#but my girlfriend is more open about it / i can mask better i guess

[goldenlockslo]

went on another tags rant bc i am still angry 😃

love when my best friend and housemate sending me messages bitching about my girlfriend to me by accident instead of one of her friends :)))

[slytherinshua]

PAMPERING

genre. fluff. period comfort. warnings. mentions of cramping. pairing. vernon x fem!reader. wc. 1k. a/n. bro this period has been like 💀 cramps are insane 😭 hopefully this comforts whoever else is suffering rn (like me) mom i want a vernon ☝️

“Are you cramping?” Vernon guessed, watching you walk through the door and absolutely crash on the couch next to him. 

You nodded, masking the pain you were experiencing as you decompressed from the exhaustion of the day. It was hard to be patient with the amount of moodiness that came with your cycle, and that certainly didn’t help you when it came to your job. Your emotions were all over the place, and it took all your willpower to not break down crying right then and there. You felt so tense and uncomfortable.

“You made it through the day. You can relax now.”

“No, I can’t. Seungkwan invited us both to a party, remember? We have…” You checked your phone for the time, groaning when you saw it, “30 minutes before we have to be in the car. It’s a 20 minute drive.”

“Babe.” Vernon muttered, pulling you to his chest, pressing a short kiss to your temple, “There’s absolutely no way I would choose going to a party over taking care of my girlfriend.”

“You RSVP’d, though.” You whispered.

“Yeah? And you’re in pain. So, no way.” He kissed your nose and stood up, making his way to different parts of the house to get all the things he needed to properly take care of you. 

Vernon had learned a lot of new things about himself when he started dating you. First of which was that he liked taking care of you. He liked giving, and he liked seeing you receive the love you deserved. He never hesitated to take the best care of you only because he enjoyed it.

He had never thought of himself as a selfless person, but before you, he never had a person to give himself to. He never thought he would get into a relationship before he met you. Dating was far from his top priority, and he had never experienced what it felt like to be in love. But as soon as he met you, he had fallen so hard. He loved every little thing about you. 

To him, you were perfect. 

He now understood why humans obsessed over love, why they spent their entire lives seeking it out and cherishing it. Every second he spent with you was timeless, and he had learned to cherish every day he got to spend with you.

Those included the bad days, like today. On bad days, Vernon was determined to do everything in his power to make your day just a little better.

He was back by your side quickly, placing a box of things on the coffee table and crouching down to be at eye level with you. He held out his arms and you gave him a confused look.

“What?”

“Come on. I’ll carry you to bed.” He smiled.

“Vernon!” You curled up a bit, hiding your flushed face behind your hands, “I can manage to make it up the stairs.”

“You’ve had a long day, come on.” He coaxed you until you opened your eyes again, peeking up at him. In one swift motion he scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. It was a quick trip up the stairs and within a minute he was gently placing you back down, making sure your head lay comfortably on the pillows.

You shrinked at the feeling of another painful cramp spiking and Vernon frowned. He adjusted the pillows, making sure they were fluffed to your liking and comfortable enough. 

“Y/n, rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10.” He instructed, tone completely serious.

“Is this really necessary?” You questioned as Vernon handed you a warm heating pad to place over your stomach.

“Just do it, babe.”

You thought for a moment, “I guess maybe a 4?”

“Are you sure? I heard women often downplay the pain they experience on their period.” He quipped, “I’ll take your 4 to be a 6.”

“Vernon, what about your work? Didn’t you say you were going to finish something today?” You suddenly recalled a conversation you had with him this morning. He had definitely said he needed to finish a project by the end of today.

“Y/n, I told you already, you’re more important to me than work. Today, I just want to take care of you, okay?” He told you, brushing some hair away from your forehead and tucking it behind your ear. “Chamomile tea is supposed to help ease cramping, so I put the kettle on. It should be ready in 5 minutes. You’ll drink it, right?”

You smiled bashfully, “Thank you…”

“I can dash to the store to get some chocolate… or we could watch a drama? Anything you want.” His mouth curved up at the sight of your smile and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

You really had everything you could have asked for. Snuggled cozily under the covers with a heat pad, a cup of tea and chocolate bar, one of those slice-of-life smalltown k-dramas playing in the background, and most importantly, your boyfriend to cuddle with.

“You’re setting the standard too high, you know?” You mumbled into Vernon’s chest, feeling drowsier by the second. You had been lying there with him for over an hour, content to just breathe in the scent of his cologne on his hoodie and relax until you finally got tired enough to sleep. “If we ever break up, my next partner won’t even be able to compare to you.”

“Good thing we’re not breaking up then.” He replied, pausing his scrolling on his phone to glance down at you when you didn’t say anything. Vernon observed that you were already half-asleep by your deepened breath, and he laughed softly at the thought that you probably didn’t hear what he said. He quietly turned off the k-drama and pressed a kiss to the top of your head— more than willing to let you sleep curled up next to him for however long you needed.

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[keerysfreckles]

comfort - peter parker

tom!peter x reader (or could be any peter)

warnings: kissing, mention of how peter got hurt, use of y/n, she/her pronouns

a/n: hi! this is my first peter parker blurb so it might not be the best, but pls if you have any recs you can submit them in the questions part of my account<3

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y/n knew dating peter parker had it's pros and cons. some pros being that he remembers a lot of little details about her, and how he's able to make her day ten times better by just entering the room she's in. however the biggest con she has to deal with is knowing he's out fighting crime, risking his life and getting hurt almost every night.

y/n hates seeing peter hurt, physically and emotionally. seeing him cry during movies even makes her heart sad for the boy.

tonight was no different than every saturday night for the girl. she was working on fixing one of peter's masks that had gotten a hole in it.

patters of rain could be heard from outside, hitting y/n's window. this didn't help the fact that she couldn't hear peter tapping on her window, waiting for her to unlock it.

looking up, y/n noticed peter's presence and finally opened her window. she smiles, happy to see her boyfriend.

"hi pete," she says softly, watching as he enters her dimly lit room.

peter mutters back a small hello, the action makes y/n look down to his hand covering a part of his torso.

y/n gasps lightly, "oh my gosh, are you alright?" she carefully moves his hand away from his body, causing him to let out a small hiss, "baby what happened?"

"i was coming back from patrolling and there was a mugger guy, i guess, by the deli and i must have not answered him the way he wanted me to," he badly explains as y/n leads him to her queen size bed.

"did the police show up? or did anyone see? she questions, concern filling her body as she walks to her bathroom, getting the first aid kit.

peter shook his head no, watching y/n get supplies.

y/n sat down on her bed by peter, already getting flustered by the question she's about to ask. "can you," she pauses, "can you take," she pauses again, getting quiter the second time.

this causes peter to sit up slightly, ignoring the stinging feeling in his abdomen. "having trouble y/n?"

y/n blushes, then looks down at the first aid kit in her lap. peter chuckles at y/n's flustered state. "you've seen me without a shirt on before you know," he replies, as he takes off the top part of his spider-man suit, leaving him in just the spandex pants.

y/n turns to face her boyfriend better, and to also get a better look at the giant cut in his side. "god pete, this is a bad one."

y/n starts cleaning and wiping around the wound, causing peter to take in a sharp breath and looking anywhere but the cut. y/n keeps mumbling out "sorry's as she's taking care of the gash, feeling bad for making peter feel more pain.

"are you almost done?" peter asks, gripping tightly on y/n's bed sheets, the pain becoming more intense. y/n nods, before placing a gauze strip over the wound.

she leans over and kisses peter's cheek, then gets up to put the medical supplies away. peter lays down on her bed, not noticing his girlfriend came back into the room.

y/n can't help but stare at peter. even in his injured state, she still finds him irresistibly beautiful. his brown hair falling so perfectly onto his forehead. his hand under his head, his arm almost begging to be laid on by y/n.

"y/n," peter whines, "can you come lay with me?"

y/n immediately answers his question as she turns off the lights in her room and lays doen next to peter. he turns to face his favorite girl, and places his face into her neck, kissing her skin softly. "missed you today," he incoherently mumbles.

y/n giggles slightly, while running her fingers through his hair, "i missed you too babe, spider-man loves stealing my boyfriend all day."

peter looks up at y/n. "what?" she asks, confuded by peter's loving stare.

"you are so beautiful," he breathes out, causing y/n to blush again. she kisses his forehead gently, as he curls up against her, wrapping his hands around her waist.

the two would lay like this frequently after peter finished a day of patrolling. it brought a sense of comfort to the boy, having his love in his arms while she holds onto him. he could lay with y/n all day if he could.

"y/n," he says into the dark room. "yes?" dhe answers, not opening her eyes as she's beginning to fall asleep.

peter picks his head up again off of y/n, having his face right in front of hers. being oblivious to the boy, y/n still has her eyes closed.

even though the pair have been dating for a while, peter still gets nervous when it comes to kissing y/n.

quickly, peter places his lips onto hers. instantly y/n'd eyes widen slightly, before closing at the comfort of her boyfriend.

the kiss intensifies slowly when y/n's hande move to peter's neck, while his hands stay firmly at her hips, his nails almost creating marks into the girls skin.

all that could be heard was the heavy breathing and fast heartbeats of the two teens in the room.

y/n suddenly feels something she hasn't felt before in the relationship with peter. she continues kissing him, before things can get too heated she pulls away so the two can take a breath.

"peter, i love you," y/n shakily states.

shock overcomes peter's face, instantly making y/n regret her words.

out of embarrassment y/n gets up off her bed to go into the living room, but is stopped when she feels a sticky web-like substance grip onto her wrist.

she turns, seeing peter sitting up a little on her bed.

"i love you too, y/n," peter responds, causing the two to have smiles break out on their faces.

peter pulls at the web slightly, making y/n come back to her bed, being stood in front of peter who's now sitting on the edge of her bed. she's placed in between his thighs, looking down at him.

she leans down and kisses him again, feeling his hand reach up to touch her jaw.

they both wished this is how their weeknds always went, just under different circumstances.

[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Cruel intentions | chapter twenty-four

summary: peter's worried sick, you can't even look at him.

warnings: violence and it's triggering please be careful while you read this.

listen to: Back to black - Amy Winehouse | Favorite crime - Olivia Rodrigo |This is me trying - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

word count: 1.7 k

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Peter frowned as soon as he entered your room through your window. You weren’t there like you’d told him. He’d been dealing with the police for a few hours, trying to make the incident on the rooftop as amiable as he could. They didn’t quite understand how the crater in the cement floor got there, they were highly suspicious of Peter but he argued that it was something that happened because of the other criminals that got away. He knew that they couldn’t know about you. As far as they were aware, you’d stopped avenging for some time now and you were partying again. 

They let him go after a few questions. He was exhausted, as he swing from building to building, he could only think about you and your smile. He couldn’t wait to kiss you and cuddle next to you. He knew that you were tired too, he knew that you felt heavy, he could feel it on the back of his head. He believed that being next to you would make it all better. 

He wanted to make it all better. And yet, when he reached Stark Tower, you were nowhere to be seen. Peter watched his watch, you’d said that you would be there. It’d been over two hours, you should be there. He quickly tapped his earpiece twice. 

“Karen, can you tell me where my girlfriend is?” Peter asked. He felt his heart thudding a bit faster at the word. Girlfriend. He hadn’t asked you yet, he even wondered if he should. He felt like you were together already, he knew he wanted to make it official but he knew that you weren’t into big gestures so he wondered if he should even bring it up. 

“Ms. Stark asked for her location to be private,” the AI answered.

Peter’s features creased with concern. 

“What do you mean?”

“HAPPY has her location blocked,” Karen answered as if explaining it better would make Peter’s uneasy feeling go away. 

“Connect me to HAPPY,” Peter asked as he took off his mask and walked towards your desk. He tapped the small holographic machine two times and a hologram appeared in front of him. Your main network should’ve popped up, you’d let him use it so many times before. Now, just a big word appeared. ‘ACCESS FORBIDDEN’. 

“Mr. Parker?” the voice of your AI rumbled through your room but Peter could barely hear it. His heart was the only thing he could hear, how fast it was beating. He could feel a single drop of sweat falling from his forehead. 

Peter was sure that he entered what he could only guess was a sort of anxiety attack. He fought with an AI for god sake. He didn’t recall how much time he’d asked HAPPY for your location and the AI refusing to give it to him. He wondered if Tony could hear him, he wondered if Pepper was listening too. He felt embarrassed for a second until he recalled they were in the cabin for the weekend. 

For some reason, it only concerned him more. No one really knew where you were, if you’d been kidnapped, if you were being tortured. Anything could possibly be happening to you and Peter couldn’t keep you safe. 

Suddenly, your doorknob moved. Eyes wide open as you entered your room, your eyes puffing from crying, face tainted with tears, red cheeks. Peter frowned slightly at seeing you like this, he knew you weren’t feeling well but this was completely different. 

“Where have you been?”

You swallowed harshly as you closed the door. 

“I…”

You didn’t finish, you couldn’t be bothered with it. You sighed as you placed the heel of your hand on your eyes before you walked towards your bed. Your chest felt heavy and tight, you wondered if you were going to have another anxiety attack. 

“I’ve been worrying sick,” He snapped, and you winced in return. “It’s three a.m. and I was about to call your father,” Peter continued. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Peter,” you began but he quickly cut you off, you saw how his jaw twitched. 

“What are you hiding?” 

Your eyes lingered on Peter. You watched his chocolate curls, the caramel eyes slightly tinted with red. It made your throat tighter, seeing him like this. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve held him and told him that you knew everything about Harry, that you both needed to arrest him as soon as possible. That everything would be over. 

But you did know better. 

You looked down, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath. The guilt felt like it was choking you, making your throat tighter and tighter by the second. “Peter, I-” you began, your voice trembling. 

Peter’s hair on the back of his neck rose quickly, he felt his surroundings moving at a horrible place, only you remained still. He could feel everything, his senses reacting to something that was coming. “What’s happening with you-” 

“I want to break up with you,” you finally spat out.

You didn’t dare to look at him. You couldn’t.

Peter felt as if all of the air in the room had been sucked out. “What?” he asked in a helpless whisper. He thought he heard something wrong. He thought that he might be hallucinating but as you finally raised your head to gaze at him, he understood he hadn’t.

“I thought that,” you couldn’t word your thoughts coherently as you wiped your tears silently with the back of your hands. “Harry and I, we,”

Peter scoffed. He wanted to go and sit next to you, he was craving it, his fingers moving impatiently against his thigh. He couldn’t, though. “Were you together this whole time?” he asked. 

“No,”

“You were with him before you came here?”

The air turned heavy, heavier than before. His eyes never left yours as you squirmed under his glare. You wanted to run, run away from him as you’d done before but you stood there. You simply accommodate yourself, clasping your fingers together on your lap instead. 

“Yes, but I,”

“So, you’re telling me that you lied to me about coming here so you could see him?”

You felt hot and wounded, you couldn’t control the tears that spilled. You couldn’t tell him what you were doing there, you would put him at risk if after this he went there alone. “Peter, I wanted it to work. I wanted you but I can’t,” you said. “We can’t be together, I,”

“You don’t possibly mean that,” Peter replied, giving a step forward. Only then, you realized that tears were flowing from his caramel eyes, they were red and angry. 

It made your heart beat harder in your chest. The fact that he could see right through you, the way you couldn’t possibly lie to him. It was suffocating, the way that he knew you. 

And yet, deep down, you knew he didn’t. 

“I’m not good for you, can’t you see it?” you finally barked. “I hurt people, I hurt everyone and I use them and I don’t care about it. I destroy lives because I don’t feel good about mine and I…” the tears blurred your vision. Here goes nothing. “I wanted to destroy yours so I could make my life better. I was supposed to sleep with you so I could become an Avenger again,”

Peter frowned for a moment and suddenly it clicked in his head. He felt his chest-beating wildly. You wanted to vomit as you saw on his face how it dawned on him what you were confessing. 

That was it. You lost him. You took a shaky breath Peter gazed at you. You looked more sorrowful than ever. He knew that you had to be wrong, there’s no way you could’ve faked the relationship with him. His senses were in peril, he felt like static was overwhelming his entire body.

You were in love. 

“You’re shaking,” he whispered. You didn’t answer, you hadn’t even realized it yourself. Peter called your name again but you didn’t answer as you stared at your shaky hands. 

He leaned forward but you quickly pulled back. 

“I didn’t want you,” you lied. “And you, you need to leave, now,”

Peter shook his head, trying to take your hand, to touch you. If he touched you then everything would be fine, he knew it. You pulled away again, though. You couldn’t bare it, you would crack. Exhausted you removed yourself from the bed, closing your eyes as you gritted your teeth. 

“I know you’re lying if you just,” Peter pleaded but you didn’t budge. 

“Leave, Peter, please,” you said as you hugged yourself, hoping it would be enough for you to stop shaking, to stop sobbing. 

Peter didn’t listen to you. He stood up and chased after you, a fresh wave of tears falling from his face. He needed you, he loved you. You needed to understand how much, maybe if he held you, maybe things could be different. This wasn’t you. He knew you. He knew the good and the bad, he’d seen you. He was seeing you. 

“No, don’t touch me,” you protested as your chest ached, your throat hoarse from crying and your burst of emotion. Peter didn’t listen as he walked closer to you. “Don’t touch me,” but he didn’t listen.

Peter held your wrist. Firmly. He wanted to pull you in but you simply trashed against him, he was too strong to let go but he barely managed to put his arm on your waist because, with a swift movement, you charged against Peter with your left palm, slapping him, harshly. 

The tension popped for a second. You could’ve sworn that you could only hear your poor heartbeat, everything aching, your palm tingly to the sensation and Peter looking right before letting go of you. His jaw was set, his normally calm caramel eyes now turned stormy, and he was breathing deeply. 

And you knew it, at that second, it was over.

Peter gave a step back, bowing his head for a moment as you stood there, frozen in the same position. Not daring to say anything, barely breathing, your insides turning, your heart collapsing as you could see in Peter’s eyes that you’d broken him. 

It was broken. 

“You’re a coward,” Peter stated after what felt like an eternity, holding your gaze. “You’re a fucking coward,”

He didn’t say anything else, he passed by you before jumping out the window. He didn’t look back, and before you knew it, a sob ripped through your chest. 

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[simpforchuchu]

hi! I was thinking do you make mercy's oneshot or anything? If you do then can you make something like reader find him at suzuran just because he forgot their date? I really can't find mercy's oneshot or fic now but if you can suggest one it'll be better. Thank you 😄

Mercy x reader | He forgot your date

a/n: Hii! I guess i didn't see one shots for Mercy. People usually writes for Raoh or Binzo... So i dont know :/ But here is your request, it is not very long and i couldnt find so many details but i hope you like it :')���️

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: fluff

"Huh? I was right!"

When Magoroku yelled at Binzo, Binzo yelled at him too.

"Huh!? Were you right?"

Mashii felt his headache start to increase. It was a normal day for them.Binzo and Magoroku would fight over something ridiculous, yell at each other, and Mashii would have to stop them both, as would soon be.

Since they were both acting like children, they would prefer to listen to someone more mature than them. Mashii already knew that the two of them would not fight seriously.No matter how much they fought, if one of them got hurt, the other would burn this city. They just loved to fight...

Mashii couldn't take it anymore and shouted at the two of them.

"Enough!"

When they both fell silent, Kamui grinned under his mask. Binzo and Magoroku might have been stronger than Mashii, but they respected him.

Mashii finally closed his eyes and leaned back with the silence provided. But he opened his eyes again with the shouts he heard from outside.

They all knew there was a problem, so they quickly ran down the stairs and out into the garden.

"Do you think you can just come in here like that?"

The people in Suzuran were shouting at a girl in the garden. Magoroku and Binzo looked at the girl standing in the schoolyard in surprise as the young girl rolled her eyes with an irritated face at the person shouting at her. What was a girl doing in this school?

Mashii's voice broke the confused thoughts of the two of them.

"Y/n?!"

When everyone turned to Mashii, y/n turned to him and waved.

"Heey! When you didn't come, I decided to come!"

Mashii quickly moved towards the young girl and the boy who was shouting at her. He stepped in front of the young girl and called out to Kamui.

"Kamui, go upstairs with y/n. Y/n go with Kamui please."

Without saying a word, the young girl followed the masked boy who showed her the way. Binzo and Magoroku opened the way for them, making sure no one did anything wrong.

Y/n was waiting upstairs with Kamui as Mashii was warning—threatening—the students in Suzuran.

The young girl sat on the sofa on the roof and looked at the masked boy who was watching the door.

"It's Kamui, isn't it ? Are you Takehiko's friend?"

Kamui silently nodded his head. Unlike the others, he knew that this girl was Mashii's girlfriend. But he didn't know what to talk about. Besides, what was she doing in Suzuran?

After a while, when Mashii and the other two entered through the door, y/n stood up and smiled.Mashii looked quite nervous.

"Y/n, is there a problem? Why did you come here? I told you it was a dangerous school."

After Mashii's voice sounded more worried than angry, y/n reached for his hand and smiled

"Don't worry, nothing happened. I was worried that something had happened to you. You forgot that we have a date today, right?"

As Binzo and Magoroku looked at the pair in surprise, Mashii opened his eyes wide at the words. And when he remembered that the young girl was right, he closed his eyes and cursed himself a little.

"I...sorry. I totally forgot. I'm really sorry."

Y/n smiled and hugged the boy holding her hand tightly. Mashii hugged her too.

"It's okay, I know you're stressful these days. That's why I came here to check if you're okay"

When Mashii nodded and convinced her that he was okay, the duo, who had been watching her silently for a while, finally spoke. Actually, Binzo asked...

"So she's your girlfriend?"

As Mashii and Y/n turned to the puzzled boy, Y/n nodded with a smile.

"Hi, I'm y/n. Nice to meet you."

Binzo and Magoroku bowed too as the young girl bowed a little. While Mashii introduced his friends to the young girl, y/n listened to them with a smile.

"Whatever happens, I don't want you to come here again. You understand why, don't you?"

Y/n nodded and laughed

"Don't worry, if that mean boy had yelled a little more, I could have punched him."

Mashii gave a small laugh and y/n smiled too.

"I'd rather something like this never happen, but I'd be happy if you could protect yourself."

“It would have been exciting to see Y/n-san punching someone.”

Magoroku tapped his head at what Binzo said with a grin.

"Think about how dangerous what you're saying is, idiot. "

When Mashii realized that the two of them were going to start fighting again, he turned to his girlfriend, who was watching them in surprise.

"Do you still want to go on a date?"

Mashii picked up his jacket from the side as Y/n nodded her head with a laugh. When the young girl smiled and waved to the people in the room again, Mashii warned them not to burn the school until he returned and went downstairs....

[ravagedarkness]

Spider-Man: Home Rebuilt, Chapter 33: Guy In The Chair

The call turned out to be a session in and of itself. It wasn’t anything major. It was an introductory session of sorts. But, still, I felt like I was already feeling progress. It wasn’t a lot of progress per se. I guess it was like… a baby learning to stand up.

“Well, let’s start with a bit of an introduction,” Jericho began over the phone. “I know some therapists tend to charge for the intake session, but I tend to give those free of charge for people in a certain line of work.” I had a feeling that the line of work in question was being a costumed hero. “With that said, allow me to introduce myself formally. As you already know, I’m Jericho Drumm. I live New Orleans, Louisiana, but I’m originally from Haiti – Port-au-Prince, to be exact. I still go there pretty regularly. Anyway, I have a bachelor’s degree from Xavier University of Louisiana and a master’s degree and doctorate from Tulane University – all in Psychology. I’m certified by the Louisiana State Board of Examiners of Psychologists. I’ve been in this field for about 13 years now – and yes, that includes the Blip Years. As you can probably guess, business was, for unfortunate reasons, very plentiful.”

I raised my eyebrows briefly. “Yeah,” I commented.

“How about yourself?”

“Well… as you know, I’m Peter Parker. I’m… currently working on my GED. Scott Summers is actually my teacher. I do plan on going to college. MIT is my goal. I’m currently living in Manhattan, but I was born in and spent most of my life in Queens, so I consider that my home borough. Beyond that… I’m a freelance photographer for The Daily Bugle… which is ironic since I’m in a certain line of work, where I work with Scott.” I chuckled. “But, yeah, I think that’s about all I can say for now.”

Jericho made a noncommittal sound. “Okay. And why are you seeking therapy?”

“My girlfriend thinks I need professional help and I agree. I’m… I went through a lot these last few years – especially during the last several months. So… yeah.”

“I see. Have you ever been in therapy before?”

“No.”

“And what are you looking for? What do you expect?”

I was given a bit of pause for a moment. I then sighed. “…I don’t know about expectations. What I do hope for is that… maybe I can get to a point where I don’t feel like everything good in my life isn’t going always to slip away or be taken away from me. …Am I making sense?”

“You are,” Jericho said reassuringly. “Since I think we hit the point where we can’t talk much more without revealing certain details, allow me to tell you how things are going to go. Making appointments will be on you. I understand that life is likely extremely busy for you, so I won’t take it personal if you take a lot of time between appointments – I have clients who have had years between appointments. Anyway, once I get your e-mail, I’ll send you a link so we can video chat. Said link is extremely secure, so feel free to be rather open when we do chat. But, for the sake of safety, I’m heavily encouraging you to use a VPN and make sure you’re in a secure place. Also, confidentiality is a two way street with us. Understood?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good. Now, let’s talk risks and benefits…”

The rest of the day went by as normal. After I made by daily trip to Peter Pan, I went home and gathered my supplies for the study night. Not wanting to risk another encounter with Scorpion, I decided to take an Uber over to MJ’s place.

During the car ride, I sat in the back seat of a yellow Ford Taurus. The driver was listening to a news report on the radio regarding my fight with Scorpion.

“…while no civilians were hurt in the clash, the fight resulted in sizeable property damage, including wrecked cars and a damaged fire hydrant. For better or for worse, the fight between Spider-Man and Scorpion was put to an end when Frictor, another masked vigilante and a member of the group known as the X-Men – which also includes Spider-Man – arrived on the scene and drove Scorpion off with an automatic rifle. Reaction towards the skirmish has been rather polarized on social media. While a lot of people pointed to this fight as another example for the need of The Accords, there has been a lot of pushback from those who believe that Justin Hammer created a problem by making a solution for an issue that didn’t need fixing in the first place…”

The driver sighed as she turned off the radio.

“Serves Scorpion right,” the driver commented, her voice colored with a Jamaican accent.

“I take it you’re not a fan of Scorpion,” I inquired, wanting to make small talk. At that, she scoffed.

“Nah, not even a little bit.” She shook her head. “All Scorpion did was make more trouble. They want to crack down on all of the vigilantes in New York, but they’re the ones helping out in this city. If the government was able to do their job, they would have done so already.” She chuckled. “Besides, Spider-Man has been nothing but good for us. A video ‘proving’ he killed Mysterio is not going to make me think any different.”

I smiled as I looked out the window. “I agree, Miss…”

“Mousie,” she said. I looked up at the rearview mirror to see her gazing back at me. I could tell she was smiling. "Good to see another Spider-Man fan.”

After I was dropped off, I took a moment to give Mousie five stars before I headed up. Once I reached MJ’s door, I knocked on it five times. I lowered my hand and waited. A few moments later, the door opened, revealing MJ on the other side, who was dressed in a black t-shirt with matching sweatpants.

“Hey Dork,” she greeted as she stepped aside.

“Hey Em,” I replied as I walked in. The two of us shared a brief kiss before I started taking off my shoes. “Is Ned here?”

“Yeah, he’s just using the bathroom. We’re set up in the living room, so have a seat.”

I made my way over to the living room. I took a seat on the sofa. On the coffee table was a bowl of nachos, a bowl of queso dip, and two cans of Coca-Cola, along with a couple of textbooks and notebooks. I heard the sound of a fridge opening and closing. I looked over my shoulder to see MJ walking towards me with a can of Coke. She handed the can towards me. I took it graciously.

“Thanks, Em,” I said in earnest.

“Anytime, Loser,” she replied as she took a seat next to me. “So, how was your day?”

“It was… interesting,” I told her. “…There’s a chance I might be in California this upcoming weekend.”

At that this, MJ smiled wryly. “Are you going Hollywood on me?”

I scoffed and shook my head. “No. It’s just… Scott, Craig, and Kitty got a text way early in the morning. There’s a good chance that said text came from Carmilla.”

MJ’s eyebrows furrowed up as she tilted her head. “Who?”

“Carmilla Black. She’s a former X-Men and was actually living with the others about six months before we all met them. And… she’s also Craig’s ex. They had a bit of a falling out. But, the text was written in this code that only Scott, Carmilla, Kitty and Craig know. Craig really wanted to get out there as soon as possible. Problem is the coordinates were in the middle of California’s part of the Sonoran Desert. So, Scott wants to make sure the text is legit before he decides to go out there.”

“Is Craig okay?” MJ asked.

“He will be, I think,” I replied. “He really wants to make sure she’s okay.” I sighed sadly as I remembered the talk Craig and I had on the roof. I then smiled slightly. “On a lighter note, though… I finally found a therapist to talk to.”

“That’s awesome, Loser!” MJ turned in her seat and wrapped her arms around my neck. She pulled me into a tight embrace, which I returned. “Seriously, I’ve been afraid that you’d burn yourself out, with what has been happening recently between you and Scorpion.”

“So was I.” I pulled away a bit, just enough so I could look MJ in the eye. “Fortunately, I had some people save me from my own stupidity.”

At that, MJ scoffed. “We’ll be doing that a lot,” she jested.

“I know you’re joking… but you’re right,” I replied.

“I usually am.” MJ leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine for a brief kiss.

“I’m grateful for that.”

We kissed again. This kiss wasn’t brief. As our lips moved against each other, we both ended up leaning against the backrest and headrest of the sofa. I turned by body, bringing my left knee on the cushion to get more comfortable. Right after that, I got lost in the kiss. I no longer cared about studying. The only thing I cared about at that moment was MJ. The only other thing I was still aware of was the sofa we were on – it could have been picked up by a tornado, and I would neither know nor care.

Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. We both parted and looked towards Ned, who gave us a halfhearted glare.

“I leave you alone for one minute, and you decided to start a make out session with Peter?” he chided MJ. “We’re here to study Trigonometry, not Anatomy!”

From the corner of my eye, I saw MJ pout. “You and Betty make out around me all the time, but I never say anything!” she shot back.

Ned raised his eyebrows as he leaned forward. “Yes you do! You always do! Just yesterday, you asked Betty what my vocal cords taste like! People were around us! They were grossed out!”

“Well maybe next time, you and Betty won’t start a make out session in the middle of the lunch line! The one time I decide to just get lunch from school, I have to see you and Betty trading spit like Pokémon cards!”

“You’re just mad because Peter’s not on campus with you!”

As the two went back and forth, I just watched them. It was a hilarious sight. But it was also relieving and poignant for me. Once again, I was reminded that I had Ned and MJ back in my life. And that made me happy.

Eventually, we did get to studying. We went over Sum and Difference formulas. We spent about three hours on it, not including the snack breaks we took. I made sure to take great notes – I wanted to be able to test into Calculus when I go to college. After the study session, the three of us got settled in for a movie. MJ wanted something dark and broody. Ned wanted something with action. I decided to split the difference by suggesting New Police Story. After we agreed on it, we all sat on the couch. Well, that wasn’t quite true. Ned was leaned up against my right arm. Meanwhile, MJ was curled up on my lap. It was just like the old days, during the time between MJ and I kissing in London and when The Daily Bugle helped Mysterio posthumously expose me.

It was a beautiful time.

However, things came to an end when the phone vibrated in my pocket. I used the remote to pause the movie before I looked down at MJ.

“Sorry, Sweetie, but I need you to move,” I told her apologetically. She moaned in disappointment, but she moved, sitting up and crossing her arms.

“Someone better be dying,” she deadpanned. I chuckled. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. I looked at the cracked screen.

It was Kitty.

I answered the phone and put it to my ear.

“Hello,” I greeted.

“Hey Peter,” she replied. “…Are you alone?”

“No. I’m with Ned and MJ at the moment. Is everything okay?”

“…Sort of. Well, not really. I hit a snag on our group project. I was trying to track down the message we got this morning, but it turns out, the text was sent via e-mail.”

“…Wait, you can do that?” From the corner of my eye, I saw Ned look at me.

“As a matter of fact you can. It’ll take a bit of time, but we’ll figure it out. I just wanted to give you a bit of an update, and…”

“I can help with that,” Ned said aloud.

Kitty was given pause. “Excuse me?”

“Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker,” I stated before I put the cellphone on speaker and placed it on the coffee table.

“I was saying I can help with that,” Ned continued. “I have some programs in my laptop, and I have it with me. If you want, we can come over to where you guys are at, and I can track down where the email is from.”

“Ned… I know your hacking skills are quite impressive. But I don’t want you or MJ involved in this. The last thing I want you to do is unwittingly do something that’ll put a target on your back.”

“I can handle that, Kitty,” Ned assured. “You know, I hacked Peter’s suit – the one using Stark tech. So, tracking down a text via email shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

“And besides, the more help you get, the quicker you guys can find out what’s going on with Carmilla,” MJ added. I didn’t say anything. I low key agreed with Kitty. I didn’t want Ned and MJ to get hurt. But, Ned is Guy In The Chair, and MJ was… MJ. We were a trio – half the time, wherever one went, we all went.

“…Okay, give me your location – Craig is picking you guys up.”

About thirty minutes later, Craig arrived. We made our way down and piled into his SUV. As he drove, we all remained silent. Craig was listening to music. I would later find out that he was listening to Delusional by Tech N9ne. We knew he was in a certain mood and that it was best that we didn’t try to talk to him, no matter how much I wanted to.

Eventually, we arrived at the garage where the X-Men kept their vehicles. After we exited Craig’s SUV, he beckoned us to follow him with his right hand. He walked over to a set of five light switches that were on a wall. They were all in the off position. Craig flipped them on and off in a certain sequence. After that, I heard the sound of a lock disengaging before a part of the floor opened up.

“A trapdoor?” MJ said.

“Yup,” Craig replied. He walked up to it. We followed him and watched as he made his way down a set of stairs. We descended after him. He stopped briefly at a red button and pressed it. Behind us, the trapdoor closed and locked. He then walked forward. As we followed him, we ended up in somewhat large room. There was a roundtable with chairs, a small counter with a Keurig machine, a fridge, a wooden cabinet, and a computer with three monitors on top of a large desk. Kitty was sitting at the desk, and Scott was at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I got them,” Craig called out, getting the attention of Scott and Kitty.

“Hey guys,” Kitty replied as she turned in her seat. “Welcome to the underground.”

“Do your best to help us,” Scott said to Ned. “But there’ll be no hard feelings if you can’t. Tell us what we need to do.”

“I’m going to need one of your cellphones and a cord,” Ned stated. Craig pulled out his cellphone and walked up to Ned. He handed the device over. After that, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his charger. He pulled the cord out of the charging box and handed it over to Ned. “Thank you." Craig nodded quietly.

Ned walked over to the round table and took a seat. During this, Scott and Kitty stood up from their seats and joined Craig, MJ, and I behind Ned. Ned took a couple of minutes to boot up his laptop. After that, he booted up a couple of programs. One was a custom VPN he often used when he talked with me during my Spider-Man activities prior to The Spell. He took a moment to set the location for Antarctica. After that, he ran another program. This one showed a black and white map of the world covered in red dots.

“What is that?” MJ asked.

“It’s a map of every cell tower on Earth,” Ned replied. “It can also show every server on Earth, too.” After he connected the charging cord to his laptop, Ned connected Craig’s phone to the cord. As the screen on the phone lit up, Craig reached over for it. He tapped in a code, unlocking it. He then went through the settings to allow data transfer for the phone. He backed off after that, letting Ned continue his work. Ned went through Craig’s phone via his laptop before he found the file for Craig’s texts. “Which text are we looking for?”

“It should be the most recent one,” Craig replied.

Ned nodded before he switched programs. Using the program, he went through Craig’s phone again. After pulling up the message, he tapped at the keyboard of his computer a few times before the map was pulled up again. Several of the dots flashed yellow until there were two yellows dots. There was one in California – in the Sonoran Desert region – and one in New York.

“So the text originated from California,” Ned explained. “It reached a cell tower in New York – probably the one closest to where you guys live at.” He looked at Scott, Craig, and Kitty as he did so. “However, you did say it was sent by e-mail. So…” He typed a command into the computer before a green dot lit up. It was also in New York, practically right on top of the yellow dot. “…It looks like the e-mail went through a server in New York.” He typed in a few commands. “…The e-mail originated from the server at these coordinates.”

“Let me see them,” MJ said as she pulled out her phone. She opened up her browser. She then looked back and forth between the screen of the laptop and phone as she typed away at the phone’s screen.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Googling the coordinates,” she replied. After she was done typing, she looked at the screen of her phone. Her eyes went wide for a bit. She then took in a breath and closed eyes. There was a look of annoyance on her face.

“…Everything okay?” Scott said as everyone looked at her.

“…So, there was a hit on the coordinates.” MJ opened her eyes. “But you guys are not going to like this – at all.”

She placed her phone on the counter. We all looked down at it. My mouth went ajar as I read the Google result.

Hammer Industries.

[badvgopinions]

Gen 9 is the best gen (when it works.) (Review, I guess.) (Spoiler-free)

You know what? Violet is my favorite mainline Pokemon game now. Gen 8 is still my favorite gen so far (since it has Legends, New Pokemon Snap and the Mystery Dungeon remake that I didn’t play, but I really loved the original) but this is easily my favorite mainline game.

TL;DR: The openness of the game makes it fantastic for someone who likes to plan out the entire game before doing the game.

Also, I’m playing physical, offline, and I’m not fucking with my save files, giving me a nearly glitchless experience.

Nearly glitchless:

People will actually get mad at me for not having a whole lot of issues (not anything more than any other game, at least) so lemme explain-

I play the physical version of the game, not the digital. Nintendo has such a bad record of digital games that they have a page telling you what to do when your digital copy of one of their games fucks up. (But of course it’s Game Freak’s fault somehow.)

I also play offline, because again Nintendo fucked up their online servers. (Mostly by doing nothing for 18 years.) (Again people blames Game Freak for that.) Plus I don’t fuck with the save files, so the anti-piracy measures don’t activate.

So minus some frame issues (that are actually done on purpose. I dunno what it’s called but basically they have low-polygons or frame rates when you’re so far away,) some map loading a split second late, and some weird Tera raids glitches that are still somehow functional (I’ll talk about that below,) I didn’t encounter a single glitch, or even any slow down. I’m sorry if your digital copy on your Australian file is fucked up but it works just fine for me, my husband, my brother-in-law, and BIL’s girlfriend. (When they play offline. It does fuck up when they’re playing online.)

Story:

With all of that cleared up, these are truly the best games in the series so far. (Unless you prefer the restricted linear kind of Pokemon game. Which usually results in better stories, though Pokemon stories never really blow me away) I really, really love how open the world is.

The story is actually three separate stories that comes together in the end. Majora’s Mask is my favorite game of all time because of how the big story effects all of the little stories, so I guess it makes sense for me to like this.

And a lot of the smaller things being controlled at just about any point is so convenient, a lot of the annoyances I had with previous generations doesn’t matter anymore.

Speaking of the stories, they’re not forced on you. Not really. You don’t have to do them to progress through most of the world. Yeah, you do need to do Arven’s story line to get to some areas, but it’s not an annoying pause in the game. You can do those things any time without some BS excuse. No “you have to get Falkner’s badge before you can go to Azalea town for some reason” BS.

I just love the convenience of the game:

I can just have a Pokemon remember a move whenever I want, and have access to my boxes whenever I want, so I don’t have to go all the way to a Pokemon Center just to deposit the Pokemon I don’t want to train. Which means that EXP All isn’t so annoying anymore.

I love it so much, I made a new profile on the Switch to play it again, but with the knowledge I have about the game now.

For example, I know now that disobedience only happens if the Pokemon you caught is beyond a certain level when you catch it compared to how many badges you have. You can still catch them and breed them and the baby will always obey you.

On my second file I decided to have some of the strongest Pokemon I can have on my team (of varying types,) because fuck it, why not? And then I breed them to get an obedient Pokemon that’s a clean slate.

And yeah, it was a  pain in the ass to get Dondozo. Twice. (I didn’t pay attention and I caught a male one first. The Pokemon in the egg will inherent the mother’s species.) But that just makes it that much more rewarding.

And EV training is made pretty easy since you can get brace items once the world opens up to you.

There’s an area where you can basically summon Chansey by eating a Ham Sandwich, which I believe is a sandwich you start with? I caught a Gastly, leveled it up enough to teach it Curse, and use that to train these Pokemon to their mid 30′s before taking on the first gym.

I wanted to start gathering Tera shards but I’d need three badges and to beat Larry first. So I defeated the easiest two gyms and then Larry. I can just do that whenever I want.

I defeated specific titan Pokemon to upgrade my Miraidon the way I want it. While looking away because apparently if you need to push “A” to continue the dialogue it doesn’t count as a cut scene and I don’t want to cry again. (Something similar to that story happened last year, but it didn’t have a happy ending.)

Also, riding Miraidon is just really fucking smooth. Much better than it is in Legends.

Also also, I can treat the game as a diet Pokemon Snap.

Some cons:

-I can’t just catch Pokemon without getting into a battle first, which is a disappointment. But Pokemon don’t try to kill me so it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. I guess this is a half-con.

-They removed the sound effect and graphic effect for shinies even though they just had to carry that over from Legends! Sure it makes shinies a bit more exciting to find, when you can actually tell that they’re shiny. My husband’s a color blind shiny hunter so it’s especially hard for him.

I’m not color blind but I know for a fact that I missed some shinies! (Partially because the game will tell you.) I dunno what they were but I’m guessing that they were shitty and that I encountered them when I was EV training and I looked away when they sparkled to see what their EV yield is.

Edit”

Ooooooh.

-Tera raids are kind of glitchy in the most annoying way, and in a way where you can tell what the problem is. They still function so it’s not a huge deal for me but it does get pretty annoying when the HP bar is behind, or ahead, or the text is stopping part of the way through because it’s too damn fast! It’s an RPG! You don’t have to make it go so fast that the game can’t keep up with it! Some Pokemon will interrupt my inputs just to get rid of stat changes and status conditions that it didn’t have in the first place! It’s annoying and it needs to calm the fuck down.

-Rika is never outside, so I can’t get a picture with her.

[harrisongslimited]

George Chapter of the Day #4

I Saw Her Standing There

(Please see Chapter 1 for trigger warnings and other information about this story.)

Chapter 4

Her plane landed at Heathrow airport on a usually overcast day in September. Allison slept with an eye mask most of the way, and spent the rest of the time complaining about the stewardess'. Joie remained silent. She couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway.

When they disembarked, as promised, Mal was there with an overcoat on, the collar pulled up high and a hat pulled down low. He was holding a sign with her name. As the other girls went one way, Joie started to go towards Mal.

"What gives?" Allison questioned her.

"Oh, I have friends in England. One of them is picking me up. I'll see you at the hotel a little later," Joie explained quickly and made a breakaway towards Mal.

Allison was still complaining about Joie's preferential treatment as she made her way over to the man with a board with the rest of their names on it.

"Mal!" Joie exclaimed.

Mal held up his finger to his lips in a "quiet" signal. Joie nodded. But once they were in the back of the limo, Joie quizzed him with one question after the other. They waited while the driver got her luggage and soon they were on their way. Where, Joie didn't know.

"It's good to see you," Mal began. "We have quite a trip planned for you. First of all, you are staying with a friend of ours. Her name is Freda. She's the boys secretary. It will be more comfortable than the hotel. Trust me."

"Freda?" Joie asked. "Freda Kelly?"

Mal nodded.

"My sister has a fan club card signed by her."

Mal nodded again. "And she signed every single one personally---I guarantee it."

They were quiet for a moment when Joie spoke. "Mal....why me? I mean why all this? Because I made a scene at the audition?"

Mal smiled. "They fancy you. You didn't care who they were. And you were very good to them showing them all over Los Angeles."

"But I didn't do anything really...."

"More than you know.." he answered.

......,.....

Freda welcomed her with open arms. "I've never been to the states. And California! Sunshine all the time, I hear. I'm afraid we don't see the sun too often here."

They talked until the wee hours...mostly about California and life in London. Freda told her she had been following the Beatles since they played in the Cavern and became their fan club secretary and then their head secretary, working for Brian.

"You better get some rest," Freda told her. "You are going to have jet lag something awful for the next couple of days."

"Are you sure you don't mind my staying here? I had no idea they asked you about this. I am more than happy to go back to the hotel with the rest of the girls."

"Absolutely not," she told her. "My house is yours. At least you have the weekend to get used to the time change. But I think tomorrow night Richie is picking us up with Mo to go to his mum's."

Joie looked at her for a translation. "Ringo. Ritchey. His real name is Richard. I call him Ritchey. Lots of Saturdays we go to his mum's. She's a great cook and loves company," Freda explained.

"And Mo?"

Freda laughed. "Maureen. His girlfriend."

Joie nodded smiling. "I guess they had me stay with you so you could explain the ins and outs. Is anyone else going?"

Part of Joie wished Freda would tell her that Paul was going. But she needed to ignore that. He had a girlfriend and she wouldn't try to undermine that.

"I think George might. He comes along once in a while."

"Well, it sounds like fun. I can't wait to try someone else's home cooking besides my own."

"Your mum doesn't cook?"

"My mom passed away when my sister was born. Blood clot they said. It's part of the reason I'm going to nursing school....maybe I can save someone's life one day."

"I'm so sorry..." Freda spoke up.

"Thanks. But it's ok. My dad has been a good parent. He works a lot now, but he was just a beat cop and kept a pretty standard schedule when we were little. And I have my mom's sister Rose close by. She's keeping an eye on my sister Jordan while I'm here."

"How old is your sister?"

"She's 14 and a huge Beatles fan. She's a member of the fan club and has a card with your name on it taped to her mirror."

"And you?"

Joie smiled. "No time. Taking care of the house, cooking, going to school, shopping, cleaning. I mean I knew of their music because of Jordan, but that's about it."

"And I have to ask you...your name. It's so unusual. Is it short for something?"

"Oh, I know. But my mom was from France. Joie is actually Joy. But rather than pronounce it in French, they just called me 'Joey'"

"Well, it's very pretty and it suits you."

Joie reached over and touched Freda's hand. "Thank you. And thanks again for letting me stay here and showing me the ropes."

......................

Joie slept deeply for nearly 10 hours. When she woke, Freda was gone, but returned shortly with a grocery bag.

"I just ran to the chemists," she explained. "I'm dying for a cup of tea. You?"

"I'd love it," Joie admitted.

"Then George is going to pick us up to go to Elsie's house. Ritchie called and told me."

Joie smiled. She felt at home already.

"Can you tell me how I can call the states? I'd like to let my family know I'm here. Is there a payphone close by?"

"Right on the corner in a red booth," Freda told her. "Why don't you run and call and I'll make the tea?"

Joie nodded. She put on a jacket and went out the door.

She was in England. She couldn't believe it. And she was going to be picked up by George Harrison to go to dinner at Ringo's parent's house. A month ago, "I Want to Hold Your Hand" was just a record her sister played over and over. Now she was going to dinner with 2 young men who had created that music that everyone was playing. It was amazing to her.

As she walked to the corner, Joie wondered where Paul was...if he was with his girlfriend. Freda had told her his girlfriend's name was Jane and she was a beautiful girl and a very nice person. It made Joie feel slightly jealous. But she would never show it. Ever. She was lucky to be where she was, doing what she was doing and would never do anything to jeopardize the trust that was developing between all of them.

Obviously, Freda had been told she was trustworthy or she wouldn't have shared what she had. While Freda was a fan, she was also someone they completely trusted and Joie knew she would not put anyone in a difficult situation.

She thought about Paul. His soft brown eyes and the way he talked to her as if she were the only person in the world. Then she thought about Charlie, her old boyfriend, who really loved surfing more than her.

"Hi, Dad....it's me. I'm here safe and sound."

"Hi honey," he answered. "I've been worried."

"I'm calling from a payphone. I'm not staying at the hotel. I'm staying with Freda Kelly, a friend of Mr. Epstein's. I don't want to stay on the phone long because I know it's expensive, but I just wanted you to know I wasn't at the hotel and I'm fine. I'll send a letter with her phone number and address tomorrow." Joie told him quickly. "Is everyone ok there?"

"Okey doke," he said. "Can you call next week sometime just to check in?"

"Sure. Love you dad and tell Jordan I miss her." Joie told him. "And say hi to Aunt Rose."

"Will do. Be safe. I love you, honey."

"Bye"

And he hung up.

As Joie walked back, she realized that it was the first time she had been away from home. She wondered why she wasn't nervous or frightened in any way. Here she was 10,000 miles from her dad and her sister and she wasn't worried. She felt right at home. Even without the sunshine, she loved England.

....................

George Harrison had a mini cooper. Joie had never seen anything like it. She was used to Woodies --- large station wagons -- Buicks and Pontiacs. She and Freda snuggled into the car quickly as to not attract attention.

"Girls...." George greeted.

And she was not used to the driver being on the right side, driving on the other side of the road, or the speed George Harrison drove at. He curved and whittled his way through the curved streets and something called a "roundabout" threw Joie for a loop.

"I think it would take me months to figure out how to drive here," she finally laughed.

"Well, I never would have lasted in California if I would have had to drive," George admitted. "Driving here is easy. You just have to watch out for tourists---especially from the States. They look the wrong way before crossing the street."

"Ah," Joie offered. "A 'tell'"

"What's that?" Freda asked.

"It's a signal....an indicator.... You can "tell" someone is from America because they look the wrong way before crossing the street," Joie offered. "I'm glad you said that because if I walk anywhere I'll have to remember to really look both ways!"

George Harrison couldn't wait to hear Joie Armagh laugh. It was such a sweet, engaging laugh. He was totally mesmerized by the American-ness of her. Open, smart, focused. Confident. At least outwardly. He wanted to know what was underneath that bright smile and easy laugh.

But he understood. John had spotted her. Paul was charming her. Although it didn't seem to affect her in any way, George knew how well Paul could charm any woman into his life and bed. Was she smarter than that? Too smart to be just charmed?

Time would tell, he told himself. All he had to do was be patient. At least that's what he told himself.

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Dinner at the Starkey's was like being with family. Joie pitched in putting the food out on the table and helped clean up afterwards. She, Maureen, Freda and Mrs. Starkey chatted in the kitchen as the tea brewed, while Ritchey, Mr. Starkey and George smoked outside in the backyard next to a little potting shed.

Joie couldn't believe she felt so at home. She almost had to remind herself that she was a long way from anything she really knew. But Mrs. Starkey was so motherly, that it almost made Joie miss the woman she hardly remembered.

"Tea boys," Mrs. Starkey called and her son and husband walked back in. George remained outside, finishing his cigarette. Joie went out to join him.

"Used to smoke menthol back home," Joie told him as she accepted a cigarette from his pack. "Who knew England didn't believe in Salem?"

"Gotta go to France for menthol," George responded, lighting her cigarette. "And fags. We call them fags"

Joie took a drag. "Fag it is...." She answered. "You know, Freda is delightful. She's just an absolute gem."

George smiled for the first time. "Yes she is. She's been around since the beginning. Almost before the beginning.

"Do you enjoy being famous?" she asked him softly.

George looked at her deeply. "Not much. I love being in a band, but I don't like being famous."

"Why not?"

"Can't do shit. Too many fans. And Eppy has us on a short leash. Can't do this, can't do that. It's hard to remember all the rules of celebrity."

Joie had figured this was the longest he had ever talked to her. She took another drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke out.

"Is there anything you can do?"

"Not if I want to be a Beatle," he answered. "And frankly, I've been a Beatle in one form or another since I was 14. Unless I want to be a bus driver like my dad was or an electrician's apprentice like I was planning, this is it, baby."

"You seem cynical...."

"I've seen a lot...been through a lot. Lost people. Learned not to trust to easily. It was a hard lesson."

"But you were all so open and trusting with me...."

"You don't give a shit if we are famous. You showed that right off the cuff."

Joie lowered her eyes. "The audition you mean?"

George smiled again. "That and well....you get vibes off people."

"You know...that audition...I'm a nursing student and those girls really would have suffered from heat stroke if you hadn't gotten them out of there."

"Yea, I know. But we were so exhausted. We just sometimes can't see out of our own universes, you get it?"

She took a deep breath. "Yes, I think I get it."

"We'd better get inside. Ringo's mum makes a damn fine cup of tea.

[overnightheartbeats]

"She's not wrong," Laurel agreed with a reluctant nod. It did irk her more than she wanted to admit. "But, staying on her good side seems to be the route for now, at least until we know more." She knew it was best to not let it show though, and she did hope that was the case. That she was able to mask it well. Leaving that flirting avenue open may come in handy eventually, all of this - Laurel knew, logically. But, her heart couldn't be reasoned with. "You are allowed to feel everything, shouldn't, doesn't really count when it comes to feelings. That is a bummer, I'm sorry. Maybe with time, you know." She didn't mention what she had noticed earlier, Laurel could almost swear Isaac had been jealous earlier. And Eli had mentioned, there was something there, hence this whole dinner idea. But, mentioning it now didn't seem like it'd do any good, just bring her hopes up. "Friends is a good start, Eli and I were friends for years."

Laurel was quick to shake her head and offer her a smile. "No, please I don't mind at all. I could honestly use the company. The apartment can get pretty lonely sometimes. Not much, to be honest, and not a lot of boredom. I'm usually pretty tired from work myself, so I watch a lot of tv waiting for him to come back. I have a hard time sleeping unless he's here, so there's some long nights. Call a friend, if she's not busy working too. Too tired to get bored, I suppose." A laugh escaped her at the question, and honestly, even the fact that she was quoting Jazz. "It's cool if you do think so. He is pretty hot," that was just a fact, really. "I know who I'm with. Someone pointing out his attractiveness doesn't bother me, really just the shameless flirting. But, to answer your question, I do," a casual shrug as if it was the most normal thing to admit. "He does look really good in uniform, so you know. Always works for me." Of course, Laurel had gotten caught up in conversation and completely neglected dinner. She was quick to stand up at the mention of eating. "Yes, of course. That's on me, I meant to ask earlier and my brain just had a moment. And please - you are never a bother. We're really happy to have you here." Laurel grabbed the pasta salad bowl and brought it to the table, along with plates. Then, turning back to grab the other dishes they had prepared. "You have feelings for him, of course you're worried. He chose some...sweet, docile version of her. Doesn't seem to be the real version though. We'd probably all be less worried if he knew all of her."

Once the plate was served, Laurel handed it to her and took a seat across from her. She clocked the fact that Nettie preferred to continue talking about her and Eli, rather than their messy friend and his girlfriend. Fair enough. The topic was not very cheery. "Hm, yep. He's been there a little while now. Well, we haven't had the chance to go the last few times it's been hosted. Something always comes up for us, we have gone to the holiday party though. That's so great that you volunteer there, I'm surprised he hasn't seen you around. We probably could've met earlier if we'd gone. You've been volunteering a while? This year for sure, we'll be there."

Leaving their place with a new view of his girlfriend was the last thing Isaac expected. It changed a lot. Everything she said, every reaction of hers was currently viewed through a new lens. For better or worse, he could keep the facade of good boyfriend, even if his mind was currently all over the place. Starting with that moment before they left. She had to have known what she was doing, but why mess with him this way? Did it go back to Nettie? Isaac wasn't too sure, but he did know that watching her flirt with his best friend bruised his ego in a way that hadn't happened before. It had to be some tactic, something to throw him off. Still, despite his attempts to justify it, he couldn't help the snarky comment that slipped past him.

"I guess we don't have to...talk about them." Lucky that she wanted to distract him instead of hearing how she flirted. Oh, now she wanted him? Funny. But, he had to keep up. What a job he ended up with. So, he cleared his throat, feigning a dazed feeling. Caught up in the way her hand was brushing against his lap. "I could be convinced to put my mouth to work," his teasing nature quickly rising to the surface, it was easier to default there. After all, Isaac figured where this was going. She wasn't really the most discreet person in the world. "Right now? Jazz, come—we're almost home." But, it wasn't a request. He knew. Even as her fingers expertly tugged his zipper down, when his hands were still on the wheel. "Okay okay," he said breathlessly, swiftly swerved off the main road, making a left turn into a quiet street. One behind his building. The car was quickly parked, at least in this area, he could still rely on his attraction to her. "Come here," he audibly whispered, pulling his seat back before his hand laid on her waist, motioning her to move to the driver's seat.

"She knows it upsets you. That's where the control comes from." She shrugged and sighed. "I'm fine considering. I feel heartbroken. I know I shouldn't because he was never mine to begin with but you know, kind of a bummer that I happened to fall for a guy who was unavailable. Worse that he doesn't see me like anything more than a former fuck buddy and now friend."

The invite to stay had her smiling and accepted. "If you are sure you don't mind. I have a few questions. What do you do when your man has to go? Do you ever get bored? I hate quoting jazz but do you ever get hot thinking about being with a firefighter? Not that I think Eli is hot or anything. Just a question." Nettie moved around and sat at an available seat and looked around. 'I don't mean to be a bother but could we eat? That pasta salad you were making looked really good." She laughed and bit her lip. "You got it easy. I feel for Issac. He doesn't know what he's in for. I don't know why I'm so worried about him. He did choose her."

"Going back to Eli. I didn't know he was part our fire department. Rather I never see him around when I volunteer for the potluck. Do you guys go?" Eli and Laurel seemed an easier topic than the mess that was Issac and his love life and she really was interested to know.

Jazz felt the atmosphere in the car and smirked to herself. She loved chaos and when she caused it that turned her on. She wasn't dumb and knew it had affected Issac's ego to have her shamlesssly flirt with his best friend. Something about it seemed so taboo but so fun. Issac was her only one but not that he knew that. She did well pretending she was the good girlfriend.

Humming she reached her hand to his lap and twirled her fingers against him. "Do we really need to be talking about your friends when we can use that pretty mouth of yours for much more?" She was never one to give him a blowjob or head, she liked making him think he had control. Most always he was the one pleasuring her. This time was no different.

"Pull over." It wasn't a question it was a directive. Something he needed to follow and obey. Her fingers tugged his zipper down and felt around for his dick. "Got a better idea."

[euphoricimagination]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒍

A small thing for my favorite boy<3

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sex

Kenma hates you right now

You are basically the backbone of his channel, helping him from the very beginning with video ideas, merch ideas, reading fans questions, contacting people, making sure he was okay. He may be the one visible in the videos, but you were always there to help him out behind the scenes. And he’s incredibly grateful and loves every part of it.

But why did you have to suggest doing a review of a love hotel for a video? And why did you have to mention it on his stream?

He knew that you did it just to embarrass him, it wasn’t the first time you mention something like this whenever you bring him food, but neither really expected that his chat will be super on board with the idea, especially wanting you two going.

The idea in itself makes him incredibly uncomfortable. It’s not like you two were innocent in the sex area, but he doesn’t want to go to a place where other people do it. How is he supposed to act in this video? Do you want to do it there? Are you just curious?

“Do we really have to do this?” he asks you when you were outside of the hotel. He had no idea what type of room you had rented, but he knew that you had use his fans request

“Unless you want your chat to keep spamming you about it, yes” you tell him while accommodating his mask “Sorry, I didn’t think it would get this far”

“It’s alright…but we have to make it as family friendly as we can”

“Of course, but it's going to be hard” you chuckle nervously “the room is quite normal, but the most requested was a prison theme”

“You saw the other one?”

“Yeah, the photos on the website, there was no way to do a video on there” you say making him sigh, of course guys fans will want him to go there, thank god he has you there

You two enter to the place and got the key, Kenma visibly cringing the closer you went to the room. The only thing that kept Kenma sane in this situation was the fact that you were the one with him, you always find a way to make him feel better. He thought about bringing Kuroo as well, but he doesn’t really want to talk to his childhood friend about these type of things

“Babe, relax, it's not going to be that bad” you squeeze his hand “what are you thinking?”

“It’s just awkward, going to a place where other people have sex”

“I know, I know. If it helps, I read that this is one of the cleanest place out there, so we shouldn't worry that much”

“It does help a little. Fuck it, let’s do it” he passes you the camera as he adjust his hoodie. You were going to be recording like you normally do in the rare occasions he films outside.

“Hi guys, kodzuken here. Guess your… persistence paid off, so my girlfriend and I are here showing you a love hotel. This is not the one you guys requested, but I don’t want to be demonetized” he introduced himself, stopping to release another sigh

“You ok? We can still back up” you ask with worry, you hated whenever he does something forced by others

“If we don’t, they’re never going to shut up. Let’s just get over this” says opening the door “Hey, this is way more normal than I thought”

“It’s actually really pretty” you look around

“It is. Let’s walk around it” he says we he grabs your hand

With that he starts doing a mini tour of the place, with lots of chuckles from your part by the explanations that he makes to make it PG. Surprisingly, he is pretty smooth about it, since it was just a big hotel room with little changes to make it more…exciting. Kenma, however, didn’t want to let go of your hand; while he wasn’t as uncomfortable as he thought he will be, your hand gave him more confidence for this unfamiliar type of video.

“I’m pretty sure this is a lights panel; we can mess around here” he looks at the panel in front of him, multiple switches with different drawings on them

“It depends in the amount of love happening?” you joke when looking at the drawings, some of them in different poses

“Did you have to put it like that?” he glares at you as you sit down in the corner of the bed “But I guess so; let’s keep this dim, my eyes hurt”

“Oohh what is this?” you say taking a black bag and passing it to Kenma so he can open it. He does it without thinking much of it, seeing him blush, passing it back to you immediately

“I think you should open it” he takes the camera and points it towards you, a rare thing that happens whenever he fell uncomfortable

“Sure, make me the responsible of your channel… anyways, we have a sleeping mask and a…it’s this” your face scrunches when you see a small pink cylinder that started vibrating the moment you press the button “Yep, it is. I’m assuming we can take this home, maybe we can give it a good use later, right babe?”

“You can just say that…” his face even more embarrassed than before, but soon a smile appeared “let’s see the TV, I think there’s more interesting things in there”

You took the camera back before moving in front of the TV, finding a wide selection of of movies and toys that you could rent/buy. While he was talking and making it less obvious what this whole thing was, your eye catches a section of costumes

“Should we order a costume?” you ask making him choke on his water

“I'm not putting a costume on” says immediately, knowing exactly your plan

“But you will look so good! We have to get the full experience of this place; besides, it's nothing too crazy, it’ll be like cosplay!” you point to the screen while passing the costumes; nurse, police officer, student, and much more “I’ll order a cheerleader one”

“Fine, but you'll wear it” he sighs once more as he take the control it off your hand. After ordering it you waited a few seconds before heading a knock one the door. He goes to open the door, taking the costume in and tossing it to you “there, put it on”

“Gladly” you went to the bathroom, which had absolutely no privacy considering the glass door, and changed. It was a very tight fit, barely covering your butt. You go outside to where Kenma’s is, his eyes widening at the sight “See, it isn't awful. It's quite sexy”

“You look good” he gulps hard before turning the camera to his red face “anyways guys, this is all for today, see you in the next video”

“You're done?”

“Yeah, with the video at least” he looks at the camera, making sure that is turn off before looking at you with dark eyes “Well, I paid for the room and that costume, so why don't we put it in good use?”

“Eh? I thought…”

“Come here love, let's review this love hotel properly”

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

[waka-chan-out]

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minors DNI

non-canonical timeskip.

content warnings: corruption kink !!!! virgin kinoshita, descriptions of porn, brief finger sucking, hand job, oral (m. receiving), “good boy,” ~swallowing~, technically there’s talk of a breeding kink but it’s all very flowery so it’s not that obvious, i guess i ended up making this friends to lovers because i have no self control.

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“Never?” you asked incredulously.

“Can we stop talking about it?” Kinoshita’s face was bright red as he turned away. You laughed and followed his gaze.

“No, come on. You’ve never once in your life jacked off?” He clapped his hands over your mouth.

“Stop saying it out loud!”

You grabbed his wrists and pulled them away easily.

“I’m just shocked. I mean . . . how?”

“Easily. Now shut up.”

“No, I want to talk about this. What do you do when you’re turned on?”

He wrinkled his nose. You laughed, and his shoulders tensed.

“Do you just wait it out?”

His mouth turned down at the corners.

“I guess.” He looked so adorably annoyed with your amusement.

“Have you ever.....you know. Watched porn or anything?”

He scoffed.

“Aha!” You pointed a finger in his face. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing weird! Friends have shown it to me but it’s nothing like that.”

“Have you ever watched on your own?”

He hesitated. You readjusted so you were sitting cross legged in front of him.

“Come on. Tell me.”

He rolled his eyes and leveled a glare at you. You smiled patiently.

“Fine.” He faced you more directly and blew out a sigh. “I’ve watched it on my own once, but it was very unpleasant and I didn’t like it so I never watched it again.”

“Oo, what did you watch? Do you remember?”

“I don’t know. It was just something weird.” He dismissively waved his hand. “The woman was so loud. It was unpleasant and I didn’t watch more than a minute.”

“Ah, I think you watched the bad stuff.”

Kinoshita frowned.

“What does that mean?”

“What you watched was the crap they pump out for meatheads that don’t know how to make a woman come. Front page of Pornhub. None of that is good.”

His brows furrowed.

“Is there more?”

You grinned and snatched up your phone. Kinoshita tried to bat it back onto the bed but you were already typing.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think?” you teased.

“Why?” he whined.

“Aren’t you curious?” You held his hand in yours and mocked sincerity. “I’m going to open a whole new world for you.”

“I don’t need a new world.”

“We’ll see what you say afterwards.”

You pulled your earbuds out of your bag and scooted around to sit next to him, back against the headboard. He made a point of not turning towards the screen, but you could tell he was looking out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay, so in the bad stuff made by big studios, the girl is clearly not turned on and doesn’t cum. The guy is insanely rough too. That’s what you watched. A lot of men are unfortunately into that, which is why a lot of men suck at sex.”

Kinoshita was staring at you with a horrified look on his face. You waved him off and pushed a headphone into his ear.

“This is much better.”

You pressed play and leaned against his arm. He awkwardly tried to get comfortable beside you.

The video began right away, a younger man crawling across the bed to a woman that was presumably his girlfriend. She was topless, but both of them were still partially clothed. The man laid down on top of her, grinding lightly against her as he pressed a heated kiss to her lips.

The camera angle switched and the man was lining himself up between the girls legs and pushed inside in one fluid motion. She let out a completely genuine, breathy moan.

You felt Kinoshita stiffen beside you and smiled up at him.

“What do you think?”

He didn’t respond. The moaning increased in volume but you kept your eyes trained on his face. He seemed to be purposefully masking his reactions, but as the video cut to the woman riding her boyfriend he fidgeted, lowering his arms to his lap. You laughed and he frowned at you.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

He stared at you for another second before turning back to the screen. He seemed to be trying to appear reluctant, but it wasn’t working. You could see an outline appearing through his sweatpants.

You slid your hand over his upper thigh and brushed your fingers against the back of his hand. He flinched.

“What are you doing?”

“Why are your hands in your lap?”

He was silent. You smiled and slid your hand under his, gently rubbing against the fabric. He tensed, but didn’t stop you. You let your fingers trace his length through the fabric.

“What—”

“Shh. Just keep watching.”

You kept your touch light, barely touching him but still making him shiver.

“Can you imagine yourself under her?” you whispered. His jaw clenched and he kept his gaze fixed on the screen. “How it’d feel to have something so warm around you?” You tightened your hand and thumbed over the tip of his cock. His eyes squeezed shut and he shuddered.

“It’s a little like this,” you said, drawing his attention to his lap, where you were putting more pressure. “But so much better.” You slipped your fingertips under his waistband.

“You know, I understand why you didn’t like this kind of thing before.” You sat up and leveled your face with his. He opened his eyes and stared at you, looking a little surprised, a little afraid, but—more than anything—very, very turned on.

“Some people just don’t find sex very appealing when you don’t care about each other.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You want to be in love, because god is it good when you’re in love.” You kissed his nose. He was breathing heavily, eyes locked on yours.

“You can feel how much the other person adores you and you can show them just how much you adore them.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and his eyes didn’t open when you pulled away. His brows furrowed and he swam in your words, letting them pulse through his body as you pulled his waistband down and wrapped a hand around his cock. His face screwed up and he gasped, grabbing hold of your wrist. You laughed and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “You want them to feel good because you love them so much it hurts. It hurts and you have to make them feel it or you might die.” You stared carefully at his screwed up face and the death grip he had on you.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked. Kinoshita was silent for a moment, then released your wrist. “Just tell me if you do.” You stared at his face as you slowly pumped your hand. You could see the pleasure rattling through his body, his face still twisted in a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and absolute bliss. “Look how pretty you are,” you mumbled, staring down at his cock. His eyes cracked open and he looked. The sight of your hand wrapped around him seemed too much, because he roughly tipped his head back against the headboard and balled his hands up in your shirt. You chuckled and dragged your index finger over his slit, and he let out a ragged breath.

“Come on. I know you’re hiding a moan in there somewhere,” you said. He shook his head defiantly. A smile pulled at your lips as you moved your hand to his mouth, tapping two fingertips on his thin lips. His face relaxed in surprise.

“Open,” you said. He hesitated, then let his lips part slightly. You slid the fingers between them, brushing them across his tongue. His eyes were wide with surprise. “Suck.”

He froze for a moment before reacting, but when he did, it sent a shiver through you. His tongue dragged over your skin and warmth closed around you as he obediently wet your fingers. He never broke eye contact with you, even when the pad of one finger slipped a little too far back into his throat and his eyes started to water. You smiled and pulled back your hand.

“Good boy,” you whispered, then wrapped your now slick hand around his cock. You focused your energy on the head for a moment, making a lewd squelching noise, but it was nothing compared to the unabashed moan that tumbled from Kinoshita’s lips. He clapped a hand over his mouth and his eyes rolled, and you couldn’t hold back a laugh. You grabbed his wrist with your free hand and pulled, replacing his palm with your lips. He huffed into the kiss, still focused on the steady pump of your hand. He let out little noises and you swallowed them all through the messy kiss. His mouth was clumsy, but in an endearing, desperate way that made you want to take more.

“You know,” you said. “When you love someone you want them to feel so good you can taste it.” You leaned your forehead against his and his eyes opened in alarm. You ignored him and continued. “You want their love dripping from your lips and covering your body. You want to feel that love deep inside you and you want them to keep you full, to not let it escape.” You pulled back and stared him in the eye. His gaze was hazy, so wrapped up in feeling good that he had no space left in his brain to think. “You want every inch of them all over every inch of you.” You pressed another kiss to his lips and leaned down. “Until one of you falls apart.”

Your lips brushed the head of his cock and he jumped, almost panicked at the new sensation.

“You don’t have to—” he choked. “Oh god.” You shushed him and licked a stripe up his length. His whole body was trembling. You could feel the shake as you braced a hand under one of his knees. You wrapped your lips around him and pushed down, taking him back into your throat.

Nothing was more satisfying than the sweet cry he let out as he bottomed out in your throat. You gave him no time to catch his breath, bobbing your head on his cock, not too fast, but purposeful and a little sloppy. He shuddered as you put pressure on the tip with your tongue before taking him back into your throat again.

“F-fuck,” he choked. “You don’t have to. But you feel so—” He made another strangled noise and his hands dug into the sheets on either side of him. You pulled off of him with a smile, continuing to play with him with your hand and tongue.

“So what, Hisashi?” His eyes rolled at the sound of his name.

“So fucking good,” he said. The words all came out in one slurred mess and his mouth fell open. You couldn’t help but laugh as you latched back onto him, paying special attention to his tip before taking him into your throat again. His reactions died down to pathetic little jolts and sudden “ah!”s. You felt him get harder in your mouth and you knew that he was close.

“You gotta stop,” Kinoshita said. He tried to lift your face up but you just sucked harshly and he gasped. “You don’t understand. I’m gonna—” He looked good embarrassed to say the word.

“You’re gonna cum,” you said, running your tongue from his base to the head. “And you’re gonna cum down my throat.” He looked down at you in shock. “Do you understand?” you asked.

His eyes were still wide with surprise, but his body trembled with pleasure all the same.

“I asked you a question,” you said, stopping your movements completely. He stared at you silently, then began squirming.

“I understand. Please.”

“That’s a good boy,” you said, taking him back into your throat.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Oh, fuck.” His abs twitched, then his head was thrown back, and his hands flew up to cover his mouth as he came. He let out a desperate, choked moan, barely muffled by his hands. You swallowed as he spilled into your mouth and he let out a sharp “ah!” at the new sensation. You ran your hands soothingly up his thighs and abdomen as he calmed down, huffed breaths still ending in moans.

You smiled and sat up as you pulled off of him. His eyes were shut tightly and his face was pulled up in a wince. You gently took his hands into yours, pulling them away from his face. His eyes cracked open in surprise, but he relaxed again as you pressed a firm kiss to his lips. He hummed as you deepened the kiss. You knew he could taste himself but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seemed to spur him on even more as he gripped the back of your neck and pulled you closer. His tongue explored your mouth, each movement dragged down by exhaustion and contentment. You broke the kiss and leaned your forehead against his.

“Well?” you asked, lips twitching into a smile. He laughed in what seemed to be embarrassment and gripped at your shirt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, then snatched your lips up into a kiss again. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at his enthusiasm, shifting your attention to his jaw and neck.

“Isn’t it better like that?”

“God. Yes.” His voice was still giddy. He tightened his grip on your shirt and pulled you close so he could lean his face into your neck. “I’ve been missing out.” You laughed and stroked his hair.

“With me or in general?”

He stayed silent, but pushed in further against you.

“If that’s the case . . .” you began, leaning down to kiss the side of his face, then pressing your lips to his ear. “Can I show you more?”

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[rina-writes]

Mistakes Part II

Parts: I, II, III, IV

Warnings: AFAB!reader, References pandemic/mask-wearing, angst and then fluff, a teeny bit of suggestive language

Summary: It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Jack and you just want to forget that night ever happened. However, you’ve been on his mind this whole time.  He’s praying he gets to see you again.

Tears stung your eyes as you sat in the oversized bathtub.  Katrine told you that a bubble bath would make you feel better, but now you were crying in your bathtub instead of on the couch. It had been two weeks since her birthday party and you still felt humiliated.  This was why you never made the first move.  Guys were always sneaky.  You left on a flight back home the next day.  You went into work like it was normal, tossing yourself into your routine to numb the pain during the day. It was at night and over the weekend when you felt completely hopeless.  You cried at random times and got upset over everything.  

You closed yourself off from friends and did your best to put on for close family.  Katrine had reached out to reveal that she learned about Jack’s secret girlfriend. That at least helped  you to open up a bit, but you still weren’t ready to talk about him. It was painful.

You drained the tub and reached for a towel to wrap yourself in.  You walked over to your phone to turn off the music, no longer masquerading the sound of your sniffles.  You saw a missed called from Katrine and frowned. She was more of a texter.  You called her back and put it on speaker.

“Oh my god!” Katrine yelled into her phone.  “Can you FaceTime?”

“Uhm, I’m kinda naked.” You looked down at your towel.  “So if you don’t mind me being a floating head, then go for it.”

The call turned into FaceTime and you saw Katrine’s frantic face.  It looked like she had just come back from a run or something.  She turned the camera to face her laptop where there was a headline. It was a headline about Jack and a “Mystery girl”.  Underneath was a picture of you kissing Jack.  Your face was obscured by Jack’s and given that you weren’t wearing any of your own clothes, no one would recognize you.  

However, you recognized you and that freaked you out enough.

“KATRINE!!” You screamed. “HOW?!”

“I know, I know!” Katrine cooed.  “I am guessing there must have been some paps waiting for us after the party.  They may have come early, recognized Jack and snapped some photos.  Luckily these are the only ones.”

The photos did look like they were taken from far away, in passing.  You could see if they were looking for a spot and snapped a picture. In the five minutes it took for your Uber to arrive, they could have missed the rest of your debacle.

“I hate this.” You groaned, tears spilling down your cheeks again. Your voice cracked. “Now, my most embarrassing moment and homewrecker episode is immortalized.”

“You are not a homewrecker!” Katrine yelled.  “And if anything this picture shows it. I mean that butt grab was serious.”

You would have laughed if you didn’t feel dead inside.  “Well, I hope his girlfriend gets out now that she sees his scum.”

Katrine didn’t say anything. It was a long enough silence that you noticed.

“Okay, what?” You asked her impatiently.

“Well, I heard through the grapevine aka his best friend Urban that his girlfriend didn’t even care.” Katrine had flipped the camera back to her face.  “Apparently, she was like ‘this is to be expected if you’re famous.’ Then she said it would bring him more publicity too.”

“Well…at least she’s understanding.” You said, ignoring the gross feeling in your stomach. 

“Understanding?” Katrine scoffed. “If Calvin hooked up with another girl, I would be livid. He can be popular by doing his job not by kissing random women. And Urban agrees.  He thinks that she’s in it for the fame.  Apparently they are childhood friends who started dating recently.”

“They maybe perfect for each other then.  Jack clearly can’t open up his mouth and say he’s taken.  She doesn’t care. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who will be happy with that arrangement.” You said, your tears finally subsiding.   “Do you think this will be bad?”

“I’m sure this will blow over.  He’s not that popular yet.” Katrine said, reassuringly.

“Hey, Y/N?” Katrine’s voice was soft.  “Urban also said Jack feels terrible about what happened. It’s clear he hasn’t been himself since the incident. And he feels worse about not being able to contact you.”

“DO NOT give him my number.” You said loudly.  “I don’t care. He should feel terrible. I feel horrid. I will never forgive him for humiliating me so many times in one night only to make me look like a whore.”

“Sorry…” Katrine muttered. “For everything.”

Your eyes softened and you released your frown. “Hey, I don’t want to put a damper on your birthday celebration. Overall, I had fun, it just didn’t turn out exactly how I wanted.”

“I know, I’ll catch you later.”

“Alright.”  You smiled. “I’ll visit again in a couple of months.  Be safe.”

Except in the couple of months it was March 2020.  The whole world went into lockdown.  Your workplace shifted into work from home and you struggled to find work life balance. You slowly forgot about your issues with Jack. However, the world was starting to see Jack as a household name.  And Jack couldn’t stop thinking about you for a second.

It was October 2021, almost two years since Jack last saw you.  Yet, he couldn’t get you out of his head.  Shortly after you stormed out of his life, he was so pleased when he saw you liking Katrine’s posts on Instagram.  He was disappointed when he realized your account was private.  He couldn’t muster the courage to add you after what happened, so he found solace in the occasional likes and comments you made on your mutuals’ posts.  Your interactions were always buried since they didn’t have a lot of likes, so it was like a scavenger hunt for him.  You were always encouraging and witty.  It almost pained him to think about how much hurt he caused you those years ago.  He learned from Urban via Katrine how you were fairing these days.  It wasn’t a lot, but just hearing things like you weren’t crying and that you were dating again made him feel happy. He had broken up with girlfriend a year ago, but the argument was still fresh in his mind.

“For the love of God, Jack.” His girlfriend threw her hands up in the air.  “I’m SO sorry that I wasn’t angry at a girl for wanting to hook up with you for fame. I mean look at the Kardashians, do you think they would survive if they broke up with their man every time they cheated?  I’m an INFLUENCER. I have tolerance for things other girls don’t.”

“That’s not the problem. The problem is that I had an emotional connection with her that I realize I don’t have with you.  She listens to me.”  Jack sighed.  “You are so caught up about images and looks.  When was the last time you laughed at one of my jokes?”

“The last time you said something funny, I guess?” She shrugged. “Look, Jack, she and I are not too different.  She laughed at all your jokes and flirted with you because she saw up and coming talent and wanted to sink her claws in. I already KNOW you’re going to be famous and I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“So, you were pretending?” Jack scoffed.  “Trust me, she’s nothing like you.”

“How do you know? You talked for her for like two hours.  At least with me, you know what you’re going to get.  She just liked you because of your fame.”

“That’s just it, I think she liked me despite it.”  Jack sighed. “She hated taking pictures. Katrine told Urban she had a complete meltdown when she saw the pap photos of us too.  She just seemed like she wanted to be around me for me.”

“Wow, then she’s a better actress than I am.” His girlfriend shrugged.

“Or maybe she doesn’t see me as a business proposition.” Jack countered. “I think it’s clear that you and me are done…”

It may have cost Jack a few insurance dollars thanks to slashed tires and sugar in his gas tank, but he was happy he broke things off with his ex.  Since then, he couldn’t touch alcohol or talk seriously with a woman.  He could flirt, sure, but he had definitely gotten better at saying no. It was almost like he was protecting himself for the right person.

Jack stared at his Instagram story.  His next show was going to be in your city.  He knew you didn’t follow a single thing that he did.  He knew it was crazy to hope you would be there.  But, somehow, he hoped that when he posted this after party that you would show up.

Standing outside of club of the after party for Jack’s concert felt unreal.  You were wearing a little black dress and a long jacket since it was cold.  You stared at his face on the flyer and sighed.  The face you tried to forget almost two years ago was now all over the place.  At first you avoided it, but soon you fell down the rabbit hole.  You were watching TikToks with his songs, you saw all his interviews, and even jammed to his latest album.  He had talent, but most importantly he seemed genuine.  You were still mad that he lied to you, but you couldn’t ignore that he acted the same in-person as he did in interviews.  You also saw a maturity in him that you didn’t see when you first met.  You knew you had also grown since then and hoped that seeing Jack would be good for you. 

You walked into the after party club with a couple of friends.  You showed IDs and then went straight to the bar.  You decided to go with a ginger ale, thinking about Jack the night you met. Your eyes scanned the packed room as you adjusted your mask on your face.  It was your first time out in awhile and it was surreal.  Even with people wearing masks, it felt quite like the new normal.  Your eyes found Jack sitting with his usual crew.  He didn’t see you which allowed you to watch him unashamed.  He was wearing a maroon button down and black slacks.  It was well tailored to him making him look fit. He was wearing rimless glasses that looked a bit hipster, but worked well.  He was talking with his boys as he scanned the crowd.  Girls were doing almost anything to get his attention.  You felt too embarrassed to join in so you just sipped your drink.  Little did you know, your face was all it took.

Jack’s heart leaped into his throat when he saw you.  He did a double take. He had spent the entire night mistaking other girls for you.  But this was definitely you. You still did that thing where you dodged cameras by backing yourself into corners.  He smiled softly.  You looked good. You looked content.  He almost didn’t want to ruin it by talking to you. But, why would you come here if you didn’t want to see him.  When the attention of the crowd was turned to the DJ, Jack made his move.  He borrowed a hat from a friend and slinked around the back of the club to where you were.  You were not too far from the restrooms behind a pillar.  Your friends were not too far away, chatting with a few people. Jack saw you glancing toward the VIP section, your eyes clearing searching for something.  He smiled softly and took a deep breath. He tapped you on the shoulder.

You turned around slowly and a breath caught in your throat.  Jack put a finger to his lips to shush you and gestured toward a “Restricted Area” door.  You nodded.  You sent a quick text to one of your friends that you would be back and followed him.  The area looked to be a lounge for the club staff with a few people relaxing inside. It was noticeably quieter, but not so quiet that you couldn’t talk freely.

“May I?” Jack asked, stretching his arms out for a hug.

You smiled. “Yes, of course.”  You hugged him and the smell of his cologne filled your nose. He smelled so good. It was fresh, but a bit spicy. It reminded you of that night, but the parts of the night that you were embarrassed that you enjoyed, like that kiss. You pulled down your mask to below your chin.

“Congratulations.” You said with a smile.  “You are the most popular man right now.”

“I dunno about that…” Jack laughed.  “But, thank you. How have you been?”

“Good, good.” You nodded. “My company did really well in the pandemic actually. I got promoted. I can’t complain, but I guess I do feel a little guilty in that sense.”

“It is unfortunate, the have and the have not divide during the pandemic…” 

Before you knew it, you two were talking about everything. Politics, trends, music, memes--it was like a recap of the last two years.  You found yourself laughing with Jack again and excited to share with him.  You could feel yourself falling into the same trap.

“So,” You said when there was a lull. “I heard that your broke up with her.  Was it because of…”

“Kind of.” Jack said, looking away.  “I realized I was comparing her to you. I wanted talking to her to be as exciting as it was when I was talking to you.  When I told her, I was angry that she wasn’t upset about it.  I realized I didn’t want to be with someone who saw me as a stepping stone in their career.  I also realized it was selfish to not be honest if you are not mentally with someone. It only leads to someone getting hurt.”

“Oh.” It was all you could muster. “I’m sorry I reacted like that. Back then. I was embarrassed and hurt.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth.”  Jack sighed. “I’m not the kind of guy that talks to multiple women. My friends say it was a sign I was over my ex, but that doesn’t make me think I’m less trash.”

“That’s a crappy way of seeing it.  But they are right to remind you that you’re not trash.” You smiled. “You’re actually a great guy who made a mistake and learned from it. Good for you.”

“Thanks.” Jack said in a way that said he wasn’t sure if he was being complimented. “How about you? Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, I’m not.” You smiled.  “You?”

“No, 100% no.” Jack said quickly, making you laugh.

“Well, I hope you’re not expecting anything. I mean you are the kind of guy that gets seduced easily. I don’t know if I want that kind of stress in my life.” 

For the first time, you saw a frazzled Jack stammering his reply.  It wasn’t until you cracked a smile that he relaxed.  You were teasing him, kind of.

“I have no expectations, but I would like to get to know you. Slowly.”  He took your hand in his and massaged the back of it with his thumb. He swallowed. “I do really like you. And I want you to get to know the real me.”

“I’d be happy to, Jack.” You smiled.  “Now, get back out there before your fans get disappointed.”

Jack leaned in toward your cheek and then whispered in your ear, “May I?”

“You may.” You said as you tilted your cheek towards him. He gave you a soft kiss that you felt down to your toes.  “Good night, Jack.”

“Good night, Y/N.” He gave your hand one last squeeze before dashing off.

[thefanficmonster]

Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

                                                             *  *  *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

                                                            *  *  *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

 Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor.  And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

[nebulablakemurphy]

Forget Me Not (Pt. 5)

Summary: Peter is finally reunited with MJ and Y/N but he’s got some questions, and a new set of problems. Warning: No Way Home Spoilers

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“I came as fast as I could.” Peter pants, climbing through the open window in his suit “What’s going on?”

“Well, lots.” MJ offers.

“What happened to Ned?” Peter leans over his unconscious body, removing his mask to get a better look.

“Michelle knocked him out.” Y/N rocks back on her heels.

“What?”

“It’s not like I had a choice! He was acting all crazy.” MJ waves a dismissive hand at her girlfriend.

“No, yeah, it was totally warranted.” Y/N nods in agreement. “You should probably web him up in his room.”

“You’re acting like he’s-” Peter screws up his face. “Ned’s the goblin guy!”

“Like I said, a lot happened.” MJ shoves her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.

“Did a lot happen to you?” Peter’s eyes dart between the two of them.

Silence.

It’s Y/N’s turn to take one for the team. “If you’re asking if we’re going to start flying around cackling on a glider then no.”

“Good,” Peter’s tense shoulders begin to relax.

“Yeah,” Y/N nods. “But if you’re asking if we were recently dressed in weird outfits causing chaos in the city…then the answer is slightly different.”

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“So tell me the last thing you remember.” Peter says, the three of them are huddled on the couch.

“We came home from your place, called for Ned, he didn’t answer. A glowing green ball rolled out of his room, smoke everywhere. Passed out and came to scaling a wall.” Michelle’s nose scrunches up as she recounts the experience. “Very hungry too, would not recommend.”

“Uh, ok.” Peter puts a hand to his head. “Y/N do you remember anything else?”

“No, so we couldn’t have been gone long.” She reasons. “Maybe an hour right?”

“I couldn’t get a hold of you for three days.” Peter tells Y/N, eyes searching hers.

“Three days?” A lot could happen in three days.

“Alright, so I guess the next logical question would be, do we have any enemies? Or like…does Spiderman have any enemies?” MJ wonders.

“Well, yeah.” Peter shrugs, a few.

“Anyone who would know who to target to hurt you?”

“Not since the spell.” Nobody even knows who Peter Parker is.

“Is there anybody who might have more information? What about the doctor guy?” Y/N suggests, “the one you were telling us about.”

“Yes,” MJ slaps her hands together, “the doctor.”

“But Doctor Strange doesn’t remember who I am.”

“Could he help with Ned at least?”

“Possibly.” Peter shrugs, “probably.”

“Then we should go there. Talk to him, see if he can help at all.”

Peter nods.

“What about the other thing?” Y/N’s gaze moves to MJ.

“What other thing?”

“There’s something-” MJ breaks off, fumbling for the right words.

“Something is inside her.” Y/N finishes for her.

“There’s something inside you?” Peter’s eyes widen.

“Not,” MJ stammers, “no! Well kind of.”

“Can I please have context?” Make it make sense.

“Sometimes I…hear things.”

“This just started?”

“I’m not crazy.” She waves a hand at him.

“No, no, MJ, I don’t think you’re crazy.” Peter catches it in his own, “I’m just trying to understand.”

“There’s another voice in my head ever since I got back from wherever I was.” MJ does her best to explain it.

“All the time?”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“What does it say?”

“Mostly, I think it wants to go head to head with anything it perceives to be a threat.” Michelle says, good news first.

“That’s a good sign.” Peter assures her.

MJ agrees, “but then, this is actually kind of funny,” she laughs, a nervous habit. “It wants to eat them.”

Y/N nods with raised brows, keeping her own panic unwraps. “So there we have it. I’m sure the doctor can fix that, right?”

“Yeah, um, maybe.” Peter pulls MJ closer, running a hand over her long curls, held back in a ponytail. “And if not we can figure something else out.”

Michelle wraps her arms around his neck. He’s lying. Or simply blessed with the optimism she lacks.

“We’ll fix this.” He whispers, holding her close.

MJ buries her face in the crook of his neck.

Y/N rubs Michelle’s back, softly. “Everything will be ok.”

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Everything, as usual, is not ok.

The door to Doctor Strange’s place closes in their faces faster than it opened.

“Mr. Strange please, I was part of the avengers.” Peter calls through the closed door. “I was there when Thanos did the snappy thing with the stones and half of us disappeared for five years. Well actually, I wasn’t there because I got blipped but you get the point.”

The door creaks open again. “I still don’t believe you, but if what you’re saying is true then everything that’s happening now is your fault.”

“What’s happening now?” MJ asks.

“Who are they?” Strange demands.

“They’re uh, this is MJ and Y/N.” Peter motions to the women in question.

Each of them wave, respectively.

“They’re my girlfriends.”

“Good for you, Peter Parker. Unfortunately I have a great many things that need tending. If you’d like to come back in a few years-”

“Years?” Y/N takes a step closer. “Listen up Doc, we just got kidnapped and held hostage for three days. Woke up with no recollection, robbing a jewelry store, our friend is a raging lunatic and MJ has something inside her.”

“Would you please stop telling people that!” Michelle swats at her.

“Sorry.” Y/N apologizes, “it slipped out. The point is that we need help now and you’re the only one who might be able to give us some answers. If you know about the superhero-ish, villan-ish type stuff and how to do memory altering spells, you can help us figure this out. Then maybe we can help you with whatever you’ve got going on.”

Strange sighs, “where is your friend now?”

“Restrained in our apartment.” MJ informs him, both arms crossed over her chest.

“How well was he restrained?”

“Well enough.” Peter says, following the older man’s gaze up to the sky behind them. “In retrospect, I could’ve done better.”

“Try to get him into the basement,” Doctor Strange, instructs them, “there’s a holding cell there.”

Part 6

[wandaromanova]

Hi, love! Could you write a halloween blurb? Maybe something like reader, who loves halloween, is always trying to scare Nat but obviously fails everytime?

Warnings: one swear word

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It was a secret to no one that Halloween was your favorite holiday. There was something about dressing up and scaring the shit out of people that you absolutely loved. You were notorious for scaring everyone in the Compound. 

From putting fake spiders in Thor’s shower, to hacking Stark’s system and placing a jumpscare in one of his files, you had always been successful at scary pranks. However, there was one person that you couldn’t scare, and that was your girlfriend; Natasha. 

Yes, she’s a world-class spy who can anticipate anyone’s next move, but so was Clint, and you managed to scare him even without trying. You could walk into a room unnoticed, and the archer would jump in fright.

You wanted to scare your girlfriend more than anything. You were the self-proclaimed prank master, and you swore that every person in the Compound would feel your wrath. So, you had camped out in Natasha’s closet all day. 

It was relatively easy, considering you spent the night in her room. You were off today, but Natasha had some meetings to attend. So, when she left the room for the day, you got into the closet and sat. 

You had on a zombie mask that you’d purchased at Walmart, knowing that it was the perfect prop to scare the redhead. “Guess I’m back in the closet.” You thought to yourself, giggling at the irony.

Truthfully, you could’ve sat on the bad and watched tv. You could’ve just asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert you when Nat was on her way back to her room, but you didn’t want to risk it. 

Finally, eight hours later, the sound of the door opening caught your attention. You got into position as you heard light footsteps approach the closet you were hidden in. As soon as the closet door opened, you hopped out and screamed.

However, your scream came to a halt as you were met with your girlfriend’s amused expression. “Nice try, babe.  How long have you been in there?” You groaned in frustration, and Natasha laughed.

“I’ve been in there all day. I don’t get it! How come I can never scare you?” You pouted, even if the assassin couldn’t see it, thanks to the mask that concealed your features.

“I just don’t get scared, baby. You know that, so I don’t know why you keep trying.” Natasha chuckled as she pulled you in by the waist, your front flush against her own.

“I’ll scare you one day, even if it’s the last thing I do.” You said with dramatic conviction, while Nat hummed lightly.

“Hmm, I doubt that, but you know what? I think you look better like this.”

You let out an overexaggerated gasp, hitting Nat’s chest softly. The action only added to your girlfriend’s laughter.

You think a zombie is better looking than me?” You asked in a fake tone of offense. “No of course not, I think you look better as a zombie.”

Natasha’s laughter increased tenfold, somehow feeling your glare through the mask. You let a huff, attempting to move out of her grasp, but her grip tightened around you.

“Come on baby, I’m just saying the ‘undead look’ suits you.”

You let out a sigh as the redhead’s laughs died down. She reached a hand behind your head, pulling the mask off of your face. Finally, she could see you properly. 

“I’m kidding, moya lyubov (my love). You know I love you just the way you are.” Natasha tilted her head down, nuzzling her nose against your own as her forehead connected to yours.

“Well, at least I know your love for me is unconditional. So, when we come back as zombies, you’d still find me hot.”

You threw your head back, laughing at your own words as the assassin joined in. Your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling the redhead into a brief kiss before pulling away. 

“Yeah, you’d be the sexiest zombie, for sure.”

“You’re damn right.”

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