#TODAY A GIRL TOLD ME I LOOKED GOOD AND I WAS GONNA EXPLODE

[justvored]

Ok, in my old school, I was like, really confident and proud of myself, because I really didn't care about the opinion of people from there.

But in this school, I feel so nervous around all the girls, they are all so pretty and tall and smart, and kind, and- I think you get it. I feel so little next to them, not in some bad way, but I get way more nervous and shy with them, with boys I really don't care, they all look like street dogs tbh, but with GIRLS is like BJSHFJADHHZHAAHHFHSHZBAHDHD

[waitimcomingtoo]

I’ll Cry If I Want To

Pairing: enemies to lovers!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Synopsis: you get stood up on your birthday and Peter attempts to cheer you up despite your feud

Masterlist

Peter walked into the kitchen in the tower and was immediately greeted by a confetti popper exploding in his face followed by a tender kiss on the forehead from Tony.

“Oh, my. Good morning to me.” Peter smiled at the greeting.

“Damn it, Parker.” Tony groaned. “I thought you were my little girl.”

“Don’t feel bad, daddy. A lot of people confuse Peter for a little girl.” You said as you walked into the kitchen behind Peter. The two of you made eye contact and you gave him an innocent smile while he rolled his eyes at you.

“Ha ha.“ He said sarcastically and then hissed at you like a cat. You gave him a look as you walked over to your dad.

“Happy birthday, baby girl.” Tony said and pulled you into a long hug.

“Thank you, daddy.” You smiled and hugged him back.

“Thank you, daddy.” Peter said in a high pitched voice to mock you. You and Tony looked at him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Sorry. What I meant to say was, happy birthday. I didn’t know that was today. I mean, I’d been wondering why you looked so old but I assumed it was from your lack of sunscreen use.”

“Nice try. I wear sunscreen everyday.” You replied.

“Really?” He gasped. “Might want to up that SPF a few. You look like a crumbled piece of paper and not in a fun Taylor Swift way.”

“Don’t talk to me about skincare, Rudolf.” You snapped and tapped your nose twice to point out the zit on the tip of Peter nose. He covered it with his hand and narrowed his eyes at you.

“Children, please. No fighting. It stops my moisturizer from sinking in.” Tony sighed and rubbed circles into his skin.

“Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to make sure Peter knew about the giant pimple on his nose in case he was going to see anyone today.” You said as you smiled sweetly at Peter. He discreetly flipped you off by scratching his cheek with his middle finger.

“Any plans for the night, jelly bean?” Tony asked you.

“Nothing crazy. My friends are coming over later for a sleepover.”

“Oh God. Is this gonna be one of those crazy parties where you all get drunk and things get out of hand and you accidentally kill someone and have to dispose of the body together while hijixs ensues?” Peter. whined.

“No, because this isn’t one of the pornos you watch.” You scoffed.

“Pfft. That is not what I watch.” He insisted. “Where would I even find something like that? What would I even type? I’m open to suggestions.”

“Shut up.” You laughed. “You’re such a weirdo. And don’t be hanging around when my friends are here. I already told them you’re a pervert and on the FBI watch list so you don’t have a chance with any of them.”

“I don’t want to date your freakbob friends anyway.” He scoffed. “And to keep it down tonight, will you? I already wake up the birds chirping every morning. I don’t want to hear you birds all night too.”

“I actually came up with a solution for that. What if you killed yourself?” You asked through a smile.

“That’s a great idea. I might give that a whirl today if I’m not busy.” He replied and matched your smile.

“You? Busy?” You laughed. “Please. Busy doing what?”

“Peter and I are gonna be in the lab doing boring stuff with the suits. Adjustments, additions, and what have you.” Tony answered you.

“Oh. Okay. Do you need any help?” You asked.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that on your birthday, baby girl. Peters got it.” Tony replied, making your smile falter a little.

“Yeah. I’ve got it.” Peter boasted and gave you a smug look. You glared at him for a moment before looking back at your dad.

“I’ll catch you later for some cake, okay honey bun?” Tony told you before kissing your forehead.

“Okay. Bye. Have fun.” You smiled sadly as he left the room.

“You look greasy, by the way.” Peter said once you were alone.

“Like I care what you think. Even your hairline won’t stay with you.” You scoffed and nodded towards his forehead.

“It’s not actually receding, is it?” He asked and touched his hair.

“Maybe your forehead is just getting bigger.” You shrugged and popped a grape in your mouth from the bowl on the table.

“Bite me.” He replied and stopped touching his hair.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You chuckled. “Isn’t that how you got your powers, spider boy?”

“Yup. What do you think would happen if you bite me? Would I be able to a do anything a total bitch can?” He wondered, making you pelt a grape at him. He caught it with ease and popped it into his mouth.

“Watch your mouth before I bring out the peppermint essential oils again.” You warned him.

“You wouldn’t.” He said quietly.

“Try me.” You shrugged. You stared at each other across the kitchen for a moment before Peter gave up.

“You win. Here’s your card. Happy birthday, gaylord.” He said as he handed you a homemade birthday card from his jeans pocket before quickly running out of the room. You rolled your eyes at him but smiled once he was gone and read the card. As annoying as you normally found him, you appreciated that he remembered your birthday. Inside the card was a crude drawing of the two of you fighting next to a drawing of a gift card to Planet Fitness.

Peter strolled into your bedroom around 10 pm when he had grown curious as to why your friends weren’t there yet. It was getting kind of late and you had listed many activities that you had planned to do while Peter begrudgingly listened to you talk earlier in the day. You were still in your room by yourself so he went in and knocked on your door to see what was happening.

“Hey dingus. When are your dumb friends getting here? I need to know when I should jam my ears with scissors.” Peter said as he leaned against your doorway. You were sitting on your bed with your knees draw to your chest and your chin resting on top of them as you stared out the window.

“Do that anyway.” You mumbled and didn’t move from your position.

“I’m going to. I can’t listen to you all yap about when Reputation TV is coming all night. And your friend Stacy’s theories are always way off.” He continued. You still didn’t turn to look at him and his smirk dropped when he heard a sniffle. He frowned and took a step into your room.

“Hello? I knew you were dumb but did you forget how to turn your neck or something?” He said to try to make you laugh. You stayed still and he craned his neck to try to see your face.

“Seriously though, when are they coming?”

“They’re not coming.” You said finally in a horse voice.

“Why? What happened? Did they finally realize you’re an annoying brat whose only redeeming quality is access to daddy’s credit card?” Peter teased in another attempt to make you laugh.

“Something like that.” You mumbled. Peter frowned and finally realized that something was actually wrong. He sat down on your bed and reached his hand out.

“Whats going on? Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Just go away.” You said sadly and wiped tears from your face. Peter shot a web at a tissue box on your dresser and pulled it over.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what happened.” He said and handed you a tissue. You gave him a skeptical look and he held up one hand in defense while waving the tissue in the other like a white flag. You sighed and took the tissue before wiping your eyes.

“They found out it wasn’t a yacht party or at some fancy restaurant or some elitist club in Tribeca so they all cancelled.“ You said as you nervously ripped the tissue up in your hands.

“They cancelled? Why?”

“Because no one wants to come to my party. They want to come to a Stark Industries party with puppies in the gift bags and acrobats suspended from the ceiling and Avengers walking around like party clowns. Just hanging out with me wasn’t cool enough so they all bailed.” You sniffled and turned back to look out the window. Peter raised his hand to place it on your shoulder but then drew it back. He didn’t know if he was who you’d want to comfort you and he didn’t want to push it.

“I’m sorry.” He said instead.

“Like you care.” You laughed sadly and held your knees tighter to your chest.

“I do care.” He insisted. “And I’m very sorry this happened to you tonight.”

“No you’re not.” You scoffed. “You’re probably thrilled to see me like this. This is probably the greatest moment of your dumb life.”

“It’s not.” He said quietly. You finally whipped around to look at Peter and he saw the pain in your red eyes.

“It’s not? Look at me, Peter. I’m pathetic. I’m alone on my birthday because I wasn’t good enough for anyone to hang out with.” You exclaimed. Peter went quiet as you slowly caught your breath. You teased each other all the time but you’d never actually yelled at him before. You wiped your eyes with the tissue before staring at your hands.

“You were right.” You said quietly. “I am just a spoiled brat who people only like because of my connections. And I’m sure you’re anxiously waiting for me to shut up so you can say “I told you so” and prove to me once again that I’m always wrong.”

You and Peter sat in silence for a minute without looking at each other. Peter felt guilty that you were expecting him to kick you while you were down. You were feeling your own guilt for snapping at him when he was trying to be nice.

“I’m not gonna say that.” He said after a beat.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Just go away.” You said miserably and turned back to the window. Peter opened his mouth to say something but shut it when he couldn’t find the words. He patted your shoulder twice before getting up and leaving your room. You turned to look at the door once he was gone and felt yourself missing his presence. You turned back to the window and stared out at the night sky through your teary eyes and let time pass.

After a while, you started to smell something. You sniffed the air until you recognized it as the scent of a something burning. Out of sheer curiosity, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and padded into the kitchen. You found Peter in the kitchen with a lace trimmed pink apron tied around his waist and flour smeared on his cheek. You smiled in surprise and leaned against the wall to watch him for a minute. He was humming to himself a song you didn’t recognize while scrapping a burnt black lump of something into the trash can. When he finally turned around, he jumped when he saw you.

“Jesus. You scared me. But I guess I should’ve known the smell of something baking would have your big back running to the kitchen like I hit the bat signal.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled. “What are you doing in here?”

“Well, your parents went to a movie since they thought your friends would be here. That means no ones home.” Peter began.

“And?” You asked.

“And so I thought we could fulfill a lifelong fantasy of mine and making sweet love to you on the kitchen counter.” He smiled suavely and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Excuse me?” Your jaw dropped as he drummed his fingertips on the counter.

“I’m joking. I’m clearly baking a bake. Or, I tried. I guess 500 degrees was too hot.” He said and looked at the burnt cake in the trash.

“Yeah, that’s a few hundred above what it should be. But why are you baking? We have a chef for that.”

“Because it’s your birthday you miserable bitch. And everyone deserves a cake baked with love. Now do you prefer chocolate or vanilla frosting on your burnt cake?” He asked and held up two cans of frosting. You looked between the two before your eyes settled on him. You hugged your blanket tighter around yourself and shook your head.

“I don’t want your pity.” You said quietly.

“You don’t have it so shut up and grab a spatula before I rescind your choice in the matter and funfetti the fuck out of this cake.” He replied and held out a spatula. You stared at it and felt compelled to take it and join him, but you were still throwing yourself a pity party.

“No.”

“No? Look, I’m trying to cheer your dumb ass up so can you please work with me here?” Peter sighed and looked at you. You stared at him for a while before cracking the slightest smile. He noticed the smile and knew he had succeeded in his plan to cheer you up.

“Fine. But I’m not eating that. That’s what Santa puts in the bad kids stockings. We’ll make a new one. But I’m not touching raw eggs.” You told him and grabbed your dad’s matching pink apron from the drawer.

“I wouldn’t expect you to, Princess.” Peter mumbled under his breath. You glared at him through your lashes as you threw some flour and sugar into a bowl. Peter went to put the butter in but you pushed his hand away.

“It can’t be cold butter or it won’t mix properly. It has to be room temperature.” You explained as you filled a measuring cup with water.

“Oh. Let’s pop it in the microwave then.”

“We can’t do that either. Then the hot butter will scramble the eggs. Do you want little egg bits in your cake?” You asked him as you microwaved the cup of water for a minute.

“Maybe just a little.” Peter replied as he watched you put the butter into a small bowl and then place the bowl on top of the microwaved water.

“There. This will soften the butter without making it hot enough to scramble the eggs.” You explained. He looked between your little invention and you for a minute before smiling.

“Wow. That was really smart.” He said genuinely. “Women really do belong in the kitchen.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes as you set the temperature to the correct heat on the oven. Peter couldn’t help but watch you over his shoulder as you combined the rest of the dry ingredients and expertly cracked an egg in one hand. He rarely got to see you like this, no makeup and in lounge clothes. And he definitely never saw you upset before. He was used to the perfectly groomed and standoffish version of yourself so this change of pace brought him unexpected joy.

“Move over. That’s not how you mix batter. You need to fold it.” You told him and reminded him of the you he knew. You bumped him with your hip and put your hands over his to help him fold the batter.

“Like laundry?” He asked as his cheeks heated up.

“Like you know what laundry is, Pigpen. And no. A different folding. Like this.” You said and helped him mix the batter until it was the desired consistency.

“Oh wow. That worked really well. I usually just go sicko mode until it turns into goop.” He confessed.

“And how does that work out for you?” You asked him.

“Look in the trash and you’ll find out.” Peter replied and eyed the burnt cake in the garbage can. You playfully rolled your eyes at him and kept helping him fold the batter. Everytime he tried to stir the batter, you gently corrected his hands to fold it instead.

“Why don’t you just do it?” He asked when he started getting frustrated with himself.

“Because you won’t learn if I do it.” You replied in a softer tone. Peter went quiet since you were being unexpectedly nice to him. You let the batter sit for minute once you were satisfied and then poured in into a cake pan.

“There. Thats gonna take about 30 minutes to bake and then it needs to cool before we frost it.” You told him as you shut the oven door.

“Oh, so we have 30 minutes? Then circling back to that making love on the counter idea-“

“Shut it.” You warned him. Peter pretended to zipper his lips and throw away the key. You cracked a smile before starting to clean up the kitchen. Peter wordlessly helped you tidy up and you exchanged a soft smile with each other in the silence of the kitchen.

“What was your worst birthday?” You asked after a long beat of silence.

“Are you talking to me?” Peter asked after looking around.

“Peter, we’re the only ones in the room.”

“Sorry. It’s not like you’ve ever asked me a personal question before. It’s usually “are you stupid?” or “can you go away?” or “do you need a tampon cry baby?” He recalled, making you feel bad for always being so mean to him.

“Oh. Sorry about that.” You said quietly. “I sound a lot meaner than I thought I was.”

“I’m mean too.” Peter shrugged.

“You tease me.” You shook your head. “I’m just cruel.”

“I think we are an equal amount of mean to each other. Don’t let it keep you up at night. I’m sure your chronic yeast infections do that enough.” Peter tried to lighten the mood, but you didn’t crack a smile. You seemed faraway in thought and he was curious as to why.

“Do you think I’m hard to be around?” You asked after a minute. Peter was about to crack another joke until he saw the look on your face. He could tell you needed a friend right now and was filled with determination to be one.

“No. I think those girls you called your “friends” are hard to be around.” He said seriously. “I’ve seen you with them. They’re the mean ones. Them bailing tonight has nothing to do with you. They’re a bunch of shallow jerks who only care about the material things in life. They don’t care about having deep connections with people. They only care about deep pockets on people. I know this isn’t the first time they’ve ditched you. And I know you feel alone even when they are here because you’re never fully included. You think no one notices because you tell stories about your charming adventures together but I see it in your eyes. They make you feel like an afterthought. You act tough and pretend it doesn’t bother you but I know that it does. You shouldn’t hang out with them anymore.”

“Then who am I going to hang out with?” You shrugged sadly. “Without them, I don’t have any friends.”

“Sitting alone is better than sitting at a table where you’re the topic of conversation when you get up.” Peter said simply. You stared at him for a moment before your eyes fell to the floor.

“I just don’t want to be alone.” You said quietly. Peter nodded his head in understanding and let a silence fall between the two of for a while. He was going to say that you wouldn’t be alone because you’d have him, but he didn’t know if you wanted to hear that.

“Can I ask you something?” He asked.

“No.” You said immediately. You made eye contact and you let out a sigh.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“Why don’t you like me?” He asked without looking into our eyes. You saw that coming and stared at him to try and get a sense of what was going on in his head. He slowly looked back up at you and gave you a weak smile.

“Do you remember that time the power went out in the city due to that Max guy or whatever and we all lit candles and hung out in the tower?”

“Uh oh.” Peter gulped. “You answered my question with another question. That can’t be good.”

“Shut up. Do you remember or not?” You asked and gently kicked his foot with your foot.

“I remember that.” He told you and held your gaze.

“You were new around here. You had just gotten your powers that year so I didn’t really know you yet. I had gone to look for more candles and found you crying on the floor of the linen closet.

“I remember that.” He nodded. “It was all so overwhelming to be here with the whole team. I had never felt so small.”

“I know. I told you I felt like that too sometimes. And then we stayed up for hours talking about every stupid thing we ever worried about and gave each other advice. I think at one point I gave you advice on how much conditioner to use.” You said as you replayed the night in your memory. You had a look on your face that Peter had never seen on you before. It was natural and relaxed and playful, all things he knew to be the opposite of you. It was so rare that the two of you were getting along and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin in.

“A dime sized amount and not on the roots. I still use that advice.” He chuckled. “You were so nice to me that night. You came in and pretended I wasn’t crying so that I wouldn’t be embarrassed. You just sat down with me and started talking ad if we’d always been friends. You quieted all my fears that night. I was initially so embarrassed about it but then I felt a lot better knowing someone had my back no matter how bad I messed up.”

“I always had your back.” You insisted. “Even when I was mean to you. If you were in trouble with my dad, I was always here talking him down and trying to get him to see your side. He sees you through the lense of his child that he doesn’t want hurt but I’ve always seen you as a hero who wants to help. I even got him to give you the suit back when you were 15. And it was my idea to put the warmers in because you told me you’re always cold.”

“Really? You were rooting for me this whole time?” He cracked a smile in surprise.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Always.”

“Then how come you act like…” Peter trailed off in fear of insulting you.

“Like what?” You asked, sounding like you already knew what was coming.

“Like you hate me.” He admitted. You felt your face burn in embarrassment and shook your head.

“I don’t hate you.” You said sheepishly.

“You don’t?” He asked in genuine surprise. You looked at him and he could see the guilt in your eyes even in the dim light of the kitchen.

“No. I don’t. I never did.”

“Then how come we don’t get along anymore?” He asked. He had only gone along with all the teasing since you began it, but he had always wondered why it started.

“One of the things we had talked about that night was how my one regret about being homeschooled was never getting to experience a prom. I told you had dreamed of it since I was a little girl and it broke my heart to know I’d never have one. So then you said…” You trailed off, thinking he’d remember what he told you. His face showed no sign of remembering it but he racked his brain anyway.

“I said what?” He asked, breaking your heart just a little more.

“You promised to take me. To yours.” You told him. You and Peter stood in silence for a moment before he burst out laughing. Your sadness immediately hardened into anger at the sound of him laughing at you.

“Wait, you’ve been pissy towards me for the last few years because I broke a promise I made at 15 years old and didn’t take you to a stupid school dance?” Peter asked through a laugh. You glared at him for his reaction and he immediately stopped when he noticed you weren’t laughing too.

“Oh. We’re not laughing?” He asked.

“Why is that funny to you?” You snapped. Peter saw the moment slipping away from him and started to panic.

“Well I was- I was a kid.” He said simply. “I had a huge crush on this girl Liz and we were finally becoming friends so I asked her and she said yes. That was years after I promised you that. I’m sorry but I didn’t remember.”

Peter thought you were going to yell at him and hurl a parade of insults his way, but you just nodded your head and looked down at the ground.

“You’re right. We were just kids. Forget I said anything.” You mumbled and started walking towards the door to leave. Peter knew he had messed up big time and possibly just killed any and all chances of the two of you becoming friends.

“Wait.” He said desperately just as the kitchen timer went off. You stopped walking and watched him haphazardly take the cake out of the oven and throw it in the stove top as he blew on it.

“You should stay. We have to frost it.” He said with a weak smile and an even weaker attempt for you for stay.

“You can’t frost it while it’s hot. It’ll slip right off.” You said without looking at him.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. Well then do you want to talk some more or-“

“I have to go.” You cut him off and swiftly left the kitchen.

You went back to your room to resume the pouting you had started earlier. You felt guilty about walking out on Peter but it had hurt you to know that a promise that had meant a lot to you didn’t even stay in his memory. You stared out the window and sulked as you thought yourself into a deep rut. It didn’t take long for Peter to start making noise in the kitchen, interrupting your thought spiral. You heard things falling out of cabinets followed by Peter swearing. He bumbled around for a while and slowly drove you crazy with all the noise he was making until you couldn’t take it anymore. Just when you were about to text him and tell him the knock it off, you heard the dulcet sounds of “The Dancing Queen” coming from downstairs. You groaned in frustration and got out of bed to go downstairs and see what was happening.

When you got to the living room, Peter was standing there in one of your dad’s suits that hugged him a little too tightly around his muscles. The room looked like it had been decorated by a child with poorly hung streamers, ripped up construction paper to act as confetti, and bunches of webs that Peter had tried to shape into stars and moons. He had dimmed the lights and put a single bowl of chips on the counter, which he proudly stood beside.

“What the hell is this?” You asked him.

“Will you go to prom with me?” He asked with a huge smile.

“No.” You said immediately. “Please kill yourself.”

“I will.” He promised. “After one dance.”

“I’m not dancing with you. I’m not doing any of this.” You told him and turned to leave. You heard a “pst” right before feeling a web hit your back. Before you knew it, Peter tugged on the web and sent you stumbling back into Peter’s arms. He caught you with ease and winked when you landed in his arms. You rolled your eyes at him but felt a smile tugged at your lips.

“Please? Just one dance? Then I’ll let you go and hate me for the rest of your life.” He pleaded as he stared into your eyes. He looked so desperate that you found yourself nodding before you knew what you were agreeing to. He smiled in excitement and twirled you around before slowly swaying to the beat. You begrudgingly sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck while his stayed in a respectable place on your hips. You could feel his eyes on you but you kept yours on the ceiling.

“You can look at me, you know.” He teased, making you begrudgingly look him in the eyes.

“Oh. I almost forgot.” He smiled and pulled something out of his pocket. You looked down and saw a few poorly drawn flowers webbed to a rubber band.

“Your corsage, my lady.” He said as he slipped it onto your wrist.

“This is so stupid.” You laughed but secretly loved the thought he put into everything.

“It’s about to get even more stupid. Wait here.” He asked and quickly ran into the kitchen. He returned with one of Morgan’s plastic tiaras with a big fake gem in the center.

“Every prom needs its queen.” He said as he placed the crown on your head. You made eye contact as he stepped forward to adjust it and you felt your breath catch in your throat from how close he was.

“You didn’t have to do this.” You said quietly.

“Yes I did. I owed you a prom experience. I’m sorry I didn’t take you the first time. And I’m sorry for laughing at you. You just caught me off guard. I have spent many nights thinking of all the things I could have done to make you hate me. I genuinely forgot about that promise. I had no idea this entire time that you hated me because of prom.” He said as the two of you started swaying to the music again. You felt a feeling rise up in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt for Peter in many years.

“It wasn’t just the prom.” You admitted before you could think about it.

“It wasn’t? What else did I do? Did I hotbox the elevator with you in it or something?” He asked. “I did that to Wanda once and now she’ll show up in my dreams sometimes and make me pee the bed.”

“That’s disgusting.” You said flatly. “But no. It wasn’t that.”

“Then what?” He wondered.

“It’s stupid. You’ll just laugh again.”

“No I won’t.” He assured you. “Probably. I’ll definitely try really hard not to.

“Come on. Please tell me.” He pleaded and gave your hip a gentle squeeze. “You have to tell me now or I’ll become so annoying so quickly. I’ll be worse than those people who try to describe SNL skits to you and keep explaining even when it’s clearly only funny if you’re watching it.”

“I can’t tell you. It’s dumb anyway. Forget I said anything.” You said and hoped he’d drop it.

“It can’t be that dumb if it stood between us all these years. What, did you have a crush on me or something?” He laughed through his question. You went quiet and Peters eyes went wide.

“Oh shit. Did you have a crush on me?” He asked in a soft voice. You looked down at the ground to avoid having to look him in the eyes now that you were caught.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “You were my age and had these cool powers and muscles and unexpected sense of humor. I was homeschooled and had swiped to the end of Tinder. You were my only option.”

“Oh. I see. So you only liked me because I was the only choice?” He said through a laugh but it hurt him. You could sense in his voice that you had just hurt his feelings and for once, that wasn’t what you wanted.

“I mean, not the only choice.” You added. “Cap used to hang around a lot more and he’s not the worst looking. But he’s like 500 so I never really had a chance.”

“Why me, then?” He wondered. You finally looked in to his eyes and shrugged a little.

“Because you were kind.” You admitted. “You didn’t need to take on as much as what you did at such a young age but you refused to do the easy stuff. You used to drive my dad crazy with how for you begged for assignments. You were so determined to get out there and save people, it was almost obnoxious. You were never content getting back stolen bikes. You always wanted to protect people from the big things. Even when you were just a kid. I liked that about you. I still do.”

“Still?” He gulped. “Even now?”

Before you could respond, the slow music that was playing ended and “Munch” started to blast from Peter phone. He scrambled to change the song but the moment had already been ruined.

“Sorry about that. I don’t know who put that on my playlist.” He quickly lied.

“It was you.”

“It was me, yeah.” He admitted and hung his head in shame. You stopped dancing and slowly withdrew your arms from him, making his heart sink.

“This was really sweet. Thank you, Peter.” You said genuinely. “I should probably get to bed now. I just want this day to end.”

“But we haven’t frosted the cake yet. It’s still your birthday. You can’t go to bed without any cake.” He said in a desperate attempt to get you to stay.

“I don’t know. It’s late.”

“Come on. It’ll be fast. That’s one of my powers. Spider can frost cake really fast and so can I.” He said and rushed over to the cake. He held it up and gave you a lopsided smile, convincing you to stay.

“Fine. Let’s make it fast.” You agreed and walked over to him. He smiled at you joining him and got out the frosting. He handed you a spatula and you started to frost the cake.

“You don’t have to keep wearing that if you don’t want.” Peter chuckled and went to take your crown off. You quickly swatted his hand and adjusted your crown.

“Back off. It’s mine.” You said and stepped away from him. He chuckled again and you laughed too.

“I really do appreciate everything you did for me tonight. I hope I can make it up to you one day.” You told him.

“You can make it up to me right now if we clear off this counter top and-“

“No.” You cut him off.

“Worth a try.” He mumbled.

“Really, though. You cheered me up tonight and I didn’t think that was possible.”

“In a way, I’m glad your stupid friends cancelled on you. It gave us an opportunity to spend time together. And this was the least I could do for not taking you to my real prom. Which was total buns, by the way. I missed most of it because I was putting my dates dad in jail.”

“Well I’m glad that didn’t happen tonight.” You laughed softly.

“Me either. I wish I took you to the first one. We could have been friends this whole time if I had just remembered my promise.” He sighed.

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago. I’m done moping about it. I’m ready to eat this cake and be friends from now on.”

“I’m ready for that too.” He smiled at you. “Especially the part about us being friends. But also for this cake because it’s kinda giving me a boner from how good it smells.”

“It does smell really good. I can’t even blame your boner. But if that thing even looks at me you’re getting impromptu gender reassignment surgery with this spatula.”

“Ouch.” He chuckled and looked over at you. He didn’t stop looking at you until you felt his eyes on you.

“What?” You laughed shyly.

“I can’t believe you ever liked me. And that this whole time, I had no idea. I am so not cool enough for a girl like you to like.”

“Yeah, well. It wasn’t like I dropped any hints.”

“Maybe not. It just doesn’t feel real. I wouldn’t believe it even if you weren’t always mean to me. You reciprocating my feelings was not something I ever thought would happen.”

“Reciprocating? You liked me too?” You asked as your mouth went dry.

“Are you kidding? You’re my mentors insanely hot and totally off limits daughter. Of course I liked you. Not to mention you’re funny, smart, good with a screwdriver and the apparently my biggest supporter. Though you did it in secret. Make no mistake, birthday girl. I had the biggest crush on you for years. Even when you were being mean to me.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” You said quietly. You had your back to him as you washed your hands but you could feel his eyes on you. You peaked over your shoulder and sure enough, Peter’s eyes were locked on you. You gulped and turned back around when you heard him walking over to you.

“You know, as mean as your insults were, they were always clever. And you always looked good saying them. How could I not fall for you?” He said as he came up behind you. He was close enough that you could smell his cologne, along with a scent that was just distinctly Peter, making your heart pound in your ears. You turned around and leaned against the counter as you looked into his eyes.

“Well how do you feel now?” You asked with unwavering eye contact.

“I feel like those feelings never left.” He admitted. You had never heard such confidence in his voice and it was just the thing to tip the scales back in his favor.

“Hm. Interesting.” You shrugged and turned back around. It was almost like you could hear the disappointment in the air once you had your back to him again. You decided not to torture him forever and give in to what you both wanted.

“Peter?” You asked and looked over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah?”

“Clear the countertop.”

Tag List 🏷️

@thebookwormlife @imanativeofswlondondahling

@whatareyouhidingpeter @takenbyheartstrings

@imyourliquor-youremypoison @andreasworlsboring101

@peterparkoure

@justcallmehitgirl @jackiehollanderr

@emmamarshmellow @unbelievableholland

@sovereignparker @every-marveler-ever @undiadeestos @eridanuswave​ ​

@solarxmoonchild @canyouevencauseicant

@quaksonhehe @lovelessdagger

@thesuitelifeofafangirl @marshxx @nooneinvitedfascistbarbie

@maybemona

@alexxcorona113 @lethal-wisdom

@pandaxnienke

 @officialsimppage @itsemohours

@tomholland85

@olixerwxxd @leilanixx

@whereismytelephone @so-very-asleep

@spideyspeaches @hihiweezing

@mathletemadison  

@dhtomholland @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @prancerrparkerr

@hallecarey1 @adayasgeorgia @blackwidowisthebest @imawhoreforu

@ciarahollands

@nellabellaa @pinklxmonade @boogywoogywoogy

[logansargeantsbabymom]

GIRL YOUR NEW LEWIS STORY????? HELLO??? WHY ITS SO GOOD???PLS CONTINUE????

ask and you shall receive. ENJOYYYYYYY🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🎀🎀🎀🎀

ladies and gentlemen I present to you,

Pillowtalk

Lewis Hamilton x Fem!Reader

part 1 I

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Overstimulation, Light Slapping, Squirting,

F1 Masterlist

Follow my instagram account (THATS STRICTLY FOR THIS BLOG) for updates on when i post and fun stuff like that!

instagram

Once both Lewis and I found out that I was capable of squirting he’s been doing anything he can to get me to do it again.

He’s fucked me in so many positions trying to get me to squirt again. Missionary, Doggy, Cowgirl, Reserve Cowgirl, The Pretzel, I mean we’ve done it all and each orgasm wasn’t the one Lewis was hoping for.

“Lew, Puh-Please, I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sore” I whimpered against his lips, my thighs shaking with such force I looked like I was trying to win a twerk off.

“We’re not done until I pull another squirting orgasm from you darling” the look in Lewis’ eyes told me that he in fact was not lying and that he would actually stay here all night until he was able to pull another out of me.

We’d been in the Hot Seat position for the last almost 10 minutes and Lewis was hoping that this new position would be a game changer in terms of making me squirt again. The one hand that Lewis had resting flat against my stomach traveled down to my clit, rubbing harsh and fast circles around the already swollen and already overstimulated bud.

I honestly lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had today from the last 2 positions alone, imagine how many more Lewis is gonna pull out of me as he continues to to find what made me explode.

“You gonna tell me how I got you to squirt or are you really gonna make me fuck you every single way until I get that reaction again?”

I dont know how I did it, really, it just kinda happened. It couldn’t have been the overstimulation, I’ve been overstimulated I don’t know how many times in the last 45 minutes. Was it the handcuffs? Maybe, that had been the first time I’ve been handcuffed. Or was it the fact that I was helpless while Lewis provided himself his own pleasure?

“Mmm d’know”

“Or was it when I had you cuffed up and helpless?” a moan escapes past my lips “Do you want to try that again? Hmm, wanna get locked up again?” a breathless ‘yes’ escapes past my lips.

With that, Lewis recuffs my wrists to the handcuffs that he left hanging from the bed posts. A look of adoration and lust filled Lewis’ eyes as he stared at me. I was helpless, naked and aching for him. I watched as Lewis’ eyes raked my whole body before ultimately landing on my core and he watched as my pussy leaked for him in anticipation.

“I can see your pussy dripping for me. This must be what made you tick, you like being helpless” My pussy clenched around nothing. Something about his words did something to me. “I’m gonna eat you out again, okay princess” Lewis stared in my eyes, not moving a muscle until he got a response and my subtle nod was enough clarification for him.

Without warning Lewis licked a stripe up my slit, circling my clit before sliding down and into my whole. Lewis repeats this motion a few times before he places a soft kiss on my bud and stops. My hands instinctively go to push his head back down given that I was close to my 12th orgasm tonight, god knows how many more I can take before I actually die from pleasure.

“Don’t want me to stop, do you?” A muffled ‘no’ escapes my lips, the muffled noises I made quickly turned into a mess of moans as I feel 2 fingers insert me.

Lewis’ fingers are long and girthy enough to hurt for a second as they were thrusted into me. Lewis sets a decent pace as he leans up to kiss my lips

“Please, never stop. feels s’good” the second those words left my mouth Lewis did in fact stop. A whimper left my lips at the sudden loss of contact but Lewis quickly caught me up to speed on what was going on in his head.

“S’okay darling, I’m just grabbing some more stuff for us to have fun with.” I watched intently as he walked right back to the bed side table, opening the drawer pulling out a blindfold, vibrator and a cock ring. Walking back over to the bed Lewis quickly pulled the blindfold over my eyes, placing the cock ring on himself after setting it to a medium fast pace and placing the bigger vibrator on the highest setting, slowly placing light touches of my body with it as it send small electrical bolts all throughout my body.

Lewis first started off by placing the big vibrator against the skin under my collarbone and he watched as my body tensed at the feeling. He let it rest there for a second before slowly bringing it down to the valley between my breasts, slowly gliding it over one of my nipples while his mouth attached to the other, tongue circling around the bud of my nipple.

Having one of my senses taken from me meant that my others heightened. Lewis' touch sent me into a frenzy before losing my vision. Now? My god, I was gonna explode at any second due to the vibrating against my breasts. A pathetic string of moans and whimpers leave my lips as Lewis keeps sucking on my nipples, the hand that was previously circling the drags the vibrator down to my aching clit. The vibrations bringing me close to the orgasm Lewis left me hanging with and the way my body jolted, he knew I was close which prompted him to attack my pussy with his mouth.

Everything was too much for poor old oversensitive me. Too much pleasure, too much pain, my nerves were going into overdrive “Lewis, please. I’m gonna c-cum, fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” my body shook with my 13th orgasm. This time, it was the squirting orgasm Lewis was begging for. When I started squirting, something snapped inside Lewis and he opened his mouth that was already by my pussy. He collected my pussy juices before spitting out some and swallowing the rest.

“Fuck, Darling. You taste s’good. I love every bit of you, mmmm.” Lewis murmured as he continues to work me through this high. His lips attack my pussy again as he murmurs more things about how good I taste and how he could never get enough of me. My body shook as my legs encase his head between them.

Lewis’ mouth attacking my pussy was brief because after a few laps of his tongue on my already sensitive clit, he grabs my thighs that were trapping him and forced them open before aggressively thrusting his rock hard and aching cock in me.

My hands instinctively reach for the blindfold so I can see him as he relentlessly fucks my pussy at such a pace I was sure the whole neighborhood knew we were fucking. The bed moves inch by inch with each thrust and squeak of the bed.

At this point I had tears streaming down my face, I was losing my voice by how much I was screaming out his name and moaning in pleasure, my body was littered with so many hickeys it looked like I was found in a huge pile of snow and had major frostbite.

I can tell Lewis is getting close to his orgasm by the way his hips faltered and the grip he had on my waist.

“Mmm let me see your pretty face as you cum again.” his one hand goes to reach for the keys to undo my cuffs “you like my cock buried deep inside you, don’t you?”

The second my hands were set free, I ripped off the blindfold and my body reached behind his to pull him closer to me.

“Harder Lew, fuckkk I’m gonna cum. fuck fuck please i’m cumming.” I squirted again. Harder this time. Lewis only lasted a few more thrusts before he spilled his cum inside of my cunt.

“Fuckkkk, mmm you feel s’good. such a slut for me, my beautiful baby.” Lewis fucked me through both of our highs before he plopped his body down on mine as we both tried to catch our breath, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.

Lewis pulled out of me before he flipped me around so we were cuddling.

“goodnight beautiful, we have a LONG morning awaiting us”

taglist

@luckyladycreator2 @itsmiamalfoy @jeffs77 @ilivbullyingjeongin @forevercaffeinated-lee @daemyratwst @gulphulp @callsignwidow @f1wintermoon13 @teenwolf01 @victoriassecret101 @hiireadstuff @formulaal @kazza72584 @zabwlky1999

[xxyarsiaxx]

Imagine Elizabeth,Annie and ruby find out y/n has been sleeping with Rio

Beth,ruby, Annie and y/n were at a bar waiting with a duffel bag of full of cash. Annie began to notice something about y/n. She seems different.

"What?" Y/n asks as she notices Annie look at her with such a weird face. "What's up with your hair?" Annie says folding her arms in curiousness. Beth then looked at y/n and started to notice as well.

Y/n touched her hair defensively. "Nothing" she answered as she kept touching her hair. "Somethings going on" Beth said eyeing y/n. "Yeah it looks....fluffy" ruby trails off as she picks up her drink. "Bouncy even" Annie added as she picks up her drink.

"Uh I used shampoo. People use that ya know" y/n said with a sarcastic voice. "Okay" Annie said chuckling. "Shampoo" Ruby said looking at her friend amused. The girls then exchange a look as rio walks up to them.

"Yo" he greeted as they all looked up to see him pulling up a chair next to y/n. The girls look at the pair amused as y/n hands rio the duffel bag full of money. As it's happening they touch hands for a second longer than they would have to. The girls  suddenly watch nervously as rio starts going through the bag.

Y/n looks at the girls as they make eye contact with one another. Y/n sighed before talking again. "So what are you gonna do?" Y/n asked rio looking at him.

"Uh take care of it" rio says counting the money still before zipping up the duffel bag. "Buy off a cop or judge or something—" Ruby says but is cut off by rio. "You don't need to sweat the details".

"But how will we know if it worked?" Beth asked nervously. "If you don't get arrested, guess what it probably worked" he responded back making y/n roll her eyes.

"That's not a plan" y/n said making rio look at her. Rio then stood up, hoist the duffel bag on his shoulder and looks back at only y/n. There is a pregnant pause before rio speaks again.

"You trust me?" He asks making y/n look at him like he's crazy. "God no" y/n says while smiling. He grins at this and nods. "Good" he responded back. Suddenly they started staring at each-other for what felt like forever and suddenly y/n looked away. He gave the girls one last look and he left shocking the other girls.

Once he left the girls stares at y/n who is now drinking her wine. Y/n feels eyes on her so she looks up to find the the siblings still staring in shock.

"What?" Y/n asks. "Oh. My. God." Annie and Beth said in unison as ruby just looked confused. "What??" Y/n asks again looking at them confused.  "Uh I think you know" Annie says as y/n starts getting her stuff to leave.

Y/n starts rushing out while the siblings follow leaving ruby who is still confused. Going into the parking lot a curious Annie chases down a embarrassed y/n as she tries to run to her car. "Riddle me this y/n" Annie says as y/n is trying to get away from her.

"I don't know what your talking about" y/n says not even looking at the girls. "Picture if it was me. You would be so far up my ass right now about the responsible choice and keeping it in my pants—" Annie says but y/n cut her off. "Actually I would've told you to be careful. We all know the only person who would do that it your sister."

"She's your sister too y/n" Annie says making y/n stop infront of her car. "Look I'm not saying you don't deserve some but he's not just some dude. Why would you crap where you eat?!" Annie asks worried.

Ruby appears behind the siblings next to Beth. "What has gotten into you guys?"Ruby looks at the confused. "Oh I can tell you what's gotten into her" Beth says as she points at y/n. "Gang friend" Annie finishes making y/n roll her eyes for the hundredth time today.

Ruby's head explodes with this information. She just stared at y/n in shock. "Stop looking at me like that" y/n says opening her car door. "You know it actually makes perfect sense now" Beth says folding her arms. "Whaaat?" Ruby says still shocked.

"It's why he gave YOU the money" Annie said emphasizing the 'you'. "That was before" y/n said but Beth cut her off. "Why you have been big timing us for weeks—"

"That's not why. I just didn't want to deal with you and you." Y/n points at her sisters. "Why is that?" Beth asks clearly taking offense. "Are you serious?? You guys have problems of your own. Drama that I don't need. But I didn't ask for anymore jobs. That was Beth." Y/n says turning back to her car as she puts her stuff inside.

"You think you're the big boss now because your vagina got woke" Annie says making y/n look at her annoyed. "Excuse me? Who's idea was to rob a bank? Who's idea was it to take more jobs? Not me! I always supported you on what you wanted and finally thought about myself for once. FOR ONCE in my life I got to do something I wanted to do. Who are you to say I can't sleep with him. It's not like your situation is better so get off of my back". Y/n says as Annie gets quiet.

Ruby is still processing all of this. "I mean...how was it?" Ruby asks still in shock but Y/n didn't bother to look at ruby. Usually when y/n was in the talking stage with someone her and ruby would always talk about it. Ruby was like her sister to her "And now that I think about it. Did you screw someone who had a pregnant wife?" Y/n asked making Annie glare at her. "I ended that."

Y/n scoffed at this. "When, yesterday?" She says folding her arms. Annie looks at her hurt. "Bone whoever you want. But it's gonna end bad" Annie says as she shakes her head and walks to her car. Y/n shakes her head and starts chuckling. "I'm finally do something I wanna do and it's a problem. That's nice" she says as she gets in her car as the others sat in silence.

Before anybody can say anything y/n drove off upset.

[smuttyazrael]

Wolfy problem Part 2

Word count: 2,095

Summary: Bill gets turned into a werewolf. Wolves need breastmilk to live. They thrive under thier special breastmilk. Y/N volunteers to be his wet nurse.

Warnings: Masturbation, Oral, Sexual intercourse, Fingering, Cum kink, Lactation kink, breeding kink, Voyeurism, Exibitionism, Public.

Heading to Bills house was actually a lot of fun. He lives in a cottage by the sea. It's absolutely beautiful. He gave you a quick tour and you sucked him off before you guys went to sleep for the night.

The next morning, the sun rises waking me up. The whole room lite up by the sun. You're curled up into his side. You see the blanket tented again and slip under it.

You take him in your hand caressing him admiring his size. You give it a lick up the shaft. A bead of precum wells at the top of his slit and you lick it off. Moaning at the taste. You ingulf his head in your mouth.

You feel his fingers thread through your hair. "Fuck babygirl, wake me up like this every morning." He moans out as he thrusts himself deeper. "Gonna cum lots for you." He tells you as you feel it spurt out his shaft onto you tongue, the salty taste exploding. You moan at the taste. His spurts taper off and you lick off his cock making sure to get every drop. "Good girl. Cleaning my cock up. You got milk to feed me? I'm really hungry" you pop up from under the blankets.

"Maybe, I was told to take three loads before I started producing." You tell him.

"Lets try then" he says latching on to your tit. Massaging it as he gulps down your milk. You start rubbing you pussy on his thigh. Moaning as you clit brushes againt his thick muscluar thigh with every thrust. His eyes are closed with a peaceful look as he continuously glups down your milk. His cock twitching with every pull his mouth makes on you tit.

"Bill!" You cry out cumming on his thigh soaking it in you slick. His cock leaking precum. His head turning purple. Bill switches tits. You gasp on to his fuck stick. Jerking it as he trusts into your fist. Groaning around your nipple. Before long hes letting out a moan and ropes of cum cover his chest. He unlatches from you tit.

"Your letting my percious cream go to waste, baby. You better be cleaning that up." He tells you his eyes filled with lust and a smirk on his face. You go down licking off his chest. Moaning constantly at the taste as he praises you. "Your milk is the best thing I've ever tasted. I am so happy I get to drink this my whole life,"

"You do like it?" You ask shyly coming up to face him after finishing licking up his cum.

"I love it. I will drink it as much as I can. I will fill your belly with so much cum just so I have to drink from you more." He promises. You two getting up. He walks around the cottage his hard cock swaying around as he moves with confidence. You follow him a little more shy.

"I have to go to work today. Do you have class?" He asks you as he makes you two breakfast.

"No, not today. I have the rest of the week off." You whisper wishing you had his cofindence.

"Okay, you will come to gringotts with me today. Then tonight we have an order meeting."

"Okay, I can bring some homework to do." You offer.

"You won't need that. I'm gonna keep your mouth full of cum all day. I need your tits leaking and achy for me." He tells you plating the food for you. You blush.

You both eat up and hurry getting ready for Bills work. But not before Bill gets another two loads down your throat and pins you against the wall giving you a screaming orgasm. You both arrive at Gringotts late with Bills cock still throbbing.

"Fuck, I have a meeting. Come on." He drags you to a board room. He sits down in the middle of the table. "Come suck my cock. I can't concentrate with it leaking so much prefuck. I need your mouth like a good girl." He tells you.

You feel your panties get wet. You kneel under the table taking his cock in your mouth sucking it. You get drstracted by the massive meat stick in front of you. Enjoying the wieght on your tongue and how it is pouring precum. Bill has his finger laced you your hair. All of a sudden you hear Bill speak.

"The... fuck.... vase.... is .... *groan*...def-*moan*-initely.... cursed." He struggles out. "We... fuck me.... need to.... fuuuuuck" his cum splashing the back of your throat him panting loadly. All eyes are on him as he just leans back in his chair blissed out. "We need to remove each curse layer by layer." He finally gets out.

"Alright, curse breaker Weasley says thats what we need to do. Thats what we will do." A man says clapping his hands. Everyone leaves but the man and Bill.

Bills cock is hard again and hes thrusting it into your mouth.

"How is everything going, Bill? I heard about the bite." The man says clapping Bill on the shoulder.

"It's going actually reather well, Howard. Y/N a friend of my little bothers stepped up to be my wet nurse." Bill says in between thrusts and moans.

"I can see. You gonna marry her man?" Howard asks peeking under the table to get a quick look at you.

"Marry her. Knock her up with my pups. I'm gonna do it all. Fuck... baby girl here it comes." He says with a groan cumming again. "I can't wait till shes round with my pups." He says to Howard blissed out and panting.

"Sounds like the best thing that could have happened. I'll talk to you later man. Gonna find me wife and see if she is willing to suck me off under my desk." Howard says clapping his shoulder again and leaving the room. Bill pulls you up onto his lap and gives you a kiss.

"Your perfect, baby girl." He says pulling your top down. Latching on and suckling. You moan thrusting on his thigh again. "Thats it Y/N take your pleasure from me. Only I will give it to you." He mumbles around your boob. You moan out cumming soaking your panties completely. He unlatches pulling your top up. He stands you up lifting your skirt and pulling down your panties. He taps your leg to get you to step out of them. You do. "I'm gonna keep these." He says standing tucking them into his pocket. He walks to his desk and puts a pillow on the floor under it.

"What will I wear?" You ask confused.

"Your slick on your thighs, sweet girl. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel. If your good before the order meeting Ill pump you full of my baby juice and I can watch it drip out of you all meeting." He says as his cock throbbs again. He helps you get under his desk and gets to work.

You suck his cock all day. Surprisingly your jaw not hurting. Maybe his cum has something to do with it. By the end of the day you have sucked down so much cum you've lost count how many loads. Your tits and aching and leaking. Your top is soaked in milk, but you didn't say anything not wanting to bother his workflow. He stands you up seeing tears in your eyes about how sore your boobs are.

"Baby girl, whats the matter?" He asks wiping your tears with his thumbs.

"My tits." You whine pitifully. He looks down.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He asks pulling your top down latching on immediately. He gulps down as much as fast as he can. Sitting you down on his lap. Your tits feeling better almost right away.

"I didn't want to bother you." You mumble to him.

"Never is sucking your beautiful tits a bother." He says switching to the other. He gulps the milk down quickly. "We gotta go. We are late for the order meeting."

He drags you after covering your tits with your top again. Not that it covers much because its all wet. You both floo to the burrow. He sits down at the table. Pulling out his cock and pulls you to sit on it.

You look up noticing Hermione shifting around in her seat.

"Need a nice big cock to fill you too." Charlie asks her. She blushes.

"No, just feeling funny." Hermione says. Bill and you watch with interest.

"Well, I have just the thing. Come here you can sit on my lap. I'll make it better." Charlie coaxes. Finally after a while Hermione gets up to walk around the table. Charlie quickly pushes down his sweats under his balls. His cock hitting his abs with a quiet thwack. You can see his sweats have a round dot of pre cum. Hermione blushes seeing his cock when she gets beside him. "Don't worry about him. He will make you feel better." He says to Hermione with a smile.

"Will it fit?" She asks curiously.

"Y/N can fit Bills which is bigger and she is smaller then you. It will fit." Charlie says lifting her on to it. They both moan as it fills her. Bill starts thrusting into you cumming with a moan.

"That was so hot Charlie." He moans out cumming.

"Yeah, having best friends with our cocks in thier pussys. Maybe you should bite me on the full moon and Hermione here will be my wet nurse." Charlie says pulling her against his chest. Hermione blushes looking down.

Harry and Ron both walk in. Harry looks at you and Hermione sitting on Bill and Charlies lap in shock. Ron just turns red in anger. Bill ignoring them both thrusting into you. Charlie is doing baby thrusts into Hermione.

"Bill, Charlie, do you really need to be doing that at a meeting?" Molly asks them.

"Bill gets his cock in Y/Ns pussy. And Hermione was feeling empty. I'm only happy to help her out." Charlie says with a smirk thrusting hard into Hermione causing her to moan out loud. "Thats a good girl." Charlie praises and Hermione moans loudly. You get wetter watching and listening. "You like when I praise you. You gush so much." Charlie says to her.

"So does Y/N. She will turn into a fountain when I praise her and she apparently likes it when you praise Hermione." Bill tells Charlie while still thrusting into you.

"Okay, Bill why are you doing this with Y/N at the table?" Molly says a little taken aback.

"Need to fill her with my pups before the final battle. I don't want her fighting. And if shes either carrying my pups or just given birth she can't fight." Bill says like its the most obvious thing in the world. You cum hard on his cock squeezing the cum out of it. "Uhh Y/N you like the idea of being full with my pups." Bill groans spurts coating your womb.

"Fuck!" You hear Charlie yell cumming in Hermione. "Your best friend being round with my brothers babies turn you on. You want a baby with her." Charlie says cumming in Hermione as she screams his name cumming on him.

The meeting goes on with everyone ignoring Charlie, Hermione, Bill and yourself. You four cumming throughout the meeting. Them understanding that the only way you and Hermione would step out of the fight is if you two are pregnant. You both are too cock drunk to fight it.

You stand up after the meeting. Getting off of Bills cock. His cum spits out of you falling to the ground with a splat. "Hey, I worked hard to put that in you." He teases. Him and Charlie hug while you and Hermione both stand there with a far away look. "You better sleep with her on your cock tonight of she might crash." Bill tells Charlie.

"Your right. I will deal with her come down in the morning" he says.

Bill and you both leave for the cottage. Bill strips you as soon as he walks in and then strips himself. Leaving both your clothes at the door. He pulls you into the kitchen and heats up some food. He them pulls you on to his lap, latching on to you tit suckling while he feeds you. Before long, you both head to bed. He places you on top of him and falls asleep suckling

[ipostwhatiwant1202]

What They Text You: Applies to any...cause they're all a bunch of dorky teens and i dont care what anyone says.

Leo:

• look at my new plant

• would you like to have tea tomorrow?

• you look so pretty 😍 leo you cant see me and? i bet you do

• am i really an old man???? 😭😭😭

• be honest, do you think raph can beat me in an arm wrestle? if you dont answer in 5 minutes, i will assume it's yes and i will prove you wrong.

• good morning honey. have a wonderful day today! ❤️

• are you still mad at me...? LEO YOU SET MY MICROWAVE ON FIRE. so is that a yes?

• have you eaten yet? you need to eat...and drink something other than (your favorite drink)

• i got benched because i can't stop throwing up. i'm fine! leo...you threw up blood literally 10 minutes ago. it was only a little 🙄

• i'm in desperate need of a kiss right now.

• check out my new katanas

• remember that i love you 🥰🥰❤️

• for the last time, i wont download tik tok. you know how bad i hyperfixate 😠

• stop playing candy crush and pay attention to me

• keep it up and you won't get the knots worked out of your shoulders.

• mikey just called me a boomer...i feel like i should be offended. you are a boomer. I DONT KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.

• y/n, i love you, but for the love of god, PLEASE PICK UP YOUR SOCKS.

• *drunk* im in a relationship why do i have your name as my love cause my girl/boyfriend/partner will definitely not like that and i dont know who you are but they will kick your ass and i dont even feel sorry cause you arent love leo...you're drunk. NO IM TAKEN

• call me cause i would like to hear about your day and i miss you

• i love you my love ❤️

Raph:

• come watch me bench im bored

• can you please come get mikey before i hit him?

• wear that giant sweatshirt to our date. ya look adorable in it

• why did you ask donnie to help you with your homework?? um...cause it's about neurons and receptors in the brain. i could've helped with google! 😒

• YOU NEED TO COME KILL THIS COCKROACH RIGHT NOW.

• hey babe. how was your day? ❤️

• have i ever told you how beautiful you are? what did you do. nothing...? i just think you're beautiful. raphael. fine..i broke casey's nose. AGAIN!?!

• i'm so tired...wanna come nap with me?

• facetime me so i can show you this cool trick spike can do

• remember how i said i was going to be more level headed? well donnie's new robot almost broke my arm and it's no more. you lasted 1 day more than the last time.

• *you sent a selfie* yeahhhh that's my baby 😍😍

• eat or im fighting you.

• jokes on you ive always been completely unhinged and it's bold of you to think i cant be worse.

• im sick. can you bring me some soup? 😣

• i miss you like a lot and i hate when you're gone

• i love you a whole lot 😘

• im just gonna start carrying you everywhere if you dont stop tripping over NOTHING. im just gonna trip harder. Y/N NO.

• mikey said we're his parents just an fyi. he's always been my son

• i made waffles. you better come eat some

• damn babe you're fine 🤤

Donnie:

• no i wont do your homework for you

• tell shelldon to stop talking back to me before i ground him for eternity

• im in a house of IDIOTS. technically it's a lair. not now y/n.

• you look like a pile of swans in that sweater 🥰

• i can't sleep. wanna play online scrabble?

• sweetie you need to eat more than a bag of gummy worms and a bag of doritos

• you need to come sit with me while i work because i need an extra set of eyes. you just miss me 😏 don't start.

• don't call a plumber! i know how to fix the sink. i got this 😎 donnie the pipe exploded the last time you "had" this.

• *you sent a selfie* you look nice

• im gonna blow up. a person, a thing, a place, all of the above? yes.

• you need to drink straight broth, it'll help soothe your stomach ache

• im dying. you have a cold.

• i love you but please stop trying to assemble ikea furniture on your own.

• good luck on your exams/work project! 😘

• TELL RAPH TO STOP PICKING ME UP TO MOVE ME.

• leo just called me an asparagus. i didn't know how to respond so his phone will self destuct in 5 minutes. DONNIE.

• you're so pretty 🥺

• i made you something and you have to come get it right now. im literally about to have my wisdom teeth out. reschedule it

• listen to the playlist i made you or else im disabling your pirated tv show service

• thanks for listening to me 💜

Mikey:

• babe come snuggle with me

• i made you brownies so come eat them with me while we watch crognard

• i haven't seen you in so long 😭 you saw me this morning. BUT THAT WAS HOURS AGO

• angelcakessssss i love you

• look at this cat video i found

• FACETIME ME THERES A PUPPY

• are you awake? mikey it's 3 am. good, so would you still love me if i was a worm? go to sleep.

• i bet you look like a cuddly bear today 🥰

• im so hungry. can you bring me ice cream?

• raph wont stop being mean to me. can you beat him up? cause a (your height) tall human can beat a 6ft turtle's ass 😑 i believe in you.

• im coming over with my new call of duty game and we're having a game a thon!

• i found a cat. mikey no. his name is gerald. MIKEY WE ALREADY HAVE 10 OF THEM. HALF ARE NAMED GERALD.

• i made you a mixtape i cant wait for you to hear it

• how mad would you be if i crashed the shell razor in a derby and broke my arm? very. then i did not do that.

• im sick. come help me feel better 😭

• call me cause april just told me something about casey that's wild

• i found this cool rock that i think you'll like

• it's so cool i can date you. you're for real the coolest. you broke my coffee table again didn't you? no...maybe.

• im bringing you lunch cause my baby needs to eat!

• this song reminds me of you 💕

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

hi hi !! ur writing is so cute!

Request here,

can you write something like best friend's popular brother hyunjin who secretly likes reader (she does as well but thinks she has no chance) and then one day he confesses being all shy and shes like WHAT

anything like this u can decide i love whatever you write !<3

Hey beautiful, thank you for requesting, your lovely comment made my day! ( I was having a difficult day) so with lots of love, I will do this for you!

Song recommendation: Popular by the weekend

Popular

Paring:hyunjin!x!reader!

Warning: fluff

Your POV

Mr. popular passes through the corridors, his scent leaving traces behind him, leaning against my locker my eyes follow him and walk all the way outside, his smile flashing to his friend talking about something only them will know.

"Hello? Are you listening to me?" my best friend catches my attention from him "Mhm? Yeah I am" My eyes draw to her now

"so are you gonna go?" she asked seriously "Where?" I asked confused

"I JUST TOLD YOU" Her frustration lands on me "Sorry I didn't pay attention" I truthfully say "To my house" She sighs "My stupid brother is going to bring Ashley over to the house and you know she annoys my ass like I can't stand watching her being so stupid with my brother like she is all over him and-" I cut her off before she explodes

"Hey, calm down girl it's ok, I will be there for you" I calm her down "Thanks, but you know... it's not because I'm jealous of my brother is just that she is such a pick me and every fucking girl is gushing over him and it's just so annoying" I understand her, I wouldn't like seeing my brother with some other girl in my house about every day

"do you know if they are dating?" my curious heart asks feeling a ting of jealousy "I don't know, I hope not"

We get to class and sit down, I look over at Hyunjin who is sitting in front of me, oh my poor little heart, when will you stop loving him?

4:40 pm

Yeji and I get ready to head to her house, we walk outside the school's door and feel the nice weather hitting our faces "Ain't it lovely Yeji" I smile loving this weather and wishing it would be like this everyday

"the weather is nice" she smiles and closes her sweater, "how about we watch the new movie that just came out 2 weeks ago?" she asks me "What movie?" I ask curiously "Well the tale of the nine-tailed fox" She answered my question "Oh, the one where Lee Dong-wook appears?" she nods as we get excited about thirsting over a 40-year-old man.

We get to her house open the door and leave my stuff in a chair "Let me get the popcorn ready" I say heading to the kitchen "ok girl ima put your stuff in my room and get everything ready" she shouts from the door already hearing her steps as she walks through the stairs

"hey y/n" Hyunjin smiles at me while making something to eat for himself "Hey Hyunjin" my heart drops as I didn't see him at first

It's normal for me to be at their house so he is accustomed to seeing me around here, we have known each other since I was 5 and he was 6, Yeji and I knew each other from kindergarten and we always used to play with her brother in my house or her house, so we become friends a long time ago, but I feel like it all changed since we entered high school since I was 15 we don't talk as much as before, just small talks, no more movie nights or baking time with him like we sorta got uncomfortable with each other, he also became Mr, popular at school so I believe he feels better than us now. Now I'm 17 and he is 18 and yeah we are in the same grade because his dumbass failed chemistry in 10th grade, obviously, he was so busy fucking his ex-girlfriend and doing her work for her than concentrating on himself that he was swept away 1 whole year because of it.

"How are you doing?" he asked me smiling at me and looking back down at his sandwich "I'm doing good and you?" I ask looking the popcorn to put it in the microwave. "I've been good, what are you guys doing today?" he asked me to make another of our famous small talks "We are going to watch a movie and maybe I'm staying over" I smiled and continued doing my work. "nice, lucky you, I have to do a project for history fro next week" "ah yeah the ones about the empires?" I ask "Yeah, I got put in with Ashley" he whispers and rolls his eyes at me showing his annoyance, and I laugh silently "It would've been better if I got chosen to be with you, you are pretty smart and organized, and we known each other for most of our life" he continues to finish his sandwich. "yeah right? I got chosen with Lia, so it was not bad at all, just her brother is a bit creepy" I say making a weird face remembering her brother and how immature he acts.

"oh yeah Daniel is awful" I nodded and put the popcorn in the microwave not forgetting what he said about me my tummy filled with butterflies, but again I reminded myself I couldn't let these feelings get the best of me, he barely talks to me and yeji would be so mad at me if I ever get to date him.

"But if you ever need me to him in his place please tell me and I will do it with pleasure" he smiles grabs his plate and rubs my head while passing by to the living room.

my cheeks got all red by his touch, I placed my hands over them to soothe them down the popcorn finishes and I get out of the kitchen

"oh Hyuinjin you so funny" I hear a girl exaggerating her laugh, ofc she is here, I feel a bit down and go to Yeji's room.

"everything is ready" I get to her bed and put the bowl in the middle of both of us she starts the movie and we are already melting by seeing Dong Wooks face.

something in me doesn't let me concentrate on the movie and a tinge of jealousy gets to me, it should've been me who was with Hyun-jin right now, not Ashley.

7:24pm

"May I join" Someone opens the door and looks at Yeji with pleading eyes "No go fuck yourself" She stretches and lays down in another position, so I move aside and pat the side of my bed to let Hyunjin join us "See she's nice, unlike you?" he says getting on the bed sticking his tongue out at her "no y/n why did you let him in!" she groans while saying it getting annoyed and moving to the side of the bed to give me more space, he lays on his stomach and hugs a small pillow and gets near me, his head touching my arm of how close he is to me.

Butterflies run through my stomach as I try to control my breathing so I do not blush.

15min later

"He's not that even good looking," He remarks making both of our heads look at him "Shut up you dickhead, he is the most handsome guy to ever exist" She throws a pillow at him, but he throws it back, sitting up and getting comfortable back in the sheets, now sitting like I've been doing this whole time, but our arms connect he looks down on me and smiles, I smile back and quickly look back at the movie, now I do feel my cheeks blush

"did you see how hot Lee Yeon's brother is?" yeji asked me "Yes Rang has that type of bad boy vibe right? but he is so gentle on the inside like he is so cute" I say as we comment on the series. But I feel Hyuinjins head on my shoulder hugging my arm trying to get comfortable on the bed, Yeji gives her back to me and I see her sleepy eyes trying to fight the urge to fall asleep, I pat her head gently making sure she gets some rest but I feel Hyun-jin caressing my arm with his thumb up and down. I feel his breath get more relaxed but I tense up feeling nervous about him.

I try to ignore it and continue watching the movie "Yeji look at the puppy" I pout looking at how cute he is "yeji?" I called her again but I heard no response from her "Did she fall asleep already?" he asked me

"mhm, I think she did" I try to shake her but she does not react, hating that she left me alone with her brother again.

"mmh ok, I'm going for something to eat wanna come?" I nod and get out of bed with him turning the TV and lights off for yeji to sleep as we walk out to the kitchen.

"what are you craving?" he asks me "What about some ramyeon?"

"Sure that sounds good" he started to boil the water while I took the packets out

"so... how did the project go? I asked curiously about the 2 of them

"it was... ok I guess, I kinda ended up doing it all by myself and she was very annoying btw," he said a bit disappointed.

"well I'm sorry to hear that," I said relieved to hear that it didn't go well between them, he got next to me to grab the cups of noodles, and our hands brushed each other, our eyes met and our bodies froze

He pecked my lips and stared into my eyes waiting for my reaction, my eyes widened and my mouth gaped looking at him in shock, but I didn't say anything staying in the same position.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't done that without asking you, I-I thought t-that maybe you wanted i-it"he stutters nervously looking everywhere but my eyes.

"W-why did you kiss me?" I asked in shock, his face in fear "I'm sorry y/n I couldn't stop myself I don't know what came over me, I-Ii just really like y-you and-"

"You WHAT?!"

"I like you y/n, I have since we were young" I stare at him in pure shock

"wait so wait what? so you like me? And you tell me until now?"

"what do you mean until now? I was scared you were going to reject me"

"I would never reject you Hyunjin, I've liked you since I was like 8," I said a bit angry that this didn't happen before

"YOU LIKE ME?!?!" he raises his voice in shock and joy

"yeah I do" I get a bit shy saying it out loud

he cups my cheeks and kisses me delicately his lips feeling soft, tasting him on my lips is kind of my new obsession.

when we separate ourselves in our eyes we see our future we just started.

and that is how I started to date Mr popular.

-------------------------------------------------------------------

Hi loves enjoy

please comment, like, and give support!

The tag list is open

Please check out my other works too

[heygerald]

Falling Without A Harness - Chapter 12

AU where Tom Ryder is still an asshole, just not a psychotic one. In the aftermath of Tom's simple but complicated favor, Parker is forced to finally face reality, and decide once and for all what she wants.

Read the story here: prev / ...

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Melissa's voice echoed across the empty store, each syllable raspy and drawn out, tinged with the same sort of disbelief that has been simmering in Parker's chest all day. "But holy fuck."

The disbelief spirals and explodes, and Parker can't the help the laugh that is startled out of her from the unexpected curse.

"Excuse me," she drawled, aiming for levity, but falling somewhere in the realm of pure shock. "But since when do you curse?"

"Since about eleven am this morning," Melissa chirped back. She's slouched in the reading chair, hair piled on the top of her head in a janky bun, mascara smeared all along her cheeks, and if Parker hadn't been so thrown off by her sudden use of French, she might have taken a moment to reflect on the fact that this is the most out of sorts she has ever seen the girl look. "It just seemed like a good time to start. And, honestly? I kind of get it now. There really is no other way to express yourself properly, is there? Because—I mean seriously, Park—what the fuck?"

Parker knew that she should be scolding the young girl for her language. The last thing she needed was to garner the wrath of a disgruntled mom on top of everything else that she's dealing with. More importantly, she really didn't want teaching the youth curse words to be on her yearly karma bingo card. But... honestly, Parker couldn't help but agree.

There really was no better way to put it.

"Touché."

"Did you know that he was going to post that?"

Parker arched her brow at Melissa. "Do you think I would have left you to cover the shift alone if I knew that this was going to happen? I don't even follow his Instagram. Although, guess I have to after this, don't I?"

Melissa rolled her eyes, head lolling to the side as she stretched out her arms, back, and neck. "Only you would get an exclusive shout-out from the Tom Ryder and you aren't even following his Insta. Totally unfair, by the way."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Is my sudden luck raining on your plans somehow?"

"It's not luck."

Parker slumped on her elbows, a pen stuck sideways in her mouth as she tried to work through her to-do list for closing down the shop. It was hard to concentrate with Melissa's jabbering, though, and it was even harder to find the energy to sweep the shop when she'd much rather just collapse onto her bed. "What else would it be?"

Melissa blinked at her with a tart expression. "Um, hello? You're dating Tom Ryder. That might have something to do with it."

So surprised by the comment, Parker scratched a line across her notepad, and subsequently decided that her to-do list could wait till later. "We're not—I'm not dating Tom."

"Sure," the girl snorted. "He just hangs around your shop all the time, invites you over for parties, gets dinner with you, and—oh yeah—posts you on his Instagram."

"He didn't post me—"

"But, whatever," she continued, already moving on to the next topic. Parker watched as she bent forward and, with a grimace, tried to rub some feeling into her ankles. "I lost feeling in my toes, like, three hours ago. Is that bad? I mean, I'm not gonna have to get an amputation or anything, will I? Because I'm not missing out on Stacy Jordan's sweet sixteen because of you. Her parents rented out this huge dance hall, and they even hired a DJ."

Parker sighed.

Melissa's train of thought was something that she would never be able to keep up with, and today in particular she did not have the stamina to even try. Sourly, she said, "I told you that those shoes weren't very supportive—"

A book is lobbed in her direction, and Parker ducked behind the register before it can make contact.

The loud fwap of it hitting the ground echoes between the two.

"That better not have been a new edition."

"Oh, fuck off," Melissa said.

Parker returned from her hiding spot—back aching when she sits up, neck hurting when she props herself atop an elbow, eyes burning as she squints at the largest stack of receipts she's ever had before—and clucked her tongue. "You know I think I like this new you. You should curse more often."

"Pf. You just want to get rid of the swear jar."

"Well," she hedged, eyes darting to said jar, "it would save me some money. Unless you feel like paying up anytime soon. That's, what, three f-words? I'm not going to turn my nose up at fifteen bucks anytime soon."

Melissa gave an unbothered snort. "You wish."

"So, it's just a punishment for me, then?"

"You won't even need that thing after this week," she pressed on, sinking deeper into the worn out plush of the reading chair as her gaze slowly drifted across the bookstore. The shelves are the emptiest they've ever been, and the decorations they worked meticulously hard to find are in disarray from the constant throng of customers today. It's not a problem they've had before, having to reset the store after closing, but Parker supposes that's a good problem to have. "My feet hurt because of how busy we were, not because of my shoes—which, by the way, I had to wait in line for two hours to get—they will be supportive if I want them to be. Does this mean you'll finally hire Emily?"

"Emily?"

"My best friend. I've introduced you, like, ten times."

Parker conjured up a blurry image of a blonde girl, identical to Melissa in every way except for their different colored hair and eyes, with matching braces to boot. She thought she was nice, but, honestly, she can't really recall. Whatever. "Why would I hire Emily?"

Melissa scowled. "Well, that's rude. Just because she's my best friend doesn't mean that we're going to goof off or anything. She's just as hard of a worker as I am. You'd practically be getting two employees for the price of one if you hired her. Plus, it would drive Maddy H crazy if Emily got to work at Tom Ryder's bookstore and she didn't."

"It's not—" Parker started, before shaking the thought away. Bigger things to focus on, she reminded herself. "I thought we talked about this. I can give you a raise, but I can't afford to hire someone else."

"Uh, correction, you couldn't afford to hire someone else."

Parker puts the stack of receipts away, mind slowly but surely drifting to the next task as she attempts to lock the register down. She would definitely have to stop at the bank tomorrow to deposit their cash from the day—not a problem she had ever had before—and she mentally adds that to the list of musts. "Did I win the lottery without knowing it or something?"

Her question hangs flat in the air, and in response, Melissa curls a disbelieving look in her direction. "You're kidding, right? Did you see how busy we were today?"

"Right, listen," Parker started, but by how intense Melissa's eyeroll was, it was obvious that the teenager would not, in fact, be listening. "One good day of sales doesn't override an entire quarter of awful sales. This was just—just a fluke. I can't just hire Emily on a whim because we had one nice day. Ever heard of a rainy day fund?"

Melissa, hand in the air as she inspects the damage to her manicure, scoffed. "Yeah, but it's not just one good day."

"Are you secretly working at a different bookstore in your free time or something?"

"Oh my god," Melissa moaned, before dropping her boots to the ground with a heavy thud. "Right, you listen."

"Oh, here we go—"

"Park, I know you're big on self decrepitation and whatever—something I'm guessing you learned from your total has been of a brother—"

"Wow. You know, you two have got to figure out whatever this beef is about," Parker interrupted, only to be promptly ignored as Melissa stood.

"But this isn't just going to die down," she said, the stack of bangles on her wrists jangling as she made air quotes to emphasize her point. "Tom Ryder gave you a personal shout-out on his Instagram. That, like, never happens. The only things he posts are selfies, and paid promotions. In February, he posted a three second video about his Erewhon smoothie, and they're still selling out on the daily."

Parker frowned. "Smoothie?"

"So not the point," Melissa grumbled with another jingle of her bracelets. "The point is that this—" she gestured around them, to the bookshelves and the roof and the chair beneath her with one long sweeping motion, "just hit the jackpot. Kay? This is going to go viral, and when it does, you're going to have crowds like today every day."

That doesn't sound right. Parker knows that Tom is famous, that he has millions of followers on all of his social media, and that there are fangirls out there of his even more obsessed with what he does than the one scowling across the room from her. But just because he posted her store doesn't mean that she's going to have throngs of fans outside, day after day.

That sort of thing just... didn't happen.

Not to people like her.

Right?

"Okay, well, I mean," she started, struggling to put her thoughts into words after all of her braincells effectively went on vacation for the weekend. The cash register snapped shut with a metallic clang, and she dangled the key between her hands mindlessly. "Even if we go viral, we'll be popular for a bit, but not for, like, ever. A month, maybe."

Melissa blinked at her in that sort of way that means she's judging her, and when she hefts herself to a stand, Parker can feel the lecture about to come. "Look, I know you're a millennial and you aren't really active online, so I'll break it down for you."

"How gracious," she snarked, rolling her eyes.

"It's going to be like this—like it was today—for weeks. Until something new or something better comes along, but even then you're going to have Influencers coming in for pictures, wanting to stake a claim on this place just like Tom did. Okay? Which means more pictures, more shout-outs, and more people seeing this place on their FYPs."

"FY—?"

"So, yeah, maybe this place isn't going to stay viral forever, but that just means it's all the more important to capitalize on the attention while you can. If people are flocking here just to get stuck in long lines because there's only one employee during the day, then they're going to lose interest faster."

"I know how business work," Parker interjected, offended on her own behalf, but Melissa didn't seem to care one way or the other about her feelings.

"So you know that you need to dress to impress."

Parker narrowed her eyes at the girl shrewdly. She was staring to get that familiar feeling in her gut that Melissa was winding up for some big scheme, and previous experience had proven that when Melissa really wanted something, Parker was helpless but to give in. "Is this just some big production so I'll hire a bunch of your little cheerleading friends?"

The face she made was lethal. "First off, Emily doesn't cheer, she does dance, and that sort of tone is both condescending and so not cool. Secondly, it's an excuse to hire someone else so I don't get stuck like I did today when my boss decides to go gallivanting around town without her phone!"

"I wasn't gallivanting," she defended. "It was, just, an unfortunate—"

"Parker," Melissa said, leaning on her elbows until they were inches apart. "Hire some more people, or you're going to have to work every shift of this store forever because I don't ever want to experience that rush alone again."

Ugh.

The girl had a serious point—about everything, it seemed—but Parker was in no mood to think about any of that. "I already said I'd give you a raise."

"Well, that is a given," she chirped, gathering her purse and jacket from behind the counter. Parker might have been more put off by her attitude if she didn't think the girl deserved a hearty raise. Afterall, she was a little mastermind in her own right, as terrifying as that could be. "But I'd also like to have extra help, and it's no one's business if that extra help is a couple of my friends from school. I take this job seriously, you know. I wouldn't recommend her if she wouldn't be a good employee."

"You're a menace, you know that, right?"

Melissa smiled, and for the first time all day, it seemed more conniving than tired. "I'll send you her resume."

"No, no, no, that's not what I just—"

"And, anyways, she's just as big of a fan of you and Tom as I am. I mean, obviously, she's never met him, but I tell her everything. She totally ships you two. Probably not as much as I do, obviously," she trailed on, finally getting around to swipe the mascara off her cheeks as she bent even closer into Parker's space, "but she's invested. I think it's totally time you post him on your story."

"My what?"

"I mean, he already posted you. Or, you know, your store," she corrected herself, waving a hand around flippantly as if those were the same thing. And, maybe, in the mind of a teenage fangirl, they were. "Relationships are never official until it's on the page."

"We're not—"

"Have you thought about a ship name, yet?" she barreled on, completely ignoring the fact that every extra word she said was only compounded the migraine growing between Parker's temples. "Because I think Ryvers is so, totally cute, but Emily likes Parom better. Although, that sounds a little—"

"Okay, alright, that's it," Parker stood from her stool, and in the matter of seconds had shooed the teenager outside with as much decorum as she could muster. It was ruined, of course, by the bright red blush sprawling across her face like wild fire. "Goodnight, Melissa. Thank you for your help today, I will see you next week."

"But—"

"Goodbye!"

She shut the door with the jingle of the overhead bell and promptly slumped against it. A few beats passed before Melissa's boots clomped off in the direction of the bus stop, and when it fell silent outside, she glanced around. The store at night, with the main lights switched off and the crackled radio drifting from the corner, felt eerily empty after the busy day they had. And while the trash absolutely needed to be taken out, and the shelves needed to be catalogued for what she would have to put in her upcoming order, for the first time ever, Parker decided that there were some things that could wait until tomorrow.

After all, she had a boy to talk to.

---

"Are we dating?"

Tom, dressed down in some Nike sweats and a simple black tee with sleep marks red on the side of his face, blinked at Parker like she was on drugs. And, honestly, she supposed that was a fair assumption to make. After all, it was nearing midnight by the time she pulled into his driveway, unannounced, her hair mussed like a bird's nest from driving the entire way into the Hills with the windows down, and the anxious energy from the day's chaos had yet to make itself useful other than by adding a shakiness to her hands.

And while she had spent the entire drive over contemplating all the things that she wanted to ask him, the first thing that had come out of her mouth when he opened the door was that.

"What?"

Parker winced, anxiously wringing her hands together, before she pressed inside. She supposed having a mansion in the Hills meant that even the closest neighbors were too far away to hear anything, but the idea that there might be someone witnessing what likely could be considered a mental breakdown was not a comforting thought.

"I didn't mean..." she started, shaking her head, before she stooped to untie her shoes. That proved to be an impossible task with how shaky her hands, were, however, and in the end she just kicked them off with a grunt. "That wasn't what I—well, Melissa seems convinced that we are."

Parker could feel his eyes burrowing into her back, and Parker pointedly avoided eye contact as her cheeks flamed a hot red.

"Melissa," he echoed dully.

Cool, she thought to herself. Just be cool.

But the Seavers siblings were not known for their ability to play it cool, and while he drifted after her, Parker miserably tried to think of a way to explain her squirrel-brained thoughts without sounding like a lunatic.

"Well, you know, you posted me on Instagram."

"I didn't post you on my Instagram," he corrected.

And—shit. Wasn't that exactly what she had argued?

Parker was happy that her back was to him as her face flushed an even more indelicate red. It didn't help that there were lamps on all throughout the living room, orange and yellow hues of lighting casting shadows across her already warm face.

"I know, I know, and I told her exactly that, but she has it in her head that posting, well, my shop is the same thing as posting me and then she wouldn't shut up about it today. And now she wants me to hire her friend who is also convinced that we're, you know, dating, and I told her that she's—that that's not—you know..."

The knit of his brows made it painstakingly obvious that Tom didn't know, and honestly how would he? She didn't even know what she was trying to say.

"I... think I need a drink," she muttered, scurrying to the fridge where she withdrew two ice cold bottles of beer. IPAs were not her favorite by a long shot, but there were far more important things to handle, and without hesitating, Parker popped one open. A long swallow followed before she awkwardly slid the second bottle towards Tom. "Maybe I should start again."

His brows disappeared into his hairline, but the moment she met his eye Parker just knew that he was relishing in this particular conversation.

She planted her elbows on the counter, and caught her head in her hands with a whine. "I really wish that you had given me a heads-up about the post."

Whatever was smug withered and died. "A heads-up?"

"Just so I could have been more prepared, you know," she hedged, fingers nervously plucking at the wet label on her beer bottle. "Between the crowds today and my system freezing and Melissa pestering at me about our—you know—whatever, I feel like I've been running around like a headless chicken. It's been a lot to handle."

He was silent for a long moment, and by the time that she dared to glance at him he had managed to shake off any remaining sleepiness. Now, he scowled at her long and hard. "Right, well, next time I'll make sure to get your approval ahead of time. Should I have changed the picture too? Written a longer post about how much I fucking adore your shitty little store?"

Parker reared back. "Hey, it's not shitty."

"Right," he scoffed, shaking his head at her. "You know, most people would at least hold off on their complaints until after they've said thank you. Common deceny, and all that."

Parker deflated against the counter as Tom looped around the other side of the couch to sit down. There were pillows sprawled across it, a blanket pooling on the ground, and a Tom shaped indent in one of the cushions from where he had been sleeping before she showed up. When he flicked the tv off mute, Parker became increasingly aware of how poorly this conversation was going.

She took a deep breath and a long dreg of her beer before carefully seating herself on the table smack dab in his line of view. When he refused to give in, however, she took the remote out of his hand and flicked the tv off with a huff.

"Tom—"

But he wasn't having any of it, and he rolled his eyes at her so intensely that it must have hurt. "Oh, fuck. Look, if you're going to make this into some big lecture or whatever you can save us both the time and effort. I already spent the day dealing with this bullshit from Gail. I don't need it from you too."

As almost every mention of his producer did, that caught her off guard. "Gail?"

"Yeah, imagine that," he scoffed. "I try to do something nice, for once, and the first thing she does is yell at me because of it. And now you're here doing the same thing, and I don't even know what I expected, but it sure as shit isn't—"

"Why would she yell at you?" she interrupted.

He finished half of his beer in a swallow. "Why do you think?"

She wasn't sure. That was half the reason she asked the question, but when he tensed—as if preparing for that exact sort of answer—Parker's mouth snapped shut just as quickly as it had opened.

Why would Gail be upset?

Sure, she was his producer, and likely was miffed about missing out on her fee, but it wasn't like a percentage of twenty grand would have had any real impact on her salary. After all, Tom hadn't minced his words earlier when talking about how much of his yearly income went to the movie mogul. And Parker had seen her house; the woman wasn't going to be pinching pennies any time soon unless she was robbed at gunpoint. And even then she would probably benefit from her high profile connections.

Which meant if it wasn't the money that she cared about, it must have been...

Realization was a painful thing, and Parker rounded towards Tom with wide eyes. "She's upset because you did this without asking her?"

Another swallow of his beer. "I told you that I don't do stuff without asking her."

"But you did this time."

"Because she would have fucking said no," he ground out, distaste over even having to admit it obvious from his tone. "Which is fucking—I mean, it's my fucking life. I can do what I want. Should be able to, anyway. I'm the one making her money, but I do this one thing and she's all pissed off about it. You know how small that makes me feel? That she would even expect me to get permission from her?"

"Tom," she said, only to have him steamroll on.

"It's bullshit. Total bullshit."

"Tom," she tried again when he didn't seem to hear her.

But whatever floodgate he had opened wasn't closing anytime soon, and Parker felt her chest constrict. "Everything I do is because she tells me to do it. I don't even chose who I sponsor. But I do one post without her permission and get shit for it. And apparently, not just from her. Because you're here too, pissed that I didn't tell you ahead of time, and it's like no matter what I do it's—"

Not knowing what else to do, but knowing that she had to do something, Parker lurched forward to sling her arms around his neck. He went stiff beneath her touch, freezing as she attempted to pull him to her, before his hands slowly bracketed around her waist.

"What are you—?"

"I'm sorry," she muttered. Then, when that wasn't enough—because how could that ever be enough—she tightened her hold on him hoping that it might convey what she didn't know how to say. Parker shook her head into the crook of his neck, swallowing. "Fuck, Tom, I'm sorry. I didn't come over here to yell at you. I swear I didn't. I'm not even mad, I don't know why I said that thing about the heads-up, I just... I just was so overwhelmed today that I didn't know what to say or how to bring it up or thank you that I just—I just word vomited. Okay? I'm sorry. I am. I'm sorry."

"Hey," he said, arms tightening around her. "It's okay."

But it wasn't okay, and he had to know that. "But it's not, Tom. You just—you just changed my life, you know? What you did... I've never had that many people in my store before, and they were lined up, and the line didn't dissipate all day! I think I sold, like, half my inventory because of you, and if that continues even for a month then I'll be able to actually finance my store and I won't have to close and... I'll never be able to thank you enough for that."

She leaned back to find Tom frowning at her. "It was just a post."

"To you, and to Gail," she said, finally being able to express what she had been stewing on all day. "But to me... it's everything. I don't know how I'll ever be able to pay you back."

"Pay me back?"

"I mean, I could give you some of the profit, but it probably won't be much. Especially since I still have loans to pay off, and I need to get insurance, and fix the AC, and maybe even hire some new staff, but I'm sure I could give you percentage. Like, a little over time, and it definitely won't be much, but—"

She didn't realize she was rambling until Tom shook her. "I don't want you to pay me back, Park."

"But—"

"Nah," he said, shaking his head at her. One of his hands twisted into the cotton of her sweater, and for the first time that night, as he ducked his head to avoid her gaze Parker realized that maybe he was just as anxious about this entire thing as she was. "I owe you, okay. Not the other way around."

Parker couldn't think of anything more ridiculous than that, and her brows furrowed a divot into her forehead. "What are you talking about?"

He released a chuckle of disbelief, the sound low and raspy in his throat. "I know I'm an asshole. What you said when we first met, that day on the set, it pissed me off so much because... you were right, and no one else had ever bothered to tell me. I'm an asshole to staff and to the crew and to your fucking brother, but do you seriously think I'm blind to all the things that you've done for me?"

Floundering for words—and thoughts—all she could do was blink at him.

Tom glanced away, fingers wrapping themselves into her shirt, skating a burning line over her skin. "You—you're..." he started, before drifting off. Clearly, she wasn't the only person struggling to put their thoughts into words tonight, but Parker was too dumbfounded by the fact that Tom Ryder was admitting to be an asshole above all else, that she couldn't find the energy to interrupt him. "No one has ever... held me accountable before."

Even more bewildered then before, she stared at him. "And that's... a good thing? Because I thought that drove you crazy? I mean—"

"God, of course it drives me crazy," he cut her off with another chuckle. "But you do it because—because you see something in me that no one else does, you know? You see... me. Not the rich, famous me that everyone else sees and takes advantage of, but the asshole on the inside that no one else likes. Do you know how many people have found me in the bathroom like you did? Do you know how none of them have ever cared before?"

Parker's hands skated around his neck, desperate for something to hold onto, to feel, as she gently flattened them out on his chest. "You don't owe me anything for that," she said, shaking her head. "You didn't have to do this just to make up for that. I like being in your life, being your friend, your... I think more people care about you than you think, Tom."

He swallowed, and her eyes tracked the movement of his throat. "And you're the only person in my life that would say shit like that and mean it."

"Of course I mean it. I wouldn't lie to you."

"I know," he said, hands drifting further up her back, a connection that she didn't dare break as they settled into the groove of her spine. "And that's why I did it. So I don't want anything from you, alright? I just... want to give you this. Fuck Gail, fuck my social media manager, fuck all of them. Just this once I want to do something for someone else. Well, no, even that's a lie. Not for someone else, but for you."

Parker bit her lip, feeling her heart thump against her chest, and she was certain that he must have felt it too as she leaned against him. "Really?"

"Yeah," he said. "You're—just... you're not like other girls, you know that?"

Despite the tension growing between them, the softness of the moment and the tender way he was holding her, Parker couldn't keep back a startled laugh. And when she did laugh, Tom's hands paused in their movements, brows knitting a second time as he watched her with something wary struck across his features.

"Sorry, sorry," she said almost immediately, biting her lip, only for another giggle to escape. He looked truly put off then, and she carefully skated her hands back around his neck. "I just... sorry, I'm not laughing at you. That just so sounded like a line."

The wariness vanished, replaced by irritable fondness, and his hands pressed her closer. "Yeah, well," he said, that oh-so familiar smugness of his curling his mouth upwards. "What if it was?"

"Oh?"

He shrugged, pressing on. "Lots of girls would kill to hear that kind of line from Tom Ryder, you know? You should consider yourself lucky."

"I thought I wasn't like other girls."

"You're not. No other girl has ever driven me fucking crazy like you do."

"Flattering," she snarked. But the skate of his hands was starting to ignite a nervous fluttering in her stomach, and as her nails dug into his shirt, Parker could barely maintain a sense of decorum as she smirked at him. "Well? Go on then."

"With?"

"You've given me a line. I'm interested in seeing what other sorts of moves the famous Tom Ryder has to woo the ladies. You want to show me your wine cellar? Art collection? Is there a disco ball that comes down from your ceiling if I clap?"

His entire torso shook as he laughed. "See what I mean? You're drive me fucking crazy."

"Ah, maybe, but that wasn't a no—"

Parker swore that a single kiss from Tom Ryder had the ability to set her entire body alight. Sometimes, she wondered if he felt it too; the way the pads of his thumbs would trail a burning line along her skin or how her hands got shaky as she trailed them up into his hair. His hands certainly didn't shake; not when they pulled her sweater over her head or drifted along the length of her legs, fingers dipping into the ticklish spot behind her knees, tugging her impossibly closer before moving up, up, up...

This time, there was no party to return to, no busybodies to avoid or assistants needing Tom's attention in between fittings on set, and most importantly no phone to chirp at them or brother to distract.

There was just her and him, Parker and Tom.

And when the tension between them—once ugly and mean and festering and awful, now golden and beautiful and, maybe even destined—finally broke, she realized that it wasn't so bad to have someone to drive crazy; perhaps, even, it was the spark that she had been missing.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hi sweets! Could you write a fic on it being Halloween at Hogwarts, and reader is spending it with her besties Fred and George pulling pranks on everyone, and also causing trouble along the way as always? One evening, reader is in detention with Umbridge for calling her out on defending her father Remus, after Umbridge said he was a rubbish teacher and reader went ballistic, with everyone backing her up, when she's on her way back to the common room, looking at her arm where Umbridge marked her (even though she doesn't feel pain it annoys her and Umbridge gets more annoyed she doesn't seem to be affected by pain) , she bumps into the twins looking for her when she's heading back to the common room. Maybe Fred admits his feelings for reader when they sneak out after dark.

A Halloween to Remember

Warnings: a few curse words

~•~

"Is this gonna scar?" Y/N looked at her arm and then glared up at Umbridge, who, for the second time that day, looked as if her head might explode.

~•~

Leave it to Umbridge to ruin a perfectly good day. The first half of the day had been spent with your two besties, Fred and George Weasley, setting off Halloween pranks all over the school.

Then, you had Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Pink Toad. And of course, Umbridge decided today was a great day to insult your dad. You'd spent your whole life listening to people make fun of him or put him down because he was a werewolf. Remus had always told you to just "let it go." You did your best to do that, for his sake. But Umbridge was a different matter altogether.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY MY DAD WAS A RUBBISH TEACHER, YOU SENTIENT MENSTRUAL CRAMP!"

The entire class had been yelling along with you, but as soon as that came out of your mouth, the room fell silent. Then somebody snorted, and everyone lost it, doubling over in laughter.

Except for you.

You waited with bated breath for the professor's head to explode.

But, alas, it did not.

And now you sat in her office writing, "I will not insult teachers" one bazillion times.

After about a half hour, Umbridge slammed the book she was reading down on her desk, causing you to practically jump out of your skin. "What's wrong with you?" You asked, the words spilling out your mouth before you could stop yourself.

"What's wrong with me??" Umbridge screeched. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You leveled your eyes at her.

"Look at your arm, girl!"

You looked at your arm. Nothing.

"The other one!" The Pink Toad grabbed your other arm and shoved it in your face.

Oh.

What the fuck?

"I will not insult teachers," was carved into your skin, blood seeping from the wound.

"How the - " you began, but saw Umbridge's eyes flicker to the pen she forced you to write with.

Seriously?

You tossed it on the floor as if it were a piece of rotting food.

Fucking sadistic bitch.

You glared up at Umbridge.

"Is this gonna scar?"

~•~

"Oi! Y/N!" Fred's voice startled you out of your reverie. You turned to see him and George running down the hall toward you. "We were looking - " Fred's started, but then he saw your arm.

"Y/N, what the hell did she do to you?" George asked, holding your arm like it would shatter at any moment.

"It was my punishment," you shrugged.

"I'll fucking kill her," Fred hissed, his hands curling into fists.

"It's no big deal, Freddie," you coaxed. "You know I can't feel most pain."

"I don't care!" Fred's voice echoed off the stone walls. "The fucking bitch is gonna pay!"

"Yes, she will." You took one of his fists in your hands, massaging it until he relaxed his fingers. "But I have a much better idea than homicide."

~•~

You and Fred leaned on each other, laughing until your sides ached. The two of you had snuck outside after releasing your vengeance on Umbridge.

"I just wish I could see her face," you said after reigning yourself under control.

"Me too," Fred chuckled. "Conjuring up twenty fake kittens that fart dung bombs and setting them loose in her office was pure genius."

"Why, thank you, Master Frederick," you grinned, giving a flourishing bow.

"I'm serious, Y/N." Fred took both your hands in his. "I love how your mind works."

Your heart skipped a beat. Where was he going with this? He was never this sentimental, but you didn't dare let yourself hope. Not yet.

"I know this is really abrupt," he continued. "But I've been thinking for a while that we make a great team, you and I. And we've been best friends forever, it seems. And I... um... I was wondering if, you know, you'd like to maybe try being more?"

"More?" You stood frozen in place.

"Yeah, like, maybe my girlfriend?"

You swayed a little, your mind swirling like a whirlwind as you tried to process how today had gone from being one of the crappiest days of your life to the absolute best. "You want me to be your girlfriend?"

Fred let go of your hands to cup your face. "Yeah. I've liked you as more than a friend for a long time, Y/N. And I've finally worked up the courage to tell you. So, what do you say?"

"I like you as more than a friend, too." You smiled. "I'd love to be your girlfriend."

Fred's smile lit up the night. "Really?"

"Yes, really." You nodded, giggling at his giddiness.

"So, does that mean I can kiss you now?"

"Of course it does. Any time, any place." You grinned and met him halfway.

~•~

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @anvaaryn @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @costheticbabe @charmedfandomgal @hanne-montana @rhunew @greenapplegrass @lizzytrees @spididerman @Havenater1920 @jelloangela @whotfskai @netflix-addict @lunacurlclaw

[castleofclouds]

ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Nct Dream Alternative Universe OT7.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ pairings ; ot7 × reader (yn)

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ disclaimer ; fiction, cursing, 18+ content, kms joke and many more. Story are by © castleofclouds, do not copy or repost without watermark!

‧₊˚ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪sumarry : your life was peaceful until your stupid friends start giving you ideas of making thread about ur exes, stirring a whole new problems for you, suddenly one by one of your past start running back to you and opening old books of you and them, how do you act in this situation?

genre : gotta be fluff! texts (sometimes smau) angsty, slowburn, romance, humor, mention of 18+ content.

tag : @bluedbliss, @luvandletter, @1daily2lele7,

To All The Boys I've Loved Before ; Space In Between.

Your walk to your campus were faster than you thought, well all those run marathon you do when you found out your ex found your thread on twitter had it own virtue, as you sat next to Giselle, Karina waves at you you smiled, Giselle look at you worries why do you sweat a lot, she thought.

“You okay babe? Why do you sweat too much?” she asked while wiping off the sweat from your forehead with a tissue, you smiled at her. “Aww, totally fine, It's probably because I ran here.” you answered she sighed relief, Karina smiled and giving you a bottle of pocari incase you thirsty.

Ryujin came late and look at you, as she gives you the sweetest smile, “My queen looking a bit too beautiful today? Did something good happen?” she asked sitting down next to Karina. “She met her true love.” Karina added teasingly.

“Nah, don't say that!” you nudged her shoulder as you laughed at her teasing, Ryujin smiled and winked, “Oh, girlfriend I thought I'm the only one? You cheating on me?” Ryujin add more fire to the pit, you pinch her softly, “Not you too babe! Besides I told you, you the only girl I had.” you remarks, she grinned from ear to ear. “That's my baby.” she complimented.

The lecturers came into class causing a stir in the class, everyone were already seated, you sat next to Karina and Ryujin, the lecture take time to gave out materials before at the later parts of the class he explains there's gonna be a group projects, the group project will be making a short movies about the campus life, after he explains the assignment he left the class, everybody were scattered searching for their group partner.

“So.. Our group partners are the three of us and.. Kai and Sunghoon?” Karina pointed out, three of you walked to the guys, they both smiles at that, Kai were nothing but sweet, and Sunghoon too he is a very smartest one in class this going to be easy!

Two hours later..

It's been two hours, yet no sign of what kind of film you guys are going to produced, no script in sight, who knew writing a script for a simple short films gonna be so hard.

You wanted to cursed yourselves. “Who should we asked for this script?” You looked around the table, everybody sighed, “Anybody knew someone who is good at writing scripts?” Kai asked, Karina and Ryuji shakes their head at the same times.

That's when Sunghoon came to rescue, he typed something on his phones, after a moment he showed the text on his phone, someone is agreeing on helping them to write script, and apparently that person is available and in need of collaboration for his assignment too, somehow in your heart you felt a tingling sensation.

Something big is going to explode, you knew. But what?

Turns out your instincts were right, here you are in the middle of the room, sitting across a very familiar faces, you tried to averts your eyes, but his eyes were staring you down, following every move you take, every scribble you do, every breath you take, every simple action you make. He make sure to catch that.

“So let me introduce him, he is my good friend from creative writing major. Mark Lee.” Sunghoon introducing, Mark. You never expected you will see him again, the first and the one you wish to be your last. Your first ex, the one that introduce you to love, hurts, and affection.

Mark waves, smiling happily from ear to ear, he look at every each one of you until his eyes landed on you, and never leave ever since.

“I'm Mark, from creative writing major, and I will help you with your assignment of making short film script as the script writer.” he said.

He looks exactly the same as he used to, messy hair, that same round glasses, the only thing that different are his uniform, other than that nothing change much.

Besides, why is this the only place that Sunghoon came up with, his apartment? Among every good place ini this city, Mark place?

Everything went well until suddenly they left you alone, in living room alone, with Mark there.

“Kill me..” you muttered under breathe, he looked at you trying to start a conversation.

“Hey.. How are you?” he finally muttered a courage to asked you, you look at him.

“I don't know, why do you care?” you spat, you want to be one of those people could stay calm when facing their exes, but you can't.

Mark among every other exes you had? Well not that you wished any of your exes came back to your life again, but why still, why him?

It's been, who knows? Like years! You never see him among all those years why the first person you shared everything with is here, across you eyeing you with his big eyes and baggy clothes.

You missed the glasses, those round glasses bring you a lot of memories, how he always smile every time the glasses dewy from the hot cocoa he loved to drink, or how he grinning after reading a poem he made, the guy that everybody misunderstood are so cute and sweet, people just never takes time to understand him.

Now he looks happier, at least that's what you thought. He doesn't look like someone who had so much thought in his minds like he used too.

“Yn? Did you heard me?” he brings you back to reality, you didn't hate him to be honest, you were immature to think every first love would ended happy, there's only two answers, either he left, or you. Well you weren't.

He still sit across you, “I'm sorry.. You know, I was immature back then..” he tried to reasoned with you, you sighed. “It's okay Mark, you don't need to explain anything.“ you cut him off, stopping him from giving you reasons, you don't want to heard any reason from his mouth, what if the reasons were sad? And make you pitied him? You don't want to pitied him, he hated that. Mark hated the idea of being pitied, more than anything.

Mark look at you, he stopped, he knew that you knew him, you knew the way he thinks, speaks and acts.

He doesn't want to be pitied, he just wants you to know that whatever reasons the break up, it wasn't your fault, it's not your wrongs, he just had a tough time, the time were messing with him back then, his fear, his inferiority, his pathetic reality takes him from his daydream and struck him harder than he thought he could handle.

He stopped trying, he looks outside, the sun light were dawning on you, the silhouettes from your figures projecting behind you.

He missed the time where he would read books, spend days with you, playing games and just basically enjoying times, now here he is, with you, and the space in between both of you.

Sunghoon back with the team, the discussion takes more time before its finally decided who to works on the script, and you and Mark are on it. without you noticed a small smile creeped out from his lips, it's too subtle for you to see.

“Alright, I promise I'll do my best.” he cheered, you grunts. This going to be such a hassle for you.

Previous, Masterlist, Next.

A/N

I'm trying to put a little bit of Mark thought into this chapter because I wanted to explain more about Mark's lore gosh, this took time isn't it? 😭 I'm sorry for the late update, I hope you like this one, I'm actually loving and happy about how this one turn out to be, and RENJUN IS BACK! omg, seeing him on the weverse live just make me combust with happiness, is this how it feels? Man I wish he keep healthy and he will continue without anymore hiatus (unless for accident) for whatever reason it is. I'm fine he is fine, and back how do y'all think?? Btw please leave a notes or reblog it if you can, because tumblr is a btch and they didn't let my story being shown, like it's so weird lately with the timeline and everything :')

[acidmatze]

I’ll be there for you (Yes, like the Friends theme) Chapter 7

Summary: After being in a coma for two years Vash wakes up, not being able to remember Anything that has happened since he was “a teenager”. How is he gonna adapt to living in a world so strange and unfamilliar? By going to therapy for once Pairings: None Warnings: Nope Wordcount: 3.4k Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Truth be told, this morning Vash is super nervous to join everyone for breakfast.

After all, they all know now that he's not human.

But he can't stay away forever and someone is already knocking on his door, so he hastily opens and-

„Brother Vashus, will you be joining us for breakfast on this wonderful Tuesday morning?“

Vash stares at Chelsea.

„W-What....?“

„It's breakfast time. Time for breakfast. Munch munch, crunch crunch.“

Vash lets out a sigh.

Maybe he should give up on trying to understand whatever is going on in that girl's head.

Chelsea is skipping along the hallway back to the kitchen and Vash follows.

„Good morning Vash! You want some coffee?“ Steven greets him before anyone else can say anything.

„Uh.. I don't know if i ever had coffee.“ „Pour him one extra strong and black I wanna see if he can scale walls.“ Melvin mutters under his breath.

„What?“

„What?“

Melvin and Steven stare at each other.

Vash just sits down and grabs some toast.

„I'll just pour you half a cup and you can try it and tell me what you think of it.“

„Drink it up, drink it up, drink it up...“ Melvin continues to mutter.

„Maybe you should shut your mouth for a while until you are properly awake.“ Steven offers and pushes the cup towards Vash who takes it and smells it.

„Put some milk and sugar in it. It's less bitter then.“

Vash does as suggested.

Chelsea stuffs herself with cereals. Anna is nowhere to be seen yet.

Melvin's head suddenly slams on the table. He's snoring loudly.

Everyone immediately stops their movements and stare.

„Uhm....“ Vash looks the most confused „Does this happen often...?“

Chelsea makes an affirmative noise, her cheeks looking like a squirrel's.

„Once in a while. Let's ignore him for now. Did you sleep well?“

Vash takes a sip from his coffee and makes a face.

That's not exactly going to be his favourite taste.

„I think so? I had no nightmares at least. Or any dreams. But I needed a while to fall asleep.“

Steven nods.

„That's to be expected. A lot of stuff happened yesterday, you're in a new environment and then we bombarded you with questions as well. I'm just glad you're here because now its not me anymore who's the oldest.“

„I don't feel like 153 to be honest with you.“

„You don't look a day over 152 anyway.“

Morning assembly was pretty uneventful. Joe was absent again and by now Vash wonders if he will actually ever see that guy.

They talked about what each group will have for lunch, what today's therapy groups will be and sang Happy Birthday for a girl in all black named Lucy. She glared at everyone as if she wanted to explode them with her mind.

Then Vash headed to the living-room and went through the bookshelves there. He found a thriller-ish novel called „20 iles from May City“ and just tried that one out.

By the time he had to head for therapy he was already at page 35.

Now that Vash has gotten used to his new surroundings and everything he has more free space in his mind to actually realise how small Mrs Fischer's office is. And its so Full of stuff. Tons of paintings on the walls that all look very... abstract. Mostly Vash can't even tell what they are supposed to be. The colours clash. Nothing is making sense.

Then his attention is caught by a big tube filled with water and bubbles in the corner. In it are fake fish „swimming“ around. There is also a light changing colours constantly in the back to illuminate the tube.

The fake fish get caught in the bubbles, rise to the top and then sink back down slowly only to be caught by the bubbles again.

It is mesmerizing and it takes all of Vash's willpower to redirect his attention back to Mrs. Fischer. Who is looking at him expectantly.

„Okay, seems like you got distracted. So let me ask again. Did you like the movie you watched yesterday?“

„Uuuhh...“

There is a hint of amusement on his therapist's face.

„Uhm.. I guess it was okay? I don't have any experience with movies. But what bothers me is that it seems like everyone else knows more about me than I do.“

Mrs. Fischer leans slightly forward on her elbows.

„What do you mean?“

„They said I look like Vash the Stampede. I assume that is... me? I don't know anything about that guy. Sounds like a complete stranger to me. Why would I destroy a whole city?“

Mrs. Fischer hums and taps on her chin.

While she is thinking about her next words Vash's attention slowly drifts back to the fish tube. He kinda wants one for himself. But then he would never do anything else besides sitting in front of it and staring at it. There is something deeply relaxing about it.

„Well, there are theories about that. But we won't know for certain unless you manage to remember it and share it with us. We do know that it's currently being rebuild, around the crater that is left. How do you feel about learning all this?“

Vash forces himself to pay attention to his therapist, not the fish tube.

„I guess... I don't know? How am i supposed to feel? Maybe shocked? Guilty?“

He stares at his feet.

„I don't feel anything right now. Is that bad? I can't remember a thing.“

The therapy session was inconclusive for the most part. Vash was reassured that not knowing what to think and feel about a past he cannot remember is normal. He basically just woke up from a coma as well. Memories will come in time.

He was also given a small bottle partly filled with water and glitter and tiny colourful stones and a tiny sailing ship, that he has to hold sideways and then slowly sway from side to side.

Which was utterly fascinating to Vash so until he was called for lunch he sat on his bed staring at it.

After lunch, spinach with steak and tater tots, Melvin asks Vash if he wants to play soccer with him but Vash declines.

"I have depression now."

"We all do." Melvin says with a really dry voice.

"Fool. He has depression Group now." Steven says with a slight sneer. "I am headed there as well. You can just follow me."

"What do we even do in Depression Group? Are we just.. sad?" Vash asks. He has no idea what to imagine. He was told to bring a notebook and something to write with and that's it.

"I actually don't know myself. This is a new group and I was in behavioural therapy before this but that is over now."

Depression & Anxiety Group is on the third floor right under the attic, in the same room where everyone organises their meds for their pill boxes. Vash hasn't done that yet though since staff still has to figure out Exactly what meds he needs.

Behaviour therapy is in the same room, but as Steven said, that group is over for now.

The room also has a glass wall to the floor, like the Assembly room directly opposite. It also quite unfortunately has lots of large windows so the sun is streaming into the room right now. When Vash enters he feels like he's in a sauna.

He sits down next to Steven and immediately recognises the girl from today morning who still looks like she wants to explode people with her mind. There are also five other people in the room already, including the therapist. Who is shuffling through his papers as of now.

"So uhm.. Is... is everyone here? Where is my attendance list?"

Two more people enter the room and sit down. Not everyone has brought a notebook. Maybe they forgot. Or weren't told.

"Okay that should be all. Or is anyone missing?"

"Joe can't come, he is feeling really sick." some guy says.

At this point Vash is starting to accept that this Joe must be some kind of cryptid. Maybe nobody has ever seen him.

"That is very unfortunate..."

The therapist does not sound convincing at all.

More paper shuffling.

"Okay then. We should be 9 in total but Joe is sick so that makes 8 and there's 8 of us in here, yes very good. Good afternoon, welcome to depression and anxiety... group. I am Mr. Kowalski and I am just filling in for Mrs. Fischer. She had to urgently see an external patient of ours. This is a new group so we will figure things out as we go. Or You will. I won't. I won't be here next time. I normally lead the pain group and also the addiction group."

Some girl starts giggling.

"Haha yes very funny, that is how the groups are called, I did not come up with this. You are laughing you are obviously not depressed, get out."

More giggling.

"At least someone finds this amusing." Mr. Kowalski seems like he really doesn't wanna be here.

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Uh.. because we are depressed and don't want to be anymore..?"

Looks like the blue-haired guy from last evening is also here.

"Wrong! You are here because you want to go on a long and hard journey to the inner workings of your mind and fix the broken clockwork."

Silence.

This guy is definitely just as bonkers as anyone else here.

Mr. Kowalksi clears his throat.

"My humor is clearly misplaced here. Let's do some actual therapy then. I have a worksheet for you. Take one and pass it along, please."

It's about symptoms of depression. But oneself's symptoms. How is Vash supposed to know that yet? He doesn't even really feel depressed, maybe.

"Depression can take many faces." Mr. Kowalksi explains.

"Some people sleep all day, some people cannot sleep at all. Some lose all interest in their hobbies. Some don't feel anything, they just get unexplained pains and aches or an upset stomach. Or even funkier physical symptoms. Some want to end their lifes... Depression can disguise itself as other illnesses as well. I had a patient who told me she had no idea she was depressed. Went to her doctor and was treated for stomach ulcers. Took three years until someone figured out what was actually going on. It is really important that you all know what your very own personal brand of depression is, before you can do anything about it. You don't have to fill this out immediately. Do it in your own time and bring it back with you to the next session. For now, let's brainstorm a few symptoms of depression that you are familiar with and put it on the white board here."

Vash's head is swimming. That was way too much stuff for him to take in and the group seemed to drag on and on. He definitely has issues with focussing. Originally he was planning on doing research on what depression and anxiety actually Are but given how full his head is right now he shouldn't do anything that uses his brain at all.

Let's focus on something easier instead. What is going on around him?

This time, not much. His group might be over but there is still therapy stuff going on for the others. Group 2 also went out a bit earlier. They went bowling. Which is another thing that Vash doesn't know.

Steven is quiet. Melvin also seems very quiet. There is muffled talking in the hallway but it isn't anyone Vash can immediately recognise.

The next thing on his schedule is Relaxation. Yeah, that is literally what it is called.

Vash doesn't know what to expect from it. Will they just talk about relaxing things or will they actually... relax? How do you just do that on command?

He once overheard some people at the hospital talk about something called Yoga. Maybe they will do this Yoga thing in Relaxation?

They did not do The Yoga Thing at Relaxation Group, which is the full name of the group.

Instead the therapist, who is funnily also one of the physical therapists but not Diego, had laid out foam mats on the floor and instructed everyone to lie down in a way that is comfortable for everyone.

It was a small group there were only seven people, Vash included, and the group was being held in the room with the glass wall where morning assembly is done.

Relaxing soft music was playing in the background.

First Vash was worried that people might look at him funny if he showed up in fuzzy slippers and sweatpants but looked like everyone was wearing similar stuff.

After everyone had lied down the therapist was giving a small introduction of what she wanted to do today, which was reading them something they have to imagine while doing their best to relax.

Five minutes into the story which was about flying in a balloon over sand dyed in a myriad of colours, Vash heard the first person starting to snore.

Several people seemed to have fallen asleep and had to be woken back up after the session was over. Vash himself was feeling a bit groggy too.

This seemed to be a common theme lately. He doesn't remember that he got this tired as fast when he was younger. Is that what people mean when they say they are „getting old“?.

In reality he was simply still overwhelmed by everything being new and novel to him. His brain had a whole lot of catching up to do, after all.

After all therapies for the day are over Vash is now lying on his bed with his book and looks for a radio station to listen to while he is reading. He figured since they found his radio and it is still functional he should also actually use it.

Seems like it was tuned to rather military-sounding stations previously but Vash managed to get „normal“ stations in now. Probably at some point in life these served a purpose to him but not now. But he can't imagine that he used to be a military man at all. What's there even to fight? Worms? Hopefully not other people. A war is the last things anyone needs on this planet.

Maybe... Knives?

Before dread and a Very Bad Feeling can fester in Vash the radio is blaring in his ears.

„TURN YOUR PHONE INTO A STYLISH COFFEE MACHINE WITH THIS APP!!!!“

Nope.

„..And this is why the planet is actually an elongated trapezoid.“

Nope.

„The cure all for everything. Excessive sweating, stomach aches, flus and other infections, buckteeth, obesity, internal bleeding, death and balding be gone!“

Nope.

„DANN GEH DOCH ZU NETTO!!!!!“

Uhm... Vash would rather not.

„Amazing! What has hanging upside down from a cliff for two decades taught you?“ That.. that's very painful...?

„(Speaks in ancient greek)“

Huh...?

The sound of the worst „music“ Vash has ever heard in his entire life fills the room. This song-like something has more bpm than there are stars in the entire universe and the sawtooth synths could cut down a whole forest in two seconds. Nope, dear god, nope!

„And now... types of numbers... Natural numbers: The counting numbers {1, 2, 3, ...} are commonly called natural numbers; however, other definitions include 0, so that the non-negative integers {0, 1, 2, 3, ...} are also called natural numbers. Natural numbers including 0 are also sometimes called whole numbers.

Integers: Positive and negative counting numbers, as well as zero: {..., −3, −2, −1, 0, 1, 2, 3, ...}. Rational numbers: Numbers that can be expressed as a ratio of an integer to-“

Nope.

„Calibur FM! The only alternative radio on the planet that Matters. Welcome to Earth Hour where we only play bands that originate from planet Earth. For you we dug though mountains of old records and found the best ones that are still working.“

Something compells Vash to stop here. Maybe he is curious about Earth Music or maybe he knows this station from Before.

„Let's start the second half of the show with Let It Happen by Jimmy Eat World. Shame that this band is over 400 years old. I doubt they will release any new albums any time soon!“

Only two seconds in and the hairs on Vash's arm are standing straight up.

He knows that song.

He knows that song.

He knows that song.

Before he realises it he finds himself singing along as if he has heard this song dozens of times.

He probably Has.

How?

Vash immediately gets his tablet out and looks the band up. He finds a couple of videos that are mostly all in garbage audio quality, which is to be expected cuz this is Old. Hundreds of years old. But they all paint a very clear picture.

He knows those songs. He finds himself humming along to most of them. Even a few suggested songs sound extremely familar to him.

Someone is banging on his door.

„Oh my god was that Jimmy Eat World? I love them! My favourite band says they were their inspiration!“

It's Chelsea. Her banging is very insistent. So Vash sighs and gets up from his bed to open the door.

Chelsea almost falls over herself and stumbles into his room.

„Wow theres absolutely nothing in here!“ she exclaims in genuine shock.

„Uhm.. I mean.. I just moved here.“

Vash rubs his neck. Is that really that weird?

„Okay yeah but when I came here I brought my posters and my Pinky Dolls rug and my laptop and my books and my plushies and my magazines and my lifesize sized cardboard cutout of Johnny Death which I made myself.“

„Who.. who's Johnny Death? Anyway, I don't have any of these things. Coma, remember?“

Chelsea lets out a gasp.

„Ohmygodicantbelieveyoudontknowwhojohnnydeathis! He's the frontman of Bloody Samurai, one of my favourite bands! He's soooooooooooo cute and dreamy! I have loved him ever since I saw the music video for As Blood Rained From The Sky and he was looking into the camera all drenched in fake blood and looking so soft. Once at a concert he looked at me!“

Before Vash can say anything Chelsea has taken out her phone and is scrolling through various pictures.

„Look! Look, that's him!“

Vash is staring at a guy with black straight hair down to his shoulders and so much black makeup he looks like a panda. He's making a face like someone disturbed him from a super comfy nap.

„Isn't he cute?“

He looks like he kicks puppies as a hobby, but Vash knows he can't say that.

The next picture is of the same guy, shirtless this time, drenched in fake blood and clinging to himself while looking dramatically at the camera. He also has a buttload of tattoos, most of them black. The panda makeup is not present so he looks like a human person actually.

„He's so hot, isn't he?“

Chelsea is swooning.

He's as hot as a featherless chicken shortly before it gets cooked, but Vash knows he Also can't say that.

He opts for the diplomatic answer.

„That is a lot of pictures you have of him. You obviously love him very much.“

Chelsea nods so fast that Vash is worried she might dislocate her neck or something.

Then she suddenly stops and looks at her phone in shock.

„Oh would you look at the time! I would love to stay longer but I'm meeting with the girlies. We wanna hang out at West Dunes Park and harass some old people.“

She giggles.

„Just joking! We just hang out at the playground and listen to music. Anyway, you really need some decorations in here though. Something that reflects your personality. We had a guy here whose room was totally empty even after half a year and that was so creepy. Hopefully you're not as creepy. Like, that guy had no personality I swear. Well, I gotta go know. See you later!“

And there she goes, leaving Vash even more confused than before.

[lyn-js]

Home Sweet Home | Chapter 9. Call you mine

Rhett Abbott x OC Reader

Summary: Sunny Pritchett decides to move back home, but without a reason why. Once she's back she runs into her childhood best, friend Rhett Abbott. Rhett seems very surprised to see her. Not only that, but he sees she has a small child on her hip. Will Sunny try to reconnect with Rhett and tell him the real reason you she's moved back. Or will her past come back and find her until everything blows up.

Warnings: Mental and Physical abuse, PTSD flashbacks, swearing, fighting, smut 18+

After you told Rhett about everything that had happened with Gabe, you felt like you could breathe again. You could finally sleep in your bed, with Rhett and Ollie without having a gruesome nightmare about him. Being able to love again, and letting someone finally love you back. And you were so happy it could be Rhett.

You felt so at peace with yourself, never wanting this amazing feeling to end. Being able to wake up next to Rhett, seeing him give a dopey smile as he always looks at you. Seeing him give Ollie so much love, care, and affection whenever they are around each other. Your heart was about to explode with love and happiness with how much he cared about you.

Sometimes you and Rhett would sleep over at each other houses, he would come over to your house, and you would come over to his. So you decided you and Ollie would sleep over at the Abbotts tonight. But first, you both were going to the fair to see Rhett and his bull ride. You both got dressed but you wanted to surprise Rhett with what Ollie was wearing tonight. 

You two were on the phone earlier and you asked what he was wearing tonight. Of course, you wanted to match the colors he was wearing but when Ollie found out you all were going to see Rhett. You watched your baby find a little sparkle in his eye, and he was bouncing up and down so excited to see his new best friend tonight. Your heart melted once again when he asked you “I match Rhetty momma?” you would deny that boy anything in the whole wide world. So both of you got dressed in your matching outfits and off you, Ollie, your mom, and dad to the fair.

When you all arrive you see Rhett standing in the parking lot next to his truck, where there was luckily an open space, so you park next to him and you can hear Ollie in the back being able to see his Rhetty. So when you go into the space, you put the car in park and unlock the doors so Rhett can get Ollie out of his car seat.

When he opens the door you turn around in your seat to get his reaction. Hey Bubba, what are you-” he stops speaking when he finally gets a good look when Ollie’s out of his seat. Ollie leaps into Rhett’s arms and wraps his little arms around his neck. “I match wif you Rhetty!” wiggling in Rhett’s arms still excited to be near him. You finally get out of the front seat walk over to him drape your arms around his shoulders and give him a quick peck on the cheek. When you are both looking at each other, you see him giving you a smirk.

“What are ya looking at me like that for cowboy?” you ask him knowing already what he was going to say. “Have I said I love you yet Sunny-girl?” he asks moving closer to your face. “I would say maybe… Ten times today.” you both let out a chuckle. “And I’m not gonna stop sayin’ it for a long time baby.” he kisses you on the lips, but that is broken up by Ollie giggling and breaking you two up. “Where did you find this little piece,” he asked while tickling your baby in the belly. “Well, I do remember him saying he wanted to dress like Rhetty. He was begging on his little hands and knees. And you know I can’t resist that face.” You say in a pleading voice. Rhett looks back over at Ollie again, “Is that right little man?” Your baby nods quickly and is still giggling. “Also because he’s a mini version of you baby. I would resist either of you.” Giving Ollie a little kiss on the cheek and giving you a kiss on the lips. You can hear the announcer call up the next rider, and realizes Rhett was going to be up next. So he walks both of you over to the stands and hands Ollie back to you. He starts to fuss a little bit but Rhett tells him he will see him after his ride, ollie just nods and puts his face back into your neck. You wish him luck and go up to the stands with the rest of your family. 

Once again Rhett won, and he beat his record again. Everyone in the stands was cheering and celebrating his amazing win. Everybody was now exiting about the stands, all heading home. You tell your mom and dad that you’ll be staying at Rhett’s and will be home tomorrow. So they say goodbye to you and Ollie, and you see them make their way out. Next, you go and walk up to Cecila and Royal telling them you were going to meet them at their house. They also say goodbye and make their way out, now you have to go find your winning cowboy.

You were trying not to get mixed up and lost, so you waited in the stands until you could get a clear walkway to go and see Rhett. When the fair has died down a little you make your way down and follow the path to Rhett’s trailer. But for some odd reason something didn’t sit right with you. Something didn’t feel right. You turn around to see if anything was behind you. But nothing was there. Just some people closing up different booths and others making their way to their cars. You turn back around and pick up your speed trying to get away and to Rhett as fast as possible. 

“Hey Sunny-girl? Why are ya runnin’ from me.” You stop dead in your tracks. Your body can’t move. You pulverized with fear. “This is a dream. You’re going to wake up and everything is going to be fine,” you thought to yourself. But, you slowly turn around and see your horrifying past staring right in front of you. You want to forget so hard, you were finally starting to be happy again. You had peace, comfort, and protection from the people you love. You had Rhett in your life. But apparently, none of that mattered right now. You can start to feel Ollie gripping tighter to you, balling your t-shirt into his tiny little fists. You can also see him wobble his lip and see tears coming out of his eyes. “So this is what I find when I come here. You whoring yourself around, not being a good mother to your son,” he spits.

You start to back away but Gabe keeps moving forward to you. “W-what are you doing here G-gabe?” you ask him in a cowering voice. “I came to take back what's mine, pretty girl. You and that little bastard too.” He points over to Ollie. You pull him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere with you, you piece of shit!.” you keep moving backward until your back hits a trailer. “Oh no, Your both going with me, and you are never going to see your precious Rhetty again. Ya hear me?” 

Just as he was about to stand in your space see someone push him back away from you. “You can stay the fuck away from her!” You can see it was Rhett backing Gabe away from you. “Oh, so you're the guys that she’s been sleeping around with. Tell me, man, how long did it take for her to open her legs for you-” He was cut off by Rhett sucker punching him square in the face. You see him fall on his ass, clutching onto his nose, you can see the blood seeping through his hands and falling onto his shirt. Rhett kneels to Gabe's level and speaks to him.

Rhett clenches his fists into his shirt trying to make sure he had Gabe's full attention. A few seconds later we can see Joy walking over to us. “Is there a problem overhear?” You nod quickly and she moves over toward you trying to solve this problem. Rhett moves to stand over to Gabe and makes sure he doesn’t move to go anywhere. “He’s my ex, I have a restraining order against him… he just showed up out of the blue. Just… Just please don’t let him get near us. Please, Joy.” You try your hardest not to let the tears come out. You didn’t want Ollie or Rhett to see you like this, being the coward you once were when you were with Gabe. You were stronger now without him, you just want him out of your life for good.

“If you ever come near her, ever again. You’re gonna be put in the fuckin’ ground. Ya hear me, buddy?” He just nods and Rhett gets up from the ground and walks over to you and a crying Ollie. He makes sure you both are okay, and all three of you start to walk away from Gabe being put in handcuffs by Joy.

When you both are walking away and to each other's cars you can hear Ollie whimpering and see tears spilling down his face. You try your best to wipe them away and soothe him. But he keeps wanting to be held by Rhett, so you cave in and hand him over to him.

So when you get to your car you try and get Ollie into his seat but he’s not having it, he yells for Rhett but we keep telling him we're going to see him at his house. That just sends your baby into more of a fit. You see Rhett take Ollie again, and try to soothe him. “Hey, hey little man. How about I go with you and momma? Whaddya think,” he gives a little nod and gives little hiccups. “Rhett I don’t want you leaving your truck out here.” “Don’t worry baby, I’ll have one of my buddies bring it to the house tomorrow. I just want to get you and the little man home. Okay?” You knew for a fact that you weren't gonna with this argument so you just gave him a quiet “yes” and in return, gave you a quick peck on the kiss. Rhett opened your door and made sure you were buckled in before closing it, and he made sure he had everything from his truck and got into your car to head home.

As Rhett’s driving down the road, you stare out the window just thinking how you were lucky. Lucky to be alive. Safe. happy. You were back home with your family who loved you so much. You had friends you missed throughout the years. You finally had Rhett, he made sure you and Ollie were loved. Every time he looked at you, it looked like you and Ollie hung the moon and stars for him. And that goes for the same for you. But you always have a gut-wrenching feeling in your stomach, you never wanted Rhett to get involved with your fucked up life. But you were already in so deep, and you felt so much freedom, and protection from him, you would never want to walk away. You snap back into reality when Rhett releases his hand from your thigh grabs your hand, and kisses your knuckles. “He looks over at you and gives you a small smile. “Where here baby?” You see Rhett open his door, run over to your side, and open yours. Then, he grabs Ollie from his seat and the go-bag you packed for the night, and walks up the house to call this day a night.

You and Rhett both wake up to the sound of a blood-curdling scream coming from the other side of the room. You wake up out of your daze to see Ollie still lying down in his little bed that Rhett got for him a couple of weeks ago, he’s tossing and turning while still crying. You can see that his eyes are still closed, so he must be having a bad dream. So when you try to go and get up to get your son, you feel a weight on your stomach. You look over and see Rhett already getting up to go get him.

“I’ll bring him over here baby. Go back to sleep.” “You need as much sleep as me, Rhett. We have a big day tomorrow, nudging your head over to Ollie and pointing to the door.

What you found out a couple of weeks ago. Ollie and Amy had the same birthday month, and they were born 3 days apart. So, you decided with the approval of Perry, and of course, the birthday girl if she wanted to have a big birthday party for her and Ollie. The only response you got from Amy was her jumping up and down with excitement, and screaming at the top of her lungs. That got everyone waking up because you asked her during breakfast. So you would assume she was saying yes. So tomorrow while the boys were out gathering some of the horses, you were going to plan the party with Cecilia and your mom. And you wanted this to be a special party, not only for Amy because she only had some people to celebrate with her, but for Ollie as well. This would be the first party for your baby and he has more family with him. It wasn’t just you and him anymore. You have so many people around you to love and celebrate him and Amy together.

But he just gives you a “Yeah I’m winning this argument” face. You just plop back down on the mattress with your hair going askew around your face. But you look up and see Rhett try to sit down on the little bed and soothe Ollie from his nightmare. The harsh crying turned into whimpers again and you saw Rhett pick up Ollie and bring him over to the bed to lay in between you two. After lying down Ollie lays smashed into you and Rhett holds onto your sleep shirt. You start to move your hand around his light-brown curls trying to comfort him more. You hear Rhett speak up. “Do ya wanna tell us what happened bubba? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” There was a long pause, you could hear the crickets outside the windows even though they were all shut. 

“The bad man took us way.” You hear Ollie whisper, I look over to see Rhett already staring at me, I might have an idea who he was talking about. “What bad man baby, are you talking about the man who was with us earlier?” you say to him while still having your fingers through his hair, trying not to get him upset again. He gives a quiet “yes” and leans into you more. “He took momma and me away. We never get to see Rhetty again.” You try your hardest not to let any tears spill out of your eyes, you never want your baby to feel like this ever again. But, you let one singular tear spill down on your cheek and you see Rhett move closer to you and Ollie so he can wipe both of your tears away.

“Look at me both of you. As long as I’m here on this earth, and as long as there is breath in my body. I’m not going to let that bad man get you both. Ever. okay? I need to keep my family safe.” Now the waterworks were starting. You thought this couldn’t get any better, but all of a sudden you see Ollie crawl his way over to Rhett and see him lay his tiny body on his chest and close his eyes. “I love you daddy.” The water works completely stop. You both look at each other with wide eyes. You both sit up in the bed without trying to disturb Ollie from finally going back to sleep.

“I’m so sorry Rhett, If you don't want to be called that I’ll talk to him in the morning.” You stop rambling when a set of lips comes into contact with your own. Your body relaxes a little bit. “Sunny-girl, I don’t have a problem at all. Okay? I love him just as much as you because he’s a part of you. I’ll happily take that title.” You start to cry again You are just so overwhelmed with happiness, your heart might explode with love. “If you're sure, then would you be willing to finally be Ollie’s daddy?” you ask him with a watery voice. “Absolutely baby.” You lean over to kiss him again, but this kiss is filled with so much love and passion that you never want it to end. But the kiss was broken up by Rhett, and he just gives you a cheeky grin. “But you are right Sunny-girl, we do have a big day tomorrow.” You just shove his shoulder a little bit, “Smart-ass” you tell him laying back down on the mattress. “Hey, watch your language in front of our son.” you give him a serious/not serious face but leave your face when he pulls you close to his chest and gives you and Ollie a kiss on the forehead. You lay your head on his chest. And in that moment right there, just solidified your life with Rhett Abbott forever.

End.

Reblogs are always welcome. Unless you're under 18. I will block you. and comment if you wanted to be added to the taglist.

Taglist: @callsign-magnolia @roosterforme @angelbabyyy99@cornishkat@els-marvelvsp

dividers are by @saradika

[bassettmemes]

GIRL MEETS THE ASK MEME ↳ quotes from the disney channel show girl meets world.

"it only makes sense to me when I can get in trouble for it."

"we cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them."

"we're here to make somebody else happy."

"i think life puts people in front of us, so that we can be prepared for what happens next."

"hope looks great on you."

"don’t let your history be one of missed opportunities."

"if something that’s important to us today is so easily replaced by something else tomorrow, we have to wonder if it ever really had any value at all."

"it seems to me this isn’t a distraction at all. it’s a lifestyle."

"i’m not in control of anything. that’s what makes life so easy for me. when you think about it, nothing’s really my fault yet."

"as much as we think we show everybody who we are when we’re completely in charge of what happens, we find out who we really are when we’re not."

"the truith is, when you try to control life, life does its best to teach you not to."

"it's not intruding if you really want to hear."

"the best thing about being alive is to feel part of something."

"it’s funny about these things we hold on to and how life lets us know when it’s time to let it go."

"we have this one little life and for a lot of it, we just blow around in the wind. but if we’re lucky and we believe that life knows what’s best for us, sometimes we land on the right someone to talk to."

"the lives we’ve led until now have made us both wonder if life knows what it’s doing with us at all."

"learn from pompeii. as you live next to each other, understand that every once in a while, things explode."

"i have faith that in a new place you can learn from the people who have already been there."

"change fills my pockets with pennies of uncertainty."

"the truth is, people get comfortable with what’s familiar and when you get too comfortable, you don’t allow yourself room to grow."

"the worst thing you can do is fold your arms and refuse to accept what’s gonna come anyway."

"when you know you’re not good for people, you start not showing up, and then you don’t show up enough times, and it begins to feel like leaving until you do."

"only you get to decide when you quit."

"you had to take it out on somebody, i’m glad you felt safe enough to take it out on me."

"everyone has great gifts, and everyone has the potential to impact our world."

"don’t live under a label, it just gets in the way of who you are."

"what I think of myself is that it really bothers me what other people think of me."

"when you become someone else, even though you’re just acting, it’s impossible not to discover something you didn’t know before."

"when you have strong emotions for someone, it’s like you’re too close to see straight."

"maybe if you don’t hope for too much, but let yourself hope for one thing, it might actually happen."

"it’s not the big gestures that we do for other people that help us grow up, but the small choices you make for yourself."

"friends talk to each other, but real friends listen."

"being what other people want you to be is just a sword hanging over your head."

"i am a continuation. that's what history is about."

"ladies and gentlemen, i have achieved time travel!"

"being good at sports is just a matter of physics."

"don't you mess up america's most favorite thing with america's least favorite thing!"

"not everyone lives for theories and numbers."

"that's right, i lied right in yo face!"

"oh, yeah, we don't have walls... i told you we needed walls!"

[about-the-two-of-us]

Im not sure if I ever told you about this girl that goes to class with me, she is so cute! I have a little platonic crush on her, she uses goth style clothing and it looks so good on her!

Today I lent her my charger because her phone was dying, and when she returned it to me she smiled and her finger accidentally grazed with mine

Im gonna go insane and explode

[that1fangirrl]

mother nature-chapter two

The room was definitely spinning. And the air in Melanie’s lungs was escaping at a rapid pace. The officers she had met 2 weeks ago were finally back with more information. Reese walked the shaking girl to the interrogation room, trying her best to calm the younger woman. Melanie felt like she was back in school, being called into the principal’s office. As she sat and waited for the officers to enter, she began to pick at the skin on her thumbs. Her mind was completely numb. “What if the blood really was someone else’s? What if I actually am a stone cold murderer? Oh god, I’m gonna be put on trial and get the death penalty.” “Sorry about the wait Ms Rivera. We had to discuss a few more things before we came here. How are you feeling today?” Officer Scott. Tall guy, dark brown hair, and bright blue eyes. He was the officer that found her the night of the “incident”. He was kind and soft-spoken when speaking to her. She found him oddly comforting, even with her mind feeling as if it were going to explode. “I’m fine, and you? It’s been a while since I heard from you and your partner.” “I’m doing alright, thank you. And I deeply apologize for having you wait here so long. We’ve been running a ton of tests and trying to find more evidence. Which has been nearly slim to none.” A shaky breath escaped Melanie’s lips. “How could that be possible? No one can just kill and clean it up within 5 minutes.” “Shocking, isn’t it?” Another man walks into the room. Officer Hal. The guy was a complete contrast to “Sweet, calm Scott.” He always had a strong smell of musky cologne that burned Melanie’s eyes when he’d walk by. His hair was a light brown, nearly a dirty blond, but not quite. He was extremely intimidating. Even his eyes looked like they could burn someone with one blink. Not to mention,he always seemed pissed off at Melanie for some reason. Last week, when she had a small check in with him, he had accused the small girl of doing drugs. Which was later corrected by a drug test he had done. She did admit to smoking weed, but only to calm her nerves and help her sleep. And even then, she told the two of them that she started sobering up at the beginning of the month.

 “What’s shocking?” She asks, making direct eye contact with Hal. “No evidence. No blood in the area that matches the blood on your clothes. It’s almost like you weren’t even there. Care to explain that.” He pulls out his chair and takes a seat next to Officer Scott. “Let’s not talk about that just yet, Hal. We have to explain other things first.” He takes a deep breath, before continuing with a softness in his eyes. “So good news or bad news, first?” Melanie mutters quietly, “bad, I guess.” She always believed the bad news should come first because the good news can at least distract you for a little bit in the moment. “Well, like Officer Hal said, we weren’t able to find any evidence. And our tests have been completely unsuccessful.” “Hmm. And why is that? Is that something to do with me or something else?” “It means we’ll have to look even harder. Get more information out of others. I’m thinking, we even contact your friends and family to get “the real story.”” Hal’s eyes pierced into Melanie’s as he spat at her. “What “real story”? I told you everything. I don't even know how I got there in the first place. How can you just accuse me of something I know I never did. And you can’t say it was drugs, cause you sat there and watched me pull my pants down to give you the sample you needed. If I was gonna swap my pee for someone else’s, you would’ve seen me do it. So forgive me for being so damn confused as to what else I could possibly do for you here.” The table under the three of them began to rumble softly. Melanie’s pupils grew in size. Officer Scott clears his throat, bringing the girl’s attention back to the conversation. “Melanie, listen. I’m gonna be honest, your story does sound a bit like how you told it the first time. I- excuse me, we aren’t accusing you of anything. We want you to be free as well, but we can’t do that unless we have some type of evidence that would show you are indeed innocent.” Melanie nodded. “Okay, can I just get the good news now? All of this is a bit much.” Officer Scott nods as he gets up to walk towards the door. “I know you have been trying to call one of your friends to come and visit you. Reese said you weren’t able to get anyone on the line for you. So I went into our database and found your friend.” “What?” 

Jessica Jones, Melanie’s best friend who she had only met 5 years ago. The two had bumped into each other when Melanie was out risking her life trying to help a woman who was being mugged. Jessica stepped in to help and since then the two kept in touch. You never know when you might need someone like Jessica. Jessica worked as a PI and it always came in handy for the both of them. Unfortunately, the two started to become a little distant when Jessica started taking up more “clients”. Melanie never questioned her choices in work. “If that’s how she wants to live, then she should do what feels right to her.”

“Hey Bubbles, long time no see.” Jessica turns to the officer by the door. “Your work here is done. Thanks for keeping her alive, but we’ve got this covered.” Officer Hal stands, “Excuse me. Unless you’re her lawyer, you can’t just take over this case.” “Exactly. That’s why I brought her lawyers with me. Now if you’ll excuse us.” She makes a ‘shoo’ motion with her hands. With a huff, Officer Hal pushes past her, not before sending a glare towards Melanie. Officer Scott turns to Melanie, “You’re in good hands now. If you need me, just ask Reese for my number. Stay out of jail and good luck, kid.” She sends him a smile and a nod. Jessica sits down next to Melanie. “Jail? Wow. I never thought I’d ever see you in a place like this.” “Cut the crap. What’s going on? Why’d you tell him I had a lawyer? Cause I can assure you I do not.” Two men walk into the room and take their seats across the women. “Well you do now. Nice to meet you Ms Rivera.” Melanie eyes the two of them. The one on the left has dirty blond hair and a smile that seemed genuine. The other one was noticeably blind, red shades and a walking stick making it blatantly obvious. Other than that his hair was dark and well kept, with a nice amount of stubble lining his jaw that stopped slightly before his adams apple. The two of them seemed like a bizzaro version of the two men who had just left the room, but nice nonetheless.“These are the guys I told you about that one time. Nelson and Murdock. They’re lawyers. When I got the call that you were in jail, I figured I’d give them a call to get you out of here. Cause knowing you, you’re in here for false reasons. Right?” Melanie nods. She remembers when Jessica had first told her about them. They helped take down Wilson Fisk, get Frank Castle out of the slammer and other stuff. She had never met them personally, but the things in the paper about them was a good enough reference to her.  “So, where do we start?” Melanie leaned forward on the table. “Am I getting out of here?” Foggy nods his head, pulling out a folder. “We already spoke to the chief and he backs up that you can’t be held here for this long if they can’t find enough evidence on you. It’s unfair to have you here if they can’t. We also heard from Officer Scott that they did some tests on you as well. Which if we see here, only Officer Hal was in the room for that. Which makes it seem like he was looking for a reason to take you down. You also didn’t consent to that, so the whole operation was done illegally.” Melanie nods along to everything he says. Everything that Officer Hal had put her through felt like hell. He was constantly rough with her, unnecessarily rude, and the tests were just the cherry on top. “They took my blood too. Did he say that?” Matt’s ears perk at this statement. Why would they do that? Unless they were trying to see if the blood matched hers, they have no reason to do so. “Was that documented?” Melanie shakes her head, “Not that I know of. He told me it was normal protocol to do so. That in alleged homicides, they have to take blood samples every other day from everybody involved.” “Well that’s not entirely true. Unless they were scanning to see if the blood was a match to yours. But in this case, it should’ve been your fingerprints. Especially since you weren’t with anyone else.” Melanie nods. “That bastard did all those tests for nothing? How can someone just get away with that?” Melanie’s eyes pricked with tears. One falls down her cheek, hitting the floor with a loud thump in Matt’s ears. She was being given unfair treatment and no one even batted an eye at it.

[aramastus]

Love within Chatper 3

(this much longer one) The next morning Chase is in the shower when feels movement in his stomach. He gets out, turns the water off, dries off and gets dressed, and enters the kitchen poking his belly "Hey sweetheart you're hungry?"Mia yawns "Ya…I always am…don't get a lot of food" Mia squeaked as his stomach tightened around her. She felt light-headed and she pulled up a word that hurt somewhat. She closes her eyes until she sees light and she falls out onto something dry and a bit rough under her. Chase " Sorry about that, it was a bit rough, not something I've done a lot, anyways dry off while I cook us some food."Mia used a thing she fell to dry off. It was a very large towel but looked too small for Chase. She jumps when she hears a sizzling noise "Ah!" Chase turns and looks at her confused'' you alright love?" Mia `` w..hay that sounds! Something exploded??"Chase blinked a few times confused" Um no it's just eggs in the pan" moved on so she can see.Mia "Oh... .wait, I thought you ate humans??"Chase " I do but I can eat normal stuff so it just helps me go longer without eating people. I have once every week or so" Mia " You giants are so complicated" sitting down and looking around. "So any thought about what plan to do with me?"Chase "Well for now I'm gonna feed you, otherwise not really. Don't start with asking to die crap again I'm doing it."Mia sighs " I won't….I owe you my life so you do what you want with" Chase wasn't expecting that one. "Good you understand then"  he goes back to cooking.They don't say anything else until the food is done...Mia poked a yellow fluffy thing on the plate "This is food??? It was eggs. Why is it like this?Chase raises a brow " It's an omelet I'm guessing you guys don't make them just try it"Mia pokes it more times before taking a bite. her eyes light up and shove as much as can fit in her mouth.Chase "Whoa slow don't it not going anywhere" taking a bite. By the time Chase had taken his second bite Mia was groaning and lying down." ate too much I see I told you to slow down"Mia " My stomach hurts…..I'm tired…" she whinedChase "Ya you’re overfull from eating too much and probably food coma". Mia rolls onto her side groaning "If being full is painful I don't wanna be full ever again" Chase "Not full, overfull you ate much" She never was full before he wondered. Damn, humans must have worked harder than he thought. But if that is the case, why would it be so harsh to each other's strength in numbers?After they chase the left mic on the counter to go change into his suit for work. He walks back into the kitchen and sighs "Did she run off?" As I reached out, I pet a white cat with orange paws. Mia pokes her head out from under the cat's tail "Why would I run? I told you I owe you my life. This fluffy cat come and sat on me making loud noises telling me it wanted pets'' Chase laughs as seen before just a mess of blonde hair mixed with white fluffy. " Wait, you said she told you she wanted pets?" Scratch the cat's chins.Mia looks away "Umm…ya, I can understand animals. Tho not many people believe me" Chase ' Why would they not? I mean I'm a demon talking to animals is not uncommon, I mean there are beast races and understanding and talking to animals" he moved the cat off Mia. The cat hissed at Chase as he lifts her "Oh shush socks you can lay on poor girl all day" Mia giggled as she heard the cat sassy back at Chase. Chase looks at Mia `` do I want to know what she said?". Mia " She said she can and you can't stop her if she runs off with me I'm her new friendChase smiles a bit "Oh" that going to be an issue when I eat then" placing his hand down on the counter near Mia.Mia " Oh I'm going back to your belly? Walking onto his hand.  Chase blinks, she doesn't sound upset, more just asking "Yes I work today and I'd rather not risk you Running off. And until I can get you to register as my human pet this weekend. I know it is not ideal for you" Mia pats his thumb as he curls up so she doesn't fall "No it ok ... .my life is yours and…it is not that bad. At least last night was not. Tho it kinda boring cans I can't see"Chase: " Can I fix that? Do you know what an iPad is?" Mia looked very confused "Eh what?" Chase goes into how to use one and how it works as picks up his of the living table and shrinks it to mia size. Mia jumps and is wide-eyed" You can shrink things???? Can I group them??"Chase was surprised at how excited she suddenly got because she did not send a lot of the world or well his world " I can shrink anything not living with ease, people on the other hand but harder. No, I can only grow things back to their original size not bigger" Mia looked disappointed. Was she wanting to be his size? Chase wonder. "Alright love back to my belly I've got head to work '' Chase placed her feet into his mouth. Mmmm as shallow as her thighs. She was salty like a pretzel and tasted much better with our dirt. He was lost in her taste until she squirmed. Causing me shallow hard again pulling her up to his belly into his throat. A lump had started to form in that. He wanted to taste her longer but he works. One last forceful shallow and Mia was descending now down to his depth. Once he felt her weight in his belly he sighs and pats her middle.Around lunchtime, Chase pokes his midsection "Mia you awake?" Mia jumps dropping the iPad on her face "Ow…..ya….why?" She had been watching an intense movie, and chase scared her.Chase "You alright love?" Poking his stomach.  Mia `` oh ya just dropped the iPad on my face '' Chase stopped himself from laughing. "It's lunchtime I order some food I will let you out when gets here" Mia honestly had forgotten about food. She was still full for an omelet this morning. She never had so much food before. "I'm not hungry," she says.Chase raise a brow " You know if you want to stay in there you can just say don't need to say you're not hungry" he knows she was telling the truth but he had to tease her. He full he sits up fast "That's not it! I'm not hungry!" Chase laughs causing Mia to fall on her side." Aww are you saying my stomach is not good enough?" Mia "What that's not what I said ... .wait…" Chase roars into laughter making Mia bounce up and down " Oh so do you like it in my belly?" Mia was so embarrassed. But he was not wrong. This was much nicer than her room at the clan or when she had slept in the woods.  She never thought she'd find a giant belly a comfort. Chase "Mia? Are you still there?"Mia `` oh ya…sorry zoned out. But I guess it is. It's not bad…it one-places I've been sucked in'' Chase damn the stomach of a giant man was a nice place what had this little lady been through "I will just put food up we can have it for dinner" Mia settled back down in her corner watching the show again.Chase groaned as knocked at his office "Come in" a fairly skinny male with slick black hair in a white undershirt with a black tie and black pants. Opened the door" Sorry Mr. McCallum there is someone on line 2 who demanded to speak with the owner of The WindRun farms".Chase "Very well I will handle it, Shawn, “ picked up the phone. Listen to this woman yell he can't even understand what she is saying. He holds the phone but from his ear. "Hello???? Anyone there!?"Chase "Yes Miss I'm here I was waiting for you to get done talking I'm Chase McCallum you asked to speak to me"  As Chase started to sigh he fell too small hands Rubbing his inside he let out a little laugh thankful he had muted him. He placed one hand on his stomach.  He spent the last four hours of the day on a call with this raving mad woman. She was complaining that the apples were out of season and demanded to chase a nymph to grow her apples.  

Chase knew people were nuts but this was insane. The whole thing with WindRun was it was a natural growth. No magic was used. He finally hangs up the phone. Chase was exhausted from dealing with this woman. Mia " Are you ok?" Poking his stomach walls.Chase "No but I will be just insane woman and didn't want to listen to a word I said, thank you for the belly rubs they were nice while having to deal with that cracks head"Mia "...it was not a big deal" She had never really been thanked before so it was a new warm feeling.Chase " alright love I'm tired so your gonna have to eat your dinner in there when we get home I'm tried to spit you out and will probably pass out as soon as I lay down"Mia "That's ok….I can just wait to eat until tomorrow I've gone a while without eating before it's no deal I don't wanna be trouble for you"Chase clutches his stomach around her "Hey it is not a problem and you need to eat" he knows life for humans was rough but this seemed kinda insane.Chase rolled over looking at the clock. It was 9 am. He was more tired than he thought. Good thing he doesn't work Saturday. He slowly sat and felt something hit the front of his stomach "Oh right she still in there, Mia?" He was not used to having living humans for so long. But he didn't hate the feeling, it was quite nice. Mia didn't reply to him, he went to get ready for the day taking a shower, brushing his hair, etc. By the time he was done he felt her move and hers a yawn.Mia "Good morning…I think?" Laughs she has no idea I'd night or day she'd have to check the iPad…switch she has no idea where she put it. Well in Chase somewhere 

Chase pats his stomach "Yes it's morning love" next thing Mia knows she was being worked back up Chase's throat it was still rough but faster this time as flops out into cloth. Starts drying herself off. Sock jumps up on the counter and tries to steal Mia but Chase picks her up "We will be back later you can hang out then" then cat hiss at Chase and walks off. Mia "Wow she is not happy with you. She says you're hogging me". Chase "Well you are mine after all hurry up we're going grab some food on the way to pet registration"Mia dried her hair "Oh ya you said something about you guys keeping humans as pets? Also, what's the point of this registration??" Standing up stretching. 

Chase picks her up and drops her in a shirt pocket " Yes some of us do too. And give you more rights and safety, if you're my human pet you can't be eaten or hurt just cause someone or I want to. And if I mistreat you they will take you away and give you to better home"Mia " Wait, you won't be able to eat me anymore??" ConfusedChase laughs and pats her head with one finger " Don't worry love you will end in my belly, I mean like how I eat humans as food" Mia " Ah that's not what I meant…" Blushing dumb jerk she thinks to herself with a small smile.Mia was overwhelmed by the giant world passing by on the car ride to registration. So many things and all kinds of giants. She almost fell out of Chase's pocket trying to get to the window. Thankfully Chase noticed and caught her.As they enter the building Mia saw other humans with little coolers or necklaces leaving with giants. Somewhere happy others looked ready to kill someone. Mia slid down into Chase's pocket. This was all new and a lot was taken in. 

Chase patted his Pocket.Chase " I'm here to register a human pet" pokes Mia "It alright love come out" Mia pokes her head out. The woman behind the counter smiled gently "it ok no one here will hurt you" Mia looks up at Chase who gives her a soft smile. Chase fills out all the paperwork and Mia can't understand anything on paper.  The worker Chase gives a small collar to put on Mia.