(Bear with me on Will being in this chapter, but it's to bash him I promise. He's also not going to physically be in this chapter, only mentioned and then attacked in a fan fiction way.❤️ We do not stan him and his lousy excuses for leaking someone's nudes and basically using his platform to intimidate someone!
Also so sorry this is VERY short. I don't think Will deserves a full 3,000+ word chapter lol)
A month later
I wake up on Arny's couch to the biggest slobbery kiss all over my face from Apollo, "ah, noooo! No kisses, Apollo." He does not accept my denial and instead kisses my face more. Arny laughs from a bit away, making me sit up and sleepily rub my eyes. "Have you been watching me sleep, creep?"
He knows I'm teasing but he still pouts as he answers, "of course not! I just got here."
"Mhm, suuuure." I stand and waddle over to him, "now, let me make breakfast for you?" It sounded like a question out loud, but really this is a command and if he disagrees, I will strap him to a chair and let me cook him a fucking pancake.
"You don't have to-," He starts but I threaten him with a spatula and make him stop, "wow, you know what, that sounds like a great idea! Thank you, (y/n/n)!" Arny leans on his counters, waiting to help. This bitch.
Why does he think I'll ask him for help with reaching the stuff he hid on the top shelves?
So... turns out, ya girl needs some help. Will I be informing him of this? Lol no. I open all of his cabinets as I make banana nut pancakes and some hash browns, knocking shit down with the tips of my fingers and catching them. I refuse to ask this dickhead.
"Do you need some help with teaching that?" His irritatingly calming voice questions from the counter across from what I'm grabbing.
"No, what gives you that idea?" I accidentally knock the container back just out of reach because of course I did... and then... the most disgustingly fan fiction thing imaginable happens...
I feel a warmth press against my back and see a hand reach up and bring down what I need, setting it in front of me. Oh dear jesus... I can't blush! I blush. Fuck! Please don't notice the pink. "Your ears are turning pink, bunny," he mumbles barely an inch from my ear. I'll just stop fucking asking for shit to not happen.
"N-no they're not," I cringe visibly at the smallest stutter that just left my mouth. Bruh. "And don't call me that," reaching back to smack his chest, I don't realize just how close and end up smacking air then his ear on the recoil.
"Ouch. Jeez, fine," he grumbles but I can feel the smirk that he has on his face before he pulls away.
"You're evil," I turn to the pancakes and potatoes cooking with my back to Arny the whole time.
"I know." Arny goes off to start a show or movie for when we eat.
Time Skip to After Eating
We end up watching Madagascar, Arny voicing the three lemurs here and there to make me laugh. During the movie we both chill on our phones and scroll twitter with full bellies.
And then...
I see it...
Something that makes my stomach drop.
No... he didn't...
"Arny."
"Yes?" He looks from Alex biting Marty's ass, a bit concerned from my tone.
"Um..." I can feel my face going red as I get angry very quickly, showing him the tweets and @s that are coming through.
He sits in silence for a second until, "that fucking cunt! I knew he was a dick!" Arny stands up and starts pacing, "I only tolerated him around you because you invited him."
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