe you end up being Zatanna's apprentice/family member and inherited your magic through that! Orrrrr, you're just a freelance magic user, a bit of a vagabond of sorts, a total enigma and have it under your belt, no mentor, just doin' your own thing. (Miles Morales ref. 🙌)

Either way, you're a well-meaning kid with a good heart and have an absolute time hassling all these spirits like cattle back to the netherworld that nobody else can see.

Kinda like Danny Phantom!! (I loveeee dc x dp) or somethin' to that effect haha.

Wouldn't it be even funnier if reader has like, no known records? At all? They just showed up one day and came to clean out the supernatural aspects of the city ('ole goth here's messed up enough without all the vengeful ghosts in it! just doin' a little favor, no? *blows a kiss*') and gets roped into the adventure- and friendship/found family circle- of a lifetime.

Stakeouts that turn into sleepovers at the Manor. Very rarely down at the farm in Metropolis, but sometimes!! Big open cornfields, it's a hotpot for Prime Supernatural Activity. You make insufferable jokes (even tho they're like, true) and Damian scolds you for scaring Jon. Tt.

But you save his favorite cow Betsy from getting attacked by some random ghost demon and Jon nearly crushes your ribs in a hug.

As for Damiiiii, bro- I came up w/ something--

You pop up at some Wayne gala inexplicably at first.

Damian spots you for the first time (y'know, before y'all all become friends hueheuhueuhue *chokes, coughs*), completely out in the open, and spews his drink.

He'd immediately stomp over to you, aghast, because what in all the names of the Lazarus Pit are you doing here?! He'd been stalking you for weeks from afar! He was a master of stealth!! How did you even manage--

I- what? No, he does not like your outfit! It's rather spiffy, you say? HE DOESN'T CARE! THAT'S THE LAST THING HE'S THINKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW?? How did you even GET IN??

He's steaming and flustered while also trying to not make a scene because the place is crawling with socialites and high society aristocrats whereas you're cool, calm, charming, blending in too well as you down your own drink. [It's icy apple juice.] and just, bamboozles him further.

'Excellent year,' you suddenly say rather seriously, peering down into your glass of icy apple juice with an impressed expression, effectively cutting off Damian, who was in the middle of a hushed, barely watered down tirade.

Y'all stare at each other for all of two nanoseconds and the events happen as follows:

you turn a bottle of iced apple cider to Damian (where did you even manage to nab one?), pointedly at the label to further explain your comment,

he slaps it out of your hand in a rush of overwhelming emotion and thereby catches the attention of everyone within y'all's general vicinity,

BOOM - you're both circled out and being stared down from all sides.

Damian wants to crawl in a hole and die, maybe.

You raise your hand and twiddle your fingers in a sweet wave and- you- that's when he sees it-

Sparkles. Real, genuine, sparkles. Come right out from your fingertips.

Damian is at a loss while you suddenly garner an audience!! An applauding audience!!! What the hell is going on-?

You disappear in a puff of smoke! Oh my!!

And in a grandiose puff of sparkles and thematic smoke (it's like regular smoke but cooler), you reappear with a flourish on the stage on the other side of the room! Thereby catching everyone's attention.

"Good eveninggggg, my fellow Gothamites! Wowza, I see some sexy faces here tonight! *twirls magician's hat and releases an entire army of butterflies* Enchanted to see you all! I'm (Name) and I'm your prime rib for the night! (cue pulling a whole ass pig, cute and with a bowtie, out from the inside of your coat) Or so to speak!"

Gasps and claps arise from the audience!

Damian is terse, a little terrified, and a little impressed. And he watches the entire time as you pull off a literal magic show! An interactive one, too!

Afterwards, you stand in front of an enchanted crowd and bow with a proper flourish; when you peek out over the rim of your hat, you make direct eye contact with Damian, a mischievous smile playing at your lips.

A proper introduction for you, your Highness? - echoes in his mind. Magic.

That's when he knows. He knows, he's in for a wild ride.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'VE STARTED AND NOW I CANT GET ENOUGHHHHHH OMGGGGGGGG

(Also! Dick would totally be gushing over y'all all the time. His baby wing made friends! And such Good Ones too!! Awwwww! <33)

(And Damian just snaps at him to be quiet, orrrr frowns from where he's trapped in between you and Jon in a group hug. He secretly, not-so-secretly loves it.)

[h-a-r-t-k-e]

Husk x reader

- 5'2  yall can choose how you look.

  -Husk POV-

It was a normal day in hell. If you don't consider that, I'm at a bar? Casino whatever the fuck this place is called. "Ha! Read em and weep boys. Full h- Woah, what the hell. What the fuck is this place"

   -time skip after introducing and all that other stuff that happened-

   -Y/n POV-

I was just working my shift at the bar. Going from table to table, taking orders, getting catcalled. Ya' know the usual.

When I finally took my break, I saw the princess of hell on TV, and she was... singing? What the hell is that about. Happy Hotel? Hmm, maybe I'll check that out later. I need a new place to stay anyway. My apartment keeps getting broken into.

    -After shift-

I was on my way to the Happy Hotel. Which, by the way, is not incredibly hard to find due to how big the building was, plus the glowing sign that read 'Hazbin Hotel' don't know who changed the name but whatever I'm goin' anyway.

When I got there, I knocked the Mario theme on the door cause it had been stuck in my head since the beginning of my shift.

When I finished, someone answered the door, laughing. He was freakishly tall, and I recognized him as the porn star Angel Dust.

Once he finished laughing, he yelled to Charlie, saying she had another guest, and walked away.

"HiI'mCharlieandohmyluciferIjustcantbelievewehaveanotherguestratherthanAngelDustohIcanshowyouaroundandintroduceyoutoeveryoneifyoudlikeomgomgomgwehaveaguest"

    Translation to the madness I just wrote: Hi I'm charlie and oh my lucifer I just can't believe we have another guest other than angel dust oh I can show you around and introduce you to everyone if you like omg omg omg I just can't belive we have another guest

Once she finished her... sentence? That she spoke way too quickly. I responded, "Hey, I'm Y/n, and sure a tour would be great." I said with a smile on my face.

"Okay, follow me." She said, clearly still excited. "This here's Vaggie Co- owner and my girlfriend." ( I just love this ship, alright. No one's changing my mind, sorry, not sorry. )

Once she was done introducing me to Vaggie. She introduced me to Angel. Then, she walked me over to a bar? I thought this place was supposed to rehabilitate sinners. Whatever, I like alcohol and the bartender is kinda cute. I'm definitely flirting with him later.

"Hey, Husk! We have a new guest!" "Hmpf" was all she got as a response. "Hey, I'm Y/n." I said. "Names Husk." He said, finally bringing his head up and taking a drink of booze.

"Hello Charlie dear. Do we have a new guest I see?" I heard a radio voice behind me. I turned around to see the radio demon. Hmm, I didn't know he worked here. "Alstor pleasure to meet you, darling." He said, holding his hand out. "Y/n, nice to meet you, Alastor." ( I know most people make Y/n afraid of Alastor, but to be honest, I don't see a reason why Y/n should be afraid of this used tampon motherfucker. )

   -After eating cause I suck at those types of scenes-

After eating, I decided to go to go try and flirt with Husk. "Hey, Husk, right?" "Yea whaddya want?" "You~" I said flirtatiously. His face dusted pink, and he began stuttering a response. Clearly has never been flirted with, but I can still work with this flustered cat.

"Soooo~? Is that a yes~?" "Hmpf." is what I got as he covered his face. "I'm taking that as a yes~?" I said, grabbing his hands off of his face and leaning in slowly. Which he didn't refuse, he even started leaning in a touch. Our lips met in the middle, and he seemed more shy about it than I did, but I didn't care.

And yes, I know there will be those people out there who are like 'But you just met him' and 'You're moving too quickly.' Look, love at first sight, just shut up and let me enjoy life, mkay'?

But we parted, and he was quick to hide his face in his hands as, even under his fur, you could tell he was red as a tomato.

I chuckled a bit and grabbed a drink, and walked over to the other side of the counter to try and get this cat out of hiding.

   -682 words not including beginning introduction and this end thing. Hope yall enjoy and feel free to request in the comments, I will try my best to get to them, but I am only human and busy sometimes.-

[lutawolf]

Hey Luta! (Is it ok for me to call you like this? I'm very very new and just found you three or so days ago. I saw one of your posts where you preferred to be greeted like this so I figured it would be finee)

First of all, I'm a minor, little less than 2 years shy of being an adult. I'm not sure if you would be comfortable responding to this. (many adults don't and I respect it).

I found you through the posts about your views on series such KP and LITA and others and I've taken a liking to your breakdowns of each relationship's d/s dynamics. Therefore, I want to ask for an advice for a personal matter regarding these d/s dynamics and relationships.

This is really longer that I expected it to. I apologise for taking your time for some immature teen friendship issue. Thank you.

I had a friend who I basically grew up with, we've been in the same class for 5-6 years in school and we use to be so close that we talked about anything and everything ranging from assignments from school to bdsm (this was a recent past two year development). We hit it off really great but soon she started becoming more and more possessive, didn't like me talking to others for a longer period of time, would sulk any time someone else would approach us when we were together, etc. Between the two of us, she was the one who had a more dominant personality and would prefer to take the reigns of the conversations and decisions about what was our next plan and all. For a long period of time, I let her do all those things, I didn't mind at all, she was respectful to the teachers, my parents and elders alike, she took responsibility of her actions, wasn't careless and even if she preferred to take control, she would also let me know beforehand and ask for my opinions (i was not great at talking at all or speaking up for myself) so she could see what would be the best possible outcome. I had even enjoyed her attention on me and actually did prefer for her to do all those things (as a middle child, at home, i had to step up and take responsibility because my siblings were always too 'old' or 'young' to do chores and run errands so i liked stepping back and letting her take the lead). However what I failed to notice was her sketchy reputation among the students, my friends had warned me repeatedly but i did not listen to them and so this went on until she and i formed a group with 3 other people. At first we got along really well but then she started getting jealous of another girl who i was close to in the group. I got tired of explaining to her all the time that she was my "best friend" while the other girl would just remain a normal friend. She started to sulk around, act all depressed even more that usual which made other people start whispering about us in class and everywhere and I hated that so much. My grades dropped to a new level i hadn't ever seen before. However I couldn't bring myself to be away from her. This continued on and she did some pretty shit thing to the people in the group we had formed out of jealousy which was really devastating for me. On one side i didn't want to leave the group because i loved my new friends a lot, they were like a breath of fresh air away from her. On the other hand i didn't want to leave her alone as she had been the one i had all this time and she was genuine about me and my concerns. Also, she didn't have anyone else despite being so social (as I mentioned other students were wary of her). Fast forward a few months she got a new friend so i finally found it in me to end our relationship.

Back in 2021, she reached out to me and we kind of reconciled. I, however, didn't want to be seen with her in school because literally everyone in the school knew what had went down between us (it was a very long drama) and i absolutely hated listening to their opinions so i made her stay at a distance and she agreed as she acted really desperate to be with me again. Morally, I shouldn't have agreed, I should've just kept the distance b/w us and it was pretty shitty thing of me to give her hope, after all she talked about me as if i was the centre of her life or something (in the words of others). And so our relationship went on and off until we grew very close again...this was last year in 2022(we didn't hide our relationship but we weren't too open with it too). Our conversations grew close and ultimately landed on bdsm. Now, we shouldn't have started talking about this but we could hardly keep things from each other, i had a habit of telling her everything i didn't dare tell my other friends. I trusted her on a whole another level. At one point we even talked about dating each other and we had lengthy talks about what our preferences were. She told me that if we were together, she would like me as her sub (and god, did that wake some feelings inside me. It was like finally getting (or hearing in this case) something that you were craving to hear for so long). As a 16 year old, i wouldn't dare talking about this to anyone else, but since it was her....(maybe at this age, i shouldn't even have these feelings and shouldn't even think in this direction). Anyways, we got pretty serious and even dated for awhile (i think so we did). However, all good things have to end, and i, couldn't keep myself in check. I started feeling guilty because all this time i was lying to my friends about her and i also kept her hanging (neither denying to be openly with her, nor agreeing). It soon got too much and i ended up ruining what we could have.

We haven't talked or seen each other in almost 5 months. We end up on pretty bad terms and she came to me twice to ask why i wanted to end this badly and each time i ran away. And hence school ended and we went to different schools for further studies.

It was somehow so abrupt and expected that I don't know where I stand right now. I feel guilty because it was my fault for ending it abruptly and each time i remember the crestfallen look on her face....

I want to reach out to her, say sorry and ask for her forgiveness because she didn't deserve it. But everytime I think of doing so, I'm reminded of what she did to my friends. It was really serious, I also feel guilty because I shouldn't have these feelings for her after what went down between them. I should stand rigidly beside my friends and I should hate her. I can't bring myself to hate her. Yeah, she didn't care for others like how I do, but she cared more than enough for me, she taught me things even what my parents neglected to tell me and i know her feelings for me were genuine no matter how she chose to show it. I'm so ashamed of myself. It is so selfish of me, honestly.

I don't know what to do? Should I reach out to her? Will she hate me? Will she make fun of me with her new friends? I really miss her, but sometimes I wonder if I only miss her because I crave that d/s dynamic from her that only she knew about. But then I miss her little notes in class where she wrote complicated poems to me, her random gift givings and i hate myself because I was never able to fully reciprocate what she did for me and somehow she didn't mind it. She used to come back from winning prizes from quizzes and Olympiads and would hand me the chocolates given as rewards and be like "for you." It was good while it had lasted.

My friends, me and her are all in different schools now. Two of my friends do go to the same school as her so i wonder if it would be right to message her.

Will it be selfish of me? Wanting something I shouldn't? And should I really message her? Is it ok? I don't know where i am going with this, it was really too abrupt. I had grown to depend on her and in these past 5 months, i can't coulnt how much I have thought of her.

I'm so sorry if this ended up wasting your time. Even if you don't end up responding, I feel a little lighter typing this all out. I really thank you for providing this space...this is the first time I am putting all my thoughts out and I don't feel too embarrassed to do so. Thank you.

Hey Nonnie!

Your greeting was perfect, and I appreciate it very much. Thank you.

I have a 17-year-old daughter who I'm very open with, so you are good. I'm also a mentor, though with that I'm a little bit more boxed in by rules. However, I feel that education should be tailored to fit the individual's intelligence and maturity. We have advanced classes for a reason, I don't know why we only apply that logic to classroom education.

This relationship is important to you. And years to come it will still shape you because whether we want to recognize it or not, the people who we interact with, especially friends, have a huge impact. I like to say that people are the paints that make up your unique painting. I felt this the most when thinking of names for my kids. I literally turned my nose up at many names because of remembered experiences. So when you think of it like that. Is it really that trivial.

Let me say that I'm super proud of you for recognizing your boundaries and finally standing up for them. However, your behavior afterward is deplorable. I'm just thankful that you see that. You're either friends with someone or you aren't. The excuses you gave for arms lengths means that you just shouldn't have reconciled because you weren't ready. However, you basically accepted the friendship and used it as an opportunity to get yours. Not cool. But it sounds you did some soul-searching and came to that epiphany yourself. Pretty impressive.

That said, leave her the fuck alone. You are addicted to the rush of BDSM and not mature enough for it. You apologize, you are gonna get drawn right back in. Just stop. Not to mention, apologizing to ease YOUR regret but with no solution and possibly more heartache is selfish of you. Sorry to be so blunt, but that's how I am.

I have a friend who is long from this earth. He murdered people. Yup, real life unalived several people. Other people hate him, and I don't blame them. I can fully recognize the awful things he did and know they are fully within their right to hate him. That said, he was there for me in a time when I was on the ground getting kicked at. I also understand more intimately than others how he became the way he did. So I don't hate him, but that doesn't mean that if I were alive, I'd be anywhere near him. Because I love myself enough to not put myself in those kinds of positions. I like Kinnporshe and Lita, but those are fictions, and we should recognize them as such. Boundaries must be much harder than what they portray.

You don't have to hate your friend. Emotions are too complex to make either gray or black. You have different experiences with your friend to shape your emotions that your other friends don't have. Not hating her doesn't mean you have to be friends with her, it just means you don't want to carry around that emotion. Love her and yourself enough to recognize that you two bring out the toxic in each other. Think of her, appreciate the good times you had, and when you happen to run into her, don't be an ass. Be authentic in your genuine happiness of seeing her, but don't push for a friendship. Be friendly associates, that occasionally see each other and don't hold animosity. Eventually, that will ease a part of you that's currently in turmoil. But let her go, for both you and her.

I would also take this time to develop yourself. You know yourself as a sub. And for other reading this and thinking of judging. You can ask all my friends on here, my daughter is the biggest brat and was born that way. I didn't push it on her, and I didn't even talk about BDSM until she was ready and started asking me questions. Because I would rather educate my child than someone else, we talked about it freely and openly. Her being a brat, just like her being a lesbian, is just her. All that to say, if you believe you're a sub. Take the time to learn yourself, by reading, not doing. Look at forums and read books. Learn your boundaries and be serious about them. That has to be done long before you even think of a D/s relationship.

Hope this was helpful. Wish you the best. 💜💜💜

[tiikerikani]

Maailma Pakkanen palaa!

(deep freeze returns!! and also burns!!)

10.2.2024 – Tullikamari (Pakkahuone), Tampere

We’re at peak (nadir?) cold snap and it’s like -20°C outside and I’m already loitering around there just shy of 7:00. I forewent my tradition of listening to Kauan beforehand/while in queue because a) I fear for earbud cables and batteries in these conditions, and b) I do it to get a chill down my spine and don’t need any help with that right now. Instead, I am singing under my breath to pass/keep track of time without having to look at a watch (see above re. batteries). It is surprisingly effective. It’s not like when I’m on the piano and time goes weird and I play everything too fast.

A taxi drops off a couple of women at maybe 7:05. They resemble but are not the Regular Groupies. They look around a little and walk away. The Superfans also show up a bit after that. They wave and go over to the supermarket to stay warm. Not the Regular Groupies return looking for the nearest bar. I’m not from here so I don’t know.

When Superfans come back (I think it’s 7:25 now), we go hang out by the door properly. After a few more people arrive (including the actual Regular Groupies), they shuffle me to the very front of the queue because I was here first. (ok.)

I can’t feel my toes. Is this worth losing my toes for?

Time feels like it’s passing extremely quickly while I’m in this queue. Before I know it it’s 7:55 and the queue goes as far as I can see out into the parking lot. I put away my hat and mittens and get my arms out of my coat so I’m ready to throw those off the moment the door opens.

Coat check was being fiddly with the card terminal so others got ahead of me in terms of getting into the room, not to mention that the bag checker was calling for backup at exactly the moment I walked into them, which set me back a little as well. But it’s fine, I got where I wanted to be.

They hadn’t even gotten the backdrop up yet!

By 8:45 my toes feel normal again. It's getting crowded in here. Yet again, the entire spring tour is sold out, so.

They don't play until 9:30.

I'm in my red tunic and have a new (Viking) dragon-shaped bead on my braid because it's Chinese New Year but not like anybody notices or cares (I don't even really celebrate, I just do some token gestures).

Somebody in the fanclub had shared last night's set list, so I had that already copied onto my arm to correct/adjust. (Ended up adding one song.)

They played (still) another arrangement of Intiaanit, which was... in basic rock song style. I didn't like it.

Huomenna kaduttaa and Valot eteiseen aren't songs I'm too familiar with — they clearly have their fans though. Songs about romance and parenthood are hard for me to relate to.

The person next to me was filming most of the songs and I really wanted to smack the phone out of her hand with a well-placed dramatic gesture but did not because she was nice and actually talked to me at some point earlier.

Markus used an acoustic bass instead of the cello this time. I wonder if it's because of the weather? Classical string instruments (and large ones at that) are probably more sensitive to temperature changes.

His beard is starting to go noticeably grey in the middle, and I've also started wondering about his bracelet. It doesn't look like a Fitbit, but he wears it everywhere.

I never thought they'd ever play Ei voittajaa again, and it made sense to put it as the first encore so they could reuse the old walk-on intro track. I still kind of remember the moves to my epic invisible sword dance but there's never quite the space to do it even in a more limited way. (Nobody cares to wonder why I was so much more animated during that song than any other...)

Teemu’s SO (Her Again!!) ("you're very... red today") says she was at the back of the room and there was still such a LONG queue to get in even as the show started that she missed the first 3 songs. When Teemu comes to join her, they try to find a way out of the place. He has all his stuff, but she needs to get hers from the coat check. There is a massive bottleneck at the stairs going back down there. The couple go talk to somebody at a side door and eventually they disappear backstage to use the loading door I guess.

It’s over 30 minutes before it felt like the coat check mob started moving at a decent pace. Turns out they were letting people down the stairs in controlled groups. They really wanted us out of there since there was a new queue outside of younger people waiting to get IN for, I don’t know, Saturday night disco? That’s a thing at rock clubs here.

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In a radio interview a couple of weeks ago, Senpai said that he really likes meeting fans (and that some tell him a lot about themselves — sorry :D I'm surely not alone but maybe the only one who does so in longhand) but there's just too many of them now and he'd be there all night. So there you have it from him.

Heini, Jepa, and Hannah were backing singers at UMK (where the Eurovision entry is selected) which was on at the same time literally 600 metres away, at the arena. I bet they met up with the band and hung out together afterward.

Completely off-topic side note: I'm sad that the very comfy (and very broken) couch at my friend's place is going to get replaced. It's awful for sitting on, but I sleep better on it than in my own bed, so it's something I look forward to whenever I visit.

Maailma palaa

Kohti sydänpeltoja

Intiaanit

Huomenna kaduttaa

Ilman mua

Tummilla teillä

Faija käyttää napapaitaa

Samaan mutkaan kaatunut

Exodus

Valot eteiseen

Kiljut riemusta

Reppana

Faarao

Kolme hyvää vinkkiä

Kanto

Onnellinen mies

Hetken ikuinen

// Ei voittajaa

// Kukaan ei koskaan

// Arlandan portailla

[Concert write-up archive and master calendar]

[nawoken]

Caught in the middle of the storm?

EY~ I finally got enough courage to actually write a proper post, despite my poor English :'D

The reason is simple. Every once in a while, I will get caught up in some thing new, or different. New games, stories, fandoms... And this time, it's "Twisted-Wonderland" :"))))

I used to play this game before but got bored of it pretty quick because I wasn't familliar its gameplay. But now, I'm back... and I totally into it this time (Until I got stuck at Chapter 6). :)

Normally, I will just stalk other writer and happy with it. Until a few day ago I got a dream and I kinda want to share it.

Basically, the dream was me and some of the boys were going on a cruise. Quite fun and all until a big storm hit. Everything became shaky and wobbly, I was staying in my room, being calm while... the boys... THE BOYS rolled or slid around since they couldn't stand on their feet.

Well, they should grab onto something, but, starting with Kalim, who tried to barge into my room because he is worried about me like a sweet boy he is (TvT). But, dear, you should worry about yourself first. The yacht tilted to the left at that time and Kalim sliped, fell to the floor and slid along the corridor... Then Jamil came to aid him have the same outcome. :)))

At some point, I could actually grab and drag them in my room, with Jack's help. There was chaos outside with people trying to hold on their dear life. I woke up after that and don't remember much but I do remember seeing Riddle... hold onto a mast with a pale face.

That's all. Every time I joined a fandom or interested in some thing, I will have various ideas for them. But I'm too shy to share or implement them. At least this time I can tell everyone about this.

[jerirose]

So today was another mentally taxing day, but it was slightly better than yesterday and this evening I feel my mood has definitely lifted - not completely out of the clear but the sun is breaking through cracks in the clouds.

But some interesting things happened today! Que this little lady! I was peacefully procrastinating my painting, playing BOTW when I see something walk past my door out of the corner of my eye. And this little girl is walking, tail between her legs, shivering, looking like a drowned rat (there was a hailstorm going on at the time). She's timid, shy and definitely frightened but not aggressive, I slowly get her to come to me and carried her inside (because Oscar was sleeping by the door and I didn't know how she'd react to a cat, so I carried her over him).

We get a lot of dogs wondering into our garden, I really don't know why? Everytime someone's dog gets out, they find their way here. It's happened multiple times so it's nothing new to me. Sure.. our cats are both two strays that found their way here and they decided to stay.

Anyways, we sat on the sofa as I dried her off and she full on cuddled into me (it was the cutest thing ever)

Once she was dried off, my dad and I drove around the area asking anyone if they knew who she belonged too (she had no collar). We live in the middle of nowhere, each house a 5-10 minute walk from each other (if not more - some are farm houses with long driveways) so the poor little lass must have come from somewhere near us! We drove around for an hour, no one had seen her before. Which is odd, because everyone knows everyone here and someone must have seen her at some point?! But nope, no one had a clue who this little lady belonged too.

We brought her back home, enough people were aware that we had her and if anyone came looking, they'd know where to find her. She was starting to get stressed out in the car (cause it started hailing again and she really didn't like the sound).

She was completely fine around the cats and completely fine around Pumba too! And Pumba's not very smart a socializing with dogs, he gets very hyper and curious and annoying around them 😅 but she handled him so well and eventually he settled down (was very proud of him, cause it didn't take too long!)

But she either wanted to be on my lap or she sat under my desk.

Where she eventually managed to fall asleep 🥺 and Pumba fell asleep in his bed. They spent the afternoon sleeping.

Some time later, a few hours or so the door bell rings and woo!! The owner has been located! So she's now back home with her family 🥰 she was sooooo lovely and sweet and cuddly, just a bundle of love. It's really common for country side dogs to be abandoned so I'm glad it wasn't a situation like that!

The wildest part of this whole story... Her name. Spider. Not a common name for a dog, right? Who names their dog Spider?

My mum's nickname was Spider....

[missimformation]

Moving Mountains: The Arrival

"You are the sweetest, cutest thing I've ever met!" Izzy exclaimed, reaching down to pet a tiny, yellow-furred puppy. On the sidewalk in front of Izzy's home, the two engaged in pats, puppy kisses, belly rubs, and hugs. "You're about to go on your very first vacation! One of the most iconic places in the world, in my opinion! And cold…" Izzy wasn't always a fan of the cold weather, but Mt. Komerebi was the exception. It was absolutely beautiful, like no other place she had ever seen before. "We get our own little cabin too." She had already packed her suitcases days prior because of her excitement. "Let's hope you and Yuri's new friend can get along…," she said, scooping the tiny ball of fur into her arms to wrap up her tasks before her and Ronnee headed to the airport.

After a few hours, Izzy decided she better put warm clothes on if they would be arriving in the dead of winter once they landed in Mt. Komerebi. She slipped into a cream colored long sleeve, cropped sweater and black skinny jeans with rips in them... Not exactly the warmest, but Izzy would bear the chill to stay fashionable. She threw on a matching scarf at the same time as her phone dinged to alert her that she received a text. It was from Ronnee: "Heading over, got my suitcases already packed in the car. I'll load yours up too." Izzy didn't have a chance to respond because she heard Ronnee's car door shut and a warning knock on the front door soon after.

"I'm coming in!" hollered Ronnee, announcing her arrival. Izzy rolled her eyes, "You don't have to alert the entire street. It's not like I'm going to be walking around the house naked," she laughed. "Well, knowing you it wouldn't be surprising." Ronnee stated playfully. Although Ronnee was in the military, and had showered in front of many people, changed clothes in front of more women than she could count, she was still a private person. She preferred to not walk in on somebody in the middle of clothing themselves, or unclothing; just as she would much rather not doing the same in front of others. "Well, there's the new little addition to the club!" Ronnee kneeled down to reach out her hand slowly after spotting the puppy peering up at her. "What's her name? Have you decided yet?" She asked, knowing Izzy was indecisive on a name for the female pup. Izzy rubbed her chin slightly, looking up as though thinking, "I think I'm going to name her Zoey… with a Y," She continued, "mostly because it's four letters… my name is four letters…"Ronnee chuckled at Izzy's thought process, reaching into her pocket for a dog treat she had bought to have on hand when she got a chance to finally meet Zoey. She extended her arm back down to Zoey, kneeling to get closer and this time had a treat. "She certainly isn't too shy, I see," Ronnee acknowledged. "Not if you have treats, she's not." Izzy watched the introduction, snapping pictures with her phone to upload to her Simstagram.

The two friends killed some time watching TV, playing with Zoey, having their usual conversations as the sky steadily grew darker. Ronnee finished up her cup of coffee, offering to take Izzy's to the sink to wash out. "Are you about ready? I'm going to load these suitcases into the car, "Ronnee said, knowing Izzy would have her hands full carrying the pup and all her necessities, with a crate. "Yep, here we go!" Izzy exclaimed shakily, her adrenaline pumping just from the excitement of going onto the airplane and heading to the mountains. Something felt different about this vacation, and she couldn't decipher if it was good… or bad.

The mountain was waiting for them...

Gshade by @ellcrze

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