#you just wanna yell shut the fuck up anytime she talks

[you-think-its-trash-granny]

just watched amsterdam and honestly anya taylor-joy needs to stop playing wives from interwar period who make you want to just slap them across the face before i actually start loathing her

[darnell-la]

Request if you’re taking any!?

Enemies to smut. You finally cave in one night and you both settle things in bed but you’re like a massive brat not letting him dom but you give in everyone in the mansion hears then you have to deal with everyone’s comments the next day

note: young Logan Howlett can be a feral man when it comes to his women talking back. He secretly loves it, but everyone knows.

———

“Maybe if you took your claws out of your ass, you’d work better in the field!” Y/n yelled at Logan who had complained about her messing him up in recent missions they’ve had together.

“Oh, yeah? Well, maybe if didn’t worry about putting on makeup and dressing like some fuckin’ whore of the night, you could be more prepared before the mission! You barely know what we do on missions because you’re late!”

“Oh, fuck off,” y/n flipped the man off as she walked away, from the professor's room. “Fuck off? No, you fuck off! Always fuckin’ up but can’t take the consequences. I’m done working with you!” The man yelled as he followed behind her.

“Great! Maybe now I can breathe and have fun!” The young lady kept waking away from the man, having had enough of him already, and she had just woken up.

“You kill the fun! Always bitchin’ and talkin’ about me!” Logan said, making her laugh. “Ian a fan of old men, baby,” she said, now heading up the stairs. He followed.

“You sayin’ that like you’re not all over me when you’re drunk,” Logan was cocky, and she knew it. She liked it, but he pissed her off so much, she couldn’t stop arguing back.

“See how you gotta get me drunk to be on you?” Y/n said, making the man groan loudly in annoyance. She always had something to say back. He loved it but had to keep arguing.

“I could get you sober, Bub, and I know it. You fuckin’ know it,” he said, so close to her, but He had made it into her room and shut the door in his face, ignoring his true comment.

“Open the fuckin’ door,” Logan said low, still angry, but didn’t want to seem like he was begging. “Aww? Are you mad I don’t give a fuck about your scenarios with me?” Y/n fake pouted.

“They ain’t fake if you rub your ass on me anytime you get a pinch of liquor down that pretty throat of yours,” Logan was furious, yet she felt comfort from his wording. Pretty throat of yours…

“You wanna get me drunk, baby? So I can give you attention?” Y/n asked as she opened her door with a smirk to get him upset. Before the door was even fully open, he pushed through, grabbing her neck and slamming the door behind him.

“Like I said, Bub,” Logan slammed y/n against her room wall, causing a yelp to escape from her mouth. “Ion needa get you drunk to have that cunt leaking,”

Y/n would argue, but once she thought to herself and remembered he had enhanced smell, she almost wanted to shut down.

“Talkin’ all loud and big, makin’ me seem like I’m horny for you, yet, you’re soaked. Fuckin’ leaking your panties,” Logan said as his hands forced their way through her right jeans.

“So fuckin’ wet, I could end dehydration,” Logan teased her as he rubbed all over her pussy, fingers running through her slit as thumb swollen around her bud.

“Y-You can’t fuck me,” y/n was willing to bet. “At least not before I make you cum,” y/n used her strength to push Logan off. They grabbed his belt and dragged him towards the bed before pushing him down.

“No chance-“ Before he could finish, y/n gave him a well-deserved punch to his face. Logan was too surprised to realize she was pulling his jeans down. “Did you just punch me?” Logan asked, too shocked to think straight.

It was hot, yet he wanted to kill her, and by killing her, he meant her insides when he pounded into her squirming form.

“And what are you gonna do about it? Cum? Because that's what it looks like,” Y/n laughed at the man, having his cock in her hand, and the sight of him was unbelievable.

She hadn’t said one nice thing about him, yet he’s leaking am begging to release it all.

“That it-“ Before he could say anything, he stopped, freezing just as the words in his mouth. Y/n almost had all of him in her mouth. She tried to fit everything she could.

“F-F-F-“ Logan couldn’t get out as his eyes crossed and hands curled in his hair. “Mhm hmm?” She hummed in his cock, seeing how his eyes didn’t know what to do.

Y/n giggled at the man’s length as she bobbed her head, slurping him with slightly hard sucks. She couldn’t help but let out small moans and whines while she was at it.

“Fuck, pretty — Ain’t know you could get down like this — This fuckin’ good,” Logan’s breathed heavily as his hands placed in her hair. “Mhm hmm, right there, baby. Keep goin,” Logan gripped y/n’s hair to guide her.

The young lady began to slap at his arms, wanting him to later do what she wanted, but all he did was chuckle at her struggle.

“Thought you’d be gettin’ what you want?” Logan asked as he shifted on her bed and began thrusting his hips upward. “Think just because I’ll come before I stick it in that cunt, that I’ll just stop right then?”

“Oh, Bub, I can go forever. I’ll fill you up more than you could count,” the man told no lie. Y/n was angry, yet turned on that the man wanted to fill her multiple times.

“That’s it, keep gaggin’ — I’m so close,” the man growled as he looked directly into her eyes. She tried staying strong, but she ended up softening her eyes as they rolled back.

“Look so good, Bub — You always do,” he said, gaining a whine from her. “Mhm hmm, that’s it. That’s my girl,” the man chuckled, knowing she hated him, he loved him at the same time.

“Down, down,” Logan groaned, pushing y/n all the way down onto his cock, forcing his tip to graze the back of her throat as he spilled into her. Y/n cried, gagged, and scratched at the man, but took it all just how he wanted.

“C’mere, pain in my ass,” Logan pulled y/n off of him so rough, she almost slipped when he pulled her to her knees and pushed on her the bed. His cock still spilled out cum, as he wasn’t finished cumming, but he didn’t care. He needed to be in her officially.

“Stop! Let me at least-“ y/n tried pushing Logan to the side so she could get on him, but he wouldn’t allow it. “You don’t get what you want anymore. You’re gonna lay the fuck down and shut the fuck up,” Logan had gripped the girl's neck tightly to warn her to calm down.

“You’re an asshole — that cums fast,” y/n grinned, knowing he wouldn’t like her comment. “You're funny, you know?” Logan said with a soft voice but didn’t mean it in the slightest.

The strong man forced y/n on all fours before he ripped her jeans off. “Logan!” She yelled, instantly getting her face forced into the sheets. “Shut the fuck up, before I hurt you. And I know you’ll like it. You’ll like anything I give you,”

Logan slapped at the girl's ass before he ripped her panties off, taking a quick sniff with an eye roll before stuffing them in his jean's back pocket.

“Hey, those were my favorite pair!” Y/n yelled. “Thankfully, I don’t give a fuck,” the man cussed before he pushed into y/n with full force, trapping a loud scream she wanted to let out.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ slut,” Logan pulled y/n back by her hair with one hand as the other wrapped around her neck. “You fuckin’ like that, huh? Like me being an asshole? Like me using you like you mean nothing!?”

Logan snapped his hips hard, forcing her ass to clap right back into his pelvis. The noise made the situation better.

“Oh, but you are somehting, Bub. My girl. My pretty girls who’s gonna run her mouth, talk shit, and get tough a lesson,” y/n whined as her walls clenched around him.

He wanted her. She didn’t care how rude he was to her, at least she knew he wanted her.

“You know how many people are gonna laugh at you? Seeing how fucked up I have you when we leave rooms? So damn dumb, and fucked out,”

He was even willing to let people know he wanted her. She couldn’t stop pulsing around him.

“You’re gonna be my girl, and keep runnin’ that mouth. I like it. Like it so fuckin’ much, it just makes me wanna ruin this pussy even more,”

Y/n finally came with a loud cry as her body shook and gave out on her. “Thaaat’s it, baby,” Logan dragged as he kept y/n up, forcing her body to take more than she could.

“Maybe I should so then right now. Show them how fuckin’ limp you get on my dick,” Logan teased the girl as her hands scratched at her arms, needing some kind of slowed-down rhythm of his, but he wouldn’t give it.

“L-Lo,” y/n couldn’t stop her crying as another orgasm washed over her body. The man growled, feeling his cock twitch as he gave the young lady a few more slaps to her ass.

“Might wanna keep it down, baby. Don’t want them knowin’ you fuck with your enemy, eh? You should know I don’t care by now. I’ll fuck you at our meeting tomorrow,”

“T-Too much,” y/n cried all night, needing a break, but he didn’t care. She’s talked back to him too many times, started too many fights, and can’t keep her mouth closed. She’ll learn tonight.

[alyswritings]

Ran Away

Request: hii ❤️ could i possibly request jj maybank x daughter! reader where no one has seen her in days and everyone is worried sick and she comes back late at night and at first he gets kind of mad but then she says his father beat her up and he takes care of her and goes after him? 🥹

JJ Maybank x daughter!reader

Summary: JJ snaps after learning why his daughter ran away.

Warnings: mentions of parental abuse, physical violence

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

"Why isn't she back?" JJ paces in the living room. "It's been four fucking days. What i-- what if she's dead?"

"JJ, she's not dead." Kie tries to comfort.

"How the fuck would we know that, though?" JJ questions. "We don't. Because she's not answering her phone and she doesn't have her location on, I haven't heard from her in four fucking days! Wh-- how did she just disappear?"

"Well, have... have you guys been fighting recently or anything? Anything that would make her wanna run away?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, you know, fights with you or friends? A boy? School troubles?" Pope asks.

"No. No, nothing. That... that I know of anyway." JJ says, scratching his head. "We haven't fought about anything. I mean, we have those teasing arguments, but-but we've been getting along and shit."

"Okay, well, least we know the problem isn't you." John B says.

"But what if it is? What if I-- what if I haven't been giving her enough attention or something? What if she thinks I don't love her or something?" JJ asks.

"JJ, your attention is split between four things -- your job, us, beer, and Y/N." Kie says. "And most of that goes to your daughter. She knows you love her."

"Look, we'll-- we'll go drive around, go to where she hangs out. See if we can find her again." Sarah says, getting up.

"Yeah." John B nods, getting up. "Man, we love her, too, okay? We'll do anything to help you find her."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." JJ mumbles, biting his nail. "Thank you, guys."

"Anytime. We'll split the places up. See if that helps." Pope says, Kie nodding in agreement.

"She's smart, she has at least some of your survival skills. She'll know what to and not to do." Kie says.

"We'll call you if we find her." Sarah says, gently squeezing her friend's arm.

"Well, if you find her, bring her back home so I can smother her in hugs and kisses and then kick her ass." JJ says, plopping down onto the couch.

"You got it." John B salutes him, the four leaving.

- - -

JJ is half asleep on his bed when he hears the front door shut. He jolts awake, looking around. He hears somebody walking around the house, but they don't say anything. JJ grabs the baseball bat that's by the bed.

JJ creeps out of the room and down the hall to the living room. He holds the bat up, ready to swing. He hears the freezer shut and then the person walks more.

JJ yells as he comes out of hiding with the bat, the person screaming, and cowering away, dropping whatever was in their hands. JJ's eyes focus on the person, recognizing her even in the dark.

"Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Hi." She quietly says.

"Oh, my God." JJ sighs, dropping the bat. "God, you scared the hell out of me."

"Yo-- you almost killed me." Y/N retorts.

"Well, don't go sneaking into your own house." JJ says. "Wait, wait, wait, no. Who the fuck cares about sneaking in. Where the fuck have you been for four days?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Y/N says, looking down.

"Well, too fucking bad, Y/N. You had me worried sick. You had your aunts and uncles worried sick. You left The Wreck mid-shift and you never went back. Do you know how terrifying that was?"

"Sorry." Y/N mumbles.

"Are you okay?" JJ asks, realizing that should've been his first question.

"Yeah. Ye-yeah, I'm fine." Y/N says, looking down, scratching the top of her head, her hair hiding her face from him.

"Y/N, I'm serious. Are you okay?" He asks again.

"Yes." She insists. "Look, can we-- can we talk about this in the morning?" Y/N asks.

"No. Because now that you're okay, I am going to ground you for eternity, Y/N!" JJ exclaims, his anger building back up. "You cannot just run away for days! Not answer your phone, not tell anybody! I thought you got kidnapped or-or were dead in some fucking ditch or halfway across the world after being sold in human trafficking or something!"

"Some bitch-ass kook could've gotten to you and you're not answering your phone, so I wouldn't know!"

"It died the other day." Y/N says.

"Which is another reason to come home! Seriously, Y/N, you have very little money, and you're the most common for some sicko to grab off the street and--"

"I'm sorry, okay?!" Y/N exclaims, letting a sob out. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to see."

"See what, Y/N?" JJ asks, his voice calmer, concern filling it, but still a bit angry.

Y/N sniffles, walking over to the wall, and she flips the light switch. She turns back to her dad, tucking her hair behind her ears, letting him see the bruises that cover her face, tears running down her face. She's still wearing the same clothes from four days ago, a cropped tank top and some shorts, the bruises on her legs, arms, stomach, chest, and neck visible as well. The injuries look bad enough now, he doesn't even want to imagine them fresh.

JJ feels his heart freeze at the state of his daughter. The anger in his eyes is quickly replaced by sadness as he physically feels his heart break. Tears gather in his eyes at her looking so broken, covered in bruises and crying.

JJ slowly walks over to her, hesitantly reaching up and carefully cupping her face. He inspects her injuries closer, rage bubbling up the longer he stares at her discolored skin.

"Who did this to you?" He quietly asks, a murderous look growing in his usually soft blue eyes.

"I... you, um... you-you don't wanna know." Y/N says, sniffling.

"Baby girl." JJ makes her look at him. He makes sure to not press on any of the bruises, knowing that'll hurt her more. "Who did this? Tell me. I'm your dad, I need to know." He states. Y/N stares at him, the worry and anger practically radiating off of him.

"Lu... Luke." She says, her voice so quiet JJ can't hear her clearly.

"What?" He asks.

Y/N glances up at him, returning her gaze to his chest so she doesn't have to see the look in his eyes when she breaks the news.

"Your dad." She says, but a little louder this time causing her voice to crack. She can feel JJ's grip on her loosen as he straightens up, shock coursing through him.

JJ's jaw drops slightly in surprise, his eyes widening at her answer.

"Wh-- where the hell were you that he could do this?" JJ asks.

"I... he-he ordered out from the-- The Wreck. I... I was the one delivering to go orders that day. I... I didn't think anything would happen, so I went there to just drop the food off and-and go, but he... he recognized me and he wouldn't let me leave and-- and I guess I did something to make him mad because he just started to-- to--"

Y/N cuts herself off as she sobs. Her shoulders harshly shake with her cries and JJ immediately pulls her into a tight hug.

"Shh, shh, shh." JJ coos, scratching her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Shh, princess. You didn't do anything wrong, baby." He assures. "You didn't do a thing. Not a single thing. He's a dick, it's not your fault." He comforts, resting his head on top of hers. His heart is broken, but yet it's so full of rage, he swears he could actually kill his father right now. Guilt forms in his stomach, feeling horrible that she had to be near his dad and go through that kind of thing, especially alone.

JJ continues to hold Y/N while she sobs into his chest. After a while, she pulls away a bit, but JJ keeps her close.

"I... I didn't come home because I-- I knew you would get angry and I didn't wanna make you angry and... and I know your dad isn't the easiest subject and--"

"Hey, hey, hey. I wouldn't have been mad at you." JJ says, his hand cupping the back of her neck.

"Not for... for going to take him the food? You're not mad I put myself in the situation? You always tell me to stay away from him. I knowingly went to him."

"Baby girl, no. No. Look, you were doing your job. Would I have preferred somebody else taking him his food? Fuck, yes. I'm not angry at you, though. I'm beyond pissed at him, but none of that anger is for you. Okay? I just-- God, I'm so happy you're alive." He sighs, pulling her back into a hug.

"You're safe now. You're safe. Nobody's gonna get you. I promise." JJ tells her.

- - -

After eventually managing to stop her tears, JJ helped Y/N ice some of the bruises. She took a much needed shower before going to JJ's room, refusing to be alone.

With JJ comforting her, Y/N managed to fall asleep quickly, especially given she hadn't slept much the past few days.

JJ lays in his bed, holding Y/N as close as he can, his mind racing with thoughts.

When she was born, JJ had promised himself he would make sure Luke never put a single hand on Y/N. Never touched one single strand of hair on her head. But he failed that. Fifteen years later and he broke his promise.

JJ was still living with his dad when Y/N was born which resulted in JJ spending every night at the chateau. He rarely went home, really only going when he needed something he left in his room. And he couldn't always leave Y/N back with one of his friends, so he'd have to take her sometimes.

He made sure to keep as much distance between his daughter and father as he could. He worked his ass off to make sure that Y/N would never have to live in that house -- ever. And she never did.

JJ was successful in keeping his daughter away from the horrors of his dad for most of her life, but one stupid shift at work and she's fallen victim of his abuse.

JJ's grip on Y/N tightens as he starts to cry, doing his best to muffle the sobs. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head, leaving his mouth there as tears silently stream down his face. His eyes squeeze shut, hoping to contain the tears, but they just make them fall faster.

"I'm so sorry, baby girl." He quietly cries over his sleeping daughter. "I'm sorry. You were never supposed to get hurt. Not by him." He takes his best attempt at a deep breath, another sob escaping. "He was never supposed to touch you. I'm sorry." He kisses her head again a few more times.

JJ soon manages to get control of his tears, holding any remaining ones back, not wanting to risk waking Y/N up. He runs his hand over her head, trying to dry her hair of his tears. JJ presses a long kiss to her forehead, lingering for a few moments as he strokes her hair.

- - -

It's the next day and JJ made pancakes, Y/N eating as much as she could, not having gotten a lot of food over the past few days. She's quieter than usual, not her normal upbeat self.

JJ understands, but wishes that Luke wouldn't have dimmed her spark.

There's a knock on the front door followed by it opening and Y/N tenses up.

"It's okay." JJ quietly assures, noticing her reaction.

"Hey, yo!" They hear John B call out.

"Just your aunts and uncles." JJ says making Y/N relax. The four walk into the kitchen, all excited to see the teenager.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Kie says, hugging her. "Well... um... alive." She winces.

"Thanks." Y/N mumbles, smiling a little before accepting hugs from the other three.

They get settled, just talking with each other while the pogues eat some of the food.

"Okay, uh... I have to go and get some stuff from the store." JJ says.

"Well, we can go for you." Pope offers.

"Nah, no. No, I got it." JJ assures. "You good with them, baby?" He asks Y/N, brushing her hair behind her shoulder.

"Yeah. Can we play games and watch movies when you get back?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course, whatever you want." JJ says. He kisses her on the forehead before grabbing his keys and going to the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, man." John B chases after him. "Hey." He stops JJ as he opens the door.

"What?" JJ asks.

"Look, I know where you're going." John B says.

"Man..." JJ shakes his head.

"I'm not trying to stop you. I get it. Just... just be careful. At least come back half alive for her sake." John B says.

"I will." JJ nods. He leaves, shutting the door behind him.

- - -

After speeding to his dad's house, JJ turns the car off, climbing out of it. He storms up to the house, slamming the door open.

"Hey! Hey, what business you got doing that?!" Luke shouts, getting up, and he notices his son. "What the fuck you doing here?"

JJ doesn't answer, just delivering a punch to Luke's face. Luke groans, stumbling back. JJ hits him a few more times before slamming him against the wall.

"You hurt my fucking kid!" JJ growls.

"What?" Luke asks.

"Y/N. You know, the innocent teenager who had to bring you food from The Wreck about a week ago."

"Oh, yeah. Your little bitch."

JJ punches Luke, kneeing him in the stomach.

"She's your fucking granddaughter! You're such a lowlife piece of shit, you beat your innocent granddaughter for no fucking reason?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"She had an attitude." Luke defends.

JJ punches Luke again. Going to hit him again, Luke gets the upper hand, punching JJ. Luke delivers a few more punches until JJ overpowers him, slamming his dad into the coffee table making it break. JJ kicks his father repeatedly in the abdomen.

"You hurt my fucking kid! It's bad enough you had me scared of you for years, but now you have her, and that's crossing the motherfucking line!" JJ screeches. "You ever lay another hand on my daughter again, and that'll be the last thing you ever fucking do!"

He kicks Luke again, storming out, leaving his beaten father behind.

- - -

JJ stopped by the store after going to Luke's and then returned home. He has a black eye and bruised cheek along with bloody knuckles. Hearing the door and rustling bags, Y/N quickly ditches her aunts and uncles to see her dad.

"Hey." Y/N softly greets, pulling on the sleeves of JJ's hoodie she's wearing.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" JJ asks, focusing on putting groceries up, mostly so Y/N can't see his face.

"Given everything." Y/N says, shrugging.

"Keeping the ice up?" He asks.

"Yeah. Uncle Pope and Aunt Kie are really strict about it." Y/N says.

"Yeah, they are the strict ones." JJ chuckles. He turns to get more groceries, Y/N's eyes widening at his bruises.

"What happened?" Y/N asks.

"Hmm?" JJ looks at her.

"You have bruises." She says, glancing at his hands. "And bloody knuckles."

"I-- baby, don't worry, I'm fine." JJ dismisses, putting more stuff up.

"You went to grandpa's house, didn't you?" Y/N asks.

"Do not call him "grandpa."" JJ orders, pointing a finger at her. "He doesn't deserve to be called that. Or "dad" for that matter."

"But you went there, right?" Y/N asks. JJ sighs, knowing he can't really lie to her.

"Okay, so-- so maybe I did." JJ says.

"Daddy..." Y/N frowns.

"Baby, I'm fine. Okay. I'm all right. Hell, you should see the other guy." JJ says, but Y/N doesn't any humor in it. He sighs, walking over to her and he cups her face. "I was not letting him get away with any of this. Trust me, he deserves what happened today and worse."

"I don't like when you fight." Y/N mumbles.

"I know. I'm sorry, baby. No more fights, I promise. Besides, if he has a single brain cell left, he'll know to stay away from you and me." JJ says.

"Aren't you hurt? Just... just by the fact that he does it? Or scared? Sad?" Y/N asks.

"I'm more bothered that he did it to you. Unlike you, I'm a little used to it." JJ says with a pained smile.

"That's really not funny." Y/N frowns.

"I know." JJ mumbles. "But let's just forget about it, okay? Let's go watch movies and play games like you wanted, hmm? Get our minds off all this."

"Okay." Y/N says, standing up, starting to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey." JJ gently pulls her back. "I'm okay. Really." He promises. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Y/N says, hugging him. JJ hugs her back, kissing her on the head.

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Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content. Violence.

“The Baby Sister”

“Alright. I’m headed out,” Bill Walter announced.

“You driving home?” his sixteen year-old band mate, Rodrick, asked.

“Nah. Sara’s taking me home. For the rest of the week. My car’s in the shop,” Bill explained.

“Wait, who’s that, again? Your girlfriend?” the teenager asked.

“No, no, Becky’s my girlfriend,” he responded, “Sara’s my baby sister. She’s your guys’s age, I think.”

“Your baby sister’s taking you home?” Ben Segal questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Yo. Not cool,” Bill frowned, seeming genuinely wounded.

“Wait. No way. Sara’s coming?” Chris grinned at the prospect.

“Hey. Don’t get your hopes up,” Bill frowned out of concern.

The teenage boys, alongside Bill, waited outside the Heffleys’ garage after their band practice, having just walked down the street while sharing a few joints. Chris and Ben were both waiting for Chris Merkle’s brother to pick them up, when an old El Camino pulled up near the sidewalk.

Loud nu-metal music could be heard blasting low from the inside. The driver of the car honked the horn impatiently.

“Is that your sister?” Rodrick pointed at the car skeptically, not quite sure what to expect when it came to Bill’s sister.

“Yeah. Later, guys. Gotta motor,” Bill announced, before Ben quickly grabbed his arm.

“Nope! You’re not going anywhere,” he laughed, I wanna see that hot sister of yours.”

“Okay…” Bill murmured, nervously making faces. “Sara’s not gonna like that…”

The boys heard another loud series of angry honks before they saw the car door open, as Chris and Ben practically rubbed their hands together maniacally. Rodrick’s mouth fell open as he saw Bill’s sister.

She looked nothing like Rodrick would’ve pictured Bill’s teenage sister to look like; she actually looked like a younger, female version of Bill. Sara Walter was almost as tall as her older brother, with the same long, messy blonde hair, only she’d gone one step further and dyed it platinum blonde as some sort of sign of rebellion.

She wore all black, and sported a deep black smokey eye to match. She was only about sixteen or seventeen, but she had a few sizable tattoos on her arms. Rodrick realized Ben and Chris were actually right, despite being complete idiots. She was hot.

“Yo. Bill,” the girl interrupted them, cigarette in hand, gesturing angrily, “You ready, or what?” she demanded impatiently.

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry, Sara Bear,” he apologized, joining his younger sister in defeat. “Bye guys.”

“Later,” Rodrick murmured, eyes still fixed on Bill’s sister, looking from her back tattoo to her dark grey jeans.

“Hey, Sara,” Chris smiled.

“Hey, Sara!” Ben grinned.

“Shut the fuck up, shit bird,” Sara scowled, shaking her head. “Hey, Chris. How’s your mom?”

“She’s good,” he smiled, grinning at his band mate. “Thanks.”

“Sorry, which one are you, again?” she asked, turning to Rodrick.

“Uh, Rodrick,” he responded as quickly as he could, not realizing she was addressing him.

“Okay, Uh Rodrick,” Sara smiled lightly, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Rodrick smiled, eager to flirt with her.

“You can come meet us anytime, baby,” Ben snickered, earning approval from no one.

“Hey, don’t you go to Crossland?” Rodrick piped up excitedly, having seen her at school before.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “See you around.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, glad she seemed interested, “Okay.”

She turned to Bill, no longer interested in making small talk.

“Come on. These assholes are killing my brain cells as we speak,” Sara muttered, flicking her lit cigarette butt onto the ground.

“Yo, Bill! Wait!” Rodrick yelled impulsively.

“Yeah?” Bill turned to look at him.

“Uh… Emergency band practice! Tomorrow!” Rodrick shouted.

“Really?” Bill asked, not recalling this ever being mentioned.

“Really?” Ben questioned.

“Yeah!” Rodrick nodded. “Three o'clock!”

“Okay!” Bill called.

And so it began.

“Who’s that?”

Rodrick turned with a start, not realizing his younger brother, Greg, who was in middle school, had come out to the garage.

“My future wife,” Rodrick murmured, before realizing who he was talking to. “None of your business, twink,” he spat defensively.

“Mom says dinner’s almost ready,” Greg persisted resentfully.

“Tell her I’ll be in in a minute,” he scowled.

Once the other boys in the band had left, Rodrick Heffley reluctantly joined the rest of his family for dinner.

“Manny, don’t throw food, please,” Susan Heffley said gently.

Rodrick watched passively as his three year-old brother chewed sloppily.

“So, Greg, how was school?” the boys’ mother asked politely.

“Good,” he responded laconically.

“Yeah? You and your butt buddy make out under the bleachers?” Rodrick teased.

“Shut up, Rodrick!”

“Greg!” Susan shouted in exasperation as her husband, Frank, just buried his face in his hands, trying to block it all out.

“But Mom, it was Rodrick!” he gave a whiny protest.

“Enough. Both of you,” she sighed, “Can’t we just talk about something nice for once?”

“Oh, well since you asked, Mom,” Greg grinned eagerly, “Rodrick has a new crush!”

“Rodrick?” Susan questioned, her interest piqued.

“No, I don’t!” Rodrick shouted. “I’m gonna kill you one of these days, you know that?” he turned to his brother.

“What’s he talking about?” Susan asked. “Is there a girl you like?”

“No, Mom, he’s just being a butt.”

After a while, Rodrick started getting into trouble for cursing around the house, so he eventually started finding creative ways to insult people, mostly Greg.

“What, you don’t wanna tell Mom about your crush?” Greg taunted him.

“Say the word ‘crush’ one more time,” Rodrick warned.

“Crush.”

“I’m putting Nair in your shampoo.”

“Thanks for the heads up, genius.”

“Boys,” Frank Heffley sighed. “I had a long day at work, can we please just either get along, or hate each other in silence?”

“Frank!” Susan sighed with disdain. “Rodrick. If you like this girl, you should try making a move. Ask her out. Flowers would be nice,” she suggested.

“Mom, there is no girl!”

“Then whose cigarette butt is out by the driveway?” Greg continued.

“Wait, you like a girl who smokes cigarettes?” Susan nearly had an aneurysm.

“Mom. There’s no girl, and no cigarettes!” Rodrick argued.

“Then who picked up Bill?” Greg raised an eyebrow.

“There better not be any cigarettes!” Frank boomed.

Greg just slowly turned to look at his older brother, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face.

“I swear to fucking God,” Rodrick hissed under his breath, already at his limit.

The next day at school at Crossland High, Rodrick Heffley actually had a reason to want to be at school, for once. He’d anxiously waited through all of his classes, hoping to be able to go off and find Sara. He knew she spent most of her time outside, and he knew she would occasionally draw outside. That was about it.

The minute the bell rang for lunch, he raced out of math to try and find Bill’s younger sister, hoping she’d recognize him from the day before. After checking the school cafeteria, Rodrick headed out to the courtyard, unable to find Sara anywhere. Eventually, he gave up and retired to the front parking lot of the school. He randomly decided to wandered off to the side, wondering what he should do with the rest of his time. Naturally, he happened upon just the person he was looking for.

Rodrick couldn’t believe that after all that searching, he’d found Sara Walter sitting underneath the big tree not far from the parking lot, cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she lazily drew in a sketchbook, headphones in.

He had no idea how to approach her, not just because she was preoccupied with her headphones in, but also because she was in the same league as girls like Heather Hills, who he also didn’t stand a chance with. But Rodrick figured that as he stood there, Sara would eventually notice him anyways, so he’d better just walk over and announce himself.

This was an effective tactic to use on himself. Rodrick slowly approached Sara, awkwardly clearing his throat. She looked up at him, pushing down her headphones as she greeted him, loud music still playing.

“Hey,” he said nervously.

“Hey. You’re from the band. Rodrick, right?” she asked as he sat down.

“Yeah,” he said with relief.

“Sorry, I’m bad with names,” she mumbled as she drew.

“No, it’s cool,” Rodrick said coolly, “Me too.”

He looked at her as she drew, not sure how to carry the conversation. His eyes eventually settled on her cigarette.

“Can I have a drag?” he asked her.

“Yeah. Sure,” Sara said kindly, handing him the cigarette.

“Thanks,” he nodded, taking a decent drag before handing it back.

“Do your parents know that you smoke?” she made conversation.

“No,” Rodrick shook his head, “I just spray cologne on and blame it on Bill.”

Sara chuckled at his response. “Yeah, fair enough. I used to do the same thing.”

“Do your parents know?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she nodded her head, “They kinda stopped caring what I do because of Bill. And our dad.”

“Why, what did your dad do?” Rodrick asked curiously.

“Our dad was in a shitty punk band back in the day. He used to be on a bunch of shit,” she murmured as she attended to the details of her artwork.

“Are your parents still together?”

“No. Our dad left. He went to jail when I was two, and then he left again for the last time when I was four. Then my mom married Randy, and had our little brother,” Sara mumbled, not looking up.

“How do we feel about Randy?” Rodrick genuinely wanted to know.

“Randy’s a real fuckface,” she snapped, holding the cap to her pen in her mouth as she made some final adjustments to her work.

“What you drawing?” he asked her.

“Here,” Sara said, passing him the large sketchbook. “I’ve been working on this for, like, two days.”

“Whoa,” Rodrick said, examining the dragon she’d drawn.

It was impressive, like nothing he’d ever seen. It was a large dragon drawn in a very unique, spiky sort of art style, like a lot of modern designs. Something about it seemed vaguely tribal.

“This is cool as fuck,” he stared. “Like a tattoo.”

“Yeah… I wanna become an apprentice when I turn 18.”

“Like, to a wizard?” Rodrick looked at her in confusion.

“No, to tattoo artist,” she said softly, trying to hide her reaction.

“Oh. That makes more sense,” he thought, looking back down at her work. “What’s that style?”

“Cybersigilism,” she told him. “I can do that, and traditional.”

“Cool,” he exclaimed, flipping through the book. “You should do one for me once you get the job.”

Sara looked at him skeptically. “You’d trust me to do that?” she said flatly.

“Yeah,” he nodded, not missing a beat, “Why not?”

“…Because I have zero experience?” she pointed out.

“But you’re a really good drawer,” Rodrick reasoned.

She just smiled at his blissful ignorance. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’d be a good tattoo artist.”

“I don’t care,” he shrugged, “I want you to do it. I think it’d look good enough.”

“You realize it’d be on your body forever, right?”

“A bad tattoo is a good story,” Rodrick shrugged.

“You’re right about that,” Sara said as she crushed out her cigarette.

“Hey, are you coming by later to pick Bill up from practice?” Rodrick asked hopefully.

“Oh,” she said after a moment, “Bill forgot to tell you?”

“…Tell me what?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m gonna join you guys for practice today. My job’s closing early today,” she explained.

“Oh. Cool,” Rodrick remarked, stifling his internal ‘Yes!’ “Where do you work?”

“At this restaurant on the north side. It’s like a bar and restaurant. A lot of rich people go there.”

“Oh, you’re a waitress?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Sara nodded.

“Hot,” Rodrick nodded, stopping as he realized he probably shouldn’t have been speaking out loud. “Sorry.”

-

“The Family Legacy”

[kayyqua]

Okay first of I wanna say I hate the theme for this diary. It’s ugly and it does not encompass everything I feel. (Mostly just want it angry instead of hurt— gross!)

Second) tell me why this lady is attacking me ? I be sitting she throws shit at me ? Like I’m sorry you decided to give birth to a kid and he’s way past your energy now but I’ve been consistently helping you all your life and you wanna sit here and bitch at me and throw my passport at me and yell at me and stomps everywhere all angrily like a weirdo

Not to mention everyone’s ignoring me now which is an interesting development— I’ve noticed this a lot of times!!! Actually!!! Anytime she’s angry they all get hush hush at me (forget the young one— she’s an ugly cunt and a bitch and if I could choke her out I would at this point!! With enthusiasm too actually——— yeah yeah yeah call me petty do it! Do it! I am! I am! Bitch! Bitch! Fuck off!

Why the fuck is the second bitch ignoring me and what the fuck have I done to that ugly bitch? Negative and ugly bitches! That’s this family :)

Anyways. As I was saying. So I fell asleep? Well,,,, not really lol but it seems I made the right choice but since (actually since we landed in the fkn country they’ve been attacking me as always— her and her demon spawn— we believe in god my ass. Why act like that if you believe yourself a Muslim ? Bc islam is a hateful religion according to these ppl 🙄 this has been an ongoing thing since she was laughing ab us being useless and nothing to her and I got pissed bc why the fuck is actually wrong with you as a human being that lives and breathes. Like… actually. Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you? I said why do I gotta do anything for you considering this is how you talk about me— always making jokes about killing me and slaughtering me. Like a lil bitch. No. I will fucking say it. Fuck her. And fuck her spawn. We’ll see if I ever actually ever again speak to them. I am so serious right now.

I ain’t even going back to sweden. I’m getting gran there then I’m coming back to England. Luckily we have this house here so. That’s always nice. Honestly. She can pull the house too I don’t mind. I don’t mind being homeless. I bet I could still get a good life. She’s soft tho so she won’t do that to me. I mean she’ll do worse shit to me— the single most loyal person to her that has fought with everyone for her sake and left everything in their life that were ready to sacrifice everything for her but she sits there now. lol. Because I don’t take verbal abuse she’s angry. Boohoo.

She’s like nobody helps me then ofc she takes it out on me. What else is new. I’ve always been getting shit treated because I’m willing to stand with shitty behaviour and still do good for the people that mistreat me but the only issue they have is I don’t sit quiet. I say shit back. I talk up for myself. Now if only I kept my fkn mouth shut. lol. They wish.

Anyways. I got fired. Which is fine. Now they’re bothering the other kids to do baby things for her and she’s fed up and tired. Like??? What did she think would happen?? I’m literally the only reason you had a life. Because I actually gave my life up (partly because of my agoraphobia and mostly because I thought she suffered enough— still do!) I ain’t no angel or saint. I’ve always been too argumentative and annoying and in your face and my word choice has always been especially harsh. Like. Nothing new. Whatever.

I, however, unlike these people and their shit personalities have always tried to better myself and bite my tongue more and more and more and more and more. I could have done far worse damage.

They have tag teamed me. They have assaulted me. My one mistake is always fighting back. My one ☝️ issue is always fighting for myself. Because I have me and me and me and me and I’ve always been alone no matter how much good I’ve done and how well I’ve behaved but people have only ever seen what they wanna see and they are hellbent on hating me and seeing me as a demon they need to exterminate the personality and human off while keeping the shell that serves them and honors them. They’re lucky I decided a long time ago to honor family and what means to me. The blood version of it even when they have never honored me. I don’t regret my choices or my actions. I think I could have done more. I could have been worse. I never let my pettiness get in the way (expect for the arguing back——— that’s one pleasure I have never denied myself but I could have been harsher— less refined with my word choice. I have let them keep their delusional and nonexistent ideals of themselves. Never spoke up on it.

Anyways. I’m working on my essay again. That’s something. My back hurts and I need to get back to the gym and I’ve decided to surgical remove my eyelids. They’re too big!!!!!!! I can’t do any makeup!!! I’m wondering if I should remove my cheekbones or just let it be. Idk. I also really wanna do a hysterectomy……. Scared to hell and back tho. I hate surgery.

Gonna get all the piercings I’ve always wanted. I don’t care for these people and upkeeping their image any longer. That’s it from me 🫡.

[forestryfae]

and he fucking brings up grandma and telling me i should call her and like. yeah okay i know her health is bad but like what the fuck am i supposed to do about that. i cant talk to mom, shes fucking cruel and heartless and i cant fucking talk to her about anything, the way she talks about the whole thing is just fucking ruthlessly shitty and its like its designed to hurt. i cant talk to dad either cus he just doesnt care. he doesnt wanna fucking talk about it, hell just dump it all on someone else like he did when i was getting bullied in highschool and he got a friend of his to talk to me instead of like. talking to me himself or fucking fixing shit istead of pushing that responsibility on everyone around him so he doesnt have to deal with it. anything to avoid having to be a parent or having to talk about stuff. and my stepmom is almost a bad as my mom ngl she fucking makes theories about whats wrong with grandma and talks about it like its gossip or some shit, will not shut the fuck up and rags it on longer than it needs to be, and its so fucking infuriating.

like. its not like anyones asked me how im doing about the whole situation or asks me how im feeling. no fucking "are you okay" or "what are you thinking" or "how does it make you feel" in any genuine actually worthwhile way or any questions about how it might make me feel to talk about it or anything. no matter what i say theyll just try to brush it off or act like i have nothing to worry about or some shit etherway cus im not allowed to be upset or have emotions afterall, and the world doesnt revolve around me, it revolves around them and im selfish for not managing or caring about their feelings when its THEIR FUCKING JOB TO CARE ABOUT MINE. THEYRE PARENTS. THEYRE SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT ME, I SHOULDNT BE MANAGING THEIR EMOTIONS BY SHUTTING TEH FUCK UP ALL THE TIME AND DEALING WITH THEIR EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS AND SHIT.

as if it wasnt fucking bad enough that i was taught any emotions that dont align with what they want me to feel or that dont validate them arent allowed, im supposed to do exactly as they want and no other option is allowed. cus then im an asshole and im selfish, self centered, egoistic, spoiled, brat, "angry" "all the time", and in general "nobody cares" and "nobody feels fucking sorry for you" and thats just what im supposed to deal with all the time? i cant have emotions or be upset so i become a fucking doormat to please evryone but if i dont stand up for myself its my own fault im unhappy, but when i do stand up for myself im completely ignored and i get run over and i cant have everything exactly as i want it all the time cus the people around me have their own lives, but when i suddenly dont want visitors or i dont answer peoples calls or i dont engage or i dont visit its all "you can just call us or visit us". why the fuck would i want to spend time with a bunch of overgrown toddlers who dont want whats best for me and who actively shut me down any time i try to exist like a normal person. they literally treat me like a fucking dog. like weve HAD a dog and they just fed it and put it on a leash in the garden and that was p much it. dad actually didnt even feed it after the divorce i think? im pretty sure he forgot cus he expected US to do it? I WAS FUCKING EIGHT OR SOME SHIT. why would an eight year old with neglectful shitty parents know that theyre supposed to feed the dog. id get yelled at for literally anything i did if my mom or dad didnt like it to the point where i dont even know as an adult whether im allowed or not allowed to do things specifically because What If Someone Gets Mad At Me For Doing This Even Though They Shouldn't Get Mad For This But What If.

like even at inpatient, theres food in the kitchen. theres food and theres bread and sandwich stuff and theres even leftovers in the other fridge sometimes and if the kitchen isnt gonna be used anytime soon i can even cook myself something, like if i buy a pizza or i have a bag of macaroni. ive even been offered the option to make salads for lunch and i feel like THE MOST selfish bitch for having the audacity to need food or have certain issues with food that make me need to eat differently than most other people. i feel fucking bad just for asking for bread i can eat without gagging. i feel like im being judged HARSHLY when i eat fucking nutella. i almost have to hide candy or anything sweet like chocolate cus im afraid ill have to have the "you eat too much sugar" talk again as if its THAT easy just walking into the kitchen and eating.

so yeah anyways, my parens fucking suck and i want to yell at them every time i talk to them but i have the patience of a fucking saint cus thats the nly thing im allowed to have without any repercussions so i just have to shut up and wait to get home so i can finally go back to being a semi-normal person.

[tyongxnct]

𝐅𝐔 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧���𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐡

pairing: Johnny x reader

summary: You wanted to be all alone with your boyfriend on New Year’s Eve, but after a heavy fight, he left you before the clock struck midnight. You were all alone the whole night while he was with another woman. The woman he told you not to worry about. One day, after forgiving him for leaving you alone, you find out that she was texting him, that he cheated and you breakup. But breaking up with the love of your life was hard and you couldn’t stop yourself from loving him.

song: FU - Miley Cyrus

genre: established relationship, angst, smut

warnings: smut, cheating, swearing, alcohol consumption

word count: 5.7k

A/N: first of all thank you so so much for 900 followers!! You have no idea how happy and thankful I am. I hope you enjoy this!! 💖💖💖

taglist: @aesthetichrj @bvbyxuxi @bitchenderyy​ @chitaphrrrr​

this is fiction!

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Oh, you broke my heart I told you I was weak for love But then you went around And did what you wanted to do And now I'm crying, crying

“Don’t you fucking get it Y/n?! There’s nothing going on between me and her! Why are you always so fucking insecure?!”

“Are you being serious right now? I just-“

“Just what Y/n?! Huh?! Do you always have to ruin everything?! One night, one fucking night and you can’t keep your mouth shut! You’re so damn frustrating. It’s fucking New Year’s Eve and you just have to annoy the shit out of me!” Johnny yelled at you. He closed his eyes to calm down, but all he saw was red and he needed to go.

“But Johnny-“

“No! I don’t wanna hear anything. I’m leaving. Happy fucking new year.” He cut you off, he didn’t care about your feelings at that moment. All he wanted was fresh air and be far, far away from you.

“No please don’t go I’m sorry-“

You tried to apologize, but Johnny simply didn’t care.

It was almost midnight and you didn’t want the night to end like this. All you wanted was spend the night with Johnny. Just you, Johnny, wine, and a great dinner. This was your third New Year’s Eve with Johnny and your first New Year’s Eve alone with him. You had spent the last two years with your mutual friends at some party, but this year you wanted to be just with him.

Things escalated quickly.

First he was distracted, he was on his phone the whole dinner and then, while watching a movie he chose, he was also on his phone. Then, he got a phone call and was in your shared bedroom talking for almost an hour.

Your special night together suddenly turned to a shit night for you.

You were suspicious about his behavior. Always on his phone, always talking to someone and whenever you asked whom he was talking to he answered with a simple ‘a friend’.  But you knew exactly who that friend was and when you had enough, you confronted him about her.

Johnny left your apartment, he was slightly tipsy, the wine you drank was in his system and he knew that his next decision was stupid, so dumb and would destroy everything you had built, but in that moment, he didn’t care.

So his next move was to call her and ask her if she was free. It was New Year’s Eve, she was probably at some party or with her family, but she quickly dropped her friends and the party she was at to meet Johnny at her apartment.

The clock struck midnight and instead of kissing you, Johnny’s lips were on her lips and you were finishing the second bottle of wine. You sat on the balcony and watched the firework with tears rolling down your cheeks whereas your boyfriend was kissing another girl, pleasing another girl, and breaking his promises.

That night, you celebrated New Year’s Eve with tears in your eyes and pain in your heart.

Johnny woke up in the middle of the night.

He looked to his left to see you sleeping next to him but when he saw someone else next to him in bed, he remembered what he did. He remembered how he told you that there was nothing going between her and him and then he remembered how he fucked her, how he cheated on you.

“Fuck.” He mumbled as he looked at the clock on the wall.

03:27

He didn’t kiss you on midnight. He wasn’t with you, you weren’t in his arms, someone else was.

Johnny left the apartment without thinking and rushed home to you. Johnny couldn’t describe how much regret he felt, how guilty he felt. He wanted to cry, he wanted to delete last night from his memory.

He unlocked the door and it was dark inside of the apartment, you were probably sleeping. Johnny’s heart was beating against his chest, he didn’t know what to do. Should he tell you what happened last night? Should he tell you he cheated and broke his promises?

Johnny saw you curled up on the couch, your eyes closed but swollen, you wear wearing his hoodie and hugging the pillow tightly. The balcony was still open and the winter breeze entered you apartment. Your body was cold, hands formed to fists and brows furrowed. Two empty bottles of wine on the coffee table and one used wine glass.

Johnny got on his knees and pressed little kisses on your forehead, your cheeks and nose. He wanted to kiss your lips so bad, but his lips still tasted like the other woman he had been with that night.

“B-Baby?” he whispered softly, “Baby, come on let’s go to bed.”

You didn’t react.

Johnny carried you softly to your bedroom and tucked you in your bed. After getting ready for bed, he also got under the covers and pulled your body closer to his and held you tightly in his arms.

“I’m so sorry.” He cried out. Johnny felt terrible, he couldn’t lose you, the only option was to keep it a secret and delete last night from his memory. Johnny fell asleep crying.

You woke up between Johnny’s arms. He was holding you tightly and it didn’t look like you could get out of his arms anytime soon. He was soring softly and you could tell he was tired.

You stayed in bed for another hour and Johnny slowly woke up.

“Can you let me go?” you asked coldly. You were still hurt.

“S-Sorry.” He let go of you and you were about to leave the room but Johnny stopped you.

“Listen… I-I know you’re mad and I know I made a big mistake. I shouldn’t have left. I’m the biggest idiot on the planet, I’m so sorry I left you alone last night and… and the things I said. I didn’t mean them. I love you. Only you.”

Your hand was on the door handle, holding tightly. You didn’t answer, you didn’t know what to say. Were you still mad? Yes. Were you still hurt? Yes. You just wanted to be alone.

“Y-You left me alone o-on New Year’s Eve. You just left me all alone, I wanted to be with you. You know that I don’t have anyone. You know that I’m all alone and you still left. I only have you but you left me too.”

That was true. You had lost your parents a couple years ago and you don’t have any siblings. You don’t have any family left and you have only Johnny in your life. You were never the person to find friends easily, but Johnny was different. You were friends with his friends, but you were too shy and insecure to call them or text them. You hated it.

“I know- I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you, baby. Do you want to have dinner again tonight? I’ll cook. Or we can go out to that restaurant you love, let’s go on a date, hmm? Tell me baby. Tell me what you want.” He got up and walked closer to you. You stepped back on reflex.

Johnny stopped on his tracks and looked at you, worry written all over his face.

“D-Do you hate me that much?” he whispered.

“I-“

You didn’t know what to say.

“I think I need to be alone.” And then you left your bedroom and locked yourself in the bathroom and started crying.

Johnny knew he had to leave you alone, you had to calm down and he needed to find a way to make it up to you. He knew the fucked up, and the secret he carried was haunting him. Whenever he looked at you, he felt his heart ache.

Maybe you were blinded by your love for him or maybe you were just stupid, but you couldn’t be mad at him any longer.

You entered the bedroom and saw Johnny looking on the ceiling like a lost puppy. He instantly got up and looked at you. “D-Do you want me to leave?”

You were still crying and playing with your fingers. “I-I want to go o-on a that date with you. B-But that doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m still hurt.” You sobbed.

“Okay baby, anything for you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I left you alone. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I love you so much.” He stroked your tears away and cupped your cheeks. “I’m not going to hurt you again.”

Ooh, it seemed like everything was going fine I found the love that I thought was gonna last Then I accidentally saw a few things in your cell I even LOL'd, man, I should've known Why, why you're doing what you do You, you might as well just tell the honest truth See, I'm not really down with this This ain't no texting shit Know I got no biz, But it is what it is

I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name

The first couple weeks of January, Johnny acted like the perfect boyfriend. He did everything he could to make you happy, to make you smile brightly at him.

You could see that he tried to make his mistake up to you and you enjoyed how he showered you with love. You were sure that he was the one, that Johnny was your future.

But that one night, January 31, changed everything.

You were waiting for Johnny to finish his shower. It was date night and you decided to go to the movies. While you were scrolling through your Instagram feed, Johnny’s phone ringed non-stop. He received text after text and even two calls and the sound annoyed the shit out of you. You got up to turn his sound off, but when you accidently saw the last text he got, you almost dropped the phone. You didn’t want to go through his texts, but you couldn’t stop yourself from reading the text she sent him.

19:27 Sujin: hey baby, I miss u

19:27 Sujin: are you free tonight? My pussy missed your dick!!!

19:28 Sujin: *picture attached*

It was a picture of her, half naked, you could fully see her breasts.

You should’ve known. You should’ve known that he lied when he told you that there was nothing going on between him and her.

You couldn’t cry, all you could do was laugh. Laugh at how stupid you were.

Why did he lie to you? Why didn’t he just tell you the truth? You were done with him and with his lies. Maybe it was your own fault. You knew that there was something, but you still believed him and took him back that night on New Year’s Eve. He said so much mean and disgusting things to you, Johnny acted like you were crazy and just out of your damn mind. He called you insecure. Johnny called you so many things and in the end, you were right.

You went to your shared bedroom and started packing a couple of your things. You needed to leave. Now.

You couldn’t cry. You wanted to, but you couldn’t. There were no tears left.

You packed some clothes, you weren’t going to move out. He cheated, he broke your heart and he has to leave. But you couldn’t stand being next to him. You would come back when he was gone.

Johnny entered the bedroom with a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet and little drops of water glistened on his body. Suddenly all you could see were her traces on his body. Love bites on his neck, down to his chest.

“Babe?”

You realized you were staring at him a little too long, the love bites were gone and Johnny came closer to you with a smirk.

“We can skip the movie if you want to.” He put two fingers on your chin and leaned down to kiss you, but you pulled back. Almost tripping over your bag.

“Babe? You good?”

“Cut the bullshit Johnny. I want you to leave and take all of your fucking shit with you. We’re done. I’ll come back when you’re gone.”

Johnny looked at you with so much confusion written all over his face. “Babe what are you talking about?”

“Go to your whore. She probably has enough space for you two.” You said with no emotion as you grabbed your bag.

Johnny still didn’t understand what you were talking about. “W-What are you saying? Baby I really don’t understand- What do you mean? Whore?”

You started laughing, “Come on, you know exactly who I’m talking about. She misses you so much Johnny. Poor girl needs her hole filled with your fucking cock. Go to her. She’s waiting for you.”

Johnny still didn’t get what you meant. “Fucking hell, I saw her texts Johnny! I’m leaving.”

It took Johnny a minute to realize what just happened.

You were about to leave the room when he stopped you. “Listen- please just listen to me.”

You scoffed, “There’s nothing you could say, Johnny.”

“T-There was nothing serious. S-She just texted me shit like that-“

“No Johnny! This isn’t just you and her texting, this is about you being not loyal to me. You lied to me, you called me names, you broke all your promises and you still cheated. You cheated on me with her, you don’t have to lie anymore. I won’t stop you anymore. Feel free to do whatever you want. Not that I stopped you from doing whatever you wanted before, but now you don’t need to come back to me anymore.”

You voice was filled with venom, Johnny knew he fucked up and he thought you would never find out, but now that you did, he didn’t know what to do or what to say to keep you, to make you stay.

“No no no don’t go. L-Let’s talk about this. Baby please don’t leave me. I love you.” Johnny started crying. For the first time in your life, you saw him cry.

You didn’t know how to feel about seeing him cry, but you listened to your brain and not to your heart like you always did and your brain told you to leave. You were done with him. So you left without looking back.

I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you

Johnny texted you about thousand messages every day since you left. He called and left thousand voicemails. After two weeks, you also got mail with letters. Letters filled with apologies.

You hated him so much, but you couldn’t stop listening to his voicemails or stop reading his texts and letters. Maybe it was because you missed him or maybe you felt better now that he ran after you like a lost puppy. But you couldn’t let go of him if he keeps sending you things like that.

22:04 J: I won’t stop trying.

22:05 J: I love you too much to let you go.

You laughed at that. He loves you? Is cheating his way of loving you? You decided to answer him.

22:10 you: Fuck u Johnny. You don’t know anything about love so just stop and don’t embarrass yourself.

22:10 J: I can’t believe you texted back. I knew you were reading my messages. Please, let’s talk.

22:13 you: Don’t you get it? I don’t want to see you.

22:14 J: Okay, then answer the phone. Let’s just talk.

Your phone started ringing and you almost answered. It rang and rang and he called you again and again, but you never answered.

22:50 you: stop calling. Stop texting. Just leave me alone.

You shook your head angrily.

He left you alone on New Year’s Eve, why was it so hard for him to leave you alone now?  

Could've been this, could've been that We done been there, we done been back You ain't with it, could've said that Why you tripping, let me hit that I ain't trying to argue more. I do it all for you, You know you're my right eye Baby, let me show you

Johnny was about to lose his mind.

After you left nothing made sense anymore. He was lonely. Lonelier than ever. Johnny has many friends but he never left the apartment to hang out with them.

There was no point in going out and coming back to a lonely home.

He missed you, he missed everything about you. He realized, after you left, that he loved so many small things about you. For example, the way you sneezed, that was the cutest sound he has ever heard or the way you always fell asleep with a little smile on your face. A smile he missed.

Johnny missed to see you on the couch, a pillow between your arms because you couldn’t hug Johnny, he had to take a shower or for whatever reason he couldn’t watch tv without you.

Oh, how he wished he could just drop everything and cuddle with you on the couch. You could’ve been in his arms right now, you could’ve been kissing him like you always did. You loved kissing him and he missed the feeling of your lips on his.

He regrets cheating on you. He regrets it so much and there’s not a single day without him crying about that.

Johnny rarely cried, you knew that, but after you left, he couldn’t stop his tears.

He had to show you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. Johnny had to show you, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. Johnny would do anything to get you back.

Oh, I know what's been going on Don't even try to act like Mr Super Nonchalant What makes you think I'll stick around I'm not as stupid as you sound And you sound really dumb right now From A to Z, ooh I got a lot of nasty things flowing up in my head But none of them are worth my time You're not even worth this rhyme And I don't, I don't give a flying

It was hard for you to find a place to stay and Johnny knew that, but even though he wanted to be with you, he left your apartment so you could stay there. The only friends you had were Johnny’s and it was hard for you to ask them for help, you hated to ask other people for help, because you didn’t want to be a burden. That’s why you stayed in a hotel for two days, until Johnny texted you that he left the apartment. It hurt you a little, the fact that he was gone but you tried to ignore that feeling, just like you tried to ignore everything else he did. You overthink everything and you were scared to annoy his friends with your presence, which wasn’t even the case. After Johnny’s friend heard about what Johnny did and how he broke your heart, they lectured him and were angry. Yes, he was their friend but you were their friend too and what Johnny did was unacceptable. A couple of his friends reached out to you, they wanted to be there for you and help you go through the pain.

A month after your breakup, you met Johnny again. One of your mutual friends held a BBQ party and she insisted for you to come. Of course she told you about Johnny also being invited but you didn’t care about him at that moment. You wanted to have fun, but now, with him right in front of you, you wanted to go back home and hide under your bed. But you wouldn’t show him that.

You felt his eyes on you, no matter what you did or where you were.

Playing beer pong outside, his eyes were on you.

Cutting tomatoes in the kitchen, his eyes were on you.

Drinking your cocktail in the living room, his eyes were on you.

Not like a creep, of course. He watched you like someone who saw the love of their life for the first time and he saw the love of his life for the first time after the breakup. He thought about ways to approach you, to talk to you and apologize, but the timing was always bad.

Except for now.

“Y/n.”

Your turned around as soon as you heard his voice. The others were inside whereas you went outside for fresh air. Johnny followed you, he saw an opportunity to talk to you and he wouldn’t let go of that.

“Don’t walk away- please.”

“Why would I stay here with you?” you scoffed.

“Just listen to me, just once-“

“You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t know what you’re going to say? It’s always the same shit. Oh, I’m so sorry. She doesn’t mean anything to me. Please forgive me. Blah Blah Blah.” You said in a mocking tone.

“But it is the truth! She doesn’t mean anything to me. I just love you, it was a mistake-“

“Johnny, come on. You sound so dumb right now. Just stop. Whenever I see your face, I just want to punch you and her, but you aren’t worth it. She isn’t worth it to be in my head. Fuck you and fuck her. Oh, wait, you did that already, right?”

Maybe you were being a little pathetic right now, but you didn’t care.

I don't really have much to say I was over it the second that I saw her name

“I don’t really have much to say. I was over it the second that I saw he name on your phone.” you said, looking him straight in the eyes. Your voice was so cold, just like your eyes.

“But I have things I need to tell you. I need to tell you how much I love you and how sorry I am. Just listen to me, just this once and If you’re still done with me, than okay, I’ll leave you alone.”

“Fine. I’m so fucking sick of this.” You mumbled.

“I didn’t lie to you on New Year’s Eve. There was really nothing between me and her. She would text me but I never really replied to her. We went out a couple of times, but not just us. We went out with other friends and I barely noticed her. We were just friends, even less than that. On New Year’s Eve you pushed my buttons, I’m sorry to say it like that, but something inside me switched and all I wanted to do is to h-hurt you.” He looked down, ashamed, “I was drunk and angry. A really bad combination. I called her, she invited me to her home and before I knew it, I woke up with her next to me.”

You closed your eyes, you tried to imagine little butterflies and the sea, but all you could see was Johnny with another woman.

“As soon as I woke up, I came home and I-I didn’t know what to do. I hated -hate- myself for what I did that night, for hurting you and leaving you alone like that and for c-cheating on you. I know it’s not an excuse but I was so drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing. It just happened. When I saw you at home, asleep on the couch, it broke my heart. I wish- I wish I could turn back time and stay at home with you that night.”

“Johnny-“

“I’m not done. I deleted that night from my memory. I know it’s stupid but I couldn’t lose you. I was selfish and I thought that you would never find out. B-But that night you saw her messages, you only saw her messages. It looked like we were still texting and s-sleeping with each other. But here-“ he pulled out his phone and showed you their conversation.

“I always told her how much I loved you and that she should leave me alone. That I did the biggest mistake in my life and that you’re the love of my life. I swear Y/n, I am so sorry, so fucking sorry that I hurt you like this. But I mean it when I say that I only love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know I did so many mistakes and I totally get that you h-hate me but I want to show you how much I actually love you and I know that you love me too.”

You scrolled through their texts. He said the truth, he always told her to fuck off and leave him alone, she was also blocked now. Johnny told her that he wants only you and that he would spend the rest of his days regret hurting you, but he’d also spend the rest of his days loving you.

“I-“ you didn’t know what to say.

He was right, you still loved him.

“Johnny… can you take me home?”

I got two, ooh, ooh letters for you One of them's F and the other one's U 'Cause what you gotta do, is go get yourself a clue Only two, ooh letters to choose One of them's F and the other one's U SMH, I'm pressing send on you

Johnny was bigger than you and stronger, but right now you felt like you were the stronger one.

You pressed him against the wall as you pressed your lips on his. You caught Johnny off guard but not even a second later, he kissed you back and put his hands on your waist.

“Don’t touch me.” you pulled away to say this and when he thought it was over, you kissed him again. Your hands were on his shirt, slowly pulling it up. When you were done, you pressed your hands lightly on his chest. You loved every inch of Johnny’s body.

Johnny was obviously stronger than you and he could push you away easily, but he couldn’t, until your hands landed on his belt. “N-No, Y/n wait-“ he said as he pulled away.

You ignored him.

You kissed right above his jeans, slowly going up leaving wet kisses on his belly and chest. You couldn’t reach his neck, you wanted to leave love marks, and that made you mad.

“Fucking big asshole. Why do you have to be so big?!”

“Y/n- I thought you wanted to talk? I don’t want you to do anything you might regret later.”

“Just shut up and let me do what I want to do.”

“You’re drunk.” Johnny said. Yes you had a couple cocktails but you knew what you were doing.

“Fuck you, I’m not drunk! Do you want to fuck me or not?!” you yelled now, annoyed that he hesitate so much.

“Of course I want to fuck you but-“

“No buts. Take off your pants.”

Johnny didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. On the one hand he wanted to feel you close again, on the other hand he was scared to push you further away after having sex with you.

“Fine I’ll do it myself.” And you did. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulled it down along with his boxers and kneeled down.

His cock was semi-hard. The way you acted turned him on and now you’re on your knees looking absolutely beautiful and sexy.

You slowly started pumping his cock and Johnny bit his lip as he watched you. His tip was leaking with precum and you used it to make it easier to pump him. You put your lips on his tip and kissed it and then you licked it like a lollipop. You twirled your tongue on his tip, your hand still pumping him up and down. When you put his cock in your mouth, Johnny’s hands softly gripped your hair.

You pulled away, “No touching.” And he let go instantly. He was going crazy, he needed to touch you.

You put his cock back into your mouth and bopped your head. Johnny’s cock was big, you couldn’t fit all of his cock inside your mouth but the way he hit your throat turned him even more on. He was a moaning mess. You softly played with his balls and you felt him twitch. He was about to cum and right before he could, you stopped and pulled away.

“Fuck- What why did you stop? Are you alright?” he asked you. First frustrated that you stopped him from coming and then worried that he hurt you.

“Lay down.” You ordered him.

Johnny listened. He laid down on your bed and watched you take off your dress and your underwear. A sight he had missed so much, so fucking much.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Stop talking.” You ignored the butterflies in your belly.

You crawled on top of him and slowly put his cock inside of you. You were definitely wet enough. Johnny lost his mind, he missed being inside of you. He missed being this close to you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned and his hands landed on your hips.

You grabbed his hands and pressed them down on each side of his head. “I said no touching, Johnny. No. Fucking. Touching.” You didn’t stop moving your hips as you said that you knew it turned him on as you felt him twitch again.

You weren’t going to lie. You felt amazing. You were embarrassingly close, all you did was sucking his dick and riding him for not even a minute.

You kept your hands on his wrists as you rode him faster and faster. The way you clenched around him, the little sounds that left your from kissing bruised lips, he loved it. Johnny loved you.

“I’m going to c-cum.” He moaned out.

“C-Cum inside of me, I want every drop of your cum Johnny.” You were so close and when Johnny came inside of you and closed his eyes while moaning your name out loudly, you came too.

You let go of Johnny’s wrists and collapsed on top of him as he pulled his cock out of you.

Chest against chest, heartbeat against heartbeat.

Your head was in the crook of his neck and you were breathing heavily. You tried to catch your breath and stop yourself from crying, but Johnny heard you sniffle and not even a second later, you started sobbing in his arms.

“Y/n? Are you crying?” he rubbed your back softly, not sure what else to do.

“Fuck you. I’m not crying I’m dancing you i-idiot.” You cried out.

You couldn’t stop the tears from falling, you didn’t notice how hard you were crying until it got hard to breath.

“Hey hey hey, I’m sorry. Look at me. You have to calm down.” Johnny softly pushed you up and you wrapped your arms around your boobs, suddenly feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.

Johnny was about to move away and you immediately hugged him tightly, you were scared that he would leave after fucking you. You were scared that you were just imagining this and that he wasn’t actually here. But Johnny actually just wanted to give you his shirt.

“Fuck you. I hate you. Y-You broke my heart.” You cried out as you hid your face in his neck.

Johnny slowly stroked your hair and with his other hand he held you tightly. “I’m sorry. I don’t deserve you, but I love you so, so much.”

He was crying too.

“Y-you really don’t deserve me. Fuck you for hurting me, fuck you for cheating on me and fuck you… I-I still… love you.” You finally said it. It was so hard but all the weight on your shoulders vanished and you felt relieved.

“I love you. Only you. Please forgive, please let me love you again. Please I need you so much.” Johnny said and left little kisses on your shoulder.

You pulled back softly and looked him in the eyes. Your eyes were as red as his and full of pain and love.

“Please don’t hurt me ever again, please no matter how much you want to hurt me, just yell at me o-or I don’t know throw something at me… b-but don’t do that again…”

Johnny’s heart ached, he would never forgive himself for hurting you like this, for breaking your heart. It was a punch in the face to hear your words. Was he really such a monster? Yes he was. He was a monster who hurt his better half for something so stupid and now you were suffering. You were always right and he would do anything to make you happy. How could he even get mad at someone as kind and lovely as you? How could he even think of hurting you?

“D-Don’t say that. I will never hurt you again, I promise. I could never get mad at you, Y/n. Everything was my fault, I did this to us and you never deserved this. You are too good for me and I’ll make sure to show you how much I adore you, how much you mean to me. I’ll never let go of your hand.” He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, “I love you, Y/n. Can you give me a second chance?”

You looked him in his teary eyes. You were going to follow your heart and your heart told you to try again. You could see his love for you in his eyes and you could hear it in his broken voice. You were ready to give him a second chance, you could forgive him but you would never forget what he did.

You nodded softly “Y-You have to make it up to me and it won’t be easy.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Okay.” You breathed out.

“Thank you.” He looked you in the eyes with his brown puppy eyes and you couldn’t stop yourself from pecking his lips. You pulled back and watched his reaction. Johnny smiled softly and both of you slowly leaned in and kissed. A soft and slow kiss, with so much passion and longing.

[chippedaxe]

Hate Is A Strong Word

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Title: Hate Is A Strong Word

Warning(s): cursing, maybe a bit of angst? (Not a lot), fluff, arguing, fighting, ect..

Pronouns: They/Them

Synopsis: you and Karl hate each other (or at least you both thought) until it was leaked to the smp that he had feelings for you.

Pairing: c!Karl X gn! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: this is my first sfw fic 😍😍

- if this gets enough attention then I might do a part 2 with some nsfw.

* This is unedited and I didn’t rlly proof read it so if this story actually makes no sense at all than I’m rlly sorry 😭

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Your eyes narrowed and you furrowed your eyebrows as you noticed Karl in the distance, he looked as if he was moving towards you so you were wondering what business he was up to.

“Karl! What’re you doing?” You called out to him but he snubbed you and ignored your question “Fine, ignore me then asshole!” You scoffed and returned to what you were doing, you try to act nice and he doesn’t play along!

You went back to crafting, putting the sticks together and cursing yourself once you realized you didn’t have all the correct materials. You sighed and held onto your nose bridge in annoyance “I can’t believe I forgot to get the red stone!” You grumbled.

This meant more work for you today and you were already tired of it, you sat down and tried to think of a way to get out of doing more hard labor for the day. You got an idea and stood up, there’s got to be someone on the server with red stone right?

You exited your humble house and approached the first person you saw outside which happened to be Purpled “hey! I’m sure that you’ve probably got some on you so I was wondering if I could borrow some red stone? Or just take it from you..” you asked politely “oh I Uh- I actually ran out, I used the last of it on this build right here!” He stood back and presented the stupidest thing you’ve ever seen.

You nodded “oh alright then- thanks anyways” you passed him and walked down the trail, perhaps Eret had stolen some off of someone and could let you borrow a few? You walked up to him and smiled “greetings! Do you have any spare red stone that I could please use?” You bowed down slightly.

“Oh no, I’m afraid that I don’t have any! I know who does have a whole supply of red stone though!” Eret’s voice sounded condescending and almost patronizing “oh really? That’s great! Who is it?” You smiled excitedly “It’s Karl!” Eret replied.

Your face fell and you frowned, your happiness was wiped from your face and you gave Eret a deadpan look “why does it have to be him?” You groaned “oh I’m sure someone else will have some, you’ll just have to check around..” Eret then scattered away.

You knew that Eret is normally right, she won’t let anyone prove them wrong, so you knew that Karl was probably your best bet at retrieving some red stone. You wiped your face and made your way over to Karl’s whereabouts.

You knocked on the door of his house and waited for him to open the door, you watched as Karl peeked through the curtain and then quickly ran away to pretend that no one was home. You banged on his door angrily “Karl, open up! I just need some red stone!” You yelled out.

“No ones home!” He screamed back at you, you sighed and lowered your head “what a fucking idiot..” you thought out loud, Karl gasped and opened the door “that’s quite rude, don’t you think??” He crossed his arms and huffed. “Oh great- you’re home, can I have that red stone now??” You gave a fake smile “what makes you think I’m gonna give it up so willingly?” Karl rose an eyebrow. What a pretentious fuck.

“Because if you hand it over now then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” You had hoped that your plan would work “who says that I want to be left alone? Maybe I want to pester you all day!” Karl teased “oh come on! I just need the red stone, give it up!” You held your hands up in defense “oh nuh-uh! That belongs to me!” He blocked the doorway.

You pushed him gently and tried to steal his red stone but he tackled you to the floor, you kicked him off you and then stood back up to dust yourself off “listen here- if you do something for me than I’ll happily give it to you” Karl offered.

“Fine, asshat, what is it?” You had already expected him to send you doing something horrible or incredibly dangerous “I need you to just give this to Quackity, he said he needed it” Karl handed you a bag full of just dirt “he needs a bag of dirt? This seems like the most useless task ever!” You exclaimed.

“It’s not useless if you’re getting something out of it, come back here when you’re done” he shut the door on you and left you to go on your quest. You knew it’d be an easy task, so why did Karl send you to do it? Did he not think you could do it? Did he underestimate you?

You walked back to your house and equipped yourself with some leather boots, they should help your feet with the long walk. You got back up and got back onto the trail, you flung the bag over your shoulder and coughed as some of the dirt came out.

You arrived in Las Nevada’s pretty fast to be honest! Your eyes glanced over the beautiful sight, Las Nevadas is a wonderful place! If you weren’t a traveler than you’d like to settle somewhere like this.

“Quackity!” You came up to the building and called out for him, yelping and jumping back when a little green man appeared behind you “AH!” You screamed and dropped the bag “Oh! You have my dirt! Thank you, Mx. Jacobs!” He ducked down “what?! What did you call me??” You bent down.

He popped back out of the dirt “Mx. Jacobs, Karl Jacob’s partner!” He smiled cheerfully “I’m not dating Karl! And my name is Y/n!” You spat out “oh really, you’re not?? But I heard Karl talking about how much he loves you! I must’ve misunderstood, goodbye Y/n (not the partner of Karl Jacobs)!” He sunk back down but you pulled him back up.

“Hey- no! I wanna talk!” You desperately spoke “oh sure! I have time to kill anyways!” He stuck his tongue out “who are you?” You asked curiously “I’m Charlie slimecicle! You’re Y/n the traveler, Karl’s partner!” Charlie stated incorrectly.

“Hey- no. I hate Karl” you crossed your arms “really?? I was getting the impression that you liked him from the way that you stare at him lovingly from afar” Charlie shrugged “WHAT- HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? I DONT DO THAT!!” You quickly tried to defend yourself.

“Don’t defend yourself, I already said that Karl likes you too!” Charlie was a chill guy “then why does he purposefully irritate me so much?!” You complained “I dunno! I’m gonna go with my bag of dirt now..” Charlie disappeared and this time you weren’t able to catch him.

You continued to sit there for a while, just thinking to yourself about things ‘does Karl really like me?’ You thought. You shook the feeling off “hold on- I don’t even like him! Charlie was talking non-sense!” The words coming out of your mouth did not match the way you were feeling.

Your heart was in your mouth, your chest was sore and your lungs were gasping for air as your hair was beating faster and faster “oh god- shit.. maybe I do like him! I mean.. those times that we don’t fight are really nice” you were conflicted. You decided that it’d be better to just confront your problems so you stood up and went back home.

You knocked on the door of Karl Macon’s house, he answered immediately and snickered “great, you made it back, thought you might die out there” he teased you. You rolled your eyes “cut the shit, Slime boy told me all about you” you accused “oh yeah? Told you what?” Karl backed up a bit “he told me that you had a little crush?” You leaned against the doorframe.

“Maybe I do, what about it?” Karl looked away and lowered his head a bit “well maybe I like you too. I don’t know, I still find you annoying and irritating!” You confessed “I wouldn’t like it any other way. Would you consider dating me?” Karl reached out and grabbed your hand gently “oh fuck-“ you cursed.

“If you’d of asked me any other day than my answer would be so clear! If you’d asked me yesterday than I’d say no but- maybe I like talking to you and arguing with you a little too much to just be your enemy.” You dropped your head and started to blush.

This was a very embarrassing situation for you and you didn’t know what to do “so you’re not sure if you like me or not?” Karl asked “correct. I mean- I’d stare at you from far away and blush but that doesn’t necessary mean that I like you, right?” You hesitated.

“Are you afraid that you might like me?” Karl walked closer towards you “maybe a bit. We’ve been enemies for so long, I’m afraid of what will happen between us if we stop” you answered “I’m sure we’ll still find things to fight about when we’re together” Karl smiled “well- than yes! I’ll go on one date with you” Karl squealed with joy.

“Yes! You’re making me the happiest man alive!” He hugged you “yeah, yeah, am I gonna get that red stone anytime soon?” You pestered him “sure thing! Can I pick you up later tonight?” Karl asked you “8’o clock and no time later than that” you replied before walking off with his red stone.

“Hey wait!- can I kiss you? Just this once?” Karl had started to annoy you with the way he was trying to explain why it’d be better to kiss him now instead of on your first date so you decided to shut him up. You grabbed him by the collar and pressed your lips against his.

This relationship of yours was gonna be a real hassle but you knew you’d make it out alive (not sure about Karl tho)

[k3rm1e]

heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3

accomplishments

heyo!! i was wondering if you would mind writing hc’s for a reader who just had a major accomplishment but their parents don’t really congratulate them or anything, and then philza celebrates with them instead and tells reader how proud he is. i kinda want some dadza comfort rn :’) anyway, thank you sm!! have a great day <3

hello anon! i’m sorry i took a while to answer this. i went a bit off track with this and got A LOT more angsty, so i’m really sorry about that. If you want me to make a much more fluffier or mellowed-out version, i’d be happy to. please, read the trigger warnings before reading this.

i don’t plan on writing more angst-y things like this, especially not this angsty, so don’t worry. once again, please, if you would like me to rewrite this into a less emotional version i’d be happy to

cw: swearing

tw: talk of god and the church, slight manipulation, repetition of words

accomplishments:

  holy shit. you were in disbelief. a state of shock. one million twitch followers. one. million. followers. you were silent. shock can have many effects on a person. some scream and laugh out of joy, or a misplaced sense of mania. others cry, because they cannot handle it. some remain confused, because their brains are unable to conceptualize the event. you were silent.

  what should you do? would a “thank you” tweet be good enough or would it come off as insincere? should you wait to stream? or would that make people feel you didn’t care because you took so long? through the anxiety you could feel the true realization that you now had one million followers. like a truck, you were hit with the most excited feeling ever. getting up, you jumped around your room. you spun and jumped and cheered and whooped and yelled and smiled and danced and were overflowing with joy, with the acknowledgement that you had done it, you had really fucking done it. 

  opening the window above your desk, without a single fuck, you screamed. “WHOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! FUCK YEAH!!!!!!” let’s just hope your neighbors don’t wake up.

  you stayed up all night, celebrating. tweeting out a thank you, you received congratulations from your fans and friends while you talked with the people in your discord vcs.

  in the morning, your mother and father had woken up. with a newfound determination, you ran downstairs. streaming was your passion and you wanted to tell the world what you had done. but, because of limitations, your mother was your metaphorical world.

  “mom! mom! mom! mother, mother, mumther!!” you shouted, dashing down the stairs, tripping over your feet. stupid wood flooring and slidy socks.

  from your place at the bottom of the stairs, you heard her sigh, “yes, sweetie?”

  you bounded over to her, setting your arms on the kitchen counter. from the hallway you could see your dad, who was sitting on the couch drinking his sunday morning coffee. “mom! guess what?” without giving her time to respond, you shouted, “i hit one million follows on twitch! one freaking million!”.

  your mother didn’t seem as enthusiastic as you. “is that why you were causing such a ruckus last night? and, watch your mouth, even though ‘freaking’ isn’t a ‘true’ curse, i don’t want you swearing. especially not on the lord’s day. i couldn’t fathom going to church everyday, only to allow you to have a mouth like that.” she continued to stare at her work papers.

  “oh, uh, okay mother. dad? did you hear me? i hit one million on twitch.” you awkwardly turned your head over to your father.

  “she’s right, you know that, don’t you sweetie?” your father stood up, and made his way into the kitchen. “language like that, it’s shameful. surely, we don’t need you to have a private session with father paulson, do we?” your dad stood next to your mother, rubbing her back as he stared at you.

  “no, no, of course not. um, i’m gonna go upstairs now.” you turned around, wishing you could simply disappear.

  “without breakfast? are you truly that upset with us? we can’t have you ending up like those people, committing sinful acts and going to hell. god would never forgive you. we’re already taking a risk allowing you to stream, putting yourself out there.”

  both your mother and father stared at you. your blood felt like ice in your veins. the white walls of your house seemed so much brighter, yet duller at the same time. everything felt a white-pure-pink-orange. your breathing got uneasy. choppy. in, out, out, in, in, in, out, in, in, out, out for different increments of time. 5, 3, 2, 7, 10, 9, 6, 4, 1, 6, 8, seconds, over and over and over.

  “we just wanna protect you, dear. we love you, don’t you get that?” your mother stared at you.

  you felt like a scene in those movies. the ones that directly cater to teens who thought their lives were shit when in reality they just hadn’t grown up enough to make sense of something yet. were you one of those teens? or is this actually wrong. you don’t think it is, but you don’t talk to others about this. family matters stay in the family was a common phrase repeated in your household. the church was family, they could know. your mother and father, they could know. others, they must not know, never know.

  “of course, mother, father.” you wanted to force yourself to speak, but syllables were incapable of getting past your lips. your mouth was full of peanut butter from the sandwiches served in your elementary school cafeteria. but, the partly frozen chocolate milk always washed it down. “of course. i love you guys too. love you.” you smiled, a disgusting smile that felt violating to exist on your face, violating, violating, violating.

  you dashed up the stairs, to your room, up, up, up. running in, you wanted to slam the door, scream out the window, puch your pillow, smash your pc, cry, whatever you could do to get out your emotions. but instead, you lightly shut your door and slowly walked over to your desk chair to see who was online. you would go live later. it was only 5 AM, after all. they could wait. at least, you hoped they could.

  opening discord, just to see what everyone was doing, you saw philza minecraft was online. you went over and messaged him, ‘phil. philza. philza minecraft. vc please?’ in response, you received a short, ‘sure m8, gimme a minute’ you waited, until you heard the noise confirming he had joined.

  “good morning phil.” your energy from before had receded back into the confines of your chest. the prior excitement was gone and replaced with a feeling of fatigue.

  “morning mate, how are you? congrats on the one mill!” phil sounded excited, happy for you. you smiled, chuckling a bit.

  “i’m alright man, just tired. how are you? and, thanks for the congrats.” you smiled, feeling the fatigue set in.

  “i’m good. but you, you don’t sound very good. couldn’t sleep, could ya’? that was how i was when i hit one mill. way too excited to sleep.”

  “yeah. yeah, i’m just tired.” you were getting a bit too tired to talk. the day had barely started, and yet the full-body emotional exhaustion had set.

  “‘just tired’? the hell happened kid?” phil’s voice sounded concerned. fuck. the last thing you wanted to do was worry him. he had his own life and you had already caused enough trouble today.

  “it’s nothing big phil, seriously. just my parents.” there, a slight bit of information. family matters still within the family, just a few words.

  “they being shitbirds? or are you lying, and something big did happen?” he was being inquisitive, which was dangerous. questions were dangerous.

  “no, why would i lie?” his inquisitiveness would continue, you knew. so you spilled the metaphorical beans. “they just, just weren’t as supportive as i’d wished they were when i told them. i was really psyched, y’know? and them, just sort of, not giving a shit? i don’t know man, it just feels bad.”

  “i get you. it’s shit, when people don’t care about your accomplishments. my parents never really saw streaming as a true profession in the beginning, which led to shit like you describing. i promise it gets better though, even if it feels like shit now. and, for what it’s worth, i’m proud of you.”

  “it’s fine phil, you don’t need to try to make me feel better. i’m okay, seriously.” you didn’t need or want his pity. accepting it would feel patronizing.

  “no, you need to understand that i’m not fucking around. one million is a big fuckin’ thing, especially for you who hasn’t been streaming all that long to achieve. it’s fucking amazing, mate. be proud of yourself, for christ’s sake.” his fake anger chimed through your headphones. even though you were being berated, you still felt better.

  “thank you, phil. i needed that.”

  “your welcome, mate. and look, anytime your parents are being shit, don’t try to hold it all in. call me, or wil, or someone, okay? don’t hold that shit in.”

  you fake sighed, just to piss him off. “okayyyyyy….”

  “good. now, go take a nap or some shit. i love you, kid.”

  “love you too, dadza.” this time, your words didn’t feel forced. the smile on your face wasn’t violating, but an invitation to better times. it would be alright. okay.

[hydroponicjj]

No Body, No Crime [2]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female!Peterkin!Reader

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: Mentions of Drugs/Alcohol, Swearing, etc

Summary: Rafe is finding himself having trouble trusting Y/N, even after what she did for him.

A/N: Hello! This is the second chapter of No Body, No Crime. Please enjoy and, let me know if you’d like to be on the taglist! <3

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

The entire drive over to Topper's made you extremely nervous. Your stomach felt as if it was in a knot that couldn't be undone.

It only got worse when you began to recognize the scenery of Figure 8.

It was unusual of you to be so anxious.

Usually, you’re hyper-focused. You don’t have time to worry about all the possible things that could go wrong but, Rafe made you feel different.

Typically, the two of you would only interact in passing. Oftentimes in the kitchen at his house when you needed him to help you reach something on the top shelf.

Now, you’re about to see each other in a brand new light. Going from strangers to...

Honestly, you didn’t really know how to classify this blossoming relationship, considering it hasn’t started yet.

Turning a corner into a neighborhood, you recognized Topper's mansion almost immediately.

It was the second house on the right with pillars and a baby blue door. There were tiny American flags pitched in the yard with small lights showcasing their entrance.

There were so many cars parked on the street and in the driveway that it was nearly impossible for you to get close without clipping a vehicle.

Finding a good spot near the sidewalk, you emerged from your car, making sure to check that it was locked (a habit you learned from your mother).

Drawing closer to the front door, you spotted Rafe.

He was sitting ominously in a rocking chair on the porch, looking out into the yard.

"Hey." You called out. He broke from his intense gaze and glanced at you.

"Shit, I totally forgot that you were coming." He pinched the bridge of his nose, turning his head.

"Well, I'm here so.." You trailed off, taking a seat next to him.

Instantly, Rafe began to draw away from you. You noticed but refrained from commenting on it, not knowing what his problem was.

It wasn't long after that the tension started to fill the air. You’re usually the one keeping your distance from him, not vice versa.

“Are-Are you going to say anything?” You asked, nervously.

You had no idea what made his energy shift from the last time you spoke to him but, this wasn’t the same Rafe that you saw that afternoon.

“What do you want me to say?” He replied sharply, glancing over in your direction.

You were taken aback by him, “Rafe. You asked me to meet you here. I have no idea what the hell is going on. So, I just— I wanna know what’s happening.”

He froze, inhaling deeply. It was clear that he was searching for the right words to say that would get his message across.

“Y/N, I don’t trust you. You might be Sarah’s best friend but, you’re also the sheriffs' daughter.” His voice was cold and distant.

He genuinely viewed you as some kind of threat. Less than 7 hours ago, he was more than willing to rope you into whatever he had going on, and now, you’re just a burden to him.

You scoffed, “You seemed pretty happy to get your drugs back this afternoon. Was I the sheriffs' daughter then?”

“I stole from my mom, Rafe. That’s not something you just do for fun. Especially when you have a lot to lose on your end, okay. So, if I rat you out, I’m going down too.”

Guilt instantly flashed behind his blue eyes. It was evident as his features began to soften and he lowered his eyebrows.

He began to speak but, you cut him off, “Listen, Rafe, I don’t expect us to go out and get matching tattoos anytime soon but, we have to learn to trust each other, or else this thing isn’t going to work.”

He chuckled lightly, flashing you a crooked smile, “Yeah.” Rafe replied simply.

The loud booming of music coming from inside filled the silence.

“Didn’t you graduate high school yesterday?” Rafe asked, quirking his head to the side.

“Yeah... I-I did.” You replied, still surprised.

You weren’t valedictorian like your mother planned but, you were pretty damn close. Still, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Susan Peterkin so, you spent the entirety of graduation sulking.

You didn’t even get a chance to enjoy your High School graduation.

A sour taste formed in your mouth as your throat began to get tighter by the second.

Rafe noticed your sudden discomfort, “Well, you’re at a party. Why don’t you go inside and have fun? Celebrate the milestone.”

“You should celebrate too. I mean- finishing your first year of college.” You acknowledged, awkwardly trying to shift the conversation toward him.

“I took a gap year. Too many things to do and not enough time.” He shrugged.

You were so entranced by the way Rafe spoke. He wasn’t like you, who felt the need to give the deepest, most profound explanation for everything.

He was simple.

You liked simple.

Standing up, you extended your hand in his direction, “Come on,” you paused, grabbing him by the wrist, “We’re going inside.”

“No no no,” he protested, “I already told my friends I was leaving so,” Rafe resisted your grasp, staying firmly in his seat.

“I think we can handle Topper and Kelce.” You scoffed, giving him a playful look.

Rafe knit his eyebrows together, contemplating. It had already been an extremely long night. But, he was having a hard time pulling out the response from his chest.

"Shitttt," He drew out, "What the hell. It'd be nice to see you pull the stick out of your ass and relax."

Eyes lighting up and a smile tugging on your lips, you yanked on his wrist again. This time, he rose from the rocking chair, peering down at you, "Don't make me regret this, Peterkin."

"How could you possibly regret anything when you're with me?" You sent him a sly wink.

Twisting the front-door handle, you entered the Thorton household.

Your senses were instantly triggered. Your ears struggled to determine which was louder, the music or screaming of teenagers. Your eyes reacted to the fluorescent light projected on the ceiling.

The scent was absolutely putrid. Sweaty bodies and alcohol were not a good mixture, not under any circumstances.

"Ugh," Covering your nose with your right hand, you peered back at Rafe. He seemed completely fine.

This was normal for him.

Watching as he maneuvered around this situation with such ease inspired you.

Rafe was a complete mystery to you. Although with every interaction, he became less of a riddle, it was still a challenge trying to figure him out.

Abruptly, someone from behind you yelled, tearing you from your trance, "I said that you'd be back!"

Turning around, you saw Kelce and Topper making their way towards the two of you.

"Yeah, yeah," Rafe responded, playfully, drifting closer to his two friends.

A mere seconds later, Topper noticed you standing at a feeble 1 and a half feet shorter than Rafe.

"Holy shit," He gasped, "A-Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Y/N Peterkin at a party?"

This caught Kelce's attention and, he certainly couldn't resist making a sly comment, "How's your mom? Is she still 6 feet up the Pogues ass or....?"

Scoffing, you began to walk away but, something caught your shoulder.

"Listen, she's a bitch but, not as nearly as much as you think." Rafe defended.

You couldn't help but laugh, “Thanks.”

Yes, it was a shitty, backhanded compliment. But, it was coming from Rafe Cameron so, that's the best you're gonna get.

"Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it," Commented Kelce, turning his head to look around at the scenery.

“Rafe,” Topper paused, “Are you trying to get even more fucked up tonight?”

Glancing at Rafe, you noticed how tired he looked. Drooping eyes and hunched shoulders gave away how he was feeling.

“No, he has other priorities on his mind.” You chimed in.

“Ohhhhhhhh.” Kelce raised his eyebrows.

Wiggling two fingers between the two of you, “Are you guys....? You know?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kelce. You’re a goddamned idiot.” Rafe rolled his eyes, pushing his friend lightly.

“Relax. I’m not gonna swoop in on your girl. Just curious who you’re fucking this week.”

Glancing up at Rafe, he appeared extremely fed up with the current conversation.

“Come on, man,” Topper said, pulling Kelce by the shoulder, “Let’s leave these two alone. I’m sure they’ve got loads of shit to catch up on.”

The two walked out of the entryway, side by side, and floated right back into the epicenter of the party.

“Why do you do that?” You questioned, almost instantly.

Looking in your direction, he responded, “What are you talking about?”

Sighing, you began, “You willingly hang out with Dumb and Dumber,”

“You could be surrounded by people that are on the same intellectual level as you. Yet, you surround yourself with people like those 2 that are only interested in being so high that they can’t remember their name.”

Rafe shook his head, “It doesn’t matter.”

There he goes again. Being simple. Summing up everything he has to say in a mere 3 words.

"He deserves better than that." You thought but didn't say.

In your head, you could see Rafe walking away from the conversation and, you wanted him as close as possible (because you're not used to parties.... no other reason.... of course).

"This is stressing me out," You commented jokingly, running your hands through your hair.

If you weren't so hyperaware of your surroundings, you would've missed the way that Rafe was glancing at you.

He looked as if he was trying to decipher what was going on in your head.

“Come on.” He nodded his head in the direction of the living room (aka where 90% of the party-goers were).

You grinned slightly, “I was deprived of partying my entire 4 years of High School. I don’t think I should start now.”

You turned around and sat on the love seat in the Thornton entryway.

“You dragged me back in here so, the least you could do is sway your hips to some shitty music.”

“Maybe.” You smirked, teasing him.

“Alright, I’ll find Topper and Kelce. I’m sure they’ve got something interesting for me.” Rafe began to exit the room.

“Fine,” you rose from your seat immediately, catching his attention.

You shook your head in disapproval, “So manipulative.”

A smug look was plastered on Rafe’s face, “Yeah, well.... it worked.”

He shrugged and sent you a smirk.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

You had never felt so free in your entire life.

It was surprising that such a wild atmosphere made you feel a sense of comfort and enjoyment, rather than fear and anxiety.

Maybe it was the fact that you clung to Rafe for the majority of the time.

He was such a social hotspot.

People of all ages and demographics were speaking to him. He kept the conversations brief and, it was clear that he wasn't very interested.

Nevertheless, he was dragged into a game of beer pong, and (with the help of Topper and Kelce) he agreed to play BUT, only if you did.

At first, you were hesitant, having no idea how to play but, there was something inside of you that hated the thought of saying no to Rafe.

You indulged him and decided to play, with the exception that you didn't drink, considering that you had to drive back home to the Cut.

It took a few tries for you to actually get the hang of things but, Rafe helped a lot.

He would often adjust your form, wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you in another direction.

It made you nervous yet excited having him in such close proximity to you, whispering in your ear which direction to throw the ball.

Ultimately, the two of you ended up winning against Topper and Kelce (who were pissed that they lost to such an inexperienced player).

That was the beginning of the fun.

After that, you didn't feel the need to cling to Rafe as tight as you had been before.

You went off and had conversations with people that didn't go to your High School, which also meant they had no clue who your mother was.

You used to be extremely familiar with Figure 8 and you often found yourself missing it from time to time.

It was very nice to be able to surround yourself with people that weren't foaming at the mouth to run and tell your mother everything they saw.

It wasn't until you began to dance, swaying your hips to the beat that Rafe found you again.

"Y/N, I--I need a ride home." He began, speaking in a low but rushed tone.

"What?!" You yelled, not being able to hear him over the music.

You took a glance at him and, he looked horrible.

His eyes were extremely red and he reeked of alcohol and plenty of other illegal substances.

Not only that but, Rafe seemed extremely jittery. Almost as if something bad was going to happen if he didn't leave immediately.

Seeing the stress of the situation, you gripped Rafe by the arm and tugged him out of the hectic scene and into the nearest quiet room.

Finding a bathroom right before the kitchen, the two of you entered.

You sat him on the edge of the tub, crouching in front of him.

"Rafe," You paused, clutching the sides of his face, "Look at me. What's going on?"

Opening his eyes, he began to speak, "Please, just, please. Take me home." He buried his head into your shoulder.

You were stunned by his actions, having no idea what drug he took that made him act like that.

But, now was not the time to question Rafe, he needed your help and after all the progress the two of you made that evening, you weren't going to leave him behind.

"O-okay, okay. Yes, I'll take you home."

You stood up, continuing to hold his arm, afraid that he'd fall back into the tub.

"Rafe, can you stand? Can you walk?" You asked.

He nodded then rose, towering over you.

"Here," You directed him towards the sink, "Splash some cold water onto your face, okay?"

He did as you told him, gathering a scoop of water in his palms and splattered it onto his face.

After, he seemed slightly more coherent but, not nearly enough.

The two of you emerged from the bathroom. You were still clung to his arm, leading him in the direction of the exit.

Once, you left the inside of the house, you were bombarded with cars from all angles.

It then hit you that you had to park on the street.

As you led Rafe down the infinitely long driveway, you cursed in your head, upset at the universe for making you work against gravity in order to keep him from face-planting.

Finally, making it to your car, you reached in your pocket and unlocked it.

Opening the door to the passenger's side, you plopped Rafe in the seat and buckled him in.

You ran around the front of the car, trying to get back to Rafe as soon as possible.

"Rafe, do you have everything? Your phone, wallet, keys?"

"Mhm." He replied, setting his head on the back of the seat.

With that, you took one last glance at Rafe and put the car in drive.

「 ₊˚.༄ 」

Pulling into the driveway, you noticed that the Cameron household was quiet.

The only light coming from inside was the glare of the TV from Wheezie's room.

"Rafe, we're here." You said, shaking him. He had fallen asleep seconds after you started driving.

He didn't waste any time getting out of the car. Unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the door, he headed in the direction of the garage.

As he approached, it opened.

"I know they're rich but, damn, motion detected garage?" You commented, continuing to watch, making sure Rafe made it inside safely.

It wasn't until you started saw him stop that you noticed a figure standing in front of him.

It was Ward Cameron.

"Shit."

You knew Ward was going to give Rafe crap for staying out late, partying so, the least you could do was try and cover for him.

Emerging from your car, you walked towards the garage.

"Rafe, I need you to do it, okay? I don't want Sarah getting involved-" You caught the end of what Ward was saying before he stopped.

"Y/N!" He greeted, a smile on his face.

"Hey, Mr.Cameron." You waved awkwardly, sending a forced smile.

"Thank you so much for bringing this one home," He grabbed Rafe by the shoulder, pulling him into a side hug.

"No problem! I just needed his help with some things. The least I could do was take him home." You replied.

"Yeah, yeah," Ward nodded his head, looking back at the door.

"Listen, Y/N, thanks for putting in a good word with your mom. We really appreciate it."

"I'm sorry?" You knit your eyebrows in confusion.

"I got a call from the station today saying the charges against Rafe had been dropped. All of us are so thrilled that we can resume a normal life and move past this." He placed a hand on his chest.

You had no idea what he was talking about. Your mom wasn't home yet. There was no way she could've seen the drugs had been taken from her safe yet.

But, you had to play it cool, not wanting Ward to ask any questions "Sure, sure." you answered.

"Okay, welp," He paused, "Have a nice night, Y/N. Come by tomorrow and see us." Ward finished, hurridly.

With that, he turned around swiftly and went back inside his house, through the garage door.

That entire interaction was odd. You had never seen Ward act so tense.

Also, you couldn't help but wonder what was so urgent that Sarah couldn't do?

It had been less than 24 hours and, you're already wrapped up in things you couldn't begin to comprehend.

"I need to sleep."

Walking back to your car, you entered the driver's seat.

Putting the car in reverse, you exited the Cameron house and began your journey back to the Cut.

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[weelittleweasley]

guitar lesson (f.w.)

prompt: the band that the weasley siblings had formed brought new excitement to hogwarts. new music, new 

pairing: guitarist!fred weasley x fem! reader

warnings: language, allusions to sex (for like one second)

word count: 4.7k

a/n: this is literally just pure fluff. pure cute musical fluff.

George groaned and halted his drumming, “Bloody hell, Ronald, it’s not that hard to get the chord progression right after the third time drilling the song!” he cried out before tucking a drumstick behind his ear. “We go from G to B minor to E minor back to B minor. What is so hard about that?” he scolds his brother who just rolls his eyes. “Do we want to get this right or not?” George looks to the rest of the band comprised of his other siblings.

Ron just retorted simply, “It’s the first time we’ve ran this song in weeks, George. Everyone is rusty. Just give it a rest. We’ll get it right next go. Besides, aren’t we due for a five?” he looks to his sister who gives him eager eyes and a nod, signaling they were in desperate need of a break. 

George scoffs at his younger brother and says, “No, you’ll get it right the next go. Which starts now. Ginny, from the chorus. Fred, keep the chords crunchy, it sounds better that way. Ron, don’t fuck it up. Ready?” George directs the band as they all sigh. 

They had only been in band practice for an hour and a half and George was already making it a living hell. Sure, it was his idea to form a band and it seemed like a great idea. It was a way to spend more time together, to make music, to meet new people, and blow off some steam. If anything, Fred was the first one to jump on the offer. He knew that it would be a way for his family to bond, but also a way for him to show off his guitar skills that he had been honing for the past few years. Fred had once said, “Ladies love musicians. Especially the guitarists.”

But now it seemed like the band, which once was a low-key, stress free environment has changed wildly. Almost overnight things took a rapid 360. George had managed to book a gig for their band, The Burrow Bangers, at Three Broomsticks for the next weekend. George had convinced Madam Rosmerta to let them have the whole building for the evening for the gig if they promised to bring in the people. Which would not be a problem. Students were itching to see the band of siblings play. But this meant high stakes for the Weasleys. A real gig, paying them real money, to play real music. All they had ever done before was fuck around and play random music that they thought was funny. But this? This was all very new and very different than what they were used to.

With a few strikes of his drumsticks, George yelled out, “A 1, 2, 3, 4!” And the band swelled with music, George keeping rhythm on the drum kit, Fred wailing on his guitar, Ron strumming on the bass, and Ginny belting into the mic.

“She’s a Killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine, Dynamite with a laser beam. Guaranteed to blow your mind; anytime...” Ginny belted into the mic, her alto voice resonating throughout the room of requirement as Ron and Fred stared at each other, wondering when they would get a break. Fred looked concerned at Ginny who's voice was obviously getting tired from belting for an hour and a half with no water or bathroom break.

Fred drops his guitar and speaks, “Hold on, hold on!” The band fades slowly before George throws up his hands in protest, asking why they stopped. “Do you not hear Ginny’s voice? She’s tired. We’re all tired, Georgie. We’ve been working non-stop for next week’s gig. I don’t think a ten minute break is gonna kill us,” he protests.

George rolls his eyes, “None of you are taking this seriously. We are getting paid for this. People are coming to watch us. Don’t you wanna be decent?” George rises from his seat, searching the eyes of his siblings for some agreement. 

Instead, he’s met with concerned eyes and tired expressions. Ginny looked absolutely exhausted, Fred looked exasperated, and Ron was flat out fed up. But all were equally concerned as to why their brother was so gassed up over this gig. George sighs, “I-” Fred gives him a sympathetic smile. “Of course, we wanna be good, Georgie. But we need to balance things out. Let’s all take a break for a while. Reconvene tonight after some much needed rest and we’ll talk details of rehearsals then. Good?”

Ron eagerly nods his head before slipping the bass off from around his body. Ginny turns off the mic and starts out with Ron, talks of what was for dinner in the Great Hall. Fred approaches his twin and places a hand on his shoulder. “What’s bugging you?” he asks, knowing that this behavior wasn’t typical for George. It wasn’t like George to get serious all of a sudden and push everyone to work without a break. Something was up and Fred could read it all over his brother’s face. 

Defeated, George sighs. “I don’t know, Fred. I guess I’m getting myself all worked up because I invited Angelina to the show and I wanted to ask to be my girlfriend and I guess I just want things to be perfect for her in a way.” Fred gives his brother a knowing look, wiggling his eyebrows. “Oh, shut it, you dickhead,” George laughs, pushing his brother’s shoulder. “You’d do the same if you fancied someone,” he teases Fred as his twin shrugs. “Freddie...you don’t mean to tell me no girl has walked up to you and has told you how hot it was that you played lead guitar in Hogwarts’ premiere band?” he teases.

Fred laughs, “Can’t say anyone has...yet.”

This makes George laugh and shake his brother’s shoulders. “That’s the spirit,” George slings his arm over Fred’s shoulder. The two twins carry back their band equipment as they make their way to the Gryffindor common room. “Seriously, Freddie, I bet I can set you up with one of Angie’s friends. I’ll tell Angie to bring her to the show and she can see just how sexy you look fingering those strings,” George alludes as Fred chuckles. 

“Nah, mate, I don’t wanna just have a set up of a date. I want to naturally meet a girl, you know?” Fred tells his twin as George rolls his eyes. Fred was always a hopeless romantic deep down. Although he had some flings in the past and had his fun with shagging a few girls casually here and there, Fred was looking for something more serious now. Someone he could connect with. “I’m not expecting for the perfect girl to be right around the corner, Georgie, but I’m not expecting her to be a-”

Fred stops mid sentence as he feels his body collide with another body as they walk around the corner of the hallway, making Fred and the person he had bumped into stumble back a bit. “Godric, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t pay attention to where I was going,” Fred looks around at the sheet music that was now cast about the floor. “Did I make you drop anything?” Fred asks, now looking up at a pair of eyes that made his heart skip a beat.

There you stood, a little flustered, in a hurry on your way to the library. You were late for a study group with some of your friends from your Charms class and it would be your third time late this week. If you were late again, they would surely give you shit for it. But as you took in who was causing you to run late, you suddenly didn’t mind. “Uh,” you gulp, “I’m alright, don’t worry. I should have watched where I was going. Now I’ve made quite the mess, haven’t I?” you lightly laugh as you crouch down to help him pick up the miscellaneous pieces of sheet music.

Fred joins you on the floor, picking up the scattered sheets. “It’s equally our mess,” Fred gives you a soft smile as you blush lightly. 

Fred looks up at George who wiggles his brows as if to say Oh La-La! before he winks at his brother. “Oh, hey (Y/N),” George speaks before continuing to walk down the hallway, giving his dear twin some privacy. Fred shoot his brother a look to say, Mate, what the fuck? 

“Hey, Georgie,” you laugh. The two of you continue to pick up the pieces of parchment as you inspect the scribbling on them to be the treble clef. “You’re a musician?” you ask him, referring to the sheets. Fred nods. “What instrument?”

“Guitar,” Fred beams as you widen your eyes and nod. “I’m actually in a band with George and my other siblings,” he tells you. “I didn’t know you were friends with George.”

You hand him a small pile of sheet music before you both rise to your feet. “Yeah, George and I have been friends for a little while. I helped tutor him in Divinations class,” you tell Fred who nods. Fred mentally yells that he wishes George would have told him that he was friends with an absolute stunner of a girl. “I didn’t know that you and George were in a band. That’s really cool,” you tell Fred with a smile.

As you stand before Fred Weasley, you hope he doesn’t know how flustered you were. You had always seen him in the halls with George and admired how charming and handsome he was from a far, but never said anything to him. You could have easily told George that you had a thing for his twin, but you were far too nervous to act on your little crush. You clutched your textbooks closer to your chest as Fred fixed the strap of his guitar on his chest, muscles flexing underneath his shirt as your eyes darting to watch them tug against the thin shirt material. 

Fred spoke, “We started the band a couple of months ago. So it’s a pretty recent development.”

You nod your head and awkwardly stand before him before realizing that you were just staring at Fred’s face, admiring how his lips curled into a little smirk when he looked at you. Clearing your throat, you breathe, “Wicked.” Fred chuckles. “I’ve always been fascinated by musicians. I wanted to teach myself how to play guitar, but I’ve never gotten around to it,” you word vomit, instantly regretting the words coming out of your mouth. Damn it, (Y/N), you might as well just tell him your life story, you think to yourself. 

With a cheeky smile, you watch Fred’s face light up. “I could teach you,” he suggest as your eyes widen. Fred immediately back pedals. “If you want! I mean, Godric knows that you are probably very busy, but if you ever wanted an instructor, I wouldn’t mind giving you lessons,” he retorts as you can’t help but have a lazy smile appear on your lips. Fred’s heart skips another beat as he gulps. “That’s only if you’d like me to teach you, (Y/N).”

The way he spoke your name made your stomach erupt with butterflies. His voice was like honey as words parted from his lips, the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. You watched his eyes as they looked into yours, monitoring how you reacted to his proposal. 

Guitar lessons with Fred Weasley? You would have to be mental if you said no. With a meek smile and you reply, “You really don’t have to, Fred.”

“I want to,” he jumps before clearing his throat, realizing how quickly he answered, making you giggle as Fred blushes a deep red that matched his hair. “I would like to teach you, (Y/N).”

With a nod, you say, “I’d like you to teach me.” 

Fred smiles widely. “Wicked,” he breathes out as you look away from his gaze to hide your rosy cheeks. “Just one catch,” he smirks as you furrow your brows. “You have to come to our show next week. At Three Broomsticks. And bring friends.”

Extending your hand, you tease him, “You’ve got a deal.” Fred shakes your hand firmly as you laugh. “I’ll see you around, Fred.”

You start down the opposite direction before Fred calls out. “First lesson is on Thursday! 4pm sharp,” Fred says as you flip around to look at him. “Tardiness is not tolerated,” he winks at you as you roll your eyes before walking away to the library.

As you walked down the corridors, you could help but smile to yourself. Your cheeks tingled from your large grin as you toyed with the edges of your books. The thought of Fred Weasley’s hands guiding yours as he taught you how to play guitar made your heart giddy. You nibbled on your bottom lip at the thought that danced around your head. Suddenly, you didn’t care how late you were to this study group.

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Thursday rolled around slowly, but surely and Fred was checking himself out in the mirror, combing his fingers through his red hair, brushing the pieces out of his face. He nervously looked at himself in the mirror. Should he have shaved? Was he wearing too much cologne? Should he brush his teeth for a third time?

He frantically ran around his dormitory room, thinking he should change his shirt again. Maybe you liked the color green better than blue. As if the color of his shirt would determine the outcome of this lesson/date. Fred didn’t even know if he could count this as a date. 

George tapped out rhythms on his bed frame, watching Fred change his shirt for the fourth time as he shook his head. “Freddie, mate, are you really sweating that much?” he laughed.

Fred shot his twin a dirty look. “No,” he spat. “I just...I like the green better than the blue,” he lied, pulling the green shirt over his head and down his torso. Fred darted to his bed and grabbed his guitar and checked the time on his watch. He had ten minutes. “Good Godric,” he huffed.

“You alright? Haven’t seen you this shaken up since the time you thought you ate puking pastilles before your O.W.L.s,” George laughed as he tapped away on his bed frame. 

Fred nervously tapped on his thighs, “I’m fine, George. I, uh, I’m giving (Y/N) a guitar lesson today,” he reveals to his twin who's eyes widen and chuckles, “It’s just a lesson. Nothing else. But I’m bloody nervous about it.”

Sitting up, George speaks, “You got nothing to worry about, mate.” He walks over to Fred and places reassuring hands on Fred’s shoulders. “(Y/N)s a great girl. She’s sweet and funny and proper fit,” George raises his brows as Fred groans. “I’m teasing you, Freddie, calm down. You’ve got nothing to lose. Now get down there and make her swoon.”

Fred was never nervous for dates or flirting with girls. All of that stuff came naturally to him. But for some reason the thought of you was enough to make his stomach do somersaults. The palms of his hands got sweaty when your name was spoken. There was something about you that made Fred Weasley lose his senses and that was hard to do. 

Shaking it off, Fred huffs and leaves the dormitory making his way down to the common room. With each step he descended, his heart beat harder and faster against his rib cage. As he came down the stairs, your figure came into view which only made Fred’s mouth dry with anxiousness and excitement. He took a deep breath in and exhaled in attempt to calm himself down. I got this, she’s just a girl, he thought to himself. “4:00 on the dot,” Fred speaks, getting your attention, causing you to turn around to face him with a smile on your lips. “Very punctual, (Y/L/N).”

You take a good look at Fred and think about how effortlessly good he looked. Hunter green t-shirt hung on his tall frame perfectly as he walked over to where you sat on the couch, acoustic guitar in his hands. “Not to toot my own horn, but I was here at 3:55, Weasley,” you joke as he smiles. “Early is on time and on time is late.”

Fred chuckles, “In that case, pardon me for my tardiness. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive someone as foolish as me.”

His smile made your heart flutter and you couldn’t help but smile back at him. His joy was infectious. How could someone be so addictive? “Hmmm,” you pretend to think, “You’re lucky I’m such a kind and forgiving person.”

Fred places a hand over his heart and feigns relief. “Thank Merlin,” he fans himself as you chuckle. “Alright. You ready to get started?” he asks as you nod your head. “Brilliant, let’s start with the basics...”

After an hour of trial and error, you had managed to learned some chord progressions and strumming techniques from Fred. You had to give it to him; he was a great teacher. He was patient and smart and knowledgable. Not to mention, you loved listening to him talk about music and how passionate he was about playing. When he talked, he spoke with so much heart and life, it made you gently smile as you watched how animated he became. Fred Weasley really was one of a kind. 

You were nearing the end of your lesson as Fred showed you how to play an F chord on the guitar. “Best chord,” he spoke as you looked at him quizzically. “F is for Fred, keep up (Y/N),” he teases making you scoff. 

He explained the finger placements as you struggled to get it just right. “Wait, my second finger goes where?” you ask again as Fred points to the third string. You adjust and strum as an off-key chord resonates. “Now, that can’t be right,” you laugh as Fred shakes his head.

Fred gets up and moves from the chair in front of you to the seat next to you on the couch. He looks at you and asks, “May I?” He gestures to placing his hand on yours as you shake your head.

Gently, Fred places his hand on yours that holds the neck of the guitar as the other hand rests on your other elbow. Having his body is such close proximity to yours made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt his chest press against your back. Fred’s fingers adjust your placement carefully as if you were made of glass, trying his hardest not to make you break into a thousand bits. “This finger goes on the third string and this one stays on the second,” he lowly instructs. “And now, strum,” he speaks, a smile in his voice.

And so you do, a soft F chord playing as the strings underneath your fingertips hum sweetly. You two let the sound ring a little bit, either one of you not daring to breathe, scared to say or do anything. Just the position that you were in, his hands on yours, his chin resting near your shoulder, your back pressed against his chest. You gulped and exhaled softly. “Pretty,” you smiled.

Fred chuckled softly. “Yes, you are,” he spoke making your heart stop, wondering if he had just spoken those words. 

You turn to face him, a questioning look in your eyes as Fred allows a small smirk to dance on his lips. Cheeky bastard, you think to yourself as you smile at him. 

The two of you remain in this position, looking into each other’s eyes for a moment. Fred’s eyes were a rich brown, like pools of chocolate melting under the summer sun. His eyes were full of playfulness and cheer which made joy course through your veins. Fred Weasley was special. 

You didn’t even realize that he was leaning in until his forehead was pressed against yours and you connected the gap between you two, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. As you kissed, he inhaled deeply, cupping your cheek with his hand, bringing you closer to him. His hands were calloused from the guitar strings as they pressed against your soft cheek. You pressed your lips onto his harder as Fred smiled gently into the kiss, enjoying every moment. You were first to pull away, but it didn’t last long, Fred’s lips following yours for another kiss as you giggled lightly. His lips were soft and tasted of sweet cinnamon and you wanted more, like your own drug. 

Fred gently pulled away before speaking, “I have a confession.” You hum in response. “I was planning on kissing you this whole time. I was just trying to find a good excuse to sit next to you,” he confessed.

You smiled involuntarily and laughed. “I believe that,” you speak before placing another kiss to his lips quickly. “I also have a confession,” you bite your lip as Fred looks at you confused. 

Scooting back a little, you cradle the guitar in your grasp before skillfully strumming a combination of chords that could be recognized as the beginning chords of I’m Looking Through You by The Beatles. Fred’s mouth goes agape and eyes wide as you play better than he could ever. “I lied about not knowing how to play the guitar,” you laughed. “I’ve known how to play since I was ten. I just wanted an excuse to see you again.”

Fred shakes his head in disbelief. “You sneak!” he exclaims. “A woman after my own heart,” he jokes as you laugh before he kisses your cheek. “Well, I guess you don’t need anymore lesson from a git like me. But I still think you should hold up your end of the deal,” he squeezes your hand.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Weasley,” you smile. “Although, I will be coyly judging your skills from the audience.”

Fred laughs, “I’m sure you will be, darling.”

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After days of rehearsing and planning and scheduling and rehearsing some more, the gig at the Three Broomsticks rolled around. Ginny had managed to convinced the entirety of the Hogwarts quidditch league to come out which already filled the Three Broomsticks at half capacity. But getting more people to come wasn’t a problem. The promise of good music and Butterbeer was enough to have swarms of students flow into the small building. 

The Three Broomsticks was soon teeming with people, chatting and drinking and laughing. The energy was high and the Weasleys could feel it from their make shift backstage (which was quite literally a curtain that Ron managed to pin up). 

However, this meant that expectations were high which in turn made the band exceptionally nervous. Ginny nervously danced around, doing lip trills to warm up her voice as Ron tuned the bass. George sat at his drumming seat and ran over rhythms in his head, Fred pacing back and forth, biting on his nails.

You shuffled through the audience and found Harry and Hermione sitting at a table in the front as you approached them. You could hear Hermione gush about how hard Ron has been practicing for the gig, a rosy hue forming on her cheeks as Harry poked at her crush. As you approach, Hermione notices you and beams, “(Y/N)! Hi! Are you excited for the concert? You know Ron is playing bass?”

Harry rolls his eyes, “Did you know Hermione has a big, fat cru-”

“Shut it, Harry,” Hermione quickly snaps as you laugh. “Anyway, what’s up?”

You smile, “Do you know if Fred is with the others still? I know he was nervous about tonight and I just wanna make sure he’s doing alright.”

Harry looks at Hermione and then back at you. “Yeah, he’s back with the others,” he says as you nod, leaving. But before you can leave, Harry stops you, “Wait, hold on, I didn’t know that you and Fred were....” he looks for the words.

“We’re not officially together, but we’ve been seeing each other,” you confess with a smile. Hermione gives you a teasing glance as she sips on her Butterbeer and Harry nudges her with an ooh. “Oh please. You think you two are slick? Everyone knows Harry fancies Ginny and Hermione is practically head over heels for Ronald,” you teases as they both wear bright red cheeks. “Mhm, that’s what I thought,” you laugh. “I’ll see you both in a minute.” You make your way to the back of the Three Broomsticks, behind the curtain to find a nervous band of siblings. Ginny catches your glances first and a smirk comes onto her lips. “Oh, Freddie,” she sing songs. “You have a guest.”

Fred turns around to face you and relief washes over his face as your heart skips a beat. Fred looked good sporting dark wash jeans and a black henley. Simple, but Godric, it was enough to make you swoon. Fred grabbed your hand and walked you over to the corner for a little more privacy. “I’m glad to see your face,” he spoke before bending down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I told you I wouldn’t miss it,” you squeeze his hand. “How are you feeling?”

He shrugs and gives you an awkward smile as you blurt out a laugh. “I don’t know,” he joins in. “Nervous? Excited? Weird? All three?” 

You reach up and brush his hair out of his face as he relaxes under your touch. Just the simple gesture was enough to calm him down instantly. “It’s alright to feel like that. You are gonna be bloody brilliant. All of you,” you tell him sincerely. “You’ve been working so hard and you are all so talented. You’re gonna knock the audience’s socks off. I have no doubt in my mind,” you encourage him.

Fred smiles and without another word, he pulls you in by your waist to press your lips to his. You wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him sweetly. His lips are pressed against yours firmly, but sweetly with passion. His touch was enough to make your head reel. Fred pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, “I’m playing for you tonight. And only you.”

Your heart skips a beat as you smile, staring into his eyes with so much adoration. It had only been a week and a half since you had started seeing each other, but you couldn’t help but have the overwhelming feeling that Fred was the one for you. He was everything you could ever ask for. Charming, kind, handsome, funny, witty. Fred Weasley was it. 

“And I’ll be cheering you on the whole time,” you tell him, extending your pinky finger to him as he loops his with yours. The two of you press kisses to your thumbs, making it a pinky promise. “Now, go get ‘em, tiger,” you encourage him. As you walk away, Fred taps you bum playfully as you scurry away, back into the audience with Harry and Hermione. 

The three of you buzz about the band and the atmosphere, sipping on Butterbeer before suddenly the audience starts wildly cheering. You turn your attention to the make-shift stage and see the Weasleys all enter. You immediately start clapping and cheering for the band as Ginny speaks into the mic. “Hello, Hogsmeade!” she laughs as the crowd cheers louder. “We are the Burrow Bangers and tonight we’ve got quite the show for you all!” she exclaims as the audience claps and shouts out. You look over at Harry and a wide grin is plastered on his face. “So, without further ado...”

“1, 2, 3, 4!” George bangs on his drumsticks before 80s rock blares through the small inn, the crowd immediately cheering and dancing the sound of the music.

And you had to admit it. They were damn good. They were all in synch with each other and blended so well together. The Weasleys were performers no matter how much they may hate it admit it. Not to mention, Fred looked hot wailing away on his cherry red electric guitar. His fingers skillfully strummed out chords and he musically added riffs when needed which made the crowd roar. 

You were overwhelmed with pride at the boy you had taken such a keen liking to you and it was palpable. Fred would catch your eyes every now and then and drop his left eye into a wink, making you blush and cheer louder for him.

Tonight, and every night following, he played for you and you only.

[p1nkfr1day]

blow

eren x black reader

summary: when a rocky start of date night with eren ends well.

warnings: light smut, cursing, use of n word, aave, fingering, happy couple, a little arguing, that’s it I think.

word count: 1.6k

he’s supposed to be taking you on a date and he making y’all late with his unorganized ass. he won’t tell you where you guys are going so therefore it’s a ‘surprise’ date. but it’s not anything too special because you’re wearing casual closing.

he’s supposed to be taking you on a date and he making y’all late with his unorganized ass. he won’t tell you where you guys are going so therefore it’s a ‘surprise’ date. but it’s not anything too special because you’re wearing casual closing.

you were wearing a cute off the shoulder white blouse, some regular dark jeans, with some blue one’s. and you made sure to ask him multiple times if this was good enough for where you were going. eren wore a regular white tee with a brown plaid flannel, some jeans and brown one’s. so you didn’t have to change this time.

he came down the stairs and kissed you on the forehead while pulling you out the door. “wait nigga, let me at least lock my damn door first!” you yelled at him.

“babe stop. you know momma don’t play that.” he looked at you from leaning on the car.

“I told you so many times about calling my momma your momma. she don’t like you fool.”

“she do.”

“she don’t.” you kept going back and forth with him until you got the door locked and walked to the passenger side of the door, getting in and sitting down. seem like every time you wanna go somewhere you gotta wait for eren big nasty ass.

“how you supposed to be taking me on a date but taking forever to get in the car.” you complained from inside the car while eren got in.

“shut up, _____. my god. we not gonna be late, it opens at 9:00” he calmly told you. but you could tell he was getting frustrated with all your complaining.

“boy don’t tell me to shut up. I don’t know what type of hood hooligans you been messing with before me, but you know I don’t play that,” you paused and thought for a second until you continued. “and if it start at nine why the hell you had me getting ready to go at seven.” you asked looking at him crazy.

“calm down baby. and because you know how long you take.” he said smoothly. it instantly gave you butterflies. his voice was soft but stern at the same time.

the time was 8:13 so it probably wouldn’t take you guys long to get there. the drive there was silent, but you guys were both comfortable. he kept his eyes on the road, occasionally looking at you every time he got to a red light, and he would squeeze your thigh with his hand just a little to make you look up at him from your phone.

“we’re here.” he stopped the car in front of the skating rink. you looked up from your phone to the building that had the big words “skating rink” painted on the side and then to eren. you smiled. “baby, can you even skate?” you asked him while interlocking your fingers with his on the arm rest.

“let’s find out.” he said back, kissing your hand.

that’s how you ended up here. in the dim building with fluorescent lights flashing everywhere and skating to ‘can we talk’ with a bounce beat in the back. (sorry y’all, I’m from New Orleans and our staking rink play old school bounce.😭) eren was behind you, holding your hand as you went around the rink trying not to laugh at him.

he looks like a lost puppy following behind you, almost falling many times but balancing himself out and pushing forward. it took him a good hour to learn how to skate right. “baby slow down, I just got the hang of it.” he yelled over the music. you only giggled and kept skating.

the place smelled like cologne (axe), fabric freshener and feet. but it was still fun and you were glad eren brought you here and tried to skate even when he couldn’t. it made you feel bad for starting with him in the car and in the house before you got here. you wanted to take a break so you led him off the floor to an empty table.

“you having fun?” you asked looking at him sitting across from you.

“I’m having fun anytime I’m with you, _____.” not eren being sweet you thought.

“I’m sorry I was bitching in the car.” you apologized to him.

“you good babe. I know you don’t like last minute stuff, but I felt like we needed this time to ourselves.” he explained while getting up to sit on the side of you.

he wrapped his arm around you and laid his head on top of yours. “uhn uhn boy. I love you and all, but I just got my hair done and I can’t have no fly aways, imma look crazy.” you pushed him off playfully.

“bet.” he said laughing. he got up and went to the dj booth and told the dj to play your favorite song and you jumped up to grab him and skate while singing to him.

“don’t be all under me now, you can’t have fly aways remember?” he says skating away from you. you go after him and grab his arm. “stop playing with me eren.” and you started singing to him. he only laughed, but started singing with you.

after about two hours of skating eren took you to Buffalo Wild Wings to eat, because lord knows the food at the skating rink was too high to be so nasty.

he took a couple of pictures at the skating rink, and had other people that pictures of you guys together. there was one where you were sitting on his lap and smiling at the camera but he was looking at you, another one where he was looking at you and you looked back at him smiling, another one where you guys were in the rink holding hands skating and you guys also took pictures in the photo booth they had there.

he posted them all on his Instagram in a thread and captioned it date night. little did everyone know that skating and dining in a restaurant wasn’t the only thing you guys did.

once you guys finished eating, he took you to his house where zeke was out of town and it would be just you and him.

he kissed you as soon as you got into the door and started to feel on your body. he took his flannel off, then his shirt. eren picked you up and brought you over to the sofa still kissing you.

“you taste like ranch.” eren commented, then went back to kissing you.

“then stop kissing me nigga.” you pushed him off and he laughed.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it.” he whispered into your ear. it gave you chills. (ms. kitty was most definitely purring.) you kicked your shoes off and unbuttoned your jeans still kissing eren losing your breath. he pulled the jeans off of you and cupped your heat.

“shit.” he sighed almost happily. he knew what he was doing to you and it made yours face heat up. lucky he couldn’t see that shit, thank melanin.

“‘ren stop teasing me please.” you begged and led his hand to your clit. before you knew it, his hand was already inside your underwear.

“you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, palming your soaking folds before moving two fingers to play with your clit. His fingers, covered in your slick allowed him to move against the sensitive bud with delicate, circular strokes.

you were gripping his forearm with your nails digging into his skin as you tried to hold back your moans. it was hard. it was so hard. you found it hard to stop your moans because when he suddenly sunk two fingers inside without warning, you lost it.

your whimpers echoed through eren’s apartment while he slipped his fingers in and out of you. he only buried half, until he had his two whole fingers reaching your most sensitive spot. your eyes were half-lidded but he enjoyed the look on your face as he toyed with your tight cunt.

with every passing second you got closer and closer to your high. your toes were curling and your eyes were in the back of your head, you started shaking and before you knew it your juices were all over him. he looked a little surprised because you weren’t a squirter but he definitely made you one.

“since when did you start sq-“ he started but you cut him off with a groan.

“eren shut up.” the couch was soaked in your slick and god you were lucky that it’s leather or zeke and eren would literally kill you. he laughed a little and told you to get up and get over it. you didnt move so he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. that was not the last time you made a mess everywhere.

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[street-smarts00]

You Make Me Weak

Bakugou x Gen Neutral reader

Summary: Bakugou and y/n are constantly bickering and fighting. They both like eachother but are too in denial to admit it. Their friends pick up on this and plan a way for them to get along. 

Wc: 2.300

!Language warning! 

You banged on the door and relentlessly fought with the handle. “Get back over here and open this door!” you yelled to your friends on the other side of the door. You heard some laughing and finally got a response from someone.

“Sorry, but we’re not opening that door until you guys get along!” Ochako yelled back. You heard their footsteps fade signaling they were gone. You stopped fighting with the door handle and turned around to face the biggest thorn in your side since you started at UA, Katsuki Bakugou. 

That morning 

He couldn’t stand you. At all. Just seeing you in class made his blood boil and heart start racing. If he got too close to you his head would start spinning, or he would become overly conscious of his sweaty hands. He’d constantly catch himself thinking about you all the time and sneaking glances at you during school. You made him feel things he’s never felt before. He didn’t know what was going on or how to stop it. He hated it. 

It was even more irritating because his friends would constantly tease him about it. Like right now. Bakugou was in the homeroom sitting near his “friends” and not really joining in their conversation much because he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Instead he kept staring at you from across the room while you were busy deep in conversation with Uraraka. Anytime you would look his way he would quickly avert his eyes and plaster on an angry expression. 

His cheeks would turn a slight shade of pink as he tried to act like you were the bane of his existence. Denki picked up on this. 

“Yo Kachan what’s got you all blushy,” he asked with a smirk. 

“Shut up, I’m not blushing” 

“Is he staring at y/n again?” Sero asked. 

“Probably,” Mina answered. 

“Shut up, I can barely hold in my puke just by looking at them,” Bakugou lied. 

At the start of the school year the two of you tolerated each other. You didn’t speak and you didn’t interact most of the time. Even when you did it was pretty neutral. But somehow over the course of the last few weeks Bakugou found you more and more annoying. 

It seemed like most of his hatred turned from Deku to you. He would throw insults at you and call you names and you got sick of it. At first you just tried to ignore him, but after it kept happening you snapped at him. 

“Can you just shut up!” You practically screamed at him. 

Bakugou froze in shock, he’d never heard you speak that loudly before, and with so much fury in your eyes. 

“You are always shitting on me for no reason at all and you’re acting like a total jackass! Can you for once stop acting like you’re better than everyone here!” You continued. 

“Tch, it’s cause I am better than you,” he smirked. 

You balled your fists and your jaw clenched. “UGH I can’t stand you!” You retorted and stormed out of the common area. After that encounter a few weeks ago, he’s only been more intrigued in you. No one has snapped back at him like that. It seriously ticked him off. 

All while Bakugou was going through his roller coaster of emotions about you, his friends were paying very close attention. How they always caught him staring at you or bringing you up and how “annoying” you are. How they saw he would fidget with whatever was in his hand or bounce his leg whenever you were talking or your name was brought up. How he would bring you up all the time despite his dislike for you. They all slowly figured out that he had the biggest crush on you and was in serious denial. 

They tried to mention it to him once and he almost blew them up for even suggesting that, so they haven’t brought up the subject since. But they still do like to tease him from time to time. 

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You couldn’t stand him. Katsuki Bakugou was the most annoying person in your class. His ego was through the roof and constantly thought he was better than everyone else. Most of the time you kept a distance, not wanting to get yelled at by the explosive blond. 

What bothered you even more was that after your little spat with him, he was always trying to talk to you or was always looking at you. You and Bakugou were almost as bad as him and Deku. You were constantly fighting and spitting insults at each other. You weren’t even paired together during heroics anymore after last time you two almost killed each other. 

Thankfully you hadn’t had any spats with him today, only some staring and dirty looks during homeroom. School had ended and you were spending some alone time in your dorm finishing up your homework. You heard a knock on your door. 

“It’s open,” you yelled from your desk. 

The door was opened and revealed Uraraka and Mina.

“Hey y/n, what’s up?” Ochako asked. 

“Nothing exciting, I’m like 2 minutes away from finishing my homework.” 

She smiled, “oh cool, so you’re free after that?” 

You scribbled down the answers as fast you could, “yup.” 

“Awesome! so some of us are chilling in one of the vacant dorms on the third floor. You wanna join?” Mina cheered. 

You furrowed your eyebrows and tapped your pencil against your notebook. “Why are you guys in a vacant dorm? Why not just hang out in someone's room?” 

Uraraka played with the hem of her shirt. “I don’t know, it was Seros idea. But come on, it'll be fun. 

You quickly finished up the last question of your homework and left with your friends to wherever your friends were. On the way downstairs you felt something was off. Uraraka and Mina weren’t acting strangely, but something was telling you that they knew something. 

The three of you made it to the third floor and your friends guided you to one of the vacant dorm rooms. You stepped inside and there was no one there. “Umm where is . . “ 

Before you could finish your question you heard Kirishima and Kaminari voices making their way from the elevator to where you are now. Your stomach dropped once you realized that the last person you wanted to see walked in the room with your friends. 

But that wasn’t even the worst part. Seconds after the boys walked inside Kirishima, Sero, Mina and Uraraka ran out of the room and slammed the door shut. You and Bakugou exchanged confused looks and ran to the door. 

Bakugou fought with the handle and banged on the door. “What the hell? Open the damn door!” He screamed. You could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears. 

“Sorry but this is for your own good,” Kaminari giggled. 

“How the hell did you guys even lock the door? No one is living here, you don’t have a key!” You yelled through the door. 

“I taped the door shut,” You heard from Sero. 

“Anyway we’re gonna go and leave you to chat,” Kiri added. 

You pushed Bakugou out of the way and banged on the door relentlessly fighting with the handle. “Guys this isn’t funny! Get back over here and open this door!” you yelled to your friends on the other side of the door. You heard some laughing and finally got a response from someone.

“Sorry, but we’re not opening that door until you guys get along!” Ochako yelled back. You heard their footsteps fade signaling they were gone. You stopped fighting with the door handle and turned around to face the biggest thorn in your side since you started at UA. 

You sat down on the bed and let out a loud sigh, this can not be happening. You glanced at Katsuki, his arms were crossed and his eyes were on the floor. You noticed he had calmed down since your friends left, but he had left his guard up and set up some imaginary barrier. 

It was almost annoying how easy he was to read, maybe that was another reason why you disliked him.. Most of your friends couldn't comprehend how you could read him like a book, but at the same time you stand within a 5 foot radius of him. 

Nothing but silence filled the room for the next few minutes. You glanced back at him, now he was situated at the desk chair with his feet propped up on the desk. Some of his hair fell onto his forehead and his bright red eyes stayed fixated on the floor. His arms were still crossed like before but because of the way he was sitting his biceps were  . . . wait WHAT  . . stop thinking about his hair or eyes or muscles. 

Your thoughts started to wander and you thought back at your encounters with the blond at the beginning of the school year. The two of you barely spoke and when you did there were no insults or name calling. Just classmates like everyone else. It wasn't until about a little over a month ago that you noticed Bakugou's attitude towards you change. 

Although you didn't want to disturb the somewhat peaceful setting that was the predicament you were in, you had to know why he hated you all of a sudden. You had to know what switch was set off for him to go from tolerating you, to despising you. 

“Why do you hate me so much?” you broke the silence. 

His head snapped to you with a look of confusion. “Tch cause you’re annoying.” 

Ok this boy was on thin ice with you right now. “That’s not an answer.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Well it’s the answer I fucking gave you.” 

“Can you not, for like two seconds?” you spat, patience growing thin. 

“I don’t know, can you shut up?” He placed his feet off the desk. 

You clenched your fists in frustration. It was nearly impossible to have a normal conversation with him. “You know what! I can't with you! Why are you like this?” You stood up and raised your voice unknowingly. 

“Like what?” He stood up mirroring you. 

“The insults and dirty looks. You staring at me all the time with that dumb look on your face!” You explained as your voice gained volume. You stepped towards him and stared him down. You both stood in silence. The tension in the room rose by the second. 

“What the hell did I do to you to make you hate me so much!” 

He stepped closer to you, your faces inches apart. His breath was ragged and uneven, his eyes were narrowed on you. Your heart beat was quickly rising as the seconds passed. 

“You wanna know why I hate you?”

“Yes” 

Within an instant his lips were on yours. At first you were startled and unable to move, but soon you fell into the rhythm of the kiss. It wasn’t until right now that you realized just how badly you wanted this. How badly you wanted to capture his lips into your own and . You wrapped your hands around his neck deepening the kiss. He placed his one hand on the back of your head, and the other lightly trailed down the back of your spine leaving goosebumps. You slowly parted, breaking the kiss and gasped for air. 

“You make me feel weak,” he admitted. 

Your eyes went wide and met with his red ones. Your heart was doing a number on you and your cheeks were heating up. You rested your head against his chest to hide your blush and let out a long sigh. “Of all the things for you to say, I did not think that was going to be one of them. Who knew Katsuki Bakugou was a huge softie,” you giggled.

He removed you from his hold and placed his hands in his pockets. “Shut up dumbass,” he scoffed 

Both of you stood there in silence, not knowing what to do next. But this time there was no awkward tension in the air. After a few seconds you cleared your throat and spoke up, “So . . . what do we do now?” 

“We get the fuck out of here that’s what,” he replied. 

He walked towards the door and glanced back at you silently asking to join him. You walked over and he started to yell and bang on the door, you followed suit. 

Shortly after the yelling and banging began, your friends ran upstairs to prevent the possibility of you two killing each other, or worse, Aizawa finding you guys locked in a room. 

“Yo, what's going on?” you heard from Kaminari. 

“Let us out, we made up!” you answered. 

There was quiet from behind the door for a few seconds followed by some whispering. 

“How do we know you're telling the truth?” you heard from Mina. 

You looked at Katsuki and he smirked. You could read him like a book, you knew exactly what he was planning.  

“Open the door and we’ll prove it,” he added. 

There was more quiet behind the door and soon your heard tape being peeled off. Not long after, the door was opened and behind it a group of friends with questioning expressions. 

“Ok, it's open, what's your proof?” Kiri asked. 

You and Katsuki exchanged looks and he planted his hand on your waist and pulled you into another kiss. This one is much quicker then the first one, but just as passionate. 

You pulled away from the kiss and looked back at your friends. All with wide eyes and jaws hangin on the floor. 

“Holy shit I knew it!” Kami and Mina screamed with excitement. A few seconds later Sero handed an unknown amount of money to Uraraka.

“How’s that for proof?” you smiled. 

[phoenixrising0308]

Scars and risks

Books: The Royal Romance 1

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter: None

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

An American In Cordonia Series premise: A New Yorker seeking adventure and love finds herself living abroad to competing for the hand of a man who will become King. When things don’t go according to plan they enter into a Cordonian arrangement. This is a series about Jessica Garcia’s life abroad, her time as a suitor, and explores her romantic relationship with Liam while she lives in a Cordonian arrangement. Catch up here

Disclaimer

Chapter Summary: My little A/U TRR gang find themselves playing a drinking game at the Beaumont estate after some pointless event and Liam is stuck on trying to be fair pffff. Let's just call it creative license.

Chapter Song inspiration: Scars To Your - Alessia Cara

Word Count: 1, 960 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Beaumont estate

Maxwell was giddy as he and Hana ran up the stairs. Leo trailed behind them while Jessica casually walked behind him. Drake might as well have been dragged lagging behind the entire group.

“Come on guys! Let’s hurry before Bertrand catches us!” Maxwell exclaimed as they made their way to a part of the Beaumont Estate towards Jessica’s room. Drake rolled his eyes. “Oh, you’re right. No one will notice a bunch of idiots yelling and running up the stairs.” Drake quipped. Maxwell responded, “Not if we hurry!“

Jessica chuckled and said, “ Drake have you always been like this? Or is it the period cramps? Bertrand has his bet you guys probably synced  … cause man he was on top of me today with the forks. I can get you ibuprofen. Don’t suffer in silence.”

Leo laughed, “You are fucken hilarious Jessie!”

Jessica smiled and said, “I like you too!”

Maxwell shut the door and headed to the minibar.

"Paradise Punch coming up!” Maxwell shouted

Jessica stopped him. “Nope, let’s do Bloody Mary’s.” Hana cocked her head in confusion. “But aren’t those traditionally afternoon drinks?” Jessica gave her friend a grin. “Anytime type of drink!”

She turned back to Maxwell. "Vodka, Tomato juice celery salt a bit of olive brine.”

Leo said, “Olive brine?” Jessica nodded with a laugh. “Yep, secret ingredient. I promise you it tastes great and it’ll get you shit-faced. I got paid a pretty $100 tip for making them once. Drinking game?”

Drake groaned, “UGH no games."

Leo laughed "Aw come on, it’ll be fun. Or would you rather go talk about poodles with Penelope?"  Drake folded his arms and muttered something under his breath.

"How about…Never have I ever?” Jessica said.

“Oh, I’ve never played this one before!” Hana chimed in. Maxwell said from the bar, “I bet I’ll have done everything you guys ask, I’ll win!"

"Maxwell, that’s literally the opposite way of winning never have I ever,” Drake informed to which Maxwell shrugged. “It’ll still be fun!"

Maxwell made the pitcher and poured everyone a glass. Everyone sat in a circle as they played.

"Okay, so are we gonna fucking paint each other’s nails or something after we get done talking about who we did or didn’t kiss in school?” Drake grouched.

“Paint mine blue.” Leo teased. Maxwell chimed in “I want purple!"

"I hate all of you people,” Drake said. Jessica shoved the drink in his face.

“Drake I have some horrible news…I don’t give a fuck how you feel.” Jessica said as she laughed.

"Alright, I wanna start. Never have I ever been in jail.” Leo asked.

“Seriously? That was an isolated incident I pissed in public” Drake exclaimed and Drake took a swig..damn Garcia, this is strong shit!” Jessica laughed with an ‘I told you so.’

“Me next! Um…Okay, never have I ever dyed my hair a crazy color.” Hana said and took a drink, coughing a bit at the kick.

“Hana, your not suppose to drink if you didn’t do it!” Jessica laughed but took a swig from her glass. “I had mermaid hair at one point. My mother was upset.” Jessica added. Hana blushed “Sorry, I haven’t played this before.” Jessica smiled and rested a hand on Hana’s. “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Just then, someone came in. Everyone turned to see Liam. He smiled as he came in, Jessica eyed him as he arrived. Liam said, “Sorry, it was hard to get away.” Leo raised a hand. “I invited him, is that cool?” Jessica nodded. “Sure!"

Liam sat back watching everyone. Maxwell said, "We’re playing never have I ever, wanna play?” Liam shook his head. “No thank you.” Drake gave an offended glare. “If I had to be dragged into this shit so do you!"

Maxwell pressed giving Liam a pleading look. "Please, Liam! You’re fun! What if we never get this opportunity again?!” Liam shook his head. “I’m sorry but no, I’ll just watch."

Liam noticed Jessica looked a bit disappointed. Leo finally spoke up with a grin. "It’s fine guys, ignore this fucken pussy. I don’t even know why you came if you were going to sit there and be quiet and scared. Don’t want anyone to see him having fun. ” Leo smirked as Liam glared at him.

“Excuse me?” Liam glared. Jessica bit her lip slightly at seeing him angry. She’d be a filthy liar if she said it wasn’t hot to see a usually calm Liam pissed.

“You heard me…Scared?” Leo jeered as he swirled his glass as an invitation.

“Fine,” Liam said as he sat in the circle, Maxwell cheered and handed him a bloody mary. Jessica gave Leo a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” Jessica whispered to Leo beside her as Maxwell talked Liam’s leg off. Leo whispered back, “I’m a great wingman. If anyone can push his buttons it’s me. Jessie we are going to be real close…I can sense these things.” and then Leo winked at her.

Maxwell went next "Never have I ever accidentally sent someone to the hospital."

"I find that hard to believe,” Liam said with a chuckle while Maxwell looked dramatically offended. Everyone paused when they saw Hana sheepishly take a sip.

“Uh…a suitor named peter we were kissing…long story. Hana blushed while Jessica laughed. "Okay, that’s got me beat…We’ll trade stories when the guys leave.” And Jessica took a sip. Liam raised a brow at her and she smirked.

Leo said, “Okay-"

Maxwell interrupted, "WAIT! It’s Drake’s turn.” Drake rolled his eyes. “Never have I ever had more annoying friends than all of you."

They all looked at each other with grins before taking sips. "What?” He asked.

Liam laughed, “I think we’re trying to say your our annoying friend too."

"Don’t worry, you’ll be less annoying when you finish that.” Jessica pointed to his partially full drink. “Same to you Garcia, ask better questions.” He remarked.

Liam went next. “Uh…Never have I ever thrown up on a ride."

Everyone but Liam drank.

"Really?” Maxwell asked. Liam rubbed the back of his neck. “Me and Leo weren’t exactly allowed to get on one. I guess Leo you got on one when you left.” Hana said, “Aw…I got sick on the Ferris wheel. I was so nervous about the cart falling off that I threw up."

"Maybe you can go to Coney Island next time you come to New York? We can ride something together maybe the Cyclone.” Jessica said and Liam smiled. “I could certainly try.” Maxwell said, “OH, I’m gonna google it! We definitely need to try it."

Leo went next, "Never have I ever fallen in love at first sight.” He watched the two grown adults that everyone knew had a thing for each other blush like a bunch of pre-teens.

No one drank but Jessica and Liam looked around awkwardly. Clearly the elephants in the room. Jessica almost goes for her cup but puts her hand through her hair instead and drums her fingers on the table. Leo whispered to Liam “You’re such a fucking liar it's Jessie and everyone knows it!” to which Liam blushed and whispered “Leo I’m not going to say it in front of all of you people. I’m not going to risk it. I don’t want to scare her off.” Leo whispered back, “Take a risk for once in your life.”

Liam looked a Jessica and smiled at her and she smiled back.

Hana said, “Never have I ever had stitches."

Jessica took a swig, half her drink already gone. "I got it while in gymnastics from hitting my face on the balance beam.” Leo nudges Liam and mouthed ‘flexible’ with an eyebrow wag. Liam blushed and shifted in his seat. He watched as Jessica took her thumb and smeared her lipstick away showing a scar. He gulped at the motion, trying not to stare but it was too tempting not to. Leo whispered to Liam “Li just kiss her…do it break the rules don’t be a wuss. No one here is going to tell on you!”

“Hurt like a bitch. And just like that my dreams of being a model were crushed. Hana laughed. "Oh Jessica you could still be a model if you wanted to you’re very pretty."

Liam subconsciously nodded. The guys in the room giving him a knowing look as he averted his eyes.

Jessica said, "Okay, never have I ever jumped from a roof.” Maxwell drank and everyone looked at him in shock.

“You jumped off a damn roof and didn’t need stitches of any kind?” Leo said and Maxwell shrugged. “Hey, I’m like a cat baby!"

"Never have I ever sang karaoke,” Jessica said. Drake huffed and took a big swig. Jessica laughed “Aw, what was it, Drake? Did you get drunk on whiskey and sing Celine Dion? Was it my heart will go on… bet it was my heart will go on."

"You’re hilarious Garcia, truly you should be in a comedy show..” He quipped with a smirk. Jessica grinned back. “I know, I totally missed my calling.” She sarcastically joked.

Drake said, “Fine, my turn. Never have I ever ruined someone’s vacation.” Leo chuckled and drank. “I ruined Liam’s trip to Morocco."

"He made me try chicken tagine…I learned to like it.” Jessica looked interested. “Really? I’ve never had it.” Liam perked up. “Oh, I should make it for you sometime. I follow this one guy on pictogram @tommystastytreats.” Jessica perked up as well. “Oh my God, so do I! Did you see that one recipe? "

Jessica and Liam were lost in conversation with each other as everyone continued the game. Hours passed and everyone was drunk or passed out. Hana on the couch, Leo on the bed, Drake on the floor, and Maxwell curled into a ball.

Liam and Jessica sat up talking, having stopped playing at least an hour before everyone else. Maxwell tapped out first and Drake was the last. They looked around in amusement at the end results of their fun night.

"Think Bertrand will be pissed?” Jessica asked. “Nope, you should have seen back in the day he and Leo would sneak out to ride their bikes,” Liam replied.

“OHHH there is a story there! That hypocrite, I guess I will have to mention this during our tomorrow's lessons. We are on the forks module tomorrow. Looking forward to a bunch Lady Jessica don’t do this or that …” Jessica said. Liam peered at the window with a smile. “Truthfully, I think it’s already morning.” Jessica chuckled as she drank her bloody mary.

“Well … Honestly, though, this was fun. Did you have fun, Liam? I really hope you had fun we all could use a little fun in our lives .” Jessica said. Liam sighed with a nod. There was an awkward silence before he laughed and said. “That really is a great recipe.” Liam chuckled to the Bloody Mary in his hand and all the drunks sleeping about the room.

“Yeah, you learn quite a bit being a waitress in New York."

"Well, you certainly taught me a few things. Including how to have adventures."

Jessica chuckled, "Are you sure your older brother didn’t help?” Liam shook his head “No, Leo showed me what NOT to do to avoid getting in trouble.” Jessica laughed.

“Well…I’ll admit there is one thing that I should try more often a rule from his book,” Liam said as he took a deep breath and looked at her. “What is that?” Jessica a blush forming on her cheeks.

“How to take more risks.” he leaned forward and kissed her slowly, on her flushed face with smeared lipstick. She kissed him back tenderly. He took his finger and touched the scar on her lips tracing it with his finger, searing it into his memory. “You are beautiful.”  Then he leaned in again and kissed her, she intertwined her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. Both savory this moment they’d remember for years to come.

They laid together against the wall, Jessica rested her head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her. They both finally passed out for the night in each other's arms, not caring who saw or found out.

[ptergwen]

4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

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to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

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There’s Always Two Side-3

PART 1

PART 2

As soon as Lila made her way to the hotel dining area, she could tell things were different. The sheep she had once led, had turned against her. She could feel their glares as she went to the buffet area to grab some food.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted her faithful bodyguard: Adrien Agreste. With a smile, she waltz over and latched onto his arm. As she opened her mouth, things to a turn for the worst.

"Get the fuck off me, Lila!" Adrien shouted, drawing everyone's attention.

"Adrien." she smiled, embarrassed, "I-"

"Let go of me or I will have a restraining order placed against you!" he continued to shout.

Quickly, Nino, Kim and Alix rushed to his side and led Adrien away from the Italian girl.

'What happened to my kingdom over night?'

Anytime she tried to sit next to someone, they got up and moved to another table. When she tried to talk to someone, they turned and started talking to someone else.

Lila looked at Adrien, who was still with the group who had led him away. It looked like he was sobbing and they were busy trying to console him.

She looked around confused and felt something hit the back of her head. Lila looked around and found a paper ball on the floor. She opened the wadded up paper and read it's contents: We know, Lila. We know nothing you say isn't true. We looked up all your lies, LIE-la Rossi.

Her kingdom had fallen.

As they gathered onto the bus and found their seat, the bus driver shouted at them.

"Shut up! I got the short stick and I don't wanna deal with you already!" he yelled.

"Sir?" Bustier began.

"Look, Lady. All of Gotham saw Two-Face's broadcast. No one wants to deal with your shit and they certainly don't want to deal with some brats and a liar!" he shouted.

The class wordlessly, settled down and took out their phone to text one another instead.

Caline bit her lip, nodded and took her seat.

It wasn't her day. The police had gotten to the hotel late last night and told her that she was no longer Marinette's guardian for the trip. Someone had gone and gotten Marinette's belonging and took it to the cruiser. The Wayne's had reached out and contacted her parents at the hospital to inform them of what had happened. They told her Marinette was in the hospital under observation and had left without another word.

Their first stop was the Gotham Botanical Gardens.

As soon as they arrived, Poison Ivy greeted them.

"Listen up brats! This is my domain. You listen to the tour guide. You respect my plants or I will toss you out and I won't do it gently!" she stated, commanding the room, "Don't even try to lie your way out. Plants are excellent storytellers."

Pamela stood off to the side and allowed the Wayne Enterprise representative to speak.

"Well said, Miss Isley. Here at the Gotham Botanical Gardens, we at Wayne Enterprise formed a contract with Miss. Isley. She has just as much power as Bruce Wayne or Timothy Drake-Wayne over this place. It's best not to dawdle." the tour guide began, as she handed out papers, "I will be walking you through the gardens and at the end of the tour, you will have an hour to fill out the sheet I just gave you. If you have any questions, ask me or Miss Isley."

All in all, the tour went well. No one hovered around Lila and listened to her drivel. Most of the class kept away from the former villain.

Adrien and his group sought answer straight from the source. Adrien even threw in a comment saying he had a friend who gardened, but never really got the time to know why she chose those plants or what they were.

"Maybe you should." she spoke, glancing around the room.

In the back corner, she spotted a student that stayed by her teacher's side. Everyone else seemed to be avoiding her.

'Must be the liar.'

Lila just sat on the bench and wrote whatever came to her mind.

'Who cares about some stupid weeds? It's not like this will affect my grade.' she huffed.

The class was very confused when the bus took them directly to the hotel instead of their next destination.

"Sir, I don't understand. Why are we back at the hotel?" asked Caline.

"Look, Lady, I was just told where to take you." answered the bus driver, "Now get off!"

Caline looked at the pamphlet as the student gathered in the lobby confused and called the Gotham Zoo.

"Hello. This is Calline Bustier with the French class. We were suppose to visit today, but our bus driver took us to the hotel. I just wanted to let you know we'll be a bit late while I-" she began.

"You're not late, Miss. We cancelled your tour." spoke the man.

"What? Why?" she questioned.

"The owner's orders. He says he didn't want your class harassing the animals or attempting to steal merchandise." answered the man.

"My class would never do that!" she exclaimed, unknowingly getting her class' attention.

"Tell that to the girl Two-Face beat up!" he shouted, before hanging up.

For the first time, she realized, they weren't the only ones to see what happened to Marinette. She took a deep breath and turned to tell her class the news.

"This is all your fault!" Kim shouted, "I was suppose to get Odine a seal plushie!"

"I wanted a giraffe!" shouted Nathaniel.

"I wanted a panther!" cried out Adrien.

"Your ruining our trip!" shouted Alix.

"I wanted to see the elephants!" sobbed Rose

"I was going to record each exhibit and study the feed when I got home." claimed Max.

"Everyone. This isn't Lila's fault." Madame Bustier said, trying to keep the peace.

"Then who's fault is it?" shouted Alya.

"Yeah!" cried the class.

Lila took that time to escape to her room.

No one ever came to talk with her.

At dinner time, she grabbed some food and quickly ate.

As she lay in her bed, she cried over her fallen kingdom and how it was all Marinette's fault for opening her fat mouth.

Nadia was surprised she was going to cover some news from another source. All her producers told her was it was international news and that she had to put out a warning for as it was intended for mature audiences and it did depict violence.

As Nadia gave the warning, the footage rolled and her face fell. She could hear voices whisper in her ear, but all she could see was Marinette. Little Marinette who babysat her daughter being beaten. With a pinch from a worker, to jump start her, she read the prompt.

"In the latest news, Damian Wayne's girlfriend was captured by Two-Face, and was tortured, live for everyone in Gotham to see. Rumors were spread across Gotham that she personally knew Batman and was even one of his sidekicks."

"It was that two-faced bitch, Lila Rossi!" she screamed.

"Throughout the live taping, she goes on to say how she has been bullied by her class. That a female classmate claimed she was dating Damian Wayne, but didn't know he was with them and called him a 'tag along'. It's not just her class that failed her. She had a confidant in the class that knew she was getting bullied and that this Lila-girl was lying, but insisted she keep silent because 'lies don't hurt people'."

"He's my friend and I would help him anyway possible, but he doesn't have my trust anymore. He knew she was lying from the start, but lies don't hurt people. Guess I'm not a person because I'm sitting here and she's free from you."

"Her school also failed this poor girl as they were informed that the bully had a 'lying disability' but never informed the class which led to her bullying, in the first place.

When she was rescued by Batman and Robin, Two-Faced asked her one more question."

"Tell me one thing, Sweetheart." he spoke, as Robin untied her.

"What?" she asked, rubbing her wrists.

"How did I feel to say all that?" he questioned.

"It felt really good." Mari admitted, "I really feel free."

"Good. Then smile for the camera. Hope your class enjoyed the show." he laughed as Batman picked up the coin and showed her the clean side.

"My class can shove it. I'm tired of playing nice." Marinette said, as Robin shielded her with his cape.

"Damian Wayne is then seen hugging his girlfriend and kissing her after being rescued and she has been dubbed 'The Ice Princess of Gotham'."

Cut to commercial!

"Nadia, what the hell was that? I know we told you it was violent but you froze!" shouted her producer, "If you can't handle the hard stuff, we might have to replace you."

"I know her." Nadia spoke.

"What?" her producer asked.

"I know her. She babysits my daughter." Nadia said with tears, "She's from here in Paris."

The producer's face turned to that of pure rage.

"Call up the school board! I want to show them this footage and I want an explanation as to why this level of harassment was allowed in the first place! I hope their prepared to go down with a fight because this story is everywhere!" the producer shouted, before turning to Nadia, "I can only assume you have some calls to make?"

Nadia nodded.

"Go. We'll give the intern a test run." she smiled.

Nadia went to her dressing room and pulled out her phone, dialing her friend Sabine.

"Sabine?" she asked.

"Nadia?" Sabine sobbed out.

"I'm sorry!" Nadia cried out, "I had no idea what was gonna be shown. They only told me it was violent. My producer was outraged when she found out. She's already calling the school board to find out why nothing was done. I suggest you call them as well."

"Bruce Wayne called us and told us Marinette was in the hospital. He said she had an encounter with a rouge." Tom spoke on the phone, hugging his wife, " Marinette didn't tell us much. She told us not to worry and that she only had some bruising. She said she wasn't shot or had any broken bone so we didn't have to worry."

"Why wouldn't she tell us about all of this?" Sabine questioned, "How long has this been going on? This happened on Bustier's watch and because Damian was the only one with her when they were attacked, he contacted GCPD."

"We gave temporary custody to Bruce for the duration of her stay. Marinette says Damian hasn't left her side since." Tom continued, "He even apologized to us. He blames himself for her getting taken and that he wasn't able to stop them."

"Marinette yelled at him to stop blaming himself and that it wasn't his fault." Sabine chuckled.

"It sounds like she's in much more capable hands." Nadia smiled.

The Paris school board was shocked at the news' headliner. The phones had been ringing off the hook ever since. Many of them were concerned parents or people claiming to know the girl and wondering why nothing had been done about her situation. They though the worst of it was over when the news called for a word from them.

They were wrong.

In walked Thomas Dupain and Sabine Cheng with Jagged Stone and Penny Rolling, ready to hear what they had to say about their daughter and niece.

Principal Damocles was called and he had a lot to answer for.

"Mr. Damocles, what is the meaning of this?" a school board member asked.

"Everything I heard, was from Lila Rossi!" Damocles spoke.

"So you believed the word of a child, with out proof?" another questioned, "And expelled one of your top students without any proof either!"

"She said she had a lying disability-" he countered.

"That is not on her files or medical records!" a board member shouted.

"Also, if she really has such a disability wouldn't it throw every thing she said into question?" another member questioned, "What did her mother say about all of this?"

"Well, her mother is an important diplomat and Lila said we shouldn’t bother her so we communicated through email." Damocles smiled, showing that he did his job.

"Well, I think it's time this 'very important diplomat' learns just what her daughter has been up to." the head member stated.

Abigail Rossi was not amused. She was dealing with backlash at work from Wayne Enterprise and now was receiving lawsuits against her daughter for no reason.

The phone on her desk rang and she groaned.

'Is today ever gonna end?'

"Hello, this is Abigail Rossi." she answered.

"Hello, Mrs. Rossi. This is the school board and we have some issues to discuss with you about your daughter." the person on the phone spoke.

'Again?'

"What is going on? Why is everyone attacking my daughter?" she shouted into the receiver.

"Mrs. Rossi, have you not seen the news?" they asked.

"What?" Abigail questioned.

'The news? What does that have to do with Lila?'

"I think it's best if we spoke in person and you see the reason why we have a problem with your daughter." they stated.

Abigail left work early due to a family emergency and drove to meet with the school board.

When she got there, they sat her down and informed her that they had something she had to see and brought up Nadia's news special from earlier.

"No!" shouted Mrs. Rossi, "That's all a lie! My daughter would never-"

"Mrs. Rossi, we have verified all this already with her principal." stated a member, "He claims Lila had many disabilities that are not listed in her medical records and has missed almost seven months of school."

"It's not her fault that the so-called heroes can't do anything about the destruction of Paris!" Abigail shouted.

Everyone looked at each other confused until one of the spoke, "Mrs. Rossi, do you…..not get out often or watch the news?"

"Any and all devices are stored away until we leave the Embassy." Abigail spoke.

"I think we have more to show you." spoke another.

A board member brought the Ladyblog and showed them some of the battles and how Ladybug restored everything after an akuma.

"I-I don't understand." Mrs. Rossi spoke.

'Ladybug restored everything. Why didn't she fix the school?'

"Your daughter has been lying to you, Mrs. Rossi." a member stated.

"No!" she shouted.

"The school has been open this whole time and your daughter claims to have been off traveling with you for work to exotic places." another said.

"Why would you believe any of this? Shouldn't I have made a call or something?" Abigail asked, trying to hold onto hope.

"Her principal is being replaced as we speak and her teacher will be fired upon arrival, but Lila showed 'proof' in the form of a note with your signature." a member stated, before handing her almost over thirty notes.

'Why?'

"We will return your school funding, but we cannot allow your daughter to remain here. Lila will be expelled and everything we have talked about, including the video, will be placed in her permanent record for her next school to see. We feel it would be best that she doesn't manipulate the situation next time. This means her new classmates will also be told about her behavior, if they don't recognize her name." they concluded.

"Recognize her name?" Abigail questioned.

"Mrs. Rossi, the issue with Wayne Enterprise and his son's girlfriend has made international news." a member spoke.

Abigail took a deep breath. It seemed her problems with her daughter were only going to get worse.

"I understand." she said, as she got up and left.

Natalie browsed for any news related to important business and saw #IcePrinceIcePrincess #WayneLove #WayneEnterprise #FreeHer #2FaceLilaRossi #BooFHoo #GabrielsMuse trending .

'What is going on?'

Natalie watched the live feed and recognized Marinette right away as someone in Adrien's class.

'Adrien!'

Natalie kept the feed up as she looked up the number to the GCPD, she made on file.

"It was that two-faced bitch, Lila Rossi!" she screamed.

"Hello, you've reached the Gotham City Police Department." answered a voice.

"Hello, my name is Natalie Sancouer. I am a guardian to one of the children in the French class that is over there. Was anyone else hurt?" Natalie asked.

"No, but we've spoken to Mr. Wayne and he has informed us that the class will be returning back sooner then expected." they replied.

"Thank you." Natalie responded and hug up, "Sir, we have a problem."

Natalie brought up the video for him to watch.

"Who-" he began to question.

"That is Marinette Dupain-Cheng; a girl in your son's class." Natalie answered, "No one else was harmed, but this has made international news." as Lila's lies came into the light.

"Put out a PR statement stating that we had no knowledge of Lila's acts and we are immediately dropping her from Gabriel." he stated, as the feed ended.

As they entered Wayne Enterprise, their attention was immediately gained.

"Listen up!" shouted a man with a white patch in his hair.

"Welcome to Wayne Enterprise. My name is Bruce Wayne and this is not how I usually handle tours, but this class is a special case. If you are not paying attention, you will be sent back to the hotel and if it comes to my attention, that someone in this class is spreading misinformation about my family, they will be placed on the next flight back to Paris." he informed them.

They quickly noticed Damian walk over to Lila, standing off to he side with Miss Bustier. He handed over a file folder and walked away.

"What's this?" Lila smiled, hopefully.

"A lawsuit against you for defamation, slander and assisted assault. The file also contains a restraining order for both myself and my girlfriend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." he spoke.

Lila felt her smile drop and a cold sweat break on her brow.

"Marinette kept insisting that I wait until after the trip was over, as she didn't want to cause a commotion, but as your pathetic lies sent my beloved to the hospital-" Damian continued.

"No! I-" she began.

"They were your lies, Miss Rossi! I heard them all week! How supposedly I'm sweet, kind, sensitive, and your childhood sweetheart. You should have been the one tied to that chair! Instead one of Gotham's villains got my Angel and tortured her. I had to sit back and watch! You are lucky that my father threatened to send me to Hong Kong for a year or I would have put you in the hospital, as well!" he yelled.

Lila took a step back, bumping into her teacher.

"Tell me. Am I still this sweet, kind and sensitive boy you imagined in your fantasy world?" Damian questioned.

The class watched as Lila turned pale and Damian looked ready to kick her ass.

"Father, I'll be returning to Marinette's side." he stated, before leaving the building, without another word.

"Now that that is out of the way, I also need to inform you that only Wayne Enterprise will be giving you tours, as every other place has cancelled." Bruce stated.

Glares were quickly thrown in Lila's direction.

"We are currently rearranging the scheduled tours and your stay will be shortened, drastically. Other then that, you are to remain in your hotel and not wander." he continued.

Alix raised her hand.

"Yes?" he asked.

"How drastic?" she questioned.

"In light of recent events, you will be back in Paris by the end of the week." he announced, "My eldest son, Dick, will continue to guide you through the tours and my second eldest, Jason, will be watching you. He will escort anyone he hears lie about our family and Marinette to gather their belongings and will put them on the first flight back home, at your parent's expense. Just a word of advice, yes, they both speak French and have understood every word you have spoken so far in their presence. Damian wasn't the only one listening in and compiling evidence against you, Miss Rossi. "

Lila shrunk back and for once kept her mouth shut and followed the group.

"I served that bitch with a lawsuit and restraining order for the both of us." Stated Damian, as he returned to Marinette's side.

"Good." Marinette growled out, "I should have just let you handle it from the start."

"You did what you thought was best." he said, scooching into the bed next to her and gently wrapping his arms around her.

"No. I was just trying to keep the peace like everyone told me too." Mari sighed.

"Well, you'll never have to do that again." Damian said, kissing the top of her head.

"No. I won't. I did so much for them. I know they'll come crawling back to me sooner or later, but I won't let them get to me this time." Marinette said, "I won't be the same Marinette they expect."

"Angel?" Damian questioned.

"Your Angel has a crack in her halo, Habibi." she said, kissing his cheek, "They can apologize…in time, but now, everything will be on my terms. I won't hesitate to burn their bridges next time."

"They don't deserve you, Habibiti." he smirked.

"Maybe not, but they owe me." she yawned and curled up into her boyfriend's arms to rest.

Sure the Wayne Enterprise tours were great, but they all had hoped to go to other places besides a business building and the hotel.

The next day, Marinette was there, standing next to Damian, waiting for them.

Her face was bruised and she kept an arm around her middle, as if to ease her breathing.

The class rushed to apologize, but Damian got in front of her, protectively, and glared at them.

They opened their mouths to apologize, but Bruce held up a hand, gaining their attention.

"Today we will be looking at the science wing." he announced, "Dick, can you please lead the way?"

"Single file, everyone!" Dick shouted.

They fell in line, tearing their gaze away from Marinette.

Bustier and Lila brought up the rear of the class, with Marinette and Damian slowly following behind them.

"I don't see why you had to come today." Damian growled out.

"I don't need my grades to fall behind." she spoke.

"You're injured, Angel." he stated.

"I'm fine." Marinette smiled, earning her a glare, "Okay. I'm bruised and battered, but I'm not hospitalized and the doctor didn't give me any bed rest."

"Well, what does he know?" Damian asked.

"Plenty. It's his job." Mari smirked, causing Damian to roll his eyes.

"Look, if at any time you feel tired or need a break. Tell me and we will sit down to rest. I can tell you all the mumbo-jumbo that Dick is telling them anyways." offered Damian.

"Deal." she said, grabbing his hand and followed the class.

At lunch, Damian pulled Marinette off to the side and away from the class so she could rest. The class watched as Damian showed compassion to her and only her. Adrien and a few others attempted to apologize again, but this time Jason turned them away.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to apologize to Marinette?" asked Kim.

"Her boyfriend is pretty protective of her." stated Alix.

"We probably won't get a chance until we're in Paris again." sighed Adrien.

"You'll get your chance, Dude." said Nino, giving him a side hug, "We'll keep getting working on all those rules your Old Man put in your head."

"Thanks, Guys." Adrien smiled, "I just wished I had come clean sooner. Maybe this wouldn't have happened at all."

The week had flown by so it wasn't that shocking when they saw Damian in the airport with Marinette, but when first class was called to board, they were shocked to see Marinette and him step into the boarding zone.

'Looks like it'll take longer to apologize to Marinette.' Adrien groaned.

As the passengers got off the plane, parents of Bustier's class were ready to get the children. Many of them had apologized to the Dupain-Chengs. They weren't sure if their children were involved with what happened, but they knew that no parent should ever see that happen to their child.

"Maman! Papa!" they heard a familiar voice call.

They turned around and found Marinette already hugging them.

"Oh, my little blossom." Sabine cooed.

"Princess, are you okay?" her father questioned, looking at her face.

"I know it doesn't look pretty, but it doesn't hurt." Marinette smiled.

" The doctor still said you should put ointment on all your bruises regularly and to ice your ribs at night." Damian interrupted.

Tom and Sabine quickly pulled him into a family hug.

"Thank you for all you did for our daughter." Tom spoke, with a sniffle.

"I feel as though I only put her in danger." Damian stated.

"Nonsense! It was that idiot liar who made all those claims and because you are truly dating our daughter, did that madman go after her." Sabine informed him, "Come home with us. Let's make you lunch, as a treat."

Damian looked to see Marinette with a big smile, the biggest she had had the whole trip.

"I'd love to." he spoke, grabbing Marinette's hand.

As the rest of the class stepped off the airplane, they saw Damian take Marinette's hand and walk off with her parents. Quickly, they were pulled away from Madam Bustier and told they were going home.

Adrien frowned as Marinette walked away. He still hadn't apologized to her, but his sadness was quickly replaced with shock as he recognized his father standing in the airport.

"Father!" Adrien called, running up to him and hugging him.

"Mr. Agreste." Lila smiled.

"Come along, Adrien. You don't want to be around unsavory people." he stated, glancing at Lila, "It goes without saying, Miss Rossi, but you're fired."

"What? Why?" she cried out.

"Finally!" Adrien smiled,"It wasn't a pleasure, Lila." and followed his father out of the airport.

Lila had no time to think about what just transpired

"Lila Agetha Rossi!" a voice rang throughout the airport.

"Momma!" Lila said, turning and coming face to face with her mother's glare.

"I hope you enjoyed your little vacation because we are booked for the next flight to Italy!" she shouts, grabbing her daughter's arm.

"But school-" Lila panicked.

"What happened in Gotham has been seen all over the news here! In fact, it's everywhere since Wayne Enterprise is an International company! You have been expelled, Lila! You are lucky I am not shipping you off to military school! Not only do you have the lawsuit against the Wayne and the restraining orders, but Jagged Stone is suing you as well, in honor of his niece." Mrs. Rossi shouted.

Lila paled and eyed the direction Marinette had walked off.

'She could have won at anytime. With one phone call, right from the start!'

She may have won battles against her, but Marinette had won the war.

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