#you're right i did want to talk about all of them though

[v1x3n]

REUNITE! ── ripped apart.

♯ PAIRINGS - john price x falsely accused reader x 141

♯ SYNOPSIS - tortured for information by your family and the person you loved, john price. you were harmed for something you hadn't even done, you were framed as the traitor and soon they would find out.

♯ TAGS - angst - mentions of torture, panic attacks and breakdowns.

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Days go by, long fucking days where you're practically stuck in this bed. You could get up and walk around but you didn't want to. You stared at the ceiling, kind of hoping it would fall down on you but it never came. Your face stuck in the same position for hours as you melted into the bare sheets of the hospital bed. A singular tear pricks down your cheek while you look towards the dying flowers that sit on your bedside table.

"Hi honey!" Your nurse walks into your room with some food clumped on the plate. You glance up at her with weak eyes. She places the food on your bedside table. Glancing at the withered flowers, she sighs. "They been in here recently?" Jane asks with a hint of disappointment. Your head shakes, not really wanting to even think about or even talk about them, let alone speak to them. "Listen, I know what they did to you was terrible and you probably never want to open that wound but-"

When you scoff and look away after the 'but', she continues talking. "...You should talk to someone about it. I'm not asking you to talk to them. Because god knows I wouldn't even look at them, but you should see a therapist. You do need one and you can't keep pushing away everyone who wants you to get better." Jane's sweet smile makes you acknowledge that there are nice people in this world.

"I-I uhm- I was forced to go to a session like within the first week of being here but they just..." you trail off, looking towards the flowers that had lost nearly all their life. Huh, you never thought you could relate to flowers.

"I understand, I do." She gently puts her hands on your knee. This time you don't flinch though. This time, memories didn't flash through your eyes - forcing you to relive the horrible things those fucking four put you through. This time, it was peaceful, it was comforting. "You should still give it another go, after what you went through - you need someone safe." Your nurse's thumb rubs against your knee as she speaks.

You take in her words, the lingering feeling of wanting to get better - to heal - stabs at your heart but you also wanted to show those fucking horrible four that this is what they fucking did to you. Not wanting to waste time getting better, if you even could, you knew deep down you'd always hurt. You wouldn't be able to trust anyone again - especially a man. What they did to you tore you apart.

So, you shrugged off your nurse's words before she let you be, to eat your hospital food. The slop slumped onto the plate looked so disgusting. The sandwich that you could tell would stick to the roof of your mouth was unappetizing. Honestly the food there made you less hungry. After sighing and shoving the meal to the bedside table, pushing the dead flowers off the wood so they splattered all over the floor. The hard floor was littered with wilted petals and the dark, pale green stems.

So here you are. Sat in another white fucking room, except there wasn't a lonely bed or flowers scattered across the floor. There were two cream couches and a massive window. And a woman wearing a tight pair of trousers, a white blouse with a blazer swept over the couch she was sitting on top of. The girl was holding a clipboard with text filling the papers. Her hair was straight and was neatly brushed - the total opposite of you. “Ah, y/n? Right? You can call me Jones." she smiled as you came into her viewline. You nod nervously as you swipe down on your little gown the hospital gave you. 

Multiple panic attacks. Your body was in pain. The wounds that litter your body - not to be healed ever again. Your 8 fingers that trailed over the stitched up cut across your cheek. The breakdown you had just a week ago. How you flinch when anyone (but Jane) gets close.

All of that flashes through your head while you sit opposite the women. "You're quite famous, you know?” the woman states. You tilt your head towards the left. 

“Oh?” you hum, looking around the room, clearly avoiding eye contact. She scribbles something quick onto a clean bit of paper, the one with text flopped over the top of the clipboard. “Heard about your ‘story’ a lot, from a lot of different people.” You slump against the sofa. Feeling the soft fabric beneath your fingertips. “Oh.” mumbling when your eyes finally meet hers for the first time. Her blue eyes connect with yours. A deep passion for helping was buried in her eyes. You could tell. 

“I haven't heard the story from the person who went through it all though.” Jones looks down at her clipboard, “why don't you tell me about it? How are you feeling?”

“What's there to tell?" you scoff. Sweat starts pouring from your forehead so you pull an arm that was littered with healing bruises up across it. Your question was not much of a question, more of a statement. What was there to tell? She knew the story, everyone fucking did. “Let's start with how's your day?” Jones smiled with a hint of amusement when your scoff reached her ears. “Fine.” She raised an eyebrow skeptically at your answer but didn't comment on anything. She leaned forward. Placing her clipboard on the seat beside her. 

Your figit uncomfortably, "that's.. all? Fine?” Jones questions, her voice hinting at suspicion. “Yep.” 

“You know if you aren't honest, I can't help you." 

After burying your head into your hands, you drag your cheek down with your palm as you let out a long sigh, "I'm doing better.” 

“Well that is good to hear,” she coos, reaching for her clipboard and writing down a few words in the margin. “Has anyone visited you lately?” Her question makes you hesitate for a moment. “Like family and friends?” Jones nods whilst leaning back.

Looking around the office you notice the way the woman in front of you tilts her head in the slightest when you shake your head. Her ramblings go on and on but you end up blurring them out. High squeaking forms in your ears, blinding out your therapist talking. 

That's when a loud bang sounds from the door that you entered through. It brings you back to life. You flinch back as the door opens. “Hey Jones, sorry 'm late just got outa trainin’” the blurred man walks through the door, holding tight onto a notebook. His scruffy appearance so familiar.

You wish you didn't have to face him yet.

“Your session is on a Thursday from now on, I told you-” she gets cut off when Johnny drops the book in his hands as he stares at you with wide eyes, his mouth opening slightly as fear shoots through your stomach and heart. The man before you mumbles one quiet word.

 “...Bonnie.”

[thewidowsledger]

not a back story but i would really like to know what is happening with milf r and nerd nat right now that nat is in her household with her sons...

i love your work so much and all i can say is youre underrated, thank you

After seeing Nat, r never stopped squirming. Having to have the welcome home lunch with her sons and of course, the one she had a one night stand with that turned out to be her son's bestfriend.

She did her best to avoid Natasha or be alone with Natasha. You are welcoming to her and very accommodating but only when you are around your sons.

That summer was supposed to be a bonding season for you and for your children but now you try to avoid home as much as possible so you wouldn't have to see or have an interaction with your second born's bestfriend.

You told Thena all about it and all she did was laugh at your face about how odd and how small the world is for you. You would always spend your time with your friend that your children are becoming curious onto why you're always gone.

One time your Bruce had to ask you why you were not home the whole day, he asked you if you were seeing someone. And you froze on spot, holding tightly on your cutlery as you eat dinner with them, you saw Natasha looked at you—all three of them were looking at you. You let out a chuckle wishing it didn't come out nervously as you intended it to be. And, you said, yes. Lies.

Tony saying, "Can he take a punch?" And Natasha almost choked her food. You blinked as Tony laughed at his bestfriend. "I...he can, Tony." You said, hoping that he won't notice the lies that lay beneath your words. You only said yes, so whatever hope you see in Natasha's eyes whenever you look at her would fade.

They only stayed for 3 weeks, painful 3 weeks having not to spend so much time with your sons and having to see your son's friend that gave you mindblowing orgasm that the father of your children couldn't even give you.

The night before they leave your place, Tony told Natasha to accompany you to the market to buy some stocks like foods and toiletries for their apartment. You refused, almost scolding your son telling him that you don't want his friend to be tired and you have a long travel tomorrow. Natasha took that as a chance and told you that it's not a problem. Now, you can't refuse.

The drive on the market was painfully silent, Natasha was the one to push the cart, being a gentlewoman she is as she took the liters of water you were carrying, your hands grazing at each other before she placed it in the cart. She also took it to herself to carry everything to the car especially the heavy ones.

The drive back was full of tension unlike the drive on your way back to the market. It is the only and last moment you would be with Natasha, alone. "You're really seeing someone?" You nodded, lies. "Good for you." Because if you are, now there would be a reason for Natasha to move on.

You really tried not to talk or utter a single word with her but the feeling of being guilty walking out on her is eating you. "You're young, Natasha. You'll meet so many people along the way." You spoke after her little talk with you. "You're a big, smart girl. I know you know how much I love my children." She know what your words were hinting. She could only nod, suppressing the tears that are threatening to fall in her eyes.

"C-can...can I kiss you? One last time? Please." Fuck being in your driveway as she asked. You saw her reddened eyes with tears. You cupped her face with one hand and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek, she expected a kiss on her lips but you draw the line there. Your foreheads and noses touched for a brief moment before you pulled away. You have to, because if you don't you won't let her go neither will she even though you had painfully missed how her plump lips felt like on yours and as it travel on your body.

You didn't know that Bruce and Tony planned a surprise for you that's why they let Natasha go with you. The little celebration went well, filled with so much tension and stolen glances between you and Natasha. At the end of the night, you all took a photo together, one with Bruce, one with Tony, one with the two of them, and one with the redhead.

The day after, you never tore away yourself to your children. Hugging, kissing and babying them. Your children never stopped asking you about the one you're seeing but you would try to avoid the conversation by scolding and reminding them about stuff when they finally go again to the university. Meanwhile, Natasha never dared to look at you even before they leave the house.

After they leave, you took Natasha's shirt and the photo you had together where you two stood awkwardly with enough space between each other. A tear fell down your cheek as you put it on a box. You know that as you close this box the feelings you had with the young girl will forever be hidden with it. You two cannot be together, you love your children too much to be with her—but a part of you wished for the situation to be different—you wished that maybe in another universe her star would align to yours.

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Author's Note: Sorry guys, this is not a sad ending, this is a realistic ending🤓 thank you for this request, nony! And thank you for the kind words, I appreciate it����

Fic link: Toothbrush

[spiderfunkz]

HYUN-JU x CHUBBY!READER

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

author's note: i hope i did this request justice!! i have a few more drafts to upload😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 likes and reblogs help boost my writing and are very appreciated.

▸ hyun-ju isn't shy nor afraid to show you off to her friends, to let them see what a beautiful person you truly are. inside and out. she loves seeing you become more comfortable and confident, that's her girl. and plus, she loves it when you get flustered sometimes. it's cute.

▸ she's a great listener, as said before. she's empathetic and emotionally intelligent. she's quick to reassure you when you feel down. she's incredibly good with her words, they always make you feel more relaxed and calm. she'll rub your back and play with your hair as you talk.

▸ hyun-ju believes that an 'ideal body' is a body you're comfortable in. she would never cross your boundaries. she always supports your goals and accomplishments, as small as they can be, she's still proud. your celebrations are hers too. she doesn't care about societal standards, as long as you're happy and healthy, she'll love you no matter what.

▸ she compliments you all the time! she tells you how perfect your curves are, how she loves every single part of you. hyun-ju states that beauty and love come in all shapes and sizes.

▸ when you're feeling self conscious or insecure, hyun-ju knows how to softly handle it. she isn't unknown to the struggles of being uncomfortable or upset with your own body. she's experienced it herself. you two can have deep talks about it without any judgement, she's here for you, and you're here for her.

▸ she's very affectionate. she loves cuddling with you, cupping your cheeks, holding and caressing your thigh while you're in the passenger seat. she always makes sure you feel loved and valued.

▸ hyun-ju is a great cook. i just know it. she gives you the first bite in every meal and occasionally asks for feedback. she makes sure you're well fed and eat delicious meals all day! besides, you two make a great pair in the kitchen, always laughing, cracking jokes and eggs.

▸ loves it when you dress up. will shower you with flattering remarks and praise. "you look so beautiful. so gorgeous. i'm so lucky to be with the most beautiful angel ever. tell me, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" and obviously, she'll throw in a cheesy pick up line to get a giggle out of you.

▸ or you know, when you leave her completely speechless, she just utters "i could marry you right now."

▸ hyun-ju is the type of girlfriend to bring you flowers every tuesday. with a note to keep you motivated throughout the next week. you've received so many, you collect all the notes and keep it in a small box. when hyun-ju's not at home, you like to read it.

▸ she's always down for any activity you want to do. long walks, short walks, a nice car ride around the city, and even a trip to the gym.

▸ hyun-ju goes to the gym often, i mean, she's quite buff. she loves to coach you and help you adapt to the surroundings. she always helps you when you're struggling with an equipment or when you need to fix your form.

▸ self-love and self-care is very important to her. she loves days where you just stay at home, do skin care together, baths, and put on the comfiest of clothes. preferably, she'll borrow your sweaters as it provides the most warmth, comfort, and your scent is just addicting.

▸ she isn't afraid to stand up for you. she can fight and she knows it. though, she'll only fight when necessary. her words are strong too, her tone is tough and stern. she's very protective of you.

▸ she knows how to make you feel safe. after all, you're her safe space. she can and will take care of you, making sure your wants or needs are fulfilled. she can ask you about it, but trust, hyun-ju always knows what you want or need. she calls it 'girlfriend intuition'

▸ i know i've repeated countless times that hyun-ju's love language is acts of service, but you know what else is? words of affirmation and quality time. these play such a part in your relationship and you couldn't be anymore grateful to have hyun-ju.

▸ you're just so perfect in her eyes. hyun-ju is just so ridiculously in love with you.

[mj-iza-writer]

In honor of @weirdthingweee who is excitedly waiting for snow to fall where they live. Thing, I'm hoping you get the snow you want so you can do all the fun things you've been talking about. Hope you and everyone enjoy this story.

Whumpee leaned against the back of the couch and stared out of the window.

"Caretaker?", Whumpee turned sadly.

"Yes Whumpee", Caretaker looked up from their work.

"Do you think it will snow soon?", Whumpee frowned.

"I don't know Whumpee. Maybe you're making it nervous. You've been watching out that window all evening", Caretaker smiled.

"I can't help it... I really want it to snow", Whumpee fell sideways onto the couch cushions.

"Careful", Caretaker warned, "that's a good way to fall off of the couch and get hurt. Then what will you do? You can't play in the snow if you're hurt."

Whumpee peaked out the window again, "please snow", they whispered a prayer.

"Well, my dear, I do believe it is time for all Whumpees to go to bed", Caretaker set their work aside, "maybe you will get some snow in the morning. Then I will have to shovel.... yeppy."

"You don't like the snow?", Whumpee pouted.

"Not as much as you do, but I will be happy for you to get some snow, and I will happily clean it up if it means you are happy", Caretaker stood, "come on, it's time for bed."

"Whumpee.... goodmorning", Caretaker gently shook Whumpee.

"Mmm", Whumpee whispered, "good morning."

"Whumpee, I need you to listen very carefully to me... okay", Caretaker moved some of Whumpee's hair out of their face.

"Mmm... hmm", Whumpee blinked slowly, then yawned.

"Whumpee, I need you to get up and get ready for today. Remember to wear something warm. Please do not look outside yet. I will tell you when you can look", Caretaker smiled, "do you understand?"

"Yes Caretaker... I understand", Whumpee looked around tiredly.

"I have breakfast almost ready. So you can come right down", Caretaker stood.

Caretaker had just started plating breakfast when they heard Whumpee walk into the wall.

"Ow", Whumpee giggled from the floor.

"Didn't see the wall there?", Caretaker peaked out at them, "what are you doing?"

"Keeping my eyes closed. You normally have the curtains open, and said not to look", Whumpee kept their eyes covered.

"You're alright, I have everything shut still. Thankyou so much for listening though", Caretaker helped them up.

"Did it snow?", Whumpee giggled.

"Breakfast is ready. Come along", Caretaker led them into the kitchen.

Whumpee sighed.

"Maybe it will snow while you eat breakfast and take your medicine", Caretaker talked over their shoulder.

Whumpee huffed.

Caretaker waited until Whumpee's last bite.

"Alright I got your medicine in you, and you have eaten. You may now look outside", Caretaker stood and started clearing the table.

Whumpee jumped up and ran for the couch. They tucked their head in between the two curtains and peered outside.

"Caretaker....it snowed", Whumpee yelled.

"I know... why do you think you had to wait?", Caretaker called as they filled up their coffee mug, "you wouldn't have eaten and taken your medicine for me otherwise."

"Can we go outside?", Whumpee yelled excitedly.

"You need to get your coat on", Caretaker quietly talked from behind, "hat, scarf, and gloves are also required."

Caretaker tied Whumpee's snowboots while Whumpee put their gloves on.

"Alright just about ready to play", Caretaker popped a hat onto Whumpee and tucked their ears in, "there, no getting cold on my watch", Caretaker smiled.

Whumpee bounced in front of the door while Caretaker got into their coat and gloves.

"Alright Whumpee", Caretaker opened the door and watched Whumpee run into the winter wonderland.

Whumpee instantly climbed onto the ground and slid through the snow.

Caretaker laughed at Whumpee's excitement.

They then sighed at the state of their driveway and car though.

"Well, I guess it won't clean itself", Caretaker carefully walked to their shed to get what they needed.

Whumpee continued to roll around until the entire backyard was covered in their tracks. They then followed Caretaker to the front yard to play.

"Are you feeling cold?", Caretaker looked up at them after shoveling a bit more.

"I'm okay", Whumpee sniffled some.

"Here, come get a tissue. Don't suck that up into your nose", Caretaker pulled a pack from their pocket.

"Will you help me make a snowman", Whumpee grinned after they blew their nose.

"Yes, I'm about done with this. How about you get started. I'll join in a few minutes", Caretaker grinned.

Whumpee nodded and quickly ran for the fresh snow.

Whumpee had finished rolling a part of the snowman by the time Caretaker came up from putting the shovel away.

"Good job", Caretaker knelt down and started to pack snow for the midsection, "I haven't made a snowman in a long time."

"I haven't either", Whumpee started to roll the ball for Caretaker.

"I'll start the head now", Caretaker started to whistle.

Caretaker handed Whumpee a few sticks, some rocks, and a carrot to decorate the snowman.

"Go ahead and decorate them", Caretaker sat down and watched, "we will have to go in after this though. We've been out here for a while."

"I don't want to though", Whumpee frowned as they stuck carrot into the snowman's face for the nose, "I'm having to much fun."

"I know you are Whumpee, but you are shaking. It's time to get some warm dry clothes on. How does some hot chocolate sound?", Caretaker smiled, "here let's take a picture for memories."

Whumpee sadly followed Caretaker inside.

"Cheer up, we can play outside again. We need to listen to our bodies though, and our bodies are saying it's to cold", Caretaker pulled their coat off before helping Whumpee.

"There. Now please go get into some comfy clothes. I'll do the same, then we can drink hot chocolate... and how does a movie sound?"

"It sounds good", Whumpee made a small smile.

"I know you had a lot of fun out their. We can do it again", Caretaker promised, "let's get warmed up."

Caretaker walked by the window on their way to the kitchen.

Whumpee leaned on the couch and watched outside.

"Checking on the snowman?", Caretaker smiled.

"No, I'm seeing if it snows again. I want more", Whumpee smirked mischievously.

"Of course you are", Caretaker chuckled, "I wouldn't have thought anything else. Come on, let's get that hot chocolate going."

Whumpee giggled as they got up and followed Caretaker into the kitchen.

"Maybe if it snows again we can make another snowman", Whumpee enthusiastically shuffled on the kitchen floor.

"Yes, that would be fun", Caretaker winked, "two snowmen on my property would look great."

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[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request headcanons of TFP Optimus Prime and Ratchet with a human teen who is like Luz Noceda from TOH?

And how would they react to reader coming to the base one day with a box, reader tells them it is their school proyect for tomorrow and wanted their opinion, only to then open the box and take out alive snakes!!

I can also see them becoming friends with Miko quick.

☆ Eccentrically Unique — TFP Optimus/Ratchet & Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff, Platonic || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes your oddball nature in stride. He's seen his fair share of rowdy bots all across his career, and though he'll still play parent for you by guiding you in the right directions, he's keen on letting you have your fun as long as it doesn't interfere with work

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet is a bit more snippy about it, but the medic isn't exactly known for his cheerful disposition. He'll talk to you about alien facts for however long you want, no matter how annoyed he pretends to be

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When it comes to school, the two are typically a little more out of the loop because of their lack of understanding to the earth education system. That's where Miko comes in, the two of you bonding over the advice she gives and your similar interests

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When you mentioned a project, the two bots wished you luck without thinking much about it. Ratchet did note the differences between human and Cybertronian sciences, but largely they just gave you encouragement and thought that would be all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Oh how wrong they were. When you came back the next day excited about your idea, Optimus was admittedly curious to see what humans considered interesting sciences. That is until you opened the lid and they saw the snakes within

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The bots were curious, but Ratchet drew a line when one of the serpents kept gnawing at his fingers. Sure the poison didn't affect him, but some nerve to latch on like parasites! Especially when they get loose and start slithering along the base floors

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took many dizzying moments of scrambling large mechs and some panicked humans to get the snakes picked up. Optimus let you know pretty soon after that wild animals were suddenly prohibited from base

ᯓᡣ𐭩 They both come together to reassure you in the end. They do like seeing your creativity and knack for the unfamiliar, but they'd also both seen quite a bit what impulsive workers can cause. Though Ratchet is more blunt than Optimus, they both assure you that you're still welcome to have your adventures with them anytime... just with less snakes

[twst-drabbles]

Hello! this is my first time request something so I hope I didn't break any rules.

I want tooth rotting fluff sanctuary au with Leona and Ruggie. Nothing specific but I want to have a glimpse on their everyday lives with the caretaker mc

Leona and Ruggie 5

Summary: Ruggie and Leona are irritating to deal with when they decide to team up to bother you. Especially when you finally decided to start your walks again.

(Who doesn't like to indulge in cuteness? I certainly do!)

"Ruggie, can you not?" Sure sure, he doesn't really weigh much of anything, embodying the wind, but you never once said you'd be carrying him on your back while hiking. "Get off."

"What? You don't like my company? You're hurting my feelings here." Ruggie did, in fact, not get off and instead wrapped his arms tighter around your neck. You can practically hear the grin on his face, the brat. "I may not be tiny anymore, but this form consumes a lot of energy. I just get tired too easily, Caretaker."

Yeah and you have a flesh and blood body that's aging and breaking down in ways you don't want to talk about. You too get tired! It's why you're walking again.

"Should've stayed home then if you're that bone tired." You reached back and grabbed Ruggie by the scruff. He went limp and it was easy to slide him off. Ruggie was still smiling, though it was a little stiff. Looked funny. "Off you go."

"I didn't realize you've become so cold, Caretaker." Oh and here's the other familiar that decided to tag along as soon as Ruggie that announcement that somehow missed Jack's ears. "Here we are, putting in the effort to keep you company and you punish us by making us walk on our own legs."

"You're not even walking, Leona." He's laying on a large mound of sand that's been trailing behind you like a snail.

Leona waved you off, one arm behind his head. "Don't we deserve to be spoiled a little? Look at Ruggie's face. Can you really say no to that?"

Ruggie, still grabbing him by the scruff, pouted, ears flat against his head as stray leaves gently swayed around his body. You tossed him towards Leona's sand.

Leona gave a bark of a laugh while Ruggie whined out your name.

"Hey, do you really want us to go home?" Leona picked off the twigs and leaves collecting in his sands, flicking them off into a nearby puddle. "We can be quiet if it bothers you that much."

"We can just hide away so you can pretend we're not here, if that's better." Ruggie popped out from the sand, crossing his arms.

…that's a little too serious a tone to take on this early in the morning. That's concerning.

You raised an eyebrow. "You both really want to be with me, right?"

Leona didn't say anything, preferring to close his eyes, while Ruggie gave a big, defeated sigh. "Isn't it obvious? We'd end up worrying ourselves sick if we let you walk all alone."

…ah, alright. That's the core of it huh, worry. Well, hopefully there will come a day where they won't worry about that.

"Then walk with me all you like. Just, no surprise carrying. I need to used to my own weight first."

[satureja13]

Sai and Vlad started the last installments for the droid scanner. Come tomorrow morning, they should be able to boot it, get a rough direction where Tiny Can is and finally leave Batuu's orbit. That was about time! Vlad wants to celebrate this milestone in Moogies Bar, but Sai already has other plans. Jeb asked him to try the cooling basin/hot tub! Sai is so excited. Jeb barely ever makes the first step. It even got worse after his revelation he'll probably never be able to woohoo Sai... And after Jeb shoved him even farther away by building the computer corner for him, Sai feared the worst. Finally putting Jack's plan to lure Jeb into an 'accidental woohoo' is not only going so slow because Sai's body needs to get prepared for their first woohoo, Sai was also reluctant because - in some way - he's tricking Jeb into it. At least it feels a bit like that, even though he knows how much Jeb wants it too. But Sai also had a talk with 'Big Snout' Jack earlier, and Jack told Sai how broken Jeb was when he came to their room to pour his heart out. So Jeb's offer to jump in the hot tub together came just in the nick of time to put some wood behind the arrow! This was the sign Sai was waiting for to go for it!

But when they crossed the cargo bay and approached the entrance to the engine room with the cooling basin/hot tub... ... they heard moaning... water splashing... ... and Jeb: "Gods, you're so tight..."

What the...

None of them wanted to know what's going on in there, but like being pulled by invisible strings, they moved inside. Vlad too, because there's no way he'll leave his friend alone in this. ... Just to find Ji Ho there together with Jeb! They didn't even notice them... Ji Ho let out a soft moan: "You truely have magic hands, Jeb."

This painfully reminded Vlad and Sai of the one night beyond the Veil, when Jeb's magic entered Ji Ho to find that spell... Jealousy biled up in both of them. What is going on here?! Jack: "Ah, you're finally here! What do you think? Awesome, right? We've been at it all day!" Sai is about to faint and Vlad can't even look Ji Ho's way: "You've ... been ... at it? What...?" Is this ... an orgy?

Jack: "Yes, we've installed the showers and a sitting corner - there's even a snack vending machine!" Kiyoshi: "Poor Ji Ho strained his back by setting it up - but don't you worry, Vlad. You know Jeb is an excellent healer and Ji Ho's as good as new now, after a healthy massage." So this 'you're so tight' and 'you have magic hands' was a ... massage? To heal Ji Ho's back? Skully interruped them: "Now that we're finally all here - let's get the party started!" And - of course - the goats gathered too. To not miss anything out ^^'

Jeb: "Sai, Vlad! I was just about to text you. Try the new showers and come on in! The water is just right! I added some of my relaxing herb essences. It's wonderful."

Skully started his record player:

'I'm glad you're home Now did you really miss me? I guess you did by the look in your eye (Look in your eye, look in your eye) Well lay back and relax While I put away the dishes (put away the dishes) Then you and me can rock a bell

You can ring my bell, ring my bell You can ring my bell, ring my bell You can ring my bell, ring my bell You can ring my bell, ring my bell

The night is young And full of possibilities Well, come on and let yourself be free, yeah My love for you (love for you, love for you) So long I've been savin' Tonight was made for me and you'

Anita Ward - Ring my Bell (I can't believe we've never played this masterpiece in one of the episodes before?)

Skully chuckled, he has every reason to celebrate. None of the Little Ones placed the right bet on who would be the first pairing in the cooling basin/hot tub! So all the money's on the bank. Little Goat: 'Tch.'

It wasn't all that unlikely, though. Ji Ho and Jeb often share a bathroom - and even a hot tub at the Tavern at Mount Komorebi - and the glances!

(Aouwww! Vlad and Ji Ho's Little Goats are kissing! 💞🐐)

Vlad and Sai recovered from the shock and took their showers.

Vlad went into the tub. It's so hot in here. And Ji Ho immediately moved next to him.

So Sai could sit next to Jeb. Vlad ogled Ji Ho's back. Is he still hurting? Ji Ho must have suppressed his pain so he wouldn't upset Vlad through their Bond. Surely he didn't want him to heal his back - because it's still so awkward between them... What would he give to be able to touch Ji Ho as easily and natural as Jeb could...

Even though Jack was busy with his fated mate, he noticed Vlad's glances and he knows how jealous Vlad gets when someone dares to touch Ji Ho. Jack: "Kiyoshi, as a healer - would you say Ji Ho needs a thorough aftercare even though he feels better now?" Kiyoshi played along: "Of course he does! Vlad is a healer too, he should do a full body examination later and see if there are some more tight spots that need attention and being cared of." Vlad: "Will you two put your dirty mouths on each other's again and stop talking? PLEASE?"

Jack: "Ah. If it is still such a hazzle for you, Jeb will continue caring for Ji Ho. Right, Jeb?" Jeb: "Ehm..." Sai: "Omg, Jack!" Jack: "You can thank me later ;) "

Vlad, after he stopped hissing: "Fine! I'll do it!" Jack: "That's my Boy!" Jack killing two Klatooine Paddy Frogs with one Hutt, hahaha

After that, they had a relaxing and fun evening. Ji Ho and Jack left the hot tub and raided the snack machine. And Sai was happy. Even though he didn't have his sexy time with Jeb. It's a while ago since they had such a carefree time all together. There will be other ocassions soon when he and Jeb would be able to be alone in here. And then Jeb wouldn't feel so tense because he has good memories of this place. Jack and the others did a good job making this engine room an awesome hang-out.

Jack noticed Ji Ho is a bit stiff: "Does it still hurt?" Ji Ho rubbed his back: "Not as bad as before. I'm ok." Vlad leaned forward to try to sense something through their Bond.

Ji Ho: "But I can lift my arms again higher than before Jeb's massage. See?" At some point Ji Ho stopped in his movement: "Ouch." Ji Ho really tried to whisper the 'Ouch' - but of course Vlad heard it - and stiffened too. He will care for Ji Ho - even if it's killing him... Kiyoshi: "We should mix an ointment so Vlad can rub it in ... Ji Ho's back." Ms Coombes was right, Jack does have a negative impact on Kiyoshi ^^' Jeb: "Something that relaxes his muscle and tenders his tight spot." Vlad: "..."

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number one girl

pairing: max verstappen x reader

summary: the story of ynmax is a very, very heated topic riddled with holes and chock full of conspiracies: a couple and split to rival brocedes. it's mostly an a f1 thing, though, until you release an album and the internet tries to deduce what ruined a decades-long friendship.

a/n: angst warning. bear with me, you're in for a long ride. we go from twitter to insta to reddit to sdfsd. this was SO FUN!

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yourinstagram: "number one girl" out now.

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user1: mother??? music???

user2: our multitalented baby <3

stevienicks: so proud of you ❤️

yourinstagram: so thankful for you 🥺 your support is immeasurable in worth

user3: max verstappen did you-

user4: george listening to this so he can justify bullying max next season

user5: please 💀 i choked on my water reading that

user6: CHARLES IN THE CREDITS FOR PIANO?? how many side quests has this girl roped people into

user7: they're still good friends lol just cause she and max stopped speaking doesn't mean she's not close w the rest of the grid user8: @/user7 right! she and alex have also posted each other quite a bit after the rhode collab

user9: is no one talking about the lyrics 😃 gut wrenching, yes, but the way it all lines up w max??

user10: no babe dw we're all talking about the lyrics user11: my roman empire...

user12: who's this max guy and what does he have to do with my queen y/n

user13: @/user12 he's a formula one driver, they ued to be best friends user12: @/user13 like nascar? omg what i only knew that she debuted in shadow n bone but WHAT IS THIS

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A PAGE FROM Y/N's JOURNAL November 15, 2021

Max is a plane right now to see Kelly. I feel like I've been punched, three times over. The nausea is getting to me.

How could you? Just say all those things, like you always do. Do you mean any of them? When you say "I love you, more than anyone in this life." When you say "You're worth it, really. "When you say "forever." Does anyone ever really mean forever? Forever is part of the foreseeable future. You cannot capture what is beyond that.

You were my life. The words, every moment. An inescapable reminder.

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yourinstagram: "toxic till the end (ft. lewis hamilton)" is up on youtube and all music platforms ♡

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user1: what. the. fuck.

user2: is she dating lewis? what? y/n girl please stop being cryptic my head can't take all of this 😭

user3: if this is part of the press tour i must say i am now extremely invested in the ynmax drama and i didn't even know who max was until i saw a thread on number one girl...

lewishamilton: Best of luck with your future endeavors, Y/N 🫂 Will be by your side!

yourinstagram: you better be 🫰 user4: the friendship we didn't know we needed

user5: lewis with...pink hair...

user6: max emilian verstappen fumbled so hard

user7: imagine ghosting THE y/n l/n and then she drops this

user8: well, 4 years later but yeah user9: what even is a wdc...

user10: what does the heart mean y/n

user11: bro

user12: so i guess the harry styles dating rumors were all fake 😔 but omg lewis music!!

kellypiquet: Face and voice of an angel 😽

yourinstagram: me? please, pregnancy glow has been treating you good 💕 user13: at least they don't have any hard feelings...

user14: bruno in the likes is the most random thing ever

user15: acting career, check. singing career, check. formula one side quests??? multple checks

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lewishamilton: Behind the scenes of Miss Y/N's "toxic till the end" music video

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yourinstagram: looking good there, lew

lewishamilton: Very kind of you to say user1: trust me we are witnessing the start of a great romance

user2: i don't want to delulu too hard but PLEASE tell me y/n's moved on with lewis it would be the ultimate baddie move

user3: imagine...you won abu dhabi but you lost the love of your life to the guy you beat 🤪 user4: we're all insane but i'm just going to keep dreaming

charles_leclerc: Why am I not in your dump?

yourinstagram: face card wasn't lethal enough user5: she's brutal 💀 user6: our charles's facecard could start wars idk what she's on

user7: daddy please give me ONE chance

user8: give me some of that maranello?? he looks so good oml

user9: focusing on music videos and not racing...no wonder he's washed

user10: @/user9 can you stfu and touch grass user11: @/user9 literally no one asked

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX November 2021

Dear Hey, Y/N.

I realized you blocked me. It hurts. I don't know what to say or what to believe anymore. I miss us. Overstepping was the wrong choice, if you must, but going back is not impossible.

We've been friends for so long. Why can't you won't you try?

I miss you.

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r/Fauxmoi · 1 day ago hamilton7xc

Max Verstappen and Y/N L/N's infamous split explained?

feralonsos: So she's been pretending he led her on when she lead him on

parking23: I don't know anymore. I know nothing. Don't even talk to me.

forzamcqueen: I want to say it's not about YNMax but 21 (as in 21, when they split?) and Y/N has been coming out with music recently. When you look at the "number one girl" lyrics from Boy's perspective it lines up with this submission. That Max wanted reassurance from Y/N and she gave it to him, but she couldn't give him everything he needed.

↳ roses_berg: @/forzamcqueen I don't know...it seems kind of unlikely. Y/N has a lyric about "chasing the prize" or something like that. What prize would she be chasing? On the other hand, you have Max who has clearly said racing is his passion and he loves winning.

↳ forzamcqueen: @/roses_berg I see where you're coming from but there are a few interpretations. Toxic Till the End suggests she thought his attachment to her was maybe unhealthy, and he kept trying to find ways to keep her by his side. Y/N has mentioned in past interviews (promo for her role in Shadow and Bone, when she was starting to do acting) that she's had bad experience with past relationships and is hesitant on starting a new one.

↳ januaryblues11: @/forzamcqueen Sorry, what interview? Could you link it?

↳ forzamcqueen: @/januaryblues11 No worries, I put it down below. The part I'm referring to is around 5:41.

↳ WolffHornerFan: @/forzamcqueen Okay, okay. I need a timeline then. She must've started filming Shadow and Bone in Oct 2019, then wrapped 4 months later in Feb 2020. This might be the "prize" she's chasing? Her own career. Before it was announced that she was in the series most news referred to her as "close friend" or "best friend" of Max Verstappen. Now a lot of people know her for S&B or Top Gun Maverick, etc.

↳ CautiousOwl: Might've not wanted her relationship to overshadow her career. It's understandable, if she wanted to be taken seriously instead of a "nepo friend."

↳ 4norrisop: She's amazing in Shadow and Bone! Definitely recommend checking that out, but I don't understand why she ghosted him.

↳ ynluv07: @/4norrisop he was dating kelly at the time. she might've thought it was a bad idea after it happened (i'm referring to the kiss, which i assume happened because she explicitly refers to it a few times in "number one girl") and distanced herself. maybe she told him it wasn't okay?

↳ ICEMAN_bwoah: Brain hurts.

↳ brooksies: Well if she did give up her happiness because she thought Kelly deserved better, that's great. No wonder they're still on good terms.

↳ DauntingParrot91: @/brooksies Yeah, sure...

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX January 2022

Y/N, I'm sorry I asked for too much; I'm sorry I pushed you. I'll take my bags and go quietly, this time. Maybe you'll open the door again someday. I love you too, my best friend always.

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yourinstagram: Burnout.

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM Y/N February 2022

Wish you'd take a little longer to pack up your bags. You're moving too fast. Make me want to hate you more than I hate myself, so I don't have to miss you. Make a mistake, please. So I have someone to blame.

Please, won't you stay a little longer? I would call you babe, just to make you smile. I wouldn't mean it that way, but I still love you. You're my best friend. Why wasn't that enough?

I'll be okay, sometime. You say it's written all over my face, and I wonder, what is? I'm fragile, now. I'm speechless, now. Don't leave me in pieces. I'm sorry, let me fix it. It won't be good for us, but oh-how I want to.

I'm already having trouble breathing. Please, stay a little longer. I can't stand these four walls without you inside them.

Come back, be here.

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maxverstappen: She stayed a little longer 🖤

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user1: GUYS HE DEF HEARD THE SONG

user2: do we think kelly asked him to post it

user3: tbf given on how sweet her n yns interactions are i wouldn't be surprised if she listened to burnout

user4: kelly. you are the strongest woman i know

user5: so i can convince you the minute i kiss you speak a little softer so i don't have to answer and make it okay before you can say

user6: i just know he had a little breakdown inside after he heard the album

user7: max rn: CHARLES HOW COULD YOU PLAY PIANO FOR HER

user8: max: alexa play that should be me user9: ho-olding your handdd

user10: who are we blaming today

user11: at least max is finally someone's number one girl

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AN UNSENT LETTER FROM MAX Summer 2024

Sometimes I look to the television and you're on, flying a plane or wielding magic, whatever it is you do these days. I knew you could act. I knew you'd make it far. I hear you were nominated for a Golden Globe, too.

I was mad for a long time. I was upset you kicked me out of your life so abruptly.

Kelly's expecting. I think she will be as good a mother to our child as she is to little P. A family is what I have always wanted, you know. It was not what you wanted.

I am sorry. I have said that many times, but one day I will need to say it to your face. I am truly, irrevocably sorry for all the hurt I caused you, in the name of love.

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r/PopCultureChat · 1 day ago forzamcqueen

"Burnout" by Y/N L/N

How do we feel about the release of the full album? Moreover, how do we think it fits into the YNMax narrative? I, for one, have been listening non-stop trying to figure out the story.

lec_clerc16: I think it's funny how many people have gotten into F1 because of her music. Lol.

↳ NaturalOtter5: Well Lewis & Charles were on it so I would say the F1 community is pretty interested in the tea aswell.

↳ lec_clerc16: @/NaturalOtter5 Right, but YNMax is old drama. Sure, someone's posting in r/F1 every other week about an old photo or new quote. It's still been around for a while. This is fresh meat 😋

jennyowens1342: such a player...LOL who is gameboy about atp

↳ sassybanana: TBF Y/N's dating life has been a lot more quiet than Max's. There have been rumors but she hasn't hard launched anything. Maybe the one public "relationship" was enough for her.

museapollo: the more i listen the more convinced i am that y/n did not want the relationship as max did and decided it was best for them to stop being friends. the whole album is about a codependent relationship and the two people can't deal with leaving but they know it's better for both.

↳ janitorsclosetmonster: yess!! that's what i've been saying. we can't blame y/n for everything, it must've been confusing for her as well. having to navigate everything. idt she'd dated anyone at that point. max was her only close friend.

↳ EggplantParmesan713: But did max cheat...that's the real question. When did THE kiss happen? And who started it?

↳ museapollo: @/EggplantParmesan713 idk. i can't figure if she actually loved him (romantically) bcs it's clear he did but her side is a bit more hazy. you have: 1. "i just WANT it to be you" - it's not actually him she loves but she desperately wants it to be him 2. "cause even when i said it was over / you heard baby can you pull me in closer" - she's telling him it won't work out but he's not listening. 3. "please, won't you stay, stay a little a little longer, babe?" - she pauses before babe, like it's her trying to convince him to stay. mb she thought it was best to distance herself/end the friendship for a bit but she still loves him a lot because they've been friends for so long

↳ forzamcqueen: @/museapollo The best explanation I have heard so far. You can't force someone to love you the way you do. At least they've matured and moved on.

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January 2025

Dear Max:

Congratulations. I'm sure you will be a wonderful father, as I have always guessed. 2024 was a great year for you. I watched all a few of your races; you've still got it.

I'm putting out an album soon. I thought you should know. I already had a talk with Kelly, she's listened to some snippets and she likes it a lot. Some of the writing is about you the things I never said.

It was wonderful being your best friend. We had a good run, better than most.

Missing you Wish you the best, Y/N L/N

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February 2025

Dear Y/N:

Occasionally, I think of all that could have been.

But we had many years together, and I will always cherish those moments.

Kelly loves the album, she puts it on while she cooks or does her makeup. P sings along in the car. She says she wants to go out for a tea party with you sometime. I listen to it even when they're out of the voice, for a reminder of your voice. You've made quite a name for yourself. I'm sorry I couldn't be there by your side.

Thank you for writing it. There are some things that you have to hear once, just for yourself.

Love Always Yours, Max Verstappen

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what did you think?? i might do a part 2 of yn & max talking for the first time in forever but i wanna know if you guys liked this one first LOL

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‹   · 。 🦢 *     ―     my Love Letter to those who feel at war with themselves when manifesting:

✧. This message is to those who feel a lot of resistance about their desires .✧

Resistance is your brain's nasty way of trying to protect you. It keeps you small, stuck in your comfort zone, because you don't want to experience any more heartbreak and disappointment. You've been hurt so many times in the past and you have no clue how much more you can take before you completely break down and give up on life. What if you fail again? What if good things can't happen to someone like you? What if it'll all be taken away anyways? It might be easier to stay in your comfort zone, even though your circumstances aren't ideal, because at least you know what to expect. You've adapted yourself for your survival.

You work so hard. The fact that you're part of this community, deciding every single day that you want to create a better life for yourself, is honestly such an admirable thing to do. You believe in a better future for yourself, you believe you're worthy of great things. You claim ownership of the desires that are rightfully yours. And yes, they're already yours right now. They will always be yours, they've always been yours.

You just need to let go of control and align yourself with your desires, embody that state of abundance bravely and fully.

You need to stop fighting this war with yourself. Find peace within. Tap into that source of unconditional love for yourself, because that's when you realise the Universe is like a sugar daddy (lmao). Opportunities will come falling from the sky, you will meet the right people, you will align with all the riches in the world because you know that's what you deserve. You are aligned with what your soul yearns for. That's why these manifestation gurus with high self concepts live their dream lives. They believe fully and wholly that this is what's meant for them, that this is what they deserve.

And while you can absolutely manifest everything that your heart desires while experiencing resistance, you're just making yourself suffer very unnecessarily and you don't deserve this. :( It doesn't have to be this way!!

Now, how can we heal our relationship with resistance?

There's lots of reasons why people feel resistance, and I implore you to sit with yours. Think about it: why are you so afraid? Do you not feel ready? Do you feel like you're going to mess up? Are you scared of what will happen when you do succeed? Think about it. If you don't feel ready to experience your desires, they will show up delayed in your 3D. And every day that you wait for your desires to show up, you get more and more insecure and lose hope. This is a cycle that needs to be broken. You need to make peace with the idea that you already have what you want. It's through this peace that it will come to you effortlessly and instantly.

Identify limiting beliefs and take a hard look at your self concept. You can do this through journaling or just talking to yourself out loud when no one is around lmao. I wouldn't just think about it, because when you think too hard your brain often gets too scattered and chaotic and suddenly you're spiraling into an anxiety attack and a dark pit of self hatred. Saying things out loud (or writing them down), helps you organise your thoughts and be more concise.

Ideally you're sitting with yourself right now and you have a lot of realisations about your fears and what's holding you back from living fearlessly. Now I want you to have COMPASSION with yourself. Don't be so hard on yourself for having resistance, again: it's your brain trying to protect you from all that feels unfamiliar and dangerous. Thank yourself for all that you did in the past to keep yourself alive. But you don't need to keep yourself small anymore. You don't need to hide from your desires. You're safe, secure, and confident. You allow yourself to be seen and take up space, you allow yourself to CLAIM what you rightfully deserve.

Trust yourself and be brave. You got this, you can do this. Don't let your fears keep you small and limiting.

In the past I would really beat myself up for having such a bad self concept. But you cannot hate your way into loving yourself... You need to be gentle and kind and understanding. You need to fall in love with yourself. When I realised how mean I've been to myself all these years, how I've been my own worst enemy because of my limiting beliefs and insecurities... I just cried because I realised I didn't deserve any of this bullying from myself. I looked inwards and realised I still identified with a scared little girl because I felt so incompetent. All I craved was acceptance and love from myself. So I sat with my demons and looked them in the eye, held their hand and hugged them. I thanked them for protecting me and that I'm the one who will protect them from now on by shining brightly. By living my dream life.

Currently I identify with my dream version of myself: I am her, she is me. And this is powerful. I'm in a state of pure love and peace, I stopped fighting this war with myself and embraced myself fully. And guess what? All my manifestations are popping up in the 3D, one by one! I know what I'm worthy of and I manifest from a place of peace and confidence.

Again, you don't have to be in this state to manifest successfully, that's a limiting belief. You can manifest in any type of state, I did this before too. I was just so tired and insecure, I nearly burnt myself out trying to manifest because I was spending so much energy trying to convince myself I'm worthy of good things. Whenever I got a manifestation, I would fall into the habit of self sabotage and self doubt. And I realised this isn't okay.

I want you to be kinder towards yourself and give yourself some grace. You're a divine being in a human body. Some people carry this whole bag of trauma with them and aren't able to just decide that it doesn't exist or never happened. It feels too hard for them, too overwhelming because they've been carrying this demon on their shoulders for most of their lives. For some people their pain and insecurities are hidden in dark corners of their brain and they try to sneak up on them in very unexpected ways, completely derailing them when they thought they were doing fine. If you struggle with this, I hope you know that you CAN heal from all you've been through. You CAN have a divine connection with yourself. You CAN have all your desires instantly. You just need to choose yourself. Step into your power and surrender. Know it's yours and love yourself enough that you don't feel like you constantly have to prove to yourself that you deserve an easy and abundant life.

I hope this post resonated with those who needed to see it. I send you so much love and my inbox is always open for any questions or concerns! ♡

Yours unconditionally,

Junie.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Pretend Date

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: slight reader insecurity

Summary: Peter likes MJ. You really like Peter. When Peter asks you to pretend to be his date to a party to make MJ jealous, at first you're hesitant. You end up giving in and agreeing. After all, how bad could it really be?

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I should’ve known something was up the second Peter Parker sat down next to me at lunch, his face scrunched in the same way it did whenever he was overthinking—eyebrows furrowed, lips pressed together, and one of his hands fidgeting with the sleeve of his sweater. He looked nervous, which wasn’t uncommon. Peter was always nervous.

But Peter was nervous around me, which wasn’t normal.

"Hey, uh, can I ask you something?" he said, pushing his food around his tray. His brown eyes flickered up to meet mine, then darted away just as fast.

I swallowed my bite of sandwich. "That depends. Is it about physics? Because if so, I’d like to remind you that I barely passed the last test, and I am not the study partner you want."

His lips quirked up for a second before he shook his head. "No, it’s, um, something else. It’s kind of a favor?"

Peter Parker, my best friend, the boy I had been quietly in love with since freshman year, was asking me for a favor. That was dangerous. Because if he asked me for anything—literally anything—I would probably do it, no questions asked.

"Okay…" I said slowly, setting my food down and shifting to face him fully. "What’s up?"

His fingers drummed against the table, and I could practically hear his heartbeat speeding up. Finally, he sucked in a sharp breath and blurted out, "Would you be my date to Flash’s party?"

I blinked. "Your what now?"

"My, uh—my date. To Flash’s party. This weekend. As in, like, we go together. You and me." His words tumbled over each other like he was trying to outrun his own embarrassment.

My brain short-circuited. I had spent so many years pining after this boy, replaying every moment he smiled at me, convincing myself that was all it would ever be. And now he wanted to go to a party together? As a couple?

It was too good to be true.

And, as always, it was.

"Peter," I said carefully, already feeling my stomach twist in warning. "Why?"

His head snapped up, eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. "What—why? I mean—why not?"

I sighed. "Peter."

He groaned, running a hand through his already-messy curls. "Okay, okay. Look, it’s—it’s stupid, okay? But MJ’s going."

There it was. The punch to the gut.

MJ.

I forced my face to stay neutral, even as my heart dropped into my stomach.

"You want to make MJ jealous," I said flatly.

"No!" he said quickly, then winced. "Well, maybe? I don’t know. I just—she and Brad are kinda, y’know, a thing now, and I—look, I just need her to see me as… something else. Like, maybe if she sees me with you, she’ll—I don’t know. Notice me?"

Ouch.

I let out a short, humorless laugh, glancing down at my hands. My nails were chipped, and I had bitten them too much again.

"Peter," I started, my voice quieter now. "You don’t have to prove anything to MJ."

"I know," he groaned, slumping forward against the table. "But—ugh, I’m such an idiot."

Yes, he was. But not for the reason he thought.

Because he was blind.

Blind to the way I looked at him. Blind to the way my heart ached every time he talked about MJ like she was the sun and stars, when I would’ve set the whole galaxy on fire just to make him smile.

I wasn’t MJ. I wasn’t small or effortlessly cool or mysterious. I was… just me. Too much in some ways, never enough in others.

And yet, as I stared at Peter, his face full of hope—hope that I could give him something—I caved.

Because I always would.

"Okay," I said finally.

He perked up. "Wait—really?"

I smiled, even though it hurt. "Yeah. Let’s go be disgustingly in love at Flash’s party."

Peter beamed. "You’re the best."

Right.

The best.

But never enough.

It turned out that playing Peter Parker’s fake girlfriend was harder than I thought.

First of all, I wasn’t exactly comfortable at parties. Flash’s house was massive, filled with way too many people, all of them effortlessly cool in a way that made my insecurities bubble up like a shaken soda.

Second, pretending to be Peter’s girlfriend was… dangerous.

Because Peter, being the absolute menace that he was, was really committing to the act.

His arm stayed wrapped around my waist. He whispered jokes in my ear that made me laugh so hard I had to lean into him. And every time we locked eyes, I swore my heart tried to escape my ribcage.

To everyone else, it must’ve looked so real.

To me, it was torture.

"Hey," Peter murmured, tugging me a little closer as we stood in the kitchen. "You doing okay?"

I nodded, even though the lump in my throat begged to differ. "Yeah, just… parties aren’t really my thing."

He smiled, eyes soft. "Yeah, same."

Liar. He wasn’t miserable. He had a goal.

I could feel it, the moment MJ and Brad walked into the room.

Peter tensed. His fingers twitched against my waist.

And then, before I could react, his hand slid up to cup my face—gently, carefully, like I was something fragile.

"Pete—"

He kissed me.

It wasn’t long. It wasn’t dramatic.

But it broke me.

Because it was soft and warm, and his lips pressed against mine like he meant it. And for those few, fleeting seconds, I let myself believe it was real.

The moment Peter pulled away, I knew I was in trouble.

Because I wasn’t breathing.

I couldn’t breathe.

His lips were gone, but the ghost of his touch lingered, the warmth of his palm still cupping my cheek like I was something precious. Like I was his.

But I wasn’t.

Because the moment his eyes flicked over to MJ—just a quick glance, barely a second—I felt the floor beneath me crack.

Of course.

The kiss wasn’t for me.

It was for her.

And yet, despite the hurricane of emotions storming inside me, I still smiled like it was nothing. Like my heart wasn’t currently bleeding out on Flash’s ridiculously expensive marble floors.

I forced myself to speak, but my voice came out thin. "Did it work?"

Peter turned back to me, blinking like he’d forgotten I was there. "What?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat and jerked my head toward where MJ and Brad were standing by the counter. "Did it work? Is she looking?"

Peter hesitated, then glanced over again.

MJ’s expression was unreadable, her lips pursed as she sipped from her red solo cup. Brad was saying something to her, but she wasn’t listening. She was watching us.

Peter let out a breath. "Yeah," he murmured, a strange sort of relief washing over his face. "I think so."

And that was my cue.

I stepped back, untangling myself from Peter’s grip. His arm, once snug around my waist, fell away like a rope being cut. The absence of his touch left a hollowness behind, and I hated myself for missing it.

"I need some air," I mumbled, already turning away before I could see his reaction.

I pushed through the crowd, weaving past drunk classmates and the pounding bass of some overplayed pop song. The front door was too far, so I ducked out onto the balcony instead.

The night air was cold against my overheated skin, but I welcomed it. It was better than the suffocating weight of pretending.

I leaned against the railing, gripping the cool metal with both hands as I tried to steady my breathing.

I was so stupid.

Of course Peter didn’t mean it. Of course it wasn’t real.

I was just a stand-in. A prop in his mission to win over MJ.

And the worst part?

I let him do it.

I let myself hope.

The sound of the door creaking open behind me made me tense.

Then—

"Hey."

Peter.

Of course.

I clenched my jaw, schooling my expression before turning to face him. "Hey."

He hesitated in the doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. His hair was messier than usual, like he’d run his fingers through it one too many times.

"You okay?" he asked.

I forced a laugh. "Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?"

Peter stepped closer, his brows knitting together. "I don’t know. You just… ran out of there pretty fast."

I shrugged, looking away. "Just needed some air."

A beat of silence. Then—

"Was it the kiss?"

My stomach dropped.

I looked at him sharply, my heart thudding in my ears. "What?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting on his feet. "I mean, I—I didn’t think it would freak you out or anything, but if it did—"

"Freak me out?" I repeated, a bitter laugh bubbling up before I could stop it. "No, Peter, it didn’t freak me out. I just—" I exhaled sharply, running a hand over my face. "God, you really don’t get it, do you?"

Peter blinked. "Get what?"

My hands curled into fists at my sides. The words were clawing up my throat, demanding to be said, but if I let them out—if I told him—then everything would change.

And I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.

But wasn’t I already suffering?

Wasn’t I already breaking my own heart every time I watched him look at MJ like she was the only girl in the world?

At least this way, it would be over.

I inhaled deeply, steeling myself.

"Peter," I said, my voice quieter now. "You better than anyone should know what it feels like to be in love with someone who doesn't feel the same."

His lips parted slightly, confusion flickering across his face. "What—"

"What you're going through with MJ, I'm going through with you!"

The air between us went still.

Peter’s face slackened, his brown eyes searching mine. "What?"

My heart was hammering. My fingers dug into the railing, my breath unsteady.

"I like you, Peter," I said, the confession cracking in my chest like thunder. "I have for years. And you—you kissed me, and for a second, I let myself believe that maybe—maybe it meant something. But it didn’t, did it?" I swallowed, my throat burning. "It was just for her."

Peter’s eyes widened. "No—"

"It’s fine," I cut in, forcing a tight smile even as my vision blurred. "Really. I knew what this was. I just—I guess I didn’t realize how much it would hurt." Panic rises in my chest. I just messed this up. What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore? " We just need to forget about this. I'm sorry for making this so fucking awkward. We-we can just pretend this didn't happen, alright? You go back to liking MJ and I'll be the supportive friend." I try to patch the situation.

Peter was staring at me, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

I push myself away from the railing. "I should go."

I turned toward the door, but before I could take a single step-

"Wait."

His hand caught mine.

I froze.

"Don’t," he said, his voice strained. "Please, just—don’t go. We need to talk about this."

I hesitated, my pulse pounding beneath his fingertips. Slowly, I turned back to him.

Peter’s expression was wrecked. His eyes were wide and desperate, his grip on my hand tightening.

"I’m an idiot," he breathed, shaking his head. "God, I’m an idiot."

I frowned. "Peter—"

"I didn’t kiss you for MJ."

The words knocked the breath from my lungs. "What?"

Peter’s fingers curled around mine, like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. His eyes were so earnest, so real, and I was terrified.

"I kissed you because I wanted to," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because I—God, I don’t even know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, it stopped being about MJ. It stopped being about anyone else." He exhaled shakily, squeezing my hand. "It’s just you."

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

"You," Peter repeated, softer now. "It’s always been you."

My heart stuttered.

Then, before I could second-guess it—before I could run—I surged forward, crashing my lips into his.

And this time, it was real.

[nyan-bynary]

I'm gonna have to wait out a few weeks to be able to complain about jjk's ending bc rn half the ppl are bashing everyone who expected more as ppl who just wanted gojo back

[soap-is-an-artist]

Hooray... it's 7 in the morning and I stayed up all night listening to the imperium... I feel so happy and satisfied with my life choices...

I am feeling very much not cowabunga, dude

[SEVERE rambling in tags]

[giallos]

a truly terrible idea has latched hold of my gremlin brain which is, buck and tommy do break up so that buck can pursue eddie because either tommy thinks buck is in love with eddie or buck feels like he should be with eddie because everyone else keeps suggesting there's something more there BUT buck/eddie getting together changes their dynamic so much that neither of them are enjoying themselves (and they're worrying about losing what made their friendship so special because of all the changes to the dynamic) AND buck and tommy keep hooking up [air quotes] platonically (with tommy stumbling into inconvenient feelings and pining pathetically for buck while fucking him) while buck struggles to sort out intense feelings toward eddie (which obviously have to be romantic of course) vs. his calm, more settled feelings toward tommy (they're not as intense as his feelings about eddie so they can't possibly be romantic) blah blah long story slightly less long but buck realizes he's been in love with tommy the whole time and was having trouble separating strong but platonic feelings for eddie from his romantic feelings toward tommy and then tommy's like "newsflash asshole i've been in love with you the whole goddamn time"

i'll never write it because it's irredeemably stupid and i value my peace but it IS sitting in my hindbrain tormenting me right now

[loveshard]

stephen blinked, caught completely off guard by skylar's words, though he really shouldn't have been. of course, she would bring up the library. why should he expect anything different? he couldn't escape it, even if she hexed him right then and there. it just wasn't how he'd expected the conversation to begin. feeling foolish and trapped, he took a breath, trying to steady himself. "i wouldn't blame you if you did—if you were mad enough to," he finally managed to say, "i deserve it, really." in a way, he thought, it would have made them even. after all that had happened, both of them had reasons to be angry; it would be a simple way to level the playing field. the idea of her hexing him flitted across his mind, tempting and almost humorous. if she were to make him bald in retaliation, at least it would be an immediate, tangible consequence—an easy resolution that could sidestep the messy, complicated details of the past week.

the student held his head high, brows furrowed together; ready to face the music, once and for all. "i wasn't a very good friend to you. there isn't anything you need to apologize about," stephen continued, shaking his head as he stepped toward the bed. "i'm the one who should be sorry," he argued. he ran a hand through his damp hair, exposing more of his chest in the process, which was less bare than the last time she'd probably seen it. his once gangly frame now carried more definition—lean muscle stretched beneath golden skin, his chest dusted with faint strands of hair that hadn't been there before. it was a far cry from the boy she used to tease mercilessly in the back of wizard wheezes. while not entirely vain about his appearance, he was much more confident in showing himself off.

knowing skylar like the back of his hand, she wasn't going to let this go. that wasn't who she was. he had to keep talking, to explain himself, but the weight of her stare was making it difficult to form coherent thoughts." sky, i—i never wanted to make you feel weird," he stated, his voice soft. his pulse quickened again, but it wasn't just nervousness. it was something else that made his chest tighten. "and by being weird, i've made things weird, and i hate it because you're my best friend, and i hate not talking to you." he paused, taking a shaky breath as he searched her face for any sign of how she was feeling. "i missed you," he blurted, the words spilling out before he could second-guess himself, "like, a lot."

skylar had figured stephen was avoiding her. it's why she's basically cornered him right then, making a last ditch effort to stop from this becoming serious. there were only so many times that he could've left their classes on time before she would've noticed something. but most of all? it just felt weird to not spend her hours after classes being with him. if she weren't at quidditch practice, she was usually with her best friend, so the absence of him was obvious and painful. some of their mutual friends noted it too, asking her where he'd been. it felt strange for her to reply with 'i don't know'.

even then, despite the elephant in the room, the easy banter between them felt like a breath of fresh air. for a split second, things seemed to be okay, that things were back to normal. but his lack of clothes reminded her once again of the situation, because suddenly she wanted to stare too, wanted to rake her eyes over his chest just like he did on her lips. ( when did he get so lean? ) and then he mentioned being naked too which didn't help at all because the mental image of it had her face burning. "yeah! starkers! uh- yeah, that would've been . . ." she trailed off, her next words almost a whisper, "bad."

"what?" sky's eyebrows raised, naked stephen thoughts flung to the side for now from confusion. "why would i hex you?" she looked up from her lap, back to his face, resisting the urge to look any lower than his neck, cheeks a deep scarlet, "i'm not here to hex you, what made you think that?" she balled her fists, heart picking up in pace, breath growing short. well, might as well be straight about it. "i'm here to apologize, for the other day? at the library?"

[wewontbesleeping]

officially on vacation (don't leave until wednesday, but no more work!) and i'm happy happy happy BUT it's also like. there is some stuff happening at work that i'm soooo nosy about and i don't want to have to wait until i come back to hear about it lmfao.

[katy-books]

My first conversation of the morning -

Mum - I've got bad news.

Me - Is the world over?

Mum - Yeah, pretty much.

Me - We're all going to die.

I wasn't kidding. You guys could have made history with the first female president (who has a long political career and knows how things work - like her of hate her you can't deny she'd be competent) - instead you go for a guy who loves Putin and once blackmailed Zelensky in order to try and gain an advantage over a political opponent - REALLY!? What the fuck America!? (Obviously that doesn't count for everyone who voted Harris)

I'm going to start considering becoming a prepper and anyone who voted Trump can go fuck themselves 😡

*edit*

Could have sworn I posted this around 10am but it's fine to out now - I'm no longer yelling but my sentiments are exactly the same - I've felt a little dizzy all day - this is honestly terrifying

For the record - I don't care if you don't like Harris - neither do I - it's not about whether you like her - it's about how she's not very likely to cause WW3 compared to the guy who thinks bombs are cool (like a fucking 6 year old)