There just isn't much fanfic for Arny that's...normal(to me)? Or just fluffy and with a lack of content. I also have never written a fanfic before so we are not going to talk about how quickly I write chapters/how short those chapters are, ok? I cri...
(This chapter is dedicated to my friend Abby and is longer than their schlong! Happy Birthday! I know it didn't come out on your b-day but this is part of your gift lol)
ALL the boys decided to visit me a week after those creeps since they were in town for a con, just so we could all chill and they even convinced me to go to the beach... honestly only got convinced because Pete said he'd let me bury him and make him into a mermaid.
They all knock on my door at the same time, making me jump but answer the door in my bikini. I was gonna put on a tshirt real quick but they beat me to it.
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All five of them just... stare at me.
"You pervs!" I roll my eyes and let them walk in, grabbing a massive tshirt and slipping it on over my bathing suit.
Danny chuckles, "listen, you may be fam but you looking like bae right now." He jokes and gives me a big hug to say hi.
"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm just so hot that you all gotta stare at my tits." I joke back and give him his hug. Then I hop up and sit on my counter, grabbing my peanut butter and fluff sandwich I made so I ate something substantial today.
"Our bad," Will chuckles and leans on the the counter to the side.
"I'm not sorry, you look hot as shit," Brandon laughs softly but is genuinely trying to be nice.
"Yeah, ok. King Perv."
Pete walks over to me and leans between my two legs, "can I have a taste?" He is joking and talking about my sandwich but I get right in his face, nose to nose and right in his personal space as I stare into his soul.
"You think you could handle a taste, Petey-boy?" I smirk and he immediately panic, his voice shooting up two octaves as he whacks me with is towel.
"YOU ARE A FUCKING DIRTY BASTARD!" He's laughing but also as red as a tomato, like he looks like he's gonna spit out ketchup.
Arny looks at me amused but just pets little Sukuna, minding his own damn business like the smart man he is.
"Careful, guys, y/n gets a god complex in bikinis and some flip flops." Danny laughs but he knows he's right.
"Okay, lemme get my beach bag and we can go off to cook ourselves alive on tiny sand and shell particles that will end up in my ass crack even if I wasn't sitting in it." I hop down, finishing off my sandwich and grab my beach bag with all the essentials in it:
-a speaker -spray and cream sunscreen -sunglasses -extra sunglasses -extra hair ties and headbands -two towels -a small blanket -granola bars -portable charger -volleyball -bouncy/kick ball -a book(Currently Pride and Prejudice) -a pocket for my phone, wallet, and plastic baggies for shells
