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nhularin · 2 years

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Some Enhypen headcanons because I'm bored

warnings: crack, nonsensical stuff😭😭 dont take this seriously please, me being delulu, dts in heeseungs, its 4 am my mind isnt minding, not proofread

HEESEUNG

Man

I feel like since he has his own room and yk, is a certified gamer™

He rage quits a lot and throws shit around

" User Goku_outdoer_forever stop playing around and get ur shit together or ill kill u!!!!" he's 13 please calm down Mr. Lee

his poor members will be startled awake by his outbursts

talking abt gamer boy hee

his room REEKS of sweat, energy drinks and pent up rage

its okay boo i still love u xx

Jay

facebook mom

"niki why are u making that face, SMILE"

takes 10k food pics from 9229 different angles

its ok tho the house smells amazing bc of him

fashion influencaaaa

Nope its not sunghoon sorry guys

forces jungwon or jake to rate his outfits of the week (in exchange for food of course)

Gets pissed when they rate it a score lower than 9 ( how dare u insult my ability to put clothes together)

Jake

How do i say this in the nicest way

This man gives me massive Kevin Nguyen vibes

Especially with his black hair and glasses

the way je flirts with engenes is criminal

dude i thought we had something serious why are u cheating on me

the type to drive up to ur house in a red maserati and baseball cap

ykw the whole oitfit of jake in subway surfers 😭

its okay babe ill ignore ur red flags

SUNGHOON

he sleeps with his eyes WIDE open

so damn still too😭 is he dead or just having a peaceful slumber??? No one knows

he reminds me of a lululemon girl (no i will not explain myself)

no thoughts behind those eyes

MC Sunghoon will forever be in my heart

tried to google funny gen z jokes but ended up on the wrong side of reddit

Now he's stuck with bad dad jokes :/ he thinks theyre funny too (they are babe ill always find them funny"

Wonyo and him gossip about the whole industry

might even be worse than sunoo...

i can see him being a (fanfic) writer

runs a red velvet (irene) account

SUNOO

Im scared

Dude is probably friend's with like half of the kpop industry

probably has a burn book (kidding!)

owns a fan account and causes fanwars

"Enha flops!" Watch as chaos unfolds

since its confirmed that idols have finstas

he owns a tea account abt hybe especially abt enhypen

" sunghoon smells like shit and doesnt wipe after pissing - s.jy" we all know its u sunoo

JUNGWON

biggest blackmailer

probably has shit on everyone and their mother

"Whattttt no he's innocent and would never do that" oh he would.

remember how he danced / popped in his sleep during i-land? now its worse

LMAOOOO imagine him bolting up fromhis bed like hes being electrocuted

poor sunoo sees his life flashing by

Okay i know this might sound crazy and so not jungwon but hear me out

He owns a tiktok stan account for jungkook

and makes those "would ____ survive a jungkook killer smile???" Videos and proceeds to add John Cena and JYP

Sunoo and him are the unbeatable duo when it comes to defending their faves

but when it comes to their own group.... crickets!!!!

NIKI

Gym RAT

not the good kind either he looks like he smells

kidding

or am i

probably spends hours in the bathroom trying to work on his thirst trap face

"riki stop hogging the bathroom" " im shitting!"

learns gg dances in his free time

yall definitely saw his pre debut videos man was EATING IT UPPPPP

imagine him dancing to poppy with his overgrown fetus body

#1 isa fan and swith im sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

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2jaeh · 3 years

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Country Club | Kim Doyoung

Genre: smut , daddy

Warnings: dilf! Doyoung, uni! Reader, RichAU,

Praise kink!, public, just DY being a hot rich dad tbh.

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

Author! SIN

Your father invited a friend to join you for your Saturday morning golf game, the catch was his friend and you have a very dirty secret.

A/N: admin SIN here! Sorry I’ve been IA, I’ve had so many commissions and I’m still working on the freaks prequel and another Yuta fic (help), so here’s a little smutty DY fic while y’all wait !

TAGS: @infnteen 🖤 thanks for the cute msg!

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It was a cool morning and the smell of the wet freshly cut grass signaled the first rain of spring. You were up in your room, taking a break from university, and you found yourself longing for the Mountain View’s of the country club.

Thankfully mom and dad were aching to host a spring party for their friends and you were able to tag along with them to your summer vacation home. It had been awhile since you’d been here, and the last time you set foot on these grounds you were almost in trouble.

Almost.

“Sweetheart dont you think the gardens look absolutely ravishing today” your mom marveled as you made your way downstairs in a white mini tennis skirt and a sky blue golf shirt.

“Absolutely mother” you smiled and placed kiss on her forehead before grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and poured yourself a glass. You stood in front of the clear glass sliding doors watching your father pace the lawn probably talking to a work friend on his phone.

“Mother I thought we were going to the golf course today, he’s not planning on working is he ?” You pouted, stuffing a blueberry muffin into your mouth.

“Your father will never miss a golf session dear” your mother chuckled, “just get your things together sweety your dad will be with you shortly.”

Sighing you downed the last of the lemonade and went to the shoe rack to find your white tennis shoes and asked one of the estates employees to load your golf bag into the golf cart.

Shortly after, your dad followed, a huge smile spread across his face as he noticed your cheeky pout obviously knowing what mood you were in.

“I’m sorry hun but work called, those varsity tuition isn’t going to pay itself now is it ?”

You rolled your eyes playfully and slipped into the golf carts driver seat and patted the seat next to you,

“Ok fine but I’m driving.”

The two of you made your way down the courtyard and into the country club’s entrance. The gravel road was covered by huge oak trees, placed strategically along the sides leading to the huge mansion at the end.

Your father directed you to the golf course and one of the gates men welcomed you in before all you saw in front of you was the bright green golf course.

“I’m feeling lucky today hun, I can feel it” your dad squeezed his fist while you let out a chuckle, “easy there Tiger Woods”

“Well I’m definitely going to beat Doyoung that’s for sure”

“Doyoung ?” Saying his name already brought you a flash of memories.

“Yeah you remember my work buddy Mr Kim right ? He’s here helping out with the party, he brought over his sons too” your dad spoke as you pulled up to the first hole.

“What about his....wife ?” You swallowed, as your mind raced back to last year’s Christmas lunch.

First and fur-most Kim Doyoung was the hottest dad at the country club. He was still quite young in comparison to the other fathers thanks to his choices of getting hitched way too early. Most people would describe him as helpful, responsible the kind of guy who genuinely helped out the people around him.

But you knew a very different side to him.

It was the evening of the lunch that you and a friend had snuck outside for a smoke, knowing your fathers would be tremendously upset with that action for their little girls. After your friend ran off to God knows where, Doyoung had emerged and the look on his face as he watched you drag in that cigarette was...something.

“You’re such a naughty girl y/n disobeying daddy like this” he said in a silky voice, taking the cigarette with his slender fingers and placing it to his own mouth.

You watched him in awe, pulling in that cigarette and exhale the smoke up into the sky like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“Please don’t tell my dad Mr Kim” you had said in a high tone, surprising yourself at the hint of desperation in your voice.

“Don’t worry it will be our little secret love” Doyoung winked taking in another drag but this time he grabbed your chin and blew the smoke into your mouth. It felt intoxicating. But a sudden call from his wife had pulled you out of your fantasy and he disappeared, not seeing him since then.

Until now ofcourse.

“Oh your mother didn’t tell you ? Doyoung and Hani are divorced now, yeah she took off with some model and left him with the kids” your dad shrugged and greeted the caddy waiting on the course for him.

“Oh I see” you responded, placing a baseball cap on your head and watched your father tee off.

It wasn’t long until you heard another golf cart behind you as you began setting up your shot, wanting to look back desperately.

“Kim Doyoung” your father bellowed as you took your shot and turned around to meet your guests.

You noticed Doyoung had brought both his sons, Jeno a guy somewhat around your age and his little brother Jisung. It was quite surprising to see them outside when you knew they preferred to stay couped up in their bedrooms playing video games.

“Hey y/n, I didn’t know you’d be here too” Jeno shyly waved while Jisung inspected a golf club.

“Yeah I’m on spring break, so I decided to spend a bit of it here” you replied, moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Doyoung smiled at you innocently and held out his hand, “it’s good to have you back y/n” he said as you took his hand and nodded shyly. Doyoung returned to his conversation with your father and all you could do was stare at how gorgeous he looked today.

Dressed in white slacks, a navy blue polo shirt and black rimmed glasses, girls your age may not understand your desires but to you Doyoung was incredibly sexy to say the least.

He was well built too, his wide shoulders and small waist gave him a swimmer physique, it was all too tempting to know what he looked like underneath his attire.

“How about we mix the teams, you and y/n versus Jeno and I ?” Your dad suggested and Doyoung looked over at you briefly and smiled,

“You got yourself a deal, winner gets that Sauvignon Blanc you’ve been hoarding in your cellar” Doyoung chuckled and set up his ball for his shot.

You tried not to stare but God was it hard. You watched as his eyes narrowed on his target and his dark hair waved as he swung. Doyoung twisted his body posing as he watched his almost perfect swing lead his ball closer it’s target.

“Jeno get ya head in the game boy” your father grumbled as Jeno found himself lost in a game on his phone.

Jisung snickered as Jeno sighed and removed himself from his game to join the one he was supposed to be playing in reality. You could already tell that your competitive father immediately regretted his decision of swopping teams when Jeno’s swing only had the ball drop just a few feet away from him.

“I mean, that was a hit alright” You stifled a laughter.

“I’m not used to these golf clubs!” Jeno whined as his father tapped him on his shoulder, “A good player never blames the equipment son, y/n let’s head over to the hole shall we ?” Doyoung said jumping into his cart.

“Are we not waiting until we’re done ?” Your father grumbled still watching Jeno struggle with his form.

“Seems like we’ll be here all night if one team doesn’t get a move on” Doyoung pressed his lips together, hiding the smug smile that was beginning to form on his face,

“The caddy’s will make sure we’re not...cheating, let’s go win this y/n.”

You hugged your sulking father and hopped in the golf cart next to Doyoung, keeping your eyes on the path ahead of you.

From time to time you found yourself staring over at him, taking in that side profile as he casually maneuvered the vehicle over the greenery until you arrived at your destination.

“Shall we ?” Doyoung said, wetting his bottom lip with tongue and placed his cold hand on your exposed thigh.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, much like that night with the cigarette. You wanted more, you wanted to test just how far you could go.

And knowing that sneaking around in secret like this only made it more exciting.

“It’s going to be pretty easy to sink this” you pouted as you noticed your ball was just mere centimeters away from the first hole.

“You sound disappointed” Doyoung raised an eyebrow as he watched you set up your shot.

“We’re going to be quite far ahead of them”

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing”

You looked up at Doyoung who causally waited aside, watching you line up your shot. He wasn’t going to say it just yet, but he was definitely enjoying the view.

Sucking in a deep breath you hit the ball, but missed the target completely and felt your cheeks heat up when Doyoung lightly chuckled.

“Your form is correct you just hit it way too hard, here let me help you”

Doyoung dropped his club and made his way over to you as you got into position for your shot. Your breathing hitched when he stood behind you, a hand placed around your waist and the other on top of yours on the golf club.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck as he pulled your hips against his, bending you slightly over to feel a little more of you.

Your eyes fluttered up to where the caddy was, nervous that he’d feel some type away about this interaction but he was too invested in his phone to care.

“He’s not going to say or do anything, trust me” Doyoung whispered into your ear as you felt his hand tighten around your waist and pull your ass even closer to his crotch.

“Like this ?” You pushed your ass up to grind up against him, satisfied when you heard a small moan escape his lips.

You hit the ball and watched it sink into the hole in satisfaction. Doyoung pulled away from your body and clapped at your victory,

“Well done love” he praised and it made you rub your thighs together. You don’t know why but hearing him praise you made you so wet, all you wanted to do was be his good girl.

Doyoung’s turn was next and he easily sunk in his shot and before you knew it you two were already on your way to the next hole.

This time in the drive Doyoung had one hand on your thigh, squeezing lightly as he drove through the course casually. Finally pulling up to the next hole, you immediately got into position to tee off,

“Am I doing it right ?” You pouted back at Doyoung who stood a distance as he downed a bottle of water.

“You got this love, hey I’ll tell you what” Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair and unbuttoned the first button of his Ralph Lauren polo shirt,

“If you get this in with Atleast three shots I’ll give you a reward.”

You swallowed hard, your mind buzzing with what the reward could be. Shaking your head that was filled with fantasies you took your shot, surprised that it was a pretty decent one at that.

“Well done love, you must really want that reward” Doyoung mused, his small praises driving you into a frenzy once again.

Doyoung quickly took yet another perfect shot and the two of you hopped in the cart headed for the final stretch of the play.

Again not wasting anytime you took your shot and managed to complete the round in just two shots, immediately turning to Doyoung and gave him a dashing smile.

“Wow love, you did beautifully” he praised, coming over to stroke your back and sent your thoughts into overdrive,

“Let me finish up here and we can sort that reward out” Doyoung’s voice was filled with mischief.

Just like he said Doyoung finished his round quite quickly and went over to the caddy whispering to him before heading back to you in the cart.

“What did you tell him ?” You asked as Doyoung started the ignition and began driving on a slightly different, more secluded path.

“Told him not to follow us, and just meet us at the next hole” Doyoung pressed his lips together and you watched his eyes search for a spot that was hidden from passerby’s.

Doyoung stopped the engine and jumped out of the cart, quickly pulling you out and leaned your back against the hood of the golf cart. His eyes were dark and a smirk grew on his face as his fingers brushed against your cheek, over your chest and eventually landed on your thigh.

“You love to praised y/n, I’ve taken notice of that” he hummed and his fingers separated your legs slightly as it moved higher up your skirt.

“I want you to know how good I am” you fluttered your lashes at him, leaning back into the hood and licked your lips.

“You think you’re good ?” Doyoung chuckled darkly as his finger grazed your soaked underwear, “I think you’re a bad girl y/n, just so fucking bad.”

You bit down on your lip as Doyoung pushed your underwear to the side and pushed his index finger into your core. You threw your head back as Doyoung slowly fingered you, bringing his mouth to you jaw and kissed you gently.

“But you know a promise is a promise and you deserve your reward” Doyoung responded by inserting two more fingers in you, quickly using his free hand to cover your mouth before you moaned.

“I’m good...daddy”

Doyoung’s ears perked at the nickname and responded by moving his fingers even faster, pushing his large frame into yours as you began chasing your orgasm.

Just as you were about to come undone Doyoung removed his fingers and wiped your wetness on your skirt before pulling you into a hot and sloppy kiss.

“If you think you’re a good girl, how about doing something about this huh” Doyoung growled into your ear and grabbed your hand, placing it over his hardened member.

You immediately slipped down to your knees and unbuckled his pants, waiting to please him. Doyoung freed his member and looked down as you took him into your mouth, making sure every inch of him entered before slowly sucking him off.

“Fuck...that feels so good, you’re doing so good my love” he sighed, throwing your cap aside and grabbed tufts of your hair as you sucked him off in the middle of the country club golf course.

Doyoung began thrusting into your mouth until you felt him hit the back of your throat and he came undone, feeling every bit of him slide down your throat.

Doyoung brought you up and swiped his thumb across your lips before inserting it into your mouth while you sucked on it gently.

“You’re right, you’re such a good girl” he praised and began rubbing his member in between your thighs as you felt him slowly grow hard once more.

“Do I get a reward again daddy ?” You placed your manicured hands on his chest and looked up at him with barely innocent eyes.

“Ofcourse, anything for you my love” Doyoung mused and spun you around, bending you over the golf cart and dropped your panties down to your knees.

Doyoung pushed his member into your core and slipped a hand in front between your legs to stimulate you while he fucked you senseless. He placed a hand over your mouth once more, the last thing he needed was your father or his own damn kids walking in on this.

But he wanted to feel as much of you as he could and removed the hand from your mouth and slipped it under your shirt, giving your breast a squeeze.

“Don’t you dare make a sound my love, or else I’ll stop” Doyoung grunted as he heard your soft whimpers in his ear.

Doyoung felt himself getting closer again and pulled out, leading you to the seats of the cart and propped you up on it and entered you again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you felt him twitch inside of you. Grabbing onto the seats for support you nodded at him, signaling that you too were close and Doyoung sped up until you came all over his member and he pulled out waiting for your mouth to return to his tip.

“Take it all in again my love, you’re such a good girl” he groaned, biting down on his lips and your mouth wrapped around him once more and felt his liquid run down your throat for the second time that day.

You finally cleaned up and Doyoung neatened himself before texting the caddy that the two of you were on your way.

“What’s the next reward daddy ?” You raised your eyebrow at him as you watched a smug smile spread across his face as he drove,

“Well after this game is over and you get yourself cleaned up, how about meeting for another reward daddys room ?”

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urbfsecretgf · 3 years

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The boy next door. (pt2.)

a/n: no one asked for more but im just gonna keep posting as i write bc its fun :)

(everything is made up including names, family members and text messages)

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you look at the message from vinnie and smile.

"what are you so smiley about y/n?" you mom says in a jokingly way

"she met a boy at the ice cream shop" jack says sounding annoyed

"soooo whats his name, is he cute, how old is he, where does he live, i wanna know everything"

your mom has always been a little nosey when it comes to boys, especially ones that make you smile.

"mommmmmm" you say

"oh come on i just wanna know"

"okay fine" you give in "his names vinnie and he lives next door, he came into the ice cream shop while we were waiting and he complimented me on my ice cream choice"

your mom laughs and says; "he seems like a very sweet boy, why dont you invite him and his family over for dinner tomorrow?"

"we arent moved in fully yet mom" jack interrupts

"oh vinnie offered to come over tomorrow and help move stuff in, you can invite him and his family over for dinner when hes here if you want to"

your mom sits and thinks about it for a second. she's never liked asking for help "you know we could use the extra hands, if you want to text him and see if hes willing to come over around 10 and help unload boxes that would be wonderful. i'll make lunch too depending on how long it takes"

"YES!" you scream in excitement, "i'll text him right now and see if he can. love you mom!"

you run upstairs and let out a squeal. you where so excited to see your dream boy again.

you text vinnie and throw your phone on your bed.

"oh shoot!" you yelled. "if he does come over i have to clean my room i can have it look like this." you look down at your floor and see all the laundry scattered everywhere.

"im such a mess"

you put on your favorite playlist and start dancing while you clean your room.

*BZZ*

"mom! he said hes coming over tomorrow!"

"sounds good!"

you keep cleaning your room but eventually fall asleep because you had a long day today.

when you woke up you checked the time.

"ITS 10:45??"

your alarm never went off causing you to over sleep.

"i havent showered, i havent gotten ready, i havent done anything! and my room still isnt clean UGHHHH!"

you quickly throw on a pair of pajama bottoms and a crop top you found in your closet, you put dry shampoo in and throw your hair into a bun.

you grabbed your glasses and run down stairs.

"well good morning sleeping beauty" vinnie says to you staring at you.

"OMG YOU'RE HERE!"

"yeah you told me to come over... your mom is an amazing lady i must say, i also didnt know you wore glasses"

"MY GLASSES NOOOO!" you panic realizing you didnt have time to put your contacts in

"calm down its okay y/n. i like them." vinnie smiles at you.

"his smile is so pretty, and his eyes, wow." you think to yourself.

"y/n?" your mom says

"huh?"

"you okay? you zoned out for a second"

"OH yeah no im great." you realize you zoned out while staring at vinnie who was in a white tank top and is wearing a baseball cap. you couldnt stop yourself from starring.

"hey mom.." jack says "i found this in with the books"

you look at jack and realize hes holding your old bra

"JACK THATS MINE STOP" you gasp. oh boy that's embarrassing.

vinnie starts laughing and looks at you.

"stop laughing"

you're so embarrassed that he just saw that.

"dont worry y/n its okay. my dog had my boxers on her head after she went snooping in my room."

you can't help but to laugh a little.

the thought of seeing his dog with his boxers on her head is something you would pay to see.

"alright so is there anything else you would like me to move Mrs. Anderson?" vinnie asks your mom

"i dont believe so unless y/n or jack has anything to move" your mom looks at you and your brother waiting for a response.

jack breaks the silence and goes "nope, i think everything is in my room already."

"y/n do you have anything you need help unpacking or anything?" he looks at you and his eyes are this beautiful chocolate brown color.

"yeah i do actually."

vinnie and you head up to your room

"im sorry its such a mess i was trying to clean it last night but i must have fell asleep."

"don't worry about it, my room is way worse than this"

he reaches for a magazine he sees and giggles

"whats so funny? HEY PUT THAT DOWN!"

he laughs and sets it back down

"you know i think its cute."

"whats cute?'

"you, everything about you."

you roll your eyes and smile

"you're dumb Mr. Hacker, but you're cute as well"

"thank you Ms. Hacker."

"what did you say?"

"huh? nothing, anyways is that all you wanted me to help with?"

"yeah thats it thank you."

vinnie walks downstairs and you follow.

your mom is in the kitchen with your brother.

"oh vinnie before you leave, would you and your family like to come over for dinner tonight?" vinnie looks at you and then at your mom.

"i think they would be delighted to come over for dinner tonight Mrs. Anderson, i'll text them right now."

you go into the living room to watch some tv. vinnie follows and sits next to you.

*BZZ*

vinnies phone goes off

"they said they would love to come over, do you have a time in mind on when they should come over?"

"does 7:30 work?"

"that will work just fine."

looking at the time you realize you and vinnie have spent 5 hours together already.

"i should probably get heading home, i have to shower and get ready for dinner tonight, see you then everyone!" he kisses your cheek and heads out the door.

"bye vinnie see you tonight!" your mom and brother exclaim

"what a sweet boy" mom says

*4 hours later, 7:00 PM*

"Vinnie and his family will be over in 30 mins please make sure everything is ready and make sure you guys are ready aswell"

your mom has always been one to make sure everything and everyone looks good before any guest come over.

the door bell rings.

"y/n!! can you please get the door?"

you rush downstairs and open the door.

"hey y/n, wow you look good"

you curled your hair, put makeup on, and are wearing your nice fancy dress.

"hey vin i could say the same thing about you."

both of you are dressed up very nicely. he's wearing his blue suit and has his shirt buttoned down showing chest tattoo.

something about his tattoos drive you insane. you love them.

he introduces his family to yours

"i never knew you had a twin brothers." you say as your brother and his run off to the backyard.

"yeah they are a real pain in the ass"

"i know what that's like"

the two of you laugh

"this is a beautiful house you have jackie and you have 2 beautiful children as well" vinnies mom says to yours

"well thank you sandy im very blessed with what i have gotten in life, your 3 boys are such angels especially vinnie here. hes been very helpful today and i really appreciate it."

he smiles at your mom and then at you

"dinner was amazing, thank you for inviting us over and introducing us to your family, we are going to have a bbq here this weekend if you guys want to join." vinnies dad offers

"we will be there"

"awesome, well we best get going its late and we both have work in the morning, thank you again."

"yeah anytime! thank you guys for coming."

you say goodnight to vinnie and his family and head upstairs.

*BZZ*

New Message from Vinnie <3: you looked absolutely stunning tonight

To Vinnie <3: thank you vin, you looked very handsome tonight as well i must say, you look handsome every night tho.

From Vinnie <3: you're cute, goodnight luv sleep well :)

you set your phone down and smile. hes truly the best guy you have ever met.

#vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x you

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bxthharmon · 4 years

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. I || JJ Maybanks x Reader

Words: 2667

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex tapes and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: self harm (kind of?)

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy. teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: the second time she saw him, it was at a kook party.

A/N: Okay so I KNOW i havent finished WB (im not even halfway lol) but i got this idea from rewatching euphoria. you dont have to look too closely to see that ive mirrored a couple of seens, but the plot, while inspired by euphoria, wont be the same. let me know what you think, or if you wanna be tagged!

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

This story does follow the plot, so beware of any spoilers.

This town seemed too perfect. Sure, you were on the poor side of the town, but the houses were well kept and everyone was happy and friendly. It was as far from home as you could get. You hated this. The boxes stacked up in the boot, and the bags piled up in the seats behind you. The fact that you were over two and half thousand miles away from home. The fact that this was a new beginning you were sure you didn’t need.

You watched as people loaded boats with shopping bags or crates of beer, and how they all seemed to be happy with their small roles in this small town. It was everything you hated and more.

You looked at your dad, in the seat next to you. He kept his eyes on the road, glancing down while he tried to find a radio station with decent music. He settled on reggae track by Bob Marley, and hummed along. You rolled your window down, smelling the salty air that blew in from the coast even as you wound your way further into the poor housing of this end of the island.

That was when you saw him.

He was on his bike, no helmet, his longish blonde hair waving around his face, and a baseball cap slung backwards over his head. You drove past, pushing your head out of the window to keep the view, and his eyes found yours in a way you couldn’t describe. You held his gaze until the car turned, pulling into a driveway. Your new house.

Your dad turned to you with a long sigh.

“I know you’re not happy about this.” he started, and you looked at his concerned face.

“I just don’t understand how moving almost three thousand miles will change anything.” you reasoned.

“Well, you know why. She’s not here, and you won’t have to deal with all of that shit that happened at school.”

“So we’re running away?”

“Y/N, just give this place a chance.”

You nodded. “Dad, how can we afford this?”

He looked at you defeatedly.

You continued, “I mean, with the divorce, and what she did, how could we afford the moving fees and the house? Cross-state moving fees are mad, let alone when you’re on an island too.”

“Hey,” he shook his head, “I’m the adult, I’ll worry about that.”

In your first week on the island, you made friends with a girl called Sarah. She was from Figure 8, but had explained the dynamics between the pogues and kooks to you, and invited you to a party. It was her boyfriend, Topper’s, but she explained that plenty of pogues and tourons would crash anyway.

You arrived without her, a pair of cycling shorts and a crop top thrown over your bikini in a minimal-effort kind of way. Your one stab at an effort was the blue and purple glitter dabbed over your cheek bone to recreate a highlighter effect. When you got there, you could immediately tell you were underdressed. Everyone else were in shirts and dresses, and your glitter was definitely too ‘city’ to be cool here, so you stuck out, obviously the only pogue there. You spent twenty minutes trying to find Sarah, picking up some vodka on your way around.

Eventually, after leaving a few texts, you sat down on the kitchen counter and nursed your vodka. You had no idea how long you sat there for, but at some point, Sarah’s brother stormed in. You recognised him from one of Sarah’s instagram posts, but you knew he’d never seen you in person. He looked high. And angry.

“Get out of the fucking kitchen!” he was yelling, and people began to filter out, but due to your obscured path, you couldn’t get out. He turned on you.

“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, “‘Cause I don’t fucking know you!”

“Uh,” you mumbled, “I’m Y/N, I got invited by a friend.”

Where the fuck was Sarah?

“Well I don’t know any Y/Ns. And I don’t see any fucking friends!” He yelled, slurring and stumbling. “Does anybody know Y/N?”

You looked around the gathering crowd, trying to spot Sarah, hoping she would appear and get you out of this.

“I said, does anybody fucking know Y/N? What the fuck are you doing in this house?” He cornered you, and you were beginning to panic. How the fuck do I get out of this situation?

You didn’t even realise what you were doing, but you felt yourself grab a knife from the counter and thrust it towards him. He stumbled back and you stepped forwards.

“Don’t fucking yell at me!” you shouted, watching him lean back against the wall in fear. You didn’t even register doing it but you felt the blade slice your arm.

You stepped back, addressing the shocked audience. “By the way, I’m Y/N,” You looked around, finding those blue eyes you’d seen a week ago. “And I just moved here.”

You dropped the knife on the counter and pushed your way out of the house, pulling your phone out when you got to the pavement. You checked your messages with Sarah.

You: just got here, where r u?

You: girl, where u at?

You: sarah, i dont know anyone, where r u?

You: im going home, shit turned sour. Msg me later.

Putting your phone away, you looked around. You hardly knew where you were, and you were desperate to get home.

“That was quite a show.” You heard a voice behind you. Shit.

You turned, and saw your blonde haired boy. “Well I knew someone was gonna get hurt either way, so I chose to deescalate the situation, you know?”

He nodded, reaching for your arm, looking at the cut. “You need to get that looked at.”

“You offering?” you asked, pushing down a smile.

“Sure.” he shrugged. You looked at him. He looked at the ground, an uncharacteristic shyness taking him over, “Can I stay at yours?”

You watched him stare at the ground, and however much you wanted to ask, you chose not to. “Sure, we just gotta be extra quiet.”

He grinned, “‘Course.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “This is where I confess that I don’t actually know my way home.”

“We’ll work it out.” he grinned.

When you reached your house, learning that it was only a minute down the road from the blonde boy’s friend's house, you opened the door as quietly as possible, the pair of you pulling off your shoes and carrying them for extra quiet. You snuck up the stairs, trying to avoid the creaky stair boards, and pausing in terror every time there was a creak. By the time you’d made it to your room, the only other room upstairs being a bathroom, you both relaxed. You searched your moving boxes, finding your brother’s old sweat and tee for him, and going to the bathroom so that you could change into an oversized top and old gym shorts.

When you came back, a first aid kit in hand, the boy sat you down on the bed and began to address the cut.

You watched him work in silence. “What’s your name?” you whispered, and he glanced up at you, a smile on his lips.

“JJ.” he said simply, a small smirk adorning his lips as he finished dressing your arm.

You flopped down, so that you were lying on your back in the bed, and he looked at you with an odd sense of curiosity. “Lie down.” softly, you coaxed.

“Usually I get to know a girl before I get in her bed.” he joked, and the way you laughed made him want to freeze the moment in time.

“Why do I feel like that’s not true?” you snarked.

He gasped, putting his hand to his chest in feigned hurt, “Oh Y/N, I’ve known you for an hour and you’re already breaking my heart!”

“What can I say?” you bantered, “I’m just pure femme fatale.”

He crawled onto the bed, resting his head on the pillows above you. “Oh,” he replied, “I’m sure.”

You flipped onto your stomach, looking at him, relaxed, head on the pillows, gazing down at you. “At home, there weren’t any guys like you.”

He laughed, unsure of himself, “Love, there aren’t any other guys like me.”

You hummed, fiddling with the corner of your throw blanket, looking at him through your lashes, you giggled. “You’re so full of shit.”

He grabbed a pillow and threw it straight at your head. You picked it up, your face scrunched up from the impact, and he laughed. You sat up, crossing your legs, and threw it back at his face, only he caught, laughing, saying something about you having a bad throw. He put the pillow back, and you crawled back up the bed, lying on your back, your arms touching as you both stared at the ceiling.

You glanced at him, taking how his warm tan contrasted the blue light of the moon that shone through the large window above your bed. You took in the way his muscles gave him definition, and how the top stretched slightly over his chest, and how his long blonde hair splayed over the pillow, your own, waist-length hair tickling his arm as you lay there. You took in the curve of his nose and the tiny, mischievous smirk that never seemed to leave his face. You took in his long eyelashes and the blue of his eyes and the pink of his cheeks.

At some point, you drifted off.

When you woke up, you were tucked into him, your legs tangled in his, hair spread over his arm. His eyes were still closed, and you didn’t move from your spot, keeping your eyes on his face.

“You know,” he murmured, “If you take a picture, it’d last longer.”

Blushing, you pulled away. “I don’t know what you’re on about.” you sat up, feeling his fingers trace the curve of your back as you moved out of his reach. You left the bed, looking back to see him sit up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, and you watched him take in the way your top fell over your frame. You searched your moving boxes again, looking for an outfit for the day. You really needed to move everything into the wardrobe. Eventually, you pulled out a bikini and shorts. You looked back at him, and he grinned at you.

You looked at him curiously, “What are you doing today, JJ?”

He thought for a second, electing against going home, but rather to go to John B’s for a day of weed and joking around. “Introducing you to my friends.” he shrugged, “The one who lives a minute down the road.”

You nodded, “What are we, in a relationship?” you joked, “Introducing me to your friends? Next thing I know I’ll be round for dinner.”

He felt dirty when you said that, shrinking into himself, hoping that you would never experience the shit that came with meeting his dad. You must have realised you’d hit a nerve, because you backtracked, saying you’d been stupid and whatever you’d said to upset him wasn’t intentional. When he looked back up, he saw how the tears of worry were building, and he immediately changed his demeanor, rushing forwards to hug you, assured you that it was all good.

You went to get changed, leaving him in your room.

He looked around. The corner was full of boxes yet to be unpacked, the open ones mainly clothes. There was a desk under the window, with some makeup, a book and a notebook thrown on top. The wardrobe doors were open, revealing that the few clothes that were in your wardrobe were very messily so, most either hung up or on the floor. There was a shelf above the hangers, with a shoebox pushed carefully to the side. He pulled it out, conscious that he was snooping. He pulled the lid off, and saw a set of pictures.

The first - you at a funfair when you were a little, a boy two years older (must be your brother) and a woman, almost identical to you, hugging you close. The second, you were older, perhaps twelve - you were wearing a Christmas onesie that matched the woman’s, your brother and dad laughing as you and the woman - your mother - danced around. The third - you were in a hospital gown, and your mother was crying, holding you close.

There were more, but he didn’t look. Under the photos, there was a tiny crocheted rabbit and a baby blanket with little elephants on it. He heard your bathroom door open, and rushed to put the lid on, putting the box back. You walked in, smiling at him as you checked your phone.

Dad missed calls (6)

Bro missed calls (3)

Sarah missed calls (11)

You sighed, checking Sarah’s messages.

Sarah: Sorry!! I heard what happened, i should hv been there. Meet up 2day?

You: Rain check? I met a guy last night and he wants to introduce me to his mates.

Sarah: U go girl!! Enjoy urself, msg me if u need me <3

You flicked off Sarah’s messages, glancing back at JJ, who was looking at your make up.

Mom: Darling, call me when you can.

The last text made you want to throw up, and you tossed your phone on the bed, drawing JJ’s attention back to you. “You okay?” he asks, and you nod, grabbing your purse and picking your phone back up, and getting ready to go.

“Okay, I’ll go down first, I’ll signal if there’s no one there so you can come down.” you ran down the stairs, checking the kitchen and living room, then giving JJ the all-clear. You left the house, letting him walk you to his friend’s place.

He took your hand, guiding your through the front door and into the house. You wrinkled your nose at the mess, food, clothes and empty cans littering the room. “This is a mess.” you muttered, stepping over an empty packet of sweets.

“His mom left when he was three and his dad’s missing, the lack of adults means… well, you can see what it means.”

You nodded, only just noticing a boy asleep on the sofa next to you. JJ leans over, sighing. “That’s Pope, I’ll go get John B and see if Kiara’s here.” he let go of your hand, walking down the hall, leaving you with the sleeping boy. You watched the boy shuffle and then open his eyes, jumping at the sight of a stranger standing over him.

“Who are you?” he asked, sitting up and staring at you.

“JJ’s friend.” you said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re the girl who cut herself.” he said, recognition relaxing his features.

“My reputation precedes me.” you laugh, and he stands up.

“Food?” he offers, walking to the kitchen.

“Y’all have food here? It looks like you live off Swedish Fish and beer.”

He grins, “That’s the life.” he jokes, pulling a slice of moldy bread from its packet, and then throwing it straight in the bin. “That said, John B does need to get groceries more.”

“I do?” you heard a voice behind you. You turned, and were met with the sight of a tall brunette boy. He stares at you for a second, and rather than Pope’s blunt recollection, he grins, “You’re Y/N, right?” You nod, “You left quite the impression at Topper’s party.”

“What can I say?” you laughed.

JJ came back from the hallway, accompanied by a girl. “You must be Y/N!” she greets, smiling brightly, “I’m Kiara.”

“Well…” JJ pipes up, “Let's take the HMS out to the marsh and introduce Y/N to the OBX properly!”

“I’m down.” Kiara shrugged, “I don’t have any shifts today.”

“Sure,” agreed Pope.

“Leave in twenty?” John B offered.

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jimsmovieworld · 3 years

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TWILIGHT- 2008 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Bella Swan moves from Arizona to Forks to stay with her dad Charlie. Charlies a real mans man. At high school a few guys are clearly interested in Bella. First is cringe-machine Eric who says hes going to write an article on her and wants to know her secrets. Then theres Mike who shakes his wet hat at her and says: "how you liking the rain girl?". She isnt turned on by either of these advances. She walks into biology class and sees Edward. He pulls a mental face like hes going to throw up and looks generally digusted by her throughout the class. He then disappears for a few days and comes back and starts talking to her. They win a golden onion for doing good biology. Do some flirting and Edwards keeps being very rude to her. Edward saves Bella from being hit by a car. She uses google and finds out hes a vampire. They go into the forest and he confirms hes a vampire. He says that he is a killer, bella should be scared of him: "as if you could outrun me!" Edward screams! He then rips a tree out the ground and hurls it! Bella then says she isnt scared of him and doesnt care basically. He gives her a piggy back ride to the top of the mountain where the sun is out. He stands in the sun and his skin totally sparkles. Youre beautiful! She says to the guy. At this point they have falled for each other so he he tells her everything. The cullen family are vampires who dont eat people, they feed on animals only. They move around the world and keep enrolling them in different schools. They have literally hundreds of graduation caps at theyre house. Above all else, this is the most ridiculous part of the story, they could be doing anything. Why would a 400 year old vampire keep repeating high school forever. Insane. Anyway Edward introduces Bella to the family. The baseball scene is hilarious and iconic. They bump into another group of vampires.

One of them, James, takes a liking to Bella and the groups face off. James and his group retreat. He makes it known, that its his mission to have a little bite of Bella. Bella goes into hiding but is tricked by James into going to her old ballerina studio. Thankfully Edward goes too and they have a big fight. He does have a little bite of Bella though and the venom starts to upset her. Edward sucks it out. She wakes up in the hospital a little banged up. They go to the james bond themed prom. They dance and she asks Edwards to have a little bite, and make her a vampire. He says no and they dance to flightless bird. I watch all the twilight movies every christmas with my sister. So much nostalgia, excellent soundtrack! Amazing location and cinematography. So much of the first twilight is unintentionally funny, Edward is completely bizarre, Bella totally stupid! But somehow it does get me completely invested. But like every movie theyre are good guys and bad buys.

First, the good guys of Twilight, guys that have truly earned my respect and the respect of there communities:

And then the bad guys, the bozos, these guys live to humiliate themselves and to humiliate me. They are the four horsemen of embarrassment:

One of my favourite movies.

#twilight #vampire movies #twilight movies #2000s movies #edward cullen #bella swan

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fart-gate · 4 years

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SG1

Season 4 episode 16

"2010"

Notes by me

- cant believe 2010 was only about a decade ago. Is this episode about time travel

- ew is sam on a date and its NOT Jack

- "honey" you guys disgust me

- "I thought wed be on our second child" SECOND??? They have a kid???

- im guessing this episodes takes place in 2010

- this guy weirds me out for some reason and I cant watch them kiss

- stargate travel is all the rage in 2010

- why is Kinsey the president. They wanted america to suffer?

- omg is Jack dead

- the Ashen

- ok tealcs mascara on POINT💅

- daniels eyebrows have not parted from each other in 4 seasons. Forever confused

- "to general hammond" nooooooooo

- this future sucks

- he died six yrs ago so 2004?

- someone mentioned Jack is alive and my heart works again

- fraiser is illegally pretty in this episode

- the little kiss Sam gives Daniel and tealc 💖💖

- 3 yrs shes been trying for a baby :(

- her ovaries are damaged but like wouldnt you be able to tell? Weird discharge or no period or weird colored period, something like that? Idk im not a doctor

- this Molem guy is creepy

- no babies!!!!!!

- okay so they met the Ashen in 2000 and they gave them an anti aging potion but it was secretly stopping everyone from having kids? Its evil but hey its a good plan

- THEY MURDERED HAMMOND ITS TIME TO KILL SOME ALIENS

- "we dont even control the stargate" they met these strangers from another planet and gave them control over literally the most important thing on earth smh

- its time travel time! To the batmobile!

- her white outfit🙌

- beard!Jack is hot and u can block me if you think other wise

- P4C970 is where the Ashen are from. When u send a msg back, tell them to delete it from the database or no babies

- jack: let's see how many ways i can say "told you so" without actually saying it

- "and the single most pressing issue I have.....is whether or not to get a dog"

I would pay to see Jack owning a dog

- they could even be a K9 unite for the air force. Bring the dog on missions. He can name him Homer

- he also needs a dog for emotional support

- ok ok Jack being petty and jealous about sams boyfriend is NOT cool

- they turned my mountain into a museum those bastards

- rating the disguises:

Daniels black fedora, black jacket, and dark sunglasses~ 9/10 the call back to Back to the Future was enjoyable but ultimately ruined by the shirt underneath. Never the less, very good

Sam's dark sunglasses~ 4/10. Its just a pair of sunglasses Sam step up your game oh my god

- 27 bucks for a selfie wit the gate what a ripoff

- jacks baseball cap and sunglasses~ 5/10 I gave him an extra point for adding the hat but ultimately still a very poor disguise and realistically they would get caught in seconds.

- Okay how about I give him 6/10 an extra point just for showing up ok are you happy????

- when Walter walks in and Jack pauses for a whole ass minute. 10 bucks he forgot his name

- are they gonna rob the Oval office bc I am here for that shit

- "uh....wal...ter" someone owes me 10 bucks

- "last time i was in the Oval office I got kicked out" aksbsidhrbr what did he do

- how on earth can Daniel recognize his own handwriting??? I cant even recognize when I spelled something wrong

- actually i had a handwriting fight to the death with my dad once and he couldnt even read what i wrote so maybe im just bad at this

- JOES A BITCH I did not see this coming

- the sun table is really cool

- "to who"

"To WHOM"

Grammer Nazi

- OKAY BRO YOU DONT OWN HER. THIS ENTIRE PLAN WAS HER IDEA IN THE FIRST PLACE. SHE CAN DO WHAT SHE WANTS. WHAT THE FUCK

and hes talking To Jack like hes in charge and can tell her what to do when hes retired and he literally can't????? And joes talking to him and not Sam as if none of this was her idea?????hello???????

"This is none negotiable " SHUT THE FUCK UP

- "the sun is...beeping" someone help Daniel

- they are trying to be secretive and sneaky and Jack just has a bright ass orange bag full of weapons

- "melon!"

"Molem"

"Oh right"

- "I'm sorry but you'll have to let me have it"

"Very well"

*proceeds to shoot him point blank*

- you couldnt have taken the stairs Jack. You had plenty of time to take the stairs. But no of course mister Drama had to have a ZIPLINE

- oh god???? They all died??? To send this msg back to themselves??? And they sacrificed everything??? Their lives everything theyve done in the past 10 yrs?????? Im having a breakdown

- omg im gonna cry it worked

- the shot of Jack alone in front of the gate 🔥

- "I wonder"

NOTHING. NO CURIOSITY. NOBODY IS REMOTELY FREAKED OUT BY SOME OMINOUS NOTE COMING FROM THE FUTURE. Sam's not wondering HOW their future selves got the note back? Jacks not wondering why the note was covered in blood??? Daniels not wondering what evil could possibly be on that planet that their future selves went to such drastic measures??? They dont have enough questions

Whump under the cut

Sg1 team whump: all shot by lasers, all fall to the ground, all death scenes, less than 2 minutes long, overlayed with music, barely any noise from any of them. More emotional whump thruout episode, mostly sam, teary eyed in one scene.

🎶Listening to Give Me The Future by Bastille🎶 just thinking about Sam and 2010!Sam and the latter sacrificed her life for the world and her old self. "Now nothing is certain.....and the song isnt done....."

#stargate season 4 #sam whump season 4 #daniel whump season 4 #jack whump season 4 #tealc whump season 4

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neoneversleeps · 5 years

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safe | l.mk

pairing: mark lee x reader

genre: angst with a happy ending

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, marihuana, slight age gap, making out

description:

Mark’s kisses were warm, and they were comfort and they were safe. And that night, you realized how much that scared you.

ib: girls your age - transviolet

word count: ~2.3k

Pink hues. Strobing lights. Drinks sloshing over the rims of red solo cups. Clouds of smoke.

You’re high the first time you meet Mark. Your blissed out mind poorly directs your body over to the boy standing in the corner of the room, red cup in hand but it seems to be just a decoration. Something to help him blend in, mix with the crowd, you assume. He looks older than your friends and he doesn't seem too interested in the party around him. You wonder why he chose to come if he was just planning on lurking in the corner.

You giggle into your hand as you lean on the space of wall beside him. He seems taken aback, eyes widening almost comically when he meets yours. You smile goofily. Your brain was still very much out of it and everything amused you.

“You don’t seem to be having too much fun.” you say with a pout, poking his chest to put emphasis on the word “you”. He doesn't flinch away at your touch but he eyes you cautiously as he looks up from you extended finger. “I guess not.” he chuckles nervously and your stomach does a little flip at the sound.

You chalk the weird feeling up to mixing alcohol with weed. You don’t do feelings. You just, don't. You smile at him though. And then you take his hand and tilt your head towards the crowd of people dancing. “Do you wanna dance?”, your words slur together just a little, “Maybe then you'll finally have some fun.” His eyes flit to the dance floor, and for just a second there's a flicker of fear in them. Then he directs his gaze back to you, his eyes staring into yours. His gaze is so intense and so...deep that you almost want to turn away, to look anywhere but his eyes. But for some reason you don't. Everything around you is slightly blurred but yet the boy in front of you is crystal clear. His eyes are a deep dark shade of brown. They seem endless. They give you the feeling of falling, of falling with no end, falling into a deep abyss. And yet there is no fear of hitting the ground. “Okay” he breathes out after what feels like an eternity. It takes you a second to react, as if you were coming out of a trance. You take his hand and lead him off to dance.

You learn a lot more about the mysterious boy after that night. You learn that his name’s Mark Lee, that he recently moved to the town, that he's from Canada. You learn that you were right about him being older. He's 19 and a first year in college, making him two years older than you. You also learn that he was born on the 2nd of august, a leo, and that his favorite snacks in the whole world are watermelons. (You buy him a baseball cap with a watermelon on it when you spend a week in Cali and he’s ecstatic when you gift it to him.)

That's another thing you learn about Mark. He’s caring and happy and bright and positive energy seems to surround him. He's the guy that everyone wants to be friends with. The guy all the girls have a crush on. A true and completely pure sweetheart.

You were the opposite. It's not like you tried to be negative about everything. You just kept to yourself most of the time, you didn't like to let people know too much about you. Often times, you came off as cold, as distant, as rude. The truth is you were just scared. Scared to let anyone in. your life at home was a living hell too, so you liked to drink ad get high and make out as parties. It made you forget. It made you happy. Or at least, your own little twisted version of happy.

Mark knew you had been high off your ass the first time he met you but that didn't mean he approved of your behavior. He mostly kept his disapproval silent though, he didn't want to constantly fight and honestly, he was tired of trying to get you to change your ways. But of course he worried. He worried because he cared. Because you were his friend.

Friends, yes. You were friends, but also something more. That night at the party you had made out in the bathroom. You had continued to make out several times over the months that followed. Sometimes at his place, sometimes at yours. Sometimes at a party or in the bathroom of the diner where you hung out with him and his friends. Sometimes, you made out in his car at 3 in the morning when you couldn't handle being at home and called him up at that ungodly hour. Voice strained and eyes teary.

Mark would ask whats wrong, he would want to talk about it, to help in some way. You would brush him off every time. Just like you would brush off any talk of feelings, or dating or anything to do with the term “official”.

There were times where Mark just wouldn't relent. You were straddling his lap. Fingers bunching up his jean jacket in the backseat of his 1965 Buick Riviera (“A family heirloom. It used to belong to my grandfather. My dad passed it on to me on my 18th birthday.”). You desperately tried to kiss him but he dodged every attempt. “No, y/n. We are not kissing until you tell me what's wrong.” His gaze was firm, hands planted secured on on each side of your waist. You sighed heavily but you knew you weren't going to get anywhere soon if you didn't tell him at least something. You got off his lap and sat in the seat next to him.

“Its my parents, ok? They never stop fighting and it's a mess. And somehow I always get dragged into it. It's part of the reason why I like going out so much. I just really hate having to hear their shouts all the fucking time when I’m home. I think”, your voice is gravelly and you take a steadying breath, “I think if i had to spend anymore time in that house than I already do, I would go insane.” You end with something akin to a chuckle. When you look up at Mark, there's sympathy in his eyes together with an underlying sadness, and there's something else there that you don't want to label. You can't stand it.

You lean forward and press your lips to his neck. “y/n…” he warns. You continue kissing up his neck, drawing closer to the sweet spot under his ear. “Please Mark”, you plant a kiss at the end of his jaw before continuing, “can we just not talk about it?”. You nibble at the sensitive spot near his ear and hear him exhale a sigh above you. You smile a little, you know you've won at this point. “Fine”, he groans when you suck at his sensitive flesh, “but promise me you’ll talk about it with me some other time, yeah?” He moves your positions so you back on his lap and he can look at you. “Promise”, you say, but you know full well you don't mean it and from the hurt look buried deep inside his eyes, Mark knows it too. There’s guilt clawing at your insides. You didn't like lying to Mark, making promises that the both of you knew you weren't gonna keep. Mark deserved better. That, among other things, was one of the reasons you would never date Mark. He deserved someone so much better. Right now, however, you didn't want to waste any moment with Mark, so you crashed your lips onto his.

Mark’s kisses were warm, open mouthed and languid, hot breath mingling with your own. Only growing needy when you moved to pull away, needing to catch your breath as Mark’s lips chased yours.

Mark’s kisses were warm, and they were comfort and they were safe. And that night, you realized how much that scared you.

You’re high when you tell Mark you love him.

The both of you are sat on the rooftop of Marks shitty apartment complex. You had wanted to get high earlier that evening and Mark told you that he’d rather you just get high with him then for you to go to another party. The last one you had gone to had ended with a way too touchy guy being punched in the face, Mark’s reddened knuckles, and a lot of throwing up on your part. So, you had agreed to just get high while being next to Mark, snuggled into his side a the wind howled past you.

You had also managed to get Mark to take his first ever hit. He coughed from the burning sensation of the drug filling his lungs, face scrunched up in disgust and you laughed. You laughed and then he looked at you, smile tugging at his lips and you just...said it.

“I love you.” You looked at his eyes, those same deep brown eyes you saw at the party all those months ago. You hate to admit it, but you think you fell into them the moment his gaze met yours that night.

“Don't go jump the gun. Live fast while you're young honey, don't go chasing love.”

Your mother’s words ring faintly in your head. You couldn't blame her. She had married too young, gotten pregnant too young, and it had ruined her life. But you weren't your mother, and Mark wasn't your father. You were different.

Mark finally snaps out of his shocked state. “You don't mean that.” He says then, and your heart clenched at how broken he sounded. But you can't blame him for not believing you. You could barely believe yourself. You feel new tears form and your voice is shaky when you speak: “I do, I do- I do mean it. I mean it so much.” There's tears running down your cheeks now but Mark faces away. “No you dont.”, his tries to sound angry but it just ends up sounding tired, “You're just way too high.” A loud sob wracks your body then but Mark still refuses to look at you. “If you actually loved me”, he swallows, “you’d tell me when you arntt high as a kite.” He sighs and stands up. “I'll leave the door unlocked, ok? I'm gonna go to sleep, on the couch. You can have the bed. Don't stay out here all night, got it? And for God's Sake, please don't do anything stupid.” He faces you when he talks, but he still won't look at you. It hurts so much, but you don't say anything. You stay silent and watch as he leaves.

Mark wakes up to his phone buzzing like crazy on is coffee table. He groans and stretches, wincing when he hears the joints in his back cracking. Sleeping on the couch sucks, he thinks to himself. His phone buzzes again and Mark quickly blinks to adjust his eyes to the stream of sunlight flooding through his balcony door. He reaches for his hone slowly, mind a little groggy for some reason. The screen lights with another message and he mindlessly clicks on it only to see that it's you texting him. Your nickname “Munchkin” (from when you had told Mark about your love for the wizard of Oz and he decided to call you Munchkin due to you being smaller than him and because he found it cute, much to your dismay) lit up the top of the phone screen.

Munchkin💗

[09:05am]

hey, you awake?

markk?

hello??

[09:27am]

MARK

istg the one time i try to do something nice for you

AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN UP

[10:02am]

mark leeeee

markus

yeah?

FINALLY you're up

go on your balcony

what? why?

just do it please

ok ok

Mark sat up and scrambled to get out from under his blanket, limbs not quite cooperating this early in the morning. He finally makes his way to the balcony, sliding open the door and stepping out into the cold air.

“Hey! Down here!” You shout as soon a you saw his balcony doors opening. His head pops out over the railing and you squint up at him, the harsh morning sun making it difficult to get a good view of Mark’s face.

“Does this count at something stupid?” You shout up at him. Next to you stood Marks car with the words “I love you Mark Lee” complete with heart sprawled on top of the hood with white paint to contrast its black color. You hear his laugh from above and your heart swells with affection at the sound. He's running through the front door of the building in no time and before you can even register it, he swoops you up in his arms and swings you around. The both of you are smiling and slightly out of breath when Mark sets you back down.

“I love you, Mark Lee. And I mean it.”

He kisses you, but it feels different than your normal ones. You can feel each emotion he's trying to convey, feel the love he's pouring in to you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you as close as he can by your waist. After a moment, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.”

He smiles as he says it and you dont think you’ve ever felt this relieved and happy in your life so you pull him into a bone crushing hug. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and gently strokes your hair. You stay like that for a while until you feel him shift slightly in your embrace. “Hey y/n.” “Mmm.” you hummed in response against his chest. “That’s washable paint...right?” You giggled as you pulled away from him. “Oops.”

“Y/n!”

(It was, of course, washable paint, but Mark didnt have to know that just yet.)

#mark #mark lee #nct #mark scenarios #nct mark #mark angst #mark fluff #fanfic #mark x reader #mark lee x reader #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #nct 2018

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tumblunni · 5 years

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Cute things I saw in that leaked video of Gloria walking around the starting town!!!

* YOUR HOUSE IS SUCH A CUTE CLASSIC COUNTRY COTTAGE AAA!!! I live in a more urban part of Wales but my nana lived in a place like that in Glastonbury so it's super nostalgic for me~

* Pokémon you pass in the field will now say lil squeaky noises automatically instead of having to click on them. They're like.. not full dialogue boxes? Instead of a big empty dialogue box just with "WOOLOOLOO" in it, a tiny box the size of the word will float up when you walk past them and wiggle around their head like a cloud. That's a cool idea to streamline it! Means that you don't miss the cuteness if you don't click on everything, and also it feels more atmospheric sorta.

* there's a lil baby budew outside your house near a wheelbarrow, and it's your first introduction to the floaty text boxes. I wonder if it's your mom's Pokémon, like the rhyhorn in XY?

* THEY ACTUALLY SPEAK IN BRITISH ENGLISH OH GOD I DONT HAVE TO KEEP REMEMBERING TO EDIT MUM INTO MOM IN MY POSTS

* Hop and Leon have a mum and grandma but it seems either no dad or he lives away from them. Leon also seems to live far away from his family, probably due to his job as champion. The game starts with Hop being your next door neighbour who might have been your childhood friend or somethin, and the adventure begins cos he's excited his brother is coming home to visit and he drags you along to the train station. I stopped watching there cos I don't wanna be spoiled for big plot elements, but I'm excited to see how that'll all turn into some legendary destiny plot like usual!

* Oh and also Hop calls his bro Lee as an affectionate nickname dawwwww

* Hop's dialogue is super funny and cute already, I love him! He seems a lot like Ron Weasley, honestly? That same sort of "kinda sassy sarcastic best friend comic relief guy", rather than how Hau was also comic relief and also a best friend but in a more innocent super pure kiddo kind of way. Hop seems more like a relateable slightly mischievous dude who always has a quip for everything, I could imagine him doing a Cheshire cat grin, lol! So I guess Ron Weasley crossed with Spiderman...?

* LEON HAS SO MANY HATS! Leon why u have so many hats omgggg. Did we ever see that in previous trailers? You see his room here and he has this weird trophy display case but it's all full of different Red-like baseball caps. It seems they might be referencing the OG anime thing of Ash's hat being an official Pokémon league merchandise prize. Like these are all the hats from every year of the league, or from different leagues around the world he's visited? Anyway, it was cute! And now I understand that fanart of him wearing a tower of hats, omg

* SCIENCE IS AMAZING GUY VISITS BRITAIN TOO omg he has a rather smart suit jacket this time. He says something about "trading Pokémon with less hassle than ever, any time any place when you're walking around". So I'm taking that to mean that it'll be like ORAS's PSS system that always runs as a supplimentary application, rather than having to enter a separate room like the Festival Plaza. Curious how that would work without a dual screen system, tho!

* NPCS INTERACT WITH THE ENVIRONMENT????!!!; I don't know why I'm so fuckin excited for this but it just looks so much more alive!! Instead of all of them just standing around in the same pose, here we saw a few doing idle animations just hanging out and stuff. There was a lil kid sitting on the wall swinging his legs back and forth and it's so adorable!

* WOOLOO ROLL WOOLLOO ROLL~ apparantly your player character lives near a Wooloo farm and they wander all around the town looking for cuddles from the humans~ the first thing you see when you leave your house is a bunch of Wooloo wandering around your lawn and being cute!!!!!!!!!

* it also foreshadows something mysterious, Hop helps guide a stray Wooloo away from a Mysterious Gate Into The Dangerous Hell Doom, Which No-one Shall Ever Enter. Like UHHH EXCUSE ME??? There's just this fuckin DOOM FOREST to the side of the town and everyone just acts all casual about how it's the DOOM FOREST and yeah just don't think about it. I think the name was "the Forgotten Weald"??? I'm fuckin assuming that's gonna be plot relevant later, LOLLLL

* everything is just so warm and soft and cute and the music is so nice and the environments are so well modelled and there's so much BRITAIN! Loads of just random things about ordinary houses here that I honestly never noticed were missing in other games until now. I just assumed the reason we never saw wheelbarrows in the lawn or whatever was to save cartridge space, not that other countries don't have that... That's so weird... I feel like when I first realized Americans don't have crumpets...

* HOP'S MUM'S KITCHEN LOOKS LIKE MY KITCHEN LOL

#pokemon spoilers

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gayshowerthoughts0 · 4 years

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The thing I like about straight guys is the aesthetic.

I like that most straight men dont really care about what they look like, they grow their body hair sometimes shave. That manly look looks great. I know it's old hat at this point but people have expectations about what men are and how they should be, we expect it even though most of us now know that its not a real thing, not all straight guys walk around looking like that hot dad on vacation with his family after he just got back from Iraq. Not all straight guys act like that either. Its a fantasy, in more ways than one, I'm not trying to convert anybody or anything like that, I just look at a straight guy wearing basket ball shorts, and a sweater wearing a baseball cap with sunglasses on top and it gets to me. Not to even mention the fact that most straight people only have sex one way, man railroads woman. And I'm not gonna pretend I dont wanna get railroaded ok. So in that sense its like all straight guys are manly power tops. But to end this on a positive note, its never gonna go out of fashion to feel desirable, if i find out some one is gay, I'm gonna hittem up.

Anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk on the deconstruction of why gay guys like straight guy. Tldr, its not about turning the straight guys gay, or even just the fact that youre straight, its just that you fit the mold of a top(pitcher).

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somuchanemoia · 6 years

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The Cocoa Bean

I heard you were having a rough day at work, @delta-roseblr , so I hope this brightens up your day a little. Enjoy. As always thank you for writing a beautiful ship.

“Dude, I need coffee.” Dean groaned from the passenger seat, “Damn, my back and my ass hurts.”

“You need coffee?” Felix shot him an irritated glance from behind the wheel, “I was up most the night driving. You snore louder when you’re sitting upright, you know.”

Deans cheeks flushed a little, “I tried staying up. You told me to get some shut-eye because I kept yawning and making you tired, remember” Dean arched an eyebrow before turning to look out the window, “I also don’t snore, thank you very much.”

Felix rolled his eyes but grabbed for Dean’s hand, “You do.”

“Where are we anyway?” Dean asked as he looked around at the forest whipping by occasionally being broken up by a short view of some farmers field. The air conditioning of Felix’s Jeep was blasting on high, the humidity and the hot Southern Sun beating down on the car and its inhabitants mercilessly. He liked his car, but god, maybe he should’ve taken Dean up on his offer to drive his Honda down to help him move up to Stanford and then drive his Jeep up over Thanksgiving break when they both flew back down to Tennessee for the holidays. Dean’s car, as ancient as it was, still got better gas mileage than his Jeep Liberty got -- the thing guzzled gas like his Dad guzzled gin on a Tuesday night after he came home from work.

“Arkansas.” Felix squinted and looked out to at the seemingly never-ending stretch of highway, “As to where exactly, I don’t know. The last place we passed was a while back but we should be coming up to an exit soon. We’ll stop then. We both need a good cup of coffee and I gotta stand up before my ass falls off.”

Dean smiled, “Seems a bit drastic that, that would happen, but aight.” He pulled out his phone and began to scroll, looking at what Felix guessed was their GPS directions, “Looks like we got another 10 miles before we come up to a place with a gas station and at least someplace to get a halfway good cup of coffee.”

“No Starbucks?”

“Nope.” Dean hummed and zoomed in on the image, “Looks like a little Mom and Pop cafe off the highway, little place called the Cocoa Bean.”

“Alright, good enough for me,” Felix glanced over his shoulder before switching lanes and taking Dean’s hand once more.

The miles flew by and soon a sign began to crest the hill, telling them that there was a gas station off the next exit and soon another large blue sign welcomed them to Pottsville, Arkansas, home of 3,095 strong people and a Volvo dealership. Felix put on his blinker and got onto the off ramp, finally shifting his foot from the gas to the break as he slowed them down and onto a small two lane road.

“Left or right?”

Dean looked down at his phone and shoved his thumb to the left, “That way, towards Crow Mountain.”

“Crow Mountain?”

“That’s what its called,” Dean hummed, “Take a left and then up the hill a little ways. There should be a gas station and a little farther north than that, should be coffee.”

The road was entirely empty except for them, which was a little eerie, but Felix couldn’t deny that Pottsville, Arkansas was very scenic. The road up the mountain wound through the forest, the sides of the road decorated with the prettiest wildflowers he had seen since he and his dad had driven down from Vermont. The sun shone down through them in little pockets through the thick branches of the trees and made the car cool off considerably within the few minutes they drove up the hill.

“It should be just up ahead,” Dean hummed as he looked out the window, “Seems like a nice little town.”

“Quiet, for sure.” Felix said as they passed by a small little church on the side of the hill, its white steeple stark against the dark green forestry around it and the rust orange truck parked outside of it, “Finally spotted someone.”

Dean snorted, “A sign of life. The locals must live further up the hill then.” Felix hummed as he finally saw the gas station. It was old timey and looked like it had been around since the early 50s.

Nonetheless, it was gas.

He turned off the road and put the Jeep in park, before stepping out of the car. Dean followed suit and they both stretched for a moment before Felix began to pump their gas.

“Good news, coffee isn’t far away,” Dean said as he came round the front of the Jeep to lean against the side of the car next to Felix, “We can walk if we want.” He pointed across the street and there stood the little shed looking place with the words, “The Cocoa Bean” painted on the side in a sharp white scrawl.

“Place looks like the wind could knock it over.”

“But it’s coffee and coffee is needed.” Dean reasoned, “We still gotta make it into Oklahoma by tonight so we can get to our motel.”

“True.” Felix sighed, “Let me finish this up and we’ll just run across the street and come back.”

With the car locked and their gas pumped, the two ran across the street, their legs almost rejoicing for the opportunity to move and stretch after the seven hour drive already taking its toll on them.

The Cocoa Bean looked just as rickety and shed like up close, the big wreath on the dark emerald front door making it only look slightly more homey and less abandoned. Dean reached out a hand and opened the door into the cafe and immediately they were hit with the most heavenly smell. The place must’ve been baking for their days customers because the smell was definitely sweet and all consuming as they took a step into the place. Unlike the outside, the inside of the Cocoa Bean was warm and cozy albeit a little outdated as well, making the place look like a cafe from the late 70s. A few tables sat around on the checkered floor, their matching chairs peeling with leather. Each table had a vase filled with wildflowers, dandelions and bundles of Queen Anne’s lace looking radiant even in the sunlight that shone through the big windows on the side. The Jukebox in the corner was playing “Rock and Roll Never Forgets” softly, making the woman behind the counter sway to it as she worked.

“Good Mornin’, Ms. Billings!” The woman called to them, not even turning around from working at the back counter, her back still to them, “What can I get for you today? The usual, or are you feeling adventurous? I was just tellin Rod that I thought you’d like our new special, but he wasn’t sure.” She let out a laugh, one that had sounded like it had been used multiple times over the past twenty plus years. The woman would’ve been in her 50s, her red hair swinging around her waist as she moved in long strands of curls.

“Uhm,” Felix said as they walked closer to the counter, “I’m afraid we’re not who you're thinking of.” The woman turned at the sound of Felix’s deeper voice that still hadn’t lost that East coast accent. Even after being in Tennessee for two years and being around Dean so much, his accent hadn’t fully left him even if it had softened rather dramatically.

Her big brown eyes widened as she spotted them and a large smile came onto her face, making her laugh lines crinkle around her eyes, “Well, hello there, new friends! What brings you to the Cocoa Bean?”

“Uhm...Coffee?” Dean asked as he smiled back at the woman, “Heard you have good coffee.”

She laughed and leaned over the counter to patt Dean’s cheek, “That we do, honey bee. My name is Doralee and me and my husband Rod own this place. What’re your names?”

Felix opened his mouth to retort that it was none of her business, but Dean nudged him and stuck out his hand, “I’m Dean,” He nudged Felix again,”And this is my friend, Felix, we’re just passing through town.”

“Nice to meet you boys,” She cooed and reached over the counter to shake Dean’s hand and then reached for Felix’s which he gave to her after a moment of hesitation, “What brings you through Pottsville?”

“We’re on our way to California.” Felix hummed as he began to look around the place for a menu.

“Sounds exciting! Vacation?” She leaned against the pastry case next to the register where a collection of the most beautifully decorated cakes where sitting, thick cakes frosted with pastel pinks and oranges making Felix’s mouth water slightly at the sight.

“No, ma’am,” Dean gave her that award winning grin that Felix swore was magical. Dean could win almost any adult over with that smile, “We’re going up to school.”

As always, Dean’s smile seemed to have made Doralee explode in a flurry of giggles and flushed cheeks, “Well, you two looked smart, i’m not surprised.” She ran a hand through her long hair before reaching for a pocket in her white apron, bringing out a large order pad and a pencil, “What can I get for you boys?”

“Coffee.” Felix reiterated, starting to get a little irritated. He was tired and starting to get a little grouchy.

“He’ll take a latte and I’ll just have a coffee, black.”

“House blend, okay, sugar?” Doralee asked as she scribbled their order down, “Rod says the house blend is to pansy, but I think its delightful.”

“Sure…” Dean hummed.

“And you, honey bee,” She turned to Felix, “Wanted a Latte?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry, boy,” A gruff voice came through the air as a tall wiry looking man came through a door in the back, a huge tray of muffins balanced in his arms. His dark brown eyes came to rest on Felix as he walked behind the counter and set the muffins down in the case, “We dont do lattes here. Besides, a nice boy like you looks like he could use a mans drink…”

Felix’s eye twitched a little as he tried to hold in the irritation that was watching over him, “Guys can drink lattes.” He mumbled.

“Not here they don’t.” The man pulled the faded red baseball cap off his head and wiped his forehead with the back of his arm, giving a brief glimpse of his greying blonde hair before he slapped the cap back down onto his balding head, “I got the perfect thing for you.”

“Rod!” Doralee turned to the man, Rod, and frowned at him, “I told ya to be nice to my customers.”

“Dora, the boy is drinking lattes like some fancy namby from the East Coast.” Rod grumbled as he leant over and snatched a muffin outta the case.

“They’re new customers, Rod.” His wife retorted and came round the counter. She swayed as she walked, her sandaled feet shuffling across the floor as she came to stand between the two of them. She put her arms around both boys who towered over her and pulled them both to either side of her.

“We’re gonna give them a warm Pottsville welcome, you hear me.” She pinched both their cheeks as she spoke, before letting them go.

Felix was losing patience and fast. If it wasn’t for Dean’s hand that came to rest of Felix’s shoulder, he was sure he would’ve snapped something at the man, but instead he stayed quiet while Dean spoke, “We’ll just take two coffees, black, please.”

“Sure, thing sugar,” She cooed at them again before turning to her husband, “Now, out with you. I expect those banana breads to be done before Mr. Meyers comes in for his morning tea. The poor man missed his bread yesterday, and I’ll be damned if he’s gonna miss it again, Rod.”

Rod sighed and rolled his eyes, mumbling something about getting himself a stiff drink already in the morning.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Doralee, “What was that?”

“Nothing,” He said turning back around to give her a smile, “Nothing at all.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” She called to him before turning back to the two of them, “Sorry about that boys. It’s on the house today.”

“It’s alright, Miss, We don’t mind paying.” Dean reached for his wallet but she waved him off.

“No, no no no no no,” She said as she pulled out two large cups and began to fill them with coffee, “It’s on the house.”

Dean went to argue that they wouldn’t mind paying for it before Felix elbowed him, “If you insist, Miss.”

“Ooh!” She said as she popped a lid on to each cup, “Let me get you boys a slice of pie too. It’s a bit early in the morning, but both ya’ll look like you’re gonna keel over.”

No matter how much Dean insisted they would be fine or that he could pay for their food, Doralee insisted them until they were out the door with a boxed up pie, two forks, two large cups of black coffee and enough hugs to last Felix till Christmas.

“Well, that was a nice place…” Dean hummed as they walked back to the car, “Bit awkward, but...nice…”

“She kept hugging us,” Feli said as he took a large gulp of his coffee, “Why did she keep hugging us?”

“Because she’s a southern woman who’s determined to hug you.” Dean chuckled taking a swig of his own coffee, “And let’s face it, with how adorable you are, who wouldn’t want to hug you?”

Felix answered him with a swat to the arm, “Bite me, Solace.”

“I’d be glad to.”

Check out my Delix tag for more Delix ficlets.

#delix #dean solace #felix jackson #i don't even know what this is but I hope you enjoy it #also this is the first prompt in a series of them for october #so theres more delix to come

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inawickedlittletown · 5 years

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Walking The Wire (106/?)

Summary: Tony Stark always knew about Peter Parker. He didn’t know that Peter was going to get superpowers and become Spider-Man, but he always knew about Peter because Peter was his son.

This will span from pre-Iron Man up through the rest of the MCU (eventually including Infinity War) and will be for the most part canon compliant except where I’ve taken some liberties and interpreted canon a certain way.

Pairings: Pepper/Tony, Tony/Steve (endgame), Tony/Mary (past)

A/N: If you want me to tag you when I post new chapters let me know. This fic is also on AO3

I used Collider’s MCU timeline to stay canon and the title of this fic is an Imagine Dragons song that is just so fitting for Peter and Tony

@findmeinthestarss

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Chapter One Hundred Five

It turned out that having Michelle know he was Spider-Man and acknowledging that she did was a good thing. Michelle was just all that much better about covering for Peter. Just the other day when they’d gone on a small class trip and Peter had spotted a mugging happening, it was Michelle that had distracted everyone long enough for Peter to get away unnoticed and then again when he rejoined them.

The only thing about Michelle was that unlike Ned, she actually seemed concerned about what Peter got up to. She worried. It was weird especially when she pretended that she didn’t in person and then sent him long rambling texts about how he wasn’t being careful and how close he came to getting injured or hurting others.

It was all on par with how much coverage Spider-Man had started to get from the media which Peter didn’t particularly like. At first it had seemed cool to be mentioned on the news all the time and to have articles about Spider-Man popping up everywhere. His favorite were the YouTube videos since those were usually fun to watch mostly because they weren’t all made by anyone truly professional. But after a while, even those got old. It got annoying. Tony definitely disliked it.

“I just don’t like how interested everyone seems to be in finding out your identity,” his dad said while they were tinkering in the workshop. “It’s none of their business.”

Peter liked listening to him rant. It was kind of hilarious especially when one considered Tony’s own media presence basically his entirely life.

“And it’s not like we’ve announced that you’re an Avenger or anything but some reason they just seem to associate you with us.”

That’s when Steve spoke up. “That’s because they see you out and about with him all the time as Iron Man and Iron Man is an Avenger.”

“That isn’t the point,” Tony said.

“And also, Peter’s the only hero that’s popped up that has a hidden identity. Gives everyone a mystery to want to solve.”

Tony muttered some more and Peter tried not to laugh. He could tell that Steve was amused too.

Since all that stuff with The Vulture, Tony still did tend to show up when Peter needed help. He was better about letting Peter be involved in things especially when they didn’t involve alien tech. They had stopped some weird guy with what seemed to be some sort of power -- Tony said he was probably an inhuman -- just the other day from destroying a big portion of Greenwich Village. The guy hadn’t been doing it on purpose it turned out it. It was just that his powers were so unstable. Peter had been glad to have Tony there because he didn’t a single person could have handled everything that instance entailed. Even Vision had made an appearance for that. In the end they had subdued the guy and Tony had handed him over to a the new Shield.

“But also, it’s not just the identity thing,” Tony kept on, “it’s that there’s varying degrees of coverage. He’s good for the city. He’s a vigilante. He’s an Avenger. He’s not. It’s ridiculous. At least no one seems to have put together that I built your suit. Or at least no one’s written an article about it yet. And can you imagine if anyone found out I had a son? Because then they would definitely start questioning whether you were the one under the mask and then my parenting would come into question.”

It was no surprise to Peter that Ned loved it. He had a whole collection on articles written about him and he would send Peter the more outrageous ones and Peter would pass those on to Steve because Steve loved reading them too. May seemed to agree with Tony on the whole matter. But then, May also tended to try and get Peter to quit being Spider-Man altogether whenever she saw him and it wasn’t something that was ever likely to stop. She liked to bring up questions about school and girlfriends and college and how Spider-Man wouldn’t be an ideal addition to any of those as her way of asking him to stop.

As he stepped out of Midtown one afternoon, Peter was surprised when he spotted Tony complete with a baseball cap, sunglasses, a grin, and a thermal cup that probably contained coffee, leaning against a sleek black car that at least proved to be his least flashy. Still, no matter how hard he was trying, he looked out of place and people were noticing him.

Michelle who had walked out with him spotted Tony with no problem and when Peter glanced at her he could practically see her thinking. Her left eyebrow rose and she stared him down.

“Is Tony Stark actually picking you up right now?”

Peter shook his head. “Nope. It’s all in your imagination. You’re hallucinating.”

Michelle laughed -- cackled more like and Peter grinned back at her as she nudged him and rolled her eyes. Ned appeared then, busy with his backpack as he walked, and only managing to not run into anyone because anyone in his path dodged him.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Your boy here is being picked up by Tony Stark. Fancy that. I bet Flash will be jealous.”

“Which is why I’m going to go before anyone else notices,” Peter said and rushed away. When he looked back Michelle waved and Ned grinned at him and gave him thumbs up.

“Hey,” Peter said when he was close enough.

“Hi, kiddo,” his dad said, “I was in the area so I figured I’d come by and get you. I was also sort of craving this apple crostini this one restaurant has so we’re going to have to make a stop for that. Up for it?”

Peter rolled his eyes but nodded. “Sure.”

They got into the car and when Peter looked out the window he realized that a few people were watching them. Someone must have caught onto Tony being there. Not that it really mattered since everyone knew that Peter had a Stark Internship. Of course, no intern could have ever expected for Tony Stark himself to show up to pick them up from school. He was definitely going to hear about it.

The restaurant Tony took them to was a hole in the wall that no one would have ever noticed and yet it was busy. A well known secret. Nevertheless, they were seated at a discrete table towards the back without much wait which told Peter that Tony had called ahead.

“Why are we really here?” Peter asked.

“I told you -- apple crostini. Also, remind me to order one to go because Steve would kill us if we don’t bring him one back. We used to come here sometimes back in the day.”

“Oh,” Peter said.

His dad never really talked about how he and Steve had come to be and Peter didn’t really have any questions or want to know details, but he loved when Tony slipped in something that hinted at a past memory. It made him realize how normal it all was in some ways. Sometimes, it was still shocking to think about Iron Man and Captain America in a romantic relationship or to consider that they were getting married until he thought about them as Tony and Steve -- his dad and his dad’s fiance.

“Truth is, I wanted to catch up with you,” Tony said. “Things have been a bit crazy lately. Haven’t really spent much time with you on our own. Steve or someone else is usually around.”

Peter hadn’t -- no, he’d noticed, it was just that he hadn’t minded. He’d never expected to have Tony to himself all the time and had felt lucky when he did even if then it had been broken up to a few hours here and there and now he was living in the tower and had access to Tony all the time and it didn’t really matter that there were other people around.

“We can start with, who was the girl?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Who, Michelle? I’ve told you about her. She’s the one that figured out I’m Spider-Man all on her own.”

“MJ. You said someone named MJ did.”

“Michelle Jones. She likes to be called MJ. Anyway, that was her.”

Tony nodded. The waitress approached then and Tony ordered the apple crostinis and remembered to order the one to go as well without Peter needing to remind him.

“So she’s super smart and observant,” Tony said.

“Yup. Definitely knew it was you waiting for me. Actually, I think a few people figured it out.”

Tony shrugged with a grin. “And they can all wonder about what your internship entails once more.”

Tony started asking about how things were going in school next and Peter filled him in even though he was sure he’d mentioned some of it to him in passing over the last few weeks.

The apple crostini turned out to be amazing. He was in the middle of telling Tony about what they’d started working on in physics when it arrived and after one bite of the crunchy and flaky crust with the warm apple filling and the ice cream and Peter was in heaven.

“I told you so,” Tony said.

“This is the best thing ever,” Peter said.

It was nice to have some time on his own with Tony. Tony told him all about how the board members were driving him and Pepper crazy because they didn’t like that Tony’s concern wasn’t all about profit when it came to the prosthetic division even when it came to custom projects.

“It’s like they don’t understand how good the PR is although that obviously isn’t why we’re doing it.”

“But it’s your company,” Peter said.

“Pepper and I own more than half of the shares of the company, sure, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have to deal with the board of directors. It’s the side of business that I don’t particularly like. Pepper is awesome at it. It’s all stuff you’ll have to learn about if you want to take over the company one day--”

“Um, what?” Peter said and almost choked on a piece of apple.

Tony chuckled. “Won’t be for a while and it’s up to you if you want it. It’s not an obligation, you know. You could find your own Pepper Potts and have someone else run it if you prefer. I rather you do what you want than what you think I want you to do so--”

Peter had sort of forgotten about how Tony had broken the news to him what felt like ages ago even though it hadn’t even been a full year yet. He’d forgotten how Tony told him that he would inherit everything as if that had been the right way to let him know that Tony was his father. Since then, Peter hadn’t really thought about it or the reality of what it actually meant which meant that it was overwhelming information to take in.

“I -- that’s--”

“What, did you forget that I’m Tony Stark? You’re my heir, kid, to this whole crazy company and whatever else I’ve accumulated.”

“But what if -- what if you and Steve have kids?” Peter asked.

It wasn’t something he’d considered before that moment, but wasn’t that what people did after they got married? They went and had kids. Peter was aware that Tony and Steve were both men but there were ways around that -- surrogacy or adoption or other weirder things. It was possible. Peter didn’t know if -- well, he didn’t know if he’d be thrilled about it if they did have kids. He felt weird even just thinking about it.

“Not really something we’ve discussed,” Tony said and he seemed to notice that Peter seemed uncomfortable. “And even if we did decide to have kids it wouldn’t be for a long while, Pete.”

“Oh,” Peter said. But they could still have some even if Peter was fully grown when they did--

Tony grabbed his hand. Tony’s hand was warm and familiar and Peter allowed himself to calm down. “Peter, you’re my kid. I -- I love you, kid. Not something that will ever change. I’ll always be here for you no matter what. Even if Steve and I adopt a hundred kids. You’re still always going to be my son and you’re the most important person in my life.”

Peter hadn’t expected Tony to say that. Those three words. Tony had said them before, he was sure, but Peter couldn’t actually remember. He certainly hadn’t expected them in the moment.

“I don’t think even Steve will want to adopt that many kids,” Peter said.

“If he even wants to,” Tony said with a shrug. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t be opposed to another kid -- it’s just I’d be fine with just you.”

“Oh,” Peter said. “But you didn’t get to raise me. Not really. Don’t you want that -- the whole baby thing?” Peter didn’t really understand why people were so keen on babies. He knew they were cute but they also cried and made messes and couldn’t really do anything and he actually -- he couldn’t see Tony or even Steve dealing with a baby well.

“That doesn’t matter. Clearly, it doesn’t. You’re still my kid, Peter, and as has been established you clearly need me a lot too no matter what your age is.”

Peter nodded. “I kind of do,” Peter said and then because he couldn’t say anything else, “I, um, I love you too, dad.”

He thought that Tony’s eyes got a bit misty at that and Peter realized that he’d never actually said it out loud before. But it was true. It had been true for a while. Peter loved Tony. He loved his dad and everything that he was and did for Peter. He was one of the best people he knew and Peter would forever be glad that he knew who his father was and that it was someone as amazing as Tony Stark.

Chapter One Hundred Seven

#peter and tony #peter and tony fic #mcuwriting #mcu fic #iron dad #iron dad and spider son #stony #stony fic #marvel

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thedatingvigilante · 2 years

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Beware Of Stalkers! #16

Sting made stalking sweet and romantic. Hollywood makes stalking cute in a romcom. The reality is stalking is just plain creepy and unfortunately for some people it has turned into criminal activity. I am lucky enough to not to have had any dead animals arrive at my doorstep or have had to get a restraining order.

Having said that, I no longer put my first name on my profile and I NEVER let a man pick me up from home.

This of course comes from lessons learned. I used to have my first name and a pic from work that had my company logo in the background. Thanks to Linkedin I was very easily found.

On 2 separate occasions at 2 different office locations, these men whom I had very clearly expressed my disinterest were HELL bent on meeting me because the belief is that if I met them in person I would fall in love with them!! LMFAO😛.

I did not have the heart to tell the first guy “you’re too little for me at 5′7, I don't care how much money you make, I could beat the crap out of you and it’s a turn off!!”. I just politely say, “You’re simply not my cup of tea”.

He showed up at my office with a dozen long stem roses to WOO me for fuck sakes!!🤣 Office Manager had a field day when she had to tell me what was waiting for me. I was embarrassed and at the same time felt sorry for the little guy. I took him downstairs so we could speak in private where I had to let him down gently. Such a nice guy, worked in finance, but DAMN was he little!!

Second guy was actually a MAYBE, but he lives in Barrie and the distance was a non starter. I told him as much and he kept saying he would “go the distance”. I told him I appreciated that but the reality is I don’t bring men home and I am not driving north or 100 km to see a man. I don’t care how cute he is. BTW he was not that cute lol

Well.... he decided to show me he would go the distance and drove ALL the way downtown which from Barrie at any given moment is over 1.5 hours!! and he showed up unannounced!!! Couldn’t live that one down in the office and we went for coffee in the Atrium where I had to once again, let the guy down easy.

Now let me paint a picture for you...it was the culmination of all bad dates rolled into one. He showed up wearing shorts, a t shirt, baseball cap and sneakers. I was at work. In a suit! What were you thinking DUDE??? His pictures were definitely aged as he was down right chubby compared to the fit man on his profile. Dad bod to the max!! Receding hairline which was only revealed to me while he wiped the sweat off his head. YES! HE WAS SWEATING PROFUSELY!!! He was nervous and as we sat to drink coffee, he spilled it on his shirt. I felt like I was helping a hermit man learn how to reintegrate into normal society. He was laughing nervously when I asked WHY would he come all this way when I was explicit in me not being interested. He took the day off so he could show me he would go the distance. I guess he was looking to create some big gesture of sorts. Thank you John Hughes!! 😏

Make a long story short, men are often deluded into thinking they are the cat’s meow and will go to the ends of the earth for what they desire. Its flattering, BUT it’s also creepy when it’s unwanted attention.

So ladies, be careful what you display on your online profile. Dont lie...just don’t make it so easy to be hunted down 🤣

#stalking #onlineprofiles #beinghunted #goingthedistance

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gourmetmilkshake · 6 years

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my favorite customers arent like people who spend a lot theyre just people who are nice?! there's this young russian couple with sweet smiles, and an old european couple who have the best laughs and a good sense of humor, and the handsome guy, and the guy with the cat patterned reusable bags... some of the ones i didn't see today but are also my fav are the family w a white dad & an asian mom and their little son has a shaved head and hes so cute and the mom has a super short haircut and she's so visually striking to me and pretty nice, the buff guy who comes in and addresses me immediately as "HANNA!" the old guy who either wears a canon baseball cap or a bucket hat and his voice is like a cartoon its very wavery but he's always like "thats a cool hat youve got on you change it every day!", the tall woman with a nice smile and blond short hair who always does a huge shopping but she asks me about my day and we talk about different cool subjects and her sons are like eating pizza and playing, almost all the grandmas that come in, the old dad and his young son that come to shop together and buy lots of yogurt... idk i wish i knew their names sometimes because i like them all and they know my name and i dont even know who they are

#i be seeing them and im like ah there u are.

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bandiiey · 7 years

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tmi ask meme: all of them you coward

watch me bitch

1: What are you wearing?

a baseball cap, a purple zipper hoodie and black leggings

2: Ever been in love?

I think so

3: Ever had a terrible breakup?

nope

4: How tall are you?

5′5

5: How much do you weigh?

100 pounds, im a twig

6: Any tattoos do you want?

i kinda want sleeves to my elbows? idk

7: Any piercings that you want?

nah not really

8: OTP?

me and a good nights sleep

9: Favorite Show?

always sunny maybe

10: Favorite bands?

radiator hospital, boyscott, julia brown/starry cat and Ninja sex party

11: Something you miss?

I miss my friends chloe and izzy who are away rn

12: Favorite song?

Sleepwalk - Boyscott

13: How old are you?

14: Zodiac sign?

Leo

15: Hair Color?

Brown with like a bit of faded green on the end (why won’t it go away)

16: Favorite Quote?

i dunno

17: Favorite singer?

i’m not sure but I really like Sufjan Stevens

18: Favorite color?

Bright red and dark purple

19: Loud music or soft?

Both depending on mood

20: Where do you go when you're sad?

in my room i guess?

21: How long does it take you to shower?

like 15 minutes because the hot water in my house sucks

22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

Like 10 minutes tops

23: Ever been in a physical fight?

yeah a few

24: Turn on?

nah

25: Turn off?

nah

26: The reason I joined Tumblr?

because I’m a masochist

27: Fears?

hallucinations, dying, becoming a vegetable and commitment

28: Last thing that made you cry?

I cried talking about my feelings with my therapist so

29: Last time you cried?

a few days ago

30: Meaning behind your url

I put axolotl and some other word into a random word generator

31: Last book you read?

catcher in the rye

32: Last song you listened to?

Elli - Flower Crown

33: Last show you watched?

I watched the leaked hellbenders pilot does that count

34: Last person you talked to?

my dad

35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?

one of my close friends

36: Favorite food?

steak, medium well

37: Place you want to visit?

I wanna go to chicago or new york

38: Last place you were?

uhh i guess on the parkway outside my house??

39: Do you have a crush?

i dont know

40: Last time you kissed someone?

i haven’t LMAO im a loser

41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?

I got called a fucking asshole by some guy because my dog ran up to his

42: What color underwear are you wearing?

black with like space designs on them

43: What color shirt are you wearing?

light grey

44: What color bottoms are you wearing?

black

45: Wearing any bracelets?

nope

46: Last sport you played?

kickball i think

47: Last song you sang?

Louise - TV Girl

48: Last prank call you remember doing?

I prank called my friend Raymond with 4 of my friends months ago. It was just us breathing heavily and saying ‘youre next’. I talked to him a few months later and he was telling me that he got a really weird phone call months ago and i said ‘Oh that was me’ and he lost his shit

49: Last time you hung out with anyone?

I hung out with two of my friends at the mall yesterday

50: Favorite movie?

uhh fuck probably moonlight??

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elsbels25 · 7 years

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Please like... do every and all of the 100 oc asks (at least the ones you want to) because I love you and want to know more about your characters cough Percy cough

his name is now officially Percy. also I didn’t answer some because idk yet

1. What do they smell like?

Percy smells like vanilla because his mother likes to bake/ owns a bakery

6. What do they like to wear?

jeans??? and tshirts??? like a normal teenager

7. Which of their relationships have impacted them most positively?

His relationship with Wyatt another boy he met while at therapy

8. What’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten?

fried ants

9. Describe the way that they sleep.

it takes Percy like 30 seconds to fall asleep during the day. hours during the night but he’s gotten better.

10. What is their favorite food/kind of food?

anything you can get in a bakery

12. How do they like to dress?

is this not the same as question 6????

13. How do they react to feelings of guilt?

He beats himself up

14. How do they react to/deal with betrayal?

Also beats himself up. thinks it’s his fault

15. What is their greatest achievement?

his basketball scholarship

16. What are they like when they’ve gotten too little sleep?

Cranky and whiny like a baby

17. What are they like when they’re drunk?

touchy and giggly

18. What kind of music do they enjoy?

every single one. except screamo, country and heavy metal

19. Are they right or left handed?

both but ya know he normally uses his right hand

20. Fears?

thunder and lightning

21. Favorite kind of weather?

hot summer weather

22. Favorite color?

Green and Yellow

23. Do they collect anything?

Percy collected sea shells when he and his parents moved to the coast

24. Do they prefer either hot or cold weather more?

hot weather

25. 26. 27.

look man idk what he looks like

28. Are they happy where they are currently?

yes where he is in my head rn he’s very happy

29. Are they a morning person?

Yeah

30. Sunrise or sunset?

Sunrise

31. Are they more messy or more organized?

organized

32. Pet peeves?

Doors that squeak

33. Do they own any objects of significant personal importance?

A baseball cap from his dad’s college

A sweatshirt that belonged to his sister

One of those keychains that when you squeeze them their eyes pop out (his childhood best friend gave it to him)

34. Least favorite food?

he really hates cucumbers and pickles

35. Least favorite color?

the color of vomit

36. Least favorite smell?

vomit

37. When was the last time they cried?

Child cries every night. whoops

38. Were they with anybody the last time they cried?

no, he likes to be alone when he cries tbh

39. Tell us about one of the times they got injured?

his bike ran into a tree once and he broke his arm.

40. Do they have any scars?

a couple.

41. Do they struggle with any mental health issues?

Yeahhh

42. Do they have any bad habits?

stress eating. Biting his pens/pencils.

43. Why might someone dislike them?

because they will never have what he has? honestly he is so sweet why would someone dislike him omg.

44. Why might someone love them?

This boy would lay his life down for anyone. Sunshine child. need any more reasons?

45. Do they believe in ghosts?

not really, he’s usually a see to believe kinda guy, but they’re open to the idea

46. Is there anyone they would trust with their lives?

This boy trusts everyone. but his family and his best friend he trusts with his life (with each other’s lives)

47. Are they romantically interested in anyone?

Yeah his childhood best friend

48. Are they dating/married to anyone?

he’s dating someone

49. Do they like surprises?

good ones yeah

50. When is their birthday?

June 23 I think

51. How do they usually celebrate their birthday?

With his friends usually at a bowling alley.

52. Do they have any family?

Yes he does, a mother a father a dead sister

53. Are they close to their family?

Yeah very.

54. What is their MBTI type?

either infp or isfj

55. What is their zodiac sign?

Cancer

56. What Hogwarts House would they be in?

Hufflepuff, this child is as sweet as they come

57. What D&D alignment are they?

Lawful Good according to the quiz i took while thinking like Percy

58. Do they ever have nightmares? If so, what about?

all the time. mostly about his sister but he has them under control....

61. When bored, how do they pass time?

he does about anything and with his slight ADHD he’s always bored so he’s used to it

62. Do they enjoy being outside?

yes

63. Do they have an accent?

64. Upon seeing a slice of chocolate cake, what is their first reaction?

he goes to try it. dude lives for baked goods

65. If they knew they were going to die, what would they do/say?

Tell their loved one he loved them

66. How do they feel about sex?

like any stereotypical teenage boy.

67. What is their sexuality?

i dont know. he doesn’t know. maybe he’s bi?

68. Do they become squeamish at the sight of blood?

a little but he gets over it quickly. especially after the /incident/ he got more squeamish at the sight of blood.

69. Is there anything that they find really gross?

people throwing up

71. Do they enjoy helping people?

Yes. He helps old ladies cross the street

72. Are they allergic to anything?

Yes, strawberries I think.

73. Do they have a pet?

An old golden retriever named Shelly

74. Are they quick to anger? What are they like when they loose their temper?

He gets angry, takes a few deep breaths and asses the situation (Shit he learned in therapy). Not fun to be around he yells a lot and punches some walls (or your face)

75. How patient are they?

very.

76. Are they good at cooking?

of course, his mother taught him - but he prefers baking.

77. Favorite insult? Do they insult people often?

*looks up top 10 insults online*

Is your family tree a cactus? Because everyone on it is a prick.

he doesn’t insult people often

78. How do they act when they’re particularly happy?

He’s mostly always happy, optimistic lil guy. He’s smiley

79. What do they do when they learn about other people’s fears?

if they are in a situation where the fear is present he will try to console them.

80. Are they trustworthy?

Yes very

81. Do they try to hide their emotions? Are they good at it?

He tries most people believe him, but if you know him enough you know the signs

82. Do they exercise regularly?

Yes

83. Are they comfortable with the way they look?

Most days he is. 99% of the time

84. What are some physical features that they find attractive on people?

he likes light freckles the kind that you can’t see unless you look really close and cute smiles.

85. What kind of personalities do they find attractive?

Slightly angry next door neighbors with cute smiles.

nice people idk

86. Do they like sweet foods?

A lot.

87. What is their age?

idk somewhere around 16-17

88. Are they tall or short or somewhere in between?

shortest of the tall

89. Do they wear glasses or contacts?

contacts.

90. Do they consider themselves attractive?

He does sometimes mostly when his best friend compliments him ❤

92. What mood are they most often in?

Happy

93. What kinds of things anger them?

false comments about his sister.

94. Outlook on life?

he has a pretty positive outlook on life, at least he makes it seem that way

95. What kind of things make them sad/depressed?

his sister

96. What is their greatest weakness?

how easily he trusts people, how much he loves.

97. What is the greatest strength?

kid can pack a mean punch.

98. Something that they regret?

not being there for his sister. and running away after his childhood best friend kissed him

99. Biggest accomplishment?

His basketball scholarship

100.Create your own! Does Percy think he’s Fabulous?

No he doesn’t. But it’s okay because everyone thinks he is and reminds him constantly.

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