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wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse · 4 years ago

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Volunteer Part 2 (Pre-Serum Steve x Fem!Reader)

PART 1 MASTERLIST

Word count: 3075 (yes it is much longer than the first part but idc)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, fluff

Summary: Read part 1 if you haven't, now it is time for that date he promised hehe

I checked the clock. Damn, already 7:00.

"Dr. Erskine," I called, "I have finished all my work for the night. Am I good to go?"

He looked up distractedly, running through some calculations. "Yes, dear, have fun with that Rogers boy," he said in his thick accent.

I grabbed my coat and bag, yelling back, "He's not a boy, he is a man."

I heard him chuckling as the door swung shut. I walked down many hallways and once I reached the front I nodded to the secretary, and she handed me the keys to the locker room.

"Here ya go sweet, have fun on that hot date! The Lord knows you need to get out sometime," She said jokingly. I laughed, feeling surprisingly nervous about this. Nervous, but excited.

I unlocked the locker door and threw my bag on the floor. I was going to be late if I did not hurry. I pulled out my dress and quickly took off my skirt and blouse. I stepped into it, pulling it up all the way to my shoulders, it was a bit of a splurge but it was worth it, I could tell. It was a halter-style neckline, with periwinkle gauze wrapping around the neck, and it came down just past my knees. It complimented my skin very nicely and was perfect for dancing.

I ran back out to the lobby, and Darlene, the secretary gasped in surprise. "Holy mackerel, don't you look ready to cut a rug!" I turned around and she helped me zip up the dress. "Make sure to show me the final look, I might stick around a bit longer just to see it!"

I smiled back, "Oh you might just faint when you see what I have put together!"

I ran back into the locker room, pulling my makeup out of my bag. I rarely used it, but it was a rare occasion. I did not need to do my hair, just taking out a couple of pins to let it loose, rolling down to my shoulders. Then I grabbed my powder from out of my bag. I did not like to use the foundation there was available, and besides, it was far too expensive, especially during this time. I brushed the slightest hint of brown over my eyelid, pressing it down with my finger. Now onto the eyebrows. I screwed the top off of my vaseline, and with a small brush, combed it out to make it neater. I plucked a couple of hairs, just to make it smooth. I put a bit of mascara on, running all the clumps out with a brush. Then some of my favorite rouge that I wore quite often, brushing it on to the apples of my cheeks. Lastly, my red lipstick. I swiped it on, smudging it out just a little bit. I looked in the mirror, making sure everything looked fine. Lastly, I grabbed my clutch. I had already packed it with everything I needed, and I shoved my bag in my locker. I could pick it up tomorrow.

I walked out into the lobby at 7:55, dressed to the nines and ready to dance. Darlene was still at her desk, but this time she was on the phone.

"Yes dear, you can go out, but don't get mixed up with a doll dizzy or a swigger, be a good girl, okay bye," She hung up the phone, looking at me. "Sorry dear, that's just the daughter. Now, don't you look killer diller! That boy that's taking you better grandstand you around!"

I smiled nervously. "Man, actually. And thank you, Darlene, I appreciate it. Now tell me, how do you calm the jitters, because I am shaking like a leaf!"

Darlene laughed. "Oh dear, well there never is any surefire way is there. I don't think you have any reason to be nervous, you look like a doll, and that man will be dumbstruck. Just enjoy yourself while you're still this young."

I grinned, and then the clock struck 8:00. "Well, I better go, thank you for the help, Darlene!"

As I opened the door, she called back, "Of course dear, now have a nice night!"

It was a bit cold outside, especially for a spring night. But it felt nice. And then turning around a corner, was Steve, along with one of his friends who had brought a girl along. They were linked, arm in arm and Steve was standing awkwardly next to them as if he was unsure of what to do. I waved over at them and his face lit up. I began to walk towards them, and the introductions began.

"Hello," I politely greeted the other two, "I'm y/n."

"So I've heard," the other soldier said, giving a not so sly wink at Steve. He seemed very confident. "I'm James, but call me Bucky, and this is Betty here." The girl wrapped in his arms smiled and waved. "So you're a fan of the 51 club huh?" Bucky asked.

"Oh yes," I replied, "I went there once with a group of girls, it was quite fun."

"Well, let's get out of this cold and head to it!" Bucky said loudly. Yep, definitely a cocky soldier. Bucky and Betty started walking ahead of us, leaving Steve and me alone. His cheeks were quite red, and I figured he had never been on a date before.

He cleared his throat. "You look very nice," He said nervously.

"Why thank you, Steve," I replied, and deciding to be a bit confident, linked my arm with his. "Now tell me about yourself." And so he did. The walk was only about 15 minutes, but I could tell he was much calmer once we reached it. He told me stories of his childhood, how close he and Bucky were, why he wanted to join the military. His eyes lit up when he talked about it, making me happy to see him this way. It was very different from the pale, shaking, small man in the clinic.

The sign was lit up, and the windows lights were glowing, showcasing the happy people dancing inside. What a place this was. The bubbling of the crowd swelling and waning. Many of the men were in their uniforms. This was a hotspot of activity, and it was sure to be a good time. Steve began to shrink a bit from my side at the crowd, but I pulled him back.

"Didn't you promise me a dance?" I said jokingly, closing the gap between us. He gulped, looking nervous, but with a hint of a smile on his face. He carefully placed his hand on my waist, and another in my hand. I let him lead me to the dance floor, but he stopped short a bit.

"Would this be the worst time to tell you that I'm not the best dancer?" Steve said, fully smiling this time.

I scoffed. "Well, there's always a time for something new!" So I took the lead, showing him through a couple of easier steps. Luckily he got the hang of it fairly quick, only stepping on my feet a couple of times. The music got livelier, and the dancing got faster. We were spinning around the dance floor, everything else was a blur but him and me. He was glowing, looking the healthiest I had ever seen him, and it suited him well. The song ended, and we were laughing, actually laughing.

"Well Mr. Rogers, I'd say you did very good." I congratulated him, surprised at how quickly he was learning.

He looked down bashfully. "Well, I had a good teacher." He looked back up at me with a surprising intensity in his eyes. "Would you like to get a drink?"

I nodded, and he grabbed my hand, heading towards the bar. We got some drinks, danced some more, and had a good time. After a couple of dances, my feet grew tired, especially since I had a long day at work. Steve could tell.

"How about we sit down for a bit," he suggested. I agreed quickly and we found a table in the back corner, farther away from the crowd. I could start to feel some of the drinks kicking in.

"So we've talked about me, now what about you? How long have you lived here?" This took me a bit aback, most of my few dates always talked about themselves and their accomplishments, and never mine.

"Oh, I grew up in this sort of area, and I went to school to become a doctor. My parents helped me a lot of the way through it, so I would not even be here tonight on this lovely date with you if it weren't for them. They moved away once I had gotten this job with Dr. Erskine, so now I live alone. But it is still fun, Dr. Erskine is a great mentor." I babbled on and on, about what it was like to work there, what my hobbies were, who my favorite sports teams were. And he just sat there, eagerly listening. He wanted to hear what I was talking about, and he was genuinely interested. We had fierce debates and deep conversations. I didn't realize how late it was getting until Bucky walked over to us.

"C'mon lovebirds, it's time to go. It's already almost midnight." He strolled back to his date, but turned back to us and lifted his hat. Steve and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Is he always like that?" I said, clutching my sides.

Steve had a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, like the whole I am a soldier woopity-doo." He imitated his voice very well, and then deepening it said, "Well m'lady, we should probably get out of here." He bowed and offered a hand, making me giggle. He escorted me out just as they began dimming the lights. There was barely anyone left.

"Wait," I said to Steve, pulling him back to the dance floor. "One last dance? I know that this is your last night here." He smiled and nodded. A slow song came on and he pulled me close, closer than before. (A/N for this moment let's just make Steve taller even though he is short, just pretend) I rested my head on his chest as we swayed back and forth to the music. We just let the music play, in each other's arms. It felt like heaven. All too soon the music ended, making us stop.

"How did you know this was my last day," He whispered, leading me outside.

I smiled. "It was on your files you goof. Remember, I was there when you got recruited."

Steve flushed a bit but stayed quiet. "May I walk you home?" he asked politely.

I nodded, suddenly a bit shy. The wind kicked up again, brushing softly against our legs. I shivered, from the cold, I could not tell.

"Steve, where do you live?" I blurted out, not really thinking about how that sounded.

He looked at me with a mixture of shock and amusement. "I'm sorry?" he said.

"Oh, oh that did not sound the way I meant. I mean, how far is your place from mine? I would hate for you to walk far and catch a cold in this wind." I stuttered, a bit embarrassed.

He scratched the back of his head, smiling at me. "Well, y/n, I live at 569 Leaman Place, in Brooklyn."

I stopped, turning to look at him. "Steven Grant Rogers, you did not tell me that you live so far away. It will take you a while to get home!"

He looked amused at my outburst. "First off, how did you know my full name, and also, I will be fine, I always turn out okay."

I huffed. "Okay, fine. We'll do it this way. First off, the FILES, remember. And second off, no, you won't be fine. This is your last day here and I will not let you get a cold."

By now, we had already reached my apartment, but still, our bickering continued.

"Well then what would you propose?" Steve said exasperatedly, feigning annoyance.

"Well," I said. "I have an idea. You won't think it proper, but I don't care. Come inside, let's get warm."

I unlocked my door and motioned for him to come in. He looked slightly dumbstruck, probably not expecting me to invite him in. It was nice and toasty, and I already felt much better than I did out in the wind. I could tell Steve did too, he had more color in his face, and his breathing was not as labored.

"Here's what I'm thinking. You spend the night here and leave early in the morning so that you don't miss the timing. How does that sound?" I questioned. I know it seemed wrong to let him stay here, especially since we had only been on one date. But I trusted him.

"Hmm, I don't know. Buck might be worried if I don't show up at home. And I would never want to impose. This is a kind offer, but it is too much." I started to protest, but he said, "This is very sweet of you y/n. But I don't think I will."

He started to grab his coat, but I stopped him. "Steve," I said softly, "Please stay. I don't want to seem so forward, but please stay with me." He looked astonished, clearly not expecting this from me. He pulled me into a hug, the softest, warmest hug, and groaned.

"Ugh, fine I'll stay," he spoke in a joking manner, making me giggle. But then he looked me in the eyes with that same intensity I saw earlier. My heart started racing, and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach. Yeah, I could definitely feel the drinks. He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine, slowly, softly. And then he pulled back suddenly, his eyes wide.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, please forgive me, I've never done that before, I'm sorry," he kept on repeating. I rolled my eyes, pulling him back into a kiss to get him to stop talking. This one lasted a bit longer, and he melted into the kiss. His hands hesitantly touched the nape of my neck, the other one reaching the small of my back. He pulled me a bit closer in the embrace and slightly deepened the kiss. I giggled, and he pulled back again, but this time with a dazed look. I brought my hand to his cheek, and he leaned into it, still with cloudy eyes. He blinked, looking back at me.

"Woah," He said, "Is it always like this?"

I laughed louder this time, still wrapped in his arms. "Well, I wouldn't know. But no, I don't think it is." He took my hand off of his cheek and put it against his lips, pressing a light kiss to it. I reluctantly pulled out of his arms, going to get some blankets for him to use. When I returned to the living room, he was still standing in the same spot.

"C'mon Steve, make yourself at home." He moved to sit down on the couch, looking at me intently. The damn butterflies returned. "You know what, I don't care anymore. That sofa is horrible, you wouldn't get a wink of sleep on that thing. And God knows you need sleep."

He cocked an eyebrow at me, possibly guessing where this was going. I began walking out of the room. "Follow me if you want a good night's rest," I called back, hearing soft footsteps walking towards me.

I opened the door to my clean bedroom. I am glad I have a queen, that will make things easier. I turned to Steve, whose mouth was slightly agape. "Uh, y/n, do you expect me to sleep in there..? With you...?" He cleared his throat nervously, his face flushing.

I also looked down, but screw it, he needed sleep. "Yes, I do. If you are to be in the military you must expect to be sharing a room, or even a bed with your comrades. This will be good training. And also, I don't want you to be chilly in the front room, besides, the couch is terribly uncomfortable, and you need a good night's rest. Now, if it makes you feel better, I will sleep on the couch."

He protested, "No, I would not want you to be uncomfortable either. I do not mind. It is your apartment after all. I will sleep on the couch."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Steve's arms, pulling him onto the bed next to me. I planted a soft kiss on his cheek, and then his lips. "Stop being so formal," I mumbled against his lips. "I will be taking a shower. You can use it after me, and then I can try to find some pants that might fit you." I walked out of the room before he could protest again.

The shower warmed up quickly, but nothing compared to the warmth of being in Steve's embrace. I giggled at myself, already so serious for him, even though I had only known him for 2 days. But it felt like I had known him all my life. And it was amazing. I toweled off and changed into the modest pajamas I owned.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Steve in the bed already, fast asleep. I chuckled to myself. I kept him up probably much longer than he was used to. I slid under the covers on the other side of the bed, as quietly so as not to wake him. He rustled a bit, but then fell back into a deep slumber. I scooted a bit closer to him, resting my body on the back of his. (A/N, Yes you're the big spoon, Steve will almost always be little spoon bcs he's steve) I close my eyes, letting the soft breath of his lull me to sleep.

A/N, Part 3 is in the works, and now that I look at this, there are most likely going to be three more parts depending on how my brain wants it to go. So let me know if you want me to tag you in the next part to make things easier! Thank you for reading!

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Goof Week: Goofy Birthday Shortstacular!

Hyuck all you happy people! And HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOOFY! The celebration already got on track today with a look at the two part goof troop pilot. You can find that here.

That review kicked off GOOF WEEK my weeklong look at all things Goofy, but as is tradition on this blog the birthday of one of the big three wouldn’t’t be complete without a look at their theatrical shorts career. And with this one i’ve covered all three of Disney’s biggest stars having covered Donald last june (and will again next month) and Mickey in September so it’s long overdue that my boy gets a shot and even longer overdue I watched some of his classic shorts.

A large part of why I started doing these is because I love classic theatrical shorts and the reason I love looking at the Disney ones is, unlike Looney Toons or Tom and Jerry, I didn’t grow up with these and Disney never replayed them. At most you’d get one or a small slice of one in a House of Mouse episode. So this is a fun way to dive right into history and see a piece of Disney I’ve only started scratching the surface of.

This is a fun one too. I ended bumping this up to 12 shorts again, and i’m glad as it allowed me to take a look at some of the weirder stuff and we go all over the place: We have dancing, goofy begging for a smoke, goofy devlopnig a split personality that calls him fat a bunch, a prototypical max who is a LOT, trips to medevil times and cowboy times, a tex avery esque noir short, and the lead in short to National treasure. If any of that sounds like a real good time to you, then keep reading under the cut!

Mickey’s Revue (1933)

Goofy was created by his VA Pinto Colvig, who based the character on the local happy go lucky moron from his home town, and after a dicussion with Walt it was decided to roll him into Mickey’s growing supporting cast.

My guess from here is they decided to do a dry run to make sure the character worked with audeinces before giving him a full time roll. Given Goofy’s been both a staple of Mickey’s supporting cast and often more popular than the mouse or even the duck, you can see how that went.

Colvig was awesome. While Bill Farmer is my preferred Goofy, I still tip my hat to the original and it’s clear this was a character he was born t play and it shows: a lot of characters take a short or too to really find their personality. Goofy.. has his early shorts persona straight out of the box> The only weird thing is he’s an ol dman here.. but otherwise his schick here, loudly eating peanuts, laughing a bit too loud and annoying everyone around him with no genuine malice.. that’s Goofy and Pinto really hit onto something and as we’ll see today had a TON of range beyond this.

As for the rest of the short.. it’s forgetable. It’s not BAD, but it’s just Mickey and friends capering on stage. Nothing really out of the oridnary for these early Mickey Shorts, especially since some of them could get really damn creative.

The Whoopee Party (1933)

Now we have Goofy’s first proper appearance, going from joke character in the crowd to full member of Mickey’s friend group.

This one is also just okay, but better than the last: Mickey and friends throw a wild party, with Mickey, Goofy and Horace making the sammiches. Goofy dosen’t do much btu gets a good gag or two, and overall it’s alright. Enjoyabl efor it’s lively animation and not much else.

Goofy and Wilbur (1936) Three years later we get Goofy’s proper debut, a cute short about him using his Cricket friend to fish. That’s not the exestitnal nightmare that it sounds like mind you as Wilbur simply tricks them into Goofy’s net an donly gets eaten when they catch on and Goofy runs to his aid. The short really is more about Wilbur but it’s fair: like with Donald , who was paired with Pluto in his first solo short, they wanted to test the waters before having Goofy carry a cartoon himself. As we’ll see he very well could, but it’s fair to want ot backdor pilot it first and it’s easily one of the best shorts of today’s batch.

How to Play Baseball (1937)

First off while they make a good effort I already know how ot play baseball short...

How To Play Baseball is my faviorite of the Goofy Shorts on Disney Plus, which is a VERY small batch. Especailly since most of Today’s shorts aren’t at all problematic or inapproriate for kids. This one is a gem though. It’s one of the How To Shorts where a narrator goes ove rgoofy trying and failing at an activity though this one’s a tad diffrent.

The How To Narrator teaches us about baseball before narrating the world series game. It’s full of cleve slapstick, high speed animation and plain fun. It’s also part of the trend that would dominate Goofy’s sports career of putting him in whatever roll the shorts needed. Here he’s everyone at once, others he’s his old goofy self, other time sh’es just a normal joe. But Colvig does every version amazingly, so it all meshes and that general goofy design is so appealing it just WORKS. So yeah while i’m not into sports I do genuinely love the How To shorts, as they were my faviorite part of House of Mouse and still are, and the originals are every bit as classic as their reputation says they are.

A Knight For A Day (1946)

This one is the only other one of these on Disney Plus and it’s decent enough. Nothing incredibble or extra specail: Goofy plays a Squire who has to fil lin for his Knight in a tournament and tries to win a princesses hand against another douchier goofy. Simple stuff iwth some fun gags, but it just dosen’t feel all that fresh, especially since Disney already did a much better shorts with knights with Mickey’s “Ye Olden Days”. It just dosen’t feel as fun or creative as that one was btu on it’s own it’s fine. Nothing great, nothing terrible, just fine. First short of the day to feature Goofy’s faceless blonde love interest who in domestic shorts is his wife and by the same extension Max’s now dead mother.

Tomorrow We Diet (1951)

We’ve got three from 1951 here. By this point Goofy had traditioned from lovable bumbler to every man, taking on a more generalized personality to fit into every day slice of life scenarios, using those to brilliantly contrast the goofy animated comedy with the more mundane setting it comes from. And sometimes it’s just straight up sticom humor with the ocasoinal joke you could only do in a cartoon. And sometimes.. you get a version of Goofy who lives in a mirror taunting Goofy over being fat and then trying to keep him on his diet while it’s not clear if thi sis a split personality, a mirror ghost tormenting him that took his form and is doing this so Goofy breaks the mirror and frees him, or his evil doppleganger from another universe.

Yeah .. one of the centerpieces of this short is Goofy’s reflection/split personality/earth 3 doppleganger/some sort of evil genie taunt shim abotu the fact he’s putting on weight startnig by saying “Hey Fat”... because apparently in this unvierse the best weight joke they can come up with is literally just calling someone fat. I bet I know who rules THIS timeline with an iron fist....

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The first half of this short is Goofy being told he’s fat by a bunch of people and the second half is his hallucination/psychotic break/guardian asshole tormenting him with the diet. And I do mean tormenting: He knocks away all of Goofy’s food, then suggests he not even eat his carrot and STARVE himself, which is just deeply unhealthy, and earlier forces Goofy to let him read his book and then tell shim to just diet anyway. Which granted dieting IS sensible.

So yeah this short as you can probably guess by the fact it involves the term “Hey Fat” which was only said by a human being once.. Dick Kinney or Mick Shaffer, the writers of ths short, when one pitched the line to the other and they laughed for some reason and put it in the script. But with that you can wager this short is REALLY outdated> Overating CAN be a problem and fat shaming still exists, but it’s far less tolerated and far less of a thing.

And hell I can tolerate a good natured weight joke, the Critic had some great ones, especially as a fat guy myself... but this isn’t good natured. The entire joke is, as the man said above HE’S FAT.. So as a legit short. it’s deeply unfunny at best, horribly insulting at worst. But as a so bad it’s good short? it’s GOLD. From the whole mirror goofy thing, to the fact fat is seen as a legit insult here or something to just call fat people because that’s what the writers thoguht humans, even in the 50′s talked like it’s just riffably cruel.. though it will obviously depend onthe viewers tolerance for both fat jokes and how creepy the short can be and again as a short it sucks. As something to be mocked for fun.. it’s fat with potential

Father’s Are People (1951)

Hey Kids you wanna see Max and Goofy reenact Problem Child?

Given I did Goof Troop earlier this week and i’m finishing this week with A Goofy Movie, it shouldn’t come as a huge shocker that I wanted to cover the first short with Goofy’s son Juinor, who’d later be remolded into Max.

The short STARTS promising with Goofy having a kid and the hyjinks that comes from having a baby child: Goofy passes out Cigars because Lung Cancer was the preferred way of celebrating having a child in the 50′s, runs himself ragid helping out, which I give the short credit for as “Donald’s Diary” three years later would play a man helping a woman around the house for horror. Here George (Goofy would often go by George Geef in later shorts) pitches in and while he’s clearly exausted he is trying to help with the boy.

It takes a turn though once we jump ahead to a toddler Junior. Seriously a red head named junior... there’s no way that’s a coincidence. Anyways, the problem is unlike problem child, where Junor dosen’t really go after his dad but the assholes around his pushover dad who genuinely deserve it, this Junior goes after Goofy who at wors tis mildly negelectful but clearly loves his boy> He also DOES try to take a brus hto the kid... but it’s hard to be too mad about that as it was acceptable at the time and he dosen’t actually paddle a three year old. It’s like a less horrfying version of donald puttin ga penguin to a shotguns face in that the targeted party dosen’t see the threat and that goofy isn’t some form of sociopath in this short like Donald was there. It’s just not very funny and only worth watching at all for the historical value.

No Smoking! (1951) (Patreon Selection by WeirdKev27)

This is my first of two Patreon selections, my patreon is here if you want to chip in a buck to pick a short for Donald’s birthday next month, by longtime friend and backer of the blog Kev. He suggested this one for the sheer absurdity of Goofy smooking.. and was right on the money> This one is DELGITHFUL.

It works on two levels: it works on the modern level of seeing such an iconic cartoon grapple with trying to quit smoking, first smoknig so constantly a giant cloud appears over him and he has about 80 cigs in his mouth at once, but then trying to quit and being surrounded bycigs before finally DESPERATELY begging for one. As I discovered you really HAVEN’T lived till you’ve heard goofy madly call out “Smoke, smoke gotta have a smoke”.

But while the novelty IS great.. it’s also just a good cartoon. Outside of some blatant racisim at the start, with a native american sterotype introducing smoking to colmbus which feels so wrong to type I need a shower and really puts a damper on the short which after that.. is just really funny. From the smoking through the ages, to the very creative smoking gags it’s just fun.. and it is CLEARLY anti-smoking, showing both the insane amount of cigrte smoker can go through and how mad the addiction can drive you. It’s not bad... though if you can’t stomach the blatant and terrible racisim.. I get that and it’s fair.

Two Gun Goofy (1952)

This is one of two “put Goofy in another setting all together” pieces, both in the same year which tells me they were trying to find new stuff to do for Goofy. Thi sisn’t unheard of in cartoons: Around the same time and before Bugs Bunny went all over the world and thorugh time and space, and Mickey went through the looking glass and had two fantasy shorts, so i’ts not unusual

But what IS neat about these next two shorts is they combined the two goofys: he has his goofy demanor and oblivoiusness from the classic shorts, but still has his deeper, slightly less goofy voice from the everyman shorts and is still treated as an average joe, just one now undertaking genre careers, here a cowboy and next a detective

This short is decent. I’m a sucker for cowboy episodes apparently: either old west style showdowns or having the characters go to a dude ranch or something. So naturally I picked this one and was told Max was in it an dhe is... in a two second cameo when Goofy has a thought bubble after meeting faceless lady.

But this is a really enjoyable picture. not Disne’y sbest but good stuff. It also pairs Goofy with pete which really is a perfect pairing, putting our scowling rotund villian against our skinny well meaning hero. And while i’ts a common gag in a lto of things I do love Goofy accidently beating the shit out of pete as the short finds fun ways to do it. All in all worth a watch.

How to Be a Detective (1952)

This one was a REALLY fun one. Like with westerns i’m a sucker for a good noir parody, even if ironically I haven’t watched much of either genre proper. Add in the fact this is clearly inspiried by Tex Avery’s work and i’m sold on this fun madcap romp with an approraitely more noirsh narrator.

Goofy is naturally a detective and hired by the faceless woman to find “Al” having to contend with both a goon he keeps failing to recognize and The Chief of Police, played by Pete, who keeps telling him “I told ya to stay off the case Goof!”. It’s just the delivery makes it funny any time he says it as does his instance... and the punchline, which I won’t spoil to both that an dthe overaching mystery i sa gem. This one’s on youtube, seek it out, it’s damn fun. Before I go thoguh I also love how Goofy is Given “Goof Balls”. Yes GOOFY GETS DRUGGED and I am here for it

Father’s Day Out (1953)

I couldn’t find any GIF’s for this one, not even one’s in teh same tag that were unrelated so here, have more smoking Goofy. It will never not be funny.

This one is ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhtastic. Goofy is overworked, wnats to rest on his weeknd, and stuff gets in the way. Oh and halfway through he abrubtly has to take Max to the beach. It’s.. not much honestly. It’s like the simpsons if it wasn’t funny.

How To Hook Up Your Home Theater (2007) (Emma Fici Patreon Selection)

You may notice the MASSIVE time jump here. That’s because while Disney still does theatrical shorts nowadays, in part because Pixar’s shorts turned out to be a huge hit, they almost never use the classic cast. This delightful anamoly is one of the few exceptions and was picked by Emma out of sheer curosity. And she picked well this short is fun, feelnig like a big budget version of the House of Mouse How To Shorts I loved so an dhaving a modern yet still ultimatley timeless subject: while the tech featured is missin ga streaming box and 4k, otherwise it really has aged incredibly well and getting all the diffrent modes set up and what not is a hassel we al lcan agree with.

It’s a fun short with lots of good gags and humor as Goofy tries to set up his Home Theater before the big game, and worth a watch. Weirdly not on Disney+ though try explaining that one.

One final note is for whatever reason this was paired up with National Treasure: Book of Secrets.

My BEST GUESS i sthat it appeals to the kinds of dads who’d watch National Traesure: Book of Secrets as well as kids since it’s an adventure film. Though it now makes me want to see Nicholas Cage voice goofy. Get on it Disney. Not forever though, Bill’s a treasure. Just for a gag like Don Cheadle vocing Donald.. oh god put them together.. and then have them do a movie together I don’t think they have and do not know why.

Final Ranking: As a bit of added fun to close this out and as a new feature for these i’m ranking today’s shorts from best to worst How To Be A Detective How To Play Baseball No Smoking Goofy and WIlbur How To Hook Up Your Home Theater Two Gun Goofy The Whoopee Party Mickey’s Revue Tommorow We Diet A Knight for A Day Father’s Are People Father’s Weekend

For the record despite not being a GOOD short Tommorow we diet is at least intresting, hence i’ts ranknig while Father’s weekend is just a boring 50′s version of problem child. Fathers are People at least has some good gags to set it off.

So thank you for reading and if you liked this review give it a like and consider joining my patreon at patreon.com/popculturebuffet. As a patron you’d get access to exclusive reviews, the patreon’s discord and to pick a short each time I do one of these shortstaculars. Donald’s comnig next month and the deadline is in only a few days to join up for said month so the clock is ticking. Even a dollar a month helps me reach my stretch goals so please i fyou can sign up today and if not, I understand and i’ll see you at the next rainbow

#goofy #disney #goofy's birthday #goofy goof #max goof #mrs goof #pete #peg leg pete #peg legged pete #pete pete #pinto colvig #disney shorts #disney plus #disney+

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toutallyahoe · 4 years ago

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Flirt 3 ~ Shinsō Hitoshi (BNHA)

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A/N: remember that time i said that FLIRT's chapter was only supposed be around 800 to 1500 words? yeah, good times...

THIS HAS FUCKING 4800 WORDS YALL ASDFGHJKLL AND I AM CRYING HELP

there was only supposed to be three parts but the gremlin's in my mind decided to add the "text" part and had to adjust my fucking plan on this chapter asdfghjkl

thi is like, the longest chapter-- SO FAR-- that i written and asdfghjkl *sobs*

anyways, there is so much had happened here and im dying

Flirt | Flirt 2 | Flirt 3

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[Name] let out a loud groan leaving his lips as he dramatically slumped on his chair. A pout formed on his lips as he elicited another loud groan. The [Hair color] haired male did not spare mind to the curious glances he recieved from his curious classmates who still stayed in their classroom for a lunch break. The [Hair color] haired male had his usual mood simmer downed than his most commonly known to be energetic and all over the place self. But right now, [Name] does not have the energy to goof off nor interact with other people as he was still reeling in from what happened days ago on that friendly outing he took Hitoshi to that cat cafe, CC Cafe.

[Name] slammed his head down on his table which caused a loud bang from the contact of his forehead to the table's surface. The [Hair color] haired male's classmates spared him another curious and worrying glances as they never usually in these type of situations of [Name] being like this. Being an overdramatic gloomy dumbass.

"Wahhh! Aki-chan, Haru-chan!!! He just says 'whatever'!" [Name] said as he raised his head up from the table and looked at the direction of two of his classmates that he was more close than the others in the room. There was a large red imprint on the [Skin color] part of his forehead from slamming his head but [Name] was too thick skulled to feel the light stinging sensation of the bruise.

"Whatever! Whatever-- Aki-chan! Haru-chan!!! " [Name] comically sobbed as he then wailed on how cold Hitoshi was. The [Hair color] haired male putting emphasis on the word 'whatever' as the red haired student named Aki Akaha who could careless from his [Hair color] haired friend's usual bullshit, rolled his eyes at the [Hair color] haired male's dramatic tendencies.

"And why am I being subjected into hearing this?" Aki had asked as he crossed his arms over his chest when he heard the [Hair color] haired male let out a cry of shock with his words.

"U-um, come one Aki-kun!" The brown haired male with sandy blond tips that he bleached a year ago, Haru Shirohana, awkwardly butted in as he patted the [Hair color] haired male's back who was sobbing on Aki being like a certain indigo haired student who was three classrooms away from them. Cold and uncaring.

Aki knew why [Name] was consoling to him on his failed confession to this 'mysterious person' [Name] was always gushing about. It was probably the fact that Aki was only the very few to see [Name] was a human like them and not a person with this shiny pedestal that everyone should bow down. To make it blunt, Aki Akaha does not take [Name]'s bullshit seriously like others do.

Haru Shirohana on the other hand felt pity for the [Hair color] haired male. [Name] was someone who always wore his heart on his sleeves. He was very passionate guy and from all the past conversations [Name] had to him and Aki, it was safe to say that [Name] liked this 'mysterious person' he tends to gush about. Honestly, Haru always remembered how [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes just sparkle on talking this person to them even though [Name] never had mentioned who this student was. Although Haru didn't have to be smart to guess that it was probably that brainwashing guy three classrooms away from them. [Name] wasn't that slick as he think he was... unfortunately...

"Aki-kun!!! I thought you were my friend!" [Name] cried as he looked at the red haired male with a baffled expression on his face. [Name]'s cries snapped Haru out from his thoughts as he let out an awkward laugh at both his friends.

"Now, come on guy--"

"Key word, thought," Aki retorted. The red head snorted when he saw the offended look the [Hair color] haired male sent to him.

"Aki-kun!!!" Haru called out to the red haired male who gave him a glance. Aki saw the frown that the brown haired male with sandy blond tips disappointing gaze at him. With a sigh, Aki rolled his eyes again as he uncrossed his arms.

"Alright, fine," Aki grunted. "Oi, [Name] dumbass."

The said male let out a sniff as he pouted at his red haired friend's nickname. Aki rolled his eyes again when he heard [Name] muttered a 'meanie' to him. Honestly, the [Hair color] haired male was like a five years old with his 'insults'... if you can call those insults ajyways with how childish it sounds. The red haired male can only clicked his tongue in annoyance at [Name]'s tendecies to be a little brat.

"About your... delima," Aki started as he had to stop himself from rolling his eyes again. "Can it be that you are not trying hard enough?"

Haru let out a hum of agreement with what Aki had just said as he turned to look at [Name]. The brown haired male with sandy blond tips immediately sweatdropped when he saw [Name]'s glare directed at the red haired male for a second but it immediately disappeared as it came which almost made Haru thought he imagined things if he wasn't close to [Name] to know how the male usually acts. [Name] glared, Haru can say that for sure but the [Hair color] haired male then came back to his usual, normal self... sort off...

[Name] pouted at Aki's words. The [Hair color] haired male dramatically threw himself to his table and let out a wail. "But Aki-kun!" The [Hair color] haired whined. "I literally said I like him! I even brought him to this new cat cafe!" He cried. [Name], in fact, did. He took Hitoshi out and paid for everything.

"I paid for everything!" [Name] cried as he then sulked on his chair. Sending the red haired a small pout. "I mean, isn't that what dating is? Go out and eat?" [Name] then childsihly pippeed and Aki had to stop himself from facepalming so hard from the [Hair color] haired male's words. Haru on the other hand looked at the [Hair color] haired male incredulously.

"Um... [Name]-kun..." Haru awkwardly started but was cut off by the red haired male who was so tired already with the [Hair color] haired male's bullshit..

"Tell me, [Name]-san," Aki started as he exasperatedly looked at the [Hair color] haired male who perked up when he heard his name. "Did you really ask this "friend" of yours on a date," Aki said as he then frowned. 'No one can be that dumb... right?' The red haired male thoight. "Or did you just asked them in a friendly outing?"

[Name] pondered for a moment as he rubbed his chin, thinking deeply on Aki's words while both Aki and Haru seemed to be more baffled on what he was doing. 'Is he seriously... THINKING IF HE HAD ASKED THEM ON A DATE OR NOT?!?' Aki exasperatedly thought as his fingers twitched. God, he wanted to strangle this [Hair color] haired dumbass so badly. May the deities above give him patience.

Haru seemed to notice how their red haired friend wanted to strangle the [Hair color] haired male and immediately jumped besides Aki and grabbed the male's shoulder to stop Aki from doing anything to [Name].

"Now, now, Aki-kun!" Haru said in panic as he took a step back away from [Name], dragging the furious red head along with him. "[Name]-kun isn't that stupid!" Haru said. 'Right...?' The brown haired with sandy blond tips thought as he heard the red head he was trying to stop doing anything stupid to [Name] scoffed at his words.

"This dumbass doesn't even know what a date is Haru!" Aki had said as he growled when [Name] said his answer.

"Well... I think I said that he and I should hang out..." The [Hair color] haired male muttered as he then sent his two friends a pout. "But it's still a date right?!? I mean, it was only the two of us and everything!" [Name] had said as he threw his hands in the air in frustration as he made an angry pout. "I like him a lot, so why can't anyone believe me?!?" He cried in despair.

'[Name]... you really are clueless...' Haru had thought as he sighed. Why was he friends with the most well loved and flirty male yet clueless to dating? The brown haired male with sandy blond tips doesn't know. Someone please help him.

"Why... you--!!!" Aki growled as he glared at the [Hair color] haired male who looked confused at them. The red haired male tried to get out of Haru's grip to try and tackle [Name]. God, he wanted to strangle this [Hair color] haired dumbass so much.

"Hey, [Last name]-kun?" The three male's turned to the direction of the call to see their class president by the doorway of their classroom smiling. The said male seemed to brightened when he saw the female as his sulking mood immediately disappeared as the [Hair color] haired male then beamed to her a smile. [Name] stood up from his seat and happily went towards the female who gave him a polite smile. [Name] leaving the two male's confused on the [Hair color] haired male's mood shift.

"Yo, Hana-chan!" [Name] happily greeted as he sling one of his arm on the female's neck and brought her close to him in a side hug. The female let out a soft giggle as a pink hue coating her cheeks. "How is my lovely president doing?" [Name] purred. The [Hair color] haired male seemed to not know how his words can impact someone. Especially his choice of saying 'my' to the female who's blush bloomed to a rich color of red now.

Haru and Aki looked at [Name] as he continued to talk to the female with deadpanned expression on their faces. Aki was now out of Haru's grip since there was no sense to stop the red haired male anymore. As they watched, the two remembered what [Name] had cried to them earlier ago and they figured out the answer why.

"I like him a lot, so why can't anyone believe me?!?"

'Maybe it's because you flirt with everyone...' The two male's simultaneously thought as they continue to watch their friend unconsciously flirt with their class president.

The day already gone as Hitoshi watches in the corner of his purple eyes that his classmates were already leaving out of the room. The indigo haired male let out a sigh as he laid his head on his table, looking at the classroom doors and waited for a certain [Hair color] haired loudmouth to burst in and create a scene. Actually, Hitoshi raised a brow as he raised his head a bit to turn and look at the wall clock hanging on the wall to see it was already ten minutes after dismissals, and there wasn't a certain [Hair color] haired male already inside Hitoshi's classroom and began to pester the indigo haired male.

'Odd... where the hell is he?' Hitoshi had thought as he raised himself and looked around the room. The indigo don't know if he should've been happy or not to not have [Name] yapping his ear off. Usually, the [Hair color] haired male was already here, inside with him even before his teacher gets out as [Name] has the patience of a bratty five year old wanting to go outside and play on a sunny day.

The indigo haired male waited for a bit, thinking [Name] was late, not that it wasn't uncommon occurence anyways since the indigo haired male gladly remembered that outing they had some days ago where [Name] was late. Hitoshi knows that [Name] does have a rather shitty time management skills anyways and he fully knows that well. But after another ten minutes or so of waiting, the indigo haired male frowned on his seat. Hitoshi may have always say that the [Hair color] haired male was annoying as hell all the damn time, but the male was still his friend. His only friend for the matter. And Hitoshi knows that [Name] may be late at times, but Hitoshi also know that [Name] has never been late on picking him up on dismissals.

Sighing, Hitoshi picked up his bag and went out of the room. The indigo haired male's eyebrows furrowed and looked at each side of the hallways to see no sign of his [Hair color] haired friend who usually waited outside his room if the male didn't barged in like a lunatic. With another sigh, the indigo haired male decided to try and find his friend.

"God... where is that idiot," Hitoshi muttered to himself as he trudge along the halls of Nabu Middle School. The indigo haired male did not pay mind to the eyes of some of the students in the hallways followed him. There were chatter but Hitoshi did not pay mind to them, he wasn't one for gossip anyways. Hitoshi hated rumors with a passion, and it made him develope a mindset to never pay attention to those types of gossip. Besides, a lot of those were false anyways. Especially the gossip circulating him being a villain and such. Now, that is a very false gossip and Hitoshi absolutely hated it.

Clicking his tongue, Hitoshi tried to think on where [Name] would be. 'If I were an idiot... where would I be?' The indigo haired male thought as he mused about it. Hitoshi's didn't came up with an answer but the indigo haired male was too tired to care anyways. Hitoshi decided to just walk around aimlessly for a bit, if he doesn't find [Name] in the next couple of minutes, maybe he should just leave. But Hitoshi then thinks that the [Hair color] haired male would immediately bombard him with text messages and probably annoy him when they meet face to face again. Actually, [Name] would definitely annoy him when they meet face to face again.

"Hey, who's that girl with [Last name]-kun in the courtyard?" Hitoshi perked up at the mention of his friend's last name. The indigo haired male stopped and tried to discreetly listened to a few girls that weren't far away from him. 'So he's in the courtyard...' Hitoshi had thought as he listened. The indigo haired male did not know why he didn't just leave already as he found out about the [Hair color] haired male's whereabouts. But for some reason, Hitoshi stayed for a bit, curious about the girl that was with [Name].

"Huh? You don't know? That's Kohaku Hana," Her friend had said in a matter of fact tone. "Kohaku-san is [Last name]-kun's class president," the girl explained as she let out an angry pout. "She's really close to him."

"Oh, is that why they are together right now?" Another one pipe. Her words made the indigo haired male frown. 'Together? Close? What???' Hitoshi thought. 'Wait... why am I listening to this anyways???' The indigo haired male had asked himself. Hitoshi did not like gossip. Period. So why was he listening to this again? 'This'll be just for laughs...' Hitoshi had thought. 'Yeah... this'll be just for shits and giggles.'

"I don't know, maybe Kohaku-san and [Last name]-kun are a couple!"

"Awe, Kohaku-san should feel lucky then!" Third girl had said.

"Yeah, [Last name]-kun is just-- gah! I want to be his girlfriend!" The first girl whined.

"Woah, calm down Aoi-chan! Maybe they aren't!"

"I doubt it, they were pretty close from what I heard."

The group of girls gossiped to one another as they then walked away from their spot. Hitoshi's eyebrows furrowed. 'Couple...?' The indigo haired male thought as he gripped the sling of his bag tightly. The indigo haired male didn't know what to feel about the news he just heard. Hitoshi didn't want to believe it. He didn't really need to believe it anywas but there was that tint voice in the back of his mind that maybe this rumor was true, and it made him feel something inside him churn.

'But that idiot would already have said anything if he does have a girlfriend...' Hitoshi had rationally thought as he decided to go to the courtyard as what he had heard from the group of girls that [Name] was there.

Hitoshi was already in the entrance of the courtyard and lo and behold, there stood [Name] and a girl with maroon colored hair that braided neatly. The two seemed to be enjoying themselves as [Name] and Hana were sitting in one of the benches in the courtyard, and Hitoshi did not miss on how close the two were sitting together side by side as they were talking. Hana would occasionally giggle at whatever [Name] was saying. The [Hair color] haired male was comically gesturing as he spoke and Hutoshi saw that the both of them have smiles plastered on their lips.

As the indigo haired male watched, there was something inside him churned in a nasty sort of way. There was that bitter taste in his mouth as he watches his friend can just talk casually to this female. Hitoshi didn't know why or what that feeling was, but Hitoshi fully knew that he did not liked it. He did not liked it one bit.

'What the hell am I feeling?' Hitoshi thought in frustration as he finally got fed up by watching the [Hair color] haired male interact with the maroon haired female and turned around to leave. The indigo haired male frowned as he really did not know why he felt this way. What was he feeling anyways?

'Am I... Am I jealous...?' Hitoshi had thought as he stopped walking for a moment. Looking back at how he acted and felt right now, it seemed like he was. The rational part of his mind was screaming that he was, in deed, jealous. But what and why?

Shaking his head, the indigo haired male let out a huff of irritation. 'Why would I be jealous?' Hitoshi thought to himself as he continue walking again. He wasn't jealous. Why would he be? Hitoshi wasn't definitely jealous at how [Name] acted to that female. Well, maybe Hitoshi does. This wasn't the first time the indigo haired male feel the bitter fangs of jealousy bit him. Hitoshi always feel that nasty feeling of jealousy a lot of times, especially how it reminds him that [Name] was a popular guy. Hitoshi gets reminded that [Name] can freely can interact with people without be on guard with whatever he would say or do. He could approach anyone and they would actually smile at him and not be sneered.

The indigo haired male hated to see [Name] interact with people without care in the world. Hitoshi absolutely hated it because it always reminded him what he can not do. Hitoshi gets reminded that [Name] was popular and has many other friends that wasn't him. Hitoshi was jealous with [Name]. He wasn't jealous at that female who can freely talk to the [Hair color] haired male and laugh along with him without judgemental eyes staring at them. No, Hitoshi knows he was jealous of [Name]. No one else.

Hitoshi liked to believe he was. The indigo haired male rationalized that that was the cause of his bitter jealousy that he was feeling. Nothing else. What can he be jealous about anyways other than that? Hitoshi was sure. He's sure he was.

So why does it feels like he was wrong?

The indigo haired male out a groan leaving his lips as he threw his bag on the floor and then flopped onto his bed, not even bother to change out from his uniform as he was too tired. Hitoshi felt his entire body relaxed. Currently, Hitoshi was already in his bedroom of his home. The indigo haired male had only arrived a few moments ago after he had decided to just leave without telling the [Hair color] haired male. Hitoshi's mind had argued that the [Hair color] haired male was rather busy anyways on entertaining that Hana girl he saw.

The indigo haired male rolled his body as he was now facing the ceiling of his room. That feeling was still there. The feeling of uncertainty and Hitoshi did not liked it. He was frustrated at why he was feeling all moopy and drained. 'I just need some sleep.' Hitoshi has thought as he let out a breath and closed his eyes. Hitoshi was about to sleep when he heard his phone's ringtone. Turning, Hitoshi grabbed his phone and he immediately saw a notification that made him frown.

Idiot (◕ω◕✿) sent (2) messages

Hitoshi let out a groan. The indigo haired male did not want to deal with this right now. Hitoshi switched his phone off and was about to just throw it beside him when it went on again and showed that he recieved another text messages. With a tired sigh, Hitoshi decided to just read the messages and reply. Maybe then [Name] can go away for a bit. Even just for a tiny bit.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

HITO-CHAN!!! (ू ˃︿˂ ू)

[03:45 PM]

WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!? \(T□T)/

[03:45 PM]

HITO-CHAN!!! (ू ˃□˂ ू)

[03:46 PM]

ANSWER MEEEEEEEE (╥﹏╥)

[03:46 PM]

Hitoshi blankly looked at the screen of his phone which displayed the text message from the [Hair color] haired male. With a tired sigh, the indigo haired male decided to reply.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

i wasnt feeling well

[03:48 PM]

had to go home immediately so i did

[03:48 PM]

Hitoshi looked at the two text he had sent. The indigo haired male bit his bottom lip as he then let out another sigh. Why did he send that? "Wasn't feeling well?" That was a lie... right...?

Hitoshi shakes his head. No. It wasn't a lie. He did feel unwell... why was he feeling guilty anyways?

Why was he feeling this way? He doesn't know. The indigo haired male was tired.

There was a buzz on his hand and the indigo haired male looked at the screen of his phone to see that the [Hair color] haired male had replied. It was almost instantly which honestly made Hitoshi amused for a bit.

TO: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

FROM: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

EH?!? Σ(°△°|||)︴

[03:49 PM]

SERIOUSLY?!?

[03:49 PM]

YOU BETTER REST THEN HITOSHI!!! DONT WANT YA TO GET MORE SICK!!! (」°ロ°)」

[03:50 PM]

TAKE CARE ALRIGHT HITOSHI OR ELSE ヾ(｀⌒´メ)ノ″

[03:51 PM]

love you (✿ づ◡ w ◡)づ ♡♡♡

[03:53 PM]

The corner of the indigo haired male's lips twitched upward. A smile threatening to makes it way to his lips as Hitoshi read the [Hair color] haired male's text. For some odd reason, that bitter feeling Hitoshi had felt from school until he arrived at his home seemed to be replaced by something warm. It was... nice.

'Love... huh...' The indigo haired male thought as he looked at the last two text the [Hair color] haired male sent to him. To take care of himself and sending an "i love you" with a stupidly cute kaomoji that [Name] always love to send along with his texts. 'Does he always mean saying those stuff?' The indigo haired male wondered.

Hitoshi realized what he was thinking and immediately shakes his head to get those thoughts out of his head in a flustered manner. The indigo haired male did not need this. [Name] is just a dumb male who needs to stop being all openly affectionate to everyone.

TO: Idiot (◕ω◕✿)

FROM: Hito-chan♡ (눈_눈)

whatever

[04:03 PM]

"HITO-CHAN!!!" Hitoshi braced himself and there came the impact of a certain [Hair color] haired male barrelling towards him then colliding at his back. Hitoshi felt deja vu at that moment as this scene seemed to be familiar. It probably was from how it had recently happened days ago when he was waiting for the [Hair color] haired male to go to that cat cafe and [Name] threw himself at Hitoshi's back.

This time it was no different as [Name] threw himself on the indigo haired male's back. Hitoshi let out a pained grunt as he felt [Name]'s weight on his back and how the [Hair color] haired male's [Skin color] arms wrapped around his neck tightly. The [Hair color] haired male then began to nuzzle his face on the crook of the indigo haired male's neck. Hitoshi's face flushed red at his friend's affectionate gesture. Honestly, Hitoshi wonders if this guy even knows what personal space is.

"Flirt, get off me!!!" Hitoshi had yelled out in embarrassment as he tried to unwrapped [Name]'s arms off of his neck. Unfortunately for him and fortunately for [Name], the [Hair color] haired male's hold was rather tight and Hitoshi doesn't have the enough energy or strength to peel [Name] off of him.

The [Hair color] haired male didn't mind the indigo haired male's futile efforts to take away his hold as [Name] perked at what Hitoshi just called him. "Flirt...?" [Name] asked out loud.

"Did I leveled up from "idiot" to "flirt"...?" The [Hair color] haired male had asked. Amusement on hsi tone which did not go unnoticed by the indigo haired male who's face flushed in either embarrassed or anger. Perhaps both as Hitoshi harshly elbowed [Name]'s stomach. The [Hair color] haired male let out a pained yelp as he immediately wrapped his arms off of Hitoshi to wrap on his hurting stomach.

"Why did you do that Hito-chan?!?" [Name] asked as comical tears fell down his [Eye color] eyes. Hitoshi could only roll his eyes at his friend's overdramatic tendencies.

"That's what you get," Hitoshi had said as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes again when he saw [Name] kneeling on the floor as he still held his aching stomach. "Oh, don't be so overdramatic you damn flirt," Hitoshi has hissed as [Name] sniffed at his friend's attitude. "And stop calling me Hito-chan goddammit!"

"Wahhh!!! Why are you such a meanie Hito-chan?!?" The [Hair color] haired male loudly cried. Why was his best friend so cruel? [Name] wonders that every single day.

"Shut up, flirt!" The indigo haired male had said as he turned around and began to walk away from the crying male. [Name] saw Hitoshi walking away and he immediately stood up and ran to the indigo haired male while muttering how mean the male was. As [Name] reached Hitoshi as he was walking side by side with the indigo haired male, the [Hair color] haired male let out a sigh.

"Hey, Hito-chan?" The [Hair color] haired male had called. The said male turned to look at him with a raised brow. Hitoshi hummed in response as he saw the [Hair color] haired male send him a beaming smile. "You're doing fine now, right? We'll walk together this time?"

It was merely an innocent question. But for some odd reason, Hitoshi remembered what he saw yesterday on seeing the [Hair color] haired male interact with that maroon haired female. How they both happily they chatted like there was no care in the world and how close they sat together. The indigo haired male remembered that bitter feeling of jealousy he felt. And now it came back again and sank its fangs onto Hitoshi as he continued to remembered yesterday.

The indigo haired male turned away from the [Hair color] haired male's peering [Eye color] eyes as Hitoshi looked in front of him with a hardened gaze. Hitoshi gripped the strap of his bag tightly as he felt his stomach churn. Why was he feeling like this again? Hitoshi didn't liked it. He didn't liked it one bit. "Whatever," Hitoshi had blankly said as he fasten his pace.

"Let's go already you, flirt. We'll be late!" And with that the indigo haired male left [Name] who stopped for a moment. The [Hair color] haired male felt that quick shift of demeanor from his friend. It was cold and made [Name] feel like he was freezing. The [Hair color] haired male doesn't know what happened on why his indigo haired friend's shift of demeanor but right now, he doesn't need to know. [Name] felt like Hitoshi won't share it to him anyways. The [Hair color] haired male realized that Hitoshi was already a block away from him as he then shakes his head and immediately jogged towards the indigo haired male's side.

"Wait up Hito-chan! Don't leave me behind!!!"

"Then don't be so slow you damn flirt!"

"You're such a meanie Hito-chan!!!"

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glenncoco4 · 6 years ago

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Snow Days

A/N: Just a fair warning, this is an M rated chapter. I promise it will be the only one in this story but I had a vision and didn’t want to ignore it.

She grins when he pulls up in his truck. Hurrying down the steps from her apartment, suitcase in tow, she makes haste towards her shaggy haired surfer.

“You ready, baby?” Double barrel grin plastered to his face when he sees how excited she is just by her body language.

Meeting him halfway to the truck, she reaches up, bringing her lips to his. “Definitely.”

“How was your last final?” He asks over the bed of the truck, making his way back to the driver side as she puts her stuff in the back.

“There was a few questions I got stumped on but other than that, great. How did your presentation go?”

“It got a few laughs, which I don’t think the professor liked but B+ isn’t too bad.”

“Nice.” She grabs his hand that’s resting on the console, intertwining their fingers as they pull out of the parking lot and make their way to what is already the best Christmas that either of them has ever had.

They’ve just settled into the beautiful cabin, fresh layer of snow can be seen outside the window filled wall. “So what do you wanna do first?”

She feels his arms wrap around her as he steps up behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder, looking at the snowy mountain scene before them. “Eat.”

“Of course. Why did I even ask?” He rubs her belly, as if he’s notifying it that it wasn’t forgotten.

Turning around, she shrugs her shoulders. “Beats the hell out of me.”

Shaking his head, he lets out a huffing laugh as he walks to the kitchen to find them something to munch on. God I love her.

She tackles him to the ground, straddling his waist, playfully shoving snow in his face. “Surrender or eat it.”

He stops fighting and smirks at her words.

Bitting her lip when she realizes what she just said, then imagining her words come to life, she leans down and presses her lips to his. It starts to get heated and they know exactly were things are headed.

“We-we should probably go inside.” They’re both out of breath when they pull apart.

She places another kiss on his lips and gets up.

He takes her offered hand, but before she can start to walk towards their cabin, he brings her in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. She reciprocates by wrapping her arms around his neck, clearly not wanting to let go from the short distance to the warmth of their cabin. Bringing her leg up to his waist, she gets the message and jumps up, wrapping him up in her legs.

She starts placing soft kisses along his jaw and neck as he navigates them through the snow, up the stairs to the back door, but is faced with a bit of trouble when he can’t reach the key in his jacket pocket.

She doesn’t let it deter her though and continues, running her fingers through his hair.

“Kensi, baby, I need to get the key.”

“Where is it?”

“Left inside pocket.”

Leaning back a bit, she looks at him with longing in her eyes as she slowly unzips his jacket, runs her nails across his chest all the while grinning like a cheshire cat.

“What? I’m looking for the key.” She says, bringing her lips back to his.

Finally after much exploration of her boyfriend’s chest, she hands him the key.

Once they get through the sliding glass door, he sets her down, closes the door and locks it. He turns around, taking in the beauty of who he knows without a doubt is the love of his life. Seeing the want and desire reflected in her eyes, he hastily make his way back over to her, slamming his lip into hers, pressing her body against the wall.

She finishes where she left off by unzipping the rest of his coat, slipping it off his broad shoulders. He does the same with hers, his hands then find the button of her pants and work them down her legs. Ridding himself of his own pants, they’re soon left in only their long johns.

He brings his hands to her waist, pulling at the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head. Once she’s rid of the offending object, he places his lips to the swell of her breast, earning a soft moan from his lady. When he’s satisfied, he makes his way to the other, giving it much needed attention.

Threading her fingers through his hair, she then moves her hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up but is brought to a stop when he won’t move away from her chest. She tugs a little more until he gets the message.

Now that he’s pulled away from her, he gently pulls her bottoms down, slowly placing kisses on her leg on his way back up to her panties, then pulls them down her beautiful olive tone legs, repeating his same actions when he works his way back up to the spot just above her clit.

He stands back up, her bra being removed since then. Taking in the beauty of his gloriously naked girlfriend, every part of her forever ingrained in his memory now. “God, I love you.” His lips makes their way to her nipple, while he massages her other breast with his hand.

Leaning her head against the wall behind her, she can feel the urge inside her grow with every kiss and suck of this man, her man. “I love you.” This may be their first time together but somehow it feels like they’ve done this forever.

His pants are removed and he brings her leg up to his waist. When the message is received, she jumps up, wrapping her legs around his waist just as before. The skin on skin contact just about sends them over the edge. They’ve been waiting so long that they’re not even surprised. But what does surprise them both is as he walks them towards the bedroom, Kensi reaches her peak, shaking as she lets out a breathy moan. “Oh, god, Marty.”

Once he reaches the bed, he sets her down and look her in the eyes. “Did you just?”

She nods in her post orgasmic state.

“Have you ever before?”

Pulling him on top of her, she lets out another moan when his member presses against her center. “No.” She says, whining full of want.

Their passion filled kisses begin to grow when she flips them, taking her place on top. She brings her hand down, finding her intended target.

Letting out a moan when she starts pumping his cock, up and down, almost blowing his load when she encases his hard on within her folds. Moving back and forth, she places kisses to his chest. “Kens.” He can’t hold it much longer. “Baby, I need to be inside you.” He then flips them, pulling back to look at her beautiful face, getting lost in her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you.”

They’re almost in position when. “Condom.”

“I’m on the pill.” Hoping that he understands what she’s saying.

He’s at a loss for words. God this woman. “Really? Are you sure?”

She didn’t feel it before, but the tear that runs down her cheek says it all. “I trust you.”

Placing a kiss to her cheek where the tear left it’s mark, he presses the tip of his cock to her clit, then slowly moves it back and forth throughout her sopping wet pussy, coating his shaft and slowly easies into her.

The simultaneous moans of “Oh, my god.” come out when he’s fully sheathed in her heat.

He falls back on the the bed, panting. “Holy crap. That was….”

“I know.” She curls up into him, placing a kiss to his chest.

“Do you think it was because of the waiting, paired with the sexual tension or that we’re just that good together?”

“Only one way to find out.” She grins as she straddles his hips, ready for round 2.

“I retract my earlier question because it is most definitely because we are that good together.” He’s panting once again, out of breath from round 2? 3? Aw, who really cares. They’re gonna lose count anyway. “Did I say holy crap, because HOLY CRAP, Kens. That was-“

He’s cut off when she presses her lips to his, nipping at his bottom lip. Moving her lips away from his, she begins peppering kisses to his jaw, making her way down to his neck, sucking at the spot which she now knows is his most sensitive. “Perfect.”

“Perfect.” He lets out a sigh of contentment as his girlfriend continues her ministrations. “I love you with all my heart.”

Still straddling him, trailing her lips from his jaw, across his chest when she hears those words, she stops. Sitting up, taking him into full view, she sees the love and the passion in his eyes. No one has ever looked at her this way before and she’s sure that he’s the only one that ever will. Taking his hand, she places it on her bare chest, right above her heart. “This is yours. I am yours now and forever.”

“Then we’re in agreement. You’re mine and I’m yours.” His mouth pulling up into a goofy grin. “Case closed, bring in the dancing lobsters.”

She smiles down at her goof of a boyfriend. “I can’t believe you watched that.”

“What? It’s funny.”

“You’re a dork.”

“I’m your dork.”

“Yes. Yes you are.”

“Kens.” He places a kiss to her bare shoulder blade. “Kensi.” Another kiss. “Baby.”

“Mmmm” She’s awoken by the murmurs of her love’s voice. Lazily smiling into her pillow with each kiss he presses to her skin.

“I’m cold. Warm me up.”

“Need sleep.”

“Need warmth.” He gets up on his knees, throwing the covers back, now exposing the both of them to the cool winter air running throughout the cabin.

“Dammit, Marty.”

Getting out of bed, he grabs her ankles, pulling her to the edge.

The lazy smile that graced her face a few minutes ago turns into a full out giggle as he drags her across the mattress to the end of the bed.

Not putting up much of a fight, she’s still giggling as he picks her up, throws her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Playfully smacking her bare ass, he carries her off to the bathroom.

The next few days are filled with snow, deep talks by the fire place and them expressing how much they love each other over and over again.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, the soft snores of her boyfriend fill her ears. Their naked bodies curled into one another and she can’t help the smile that graces her face. The snow falling out side, fire crackling in the corner of their bedroom and her wrapped up in the arms of the love of her life. Whoa! Love of my life. Her smile grows even wider when she thinks about how much her life has changed in the past four months and all because of this man sleeping next to her. She’s never felt anything like this in her life and she knows with all her heart that as long as they’re together this feeling will never go away.

She places a kiss to his bare chest, tilting her head up, she brings her lips to the underside of his jaw. When she lightly drags her fingers nails across his scruffy jaw, arousing him awake, she’s met with two ocean blue eyes that she could drownd in. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

A lazy smile graces his face as the sight of his love fills his eyes. “Merry Christmas, baby.” Titling his head, he brings his lips to hers in a loving kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible.”

They spend the early morning of their first Christmas together expressing to each other the passion and love they share. Each time getting better and better.

It’s noon when they finally make it out of bed for lunch and exchanging presents. They decide today is a day to spend inside, cuddling on the couch, watching classic Christmas movies and sharing stories.

As night falls, they let sleep take them under, curled into each other on the couch, roaring fire and a light snow fall, falling just outside the window.

Best. Christmas. Ever.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #The College Years #What if?#Ch. 5 #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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goldenchildkatsuki · 7 years ago

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Red bike, purple Bellflower

Summary: Bakugou and Uraraka go for a somewhat sponteanous roadtrip in the summer.

Writers note: Intially meant for the last day of Kacchako Week 2018. I know it's quite a delay. But here it is. This is probably one of my all time favorite stories I have ever written.

I recommened listening to "Idle Town" by Conan Gray when reading this.

Word count: 8.080

Beta reader: @kittychako

AO3 link: (x)

She felt the warm concrete making an imprint on her thighs. She lifted her heels and put her hands under her thighs, protecting them from the gravel. Whipping from one side to another she watched a few cars pass by. A red car, a grey car. Most of the cars stacked with families, slouched down in their seats fanning themselves.

An occasional cooling breeze greeted her, blowing across her neck and shoulders. One of two things that made it bearable to stay outside for longer than a couple of minutes on one of the hottest day in July. Trying to ignore the heat and to kill time, she thought of how it would be if she could drive.

If she would be willing to sweat for hours to go spend a day at an amusement park or zoo, if she could forget about the heat while listening to her favorite cd’s, how many times would she have to tell Bakugou to not put his feet on the dashboard.

Uraraka couldn’t wait to go places with Bakugou. Further than they’d gone before, much further than how far they would go today.

To her relief she heard a bell in the distance. A boy standing on his bike, pedaling like he was the frontrunner in a race. His bike swayed dangerously from left to right. She squinted her eyes to look at him and stood up when he was less than a couple of meters away from her.

The boy hit the brakes and almost fell forwards over his bike. He adjusted himself and sat back down, wide legs and a tight grip on the handle bars.

“You coming?”

“Yeah.”

All Bakugou had told her over the phone was that he wanted to see her, if it was alright and that he would be at hers as fast as he could be. Uraraka had learned from past experiences that it meant they were going somewhere. He wanted to be away from whatever was bothering him, and he wanted her with him. Sitting on the back of his bike, her arms wrapped around his waist, telling him where to turn and where to stop.

She had asked to pause it all, suggesting sitting down and talking, facing the problem head on, but he had practically begged her to let him keep the pace of life. Bakugou preferred to keep his world spinning, hope for the best in a few hours, who knew what that could do.

And what was so wrong with fleeing? He guaranteed her he would’ve been worse off staying at home, where most of his problems originated. She didn’t know how true that was. It was well known that Bakugou had an uniquely short fuse and acted on his emotions so quickly sometimes it was scary. But if he would rather remove himself from the situation then lash out than the situation must’ve been so bad, the possible reaction he could have had, even scared him.

So Uraraka let him be. After one question. The same question she always asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Nah.”

“Okay.”

She walked up to him and took his face in her hands. She pecked him on his lips and let her thumb rest on his bottom lip, her eyes full of sympathy meeting his stern ones. She smiled at him, in an attempt to soften his expression. Even though he was physically not in a bad environment anymore, it didn’t mean his head had traveled with him.

She kissed his upper lip. “Let’s go.”

He nodded and he put his right foot on the pedal, leaning to one side so Uraraka could easily climb on. He looked back, waiting for her to make herself comfortable. When she wrapped her arms around his waist he pushed the bike forward and started pedaling, biking out the street.

“Did you greet your folks for me?” Bakugou asked.

“Yeah, they really wanted to see you.”

“I’ll actually stop by and come in soon.”

“They would love that.” Uraraka smiled at his back.

His t-shirt was sticking to him, which was to be expected from someone who’d essentially traveled across town in an incredibly short amount of time. She felt more happy for him than for them both when the wind blew by again. Now that he didn’t feel the need to rush so much and that he’d physically cooled down he would probably start becoming more talkactive.

It wasn’t rare to spend the first few blocks in silence. Uraraka had tried to keep talking to him, to keep him in the moment but every time she did that his answers were short and dry. So, she decided, that it was best, like in this whole situation in general, to leave him be and to let him do as he pleased.

At the first stoplight they had to wait at, Uraraka could tell he was more at ease and his head had caught up with his body. He took her hand that was resting on his stomach and looked over his shoulder at her.

“Your hair looks good today.”

“Thanks! They’re called space buns!”

“Weird name. But it suits you.”

“Thank you, that’s sweet! It’s been the first time they have held up for more than a couple of hours.” With her free hand she felt at the buns on top of her head.

The heat had been a good opportunity to experiment with updo hairstyles. At first it wasn’t as fun as she thought it would be. Now that her hair was longer she had been fighting with knots constantly. She was so jealous of Bakugou, who had recently gotten an undercut, also not being able to bear the heat.

Uraraka used to call Bakugou over, to watch her try new hairstyles because it was an unexpectedly boring process. He would laugh at her getting her fingers stuck in her hair and he would boast about how he was enjoying his new cut and how glad he was he didn’t grow his hair out like she did.

“I also like it when you braid your hair, you should do that more often. I could even do it for you.”

“Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t even know how to put my hair in a ponytail.”

“Shut up, it wasn’t even that fucking bad!”

He squeezed his knuckles against her fingers and she yelped. Uraraka poked his side as he couldn’t stop cackling. The car behind them honked, basically telling them to fool around somewhere else.

Bakugou cursed under his breath and put both of his hands on the handlebars, biking away as fast as he could. They zoomed past parked cars and flew over speedbumps, Uraraka gripping his shirt tightly every time she got launched off her seat.

When they were getting close to leaving their town he started slowing down.

“Hey. Where do you want to go?” Bakugou asked.

Uraraka looked around her, not knowing exactly where they were because she’d her eyes squeezed shut for most of the fast paced journey. Bakugou came to a halt before the big city sign that told them goodbye and hoped they would come back soon.

Uraraka winced as she wanted to jump of the carrier, legs sticking to the metal. She stumbled of the back of the bike and rubbed the back of her legs. She didn’t have to look at them for her to know that they were fiery red.

“What happened to that pillow I requested weeks ago?”

Bakugou laid down his bike next to where a cornfield began. “Sorry, I don’t speak ‘whiny baby’.”

Uraraka crossed her arms and repeated his words back to him in a mocking tone of voice, exaggerating every movement in her face.

“It wasn’t even that bad.” Bakugou approached her.

Uraraka took a few steps back and mocked him again.

“Don’t be like that!”

“Don’t be like that.”

“You’re proving my point!”

“You’re proving my point.”

Uraraka could barely hold up the act and had already started laughing in between syllables. She knew it was childish of her, but it was one of the few things that could actually stop Bakugou from sassing her from hours without end. He could get really agitated when she did that, but she knew he could take it and secretly found it at least a little bit funny.

“You little…” Bakugou stretched his arms out as he came closer; she could tell he was trying his hardest to act menacing by forcibly trying to keep the corner of his mouth down. He tried to grab her but Uraraka ducked just in time and popped up behind him, sticking her tongue out at him. As he turned around she started running away from him. Bakugou finally allowed himself to smile and started chasing her. She ran circles in the empty road, the circles getting smaller and Bakugou getting closer to get her with every lap she ran.

Her lungs felt small when laughing and panting. She enjoyed that a lot. With Bakugou, everything felt small. She felt small, her worries felt small, the world felt small. A lot of the time it truly felt like it was just the two of them. Maybe because nothing else mattered, nothing was more important than having him with her, wholeheartedly laugh like that, goofing around. It was something else, how his happiness, even if it wasn’t fully genuine, made everything else trivial.

It was the little things like this that made her think and appreciate him more. And it was things like this that easily caught her off guard.

Bakugou threw his arms around her waist and lifted her of the ground. She kicked her feet in protest and tried to wiggle free. He turned her around and threw her over his shoulder, which he often liked to do when he thought Uraraka was acting up. He waited for her to settle down and catch her breathe before getting back on topic.

“So, where do you want to go?” he asked ever so cocky.

Uraraka wasn’t ready to hand him the satisfaction that he handled her and attempt to mock him one last time, but before she could even finish her sentence Bakugou dropped her dangerously low to the concrete. She screamed and stretched her hands out, fingers barely grazing the ground. Now seeing the point in acting a bit more serious and letting Bakugou have that satisfaction she was ready to give him a proper answer.

“You’ll have to put me down first before I answer.”

Bakugou hung her even closer to the ground.

“Properly. Don’t leave me in a headstand. You know what happened last time.”

“Oh don’t start! I could barely see the fucking gash!”

As if Bakugou felt her glaring at his calves he towed her back over his shoulder and carefully put her back down.

“I want to go to the beach.”

Bakugou jerked his head backwards and raised his eyebrows.

“You see, I wanted to go to the beach so bad but my parents can’t seem to make time and I know it’s not their fault and I’m stupid for telling you this because it’s just a stupid craving I have, but you asked me where I wanted to go so I thought-“

Bakugou was trying hard to follow her rambling. He seemed to be thinking at the same time, rubbing his chin as he let her ramble on.

“-Right, let’s go.” he eventually interrupted her.

He walked over to his bike and pulled it from the dry soil.

Uraraka repeated his words in her head to make sure that she’d heard him correctly.

“Wait, are you serious? Bakugou, it’s already forty minutes away with a car!”

He wiped the sand dust of his handlebars and the carrier and sat down on the saddle. “Well, that’s my fault for letting you decide where we should go.”

Surely he was joking. She was waiting for him to crack up and suggest to go to their usual spot at the riverbank. He drummed with his fingers on the handlebars, seemingly impatient.

Why wasn’t he laughing yet?

“But we’ve never been out of town together before,” Uraraka blurted out, not being able to handle the tension only she seemed to be feeling.

“Fuck this town. I’m sick of it anyways. Now are you coming or what?” He glowered at the sign. Bakugou was sick of a lot of things. It was something he could easily say about the slightest thing that irritated him. Uraraka had made fun of him for that habit as his words lost meaning. But this time his voice sounded so bitter, the words fueled by genuine hate.

He wanted to get away so badly.

Who knew exactly what from. But that shouldn’t be important to her right now. Uraraka was always prepared to go along with him, as long as he safely took her back. She would sit on the back of his bike even if he rode a lap around the world, as long as they would end up in front of her gate.

It might take them the whole evening to get back and her parents wouldn’t hesitate to ground her. But it was the beach after all and Bakugou needed her.

“Of course I’m coming.”

Bakugou started pedaling, Uraraka jogging behind him and jumping on after he gained enough pace. They passed the border and his slowly shoulders dropped, his back muscles relaxed. With her hands on she properly noticed his stomach rise and fall. She wondered if this was the first time he was able to breathe properly in some time. His breath obviously being in his chest the whole time. Bakugou gradually started to slow down.

“It would be a shame to let this fly, wouldn’t it?”

Uraraka couldn’t help but romanticize the plain landscapes that were ahead of them. She rarely got out of the city, there was no reason for her to. Everything she needed was back there, entertainment, education, comfort and love. And if she went outside of the city, they drove so fast she barely noticed anything changing. Finally she could take in the fields that had turned gold too early for this time of year, stretching out as far as they eye could see. An occasional barn with silver silos that scratched the sky would interrupt the repetitive scenery.

“Do you think farmers ever get bored here?” she whispered as if the farmers were listening in from afar.

“Nah. They probably got a shit ton of money, and it’s pretty hard to get bored with that.”

“What about lonely, do you think they get lonely out here?”

Bakugou didn’t have an immediate answer for that. He had to think so hard his hand went back to his chin, which made the bike swerve to the opposite side of the road.

“Two hands please!”

Still deep in thought he adjusted. In a way it was quite funny how hard he tried to find an answer for trivial questions like that. Uraraka appreciated it though, she knew how silly her questions were but she genuinely wondered and would have much rather have him contemplate with her than laugh.

“Well, they have animals,” was the best Bakugou could come up with.

Uraraka stayed silent and nodded in agreement. She listened to the collectable All Might baseball card rattling in the spokes of his bike and the crickets chirping at them.

“Uraraka,” Bakugou said after they’d advanced what felt like a couple of miles.

“Take my phone because I have no fucking clue where we’re actually going.”

Uraraka did what he asked her too and unlocked his phone and bringing up the map. She zoomed out and saw they weren’t going to reach the beach anytime soon, but they were approaching a small township. A town with barely three hundred citizens and where people from her town only go to fuel their car for a bargain. If she remembered the journey by car correctly than they’ve actually traveled more than a couple of miles.

Bakugou stopped peddling and left the wheels spinning. He poked his nose over his shoulder, trying to take a glance at the map.

“You’re lucky we’ve been the only ones on the road so far,” Uraraka said under her breathe.

Bakugou looked back at the road as fast as he could then tried to take another peek at the phone on Uraraka’s lap.

“We’re still miles away from the beach. But we are getting close to a town.” Uraraka sighed. Looking at the map had discouraged her, she knew from the start it was an unrealistic journey but she had been hopeful still and excited nonetheless.

“Don’t you dare get discouraged Pink Cheeks,” he yelled back at her. He faced the road again and started pedaling again.

“Those miles mean fuck all. Trust me, we’ll get there.”

He lifted himself from his seat and leaned forward, adding even more momentum. Uraraka chose not to go into discussion with him. She couldn’t decide if it was a sweet gesture or not, if he really wanted to take her to the beach or if he just wanted to get as far away from everything as possible. Deep down she knew it was probably right to ask him if he perhaps felt like talking now, but he would most likely snap and then she wouldn’t know what to do. Because she had never actually seen Bakugou break down before.

It didn’t take them long until they were welcomed by a city sign, considerably smaller but much more genuine than theirs. At first glance the town looked like those towns in Western movies, where the cowboy would have a final standoff with his rival because ‘the town wasn’t big enough for both of them’. Truthfully, she felt like that was exactly what was going on and she and Bakugou were the only ones who didn’t know about it and weren’t hiding in saloons and barns.

The rattling of the baseball card was one of the few noises being made in the town, alongside some creaking and footsteps on the pavement from a few people that had decided to come out into the open. Even after having realized that the town wasn’t actually in hiding, it didn’t feel alive. The way the people dragged their feet along, made it seem like they were also tired of this place.

Livelihood aside, it was a gorgeous farmers town, it was the kind of town you would want to let your kids grow up in. They could safely play on the street, and everyone could look out for them because everyone knew each other. Uraraka’s heart fluttered when she realized it was Bakugou she could see herself living here with, watching their children run around with water guns enjoying the summer heat.

She physically melted at the idea alone. She huddled closer to Bakugou and closed her eyes, making the visions a little bit more vivid. Uraraka hoped he somehow thought about the same thing, that she was also the only person he could picture himself with in the future.

Suddenly Bakugou came to a halt, and would have made her fall backwards if he hadn’t gripped her arm in time.

“Sunglasses. We need those if we’re going to the beach right?”

Uraraka looked in the direction he was facing, on their right was a small gift store that had very rightfully set on making their profit by selling beach supplies, seemingly as this was a route to go the beach. Unfortunately it was the longest one so not a lot of beachgoers actually passed through here. She thought it would definitely make the owner happy if they bought something.

Uraraka got off, her legs luckily a lot less sticky as the weather started to cool down. Bakugou laid his bike on the curb and walked to the display with sunglasses. He picked out two sunglasses, both with a thin frame, one frame colored rose gold and one silver, both of the pairs having colored lenses.

He tucked one pair into the neck of his shirt and walked up to Uraraka, who stuck her hands out for the sunglasses. He held them away from her and put the loose strands of hair framing her face behind her ears. In the clumsiest was possible he tried to put them on her face, pushing Uraraka’s hands away every time she attempted to do it herself.

“I don’t even think we need this by the time we’ll get there, Bakugou.”

“You don’t know that. Anyways, they look really fucking nice on you.”

Uraraka adjusted the sunglasses as soon as she had the chance to. They lenses had made it seem like the town had been drowned in the colors of the setting sun, making her not want to take them off.

“Come on, show them off!” Bakugou teased her.

She twirled around, vogued and blew him a kiss, badly imitating the models she saw in commercials. While it made her laugh it made Bakugou genuinely blush. When Bakugou got flustered he got more frustrated than awkward, the poor boy didn’t know what to do with himself and the only thing he could think of was to aggressively pretend he wasn’t as lovey-dovey as he actually was.

Uraraka decided to help the poor boy out of his misery and took the glasses from the hem of his shirt and smoothly put the sunglasses on his face.

“They look cool on you babe.”

“I make everything look cool.” He modeled the glasses, hands in his pockets, then arms crossed, hip jutted out. God damn it if he didn’t look incredibly handsome with them. He looked so good it almost pissed her off.

Uraraka walked over to the display and gave it a spin, looking for the most ridiculous sunglasses she could find and handed them over to Bakugou. She smirked and put the glasses on the bridge of her nose, peering at him. “Let’s see you try to make these ones look cool.”

He took the handful of sunglasses and tried all of them, looking at himself in the foil mirror in the display. His facial expression was blank but she knew they were thinking the same thing: He really rocked all of them. When he took the last ones off, Uraraka didn’t even bother to say a word, her small smile and puffed up pink cheeks saying enough.

“So, which one should I get?” Bakugou asked as he put the glasses back in the display.

“The first one, obviously!”

“I kinda thought the pineapple shaped ones were cool though.”

“What terrible taste. Get both of them then, I’ll start looking for more supplies.”

As Bakugou went back for the glasses, Uraraka picked out a small beach towel, a beach ball and a postalcard from the town. She was surprised they even had cards, there wasn’t much they could put on them except for farms.

Uraraka walked into the store and immediately got greeted by a lady who was hanging over the counter. She was probably waiting and hunkering for them to come in and actually buy things. Uraraka put the towel, postcard and inflated beach ball on the counter and took her wallet out of her pocket as the cashier was ticking in the prices of the items. She frowned at the wallet, having less cash than she remembered and was about to call Bakugou as he walked in the store with his two sunglasses and two ice cream cones in his hand. How was she even able to overlook the freezer?

“Bakugou, I don’t have much on me right now, how much do you..”

He pulled her glasses off her face and put them with his items on the counter.

“Can I pay by card?” He waved a credit card in front of the cashier.

Uraraka opened her mouth for a second but then closed it and formed a straight line with her lips. She took a few steps away from the counter to give Bakugou space to swipe the card in the machine the cashier had put there.

“Thank you for your purchase, please come back again soon!” The lady waved them goodbye as they walked out the store with their items.

She waited until they were at the bike before speaking up.

“Really Bakugou? Stealing your dad’s credit card?”

He shrugged, threw most of their beach supplies on the ground and sat down on the curb next to his bike.

“I think you know how stupid that was. No matter how angry you may have been, you can’t do that, it’s dangerous to play with money like that.”

It wasn’t hard to make out from his behavior, which seemed indifferent at first glance, that he knew he was completely in the wrong. He couldn’t even lift his head to look at her. He kept unnecessarily fumbling with the tag attached to his sunglasses.

Uraraka still found it hard to be stern and confront him with his out of line behavior. There weren’t a lot of times he did act out of order, or in spite or anger but the times he did, she did feel the need to drop her sympathy and scold him for it. Which always made him feel bad or worse than he already did, but mainly because Uraraka was upset with him.

“Why did you do it?”

“I don’t fucking know, I guess I wanted to fuck up something of theirs, so I went for my old man’s bank account.”

She refrained from overstepping her boundaries and ended the discussion with a compromise.

“You need to buy a lot more than just this to do that but alright, I’ll drop it, but we have to pay him back as soon as we can.”

“We?”

Uraraka sat down next to him. “Yes, because some of this is also mine.” She took an ice cream cone from his hand.

“You thought you were going get away with having mine as well didn’t ya?” she joked in attempt to brighten the mood, assuming that he subconsciously agreed with her.

Bakugou turned to her, still finding it hard to meet her eyes. “We’ll pay him back. I’m sorry.”

Uraraka shifted closer to him and started taking of the wrapping paper of her cone. “Though I do accept your apology, you know I’m not the one you should apologize to.” Bakugou nodded and with a single hard tug he tore the tag of the sunglasses with the colored lenses and put them on. Uraraka copied him and put her head on his shoulder.

Even though Uraraka’s scolding was appropriate she was still worried of somehow pushing Bakugou closer to his breaking point. As she enjoyed her ice cream she tried to figure out what he could be thinking about in that moment.

“Hey, Uraraka,” Bakugou asked as he pulled the last bit of paper of his cone.

She slightly perked up and turned her head towards him.

With knitted brows he stared at the cone, he turned it around and inspected it even bringing it closer to his face. Uraraka carefully waited for him elaborate, but he continued inspecting it, audibly sniffing at the ice cream.

“Is it me or does this smell weird?” Bakugou turned the cone towards her. She looked at her own ice cream before hesitantly leaning in to smell his. Right before she could pull back he pushed the ice cream against the tip of her nose. Slowly she leaned back and glared at him.

No need to worry, he was himself again.

Bakugou bursted into uncontrollable laughter, practically rolling around on the curb. Uraraka wiped the cream off her nose as Bakugou was wiping away tears. She saw her opportunity when Bakugou had his eyes closed and pressed her cone against his nose. Immediately he opened his eyes and froze.

He pointed his cone at her. “You’ve started a war Pink Cheeks.”

Uraraka laughed and threw herself on him, trying to avoid the war. She wrapped her arms around Bakugou and kissed the cream off his nose.

“Don’t start acting all cute now!” he struggled to get his words out. She continued to leave little kisses on his nose. Bakugou pretended to put up a fight but mostly allowed her to shower him affection.

“Hold on.” He abruptly stopped her. Licking his thumb, he rubbed away a dried spot of cream. Afterwards he left a quick kiss on her nose. “You didn’t even properly clean yourself up.”

Uraraka rubbed around her nose with her index fingers. “Better?”

“Better.”

After they’ve finished their ice cream, Bakugou went back in the shop and got a bottle of water for the road and they continued their journey. Uraraka had folded up the towel and put it under the carrier bands, creating a comfortable pillow for herself. Attempting to keep herself from falling over backwards she held the spout of the beachball with two hands and tried to blow it up.

The air had turned brisk, the sun set low, making their newly bought shades meaningless, already. It made her wonder about the time, she had her phone with her, but she hadn’t bothered checking the it ever since she had to look on the map on Bakugou’s own one. She was starting to get anxious again, realizing how ridiculous the adventure was. They were both ignoring the serious doubts that had undeniably been pushed back. But considering how fast Bakugou was paddling and how she was blowing up the beachball in the first place, they still intended to get there, so maybe they actually would.

“Stop here!”

Bakugou braked and Uraraka jumped off the back, running towards a flowerbed in front of what seemed to be a people’s home at the edge of the township. She squatted down and gently took the petals of the flowers between her fingers. The petals of the purple bellflowers felt crispy and started turning brown. Uraraka looked up directly at the face of an old woman in a rocking chair in front of big window with white, wooden frames, beautiful dressed with carvings of flowers growing around them. She smiled at Uraraka and the flowers. It upset her.

For not having been in the town for long, she had immediately fallen in love with it. The desire to end up here grew greater, seeing the lady smile at her favorite flower. That could be her one day, rocking in that chair, preferably with Bakugou next to her, rocking alongside her, holding her hand. Call her superstitious, over empathic, heart-struck, a dreamer but the flowers were a sign.

“What’s up?”

“We need to promise.”

“Promise what?”

“Promise to come back. Can’t you see this is a sign to come back here one day?”

Bakugou sighed and stepped of his bike and didn’t answer her question.

“It may sound stupid, but I feel like if we care for them, if we nurture them, it’s like a promise to one day return. It’s like showing that we care, that we’re not just cruising through like everyone else.”

Bakugou squatted down next to her. “First of all, it is stupid.”

Uraraka frowned at him.

“But obviously it’s not stupid to you, so it’s whatever.” He handed her the last bit of his bottled water. Uraraka’s face lit up, she eagerly unscrewed the cap and showered the flowers with water.

Bakugou took a look at the woman window and then carefully watched Uraraka care for the flowers. “You really fucking like this town, don’t you?”

“I really do. Don’t you?” She cheerfully asked him as she shook the bottle around to get out the last drops.

Bakugou only replied with a huff and stepped back on his bike, leaning to the right for Uraraka to get on. She had a satisfied smile on her face and continued to keep it as the rode away, smile only getting bigger when seeing the old woman in the window wave them goodbye.

“No more stops alright?” Bakugou had said, twenty minutes before Uraraka had made them stop again by force, by unexpectedly jumping off the bike.

“The fuck are you doing, are you trying to fucking hurt yourself?!” Bakugou barked at her. He made a sharp turn and met Uraraka who stood in front of a small, old circus tent, propped up in the middle of nowhere.

Uraraka’s jaw dropped and she looked back at Bakugou expecting the same reaction. Instead he had a disappointed look on his face and folded his arms, his stance supporting his stern words.

“Uraraka, the sun is fucking setting, we’re not doing this.”

She pouted at him.

“No fucking way, I really thought we would get to the beach before it got dark.”

She folded her hands.

“Your parent’s are going to fucking kill me if I get you home after ten.”

She desperately bit her lip.

“Especially your mom, she’s fucking ruthless.”

She jumped from one foot to another.

“I fucking hate you, okay let’s go.”

Uraraka let out a cheer and took Bakugou’s arm, dragging him in the purple and cream striped tent. The inside of the tent was decorated with fairy lights and Persian rugs. The tiny place was crowded with all kinds of ornaments and old lamps in all shapes in sizes, some of them lit. In the center sat a woman at a table draped with a dark red, velvet table cover. The woman was dressed in a beautiful veil, that only revealed a few dark curls and a set of dark and focused eyes. Not noticing the two kids that have wandered in she continued to shuffle a deck of cards until they came close to her table.

“We’re definitely getting cursed or some shit,” Bakugou hissed. Uraraka stomped on his foot and tried to get in the field of vision of the woman. When Uraraka had to come to close for her comfort the woman stopped and in a swift movement spread the cards out on the table in a bow like formation.

She tucked the veil behind her ears and showed her face. Like Uraraka expected she was an elder, having visible wrinkles around her nose and mouth. Her face was heavy with make-up, her eyelids apple green, her thin lips, lined with a dark liner and her cheek bones colored with a pink blush.

With a simple gesture she offered them both a seat. Uraraka felt her heart racing as she made herself as comfortable as she could get at the table. She corrected Bakugou’s posture who immediately slouched the minute he sat down. He was always being dragged into her fascinations and interests that he wasn’t particularly fond of, debatably, going to see a fortune teller was one of the ‘strangest’ things he had to sit through, but he had surely gotten used to it. He genuinely wouldn’t have been with her if his interest wasn’t at least a little bit prickled In the first place.

“What can I do for you darlings?” she asked after a minute of silence went by. Uraraka immediately got thrown off by her accent, not being able to place it. She didn’t sound like she was of Japanese origin, which made her whole existence even more interesting.

“What can you actually do for us?” Bakugou asked.

The woman laughed and picked up her cards tidied her deck. “I can do a lot love, I can tell you about the stars and the universe, I can tell you about other worlds, but what I’m really good at is telling you more about you.”

“Let’s start small, can you tell us more about ourselves? With those cards maybe?” Uraraka pointed at the them.

Again, the woman laughed. Uraraka and Bakugou shot each other a quick look.

“Of course I can, Doll Face, these cards can tell you exactly what has been, what is and what’s yet to come.”

The woman collected the cards, asked for Uraraka’s hand which she held in both hands. “Thank you for allowing me to borrow you energy Doll Face. My name’s Elina, and when you’re ready I’m going to start your reading.”

Bakugou let out a soft groan, which led to a kick under the table. Uraraka vigorously nodded at Elina and the reading began. First, she was asked to lay her hand on the deck of cards and close her eyes, having to send all her energy towards the cards. When Uraraka felt she had done so, she gave Elina a sign and she then shuffled the cards and slapped the first three cards that were on top upside down on the table.

Uraraka anxiously watched the red glossed nail tap on the first card.

“What has been.” Elina turned the first card around.

“What is.” The second card got flipped.

“What’s yet to come.” She revealed the last card.

Uraraka tried to make sense of the pictures she saw but she didn’t have a single clue what they could have meant. She tried not to interpret much, because the second card honestly looked kind of scary and waited for the fortuneteller to take a good look at the cards.

“Don’t let the cards scare you Doll Face, just look at me.” Elina tried not to break eye contact with her whilst she explained what the cards told her, having a reassuring smile on her at all times.

“Your heart is big, almost too big for a child. It has been, it is and always will be larger than most. You love to protect, care and nurture, and are doing that in the most loving way possible, now especially with this boy. How does this sounds to you?”

The two children sat blushing at the table, Bakugou waiting for Uraraka to say something as she was struggling to confirm. Elina took that as an indication to continue and did so.

“For your future, this card is telling me about the weather. A storm after a heatwave, with thunder and lightning, followed by a rain shower. I suspect it has something to do with that boy. But remember, the future card tells everything that’s beyond your control, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t play a part in creating the future.”

Bakugou put his fist on the table. “Bullshit.”

Elina didn’t flinch and continued to talk to Uraraka. “Do you understand what the cards are trying to tell you?”

Uraraka shook her head.

“You do.” Elina hushed.

A second bang followed. “Don’t sell that shitty forecast to her! Read my fucking future and I’ll prove that the cards aren’t saying shit,” Bakugou said.

The reading had struck a chord with him. She didn’t have a clue how he may have interpreted her reading but whatever it may be there was no need for him to act up like that. Before she could excuse her and Bakugou, Elina calmly asked for his hand. Bakugou underwent the exact same procedure, though he was less focused and serious than her. When shuffling and laying down the three cards Elina had lost her smile. Bakugou was completely silent when she went to turn his fist card.

“What has been. What is. What’s yet to come.” The sympathy had left her voice, which sent chills down Uraraka’s spine. Again, she couldn’t figure out what the pictures meant but considering the tension it was something she should probably worry about.

“Oh Love, where does all this anger come from?”

Bakugou stiffened after hearing the question.

“In all three of your cards I can read a lot of emotion. In the past I read a lot of passive aggression. You haven’t been excused for your behavior a lot of times, have you?”

“What the fuck?”

Elina pointed at the card representing the past. “The times you’re not being excused, you flee. You don’t understand other people for not excusing you but you also don’t understand yourself for bearing the emotions that you do, reacting the way that you do.”

The tension had become unbearable, Uraraka held her breath, waiting for the reading of Bakugou’s future card. As Elina held up the last card to him, she felt like she was going to pass out.

“Love, if you don’t recognize the proportion of your emotions, if you don’t learn to express them in a healthy way, this card will be correct. Your future will contain broken homes, in two points in the future. I don’t wish that upon you.” Elina swiped his cards of her table and put them back on the deck, shuffling them again.

Bakugou fists started balling, his breathing becoming louder than the sounds of the shuffled deck. Uraraka prepared herself for loud cursing and cards flying across the room but to her surprise he stood up and walked out the tent.

She had done it now. This was awful. She was supposed to give him comfort but instead she’d dragged him in front of a stranger that deeply insulted him. The fortuneteller was supposed to tell them what pet they were going to get, where they were going to get married, how many children they were going to have. Lighthearted things, the type of things you could gush about with your friends, things you would scribble down somewhere so you could pull up again in the future to see if anything matched.

Not this.

Uraraka stood up, afraid that if she wouldn’t be outside in now and a second he might be gone.

“Learn to love in different ways, Doll Face,” Eline told her before she ran out the tent.

On the side of the road, he stood, looking like a lost child. She ran up to him, immediately apologizing before even getting close to him. Telling him that the reading was wrong, that it was a scam, that it shouldn’t mean anything. She told him anything to convince him that he shouldn’t take it to heart. But her words lost meaning, as the boy was bawling his eyes out, trying to suppress it as much as he could.

Bakugou finally broke and she didn’t know what to do.

They were supposed to be nearing the beach. They were supposed to all smiles.

“I know,” Bakugou sobbed. The exhaustion weighing his body heavy, he took his time to turn around to face her. Uraraka looked at their shoes, knowing that she couldn’t bare seeing his face.

“I know that everything that old hag said made sense. It pisses me off so fucking much.”

At last it started to sink in what Elina had been trying to tell her and what she had essentially been trying to tell herself from the start.

“If what she said was somewhat right, we need to start talking.”

“I don’t want to! And it’s not like I can anyways!” Bakugou desperately yelled at her.

Uraraka jumped, she expected him to say that but she had to stand her ground. She raised her head and looked him straight in his bloodshot eyes.

“Katsuki, this is not the case of ‘not wanting’ to do something. Can’t you see that you have to at this point? You’re hurting yourself by fleeing and holding everything in. I’ve let you off more than enough times, which yes, has been bad on my part, but now I want you to try to talk to me. We’ll start small again, tell me about what happened this afternoon.”

Bakugou covered his face with his arms.

“Ochako, I really fucking can’t,” Bakugou groaned.

“Katsuki.”

Frustrated he dropped his arms and sighed. “I really can’t! Because I don’t understand myself alright?! I just always overreact to the smallest things. Things I know don’t bother me, make me want to fucking scream and punch something. And, I don’t fucking know, my parent’s happen to be really good at bothering me that things that shouldn’t bother me.”

Bakugou looked for more words as Uraraka nodded at him, genuinely been able to follow him.

“I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. I don’t want to react like that, I really fucking don’t. Honestly, it’s damn scary. That’s why I just leave the house, well yeah, because my parents are assholes but mostly because I don’t want to say or do something they’ll take into their fucking graves.”

He still had difficulty finding words, running out of breathe because of how fast he was trying to get his words out and how much he was still crying.

“What do your parents do to you?”

“They can’t stop shitting on me. They complain about everything I do or say. Always talking shit about ‘if say this, I won’t have any friends left’ or ‘if I keep doing this, you’ll get tired of me’. Stupid shit like that.”

Uraraka had no idea about that’s how his parents spoke to him. The times she had been over Bakugou’s parents would sigh or laugh it away when Bakugou acted out of order.

“But what if their words actually did bother you?"

“They shouldn’t! You have no idea how many people have told me the same fucking thing. Drilled that into me, so much that I thought I was meant to be all alone.” He laughed through his tears.

“And I was always fine with it. At least I couldn’t scare anyone away by lashing out if I was alone.”

It’s taken the boy so long to come to this and it shouldn’t have been. It physically hurt to see him laughing away his pain.

“Just because you we’re fine with it doesn’t mean you liked it. It doesn’t mean you liked being told off, it doesn’t mean you liked to feel alone,” Uraraka told him.

“Well, no, but-”

“-You’ve held in all those emotions since, I don’t know how long. Of course they randomly burst out in such an extreme way if you haven’t learned to deal with those emotions properly.”

Uraraka came closer to him and wiped away some of his tears with her fingers.

“That’s whatever but haven’t you heard that hag. I’m gonna end up with broken homes if I don’t figure out how to dial it down a notch. How do I deal with shit that happened years ago? I can’t figure that out in time, by the time I figure it out my parents will be done with me and you’ll long gone.”

“I’m won’t be.”

“Yes, you will.”

Bakugou put both of his hands on her cheeks, his nails dug into her the hairs on the nape of her neck and the skin behind her ears. He brought her face closer to his. “Listen, all of this shit aside, what really fucks me up is the thought of scaring you away. What if you have enough of me coming to pick you up every time I have a tantrum? What if I someday lash out at you?”

He had to try his hardest to try and smile. “I can’t lose you.”

He brought her lips to his and kissed her.

“I want to take you to the beach.”

He squeezed her face tighter and brought her in for another kiss.

“I want to keep our promise and go back to that small, dusty town you like so much. Buy us a house there. Some white picket fence shit.”

He breathed against her lips and mushed her face together for the last kiss. A kiss so desperate as if she was indeed going to leave. A gesture that begged her to stay.

“I want to keep loving you with all that I am.”

Uraraka held on to his wrists and placed her forehead against his. “I’m not going anywhere because we’re going to figure it out, together. But you got to talk to me alright? And you got to start talking to your parents too, got it. Try to at least?”

“Got it.”

“You can still call me and come pick me up if it’s too much, but you have to promise that we’re talking first before going anywhere”

“I promise.”

Uraraka lifted her chin and sealed the promise with a kiss. Bakugou let go of her face and distanced himself from her, taking a few deep breaths before going walking back to his bike and picking it up. He looked at the road ahead of him and turned back to her.

“Is it alright if I take you to the beach another time?”

“That’s alright with me.”

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jobanana7 · 7 years ago

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the one with all the christmases

so i’ve been binge watching friends and i got to this episode so this fic happen so this is very much inspired by chandler’s time in tulsa… enjoy! also i promised @chele20035 i would write something christmasy so there it is!!!!all mistakes (and boy i bet they are a few) are mine, i do not own the hunger games nor do i own f.r.i,e..n.d.s

When Peeta Mellark fell asleep in his company’s meeting and woke up to find out that he’d say yes to moving to district 11 without knowing what he was saying yes to he thought to himself that it was fine, he taught about everything he was getting out of it: the company will load him a brand new mercedes! that was it. ok so it sucked , it sucked even more when he tried to tell his wife. she tired to be as supportive as a wife can be and he’ll never forget those beautiful words she used when the gather everyone to tell them they were moving “i have to go don´t i? cause of this stupid thing” and she pull up her wedding ring aaa his loving wife, but dammit he missed her like crazy. he should’ve told her to turn down that new job she landed but the project Abernathy gaver her at her biology lap was too good to past, looking around this office he kinda wishes he did thought.

“Ok everyone is really necessary, the name calling and the note on my back? you can all call me peeta by the way” he said as he sat down on his uncomfortable office chair, he received a collective grown as an answer , he glared at his team

“My son is in a play right now” his right hand Seeder says

“You people want me to say it? i’ll say it, this sucks! is it really quite shitty to be stuck in an office on Christmas alright but at least you all get to go to your families at the end of the day, i get to go to a cold hotel room and a very questionable bed!” he cried almost winned, really but at this point he was over it of this dead end job as an accountant had everyone back home loved what they were doing first there was Finn his beast buud and actor who thanks to his good looks landed the lead in a soap opera that was a an instant hit, the there was Madge and Gale an odd pair who should be together if you asked him one a fashion executive at Gucci and the other a professor on environmental science ,finally there was Jo a masseuse by day and a fighter for human rights by night , what did he had?

“Now it feels like a holiday! and hey great pep talk!” the new girl chimes in, blue eyes full of laughter

“I know and i’m sorry, but hey! i know what’ll cheer ya up” he says pulling out the white eveloves he was handed earlies by her supervisor Mrs. Coin “you know a little bonus for all your hard work”

“ a donation was made in your name to the New York ballet” someone reads out loud

“Well that’s like money in your pocket” he says but just barely fooling anyone

“i can’t wait! “ the same girl, GLimmer was it? says “what would you be doing back home right now?” she asks

“ Oh well, our Christmases are pretty traditional just the usual ” he says and he’s brought back to one of his favorites christmases….

“so i wrote this song for some very special people in my life so… here we go “went to the store and sat on Santa’s lap asked him to bring friends all kinds of crap he sias all you need one little song now you haven’t heard it so don’t try to sing along… no don’t sing along, finnick oh finnick have a happy christmas eve, saw santa Claus he wanted he wanted Peeta’s buns, please tell Gale this year will be real snowwyyy and Madge and Katniss i love you guys something”… thank you all, happy holly days!” jo said as people on the coffeehouse applauded to her.

that was one of the few memories he’s made with thi bunch of people in over 7 years, Peeta makes his decision right them and there

“ You know what, go home everyone, be with your families is bad enough that we’re working new years eve too.” Everyone gape up at Peeta anger clearly written on everyone’s face “ Did i not tell anyone about new years? go. go home” His team didn’t need to be told twice, within the minute everyone was gone

“Oh your not gonna go?” Peeta asked Glimmer “naaaah i can’t leave you alone with all this mess, besides i don’t have anywhere to go my family is upstate” he’s nodding his head when the office phone rings

“ Peeta Mellark speaking” he tell the line

“Hi babe, we just wanted to call to wish you a merry christmas!” Katniss, his beautiful wife says to him and he hears a chorus of “merry christmas” from his friends as his heart swells at the gesture

“awe merry christmas to you guys too, i miss you all” Peeta returns the sentiment genuinely

“is it real bad over there? everyone working hard?” Katniss asks

“No everyone left is just me and Glimmer here” at her name Glimmer perks up waving at the phone as if she was greeting his wife.

“Oh, that is kind of a girls name, isn’t t?” Katniss aks trying to sound casual but he knows her better that that

“ it is, but is ok she’s just the new intern dont worry, did i not told you about her?” Peeta asks and her hears a light “aja” from his wife and a “wrong move dude” form one of the guys, he sewars is Finn

“ Where’s your team?” she finally aks “I send them home” he admits to hi wife not wanting her to worry about this, is funny how she still has no idea the effect she has on him

“Such a good boss, is she pretty?” Katniss says and edge her voice

“Oh honey, don’t be angry if i could i would be with you guys but i can’t besides she’s just a colleague” she reasures her “ there’s really nothing to worry about”

“ok” she says a little harsh

“ok?” he ask her going for just a second to that place where only the two of them go where even when they are apart is like he’s right with her, his voice soft and low

“ok” she breathes out more gently this time and he smiles even jealous he is completely crazy about her “Merry Christmas love” is a whisper to her and she returns it

“Merry christmas you guys” he says to to his friends and eternal trirt wheels and they say it back after promising Finn he’ll be back soon he hangs up, he turns back to Glimmer not wanting to make a big deal about what she just heard

“ The wife says hey” Peeta laughs at set the phone down on the desk

“ ha, been following the conversation” she says, setting down some documents

“Well she just thought that because we’re alone something’s gonna happen” he sheepishly admits

“ oh really?” Gimmer says reaching out to smooth his tie and he steps back “would that be so terrible so terrible?” sha asks seductably witch makes his so confused because he’s never thought of himself as sexy and in any case the only person he want to be saxy for a far awy not this blonde, blue eyed assistant that would just make it more of a cheesy pron that anything else

“ok step back there Glimmer, i am married” he says and Glimmer pulls up her hand “Me too” he rolls his eyes “ i’m HAPPILY married ” he clarifies to her “ oh, what’s that like” Glimmer asks

“Yeah so i’m sorry nothing is gonna happen tonight besides me getting node with this papers” he says to he firmly

“ seriously, you’re happily married? so the phone call just now was happy?” she questions him

“Well we’re apart is hard you know? she is right to be a little worried i know i would be if i were her and in this case she’s right, but she’s amazing and smart and if she were her… well you’d be gone by now, you seem lovely but no i don’t need this what i have back home with K is all i need ” Peeta tells her honestly

“let me ask you something then, if it’s enough, why are you here with me on a holy day?” Glommer says and she seems to be serious and he come up empty because truly … there is no one good reason he has to apart from her …

“ wowowowo what’s happening, you and i just made out? we’re making out” twenty four year old peeta asks twenty three year old katniss

“well not anymore” she says out just centimeters away from his lips as her arms were around his neck her silky red dress against his pajamas making weaked things to his brains

that was the beginning of it at Gale’s wedding in London Katniss was upset because she was watching her brother get married for the first time with incidentally ended up in a divorce for Gale

the first time they fought when Jo broke her arm and Madge got them dated with some nurses

“well you made it clear that we’re just goofing around, so i figured why no goof around with him too” katniss said referring to an earlier comment he’d made

“ i don’t know if you’ve looked the term “goof around” but i have and it said that technically is two friends that care a great deal for one another and have amazing sex and like to be together” he cringed “ i am so bad at this“

a smiling Katniss had told him that that was true, they did cared about each other and they spend the rest of that night together not quite ready to tell their friends about each other

“ Peeta you’re not listening to me!! i don’t care that we can’t afford a big wedding right now, the only thing that matters to me is that i’m getting married to the love of my life, big wedding or not.” katniss argued but Peeta wanted to give her the perfect wedding day to her to treat her like a princess, a queen but at twenty six his job was unsteady, he found himself frustrated unable to meet this one expectation but she was right she never asked for anything he couldn’t give her, ever.

“ but don’t you want a big beautiful wedding where our families can see you walked down a beautiful isle and your dad will give you away, Maddy as the flower girl?” he asked because that was his dream exactly to see Gale’s little one walk first with the floews and then, Prim Madge and Jo as maid or honor and the al last her, his bride in a white dress with her dad.

“i really don’t, i swear, i don’t my parents didn’t have a big wedding and i want what they have. a home , a marriage” she said

“a little girl with your eyes” he whispered reaching out to cup her face stilling a soft kiss the smile that she gave him when he pulled out was so bright it nearly blinded him

“ a little boy with your hair”

soon they were engaged and married the last 2 years of his life had been the best ones yet only to be topped with the news of their own little one on the way and here he was waistinging his life on this job and this Christmas as well so he walked out right out of there.

NEW YORK (4 hours later)

he heard their voices as he approached the apartament , he was home finally stepping in he heard Jo first

“ oh look! is snowing you guys!” he says excitedly everyone was by the window when we cleared his throat they all looked back at him, on seconds his wife was on him kissing him firestly

“ woow we have a baby here people” Madge reminded them of hunter her and Gale’s son, they pulled away hos and resting on his own baby

“what happened, don’t you have to be in district 11 ohio? can the fire you?” Katniss asked consent on her voice

“turns out they can’t because i quitted” he said katniss gasped

“ you quit your job?” Gale asked shooked

“yeah, i couldn’t stand being away from you and i know this is not the time but, i’ve bee planit to leave since we learned about the baby and i’ve already applied to other jobs, jobs i could be better at and plat just as well” he rescued her and her face relaxed “what do you think? i’m sorry i didn’t talk to you about this before but today was the last drop, plus , i missed you ” he kissed her knuckles but before she could talk Finn piped in

“but who did you missed the most?” he asked his trademarked Finnick Odiar smile on handsome face

“Katniss” Peeta said without a moment’s hesitation

“yeah, that’s cool dude” Finn said playing cool then making faces as if to say “ i know you HAD to say that for Katniss’s sakes i you you missed me more”

“But really are you, ok with this?” he asked katniss once more

“i think you hated your job and if you can do something you like, support you” his wife said and she kissed him again

“Peet, i can’t tell you how happy i am that you’re back” Jo finally said and he was touched to hear that from her “thi is honestly the best christma gif i’ve been given, but now give me the real one” he laughed and kissed her cheek handig the white envelopes

“A donation was made in your name to the New York ballet” Gale read out loud “ how did ya know?” he said sarcastically

“ but wait i can’t return these” Madge winned

“I DON’T HAVE A JOB” Pee eclamed

the end

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Spark of Love: Part 8

Summary: Eighteen year-old Remington moves into her college dorm with a little help from the Avengers.

Characters: OFC Remington, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Thor

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tony wheezed as he carried two large suitcases up a narrow staircase. The elevator had been completely full when he entered the lobby, so he figured taking the stairs would be easier. Drenched in sweat and completely out of breath, he realized much too late that he should have just waited for the damn elevator. Why Remington insisted on staying in a college dorm was beyond him.

Ah, college.

Despite the fact that New York University was merely a few subway stops from the Avengers Tower, Remington wanted to get the full college experience. That meant living on the sixth floor of a building with no air conditioning and sharing a bathroom with twenty other people. Tony had been trying to convince her to live at home all summer, but her mind was set.

She would be studying psychology at NYU, and she would be living on campus.

Tony finally reached the sixth floor and shoved the suitcases through the doorway. The hall was packed with other new students and their families trying to settle into a home away from home. He reached room 626 which was more crowded than the other rooms. Everyone had insisted on coming to help Remington move into her new dorm. Even Thor had made an appearance, and he was currently trying to win a battle against the cable. He grunted in frustration as he continued to get no channels. Nat finally took pity on him and helped with the task.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Tony gasped as he walked into the room. “That’s the last of the suitcases.”

“Thank you, Uncle Tony!” Remington squealed, giving him a hug. She pulled the suitcases towards her closet and dresser and began eagerly unpacking them with Wanda’s help.

“Smile, Tony,” Steve whispered, patting his friend on the back. “She’s happy.”

“But why does she have to live on campus?” he whined.

“College experience? Meeting new people? I could keep going if you want,” Steve replied with a smirk. His expression became serious as he watched Remington rush around her side of the room trying to make it perfect. “I’m gonna miss her too,” he admitted. “But she’s not far away. And this’ll be good for her.”

Tony sighed. “I know, I know.” He paused and looked at a box of school supplies on Remington’s desk. “Hey Remington?” he asked. “Do you want help unpacking?”

Remington turned around and smiled. “That would be awesome!” She ran over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you!”

Tony smiled and began unpacking. He and Steve handled her desk while Thor and Nat finished up with the TV. Sam and Bucky used bed risers to raise her bed and roll her storage bins underneath. Wanda helped Remington organize her closet. With everyone working together, they were able to get the room done in no time.

“What time does your roommate get here?” Bucky asked as he laid on the floor to take a break.

“Ummm, I think in a few hours,” Remington replied. “Her flight’s not getting in until four.” Her roommate was a German international student named Elsie. They had been texting and Skyping all summer after discovering they were going to be roommates. Elsie seemed really nice, and she and Remington had a lot in common.

“Well, I think that’s it,” Nat said, looking around the room. “You’re all unpacked.”

“It looks good, kiddo,” Sam added, giving the room a once-over.

The bed was covered with a grey blanket and purple sheets. A light blue lamp sat on top of a desk behind the new laptop Tony had bought for her high school graduation. The corkboard above her desk was covered with pictures of Remington and her family, and a large whiteboard calendar hung on the wall next to her bed. One wall was still blank for the posters and pictures Remington would no doubt add over her college years. Her washbasket was hiding at the bottom of her closet, and her shower caddy was on the top of her dresser.

“Miss Remington!” Thor thundered. “My best wishes for your college experience!” He patted her shoulder and began walking out the door. “I shall wait for you all by the car.” With one last bow, he left.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Remington asked.

“You’re all unpacked,” Sam replied.

“Oh,” she said. She forced a smile as she said goodbye to her aunts and uncles.

“We are so proud of you,” Wanda cooed, stroking Remington’s hair behind her ears. She placed a kiss on Remington’s forehead and waved goodbye.

“Good luck, Remington,” Nat said, giving her niece a hug. “Don’t forget your pepper spray and the defense moves I taught you.” Remington giggled as Nat followed Wanda out the door.

Sam and Bucky scooped Remington up in a huge hug as they said their goodbyes. She squealed as they both kissed her cheeks. “You’re such goofs!” she yelped.

Bucky ruffled her hair. “Love you, kid. Be good.”

“Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” Sam added.

Tony and Steve gave her two last hugs. “You can come home any time,” Tony said.

“Tony…” Steve warned.

“What?! I’m just letting her know!”

Steve smirked and shook his head. “Love you, Remington.”

Remington stood rooted in her spot as she tried to put a brave smile on her face. After she watched Tony and Steve leave, she stared around at her room. It looked so...lonely. Her throat burned and tears pricked her eyes as she realized she was alone for the first time since she was little.

“Hey, Remington I forgot my phone...” Steve panted as he walked back into her room. Remington gulped and wiped at her face as she turned her back to Steve so he wouldn’t see her cry.

“Here it is,” she sniffed, grabbing his phone off her desk. She handed it to him without turning around. Steve’s hand came to her shoulder and slowly moved her so she was facing him. By now, a few tears had escaped, and she felt her face flush with shame.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Steve asked, wiping a few stray tears off her cheeks.

Remington shook her head and swallowed thickly. Steve gently pulled her into his chest and gave her a hug. A dam burst inside of her, and she began to cry freely.

“I c-ca-can’t do thi-this,” she sobbed. “I want to live at h-ho-home.”

“Home isn’t that far away,” Steve reassured her. “And you can come visit anytime you want. But living here is something you really wanted. What changed?”

Remington buried her head deeper in Steve’s chest. “I don’t want to be alone,” she said, her voice muffled by his shirt. “What if I don’t make friends?”

Steve’s heart melted at Remington’s confession. “You’re not alone,” he promised. “We’re close and Alexa is right down the subway line at Columbia. You’re going to make so many friends, you won’t have any time to be lonely.”

Remington peeked her head up. “Promise?”

Steve nodded confidently. “Promise.” He thought back to the first day he found Remington, and how scared she was. At eighteen years old, she had truly grown into an amazing young woman. He could have easily convinced her to move home and commute to school. But it was time for her to grow up and do things on her own.

It was time to let go.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, choking back a few tears of his own. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Remington nodded and finally pulled back from the hug. “Can I call you once a day?” she asked.

Steve chuckled. “Honey, you can call whenever you need me. I’ll always be there.”

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he replied.

A knock on the door caused Steve and Remington to turn around. Two girls stood in the doorway and smiled.

“Hey! I’m Gabriele!” the one girl exclaimed.

“And I’m Riley,” said the other. “We live down the hall.”

“I’m Remington,” Remington replied shyly.

“We’re going to grab some food from the dining hall,” Gabriele announced. “Want to come with?”

Remington’s eyes lit up at her first college invitation. “Yeah!” she replied enthusiastically, her sadness completely forgotten. She raised her eyebrows at Steve expectantly, and he took the hint.

“Well, I’ve got to get going,” he said. “Bye, Remington. Remember what I said.”

“No worries!” Remington practically pushed him out of the room after she grabbed her wallet and student ID. She, Gabriele, and Riley practically skipped down the hall to get food. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he watched his niece start making friends.

She was going to be just fine.

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Guidelines

The night before his wedding, the last thing Laxus thought he would be doing was walking home from the market with only the rolls of toilet paper that he needed back at the house. He'd always imagined, if he ever did get forced into marriage somehow, that he'd go out with a bang.

Err, bangs.

Very literal ones.

With a lot of women.

At the same time.

Be something to remember. Something to always look back on.

Then he got involved with the demon.

Sigh.

That was all out the window, of course. Because, as he had slowly come to terms with, they were in love and committed to one another and would never do something so horrible to the other. No way.

Life was complicated.

So as he walked down the street, mumbling his vows for the next morning under his breath (Mira insisted they write their own), he fought hard to act like he wasn't feeling the slight bit nervous.

Oh, but he was. Horribly so.

It wasn't so much that he doubted that he was doing the right thing by marrying Mirajane. No, it wasn't that at all. In fact, he knew that he was. Mira was the one for him. Completely and wholly. He loved her. He was so deeply in love with her that there was no way to ever get back out.

Believe him, he'd tried.

But nope. No cigar. He was marrying the she-devil. It was just the way it had to be. He-

"The hell?" Laxus growled as, suddenly, someone jumped him from behind. Easily flinging them off his back, he got ready to attack.

"Ow! Laxus!"

"L-Lisanna?" He relaxed almost immediately. "Wha- Hey!"

He was hit then, rather roughly in the shoulder. And sure enough, there was Elfman, the other male looking discouragingly at Laxus.

"A real man wouldn't hurt a little girl."

"She attacked me! And hit me again, Elfboy, and I'll-"

"I'm not a little girl," Lisanna complained from where she still sat on the sidewalk, rubbing at her head. "But that did hurt, Laxus."

"I'm sorry, kid," he sighed then, leaning down to help her up. Elfman beat him to it though, easily getting his baby sister back on her feet. "I didn't know it was- And hey; the hell you idiots think you're doing, surprising me like that?"

"We came to talk to you," Elfman told him after making sure that Lisanna was okay. "And we didn't want you to get away!"

"Why would I try and-"

"We're here to discuss Mirajane."

Laxus blinked. "Is something wrong with her?"

"Considering she's marrying you? We think so."

"Elfman," Lisanna complained, taking to crossing her arms then. "And no, Laxus. That's not it."

"Then-"

"You're marrying our big sister tomorrow," Elfman began again. "And we've kept quiet for far too long!"

"Uh, no, you haven't," Laxus said. "You bellyache about it all the time. Less like a man and more like, oh, what's the word? A boy?"

"Hey-"

"We just want to go over some ground rules," Lisanna said, glaring at him. "That's all."

"Ground rules?" He blinked. "Me and the demon have been basically livin' together for six months now, but now you wanna lay these on-"

"Number one," Lisanna began as Laxus only shook his head and started walking once more. They were quick to follow. "We come first."

"Always," Elfman agreed.

"Isn't this something you should take up with the demon herself? Or-"

"Until you guys start pooping out babies."

"Elfman," Lisanna giggled.

"What?"

"You said pooping."

"Isn't that what people say?"

"Popping," she corrected. "You pop out a baby. You don't poop it out."

"I understand the anatomy behind it, Lisanna," he complained. "But the saying is-"

"The saying is popping."

"Really? All these years and I've been saying it wrong?"

"I-"

"Would you idiots buzz off?" Laxus complained. "I'm tryin' to walk here."

"And no one's stopping you from doing that," Lisanna said. "Anyways, the point is, we can come second to your kids, but not you. Err, well, I can. Elfman's third."

"Why am I third?" he complained. "Maybe you're third."

"I'm always first, Elfman," Lisanna told him, sticking her tongue out at him, having to lean over Laxus to do so, as they were on opposite sides of the thunder mage. "It's just the way things-"

"Get to the fucking other numbers," Laxus complained. "Quickly."

"Oh, right." Lisanna giggled as Elfman took to scowling.

How come he and Lisanna weren't equal? He would be taking that up with Mirajane later!

"So next is that all holidays are spent with us."

"What holidays?"

"All holidays."

"The hell else would I spend them with?"

"Well, we don't know," Lisanna said. "But we'd like it to be known for sure that you're not whisking Mira away for any of them. Ever."

"Ever? Ever's here?"

"Focus, Elfman," his sister complained before clearing her throat. "Number five-"

"You're on three," Laxus sighed.

"Huh?"

"You're on- Never mind. Onto number five."

Lisanna nodded, grinning at him. "If you ever hurt Mirajane, we'll restrain you as she kills you."

"Hurt her?"

"Like, you know, hit her or something," Lisanna said.

"Why would I-"

"Mira does get a tad annoying sometimes," Elfman said. "But if you even so much as think about striking her, we'll help her beat the crap out of you!"

"Why do you need her help?"

Elfman only looked at him. "Mira's, like, the manliest man around. Why wouldn't we want her help?"

"Yeah, Laxus," Lisanna complained. "Use your head a little."

"Silly me."

"And," the youngest Strauss sibling went on. "We'd like for you to consider once more changing your name to Strauss and becoming our fourth sibling."

"No thanks."

"Come on," Elfman insisted. "I don't like ya none, but it we'd be an unstoppable team!"

"Don't need your help. You'd only hold me back."

"Fine," Lisanna groaned. "The next one is, obviously, that we get to name your firstborn."

"The fuck? No."

"It's a rule."

"I said no."

"But-"

"I'm going to toss you to the ground again, Lisanna."

"Fine," she sighed. "You can name your own children."

"As if I needed your damn permission."

"Hey." Elfman shoved his shoulder which about got the big dope flat on his ass. Laxus was feeling rather amiable that day.

Not to mention, he didn't want to flip out on the big goof and have Mira overreact and call off the wedding.

"Watch who you're talking to," his fiancée's brother grumbled.

"And watch who the fuck you touch," Laxus said before reminding him, "I can get Ever to do whatever the hell I please. I've told you more than once, Elfboy, that I am the last man you want to mess with."

"Anyways," Lisanna continued, not taking a hint for some reason. "The next-"

"Where is Ever anyway?" Laxus grumbled. "And Bickslow, Lisanna? Shouldn't you two be chasing after them?"

"I don't chase after Ever," Elfman complained. "Anymore."

"And Bickslow and I are on a break."

"Do what now?"

Lisanna only looked off. "We have come to a crossroads."

"Meaning?"

For a moment, Laxus thought that Lisanna wouldn't answer. And, honestly, in that moment, he was thankful, as for that brief second, he'd forgotten that he didn't give a damn.

Then she started talking.

Sigh.

"His favorite ice cream is freaking vanilla. Like, plain old vanilla! And he won't even put anything on it."

"…I'm lost," Elfman said as Laxus decided he didn't want to be found. "Why-"

"Because, Elf," she complained. "How could we ever share an ice cream cone if I can't even put sprinkles or hot fudge or anything on it? And when I brought this up, he was all like, 'That's stupid, Lisanna. I don't want you eating my ice cream anyways! Get your own. Why should I buy you anything? Huh? Huh?' And then I told him-"

"Are you guys seriously even dating?" Laxus couldn't believe he cared, but…ugh.

"Yes."

"Really? I mean-"

"Ever doesn't share her ice cream either," Elfman sighed.

"How long have you guys even been on a break?" Laxus asked.

"Um…since two hours ago."

Rolling his eyes, Laxus said, "But isn't tonight the night that you guys-"

"Make the babies all new bodies? Yeah. I'm still gonna go over and do that. But not because we're dating! Because-"

"I really don't care."

"You asked."

"My mistake."

"Oh, and hey." Elfman was animated again then, balling up his fists as he spoke. "That's not the only reason we came looking for you!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Then get to it, because I'm about home and-"

"We came to stop you from sleeping with other women!"

"…You caught me. I have a fetish for toilet paper and hot women."

"I knew it."

"Elf," Lisanna giggled.

He only glared at Laxus though. "I know how guys like you are. I know what you thought you would do with your night."

"Uh, wait for Mira to get home, sleep on the couch probably because she's been so emotional and shit recently, then get kicked out of the apartment in the morning so she could get ready or whatever. That's my plans. Oh, and take a big shit. Hence the toilet paper. I lied about the fetish."

Lisanna was about dissolved in her giggles then, but Elfman kept his glare up, not falling for it for one second.

"You know," he said stiffly. "I'm still not on board with this marriage."

"Oh, really? I'm amazed."

"This ain't no joke," the muscular man grumbled. "This is my big sister! And you're not going to-"

"You think I wanted to get married? At any point in my life?" Laxus stopped walking then, turning to glare at Elfman. "I didn't. Ever. Until I realized just how much I loved the demon. Then I knew. And I ain't fuckin' what I have with her up for nothing. So if you're gonna be like this even after we get married, then you just need to get the fuck out of our lives right now. I don't need your negativity ruining the only good thing I got going for me."

He didn't even flinch then as, once more, Lisanna jumped him from behind. It was a hug that time though and, shifting the back of toilet paper to one hand, he reached up with one hand to pat hers, which were tight around his neck.

Elfman only grunted before walking once more. "Whatever. The other rule is that you two are not allowed to form sorta rebellion against me."

Lisanna only let Laxus go before rushing out of her brother. "You'll always be my second favorite."

"Mira's your first and you're hers? This is a conspiracy."

"I meant second favorite brother. You're my third favorite sibling."

"That's not-"

"You never did say where Evergreen was," Laxus complained, walking behind them then. Anything to get them off their current topic. "Figured she and the others would be crying over me today."

'Awe," Lisanna giggled. "You upset that you're not being worshiped?"

"No," he grumbled. Well… "Just confused is all."

"She said that she had some business with Freed and Bickslow."

"About me?" Laxus asked, trying to keep the hope out of his tone.

Okay, so maybe he expected the three of them to be a little more heartbroken over their idol officially being off limits. Namely Freed.

"Nope." Elfman shook his head. "Mirajane."

"Mira?" Lisanna asked. "Bickslow didn't mention anything. Then again, we were fighting. I mean, seriously, who is against hot fudge? That's, like, the most basic of-"

"Mirajane?" Laxus repeated, coming to a stop once more. "They're with Mirajane?"

"Yeah? So?" Glancing back at him, Elfman said, "Who cares? They're just up at the bar, I'm sure."

"You idiot!" Laxus thrust the pack of toilet paper at Lisanna then before turning back.

"Wha-"

"If you dummies came here to give me a talk," he complained, running off for the guildhall, "the hell you think those dumbasses are doing?"

"This is a mighty long list here, Freed," Mira said slowly, glancing over a few of the bullet points on the piece of paper the other man had handed her. "I mean, do I really need to cut up Laxus' steak for him? I mean, we go out to eat all the time and I've never-"

"Do you want him to choke?"

"W-Well-"

"You really have to make sure you do number twelve," Ever said as she sat up at the bar next to her three team members, filing her nails while she was at it. "Ooh, and seven is a biggie."

Bickslow, who had been pouting the whole time, just kept staring down at the bar. Mira, noticing this, gave him a small smile.

"It's okay, Bickslow," she said. "Laxus and I might be getting married, but it's not that big of a deal. It-"

"It is a gigantic deal," Freed yelled at her, almost jumping up out of his seat. He was so loud, in fact, that he startled Cana just as she was tilting her barrel back, making the woman topple over and Macao rush to help her up. "It's the biggest thing to happen since…since…since ever!"

"What?" the woman complained.

"I wasn't talking to you, Ever, I was saying-"

"That's not what's wrong," Bickslow grumbled as his dolls huddled close around their master's head. His visor was down, but Mira could read just from the bottom half of his face that he was in a sour mood.

"Then what-"

"I don't like chocolate, okay? Why is that such a big deal? Huh? Huh?"

Mira just stared. "I didn't say it was. I only-"

"Bickslow!" Freed slammed his fists down on the bar.

"Please don't-" Mira tried, but the letter mage was quite wound up that day and just spoke over her.

"Today is not about you," he growled. "It is about making sure that Mira understands how valuable Laxus' life is. He is the most important soul to ever grace the earth! We are all lucky to-"

"I have a hair appointment in an hour." Ever glanced at both her male teammates before looking to Mirajane. "So just follow the list, huh? Oh, and tell your brother that we're on code blue at the wedding tomorrow."

"Code blue?" Mira frowned. "I don't understand."

"You don't need to," she said. "But he does."

"I-"

"It means that he's allowed to talk to her, but they are not going home together. No hooking up on the date either. Just making out. Maybe," Bickslow grumbled. "Blue balls. Get it?"

"Look," Ever hissed at him. "Just because you and Lisanna are on the outs-"

"This is a lot of information all at once," Mira said slowly. "And, for the record, I don't want any of you hooking up at my wedding. At all."

"That is not the information that you need to be paying attention to!" Freed was losing it. "You are to be focusing on Laxus, Mirajane. Now. And forever. For the rest of his life. It is your job to make sure that all of his needs are met when they arise. All of them, Mira. All. Of. Them."

Ever rolled her eyes. "Just for this, tell Elfman we're on code red."

"Aw, man. Code red? And I didn't even do nothin'?"

They all frowned at Elfman's voice as he came into the guildhall, Lisanna and Laxus in tow.

"This is really uncalled for, Ever," the man kept up as he came closer.

'Uncalled for? You're lucky I don't put you on code-"

"No more codes!" Freed growled as Laxus approached. The second the man was close enough, he turned to look at him. "I have provided Mirajane with a list of all the things you require for the two of you to have a happy life together."

"You what?"

Mira nodded. "It's twice the size of the one he gave me when you and I first started dating."

"Oh geez."

"Hello, Bickslow," Lisanna said then, holding her head high, all cordial and shit. Ugh. He only slowly got up from the stool. Raising his own head, he rubbed at his chest with his fist.

"Good evein', Lissy."

"Hi, Lissy!"

"Babies, please," Bickslow complained as his dolls came to circle around her head. She took to looking off.

"I've brought you our standard makeup gift." She held out the toilet paper. "On such short notice-"

"Ah! Four-ply? You shouldn't have. And to think, I am just so unprepared. I don't got nothin' on me, but I can buy you a drink if you-"

"Give me that," Laxus growled as he reached over to snatch back the package. "You freaks."

"Oy, boss," he complained. "You're messing up my big makeup scene here."

"You dopes were fighting over some damn ice cream. If it's that big of a deal, Lisanna, I'll pay for it every time you go out and you can both get your own damn cones."

"It wasn't about the jewels, Laxus," she complained. "It was- Oh, wait, hey, that's a real good deal."

"It really is," Bickslow agreed. "We go out for ice cream probably five times ever week."

"You what?" Laxus frowned at them. "Then how is this the first time you've had this fight?"

"It's not," the other man responded with a shrug. "We have it, oh, five times a week."

"Every damn time you go-"

"Quick, Bicks," Lisanna said. "Let's fight over rent so he can pay that too."

"That's so smart, Lissy. You're, like-"

"No," Laxus growled. "And why do you fight about-"

"Doy, Laxus," Lisanna said. "You can't makeup if you don't fight."

"And you can't have hot makeup sex unless you're making up, yeah?" Bickslow said with a wink and what he thought was a whisper.

It was not.

Laxus glared at him before looking to Mirajane. "You're getting off early. Now."

"Code black is far more appropriate," Elfman was saying about that time as Ever only continued fliling her nails. Once she got them how she liked, she got to her feet.

"Code orange."

"Ew, Ever," her seith teammate said, making a face as Lisanna made a gagging noise.

"What's-"

"Handy," Bickslow snickered in response to Mira's question.

"We're leaving," Laxus told Mira firmly then. Glancing around, he found Kinana and called out to her. "Mira's taking off early. Wedding stuff."

"Laxus," Mira complained, though she did head after him, giggling.

"Remember the guidelines," Freed called after them. "Mira! Laxus needs a lot of maintenance! This is serious!"

The second she was near, Laxus grabbed Mira's hand, her giggling as they fled the bar and their friends.

"Let's just elope," Laxus told her once they were free of the guildhall.

"Laxus," she giggled.

"Swear, I'll eat the costs,"

"They just love us," she said, snuggling up to his arm as they walked along.

"Yeah, well."

"And you got the toilet paper. Good boy."

Grunt. Then, glancing down at her, he saw the smile on her face and found a grin on his own to match.

"You ready for tomorrow, demon?"

"Mmmhmm. Aren't you?"

"Yeah," he sighed, leaning down to kiss her head. "I am."

"Although," she sighed. "After reading number fifteen, Laxus, I'm shocked we've made it this far in our relationship. Freed helps you blow your nose?"

He snatched the list from her before crumpling it up. "They're a bunch of idiots."

"But they're our idiots," she reminded.

"Unfortunately."

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