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pitinthelanepages · 1 year

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against the odds

summary: after a tragic accident, ollie struggles to regain his confidence and ability to run. with the help of you, he sets out on a grueling journey of physical and emotional recovery.

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

word count: 4.2k

genre: warning! graphic description of injury, angst but good ending!

a/n: please note that the following content is entirely fictional and should be viewed as just another story for your entertainment. it is not intended to romanticize any situations or actions portrayed within. however, it is written with the understanding of the risks that drivers take in the pursuit of racing. please read with caution and do not attempt to replicate any dangerous behaviours depicted.

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As a doctor at the track's medical centre, you had seen injuries and accidents, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you when Ollie Bearman was rushed in after a serious crash.

Ollie is a talented Formula 2 driver, with a promising career ahead of him. He had always been passionate about racing, ever since he was a young boy tinkering with go-karts in his backyard. He was always pushing himself to be better and was never afraid to take risks on the track.

However, this Ollie was barely conscious, face swollen and bruised, with cuts on his forehead and a split lip. His arms were badly bruised and one of them appeared to be broken. His chest and ribs were also bruised and tender to the touch, making it difficult for him to breathe properly. Your stomach plummeted with dread as you took in the extent of his injuries. You knew that you and your colleagues would have to work quickly if you were going to save his life.

After arriving at the hospital, Ollie was immediately taken into the operating room. As the doctor, you scrubbed in and joined the surgical team, ready to do whatever was necessary to save his life.

The operating room was a flurry of activity as the doctors and nurses worked to stabilise Ollie. The beeping of the monitors and the sound of medical equipment filled the air as the team worked to repair the damage.

You focused on Ollie's injuries, assessing the damage and deciding on the best course of action. His injuries were extensive, and the surgery was long and complicated. The team worked together seamlessly, each person playing their part to save Ollie's life.

Your mind raced as you worked, your training and expertise kicking in. You couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way, but you couldn't help feeling a deep sense of concern for Ollie. He was so young, and had so much potential ahead of him.

After several hours, the surgery was complete. The team emerged from the operating room, exhausted but relieved. The surgery went successfully.

You knew that his recovery would be a long and difficult road, but you were determined to be there for him every step of the way. You would do whatever it took to help him get back to racing again, and to make sure that he never had to experience a crash like this again.

You stayed with Ollie for the rest of the night, monitoring his condition and administering medications as needed. As you watched him sleep, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Ollie was a fighter, and you knew that he would make it through this.

DAY 2

The next day, you were still reeling from the previous night's events, and made your way to Ollie's hospital room. You held a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, a flower that symbolises perseverance and renewal, and hoped it would bring some comfort to the unconscious driver.

As you entered the room, you were relieved to see that Ollie was still breathing steadily, hooked up to various monitors and machines. You checked his vital signs and began to assess his injuries, carefully examining his broken arm and fractured ribs.

"Hey there, Ollie," you spoke softly, knowing he most probably wouldn't be able to hear you. "You had us all pretty worried yesterday, but you're in good hands now. We're going to make sure you recover fully."

You adjusted the IV drip and jotted down some notes on Ollie's chart, your eyes flickering to the bouquet in your hand. You decided it was time to introduce some positivity into the room and placed the flowers on the bedside table.

"These are for you," you said, smiling gently. "Hydrangeas. They symbolise perseverance and renewal. I thought they might bring some positivity to the room."

You stood there for a moment, just watching him, wondering what was going on in his mind. It was a strange but powerful feeling to care so deeply about someone you had only just met, but there was something about Ollie that pulled you in. A driver so young, he had his whole life ahead, his ultimate goal yet to be reached.

"I hope you wake up soon," you said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "There are a lot of people who care about you, Ollie. You're not alone in this."

With a final glance at the unconscious driver, you made your way out of the hospital room, hoping that Ollie would feel your positive energy and that he would wake up soon.

DAY 3

You walked into Ollie's hospital room, carrying a fresh bouquet of white lilies. It was the third day since the accident, and Ollie was still unconscious, but you were determined to keep talking to him, hoping that somehow he would hear your voice.

"Good morning, Ollie," you whispered, placing the flowers on the bedside table. "I hope you're feeling a little bit better today."

You began to assess his vital signs, checking his heart rate and blood pressure. As you worked, you spoke to him, telling him about the progress he was making, the tests you were running, and the plans you had for his recovery.

"I brought you these lilies," you said, gesturing to the flowers. "This time, it symbolises purity, quite fitting for your recovery, isn’t it?"

You paused for a moment, studying Ollie's face. He looked peaceful, but you knew that his injuries were severe, and his road to recovery wouldn’t be easy.

"But don't worry, Ollie," you said, reaching out to touch his hand. "You're a fighter, and I am here with you. I know it would probably sound unsettling to you that a stranger is speaking like this to you even though you probably can't hear me, I feel like I need to talk to you…" your face contorts into a sheepish smile, “I am waiting for you to wake up so I can assure you that I am no creep.”

As you finished checking up on him for the day, you sat down next to Ollie's bed, taking his hand in yours. “Let me tell you a bit about myself today. I don’t think it’s fair to completely leave you in the dark. I am YN, your head doctor.”

Your eyes trailed from his hand in your palms to his face, looking ever so calm, “Did you know that I have initially wanted to be a racing driver just like you? You wouldn’t believe it when I tell you about how I won a karting championship when I was 10-” you continued talking about your experiences on the track.

After a few minutes, you stood up, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll be back tomorrow, Ollie," you said. "Rest up, and keep fighting."

DAY 4

The fourth day since Ollie's crash, you entered his hospital room, holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in one hand and a clipboard in the other. You checked the usual, there wasn’t much improvement. Ollie remained unconscious, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of worry.

"It’s me again, Ollie," you sighed, taking a seat by his bedside. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound tired. Today I brought you Angel's Trumpets. They're supposed to represent healing and transformation."

You placed the flowers by the window, adjusting their position so that they caught the light just right. Then you turned your attention back to Ollie and readjusted his pillows, making sure his head was properly supported.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about why I became a doctor," you began, more to yourself than to Ollie. "It's not just about fixing broken bones or treating illnesses. It's about making a connection with people, helping them through difficult times. And that's what I'm here to do for you, Ollie. To help you get through this and come out stronger on the other side."

You turned to look at the flowers resting by the window, a pool of sadness gnawing on your chest as you continued. “Did I tell you why I brought these flowers, yet? I mean, sure I did tell you they hold special meaning but looking at these flowers, I couldn't help but think that they hold some sort of magic. I feel like it’s not just me, the team, your friends, fans and family who are rooting for you but also these flowers that look after you, you know?" a sad smile takes over your features.

“Wait, I sound crazy, don’t I?” you said, before getting reminded of the fact that you had yet to have lunch. “Would you mind if I have my lunch today here, Ollie?”

Without waiting for a response, you took out your lunchbox and set it on the bedside table. “For today, I’m having oven heated pasta.” You began to eat, occasionally glancing at Ollie's still form. “Mhm, it smells weird but you know what? I don’t care. I have been having a hard time cooking these days so I am having these store bought ones. I don’t know what happened to my patience. I cannot handle having to stand in front of the stove for over 20 minutes but I can certainly stand in an operating room, doing surgery for god knows how many hours one takes depending on the injury.”

As you sat there, finishing up your lunch and talking to Ollie, you noticed that the sky outside had started to darken. A few drops of rain splattered against the window, and before you knew it, a downpour had started.

The sound of the rain hitting the window was soothing, and you found yourself getting lost in thought. You wondered if Ollie could hear the rain, if it would have any effect on his state of mind.

The rain continued to pour down, and you watched as the drops ran down the window in rivulets. You felt a sense of calm settle over you, as if the rain had washed away all of your worries and fears.

As the rain gradually started to subside, you turned your attention back to Ollie. "It's raining outside, Ollie," you said softly. "It's one of those rainstorms that makes everything feel fresh and new. There are many people who don’t like rain but me? I personally love it when it rains. It’s so beautiful outside right now. I wish you could witness it."

You picked up one of the flowers that was resting by the window before slightly opening it and held it up outside, letting the raindrops fall onto the petals. "See how the rain is nourishing this flower, making it stronger and more resilient? That's what I want for you, Ollie. I want you to be strong and resilient, to come back to us even stronger than before."

The rain continued to fall outside, but you felt a sense of hope growing inside you. You knew that Ollie had a long road ahead of him, but you were determined to help him through it, no matter what it took.

With that, you rose from your seat and made your way to the door. You turned back for one last look at Ollie, sending a silent prayer his way before stepping out into the hallway.

DAY 5

Ollie's eyes flickered open, the sterile white of the hospital room blinding him momentarily. The last thing he remembered was the screeching of tires and the sickening crunch of metal as his car collided with another on the track. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic rose in his chest as he realised that something was very wrong.

But then he heard a voice, soft and comforting, that seemed to be coming from beside him. He turned his head as much as he could, and saw a girl, a bit older than him, clad in a white coat standing there, looking at him with widened eyes.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, hands over your mouth before forcing yourself to close it. “I- I am so sorry. This is so unprofessional of me… b-but… you’re awake?”

Ollie blinked, trying to focus on your words. He didn't remember you, but something about your voice was familiar. Then it clicked - he had been hearing your voice in his dreams. You had been talking to him all this time, even though he couldn't respond.

He tried to speak, but his throat was dry and scratchy. You noticed and poured a glass of water, holding it to his lips so he could take a few sips.

"Thank you," he managed to whisper, his voice weak.

“No problem! I’m your doctor, YN," you said reassuringly. "I've been monitoring your progress since you were brought in after the crash. You had a severe concussion and multiple fractures. You've been in a coma for the past few days."

As you spoke, Ollie felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been terrified that he might never wake up again, but now that he was conscious, he felt hopeful that he might make a full recovery.

He looked at you again, taking in the kindness in your eyes, and felt a rush of gratitude towards you. You had been taking care of him even though he was unconscious, and he couldn't thank you enough for it.

"Thank you," he repeated, his voice still hoarse.

"You don't need to thank me," you replied with a small smile. "It's my job. But I'm glad to see you're doing better."

You walked into Ollie's hospital room, finding him sitting up in bed and looking a bit down. "Hey there," you greeted him with a warm smile. "How are you feeling today?"

Ollie shrugged. "Better, I guess. Just a bit frustrated that I can't be out on the track right now."

"I can imagine," you said sympathetically. "Motorsports must be a big part of your life, huh?"

"Yeah, it's everything to me," Ollie replied, his eyes lighting up. "The speed, the adrenaline, the competition...there's nothing like it."

You nodded, leaning against the wall next to his bed. "I can see why it's such a passion for you. It takes a lot of dedication and skill to race at the level you do."

Ollie smiled. "Thanks. It's definitely not easy, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I used to race go-karts when I was a kid," you admitted, recalling your own memories of the track. "It's not quite the same as what you do, but I understand the excitement and the rush you get from it."

"Really?" Ollie asked, genuinely interested. "That's so cool. What was it like?"

"It was intense," you said with a laugh. "But also a lot of fun. It's been years since I've been behind the wheel of a go-kart, though. I'm a bit out of practice."

"I'm sure you still have it in you," Ollie said, grinning. "Maybe we can go to a go-kart track together when I'm all healed up."

You chuckled. "I think I'd like that. It'd be nice to get back on the track again, even if it's just for fun."

As you both continued to chat about your love of motorsports, you couldn't help but feel a connection growing between you two. Ollie's passion for racing was infectious, and you found yourself admiring his determination and drive. In turn, Ollie appreciated your genuine interest in his sport and your willingness to share your own experiences with him.

By the end of the conversation, both of you felt a little more uplifted and connected than before. As you left the room, Ollie couldn't help but feel grateful for your presence and the unexpected bond he had formed with you.

Ollie was relieved to finally hear the news that he had been waiting for. He had been in the hospital for what felt like an eternity, and he was eager to get back on the track. The doctor had just cleared him to leave, but with one condition - he needed to undergo rehabilitation before he could race again.

The thought of rehabilitation had never been a pleasant one for Ollie. He had always been someone who wanted to push through the pain and get back to racing as soon as possible. But he knew that this time, he had to follow the orders.

As he was packing his bags to leave the hospital, he heard a knock on the door. It was you, the doctor who had been in charge of his care since he had been admitted. "Hey, Ollie," you said with a smile. "I heard you're being discharged today. I wanted to come say goodbye."

Ollie was surprised by your visit, but grateful for it. "Thanks, doc," he said. "I really appreciate all that you've done for me."

You smiled. "Of course, Ollie. It's my job. But before you leave, I wanted to talk to you about your rehabilitation."

Ollie sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm not looking forward to it."

"I know it's not easy," you said. "But it's important if you want to get back to racing at your full potential. I can help you with exercises and physical therapy sessions if you'd like. And if you need someone to talk to during the process, I'm here for you."

Ollie was taken aback by your offer. He had never met a doctor who was so invested in his well-being outside of the hospital. "Thank you, doc," he said. "That means a lot to me. I'll take you up on your offer."

Ollie had been feeling increasingly frustrated with his slow progress in his recovery. Despite being cleared to leave the hospital, he still had a long road ahead of him with rehabilitation. The first few days after his release were particularly difficult, as he struggled with the limitations of his body and the pain that came with trying to regain strength.

But you were true to your words as you had been a constant presence throughout his recovery journey. You visited him daily and worked with him on his exercises, patiently encouraging him and pushing him to do just a little bit more each day.

Today, you were working on his leg strength. Ollie lay on his back on the mat, his legs propped up on an exercise ball as you stood beside him, holding his ankles steady.

"Okay, Ollie, we're going to start with some leg raises," you said, your voice calm and measured. "Just lift your left leg up towards the ceiling, and then slowly lower it back down. We'll do ten reps on each side."

Ollie gritted his teeth as he lifted his left leg, his muscles protesting at the effort. But he focused on the task at hand, determined to push himself as hard as he could. With each rep, the burn in his muscles grew stronger, but he could feel the satisfaction of his progress as well.

As you gave him instructions for the next exercise, Ollie found himself distracted by your presence. He couldn't help but stare at you, taking in the way your hair fell over your face as you leaned over him.

"Is everything okay, Ollie?" you asked, noticing his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," Ollie said, chuckling. "I was just lost in thought. I didn't mean to stare."

You smiled at him, shaking your head. "It's okay, Ollie. Just let me know if there's anything on my face or anything like that."

Ollie nodded, his gaze meeting yours again. "You know, I've been thinking. I know you're a big motorsport fan, and I've been wanting to ask you something."

"What is it?" you asked, curious.

"Well, once I'm fully recovered, would you want to come to a race with me? I think it would be great to experience it with someone who shares the same passion as I do," Ollie said, excitement evident in his voice.

You sent him a teasing glance. "First, you said you'd take me go-karting, and now you're saying you'll take me to a race? You do know I'm a doctor, right?" But you couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm. "I'd love that too, Ollie."

The day of Ollie's last physical therapy session had finally arrived. As you both walked towards the therapy room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were proud of the progress Ollie had made and excited for him to finally be able to race again. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing that this would be your last session together.

As you entered the therapy room, Ollie's eyes were shining with determination. You could tell he was ready to give it his all, one last time. "Let's do this," he said, his voice full of confidence.

For the next hour, you led Ollie through the exercises that had become second nature to him over the past few weeks. But this time, there was a sense of urgency in his movements, a drive to make every rep count. You could see the sweat pouring down his face, and the strain in his muscles as he pushed himself to his limit.

As the session came to an end, Ollie collapsed onto the mat, breathing heavily but with a huge smile on his face. "I did it," he said, his voice full of triumph.

"You sure did," you replied, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I'm so proud of you, Ollie. You've come so far."

Ollie looked up at you, his eyes bright. "I couldn't have done it without you," he said, his voice full of gratitude. "You believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."

You felt your heart swell with emotion as Ollie continued to speak. "You gave me the strength to keep going, even when things were tough. I don't think I could have made it here without you."

You tried to hold back tears as you looked at Ollie, knowing that this would be your last session together. "You're the one who did the hard work, Ollie. I just helped guide you along the way."

But Ollie shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I mean it. You've been my rock through all of this. And I want you to be there with me when I finally get to race again. You're not just my doctor, you're my friend."

You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as you looked at Ollie, realising how much he had come to mean to you over the past few weeks. "I'd love to be there with you," you said, your voice full of emotion.

As you both left the therapy room, you knew that Ollie was ready to tackle anything that came his way. And you knew that you would always be there, cheering him on, no matter what.

After months of hard work and dedication, Ollie was finally cleared by the doctors to race again. He couldn't believe it - he had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. As he strapped himself into his car, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement wash over him. This was it - the moment he had been waiting for.

As the race began, Ollie's heart pounded in his chest. He had trained for months, but this was different. This was the real deal, and he was determined to give it his all. He took turns with expert precision, pushing his car to its limits. The wind rushed past him as he sped down the straightaways, and he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. This was where he belonged - on the racetrack, pushing himself to the limit.

As the race progressed, you cheered Ollie on from the sidelines. You had watched him train and work hard for months, and you were proud to see him back on the track. As he rounded each corner, your heart raced with anticipation. You could see the determination in Ollie's eyes, and you knew he was giving it his all.

"Come on, Ollie!" you yelled, pumping your fist in the air. "You've got this!"

The crowd around you erupted into cheers as Ollie crossed the finish line, his car roaring triumphantly. You could see the look of pure joy on his face, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. You had been there for him every step of the way, and seeing him achieve his dreams was an incredible feeling.

As Ollie pulled his car into the pits, he looked up to see you waiting for him. He climbed out of his car, grinning from ear to ear.

"Did you see that?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

You nodded, a huge smile on your face. "You were amazing, Ollie. I'm so proud of you."

Ollie pulled you into a tight hug, laughing with joy. "I couldn't have done it without you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

You hugged him back, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest. This was what it was all about - supporting the people you care about and celebrating their successes. You knew that this was only the beginning for Ollie, and you couldn't wait to see where his racing career would take him next.

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1015luv · 2 years

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── dating enhypen

a/n: my first post for the group, more under the cut :) basically how I think dating enhypen would be, enjoy this while I go fight the allergies that seem to spring up during this time for me.

warnings || none

heeseung

i think it would include lots of hoodie stealing (the author is a hoodie heeseung stan), anything that reminds (y/n) of him while he's not with them. despite his teasing pouts and comments about just buying the same one, he really does like how they look whenever they wear it. sometimes he'll even leave one in their closet whenever he comes over, and snap a few photos of them whenever they do wear his clothes for his wallpaper. video games! this might be self-indulgent but I can totally see the two of them competing and bonding over them. mario kart? street fighter? arcade dates are always fun, especially when they beat him in the piano tiles game. he says he always let (y/n) win, so (y/n) kisses him till he's no longer frowning. "what a sore loser" "i'm your sore loser" he quickly replied with a wink, laughing when (y/n) pushed him away out of embarrassment.

jay

remembers the little things; like their fast food order, their favourite characters and their favourite movies. he remembers the one time the two went window shopping, how (y/n) stared at a shirt a little longer than normal so he appeared one day at their door with the sweater in a gift bag and the sweetest smile on his features. he also remembers the places (y/n) liked to visit. like whenever they felt stressed, they ended up at the cafe in town. this one in particular had bookshelves lined with varies reading materials. jay knew that finals were coming up and (y/n) wasn't answering their phone, so he decided to poke his head in the cafe. once finding (y/n) in one of their reading nooks with their 3rd iced drink nearby, he took a seat next to them without a word. he leaned their head on his shoulder, resting his hand on their thigh and just peacefully enjoying the cafe music playlist. he knew words weren't needed, but when he felt them snuggle closer, he felt a small smile tug onto his lips.

jake

loves physical touch way too much. he always has a hand on (y/n), especially when they're outside, enjoys resting his hand on their waist and makes up excuses like 'oh I don't wanna lose you in the crowd' not that (y/n)'s minds. he has his clingy moments, especially when they haven't seen one another in a while. he enjoys last minutes dates, impromptu picnic in his backyard at 11pm at night? how about last minute tickets to a sports game that starts in 2 hours. the dates always end with a smile on the two of their faces, reflected in the polaroid photos decorating (y/n)'s bedroom. childish and loves to tease and pulls silly pranks, which usually ends with affection or food to make amends. also likes opening the door for them or pushing back their hair behind their ear, leaving a kiss on their foreheads as he pulls away with a shy smile.

sunghoon

dates at home were always the best, especially when they ended with cuddles or just being in each others arms. his favourite moments including when he rested his chin on their shoulder, peek over to see the page they were reading in their favourite book before busying himself with peppering their neck with soft kisses. "sunghoon you're being a bit distracting, I thought you said you wouldn't so I can read in peace" (y/n) commented while flipping to the next page. sunghoon pouted, his grip on their waist tightening. "couldn't help it, especially when the characters are making out and you're not doing that with me" he complained, (y/n) rolling their eyes before putting the book down and turning to give the pouty sunghoon the attention he wanted.

sunoo

playing rock paper scissors to see if it was a movie or kdrama night and who would be calling the take out place. the nice lady at the restaurant always enjoyed the bickering she heard on the phone between the two of you choosing which sauce to get with your food. sleeping in on your days off, just enjoying each others presence as the city around you get ready for the day. sometimes he likes listening as you mumble stories and questions he wouldn't know the answer to, enjoying the wonder and excitement in your eyes whenever you talk about things you're passionate about. "are you even listening to me sunoo?" "yes I totally believe that waffles are better than pancakes" was that what you were talking about for the last ten minutes? probably not, but waffles were pretty good.

jungwon

lots of cliché movie dates, your favourites are carnival ones. the sweet cotton candy, cute headbands he begrudgingly wears and losing your voices by screaming on the thrilling rides. pulling him towards the haunted houses and house of mirrors, you always end up clutching his hand a bit more than normal. he always smiles at this, kissing your cheeks after each one as a reward for not running off ahead of him. the night always end with cotton candy in your other hand, phone filled with photos and memories of the day. also the type to tease (y/n) by pinning them to the wall and caging them with his arms by their head like those movies, leaning in close before walking away like nothing happened. truly a menace.

niki

arcades, laser tag, batting cages, anything really that has the two of them outside and with one another. minus the 1v1s during laser tag and the arcade games that niki insists are essential and determine who's the best out of the pair, niki always has the biggest grin whenever he beats (y/n) which ends up with him tackling them and tickling them. (cue the arcade worker glancing over at them before shrugging and going back to the front.) totally winning (y/n) a plushie to see their huge smile, wearing a similar one on his own features as he enjoys their praises for winning. treating (y/n) to ice cream or sweets at the end of the night and just walking around the city with (y/n)'s arm looped around his. i think it would also include shy kisses and laughing after catching each others gazes. he was shy to hold (y/n)'s hand when the two started dating, though he's soften up to them a bit more now.

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midnightsun-if · 6 months

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I know weddings aren’t really a thing in this universe, but hypothetically, what kind of wedding would the ROs (and siblings too if you’re okay with it) want?

Weddings totally are 😄, but it’s not something that’s a necessity to some (like it is within the mortal world in a sense). However, for a few of the ROs, because of their station in life, a wedding is something you can’t get out of.

Koda: Just something small and quiet, he doesn’t need a big party to showcase his love for you. All he’d want in the world is the people that matter most and that’s it.

Scarlett: She wouldn’t really have a say in the matter— it’d be a grand, elegant affair with all of the most important people within the supernatural world attending. Though you’d definitely see some of her personal touches in a few things: it being in an open area, preferably outside, so Balerion can attend, a few different snack options for the people who don’t have a refined palate (and they’re not forced to choke down the food provided), with a few other things.

Cyrus/Cyra: They’d have a traditional Phoenix wedding. Hosted within the sacred ritual grounds within their home— a place that few outsiders have ever been invited to. It’d be a happy affair, there’d be a big bonfire, and just generally good vibes throughout it all; after the arduous ceremony that is the wedding, of course. As they are the Crown Heir and needed to be treated as such when it comes to their weddings importance.

Quinn: As long as it’s outside they don’t truly care. They don’t want to be in a stuffy room with a lot of people looking at them.

Caden: They don’t really care about the venue or anything like that, but they’d want a small, and I mean small, wedding that’s private— just people that you both care about and that’s it.

Sloane: They’d begrudgingly help with the planning, but they’d pretty much go with anything you wanted. The details don’t truly matter to them— not when they’ll be getting what they want in the end regardless.

Blake: They’d be fine with simply going to courthouse, but a big party in their honor too? How could they ever say no to something like that. You’d just have to make sure there’s a lot of muffins (their favorite).

Reginald/Regina: Their only true request would be to have it in Canada so some of their extended family would be able to attend. Plus, it’s a place that’s familiar to them and is home. (They’d also wouldn’t be upset if there were some fantasy elements mixed in to the ceremony/reception.)

Cienna: Has never really thought about it. Has never really had the time to do so… When she did it’s something that wouldn’t even cross her mind to begin with… She’d probably want something classy, on the smaller side of things, unless word got out around the company and then she’d invite all of her employees which would implode the guest list… Might just host the entire thing at her summer house.

Persephone: A simple backyard wedding would be completely fine for her. She wouldn’t want something too big or too complex… She’d simply want to say ‘I Do’ with you at the end of it all. What’s around her, barring you and her family, doesn’t matter in the slightest.

Christian: He’d want to have some form of fun activities at the reception, that’s about it. (Like Go Kart, Laser Tag, fun carnival games, etc.) Honestly just having the reception at an arcade or amusement park would save you a lot of trouble. For the actual ceremony? He doesn’t really care… Not if he’ll be able to play games later in the night.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: sloane addams #ro: r presley #ro: c aurelia #ro: koda kingston #ro: quinn grant #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #sc: cienna #sc: persephone #sc: christian

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POKÉMON GO | J.HARLOW

PAIR: JACK HARLOW X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

jack took a short break from music to spend some time with you. although he enjoyed making music and its lifestyle, he realizes that your advice was true: his mental health comes first.

one of jack’s favorite pastimes when he had a day off is hanging out outside at the backyard with you.

you were sitting on the patio, and observed jack, who was walking with his phone on his hand. you started to wonder, “what is he doing?”

you got out of the chair and followed behind jack. since you were shorter than jack, you had a bit of trouble looking at screen. you made small jumps, but that got jack to walk further.

you continued following jack, and you stood by his side. his expression was that of excitement, and he started cheering.

“yes!” jack cheered, scrunching his nose, which you found it cute. “i caught alakazam!”

jack showed you his phone screen - pokémon go.

you started laughing at him although you secretly admired his geeky hobbies. “pokémon go? i haven’t heard that game since 2016.”

jack smacked his lips. “come on, don’t lie to me y/n,” jack smirked, “you know how much i love pokémon, this app included.”

you glared at him, “the last time i saw you playing that app was in winter of 2016”

jack rolled his eyes at you, admitting that you were right, “shit, you’re right.”

all of a sudden, you were taken back to the summer of 2016, when jack started playing the game.

SUMMER ‘16

you and jack were seven months into the relationship, and things were on a good note. you two graduated back in june, and by then, it was already summer.

you remembered how you spent your august of that year with jack. the long evenings were spent outside, where you and jack would take walks to the city. after taking you out to dinner, he would pull out his phone and open the game.

“replacing movie nights with pokémon go now?”

jack smiled, “yep.”

you were aware of how popular the game was becoming, and it showed a nerdy side of jack that you’ve never seen prior. you were familiar with his dorky personality, but never the geek. you know, the one that enjoys playing nintendo games and watches game of thrones? yeah, he was actually one of them.

you two walked in the sidewalk of the city, seeing all the restaurants and shops that louisville had to offer. nearby, there was a park, and jack headed there as you followed him.

“apparently the pokémon is somewhere over here.” jack said to you as he was walking.

around this point, you and him were near a fountain. instead of looking at his phone for the pokémon, you tilt your head up, looking at the sparkling water of the fountain.

“be careful not to trip towards the fountain, jack.”

“i won’t,” jack assured, “i see lapras!”

he stood in front of the fountain and using his finger, jack swiped his phone to catch lapras. immediately after, he had a huge smile, celebrating himself. you smiled back at him, admiring at his interest of pokémon.

PRESENT DAY

you brought the 2016 nostalgia back to jack. “this brought me back to good memories when we went to the city to catch some pokémon.”

jack exhaled, “those were some good days.”

“what do you think of doing pokémon nights again?”

jack didn’t know if you were joking or not. he knew you were more of a mario girl. “and what happened to the y/n that only played mario kart?”

“mario kart can wait.”

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow smut #jack harlow concepts #x reader #instagram au #fluff #social media au #smut #angst #come home the kids miss you #that’s what they all say

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 8 months

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everything that rises | charles leclerc

🏎️ synopsis: cecilia and charles were once inseparable friends, sharing the same dream of working in formula 1, but a disagreement drove a wedge between them. years went by, and the two lost touch. now charles is a ferrari driver and cece is a stats analyst at red bull racing. warnings: childhood friends to enemies to lovers; angst; minors dni. (W.C. 4k)

| the playlist |

"Remain true to yourself, but move ever upward toward greater consciousness and greater love! At the summit you will find yourselves united with all those who, from every direction, have made the same ascent. For everything that rises must converge."

Part 1 — Where did all the years go?

I was a child once.

Those were the days of our picnics, when we scattered old blankets across the grass in my backyard and surrendered ourselves to the endless expanse of the sky. Hours would slip away, and time would become an afterthought as we lay there.

My mother would prepare us a feast. She would cook plates of succulent chicken, pasta dripping with rich, homemade tomato sauce, and potatoes crisped to perfection. But the real stars of our picnic were the sandwiches, meticulously crafted with layers of tender deli meats, crisp lettuce, and the tangy bite of mustard. To wash it all down, there was the cool, golden elixir of orange juice, poured into Disney character themed glasses that seemed bottomless in their generosity.

In that sun-drenched haven, every bite carried the weight of innocence and the taste of simpler times. Each bite transported us back to a place where the world was benevolent and the future an uncharted landscape filled with endless possibilities. Each and every bite had the taste of childhood and every gaze skyward a glimpse of eternity.

Yet, amidst the symphony of flavors and the warmth of the sun, what I remember most vividly is the sound of his laughter. It echoed through the air, a melodious tribute to our unbridled joy. It was a laughter that mingled with the rustling leaves, harmonized with the distant chirping of birds, and danced in the interplay of sunlight and shadows.

The memory of his laughter takes me to our old secret world, hidden away from the watchful eyes of adulthood. We would slip into our racing suits with the same eager anticipation we had reserved for our favorite childhood games. The rubbery scent of the helmets and the squeak of gloves being pulled on marked the transformation from ordinary mortals to speed-seeking daredevils.

The karts, vibrant and sleek, stood in readiness. Each curve was a ballet of precision and speed, a dance we had rehearsed countless times before. The thrill of victory, the fear of defeat, and the unspoken camaraderie bound us together, making us push the limits of our machines and our own abilities.

Growing up, Charles was always the color red, vibrant and full of life, while I was the color blue, calm and introspective.

Charles embodied the fiery spirit of red — bold and adventurous. He could light up a room with his presence, his laughter ringing out like a joyful melody. Red was the color of his enthusiasm and his unwavering determination to chase his dreams.

I, on the other hand, gravitated toward the soothing embrace of blue. I was the quiet observer, the one who found solace in introspection and the gentle cadence of the world around me. Blue was the color of my contemplation, my affinity for art, and my penchant for delving into the depths of my thoughts.

At home, seated in front of the television watching F1, he pointed at our idols and said:

"Someday, that will be us!"

We became teenagers after that.

We wouldn’t laugh as hard because, you know, it wasn’t cool. Mom would still make those same sandwiches and they tasted exactly the same.

Those were the years we started growing apart. But if you asked me then, I would have bet my life that we would remain close friends forever.

“Remember when…”

That's how all our conversations began. Remember the pillow forts? The ridiculous arguments that ended in tears and laughter? Remember the candy that only appeared on Christmas? My God, do you remember Christmas?

We stopped making new memories.

Shortly after that, we had a fight.

I remember the words, fragmented and disjointed. It began with a misstep, a clumsy remark, and the spark ignited. The exchange of words grew sharper, laced with the bitterness of misunderstanding.

I have long forgotten if it was something I said, a careless word or something I’ve done – maybe a thoughtless action. I don’t know what he saw that made him feel so much disgust for me.

Because he was supposed to stay in my life forever. Charles had been woven into the very fabric of my existence, an inseparable part of me. So I said to him, "I'm sorry."

And I continued to extend apologies. Each “I'm sorry” was a desperate attempt to mend what was broken, to bridge the chasm that had suddenly yawned between us.

But Charles, his anger still smoldering, met my apology with silence.

And then, the silence fell like an impenetrable veil. Charles stopped talking to me.

He no longer responded to my texts.

Time flowed on, relentless and unyielding, and before I knew it, our teenage years had slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.

College became my new reality, and I embarked on a journey that led me to graduate with a degree in data analytics. It was a world of numbers, algorithms, and logic, a far cry from the carefree days of picnics and karting.

The memories of those sandwiches, once a cherished taste of innocence, had blurred into oblivion. I couldn’t remember what they tasted like. The words we used to share, the stories and secrets that once bound us, had dissolved like whispers in the wind.

In the ever-advancing march of time, I became an adult, charting my own path in a world where the laughter of my dear friend had become a distant echo.

There’s a long list of songs that I’ll never listen to again, they remain etched in my memory, melodies that Charles introduced me to — the notes that accompanied our whispered confidences.

When he departed from my life, when I reluctantly let him slip away, he carried with him more than just his presence. He took with him a trove of treasured memories, moments of joy and connection that were now irrevocably severed.

It was as though I had surrendered a piece of my own soul, willingly letting go of the incredible gifts he had bestowed upon me.

The movies we used to watch together. Our secret codes. Our special places — all of these now lay dormant, waiting to be rekindled by the spark of his return.

I think about him every time I go to the beach.

Of all the people who had drifted out of my life, Charles was the most difficult to move on from. His absence cast a long shadow over my days, and the ache of missing him lingered like an unhealed wound.

Part 2 — We’ll never be those kids again.

The ache of losing Charles never truly subsided. In a cruel twist of fate, he remained a constant presence in my life, his voice echoing in the corners of my mind, a haunting reminder of what we once had. It was as though he had never truly left, and his absence had become an ever-present, silent specter.

The years passed and Charles and I reached the peak of our respective careers. Our paths continually converged, not by chance, but by the magnetic pull of shared ambition and relentless determination.

Everything that rises must converge.

As fate would have it, Charles realized his lifelong dream, ascending to the position of Ferrari's number one pilot, while I, working at Red Bull, helped orchestrate the collective genius that propelled our team to the summit of the sport.

Our paths, once so intertwined, had now diverged into two different realms of Formula 1 excellence.

Every day, I had to navigate the treacherous terrain of our shared world. Going to work became a minefield of emotions, a tightrope walk of avoidance. I watched my every step to shield myself from the painful sight of his face. The mere prospect of crossing paths with him was a torment I couldn't bear.

He was everywhere, woven into the fabric of my daily existence, an inescapable ghost haunting my every moment. Each reminder of his presence, every trace of his existence, felt like a dagger in my heart, a constant, gnawing pain that refused to relent.

I yearned for closure, for the opportunity to attempt the difficult task of moving on. But with him perpetually in my midst, I remained trapped in a state of perpetual longing and unresolved emotions. His lingering presence, both a blessing and a curse, had become a prison from which I couldn't break free.

The ghost of our friendship continued to haunt me, and the weight of his ever-presence threatened to suffocate me. It was a torment that knew no bounds, a relentless battle between the past and the present, and I found myself caught in its merciless grip, yearning for the solace of closure that remained agonizingly out of reach.

And then, the Monaco Grand Prix after-party incident unfolded.

Amid the glittering extravagance of the Monaco night and the boisterous revelry of a crowded party, where luxury cars lined the streets like jewels and the Mediterranean moonlight cast an enchanting glow, the dimly lit room swayed to the rhythm of mirth and the clinking of glasses and the scene was set.

As the hours slipped by, the influence of alcohol cast a hazy, intoxicating spell.

In this whirlwind of emotions and blurred boundaries, I found myself inexorably drawn to Charles, as I had countless times before. Perhaps it was the liquid courage coursing through my veins, or perhaps it was the persistent undercurrent of our unspoken connection that had grown increasingly difficult to ignore.

With a half-empty glass in hand, he approached me, a crooked smile playing on his lips. My eyes, sparkling with the same intoxication that infused the room, met his in a moment of shared recognition.

"You know," he began, his words slightly slurred, "you're really, really pretty."

Our laughter, like music in the night, rang out as I tilted my head in amusement. "Well, thank you," I replied, the warmth of a blush coloring my cheeks. We haven't spoken privately in years.

His gaze remained fixed on me, his words sincere amidst the alcohol-induced haze. "I wish... I wish I could meet you for the first time tonight," he confessed, his voice carrying a hint of longing.

The admission hung suspended in the atmosphere. In that fleeting moment, the past and the present converged, and the burden of unspoken grief simmered beneath the surface, a pain that could never be relieved.

We stood like two lost souls in the heart of a tempest, caught in a moment of naked vulnerability and raw despair. It was a confession that held the promise of unattainable redemption, a fervent wish that whispered of a future forever denied by the inescapable weight of our sorrow.

And in that fragile, alcohol-soaked moment, the boundaries between yesterday and today blurred, leaving us both to ponder what might have been if we were, indeed, allowed to commence anew — an agonizing reminder of the happiness we once shared, now seamlessly forever lost.

Our lips met in a moment of vulnerability, an impulsive act. The taste was bittersweet, a fusion of longing and confusion. But as our mouths sought solace, an overwhelming realization washed over us.

Regret, like a bitter aftertaste, flooded our senses. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

In that fleeting embrace, we had crossed a line that should have remained unbroken. Our eyes met, mirroring the profound disappointment that now hung heavily between us. It was a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment that threatened to shatter the fragile equilibrium we had struggled to maintain.

As we pulled away, the weight of our actions settled upon us like a heavy cloak, suffocating the intimacy we had once cherished. We stood in silence, our regrets echoing in the stillness of the room, a painful reminder of the irrevocable damage we had inflicted upon our precious bond.

It was a kiss that should never have happened, an ill-fated attempt to recapture something we had lost. And now, the bitter taste of regret lingered on our lips, a constant reminder of the irreversible mistake we had made.

Part 3 — You texted me at midnight.

In the aftermath of the ill-fated kiss, regret was a constant companion, a shadow that cast a pall over our interactions, a reminder of the irreversible mistake we had made. I retreated into the solitude of my own thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder if our connection was destined to remain in this purgatory of regret and unresolved emotions. The echoes of our teenage years had returned to haunt us, a reminder that some wounds, once reopened, could never fully heal.

We couldn't bear to acknowledge the vulnerability we had exposed in each other, and so, instead, we channeled our frustration into a bitter exchange of words and glances.

On the paddock, where our professional lives intersected, we found ourselves caught in a never-ending cycle of snarky comments and pointed remarks. Every interaction was laced with resentment, as if our anger had become a protective armor against the discomfort of our shared mistake.

We exchanged angry looks, each one a silent accusation, a reminder of the blame we had heaped upon each other. It was a dance of frustration and hurt, a toxic cycle that neither of us could break free from.

The tension between us was palpable. Our anger and blame had become a wall, a barrier that kept us at arm's length from each other, a defense mechanism against the pain of our own regret.

Pierre, our only remaining mutual friend, had mustered the courage to ask:

"So," he began tentatively, "what happened between you two?"

We sat in his living room. The walls displayed abstract art and a minimalist charcoal-gray sofa took center stage. A low, polished coffee table featured art books and a sculptural vase with white lilies, floor-to-ceiling windows framed a city panorama, with navy silk curtains adding drama.

I sighed, my eyes drifting to the floor as I searched for words that would capture the complexity of our situation. "Why don't you ask him?" I countered, my voice tinged with bitterness.

Pierre gave me a knowing look. "I did," he admitted, his frustration evident. "And he said the same thing."

Pierre hoped he could jolt me out of my impasse, force me to confront the truth that had remained buried beneath layers of anger and resentment.

"I thought you had gotten over it," he said, his voice tinged with exasperation. "That little feud. We're adults now, how come you two are still fighting?"

I sighed, the bitterness of our ongoing conflict gnawing at me. "It's not that simple," I replied.

"But it's been years," he insisted.

I sighed, hesitating for a moment. "We kissed. In a moment of weakness. It was impulsive and... Wrong."

Pierre's shock was palpable, his features frozen in a mixture of surprise and concern. "You mean... You and..."

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. "Yes.”

He didn't press the matter further, however, Pierre couldn't help but give knowing looks whenever, for some reason, our paths crossed. Those glances were a reminder that he carried a secret with him

A text from Charles arrived unexpectedly, its arrival marked by the soft glow of my phone's screen in the darkened room. The clock showed me it was past midnight. The message, simple yet laden with unspoken questions, sent a jolt of surprise through me.

"I got your number with Pierre," it read, "Do you still think about me?"

Charles's question hung in the stillness of the midnight hour. Charles, the vibrant red to my calming blue, had reappeared in my life with an impossible question.

With a sense of trepidation and nostalgia, I began to compose my reply, knowing that the past and the present were converging once more, like the colors red and blue blending on an artist's canvas, creating a new and uncertain shade of emotion.

The words flowed from my fingertips in response to Charles's late-night text, a confession that I had held in my heart for years. "I never stopped thinking about you," I typed, my words echoing the truth that had lingered in the corners of my mind.

The message hung in the digital space between us. In those few words, I had bared my soul, revealing the depth of my emotions and the unspoken longing that had persisted despite the passage of time.

As I hit send, I couldn't help but wonder how Charles would respond to my confession.

Charles's response came swiftly, his words laden with a mix of longing and unresolved emotions. "I never stopped thinking about you either," he admitted, his vulnerability shining through the text message. "I want to kiss you again. Is it weird that I'm still angry at you?"

The weight of his words settled over me like a heavy blanket. It was a confession that mirrored my own feelings.

As I considered my reply, I knew that our reconnection had opened a Pandora's box of emotions. The desire to kiss him again was tempered by the knowledge that the past could not be erased, and the anger we both felt was a testament to the wounds that had yet to fully heal.

"I'm still angry too," I replied, my fingers hesitating over the keys. "I hate you for every single one of our birthdays that we spent apart."

"I'm a bit drunk right now," Charles admitted, his honesty and vulnerability shining through, "I don't think I can handle this well. But please, let's talk tomorrow."

The admission of his inebriation added another layer of complexity to our conversation, a reminder that the emotions we were navigating were raw and unfiltered. Charles's request for a conversation the following day held the promise of a sober and more coherent exchange, a chance to delve into the depths of our feelings without the influence of alcohol.

So I agreed.

Part 4 — That’s it, it’s finally over.

The next day, Charles and I found ourselves at an al fresco restaurant in the heart of London. The table was meticulously set, bathed in the gentle, dappled sunlight that filtered through the lush canopy of trees overhead. Our tentative smiles were like fragile echoes of a bygone connection, softened by the clinking of cutlery and the distant murmur of conversations that framed our reunion.

I absently played with my napkin, my gaze drifting to the greenery surroundings that seemed to envelop us. Charles, his fingers tracing the rim of his wine glass, appeared equally preoccupied by the world beyond our secluded table.

Finally, Charles broke the ice, though his words carried an air of uncertainty. "It's a good weekend for Red Bull, right?" he ventured.

I played along, offering a light-hearted jest. "Maybe I can convince you to join us. The champions' side."

Charles's response came swift and unequivocal, like the snap of a whip. "I would rather lose at Ferrari than win anywhere else."

His words landed like a sharp blow to my chest. I found myself simply staring at him, the weight of his words settling upon me, forcing me to confront the truth I had long avoided.

And then, as if compelled by an unseen force, the words began to spill forth from my lips. "I could never be happy losing."

In that moment, our conversation had shifted, the undercurrent of our emotions resurfacing like a long-buried truth, leaving us both to grapple with the implications of our newfound understanding.

Charles's gaze remained averted, his eyes fixed on a point in the distance as if unwilling to meet mine. “We should talk about what happened.”

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, we should," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

The air around us grew heavy, tears welled in my eyes, their slow descent tracing a path down my cheeks.

"I hate that I have to see you all the time," I confessed, my voice trembling, "and I hate even more the fact that I'm not allowed to talk to you."

Charles finally turned to face me, his gaze locking onto mine with a vulnerability that mirrored my own. His hand reached across the table, tentatively finding mine, and a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks at his touch.

"You can talk to me," he reassured me, his voice a whisper in the intimate space between us. "I don't even remember why we stopped. I don't remember why we fought."

The tender caress of our entwined hands was a poignant reminder of the closeness we had once shared, the meal on the table long forgotten.

"I remember we yelled," I admitted, "and I never yelled like that at anyone before. I felt so awful for what I did to you. So I apologized, but you never responded."

Charles's eyes brimmed with remorse, his grip on my hand tightening. "I'm sorry," he murmured, the words carrying the weight of his own regret, "I'm so sorry. About the kiss too."

"You don't have to apologize for the kiss," I whispered, my voice barely above a hushed breath. My gaze was averted, fear of rejection gnawing at me, embarrassment coloring my cheeks.

"No?" Charles questioned, his hand tenderly tilting my face to meet his gaze.

"No," I confessed, my voice now filled with newfound confidence.

A playful smirk graced Charles's lips as he asked, "So is it okay if it happens again?" His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I saw the face of my friend — happy, just as I remember.

A smile tugged at the corners of my lips, a cascade of emotions swirling within me. I nodded, my heart pounding with agreement.

We both acknowledged the need for more privacy. Our stay in England was tied to work, so we made the decision to retreat to the muted solitude of my hotel room.

It was an adult decision, the hotel room was a cold and impersonal space, devoid of the warmth and familiarity of our cherished pillow forts. Its sterile decor and neutral palette seemed worlds away from the vibrant tapestry of our childhood adventures.

The environment in which we found ourselves was a stark contrast to the carefree days of our shared past, a visual and emotional testament to the changes that had occurred in our lives.

As Charles's hands traced delicate patterns on my body, it felt nothing like the innocent games of our youth, the boundaries between friendship and something more blurring with each passing moment. Our intentions were clear, and the space around us seemed to hold its breath, aware of the transformation that was unfolding between us.

"I've wanted this for so long," Charles confessed, his voice heavy with desire, after fervent kisses.

I tried to inject a hint of humor into the charged atmosphere, my nervousness evident. "You do know they say sex is the fastest way to ruin a friendship, right?" I quipped.

Charles responded with a lighthearted tone, but the truth in his words was unmistakable. "It's okay, we're not really friends anymore," he replied, his words carrying a weight that hung in the air.

In that moment, it dawned on me with a profound clarity. We truly weren't friends anymore, not in the way we had once been. We were two individuals who wanted each other, drawn together by desire and an unspoken longing.

As our lips met in more fervent kisses, years of unspoken longing and regrets melted away, replaced by the urgency of the present moment. The past had faded into insignificance, and the future remained uncertain, but in that moment, none of it mattered.

In the intimate confines of that hotel room, Charles and I succumbed to the pull of our desires, shedding the weight of unresolved history and embracing the present moment. The chemistry between us intensified, our bodies finding a rhythm that was as natural as it was passionate.

"I'm sorry," I thought I heard him say it in the midst of our shared passion. But in the quiet of that hotel room, we were both offering apologies with our bodies, each touch and caress a silent acknowledgment of the complex emotions that had brought us to this point.

Words had become superfluous, unnecessary in the language we were now speaking — a language of desire and understanding.

In the heat of the moment, we were both apologizing with our bodies, seeking solace and connection in the physical realm. It was an apology for the years of distance and misunderstanding, a silent reconciliation that transcended the spoken word.

As our bodies entwined, the burden of our past regrets melted away, evaporating into the hushed confines of the room. In its place, we found ourselves bathed in a profound sense of catharsis and renewal.

This was a moment of profound vulnerability, an unguarded authenticity that had eluded us for far too long. In the quiet aftermath of our intimacy, we lay together, wrapped in the warmth of our newfound understanding. The room bore witness to a testament to the power of connection to heal wounds and renew the bonds that had once defined us.

#charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #oc fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #friends to enemies to lovers

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While we’re on protective boyfriends, I want to take about the boys as protective dads

Everybody thinks Max is a hardass (he’s trying his hardest not to be, he just only has the one dad himself so he’s working off a small amount of material and some of it sucks) or Carlos is old school (this man was basically raised to be a prince, you can’t tell me he wouldn’t do the same) but I feel like the sleeper in this competition is Lando

Lando’s the kind of dad who only feels like he can breathe fully when they’re in his eyeline, even once they’re grown up adults with graduate degrees and jobs (have you seen how he talks about his future kids? Just strike me down now)

Charles could also have a lot of that to him but with the added layer of not having his dad around as a role model

Daniel is a weird dichotomy where he’s really selective about what y’all share about your family - just enough that people don’t go looking for - and he would fight to the death for his kids but you also catch your son trying to build a snowboarding ramp in your backyard and he says “but Dad said it was okay” and Daniel’s curly little head pops up and says “don’t worry, honey, we’ve got Scotty on the line to help”

no but the dad!drivers open up a whole new level of protectiveness in them😭especially if their kids get into karting or start being the target of the paparazzi???

#cece answers

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hi-im-greenjunipertree · 2 months

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Sally Dobbs and Jocinda Smith have a conversation mid-race

#backyard sports #backyard baseball #jocinda smith #sally dobbs #backyard go-karts #bys highlight #bys clip #srb2kart #sonic robo blast 2 kart #I love the hornmod okay lol #bys meme

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writingforcuteppl · 1 year

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Enchanted (Kenny’s Version)

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: Remembering can be bittersweet, and each of them has been since you were little. That doesn’t mean all the memories are joyful. But in the end, you were enchanted to meet them.

GENRE: Angst, Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing. Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia and anorexia), miscarriage, bullying, panic attacks, and depression. Emotionally abusive parents. Fights.

WORD COUNT: 9.6k words

PART: 3.1 (series masterlist)

1st Grade

You were nervous and happy at the same time. Your family moved into this new town, South Park. It is not like you remember that much of preschool. So being in a new town, in a new school, was thrilling.

You were waiting for the classes to start when you noticed one blonde kid sitting beside you.

“You’re new here, right? I’m Kenny.”

“I’m Y/n” Kenny nodded at your answer, and then you saw him smile.

“Well, since you’re new here, you must at least know your new friends,” you smiled. You felt delighted someone was making you feel this welcome.

While the two of you were waiting for the class to start, Kenny was telling you the names of the kids arriving and the names of the few kids that were already in the classroom. As the classroom was starting to fill up with kids, Kenny looked back at you.

“You and I are gonna be the bestest of friends, Y/n, ok?”

“Ok.”

2nd Grade

“Don’t you think he’s cute?” Wendy asked you as all the girls were sitting in a circle in the playground. After being best friends with Kenny for over a year now, all the girls wanted to know how one of the boys managed to be friends with one of the girls.

“Huh?” you tilted your head, confused by her question.

“I’m talking about Kenny. You always spend time with him, even after school.”

“C’mon, Y/n tell us everything,” Bebe, who was sitting next to your other side, said.

“Well, he’s a perfect friend. He’s like my brother.”

“Only that? He’s like one of the cutest kids in our class,” Red asked.

“Umm yeah. What else did you want to hear?” most of the girls huffed. You really didn’t understand what else they wanted to hear. Maybe they liked him? You knew those feelings were something people tend to feel, but you always thought those were adult feelings. At least that’s what your mother always told you. That liking someone because of the way they look was something only adults felt.

Cute? Is that how everyone else saw him? You started to think of all the evenings and times you and Kenny spent time together, he was disgusting (not that it bothered you), and he also taught you how to play video games, Mario Kart being the one you enjoyed the most. He also taught you to play soccer since sometimes his friends were busy, and he played every evening in your backyard.

Cute. That’s what Kenny was to your friends, but for you, he was like the brother you never had. You never really thought a boy was cute, or maybe… No, there wasn’t anyone you thought was “cute.”

That same evening you were looking at Kenny while the two of you were doing your homework. Both of your parents thought this was going to be a good idea since Kenny didn’t get good grades, and you were the first in your class, and they thought maybe if the two of you did homework together, he was going to get better.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“The girls said you were cute, so I’m just trying to see what they meant by that.”

“They think I’m cute? How?”

“I don’t understand how and why they said that.”

“Ok, for example, I think puppies are cute. Like that type of cute?”

“Maybe, I dunno,” you were pouting. It was bothering you that fact that you didn’t understand what they meant earlier.

“I think you’re cute” You looked at Kenny and smiled. “Do you think I’m cute?”

“Eh…”

“You know what? Don’t answer that.”

“I mean, I find cute kittens, but you… I wouldn’t say, “Omg, he’s so cute,” like I do with animals. I do think there’s something about you. Enough for the girls to ask me about you.”

“So, no cute from you?” now Kenny was the one pouting.

“I’ve literally seen you eat food from the floor for money, Kenny.”

“Ah, you’re right. But if I’m not wrong, I bought something for you with that money, didn’t I?” you turned around and looked at the cartoonish little chick you now had as a keychain on your backpack, and you smiled. It was the first present someone outside your family gave you. It meant a lot to you. You then looked at Kenny and tried to look at him only as a boy, not as your best friend or your brother. For the first time, you noticed how blue his eyes were. His eyes were cute.

“I guess you may be a little bit cute. Like, I really like your eyes. They are really blue now that I’m looking at them better.”

“I like your smile. Whenever you smile, I smile too” You smiled at his comment. He smiled back. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe Kenny McCormick was cute, after all.

3rd Grade

“So, you’re having a sister?” You and Kenny were lying on the rooftop of the Park County Community Center building. Looking at how the clouds slowly passed. Enjoying one peaceful evening after doing your homework. The two of you didn’t have any energy to do something after a long school day. Even if the two of you were only in 3rd grade, the school was starting to get more complex.

“Yeah! Isn’t that so cool? My parents told me earlier today.”

“You’re not gonna need me anymore.”

“What?”

“That’s like my role. You’ve always wanted a sibling, and now that you are actually going to have one, I’m gonna be long forgotten.” you laughed at his comment.

“Kenny.”

“Mhm?”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard in my entire life, and it’s really short,” you continued laughing, and some tears started to roll down your cheek. His comment was just way too funny for you.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! I’m being serious,” Kenny huffed. You slowly started to calm down. How can he think that? Kenny has been your best friend for more than two years now. At first, you thought he was joking, but then you saw he was still frowning.

“Wait, you actually think I’m just gonna stop hanging with you?” he only nodded.

“Look, yeah, I’m thrilled I’m gonna have a little sister, but she’s not gonna take your place as my brother. Think of it this way. You have Kevin and Karen, right? Even though they are your real siblings, I’m still like your sister, right? Just because they are your real siblings doesn’t mean I’m less of a sister to you.” Kenny nodded again, listening closely to what you were saying. “It’s gonna be the same for me. And I like having a brother my age is cool,” Kenny smiled.

“You’re right, Y/n. You’re my sister” You returned your sight to the sky.

“And you are my brother Kenny” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Kenny was the best brother you ever asked for.

“So, Kyle, huh?” Kenny sat down at Kyle’s place. He was absent for the day since he got sick, so Kenny finally managed to sit next to you during that day.

“What do you mean?”

“WhAT dO you meAn?” he mocked your answer, and you scoffed, “You find him cute.”

“Ahm, yeah” After a year, you were able to understand what your friends meant when they called Kenny cute. Kyle was cute, cuter than your best friend.

“So, like, are you gonna be with him or…”

“Well, no. As I said, I just find him cute. That doesn’t mean I want a boyfriend right now. I still think I need to be older for that” Kenny nodded. He felt this strange ping of pain in his stomach for a reason. Maybe he just wanted to protect you. He thinks you deserve someone better than Kyle. Not that he hated him or something like that, but you were just great and unique, and pretty and… For you, he was only your best friend.

“You’re right. We’re still too young.” He tried to get his mind clear.

“Didn’t you tell me last week you liked Bebe?” you questioned him.

“Yeah, that was last week. I don’t like anyone at all this week,” he answered. He needed to sort out all these sudden feelings and thoughts he had about you.

“Wanna go to my house later today, Kenny?”

“Sure.”

Kenny was anxious over the Christmas holiday. You just never talked to him or visited him at all. He could feel something was up. Every time there was a break or vacation, you always stayed in contact with him, even if it was through the phone. But this time, nothing.

On the first day of school after the holidays, he was waiting for you to arrive at the classroom. He knew you always came 20, maybe 15 minutes before school started since your parents dropped you off as early as possible since they also needed to head to work. But this time, you arrived just as soon as the bell was ringing. He went into panic mode after seeing you weren’t smiling at all. He could see your puffy eyes; he also noticed you entered the classroom looking directly at the floor. You didn’t even wave hello to him or Kyle. Something was definitely wrong.

During the whole day, you avoid everyone. If someone tried approaching you, you just laid your head on your desk or looked outside the window, and during recess, you were nowhere to be seen.

Kenny found the opportunity to speak to you after school ended. You didn’t say anything as he was getting closer to you. He stayed next to you for quite some minutes.

“Aren’t your parents picking you up?” You shook your head. Kenny was more worried than before. Your parents always picked you up no matter what, so the fact that now you must go alone to your house was weird.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Kenny extended his hand to you, and you took it. Kenny sighed. You weren’t going to tell him anything, at least not yet.

When the two of you entered your house, Kenny was able to see his mom was talking to your mother. You didn’t even say hello. You just went straight to your room. It appears none of your mothers realized you had arrived since he was able to listen to the conversation they were having.

“So, when did it happen?” Kenny’s mother asked.

“During Christmas Eve, I was at the hospital for over a week. I didn’t see Y/n at all, I was just too scared, and I didn’t want her to know she may lose her sister. Also, I think she’s too young to go through all of that.” Your mother answered. Was that the reason you were so bummed out? Did you almost lose your sister? Kenny was ready to go to your bedroom when he heard his mom speak again.

“I’m sorry you had a miscarriage, losing a child that way… It must be horrible. If you need anything, you can count on me. You know we love and care about Y/n. She’s basically part of the family now.” Kenny’s heart sunk into his chest.

“Thank you, Carol. I appreciate it” Kenny sprinted to your room. Now he was able to understand your attitude during the whole day. But why didn’t you tell him? You knew you could trust him with your entire being. He felt slightly hurt by it, but he knew you must have a reason for not telling him.

He didn’t even knock. The lights were off, and the only source was the sunlight starting to set on the horizon. Kenny slowly made his way to where you were sitting in your bed. He could see the tears rolling down your face. He sat next to you, and he hugged you. It was the first time since the holidays someone hugged you, and you hugged him back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just, I knew if I told at school, I was just going to start crying, and I didn’t want anyone to see me crying.” You said between sobs. Kenny wanted to do something to make you stop crying. He didn’t like the pain he was feeling in his chest. Kenny didn’t know what to say to you for you to get calm. He just stayed like that, hugging you. One of his hands moved between hugging you and playing with your hair so you could calm down. After some minutes, the sobbing and whining stopped, and you finally looked at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get in contact with you. It’s just that everything happened so fast… It still feels surreal,” you sighed and managed to say without starting to cry again. You wanted to talk and see Kenny during the holidays. At least he would’ve tried to distract you and make you feel better, but you weren’t at your house during those days, and unfortunately, you didn’t memorize his phone number.

“I don’t know what to say in this situation.” Kenny felt helpless. You hugged Kenny again. You just needed someone to hug you, nothing more.

“You don’t need to say anything, Kenny. I just want you here right now,” you whispered. He didn’t know what took over him, but he kissed you on the forehead.

“I know you know it, but I’m never leaving you. I’m always staying by your side.” Kenny said, and somehow that was just exactly what you needed to hear.

“I know.”

Kenny has been walking you to your house for the past weeks for a few reasons. The first and most important one is he didn’t want to let you go back all by yourself after what you told him last Christmas, when he said he was never leaving your side, he was serious. And the second reason was that after what happened, it seemed that your parents just forgot they had another child. Which made Kenny’s heart shrink and be pissed at the same time

“I hate them.”

“Huh? Don’t. They lost a child, my sister.”

“Still, they should also take care of you. Leaving you to start doing things on your own out of nowhere is heartless.”

“Kenny, literally, the only thing they stopped doing was taking me to school and picking me up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. Y/n, be honest. Since Christmas, when was the last time your parents paid attention to you or at least asked how was your day? I know you pretty well, and you seem happy whenever we’re at school, but the moment we start walking to your house, all that happiness disappears.” He was right. The last weeks have been a little bit hard at your house. But you understood the reason why your parents were acting the way they did. You just hoped they started to be the caring and loving parents they once were.

“Ok, maybe they have been cold towards me, but as I said, there’s a reason, ok?” Kenny wanted to also believe they would come around again eventually, but he was still skeptical.

“And besides, I like spending more time with you. It makes me happy” You squeezed his hand, trying to make him understand you didn’t care that much since that meant just spending more time with your best friend. “Don’t you like this too?” you pouted, and Kenny smiled.

“Of course I do. I guess you’re right. Maybe this isn’t that bad.”

4th grade

Kenny knew your parents weren’t going to come around anytime soon. It was almost a year since they lost your sister, and things were the same. He could even say things were worse than before. So that’s when Kenny decided he would not only be always by your side but also make you forget about them and make you as happy as he could.

That’s how he started to compliment you and tell you whatever stupid thing he came up with just to make you smile. On the days when you were bumped out, he always made sure to tell you how much you meant to him or how his life was better with you in it. He also told you what an incredible person you were. That’s also how he started to call you princess. You were a princess in his eyes.

That’s when it hit him. He loved you. He always knew “love” was something really hard to explain since one could love different things, or well, one could experience different types of love. He didn’t know which kind of love he felt for you, though. He just knows that whenever he’s with you, he feels calm. Whenever he sees you, his heart warms up. And he knows he just would do anything for you.

One evening after doing homework, the both of you made your way to the Community Center building. After staying up there for God knows how long, he decided to tell you that he loves you. When you heard him say the words out loud you quickly turned to look at him.

“What did you just say? Did I hear right?” you asked him. You weren’t 100% sure you heard him correctly.

“Well, yeah. I love you, princess.” You didn’t know why, but you felt like melting after hearing him say those words.

“I love you too, Kenny.”

“With Kyle?! Really?!” you decided to visit Kenny since he had been absent from school for almost a week after he had appendicitis surgery. Since he couldn’t walk you home because, well, his surgery, Kyle’s the one who has been doing it. And since you wanted to visit Kenny, instead of taking you to your house, Kyle brought you to Kenny’s house, and for a reason. Kenny wasn’t that pleased when he saw Kyle. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, what about it?” you asked him.

“Just… Why him?”

“Well, he is my friend. And I may or may not like him now.” Kenny felt an emptiness in his chest.

“Since when?”

“I’m not sure… Maybe months?”

“I don’t think you should like someone; you need to focus on school.”

“Ew, you sound like my parents.”

“Well, it’s because we are right.”

“It sounds so hypocritical coming from you. Weren’t you the one who told me you liked someone like two weeks ago? Why I’m not allowed to like someone too?” Kenny sighed. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly acting all protective.

“I’m your brother, remember?” Kenny told you, and you only nodded. “Good thing I’m coming back to school next Monday. That means I will be the one walking you home, not him.” You smiled after hearing him.

“Really?” Kenny looked back at you, and he could see the way your eyes were lit up with happiness. Your last bickering moment was long forgotten. You stood up and hugged him.

“Now, what was that for?” Kenny asked while he returned your hug.

“It’s just that, even if I enjoy walking home with Kyle, I have missed you so much this week” Kenny felt his heart warm up at your comment. One of the reasons Kenny was mad after finding out Kyle was the one who brought you home was because he thought you would change him. So knowing that you still want him to be the one that picks you up to go to school and walks you home helped him calm down.

“I missed you too.”

5th Grade

“So you won’t believe who I saw crying outside Mr. Mackey’s office,” Wendy said to Red and Bebe.

“Omg, who?” Kenny didn’t pay any attention to the girls. He just wanted to finish this stupid project Mr. Garrison assigned.

“Y/n,” Kyle and Kenny froze. “She was bawling, she-” Kenny knew your parents had a meeting with Mr. Mackey, and he was more than sure something had happened. He has been nervous since yesterday when you told him your parents were the ones taking you to school because, for a reason, the counselor wanted to speak to them about something regarding your academic development.

“When?” before she could finish the sentence, Kyle interrupted her.

“A few moments ago. Why do you-” Kenny and Kyle didn’t even wait for her to finish when they made their way to Mr. Garrison. He was reading something on his phone, not even bothering if his students were working on their projects at all.

“Mr. Garrison, can we leave for a few minutes, please?” Kenny asked him

“Why would I let you do that, Kenny?” Mr. Garrison turned his gaze to the two boys standing in front of him.

“A friend of ours, Y/n, we heard she’s not feeling right, and we want to make sure she’s ok. I promise we will come back as soon as we make sure she’s fine, sir. Please.” Kyle answered, and Mr. Garrison was able to see the two kids were anxious. He saw they were telling the truth and not only a lie to leave class without permission. Mr. Garrison handed them the hall pass.

“Don’t get distracted and come back after making sure she ok.” Mr. Garrison returned his attention to his phone, and Kyle and Kenny quickly left the classroom.

Kyle and Kenny were running to Mr. Mackey’s office. Kenny knew he made a mistake. He should’ve insisted on taking you to school that morning. He should’ve never left you to convince him in the first place. His heart was beating so hard. He hated when you cried because of your parents. He thought they had no right to ask anything from you, not after they stopped caring about you after your sister died. He saw you sitting on one of the chairs that were outside the counselor’s office. Mr. Mackey was trying to calm you down, but you were still crying, and it didn’t seem you were stopping any time soon.

Kenny ran to you and knelt in front of you. He saw your puffy eyes, and something broke inside him. He always managed to make you feel better before you started crying, so seeing you in this state was also affecting him way more than he wanted.

“Princess,” Kenny started to speak, trying to get your attention. You looked at Kenny and tried to talk, but it seemed that whenever you tried to speak, your breathing started to become more hectic than it already was. You were having a panic attack. Kenny also started to cry, not knowing what was happening to you. That’s when Kyle stepped in.

“Hey, I need you to breathe with me, ok?” Kyle grabbed your attention and placed one hand over your hands that were still on your chest. You only nodded to him. He took one of your hands over his chest so you could feel his breathing. You slowly started to calm down, but the tears continued rolling out of your eyes. The two of you stayed like that until Kyle was able to see you were ok. Kenny was also following the pace Kyle instructed you to breathe in.

“You did great, sweetheart.” you only nodded.

“What are you doing here?” you asked them.

“We came as soon as we heard you were crying,” Kenny said, and you were able to see his puffy face.

“I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry” You almost started to cry again after realizing the two of them got worried because of you when Kenny knelt again in front of you and grabbed your face by the cheeks.

“Hey, hey, don’t you dare to think anything bad at this moment.” Kenny began cleaning your tears with his sweatshirt sleeve. He didn’t know what happened, but he was sure your mother was the one to blame. Out of your parents, she was the strict one and the one that always made you feel like you were a burden. That’s why Kenny stopped your overthinking since he knew it was going to worsen your state.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kyle asked you while he was tucking a strand of your hair in your ear. You shook your head, wanting anything but to remember the reason for your attack.

“Don’t you have to get back to class?” you asked worriedly. Your teacher knew you were with Mr. Mackey, but you knew they only had permission to leave for just a few moments since you were able to see the hall pass hanging from Kyle’s hand. Before they could answer you, Mr. Mackey came out of his office.

“You are better, Miss Y/L/N?” You nodded and gave your counselor a reassuring smile. “Then I believe you have to get to class, the three of you. If you need to talk, my door’s always open, kids.”

“Thanks, Mr. Mackey,” Kyle answered him, and the counselor returned to his usual spot in his office.

Kyle and Kenny were both grabbing your hands while walking back to your classroom. Having them by your side always made you feel at peace. When the three of you arrived at your classroom, Kenny kissed you on the cheek

“We’re gonna talk later when school finishes, ok? Wait for me here.” Kenny moved away so Kyle could say goodbye to you.

“Just if you feel it’s going to start again, try breathing slowly, ok?” you nodded, and he gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you, guys,” you whispered and entered your classroom. Kyle and Kenny let out a loud sigh. They may not have that much in common now, but they were aware that they would do anything for you.

Later that evening, you and Kenny, who was on your right side, were lying down on his mattress, and both of you were only looking at the ceiling. Kenny knew he just needed to give you time before you told him what happened.

“Mr. Mackey told my parents how my grades have just gotten worse for the last two years. And said he was worried I was depressed.” You started talking as you remembered what happened during the meeting. “When my mom heard that, she exploded. She first said she shouldn’t be wasting her time on such stupid things. And then proceeded to shout at me for making her lose her time.” You felt tears wanting to fall from your eyes, “she told Mr. Mackey how she thinks I was just acting like this to get attention.”

“But that’s stupid, we all saw your sudden change of attitude, but you tried to brush it off, not wanting to get attention” Kenny was ready to punch the wall. How dare your mother say that.

“I know, but she doesn’t know that, Kenny. She also said how it was stupid to assume I was depressed since there was nothing in my life I should worry about and that the only thing I should focus on was school.” You managed to say since your voice was starting to break. You hid your face with your right arm, not wanting Kenny to see you cry again.

“Did your father say something” you scoffed.

“Of course not. He just stayed silent during the meeting. The only moment he stepped in was when he saw my mom getting madder and dragged her out of the school. And that’s what happened.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?”

“For not being there earlier.”

“Kenny, you left your class to help me. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

“Are you being honest?”

“A hundred percent honest, Kenny” he put an arm around your neck so he could hug you, and you hid your face on his chest.

“I love you, Kenny. Thank you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

6th Grade

“So, you know that McCormick kid, right?” you turned your head to the 7th-grader girl that was standing in front of your table. Wendy, Bebe, and you were having lunch before being interrupted by the girl who was now asking you about your best friend.

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you think he would like to go out with me?” the question took you by surprise.

“Uhm…”

“I’m Tammy, by the way,” For a reason, her name sounded familiar. You started to try and remember why her name was something you’d heard before

“Why would she do that? Can’t you ask that for yourself?” Bebe answered her.

“Did I talk to you?” Tammy responded. And then you remembered, Kenny mentioned her a few nights ago after he scolded you once again for wanting to go out with Kyle (as if that was something new), and he told you how he would like to go out with this Tammy girl, but he didn’t since he had to focus on school just as you should.

“You know what, you little-” Before Bebe could respond to her, Wendy stepped in and made her leave the table before the situation escalated.

“Why you wanna go out with him?” you asked Tammy.

“Well, have you seen him? He’s getting pretty. Will you tell him to call me? Here’s my number” Tammy handed you a little piece of paper. The mere thought of Kenny going out with this girl started to bug you for some reason. Tammy didn’t even let you respond to her when she got up and thanked you before she left.

What was this heavy feeling in your chest? Was this feeling the same that Kenny had whenever you told him you liked Kyle for more than just a friend? You tried to think of reasons, and the only one that made sense was because Kenny’s like your brother. Yeah, that must be it.

Later that day, when you gave Kenny the piece of paper Tammy handed to you, he asked if you were ok with him going out with Tammy.

“Why are you asking me, Kenny? Just go. Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with her?” Kenny was trying to see a glimpse of disgust or something similar, but you were completely calm.

“So, you are sure it’s ok?” Why was he asking you this question out of a sudden?

“Yes, Kenny, go out with whomever you want. I don’t care,” you responded in a joking way so he could see you weren’t bothered at all.

“I see…” Kenny stayed in silence as if he was debating on saying something else. “Ok then, I’ll call her” You nodded. Yeah, of course, you were completely fine about him going out with Tammy, right?

So… How was your date?” you asked Kenny as you were handing him the bowl of popcorn.

“Meh.”

“Just that? Was it that bad?” even if he told you it didn’t go well, he was calm.

“I guess I just wish I went on a date with someone else.”

“Ohh! Do I know that person?” you asked him, bouncing your eyebrows. Kenny stayed for some moments looking at you in the eyes, and then he sighed.

“Yeah, but I’m not telling you who.”

“But why?” you pouted.

“Just because. Let’s be honest. The girl’s name’s gonna change in a few days.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“And what about you? Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with Kyle?” Kenny asked you even if he knew the answer may hurt him.

“Well, that’s gonna stay like that. As something I want. As if my parents would let me out with a guy, the guy they let me go out and hang out with, it’s you.” You sighed.

“Good,” Kenny answered, and you hit him jokingly on his arm.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love me just like this.”

“I guess I do.”

7th Grade

Kenny was starting to get worried. He could see how slowly you were losing yourself, and he didn’t know how to help you.

Since the start of this school year, everything has been going downhill when it comes to you. Kenny noticed how much it affected you knowing Kyle left without even saying goodbye.

He also noticed how some of your classmates started to make fun of you because of the way you looked. And how because of those comments, you began to develop an eating disorder. It broke his heart seeing you disappear after eating and how you returned with glossy eyes, your face all swollen, and your hand harmed because of your teeth.

He hated to know what was happening to you and how he couldn’t be able to do anything to help you. And on top of that, he knew the things with your parents were getting worse every day.

Still, he tried to make you feel better by complimenting you whenever he could (even if he knew it wouldn’t work). Maybe if he continued, one day you would only listen to him and not to your classmates.

The number of times Kenny has gotten in trouble for fighting with kids in your class and from other grades for saying something to you or about you was uncountable. But he didn’t care. They had no right to say anything wrong about you; they didn’t even know you.

Kenny also noticed how you started to only talk to him, Stan, Red, and Bebe, evading everyone who tried to even say hi to you in fear of them making fun of you.

Now on the most personal part, Kenny was the only one who knew your parents’ heartless behavior towards you. Seeing you arrive almost every day at school holding back your tears because you had a fight with your parents was one of the things that hurt him the most. Kenny was also worried since he noticed how you started to get anxious whenever a school day came to an end. When he asked you why, you explained to him that your home situation was just getting worse as the days passed, that your parents didn’t even bother to talk to you, and when they did, it was to tell you how useless and stupid a person you were. That’s why he started to call you every day during the night just to make sure you wouldn’t go to sleep with their words in your head.

Another significant change that your relationship suffered was because of your parents. This was the first year they prohibited you from visiting Kenny and told you how Kenny wasn’t welcome in your house anymore since he was probably the reason your grades were never improving, which only made Kenny hate your parents even more.

Due to all these things happening to you, Kenny became overprotective of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you weren’t strong or anything like that, but he realized you didn’t do anything to stop the comments. You didn’t do anything to show your parents how you were trying to do your best.

During one of those late-night calls, you told Kenny your parents found out you were purging. You explained what your mother said that evening. How she was going to make you eat your vomit if she found you one day doing it, and how she also told you that if you wanted to die, she would kill you by beating the shit out of you.

Kenny cried in silence after hearing the words coming out of you. He wanted so badly to hug you, but he knew he had to wait until the following day to do it.

“You know what?” Kenny managed to say without sounding like he was crying just a few moments ago. “We’re leaving this shit hole after finishing high school. I don’t know how, but we are doing it. You and me.”

“You know that’s impossible, Ken,” you whispered.

“I don’t care how stupid or impossible that sounds. We are doing it; we are starting a new life together. Just the two of us. I promise.”

“Even if we can leave by then, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it till then” Somehow, Kenny knew what you were talking about, and he felt a heavy weight on his chest. He doesn’t know what he will ever do if you’re not in his life anymore. He can’t lose you. He won’t lose you this way.

“Don’t say that, please.” You stayed in silence. At this point, thinking about the future was something you couldn’t afford to do. As much as it hurt Kenny to think about what you were implying, he continued. “We are getting an apartment. I don’t even know where, but it’s gonna be cozy, a safe place for the two of us. I just know it.” Your heart warmed up at the thought of it.

“I really want that to happen.”

“It will happen. You’ll see.”

“I love you, Ken.”

“I love you, princess.”

“Promise me you will stop” Kenny and you were sitting and playing thumb wars at your usual spot on the Community Center building rooftop. For the first time in a year, the two of you managed to spend time out of the school after your parents told you they were going to a convention they wanted to go to for the whole day. That meant you still had at least 4 more hours before they returned.

“Huh?” you didn’t pay attention to his comment since you were distracted, trying to win at least once on a thumb war with him.

“You have to stop purging.” You didn’t answer him, still fixated on winning the game. At your lack of response, Kenny stopped playing. “Hey, I’m serious, princess.” Kenny moved your whole arm now, trying to get your attention on him, and you sighed.

“You know it’s not that simple,” you said, trying to free your hand from his grip without any success.

“I know, but you have to at least try, Y/n” Hearing your name coming out of him sent shivers down your spine. There were only a few occasions when Kenny called you out by name, meaning he was being serious.

“I… don’t think I will be able though.”

“Why?” you groaned. You didn’t want Kenny to know since it was just a frivolous thought.

“Because I need to be perfect. I need to be beautiful and skinny and…” you sounded so superficial, but it was the truth. “Haven’t you noticed how everyone started to treat me differently the moment I started to lose weight? They started treating me like a human again. I won’t give up on that.”

“But you were already perfect. I know you didn’t see it, but you were already all that.”

“Then why everyone started treating me so horribly? Why the comments? Why torture me that way if I was already all that?” he didn’t know what to tell you now. He won’t ever be able to understand all that you’ve been through.

“Just, please. For your good. Stop it.” Kenny whispered. You didn’t want to lie to him, promising you would stop soon, but at the same time, you didn’t want to break his heart.

“I will stop, just not now, ok?”

“Ok.”

8th Grade

Your last year of middle brought a few surprises. First of all, Kyle’s return. Seeing you so happy and excited because of Kyle made Kenny feel conflicted. He was, of course, delighted to finally see you smile more often, maybe not as much as when you were kids, but you smiled almost daily. Kenny thought it was because you wouldn’t like to let Kyle see you depressed. He also felt hurt by this since it could only mean one thing, you still liked Kyle.

Kenny also noticed you tried your best to keep a smile even in difficult situations, like whenever you fought with your parents, you didn’t cry but tried to just brush it off. When Kenny asked you about this sudden change of attitude, you told him it was because you decided to not let your parents bring you down anymore. At this point, you wouldn’t be able to change their thinking, and that the only thing that kept you sane was knowing that one day, the two of you would leave everything behind, making them leave your life for good.

Kenny couldn’t feel prouder of you. But again, what if this sudden change was only because of Kyle? Yeah, he should thank him, but it bothered him thinking you were doing all of this for Kyle. Still, Kenny saw the bright side of it all. You were looking forward to a future with him, not Kyle.

Which brought Kenny to a big realization. He liked you. No, he fucking loved you, and not in the way he’s been telling himself he loves you. Not in a brotherly way. He has these romantic feelings towards you. Unfortunately, he had to hide his feelings. Not only because he was scared to lose his friendship with you but also in fear of losing Stan’s friendship too.

He still remembers the unfaithful day when Stan, Kyle, and he made the stupid pact that would doom the three of them. And Kenny might be a lot of things, but he's no liar nor traitor. He's been lying to himself for years now. There was a reason why he agreed on that pact. Why would he accept an agreement made by those who were in love with you? Because deep down, he was always in love with you, and he knew that without that pact, he would act recklessly since there wouldn't be one thing stopping him from telling you his real feelings.

“So…Are you gonna tell me who you like?” you said, and you brought Kenny back to reality.

“Why do you want to know, princess?” he asked you.

“Well, because you know who I like.”

“So just because I know who you like, I should tell you the same thing?” Kenny chuckled. You nodded.

“Exactly. And before you even dare to lie to me, McCormick, saying how you don’t like anyone now, remember I know you pretty well.”

“I broke up with Kelly a month ago, and you think I like someone?”

“As I said, don’t try to lie to me, Kenny,” he sighed. He sometimes forgets how intuitive you are.

“If I tell you, would you stop asking me?”

“Duh.”

“Fine, I like someone from our class. Are you happy?” you were frowning.

“That’s unfair. There are like 15 girls in our class Kenny” Kenny knew that he wouldn’t be able to tell you who he likes, in this case, loves, due to the pact, but what if you were the one who found out…

“Ugh, fine, uhm… She’s one of you three girls” You knew Kenny was referring to Red, Bebe, and you. It couldn’t be Red since he told you he only saw Red as a friend a few days ago after trying to find out who he liked for a thousand time. Then the only option left was Bebe

“It’s Bebe, isn’t it?” Kenny mentally face-palmed himself. “Oh my god, it’s her! My two best friends!” After Kenny felt defeated after noticing how you wouldn’t, in a million years, guess who he liked. He knew he could tell you Bebe wasn’t the one he wanted, but that would be too risky. Since you liked Kyle, he was sure you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. He couldn’t risk your friendship now.

“Just don’t you dare say a word, princess,” you squeaked in excitement. Maybe this was the best for now. He knows he’s lying to you, which is something he hates, but it was the best option.

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Do you think you need to go to the hospital?” Bebe asked as the two of you were looking at your bruised stomach.

“I don’t think so. It wasn’t that bad. He barely hit me. It doesn’t even hurt,” you chuckled.

“I still can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to pick up a fight with Cartman,” Red said as she was wetting a towel to clean the hint of blood that was dripping from your lip.

“He asked for it. He’s been bothering me for years now. It was bound to happen,” you answered back. For the first time in years, you finally stood up for yourself, and you were proud.

“Does Kenny know?” before you could answer, you heard Kenny shout your name.

"I think he does." Kenny entered the girls' restroom, fuming. You tried to take your sweatshirt from Bebe, so Kenny wouldn't see you without it. Not because you were uncomfortable but because you didn't want him to see your bruises, and most importantly, he would see you lose even more weight. You managed to take your sweatshirt from Bebe's grip and put it on as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, Kenny was able to see both your bruises and visible bones.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, Y/N?!” he shouted.

“What do you think you are doing, Kenny? Get out. This is the girls’ restroom.”

“FUCKING FIGHTING WITH CARTMAN. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” you were looking down at the floor, not wanting to see his face out of embarrassment. He got closer to you.

“He deserved it,” you whispered.

“I don’t care if he deserved it, Y/n. He could’ve seriously hurt you. He’s easily as twice as big and stronger than you. Hell, I can even dare to say he’s three times bigger and stronger than you.” You looked into Kenny’s eyes, and you were able to see they were red. The thing is, you didn’t know if it was because he was crying or out of anger. Maybe both.

“And what about it? Kenny, I stood up for myself. Isn’t it what you wanted?” you answered back. You were starting to also get mad at his attitude.

“YES! But not this way, Y/n!”

“Oh my god Kenny, then make up your damn mind!”

“Are you actually answering me back right now, Y/n? I was fucking worried.”

“So what? You are not my dad Kenny.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How dare you say that when you are the one who’s in trouble right now? Not only you had a fight, but you also lied to me, you promised you would stop purging, and by the looks of it, you haven’t.” Kenny’s hand was clenched into a fist. He was angry.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you answered back.

“STOP IT! Do you think I’m that stupid, Y/n? I saw your fucking ribs. You’re skinnier than before. How dare you lie to me this way?” Kenny slowly walked towards you, stopping just a few inches away from you. This was the first time you’ve seen him this worked up.

You almost forgot Bebe and Red were present if it wasn’t for Bebe pulling you away from Kenny. He sighed.

“You know what? If you want to kill yourself this way, then go ahead. If you want to keep purging or if you want to put yourself at risk, do it. I won’t be here to witness it. I can’t stand the idea of my best friend, one of the people I love the most, dying.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you saw Kenny exiting the restroom. The three of you stayed in silence for some minutes as Red and Bebe were waiting for you to say something. You didn’t say anything at all until the bell rang, meaning you had to return to class.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late.”

Kenny,

I know this may come as a surprise, and maybe you think I’m a coward for saying this via message instead of telling you this in person, but I think this is the best way since, at this moment, I know you don’t even want to see me since you must hate me right now.

I’m sorry, you have no idea how much I regret not following you after that fight in the girls’ restroom, and I apologize for the way I reacted. I know you were only worried about me, and my attitude wasn’t the best, and I’m sorry.

I’m not gonna apologize for the fight tho. For the first time, I didn’t need anyone to stand up for me. Don’t get me wrong, I will be forever grateful for all those times you did it for me. But I must start doing it for myself. I cannot rely on you to do it for the rest of my life. What if, one day, you are not in my life anymore? Even if the mere thought of you not being in my life hurts me, I know maybe you won’t be by my side forever. Many things can happen, but I will try not to think about it right now.

As for the purging thing… I swear I did stop doing it. I hadn’t done it after one time when I started to vomit blood. It was like a wake-up call. I didn’t want to die while purging. I… fuck, this is hard even if I’m writing it, but I’ve been starving for some time now. And in this case, I’m not doing it because of my looks or anything like that, but because it’s the only thing I can control in my life. You know how hard my home life is. You’ve seen my grades. I feel like everything in my life is going down the drain, and the only thing I’m able to control is the food I eat.

I don’t know how this fight is gonna affect our relationship. But I know that I can’t lose you because of this. Kenny. You’ve been there with me since the first moment I arrived at South Park. You have been there when I needed you the most. You have been by my side during my happiest and saddest moments. You are the most important person in my whole life. I won’t ever find the words to tell you how much you meant to me and how thankful I am for having you in my life. You are my other half, my brother.

The thing is, I also don’t want to hurt you, and if you don’t want to be friends after this, I would understand it. As you said in the restroom that day, if you don’t want to see the way I’m hurting myself and you think the best for you is just leaving, then do it. I don’t mean it in a mean way or anything like that. If I’m hurting you by doing all of these things, I will be the one leaving. I cannot stand the idea of hurting you.

You deserve better than me, Kenny. Believe me when I saw that writing all of this is killing me (I don’t want to lose you), but if that’s the best for you, then I will accept your decision. And if that’s your decision, I just want to say one more thing.

I love you, Kenny. Thank you so much for being in my life.

You looked at your phone screen for what felt like the 10th time in the last 5 minutes as Stan’s words repeated and repeated in your brain. “I know this fight is affecting him more than he would like to admit.”

You sighed in frustration. This was the first time you and Kenny ever fought, and it was also the longest you went without talking to each other. A week, A week where you felt like dying since Kenny wasn’t by your side.

You didn’t know if you would be able to mend this whole situation with Kenny, but you didn’t want to give up on your relationship without a fight. After reading your message one last time, you clicked send.

You saw Kenny saw your message as soon as you sent it, so you locked your phone. As the minutes passed, your heart broke a little more at his lack of response. Maybe he was done with you. And you wouldn’t blame him. You thought you were a burden. You were surprised Kenny didn’t leave you before all of this happened. Even if it hurts like hell, you were going to stay faithful to your decision.

You were a crying mess. Kenny saw your message two hours ago, and there was still no response. This was it. The end for the two of you. You were glad your parents were already asleep as it was almost midnight. You were able to cry without anyone hearing you. As you lay on your bed and slowly fall asleep, you think of all the times Kenny has been there trying to make you feel better. It did hurt, but at least you were able to find someone as amazing as Kenny.

You were shocked to see a notification from Kenny on your screen. You quickly clicked on it, and you noticed it was a video. As you clicked on the play button, you held your breath. Why did he send a video? Is that why it took him so long to answer you? You saw Kenny sitting down on his mattress as his phone was supported by something on his nightstand. Well, you believed that since he wasn’t holding his phone.

“Fuck princess, after reading your message, I knew I just couldn’t answer you with another message.” Kenny was grabbing a piece of paper in his hands. “First of all, I won’t ever hate you. Don’t you dare to think I hate you because you couldn’t be more wrong. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those things. I didn’t mean any of it. Well, of course, I cannot stand the idea of something happening to you, but I’m not leaving you because of that. Also, I’m sorry for going all ballistic on you for fighting Cartman. As you said, he deserved it, and later that day, I saw how beaten up you left him. I’m proud. Even if he’s bigger, you gave him hell.” Kenny smiled at the camera.

“It’s just that if anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself. I wasn’t even there. I had to find out from Stan about the fight. I guess I was angry at myself for not finding out sooner. At least I would’ve been able to help you or stop you. I’m glad you didn’t apologize for the fight because you should never apologize for putting yourself first, and that’s what you did that day.” he looked at the piece of paper in his hands. He continued speaking.

“Now that you mention it, I did notice how you stopped going to the restroom after eating lunch and how your face stopped being swollen all the time, but I also noticed how you would barely eat. I should’ve known better.” He sighed. “Even if now, you aren’t doing it to change the way you look, I believe you cannot keep doing this to yourself. I know now it’s like a coping mechanism, and asking you to stop doing it may not be the best thing since, in the end, it’s your decision, princess. But tell me whenever you are ready to get help. I would love to be the one by your side when you decide to get better, ok?” you know it was hard for Kenny to say those words, so you appreciated the fact he was letting you take the decision and not forcing you to get help.

“I was also scared these days. As you said, what if this was it? What if this was the end of our relationship? I felt this weight over my shoulders for the past week, thinking and beating myself up for how stupid I was for letting things escalate this much. I also cannot put into words how much you meant to me, Y/n. I would do anything for you. Anything.” Kenny stopped talking for moments as if he was debating whether to tell you something.

“I hadn’t told you this but remember when I told you I didn’t know the reason why Kelly broke up with me? Well, I do know the reason. She said she noticed how when it came to you, I would stop doing whatever I could be doing just to make sure you were ok. How she noticed I would drop everything for you. And she’s not wrong. She wasn’t mad when she told me this. But she just knew my heart belonged to another person, you. She said that even if we are just friends, the love we have for each other is unbreakable, and she’s completely right. Y/n, you are irreplaceable. Even if I end up dating other girls, they will never be at your level.” You were crying after hearing those words.

“I don’t want you to leave. You are the most valuable person I have in my life. I love you. Don’t ever doubt it, princess.”

The video stopped. You felt exhilarated. Kenny still loved you, and he didn’t plan on leaving you. You smiled even though tears were still falling down your cheeks. Maybe things will only get better from now on. It didn’t matter how fucked up your family situation was, how messed up you were mentally right now. As long as Kenny was by your side, everything was going to be fine.

n a v i g a t i o n

Kenny’s Birthday Week Celebration.

#south park fluff #south park angst #kenny fluff #kenny angst #kenny mccormick fluff #kenny mccormick angst #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #south park kenny #south park #south park imagines #south park x reader

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Ride the Cyclone Kids and Sleepovers

okay, so i’m gonna do a few headcanons for sleepovers at specific people’s houses (Penny excluded), then general headcanons!

Constance’s house!

Second best place to have sleepovers at

Her parents are SO NICE

Dinner is always THE BEST there

Constance’s little brother sometimes hangs out with them for a bit

You can’t tell me Constance doesn’t own ALL the Just Dance games

So they usually end up having a very fierce dance battle during sleepovers

Constance always gives her bed to someone else, what a sweetheart

They somehow end up binge watching Barbie movies while over at her house

Mischa’s house!

Best place to have a sleepover at because they can do whatever the hell they want in his basement

There’s so much room for activities!

When they go to sleep, they’re usually sprawled out All Over the floor since there’s a lot of space

I feel like Mischa’s basement is the perfect location for playing Twister

Noel’s house!

They can’t be as wild at his house to keep from disturbing his mom, but it’s still really fun over there!

His mom likes seeing Noel hanging out with other kids :)

Catch Ocean out here CONSTANTLY sucking up to Ms. Gruber

Ocean’s house!

Worst place for sleepovers

First of all, it smells like weed and incense, which is just AWFUL

Second of all, her parents are just…really weird

They make everyone Really Uncomfortable

I feel like Ocean’s house has an awesome backyard, though, so they’ll usually hang out outside

Or in her room

She’s always so embarrassed of her house, poor girl

She hides it, though

Ricky’s house!

He definitely owns a Switch, so they’ll usually play games like Mario Kart

Which turns the whole sleepover into a literal WAR (Ocean will pick Rainbow Road Every Single Time)

When over at his house, it’s basically assured that SOMEONE is gonna wake up with a cat on their face

General sleepover shenanigans!

Okay, so, pajamas? (yes, it’s important I provide reference photos, you gotta get the VIBE)

Noel’s got, like, these (fake) silk pajamas, and it’s So Extra

Penny’s in this simple but super cute night gown

Constance has frog pajamas fight me

Meanwhile, Ricky has cat pajamas

Ocean has these weird upcycles pajamas

Mischa is just in some shorts and a muscle shirt

Penny got the Whole Choir animal slippers, and they’re all Legally Required to wear them

Penny has sheep (because of her last name), Ricky has cats (obviously), Noel has rabbits, Mischa has sharks (that look like they’re eating his feet), Constance has hedgehogs, and Ocean has penguins

They all fight over what movie to watch

“Citizen Kane!” “ew, no! we should watch Rear Window!” “i just wanna watch The Lion King 2…” “can we PLEASE watch Encanto” “SAW V!!!!!!!”

Sleepover games? Sleepover games

They do that game where you make the worst concoction of different food/drinks possible and have other people consume it (Ocean almost dies Every Time because you can’t tell me homegirl doesn’t have the weakest stomach ever)

THEY PLAY GARTIC PHONE

Here’s some examples of what they would do from when I played with my own friends

In order of who drew what: Constance, Ocean, Ricky, Penny

In order of who drew what: Ocean, Constance, Noel, Ricky, Penny, Mischa

Noel: Ocean, Kiss, Marry, Kill: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean: I’m acearo

Noel: Shit my bad

Noel: Ocean, Have As A Lab Partner For A Whole Semester, Be Stuck Inside An Elevator With For Seven Hours, Get Trained By At A Fast Food Restaurant: Penny, Constance, and Mischa >:)

Ocean ALWAYS helps clean up while at someone else’s house (just because she wants the praise from their parents and HAS to be the favorite friend)

Noel: What the fuck are you doing

Ocean, doing the dishes: My part

Mrs. Potts: Ricky, sweetie, why is your ginger friend vacuuming the carpet? How did she even know where the vacuum was??

Ricky, signing: She does that, just let it run its course

Mischa initiates pillow fights

Penny and Ricky would convince the others to make blanket forts with them

Mischa and Noel both like to style/braid the girls’ hair

When it finally falls silent, and they all seem like they’re finally about to go to sleep for the night, one of them will laugh for No Reason and cause all the others to start howling with laughter

If there’s no room on a couch when everyone else is already sitting, Penny will just be like “guess I have to lay on all of you”

And then she lays on all of them

One time while at Constance’s house, SOMEONE yelled for the Alexa to play Roman Holiday and utter MAYHEM broke out after that

Noel and Penny were SINGING

Ricky was jamming out, living his best life

Ocean was DESPERATELY trying to get the Alexa to stop

Constance was like “guys! guys, shh! people are gonna hear you!” (cause hc that the Blackwoods live above the cafe)

Mischa arrived back from the bathroom and was Very Confused

Noel and Penny were using random utensils as microphones and kept trying to get the others to join them (“come on, Mischa!” “this is a spatula”)

Penny, holding a ladle out to Constance: sing it, Constance!

Constance, leaning into the ladle like it’s an actual microphone: i don’t know Roman Holiday

Meanwhile, Ocean was DYING

Ocean, sobbing: Alexa, stop playing Roman Holiday!

Alexa didn’t hear her

Alexa wished for her death

#ride the cyclone #rtc #rtc headcanons #ride the cyclone headcanons #ocean o'connell rosenberg #constance blackwood #mischa bachinski #noel gruber #ricky potts #jane doe #penny lamb

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f0point5 · 5 months

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Max’s gift is actually a house. And not just any house, but the one he and his family, her and her family, and the Schumachers all went to for their last vacation. The last memory she has of her family all together and happy like she brought up in that ask.

And the phone plays in because it has old photos from that vacation and he used them to track down the place to buy it.

But she’s going to think he’s kicking her out and misinterpret it and he’s going to freak out and finally admit that he wants her to live there WITH him and have tiny max/y/n babies and they’ll race horses and karts around the backyard

-🤠

This would be the most adorable thing.

I would cry

Imagine them raising their kids in their summer house omggggg

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 1 year

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Can’t Help Falling In Love Chapter 4: Butterflies

Synopsis: Wanda and Y/N share a tender moment together minutes before their wedding

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Y/N

Characters: Y/N, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark

Warnings: It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die

Word Count: 2.0K

Part 3 | Part 2 | Part 1 | Story Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters in this series. So much fluff, so much emotion. Hope y’all enjoy!

Y/N was anxiously pacing back and forth in the backyard. He was supposed to meet Wanda by this huge old oak tree, the same one where Clint would set up his archery targets. He’d barely been there five minutes but it felt like an eternity. The anticipation of seeing Wanda in her wedding dress was killing him.

“Yo Hemingway! Keep walking like that and you’re gonna wear a hole in the ground!”

Y/N whipped around. It was Pietro. He was standing by the back porch, hand cupped around his mouth to help amplify his teasing. He knew that Hemingway was Wanda’s nickname for Y/N and of course he teased him relentlessly for it. Seeing Pietro break out into his signature mischievous grin, he rolled his eyes in return.

“And when it’s done, Wanda and I are gonna bury you in it!” he yelled back.

“That’s a good one!” Pietro chuckled as he shouted back. “But you’re kidding, right?” He shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and began to stroll towards Y/N. Y/N raised an eyebrow knowingly. “Right?”

Y/N shrugged. “Try me and we’ll find out,” he grinned. The banter between the two was always playful, never malicious. He wasn’t just Wanda’s brother. He was one of Y/N’s closest friends as well. Y/N had helped Pietro out of many sticky situations on missions. Nearly getting blown up created a bond of shared trauma (and laughs). But the two really bonded over one thing in particular: video games. Many nights and quinjet flights were spent playing Mario Kart or Smash Bros. While Wanda had hoped Y/N and Pietro would at least get along, she’d never anticipated they’d be so close.

Pietro shook his head. “How ya feeling?” he asked.

“Ehh?” He looked down and kicked a rock across the hard ground.

“You’re less than an hour away from getting married and all you can say is ‘ehh’?!”

“I just wanna see her, man. I’m so nervous.” Y/N pulled at his shirt collar. It suddenly felt too tight around his neck and his bowtie wasn’t helping.

“She looks great, don’t worry about that!” Pietro lovingly punched him on the shoulder.

“I’m not worried about that. I dunno, I guess it’s the anticipation about all this,” he replied, gesturing vaguely to everything around him.

“Well I’ve never been married so I can’t give you any advice there,” laughed Pietro. “But if it makes you feel any better Wanda’s already cried today. She’s nervous, too.”

Y/N smiled. It made him feel better knowing that he wasn’t the only one feeling butterflies. They had talked about their feelings in the days leading up to the wedding, but talking about your wedding day and living it were two very different experiences.

“I’m excited for you guys. I mean I can’t think of a better guy to marry my sister.”

“Thanks, Piet.”

“And now I get to pester you about when I’m gonna be an uncle!”

“Let’s, umm, yeah…let’s not rush things,” Y/N weakly choked out. He and Wanda just wanted to get through today and here Pietro was pestering them about babies.

Suddenly a voice interrupted the quasi-awkward silence that enveloped the air around the two men.

“Hate to break up the gossip session fellas, but I’ve got a bride-to-be who is anxious to see her future husband,” called Natasha, working her way towards the duo.

Pietro jumped into action. He threw himself behind Y/N and wrapped his hands around his head. “I’ve got him, Nat! He won’t look too soon!”

Natasha roared with laughter as Y/N tried to wriggle himself free of Pietro’s grasp. “It’s okay, she’s still inside. You can let him go.” He slackened his grip as Y/N pushed himself off the speedster, who had raced his way over to Nat.

“How’s she doing?” he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

“She’s good,” she whispered back. The duo was watching Y/N readjust his suit after Pietro’s assault. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s nervous, but good.”

“Good, good…alright, let’s go inside and grab Wanda. We’ll send her out and we’ll stay inside and give them some privacy.”

“Do we have to?” Pietro whined. Nat smacked the back of his head. “Right. Got it.”

“Okay Y/N turn around and face the tree!” Nat yelled as Pietro rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head. “We’ll go get Wanda and send her out!” Y/n shot her a thumbs up behind his back as he turned towards the tree.

He stared at the tree intently, studying it’s every feature. He could feel his heart racing, his palms grew sweaty, and it felt like he was trying to swallow a handful of cotton balls. Yet through the nerves he felt a flutter of excitement. He’d been waiting for this moment all day. He didn’t know anything about the dress or how she was doing her hair and makeup. Anything she did would be wonderful. She was just beautiful. Period. Wanda Maximoff was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on and he was the lucky one who would get to spend the rest of his life with her. He smiled as he thought of his favorite moments with her: the day they met, their first date, that one mission where they ended up hijacking a fishing boat and docking it in the river by the compound, the endless Great British Baking Show marathons, early mornings snuggled together in bed, the first time she said ‘I love you’, the moment he realized he was going to marry her, their first kiss, the amazing day they spent together before he surprised her by proposing, the time they-

Hi honey, Wanda spoke to him in his mind. Why don’t you turn around now?

Y/N froze. “How long were you in my mind?” he asked, failing miserably at hiding the grin that was spreading across his face.

Long enough, she responded. She, too, was failing to keep a smile from forming on her lips. Y/N exhaled, rubbing his hands on the sides of his pants. Are you ready? He nodded. Me too. The tension in the air was palpable. He slowly turned and laid eyes on his bride for the first time.

Y/N felt the air leave his lungs as he saw Wanda for the first time. She was a vision in white. Her white gown was stunning. It had long sleeves that provided the slightest bit of warmth against the cool fall air. The body of the dress was fitted to her figure with a long billowing skirt and train. Her hair was done up and she was wearing a flower crown that Yelena and Kate had made for her. He couldn’t see her shoes but he knew that May Parker and Pepper had taken her out shoe shopping as her bridal shower present. She wore the necklace he’d given her for their first anniversary, the one with the entwined hearts, around her neck. And the late afternoon sun caught the emerald of her engagement ring just right, casting a green reflection onto the tree as she fidgeted with her hands. She, too, was fighting the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach.

“Oh wow,” he managed to whisper after he felt himself come down from the initial high of seeing his ethereal bride-to-be. “Wands, you look incredible.” He couldn’t help but look her up and down, drinking in every ounce of her beauty.

“You don’t look too bad yourself either,” she grinned. It was true. Y/N looked extremely dashing in his three-piece charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt, and deep maroon bow tie. His hair was freshly cropped and he’d trimmed his beard down to a notch above stubble the way Wanda liked it.

As he looked at her, Y/N felt his throat constrict and his face grow hot. He looked down at the ground and covered his eyes with his hand as he began to cry. Wanda was the only person in the world he could be truly vulnerable around. Yet at this moment he didn’t want her to see him cry. It didn’t matter that they were tears of joy or that they were the only two people in the universe at that moment. Wanda had held his hand every step of the way through getting him to open up, but there were moments he still struggled. This was one of them.

As he cried, his sobs muffled by his hands, he felt a pair of arms envelope him and tenderly pull him close.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, Hemingway,” Wanda soothed. She ran her hand up and down his back as he continued to cry into her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Y/N repeated between sobs.

“What are you sorry for?” Wanda asked. She had moved her hand up from his back to his head, running her fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know,” he sniffled. He pulled his head up from Wanda’s shoulder. “God you’re beautiful.”

Wanda laughed as she wiped the tears from his face. “So these are happy tears then I take it?” She cocked her head to the side.

“Yeah,” he mumbled sheepishly. He moved his hands, which were pressed up to his chest, down to Wanda’s waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.

“Hi,” she whispered

“Hi,” he whispered back as he rested his forehead against hers.

“We’re getting married today.”

“Mmhmm.”

“In less than an hour.”

“Mmhmm”

“Are you excited?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Me too.”

“You look beautiful in that dress.”

“So you’ve said.”

“But I think you’ll look even more beautiful when I peel you out of it later.” A devilish grin grew on his face as he looked down at Wanda.

Wanda blushed a deep shade of crimson. “Behave,” she scolded, kissing the tip of his nose.

“For now, darling,” he responded. “But I can’t make any guarantees for tonight.” As he spoke his hands slunk down from her waist to her hips. Wanda giggled at his touch. She gazed into his eyes with all the care and admiration in the world for her beloved.

“Kiss me,” she coaxed.

Y/N felt her arms pull him closer to her. He leaned in, closing his eyes as he kissed her softly. He kissed her with all the love and affection in the world. As they broke away he noticed tears had started to run down her face.

“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not start this again,” he murmured.

“I’m okay,” choked Wanda. She reached into her pocket to retrieve the tissue Nat had given her.

“Wait, it has POCKETS?!” Y/N exclaimed at this latest discovery.

“Duh!” She carefully dabbed at her face.

“That’s so cool,” Y/N’s face lit up as he took note of the pockets on either side of Wanda’s dress.

She smiled. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah…you?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled down at her. It was almost impossible to think that in less than an hour Tony would pronounce them husband and wife. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.

“I’ve got butterflies in my stomach,” she whispered.

“Me too,” he confessed. They both giggled, staring at each other for what simultaneously felt like an eternity and no time at all.

“Earth to lovebirds!” Tony yelled from the back porch. “We gonna get this show on the road or what?”

Y/N groaned. “Remind me again why he’s officiating our wedding…”

“Because it was either him or Thor,” Wanda reminded him.

“Right. Yeah. Good call.”

“Well, I guess I should go,” sighed Wanda. “See you at the other end of the aisle!”

As she walked back towards the house, Y/N noticed her flick her wrist. Suddenly something caught the corner of his eye. Turning his head he saw that Wanda had conjured a flight of monarch butterflies around him. He chuckled to himself as a butterfly landed on his outstretched hand.

“I’ll be waiting.”

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