Maniacal Me - Helmut Zemo

Maniacal Me - Helmut Zemo

Alright so, this is something I wrote. Not gonna say why cause that's my fuckin' business. But if you're even the slightest bit squeamish, absolutely skip this one cause it's the darkest thing I've even written in my life so...yeah

Warnings: MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING, mentions of sexual assault, roofies, Dark!Zemo (but not towards Reader), revenge, extreme violence and graphic descriptions of torture, stalking, drugging, castration, and sounding as a form of torture

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Zemo's mouth upturned into a fond smile as he heard the front door to his house open and close, signaling that you were finally back from your night out.

Zemo marked his place in the book he was reading, sitting up from the couch to greet you as you made your way deeper into the home, slightly furrowing his brows as you barely even noticed him walked towards you, only looking up at him as he spoke up, "How was your night, Liebe?" He asked softly, instantly noticing how you were stumbling in your heels.

Your gaze was distant as you replied, "Good. It was good. I'm just...really tired." You chuckled weakly just barely slurring your words, leaning up against the wall of the foyer to remove your heels, sighing as your feet were finally free.

"My, how much did you drink?" Zemo asked in amusement.

You shrugged. "Only like, a few shots...and a beer, I think."

"Huh..." He hummed in thought, "You don't usually get wasted from that little. Here, let me help you to bed." And as he got close to hold on to your waist, that's when he smelled it; another man's seed. His heart rate quickened immensely as you soon fell limp in his arms, soft snores escaping your mouth, fear filling his senses.

Zemo's eyes started to fill with angry tears as he undressed you from your outfit, seeing bruises in the shape of fingerprints scattered along your thighs, bite marks along your collarbone, and a small trace of blood along your inner thighs. He felt sick as rage placed itself in the pit of his stomach, slowly growing and rising up into his throat until he had no choice but to let it out. He yelled out in pain, punching the first thing that he saw; a mirror, hearing it shatter and cut into his fist, but he didn't feel it. All he felt was pure, searing hot anger.

Zemo stayed by your side all night, well into the late morning, anxious for you to wake. He had cleaned himself up, and the broken glass that littered the floor, the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about him. Your soft sleepy sighs made him perk up, on high alert as you slowly sat up in bed, stretching your arms and squinting your eyes as the sunlight hit your face. "Hey..." You smiled sleepily, Zemo's presence instantly comforting you.

"How are you feeling?" He asked cautiously.

You weren't entirely sure. You had a slight ache in between your legs and your legs were sore, but that could've just been because you pushed yourself to dance along with every song that came on the club stereo; but as for the ache, you had no memory of what could've caused that, unless... "Did we have sex last night?"

Zemo's eyes were downcast, his hands balled up into fists, but he was determined to keep his face neutral. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

You tried thinking back; you remembered meeting your friends and having a good time, you remembered taking those shots, but somewhere during the night, it started to become a blur. The last thing you remember was sipping on that beer...eyes slightly widening as you realized, short flashes of memories in your eyes, remembering a man. He was trying to flirt with you, but you paid him no mind. You don't remember seeing him at all after rejecting him, but then how come the memories flashing in your eyes where ones of him?

You felt Zemo grab ahold of your hand as you started to cry, his so soft, warming your cold one, his brows furrowed and a deep frown adorning his face. "Liebling..." He whispered so softly, you could barely hear him. "What did he look like?" He asked, a more stern tone to his voice, his eyes glossed over.

You slightly shook your head, trying to remember his face causing you physical and emotional pain. "I can't...I-"

"It's okay. Take your time."

You tried your best to describe the man from last night, your voice trembling terribly as you recounting all the bits and pieces that were coming back to you. You recalled him telling you his name, but only his first. But with the description paired along with the one name, Zemo had all the information he needed to know to find this monster. "I wish I was there to protect you, I'm so sorry that I wasn't. But I promise, I'll make sure that this never happens again. Ever."

Zemo shifted in his seat impatiently, his eyes trained on the front entrance of the club like he was hypnotized. And he was, in a way. So focused that it almost felt like he was.

He watched as various people walked in and out of the double doors, laughing and smiling or some clearly too drunk to walk in a straight line. But then, he finally spotted him, the waste of a human being that assaulted you. He was finally leaving the club, a random's arm around his shoulder, head swaying side to side and barely standing on her own two feet. Fuck, he was doing it again, not even two days after you. Oh, Zemo was going to enjoy this.

Getting out of his car, Zemo closely trailed behind your assailant, following him into a dark alleyway. His expression darkened as he saw the man feeling up the woman in his arms, kissing on her neck as she weakly pushed against him, her eyes involuntarily fluttering open and closed, in and out of consciousness.

With heavy steps, Zemo stormed over to the man, grabbing onto his shoulder and pushing him off the drugged woman, the force so powerful that he stumbled over and fell on his ass on the damp concrete. Zemo quickly called over Oeznik, giving him the go ahead to tranquilize the fallen man. "Put her up in a nice hotel room, a suite, if it's available. Make sure no harm comes to her." He ordered sternly, helping her over to the parked limo and gently placing her in the backseat.

"Are you sure you don't need any more help, sir?" The elderly man asked.

"No, thank you. I'm quite capable of handling this trash by myself." As the limo drove off, Zemo turned to look down at the now unconscious man, smirking darkly. "You're gonna wish you had never been born."

Unlike how gentle he was with the woman, Zemo handled the man roughly, dragging him by one of his ankles. Hogtying his limbs, he forcefully stuffed him in the trunk of his car, subtly admiring the way the body contorted unnaturally to fit in such a small, confined space. He would definitely be sore when he woke up, but that'll be nothing compared to what Zemo had planned.

Zemo watched with an amused smirk as the man finally came into consciousness, his expression twisting into that of extreme discomfort. Upon seeing Zemo sitting comfortably in a seat in front of him, casually sipping on a glass of whiskey, his eyes frantically looked at his surroundings. He was chained up to a wooden torture cross, the wood old and splintering, digging into the man's back through his clothes. "Hey man, who the fuck are you? Where the hell am I?" The man asked angrily, only noticing his restraints as he tried to pull on them, his eyes slowly growing in fear and his breaths turning into heavy pants.

Zemo chuckled darkly. "Now, now, you're in no position to ask me questions, and so rudely as well. As you can probably tell, unless you're as stupid as you look."

"Please, just, where am I?" He almost begged.

Zemo narrowed his eyes as he deliberated his approach, but decided to entertain the man first. "We're in one of my warehouses, just on the outskirts of Riga."

"What do you want from me?"

"What do I want?" Zemo snickered, giving the chained up man the most condescending look he could've possibly mustered. "What I want, is to know why you go around drugging woman?" The man's eyes widened comically, starting to shake his head until Zemo backhanded him, his head snapping to the side briefly. "Don't you dare play coy, I saw you last night."

"Dude, you don't understand. She was into me, she was flirting with me all night. She wanted it."

"Oh, did she now? Then how come she could barely even stand as you walked her out of that club?" The man stayed silent, Zemo nodding and pacing back and forth in front of him. "Lucky I was there when I was, but unfortunately, I couldn't protect all the other woman you must've done the exact same thing to. You're already a fucking scumbag, but you made the grave mistake of choosing one certain person as one of your victims, who just so happens, belongs to me. Two nights ago, you singled out a woman with her group of friends. She was wearing a dark blue dress, her hair done up perfectly, she was so beautiful. You tried flirting with her, but you couldn't take the fuckin' hint. So you spiked her drink when she wasn't looking...you raped her...and now, you're gonna die because of it."

The man quickly shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes as he finally seemed to grasp the severity of the situation, the skin his wrist rubbing raw as he kept trying to fight against the restraints. "No, man, please, it was an accident. A mistake, I promise!"

Zemo nodded as he started laying out his surgical tools on a metal tray that sat on a wooden table, situating the tray to sit right next to the wooden cross. "You accidently roofied her?"

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry! I'm...messed up. I know that. I was abused as a kid, man, I need therapy. I'll get help, I promise, just please don't kill me!" The man started to sob, mucus trailing down his face along with his thick tears, the pungent smell of urine permeating the air as he pissed himself out of fear once he saw the various terrifying looking instruments Zemo set up on a table.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet." Zemo held up one of his tools towards the ceiling lights, a slight smile coming to his face as the light hitting the metal made it glow. "I'm gonna take my time with you first. We're going to have fun."

Zemo placed on his thin rubber gloves. It was honestly the worst part, the starchiness of the material grating against his skin, but it put it out of his mind as he had a job to do. "So, how should we start, hm?" He taunted, looking the man up and down, hoping that he felt just as helpless as his victims. "I have some ideas, but I'd be open to hear some of your opinions, I am fair after all." The man just kept crying weakly, still trying to pull on his chains. "No suggestions then? Alright, fine. Good thing I have a well developed imagination."

Zemo started to feel a giddy feeling in his chest as he picked up a pair of pliers, the metal covered with dark brown leftover blood, rusting from the lack of use. He hadn't done this in a long time, he hoped he hadn't lost his touch. That would've been embarrassing.

Shrugging off his heavy coat and rolling up the sleeves of his dark purple sweater, he went to work.

Zemo would start with the man's right hand, wanting to make this as slow as possible, but not induce enough pain that he'd die. No, he had many ideas that he wanted to try and it wouldn't be worth experimenting if his subject was dead, now, would it? He started to smirk as the man made no effort in hiding his fearful whimpers as Zemo started to cut off his clothing with his knife, exposing his pale torso. "Please, I won't tell anyone about this. I'll pay you, just please, let me go." The man cried, clearly, too stupid to realize that nothing he said was going to stop this.

"Do I look like I need or want your money?" Zemo grinned darkly, surprising the man and himself when he jammed his knife in the flesh of his palm, a scream mixed with a sob escaping the man's throat. "Oh, sorry, that's not how I wanted to start this. Usually I have better control over my anger," He pulled the knife out of the man's hand with a grunt, another sob being released as the blood seeped out like a waterfall, dripping copiously onto the concrete floor. "My apologies." He coughed awkwardly, placing the knife onto the table delicately and pushing it away a little, to make sure he wouldn't do something so impulsively again. There was an art to this, Zemo knew that, and he'd be doing a great disservice if he was to rush through this with such carelessness. "Let me make up for my impulsivity."

Zemo reached up slightly so that he could reach the man's wounded hand, situating the previously discarded pliers so that his pinky sat in between the rusty metal, a rush of excitement bubbling in Zemo's veins as the man started to beg for mercy once again, immediately letting out a scream as Zemo slowly closed the pliers, hearing the piercing wet squelching sound as the layers of thin skin start to cut open, then a splintering noise echoing around the empty warehouse as the bones in his finger shattered and breaking until the small digit completely came off, falling to the floor. "Well, that was exhilarating." Zemo laughed breathlessly, picking up the bloodied finger and inspecting it. "One down." He smirked.

A sickening feeling grew in Zemo's stomach as he removed another digit from the man's fingers, not because of the way the bone crunching from the pressure of the instrument echoed around the warehouse; no, it was because some blood managed to splatter on him. He cringed and sighed in frustration, ignoring the screeching noises of pain coming from the man as his index finger dangled off the rest of his hand, barely hanging on by a thin piece of mangled skin. "You got blood on my favorite sweater. Well, at least I can hire someone else to do my laundry. I looked in your wallet and it was like a barren wasteland, no way you could pay for my laundry. I hope the stain can come out, at least. Oh well, I guess I could just buy a new one. God, see what you're putting me through? You could've spared me the waste of having to go shopping if you could've not been actual human garbage for once in your pathetic life."

Situating the rusty pliers on one of the man's toes, he slowly started to squeeze. "This little piggy went to market," Zemo started to sing over the man's painful animalistic wailing, his bones in his toe crushing and splintering inside his skin, hearing the tear as the toe came off completely. Zemo moved to the next one, "This little piggy stayed home." Another one removed. "This little piggy had roast beef, and this little piggy had none." Finally getting to his big toe, the one that would be the most struggle to remove, he laughed as the man continued screeching loudly. "And this little piggy went Wee Wee Wee," He sang over the man's screams, almost harmonizing with him, "all the way home!"

The man was dazed, almost falling unconscious from the immense pain he was in, but he was quickly perked up forcefully when Zemo threw cold water onto his person. "No sleeping just yet, sir. We still have much to do. Drink this. Slow." Zemo pushed a bottle of water up to the man's lips, him immediately gulping it down and coughing as it went down the wrong tube briefly. "I told you to drink it slowly. You never listen, huh?"

"Please..." The man choked out weakly, "just kill me..."

Zemo smiled softly, contrasting his dark eyes. "Oh, you can't die just yet. Not when we're having so much fun. Are you not having fun?" He snorted when the man's bottom lip trembled, bursting out into tears yet again. "I attend to savor this. I'm only allowing myself one night so, we have to make it count, yes?"

Slowly twirling a scalpel in his hand, Zemo unbuttoned the man's pants, pulling down his boxers along with the pants. "What're you doing?" The man yelled angrily, getting a sudden second wind as his manhood felt threatened. "I'm not into dudes, you fuckin' psycho!"

"Oh, what? Do you think I actually wanted to rape you? Even I wouldn't stoop to that level, not even for people like you. No..." He smirked, "I have something better planned. I'll ask, do you have any last words for mini you down there?"

The man's eyes widened. "What?" He stuttered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm going to remove your balls, moron; like the dog that you are." Zemo said nonchalantly.

"No. No, no, please, don't!" The man balled hysterically, trying his hardest to escape his restrains, as if he hadn't try multiple times already and got nowhere.

"What's the problem? It's not like you're gonna have to live with no balls for the rest of your life, cause you're dying tonight, whether you like it or not. Plus, what's that when you've already lost your fingers and toes?" Zemo didn't give the man any time to reply, getting on his knees, duct taping the man's penis out of the way so he could have a better access to the testicles. "I'd say brace yourself, but I don't give a shit."

Without wasting another second, Zemo dug the scalpel into the sensitive flesh, trying to hold back his grin as the man continued to damage his vocal cords, a slight splash of blood landed on Zemo's face. "Haha..." He chuckled dementedly, focusing on his torturous surgery. "Don't worry, I'm almost done here." He said with a faux sympathy. "Aha-!" He exhaled sharply as he finally cut through the last pieces of skin that kept the man's balls attached to the rest of his body, falling in the palm of Zemo's hand. "Would you look at that?" He smiled approvingly, holding up the detached parts up to the man's pale and sweaty face. "I've got you by the balls." He giggled.

"Stop squirming, you're gonna mess up my perfect sutures." Zemo hissed, keeping a steady hand as he sewed up the empty space where the man's testicles used to be. "There, now hopefully, you won't bleed out faster."

Placing a thin metal rod onto an open flame, Zemo looked back at the sweaty broken man with an almost sympathetic smile. "Are you familiar with sounding? It's not too extremely common, but it's supposed to make cumming all the more pleasurable for a man. Unluckily for you, I don't have experience, so it'll be painful, especially when this rod is boiling hot." Zemo went to the almost dead man with the rod in hand. "Now, hold still, or else I might accidently stick it in wrong. Hm, it probably would've been easier if you could get hard. Maybe I should've saved the castration for last...oh well." Zemo grabbed a hold of the man's limp penis, forcefully inserting the rod into his urethra; the deep guttural moans of pain increasing in volume as it turned into sharp earsplitting screams, so loud that Zemo caught some blood seeping out of the man's mouth from his torn up vocal cords, hearing the weak sobs along with the sound of sizzling skin, burning from the inside out.

Zemo examined his work, nodding in approval. "Well, how is it for you?" He asked with a smirk, only to roll his eyes when he saw the man was passed out from the pure pain he was in. "God, so lazy, aren't you? Guess I'll have to wait until you wake up...again." But after an hour, the man didn't wake up and Zemo started to get impatient.

"Hey, wake up, arschloch." Zemo slapped the man's face roughly, only for it to jerk to the side limply. "Oh, come on. Really? You're gonna tap out now?"

Zemo couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over him as he felt the man's pulse, feeling no throbbing in his neck or wrists. He had more ideas he wanted to test out, and that was kind of annoying, but he was finally dead. A toxic weed plucked from a rose garden, never to destroy such precious flowers ever again...

You were worried for Zemo, he had been gone all night, not replying to your texts or phone calls. You were really praying that nothing bad happened to him, or he wasn't getting himself into any trouble on your behalf. But you were soon proven right in your worry when Zemo came through the front doors, covering in dry blood. "Oh my god, what happened to you?" You cried, running to him and looking him over. "Are you hurt?" You asked frantically, trying to find the source of the bleeding.

Zemo chuckled tiredly. "No, mien Schatz, I'm perfectly okay."

You furrowed your brows, the smell of so much blood making you dizzy. "Then, why are you covered in blood?"

"I found him...your attacker." Your whole body ran cold, finally realizing where all the blood came from. "I gave him what he deserved, and he'll never hurt you or anyone one else ever again. I made sure of it."

"What did you do?" You asked timidly, tears coming to your eyes.

Zemo shook his head slightly, smiling weakly. "It doesn't matter, precious." He reached up to caress your cheek, thumbing away one of your fallen tears. "All you need to know is that you're safe."

"You...you killed him? For me?" You looked at him incredulously, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to keep in your sobs.

"Of course I did, Liebling. You're the most important thing in my life, and I'd be damned if I let anyone who hurt you walk free. I'd do anything for you, lay down my life if need be. I love you more than life itself."

"I-" You started to shake in his arms, "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." Zemo kissed your forehead, his hands rubbing up and down your sides gently.

"You made sure you wouldn't get caught, right?"

Zemo snickered. "Who do you take me for, huh? Of course I did. Plus, it's not like anyone is gonna be looking for that barbarian anyway."

"God, I love you so much." You kissed him passionately, tasting the slightest hint of blood on his tongue, but you didn't mind it one bit. Zemo always promised to protect you, lay vengeance at your feet, and he always kept his promises.

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Don't say I didn't warn you

Yo, to the Anon who requested a Kenny (We're The Millers) imagine! I have an idea of what I wanna write, but it's very angsty one and I want to make sure you're okay with that since you didn't say if you wanted angst. If you don't, that totally okay! I can come up with something else

okayy!! i have a request for Kenny (We’re the Millers)

so instead of Melisa being Edie and Dons kid, the reader is their child and she obviously runs into the Miller family when they’re on the road and Kenny and the reader hang out all the time and they hang out at the fair (when the drug dealer gets caught by Don) and Kenny admits his feelings when he realizes he may never see her again

(and if you don’t mind it being overly long then maybe a part where they both get put into witness protection together and just go on cute dates together and just soft boy Kenny!! <33)

Oh god, I am so not good at fluff but I tried!! I love Kenny, but he's so hard to write for lmao

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"Time to hop on the super dandy party motorhome! Vamanos!" You cringed as your mother's high pitched voice echoed throughout the area, severely mispronouncing the Spanish word.

"Mom, please, stop trying to pretend like you know Spanish."

"Hey," Your father cut in, "your mother is the only one who thought to bring a Spanish dictionary on the road. She definitely knows more Spanish than you, sweetheart. Last time I checked, you don't know how to ask where the bathroom is."

"Alright, alright." You pouted, crossing your arms and burying your face in your phone. You loved your parents, but they could sure be annoying sometimes. You rarely ever got to go on vacations, much less with your own parents, so you tried to make the most of it. You would feel too guilty if you acted like a spoiled brat, plus, your parents would nip that in the bud as soon as you started to show sass.

Coming up to the border to cross back into the States, you jumped when you heard your father and mother taking turns honking the vehicle's horn, making a fool out of themselves. They were waving and shouting excitedly to the next motorhome over, making motions for them to roll their window down. Because of course, they had to introduce themselves just because they had a motorhome as well.

Sighing in embarrassment as your parents called you up front to say hi to the family in the next motorhome, your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw him: a handsome, green eyed, blond haired boy, his eyes glazed over as he looked at you with the same expression that must've been on your face. He was the most gorgeous human being you ever did see. You both waved awkwardly to each other, offering up small timid smiles. But that moment was too short-lived, they pulled up in front of the motorhome and after some inspection, they were on their way down the road.

It was just a fleeting moment, but it was enough to make you think about it for the rest of the trip, but you knew you'd never see him again; that is, until you soon found their motorhome of the side of the road with smoke rising out of the hood of the engine. "Oh my, Don, look who it is!" Your mother screeched, frantically pointing her finger. "Oh, we gotta help them!"

"What seems to be the problem here, fellas?" Your father asked once he exited the motorhome.

"Uh, smoke started rising from our engine." The father of the Millers said, nervously scratching behind his head, his son looking just as awkward.

"Well, there just so happens to be a garage nearby a ways. You're in luck, we have just the tool to hook y'all up to our motorhome so we can take ya there? How's that sound?"

"T-that sounds amazing. Thank you so much!"

Your eyes widened and a rush of heat quickly came to your face as the boy you had seen before entered your motorhome, your father insisting that they ride in yours as he drove them to the garage. "Hi." The boy stuttered, wearing a nervous smile. "Uh, is that seat taken?" He pointed on the small couch you were sitting on.

"Uh, no. Go ahead." You patted the seat next to you, trying to control your rapidly beating heart. "Sorry, what was your name again?"

"Kenny." He smiled, a very beautiful smile; and you gave his yours as well. "Nice to meet you, well, I guess it would be the second time technically."

After a little bit of small talk and picking up the rest of his family, you settled into a comfortable atmosphere with Kenny, playing on each of your own separate Nintendo DS. "So, you take trips with your family often?" You asked.

"Oh no, this is the first time we've ever traveled together." His eyes quickly widened as you gave him a confused look. "In a while!" He added. "First time in a while." He chuckled nervously. "We don't get out often."

"Us either. My parents usually have to take days off of work to even go out to dinner, so I understand that."

"Well, your parents seem cool." To that you scoffed. "Are they not?"

"They can be...eccentric."

"Rather that then no parents at all, I guess." He frowned.

"They have their moments, for sure. But you know how it is, the teenager always has to be rebellious in some way. At least, that's how most teenagers are. You don't seem like the type though. I mean, you look like you'd be really nice to yours parents. Make them coffee or breakfast in bed, that type of thing." You giggled, causing Kenny to blush and cast his gaze downwards. "I didn't mean that as a bad thing, it's sweet."

Kenny shrugged. "I've been picked on too many times to know that I'd never want to treat anyone else that way, no matter what. So, I guess that's sweet."

"Yeah, me too."

"You've been picked on too? A pretty girl like you? No way."

You blushed furiously, not used to compliments from someone other than your parents. "No one else seemed to think that in school. But I was picked on for more than my looks, just my interests seemed to bother people. It was mostly nerd or geek that got thrown at me in the hallways, even in classrooms when the teacher was teaching, sometimes they'd even laugh."

Kenny frowned. "It seems like we have a lot in common." He chuckled bitterly, but it made you smile.

You and Kenny talked a lot during the ride, getting to know each other and sharing interests, which the two of you happened to share most of them. You felt a little bad that the garage was closed for the day because of how happy you felt that you'd get to spend more time with this boy. You lived a very sheltered life, your parents being the way that they are; you knew you probably didn't have a realistic idea of romance, but man, you felt like you were in one of those cheesy romance movies. The way you both blushed when you caught each other's eye, or the way sparks seemed to fly at every accidental touch. It felt magical, if that kind of thing even existed.

Pulling in to one of the campsites that wasn't too far away from the garage, you started to get nervous as you knew what came with camping with your parents. Campfire songs, making up ghost stories, Pictionary, those were the tame ones. But thankfully, it was a simple game of Pictionary.

You eagerly waited for Kenny to start his drawing, finding yourself to start actually having fun even with your parents forcing all of you to play the game. He started off by drawing thick, black lines and everyone started shouting out their guesses, but your head snapped in the direction of his mother who started shouting, "A dick! Big, black dick! Black cock!" You had to hide your look of shock, but felt even more bad once you saw Kenny's embarrassed face.

Taking your time to really analyze the drawing, it finally clicked. "A skateboard?" You spoke over Rose's obscene guesses.

Kenny looked to you with a startled but thankful expression, allowing a small timid smile to adorn his face. "Yeah. Exactly." He chuckled breathlessly.

You felt heat quickly rise to your face as you noticed everyone around you was looking at you in shock, it's like you just figured out rocket science. "I suck at drawing, obviously." Kenny sat down beside you, the game coming to an abrupt end after his parents went off to talk in private.

You gave him a sympathetic smile. "You tried your best, that's all that matters. Sorry about my parents, forcing you all to play this silly game." You chuckled.

"Oh, no, I had fun. I wish I had parents like yours. Well, uh, not that they're bad or anything. We just don't really have those family game nights too often."

"You talk like your parents are gone all the time. Rose and David seem nice enough, but I don't have to live with them, of course. So, I shouldn't say anything, sorry."

"No, it's okay! I just wouldn't take your parents for granted."

You smiled. "I don't. I just feel like I need breathing space, is all." You started to blush when Kenny didn't respond, simply looking over your face like he was trying to memorize ever detail, the soft expression making the butterflies in your stomach to flutter. You were thinking about leaning in before he spoke again.

"Well, it's getting late, isn't it?" Kenny blurted, quickly standing up and you following his actions. "Sleep is important, you know!" He giggled nervously, giving you a friendly pat on the shoulder before walking away to your motorhome, stumbling slightly.

Was it something you said?

To say you were disappointed would've been an understatement. You really thought Kenny would go for the kiss, you wanted him to so very badly. But then again, you realized he wasn't the type to just go for it and neither were you, which complicated things. Your feelings for him were clear to you, even for the very short time you had gotten to know him, but your insecurity told you that maybe he didn't feel the same. Needless to say, you didn't get much sleep that night.

It was a bit awkward when you both had to part ways the next morning. Honestly, you didn't really want to even be seen because of your embarrassment, but your mother wouldn't let you be rude. You gave polite smiles and waves to the Miller family, not making eye contact with Kenny just to spare yourself from the ache you knew you'd feel if you did.

Over the course of the next couple days, you were still stuck in this funk that you couldn't seem to shake. All your thoughts were of Kenny. You spent most of the time sulking, much to your parents' dismay. They would try to get you to sing along with them whenever they burst out into song from various musicals, saying that you'd feel better after singing a song. But you just weren't up to it, it was annoying, and you rarely could ever turn down a sing-a-long. But alas, even when you stopped at the fairgrounds one of your last stops on the road trip, you didn't feel as excited as you normally would be. That was, until, you spotted Kenny in the crowd.

You didn't really believe in fate or destiny, but you couldn't deny some sort of force wanting you two to be drawn together. You felt your face heat up quickly once he spotted you yourself, a large goofy grin plastered on his face and making his way towards you. "Y/n, wow! Didn't think I'd see you here." Kenny laughed breathlessly, the beautiful sound making your heart beat rapidly.

"I didn't think I'd see you here either. A coincidence, huh?" You replied, wearing a weak smile. You weren’t the type to be petty, but your ego was still bruised from the other night. You honestly just felt like you wanted to crawl into a hole and die. “So, what are you doing here?” You quickly noticed the gauze taped to the inside of his elbow. “Are you okay?” You asked, your concern overpowering your pettiness.

Kenny looked down at his arm with wide eyes, almost forgetting that the gauze was still even there. “Oh, that!” He chuckled nervously. “I, uh, had to go to the emergency room…”

“What? Why?”

Kenny’s face reddened, the thought of retelling the story making a coil of embarrassment tighten in his gut. But with your face so deeply etched in concern, he couldn’t not tell you. “Nothing too serious, just got bit by a spider. But I’m okay now!”

“Goodness, glad you’re okay. I hate spiders. Where were you bitten?”

Kenny waved you off quickly. “Ah, that’s not important. Anyway, I’ve got some time to kill, wanna walk around together or something?”

“You…want to hang out?”

“Only if you’re up to it!” Kenny stuttered. Man, he was so cute. The hopeful smile on his face made you forget why you were even upset with him in the first place, so of course you agreed.

And just like how you and Kenny were those couple days ago, you both easily slipped back into that comfortable awkwardness with each other, sharing nervous smiles and giggles and terrible jokes that no one else would find funny but the two of you. You both rode the various rides that the fair had to offer, admiring the way everything lit up as the sun started to descend on the horizon. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket, a text from your mother saying that you had to come back to them soon so you could watch the fireworks as a family. You frowned, your day that turned perfect as soon as Kenny found you had to come to a close when all you wanted was for it to last forever.

“What’s the matter?” Kenny asked.

“I have to go soon. The fireworks are gonna start soon and my mom wants us to watch them together. Then it’s back on the road to head home.” You sighed, tucking your phone back in your pocket. “How about we ride the Ferris wheel before I leave?”

The seats in the Ferris wheel weren’t that spacious, the seat only holding two people at a time, so you had to fight the blush when you and Kenny had to sit side by side, your knees touching each other. But thankfully, even if you were blushing, the red lights would hide it. And Kenny, he was full on blushing, but you didn’t notice. He never thought knees touching each other could be so intimate, and yet… “I really wish you didn’t have to leave after this.” He whispered, barely audible over the carnival music and wind in your ears, but you heard, and it made your heart thump violently in your chest.

“Me too.” You admitted, causing Kenny to look at you with a sad smile, all the bright colorful lights in the fair collecting in his bluish green eyes, making them shine brilliantly. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly, but the Ferris wheel stopped and you both had to leave the seat. “Walk me back?” You asked with a hopeful expression, smiling when he agreed.

“Kenny? Where’ve you been, bud?” A voice called out, quickly recognizing the man as Kenny’s father, David. “Come on, we gotta go drop off these drugs before-” His eyes widened as he only just noticed you standing behind Kenny, the rest of his family coming to stand behind David.

“Drugs?” You looked at Kenny in confusion. “What’s he talking about?”

Kenny looked back and forth between you and David, his mouth agape and unable to speak. “Okay, I’ll just spit it out. They’re not my real family. We’re drug smugglers, Y/n, I am so sorry-”

“What?” You jumped as you heard your mother screech from behind you. “You all are drug dealers?”

“No, no, no, drug smugglers. There’s a difference!”

David quickly shushed everyone. “Look, he’s just been in the hospital, he’s all loopy from whatever they gave him. He doesn’t even know what drugs are, okay?” In the middle of his rant, a tall muscular man stood behind the fake family, his expression angry and it scared you. It only took a couple seconds for him to realize you and your mother were staring behind them in shock, and they all jumped back in surprise when they finally turned around to see the scary man. “Oh, you’re not dead. Thank God.”

The large man only responded by holding up his pistol, cocking the hammer. “He’s got a gun!” Your mother cried out, holding onto you tightly. He started to point the barrel at all of you until the door to your motorhome suddenly opened, your father quickly intercepting and knocking the man unconscious. 

“Y/n, go find a police officer.” Your father ordered as he ziptied the man.

You ran off immediately, but you didn’t get very far. Another man, significantly smaller than the other one, grabbed you by the forearm, trying to twist you around but you struggled and fought against him. But his grip only tightened painfully and you froze in place as he placed his own gun to your head, “Fight or make a sound, and I’ll pump you full of lead, girl.” You could only nod silently as he brought you back to the scene, tears in your eyes as you looked to your parents in fear, glancing over to see Kenny looking at you with almost the same amount of fear.

“Please don’t hurt her.” Your father begged after he gave up the gun he took from the fallen man, and his coffee mug. To your immense relief, the man holding you pushed you away and back into the arms of your parents.And after some back and forth between the Millers and the drug dealer, the fireworks finally started. Lucky for you all, the drug dealer got distracted and allowed for David to knock the gun out of his hand. But it felt like it was all over when the man pulled out another gun, aimed straight at David and about to pull the trigger, until Kenny punched him in the face.

You stared in shock as your father immediately went to tie up the man, unable to help yourself in thinking about how impressed you were with Kenny. 

With a soft smile, Kenny walked back to you with a confident stance. “Kenny-” You were quickly interrupted as he pushed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, very unexpected coming from sweet and timid Kenny. You made no effort to pull away, you didn’t want to, not when this was what you wanted for half a week now. He moved his lips against yours with expertise, but you didn’t even think to wonder how he learned how to kiss so well. Your eyes briefly opened in shock as he rolled his tongue against yours, you didn’t even know what he did, but you couldn’t help the quiet moan you let out as he made that pleasant move. “Oh…” You sighed as he finally pulled away, your eyes glazed over as you stared into his with admiration.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” Kenny chuckled breathlessly.

“Why didn’t you do that sooner?” You asked.

“Didn’t think you felt the same way, and I was scared. But considering you didn’t slap me, I guess that means you do feel the same. If you want to, I’d love to take you out on a proper date. You know, without the threat of death.”

“Of course.” You smiled, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his lips. But that smile quickly left your face as you saw your father’s disapproving stare. “Dad-” He brought his hand up and gave you that parent look, making you shut your mouth.

Your father looked Kenny up and down, sizing him up before speaking. “Now,” He started, “I normally wouldn’t allow my precious daughter to date a criminal, especially a drug smuggler…but, you helped save my family and that makes you alright in my book.”

He gave you and Kenny a small smile, barely seen under his thick mustache. “But unfortunately, I’m gonna have to place you under arrest…or, you could be a witness and testify against who made you do this. You’d all have to be placed under witness protection, but better that than a jail cell, right?”

It wasn’t an ideal circumstance, but you and Kenny made it work. After a few months, you were finally allowed to see him again. He finally took you on that date like he promised, and it was almost normal, like he wasn’t under witness protection. But that didn’t matter to you. All that mattered was that you got to spend time with him. He was the perfect boyfriend, even with all his endearing quirks, but it just made you care for him even more. 

Despite the odd way the two of you met and the illegal situation, you couldn’t have been happier.

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kenny is baby

After Hours pt.1 | Radioheads

A/N: So, this was originally a drabble request for Dylan x Ryan from @ultraintrovertedgryffindor, but I just couldn't fit it all into one little drabble. Therefore, I decided to cut it into 3 parts! Here's part 1, which essentially just sets up the whole scenario, so nothing too exciting here! Nevertheless, I hope y'all enjoy reading my awful writing 😭

(Not beta read).

Content Warnings: none, just pure sweetness and subtle flirting on Dylan’s part!

Word Count: 861 approximately

Part 1/3

It was no secret that some of the others often went off, sneaking around camp grounds after lights out, mostly Emma and Jacob. Nick would sometimes be led astray by Jacob too. Abi, Kaitlyn and Dylan not so much. Or so Ryan thought.

Ryan was called the boring one, the kiss ass who stuck to Mr. H like glue, doing whatever his peer told him to do. Though he didn't care what they thought all that much, the digging and remarks were constant enough to rattle him sometimes. Because little did they know, he'd wandered around camp after lights out before too.

He hadn't really formed much of a relationship with the rest of them. Him and Abi rarely spoke, Jacob and Emma were the two who most often pointed out his closeness with Mr. H, poking fun here and there. Out of everyone it was Kaitlyn and Dylan that treated Ryan less like a weirdo and more like a person. But somehow it still wasn't enough to prepare him for what happened one evening, a couple of hours before lights out.

"Hey." Dylan called out, approaching Ryan who was sat at the bottom of the staircase outside the lodge. "Whatcha doing?"

"Just catching a little of the sunset before it's too late," Ryan replied as he stretched his arms out above his head. "What brings you out here? I thought you'd be in the radio hut setting up final announcement," he added.

Dylan took a seat beside the other, taking his time to answer the question. There was, however, a scheming smile on his lips that had Ryan suspicious the second he noticed.

"An amazing idea just dawned on me and I wanted to see if you were game to join me."

Join him?

"Huh, I'm listening." Ryan said, turning to face Dylan a bit more. He really wanted to hear this 'amazing idea'.

Dylan’s grin only grew more mischievous.

"After lights out, I'm gonna sneak out to enjoy the camp without the rowdy kids." Dylan spoke softly, but the tone of mischief was ever present in his voice. "And I think you should come along."

Ryan took a moment to properly process the events Dylan intended to set up, then leaned back against the steps a little.

"Alright, the sneaking out part is standard. I've already done that a couple times by myself. But the way you're asking me alone to join you... kinda makes it sound like a date." Ryan made his conclusion, watching the corner of Dylan’s lips twitch, like he was trying to stifle a certain smile.

"You can call it that, if you really want to," Dylan said, "I was gonna call it two dudes getting to know each other, but whatever."

"Still sounds like a date." Ryan pointed out once again and Dylan sighed, standing back up as he gave the other a glazed over look.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'll leave it up to you, but I'll be at the fire pit once lights go out, either way." Dylan decided to leave it down to him, it seemed. He'd done his part and left the ball in Ryan's park.

Ryan was left perched in his same spot, watching Dylan walk away towards the radio hut, no doubt going to prepare for his last announcement of the day.

It would be a lie for Ryan to say he hadn't noticed Dylan looking at him since a couple of days into summer camp. All the little ways he'd try to show interest in him, taking random opportunities to come and say hi. He'd have to be a complete dumbo to not see there was some crushing going on.

Kaitlyn had also shown an interest, but hadn't made it as obvious. The attention wasn't something uncommon for Ryan, plenty of guys and girls had asked him out before. But that was in school and to be quite honest, he didn't expect it to happen at camp.

Either way, he now had a decision in his hands. Go with Dylan to the fire pit, or don't.

Was he interested? Yes, without a doubt. Dylan might appear to be your average wise cracking, smart guy with bad jokes galore. But Ryan was inclined to believe there was more to him than meets the eye.

With all this going through his mind, Ryan stood up from the position he'd been sat in for a little too long now, his legs stiff and back aching. It'd be time to settle for the night soon and right on cue, Dylan’s voice came through the radio hut speaker, spreading out across the camp grounds.

"Alrighty Hacketteers, it's time to pack up for the day! Head on up to your cabins, brush your teeth and get your jim-jams on before some well deserved rest."

Something about Dylan’s announcements had the ability to make those listening smile. The bountiful charisma probably had something to do with it, the chirpy cadence to his voice.

Watching all the kids squirm and scramble to say goodnight to each other before rushing to their cabins, Ryan headed on over to the cabin he was staying in, suddenly feeling quite a thrill. Maybe spending some one on one time with Dylan won't be so bad at all.

Flickering Lights That Keep You Alive

(Gally x Reader)

Requested by anon. As you guys may have noticed, I normally use “You” in my fics, but I’m gonna switch to third person for this one, just because it made more sense. I had a blast writing this. My feelings are all over the place lol Enjoy!

Gally didn’t know where he was. His head was coursing with buzzing static, his body feeling unnaturally heavy, like he was slowly being crushed under a pile of bricks. He couldn’t even tell whether he was holding onto whatever little speck of life he still had in him or just slipping further into death’s waiting arms. If it was the latter, then dying was a much longer process than he’d ever imagined.

Through a brief glint of consciousness behind his closed eyes, Gally wondered if he was still on the floor of that bloodied lab, alone, barely breathing and likely living out his final seconds.

However, the voices that vaguely reached his ears like a distant hum quickly made him realize that he was definitely not alone.

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