flinch
summary: you flinch during a fight with eddie
pairing: eddie x female!reader
cw: angst w a fluffy ending, thoughts of abuse
word count: 1.5k words
a/n: wrote this v quickly so it’s not really proofread or anything. i could’ve done it better but i’ve been soo busy :/ might rewrite later
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you were in eddie's trailer, wayne had just left for work 10 minutes ago, and already you were in some silly little fight with eddie which you didn't expect to escalate how it did
"it's just sometimes guitar players think they're better than everyone else" you stated and eddie rolled his eyes, taking it as a personal jab to his skills
"okay but they almost make the band" he responded from the kitchen, hearing the clank of dishes as the water ran from the faucet
"okay but most of the time they are just assholes who just care about the sex, drugs, and rock n roll life style" you shrugged
"so you think i'm an asshole?" he responded back with a sharp tone and you shook your head
"no i'm talking about the people like mick mars who are so doped up and sleep with hundreds of women and just act like a douchebag" you said with a matter of fact tone
"well it kinda sounds like you're implying that i'm going to turn out like them" he snapped, turning off the water and drying his hands
"no! god no, i'm not saying that! i'm saying once in the spotlight, most people turn into assholes like that" you said, trying your best to stay calm
"so once my band makes it big, you're what- just gonna leave since you think it'll happen to me?" he questioned, turning the corner to meet you in the living room
"of course not! why would you say something like that?" you asked with a louder tone
"well it sounds like that's what you're expecting!" he said, starting to shout
"im not expecting it to happen!" you said, your voice growing to match his
"yeah well i'm pretty sure those 'friends' of yours think it will, they already think i'm in a satanic cult about to sacrifice you" he told you with a sarcastic growl, grabbing some extra dishes he found on the small table to put in the sink
"what the fuck is that about" you asked confused, remembering the party in which you two had met up with a couple of your girl friends but failed to recall them talking about that certain subject
"yeah you didn't hear what they said? we were at that party at steve's house the other night, and they started talking about how i'm some trailer trash wannabe rockstar" he angrily said, flipping on the water to keep working on the leftover dishes from the previous night
"okay first off, i never heard them say anything like that! second, why were you even hanging out with my friends if i wasn't there?" you rebutted, questioning him
"because i was trying to be a caring boyfriend and find you since robin said you looked a little too drunk and i didn't want you to hurt yourself" he snapped back
the volume of the argument kept escalating, which brought knots to your stomach. you hadn't really had fights with eddie and now that you're in one, you badly wanted to go back to how it was
"well i'm sorry i was trying to enjoy myself at the party but also i have never heard them say anything like that before in my life" you told him, starting to pace around, not knowing what else to do
"oh great and now you're defending them, what- do you agree with them?" he asked as you started to pick up empty cans and put them in the bin
"i do not agree with anything they said! but i've known those girls for a good few years now and i know they wouldn't say that about anyone" you tried and he laughed, putting his head down
"you are unbelievable!" he screamed and that's when you didn't care if you started yelling, the anger bubbling up inside you
"oh really so you want to talk about what friends have said about us? okay, well remember that time we were at the hideout and your friend hank said that he liked your other girlfriend before me better and was annoyed that you're whipped for some girl who was less pretty than she was!" you screamed, tears pricking in your eyes
you remembered that moment all too well when hank mentioned how much prettier eddie's ex girlfriend was, and your heart sank but you laughed it off, coming up with some smart comeback to brush off the pieces of your shattered confidence
"that was a joke! you even laughed!" eddie rebutted, slamming a cabinet door shut. you flinched at the loudness of it but he didn't see with his back turned to you
"i only laughed because i was uncomfortable! i didn't know what else to do!" you said, wiping away a tear that fell down your cheek
eddie angrily stomped out of the kitchen to his room and you followed, blinking away tears
"and i also don't exactly remember you defending me and telling him off!" you screamed and he turned to look at you
"because i didn't know you were uncomfortable!" he screamed back, looking around his desk for something
"well you should know from common sense that anyone hearing that would not find it amusing!" your anger was consuming you as you watched eddie throw a shirt from his desk to his bed
"well i guess i'm just not a very good boyfriend then!" he said throwing his arms up in the air
you stepped back, bringing your arms up in a defensive stance as your head turned, somehow expecting there to be an impact from his hand
eddie realized what happened as he stared at you with wide eyed and you slowly moved your head to look at him with your arms still up
you moved your arms down as eddie just stood there in shock, and you moved to wipe a couple more tears of frustration from your face
"y/n... did you think i was going to hit you?" he asked softly, a huge change in tone from what you previously were hearing, his stance deflating
you gulped put a small "no" not wanting him to think that you'd think he'd do such a thing. you knew he would never, but it was a natural reaction that you instantly regretted
"baby i..." he trailed off, taking a small step forward towards you. you didn't move back which he took as a good sign
"you know i would never ever do that to you, right?" he asked, taking another small step forward and putting a hand on your arm which was intertwined with your other arm, folded across your chest
"i know..." you muttered out, moving your head to look away from him, keeping your arms crossed
"can i please hold you?" he asked gently and you nodded, slowly moving your body into his open arms as he wrapped them around you, engulfing you into a giant bear hug
a few more tears fell down as he held you close to his body, and you leaned your head into his chest
"i'm so so sorry for yelling and getting mad, and i'm sorry i didn't defend you when hank said that bullshit, i love you so so so much" he spoke softly, his hand coming up and gently placing it on the back of your head
“and i want you to know that i promise you i would never hit you or do anything of the sort, i’m so sorry you thought that” he said with a shaky voice
"i'm sorry too," you started to apologize, feeling guilt run through your veins from not defending him earlier, and for reacting the way you did
"i didn't realize they said those things, and i know for a fact you aren't going to end up like mick mars or nikki sixx or any of those drug abusing rockstars, well maybe only with the level of rock n roll fame part, not the drugs" you joked with a sniffle
"and what about the sex?" he said with a chuckle, and you moved your body to face him, wrapping his arms around his waist and you moved your eyebrows up in a surprising way, pushing your head back in slight confusion
"you know, sex, drugs, rock n roll- they're a package deal... and obviously there's gonna be no drugs- well okay maybe weed, then a huge amount of rock n roll fame... what about the sex?" he joked making you smile with a small giggle
"well maybe, only if you'll still love and want me when you're big and famous" you told him with a small laugh, a smile growing on his face
"oh baby i will always love you and want you for the rest of my days" he said sweetly before leaning in and giving you a small kiss
when he pulled away he looked into your eyes, a hand moving to the back of your neck
"then show me how much you mean it," you said with a small smirk as he pulled you in for another kiss
he leaned in, kissing you passionately, his tongue fighting with yours as you moved you hands to slightly scratch down his back
"i- love- you" he said between breaths as he continued to kiss you, and you knew he really meant it
fin.
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So I know it's been a while since I posted any updates, but SO much has happened since my last one of these!!
[The following was never actually posted and exists only as a draft on Respite's socials]
I think last time I wrote one of these I was about to go on that stupid mission to find a doll- which we did find, btw, but things got kind of crazy so we had to bail before we could take the doll. idt I can rlly say much more about the whole thing. Teachers kept talking about "discretion" and "privacy," which is, like, why I haven't posted about it till now.
But idk, Mire's back now, so maybe it's fine if I explain everything? A few of my friends chickened out but the rest of us tried to sneak into a faculty building to retrieve a doll as part of a hazing thing. After nearly getting killed by some dope magical items in the attic, we were supposed to just take the doll and gtfo, but there was some other cool stuff we wanted to look at and...idk, I guess Mire just got curious and picked up a really dangerous item. Then they disappeared for what we thought was gonna be forever, so we figured we should probably get help. I'm still, like, pretty new to advanced magic shit so wtf else was I supposed to do, y’know??
We got suspended for a month with like a ton of community service on top, too. Which I guess is, like, fair but also seems a little rude to do to someone who just watched their friend get imprisoned on another plane but w/e. I guess it doesn't fucking matter anyways!!! Because we literally just started up our classes again and just found Mire chilling in the swamp like 30 min outside the main campus. Like, wtf.
They're acting so weird and it's freaking me out. Like it's some kind of selective amnesia? They remember Thad, and the school, but none of us. Which would be fine on its own but there's like a bunch of inconsistencies and everyone around me is just acting like it's a great thing they're back?? The professors didn't even seem that weirded out!! I mean I guess it's their job to stay calm but Willow is pushing so hard for things to go back to normal, and Mettie seems too out of his mind to have a clear grasp on what's happening, Nora kept trying to be all "everyone chill out," and Thad just keeps saying they know what's up but won't explain anything, so the only person I can agree with rn is Sersh and that's weird!!!
I don't want to seem crazy, but it feels weird to just accept it as-is. Ofc I wanted to get Mire back, but idek if this is the same Mire we used to know! Uggghhhhhh
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Drabble/one shot #1: father's day
Today was that wretched day, the day MT hated the most...
June 18th; father's day.
The rest of the gang (that MT now lived with...for some reason) didn't have parents, so they celebrated with their creator.
Hell, even purple celebrated with Alan even thought MT knew for a fact they had a father.
And alan was so nice too, drawing things with them, playing different games, baking, cooking and all around just being involved in the other sticks lives!
It made MT so angry...so very unreasonably angry.
He knew this anger wasn't rooted in spite, but rather it was rooted, and very much so, in jealousy.
It just felt so unfair, how come their creator was so benevolent? It was like they were an actual father to them...
And he got shoved with the sadistic asshole.
For the past few years, every fathers day he'd leave the house with his favorite bottle of scotch and a bottle of painkillers and just...roam for the next few days.
He couldn't stand being around while everyone else was being all loving to their creator and their creator was being all loving back...it made him feel sick!
And that jealousy would linger, for every single day until the next time he got so drunk and doped on painkillers that he couldn't even see straight...and even then, it seemed to make everything worse these days.
No one knew what he was doing, or why he was doing it and MT was completely fine with that. In fact, he preferred it that way since they already looked down on him. He didn't want to imagine how bad it'd be if they ever found out.
They'd laugh at me...call me a coward...I'd never hear the end of it...
He knew for a fact that this wasn't good for him, but he learned his lesson from last time.
He'd rather let it boil over than ever confide in someone again.
In the other room, the others had finished dessert after a long day of festivities with the hollow-headed purple stick.
"Thank you so much for doing all this with us alan!" Second smiled at alan, who returned the gesture.
"Absolutely, I loved it as much as you guys did!" He said looking at all of them
"You're the best alan, happy Father's day!" Red blurted out
"Thank you guys, really thank you...I also wanted to say, welcome to the family purple. They told me alot about you and I'm happy to have you with us!" Purple felt ecstatic but simply smiled at alan
"Thank you sir, I'm really happy to be here!"
Green had just finished his cake before alan scanned the room, confused.
"Something wrong?" Blue asked through chews
"Yeah....where's that tall guy, I don't think I ever really introduced myself."
"Eh, don't worry about him. He has this ritual he does every fathers day and usually doesn't come back till near the end of the week." Green said as he shook his head
"Yeah...heh I think we've all came up with little theories for what he's doing...I think his dad died when he was little and he's visiting his grave really far away" blue mused
"I remember thinking he was holding like, a vigil or something cuz his parents were religious." Red chuckled
"I think he just hates fun and celebrations" green shrugged
"I agree with green" second interjected
They had all failed to notice purple fidget in their seat.
As second finished that, they heard the distant sound of the front door closing, signing that MT had just left.
Then second had an idea. A dumb one, sure, but maybe it'll help them get to know MT better...
"Gonna go after him, I'll be back" second said as he grabbed his jacket from the hanger.
"But why?" Red yelled after him
"Well if his parents mean that much to him, I'd at least like to know their names...maybe he'll introduce us one day!" The ever naive second got his shoes on and went out the door.
He made his way through the living room and out the door, finding out that it wasn't difficult to spot the talker stick walking among the trees.
"If he grew a little more and held still, he could probably blend in with the trees" he snickered at the thought.
He trailed behind, managing to stay out of sight when he accidentally made too much noise causing MT to turn around.
They continued for quite some time, until the former king stopped at a Cliffside overlooking a large body of water.
He sat down and let his legs dangle over the edge, managing to feel some semblance of peace in the moment.
He took his precious little bottle out of his pocket and popped 3 small pills in his hand before making use of the other bottle he had sitting next to him.
He sat there, just overlooking the water as the alcohol and pills began to take effect.
As much as he didn't want to, he thought about...everything.
Even though he was always taught to never think, even though it always hurt to think.
He wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything to express how he felt! But he just couldn't.
He ran out if tears years ago, and his voice had left him even longer ago leaving him cold.
That was it, thats how he'd felt for years and years: cold.
Not even numb, just always cold...
Ironic, isn't it?
There was that little voice again.
Don't bother feeling sorry for yourself. After all, you know that good things don't happen to bad people.
"I know..." he mumbled out loud
I mean, you DID leave Rooney to die. And you DID stab your only friend in the back...
"I know..." he mumbled louder
Why do you even bother? It's plain to see none of them belive you can change. They're right and you know it!
"Please stop..."
Why should I? This is what you get. You couldn't so much as make a successful comeback as a fighter, and that's the only thing you're even good at!
"..."
Thats it...suffer quietly. No one needs to know, no one wants to know.
"No one needs to know..." he slurred out in repetition.
Maybe we should jump, huh? Put yourself out of everyone's misery?
The idea did seem tempting, but there was one problem.
"I'd just respawn." He slurred quietly.
Making excuses are we?!
"There'd be no point, and everyone would know what happened..."
Hmm...what's your proposition then..?
"Stick it out for another couple months and see what happens" he whispered
Pathetic...you can't even commit to something this easy. You're hopeless.
"I know..." he whispered
It all went quiet, nothing but the sound of water hitting sand and the trees rustling with the wind. He somewhat enjoyed the quiet.
Only because another part wanted nothing but the worst for himself, for everything he's done.
"Ahem" second fake-cleared his throat
MT ignored this, thinking It was his head playing tricks on him again.
"Hey mango...what uh...what are you doing Here" second put a hand on his shoulder
MT jumped at the sound and contact and whipped his head around.
"The hell're YOU doin' here!?" He slurred out
"Just wanted to...holy shit are you drunk?" Second reached a hand out to MTs face but he slapped it away harshly.
"None'a yer business, and don't follow me anymore!" He locked his half lidded eyes with seconds.
"You should come back with us, alan wants to meet yo-"
"Fuck you an' fuck 'im too. Don't wanna meet that asshole!" He turned away from second and looked back at the water.
Second nearly stuttered at that, he couldn't belive what he was hearing!
"What the hell is your problem?! I get that you're still pissed at us, but what'd alan do?!" Second yelled as his temper flared.
Normally, second of all people yelling would scare anyone as he was notoriously difficult to anger.
But MT was nothing if not fearless, he turned to second, unfazed by his outburst.
"Cuz you fuckers got somethin' I never had."
"What are you talking about..." second said through clenched teeth
"You gotta creator who loves you like'is own kids. I see it everytime he looks at any'a you, nothin' but love and adoration."
"But why would that ev-"
"Which is why, second, it boggles my FUCKIN' MIND whenever I hear you or red or green bitchin' about 'im-"
The alcohol and pills had loosened his tongue and now there was no stopping what was about to come out.
"Cuz id give anything, ANYTHING, for my owner to even look my direction with ANY kind of love or affection..."
Second was rendered speechless by what he was hearing, and could just stare wide eyed at MT as he practically foamed at the mouth ranting.
"That jackass does all these nice things for you guys, he helps you, loves you, does things with you and gives you all these nice gifts for your guys' birthdays...and the only thing mine ever gave me was a beating!"
Second stared at MT firey gaze, before he turned back towards the water and rubbed at his eyes.
"Mango i...I'm so sorry I nev-"
"Don't be kid, just leave me alone alright?" He said in the most dejected voice second had ever heard.
As he turned to leave, he felt a hand grab his arm.
He turned around and was met with MTs towering figure.
"Don't tell anyone what you just heard kid...please. matter of fact I want you to forget you heard anything."
"Uh..okay..." MT let seconds hand go and he started walking back to their house.
What the hell...asking me to forget something like that?!
He couldn't get the thought out of his mind the entire walk back.
Why am I just now hearing about this?
He finally arrived at the door and opened it, as he came to the living room yellow couldn't help but notice seconds distressed mannerisms.
"Hey, what happened?" She asked
"I uh...nothing. just came across a ton of mobs hehe." He feigned a smile
Yellow, being as smart as she was, couldn't read people to save her life and took this at face face value
"Hm, okay. Alan and the others are waiting for you in the kitchen!" She smiled and beckoned him over.
"Hey sec!" Green said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.
'That was quick. So how'd it go?" Green asked.
Oh no...I didn't think this through!
He had to come up with something, and fast.
"I...I l-lost track of him" he said and shrugged his shoulders as nonchalantly as he could.
"Ah well, maybe next year. Hey maybe we can get the drop on him and scare him!" Green face lit up.
"Green, cmon man. that's just mean." blue shook their head
"Who cares, this is mango we're talking about. The "Great king orange."" He said puffing his chest out with fake bravado.
"Alright, let's just finish up what we're doing, I'm getting tired." Purple got I between the two and there was no mistaking the look they gave second.
The whole rest of the time, second noticed purple sneaking glances at him and was confused.
Until they went to bed and he heard a knock on his door.
"Come in." He said
Purple entered and shut the door behind them, turning to second.
"So how'd it really go...?" They asked, nervously fidgeting.
He didn't know whether to spill to purple or not.
They've known eachother for a long time, you can trust them
"Promise me you won't tell anyone." Second said
"Of course" purple smiled.
Once second was done explaining what MT told him, purple held the same expression he did upon first hearing it.
"You must've caught him at the perfect time, I never was able to get anything out of him. He always managed to pick his words just perfectly." Purple finally said
"You knew?' Second asked, dumbfounded
"No, but I've had my suspicions for a long time. Sometimes he'd wake up screaming, or he'd turn to me very quickly when I'd open a door, or if he was spacing out and I approached him too briskly he'd flinch ever so slightly."
"What do we do?" Second asked, conflicted about the whole thing.
"I don't know..he just..." Second froze up once purples voice broke a bit.
"He just doesn't take any help, I don't know why or what to do about it. I know from experience that whatever happened to him isn't something that just goes away. It definitely isn't something you tackle on your own." Purple did their best to not let tears fall.
"I try to help him, or get him to get help bit he just doesn't listen...it's like he wants this!" Purple put their hands over their eyes.
Second took them in a hug, trying to comfort them.
"I don't know...but we'll figure something out. We were able to help you, we'll find a way to help him too."
Purple began to calm down, wiping their eyes, they looked at second.
"Thank you orange, and you're right: we'll figure something out. It'll be difficult, he's not one to take help from others but u think we can do it."
As purple turned to leave, second gained their attention.
"Remeber, do-"
"I know, I won't tell anyone." Purple reassured them.
They both went to sleep that night, once MT came back a few days later, they all silently agreed to never talk about it. At least not with MT around.
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So I did make good on my promise to make a drabble and I will probably make more.
I wanted to experiment a little more and will continue to do so using future drabbles as test dummies.
This is loosely based on the "Canon" of this au but was more based off of a quote from Charles "sonny" liston that popped in my head.
"The only thing my old man ever gave me was a beating"
I would also like to start taking requests to really branch out and improve as a writer, so if you have any requests feel free to send as an ask. It can be about the au or otherwise.
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„Dope! I’ll send you a friend request later when I have wifi at the hospital.” Macau never had any problems making friends among his peers. He was popular at school and on his soccer team, but none of his friends knew about his family’s business. Everyone had always thought it wise to keep that a low profile, so his friendships rarely went deeper than surface level. He never had a best friend besides his brother. Vegas had been his role model ever since he’d been a toddler. Not so much because of the things he had to do for their father but because in Macau’s eyes Vegas was effortlessly cool and excellent at everything.
“I was going nuts. I came home from a friend’s house to find two of uncle Korn’s bodyguards packing my bags and telling me I had to come here with them. No one even told me why or what happened. And then they brought me to uncle’s office and said that Pa was dead and Vegas at the hospital and that I had to stay here now!” Hands balled into fists at his side. Those moments had been the worst in the boy’s life. He hated the uncertainty and he would never forgive his uncle for not allowing him to go to his brother immediately. No, they had practically imprisoned him in his room for three days until Pete brought him to Vegas. And then they had made a big farce of Pa’s funeral where he had to play the grieving son, while his killers stood around speaking their condolences. But Porchay’s offer put a smile back on his face and lightened the grim expression. “Pete usually brings food to the hospital. But thanks for the offer.”
“You’ll get used to nobody telling nothing!” He replied half joke, half serious. No one had ever told Macau what really went on around him. He had to make his own assumptions about the way everyone was behaving. By the number of bodyguards running around the compound. By the expression on his father’s face and by the bruises on Vegas’. Over the years he’d become pretty good at assessing the state of relations between minor and major families. It had become important for his survival. “You’ll just lose sleep trying to figure everything out. Vegas never tells me details. It just means he cares and wants to protect me.” He shrugged. Then he wrapped an arm around Chay. “And meanwhile Macau Senpai is gonna teach you all his tricks on how to read the fuckers around here! My cousins are not as hard to figure out as they have you believe.” He winked.
"dope!" chay mimicked, excited to be able to finally have made a friend around his age in this place and yet he fell silent again. something about this place just kept intimidating him. he nodded along to the boys words. it's hard when you only have one family member left and that turns out to be your brother. although chay and porsche were quite different, it felt like to him that macau and vegas were a lot like them too, just that they grew up similarly while chay had the softer version of a childhood and visible love. maybe chay could sneak to the hospital, after all pete and his brother did get along well, and since he did already considered macau his friend it would only be nice to show up to macau's older brother wishing him well, right ?
" can you take me with you next time you visit your brother ? " at least if he'd agreed, he could get out of here for a while. and pete would be there too. he knew the fronts were not on quite good terms but it did have nothing to do with him and maybe macau would notice that chay only meant well with that. he noticed that trust had to be earned in this place no matter who you were so maybe that could be a starting point ? if that was even the right way to think of it? was it even necessary for him to do that just so he could have a friend in this dark place ? maybe not, but he was just a simple boy doing nice things for others. it was in his nature.
chay was taken a back for just a moment when the arm came to rest on his shoulders just to be surprised by the way of speech he heard. he guessed if you grew up like this, you were surrounded by such words and just threw them around easily like it's nothing. he grinned, knowing he'd be in good hands. " thank you, i'll be a good student senpai. " with that he just laughed, a bit of the stress taken from him, finally. it was a little relieve knowing he could laugh in this place too. " you think ? maybe i am just easy to fool.." chay spoke quietly, unsure what else to say.
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Incoming Text for Megan Thee Stallion:
Hey, Megan! It's me, Angelo.
Can I ask you a question? Please be honest, okay?
How much did you pay them to make sure your pictures pop on my feed every day? They won't stop posting your pictures, it's like every 24 hours, I see your pictures on my Tumblr feed, it's unbearable.
I swear, I refused to believe that you had a hand in this, I was like: "No, it can't be, this can't be Megan paying them to post pictures on my Tumblr feed, but then, it became clear to me that you were paying them to post pictures on my Tumblr feed, I was speechless, astonished."
Here's a Fun Fact about Halle Berry: "Did you know that Halle Berry does the same thing? I swear, she pays them to post pictures of her on my Tumblr feed, the other day I saw a picture of Halle Berry and Angelina Jolie, I knew it was her trying to get my attention, everyone knows that Halle Berry is my stalker, she won't leave me alone, she just loves my company, what am I gonna do? Nothing, I just let her get away with her stalkerish behavior"
I also never mention your name on my blog, this is the first time I'm talking about you, we are basically strangers, you and I, I never met Megan Thee Stallion before, never in my life, this is the first time ever that I'm talking to you.
Usually, I just ignore you and keep it movin', I don't know what to tell you, Megan, I don't listen to your music because you're from the new school, and I'm from the 90s hip-hop world and I'm sorry but the new generation I never listen to their music, I have nothing against you or your music, it just doesn't speak to me, I don't get it, all I see is ass and titties in your music videos and you are always showing your booty, I just change the channel.
I hope you forgive me, I'm not feeling your music that's all. I'm just from the 90s era of Gangstarr and Guru and dope Dj Premier beats, so you know wassup! This new generation gives me headaches when I listen to them, I just turn it off and move on with my life.
You should give a call to Dj Premier and ask him to make a classic Primo-beat for you and kick that hot shit for the real hip hop heads like me.
I respect you, Megan and I have no issues with you but you can't ask me to listen to your music, it's not deep enough, it's only ass and titties.
I love music that makes me think, you should call the rapper Nas from Queenbridge and ask him to teach you his storytelling techniques, you have to tell us stories that make your listeners think, don't just show us ass and titties, we have enough porn hub on the internet, so you know why I always avoid your music now.
Also, I think you are very hot, very beautiful because you made sure that I see your ass and titties on my Tumblr feed, so yeah! I think you're hot but I'm not gonna get in bed with you just because you're hot, you're born in 1995, I was watching Pulp Fiction in 1995, you see where I'm going with this? You're 29y/o, I will agree to have sex with you when you're 45y/o, many years later. You're too immature right now.
When you'll be 45y/o, we will laugh about this, it's funny.
I think you should call Halle Berry, and ask her to adopt you, I'm sure Halle Berry will be honored to adopt you and teach you her skills.
Halle will be the perfect guardian for you, she will make sure you're safe.
Halle is bi-sexual, so go have fun with her, she won't mind.
Also, if you need a good sex partner to break you off, call this kid, he will make sure you are satisfied, his name is Trevor Jackson:
here is his IG page link: https://www.instagram.com/trevorjackson5/
Fun Fact: "Trevor is one year younger than you, he is born in 1996."
This is the man you need in your life, a young man born in 1996 just like you, have fun with Trevor, he is a good kid, he's a righteous kid.
Okay, this chat was fun.
Love you, Megan! Have fun, big hug for you!
P.S.:
Here is how you popped on my Tumblr feed:
This is how you did it:
You called the many tumblr pages that I follow and you knew that I repost their blog posts a lot, so you knew how to find them and convince them to post pictures that would appear on my feed, to attract my attention.
You girls are so creative, it amazes me.
Did you know Qimmah Russo uses the same technique to appear on my Tumblr feed? I encourage you to call her and ask her, who is she sending this coded message on her IG page to?
Click play to listen, it's a Tupac voice, ask her and she'll tell you, it's for Angelo, Qimmah has a crush on me too.
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Script Writing
Lights up as JULIA and SAVANNAH finish their duet on stage
STAGE MANAGER. Take five everyone!
JULIA. (To Savannah) Wanna go fill up my water bottle with me?
SAVANNAH. Would love to.
(They both walk off the stage and start heading to the water fountain in the hallway. The STAGE MANAGERwhizzes past the two girls while on the phone)
STAGE MANAGER. It has to be there in under thirty days and if it doesn’t get there it’s really not my problem.
(The two girls look at each other with a slight grin)
SAVANNAH. (Whisper sings to JULIA) Dramaa!
(They giggle in unison as JULIA starts to fill up her water bottle)
JULIA. Y’know, our duet might be the best number in the whole show.
SAVANNAH. I agree. It’s such a powerful song. No one can even come close to us—except for maybe Jake’s solo at the end. He really has come a long way since the vomit incident. (She pretends to gag then starts to laugh as she catches JULIA’s eye)
JULIA. (Begins to laugh as well) Can you believe how embarrassing that must've been? Singing in front of the whole school just to end up blowing chunks on every soprano—he should just be glad I’m an alto.
SAVANNAH. (jokingly offended) Juls let’s not forget I was one of those sopranos!
JULIA. (jokingly apologetic) Oh shoot. Now I remember it correctly. You were directly in the splash zone, yikes...
(They both become hysterical as they start walking back into the auditorium. The STAGE MANAGER pushes past them in another rush while still on the phone)
STAGE MANAGER. I swear I will not be paying a return fee!
(Savannah rolls her eyes at Juls as they take a seat in the chairs)
SAVANNAH. Besides all this craziness, how has life been?
JULIA. Eh, it's okay. I mean, it would be better if I didn’t have to take stupid biology. I’m so nervous for the exam, like you don’t understand. (Dread starts to take over her body)
SAVANNAH. I definitely feel that but I’m sure you'll be fine. I wish we could just take choir every day and all day, Ms. Dorell is my girl.
JULIA. Yeah, it’s a dope class, it’s quite literally the only motivation I have to get through the week until Fridays.
SAVANNAH. For sure. By the way, they're gonna have to recruit someone else to throw the cast party, I am never throwing another party again because I did everything myself.
JULIA. (Immediately begins to plead with Savannah) C’mon Sav you have to throw it! You have one of the nicest houses in the whole district and I swear this time I’ll stay extra late to help with clean up. (Puppy dog eyes) Pretty please? For your duet bestie?
SAVANNAH. (Playfully rolls her eyes) I can't with you. (Realizing that JULIA won’t let up) Fine, but you're on bathroom duty and you have to get two freshmen to stay and clean too.
JULIA. (Extremely pleased) Deal. I appreciate you, queen.
(STAGE MANAGER as he’s walking onto the stage visibly flustered)
STAGE MANAGER. (To someone standing off stage) It’s not there anymore, it’s broken. What do you want me to do? (Turning to face everyone sitting in the chairs) Sorry about the extended break, as you can see nothing is going my way today like usual. We’re gonna run the show from the top. PLACES! (He runs off stage, prepared to take care of something else going wrong)
(as the two girls begin to stand up, SAVANNAH begins to stretch and yawn)
SAVANNAH. Welp, looks like I’ll see you in approximately four numbers.
JULIA. (Making her way towards the stage, visibly tired and unenthusiastic) Yay, can’t wait.
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The Curse by Etienne Paddy: Chapter Two
Later that week, I accompanied three of my friends to St. Stephen’s village for some shopping the afternoon they arrived back at school. After a long day of retail therapy in the quaint tudor-esque shops, we settled in The Powdered Newt, the local pub, to feast and play catch-up. That being said, I did not have much of an appetite for eating or merriment in the wake of my sudden singledom.
I clocked the group of Kiltrasners across the room, with the addition of two girls. One white blonde, weapons-grade beauty was nestled under Rafael’s arm, purring into his ear, and a pixie-faced redhead was draped over Asp.
As far as I was aware, Rafael had been linked romantically with Anousheh Fatemi for the past six months or so, who was still in Iran for the break. I imagined she wouldn’t be too happy with the scene unfolding before me. I wrinkled my nose and turned away.
“Honestly, I’m gonna boke,” said Irena, delicately as ever in her thick Northern Irish accent. As I looked at her she gestured towards the group with her fork, mimicking a gagging noise. Janie and Henry, our other companions, also followed her motion.
“Isn’t Rafael seeing someone?” Janie asked, brushing her blonde hair out of her round, pink face. “Why’s Delphine Draxton clung to him like a limpet?”
I tried not to roll my eyes at Janie’s innocence in the face of such flagrant infidelity.
“Delphine Draxton’s done quite a lot of clinging to boys this year, so I’ve heard” Irena sniggered. Janie looked scandalised, where Henry scrunched his nose in distaste. “Irena, please.”
Irena often carried herself with the decorum of a streaker pelting through a funeral service.
“Where do you guys think he and Ariadne have been all this time?” Henry asked in a hushed tone, peering at us through his tight brown curls. I braced myself for Irena’s standard inappropriate comment but she remained silent, her pale blue eyes searching each of ours with raised eyebrows, waiting for our suggestions.
“Who knows— they’re Duclairs. For all we know they may have just been on a long, expensive family holiday,” Janie offered, always prepared to cast anyone the benefit of the doubt.
Irena scoffed loudly. “Don’t be a dope, Janes. They’ve obviously joined the Reapers — everyone’s been saying it.”
“You don’t know that” Janie pointed out stubbornly, her cheeks flushing. “The Duclairs basically fund the school, they can take time off whenever they want. That makes far more sense than kids joining the Reapers.”
Irena gave us a look of don’t be so sure, and I ruminated on it for a moment, my finger tracing the rim of my forgotten drink. I was inclined to agree with Janie. Rafael was only sixteen, like us, and Ariadne, his cousin, was a year older. Far too young to join the terrorist group, even if their uncle was — unofficially — at the helm of it all.
Irena shamelessly ogled the group across the room before raising an eyebrow at us. “Well if one of us could get his kit off, we’d know for sure.”
Even after years of Irena’s lewdness, we still awkwardly avoided each others’ eyes.
“You know they say they all have those marks on their chests—” she expanded with a giggle, tracing a circle over her left breast. “I, for one, would happily volunteer.”
We all sighed in weary unison and the conversation then moved on to all the boys Irena thought were ‘rides’ this year. After ten more minutes of pushing my food around my plate and listening to the various positions Irena would like to practice with a burly Longfield boy in our year, I decided to excuse myself. I wasn’t in the mood to hear about Irena’s romantic endeavours, imagined or otherwise.
“Aw Fleur, it’ll get easier,” Janie said kindly.
“Edward didn’t deserve you. He was an absolute snooze,” Irena chimed in, helping me hoop my scarf around my neck and giving it a little pat when she was done. I crinkled my nose. She’d kept that assessment quiet over the past couple of months.
I said my goodbyes and left, making my way over to a low wall opposite the building, savouring the smell of peat fire smoke as it bloomed out of the pub’s wonky old chimney. I leaned against the jagged stone, taking a minute to myself before I made the journey back up to school.
The creak of hinges drew my attention to the rickety wooden door where Rafael was shrugging on a black cloak just beyond the threshold. He slid a packet of cigarettes out of his pocket with long, thin fingers, throwing a glance over at me. I quickly looked away, embarrassed to have been caught staring.
He was obviously a complete tool, but he’d grown up to be devastatingly good-looking. The last summer holiday had been kind to him, his boyish youth having become sculpted and refined. Here he stood, willowy and toned, with ear-length hair so dark it swallowed the light, falling effortlessly in loose curls over heavy black eyebrows. It was no wonder he had a harem.
I realized then that I was staring at him and quickly moved to redirect my gaze. Not, however, before he’d noticed.
To my utter horror, he sauntered over to me. I didn’t know what to do with my face in case this was one of those situations where you think someone was waving at you, only to wave back and realize you were entirely mistaken. He stopped next to me, leaving a little room. Leaning back against the wall, he took a drag on his freshly-lit cigarette, his golden signet ring glinting in the sunlight.
“Everwood” he greeted me smoothly whilst I gawped at him, mute. “Sorry about Verner earlier. He’s become a bit of a dolt of late, hasn’t he?” His musical voice was so beautifully modulated that all I could think of was how I longed to hear him speak again. “Or a colossal twit, was it?” He chuckled as he brought his cigarette to his lips. “It was a pleasure to see a glimpse of that forked tongue of yours again. More’s the pity it’s so seldom.”
“What’s it to you? We haven’t spoken in years,” I pointed out bitterly, finally finding my voice.
“Now, now, play fair,” he chided me.
“By all means, correct me.”
“It’s been a fractious time.”
“You mean your uncle?”
“No, the weather,” he said, sliding me a contemptuous look.
Being from an elite, ancient family, any whiff that Rafael had anything to do with someone as inferior as a halfling would indeed cause an uproar.
I did understand that, but I couldn’t forgive it.
“And the change in weather means you’ve decided to acknowledge me after so long?” I snipped as I pulled my cloak tighter around me and filled my lungs with the cold, January air.
After burying our friendship in the garden of our youth, I couldn’t believe his shameless impudence in unearthing this familiarity as if things had never changed.
Standing here with him now, I could still feel the lump that’d been lodged in my throat as I’d torn up the aeditrium’s stone staircases three years ago. I’d been struggling to fend off the oncoming tears after a run-in with a group of Kiltrasners when I’d heard a voice out of nowhere.
I stopped and listened, before realising that I hadn’t actually heard anything with my ears.
It was a strange sensation, and even stranger to process the connotations of what was indisputable: Someone’s voice was in my head.
I heard the cry again and stopped, trying to discern where the voice had come from. I deliberated for a moment before closing my eyes and succumbing to the peculiar feeling. I didn’t know how, but my body just knew what to do. After a deep breath, I let my consciousness peter out of my body, rooting around for the source of this voice. I found that its shaking wrath was like breadcrumbs in the air, leading me directly to its master.
It was my first true encounter with him. We’d shared a few classes at this point but had never spoken beyond pass the book, although hisnoble lineage and pleasing face had always made him a person of note to me. Upon pinpointing his mind, I couldn’t restrain my curiosity. Working actively against my better judgement, I decided to probe.
Who’s there? GET OUT OF MY HEAD, Rafael bellowed, as soon as I’d entered, the words reverberating around his mind like a scream in a tunnel.
I recoiled in shock, before collecting myself and shouldering in once more. How did you know I was here? I asked obstinately, determined to work out how he’d identified an intruder. It would be just typical for me to discover this rare new skill only to find I was useless at it. All my other abilities had required such hard work to be considered noteworthy in this world, after all.
Because I’m not stupid.
An unseen force began to scoot me out. Nevertheless, I clung on.
Training? I asked, groping for answers — willingly surrendered, or otherwise. Training would make sense. A powerful family like the Duclairs wouldn’t risk enemies infiltrating their minds or those of their children, no matter how unlikely that would be given that telepaths were a dead breed if the media was anything to go by. Which, I supposed, it wasn’t.
The very mention of the word ‘training’ swung open a door in his mind that confirmed my theory. A hazy vision of a young Rafael next to his older brother Sacha, being instructed by a private tutor in blocking telepathic invasion. A Professor Demonstras. Rafael didn’t like him. Sacha loved to wind him up.
I flinched as the door slammed shut on Sacha’s face.
If you won’t leave, I’ll eject you, he warned, and I didn’t doubt it. I did wonder, however, how I’d managed to gain entry in the first place considering his obvious extensive coaching.
Where are you? I asked, blinking back to my own consciousness before trying a few doors around me.
In here, his voice carried through the ether, and a door materialised at the end of the corridor, embedded in the stone wall that encased the Bell Tower. I gasped, eliminating the distance with a few strides before closing my fingers around the door handle.
The exertion of mind-hopping had my head thumping and a prickle gathering in the corner of my eye. I daubed at it with my forefinger and brought my hand back before me, the tip of my finger now glistening red.
I smeared the blood on my black habit and entered the room. My mouth swung open as I glanced around in awe. The gothic windows looking over the grounds reached up to a vast ceiling adorned with cobwebs. The room itself was enormous, allowing for the bells in the room above, the mouth of each presumably the size of a small boat judging by the width and depth of the space. Not only that, the room itself was filled with forgotten oddities and an eclectic assortment of shabby furniture.
I could see the residue of magic clouding the room in the light from the window, like dust in an attic. There were boxes of trinkets thrumming with mystical properties, mounds of clothes and hundreds upon hundreds of books. It was like a hoarder’s trove.
“It’s you,” Rafael breathed in surprise. I ignored him, instead reaching to touch a little silver box on the table next to me which emitted a squeak and shot off the edge. He sneered. “Pick up your jaw, it’s only a load of old rubbish.”
I was shocked by his lack of amazement. I still harboured a childlike wonder where magic was concerned. Where everyone around me considered these incredible things par for the course, I wanted to rifle through everything, to learn more about this captivating world I was so lucky to be a part of. But a Duclair? I suppose his lack of interest wasn’t actually shocking at all.
“Are you okay?” I asked, turning my attention to him, which he promptly swatted away like a meddlesome fly.
“Why are you here?” he deflected imperiously.
I processed his words, remembering the heated call with my father in the phone room and the vicious glee on Woodrow Kilbrook’s face as he’d eaten up my humiliation and left no crumbs. I bit my lip, the degradation washing over me afresh.
Rafael’s face changed dramatically. He clearly hadn’t meant to incite a breakdown, yet here I was, eyes watering and lip a-quiver.
“I— I—” he stammered, his shoulders tumbling out of their aggressive stance as he floated awkwardly over to me. “I’m sorry.”
“False etiquette doesn’t suit you” I managed, focusing on the floor as I schooled my twitching face back to neutrality.
“I am,” he said with sincerity, stiffly putting a hand on my arm— although I imagine he’d meant to be comforting. At this age, Rafael hadn’t quite developed his intoxicating hold over women and his touch lacked the self-assuredness that would soon inform his every movement. Too soon, arguably.
We stood there for a moment, standoffishly regarding one another, both unsure of how to proceed. I was aware of the things he and his friends said about me behind my back, which made me wonder why he was bothering to feign kindness now.
“You know that’s rare?” he offered. “Your ability?”
“A magical halfling?” I snipped. “Yes, I’m painfully aware, thank you.”
There were only a handful of halflings in the entire world. According to everything known about magic and DNA, it shouldn’t be possible to have magical halflings at all— all other children born to inter-magical parents possessed no abilities whatsoever. You’d think I’d have been revered as a medical marvel, but halflings had always been scorned, even before the birth crisis. Our teeth were less sharp, our movements more sluggish, our senses less refined… We were considered a blight on the race.
Rafael frowned at me. “No, I meant the telepathy — even amongst magiceans, it’s very rare. Does anyone know you can do it?”
“No” I admitted. “I didn’t until just now.”
“That’s quite remarkable for a —”
He caught himself before he uttered the slur dancing on the tip of his tongue.
“Fleur?” Rafael asked as I snapped back to the present, breaking forth out of my reverie and back to The Powdered Newt. The wafts of cigarette smoke and the crisp chill of the day settled once more upon my senses. I nodded, inviting him to continue.
“We’re not children any more” he reiterated, giving me an icy look.
“Sorry?”
“You’re a halfling, your father a race traitor, no less—”
“We were friends,” I said, and he flinched backwards slightly, as if I’d sworn at him. The corners of my mouth began to twitch, threatening to tug downwards. “Why does any of that matter? No one ever knew!”
“We could never be friends” he asserted with a scowl, twisting that final word over his tongue like it had a bad taste.
“Oh, well thank the gods you sought me out to make that clear.”
“I just thought I’d check on you. Don’t read into it” he said brusquely, casting away his cigarette butt.
I suddenly felt a burning desire to strike him. “I don’t know why you scorned me all of a sudden. I’m just as bright as you” I snapped. “All this talk about halflings being less magical is rubbish and you knowit.”
“Even so,” he said, refusing to meet my eyes, “but facing a birth dearth? Half-br—halflings shouldn’t be allowed in magical circles— race treachery cannot be condoned. It sets a bad precedent and it won’t help the crisis.” He took a step towards me, lowering his voice. “You might be able to navigate your obvious physical drawbacks,” he said, pulling his wand out of his pocket and spinning it around his fingers with impossible speed to embellish his point, before snapping it to a stop, “but no amount of practice will ever have a magical child quicken your womb. And now, that’s what really matters.”
Anger flared in my chest. “You didn’t seem to mind me being here when we were helping each other with our homework.” I hissed. “Last I checked, my womb didn’t even come into it.”
The look of utter insult that flashed across his face was interrupted by the Kiltrasner rabble bursting out of the pub. Asp stopped to assess our proximity. “Raf, is that mule bothering you?” he called over. Rafael recoiled from me.
All I did was frown and curl my mouth, but it was enough. “What was that, Never-Would?” Asp fired at me. “Nothing smart to say today?” The lanky boy stalked over to us as Rafael slowly backed away from me towards his friends.
Hot tears began to pool in my eyes as I put my hands up to bat Asp away, but he was too quick. “Just you wait you little half-breed”hespat, grabbing my upper arm as I shrank away from him, afraid. “Once the New Order is underway we’ll be a supreme race once more. Our lands will be reclaimed and you’ll be cast out of this world where you belong,back to that Unspirited dung heap you hail from. I, for one, hope they slit your throat at some altar, like they used to. Either way, enjoy your days here, for they’re numbered.”
He shoved my arm back and I massaged where his fingers had gripped me. Each sore spot was like a button pressed, and fury began to swell within me. I wished I could slap him. I wished I could muster the courage to punch him right between the eyes. “Any success you’ve had has been 99% perspiration and don’t you forget it.” He held a finger up to my face. “True magiceans do not sweat.”
“Don’t play with your food, Vern,” Rafael lectured in a bored tone. “It’s so bloody common.”
Asp scowled, but quickly directed his vexation at me. “You should know better than to approach him. Do you need a reminder of your place here?” He spat at my feet.
“And yet you’ll have me linger” Rafael stated impatiently, turning on his heel. “Get a fucking move on.”
“Mark my words mule” Asp warned as he began to back away. “You can’t hear it now,” he raised his hand to his ear and twitched his fingers menacingly, imitating raindrops falling from the sky, “but the thunder is coming.”
I clenched my teeth, trying to govern my swimming eyes. I waited until the boys were over the hill and out of sight before I let the tears escape.
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AAAAAAA I LOVE THEM!! I just love how your characterize them so much, I agree 100% lmao. If you have time and I haven't annoyed you yet, how about some general la squadra hcs? For example, who do they get along with? What do they seek in a partner? Grazie ! ;0;
HCS- La Squadra di Esecuzione useless and random facts+funny habits
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AWWWW~ Your asks are always so fun to write! As I said before, you can ask everything anytime you want! I'm gonna give you some random and funny facts about La Squadra! DAJEEEEE~ Thanks to @bennycake for her suggestions.
Please check the end of the post for some author's notes about Italian culture/references.
Tw: Curses, Blasphemy, Il Gabibbo
Risotto Nero
He hasn't had a good night of sleep since 1973
He doesn't like working on a computer. E-mails make him anxious. He doesn't know how to be formal "era 'tanti saluti o cordiali saluti'" (was it 'best regards' or 'good regards')
He types using two fingers.
He doesn't know how to change the default ringtone of his cellphone, or to be more specific, He doesn't want to.
Listens to 'Tiziano Ferro' and 'Elisa'
"LE SERE NEREEEEE"
He forces everyone in La Squadra to watch 'Sanremo' (Italian music festival) and He complains when others fall asleep during it.
Maybe you would not expect this from him, but He really likes to gossip. Risotto is a really curious person. He never tells his secrets, but demands to know the secrets of others.
Risotto threatening a poor bastard before using 'Metallica':
"U rispettu è misuratu, cu lu porta l’havi purtato. E tu non sai proprio cosa sia u rispettu"
(Who respects the others also respects himself. And you know nothing about respect.)
Risotto watching 'Sanremo' with the others:
'Il prossimo che mi dice di cambiare canale, gli faccio crescere un coltello nel culo. E ora zitti che canta Elisa. "SIAMO NELLA STESSA LACRIMAAAA.."
(...If anyone else asks me to change the channel, I'll use 'Metallica' to grow a knife up in his ass. And now shush, Elisa is singing. "ARE YOU GONNA DO SOMETHIIIIIING...)
Ghiaccio
25 y.o., Veneto
He swears. A lot (Guess why). When he talks, he uses Blasphemies instead of commas.
He hates Poste Italiane. Not just the post office but also their website, but most of all, their ATMs.
He destroyed the 'Postamat' ATM at Naples Post Office by kicking it. He is now banned from Naples Post Office. Not only that, but he is this close to doing a massive shooting at the same Post Office
Furthermore, his glasses broke too many times... One time because Iluso stepped on them.
He likes to watch soccer matches with Formaggio, but prefers Formula 1.
Listens to 883.
"HANNO UCCISO L'UOMO RAGNO CHI SIA STATO NON SI SA" during car rides.
Melone is his best bud, but He would never say it out loud. Plus, Ghiaccio always reproaches the lavender man.
Talking about Melone doing 'weird' noises:
"Porco D*o ma chi è che fa quel cazzo de rumore lì? Ma mi pare che sia, elo fa apposta. MA CHE OOO?! No ma è sopra evidentemente... Ma bisogna essere degli stronzi però eh!? Dai andiamo dai! Oi lo fa apposta!"
(Fucking hell, who's making that fucking noise back there? He's obviously doing it on purpose. WHAT THE FFFFUUUUUCK?! No, it's obviously him... You have to be an asshole! Come on! He's doing it on purpose, I tell you!)
Ghiaccio in his car, coming back from a tiring mission:
"Sto tornando MERDE! Con questo super pezzo in autostrada!!! 130. MARTIN GARRIX!! SI VOLAAAAAHHHHHH! D*OCANEEEEEEEE!!!!"
(I'm coming back, YOU FUCKERS! Back on the highway with this dope track!!! 130 kmh. MARTIN GARRIX!! LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!! D*OCANEEEEEE!!!! )
Also, Ghiaccio reading Formaggio's report on his last mission:
"Ma non si può scrivere 'ste notizie in maiuscolo, d*o cane! Ma non si riesce a capire un cazzo! D*oboia... de dio! SENZA MAIUSCOLE, SENZA I PUNTI!"
(Formaggio, You can't use capital letters to write the reports, Fucking hell! I can't understand a single shit!... FUCK! WHAT DID I TELL YOU??NO CAPITAL LETTERS, NO SEMICOLONS!)
Melone
26 y.o, Tuscany. (Ghiaccio suspects He's a Pisanodimmerda, but this was never proved).
Bisexual.
Hackerino.
He is more patient than He seems.
He Watches MotoGP and Moto3, his favorite racer is 'Valentino Rossi'.
'Raffaella Carrà' and Britney Spears estimator.
He's been sued so many times for sexual harassment that if he hadn't a stand, he'd be in jail right now - No, that's bullshit. This is Italy, he would still be free.
The cashier of 'Conad' hates him. (an Italian supermarket)
Watches 'Sanremo' and Eurovision unironically.
Melone at the club with Ghiaccio:
"Maremma Maiala, Hai visto quella fia?"
(Damn, That girl's fine)
"Oi bimba, Che segno sei?"
(What's your star sign, babygirl?)
Melone trying to hack the servers of the bank 'Banca Mediolanum':
"Ci stanno tracciando! STACCAH STACCAH!"
(They found us! TURN THE POWER OFF!! NOW!!NOW! )
Formaggio
Roman, but he spent his teenage years in Naples
He never finished high school.
He's a supporter of the Roma soccer team.
A 'Nastro Azzurro' enjoyer
Formaggio and Illuso knew each other before being part of Passione.
Il cognome di Totti
Watches one of the most popular football television programs called 'Mai dire Goal'.
Formaggio when He's watching a Roma-Lazio soccer match:
"UN MINUTO PRIMA DE MORÌ VOJO DIVENTÀ DE 'A LAZZIO, COSÌ MÒRE 'N LAZZIALE"
(ONE MINUTE BEFORE I DIE I WANT TO BECOME A LAZIO SUPPORTER, SO THERE'S A LAZIO SUPPORTER DYING).
Formaggio everytime Illuso talks about sum random chick he banged.
"Illuso, nun ce credo nemmanco pe'r cornicione der cazzo"
(Illuso, I don't believe your bullshit for a second)
Formaggio catcalling random girls on the street:
"A BRUNA, BEATO CHI TE SE SDRUMA!"
(HEY BABY, LEMME BE YOUR DADDY!)
"A BELLA, CHE M'ENCARTI 'NA POMPA TAKE AWAY?""
(YOU SEXY GAL, YOU'RE SUCKIN' ME DRY JUST BY LOOKING AT ME)
Illuso
Probably from Lombardy.
He can be So self-obsessed and narcissistic at times.
He knows everyone's secrets because he wastes time spying on his teammates. If anyone does something wrong at the headquarters, he's always there to tell Risotto off.
He watches every program conducted by 'Maria de Filippi'. This means, all the worst shows on Italian television: 'Uomini e donne' (bachelorette meets Oprah), 'L'isola dei famosi' (Celebrity Survivor) and 'C'è posta per te'.
He hates 'Striscia la Notizia' but He keeps watching it because of the 'Veline'.
Listens to "I Ricchi e Poveri" and "I Cugini di Campagna"
Illuso teasing Formaggio from the mirror while He's fixing his hair:
"è inutile che ci provi, sembri Luca Laurenti"
(Stop trying. You're a mess that can't be fixed.)
Illuso singing 'Anima Mia' while taking a shower:
"ANIMA MIAAAAAAA..TORNA A CASA TUAAAAAH"
Prosciutto
He started smoking at the age of 12.
Kinda misogynistic (if compared to today's standards)
Treats Pesci as his little brother. He really loves him.
Accidentally touches waitresses' butts.
He does have sex with hookers, not because He can't get a girl, He's just too busy being a ruthless bastard to create real human connections. Plus, sometimes He's too temperamental.
Sometimes He takes Risotto to his Whoring+ gambling tour. They usually have a lot of fun and release a lot of... stress.
Snorts cocaine.
Listens to 'Vasco Rossi', the others rightfully tease him: 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh...Vuoi da bereh'
He could definitely be a sugar daddy, but I wouldn't recommend it. He can't take a 'No' for an answer.
Prosciutto, preaching his teammates during a tough job:
"Siamo dei cazzo di professionisti. Comportatevi come tali."
(You're acting like a first-year fucking thief, I'm acting like a professional!)
Prosciutto talking about Cioccolata from the 'Unità Speciale':
"Voi pensate che il boss sia incazzato, ma non è niente in confronto a quanto sono incazzato io con lui per avermi messo accanto quel bastardo di merda!!"
(And If you think the boss is pissed off, it ain't nothing compared at how pissed off I am at him for putting me in the same room as that bastard!!)
Pesci
He buys Kinder Brioss and Kinder Pingui' just to collect the toys.
Loves Disney movies.
He watches 'Don Matteo' and 'Carabinieri' with Prosciutto.
He tries to watch anime at 01:00 AM on Italia7Gold.
Listens to 'Caparezza' just like Formaggio.
'Sono fuori dal Tunnel'
he's really good at TV Quizzes, Especially "Chi vuol essere miliardario" (Italian edition of Who wants to be a millionaire?).
Enjoys dancing the 'Macarena' and He's always invited to children's parties and 'communions' parties cause' children love him.
Pesci vibing at some party:
"MARACAIBOOOOO~ Mare forza 9!Fuggire sì, ma dove??"
Author's notes below explaining Italian references and memes:
,‘Sanremo’ the Italian Song Festival, unlike other awards in Italy, the Sanremo Music Festival is a competition for new songs, not an award to previous successes. The Festival lasts from 3 to 5 days, usually starts at 9:00 p.m and ends at 2:00 a.m.
'Tiziano Ferro', Popular Italian singer, especially in the 2000’. Tiziano is really important in the Italian LGBTQ+ community that, in those years is even more repressed.
'Elisa'-Winner of ‘Sanremo’2001.
'LE SERE NEREEE' A popular Tiziano Ferro song.
'SIAMO NELLA STESSA LACRIMAAAA…' from “Luce” by Elisa, winner song of Sanremo 2001. Elisa also wrote an English version of this song called ‘Come speak to me’ ->Source
'Poste Italiane' is the number-one mail service provider in Italy. They are known for their disorganization.
'883'(pronounced otto otto tre) was an Italian pop group active from 1989 to 2003.
'HANNO UCCISO L'UOMO RAGNO CHI SIA STATO NON SI SA' Ghiaccio sings one of the most popular song by 883, ‘Hanno ucciso l’uomo ragno’ literally: “They Killed Spider-Man”. -> Source
'Porco D*o ma chi è che fa quel cazzo de rumore lì?'[...] Ghiaccio is quoting Germano Mosconi. Germano Mosconi was an Italian sportswriter, news presenter and a television personality. This quote is taken from News’s Outtakes. This is considered a very popular Italian meme. -> Source
'Sto tornando MERDE!' [...] This is considered a very popular Italian meme->Source
'Ma non si può scrivere 'ste notizie in maiuscolo' [...] Again, Ghiaccio is quoting Germano Mosconi. Germano Mosconi was an Italian sportswriter, news presenter and a television personality. This quote is taken from News’s Outtakes. This is considered a very popular Italian meme. ->Source.
‘Pisanodimmerda’ A ‘Pisano’ is a citizen of 'Pisa'. It is common for the other provinces of Tuscany to hate the city of ‘Pisa’ and consequentially “Pisani”. There’s no clear explanation here. Just common rivalry between provinces.
‘Hackerino’ Hacker+Topolino (Mickey Mouse). In 1991, the Italian cyberpunk magazine 'Decoder' receives a videotape with a short film that lasts less than 5 minutes: the main characters are two hackers disguised as Mickey Mouse and Iron Man trying to break into "military servers". According to the screenshots shown in the video, the two hackers were able to access information on several heavy weapons such as the AGM-129A ACM, the FGM-148 Javelin, the A-12 Avenger II, the B-2 Spirit, and the Advanced Tactical Fighter. This is considered a very popular Italian meme. -> Source
'Raffaella Carrà' She’s an Italian singer, dancer, television presenter. She is really loved and cherished by the LGBTQ+ community.
'Valentino Rossi' is an Italian former professional motorcycle road racer and nine-time Grand Prix motorcycle racing World Champion.
'Banca Mediolanum' is an Italian bank, insurance, and asset management conglomerate which is the parent company of Gruppo Mediolanum (Mediolanum Group).
'Nastro Azzurro' ,a popular italian beer.
'Maria de Filippi' is an Italian television host and the owner of the television production company Fascino PGT.
'Striscia la Notizia' is an Italian satirical television program on the Mediaset-controlled Canale 5.
'Veline', singular: 'velina'. The term 'velina' (English: tissue paper) is a figurative term in Italian journalism which refers to government-issued propagated news. It is a parody of the news industry during the Fascist era under Benito Mussolini, where the government-controlled and heavily censored all news reports and papers.
'Ricchi e Poveri' and 'I Cugini di Campagna' italian groups popular in the 80s and 90s.
'Luca Laurenti' comedian and TV personality. He’s considered very funny, especially for the way he talks and his roman accent.
'Vasco Rossi', an Italian singer-songwriter and poet.
'ANIMA MIAAAAAAA..TORNA A CASA TUAAAAAH' Illuso sings a strophe from 'Anima Mia' by 'Cugini di campagna'. -> Source
'Kinder Brioss' and 'Kinder Pingui' are Popular Italian snacks produced by Kinder & Ferrero. From 2001 to 2008 Ferrero produced a series of animated films, specifically medium-length films, you could find in these snacks’ packs.
'Don Matteo' and 'Carabinieri' are two mystery Italian series.
'Caparezza' is considered the best Italian rapper of all time.
‘Sono fuori dal tunnel’ a popular Caparezza Song.->Source
'MARACAIBOOOOO~ Mare forza 9!Fuggire sì, ma dove??' Pesci sings a strophe from 'Maracaibo by Lui Colombo. -> Source
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So, the ISU banned Russia and Belarus from Worlds
1. First things first: FUCKING FINALLY! I’m honestly angry it took them this long. When every other sport has been banning Russians and cancelling their events in Russia left and right, when even FIFA (FIFA!!!) banned Russia, when even the IOC asked sports’ governing bodies to ban Russia (the same IOC who couldn’t bring themsleves to actually ban Russia from the Olympics over doping), when almost every other sport had already done it, when the French government had already announced it wouldn’t let the athletes from Russia in... It was honestly getting embarrassing for the ISU to not do it. Which is the only reason I’m a little salty, because it shouldn’t take this much outside pressure for them to do the right thing just once. But at least they finally did it, thank fuck.
2. It’s heartbreaking and embarrassing that it took a tragedy as terrible as a literal war for this to happen, when between the doping scandal, the corrupt judging and the continued child abuse, the ISU had more than enough reasons to ban Russia way before this. (Especially the doping scandal... would they have just let Valieva compete? Again?)
3. “But this is unfair to Russian athletes!” Literally - shut up. Ukrainian athletes can’t go to Worlds because they’re currently being bombed and are dying. SHUT UP. It’s so freaking telling how some of you never complain when the Russian girls get overscored to hell and back, when they undeservedly get gifted everyone else’s hard-earned medals and titles, when they literally dope at the Olympics... but the moment they don’t get to compete because their country started a war, it’s suddenly “unfair”. SHUT UP. If anything, this means we’ll finally get a fair women’s competition with deserving winners and wihout judging BS.
4. Russian FS people being mad about this decision has me laughing so hard. Like, that guy who was like “No one will want to watch without our athletes”? Hilarious. Who’s gonna tell him that I literally didn’t want to watch until now? There’s a reason why, except for the Olympics, I didn’t watch any women’s events with Russians it this season.
5. “But sports shouldn’t be political!” I agree, but they unfortunately are. There’s a reason why skaters represent a specific country, why they have their flags raised and anthem played during the victory ceremony, etc. You can’t say that a skater “represents Russia” but then claim that their participation has nothing to do with Russia - that’s not how it works.
6. “But Putin and his supporters won’t care if Russian skaters are banned!” WRONG. You underestimate just how deeply political figure skating is in Russia. Every medal won by a Russian athlete is treated like it directly reflects on the government and on Putin himself. When Plushenko “only” won silver at the Vancouver Olympics, Putin threw a whole fit over it. After Pyeongchang, Zagitova and Medvedeva were given awards by Putin and took part in a pro-Putin rally (how much of that they did willingly is a question I can’t answer). When Zagitova won Worlds in 2019, Putin took the time to congratulate her. If I remember right, the Russian National (football/soccer) team also got some award for doing well in the World Cup. Sport is state-sponsored in Russia, successful athletes are constantly being held up by the media as reasons why Russia is supposedly better than other countries. Not to mention the whole state-sponsored doping scandal? Are people forgetting about that? Russia wasn’t named “ROC” at the Olympics because some individual Russians doped, it was because the Russian goverment made them dope. These skaters are not just skaters, they are Putin’s propaganda mouthpieces, whether they like it or not.
7. “But if Russians don’t get to compete, no one else’s victory will really count!” Shut up, Plushenko. I’ve said it to Eteri before and I’ll say it to you again: Sports aren’t based on “would haves” and “could haves”. If we only counted the medals that were won when every possible contender for gold was there, quite a lot of medals suddenly wouldn’t count. (If anything, we should investigate how many of those Russian medals were won with doping and therefore genuinely shouldn’t count.)
Honestly, it’s just really fucking rich that some people think a country that wasn’t even banned for doping is one that suddenly needs their right to compete defended.
tl; dr: what I said on twitter:
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His Vows (with Bonus Boy)
Pure fluff ahead!
Billy Russo: Never in a million years did Billy ever think he’d be marrying someone--much less someone he actually loved. Affection, loyalty, vulnerability, those things that were required for love came hard to him. And yet, with you, he felt them. Looking at you made him feel incredibly strong and somehow especially weak, like he could take on the world, but only if you were by his side. The orphan in him wanted to spend thousands on your wedding, wanted to make a statement, a declaration for everyone to see. But the man in him knew better. The man in him--only recently discovered through your support--didn’t need to impress strangers, didn’t need the approval of his “betters”. He only needed you. So as Billy stood in front of the judge, Frank and Curtis at his side, your parents and best friend behind you, he knew this was right. You told him you didn’t want a big wedding, didn’t need the fanfare, and that alone was enough to make Billy, over 100 confirmed kills under his belt, fall to his knees in devotion. You only wanted him. He reached out then, taking your hand in his, and let the small audience around you fade into the background. “Despite what my guys at Anvil might say,” he began with a slight smirk, “I’m not really one for speeches,” he paused, hearing Frank’s scoff and Curtis’ chuckle, before going on, “so I’ll keep this brief. I never thought I’d have this. Growing up, my only goal was to become somebody, and even then, that was more about proving something to myself than anything else. But then I met you. And damn,” he shook his head, his smirk turning into a rare, genuine smile, “if you didn’t change everything. So thank you. Thank you for making me into the man I am today, and thank you for staying with me, working with me, being so patient with me. I love you, and I promise, from this day forward, I will do everything in my power to make sure you’re the happiest person on the planet,” he looked into your shining eyes, a sense of certainty going through him, an instinctual push that let him know that he was doing the right thing, “I love you, and I’m so happy to be your husband.”
Logan Delos: As soon as you and Logan had walked down the aisle, officially man and wife, Logan pulled you away. “Logan,” you laughed as he led you down a hall, “what are you doing?” “I’m having a private moment with my wife,” he answered, opening a door and pulling you into the spare room with him, “My wife. Mrs. Logan Delos,” he grinned down at you, “Fuck... How’d I get so lucky?” You laughed, and Logan reached over and held your face in his hands, staring down at the rest of his life. “I’m serious... How did I get so lucky? I mean... I’m a perpetual fuck up, the bane of my father’s existence and still, despite all of that... I got you,” he sighed sweetly, “I love you, princess. I’m gonna love you till the day I die, and maybe even after that too,” he smiled at your responding laugh, “Definitely after that. Fuck,” he let out a breath, laughing at the end of it, “I just... I just won at life, babe. I mean--look at you. Look at us! I always thought I’d spend the rest of my life in-between lovers, just waking up smothered in a sea of dicks and--” “--You realize we’re in a church, right?” You deadpanned. He laughed--Logan laughed a lot when he was with you--and he leaned down and kissed you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you moaned against his lips. “Ah ah,” he teased, pulling back with a smirk, “you know we’re in a church, right? But seriously, babe... I never thought I’d be a one-woman guy. But you... You’re all that I want. You’re everything. You just... You just came into my life and changed everything. I was just running around, fucking around... and you just burst in and gave me... Purpose,” he sighed happily, “It wasn’t until I met you that I realized why I was put on this earth. I was born to be yours. I was born to marry you and love you and take care of you, and I will,” he leaned down and kissed you now, his kiss soft and slow, nothing but love in his touch, “I will.... So now, let’s go get drunk and dance so we can get out of here, and I can really show you how I feel.”
Jax Teller: “I promise to treat you as good as my leather,” Jax recited, that famous Teller smirk on his face. You laughed as the room erupted in cheers and applause, and Jax kissed you. He was smiling when he pulled back, those blue eyes of his twinkling with love for you and you alone. “I really lucked out when you agreed to be my Old Lady,” he said, his voice making the laughs die down, all eyes on him, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life... especially with love,” he admitted, “I was stubborn and ignorant and lost, but even through all that... You were there. You kept me grounded, you showed me what it meant to be a man and an outlaw, taught me how to reconcile those parts of myself, and for that... I’ll always be grateful to you, darlin’. You understand me--all the parts of me. I don’t ever have to worry about how to tell you things, or keep things from you. You get the club life. You support me. Hell,” he chuckled, “even my Mom likes you, and we all know what a tough sell she is.” The crowd laughed, and when you glanced over at Gemma, she had tears in her eyes. She gave you a small, approving nod, and that, coupled with Jax’s words, had you crying too. Jax laughed, gently reaching out and wiping your tears away with his thumb, “I love you. And I’m gonna love you for the rest of my life. No matter what life throws at us, I know we can handle it. You and me... we’re meant to be together, baby. We’ve been through enough to know that that’s true,” he smiled down at you, a soft, special smile on his face that was just for you, “I know everyday isn’t gonna be perfect. There’s gonna be times when we argue, but I promise you--here and now, in front of everyone we love, that I will never go to bed angry at you. I promise to always do whatever it takes to make sure you’re safe, and happy, and protected,” he leaned a little closer to you, every inch of him devoted to you and you alone, “I promise that I will be the husband and the man you deserve. And, most importantly... I promise to ride you as much as my Harley.” The room erupted in laughter again, and you were still laughing--and crying--when your husband kissed you again. You knew, from that kiss, that he would keep his promises to you. Every single one.
Coco Cruz: “I’m not... I’m not fucking great at this,” Coco began, his hands in yours, his eyes darting around the room, “You know, public speaking and all that shit... But, uh, I think it’s important to, uh... To speak my truth, so...” He took a breath, and you squeezed his hands in yours, and that was enough to calm his raging heart. Coco looked at you, his wife, and felt a completeness that he’d never imagined he’d feel in his life. He swallowed, willing himself to speak. “Everybody knows that, when I became a Mayan, when I joined the MC, it changed my life. I was in a bad place, you know? Just came back from Iraq, my mind was all messed up. But the MC helped me get right, you know? And then there was you, and all of a sudden, I realized... I was made for you,” he leaned forward a bit, swaying as he spoke, his hair blocking everyone but you from his sight, “I used to think my life was just some sick fucking joke. Then, when I became a Mayan, I thought it was all about being a warrior, being a brother--and it is. But there’s more to it then that. I didn’t realize until I met you, but... I was born to be with you. From the second I saw you, I knew I needed you. I need you way more than you need me,” he smiled, a soft chuckle coming from his lips, “It’s true,” he turned, addressing his brothers, “You guys remember what it was like, right? When we first started dating?” He was met with low murmurs and laughter. “I was a fucking mess,” he laughed, “I kept asking Taza and Hank how to be a good boyfriend. And somehow Angel ended up giving me advice, which was basically just ‘man up’,” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he looked at you, “I just... I just need to say, you’re perfect. And I know you don’t like when I say that, but it’s true. You’re perfect to me. Even when you’re a fucking raging psychopath,” he chuckled at your fake incredulous look, “you’re perfect. You help me see past the bullshit, help me see that life don’t just gotta be some fucking struggle... You make me happy, man. So happy. And I just want to make you happy, too. I want to be a good husband to you, and I’m gonna try. And even on days when shit ain’t perfect, I will still love you with all my heart, so...” He took a breath, his heart pounding as he looked down at you, his perfect person, his wife. “... Let’s fucking party!” You laughed, wiping your happy tears as the room erupted in cheers and the sounds of beer bottles clanking together. This was the first day of the rest of your life, and you couldn’t be happier for it.
Angel Reyes: Angel sighed, his eyes welling up with tears. “This,” he began, stopping when he heard the sound of his own voice breaking. He cleared his throat, “This is... This isn’t how I imagined it. Like, when I was a kid, I mean. Like, not to be soft and everything, but... I used to think about this day, you know? Me marrying some dope girl, being in love, my family here to celebrate. So I mean... I’m happy,” he nodded, “I’m so... Man, I’m so happy. I didn’t think it was possible to be this happy, just... I feel like... Like I was incomplete before this, you know? Like this woman... she’s the other part of my soul. And I’m so happy, it’s crazy. It’s scary. I keep waiting to mess it up, keep waiting to say or do something to bring it all crumbling down, but... it won’t. I trust that it won’t,” he nodded again, meaning the words he spoke with all of his heart. Angel reached out, his fingers--adorned with no other ring but his wedding ring--brushing against his mother’s altar, “Watching you and Pop... I always wanted a love like yours, and now I got it, and I’m so happy, Ma... I am, but,” he blinked, the first tear falling, “...but I wish you were here to see it. I wish you could have met her; I wish she could have met you. You would have loved her, Ma. Pops loves her, EZ loves her--I tell her about you, but... But it’s not the same,” he wiped his tear, shaking his head a bit, “I know you’re looking down at us from Heaven, I know you see us, see her,” he sniffled, swallowing his tears, “And that’s good enough for me,” he chuckled lowly, “I know you saw when we first met, saw me pulling that machismo crap, trying to impress her. You saw it ain’t work, either,” he laughed again, “I bet it was you that gave me the idea to bring her lunch at work, wasn’t it? Yeah... That has you written all over it, Ma,” he tapped her urn, smiling warmly at the memories, “I love her so much... And I know you would have loved her, too. I just... I want to be a good husband to her... a good father---someday--to our kids,” he took a breath, “So, Ma, please... Be with me now like you were with me when I proposed, give me that same courage and certainty you gave me before, yeah? Cause in a minute, I’m about to go out there in front of all our family and friends, and I’m about to commit myself to this woman for the rest of my life, and I... I need you with me, Mami,” satisfied, he kissed two fingers and pressed them against his mother’s urn, “Thank you.” He straightened up, fixing his hair and wiping his eyes again. Nodding to himself, he walked off, murmuring, “Good chat...” all the way to the altar.
Miguel Galindo: “I am not a man who can easily admit he was wrong,” Miguel began, chuckling along with the rest of the church at his words, “Okay,” he admitted, shaking his head a bit, “I never admit I was wrong,” he paused, looking into your eyes, and he felt that familiar tug in his chest that he always felt when he looked at you--pure love. “But I was wrong. As many of you know, I was married once before. And I thought that I’d spend the rest of my life with that person. I was wrong,” he reached out for your hand, taking it in his, the warmth of it spreading through his entire body, all the way into his heart, “I was wrong, and I have never been happier to admit that. Because from that failure, came you. And I’m thankful for you every moment of every day,” he smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at the sight of your soon-to-be-husband, “It isn’t easy to be with me, I know,” he nodded, giving you a silent acknowledgment, “But you... You just know me. You know how to read me, how to get me to talk when I don’t want to,” he laughed, “how to shut me up when I want to talk... I’m at your mercy. And what’s more,” he leaned forward a bit, “...I like it,” his smile widened at the sight of yours, “I remember the day that I realized that I needed you in my life for the long haul. It was when we flew to Iceland. You fell asleep against my shoulder. You were so tired... And I was too. I was frustrated and tired and irritated, but when I looked down at you... Mi amor, I felt nothing but gratefulness. Grateful to have you in my life, grateful to be able to have you by my side, to have you as mine. I’ve been blessed with many great things; a wonderful son, multiple successful businesses, a beautiful home... But it’s you, my love, you who makes me take a step back and really see how lucky I am. Because all of the money in the world would mean nothing if I didn’t have you to share it with,” he reached out and wiped your budding tears, smiling fondly at you, “I love you,” was all he said before he was kissing you, and the resulting applause blooming around you was nothing but white noise with Miguel’s lips against yours. He whispered something against your lips as the church applause your love, just a short, simple sentence that had you crying with love. “Thank you, mi amor, for proving me wrong.”
Nick Amaro: “Gil and Zara and I are so happy to welcome you into our family,” Nick said, giving a special smile to ring-bearer Gil and flower-girl Zara, both of whom grinned back at him, Zara flashing you a quick wave, “Gil keeps saying that I took too long, and Zara says I should have just married you months ago, and they’re both right,” he laughed, “But I wanted to give you this--the wedding, the reception--because I know this is important to you. It’s important to me, too,” he took a breath, looking down at your intertwined fingers before looking up again, smiling at your beautiful face, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, my career, but you...” He sighed happily, “I know I can get in my own head a lot, but somehow, with you... It just seems like everything falls into place. I mean... That’s your power. You just make everything seem so easy. I see you with the kids, with your job, with me,” he chuckled, “And it’s like you instinctively know what to do, how to handle me. You make it look easy, and you can ask Olivia, dealing with me, isn’t easy.” He looked over at Olivia, her eyes shining with approval as she watched you together. “But you do. For good or bad, better or worse,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to the back of it, “I love you. Completely. Totally. And I’m going to continue on loving you until the day I die,” his smile reached his eyes, and they shimmered with love for you, “And probably even after that, to be honest. Every morning when I wake up and see your face, when I hear you and the kids laughing, when I see the joy you bring into our lives... It makes me feel so... secure,” he nodded, pleased at his choice of words, “And you know better than anyone how hard that is for me: to feel secure. You just... You make everything easier, more manageable... And everything I do from here on out is for you and the kids. I love you...Mrs. Amaro.”
Johnny Tuturro: Johnny couldn’t stop smiling. His mom was there, his Graceland family was there, and most importantly--the future Mrs. Johnny Tuturro was standing in front of him, just minutes away from becoming his wife. “Alright, alright, alright,” Johnny began, “Everybody shut up, I got somethin’ to say!” Jakes groaned in the crowd, “Jesus, Johnny, then just say it!” “Don’t rush him,” you called back, giving Jakes a friendly glare. Johnny laughed, kissing your cheek, “Thank you, baby,” he stood up straight, “Look, anyone with eyes can see that my girl is fly,” he started, making everyone laugh, “But for real, the moment I saw her, I knew she was different. I mean, she’s gorgeous, yeah, but she’s also smart, brave, a certified badass--sorry for cussin’, Ma--and the love of my life,” he smiled down at you, eyes soft, “I love you, I love you, I love you. And I am so happy to be making you my wife,” he turned pointing off into the audience at Briggs, “Which by the way--ha HA! I knew she wouldn’t go for you! Best bet I ever took, seeing which one of us was gonna get your number... though I ain’t gonna lie, you had me scared for a moment there when you started getting chummy with Charlie,” he chuckled, “But I was the lucky one. That was the start of the rest of my life, and I want to make every day we have together a perfect day. No matter what life throws at us, what happens at work, what we go through as people or as a couple, we’re always gonna have each other’s backs. Me and you,” he went on, “We were meant to be, baby. Fated. And baby, I promise you, I will be the best husband I can be. Because that’s what you deserve. And as happy as I am to be here with you right now, in front of all of our friends and families... Man, I can’t wait to get out of here and just be with you,” he grinned, and you could see the dirty promise behind those sweet words, “I’m crazy about you, baby girl, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he leaned in, kissing you, his next words whispered, so only you could hear him, “can’t wait to have married sex in the limo, either...”
Rio: When you woke up, the late morning sun painting your body in its light, the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Rio’s eyes. They were soft and warm, that deep brown peering down at you and making you feel like the most beloved person on the planet. Which, of course, you were. “So?” He asked, caressing the side of your face with two of those long, sinewy fingers. “So what?” You asked, already in a daze from the softness of his voice and the sweet smile on his face. “So what do you think? How’d the first night of matrimony go? You ready to give back my dowry yet? Sell me back to my father?” You laughed, cuddling closer to him. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you. I mean, you did come with a cow and two chickens, so I guess you’re worth it.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you closed your eyes, melting into his touch. “I love you,” he said, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crown of your head. “Love you, too,” you said back, rubbing his back. “Hey,” he pulled back a bit, looking down at you, “Yesterday was perfect,” he began, “The wedding, the reception... I ain’t never seen Marcus so excited to talk as he was when he gave his speech.” “Oh, don’t remind me,” you sighed, smiling at the memory, “I cried so hard; it was such a good speech.” “Yeah,” he nodded, kissing your forehead, “He was so proud to be able to tell you how much he loves you,” Rio sighed, “but, here’s the thing, mama... There was one thing about yesterday that I wish I could change.” You frowned, “What?” “I kinda wish we would’ve done vows,” he admitted. “Really?” You asked, eyes wide. You and Rio had decided early on not to have vows, you’d both agreed that it was so private, you didn’t want to make a spectacle out of your love. But hearing him say that he’d wished he’d given you his vows had your heart pounding. He nodded, “Yeah. So... I was thinkin’... Maybe I could say my vows now. I mean, I ain’t write nothing down or anything, but I just wanted to say... I love you. I love what you’ve done to me, to Marcus... I love the way you brighten up my life, how you accepted my son with open arms, how you work so well with me, the way you inspire me, the way you make me want to flip my game. I love how I can tell you everything, how I never have to hide any parts of myself with you,” he titled your chin up, smiling down at you, “I love having you as my wife. I love you, Mrs. Rivera.” He kissed you then, and you kissed him back, sighing against his lips, pressing yourself against him. “So,” he grinned, “How was that? Decent vows?” You laughed, kissing his nose, “Perfect.”
Bonus Boy
Tommy Shelby: “I have something I want to say,” Tommy announced. Everyone in the church grew silent, and you couldn’t help but notice the small smile on Jeremiah’s face as he turned to you. Every eye was on you, and you turned to Tommy, curious as to what he was about to say. “I want it known,” he started, his voice booming through the church, “That this is the last time I’m ever getting married, because this is the woman I was always meant to be with,” he looked over at you, those brilliant blue eyes piercing right through your soul, “Me whole life, I’ve spent planning, thinking, rethinking. Every move I’ve made as a businessman has been a calculated one, but with you,” he said, his focus on you and you alone, “It’s all instinct. I don’t have to overthink or second guess with you, because I can feel that you’re what’s right. You’re what’s been missing. And now that I have you... Well, there’s peace. Peace in me head and me heart that I thought had left for good. And I have you to thank for that. So now, I want to make you a promise, and I want to make it in front of all of our family and friends, because if nothing else, I know Aunt Pol, Jeremiah, and our Ada will make sure I keep it,” he gave you a small smile, and just that one gesture was enough to have you nearly swooning, “So here it is. I promise, from this moment, till the day I die, to always love, honor, and respect you. I will never lie to you, I will never leave you. I am yours,” he promised, “Every part of me; even the parts I don’t like, belong to you. And everyone,” his voice got a bit louder, and he turned a bit, addressing the crowd, “will know that you are Mrs. Tommy Shelby, and they will treat you accordingly.” You smiled; his words were as much an announcement as a threat. “Now, Jeremiah,” he said, a friendly note coming back into his voice, “Let’s get on with this ceremony, eh? I want to take my bride to London.”
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It’s Always The Quiet Ones... | college AU dark!Peter Parker x (slightly)naive!reader
for @nsfwsebbie‘s dream fic challenge, I was assigned to write something for @harryspet which was vv exciting bc I love her stuff ;-; no pressure right? lol (also thank you to @evnscvll for being my proofreader, sounding board, and partner for some very strange texting for the purpose of screenshots!)
Here is the prompt I got: peter is a dork and is weird and quiet, and the readers friends dared her to sleep with him. turns out he was really kinky and is really good at sex. can be dark. And hoo boy, did I run with that. I hope you like it!!
Word Count: 4.4k
Warnings: smut (it’s consensual but with dubcon undertones, manipulation, and implied coercion/dubcon at the end), stalking, blackmail, voyeurism, and general creepiness. Oh yeah and there’s some degradation and dacryphilia in there for good measure.
You and your friends were in the middle of your daily cafeteria lunch, chatting about the same sorts of small talk you always did.
“Oh god, it’s that weird guy from class!” Jackie blurted out suddenly around a mouthful of fries, pulling you out of the conversation you’d been having. Everyone at the table whipped around and your eyes went wide.
“Come on, don’t look all at once,” you hissed.
“Who is this guy?” Cody asked, looking around with confusion.
“The guy in the blue hoodie over there,” Jackie answered, motioning toward him with her head. It was Peter, setting down his tray of food and opening up his laptop, putting earbuds in. He was pretty much always on his laptop, it seemed like. He took a bite of his pizza before getting back to whatever he was working on.
“He looks normal, or normal-ish,” Mia shrugged.
“No, no, you don’t get it,” you shook your head. “We have him in Computational Physics on Tuesdays and Thursdays--”
“Plus Friday lab,” Jackie interjected.
“--and he’s… kinda…”
“Creepy,” Jackie concluded.
“No,” you denied, “not creepy. He’s just… a bit awkward, I guess.”
“And he stares at you, like, the entire time we’re in class. But won’t even talk to you.”
“Oh, that’s weird,” Mia agreed with a shudder.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “it’s kinda… sweet, maybe? I mean, he’s just shy, right?”
“Oh my god you are such a slag!” Jackie teased, shoving you on the shoulder. “You’re into him, aren’t you?”
“No!” you denied with wide eyes.
“You’re just into the attention,” Cody rolled his eyes.
“I mean, it’s kind of flattering, isn’t it?” you admitted. Jackie laughed.
“You should go over there and talk to him,” she decided.
“Nooooooooo, no way,” you shake your head.
“I kinda wanna see this,” Cody smirks.
“Literally just go over there and flirt with him, his head would explode,” Jackie suggested excitedly.
“I don’t even know how to flirt,” you chuckled.
“So you’re considering it!” Mia accused.
“I didn’t say that!” you squeaked.
“Pleeeeeease,” Jackie whined playfully. “It’ll be funny.”
“I don’t usually sleep with people for comedic effect.”
“I’ll chip in $20 if you do it,” she offered immediately. She turned to the rest of the table, “come on guys, we need to pool together and make her do it.”
“I’ve only got a ten,” Cody mumbled, pulling it out slowly before Jackie snatched it away.
“Okay, $30, who can make it $50?”
“Jackie, calm down,” you hissed.
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him for $50? He’s cute!”
“I have $35 and 67 cents,” Mia counted, shuffling through her wallet.
“Oh my god,” you groaned, your head falling into your hands.
“Just do it, for me,” Jackie said, suddenly sounding oddly serious. You didn’t understand why it mattered so much, but you decided it couldn’t be that bad if you just did it.
“Fine, fine, just shut up and don’t stare at us,” you instructed, getting up to a ruckus of cheers. You didn’t even take the money.
You walked across the cafeteria, messenger bag slung over your shoulder, and hoped you wouldn’t totally make an idiot of yourself. If you hadn’t already just by talking to a guy over a dare.
He didn’t seem to notice you when you stood by his table, still focusing on his computer.
“Um, hey,” you waved, and Peter looked up at you as he took out his earbuds.
“Hi,” he replied quickly.
“What… what are you working on?” you asked, motioning to the laptop. He didn’t stop looking at you, and he didn’t say anything. “I… we have comp together? You know who I am, right?”
“O-of course I do!” he suddenly perked up. “Yeah, I just…” he trailed off and turned to his laptop. “I was just working on this model.”
“Can I take a look?”
He smiled a little, and moved his backpack out of the seat next to him. “Go ahead!”
You sat down and leaned in to look at his screen.
“It’s-- it’s not finished but, basically I just put the kinetic energy of an object on the x-axis, the potential energy on the y-axis--”
You used the laptop’s touch screen to move the model around, impressed with his work. “And the z-axis is the conservation of energy for work done on an object,” you finished.
“Uh, yeah, exactly,” he nodded.
“It’s beautiful!” you realized, appreciating the variety of colors as each data point was suspended in the graph.
“Do you do any modeling?” he asked you, and for a hot second it felt like a line.
“Um,” you laughed, “no, not much at least. Nothing extracurricular.”
“Oh.”
“I’m more into abstract math, if I’m being honest.”
He smiled. “Oh, you’re one of those.”
You laughed, shoving him on the shoulder playfully, but regretting it as you saw his smile drop a bit. “People are so judgmental about abstract math, as if it isn’t the study of the founding principles of mathematics.”
“So you think adding a pineapple and a banana is the foundation of mathematics?” he quirked an eyebrow.
“Okay, there’s so much more to abstract mathematics than weird variables,” you frowned. “Like basic functions on matrices! Don’t act like it isn’t dope as fuck to add, subtract, multiply and divide matrices. If you saw my whiteboard in my dorm you would understand.”
“If I had a whiteboard now I could prove to you that abstract math is overrated,” he countered.
“I’d love to see you try,” you scoffed. You hadn’t really meant it literally.
“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day,” he shrugged. It took you a moment to realize he was suggesting to actually come to your room and talk about math. You weren’t sure if that was even what would happen if you went back to your dorm…
You opened your mouth to say that you were busy, that you couldn’t, that you shouldn’t, so you were a little surprised when you heard yourself say “sure” instead.
And that was how you ended up sitting on your kitchen counter with Peter Parker between your legs, kissing you like you’d never been kissed before.
It sort of happened all at once. He just grabbed you and you were confused but went with it, because life is short and he was cute and his hands felt unexpectedly wonderful as they gripped your back.
You gasped a bit when he started to pull your shirt over your head but he didn’t slow down, quickly removing his own-- oh, hello there six-pack, nice to meet you-- kissing you again as he wrapped his hands around your waist and slid you off the counter, guiding your legs to wrap around his hips. He carried you to the bedroom with unexpected grace; he was so much stronger than he looked. And he looked different than he ever had before as he tossed you down onto your bed and started to kiss his way down your abdomen while his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.
“Oh god, Peter!” you yelped as he kissed along your thighs, pulling down your shorts and underwear and tossing them to the side.
“Say my name again,” he demanded before instantly latching onto your clit, sucking and licking directly onto the bundle of nerves.
And you really had no choice in the matter, his name pouring from your lips over and over, accentuated with a yelp as he shoved two fingers into you, finding and massaging your g-spot before you could even process everything you were feeling.
“Oh my god, fuck, Peter!” you hissed, your head falling back onto the mattress so hard it bounced a little.
You were barreling towards an orgasm faster than you probably ever had before. This was nothing like the few other hook-ups you’d had since starting college-- it wasn’t even like the times you’d been alone with your hand or a vibrator. This was like an assault on the senses, so powerful that you couldn’t even really keep track of the sounds you were making or anything that wasn’t his mouth on you and his fingers in you.
“I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come don’t stop please--” you moaned as your words turned into mostly incoherent nonsense. How could you be expected to form a sentence in these conditions?
Thankfully, he didn’t stop. He kept lapping at your clit as if he hadn’t even noticed your pleading, his fingers twisting inside you even as your walls clenched so tightly around them that it became difficult to keep up the pace. Your hips involuntarily bucked against his face, your legs quivered as he refused to give you any reprieve from the sensation, but he kept going.
“Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck Peter I can’t-- it’s too much-- oh god,” you babbled, but it fell on deaf ears. A small part of your brain was confused why he wouldn’t stop-- you hadn’t told him outright to stop but it was kind of implied, right? Wasn’t it some amount of not okay that he was still going? It made your gut sink in a way that was equal parts disturbing and erotic.
You were trying to pull away but his arms wrapped around your thighs and held you down. God, he was strong. He looked kind of skinny in those hoodies he was usually wearing, but now that he was actually exerting some force he was clearly muscular. You felt helpless and it, oddly enough, turned you on.
“Peter, please, oh my god, slow down I-- I can’t take any more,” you whimpered; your voice came out all high-pitched and squeaky and it would’ve been embarrassing if you had enough brainpower left to care.
He groaned against your skin but said nothing, using his teeth to lightly graze your clit. Your whole body jerked at that, a sob tearing from your lips suddenly. It felt like you were past the point of orgasm now and just lost in some sort of aggressively intense world of pleasure-- it neared pain, really. You had never been pushed to your limits like this; you hadn’t even realized that there were limits which one could be pushed to this way! It was exhilarating and exhausting and overwhelming. You fought tears from forming because it would be so embarrassing to cry right now, and he would probably freak out and think you were hurt or something… maybe you were hurt, you couldn’t even tell at this point. But at this point, it was unstoppable. You were fucking crying from the overstimulation and he hadn’t even put his cock in you yet. Your face was so hot that your own tears felt cool as they poured down your cheeks.
Finally, he stopped when he heard your sobs. But instead of concern or fear or confusion, his expression was simply joy.
“Oh, you look so cute when you cry,” he cooed, sliding back up your body to kiss your tears away as they fell. Then he kissed your mouth, open and sloppy and aggressive, and the taste of yourself on his tongue made your head spin.
Before you could collect your thoughts, he pulled back and made quick work of his jeans and boxers-- fuck, he was big.
“You’re too kind,” he grinned, discarding the clothes and stroking his cock a few times.
You hadn’t realized you had said it out loud, and you felt a little nervous but then he was on you again, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt him reaching down, gripping his cock and rubbing it through your folds. You were soaked, and swollen, and nearly sore. Every time the tip slid over your clit, you jumped a little.
He pushed into you ever so slightly, moving the head of his cock inside you and nothing more. You whined with confusion and anticipation, but he continued on teasing you.
“Please,” you whimpered into his kiss.
He pulled back and looked down at you, his eyes blown so wide that they looked like they’d gone black. “What was that?” he asked, and you sighed because you knew he could hear you the first time.
“Please, Peter,” you repeated, louder, “I need more.”
“More…?”
You sobbed with frustration, and desire. “Fuck me, please.”
He thrusted forward and you groaned as his cock stretched you open. It was like night and day, how he went from slowly teasing you to slamming into your eager walls. You cried out and gripped at his arms, just trying to steady yourself and maybe stop your skull from whacking the headboard if possible.
“You love it, don’t you? You love my cock,” he growled. His voice was lower, gravelly. He sounded like an entirely different person.
“Yes,” you replied weakly.
“Say it,” he demanded.
No one had ever talked to you like this before and it made your cheeks burn. “I-- I love your cock,” you stammered.
He smiled and you hoped you’d done it right, and that he wasn’t smiling at your obvious nervousness or lack of experience. You didn’t understand how this was normally supposed to go, because you didn’t normally hook up with people so casually-- you had just never really been interested in it. But now that he was fucking you so hard you could barely breathe, you were starting to get the appeal. God, your last boyfriend hadn’t even made you come in five months of dating, meanwhile five minutes with Peter had made you a sobbing mess. Even now you were biting your lip to hold back your tears from the sheer intensity of the sensations you were experiencing.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he pouted condescendingly. “You don’t wanna cry but you can’t help it, huh? You’re my dumb little crybaby aren’t you?”
You tried not to react to that but you knew he felt your walls clench suddenly.
“You like that? You like being my stupid whore?”
“S-stop,” you begged weakly, feeling beyond humiliated.
“But you like it, angel, I can tell. Don’t lie to me.”
He reached down to swirl his thumb over your clit, laughing at the way you tensed up and tried to squirm away.
“Is it too much princess?” he asked, but the nickname read less sweet and more mocking. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You asked me to fuck you. Begged me. Now you act like you can’t take it, like you’re this delicate little flower and not the dirty fucking whore I know you are.”
“I-- I’m not a whore,” you denied even as you struggled to suppress your obvious arousal from the derogatory nature of his words. You felt a little guilty for being into it, and slightly insulted, but fuck if it didn’t make your back arch and your throat dry and your pussy so excessively wet.
“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he scoffed. “But, maybe you’re not playing. You really are dumb, aren’t you?”
You logically knew that it was too late to deny anything he said, but you still clung onto your dignity as best you could. “N-no!”
“Not all the time, just when you’re wet. Isn’t that right? You get so desperate for cock and you don’t wanna be smart, you just wanna be somebody’s brainless fuckdoll.”
That sounded so appealing in some forbidden, filthy way and all of a sudden you were going to come again, any second now.
“Yes!” you nearly screamed, falling into your pleasure.
“Come on my cock, baby,” he encouraged, “come for me.”
You didn’t even sound like yourself with the noises you made, or maybe it was just that you’d never had the chance to make noises like that before. Either way, your orgasm crashed through you and nearly punched the air out of your lungs. Your toes went numb. You didn’t even know that could happen. And most important of all, your walls tensed and fluttered so hard that he began moaning into your ear.
“Fuck, ‘m gonna come inside you.” You couldn’t tell if it was a warning, like he was asking permission, or if he was just informing you of his intentions which you would be powerless to stop even if you told him not to. You didn’t have to find out because you were on the pill, but it made you realize all too suddenly that you should’ve had him put on a condom-- how could you have forgotten?
His moans turned hoarse and with a growl and a tightened grip on your hips, he spilled deep in you, coating your walls as his length flexed and twitched inside you. For a moment you were just stuck like that, his weight holding you down as he caught his breath, and finally he rolled to the side and you could breathe cool air again.
“That was…” he began but trailed off, pulling you closer and kissing your shoulder. “You’re amazing.”
It was quite the shift from how he had been talking before. It was comforting, but you were still a little confused. “Really?”
He laughed softly. “Did you not notice? God, I’ve wanted you for so long…”
You were curious about where he was going with that, but then he suddenly sat up.
“Do you want some water?” he offered.
“Uh, yeah,” you smiled. “The cups are in the cabinet just to the left of the microwave.”
He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before sliding out of the bed, slipping his boxers on over his still-hard cock which was now coated in your come and his, and dashing out of the room.
You were mostly content to just lay there, although you felt uncharacteristically sore between your legs, and quite… sticky. You glanced over to your whiteboard and realized he never had any intentions of talking with you about abstract math. Was this just a one-time thing, or was he going to come back and ask you out? Were you boyfriend and girlfriend now? Or were you just a clueless romantic who thought that sleeping together meant more than it really did?
You rolled over and saw Peter’s phone resting on the bedside table. He must have set it there when he was stripping quickly while you two had been making out-- or that’s what you were pretty sure the order of events had been, it had all happened so fast…
At that exact moment, the screen lit up with a notification. You were about to roll back and not look at all, until you got a glimpse of the words.
PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14
You furrowed your brow. It looked like an alert for an upcoming class, except that this was your class, the one you had with him, and it wasn’t until tomorrow. No assignments due today, either. And what was with the row/seat thing? Peter didn’t sit in the third row… you did.
You picked up the phone just enough to angle it to see the rest of the notification. It wasn’t a calendar alert; it was a text message. “PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14” was the contact name. You could only get a preview of the message…
okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pic….
You were curious, or maybe just concerned. Was the seat number supposed to be the person texting him? How were you supposed to keep track of who sat where to know who it was?
It had to be somebody from your row, but it was just you, Jackie, and a bunch of random dudes that Peter had never seemed to have any interaction with.
You assumed you wouldn’t be able to unlock the phone to even try to snoop, which you didn’t want to do anyways, but when you slid your thumb over the screen, you gasped when it opened straight to the conversation. Who didn’t put a password on their phone?
okay, it’s done isn’t it? can you please delete those pictures now? I did what you asked. I won’t tell anyone. just send me proof that the photos are gone, please.
You felt a little sick. You had no idea what this meant but it scared you. You saw the conversation from before but it didn’t make any sense. You scrolled back up to try to figure out what they were talking about and gasped when you saw a picture Peter had sent to the contact.
It was Jackie. But she wasn’t alone. She was on her knees in the lab room, and you gagged when you realized what she was doing-- or really, who she was doing it to.
She’d told you she had a casual thing with a new guy but refused to say who it was. You realized why now. She was fucking your professor, and you just knew she was doing it to get a better grade. You had been trying to figure out how she was earning higher marks than you but never seemed to be able to discuss the class material. It all made sense now, but it wasn’t a comforting feeling.
You scrolled down a bit to see the conversation after the photo, and your blood went cold as you read it.
You saw several more messages but you couldn’t bring yourself to read any of it. You knew everything you needed to know.
You weren’t sure what inspired you to open his camera roll… of course you wouldn’t find anything comforting there. But you had to see for yourself.
It was just a list of folders, so many you could keep scrolling for ages. Each had a label and a thumbnail image.
The thumbnail of Jackie on her knees jumped out first. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 14. 45 images.
A girl in a lacy bra posing for the camera. PHYS 509, row 1, seat 8. 12 images.
Two girls making out in a crowded room, holding red solo cups. ENGL 104, row 12, seat 5. 6 images.
A nude selfie in front of a mirror. PHIL 108, row 2, seat 2. 14 images.
And then the one that made your heart stop. It was a picture of you in a bikini, taken by a friend on spring break. PHYS 507, row 3, seat 13. 1 image.
The second you jumped up, dropping the phone, he was there with your promised glass of water in hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked innocently. Just a second of silence was enough for him to pick up his phone from the floor and realize what had happened with a grin. “Oh, that,” he sighed, slipping it into his pocket after looking down at it with a sort of loving look, like he was proud of his work. “I suppose it’s my fault for leaving my phone right there, without a password, knowing I would get a text from Jackie any minute.”
“You wanted me to see it,” you grimaced, “you wanted me to see what you did to my friend. What you did to all those girls.”
“I didn’t do anything. They do all the heavy lifting, I just hack them and get pictures of it. Or, in your friend’s case, I hack them, find out they’re fucking the professor, and follow them to their next rendezvous.”
“You’re fucking sick,” you spat, and he just shrugged. “You’d better delete those photos of Jackie.”
“I will, don’t worry,” he soothed. “It’s a shame though, she was pretty prolific. You, on the other hand, you’re a good girl. You even had pretty good security, I respect that. Here’s a tip: your ISP creates the intranet that your wireless webcam uses to connect to your laptop. It’s password protected, but it defaults to your phone number, and most people never change it. Including yourself.”
You shivered. “You watched me with it, didn’t you?”
“Well, I had to since you didn’t have any good photos of yourself. And you do a decent job of erasing your porn history… but not a perfect job. You watch some interesting stuff. And you look so hot with your hand stuffed in your panties, rubbing yourself to whatever nasty shit you’re watching...”
“Shut up,” you demanded, covering your ears, “stop, please. This is so fucked up.”
He laughed a little. “You look better in person though. A webcam could never capture how perfect you look when you come.”
“Please just stop,” you sobbed.
“Stop what? I’m just telling you the truth.”
“I should’ve listened to my friends. You’re a freak.”
“Hmm, you seemed to like it before.”
“Just delete those pictures of Jackie… and let me go…” you seethed.
“I will,” he promised. “But, I need something to make up for the loss of some great spank bank material.”
You felt sick. But what else was new?
“I need to finally get some good pictures of you. Come on, isn’t it sad that your folder is so empty?” he pouted, pulling the phone back out from his pocket. “I could ruin a lot of lives with these folders. Just let me take a few photos and you can spare them all the humiliation. Nothing I haven’t seen you do before.”
You really really wanted to just deck him, but you knew he could probably release those photos with just one push of a button. He was prepared.
“Don’t post them,” you pleaded.
“You’ll be good?”
You clenched your jaw. “I’ll be good,” you answered through your teeth.
“Oh, look at you,” he cooed, “such a sweet girl you are. Helping out your friend even after she threw you into the lion’s den to protect her secret.”
You hadn’t thought about it that way. A pit formed in your stomach.
“Now come over here and get on your knees,” he grinned, turning on the camera.
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The Jungle Unknown Part Four
Pairing: Steve x Bucky x reader
Warnings: fluff, flirting, cursing, the usual
Summary of the series: You are a close scientist friend of Bruce’s so when the team needs help from someone with her expertise, they call in the best, you! But what happens when you find the 2 people you’ve been looking for your whole life?
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Previously…..
Everyone else was already in there and when you three walked in just started staring at you guys. “So, have fun last night?” Sam asks. Oh no, you didn’t think it would be this soon that you would have to tell them……
Bucky and Steve started glaring and Sam for insinuating something like that, but you saw a chance and took it. “Yes actually, we did! We talked about how we should get a fourth person for the team and we decided on you Sam! So we’ll need to train of course, so that’s 10miles of rough terrain running, and….” You we’re about to go on when Sam interrupted “Wait! What? No way, not gonna happen.” You and the super soldiers burst out laughing, so did the rest of the team once they realized you were joking. Sam just stuck his tongue out at you and went to sit down. “Nah, in all seriousness, we do have some news.” Steve said, being the first of the three of you to quit laughing. “We’re soulmates,” Bucky finished! The team went around and congratulated you guys, Bruce came up last and said, “ Congrats, I knew you would find them one day Y/N,” he then turned his attention to your soulmates, “ but if you hurt her, even in the slightest bit, I will turn into the Hulk and crush you to bits, then feed you to the fish.” You thanked Bruce and reassured the now terrified super soldiers he wasn’t being serious, well hopefully anyway.
You three decided to make tacos for lunch. You did the meat while you tasked the boys to cut up the lettuce and tomatoes. “Owww!” You heard Steve scream. You quickly turned around to see that Steve had cut his finger with the knife. “Steve, hon! Let me see,” you took a look at his finger and decided it didn’t need stitches, you had Bucky go grab the first aid kit and you fixed up Steve’s finger. You’d think for a super soldier he wouldn’t have been so whiny about a cut but he was. He claimed he was to injured to finish helping with lunch, he gave you and Bucky the puppy dog eyes so you let him off the hook. You and Bucky finished lunch and made up plates for all of you. Once you had finished it was back to training…or so you thought.
Apparently the guys had formulated a plan over lunch, instead of training, they were going to take you on a date to Coney Island. “Doll, come on, we aren’t training today.” “Like hell we aren’t! I’d prefer my boyfriends to not die in the jungle when I haven’t even gotten a chance to go on a date with them!” The boys smiled like dopes. “What?” You sharply said, a little annoyed that they wanted to skip training, you couldn’t, and wouldn’t let them die. “You called us your boyfriends” Steve responded while Bucky also added, “and we are taking you on a date instead of training, no arguing.” You reluctantly agreed, saying this would be the only time.
The three of you drove to the surprise location in your convertible, since it was a nice day out, and for some reason, one they wouldn’t tell you, you guys couldn’t take Bucky’s motorcycle. “Coney Island?!?!?,” you questioned excitingly, “ I’ve always wanted to go here, but every time I’m in town it’s closed or something!” “Yeah doll, and we can ride all the rides” Bucky started, but was interrupted by Steve, “yeah, no you guys can, but last time I went on the Cyclone I vomited and that is not happening again.” Bucky rolled his eyes and whispered to you that you two would convince him. “And then we are going to win you a prize at the game booths because that’s something boyfriends do, at least in the 40s they did.” You smiled, getting more and more excited, “and then I’ll win both of you a prize because it’s the 21st century and girlfriends can win prizes for their boyfriends too.” You three went and bought your tickets and wristbands and went into the theme park.
Bucky was right, you did convince Steve to ride Cyclone again, and he did vomit, again. You guys then went to the carnival games to win prizes for each other. Bucky and Steve both saw stuffed animal bears dressed up as them and decided they needed to win you them, so that when they went on missions the bears would be there for you. Luckily for them the bears were at the shooting game, and well, Bucky was a sniper, so they had this….or not. It took Steve 4 tries to win and Bucky 3, they were both very persistent on winning, and at that point it wasn’t about the bears anymore, but their pride. They gave you the bears and you gave them each a kiss on the cheek and thanked them. Then you saw the perfect prize to win them, it was at the hanging game, where you hung from a pull up bar, and if you could do it for 2 minutes you win 2 of any prize. You went over to play and Bucky questioned you, “Doll, are you sure, this game is really hard, I couldn’t even win it back before the serum.” “Oh I’m sure, hotstuff, just you wait and see.” Steve looked amused and excited to see if you would prove Bucky wrong. You payed the man running it and he started the timer once you started hanging. You were at the final 10 seconds and both Bucky and Steve were surprised you had made it this long. All of your muscles were burning but you were determined. “10 more seconds doll! You got this!” You completed the time and dropped down gracefully. You collected the prizes and gave them to your soulmates, they thanked you and the look on their faces were so worth it.
You guys ate some food that was probably not fit for human consumption, and rode some more rides. After that you guys went back to the tower, watched movies while cuddled together and got to sleep early, you were upping the training tomorrow, with only one week till the mission. There were of course nerves in the air about the mission, you guys had just found each other and you didn’t want any of you to get hurt or die. You would all be okay, hopefully….
AN: Ahh! Hope you guys enjoyed chapter 4! Chapter 5 will be out tomorrow or Saturday, I haven’t started writing it yet but I have my plan for it.
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Urgh... I can't even with you.
You had to write another perfectly perfect piece of perfection.
I've just finished reading TSKWTHW, and I (mostly) tried to take a break every now and then: your kind warnings at the end of each chapter were helpful!!
See, as Tumblr won't allow me to copy-past your WHOLE fic to show you which passages I loved the most, here is a short list:
> “I will look for my soulmate for one year,” Derek said. “If I look, honestly try and find them, and I haven’t after one year, if you still haven’t found your own soulmate, we’re going to give this a try. Deal? > URGH. You big dumb wolf boy!!!!!!! ❤
> Like a bunch of awkward ducks who stood around awkwardly being all awkward > Someone should draw this, the scene I'm picturing is hilarious! =D
> The Mummy reference 😍😍😍😍. I agree with Stiles, having "death is only the beginning" tattooed as a soulmark would have been so awesome!!!!! But then Derek is the king of "epic proclamation of death" conversation starter (Drama Wolf much, Der-Bear? 😉)
> Stiles hated Derek’s soulmate. > No self-hate is allowed, you sweet half nature spirit. 🧡💙
> I’m on the night shift tomorrow. > Okay, so when the Sheriff interrupts, I thought to myself, "you should have been on a night or double shift, John", and then I read you and I laughed so hard!!!!!!!!
> Does Peter think we’re actually going to get any work done with your horny ass in the same room as me? > No work done, nope. 😀
But seriously. The whole fic was so nice to read! It's my new favourite!!!
Thank you for writing this. It made me start the new year in a wonderful way. You are a precious one, and I wish you to have a wonderful year!!!
Hellloooo~ :D
Thank you so much ;~; I’m really glad you liked it, thank you!!!! I always appreciate all your kind words, they mean a lot to me ;~;
HAHA I am glad the “stop here” comments were helpful XD I always usually put the main warning at the beginning but someone @’d me once in something where they mentioned putting them at the end of chapters when you (the author) know it’s a good break from the plot, so I tried to do that in this fic. It worked pretty well based on the “FINE! I WILL STOP HERE FOR NOW!” comments I got XD
Some people seem to think I do it because I know my readers well, but truthfully I do it because I know myself extremely well, and I am 100000% the kind of person who’s like “time for bed, let’s open up a fic for some light reading -opens 750k fic that is 1 of 15 from a series-” So like, yes, I know my readers, but only because I am my readers! And I wish other people would tell ME when to stop, but they don’t, so I am as bad as everyone else LOL XD
LOLOLOL You’re so cute!!! 💕💕💕 Thank you for being excited and liking so much of it! :3 And poor Derek, honestly :( He trusted that Stiles really did a thorough check, and Stiles thought he had, but like... honey, sweetheart, light of my life... it wasn’t thorough enough XD
The Mummy is one of my top 5 fav movies so had to fit that in somehow ;) And Stiles is such a dummy ;~; Though I loved your whole “no self-hate” comment LOL because yes, Stiles is a dope and was totally hating all over himself like an idiot XD
THIS SHERIFF KNOWS HIS SON IS GONNA HAVE SEX, AND HE IS FINE WITH IT AS LONG AS HE’S NOT AROUND FOR IT! XDXDXDXDXD
Thank youuuuu so much!!! I’m seriously very glad you liked it, always means a lot to me, thank you!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR AND I HOPE IT IS AN AMAAAAAZING~ ONE FOR YOU TOO!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3
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Cuddle Buddies
Pairing: Roommate! Rafael Casal x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Minors DNI, RPF, angst, cursing, pining, jealousy, suggestive language, butt slapping, fluff! No smut! All errors my own. I apologize if you like the smell of patchouli, lol.
A/N: This is an answer to the following ask from @teatro-dira :
Okay so I don't know if this is kinda weird but like an Rafael x reader were they are like really cuddly(like a lot of hugs, cuddling and stuff) friends and roommates and everyone teases them asking them if they're dating. Then Rafael gets a girlfriend which makes y/n lowkey feel betrayed and jealous, but he doesn't realize that. Y/n accidentally ruins their relationship(you chose how). They get into a fight, but it ends in fluff. Hope you understand what I mean:)
Here it goes! I hope you like it!
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A series of unfortunate events led you to this situation six months ago.
You were subletting Rafael’s apartment in Santa Monica when production wrapped a month early on his project in Vancouver. He had nowhere to go, and neither did you, so you agreed to share the space.
You vibed, almost as much as he and Daveed did. Folks began to call you the fourth Muskateer, for as much as you, Rafa, Daveed and his girl were always together.
You all talked, smoked, and created together. You and Rafa especially were always all over each other, keeping each other warm under blankets on the couch, watching movies while you ran your fingers through his hair, in one or another’s bed watching videos, or writing in tandem.
It was all good, cause Rafa was being a man-whore at the moment with several ladies, and you were just chilling. It was dope.
Almost.
It would have been all the way dope, except...
Except for the fact that you were in love with Rafa.
You loved sharing the same space with him, because you could smell him when he just got out of the shower, play in his silky hair, and feel his strong arms around you. And when he wore grey sweats…. Damn. You and your little bullet celebrated every time that happened.
Everyone could tell, except for Rafael. People ragged on you two so hard, that you vehemently denied it every time, to the point of getting heated.
One night, you side eyed the teaser through a cloud of smoke after catching Rafa’s grimace when they said you two should get together. Your mood sank at what you perceived was rejection.
“I would NEVER get with Rafa, that’s the homie. He’s like a brother to me. Ugh. Getting with my brother? No way. We’re just Cuddle Buddies.”
Rafa blinked and then took a toke.
“Exactly, we the homies. Platonic Ride or Dies. It’ll never happen.” He passed what he was holding and then stood up. “Cuddle Buddies till the end.” He sounded disgusted.
“I’m going to go get some food. I’m hungry. What does everyone want?” After everyone yelled out their orders, you offered to come with.
“Nah, sis. I’m good. Gonna clear my head. I’ll be back soon. Rafa peaced out and you sat back down with the crew.
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Ever since that night, Rafa seemed a little distant. He was always busy, and never had time to sit and kick it with you the last couple of weeks. You all never seemed to link.
One night, he was home when you came in with groceries.
“Oh shit, I didn’t know that you’d be here!” You put the groceries down on the counter while Rafa was at the stove, cooking up some pasta with marina.
“Mmmmmm. Smells good!” You went and stood very close to him, expecting him to give you a side hug, at least.
He just turned and glanced at you, a smirk lifting one side of his face.
“Will you never learn to keep an umbrella in the car? You always come in soaking wet from the rain.”
Here he was, shaking his head that you didn’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain. How could this talented genius ever want to be with you?
You just played it off, as usual. “I’m starving. I didn’t think I would make it through cooking, but you’re always clutch, Rafa!”
Rafa stood there and gaped at you.
“Uhhhhh… I thought you said you were driving down to the Vista to see your mom… I have someone coming over for dinner....”
“No. She’s decided to go on a cruise to Cabo with her bestie… she just called and told me as she was boarding the ship this afternoon. The hussy. Tryna be fast with her little friends.” You laughed.
“So, who’s coming over? UTK? Wayne? Jimmy?”
You jumped up on the counter and watched as Rafa put some french bread with butter and garlic in the oven. Smelled like heaven. Those guys would definitely invite you to stay.
Rafa wiped his hands on the towel that was hanging on the stove. And turned around to face you.
“Her name is Aurora.”
It was like he’d punched you in the gut. He’d NEVER brought one of his heauxes around. You fought the urge to double over, even though you felt nauseous. When you looked at him, he looked concerned.
“Hey, you okay?”
You jumped down from the counter and quickly nodded your head, laughing weakly.
“I...uh.. Yeah. Like I said, I haven’t eaten since breakfast, expecting to be at dinner with my moms by now.”
You grabbed your groceries, putting them up quickly and grabbed an apple, taking it to your room.
“I’m going to get out of your way in a minute, I’ll go over to Carla’s and hang with her tonight. We’ll probably go out and do what we do, you know?”
Rafa still looked worried.
“Are you sure you’re ok? You need more than an apple. Look, stay…”
“NO!” Your voice was raised and it startled you. “I mean, I’m not one to be a cock blocker. I’ll just get my stuff and get ready to go.”
Rafa just watched as you scurried into your room. Why did you feel like crying? Why did you feel as if you would never breathe properly again? You got out your phone and called Carla.
20 minutes later, you exited your room dressed for the club with your overnight bag. There was a strange smell in the room, and it wasn’t pasta. It was patchouli. You HATED patchouli.
You didn’t realize you were giving the gas face until Rafa came out of the kitchen followed by a short, but cute woman, with a body like, whoa.
Of course.
Rafa glared at you and you fixed your face. That bestie telepathy was on point. Then he looked up and down, as if he were judging your freakum dress. Well, fuck him.
“Oh, hey! Y/N, this is Aurora. Aurora, Y/N.”
Aurora ignored your outstretched hand and went in for a hug.
“Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you that I feel like I know you intimately, just like Rafael.”
You tried to keep your face straight in reaction to her scent, then gave her a sideye.
Was it the inept way she rolled the ‘R’ in Rafael, or the thinly veiled shot at your relationship? Either way, you felt like slapping the shit out of her. You looked at Rafa, but then just cleared your throat.
“And I’ve heard so much about you as well. You’re all Rafa talks about.” He shook his head behind her. “Nice to meet you, but I’m headed out for the night.”
It was then that Aurora saw your bag and brightened up.
“Oh! You do look nice. Are you leaving, you sure you don’t want to stay?”
You could smell insincerity a mile away. Even patchouli couldn’t cover that up. You just smiled at her.
“No ma’am. I’ve got places to see and people to do.” You winked at them as you walked out of the door, holding up your umbrella. “Stay dry y’all.”
You made it out the door without crying of jack slapping that little bitch or Rafa. You were winning.
But why did it feel like you’d lost everything?
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You and Rafa successfully avoided one another for days. He was either over Aurora’s or you were with Carla, your mom, or just stayed in your room.
One time you passed Rafa and Aurora on the couch watching a movie on your way to the kitchen to get something to eat. Rafa’s head was in her lap.
You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard Rafa’s slightly raised voice say: “Don't’ mess with the swoop, Babe.”
‘Babe.’ He called her Babe. That’s it. It was time for you to go.
You were cramping Rafa’s style. You just tiptoed back in your room, making little to no noise so that they could watch the movie in peace. You didn’t see Rafa looking at your door after you went in.
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A week later, you let Rafa know your move out date.
“Wait. What?”
Rafa’s mouth was open. You repeated yourself.
“Well, I’m going to move in with Carla. She’s going to let me ride her couch until this other place comes open in three weeks. It’s a sweet deal, near the studio….”
Rafa’s mind was racing, you could see the gears turning.
“Well… why don’t you just stay here until then, we got a good thing going.” He looked upset. What was up with him?
“Rafa… I’m just in the way. You’ve got Aurora…”
“Hold up, wait. We aren’t even that serious. I mean, I just stopped seeing Bev and Chrissy. He looked at his watch. Last week.”
You laughed at Rafa’s fuckboi ways. “Well, what about me? I might want to date someone and bring them over…”
Rafa’s face changed.
“Bring someone over here…”
But it didn’t sound like an invitation, it sounded like a threat.
It was your turn to stare at Rafa. “What the hell…?”
He straightened up. “I mean, any of your guests are welcome here.”
You sighed and shook your head.
“See what I mean? Things are getting tense, I want us to stay friends, not be tight with each other all the time.”
Rafa grinned. “You said ‘tight.’” He dodged a couch pillow thrown at his head.
“What are you, a 12 year old?” You were rolling. He really was one of your best friends. But you needed space to get over yourself. And him.
“Okay. You grown. But just know that you don’t have to go. And know that I will miss the hell out of you.”
Rafa came over to hug you, and he held you longer than normal, and then kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him, still in his arms and it was like…
You cleared your throat. “Well, I guess I better go start to pack.”
Rafa stepped back. “Ok.”
Both of you hurried to your perspective rooms.
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One night, a couple of days later, Rafael came into your room without knocking.
“What did you say to Aurora?”
You were laying on your stomach on your phone, in just your t-shirt an panties. You rolled over and looked at him.
“What are you talking about?”
Rafa wasn’t yelling, but he was keyed up.
“What did you tell her the last time you talked?”
You put your head down to think, then brought it back up.
“I just said that I was going to miss playing in your hair when we watched movies, that I knew it was your favorite thing.”
Rafa nodded, then shook his head.
“Y/N, you’re the only one I let touch my hair. Aurora has barely been allowed near it.”
“That’s…. New.” You were perplexed.
“No it isn’t. Everyone knows I don’t like people messing with my hair. Aurora accused me of having feelings for you.”
You were sitting up now, crossing your arms and standing before Rafa.
“That’s ridiculous.”
Rafa looked like he was about to explode. He threw his hands up in the air and walked out of your room.
“OF COURSE IT IS! RIDICULOUS!” He was really agitated.
“Yeah, I know all too well that you think it's ridiculous for me to want to be with you. I don’t know what makes you think I’m not good enough for you?”
“Good enough for ME? You’re the one running around with all the model/actress types, you’re the one who thinks I’m beneath you. You said so that one night when you said we were ‘Platonic Ride or Dies.’”
“Here we go! Total distortion! Did you hear what you said before I said that? You said I was like your brother. Your brother. You think it’s that disgusting to be with me.”
“I just said that because you made a face when what’s her face said we should be together.”
“I made that face because I was imagining fucking your brains out. It was probably my cum face.”
You stopped and stared at him, mouth hinged open.
“The fuck?” You burst out laughing. “You are mad outta pocket Rafa.” Rafa was rolling too. “But you ain’t gotta lie.”
Rafa stopped laughing.
“Why do you think I’m lying?”
He was moving closer to you. This felt… dangerous. He looked up and down your body, and it was the first time you felt uncomfortable being comfortable around Rafa.
“Because you told me that you wanted to just be Cuddle Buddies a month after you came back from Canada. You drew a line in the sand.”
Rafa shook his head at you and smiled, green-blue eyes twinkling.
“I knew you were too zooted. I shouldn’t have tried to shoot my shot.”
“Run that back for me?” You couldn’t believe what he was saying right now.
“What I said was..I wanted to be Cuddie buddies. Cuddie is… you know…”
He pointed to your crotch.
You looked down, and then up at him again. “I can’t with you Rafa….”
Rafa tilted his head in that sexy way at you.
“Can you really not?”
You were stunned. Rafa continued.
“But I’m serious. When you came back with ‘Cuddle Buddies,’ I thought you were blowing me off and just wanted to be friends. So, I just settled into the friend zone.”
“Do you mean you’re attracted to me? Rafa, that’s funny as hell. You want me for my body?”
Rafa raised his eyebrows at you. “Hell yeah. C’mon girl. You know you’re fine.”
Your cheeks heated up. You stared at him for what must have been a solid minute. The possibilities of this alternate reality where Rafa liked you like you liked him opened up.
“But, Rafa... I don’t wanna be just cuddie buddies.”
“Oh. Ok, Cool….” Rafa cleared his throat and looked everywhere but at you.
“I want your heart.”
Rafa paused when he heard that and his face fell as he moved toward you. He took your arms in his hands.
“Y/N I'm sorry, I can't give you my heart.”
It was your turn to pick up your face.
“’Cause you already have it.”
His mischievous grin made your stomach flip. But you were mad.
“Fuck you, Rafa.” You were laughing with happiness, despite him playing too much.
“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.” Rafa swooped down and threw you over his shoulder. “I’ve been waiting six months for that invitation.”
You were trying to kick and scream.
Raa swatted you on the ass, then smoothed his hand over the cheek that stung.
“The more you struggle, the more you’ll be begging me to stop in a few.”
You struggled some more, but he made it to your bedroom and deposited you on the bed. He glared down at you, all sexy green-eyed god.
“Try me, Y/N.”
You reached for the drawstring on his sweats.
“If you insist, Rafael.”
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Camp Willowdale / JJ Maybank AU / PART 6
Synopsis: Camp Willowdale is buzzing with new campers. It’s Caroline Windsor’s first year as a camp counsellor after attending the camp as a camper for ten years. Little does she know that this year Willowdale Lake is going to be a little different from what she is used to it being…
Warnings: future chapters may include curse words, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of sexual activities, mentions of death.
Pairings: JJ Maybank x fem OC Part 1 ; Part 2 ; Part 3 ; Part 4; Part 5 ;
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Part 6 -
49 days of camp left
“The thing I don’t understand is,” said JJ, taking a sip of his coffee several days later at breakfast, “How is everyone so chill about all of this?”
“Yeah, everyone except for us,” said Caroline.
“And Topper,” mumbled Sarah.
Her three friends all looked up at her, eyes wide.
“What?” she looked back at them, eyes equally as wide in confusion, “Why’d you think he’s been moping around camp, face looking like a slapped ass?”
“Sarah, why didn’t you say anything at the campfire?” Caroline asked angrily.
“Um, I did,” defended Sarah.
“Um, no you didn’t,” clapped back JJ, getting visibly annoyed.
John B nodded and mumbled quietly, “They’re right, you didn’t…”
“Not now, John B,” snapped Sarah at him, turning towards her other friends, “What do you mean I didn’t?”
“When we asked you about what Topper said, you literally said ‘oh nothing of importance, he doesn’t care about the bitch either’ and then you went back to glaring at those girls goggling at John B,” said JJ.
Sarah scoffed, “I was only glaring because they refuse to listen to me and only do whatever he says,”
“That’s beside the point, Sarah,” sighed JJ, “If you weren’t too busy doing that, perhaps you’d have mentioned that Topper doesn’t buy the whole boyfriend story either, which could mean that we’ve got an ally amongst all of these lunatics!”
“Sorry,” Sarah shrugged, “I guess I just got distracted,”
Caroline shook her head sighing, “Anyway, it’s almost 9,” she looked at JJ, “What’s on our schedule for today?”
“Funny you ask,” JJ responded, “We’ve actually got swimming until 11, which means the kids have swimming until 11 and we can just chill by the lake,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “If you know what I mean,”
In the days since camp began, the whole Madison thing had died down and since there was no new occurrences and, well, no new leads, Caroline and JJ decided to put their primary focus on their teens. They’d made a small rule that every time their schedule indicated that they’ve got an activity where their physical participation is not directly required, Caroline would sneak some whiskey in their thermoses and they would quietly drink it in secret, just to spice up their day.
So far Caroline was doing a pretty good job at hiding her crush on JJ, which was somehow becoming bigger by the day. For some reason everything that JJ did was attractive. Whether it was him running, or teaching the boys how to tie a noose, or eating (pretty messily) his food, or not to mention swimming practice when he was required to get naked – Caroline could just stare at him all day. She was somewhat happy about their newfound tradition of taking over some of their daily tasks while tipsy because the alcohol was somewhat helping her seem more confident and less shy.
Caroline tied her long brunette hair in a Dutch braid and smeared the tiniest bit of mascara on her lashes, just to seem effortlessly pretty, of course. She adjusted the straps of her swimsuit and grabbed her and JJ’s prefilled thermoses before heading out to meet the boy and their group in front of the camper’s cabin.
“There she is,” said JJ, unable to hide his excitement, “We ready to go?”
The campers all agreed and they made their way down towards the lake, where Caroline and JJ sat at one of the benches while their campers hurried into the water.
“Now, now, Teens 2,” said JJ after them, not too bothered about sounding strict, “Usually our timetable says swimming, but since we’re all grown ups here, we can all do whatever we want, as long as we don’t go too far away from me and Carrie’s eyesight, alright?”
Everyone agreed and JJ sat back down next to Caroline, who handed him his thermos.
“I’ve gotta give it to you, Maybank,” she said, taking a sip of the spicy liquor in her flask, “You’ve got a way with kids,”
JJ smiled down at her, taking a sip too, “I mean they’re hardly kids, C,” he said, “Besides, I try my best, I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of you,”
That blush that Caroline was all too familiar with crept back onto her cheeks, “In front of me?” she repeated, surprised.
“Yeah,” nodded JJ as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I don’t see any other pretty girls around here,”
Caroline looked in the opposite direction, too shy to look at JJ, as she took another rather large sip of her drink, “JJ…”
“What? Can’t a guy give you a compliment?” he smirked, “Hey, come on now, we’re in this together, besides… your mom did say -”
Just as Caroline was about to turn towards JJ with a panicked look in her eyes, fearing what exactly her mom had said to him, two of their campers began screaming their names, diverting both of their attentions.
“Carrie! JJ! You’ve gotta come see this!”
JJ shot up, helping Caroline up as well, as they ran towards the dock. Bobby and Eli, the two campers who had called out for them, were hastily swimming back to shore.
“What is it?” Caroline asked, worry filling up her nerves.
“We found something dope!” said Eli, reaching the dock, “But we can’t reach it without you guys’ help,”
“What did you find?” asked JJ.
“That,” Bobby pointed in the direction they’d just swam from. There, a good distance away, in the middle of the body of water, stood an abandoned-looking stilt house.
“The old lake house,” JJ and Caroline said in unison.
“That’s just an old building, it’s been there forever and there’s literally nothing in it,” explained JJ, his nerves calming down after the initial jump scare, “Trust me, we’ve looked,”
Bobby rolled his eyes, “Oh, come on, you can’t be serious,” he moaned, “That place looks wicked!”
“Yeah, if you watch a lot of horror movies,” said Caroline, “JJ’s right, there’s nothing in there. I’ve been numerous times, it looks way cooler in your imagination, believe me. Reality is underwhelming,”
Eli crossed his arms, “If it’s so underwhelming why don’t you wanna take us there?”
JJ sighed, “Eli, taking you there would require taking the boats, which we’re not allowed to do unless it’s on our schedule, which it’s not, and if we take you there, we’d have to take everyone there, and -”
“Take everyone where?” came Jennie, another one of their campers’, voice suddenly.
“Yeah, JJ,” more campers gathered around the dock, “Where are you taking us?”
JJ and Caroline sighed in defeat as they shared a defeated look, making Bobby and Eli high five in victory.
“Change of plans, kids,” said JJ finally, giving in, “Swimming’s cancelled, looks like we’re going to be learning how to row today,”
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“You sure about this?” JJ grabbed Caroline’s hand as she was stepping off the boat and onto the back deck of the abandoned stilt house.
Caroline turned towards him and gave him a reassuring smile, “It’ll be just like the old days,” she said, her tone sounding promising.
JJ followed her onto the deck and they helped their campers tie their little boats on the deck’s cleats.
“Looks like y’all were really paying attention during our noose tying workshop,” JJ said proudly as he double-checked that all the boats were securely tied, “I’m gonna make sure to bring that up to Miss P and we might have a shot of winning at the Will-all-hail banquet,”
Caroline snorted at the name, “So tacky…”
“Come on guys, follow me and Carrie and watch your steps,” JJ signaled, catching everyone’s attention, “This place is crazy old so be careful! One wrong step and you may end up in the water,”
Carefully, the group entered the old creaky building. It was all too familiar to Caroline and JJ, the smell of mold and condensation hitting their nostrils as the single dusty dark room they had secretly lurked into numerous times as kids presented itself in front of them. Part of Caroline had always secretly wished for the old lake house to serve as a passageway to a parallel universe, or to hold some great big secret, or even to be inhabited by the not-so-friendly ghost of whoever built it back in the day, however unsurprisingly, nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet again. The room was empty, other than the numerous spider webs which decorated almost every corner and crease.
“There you go,” Caroline said, turning to leave, “Nothing to see here,”
JJ agreed, “As always, underwhelming and empty,”
“If it’s so empty,” spoke one of the campers, “then what’s that?” the teenager pointed in the direction of where there was once a door leading towards the front deck.
Everyone’s heads turned in that direction and sure enough, on one of the old nails sticking out of the door frame, was hung a piece of red fabric, barely noticeable from the inside, let alone from where the shore to camp was.
“Stand back,” said Caroline, slowly stepping forward towards the fabric. She peeped her head through the door hole cautiously, checking if there was anyone on the front deck, holding her breath as she did so. She breathed out in relief once she saw that the coast was clear and analyzed the fabric, “Hey, J, can you come over?”
JJ, half-impressed, half-paralyzed, snapped back to reality as he walked over to the girl who now looked so brave in his eyes, mentally slapping himself for not being a man and volunteering to go instead of her.
“Why does this look familiar?” Caroline said once JJ came over to piece of clothing. It turned out to be a dress.
JJ shrugged, pulling at the material and taking a sniff, “Whoever’s it is was here recently,” he said, “Smell of perfume is fresh,” he sniffed again, “And super strong,” he scrunched his nose, a look of disgust on his face.
Caroline took a sniff too, “Yeah, that smell is so familiar, but where from…” she sniffed again, closing her eyes in an attempt to figure out where she recognized the scent from.
“Probably one of the girls from your cabin,” concluded JJ, “I’d put my money on Jenna Kinley, she seems like the type to sneak around,”
Caroline smirked, “Sounds about right, she was probably up here sneaking around with Barry, I hear her talking about him all the time,” she unhooked the dress from the nail, “I’ll bring it back to her, she must think she’s lost it,”
JJ nodded and they led the campers out of the stilt house and onto shore again. Caroline tucked the dress in her bag along with her thermos and waited until after everyone’s daily activities were over to meet Sarah by the showers and tell her about her and JJ’s scandalous little discovery. Ever since they’d arrived at Camp Willowdale and had their phones taken away for the rest of the summer, the only source of news and gossip was whatever was happening around camp, and since it wasn’t all that much, every little bit of spice counted.
“So how was archery?” she asked Sarah as she folded her underwear and turned the water in her shower on.
Sarah followed in after her, not bothering on going into a neighboring shower stall. They had developed his habit of showering together about three days into camp, with Sarah seemingly having separation anxiety and insisting that “they’ve both got the same bits and pieces” and that how “any guy would be lucky to be in the position Caroline is in,”.
The blonde groaned as she squeezed some of her purple shampoo in her palm, foaming it up and working it into her hair, “Horrible,” she said, “How do you see me with a bow and arrows?”
“Do you really want me to answer that question?” teased Caroline, mirroring Sarah’s actions and washing her hair.
“Whatever, C,” Sarah rolled her eyes, “How was your swim date with your boyfriend?”
“Okay, first of all, he’s not my boyfriend,” said Caroline earning a smug look from Sarah, “And second, you’ll never guess what we found,”
“Oooh, is it the incessant lust you have for each other?” teased Sarah.
“No, it’s better,” said Caroline, ignoring her friend’s words, “We went to the old lake house and we may or may not have found what we believe to be Jenna’s dress just hanging there,” Sarah’s eyes widened at her words, “Yeah, we assume she’s sneaking around with Barry, how fucking scandalous is that?”
“Shut up!” gasped Sarah.
Caroline nodded excitedly, “Right? She’s been yapping about him nonstop and we just put two and two together,”
“Who’d have thought… little miss perfect and Barry,” scoffed Sarah, “D’you have the dress? It’ll be so embarrassing once you give it back to her, I can picture her face already,”
“You bet I do, it’s in my bag,” said Caroline, “Must’ve done the deed recently, it still reeks of her,” she scrunched her nose at the thought of the horrible smell.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, “What’re you pulling that face for? Does she smell that bad?”
Caroline shook her head, “It’s her perfume,” she explained, “Smells like what I imagine Miss P’s underwear drawer smelling like,”
Sarah scoffed, “Now you’ve got me intrigued,” she quickly rinsed her hair and body off, hurrying for her towel, “Where’d you say this dress was?”
Caroline nodded her head in the direction of her bag, “Somewhere in my bag,” she said, “But I’m being serious – you’ve been warned,”
As she continued rinsing her hair, Sarah dove her hand into Caroline’s bag, searching for the dress in question. When she finally felt it in her hand, she pulled the piece of clothing out pressing it against her nose to take a sniff. Her eyes widened in horror as realization consumed her.
“Carrie…” she mumbled not loud enough for her friend to look up, “Carrie, this isn’t Jenna’s dress,” she spoke louder.
This time, Caroline looked up at Sarah with a look of confusion in her eyes.
“The perfume you’re talking about,” said Sarah, “It’s Guerlain Shalimar, I’d recognize it anywhere,”
“Your point being…?”
“This perfume doesn’t belong to Jenna,” Sarah turned to look at Caroline, her eyes still wide in horror, “It’s Madison’s,”
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let’s just pretend
w/c: 3.5k
warnings: rom com references, drinking, and a little bit of angst
summary: you cope with your feelings for peter by getting drunk on halloween
a/n: ok i really really love this and i loved writing it too? it’s the first like original idea i’ve had in a while so maybe that’s why but yeah i hope y’all enjoy and that this puts you in a halloweenish mood :-)
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there’s something about fall that makes you nostalgic. the same images pop into your head whenever you hear the word october. pumpkin patches, colorful leaves, and hot coffee. it reminds you of being a kid. only when you were a kid, all you could think about this time of year was what you were going to be for halloween.
you’d spend weeks getting your costume together and coordinating with all your friends. trick or treating was literally the only thing that mattered. if you wanted to get good candy, you had to have a good costume.
the high school version of candy is alcohol. everyone just goes to parties so they can drink the whole night. no one even dresses up usually. you personally would rather have chocolate than cheap beer. your whole friend group agrees on that.
that’s why you decided to throw your own party this year. anyone who misses the old halloween can come hang out. so far it’s only peter, mj, ned, betty, and the rest of the decathlon team coming. betty invited everyone for you. she also asked liz, but she’s going to flash’s party. he only gets so many people because his parents are never home and don’t care if he raids the liquor cabinet. whatever.
you’re out finding something to wear with peter and mj a few hours before it starts. ned and betty already picked their costumes. she’s going as an angel, and he’s going as the devil. you think they should switch. they’re out shopping for snacks while the three of you hit up spirit halloween.
mj groans every single second there’s silence, and peter keeps getting scared by the motion sensor decorations. he eventually ends up having to go somewhere in the store that doesn’t have any. so, it’s a lot.
“why don’t you be a vampire?” mj asks in her fake interested voice, taking a pair of fangs off the rack in front of her. you scoff. “i think i did that in sixth grade.” she puts them back with a huff. “witch?” she’s just suggesting every costume she sees so you can get out of here. her lack of enthusiasm makes you want to take longer.
“no.”
“zookeeper?”
“eh.”
“what about cat in the hat?”
“mj, what? no.”
“uh... school girl?”
“ok, that’s just offensive.”
“you’re right. why do they have that?” she eyes the costume suspiciously. you cover it up with a random cloak that fell onto the floor. you’re never going to find anything at this point. maybe it’s a sign you’re too old for this. just when you’re about to lose all hope, peter comes over.
he’s holding up the plaid yellow skirt and blazer cher wears in clueless. it’s one of the most iconic rom com outfits. you grab it with a gasp, peter giving you a knowing smile. “oh my god! wait, where did you find this?” “they have a section with movie stuff.” there’s a han solo costume in his other hand.
you throw an arm around his neck for a quick hug. peter squeezes you and chuckles when he pulls away. it gets a sigh out of mj.
“sure you don’t wanna be the guy she ends up with?” she elbows peter’s arm. the two of you share a disgusted look. “josh? ew, he’s her ex stepbrother,” you dismiss her. “they’re, like, related,” peter adds. mj rolls her eyes almost to the back of her head and starts to walk away. “someone needs to unplug both of your tv’s.” you and peter follow after her.
of course she would suggest a couple’s costume. she was probably trying to make you both get weird. you’re always being teased for spending so much time together. even your parents and may make little comments about it. you can’t help the fact that you have almost everything in common.
peter is the only person your age who doesn’t try so hard to be cool. when you’re with him, you can be the biggest nerd and wear fluffy pajamas and play with legos. it’s a judgement free friendship.
you’ll admit you’ve wanted it to become a judgement free relationship. there’s no way he doesn’t feel your heart beating against him when you cuddle during movie nights. he has to notice your goofy smile whenever he calls you a nickname.
but, it could all be platonic in peter’s mind. maybe he sees you as more of a sister. that would make josh the perfect costume to go with you as cher.
you shutter and try to push the idea out of your mind for the rest of your time at spirit halloween.
it’s almost time for the party to start when you get back to your house. your parents let betty and ned in to start setting up on their way out. they’re going for dinner so they aren’t around to embarrass you. you have until midnight, then there’s nothing you can do. that gives you four hours.
mj is changing into the coraline costume you made her get, which she actually doesn’t hate. betty is helping you do some last minute decorating. peter and ned are putting out snacks. it’s a really good system you have.
“love the the plaid, y/n. you look so fetch!” betty compliments in between throwing fake cobwebs over your couch. you snort and finish stringing up some lights. “wrong movie, but thanks.” “oh. oops,” she shrugs and gets back to cobwebbing. “peter found it for me.” all the lights are up, so you go to plug them in. betty giggles on your way over.
your living room has an orange glow to it now. dusting your hands off, you admire your work. the moment of admiration ends when you notice how betty is looking at you. “what?” “peter found it for you,” she repeats suggestively. “when he was getting his costume, yeah,” you say like it’s nothing because it is nothing.
“so, what i’m hearing is he wanted to see you in a skirt.” you furrow your eyebrows at her. “what? no, he just-“ she wiggles her own eyebrows at you. you’re going to start sweating if you talk about this any longer. too aware of yourself now, you pull down your skirt and trudge over to the stairs. “i’m gonna go check on mj.”
you’re in the middle of convincing her she looks great and to leave your room when everyone calls your name downstairs.
“what?” you shout back from behind the closed door. “you should get down here.” it’s only peter this time. mj widens her eyes at you, but you’re gone before she can say she isn’t wearing this again.
you make your way down the stairs. the three of them are huddled in front of the door. “is someone here?” you mouth, ned looking off to the side awkwardly. they all move out of the way so you can see who it is. it’s flash. you’re obviously surprised to see him at your house, especially since he’s supposed to be having his own party right now.
“um, what are you doing here?” you try not to sound mean. “didn’t you invite the whole decathlon team? i’m on it.” you’d forgotten about that. peter says he’s only an alternate. flash side steps past you to get inside. you didn’t say he could come in. he heads straight to the chip bowl on your living room coffee table. you’re left shaking your head in pure confusion.
“dude, kick him out,” ned whispers to you. you wave your hand dismissively and walk over. he’s kicking his legs up on the table when you get there. “dope outfit. you look good.” he winks and crunches on a tostito. peter is clenching his jaw, but no one sees. “why are you in my house, flash?” you push the bowl away from him. “oh, yeah. my parents came home from vegas early.”
mj finally gets downstairs, squinting at whatever is going on with you while she walks over to everyone else. “i thought we could combine parties.” flash eyes your friends in a way you don’t like. “all your guests are pretty much here, so don’t worry about space.”
you look back at peter to see what he thinks. he shakes his head no. betty is nodding her head so fast you’re pretty sure she’s going to get whiplash. ned agrees with whatever she thinks, and mj doesn’t care. majority rules. plus, you could use one of flash’s playlists to liven things up. how bad could it really be?
“text everyone my address.”
people are flooding your house in the next fifteen minutes. like, your entire grade might be here. flash hooks his phone up to your speakers and blasts his songs. people grab fistfuls of candy and dance around. you’re running low on soda, but one guy brought extra drinks. alcoholic drinks, which you’re uneasy about. that was a big reason why you wanted to have your own party in the first place.
you don’t want to be a lame host, so you let it slide. a girl is sitting on top of your kitchen counter making out with someone. people are yelling so loud you can’t make out a single conversation. this is all going on and yet somehow, the most surprising thing is that they came in costume. some are more casual, like cat ears and lifeguard hoodies. it still counts.
feeling a little bit lost in your own house, you search for peter. he’s sitting on the top stair just watching what’s going on. you get his attention by throwing a mini packet of sour patch kids at him. he catches it, grinning when he realizes you did that. “i love these.” “good. they were the only ones left.” you take a seat next to him and scratch at the material of his vest for emphasis.
“i can’t believe you said yes to him.” peter opens the sour patch kids. the first one is yellow, so he offers it to you. sharing food with him always works because you each seem to like what the other doesn’t. “neither can i, but i think betty would’ve actually hurt me if i didn’t,” you joke while chewing. he rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “please. she’s too nice.”
you lean your head on peter’s shoulder and grab another gummy. he pokes your arm in protest. “this bag is small. get your own.” you’re nuzzling your cheek against him. “i told you they’re gone.” he’s about to put an arm around you when someone screams downstairs. you quickly sit up.
“i’m gonna go see what the hell that was. i’ll find you later?” peter does his best to hide his disappointment. “yeah, of course. good luck.” you clench your teeth and run down the stairs. this is somehow flash’s fault.
it’s been an hour and a half, and peter is nowhere to be seen. the chaos was just that someone really liked the song that was playing. it didn’t take you long to figure that out. when you went to tell peter, he was gone. you’ve looked everywhere for him since, except the backyard.
a pretty big group of people is out here either playing catch or talking. someone also brought a case of beer outside. you spot mj huddled up by the fence with a bottle. it doesn’t necessarily surprise you. it’s weird to see, either way.
“have you seen peter?” you walk up to her. she uses the bottle to gesture somewhere. he’s in the middle of a conversation with liz. your entire body feels like it’s collapsing into itself. it didn’t cross your mind she would be coming even when the party moved to your house.
she’s nice and all. you don’t have any issues with her. not that she knows about, at least. peter had the biggest crush on her for about a month, then it fizzled out. that’s what he told you. unless, he said that to save face.
you’re speechless. mj figured you would be. she gives you a sympathetic smile and holds out her beer. “yep. drink up.” your instincts tell you to take it, so you do. she heads back inside and leaves you alone with your thoughts. that’s not good for you. the only to way to get rid of them is by chugging the rest of this bottle.
you’ve never had your own drink before, and technically you aren’t now. this is still the most alcohol you’ll ever have in your system. before you can change your mind, you take a generous swig. it’s bitter. you don’t hate it as much as you expected to, though.
your eyes land on liz touching peter’s shoulder. that inspires your next big gulp of beer. you finish off the rest, and it hits you fast. you’re understanding why this is such a popular vice. you don’t feel anything but how tipsy you are. light and floaty. you decide to stumble back into the kitchen and find out what other drinks people brought.
the bright color of your costume catches peter’s attention. he was wondering where you were. excusing himself from liz, he follows you in. you bump into betty on your way to the punch bowl someone filled. she’s holding a red solo cup with the mystery liquid. both of you buzzed, you laugh and grab her arm.
“sorry. s- sorry.” you’re squeezing behind her, her angel wings brushing against your face in the process. you have to weave through everyone to make it to the drink table. peter meets you there when you’re getting a cup. he’s shocked.
“y/n?” smiling lazily, you take a sip. “hey, peter. pete.” the sober voice in your head tells you to stop talking. he probably shouldn’t know you’re drunk. then again, your cup gives it away. “y/n, have you been drinking?” he sounds concerned. everything is funny to you right now. you giggle out a “yes.”
peter doesn’t want to be that person, but you’re not acting right. he reaches for your drink. you pull it away too abruptly, and some of it spills onto the floor. “you... you’re so...“ you start losing your balance. “woah.” peter wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. he takes the drink out of your hand and sets it on the table.
frowning, he throws your arm around his shoulders so he can help you get upstairs. “come on, y/n/n.” you don’t argue this time. you’re at the part of being drunk where it doesn’t feel good anymore. peter holds you close to his side and walks you out of the kitchen. he stops to talk to ned for a second.
“hey, man. y/n’s parents are gonna be home soon. could you get everyone out?” he says into his ear. “why can’t she do it?” peter moves out of the way so he’s not blocking you. ned sees. you’re completely faded. “oh, shit. is she okay?” he whisper yells. “i’m gonna take care of her.” “i’ll tell everyone to go.” peter presses his lips into a tight smile, then he’s taking you up to your room.
you flop down onto your bed face first. peter shuts the door behind you. “you okay?” he chuckles, you nodding with your face smushed into the comforter. he’d think it was cute if you weren’t piss drunk. gently nudging you, he moves you so you’re on your back.
“let’s get you out of this.” “ooh, betty was right. you do like me in a skirt,” you giggle and bat your eyelashes at him. he huffs. “no, i mean you have to put on pajamas.” you’re pouting now. “you don’t like me in a skirt?” after going through your drawers, he comes back over with a big t-shirt and fuzzy pants. “i never said that.”
you grin again and grab them from him. “ha.” “do you need help changing?” he sits at the edge of your bed. you’re still laying down. he’s not sure you can handle getting up. “no. don’t be creepy,” you say completely serious. peter has to remind himself you’re drunk. “you were the one who thought i wanted you naked, but ok.”
making peter close his eyes, you peel the costume off your body. you got pretty sweaty. you kick everything onto the floor and start putting on your pajamas. your head gets stuck in an arm hole by accident, so peter has to fix that. the rest is fine. he’s about to bring you into the bathroom to brush your teeth, but you face plant into his lap. you’re out.
the next morning, you wake up feeling like ass. your breath is hot and tastes disgusting. your head is pounding. you could throw up. you’re not even sure how you ended up in your bed. then, you notice peter sitting at your desk. he must have helped you in.
a vague memory of him tucking you under the covers while you whined comes back to you, along with a few others. one of them is of him and liz. the whole reason you did this to yourself.
“hey.” your voice comes out hoarse. “hi.” peter nods and points to your night table. there’s a fresh glass of water. you drink it all down as fast as humanely possible, a hand on your heart. it doesn’t phase him after what you did last night. you set the empty glass down and pat the spot next to you. peter sits by your side.
he’s still dressed as han solo, but his vest and belt are sprawled out on the floor. the boots are under your desk. he actually stayed all night for you.
“i think i’m hungover.” you rest your head against his arm. his body relaxes. “you didn’t drink that much. mj said she gave you half a beer,” he almost laughs, you groaning. “that means i’m a lightweight.” “for now.” your arm wrapping around his, you look up at him.
“sorry you had to deal with me. am i in trouble?” “nah, your parents don’t know. we cleaned everything up before they got home.” he lightly pats the top of your head with two fingers. you squeeze your eyes shut when he does it. “you did? thank you so much, wow.” peter nods and smiles for a second.
he lays his back against the pillow on his side. “let’s just pretend that never happened.” “you’re good at pretending,” you mumble to yourself. you’re not as quiet as you think because peter hears it. “um, what?” you feel too woozy to come up with a cover. letting out a breath, you take your head and hands off of him.
“i saw you talking with liz.” “she wanted to know if i could lead decathlon practice next week. she’s not gonna be in school,” he says slowly, not getting it. “why?” having to spell it out is making you frustrated. “didn’t you say you don’t like her anymore?” “yeah, i don’t.”
“so, why was she being all... touchy?” the jealousy is clear in your voice. peter shrugs. “that’s how liz is. i still don’t get why it matters.” you ease yourself to sit up and turn to face him. those three words you’ve been meaning to tell him are on the absolute tip of your tongue. they’re about to come out.
then...
“i like you, y/n.”
peter says them for you.
you’re so surprised you nearly vomit for real. or, it could be the possible hangover. almost a minute has gone by when you realize you’ve been sitting there with your mouth hanging open. you swallow your spit. “you... you do?” “a lot. i kept trying to tell you, but there was never a good time.” his voice is softer now.
“i realized after homecoming. i wished i went with you instead of...” he doesn’t have to finish the sentence. you nod, a small smile spreading across your face. peter’s eyes are so hopeful. “i like you, too. a lot.” your gaze trails down to his lips.
“i’d kiss you if my breath didn’t stink.” “i’ll let you owe me one.” he’s fully grinning now, and both of you laugh. they’re the kind of laughs you do because you’re so happy you don’t know what to say.
peter presses his lips to your temple, your eyes fluttering closed. “get some more sleep. i’m gonna ask you out when you wake up,” he mumbles against your hair. you grab his hand that’s resting on the comforter. “can you stay with me?” “of course.”
he lays down next to you. you pull back the covers so he can get under them. your head is resting on his chest, an arm around his torso. both of his hug your waist. you’re instantly comfortable cuddled up in his embrace. you drift off to sleep with a smile.
this feels like such a dream. it’s the exact type of situation you’d make up in your head. but, it’s real. peter is still holding you when you wake up. he’s not going anywhere.
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