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cruel summer (kenny's version)

my masterlist.

entry 4 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: a detailed account of your summer fling with kenny mccormick.

pairing: kenny mccormick x reader (college!au kinda)

fandom: south park

warnings: implied nsfw. substance use (alc/weed/nic). language. vomiting.

notes: based on cruel summer by taylor swift. this was not beta read. we die like kenny.

word count: 7.9k

It all started and ended in Kenny McCormick’s rundown, single cab pickup truck. It was summer time and Kenny’s main friend group had all separated for this one lone week despite everyone being home from college. Stan was still on the outskirts of town at Tegridy Farms. Eric had been dragged out of state to visit family. Kyle was in Denver doing a week-long intensive course.

Kenny was in community college, about to wrap up an associates in computer sciences, a few classes short of graduation. He was also working full-time at the local Best Buy doing tech support, but somehow he’d managed to have three days off in a row towards the end of the week. However, this had to be the worst time for him to have next-to-nothing to do.

You were in Marjorine’s bathroom, standing over her as she sat on the toilet, pink dye that was scented like lemon drop candy was coating the ends of her naturally blonde hair when your phone rang.

“Marj, can you see who that is and let me decide whether or not I”m gonna get you to answer that?”

The blonde girl laughed, “Sure thing!”

She grabbed your phone and looked at the screen, “It’s Kenny!”

“Kenny McCormick?”

You said that like there was any other Kenny in your hometown. There was no confusion in your question, though, just a slight bit of disbelief. You’d had feelings for Kenny since high school that’d been a long-kept secret for various reasons. First, you thought Marjorine liked him, but apparently not. In reality, Marjorine is just a helpless romantic who has a slight attraction to all of her friends, you included. Then, he ended up in a weird situationship with Tammy Mullins and then “cheated” on Tammy Mullins with his ex, Tammy Warner, if you can even cheat on a fuckbuddy.

Kenny didn’t have the most savory reputation in South Park when it came to women. He was a flirt who made it known to everyone how much he liked the ladies and with his charm and rugged looks, he oftentimes was able to pull any girl that he fed the right line to. You felt like it was pointless to pursue him, because you’d inevitably get your heartbroken and look like an idiot much like Tammy Mullins when she attempted to beat the ever living shit out of Tammy Warner for the aforementioned incident.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” Marjorine spoke in a sing-song voice that let you know that she was highly anticipating overhearing this conversation.

You rolled your eyes, “Go ahead.”

Marjorine swiped the answer bar, “Well hi, Ken!”

“Hi, Barbie!” Kenny didn’t miss a beat, a chuckle to his voice, “Where’s Y/N?”

“I’m right here. What’s up, Kenny?” You spoke, distracting your nerves by finishing up Marjorine’s hair and making sure that the color was evenly spread with meticulous attention to detail.

“Just wanted to see if you ladies wanted to chill at Stark’s Pond later. The guys are all out of town doing fuck knows what and I have like...three days off of work and I’ve already bored myself to death.”

“You mean to tell me you’ve already gotten bored with jacking off and hitting up girls on Snap? Are you feeling okay, bud?” You said with a smirk, eliciting a gasp at your language from the blonde sitting underneath you.

“Ha ha…hilarious. I haven’t jacked it at all today. I’m waiting to see you in a bikini at the pond so I can have that mental image to cross that off my list.”

“Cute.”

“Gross, Ken!”

He chuckled again, “Are you guys coming or what?”

You looked at Marjorine and she looked at you. Before you could contemplate a response, she replied for you, “We’ll be there! Does 3:00 work?”

You shot her a look and she grinned mischievously. “Yeah, for sure. You make sure to look cute too, Marj. I’ve got a lot of free time coming up.” You could hear his smirk through the phone, earning him another eye roll.

“Oh shut it, Kenny. We’ll see you later.”

“Okay! Love you guys, bye!”

“Love you too!” Marjorine replied, hanging up the phone and looking over her shoulder at you with a smile.

“I hate you.”

“Nuh uh.”

“I’m going to drown you when I rinse you.”

“Oh, hamburgers.”

A few hours later, you were in your room putting on high waisted black bikini bottoms with a black and white striped top as you were trying to call Marjorine to determine whether or not the suit was too modest or just right. You’d called several times, but she still wasn’t answering. You turned your attention to your hair, putting it in two braids, when you finally heard your ringtone.

“Hey, are you okay? I tried calling like a hundred times.” You spoke over speaker phone, starting on your other braid.

“Yeah, I suppose I’m alright…well, a little anyway.” She sounded sad. You’d be willing to bet the $500 sitting in your savings account that you knew where this conversation was going.

“What happened?”

“Well, you see, my dad was real sore about my hair. He said it made me look cheap and…”

“You’re grounded…”

“Yeah…”

You sighed, “Marj, we’re twenty. Your dad can’t ground you forever.”

She sighed back, “I know…I keep hoping that maybe he’ll stop the older I get, but really, I’m getting older everyday and he’s not stopping!”

You groaned, flopping back on your bed, “So, I’m just going to go hang out with Kenny alone…”

“You say that like you haven’t wanted to date him since we were in high school.” Marjorine said, a smile clearly perking up on her face. You could tell by her tone.

“Yeah, but like..” You tried to start replying back.

“But nothing! Go and have a good time!” she said, “And use protection!”

“Marjorine!” You gasped, shaking your head at her response.

“I’m just saying.” She replied. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Marjorine, are you on your phone?!” Her father’s voice boomed.

“No, dad…I’m just…uh…talking to myself!” She replied back nervously. You could hear her father barking out orders at her to stay quiet and to think about what she’d done. Quickly, she wished you luck and ended the call.

You looked at your phone, noticing it was almost time for you to leave and decided that you would start gathering your things so that you could go. Once you arrived, you immediately noticed Kenny’s truck. It was an older model with rusted parts, chipped paint, and numerous crude and comedic stickers littering both the back glass and the door to the bed.

Part of you wanted him to not show up. Sure, you’d been harboring a crush on Kenny, but to think you’d be able to pull him? There was no way. He liked girls with big boobs, curves, full lips, and gorgeous skin. Compared to those girls, you just felt normal, like there was nothing special about you. You’d been told you were beautiful, funny, and smart, but going after Kenny still felt futile.

You parked next to his truck and then got out, walking towards the pond with your bag in hand. You soon noticed the blonde boy laying on a tattered quilt blanket. He was wearing only orange swim trunks and a pair of aviator sunglasses. His head turned toward you and he did a double take, tossing his hand up to greet you.

You walked over and sat your bag down next to the blanket. Kenny let out a soft wolf-whistle. “Baby, baby, baby…” He said, “I thought the view of the pond was beautiful, but you’ve got it beat.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down on the blanket. “You’re full of it, Ken.” you said. He chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m just observing.”

“Uh huh…”

“Where’s Marj?”

“Grounded”

“Shit…I mean, that sucks, but hey…” He turned on his side to look at you, “At least we get some time just you and me, right?”

Your chest tightened and you took a deep breath, “Mhmmm…”

“So…you seeing anyone?”

You rolled your eyes again. He was always so flirty with everyone. This was his baseline. You had to keep this at the front of your mind and just roll with his advances and play along with the game he was initiating.

You shook your head, taking out your sunscreen. You twisted the nozzle so that it would spray and went over your arms, chest, and legs. Kenny held his hand out and you handed the bottle to him, expecting him to apply a coat to his already tanned skin. Instead, he sat up and slid behind you and sprayed your back.

“What are you…?” You lost your train of thought as he reached up and started gently rubbing it into your back.

Your breath hitched in your throat, “U-Uh…it’s…it’s touch free…”

“Oh?” He said. You could hear the smirk in his voice, “I didn’t read the bottle.” He leaned in closer to you until his breath was on your ear, “My bad…”

A shiver ran down your spine and he laughed under his breath again, moving back to the blanket. “So, why’d Clyde say he’d been talking to you if you’re single, then?”

“Because he’s full of shit.”

It was a plain reply to the question because that was the honest truth. Clyde tended to be a bit of an attention seeker and this kind of behavior was a norm with him almost as much as being flirtatious was to Kenny.

“Interesting…” Kenny laughed, “I think you should take that up with him.”

“It’s not that serious.” You laughed, laying back on the blanket, turning your head to look at him.

“I think you should tell him that you’re not talking to him because you’re talking to me.”

“Lie to end a lie?”

“Doesn’t have to be a lie.”

“You’re something else, you know that, right?”

The small talk and banter between the two of you went on for what felt like minutes, but upon looking at the clock on your lockscreen, you found out it’d been hours. The sun was starting to set and the two of you were the last people remaining at the pond.

“We should go get food.” You suggested, gesturing towards him with his sunglasses that you were holding, having taken them from him hours ago upon realizing that yours had been left in Marjorine’s car days ago.

“Or we could skinny dip and then get food.” He retorted, shrugging as if he didn’t ask you to get naked in public with him.

“You’re insane.”

“Some people would find that hot, you know?”

“Pretty sure skinny dipping is illegal.”

“No guts, no glory…plus, our police force is a joke. I think we’ll be fine.”

“You think.”

Kenny got up from the blanket and started down to the water. He turned towards you and smirked. “I know…” He then jumped into the water, making a large splash that landed on the blanket and your legs.

He re-emerged only seconds later and held his swim trunks over his head. “Kenny!” You gasped.

“Yes?” His smile was absolutely devious. You got up and walked to the edge of the water only for him to pull his hand back and send his swim trunks launching towards you, only landing on your feet due to the weight of the water in the fabric.

You couldn’t think of anything else to say so you just crossed your arms over your chest and watched the blonde who was currently smiling so widely you could finally see the small gap in his smile from his missing tooth. You had to admit…the colors and lighting of the sunset mixed with the beads of water rolling down his shoulders and his wet hair…If Kenny was anything, it was beautiful.

“Take a picture sweetheart, it’ll last longer.” You’d gotten caught. You took a hard swallow, choosing not to respond to his comment. “Man, this water is getting cold…it’d be nice if someone else would join me so I could suck up their body heat.”

He couldn’t be that desperate. You sighed, “Okay…okay…”

You jumped in, resurfacing right in front of him moments later. He grinned playfully. “Lucky me.” He closed the gap between you two, wrapping his arms around your waist and bringing your body in close to him.

“You are ridiculous.” You tried to sound stern, but you couldn’t help but form a smile at his reaction to your presence. He seemed genuinely happy to have you in the water with him with your bodies so close together…but of course he does. It’s Kenny. Something like this is his idea of paradise. You were brought back to your thoughts earlier about Kenny’s baseline and his affinity for the ladies.

“You still with me?” he asked, noticing how your thoughts had drifted from your current position to the depths of your mind. You turned your attention back to him, “Yeah, I was just…thinking…”

“Bout what?” he asked, reaching up to play with the end of your hair delicately,

“You”

“Me? Huh, it really is my lucky day, isn’t it?”

“Who says it’s good?”

“Well, damn, the thought didn’t cross my mind, but I guess you’re right.” He chuckled.

He leaned in, his lips curved up in a smirk as he leaned in in an attempt to kiss you. You reached up with two fingers and pressed them to his lips to stop him. He pulled back and laughed, shaking his head.

“You’re naked in a pond with me right now…I don’t think that should be our first kiss.”

“So, you’re telling me that if I put my clothes back on, you’d kiss me?”

“We’ll see…”

“I never thought I’d want to get my clothes back on with you instead of staying naked.” he said.

A few minutes later, Kenny was redressed and you’d dried off and put the t-shirt he’d come to the pond in over your suit. It was now fully dark, the only light coming from his headlights after he’d turned the car on.

“So…where do you wanna go for food?” he asked, leaning against the car. You shrugged and stood beside him, leaning your back against the vehicle as well. “I”m up for anything, really. I’m not picky. Anything beats frozen waffles for the fourth time this week.”

“McDonald’s?” You questioned, earning a nod in response from the blonde.

“Before we go, though…you said that if we weren’t naked and in the pond you’d kiss me.”

You let out a deep breath from your nose and looked at him, not responding, but raising both eyebrows questioning him ever so slightly.

“So…can we?” He grinned.

“Why do you want to kiss me anyway? You can have your pick of any girl in South Park…or have you just blown through all of your options over the years and I’m the last girl on the list?” You questioned, “It’s not like you’ve actively tried pursuing me before. Why now?”

Kenny looked taken aback by your question, “I…” He paused, as if trying to gather his thoughts. You must’ve honestly thrown him a curveball he was never expecting. “I don’t know…guess I thought you’d never go for me. You’re kind of too good for me. At least, that’s what Marj says.”

“Marj? What’d she say?”

“Oh, I told her I wanted to ask you out like…Christmastime-ish…and she was like ‘Nah, she’s too smart and too good for you. She won’t put up with your shit.’ and one night, after smoking a blunt, I thought some more about it and realized that she’s probably right and that you’re not going to put up with my shit and that even though you’re totally one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen I…”

You cut him off by leaning in to kiss his lips. He smiled against your lips and instantly kissed back, moving over you to lean you even further back against the hood of his truck, resting both arms on each side of your head until one hand slid down and came to rest on your hip, hooking his finger into your belt loop to pull you in closer. You kept kissing him, letting your hands slide down his bare chest, a shiver running down your spine at the small moan that left his lips as your hands moved. Finally, you had to pull back to catch your breath.

You took a second, just looking at him, your E/C eyes staring into his baby blues. Then, you spoke up, “I'm still not putting up with your shit, though.” You both laughed in response and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Makes sense.” He said, leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss once again turned heated, you locking a leg around his waist and his hands traveling past the hem of his shirt that you were wearing to caress the slightly exposed skin of your abdomen and then move to your back, reaching up to play with the tie on your bathing suit. You stopped him, putting a hand up to his arm to get his attention.

“Shit…” He shook his head, “I”m sorry, I–”

“Don’t apologize.” You began, “I just think it’d be a little more private in the truck.”

That’s how you found yourself on your back in the cramped single cab of Kenny’s truck for the first time that summer. His lips were traveling down your body and your chest was rising and falling at a rapidly increasing pace the further he maneuvered himself downward. You glanced down at him and met his eyes as he looked up at you, his fingers hooked themselves in the sides of your swimsuit bottoms. He shifted his position a little as he was still partially standing outside of the truck.

You could barely make out his features in the dim overhead light of the truck, but you could notice how his eyes were a deeper shade of blue than earlier. His face was flushed, his shaggy mullet was even messier from the presence of your hands, and he was wearing a shit-eating grin that looked absolutely devious, but you could’ve sworn you’d never seen anything more attractive and enticing in your life.

“G-Go ahead…”

From that point forward, any nights off you both shared were spent in either his bed, the backseat of your car, or the bed of his truck. You remembered recalling the first two weeks to Marjorine after finally deciding that things were stable enough to share with at least your best friend.

You didn’t notice that she was about to take a sip of her can of soda when you casually stated “Kenny and I are like…seeing each other…well, if fucking counts as seeing each other.” Marjorine promptly started coughing, the bright green can of Mountain Dew coming back to the carpet of her floor as she tried to regain her composure.

“Excuse me, what?”

Despite the harsh way that you would describe your encounters with the blonde, the affairs themselves were anything but. Kenny was nothing but a gentleman to you, always asking if you were alright, taking care of you afterwards, and only getting rougher with your permission. Even then, he’d talk you through it, ensuring you felt safe and comfortable no matter what. It didn’t take too long into your “relationship” for the crush you’d been harboring for years to evolve into full feelings.

Your kisses became more passionate and more frequent. Your touches became more forward and increased in frequency as well. As far as you could tell, Kenny was eating it up and taking it all in and there was no doubt in your mind that he absolutely felt the same. After consulting with Marjorine one night, you decided to finally ask Kenny the burning question.

“What are we?”

You didn’t expect the question to hang in the air the way that it did. You were sitting up in your bed, knees pulled into your chest wearing only his t-shirt and a pair of panties. Kenny was redressing himself after Cartman disrupted the nap you two had been taking by blowing up his phone, asking him to help him with some ridiculous scheme since Marjorine wasn’t answering her phone.

He turned back to you looking like a deer in the headlights. “What do you mean?” he asked as if the question wasn’t clear cut as is. You let out a mild sigh of frustration. Kenny wasn’t stupid by any means. Despite the rumors, you’d see his grades when he’d log on and check them and he was able to hack into just about any video game to make mods to fit any desire he may have during gameplay.

“Are we like…together, or?”

“Like…dating?” He was buttoning up the tacky orange Hawaiian shirt he’d been wearing, completely missing a button, obviously jarred by this conversation.

“I mean, yeah.” It came out like a question when it was definitely a statement.

He leaned against your dresser, sliding on his slip on Vans, “I mean…I don’t know.” He shrugged, “We do like…everything couples do…but I hadn’t put much thought into it.”

“You haven’t put much thought into it?” You repeated, dumbfounded at this response. He’d started saying something else, but it sounded like white noise to your ears and you quickly cut him off, “You’ve had a month and a half of spending many nights a week balls deep in me and you haven’t taken a single second to think ‘Hey, would I actually like to date this person or am I just wasting both of our time and fucking them until something better comes along?’”

Kenny really looked shocked now. Somewhere in your rant, he’d started re-buttoning his shirt, but he stopped midway when you started talking and was now looking at you with both sides of the shirt in his hand and his eyes blown wide in shock. He finally let go of the shirt to run his hands over his face.

“Y/N…”

“Kenny, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”

“What…like…I just…I don’t know and Marj has been asking me the same thing and like…I haven’t even told anyone, if I'm honest.”

“Kenny what the fuck!?” Your voice was getting louder, “Why am I some secret of yours? Is it so you can go around and fuck other girls like you’d been doing? I told you, I”m not putting up with your bullshit.”

“Oh my god…” He groaned, throwing his head back, “Listen, it’s not like that. I just…I don’t know. That’s it. I don’t know.”

Tears were welling up in your eyes, “Just get out, Kenny.”

“But…”

“Go.”

He shrugged and let out a sigh, “Okay…fine. See you around.”

As soon as you could hear the tell-tale aged, loud roar of his truck’s engine, you dissolved into tears. You pulled his shirt over your head and threw it at the wall, burying yourself under your covers as your tears turned into full sobs. How could you have been so stupid? Everything you’d ever heard about him was true and Marjorine was right. You deserved better than him.

Weeks had passed since your breakup, if you could even call it that, with Kenny. You hadn’t spoken to him since and made sure to avoid him at all costs. You were not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he’d hurt you.

It was now nearing the middle of August and the now-annual college send-off party at Tegridy Farms was rolling around signaling the end of summer and the parting of ways of all of your childhood friends that happened at this time of year.

“I still don’t want to go.” You said plainly, looking at your reflection in the mirror that hung from your bedroom door.

“It’s a tradition, Y/N and we always have fun! Remember last year when Mr. Marsh got on the karaoke machine and started singing Nicki Minaj and blacked out and broke the coffee table right before the best part of the song?” Marjorine stated, touching up her black eyeliner.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a good spot to people watch. Maybe Clyde will get shitfaced again and end up screaming and crying for Bebe to take him back and then throw up in the yard, still crying.” You chuckled.

“See, that just makes me sad. He loves her so much and she just uses that boy whenever she wants something because he’s got money.” Marjorine glanced over at you, “Clyde’s got man written by a woman energy.”

You chuckled, “Marj, just because he’s kinda got a dad bod at 20, is sensitive, and is a male Swiftie doesn’t mean that he’s written by a woman. He killed his mom because he wouldn’t put the toilet seat down. That’s giving Mojo Dojo Casa House.”

“Ken was written by a woman, though!”

Not realizing she was following up your reference, you scoffed, “Oh, he most definitely is not. He’s written by some middle aged man that thinks shock value and sex jokes are still funny at their big-old-age.”

“No, he’s not! Ken is just a himbo! He…” She paused and then realized what you’d said, “Oh…oh hamburgers…not the same Ken. I’m sorry.”

You realize what you’d said too, “My bad. I just…whew…I had a whole response to that. I’m so sorry, Marj.”

“It’s fine…and I agree. All of the broship were written by men of different ages…except Kyle…”

You stopped applying mascara to think about what she’d said and then nodded, “Sheila Brovlofski is the greatest author of our generation.”

The music was already blaring from inside when you pulled up to Tegridgy farms. Once you got out of your car, you could already smell the weed pouring outside. Typical party at Tegridgy. You reached into the pocket of your denim jacket and pulled out your vape, taking a few hits to calm your nerves. You knew, without a doubt, that you’d be running into Kenny tonight, and you weren’t sure how to handle it.

As you both approached the door, you knew you had to make up your mind sooner rather than later as to how you were going to handle this. In true fight, flight, or freeze nature, you could either avoid him at all costs, turn away and ignore him if he approaches you, or just freeze up and end up talking to him like nothing was wrong…and at this point, there was no telling as to what you’d choose.

You walked inside with your hands in your pockets, looking around to scope out the general area. There was a makeshift dance floor where multiple of your peers were either dancing or standing around, two tables of beer pong, and then the kitchen where the counters were littered with various alcohol bottles and almost artistic looking bongs.

You headed over to the counter and took a hold of the ingredients to make one of the only drinks you could confidently make for yourself: a tequila sunrise. You made yourself a double and Marjorine a single and handed it to her. “Aw, shucks, I really shouldn’t…you know how much of a light weight I am.” she said, staring into the cup, “Last time was bad…”

You chuckled, “It wasn’t that bad. You just called Eric sexy in front of a bunch of people which isn’t necessarily like…morally wrong or bad…just questionable and objectively incorrect.” You took a large sip of your drink, trying to get the alcohol to kick in as quickly as possible in case of an inevitable emergency and to drown the still lingering sorrows from that day in your bedroom.

Within the first hour of being there, you’d drank the double tequila sunrise you’d made for yourself, taken an old fashioned that Tolkien was preparing for multiple people, and had been consistently refilling your red cup with the jungle juice someone (Kenny) had prepared and put into several empty milk cartons of all things. Now, you were currently positioned at a bright green and black bong, taking a hit before passing it to one of the goth kids. Michael? Pete? Did it really matter? No, as long as it wasn’t Kenny.

You got up, fully preparing to just stride out of the kitchen and go find Marjorine but found out oh too quickly that you were too inebriated to stand up that quickly. You stumbled, vision a little blurry and your entire body feeling fuzzy.

“You okay?” The goth kid got up and leaned against his cane, extending his hand to you.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m so good. I’m great, actually.” You blew him off, grabbing your cup and taking another sip as you stumbled off towards the living room where the couches and dance floor were. You flopped down on the couch next to a boy you were actually quite familiar with. His shaggy, dark hair was peeking out of his blue and yellow chullo and he was cutting his eyes over at you almost cautiously, as if he were afraid of you doing something.

“Hey Craig!” You slurred, leaning over onto him.

“Hey, Y/N.” His voice was as monotone as ever and he kept looking around and then over at you.

“Where’s Tweek?” You asked, reaching up to play with the side of his chullo as you put your legs into his lap. The brunette took a deep breath to gain his composure, “He got a little anxious so he’s outside smoking with Bebe. Do you need something?”

“Nuh uh…I'm so good!” You said, inching closer to him.

“Uh huh…sure you are.” His eyes stayed forward despite your close proximity to his face.

“You’re so hot, you know that right?” You said.

He fully turned to you, face burning red, riddled with shock. He was about to respond, when all of a sudden a flash of an orange hoodie dropped down on the arm of the couch next to him.

“Craig Tucker, what’s up, dude?”

“Ugh, not this guy.” Your tone shifted and your lack of filter continued.

“I know…you’re mad at me, sweetheart…but I promise, you’re going to be madder at yourself in the morning.” he laughed and then looked at Craig, “Swap with me.”

Craig muttered something. You only caught, “Good luck” as he got up and reached into his pocket, taking out a box of cigarettes as he headed towards the back porch.

“Get away from me.”

“I'm not trying anything. I’m just trying to keep you safe, because you’re kinda getting messy. I’ve been there, done that…and I just don’t want you to end up trying to fuck Cartman too.”

“I wasn’t trying to fuck, Craig! You’re such a fucking idiot!”

“Babe, relax. I was talking about Marj…New Years Eve.” He leaned his head back on the back of the couch, looking over at you. You could tell that despite his ability to hold a consistent conversation, his eyes were bloodshot. He’d most likely been smoking.

“You okay?” he asked, his tone turning more serious and soft.

“I”m fine.” You took your phone out of your pocket and attempted to unlock it, or so you thought, until Kenny reached over and snatched the phone away, pressing some buttons before sliding it in his pocket.

“Hey, give that back!”

“Babygirl, you were about to summon the pigs. Randy would’ve shit his pants.” he chuckled, “Pretty sure that’s a dead giveaway that you’re not okay.”

“This is a weed farm, not like an actual farm. There’s no pigs.”

Kenny laughed rather loudly, “You are absolutely right, baby. That it is. Thanks to me.”

“Stop calling me that.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest, “And give me my fucking phone back!”

He shook his head, “Can’t do that…either of those things, actually.”

“Fine.” You stood up and walked off. It must’ve taken Kenny a moment to process, because you got a little bit of a head start before he caught up with you in a hallway, where you stumbled slightly and then ended up leaning against the wall.

You were dizzy and your body felt both light and heavy all at once. You wrapped your arms around yourself, craving some kind of pressure. You started to slide down the wall when you felt someone’s hand on your arm, following you down until you were both on the floor with whoever it was’ arms wrapped around you giving you the physical touch you’d been desiring.

“I’ve got you. You’re fine.”

You groaned. Of course, it was Kenny. You wanted to pull away, but instead you flopped over onto him, laying your head on his shoulder. He gently trailed his fingers down your bare arm, your jacket long since missing in the chaos of the party.

“You just sleepy or do you feel like you’re going to be sick or something?” he asked softly. You shook your head, “No. Where’s my fucking vape?”

Kenny chuckled lowly, “I don’t know, babe. Did you bring it in with you?”

You nodded, wrapping an arm around his middle, “My jacket.”

“You’re not wearing a jacket.”

“I am.”

“You definitely aren’t. You’re wearing a sparkly pink dress.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your exposed shoulder, “See, no jacket.”

You let out a whimper of disgust before Kenny reached into his pocket and handed you a hunter green colored vape pen, “It’s not your peach mango whatever the fuck that shit you smoke is, but…”

“Ugh, it’s menthol. Just give it to me.”

“How’d you remember that?”

You shrugged and took a long hit, holding it for a moment before exhaling. You handed the pen back to him and watched as several people walked by, barely missing stepping on you or tripping over your feet. Kenny took notice of this and started to stand, helping you up along the way.

“No, I wanna sit.” You slurred, shaking your head.

“Why don’t we go home…” He said, “My parents are out for the night doing fuck knows what and Karen’s at her friend’s. It’ll just be us and you can get some sleep.”

When you were back on your feet, you shook your head, “No…I'm not sleeping with you. Not again, not after all that shit.”

“No, no, no…not like that. I wouldn’t do that. I meant like…actually sleep.” He corrected himself, putting an arm around your waist as he started subtly leading you towards the door.

“Stop…why are you holding me? You don’t even like me!” You were starting to get louder as you spoke and Kenny looked at you with concern. He tightened his grip on you as you walked down the steps and headed towards his truck, hoping you wouldn’t fall.

“I do like you! I wouldn’t be helping you if I didn’t.”

“No, like…like me, like me…you dont like me.”

“Y/N…”

“Just shut up, Kenny.” You opened his truck door and flopped yourself in, slamming the door haphazardly behind you. Kenny pinched the bridge of his nose before walking to the other side of the truck, getting in and starting the engine. He leaned over and buckled you in and then took off his hoodie, leaving him in a white wife beater. He folded it up and then nudged you gently.

“Sit up.”

You moved a little away from your position of leaning up against the window long enough for him to slide the hoodie under your head. However, as soon as he positioned it, you sat up and pulled it down. You unbuckled your seatbelt and threw the hoodie onto your body.

You heard Kenny mutter some curse words as he stopped backing out of the spot he was parked in to reach over and buckle you back into the seat with a sigh. You were about halfway to Kenny’s house when you felt your chest tighten. At first, you thought you were going to throw up. You were about to reach over and get Kenny’s attention so that he could pull over when you realized what was truly building inside of you and you broke down in tears.

Your head went into your hands as you sobbed. “What the…” Kenny spoke under his breath, turning his attention from the road to you briefly, reaching over to put his hand on your back, rubbing small circles.

“Hey…no…shhh…what’s got you so upset, babygirl?” he asked.

“Stop it!” You sobbed, reaching behind you to swat his hand away, “Stop saying that. Stop touching me. You don’t love me, so stop it!”

Kenny was silent momentarily, “What’s gotten into you? Like, I know we haven’t seen each other since that day in your room…and that’s my fault. I should’ve like…reached out or something, but I thought you hated me and…I promise. I fucking promise…I didn’t mean for it to come out the way that it did.”

“How else could it come out?” You cried, “You basically admitted that you didn’t want to be in a relationship with me and only wanted to fuck me even though I wanted to be with you and then you told me that you hadn’t told anyone about us probably because you wanted to fuck every girl you could this summer before they all packed it up and went back to college. That’s fucking ridiculous, Kenny. I thought the whole ‘McWhoremick” thing was like…a joke or like…the way your friends shit on you, but Jesus Christ.”

“I hadn’t told anyone because I didn’t know what we were and like…I knew that I liked you, but I didn’t know what else to do about it because Marj had told me so many times that you could do better and like…especially after that fight in your room…I knew you could do better so I just…tried to let you find that better? I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“You never know! That’s the problem! How do you not know? You either love me or you don’t!”

“I just…”

You scoffed, “I love you! I love you. Is that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

He was silent for ages, only saying something about how you were drunk a mere seconds after your confession. You didn’t know at what point you’d pulled into Kenny’s driveway, but as soon as you registered where you were, you got out of the car and tried to storm towards the door, but stumbled, falling to your knees on the pavement. The sting of the scrape only added to your tears. You reached up and wiped your eyes, your crying becoming quieter as you were lifted to your feet by the boy who pulled you into his arms, running his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. Let's get you inside. We’ll clean your knees up…and wash your makeup off…and get you some water…and you can lay down.”

And that’s exactly what he did for you. You walked in and almost immediately collapsed onto his bed. He took this opportunity to clean your scraped knees and then got you up into a sitting position and helped you change into his hoodie and a spare pair of his boxers. You were half-asleep by the time that he took a makeup wipe to your face and started wiping the messy makeup off of your features.

Lastly, Kenny got you situated in his bed, pulling the covers up and kissing your forehead. “I’m right here on the floor if you need anything. Popcorn bowl is on the floor. Water bottle is right next to it. Please, wake me up if you need me. I’ll be fine.”

You nodded in agreement, but then spoke up, “Can you stay with me?”

“Huh?” he asked, looking up at you from where he was sitting on the floor.

“Please sleep with me…” You said, reaching out towards him.

He chuckled, “You sure?”

You nodded again and scooted over to make room for him. He slid into the bedsheets and carefully positioned himself next to you, allowing you to move over and lay with your head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

The next few hours were littered with infrequent bouts of sleep mixed with burying your face into the popcorn bowl as your stomach purged itself of the alcohol that remained in your system, running to the bathroom on the few chances you felt you could make it, crying, and drinking water. The entire time, Kenny held you, held your hair back, and wiped your face with a cool washcloth.

By the time you woke up the next day around 1PM, you were still exhausted, not feeling well, and fairly lost in regards to the events of last night. You just knew that you woke up with Kenny wrapped around you and you were in his hoodie and boxers and you prayed to whatever higher power may be out there that you hadn’t fucked him again.

You sat up and ran a hand through your hair, looking around until your eyes fell on your charging phone laying on the ground. You picked it up and saw two texts from Marjorine on top.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

“What?” you whispered, unlocking your phone. You went straight to Marjorine’s text thread. Under your last response to her, a “kk!” from when she arrived at your house before the party, there was a longish thread of messages that clearly went between her and Kenny.

Where are you? I’ve been looking for you for an hour! Are you okay?

Hey, Marj. Thanks for giving me her passcode. My phone died right after I called you and I put her phone on the charger in my room. I can charge mine when she wakes up.

Is she okay? Omg.

Yeah, just going back between screaming, crying, and throwing up…literally. At least she started that once we’d already left or it would’ve been real bad.

Bless her heart! What’d you say to get her so upset?

It wasn’t me! Damn. She just got upset…about us…and then screamed at me that she loved me.

And you said?

Nothing. She was drunk.

Drunk words are sober thoughts. ;)

So, you think Cartman is sexy, huh?

Oh my goddddd stop. That isn’t true and this isn’t about me. What do you think of her?

I…might’ve realized I fucked up literally the night we had that fight…and I haven’t known what to do about it…so…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better. I’m just worried she’s going to wake up and like…regret saying all of this and like trying to have this conversation with me again.

She’ll be okay.

Hehehe I knew it ;)

Your chest felt full and tight all at the same time and your eyes soon fell upon the sleeping blonde, who was still wrapped around you despite you sitting upright at this point. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair gently. A few passes through his blonde locks and he stirred, looking up at you.

“Morning, beautiful.” he spoke groggily, “You okay?”

You nodded, “Just tired…”

“Mm…come lay back down then. Let's go back to bed.”

It was your turn to smirk over at him, “You love me, huh?”

“What?”

You pulled up the texts again, showing him and then reading his own words to him verbatim, “So…I just…loved her in secret and accepted that she deserved better.”

“Hey, that’s a private conversation!” he laughed.

“On my phone…” You retorted.

“Yeah!”

“So, do you love me?” You moved back down to laying next to him, turned on your side, propped up on your elbow. He blushed, lips curving back up into his famous devious grin.

“Ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”

“I think I've heard worse.”

With a giggle and a kiss to his lips, your relationship with Kenny transitioned just as the seasons outside had started to move from the bright colors of an otherwise dark summer for you to the warm, comforts of fall…all starting and ending in that beat-up pickup.

Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes

What doesn't kill me makes me want you more

#south park #south park x reader #kenny mccormic x yn #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x you #fanfiction #south park fanfiction #fanfic

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imrowanartist · 3 months

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While @narcissosbythepool and I are still working on this fic in it’s entirety, have one of the first scenes I wrote for it, in which Gaz finds out he’s pregnant

Aka the start of the Rosie AU

Tags: established PriceGaz, trans pregnancy, mention of abortion

November 9th, 20:26

“No, no, fuck-“

The stick drops from Kyle’s lax fingers and clatters to the floor, the sound echoing much too loudly in the tiny bathroom. With trembling hands he picks it back up, staring at the result again. Willing it to be anything else but the two pink lines that it’s currently showing.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans again, flinging the test away from him and leaning forward till his forehead is resting on his knees.

It all makes sense, of course. The way he has been feeling off for the past few weeks, like he’s been coming down with something. He’d attributed it to his missed doses of T at first- a longer op had prevented him from getting his meds on time— but after several weeks of continuous exhaustion, trouble sleeping, and nausea, even after he had caught up on his injections, had slowly started a different nagging thought in the back of his brain.

It wasn’t until this morning that he was finally able to bring himself to grab some tests at the closest drugstore, and then it’s still taken him several hours before he finally gathered his nerves and used the damn things. There’s no denying it now though.

He’s fucking pregnant.

He’s sitting on the floor of a dingy, shared bathroom in an unfamiliar base, in an unfamiliar country, about to head out on another mission, and he’s gotten himself knocked up by his bloody captain with whom he has an unsanctioned relationship.

Folding in on himself, Kyle can’t help the flood of embarrassment that washes over him at his own stupidity. He presses his forehead harder into his knees, hands grabbing at his hair as he stops fighting the tears threatening to spill.

He knows exactly when it happened. In a task force as specialized as theirs there’s not much time for hand-holding and romantic evenings, they take their moments when they can get them. And Kyle remembers distinctly how happy John had been to see him again after a three-week undercover stint in Austria last month.

He’s not an idiot. He’s been on birth control for just about as long as he’s been on T, but apparently, the universe has decided to throw him a fucking curveball anyway.

A few almost hysterical chuckles escape between his tears and right now Kyle couldn’t feel further removed from the highly trained operative he’s supposed to be.

What the bloody hell is he gonna do with a baby? The thought of being pregnant is already terrifying him for several different reasons, but raising a kid? He can’t do that. Not with the blood he and John have on their hands. It wouldn’t be right.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there, trying to blank out his racing mind and failing miserably when a knock on the door interrupts his impromptu emotional breakdown.

“Gaz, are ya bloody constipated in there or something?” Soap’s voice drifts through the closed door.

“Fuck off!” Kyle returns, sharper than he intends.

There’s some shuffling, then a slightly more subdued: “Price wants us on the tarmac in 30 minutes.”

When Kyle doesn’t reply, he hears Soap’s footsteps recede into their shared room, away from the door. Kyle will have to apologize to him later. It’s not Soap’s fault that he is such a fucking mess at the moment.

With a sigh he rubs at his eyes, praying that it won’t be too obvious that he’s just been crying his eyes out. He pushes himself up and pointedly ignores the mirror as he starts shuffling around the small space to find the two tests he’s thrown to the floor. He can’t leave them in the trash here, he can’t risk Soap or the staff on base finding out.

The thought of getting rid of it without telling anyone briefly crosses his mind as he’s holding both the sticks in his hands again. It doesn’t have to upturn his life if he doesn’t want it to. They’re doing important work with the 141 and Kyle loves the thrill of knowing what he does makes a difference.

He could find a clinic as soon as this op is over. He doesn’t know too much about the exact procedures, but he can’t be more than four weeks, so it would probably be nothing too invasive.

He could do that.

But the thought of not telling John first sits wrong with him.

He loves the man too much for that, however unconventional their relationship might be. And while Kyle knows the ultimate decision is up to him, he knows he’d never be able to forgive himself if he’d kept Price in the dark about something that concerns them both. He’d never be able to look the man in the eye again without feeling guilty, knowing they’d promised they could tell each other everything.

His fist clenches around the two tests, and he forces himself to take a few deep breaths. He’ll tell John. He will. He just has to find the right moment to do so. Until then, he’ll pretend like he’s not falling apart at the fucking seams.

He shoves the two tests in a grip seal bag and washes his hands. Splashes some water onto his face for good measure too. Then he empties the bathroom of his meager amount of toiletries, hiding the tests among it for now. He’ll get rid of them later.

When Kyle finally steps out of the bathroom, Soap looks up at him from where he’s lacing up his boots on his bed. He tries to act aloof, but Kyle can see the hint of worry in his friend’s eyes.

“You good?” Soap asks.

“Yeah.” Kyle shrugs, not offering anything else. He can feel Soap’s eyes on him as he grabs his duffle bag and gathers his clothes. They both change into their gear in silence and when Soap wordlessly holds out his tac vest to him, Kyle takes it without question.

He lets Soap help him strap his equipment to his back, then turns around to do the same for his teammate.

“Sorry for snapping at you,” Kyle says as he pulls the straps on Soap’s vest closed. “Haven’t been sleeping well, but I shouldn’t take that out on you.”

It’s not a complete lie, and he hopes it sounds close enough to the truth that it will ease up Soap’s worry for now.

Soap doesn’t respond immediately, and Kyle finds himself holding his breath until he hears a low chuckle from his friend. “What’s got you soft all of a sudden-“

“Oi,” Kyle reacts, smacking the back of Soap’s head, “I’m trying to bloody apologize to you, asshole!”

Soap yelps and pulls away from Kyle, before turning around and clapping him on his shoulder. “Ach, ya got nothing to apologize for,” he says, his expression turning warm, “We’re all bloody tired. But it’s a few more weeks till we get leave, aye? Just gotta get through this op and we’ll be home before Christmas.”

“Sure,” Kyle nods, his mind unwillingly flitting to his sister Dotty and the rest of his family. Suddenly he almost misses them so much it aches. Is this what the hormones are gonna be doing to him? If it’s only going to get worse from here on out, getting through this op is gonna be hell.

Before he can find himself in another mental spiral, Soap comes to the rescue with his usual bluntness. “Ya got any plans with Cap?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, “Finally gonna introduce him to the family? I’m sure yer mum is gonna love-“

Kyle punches him in the shoulder with an exaggerated groan. “Shut up, Soap. I don’t wanna think about that right now.”

Soap laughs as he throws his duffle bag over his shoulder and waits for Kyle to gather the last of his things too. “Can always come up North if they finally decide to kick you out fer yer questionable taste in men. Glasgow’s lovely this time of year-“

“It’s fucking cold, is what it is.” Kyle retorts, shivering as he remembers the last time he traveled anywhere above Leeds in the winter. Northerners and their ridiculous immunity to cold.

“Och, ya sweet summer child-“

The banter makes it a little easier for Kyle to push his current predicament to the back of his mind, so he throws his own duffle bag over his shoulder and lets Soap ramble about the beauty of Christmas in Scotland while they make their way to the tarmac together.

Compartmentalization is key. One problem at a time. He’ll get through this op first, and then he’ll handle the rest.

#kyle gaz garrick #captain price #pricegaz #gazprice #call of duty #modern warfare #Rosie garrick price #ro writes #trans pregnancy #mentioned abortion

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rilu-artblog · 22 days

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Hiii, so I love all your takes and was just wondering if you had any Gerald headcanons? I love your characterisation of him in your art and your opinions on him

Omg thank you anon!! That's so kind of you to say!

I'll try and remember all the headcanons I have for Gerald since I usually don't write them down or keep track of them lol: 1. He and Stuart def had a fling in their late teens, something not-so-straight happened in that pizza shop. They broke up because Gerald wanted to go to law school in Jersey and Stuart didn't want to go with him. Classic Gerald fumbling a relationship.

2. He has daddy issues because his bio dad left. He got a step dad and step brother (Murray) but was never super close to them.

3. Because of this he took Sheila's last name when they got married. That's why it's Sheila's mom that has the Broflovski surname that one episode lol

4. Sunburns like crazy.

5. The reason why Kyle was a dick when he was younger was because of Gerald lol. He didn't teach Kyle how to swear or be a bully, but he didn't really stop him, he thought it was funny.

6. He's ride or die for Sheila and really anyone he has romantic feelings for. Could care less that she was gonna cause a war with Canada, if she asked him to jump he'd ask "from where honey"

7. Taught Kyle about cetaceans and is why Kyle likes killer whales. They both don't understand why Ike and Sheila aren't as into marine stuff like them.

Errr that's all I got for now!

#gerald broflovski #south park #headcanon

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lets-all-calm-down-a-bit · 27 days

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HCs about any of the girls?

rahh!!! yes!!

Wendy:

genderfluid and polysexual

she's a part of the big nose gang💪🔥💯

gets glasses in middle school and joins debate and senate in highschool

celiac (constantly ranting about the fad dieters because they make it difficult/unsafe for her to find food that fits her dietary restrictions)

on and off with stan in elementary and middle school, has a fling with Bebe in highschool but it doesn't last

shes a renowned reporter/journalist when she's older and shes still in touch with Kyle. they meet up sometimes for coffee to discuss politics and have friendly debate and discussion. its like enrichment in their enclosures

Bebe:

lesbian. she never liked Clyde lmao. anyone she dated in elementary was to get something (like free shoes)

she goes out with Wendy for a short time in highschool but its not for her

she goes through a lot of flings in highschool bot really knowing why it's never hits, finally figuring out shes aromantic but allosexual

in cheerleading and theater in highschool

when she grows up she goes into acting and modeling. mostly acting, but she takes up modeling and cameo type gigs as well

is very vocal about her support of sex workers and sex positivity. goes to protests with Wendy for sex worker rights.

Heidi:

hippie herbalist

im gonna make a lot of people mad with this one, but she gets sucked into the terf/radfem/trad circle in highschool because of spirituality and herbalist stuff on tiktok

she pushes a lot of people away because of this, kinda like when she went out with Cartman and changed a lot

she wasn't like that in elementary or middle school, so its a pretty shocking change from an outside perspective

sometimes wendy tries to regain contact as adults but it's no use. shes fallen doen that toxic rabbit hole and shes too deep in now to see sense

she may get out of it eventually in her older age but who knows. she's kinda drifted away from a lot of the people in southpark

Nichole:

i don't really have a lot of hcs for her, but i feel like shes very successful when shes older. maybe with a government position or something

Henreitta:

lesbian she/he/it

had a fling with Kenny in highschool

proud lesboy/genderfucker

gets into a lot of flings in highschool. like, sexual flings.

one of these is with Bebe

explores a bit of the punk scene in highschool and college, eventually being more a mix of goth punk

does sex work and tattooing in adulthood. loves it

sells prints and patches on tumblr

literally such a baddie what else do i say

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ilexdiapason · 4 months

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tell me abt the dynamic of your pirates shelby/oli/martyn!

thank you madelin <3

ok so my immediate instinct upon meeting pshub was "this woman is stranded in ecclesia, she was supposed to be going to mexico, she's all alone without her family beyond an ice wall and she has no idea how she's gonna get back to them... but spring break WILL happen so help her god", so i am making her kind of a gold digger. i think she's initially very attracted to oli as like. a dilf with funds, not realising that he was actually shipwrecked too and all his funds are back home with the wife and kyle is where the real money is. he's hot and older but not a lot older and she wants to get in on the fun before she has to go home.

oli i've covered pretty extensively in the fics i think. it would also be funny if the dynamic ended at "but oli only has eyes for his wife", but i like the triangle so we're doing the traditional littlesound dynamic. oli did only have eyes for his wife but then the faction talked him round to the merits of gay sex, and now he's particularly attached to the boy who gives him silly nicknames and shoves a hand in front of him whenever danger strikes. simple enough, cute, you get it.

martyn likes ponytail, sure - but the new girl is hot, and he's still partial to girls after a lifetime of thinking he was a straight guy, and that instinct of "pfft, girls don't play video games" makes the fact that this girl might be one who plays video games all the more alluring. she's probably an npc, though, given how simple her character is. like, all she talks about is going to the mall. he didn't think this game even had malls.

and shelby thinks that martyn thinks she's weird, and martyn thinks that oli thinks he's just a fling before he goes home to his wife, and oli doesn't have a single brain cell to notice that shelby's trying to put the moves on him, and they all exist in a beautiful disaster triangle <3

#pirates smp #piratesshipping #scurvyblr #i might call it sholiwood

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kanerallels · 26 days

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Today's @monthly-challenge Spring Fling prompt: puddles! I have a little short about some of my OCs for y'all in these trying times

The parking lot behind the building where Kyle worked was pockmarked with potholes. It was a side effect of a government that largely didn’t care about the people anymore, which meant more and more small things that the city would pay for were getting overlooked in the wave of corruption swallowing the country.

It was also kind of annoying, but Kyle had gotten used to evading the largest of them. At this point, it was almost part of his routine, and he barely had to look down to do it.

Which was why he was a little surprised when, on his way across the parking lot, he felt a wave of water wash over his feet.

Startled, Kyle looked down. He knew it had rained the night before, and had been avoiding the puddles left in the potholes without really thinking about it. In fact, he still wasn’t in one of the puddles.

Slowly, he turned to look to his left. Kate, who was coming into work for a briefing, was standing next to him, trying to look just a little too innocent. And she was also standing in the middle of one of the shallower potholes, water resettling back around her Doc Martens.

“What are you doing?” Kyle asked.

Grinning a little, Kate said, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Trying to drown my shoes?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, Chambers. Don’t tell me you never jumped through puddles as a kid.”

“As a kid, probably, yes,” Kyle said.

“Well, I see no reason why kids should get all the fun. You’ve gotta seize joy where you can find it, after all. And don’t worry, it’s only partially the joy of drowning your shoes.”

This was where he should have frowned in disapproval, like he used to when she made a joke. Unfortunately, since marrying Davis, he had somewhat given up on that attempt, and a laugh slipped out. “Is this the kind of behavior you’re gonna teach our kid?”

“Absolutely,” Kate assured him, and he laughed again.

“I guess I can’t really begrudge you that.”

“Excellent,” Kate said, hopping out of the pothole and heading towards the next puddle with glee. And if Kyle watched her go with a little more fondness than was strictly professional… well, they were supposed to be married now. It was all for the cover, nothing else.

#springfling2024 #kyvis #kate davis #kyle chambers #writing stories is a kind of magic too #man i love these two. it's been too long

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silver-pieces · 1 year

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🌌 give me something with vampire!selina ;)

Ooh okay let's go!! 😈

Chase Her Down

Pairing: vampire!Selina Kyle x gn!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, light smut (neck biting, licking, sucking, feeling), tw: noncon, tw: blood, tw: injury, tw: implied reader death (open to interpretation), chasing kink, vampires

A/N: Thankyou so much for this prompt Selene 🥰 sorry it took me so long!! But once I had an idea I couldn’t get it out fast enough. I hope you enjoy...

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Your feet fly on the pavement. "Shit shit shit!" Flinging the car door open, you leap inside.

Selina slams down the accelerator, the getaway car veering away from the curb, and shoots you an assessing glance. “You okay?”

A hiss of pain is your only response. You flip the sun visor down and turn your face to the side, looking at your chin. “Fuck.” One of the security guards got in a lucky shot - there’s a long line of red along your jaw, and its beginning to throb.

Selina glances at you again, and you see her grip tighten on the steering wheel. “Is that - ”

“Blood,” you confirm, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice. “It’s nothing, I just need something to stop the bleeding.” All you have right now is the sleeve of your shirt, but it’ll have to do. You try to ignore the little voice in your mind reminding you that Selina is a vampire, that she probably caught the scent of your blood the moment you got in the car, that you might be in danger.

Not that you’ve ever seen her lose control before. Your partner-in-crime has been careful to keep her vampiric nature from you as much as possible. It’s a tense partnership, but you work well together.

“No tail,” she murmurs, glancing in the rear view mirror, her alto voice laced with a darkness you’re not used to hearing.

You lean back in your seat, keeping the sleeve of your shirt pressed against your wound. It’s almost soaked through. Fuck it, you’re both thinking about it, you’re just going to say it. “You gonna be okay?” you ask, gesturing to your cut with your free hand.

Her eyes flash in your direction, so fast you barely catch it. “Just keep it covered.”

You eye her. “I will.”

Selina has spent way too much time thinking about what you taste like.

It’s the sweetest kind of torture spending so much time with someone whose scent is so alluring, wafting in her direction every time you’re near, tantalising her acute predatory senses.

Why she keeps you around, she can’t explain. It’s a constant exercise in control, only she doesn’t seem to be getting any better. If anything, it's only gotten harder the longer she holds out.

She dreams of you, waking up with her fangs out, biting down into her pillow on the edge of orgasm.

And now you’re together, in a small car, and you’re bleeding.

Selina doesn’t care where she’s driving to now, whatever street she’s on, it doesn’t matter.

Her fangs are out, and she’s lost the ability to think clearly, her instincts all focused entirely on you. On the softness of your breath, the shifting of your legs, the beating of your heart. It’s an effort to keep her eyes forward on the road.

Then you let out a curse under your breath, and lift your sleeve off the wound to replace it with your other hand.

The moment the blood uncovered, a scent so tempting it makes her body clench with thirst reaches Selina’s senses. She almost lets out a growl, barely managing to slam on the brakes and pull to the side of the deserted road.

“What are you doing?” you cry out.

She finally allows herself to look at you, sizing you up in the way she does her prey. Unable to stop herself. And with the final remnants of her control, she forces herself to speak.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll run. Now.”

Your eyes widen, and your pulse begins to race, as you reach back for the door.

Selina closes her eyes, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, doing her best to fight off her instincts. But it’s so incredibly difficult to think over the thoughts racing through her mind.

The door opens, the car shifts as you get out, and all she can hear is the sound of your footsteps, fading fast.

Chase. Her. Down.

“Fuck!” she yells, slamming her hands on the steering wheel. You’re getting away.

It’s too much. She groans, her head falling back against the headrest, as she hears you turn a corner.

Then, her heightened sense locked in on you, she hears a sound - the tiniest whimper escaping your throat.

Control vanishes. Thirst takes over.

She lunges out of the car, racing after you.

The street blurs around her, and she vaguely recognises that she’s pulled over in a shifty area, downtown. Amidst the various scents, yours stands out, practically inviting her to give chase.

She follows it around a corner and finally sets her sights on you. The streetlights here are sparse and dim. Perfect for someone like her, who sees better in the dark.

She eats up the distance between you. You’re fast, but she’s a vampire; built to hunt down prey like you. Her footsteps barely touch the ground, gaze locked on your enticing form, and then she’s on you.

She snakes an arm around your neck and pulls you back into an alley, quickly dashing any hope you had of escaping. In the same movement she presses her mouth against your jaw and licks a stripe of your skin ravenously.

Her eyes roll back and she lets out an obscene groan, a wave of bliss washing over her as she finally tastes you for the first time.

“S-Selina - ” you pant.

“Shut up.”

The need for more of you is drowning out everything else. She twists you around in her arms so you’re facing her, her gaze locked on to your blood-stained neck. Her fangs ache with need.

Holding you in place with her grip on your chin, she lunges forward and buries her face in your neck, licking and sucking a path along your pulse. Your taste is divine, sending fire through her veins, calling to her very soul.

Around your waist, her grip tightens, crushing your body against hers as she lets her urges reign. The last thought that goes through her mind before her fangs sink into your neck, is that she could die happy.

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Oooh alright thank you!! I think instead of discussing just one fic this time, I'm gonna give you the director's commentary on roughly how I come up with new OCs, since I think that's kinda cool to think about and compare

Okay so obviously I write a lot of OC x canon, since I really like using OCs to explore the canon characters' personalities and character development over time. Some of what I decide about an OC is at random, or just based on vibes/what I find interesting, but I also try to come up with some solid themes when coming up with the OC and core conflicts of the fic. I mainly use a lot of opposites to accomplish this, since it gives a good amount of both internal and external conflict to work with

Here, have some examples:

Billy (6 Underground) moves fast, and it's canon to the movie that he was betrayed by his ex-girlfriend in the middle of a high-stakes mission. So I give him Quinn: someone who once could move as fast as him, who knew him so well they were practically chained to the hip, but who was affected mentally and physically by the same betrayal. Billy hates luck, but Quinn's injuries make it clear that he was the lucky one for walking out virtually unscathed.

Peter Maximoff is impatient and impulsive, he can't slow down and gets bored easily. So I give him Robin: someone who he loves dearly, but who he couldn't be with unless he changed his habits, learned to slow down, and pushed past his immediate boredom. She's Deaf, which meant him learning ASL and changing some of his habits (like talking with his mouth full or starting a conversation without getting her attention first) in order to communicate effectively with her. Then she gets a TBI on a botched mission, and recovery can't be sped up, so he has to learn how to be patient and steady as she recovers.

Alex Summers is prickly and hostile, and keeps people at a distance. So I give him Madison: who doesn't at first seem like his opposite, since she does the same thing, but it's growth for both of them. She's not comfortable with a fast-paced fling or relationship, so he has to learn to let those walls down and prove she can trust him before pursuing romance. They're definitely a "behind closed doors" couple, though - in public, they tease and poke fun at each other to no end.

While he's caught in the fighting ring, Warren Worthington feels like he has nobody to rely on, and no future to strive towards. So I give him Rae: who would risk her own life to save the people she cares about, who will claw towards her future with everything she has, who's filled with so much fire and vitality that it gives him a reason to keep fighting, who won't back down from a fight even if she's horrendously outmatched.

Even Kyle and Jasper: obviously they get along well from the beginning, and they end up sharing a lot of interests, but visually they're very different people. It's a play on college stereotypes, seeing the straightlaced frat boy with the queer nonconformist punk. Most of the play on opposites here is less with Kyle vs. Jasper and more Pre-Death Kyle vs. Post-Death Kyle (at this point he's basically an OC too lol, the show gave us so little to work with for him). But there's still a lot of roots that I've laid down for that, particularly in how gentle and patient Kyle is in the early parts of the story.

This is true for pretty much all of my OCs, actually - including the ones like Eris and Nikoletta who I haven't fully written about yet. It's not quite "opposites attract" since usually they've still got a lot of similarities to bond over too, but there's almost always some core trait that drives them both to evolve as characters.

#i mean if you wanted me to outline the others i could but this got long already #my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #oc quinn/aces #robin cassidy #rae mckinney #jasper wilson #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

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I feel like they’ve really wasted mack as a character too like he has potential but barely interacts with moira and her family, even though their his only family in the village? Also what does he even do as a job? I legit thought he worked at the pub until the other day when he said he didn’t lol

And now they’re gonna land him with a kid with Kerry’s “daughter” - feels like they’ve basically just recycled cain/amy/kyle storyline - charity will dump mack, next thing mack will be forcing chloe to have an abortion or they’ll be putting the kid up for adoption *eye rolls*

yeah remember those scenes when he first arrived where he told moira about their mother? Those were so good! I thought we were going to get some genuine conflict between the two of them... but instead it was all forgotten in 5 minutes.

Then him with the lads™ and Aaron. the lads could have been comic relief during covid and Aaron could have had a fling with someone he actually had chemistry with... but they lumped aaron with kayak bore and Mack's friendship with Ryan was only remembered when he had to call Charity a slut for sleeping with his mate.

And the early days with him and Charity were good too - when it was a fun little fling... but then they went from fuck buddies to having a baby in 10 seconds flat - and in between that charity was making heart eyes at her ex. (I'm still convinced they meant to reunite vanity but michelle's pregnancy made them change their plans)

and yeah the future for Mack is bleak - maybe he can move into the box room at keepers when charity kicks him out for knocking someone else up and he decides to Be There for Chloe and the baby.

#Anonymous

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Series Trailer #1;

Life with Axl

Charlie McDermott as Axl Heck G. Hannelius as Heather Grantham Luis Armand Garcia as Max Lopez Liam Heck Kyle Heck Emma Heck Beau Mirchoff as Justin Grantham Jethro Grantham Daniel Edwards Alex Juarez [Meanwhile, in Los Angeles] [The House; Living Room] Axl Heck: Max what's up we hadn't seen each other since We are in Seattle... Axl Heck: Listen Bitch Me and Jethro are getting married so Don't Try nothing You gonna regret or else I will make your life a living hell... Max Lopez: I won't.. Speaking of Jethro where is he? Axl Heck: He's staying in Lanford to help take care of their brother who was shot and almost died... And Kyle and Emma are staying with him while I got Liam & Heather with me... Heather Grantham: I decided to go with Axl because My Father did miss My High School Graduation... And there's no coming back from that so i am going to make his life a living hell for missing it... Liam Heck: Back Home and Tonight i can sleep in my own bed again.. Axl Heck: Yep It's been a Crazy & Wild Mother's Day this year let's hope we have a better Mother's Day next year.... Max Lopez: Oh okay then... [Theme Song Starts] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OGsBxvoa_U [Theme Song Ends] [Meanwhile, in Lanford] [in Jethro's Childhood Room] Jethro Grantham: DANIEL EDWARDS!!! Long Time No See it's been ages since We last seen each other... Daniel Edwards: Yep the last time we last saw each other You was dating Shane right? Jethro Grantham: Yep I was dating Shane (Leans in to kiss Daniel) Daniel Edwards: (Leans in to kiss Jethro) [Jethro & Daniel kiss] Justin Grantham: WHAT THE FUCK!? Jethro Grantham: Bro I can explain... Daniel Edwards: Yeah we can explain... Justin Grantham: How dare you... You are engaged to Axl? and Kyle & Emma are just down the hall so why? Jethro Grantham: Yes I know... My Love for Axl is more stronger than i have with all my exes... So we can get pass this... Daniel Edwards: And I am 8 Months Pregnant with another guy's child? Jethro Grantham: WHAT!? I thought you was just really fat... Daniel Edwards: Yep and He broke up with me when I told him that I was pregnant with his child... Jethro Grantham: Daniel Edwards if you want to give the Baby up for adoption i know these 2 guys that are trying to have one... Daniel Edwards: Okay i will keep that in mind but don't you have Liam & Emma with Axl? Jethro Grantham: Not Us... I was talking about Max & Alex This will really help them out alot... Daniel Edwards: Okay... Justin Grantham: Are You gonna tell Axl about this little kiss you have with Daniel? Jethro Grantham: No. Yes I know We been sneaking our date behind all of my exes' backs but He doesn't know about my little fling i had with Daniel every once in a while. Justin Grantham: WHAT!? Jethro Grantham: Actually Me & Daniel hookup when Axl was pregnant with Emma and then a little sneaking around with Daniel when Axl was pregnant with Liam? Justin Grantham: Bro You have a Problem... Jethro Grantham: Bro I think you could be right? Justin Grantham: I am right... Jethro Grantham: I really do love Axl so how can I fix it? Justin Grantham: Bro i don't know You really did mess up this time.... Jethro Grantham: Axl might leave me after this and take away My Kids... And I love My Sons Liam & Kyle and I love My Daughter Emma... Justin Grantham: Okay i will help you save your relationship with Axl... But First You need to tell me that You have a problem.. Jethro Grantham: Okay... My Name is Jethro Grantham and I am Addicted to Fooling Around Behind everybody's Backs.... Justin Grantham: Good for you Jethro... Daniel Edwards: Jethro I am sorry that Axl might break up with you after this... Jethro Grantham: Daniel it's not your fault I am the one with the problem... [Meanwhile, back in Los Angeles] [The House; Bedroom] Max Lopez: Axl can i talk to you? Axl Heck: Yes Max you can talk to me? Max Lopez: Well Me & Alex decided to start a family.... Alex Juarez: Yeah we have decided to start a family... Axl Heck: So what's your question? Max Lopez: But The Pregnancy Tests i been taken always come back as Negative and including The Doctor said i am not pregnant... Alex Juarez: So is there a Problem with Me? Axl Heck: Well Just keep on trying and your miracle will arrive... Max Lopez: Okay thanks Axl... Alex Juarez: Yeah Thanks Axl... Axl Heck: No Problem... [The House; Living Room] Liam Heck: Jake & Luke how are you both doing? and also Congrats on Your Pregnancy... Jake: Thanks.... Luke: Yeah We both really excited.... The End...

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andrea-lyn · 5 years

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Okay, if you still have room for prompts, anything you'd like to write (maybe a couple of years in the future) for Maribel in Dr. Isobel Evans and the Fountain of Youth universe?

Every year on Maria’s birthday, Isobel gives her twopresents.Isobel’s finishing up the first present (with her tongue working very hard tomake sure it’s the best birthday present ever) when Maria tugs on her hair andbrings Isobel up towards her lips for a messy kiss. “I know what I want thisyear,” Maria says, a sparkle in her eyes, “for my special birthday present.”Every year after Isobel devotes hours to worshiping her girlfriend’s body, sheoffers one adventure into an old myth or artifact – Maria’s choice – which theygo chasing down after. Isobel’s had to put some restrictions on it because sheneeds to be able to actually find it, which is why she’s taken to giving Mariaher book of half-finished cases for Maria to slide through and pick.“Oh?” Isobel murmurs against the kiss, straddling her girlfriend so she canteasingly slide her fingers over her abdomen, toying and gently advancingtowards her breasts. “And what adventure are you dragging me on this year?”“Medusa,” Maria says, tugging Isobel down for another kiss.

Isobel drags herself away from the kiss reluctantly, but she needs to make sureMaria’s serious about this one. “You’re sure?”It’s not that she can’t deliver (she actually thinks she’s very close on thisone, to the point that she knows the exact location of where they need to go,even though when they get there is where the adventure truly starts). It’s thepart where it’s a dangerous case if the legends are to be believed. If Mariaand Isobel have learned anything over the years, it’s that most of the legendsthat they hear about are simply real things that got twisted into myths.Isobel has to wonder if there aren’t a few tall tales about her out there.(Privately, she hopes there are)“I’m so sure,” Maria promises, her breath hitching as Isobel’s long hands splayover her rib cage and those deep breaths send Isobel’s palms rising and falling.“Scorned woman who gets revenge on men?” She gives Isobel a confident littlegrin. “Sounds right up our alley.”She’s right about that.“Then we’re on the case,” Isobel makes her promise. “I’ll call in and give theschool my notice, book the tickets tonight. Hand me my phone?” “Really? You want your phone right now?” Maria tips her head to the side andflips them so that Isobel’s the one on her back. Maria begins to slowly inchher way gracefully lower, pressing slow kisses over Isobel’s skin as she goes.“There’s nothing I can do to convince you to hold that thought for tomorrowmorning?”Isobel’s back arches as Maria pushes her thighs apart and her curls tickle thesensitive skin there as she begins to be very distracting. Letting out ayelp and a pleading cry, Isobel tangles her hands in Maria’s hair, breathingraggedly as she decides that sure, tomorrow sounds like the perfect time to dothe work.“Fuck, Maria,” she gets out, her voice low and thick with need.“That’s next,” is Maria’s guarantee, but Isobel wants less talking and moreattention paid to her, so she uses her fingers to dig into Maria’s hair andguide her back to what she wants. It might be Maria’s birthday, but that’s no excuse for Isobel to go completelywithout pleasure tonight.And tomorrow, she’ll start planning a trip to go and search for the mythicalMedusa. *A week later, Isobel’s got their bags packed and is in her summer best – alinen white pantsuit and a large-brimmed hat. She hands Maria the planetickets, taking smug delight in seeing Maria’s face light up. “Greece?”“Sometimes, the myth’s not completely wrong,” Isobel says, wrapping herarm around Maria’s waist to guide her to the hired car that’s waiting. “I haveher tracked down to a small village in Greece. There are stories right up untila few months ago about lifelike statues of certain objects, including men,” shesays. “Whatever Medusa might have been once upon a time is still happening now.From my research, I think they’re aliens who pass their powers down to the nextgeneration,” Isobel shares as she helps Maria into the car.“So she’s real? Medusa is real?” Maria asks dubiously. “You’re the one who picked this case!”“I thought maybe it would be some kind of artifact that might touch you tostone. Maybe, I don’t know, a vase or a hairbrush.” Maria’s eyes are growingwider and Isobel recognizes that look. They’re not leaving Greece until theyfind this woman, so Isobel has to hope this isn’t a dead end. “It’s a woman, a poor woman.” Her gaze growssteely and she turns on her seat to look at Isobel. “We’re going to rescueher.”“Yes, we are,” Isobel guarantees.The rewarding kiss that Isobel gets for her staunch determination is a niceincentive, even though it’s one she wouldn’t have needed. Maria has a habit ofpicking the most amazing cases for them to look into, and now that they’vedeveloped a routine, Isobel feels safe bringing Maria into the field with her. It's an easy trip to Greece, seeing as Isobel’s booked them in first class thewhole way there, which means that when they arrive, she’s feeling refreshed andready to go. She settles her satchel over her shoulder, sable fedora on her head, and linksarms with Maria as she brings them to the small coastal town where the trailhad gone cold. It’s a beautiful seaside town with mountains nearby, a placethat Isobel thinks could have been a romantic getaway even without theadventuring side-trip aspect.Isobel will focus on the beautiful sights around them later. Right now, she’s ready to go, eager, and they have a trail to pick up. “What doyou say we go talk to some locals?” Isobel suggests, once they’ve unpacked intheir hotel penthouse suite (because Isobel only travels in style and she lovessplurging on Maria). “I was thinking ouzo at the bar,” Maria agrees, with a flirty little smileIsobel’s way. She adjusts her wide-brimmed sun hat, leading the way in a shortlittle sundress that’s definitely going to get Isobel plenty thirsty soon. They’ve got work to do before they get to their celebrations. “Sounds like a plan.”It's a plan that gets them exactly where they need to be, as it turns out.Because the moment they enter the tavern, Isobel hears it. It’s a mournful wailing that can’t be ignored, something that only other alienswould be able to do. Isobel feels completely vindicated and despite theheadache she’s going to have, she’s smiling smugly. “What?” Maria asks, knowing her girlfriend well.“I hear her,” Isobel says, doubling back on the tavern to search for where thatcry is coming from. When she turns towards the mountains, it seems to amplify.“There,” she says, and tugs on Maria’s hand to get them moving that way. The ouzo is going to have to wait. Isobel follows the distressed psychic call in her mind, knowing with immenseclarity that Medusa isn’t just a real woman, but she’s an alien. She tugs onMaria’s hand to bring her along, towards the cavernous mountain complex. Asthey move, it begins to get louder, more like a scream than a piercingalarm, and she stops near a large mansion that sits on the mountainside.“Iz,” Maria murmurs, when Isobel stops in her tracks. “What is it? Is it here?”Isobel tries to sort through the screaming in her head, because it’s not comingfrom the house. She looks to the side, where there’s a grotto-like entrancenearby in the garden. Wordlessly, she begins to pull Maria with her, knowingthat the hairs on the back of her neck are standing on end and she should becautious, but she knows that this is the right way to go. Whatever is waiting for them is inside that cave structure. “Isobel,” Maria hisses, more worried now. “No, it’s okay,” Isobel promises, because the screaming is gone. She’s closedher eyes to send out a peaceful signal, that they’re here to rescue the woman,that they’re friends, and it’s going to be okay. “I promise, it’s okay,” sheguarantees, and advances towards the cave. It’s a deep structure, with limestone and labyrinthine twists and turns, but agentle slope downwards. Isobel creeps further into the cave, passing a manfrozen in time in stone form. She can hear breathing a little further and whenshe glances up, she sees a beautiful woman behind bars. There are no snakes inher hair, but it’s clearly matted. Not for one moment does Isobel fear avertingher gaze.Whatever happened to this man had been done purposefully, and Isobel trusts thesame won’t happen to them.“Oh, thank the heavens,” the woman sobs. “It’s been four days since I got soangry and turned him to stone and the last of my food ran out this morning. Ithought I was doomed, I thought I was done for.”That psychic resonance from earlier makes sense now. It had been a last-ditchattempt – a desperate wail to try and get another alien’s attention.Cautiously, she steps aside to gesture for Maria to come into the cave, stillwary, but trusting that they’re not going to be turned to stone.“I’m Isobel Evans and this is my girlfriend, Maria. We’re not here to hurtyou,” she says bluntly, wanting to make sure they’re all on the same page whenit comes to that.“I’m Marianna Méduse,” she introduces herself, but her smile turns wry andbrittle. “I think you already know what it is my family can do.”“How long have you been here?” Maria asks, her brow furrowed and her tonedripping with sympathy. Isobel almost tells her to roll it back, because pityisn’t something that a prisoner is probably after. Marianna doesn’t seem to mind, but she likely has other things that she’sworried about. “Only a few weeks,” she says, exhaling with dismay. “I’m normally so good atkeeping my powers contained. When I get so angry that they activate, it’s onlyanimals that I turned or inanimate objects. Then, a month ago in the local bar,some man grabbed by arm too tightly. I turned on him and it was instantaneous,like I didn’t even think about it. They locked me up here in this torture caveafter.”“Men,” Isobel says derisively, with all the proper hatred in her voice. Shefocuses on the lock, using powers that Michael’s been teaching her to unlockit, watching the door swing open. “The good news is that we’re here to rescueyou,” she says brightly. “And you can do whatever you want.”“You’re like me? An alien?” Marianna says, staring at Isobel.“I heard you,” Isobel says, which should give her the answer she’s looking for.“I’m like you, and if you want to come with us, we’d like to take you away fromhere, give you some security.” Isobel can only imagine that the town is nolonger a home for her. She can only imagine the spectacle of what must havehappened in the bar and the witch hunt that had followed to get Marianna lockedup like this.She lets her gaze slide between the two of them, clearly still nervous aboutthem, and unsteady about whatever decision she’s about to make.“Isobel means what she says,” Maria adds, stepping forward to hold out bothhands to her. It’s an invitation and an opening, showing that they’re allowingthemselves to be vulnerable to her. “We’ll take care of you, we promise. Thereare others like you back where we live. People like you, and you can beyourself.”Marianna glances to Isobel, like she’s waiting for her advice.“It’s your choice,” she says. “But I think Maria’s right. There’s a whole otherworld waiting for you and I’d like to show you that you can be an alien in thisworld and not be afraid.”Marianna steps forward, takes Maria’s hands, and sags forward with a relievedsob. Well, at least bringing a woman back home with them is going to be much easierto clear through customs than a cursed vase or statue. The logistics of whatthey’re going to do once she gets there is a little trickier, but Isobeldoesn’t care at the moment. They’ve rescued an imprisoned woman and are givingan alien a new chance at life.She’ll call that a successful mission any day.*“I still can’t believe you did that,” Michael mutters as he drinks his secondof the night, care of Mimi’s soft spot for him. Maria would never give him twoin a row so quickly (or for free), but Mimi’s been out of the hospital for afew days now and every time Michael smiles sweetly at her and reminds her thatAlex married him, she melts and pours him a new one.One day, that’s going to stop working.And one day, Isobel will stop being jealous that she doesn’t get the same eventhough she’s dating Mimi’s daughter (though maybe if she got off her ass andproposed, she’d get all the free drinks she wants).Isobel pries her gaze away from the booth at the back of the bar, even if it’snearly impossible to take her eyes off Maria when she’s wearing that gorgeous bluedress. “What?”Michael rolls his eyes. “Earth to Isobel,” he quips, snapping his fingers infront of her face. He gestures heatedly to the booth. “That!”Isobel looks back to try and understand why Michael’s so annoyed. Maria andAlex have got Marianna there with them, getting her acclimatized to life backin society. They’re starting with Roswell instead of a bigger city because theywant to make sure that she’s comfortable before she goes back out into theworld fully.Kyle’s also there, because Maria and Isobel had conspired to introduce Mariannato a few decent men.Oh.Well, that explains Michael’s annoyance. “He’s not the same asshole he used tobe, you know. Maria and I thought it’d be nice if Marianna met a decent guy.”Michael opens his mouth and Isobel rolls her eyes. “Alex is married and doesn’tcount,” she cuts him off, already knowing exactly what he was going to say.“I still think there are better men out there,” Michael grumbles, picking upthe beers so they can head back to that table. “You married the one you think is best,” Isobel counters. “Of course you do.”“Speaking of marriage…”Isobel’s on her feet, because she doesn’t need this grief from Michael, either.“Maria!” she says brightly, walking fast enough to get in front of Michael sohe can’t push a topic that she’s planning (she just needs more time).“How’s everything over here?” she asks, settling back into Maria’s arms. “Marianna and Kyle were just talking about how they both want to go on a roadtrip and how she’s always wanted to see California.” Isobel recognizes thatsmug note in Maria’s voice. She loves the thrill of the hunt, but she alsoenjoys meddling in the love lives of their friends (which is partially why sheand Michael get along, because neither of them can stop pestering the otherabout their relationships). “I was giving them some tips.”Michael puts the beer in front of Alex before he slides in beside him. “And if he turns out to snore in his sleep,” he jokes, “then none of us wouldmind a stone Valenti.”“It would immortalize his abs,” Alex says absently, sipping at his beer. “Giveus a chance to touch them more.”Kyle flushes furiously red, Michael lets out a jealous cry, and Isobel can’thelp laughing until she cries, loving how badly that’s backfired on him. Shecan tell Marianna is still slightly out of her depth here, but Maria’s betterthan all of them, because she’s the one who leans over and murmurs, “Take theroad trip,” in an encouraging tone, “and definitely get to see the abs.”“They’re an attraction of their own,” Isobel agrees, getting comfortable atMaria’s side as all hell breaks loose. She doesn’t care in the slightest. It’s been another amazing adventure andanother great year with her girlfriend. Better than that, Isobel’s alreadyconcocting a plan to make Maria’s birthday next year the best yet, because whatcould be better than a proposal and a honeymoon adventure?Nothing in the world, as far as Isobel’s concerned.

#maribel #isobel evans is indiana jones au #maria/isobel #au #tiny malex at the end #adventuring #medusa is an alien #and is gonna have a fling with kyle #chamblerstara

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B, I was rereading your content again (sometimes you just have to revisit the greats) and the pregnancy scare headcanons are always great to me. So, we know how the boys would react to being directly involved in said scare, but what if it was batsis and one of their friends?

I don't have any specific friend in mind for this idea, so it's kind of like. A free space? Like, it could be Dick finding out about Garth or Wally (I know you're still working on figuring him out, so there's no pressure there) and his sister, or Jason with Roy (or Kyle, I've seen them be friends in some fics but I don't know a lot about them) or like. Tim with Kon. Older Damien with Older Jon is also a possibility if you're feeling up to it, since the prompt isn't inherently sexual beyond how pregnancy comes to be (facts of life and all) but I'd totally understand if you wanted to rule that one out entirely right out of the gate. Literally any pairing fits. Hell, you could even do something with Bruce's sister (a bat aunt I guess??) with anyone in the league.

There's something about the concept of the "brother's best friend" thing that's hilarious because the brother gets the whiplash of like "I'm glad it's you because I know you and I know you would never hurt my siblings on purpose but also this definitely feels like a HUGE violation of the bro code, and I might need to think about punching you a tiny bit until I get used to the thought of you two being a thing, let alone possibly making an entire baby together"

Oooooo drama

Okay so I’m gonna go with

Reader x Roy Harper w/ Dick finding out

Reader x Kyle Rayner w/ Jason finding out

Reader x Kon Kent w/ Tim finding out

Reader x Ghost Maker w/ Bruce finding out

Stories under the cut, this got long with a lot of different stories so please let me know what you think!!

Roy Harper x batsis!reader

Again. It happened again. Roy felt frozen. Then he looked at you. It was different. You were together. It wasn’t a fling. It was totally different. And he couldn’t help but pull you into a hug. Your eyes were wet and you looked so scared.

“Hey, don’t worry. Whatever you want, I’m there. Don’t worry,” he said wiping tears from your face. You nodded and closed your eyes while leaning into him. Roy hugged you close.

A knock at the door broke your hug.

“Shit, Dick is here to pick me up,” Roy said.

“I- okay. I’m just gonna wash my face and it’ll be fine,” you said. You hurried to the kitchen and splashed water on your face as Dick walked in.

“Hey,” he said to you both. “What’s the matter? You’ve been crying.”

Dick turned to look at Roy critically. Damn his perceptiveness.

“Sad movie we just finished. I’m a sucker for them,” you said and he nodded, appeased.

“Hey I’m gonna use your bathroom real quick before we leave,” Dick said before jogging to the bathroom. Your eyes widened as you realized the test. The pregnancy test on the counter. Oh fuck.

“What the shit? Are you- did you get my sister pregnant?? Someone answer me,” Dick said walking in the room with the pee stick. You winced.

“Dick, calm down,” you said moving towards him but he was faster than you and landed a right hook to Roy in the jaw. He fell back hard. You shrieked.

“Dick!” You gasped. Roy sat up and rubbed his jaw from the floor.

“You knocked up my sister? You didn’t learn how that shit works the first time,” Dick roared.

“Dick, quit,” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t- this isn’t-“

“I’m on the pill. I don’t know how it happened,” you told him. Dick looked at you softly. Concern was written all over his face. “It’s not his fault.”

“Seriously? You’re- you’re pregnant?” Dick asked you. He walked closer.

“Maybe? We don’t know. I haven’t been to the doctor or anything,” you shrugged shyly.

“Add you gonna- don’t answer that. You don’t have to tell me,” he corrected himself. Dick looked over you to Roy that was standing to the side.

“If you do not treat her right and be a good dad if she’s pregnant, I’ll make sure the only bow you’ll be able to touch is the ones Lian puts in your hair because you’re in a body cast,” Dick threatened.

“I wouldn’t. You know I wouldn’t do that. I’m here for anything,” Roy said seriously. Dick stared at him.

“I know you’re good for Lian. Come on. We got a job. And you owe me dinner. And a beer,” Dick added. “For like a month.”

“Aw, alright, alright,” Roy added seriously after he started to joke. He gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek before dashing out the door.

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Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader

“Go buy the box. Just at the corner store, Ky. I felt like I’m gonna throw up for like the last 3 mornings and now I’m freaking out. Please,” you said, shooing him to the door.

“Okay, yeah babe, which one?” Kyle asked looking more flustered than when he fights intergalactic monsters.

“Literally any. Actually 2 of any variety. Pretty sure they all work the same,” you said and he ran out the door before coming back.

“My wallet,” he said before running back out.

Kyle ran in the store and looked at the variety of tests. Pink, purple, early, ovulation, gender tests. You can learn that from a test?? Fuck was there too many choices. He grabbed 2 at random and hurried to the register. As his bag was being handed to him and his credit card was being swiped, Kyle felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly.

“Woah bro. You alright? I called your name.”

If Kyle could think of a worse person to see at this exact moment it would only be Batman. There he was with a bag containing only a pregnancy test for his girlfriend and her brother, his friend, was right there. His detective trained friend. Kyle was glad he wore the lantern ring at that moment.

“No, I wasn’t paying any attention,” he said with an awkward laugh.

“My sister at home?” Jason asked walking beside Kyle.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Kyle answered. He could feel himself sweating. It was hot but not that hot. What if Jason noticed him sweating too much?

“Cool. I’ll walk with you,” Jason said with an easy grin “you getting sick?”

“What?! No. I’m fine. It’s just hot. Today,” he said pushing the elevator button back at the apartment building.

“Yeah, you’re like real sweaty, Bro. What’s in the bag?” Jason asked. “Like if you’re sick and I got on the elevator with you, I’m kicking your ass because I can’t handle being sick.”

“I’m not sick. I’m fine,” Kyle said a little too forcefully.

“Okay,” Jason said side eyeing Kyle. Kyle’s fingers were white with grip on the bag and Jason subtly eyed it but couldn’t tell anything.

“Hey you’re- Jason!” You yelped as you saw your brother right behind Kyle. Kyle gave you the bag quickly with a wide eyed look.

“Hey, how are you?” Jason asked while giving you a hug.

“Good. Good,” you said with a new level of stress. Why the fuck was your brother here now?

As if by the magic of luck in a series of unfortunate events, through the cheap quality of the bag to begin with and the tightness Kyle had been holding it, to the slight way you swung it away from you when hugging Jason; it broke. The content flopped on the floor slightly behind you and yo the right which just happened to be the perfect angle for Jason to view the contents.

“…. Is this a… a pregnancy test??” He asked after automatically picking up what you dropped. And that felt like the moment you’d soul left your body. The moment your brother held a pregnancy test and asked if it was yours when you both already knew the answer.

“Uhh- well, yes,” you said. He stared at you for a second.

“And…” he promoted.

“Nothing. Nothing,” you tried to play it off.

“Holy shit. That’s why you look sick. You knocked my sister up. Holy shit,” Jason says turning to Kyle. Kyle stood back a little.

“Jay,” you said putting your hand on his shoulder. Jason frowned heavily at you. “Don’t get mad.”

“I’m already mad. I’m deciding if I’m going to shoot him,” Jason said with a horrible smile at Kyle. Kyle’s ring started to glow a little.

“No. There will be none of that. Jason don’t even think about it,” you said. He glared at Kyle.

“When you least expect it, Lantern,” he said nastily. “I gotta go before I break his pretty face.”

“Jason!”

“Love you did but gotta go,” he said before leave. As he left out the door he grabbed a set of keys and threw them and hit Kyle directly between the eyes.

“Ow,” Kyle said rubbing his face.

“Okay I’m gonna take that test now,” you said.

“Oh god. Wait. Wait,” Kyle said walking over to you. “Whatever. I’m here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said nodding.

3 days later Jason just shoots a whole damn clip at Kyle while he holds up a green lantern construct guard.

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Kon Kent x Batsis!reader

Kon woke up one day to a sound he didn’t quite understand. Heart beats. Fast heart beating. First he looked over at you sleeping but no you had a steady normal beat you always had. He listened closer and with a little maneuvering, realized what he heard. Kon fell out of bed in shock. What had he done?

You rolled over to look at him on the floor in sleepy confusion.

“What’s the matter, my alien lover?” You said with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah, speaking of. There is something we need to talk about,” he said. Kon didn’t know how to bring it up. It worked the other way where the woman announced she was pregnant.

“What’s the matter?” You asked with a frown.

“Nothing bad like that. Well, maybe. Uhh that’s up to you and your choices, that I totally support-“

“Conner, what are you talking about,” you asked fully awake.

“You have two heartbeats,” he said and you stared at him for a second.

“I have an irregular heartbeat?”

“No, you have 2 different heartbeats. In your body,” he said and you froze at the realization.

“Are you- are you saying I’m pregnant???” You asked sitting up and feeling nauseous suddenly.

“Probably. Yes. I haven’t been wrong about this yet. I won’t do any x ray viewing for safety,” he said. Kon climbed back on the bed and took your hand that was shaking.

“I just- I didn’t think it was be this soon. I thought we’d be…” you trailed off before you finished your sentence but Kon got what you meant. You’d been together for 2 years and living together for almost a year so the talk wasn’t a complete surprise.

“Married?” He filled in and you nodded. “We can, if you want.”

“Not like this,” you frowned. Your alarm on your phone rang. “Oh shoot. I’ve got to pick up Tim from the airport!”

You got up and started changing clothes. Kon froze while watching you for a second before throwing clothing on over the boxers he wore. He couldn’t help if he thought you were smoking hot.

The hot summer air hit different when you knew you were going in a perfectly climate controlled car that Bruce had bought you. Kon threw on some shades and laid back the passenger seat as you pulled out of the driveway.

“We tell Tim nothing,” you said. “He’s a worrier. We’ll tell him when we have a plan and he won’t freak out.”

“Okay. You aren’t- you aren’t freaking out,” Kon asked watching you. He was listening to both heartbeats coming from your body and noted yours was slightly faster than normal.

“I’m definitely freaking out. But we can figure things out later,” you said. Kon just nodded before looking out the window. Bat emotion suppression ran in the family.

“Timmy,” you cried before pulling him in a tight hug. He smiled and let you pull him around. “I haven’t seen you in months!”

“We’ll, somebody had to move to California,” he teased. “Hey Kon.”

“Somebody could use a tan,” he teased while also giving Tim a hug before climbing in the car.

“Not a thing in Gotham. Plus, I’m only going to be here for a week,” Tim answered. “But I do want to have some fun. I heard parasailing is great. What do you think?” He asked you.

“No! I mean- that’s a bad idea,” Conner said. Tim turned and looked at him.

“What are you talking about? Aren’t you the one that likes to drag her to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge to make out?” Tim asked.

“Well- uhh…”

“I’m getting over a stomach bug,” you lied.

“Okay, tell me the truth,” Tim said looking between you both. “Both of you are acting weird.”

“We’re not,” you protested.

“Then go parasailing with me.”

“She can’t,” Kon answered too quickly and you palmed your face. Tim looked at you dryly as you pulled in to the parking garage of your building.

“Yeah…”

“Fine. We’ll tell you inside,” you said after a pause. Tim grabbed his bag and nodded.

“We will?!” Kon asked with wide eyes. He was literally floating off the ground. You pulled his arm and he touched down.

“I can’t lie to Tim,” you shrugged. Tim sat his bags down and looked at you expectantly.

“Alright. I’m pregnant,” you said, holding the counter nervously.

“I knew it! That was my first thought,” he says triumphantly. “You’re pregnant. Oh god, you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah?” You said and Kon watched Tim closely.

“How far along? Have you been to the doctor? Do you take vitamins?” Tim said pacing. He pulled his phone out in a rush as if he was going to immediately order some.

“Woah, we just found out today so I don’t know. Actually we found out because Kon heard a heartbeat,” you said.

“Okay. You really got her pregnant?” He asked again.

“Uh, yeah?” Kon said waiting for Tim to do something. Tim laughed. Loudly. Kon was even more scared.

“Oh god, when Bruce finds out you’re gonna end up strung up with Kryptonite so bad that not even Supes can save you,” he said before laughing again. “And that’s if Dick or Jason or Damian doesn’t get to you first. You got Batman’s daughter pregnant.”

“Ah man. I didn’t even think of that,” Kon groaned.

“It’s okay, the body cast will be off by the time the baby is born,” Tim teased while placing a hand on Kon’s shoulder a little too tightly. “Ass,” he added while manhandling Kon.

A few hours later

“Steph, I need your help. My sister is pregnant,” Tim said over the phone on the balcony.

“Cass??”

“No! She’s dating you. My other sister,” he said with an eye roll.

“That makes more sense. Go on, bird boy,” she said.

“I need advice and help-“

“Say no more. Bring your credit card and we’ll buy everything she needs,” Steph said.

“Thank you so much.”

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Ghost Maker x bat aunt!reader (idk what I think of that description but I guess it works??)

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, K, I am,” you said. He tapped his fingers on the table in the massive penthouse apartment he rented.

“Well, then you will need proper nutrition and the best medical care and-“

“Woah woah. That’s it?” You asked shocked.

“Yes. It’s important for developing fetus-“

“I am aware K. But I thought you’d be… I don’t know…”

“Emotional? I don’t have much of that,” he said with a smile. “I’m practical. I see a problem and i fix it. You can either have the best medical care money can buy, an abortion, or adoption. I will pay for anything you want of course. It is your body.”

“Sometimes I forget you are a psychopath,” you admitted with a dry smile. “Repressed emotions run in the family so your actions seem practically normal. But moments like this are… tough.”

“I apologize,” he said. “I would not make a good father in a traditional sense but I would provide any worldly needs you or the child would need. You don’t have to decide today. This situation is unfortunate luck as we were using protection but I have never abandoned responsibilities.”

“Yeah,” you said grimly looking out at the Gotham skyline. “I have to tell Bruce soon. I’m supposed to help him with his work and I can’t do that now.”

Ghost Maker watched you carefully. He imagined that regular emotions would make this situation easier for you.

“We can meet him if you would like. He will probably fight me,” he commented.

“Yeah… but you both do that anyways,” you answered.

4 hours later you sat in a booth on the other side of town overlooking the bay. Bruce was sitting across from you talking about some business or another that you frankly weren’t listening a word to. You were too busy tearing your napkin apart.

“What is wrong with you?” Bruce said suddenly. You looked up at him startled. “You’re anxious.”

“I’m not,” you retorted.

“You’re nervously wringing at your napkin, your breathing is shallow, skin moist, pupils slightly dilated, and you are refusing wine with dinner. And the way you look to the door tells me you are expecting someone at the restaurant you had me rent out.”

“I hate that you do that,” you muttered. “Fine. I am expecting someone. I want you to promise civility first.”

“Interesting. You can bring them out. I have a feeling I know what you’re going to say and you needn’t worry about what I’ll think,” Bruce said. You blinked.

“You do? And you aren’t mad,” you asked. Most big brothers weren’t exactly fond of these situations.

“Of course not. I support my sister’s choices in life. And that includes anyone you bring in your life,” he said with a little smile.

“Oh,” you said leaning back in relief. Foot steps announced an arrival and you looked to see K with his mask on and a nice, of course white, suit.

Bruce had his wine glass pressed to his lips but didn’t take a drink. He lowered it and looked between you both. “What is this?”

“We have been seeing it other-“

“He is incapable of feeling love,” Bruce said with a glare at K.

“It wasn’t that kind of thing,” K answered before sitting beside you.

“I don’t need to know the men my sister takes to bed but I must say that I’m shocked,” Bruce said looking at you. “I admittedly thought you were lesbian.”

“That’s what you thought I was announcing?” You smiled and shook your head. “Bi. But there is something I need to tell you,” you said and were you sweating? “Uhh, well… I’m- I’m pregnant.”

Before you could say or do anything else, Bruce had sprung across the table and grabbed K by the collar and slammed him to the floor. It didn’t take much before they were exchanging blows in a fury that most people couldn’t hardly see.

“Stop,” you said angrily. “You’re both acting like children!”

Silverware was thrown at each other and tables flipped. You sighed heavily and grabbed a piece of bread and started tearing and eating it. A huge mirror was broken.

“Bruce, you are paying for any damages,” you said almost conversationally.

Finally they both stopped after thoroughly ruining the room. Both men stood panting. Shirts and jackets were ripped and K had a busted lip. The waiters hadn’t returned to the room probably out of self preservation.

“Look, I am going to decide what I want but I can’t do that if you two are fighting like idiots,” you said angrily and Bruce had the decency to look ashamed. “I’m leaving and neither of you are coming with me until you grow up and clean your mess.”

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I didn’t write Jon kent x reader with Damian finding out because I can’t imagine it. I can only see him dating Damian so I couldn’t imagine him getting with any woman but especially Damian’s sister! But for any situation, Damian would have broken a sword on Jon even tho it didn’t hurt but just because it made Damian feel better.

#fns #batboy fanfic #batsis #kyle rayner x batsis!reader #arsenal x batsis!reader #roy harper x batsis!reader #green lantern x batsis!reader #batsis!reader #kon kent x reader #Kon kent x batsis!reader #superboy x batsis!reader #superboy x reader #kyle rayner x reader #roy harper x reader #ghost maker x reader #ghost maker x batsis!reader #batbros

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Party In The Graveyard (Shiptember 2021 : Drunk)

It’s a day late but heres the Danny x Wes fic I wrote for @ghostgothgeek ‘s Ship Event!! Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking, Mild Suggestive Themes Additional Tags: Post-Reveal, Aged Up Characters, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Getting Together

Summary: So, here’s the thing; Wes never wanted to have a fucking house party, okay? This was all stupid Kyle’s stupid idea. Kyle isn’t even in highschool anymore. He graduated last year. But he invited his whole college freshmen class, and just about everyone from the senior Casper class. And it's just getting better and better. Why? Because about half an hour ago, Danny Fucking Fenton walked in.

Or a fic in which Wes sees Danny getting shitfaced and says, "Is anyone else gonna take care of him, or?" and then doesn't wait for an answer.

Words: 6,233

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“I take back all my poor words. Talk is cheap, but my mind is rich When I close my eyes You grab my wrist, And pull me in to your cold dead lips”

So, here’s the thing; Wes never wanted to have a fucking house party, okay?

This was all stupid Kyle’s stupid idea.

Kyle isn’t even in highschool anymore. He graduated last year. But he invited his whole college freshmen class, and just about everyone from the senior Casper class.

And it's just getting better and better.

Why?

Because about half an hour ago, Danny Fucking Fenton walked in.

He walked in like he owned the goddamn place and the reaction went through everyone like a Whoop—like some kind of synchronized celebration of a miracle.

What, just ‘cause everyone knows he’s Phantom now?

Give him a fuckin’ break.

Currently, Wes is standing adjacent to the fridge, nursing a god-awful drink Kyle shoved into his hands before disappearing back into the throng.

Lighten up, bro, he’d said.

Yeah.

Sure.

The music pounds through the house—a heart beat—a fucking jack-hammer.

People talk and yell and spill their drinks on just about every surface that can stain.

A cheer goes up from the dining room and he rolls his eyes.

He slams his drink and focuses on the outdated calendar on the side of the fridge to keep from shuddering. It makes his mouth water, burns the whole way down and Jesus, seriously, what the fuck did Kyle put in this?

He throws his cup at the overflowing trash can.

His cheeks feel warm, but not even a buzz touches the wound up feeling in his chest.

He passes through the dining room, stops to watch Danny and Dash shotgunning sixteen ounce Mike’s Harder cans. From the looks of the table, they've already gone a few rounds.

Danny finishes five whole seconds before Dash. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and crushes his can.

“Slowing down already, Baxter?” he says, a smug grin plastered across his face. His shoulders are slumped and he talks just a bit too loud.

Dash finishes his and tosses it over his shoulder, which—cool. Fucking nice, what, does he think they have a fucking maid?

“In your dreams, Fenton. We're just getting warmed up. No way I'm getting out-drank by a twig like you, half-ghost or not.”

“Guess we’ll see.” Danny shrugs. He talks like he’s one of those people, has always been one of those people.

Wes rolls his eyes and is just about to slip out of the room when—

“Ohhh shit! If it isn’t the one and only Wesley Weston!”

Fucking hell.

He turns and levels as unimpressed of a look as he can manage at Danny.

“Imagine that. It’s almost like I fucking live here.”

Danny swipes up a plastic cup and then proceeds to walk through the table towards him. People act like they’re finding out all over again.

“Oh come on, Wes. You’re not still mad are you?” He comes up to him and slouches against the archway’s frame.

Wes scrapes his tongue along his teeth. “Mad? What could I possibly be mad about?”

Danny looks at him like a puzzle.

When he talks his voice is quiet, hard to hear over the music. “I dunno, the fact that you knew all along but no one ever listened? They thought you were crazy and you weren’t but no one's even said sorry?” His lips quirk up at the corner and Wes can smell the artificial black cherry dancing on the top of the alcohol in his breath.

He wrinkles his nose and it has nothing to do with the smell.

“I was being facetious, prick.”

Danny smiles bigger, and his eyes glitter, something doe-eyed.

“Right. So you are still mad?”

He pushes air through his teeth.

“Not like it matters,” he says, looking away from Danny, drifting over the room. “Where’s your chaperones? Weird to see you anywhere alone.”

Danny just stares at him for a few seconds before understanding sparks.

“Ah. Sam’s got a family thing. Tuck took a closing shift.” He waves a hand and his head lolls against the wall with a thunk. He lifts the cup to his lips and takes a swig.

Everything about him looks heavy. It’s weird for Danny.

“Have you tried the jungle juice your brother made?” he says. “It sucks. You’ve gotta try it.”

Wes lifts a brow and crosses his arms over his chest.

“How many’ve you had?”

Danny looks down into his cup, swirls its contents. It’s silent for several seconds too long.

“I’m not really sure, honestly. Didn’t know I was supposed to keep count.”

Wes slides a hand down his face.

Jesus Christ.

“Listen, maybe you should slow down—”

“Yo! Fenton! Stop flirting with Wes and fucking get over here, we’re not done.” Dash calls across the room and—

Flirting?!

They weren’t fucking flirting.

What the fuck.

Wes’s face heats up far beyond the liquor in his veins.

Danny looks up and flashes Dash a thumbs up. And then Danny is even closer—grabbing his arm. The chill of his hand goes right through to his stomach.

“Hey,” he breathes, “come watch me outdrink Dash.”

“Why would I wanna do that?” He ignores the way his breath flutters in his lungs, the way he feels light all the way to his toes.

Danny smiles like what he’s about to say is a secret—like it’s just for him, and all of a sudden Wes wants to be as far from Danny as humanly possible.

“Isn’t watching Dash lose at something for once reason enough?”

Wes forces himself to keep breathing and he swallows.

“Fine,” is all he can force out and then Danny is dragging him towards the table. He ignores all the people looking at them.

The fragmented group of A-listers cheer again and Dash slams a bottle of Fireball onto the table, making people's drinks jump and slosh.

“Let’s kick it up a notch, shall we?” he says, grin just shy of evil.

“Where’d you get that?” Wes asks.

Dash cocks a brow. “Paulina found it? Duh.”

God, Kyle really wasn’t joking about getting people fucked up.

Wes is not going to clean up anyone’s puke this time. This shit is all on Kyle.

“Dude, is it even cold?” Danny asks.

“No, it wasn’t in the freezer long enough,” Paulina says. She’s drinking from a champagne flute for some fucking reason. He didn’t even know they had those.

“Gimme that,” Danny says, swiping it from Dash. “No way in hell I’m drinking warm whiskey.”

His eyes glow blue, and when he breathes out its a thin vapor. Frost creeps over the glass and Wes can’t help but shiver.

“Dude, fucking wicked. I’m still not over this,” Dash breathes, clapping his hands together.

How could Wes forget that Dash is Phantom’s number one fanboy after all?

But Danny isn’t looking at Dash—he’s looking at him.

Only it’s different this time. Because before it was always a taunt, blatantly rubbing it in Wes’ face when he used his powers and no one else noticed.

But the way Danny is looking at him now… like he’s waiting for something, thinking about something.

Danny hands back the Fireball and his eyes slip away from Wes and he feels like a fish wrenched from water.

What the hell was that?

“Fuck yeah, Fenton.” Dash unscrews the whiskey, flicks the cap off the mouth with a finger, sending it flying. He pours directly into their cups, the liquid glugging through the frosted neck of the bottle.

“Two shots of vodka,” someone says and everyone laughs.

“No chasers?” Danny asks, eyeing his cup.

Dash puts down the Fireball. “What’s the matter, you scared of the burn?”

“Not a chance,” he says, and holds out his cup to Dash. They cheers each other and then they’re throwing it back.

It sinks in his stomach like a rock. There’s no way this ends well.

It’s on the sixth round of Fireball that Dash starts to look green. He sets down his cup and leans on the table. He stares at the clear storage container of jungle juice and Kwan comes up beside him, pats his arm.

“Dude, maybe you should call it.”

“I’m fine, ‘s fine…” His words slur together. He tries to stand up straight and Kwan and Paulina both have to keep him up right.

Danny laughs. “Not lookin’ great, Baxter,” he says, his own words falling sluggishly from his mouth. Danny goes to lift his cup to his lips again and Wes puts his hand over it.

“Nope. You two are done.”

“Come on, Wes. Don’t be a buzzkill. I’m good!” Danny says. “Dash is the one that lost!” He flings his hand towards Dash and knocks the Fireball over, spilling it all over the table.

The group all crows at once, a choir of “oh shit” “nice one” and “duuuude noooo”’s. A few people rush to grab their phones from harm's way.

Danny blinks at the table. “Oops,” he says.

A smile splits his face and he starts chuckling. It builds from him, a laugh, something outside of him—beyond him.

He laughs until he’s doubled over, holding onto Wes to keep himself stable.

“Yeah, that’s it. You’ve had more than enough.” He grabs Danny’s cup from him before he can spill that too and drinks it himself. The cinnamon burns through his sinuses and he shudders. Ugh.

Danny straightens and sways just a bit, stumbling into him—their faces inches apart.

“Hey, that was mine,” he says, voice twisted in a pout. “Not cool.” His breath is cold, thick with the smell of whiskey.

Wes feels frozen, feels like he can’t breathe.

His heart pounds in his chest and he prays Danny isn’t so close he can feel it.

Around them the choir starts again, a chorus of suggestive “ooo”’s. He can feel their eyes on him and it makes his skin crawl.

Fucking dammit, this is all Fenton’s fault.

He pushes Danny away from him. Not fast or rough, just to arms length. He coughs.

“Star, you should go to the kitchen and get them both some water,” he says.

She gives him an annoyed look.

“I don’t see you doing anything else,” he snaps.

“I’m drunk too, you know,” she says, but gets up and leaves towards the kitchen.

Paulina and Kwan coax Dash into a chair, and he puts his head down on the table, groaning. A few others are sopping up the Fireball with paper towels.

Danny sags in his grip, goofy smile still plastered all over his face.

“I’ve never been drunk before, this is awesome,” he says.

Wes rolls his eyes, and maneuvers Danny into a chair. His head lolls back and he stares at the ceiling for a second before perking back up and trying to go for someone else's cup.

“Dude, I’m serious.” Wes moves the cup out of his reach. “Quit while you’re ahead.”

Danny groans, sinking down in his chair like he’s boneless.

“Come on, Wes,” he says. “You think I don’t know my own limits?”

“You just said this is your first time being drunk.”

Danny blows a raspberry.

Star walks back into the room and hands Wes a glass of water and then slides one across the table at Dash.

“Here. Wanna drink? Drink this.”

“Ugh, fine,” he says.

He’s a few swigs into it when he stops.

“God, it’s hot in here. Is anyone else hot?” And before anyone can answer his eyes glow that bright blue and a chill works through the air, plummets the temperature.

“Danny—” Goosebumps rise over Wes’ skin and his breath fogs from his mouth.

At varying levels of exasperation, the people around cry out.

“Dude, cut that out,” he says, smacking Danny’s arm.

“Ow, why are you hitting me?”

“Because you’re being a pain in the ass.”

Danny looks at him, blinks heavy eyelids. He smiles.

“What.”

“Nothing, you just… You’re cute when you’re all annoyed sometimes.”

The ground feels like it opens up underneath him.

His thoughts screech to a stop. It smells like burnt rubber, like cinnamon and black cherry.

It’s just the alcohol. No fucking way Danny of all people would say that to him.

“You really are drunk,” he says, but his voice sounds off kilter.

Across the house the last song fades out and Usher’s Yeah comes on. People scream and cheer.

“Holy shit, I love this song,” Danny says and stands up. He sways and catches himself on the edge of the table, starts laughing again. “Whew, that was close. The spinning is normal, right?”

Fucking Christ, how did he end up on babysitting duty again? He rubs his temples.

Is he really about to do this?

“You should lay down.” He heaves a sigh. “Come on.”

“Jeez, Wes, that's pretty forward,” Danny says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Heat flashes through him.

“Would you just shut up,” he hisses. “And stop making it cold. Jesus.”

Danny snorts and when he moves from the table he wobbles. Wes grabs him before he topples and slings Danny’s arm over his shoulder to keep him up.

Danny leans into him, almost unbalances them.

“You got a problem with the cold, Wes?” he says, this time his cold breath is against the side of his neck. It sends chills down his spine.

“I don’t have to help you, you know,” he says, voice thick. “You can get alcohol poisoning for all I care.”

“You’re a bad liar, Wes.”

Wes yanks Danny along beside him and out of the dining room.

“Shut up, Danny. You’re drunk.”

He hauls Danny past the living room and the knot of people dancing and singing. A few call out to them, ask them to come have fun. He steers them away before Danny can pull away and join them.

“But I wanna have fun, Wes,” he whines.

“Dude, you can’t even stand without my help right now, you really wanna try dancing?”

“Dance with me, then.”

Wes stops. He looks over at Danny and…

He—

He blinks, shakes his head.

“No, not—not right now,” he mumbles.

“There’s a whole reason I came alone, you know,” Danny says.

“What, so you could get fucked up and no one would stop you?”

“Yeah! I mean… well, that’s part of it.”

Wes guides them towards the stairs, ignoring the looks.

“Your house is bigger than it looks from the outside,” Danny says.

“Thanks?”

“Mmhm.”

God. This is so not what he thought tonight was going to be like.

“Where are we going?” Danny asks.

“Somewhere you can lay down and sober up.”

“Tha’s not vague.”

Wes starts pulling Danny up the staircase. The second floor is dark, and he gropes around to hit the light.

The first few steps are fine, which is to say the next steps aren’t fine.

What he’s saying is that Danny says, “oh shit.”

And then he’s falling—pulling Wes down with him.

More accurately, Danny trips and pulls Wes down on top of him.

They end up in a heap and Danny groans like someone does when they fall on the fucking stairs.

“Ow.” He reaches for the back of his head. Then he’s laughing, like it's the funniest goddamn thing in the world, what just happened. His face screws up, the face of someone who doesn’t know he’s in pain, just pretending.

“Seriously?” Wes snaps. His shin smarts—must have hit it on the stairs.

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughs each syllable. “You good?”

“No, I’m not—” And he looks down and he realizes how close they are. Realizes the way Danny’s hair falls into his face, the light catching the slope of his jaw.

Danny quiets at the same time and it’s like they get stuck there. Like nothing else exists other than this staircase and this moment and the way Danny feels cool and solid like a summer night underneath him.

“Hey,” Danny says—sounds almost breathless. “Come here often?”

Wes rolls his eyes and just like that the moment is over.

“Ugh.” He pushes himself up, detangles himself from Danny.

Danny reaches for him, that stupid smile back on his face.

“Oh come on, Wes,” he says.

“Quit messing around, dude.”

Danny pushes himself up, runs a hand through his hair and Wes tracks the motion with his eyes against his best wishes.

“You’re so mean. I could have a concussion and this is how you treat me?”

Wes stands up and straightens his clothes. “You’re fine.”

Danny gives him a look and then something sparks in his eyes. “I’m going to text Sam and Tucker and tell them how mean you are to me.”

Psh. He says that like they don’t already hate him.

“Would you just get up?”

“These stairs are actually kinda comfy,” he says, head rolling back, sinking back down and closing his eyes. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

Wes kicks his leg.

“You can lay down in the room. Get up.”

Danny heaves a sigh, throws an arm over his eyes.

“Fiiinnneee.” He pulls himself up by the handrail, stops in a sitting position. “Jesus,” he says, voice just above a whisper. His breathing gets weird. It makes Wes pause.

“You okay?”

“...Spinning,” Danny breathes. He’s quiet for a bit, and Wes just lets him sit there. Danny holds his head in his hands for a while.

Worry creeps into the back of his mind. Maybe Danny wasn’t kidding about the concussion thing. Maybe he should get someone—

Then Danny is standing up and Wes steadys his other arm.

“I got you,” he says. “Feeling okay?”

Danny sends him a weak smile. “Yeah. Laying down does sound good though," he mumbles.

They make it up the rest of the stairs, and Danny leans against the wall as Wes opens the door to his room.

It’s dark and quiet inside and he flips on the light.

He helps Danny in, and he flops face first onto his bed. He groans and rolls over.

“I’m thinking those last few shots of Fireball were a bad idea…”

Wes snorts and closes the door softly behind him.

“Oh, just the last few, huh?”

“I was havin’ fun, smartass,” Danny grumbles.

Wes leans back against his dresser and crosses his arms. “I said you should have stopped but noooo, no one listens to Wes.”

It gets quiet and he can feel the heaviness in the air. He clears his throat. “If you throw up in my bed, I’m kicking you out the window.”

“I’m not going to throw up.”

“Famous last words, Fenton.”

“Shaddup,” Danny says, and it gets quiet.

Wes can feel the bass from the music through the floor, the muffled sound of singing, laughing, talking. He’s used to ducking out at parties early. He’s used to laying in bed and listening to the songs through the walls until the voices slowly fade and the house is empty again. He listens to Kyle stumble up to bed and knock into the walls and yell “I’m okay” when he does.

He’s not used to having… company.

Danny sits up like a puppet on too few strings. He makes a frustrated noise.

“It’s still hot,” he sighs.

“It’s the alcohol, dude.”

Danny runs his hands over his face, and then reaches back and starts pulling his hoodie off. It drags his shirt up with it and Wes can’t help but look. He looks at the multitude of scars staining Danny’s skin and the way his muscles move over his ribs and—he pulls his gaze away and studies the floor instead.

“This is your bedroom, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Doesn’t look how I thought it would.”

Wes wrinkles his nose. “How'd you think it would look?”

Danny takes his time looking around the room, hoodie pooled in his lap, before he looks at Wes and gives a boneless shrug.

“I dunno. More,” he holds his hands up, splays his fingers, “raah!”

“I… don’t know what that means.”

“You know! Like… newspaper-clipping red-web on all the walls,” Danny says, smile creeping back.

Wes squints at Danny. He pushes off his dresser.

“That’s still all you think of me?” He picks a pillow from his bed and throws it at Danny’s face. Danny lets out a yelp.

“Besides, I took all that shit down when the truth came out anyway,” he says, trying and failing to keep the inkling of a smile from his voice.

Danny looks at him blankly for a second before he starts to smile again.

“Wait, was that… Did you just make a joke?”

Wes snorts.

“You did! Holy shit, Wes has a sense of humor, this is bigger news than my shit. I gotta tell everyone.”

Danny looks soft, sitting like this in the middle of his bed, eyes warm in a way Wes didn’t realize they could be.

Something in him loosens.

“Good luck getting people to believe you…” he says.

“Oh, how the turn tables,” Danny says, and for a bit all they do is smile at each other.

Danny looks away first, he glances up at the light and squints.

“You got a light that isn’t so fuckin’ bright?”

“I thought the light sensitivity was supposed to happen the morning after drinking.”

“You’re full of jokes tonight.”

Wes rolls his eyes and flips on the bedside lamp and then shuts off the overhead light.

Danny hums and flops back down. “Better,” he says.

It’s silent for a few beats and Danny lifts his head to look at him. He smacks the comforter a few times with a flat hand.

Wes blanches; he’s all too aware of himself, of Danny and the dim light and the closed door.

“Dude, chill,” Danny says, like he can read his mind—wait, he can’t actually do that, right? Ghosts can’t do that?

“Sit down or something. You just standing there watching me is creepy,” Danny says.

Wes swallows his own heartbeat, shakes his head. “Seriously, between the two of us, I’m not the creepy one.”

“Says the stalker.”

“I didn’t stalk you.”

Danny gives him a look, with raised eyebrows and everything.

Wes sits on the side of the bed, scoots back so he’s leaned against the headboard.

“I was… investigating.”

Danny laughs. “Sure, dude. Whatever you say,” and his voice is like smoke—hickory and rough but winding through the air like silk.

They fall into an amiable silence, cotton soft, but cold. Danny has an arm over his eyes again, and his breathing is so slow it’s hard to pick out from the music downstairs.

He rakes a hand through his hair and takes out his phone. He unlocks it and scrolls mindlessly for a while.

He can’t focus.

Not with Danny so close like this. Not when everything is different now. His mind drifts off and he tries to keep track of every breath, wonders if he’s fallen asleep—

“Hey, Wes.”

He jumps. Just a little bit.

“Y-yeah?”

“I’m sorry.”

He puts his phone down.

“...For what?”

“For making everyone think you were crazy.”

Wes twists his hand in his comforter. Why the hell is Danny apologizing to him? After everything he’s done to him… tried to do to him. It gets stuck in his throat.

“It’s… You don’t have to—” he wishes he’d had a few more drinks.

“Nah. I do. Looking back, I didn’t handle you knowing very well.”

He chews on his lip. He’s never felt so out of place.

“Danny…”

Danny moves his arm and looks up at him and his courage almost shrivels.

“I’m the one who should apologize. Not you. I—” He balls his hands into fists. “What I did, trying to basically out you, that wasn’t… that wasn’t okay.”

“You didn’t know the whole situation.”

“Did I need to? It was still fucked up and. I’m sorry. I was so wrapped up in wanting to be right that I didn’t care what it could have done to you.”

It feels like glass coming up from his throat.

He’s lost sleep, engraved in the ceiling all the ways he fucked up, all the times he's glad now that no one listened to him. His eyes feel hot and there’s no way in hell he’s going to fucking get emotional in front of Danny.

“It all worked out in the end,” Danny says. He says it easy, gentle. “You were still technically right, though, so… There’s that.”

Wes huffs. “Yeah. I guess.” He fights through all the mess. “I don’t know how this didn’t happen sooner though. You were terrible at hiding it.”

Danny props himself up on his elbows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude, I'm a great liar.”

Wes leans his head back on the headboard. “Sure, but you’re reckless as hell. How many times did you stick your arm through your locker in front of God and everyone?”

Danny smiles wide and bright.

“Honestly, after a while, it was just fun to see how far I could go before anyone noticed.”

Wes can’t help but chuckle. “Pretty far, obviously.”

“No kidding.”

Wes runs his palms over his jeans.

“You’re good though, right?” Wes looks anywhere but Danny. “At home and all that.”

“Oh. Yeah. It was, uhm, a lot for my parents. But we’re getting there.”

“Good… That’s good.” The words feel sharp and blocky, and he doesn’t know what else to say. What else can he say?

His buzz pulls away from him, pulls him down, makes his lids heavy.

“How do you think Dash is doing?” Danny says.

“Pf. If he isn’t hugging a trashcan right now, I’ll be shocked.”

Danny laughs.

Wes leans over onto some of his pillows.

“How are you this okay after drinking all that?”

Danny shrugs. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m feeling it. My guess is something to do with the healing factor ghost shit.”

“Right, makes sense.”

He feels tired and heavy and the darkness at the corners of the room get fuzzier.

“Paulina brought her own champagne glass,” Danny tells him. And he laughs because, who does that?

He rolls onto his back and they stare at the ceiling.

“Are you kidding? Paulina does that, it’s Paulina,” Danny says.

They stare at the ceiling like it’s not a ceiling, like it might become more than just ceiling. Wes imagines it disappearing completely.

Danny likes stars, doesn’t he?

When Danny talks again it’s like he’s far away. An arms length, an atmosphere’s length… he doesn’t know.

Danny says, “sucks that I’m missing the Super Smash Tournament.”

Wes tries to keep his eyes from slipping shut. The bed pulls him like quicksand, the smell of sleep. “Trust me, dude, Kyle always wins anyway.”

Danny says something, something about who he mains or doesn’t main. It becomes all the same, the sluggish rise and fall.

At some point between light and dark Wes decides that he likes the sound of Danny’s voice. He somehow likes that the room is colder than it usually is.

And maybe somewhere between all that he decides some other stuff too.

—

Wes wakes up before Danny. The sun streams in through a gap in his curtains, pooling on the wall and floor.

He doesn’t have a headache, but his neck hurts like hell.

Danny is lying on his side faced away from him and, fuck, thank God. He thinks about last night, about Danny in his arms and he—

He sits up and rubs his hands over his warm cheeks.

Water. He should get some water.

He slips out of his room and goes downstairs to the kitchen. The house is quiet.

Well.

Mostly.

He can hear the sink running and the clink of glass. When he comes around the corner he sees Kyle washing dishes. The house is only half as trashed as he thought it’d be.

Kyle looks up at him as he walks in.

“Morning.”

He grunts, going to pluck a clean glass from the drying rack.

“Hangover?”

“Nah. Slept wrong.” He fills his glass at the fridge and downs it all at once. The water helps wash the sour taste from his mouth. Ugh, he should still brush his teeth.

He fills the glass again and heads back upstairs. He pushes back into his room and when the door creaks he sees Danny jump.

He walks around the bed and offers the glass to a squinting Danny.

“Awake?” he asks.

Danny groans and pushes himself up. His hair is messy, hanging in his eyes. It's infuriating.

He rubs the side of his face and when he takes the cup their fingers brush.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

“We have pop-tarts and cereal and shit downstairs.”

Danny gives him a thumbs up while he drinks.

He wants to ask if he’s okay... He decides to leave it for later.

Wes leaves his room and goes back to the kitchen. When he gets there, he pulls the pop-tarts down from the cabinet.

“So, here’s what I’m thinking,” Kyle says, “if you wanna clean the dining room, I’ll clean the living room.”

“Nope, no. This was your thing, dude. You threw the party.”

“But Wes,” he whines, “Dad’s gonna be home tonight.”

“Then you should probably get started,” he says and claps him on the shoulder on his way to the toaster.

“Dude, cold blooded. You’re just gonna watch me slave away for hours and not even help your own brother?”

“Uh... yeah.” He slots the pop-tarts into the toaster. He turns towards Kyle and leans against the counter, grinning at him.

Kyle gives him a look.

“How much.”

“No. No, I’m not gonna be bought this time.”

“Twenty bucks.”

“Kyle.”

“Fine, you drive a hard bargain. Forty.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“‘This time?’ What happened last time?”

They jump and look at Danny as he comes down the stairs. He has his hoodie slung over a shoulder and the half empty water glass in his hand.

“Holy shit,” Kyle says.

“It’s not important,” he says, sending a glare at the back of Kyle’s head.

Danny walks up to the counter and sets the glass down to pull his hoodie on.

“No fucking way,” Kyle says, voice pitched up. “I didn’t believe it when everyone was talking about it last night, holy shit.”

Danny tugs the hem of his hoodie down and gives Kyle a confused look that he moves over to Wes.

He returns the look, just as lost.

“Dude, what the hell are you talking about?”

“You two hooking up last night,” Kyle says, like it’s obvious.

It feels like for a second time stops—

Hooking up?

Hooking up?!

His heart skips in his chest and heat rushes to his face and the tips of his ears. He feels like he’s been slapped across the face.

Danny looks like a deer in the headlights.

“Uh—”

The toaster pops.

“Which, can I just say, I totally called it. I knew there had to be another reason Wes was so obsessed with yo—”

“Kyle!” he snaps, his voice higher than he anticipated. “Kyle, oh my fucking god, shut up. We didn’t— Nothing happened last night, we just—”

His breath feels tight in his throat and he wants to lock himself in his room forever. He can’t make himself look at Danny.

“Who the hell told you that-that we—”

“Uh, dude, a bunch of people saw you guys go into your room together. You know Pualina was telling me that Danny was all over yo—”

“Okay! Thank you, Kyle!” he cuts in. “Jesus fucking—” He buries his face in his hands.

This is it, this is how he’s going to die.

“I’m just glad for you two! I mean, like, jeez, finally!”

“Kyle, I’ll help you clean if you shut up right now and never bring this up ever again.”

Kyle stops, face lighting up. “Dude, deal.”

“Cool. Now please leave.”

“What?”

Wes grabs him by the arm and starts dragging him out of the kitchen. “Leave. Go get the cleaning shit from the garage or some shit, I don’t know.”

“Oh. Ohhhh, I see. I get you. I’ll leave you two kids alone to enjoy your breakfast together,” he says with a wink and holy fuck, he’s going to kill his fucking brother.

Kyle heads for the stairs and calls down, “Lemme know when it’s safe to come back down!”

Wes drags his hands down his face. He lets out a slow breath and he tries to ignore his pounding heart.

Wes goes to the nearest counter and puts his head down. The surface is cold against his burning skin. He groans like an injured animal and at this point he really wishes someone would put him out of his misery.

“Well…” Danny says from behind him.

He hears Danny moving and the sound of the fridge being opened. He looks up, watches as Danny takes orange juice from the fridge. When he turns around he sees his face is red too.

“I mean… hardly the worst rumor to get spread around about us,” he says. That stupid smile makes its way onto Danny’s face.

“I once had this dude tell everyone at school that I was a ghost. It was super weird.”

Wes shakes his head. “Dude, shut up.” But he can’t help the grin that pulls at his lips.

Danny laughs, a quieter thing today than it was last night.

“I can have some, right?” he asks, lifting the OJ.

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

They fall into silence while Danny pours a glass and Wes goes to numbly retrieve his pop-tarts.

“It’s probably spread through all of Casper now, huh.”

Danny glances at him. Something dances through his expression. He hums as he takes a drink of his juice.

“Uh. Probably further than that, now that everyone knows I'm… you know.” Danny shoots him an uneasy look.

Right. Right.

This was just getting better and better.

He takes a bite of his pop-tart. It crumbles in his mouth like sand.

“Are you… okay?” Danny asks. He reaches back and rubs his neck, and dammit, now he’s just adding insult to injury.

He looks at him, and he sees the nerves in the way he holds himself, stitched into the way the light hits him. He’s not asking just one question.

Wes swallows.

“Yeah… Yeah, I mean, like you said. There could be way worse rumors,” he says. He looks at Danny like he’s too far away, like he enjoyed last night way more than he should have. And he sees it in Danny too, some sort of mirror.

“I think so too,” Danny says, heavy the way he exhales it.

They break eye contact and Wes doesn’t really know what to do, what to say.

“Well, uh. You have cleaning to do, I guess. I should probably get home before my parents get too freaked out.”

Wes nods. “Yeah, probably.” He wonders if Danny knows what’s in his voice. The dark from last night is clouding his mind, pulling him, begging him to just say it.

“Yeah… I’ll, uh, see you at school?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

But Danny doesn't move.

He lingers like a shadow. He looks like he wants to go. He looks like he wants to stay.

“Wes,” he says.

Wes looks at him.

He worries at his bottom lip and moves along the counter towards him.

“Thanks. For last night.”

He lets out a puff. “Well, someone had to make sure you didn’t die the rest of the way from alcohol poisoning.”

Danny rolls his eyes.

“I wasn’t that bad.”

“You were pretty bad.”

“Not even.” Danny smiles.

And they’re close again, sharing each other's space.

“It wasn’t… awful, I guess,” he says before he can stop himself. “Even with you being a pain in the ass the entire time.”

“Maybe we could do it again sometime,” Danny murmurs.

“What, me looking after your drunk ass the whole night?”

Danny snorts. “No, I was thinking more like I match you drink for drink instead,” he says.

“At least then you’d last till the Smash tournament.”

Danny glances away.

“I didn’t mind missing it too much, actually.”

Wes’s breath gets stuck and his heart beats like a drum in his ribcage.

“Really?”

“Yeah…”

In some ways it’s just like last night; Danny’s close enough he can feel the movement of his breath between them.

“It’s way more fun, bothering you.”

It’s a slow motion sort of thing, a hair raising thing.

“Well you’re an expert at it by now.”

Wes thinks about theme parks. Sitting at the top of the sky and just before his stomach drops—

“Always room for improvement. I could get better at it if you want me to.”

And what if he does? What if he wants to see Danny in all the ways he can? What if he wants to know Danny for real this time?

Maybe he wants pictures, proof that it’s real.

Maybe it’s always been leading to this.

Maybe it’s fucked up.

Wes having the power to hurt him all over again.

“Drink for drink?” he says, barely a whisper.

“Drink for drink,” Danny says—closer, closer, breath against his lips.

Danny gives him time to pull away. But Wes doesn’t. Something to do with what he decided last night.

“Prove it.”

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