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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

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blorbologist · 2 years ago

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Your love bites scar. or Sharing blood. for Bashter?

12. Your love bites scar.

Great white sharks take 2-3 decades to reach sexual maturity - it could well be that most of the big sharks we’re seeing today are the equivalent of young adults by our standards. Males bite the females during breeding, leaving a host of scars on her (but sharks explore the world with their mouths so idk, might be erotic to them).

13. Sharing blood.

Vampire bats are super social! They’ll bring blood back to their relatives who were too weak to go out slurping. They also bitch and argue a lot. Something fascinating and poetic, about sharing blood from others with those that share your blood on the inside. Same blood in the veins, same blood in the guts.

(Anon I see what you’re putting down and BY GOD AM I PICKING IT UP)

Beau’s pretty damn comfortable in her skin, thank you very much.

Does she get stares, sometimes? Yeah. Can’t be sure they’re directed at the scars until she reads the words on their lips.

She’d like to think it’s envy, even if she knows otherwise - because those slim lines and jagged edges are her history and proof her story keeps going. Open book, not closed - not yet.

I mean. No one would call Beauregard Lionett an open book. But you get where she’s going with this, yeah?

She’s lying. Two people would call her an open book.

“I’m back!” Beau calls into the dark. The warm day is quickly a distant memory as she kicks off her shoes, hangs up her expositor jacket. Takes a moment to listen before slipping on her goggles. “Jester, I swear to all the fuckin’ gods if you try to spook me again-”

Good call - she’s right there, in the shadows of the closet. In the darkvision offered by the goggles, her eyes flash a white too holy for a creature of the night.

“Awww, Beau,” she whines, abandoning her hiding spot to sling herself over Beau’s back. “You wouldn’t-”

“You know I’d punch you if you pulled that shit again,” the monk interrupts. Waddling through the entryway with a tiefling dramatically draped over her is certainly a testament to her training. “I don’t want to punch you!”

She goes very, very still when lips tease her shoulder. And then a kiss of fangs. “Yasha would heal me.” Sing-song.

“I would. Hi, Beau.” Speak of the devil - poking her head out of their kitchen. Thin, precise beams of light land on the potted plants Yasha so loves that Beau has to tend to for her. Because, you know. Vampires and light and a really shitty time. So she’s on perpetual watering and pruning duty.

“Hi babe.” Waddle waddle waddle as Jester giggles in delight - Yasha is so, so kind, to smile and roll her eyes and pad over for a kiss. Peck Jester’s nose, too, before Jester steals a smooch from Beau, too.

Man, she could die happy, like this.

(And, better yet, it likely wouldn’t be forever, if these two had anything to say about it.)

(She does like being a human with two vampire girlfriends, though. It has its perks.)

Yasha’s hand leaves her cheek to trail over her shoulder with a curious hum. “Are - ah. Healing alright?”

“Wonderfully,” Beau promises, rolling her shoulder both to show off the range of motion and dislodge Jester.

She can imagine the scars - young, only a week or so old - gleaming in the light. If there was any. Fresh taut tissue, a delightful change in texture, the ever-present worry each new one might stiffen her, the pride when it never does. Proud of her body, proud of Jester’s work, proud of Yasha’s healing.

“Do you think we could do the rest of it tonight? Like - the eye, maybe the detailing?”

Yasha hums, two-toned gaze flitting up to Jester’s, where her chin is notched into the curve of Beau’s neck. Cheeky, likely enjoying the drum of her pulse.

Jester’s fangs skimming the shell of her ear is answer enough.

“Oh, Beau - I think we could touch it up for dessert.”

Three sharp smiles in the dark.

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

#prompt #fic prompt #birthday prompt game #bashter #beauregard lionett #cr beauregard #jester lavorre #cr jester #cr yasha #yasha nydoorin #scarification #vampire au #when ur tattooist gf is also a vampire she she does some sexy scarification on u and ur other gf heals it and they both drink ur blood

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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Okay, so I'm really skinny. Underweight tbh. And I'm kinda insecure about that, because I'm literary bones and skin.

Could I request Brothers dealing with some lesser demons who were laughing at MC because how small, skinny and "easy to break" they are?

All body types are valid and wonderful; just like some people can't control how much weight they put on, others can't control how much weight they can't gain. It's not always simple with body types - just look after yourself regardless of your size. Eat your 3 main meals, have small snacks or mini meals every 2-3 hours that are more healthy or if you have healthy main meals let your mini meals/snacks be unhealthy

Though too much of anything can be unhealthy so is there really a different between the types?

Also please everyone drink plenty of water even if you have to give it some flavour for it be more enjoyable!

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"are you sure you're a human? You look more like a reaper to me."

Three demons surrounded you, leaning on the table as you tried to ignore them. Keeping your focus on the the worksheet Infront of you but a demon snatched your pencil.

"Hey, doesn't this remind you of Someone?" the demon laughed, pointing the pencil at you.

But they took it another step, they easily snapped the pencil in half with one hand. Throwing it back at you. You flinched away, covering your face but luckily it landed on the table.

They were all snickering. Prodding at your arms and sides. You squirmed away from them and slapped their hands.

"leave me alone..."

A different male demon grabbed your wrist, inspecting your slim wrist.

"hey don't grab them like that, you might break them! I mean look at them, they're bone!" The female demon mocked concern.

"Aw come on~ can't handle a few jokes? Humans really are weak."

Your wrist was thrown from his grasp; it smacked on the table and you hissed. Just before you could do anything the classroom door suddenly opened. The demons all whispered a fearful "oh shit" under their breath.

Lucifer:

"I see you're living up to the title 'lesser demon', how wonderful for you."

His condescending smile immediately drooped

His hands moved swiftly and a whip appeared in them, he glared at them

The three of them gulped, looking at each other

"How many lashing should I give them, perhaps everytime they insulted you? Every snicker or chuckle - how about everytime they breathed?"

he snapped the whip with a snarl

They looked at you for mercy and you considered letting Lucifer having his way

But you felt a sick feeling in your stomach knowing how vicious he could get

"i just want an apology and to be left alone..."

"You heard them, beg for forgiveness and if i find any of you were bothering them again I won't let them decide your fate."

The three demons immediately got on their knees, legs shaking as they apologized repeatedly for their actions

You knew it was fake but apart of you felt happy hearing their apology

"you can leave now."

On that cue they ran out making sure to dodge the quick whip from Lucifer

The last one Getting caught on the butt and practically jumped out of the room

"They're foolish, love, you are absolutely ravishing and I could never ask for a more wonderful partner, let's go get some ice cream - my treat to help your bad day."

Mammon:

"ya wanna repeat that? Don't be going all silent just because I'm here~ go on, keep insulting the human, see what happens."

He chuckled, hands in pockets

The demons weren't sure how to respond

To test what he'll do or play it safe

Mammon twiddled a playing card between his fingers, a smirk on his face as he stood behind you

One of the demons opened their mouth but he just flicked his wrist, the card sticking itself in the wall just missing the demon

"I ain't very forgiving, ya see so it's best you start apologizing now or things could get abit messy."

You was surprised by how fast they all dropped

Apologizing and begging for you to forgive them

"Please leave, you've apologized enough."

They all ran out thanking you for being so kind

"awww but (Y/N), you could of made them your posse!"

"I just wanted them to leave, I know they aren't actually sorry."

"hfmp, they better be or else I'll get 'em - did I look cool?! I was practising that trick for weeks!"

You chuckled, kissing his cheek

He grinned even wider as he grabbed your hand

"you were real cool, you were like a spy."

"does that make you my stunning partner in crime? Your looks lure in the suspects and I get them? You can't convince me otherwise - you're a real beaut."

Levithan:

"LMAO, your faces~! I can't wait for this to go viral, perhaps even Prince Diavolo will see this, wouldn't that be unfortunate."

He kept filming, pointing the camera at their faces

They looked even more Horrified

A powerful demon was already coming to get them but now the prince could get involved?

"should I post it, (Y/N)? You're in it after all."

"I just want them to leave me alone, I don't care."

Levithan hummed, displeased at the demons

"it's pretty rude you're just standing there and not apologizing, they're the one in charge if you get found out or not."

The demons gasped, staring at you and then back at Levithan

They immediately started apologizing, blaming their actions on just jealousy

You shook your head and they began to sweat

Fearing they're going to put on blast for their actions

Surprised by your defeated sigh

"just go....it's not worth it."

Levi was about to argue differently but the demon had already left

"Wha!!!! I felt like an anime protagonist! Did they say anything else to you?! I swear they can't tell what beauty is-"

"it's fine, they weren't wrong."

"HUUUH???!!!!!! don't listen to them, (Y/N), I think you look just fine the way you are and yo-you should see yourself as attractive too-! because you're awesome and Your loo-looks are even more cool!"

He hugged you, hiding his red face in your shoulder

Satan:

"You're brave to think you're in any position to even breathe in their direction, for all our dignities It would be best you apologize and leave."

They were ready to bolt right there and then

They looked at you and started to apologize but Satan clicked his teeth

"be sincere, we can be here for as long as we want until you feel genuine guilt for your actions."

He slammed his hand down on the table

The lesser demons cowered

You just sat there, frowning

You just wanted to be left alone and let your feelings out

The demons apologized again

Making sure to add sincerity in their voice but Satan kept making them repeat themselves

It got to the point you had to cut him off

"It's fine, they've apologized, let them leave."

He hummed, annoyed but nodded

The demons scrambled out of the room, fearing to even look at the two of you

"if you ever need me to go back at them I'll do just that, I couldn't believe they would say something like that to you."

"thanks for helping, just let them leave instead of using your energy."

"I'll try to but I'll make sure there is no next time, you don't deserve to be spoken to like that and you are far more charming than any of them, I for one, adore how you look."

Asmodeus:

"repeat that again~? I hope I didn't hear you three insulting my darling, it's so ugly to shame others for their body."

The demons tried to utter out a response but he just stared at them

Tilting his head as he smiled

He got closer to them, staring into their eyes

Soon enough they were charmed

"why don't you tell me why you thought it was okay to speak to (Y/N) like that."

They all began speaking; expressing their envy for your relationship with asmo and the other demons

One of them just telling him they saw you as fragile and unlikable

Asmo smiled wider before suddenly grabbing one their chins, a snarl on his face now

"do you feel sorry? Are you ashamed of yourself?"

They all said yes, apologizing to you

"thanks asmo, you can let them go now."

He happily did as you said, telling them to leave

He nuzzled into your body, hands wandering over it as he grinned

"They're just jealous demons who can't handle their own Insecurities, you're not like them, everything about you is good looking - inside and out! I couldn't ask for anything more~"

"Seriously...?"

"yes!!! I'm in love with you and your body is marvelous to look at, i can't get enough of you!"

Beezlebub:

"Apologize and leave or I'll make you my next meal."

Straight to the point

And it was effective

His size was already intimidating but his willingness to devour whatever he wanted was scarier

They apologized to you, Getting on their knees and telling you how gorgeous you were

You felt your mood get worse so you waved your hand

"don't bother, a sorry was enough, you can leave now."

They shot up but Beel bite the air Infront of them when they passed him

They shrieked and picked up their speed

"I can't stand people like that.... they're more clueless than mammon."

He sat with you

Clenching his jaw, you held his hand and leaned against him

"Don't listen to them, I think you look really nice, I like the way you look but I know the important thing is that you like the way you look, I don't mind how you look because you'll still always be you."

Belphegor:

"Hey gorgeous, are these idioits bothering you? What a shame, I was hoping lesser demons knew how to keep in their place."

He wrapped an arm around you

Glaring at the lesser demons, they grew more nervous under his hateful eye

They muttered to themselves for not realising he was there but belphie mocked them, asking them to speak up

"what's with the change of energy? You were confident about your opinions before, what changed?"

They couldn't answer without looking weak

Belphegor only grinned at them

He kissed your cheek

"that's what I thought, scram!"

They ran off, not daring to look at you

They couldn't even hiss or glare, knowing the demon behind you would have their throat for it

They were lucky to not get hurt when he found them

"thanks, sorry, did you come here to sleep?"

"I was looking for you, keep me close, okay? Don't listen to those demons - they wouldn't be able to tell what's good or not even if their lives depended on it, you're perfect the way you are."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me imagine #obey me x brother #obey me headcanon #demon brother's #obey me swd

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kyloxox · 4 years ago

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The Bounty Hunter (Din Djarin x reader)

Summary: You’re a mechanic living in Mos Eisley with Peli. You stumble upon a lost child not realizing it belong to a mandalorian.

You were walking along the crowded streets of Mos Eisley. It was hot and dry as always but the sun seemed to unbearable that day. You entered a cantina, unable to walk along the sun any longer. Not sort after you sat down with a drink the room went silent. You turned your back to see what had entered the room.

It was a man plastered in shiny expensive metal. Baskar.

You immediately turned your back towards the bar not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. The bounty hunter walked up to the bartender, only a few inches away from you. You couldn’t help but glance over at him. He was almost breathtaking.

“I need a mechanic.”

“Do I look like a mechanic.” The bartender replied and went to the other side of the bar. The bounty hunter stood there for a second before he turned his head towards your staring gaze.

“You can find one north of town.” You quickly responded, looking ahead, not daring to look at him. He stood silent for a minute.

“Thank you.” He replied. He moved his hand over to your drink and placed a coin next to you. You just nodded in response. He then turned and left the cantina. You sighed a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You quickly swallowed your drink and grabbed the hunter’s coin. You looked around to see he was already gone. You got up and exited the cantina to be met with the two suns setting.

You began to walk along the markets, beginning to think about the hunter. What was a man like him doing in Mos Eisley. There was nothing here for miles. You rounded a corner between to buildings, taking a short cut. It probably wasn’t the safest idea but you knew it would be shorter and you just wanted to get home. Walking along the slim way you heard something behind you. You turned and watched a pot rattle.

“Hello?” You breathed out. No one answered. You continued to walk but at a faster pace. “There’s nothing there y/n, you’re just imagining it. You’re just imagining it- Ah!” You let out a loud scream as something attached it’s self to your leg. You frantically looked down to see a little green alien at your feet. Your heart warmed at his smile.

“Awww hi little guy.” You said as you plucked him from your leg. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” You said giving him a soft smile and he giggled. You looked around the alley way to see if anyone was coming looking for him. “Are you lost? Did you loose your mommy?” You spoke in a baby voice and all the child did in response was grab onto the fabric of your shirt.

You looked up and realized you were on the other side of the alley way. As you walked into the streets of the now quiet market you kept looking at the child. You literally couldn't stop he was just too cute to not. You continued making small remarks to the child before you realized you bumped into someone. Before you even looked up you were face to face with baskar armor. Your heart dropped but you looked up.

“I’m-I’m...” The man’s arm immediately moved towards his blaster and you panicked “Please I’m sorry!”

“What are you doing with it.” You looked up at him confused until the creature in your arms cooed. You realized that he was talking about the creature

“I-I-just found him in the alleyway I was trying to find his parents.”

“He’s mine.” The man’s hand moved away from the blaster as Mando began to calm down. He didn't want to scare you, he didn’t even mean to move his hand towards it, it was just instinct. You looked down and saw the child’s arms extended towards the bounty hunter, trying to grab onto him.

“Oh.” you whispered and held out the child towards him. Mando grabbed him from you and placed him in the bag he had around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” You were trying your best to avoid eye connect and you felt your eyes glued to his chest.

“Oh it's alright. I’m sure it’s scary having your child lost and in the hands of a stranger.” Mando stiffened at the fact that you called the child, his child.

“Thank you for finding him. And thank you for directing me towards the mechanic.” He remembered you from earlier.

“Of course.” You looked directly up at Mando and your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. Mando felt something in his body unravel that he never felt before. Under the helmet he blinked his eyes a few times to try and free the feeling. “He’s adorable.”

“Huh?” Mando looked at you confused but then the child giggled “Oh yea. He seems to really like you.” You looked down to see the child look up at you with bright eyes.

“Oh thank you.” You awkwardly glance away from him. You didn’t understand why this man was making you become flushed. You can't even see his face. “Well umm I'm happy you were able to find him.” You smiled at him and he nodded. You turned and left into the direction of the mechanic base. As you entered you saw Peli working on a busted looking ship.

“Peli did a bounty hunter come by here.”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well I directed him here, so you’re welcome. I think that free advertisement should give me a raise.” You teased at her.

“In your dreams y/n.” You smiled and make your way over to his ship.

“Maker he’s flying this thing?” You said to her.

“You should have been it 2 hours ago. I think I did pretty well on it.”

“I’m surprised it flies.” You and Peli both turned your head to the sound of the door opening. The bounty hunter you had just spoken to 20 minutes earlier just walked in.

“Well I fixed your ship. Now I need you end of the bar-” The hunter silently walks up to her and drops a bag of money in her hand and shuts her up. Mando walks up to where you are and stops as he reaches you.

“Pre-empire?” You ask him and he just nods. You feel a hand grab your leg and you quickly look down to see the green creature at your feet. You smile at him and pick him up. “You know you should probably keep a better on him.” The hunter harshly turns to you but his anger soon melt as he looks at your face and the child’s.

“You’re a mechanic?”

“Of some sort.” You reply. Inside the helmet Mando’s lips twitch up.

“I could use a mechanic. To help out with repairs. Lessen the need to stop from planet to planet.” You turn your head towards the man. “Maybe help out with the child.”

“Oh I’m not sure-”

“I can pay handsomely.” Your lips part. You debate the options in your head.

“Ok.” You reply. The hunter nods his head.

“We depart in the morning.” The man then takes the child from your arms and walks up his ship. You smile to yourself your heart fluttering with excitement.

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yamithediaperdork · 3 years ago

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Rewarded as a bully deserves (HunterXhunter)

Killua was in a rotten mode as he headed for the closet park in town, huffing and growling over him and Gon having a fight.

It was just so stupid! Here he was, a deadly assassin and for the 6th time this month they'd woken up in a bed drenched with pee. Lord knows Gon was trying to be kind and supportive but really, who could blame him for getting tired of waking up soaked?

Gon wanted Killua to start wearing 'protection' at night to bed, but the deadliest bed wetter alive refused to go that far, he had already comprised and let Gon put rubber sheets on the bed so hotel staffs stopped giving them a hard time hadn't he?

In any case they had taken a shower and gotten dressed, and Gon asked Killua to go for a walk by himself and think about what he had said.

'Screw that nonsense.. I'm go and cheer myself up the best way I know how!' Killua thought as he came to the playground area of the park. Nothing lifted his spirits like a little bit of harmless bullying.

Scanning the play area Killua spotted a good first target. a 5-6 year old with dark tanned skin and a black brush cut was digging away in the sandbox, making a moat around a sad looking sand castle he'd made with one hand, while licking away on a mint chocolate ice cream cone with the other.

spotting a plastic bucket with some water in it for the moat, Killua smirked and strolled over.

"Nice fort little guy." He said sarcastically, getting the boys attention and the kid gave him a smile.

"thanks! I was working on it for like ever!" The little guy said, apparently not recognizing the tone.

"Heh, Would be a shame if something happened to it though." Killua chuckled. "you did get house insurance against giants right?"

"Uhhh what?"

"well what if some big mean old giant.." Killua started, stepping into the sand box now. "Just came up..and did THIS!" Killua asked and stomped his foot down on top of the fort, snickering as the little guys eyes went wide.

"HEY! WHY'D YA DO THAT?!?" the little guy yelled, starting to stand up and with tears welling in his eyes.

"Because i'm better, stronger and therefore better then you. Little dorks have to get put in their place." Killua sneer and then grabbed the arm holding the ice cream cone and make the kid smuch it onto his hair. "Geez you little dorks are SUCH messy eaters!"

The boy squealed as the sudden cold on his head and how icky it felt.

"S-Stop this! I-I" the boy tried to make his threat clear but he was also trying not to full on bawl.

"heyyy don't worry about it, I'll help you clear up!" Killua laughed, then snatched up the bucket with the water in it and dumped it on the boys head, then tugged it down over the kids eyes.

"Hey, that's a good look for you, but it's missing something." Killua said and sneered, then turned the boy around and tugged back the kid's short then tanked up on the poor little guys briefs.

"Awww, a fan of sailor moon I see!" Killua teased and hooked the back of the briefs on the back of the bucket, then booted the kid in the ass, sending him sprawling out of the sand pit.

"Alright, I had my fun, get the fuck out of here before I decide to be mean." Killua said cheerfully.

the thought that all of this had been Killua being nice light a fire under the boy's butt, and he ran/crawled off, not even trying to remove the helmet or pick the wedgie out of his butt.

"well, I feel better already." Killua commented to himself, though he noticed a few other kids and adults glaring at him.

"Oh by all means, anyone who wants to try and punish me.. " Killua said, going from a happy goofy look to his slash smile. "Step up."

no one did.

After scaring two more little guys into give him all their ice cream money Killua was in the middle of getting a cone (Double chocolate mint just like the dork had had, it had looked good after all) when he heard a familiar voice.

"That's him Carlo! that's the bully!" cried the dork from before.

Turning around slowly Killua smirked, Carlo was clearly the dork's big brother, and while he was a little bit taller then Killua he had a slim build and the same tanned skin, though his hair was a bit longer while still being short.

"Ok mister, I'm going to give you ONE chance to say sorry to my little brother, and get him a replacement cone. If you don't.." Carlo said, crossing his eyes and glaring at Killua with a death glare.

Killua, who gave those out with ease froze for a tiny fraction of a second, and his bladder twitched, but he shook it off and took a long lick of his ice cream to show he wasn't scared, and to give him time to regain his composure.

"What? If i don't you'll do -what?-" Killua asked. "Try and fight me and end up hanging from the teeth ball pole by your undies? I mean, I'm mostly in a good mood now but if it's a ass kicking you want." Killua sneered.

Carlo rolled his eyes, then smirked.

"You know..I've been in a bit of a funk lately, and beating up bullies always makes me free better.. so thanks." He said.

Killua raised a eyebrow to thank but before he could react, Carlo was right next to him, and much like Killua had done before, taken a gripe on the arm with the ice cream cone.

On small difference though, Carlo wasn't going to make him put it in his hair and had tugged open the front of Killua's shorts and undies.

"W-Wait d-don't!" Killua shrieked, his plea fell on deaf ears though and he was somehow powerless to over come the taller boy power.

As such, a high pitch wail was heard as Killua's twig and berries got a double mint chocolate coating.

Killua's eyes crossed and a cartoonish image flashed in his mind as it felt like his private had just been transformed into two ice cubes and a Icicle, then there was sudden relief and warmth, making him stick his tongue out the side of his mouth in blessed relief.. at least until he noticed the warmth was traveling down his legs.

"heh, Carlo the bully wet himself!" The little guy pointed out, snickering and getting out his phone to take pictures.

"I can see that buddy, Aww, did the cold cold ice cream make da big bad bully go wee wee?" Carlo asked, folding his arms over his chest and baby talking to Killua.

"i..I uh.." Killua stammered, Sure, he was no stranger to soaking his pants at NIGHT while he was asleep, but this was a new one for him! "I..didn't go tinkle?" He finished lamely.

"Rightt then whats that making a puddle on the ground right now and staining your shorts." Carlo asked.

"..I don't have to answer that! In fact, I've had enough of false accusation's and I'm leaveing!" Killua huffed and turned around to do just that, but also exposed his back to his new found enemy.

Carlo, knowing that Killua had wedgie his little brother Hector, moved in and with on hand tugging Killua's shorts back the other grabbed the waist brand of Killua's Barney briefs and lifted up before the poor hunter even had a chance to fight back.

Killua's mouth opened as if he was screaming, and while dogs howled in pain no one with human ears could of heard the noise coming from his mouth, it was that high pitched.

Carlo smirked at the response and said "Awww, Barney briefs? that's just soo..fitting! But I wonder how strong they are?" then adding his other hand to the back of the waist band even as Killua looked over his shoulder and shook his head no, bringing his hands together pleading, Yanked the soon to be ex-hunter off the ground by a good 2 inches if now more and dangled him there as Killua turned pale and went blank eyed.

"Oh wow, those must be reinforced Carlo!" Hector marveled, recording this all for YouTube.

"I know, kinda a shame, if they weren't they'd of snapped by now and he'd know SOME relief." Carlo chuckled then turned him and Killua better into frame for the camera.

"hi I'm Carlo and this is a big bully who tried to pick on my little brother..Huh, never caught his name.. Hey wedgie boy, whats your name?" Carlo asked and holding Killua up with just one arm delivered a hard swat to Killua's buns, which also ended up making his shorts slide down around his ankles showing off his pee stained undies.

"A-AH! M-Mah name is Killua Zoldyck and I'm super super sowwy! Pwease stop!" Killua begged and pleaded, in a voice that sounded like he'd sucked on some helium.

"I dunno Hector, what do YOU think? Has Killua had enough?" Carlo asked, and Killua shot the boy he'd bullied a pleading look, bottom lip trembling and tears welling up.

"Hmmm you know I really think..that you should use him like a yo-yo till his undies snap. THEN I'll forgive him!" Hector giggled.

With both hands on the waist band Carlo went to work even as Killua started to blubber and cry for his mommy.

It ended up taking a record breaking 55 bounces before Killua's undies snapped, and by that time Killua had gone to la-la. with his undies snapped and ripped off off he was too out of it to notice that he was currently face down butt up with nothing covering his der rear and his bubble butt and little package showing.

"oh man.. that explains why he was in such a bad mood.." Hector giggled, having turned off the camera for now but uploading the video. (after all, even with a member as small of Killua's the mods on YouTube would of removed the video)

"man, makes me feel like I picked on a over sized toddler. feeling a little guilty." Carlo said, though in truth he wasn't really.

Killua's shorts were gone by this point as the boys who's ice cream money he had stolen had retrieved them, and after finding some of the cash and taking Killua's wallet, had tossed them in a bin meant for dog waste.

"Well, nothing we can do now, we don't have any spare pants for him." Hector pointed out.

"Well not quite..remember that weird vendor we passed on the way in?" Carlo said, digging into his pocket and pulling out some bill's.

"Heh.. you don't mean.." Hector asked.

"A yup. be a good boy and run and get widdle Killua something to wear." Carlo said, handing the money over and keeping a eye on 'sleeping beauty' while Hector ran off.

Killua was having a wonderful dream about having a endless buffet of candy and chocolates and it was so nice after what must of been a nightmare where he was tormented and bullied beyond belief.

He was slowly waking up and rolling over to sit up and rubbing his eyes. "Nggggh Heyyy Gon, you wouldn't believe the night..mare..I.." Killua started to say then opened his eyes, seeing Carlo and a semi crowd all around.

"Welcome back to the land of the living tiny!" Carlo said.

Killua huffed at that and stood up, about to tell Carlo off, he wasn't THAT much shorter when a breeze blew and he noticed how much he felt it on his on buns.

Looking down his face went crimson and Killua grabbed at his shirt and tugged it down, trying to cover up his privates.

"W-WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY UNDIES? MY SHORTS?!" Killua yelled, getting roars of laughter from the crowd.

"Well your undies were totally wreaked so we tossed them." Carlo said, nodding over to a waste bin for normal trash. "As for your shorts, there was a couple of boys you really seemed to annoy earlier and after getting back they're ice cream money with interest, they tossed them in the dogie waste bin..I doubt you'll want them back."

"but..but.. I can't go around with my ding dong on display!" Killua whined and whimpered.

"That's true. don't worry, I already thought of that shrimp." Carlo said and nodded behind Killua.

Killua turned to look and there was Hector, the brat he wished he'd never of picked on, running back with a pack of...DIAPERS!?

Killua whimpered loudly, a spurt of pee coming out and soaking the bottom of his shirt as he turned back to Carlo with pleading eyes.

"Please no! anything but diapers!" Killua whimpered. "I'm not a baby!"

"heh, Are you SURE about that?" Carlo asked, looking down and making Killua's gaze follow to the damp spot on Killua's t-shirt.

"i..but..that was because.." Killua mewed then shrieked and jumped, grabbing at his bun's as Hector came in range and walloped Killua's baby butt.

Ironically when he came down he landed in Carlo's waiting arms, like a blushing bride.

"Awww how cute, but you really think I'm gonna save you?" Carlo asked, then dropped Killua onto the hard ground and onto his tender buns.

"S-Stop being s-so mean to me!" Killua whined, on the verge of anther crying fit.

"Sheesh, I should of gotten him a paci." Hector said, handing the pack of diapers over to Carlo then tugging the shirt up and off of Killua, using it as a tear rag then tossing it out.

"Oh wow, Lookie here Killua~" Carlo said, reading the pack then holding it in front of Killua's face then read from the back. " 'New little poopers punishment diapers are perfect for your so called big kid who refuses to use the potty! extra thick to ensure they waddle, it comes with a embarrassingly babyish nursery print we promise to have your little stinker blushing bright red. with a special stink guard you and the big baby won't have to deal with their stink!' Heh wow, Oh look, they offer alt versions, that's something to keep in mind if you need more lessons."

Killua meanwhile was looking at the front of the package, showing sobbing pre teens in the bulky diapers and smirking parents.

"I-I changed my mind! I'll go home naked!" Killua whined.

"Nonsense! what kind of person would I be if I let you go without the diaper you CLEARLY need!" Carlo said, as if he was doing Killua a favor. "This is gonna go down one of two ways loser. You can either lay back and suck your thumb while I put as many of these as I can on you, or I can kick your ass, knock you senseless..then put as many of these as I can on you. Either way, you're going back to diapers. YOUR choice."

Killua pouted, started to ball a fist up.. then sighed and laid back, popping his thumb in his mouth and turning away from the crowd as laughter and taunts rang out.

"Loser!"

"Big baby!"

"Wuss!"

Carlo was a little disappointed that Killua decided not to fight back, but he had to admit seeing the wanna be bully accepting his big baby fate was kinda cute.

ripping the back open open Carlo smirked, dispute being the size of a pack that should be able to hold 16 diapers, there was only 6 of them in the pack and he pulled on of the massive things out, making sure everyone could see all the rattles and paci's and teddy bears and the like all over the diaper then unfolded it.

"Ok Shrimp, Butt up! If i have to lift you up I'm giving your buns a swat!" He said and wasn't shocked when Killua's butt almost levitated up in a instant to avoid any more punishment. "good boy!"

getting the almost pillow like diaper under the loser's butt, he gently pushed Killua's butt back down and smirked as Killua loudly sucked on his thumb, getting drool going down his chin as Carlo pulled the front up nice and snug and then taped it up.

"Welcome back to babyhood Shrimp." Hector said, leaning down and snickering, and making Carlo beam with pride.

In the end they only manged to double diaper Killua, the diapers were just too massive and they ripped a third one trying to get it on the babfied brat.

After he was all nice and snug in his diapers Carlo told Killua to try and get up and to Killua's massive shame, not only could he NOT get up on his own, but he couldn't even get close to bringing his knees together.

The fourth time he just plopped down on his butt trying to get up, Carlo rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"-sigh- Ok Shrimp, let me help you." Carlo said as if he was doing Killua a favor.

Holding out his hands Killua took them and got yanked up to his feet, legs wobbling as he tried to center his balance.

"heh, you might need a bit to get used to waddling in there. Try waddling over to that tree over there." Carlo said, pointing to a tree that would of only been 10 seconds away normally, but with this massive bulk taped around his hips it might as well been a mile away.

Still, Killua knew better then to argue at this point and took a wobbly step, then anther, and smirked, thinking he was getting the hand of it.

'I got this! I can-' He was thinking when his fourth step went wrong and with a loud yelp Killua plopped on his butt, a shocked look on his face but not hurt considering the thick padding under his butt.

"Awww, widdle baby Killua doesn't know how to walk!" Hector giggled, getting more laughter from the crowd.

"yeah, guess you better stick to crawling shrimp..you CAN at least do THAT can't you?" Carlo asked, tilting his head and smirking.

Killua huffed, he wanted to try and walk again but knew he wasn't getting any help and there just wasn't anything to help him get up to his feet with around. He toyed with getting in the crawling position and pushing himself up THAT way but had a feeling while he'd be in the middle of it Carlo would just smack his butt and send him face first into the dirt.

getting on all fours and trying to drown out the snickers and flashes of camera phones going off, Killua rolled around and got on all fours and then slowly crawled over towards the tree, glad that he had been right that he could crawl at least.

'at least i didn't have to do a diaper scoot across the ground, knowing my luck it would of ripped apart the diaper and I'd of gotten a spanking.' Killua thought with a sulk as he reached the tree.

"Well well, at least you can crawl, I was worried I was gonna have to carry you over." Carlo snickered. "Now use the true shrimp and get to your feet, and shake that diapered ass and sing us a song about what a big dumb baby you are and how happy you are to be back in diapers."

"..Your joking right?" Killua asked, jaw dropping. "There is NO WAY in hell I'm gonna d-" he started started to say but Carlo cracked the knuckles on his right fist and and light tapped his fist into his open left hand.

"You SURE about that?" Carlo asked.

"..W-what If I can't think of any lyrics because I'm a big dumb baby?" Killua squeaked out, flooding his pampers.

"I'm sure you'll think of something. It's ok if your dumb is lame though, your just a diaper baby shrimp." Carlo said.

Grunting with effort, Killua pulled himself to his feet, hands braced on the three and looked over his shoulder, the crowd was watching with delight and he trying to think of something, anything to sing.

"I...I'm big baby Killua and I'm so happy.." he started, wiggling his diaper, shutting his eyes.

"Because a big strong boy put me in a nappy!

Diapers are totally wear I belong!

so I hope all of you love my big dumb baby song!

I thought I was a bully but I'm just a dweeb

filling my diapers up with pee pee

If i ask for undies look at me like I'm a nut

then make baby poop with a punch to the gut!"

The act of singing the song and keep his eyes closed so he didn't have to see the crowd (though he could hear them laughing and cheering him on) had Killua's body getting into it and he was shaking his diaper booty like there was no tomorrow.

"Stupid babies like me we don't need to think!

we just sit in our diaper and super stink!

Watch me prove that as a baby I'm the best

I'm gonna fill my diapers with a super big mess!"

Killua's eyes shot open at that, had he really just promised that!? worse, his body was again moving on it's own accord and he was squatting down now, grunting and pushing, puffing out his cheeks.

'no no no no! why can't I stop myself! GOOOON! HELP!' Killua thought.

"Killua? whats going on?" Came Gon's voice.

Killua almost didn't believe it at first, it was just he wanted Gon to save him that he heard the voice of his boyfriend! But no, a look over his shoulder showed Gon standing there, eyebrow raised.

"G-Gon you have to s-save me! I-I-I.." Killua tried to tell Gon about what had happened, how he'd been victimized but before he could get the story out, something else came out in the back of his diaper. "I'M POOPING!" Killua cried out.

if the muffled farts hadn't of been hint enough, the back of the THICK diapers bloating out and getting even bigger would of given it away, and despite the diaper's boast of super stink guard, Killua's backed up stinky load (he hadn't gone in 5 days) was filling the area with a rotten smell, driving part of the crowd away.

Gon for his part just held his nose and then shook his head.

"Really Killua? You won't wear diapers to bed despite being a bed wetter, but you'll load them in public..Your coming with me mister man." Gon scolded and walked over.

"Um.. Should we tell him-" hector started to ask Carlo, holding his own nose.

"Nah, it's better this way. you can get out of the area of effect though, I'm gonna go say by by to baby Killua."

Walking over Gon was scolding Killua and swatting his boyfriends mushy butt as Killua whined and whimpered, sucking his thumb and still going.

"Hi, I'm Carlo...I was watching your little guy today." Carlo said, holding out a hand.

"Oh, well, thanks. I'm sure he was a handful." Gon said, giving Killua a look then shaking Carlo's hand.

"well he wasn't that bad. it was a lot of fun actually. anyways, here's the rest of the diapers Killua got and asked me to put on him, and if you even need a babysitter, give me a call." Carlo said.

"Heh, i just might, give me your number." Gon said, taking out his phone and handing it to Carlo, one hand still mushing Killua's tush.

"there we go. anyways, you two have fun! Byeeee baby Killua! you were LOTS of fun to play with." Carlo said and waved bye to the stinky big baby.

"Killua, don't be rude!" Gon scolded.

Killua whimpered, knowing there was no way he was living this down, he was gonna be in diapers for at LEAST a month..and knew it was pointless to try and tell the truth now.

Sliding his thumb out of his mouth as he finished loading his diaper, he gave a weak wave to Carlo and in a small voice said

"Bye bye."

The end

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moonbeambucky · 4 years ago

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Hey Neighbor (Part 24)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader Word Count: 3460 Warnings: fluff, light angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 23 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

The sun beckons you to rise, to leave the bed you’ve grown so accustomed to in the last few days and with reluctance you do, trudging across your apartment to get ready for work even though all you wanted to do was sleep the day away. Finding out you couldn’t graduate on time like you expected to do was a huge blow to your motivation, and Peter’s belittling of the subject didn’t help.

For the first week after you ignored most of his texts, even if they woke you up in the middle of the night. You debated shutting your phone off again like you used to but ever since you started dating Peter you kept it on, rousing from sleep with texts that let you know he was okay after coming back from a fire. You began to reply with just a few words here and there so he didn’t worry. The last thing you wanted was for Peter to come over.

You weren’t in the mood to see him, making up excuses about having to work late instead of wanting to get into the truth about how you were feeling. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to address it, you just didn’t want to now. You already had a terrible headache from all the tears you spent crying over a stupid mistake, you didn’t need to add an argument on top of it.

Knowing Peter’s schedule made it easier to come up with excuses for the days he had off so you didn’t expect him to show up at your door one evening. But it wasn’t Peter’s face that you first saw through the peephole of your door, but the kind smile of a stuffed animal.

Opening the door a little you saw Peter’s eyes peeking out from behind the plush, a floppy eared dog that wasn’t quite as cute as Groot but still adorable nonetheless. Peter lowered the doll revealing a serious expression.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, with sincerity laced in every syllable.

You gripped the door tighter, feeling tears begin to well in your ears but still you said nothing. Two words could not make up for the four he said that broke you.

“I realized how much of a jerk I was, I didn’t validate your feelings and I’m sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you.”

A tear rolled down your cheek as you sniffled, opening the door wide enough for Peter to come inside, enveloping you in his arms. More apologies fell from his lips as did your tears but when Peter nudged the nose of the stuffed animal against your arm you began to smile. He pretended like the dog wanted to get in on the hug and you happily obliged.

Peter stayed for a while, explaining he switched days off with someone. It kind of threw off his schedule but he didn’t care. “You’re worth it,” he told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You kissed him goodbye, waving the dog’s paw as he walked down the hallway. While it was nice to have made up with Peter there’s still a feeling of resentment deep down inside that you can’t help but hold onto.

Despite forgiving him Peter still wanted to make sure he was there for you, by distracting you on the day you should have been graduating and going to a movie under the stars at Riverside Park. You held hands, resting your head on Peter’s shoulder as you watched Footloose, “the greatest movie in history” according to him.

The chill of the night made you shiver and Peter draped his jacket around your shoulders and from that moment on you sort of spaced out, remembering a chilly night not long ago when you were wearing Bucky’s jacket as he kept you bundled in a warm hug. The memories stung like needles in your heart. The movie is a blur. Your mind was off graduation but lingered on more unpleasant thoughts...

It didn’t take long to get your mind off the past, not when you began working at Metro-General again. Elena was kind enough to let you complete your hours on the weekends and it was only going to take just over a month. Working long hours at two different places every day of the week was going to be a bit of struggle but it was one you would happily push through.

You saw less of Peter as a result but truthfully you hadn’t the chance to see much of anyone except for Steve at Stark’s and occasionally running into Sam at the hospital. When your schedules did allow for an evening together you weren’t much company, spread out along the couch with Groot at your side, cuddling him as you shut your eyes until dinner was ready. And afterwards Peter joined you in the shower, the water waking you up enough to feel every sweet press of Peter’s lips on your skin as you got clean– and dirty together

In bed, your hand rested on his chest as Peter held you close, whispering your name softly to see if you were still awake. A soft hum vibrated in your throat and Peter asked something you thought you’d be able to avoid.

“Thor’s having a barbecue on Monday. Can we go?”

Monday, Labor Day, the only day you had not to do any laboring except for much needed laundry. You really wanted to spend it sleeping until noon, possibly later, and enjoy the only day you had off.

Peter’s lips flattened into a thin line, wondering if you had fallen asleep or didn’t respond on purpose. He knew it might be hard to convince you, with you being so exhausted already during the first week of your new schedule but he really wanted to see you that day and with a deep breath he let you know how much it would mean.

“I love you Y/N and I really miss you. We wouldn’t have to stay long, I just wanna be with you since we both have off.”

You hoped Peter couldn’t feel the way your heart began to rapidly pound against your rib cage. Peter loves you? He said the words. He said them and you… tried to pretend you were asleep. You were probably doing a terrible job, Peter could surely feel your panicked breathing.

You had to say something. Anything. But you couldn’t say it back.

Not those words.

Through a sleep-laden sigh you mumbled an “okay” a guilt fueled answer in response to a party you really didn’t want to go to, along with the rhythm of words that could maybe have been an “I love you too” if someone chose to interpret them that way.

Despite how tired you were it took some time to fall asleep with Peter’s words keeping you awake.

Thor lived in a narrow apartment with clean white walls and light oak floors, and simple furniture that left room for a lot of open space. There was a plain wood table with curved back chairs on thin tapered legs, a decent sized couch across from a slim TV mounted on the wall, and a large potted plant growing tall and green, soaking up the sun from the glass doors that opened to an outdoor balcony.

You first spotted Gamora inside, standing up to greet you and Peter. The women she was speaking with introduced themselves as Jane and Darcy, and they were happy to have another person to talk to that didn’t work for the FDNY.

“We were outnumbered before but now you’re here!” Darcy cheerfully said.

“We’re still outnumbered,” you heard Jane remark in passing as you made your way to the balcony to find Thor.

He took a moment to step away from the patio sized barbecue to say hello before returning to ensure the meat was properly turned on the grill. Over his shoulder he introduced you to some of his coworkers introduced by their last names, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg.

Everyone got on along well and the conversation made everyone smile. Peter broke out in laughter as he told a story about Drax, who was working today and couldn’t defend himself or his sensitive nipples. You were having a really nice time but while eating Thor’s food you couldn’t help but think how this would compare to George’s barbecuing. Is Bucky there now? Is Claire? Are they happy?

Are you?

You don’t see Peter again until the end of the week, another night spent in his apartment that you should have felt a little more comfortable in by now but you don’t. Sure you’ve slept there often enough and showering wasn’t strange but it was something on a deeper level that you didn’t connect to. Everything still felt like Peter’s, which makes sense of course but the feeling you can’t get past is that you can’t see these things ever feeling like yours.

Groot nudged your arm to stretch across your lap, eating a cookie that crumbled on your thigh. Ironically Peter’s pets were the only things you really felt connected to. Oh and Peter too, you realized as an afterthought, feeling bad about it.

Your head was hanging down, staring at Groot as you stroked his head, not paying much attention to Peter as he sat back on the couch. He stretched his legs out onto the coffee table, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. His hands dug around the cushions for his Firestick remote, asking if you’ve seen it but instead of answering your head snapped up at the mellifluous voice of Shirley Jones.

Seeing The Music Man left you in a state of frozen shock, and watching as Marion sings to herself of her feelings for Harold Hill, the feelings she’s been denying for some time now brought painful tears to your eyes. You couldn’t stop them, tears dropping on top of poor Groot’s head as Marion poured her heart out for the person she loved.

Peter turned when he heard you sniffling, giving up his quest to find the smaller remote and wrapping his arms around you. “Awww kitten, you cry at musicals, that’s so sweet!” He kissed your temple, a feather light peck pushed daggers into your heart. “I cry too, like the time I saw Little Shop of Horrors…”

Peter’s words fade as you focus on the pain radiating in your chest, the ache of an atrophied muscle beating to a song you made it forget. It cries out in longing as Marion does for Harold… as you long for Bucky.

It’s hard to believe that a little over a year ago you were invited by Tony Stark to be a part of the team that got The September Foundation off the ground. You remember being taken to his office, nervous as if the principal was going to call your mom and becoming absolutely flabbergasted when he asked you to work on this project.

It’s funny how things have a tendency to work out. When your living situation changed so did your life, and Stark Industries became a raft in the water. It kept you afloat as you cruised slowly down the river towards your degree, and when the time came to complete your requirements you took a chance, sailing on choppy waters and in the end you survived. Not only did you survive but you came out stronger.

The last year has given you so much to be grateful for, from being able to have the opportunity to learn from one of the city’s best damn social workers Elena Rodriguez to working alongside brilliant minds like Tony Stark and Pepper Potts and so many others to create an amazing organization.

The September Foundation opens its doors next week but tonight was all about celebrating. You’re shaking with nerves but in an exciting way as you take your Uber to the modern penthouse of a gorgeous hotel in Tribeca.

Your heels clack on the large marble tiles that spread across the lobby. It's a mix of modern and contemporary with charcoal walls and a sleek backlit sign above the check in desk with the most gorgeous chandeliers you’ve ever seen, like fireworks frozen in their fullest burst. To the side people sit on velvet green chairs that surround a gold hammered coffee table, noses glued to their phones.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirrored elevator doors, standing taller when you notice your slouch. There is no need to slouch tonight, you look and feel amazing. Dressed in an elegant black halter gown with a thick embellishment of pearls on the neckline, you kept your jewelry simple with a delicate gold bracelet, letting the dress and bold red lipstick stand out.

“Y/N!” a woman’s voice beamed, and you spotted the reflection of Maria Hill in the mirror.

You turned around, finding yourself in her tight embrace. You always got along well with her, but you didn’t think your former boss would be this happy to see you. She introduced you to a man you had seen only in pictures, Tony’s friend James Rhodes who he had always called Rhodey, and while she walked in on his arm you didn’t want to assume anything.

The elevator ride up to the penthouse was filled with small talk, Maria couldn’t believe how much had changed since she last saw you. She handed you her card, “That’s my mobile,” she said with a hint of an Australian accent peeking through, encouraging you to call and catch up while she’s in town.

Rhodey extended his arm across the elevator doors, allowing you and Maria to exit first. You were stunned looking around the space rented for the event. Floor to ceiling glass walls gave a panoramic view of the Manhattan skyline. The outdoor balcony was grand, with stylish seating and candlelit tables.

Tony walked out from around a corner, looking sharp in a designer suit and perfectly knotted bow tie. He was accompanied by a woman in all black, the event planner who clutched a tablet in hand, her head whipping around in all directions as she spoke to him visually scoping the space for any last minute issues that needed tending to.

He smiled as he spotted the three of you, his eyes lifting with acknowledgment before he could come over. Pepper had come out from somewhere behind you, stunning in a twilight blue satin dress. More people who were part of The September Foundation team quickly filed in from the elevator taking your attention away from lingering on the tiny protrusion below Pepper’s waist, your suspicions confirmed later when she refused a glass of champagne. A lot of things had changed indeed.

When the gala was officially opened you were meeting and greeting with so many faces, repeating yourself a few dozen times though never losing enthusiasm. This was so important and you really hoped tonight’s event was not only a celebration of everyone’s hard work but a reminder for those with philanthropic abilities to continue supporting this community outreach program.

Familiar faces in the crowd made you light up brighter than the sun. You greeted Natasha, Wanda and Steve, all dressed impeccably for the event. “Where’s Clint?” you asked.

“Where else?” Natasha chuckled, pointing towards him stalking a tray of bacon wrapped dates.

Wanda apologized for Sam, he was working tonight in the ER and obviously couldn’t make it.

“Peggy sends her regards as well,” Steve chimed in. “She had to fly back to England for some family business.”

You understood, almost all of your friends were there at least but not everyone. You had thought about inviting Bucky but extending an invitation to Claire didn’t feel right and purposely not inviting her felt worse. And after your stomach felt like it got flipped upside down you gave up on the thought altogether. You and Bucky weren’t friends anymore and you’re not sure you ever could be again.

“I don’t see Peter,” Steve said.

Wanda and Natasha were no longer beside him and you felt comfortable enough to whisper, “I broke up with him.”

You knew things weren’t the same anymore. It began when Peter showed a lack of respect and concern when you couldn’t graduate on time but even after he apologized you knew it was over the moment he told you he loved you and you couldn’t say it back. You didn’t love Peter. You had fun with him, you enjoyed his company but you didn’t love him and you would never be in love with him.

The breakup happened shortly after your last night together, when The Music Man reminded you that you did love someone once and even if they didn’t feel the same you owed it to yourself to be with someone you could love. It felt weird not telling your friends about what happened but with The September Foundation opening and finishing up the hours at Metro-General you really didn’t have a lot of time to focus on anything else.

Besides, you didn’t need them for this. Breaking up with Peter didn’t hurt because you knew it was the right thing to do, although saying goodbye to Rocket and Groot was terrible.

Steve clenched his jaw, swallowing before he asked, “Does he know?”

Your brow creased. “Who?”

“Bucky.”

What difference would it make if Bucky knew? Bucky chose to be with someone else. You weren’t good enough in his opinion so what is the point? Your breakup has no effect on his relationship.

You held your tongue, remembering where you were. With a frustration laced sigh you answered, “It doesn’t matter Steve. He–”

Before you could finish, Tony stood beside you and interrupted, “I’m so sorry, could I bother the lovely Miss Y/L/N? There are a few people I’d like her to speak with. Tony Stark, by the way,” Tony said, extending his hand towards Steve even as his feet began walking in the opposite direction.

Steve understood, this was technically work related but he wished he could have told you the truth about Bucky and Claire. He let out a heavy sigh, wondering if it was even his place but he was tired of the two of you ignoring the truth. You insisted on never speaking about Bucky, cutting Steve off if even tried to say something and Bucky was just as bad. He told Steve about his breakup with Claire but when your name came up it was too painful to hear.

He shook his head with frustration; Steve can’t believe he is friends with the two biggest idiots in the world, idiots that couldn’t see what was right in front of them.

He debated texting Bucky, telling him to come down here and profess his feelings in a grand way but he didn’t. You would definitely hate that, not wanting to take any attention away from the important organization that actually mattered, and besides Bucky was busy at his own event tonight, the screening for a movie he scored. Steve sighed again, grabbing a glass of champagne off a tray and drinking it quickly, hoping that one day soon you and Bucky can finally work this out.

Your feet ached all the way home until you finally stepped through the door and pulled them off, the wood a cool relief on your soles. Your dress was hung back up and you slipped into comfortable pajamas and a tank top. You spot the breakfast pajama bottoms, happy faced foods staring back at you wondering why you haven’t worn them in months. It was stupid, you loved those pajamas but you couldn’t put them on since Bucky wore them.

A tear slips slowly down your cheek as you think of his runway walk but you convince yourself it's just the water you’ve splashed on your face as you take off your makeup. You’re thoroughly exhausted after tonight and yet floating on a cloud carried by joy as everything worked out.

You completed your internship hours this past weekend and though you did have to wait until December you were going to graduate, officially. The September Foundation was going to keep you busy until then as you were asked to stay on to oversee everything and help it run smoothly. You were optimistic but Tony said to always be prepared for the worst. His words rang true in your head as you received a phone call from Sam an hour or two after you shut your eyes.

Harsh puffs blew out from his nose and mouth as if he was trying to catch his breath. He sounded relieved when you answered though his voice was unsteady, “Y/N, come down here quick. It’s Bucky... there was an accident.”

PART 25

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dokifluffs · 4 years ago

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Comforting their Bullied S/O | Yamaguchi, Suga, Akaashi

Pairirng: Yamaguchi X Reader (gender neutral), Suga X Reader (gender neutral), and Akaashi X Reader (gender neutral)

Genre: angst to fluff 🥺👉👈

Request: “Are requests open? I would like to request hcs for Yams, Suga and Akaashi. How would they comfort their s/o if they were to get bullied. Thank you in advance!” - anonnie

Author’s Note: Indeedy requests are open~ Awww this is so cute and this was so fun to write 😊 Also here’s third year akaashi 🥺🥺

Warnings: name calling (suga), insults (akaashi) , embarrassment (yamaguchi) ((note: these are the things in their hcs, not what they do or say to y/n))

Yamaguchi:

“Y/N, let’s eat” Yamaguchi’s voice was gentle and a little excited as he stood in the doorway of your classroom, looking to your empty seat as the halls behind him filled with kids rushing to the cafeteria

“Excuse me, do you know where Y/N went?” He asked one of your friends, approaching them as they opened up and ate their own bentos at their desk

“Oh, they ran off when the bell rang..” one spoke, paused from her eating. He didn’t miss how everyone else around had a sad look as they looked down to their bentos

“Do- do you know where they went?” He asked, curious since you didn’t tell him anything new or different about lunch. He remembered distinctly you telling him that the two of you should eat together today last night

“We’re not so sure but they seemed pretty sad... I mean I know I would be too if senses outed me like that,” another spoke, stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of rice

“Ah, thank you, enjoy your meals,” he said as he left your classroom. He didn’t really know where to look and instead went to the spot the two of you usually ate together at

Snow slowly fell outside, the clouds gray and bits of snow sticking here and there as he walked down the hall toward the stairwell

Pushing the door open, the sound echoed around the tall, spacious place. The area cold since it was in the corner of the school

Before he could leave, he heard the slightest sound that caught his ear. Walking around the corner to the stairs, he saw you

You sat curled up with your hands linked together below your legs, folded up to your chest. Your eyes were red and teary as you sniffled, your head resting on one knee, squishing your cheek

“Y/N, what happened?” Yamaguchi forgot about the cold, taking a step up towards you, one half holding the railing while the other held his dangling bento. “How come you weren’t in the classroom?”

You turned in your seat, making space for him on the step to which he sat himself beside you, his undivided attention unwavering

You reached into your uniform pocket and took out the crumpled wad of paper, handing it to him

He unfolded it, seeing it was a mock everyone in your guys’ year recently took. Apparently, the curve was harder than the previous years

He saw the red marks made by your teachers hand but it made him curious since he referred back to what your friend had said before he left

“I feel... so dumb,” your voice weak. You took the test and crumpled it back into a ball, putting it beside you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look at it. “I wanna go home, tadashi,” you said dejectedly, resting your head on his shoulder

“Can I ask what happened in class?” He treaded carefully

It honestly hurt to think back to not too long ago. The sickening embarrassment rose back up in your chest

“When we got our tests back, sensei purposefully gave mine back last. He held it up for the class to see saying that this was a perfect example of what not to do on a test,” you sobbed

He couldn’t believe what he heard

“I honestly thought I did pretty okay... I felt good about it afterwards,” you used your sleeve to wipe your nose. “But I guess I was wrong,” you sighed

Yamaguchi empathized with you, however. The two of you studied before his practice and even over the weekend, diligently reviewing. He felt good about his test too but unfortunately for quite a handful wrong

There just wasn’t as many marked wrong on his compared to yours but he would never say that. It was the last thing you needed

“You’re not dumb and what sensei did was wrong of him. Everyone’s talking about how hard the test was... even I found it hard..” he scratched the back of his head, laughing just a little to lighten the atmosphere

“Really?” You peered over to him, eyes big

“Really. And this was just a mock too- let’s study and work even harder together and prove sensei wrong.” He took your hand in his, surprised at how cold it was

“You’ll do a lot better next time, I know you will. We both will,” he leaned his head down to find your eyes, showing you a kind smile, one that warmed you up in this cold cold world

“But let’s go somewhere warmer,” he offered, standing up, leading you out of the cold stairwell. But little did he know that you were always warm enough with him

Suga:

You bit your lip hard, biting back the tears but your eyes couldn’t stop watering up every single time you could hear their voices in your mind

You never did anything to them so why did they target you? How did they enjoy hurting someone’s feelings on purpose?

The old supply/ janitor closet was dark, dusty, and cold, a single dim lightbulb hanging and shining in the center of the room but you paid no mind finding comfort in the dark. It had a musty smell to it but you never paid mind to it if it meant solitude

The room itself was small, even smaller with the old metal shelves leaned up against two of the four walls in a corner, old basketballs and deflated soccer balls, cobwebbed cones sitting on the dusty shelves

You sat in the corner that connected the two shelves, sat next to, practically behind, an old rolled up gymnastic mat that was discarded in here due to rips and tears in the material

It was able to hide the red flush in your cheeks, your slightly runny nose and your tear filled eyes

You sat on the ground, playing with a ping pong ball that was left out by accident long ago, bouncing it on the concrete floor, the sound of it echoing

Beyond the door, you could hear the sounds of the volleyball poles used to hold the bet up being lifted from the posts they stood in, the chatter of the team as approached

You knew they carried the poles to the other closet, the cleaner and bigger one for all gym and sports equipment so you didn’t panic or anything hearing their steps approach

However, this all changed when the old doorknob jiggled, shadows of someone’s feet visible beneath the crack of the door

You scooted back into the corner, bringing your legs in as much as you could to hide yourself, not wanting to be seen or to have your little place discovered

“Y/N?” Suga’s honey voice called out to you as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. “Are you in here?”

It had completely slipped your mind that you stayed after school for your own club activities and planned to stay a bit longer to walk home with suga but then you bumped into them

They were quick to spot you and begin to nit pick things about you- the way you looked, dressed, spoke but you never understood why. They were always ones to tease and push your buttons in class, acting all friendly whenever any teacher passed by. They even brought up your relationship with suga

With a burning ache in your heart, a wound they constantly prodded their fingers at, you naturally came to what you deemed your little closet after you discovered it one day, trying to get away from reality

It was small and unlocked and nowhere near the heart of the school since it was by the gym which was perfect. It was your safe place at school

“I’m here,” your croaked, tossing your ping pong out to the old counter with the sink across from you. The ball bounced back to you and it wasn’t long until suga sat down beside you

You kept your eyes down on your lap, pretending to focus and stare at the off-white plastic ball in your hands, rolling it about

“Are you okay?” He asked, sitting himself in the slim space between you and the metal shelf. “I saw you come in earlier and you haven’t come out since...”

“Yeah,” You lied, making your voice sound as natural as you could but of course it cracked just a little at the end, keeping your eyes down

“Are you really?” His voice was so gentle with you, he was always so kind... their words rang into your mind once again, their words etched deep. Why was he with you?

“Who would want to be with a loser like you?” They asked, making you feel bitter and worthless

You shook your head, your vision blurred until you felt the weight of a tear drip from your eye onto your hand with a little splat sound. Your words were caught in your throat, unable to speak. He knew exactly what group did this to you yet they never had the guts to say it while he was around or beside you

Suga didn’t say anything either but instead brought his arms around you, his hand on your head to bring you closer to him. He spread his legs and sat himself around you, holding you close as he hummed softly

“Don’t listen to them.. no matter what they say, it isn’t true,” his voice just above a whisper but it was enough to go into your ears, his hand rubbing down your arm.

“But what if it is?” You sobbed, your knitted together in worry as you looked up to him, even catching him off guard. “What if what they said was true?.... that you don’t actually want to be with me..” it hurt to say out loud

“Ow,” you brought your hand to your forehead, looking back up to suga who had softly flicked you

“They’re wrong. I’m with you because I care about you and there’s nothing about you that would make me leave since you’re the reason I want to stay,” he huffed a little

“Don’t cry,” he spoke a moment later, using the back of his club sweater to wipe your tears away. “Let’s go get a snack and take a long walk home, okay?” He flashed his signature smile to you, holding your hands happily in his

Akaashi: ft. bokuto 😗

The sky was getting darker and darker, clouds heavy, ready to split at any second, sending a heavy downpour all over the land

Winds blew strongly, making the branches sway, pulling off leaves, sending them rolling all over

From what you could see as you sat below one not too far from the water station of the volleyball camp, you could see the winds turning the leaves showing their pale undersides

Rumbles of thunder sounded in the distance, the humid wind blowing in your ears

You sniffled to yourself, picking at the grass around you, your back pressed against the bark of the large tree

You looked down to your hands, looking at your taped fingers but it only made you sadder making you feel like you were sinking deeper and deeper into your own little pit

“What happened?” Akaashi’s subtle voice was soft. You didn’t even hear his steps but it was most likely due to the wind

He sat beside you, offering a drink from his bottle but you declined

You let go of the stray pieces of grass, watching as they flew away and disappeared into the taller grasses that danced with the wind, creating a wave effect

“F/N said you went to get water but you haven’t come back since”

“Do...” you tried to gather your words, pushing through. “Do you think I made a mistake? Choosing to play volleyball?”

“No, why would I?” But then he put the pieces together. You had told him about a few girls on your team who you overheard doubting your skills as a setter

He was aware of your insecurities since you were a manager your first year and last year you rode the bench but now that you two were third years, it meant you were going to play

It made you nervous. The slightest mistake crushed you from the inside out. He could imagine what it felt like to hear such discouraging things from your teammates

“They-“ You hiccuped, the heat of the emotional pain you felt rushing up your back. “They told me I should have never made the team. They called me useless...”

you sat cross legged beside Akaashi, fidgeting with your fingers, your hair getting caught up in your face, strands getting into your eyes cause of the wind

“You literally make it so much harder to hit the ball since you can’t even get under the ball in time. We might as well have a ds (defensive specialist aka a passer) give us bump sets instead of the doubles you give us,” one mocked to which everyone else agreed and laughed

A team wasn’t supposed to feel like this...

“Maybe they were right... it’s not too late for me to just manage boys anyways...” you shook your head, even breaking into a smile with no happiness behind it

“You’re an exceptional player, y/n. I’ve seen it.” He did his best to clear your hair from your eyes. “Bokuto has mentioned it numerous times, too.” He did his best to ease your doubts. Akaashi wasn’t fond of your “teammates”

“We both know what you’re like once you’re in the zone.” The image of you setting for bokuto whenever you had spare time and paid them a visit at their practices last year came to mind. “You know it better than anyone else. Give yourself some time and loosen up.” He rested his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it

“Prove to them how wrong they are, because they are.” He leaned down to find your eyes, giving you a reassuring smile

“We should also head back in,” he mentioned seeing flashes of lightning, cracks of thunder even louder than moments ago, the storm closer than ever. “Someone’s waiting for you,” he held your hand as the two of you walked back

“Who?” You wiped away remnants of your sadness

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/N!” Bokuto’s voice boomed as soon as the two of you stepped through the gym. He came over to there if you in no time, meeting you at the edge of the court

He was dressed in his own light blue practice shirt and white shorts, wearing his extended knee pads as if he was a third year practicing once again

“Toss for me!” His eyes sparkled as he rubbed your head. “I love your fosses, no offense, Akaashi”

“I- I don’t know...” you hesitated feeling the eyes of your teammates on you, whispering to each other on the court beside the one Fukurodani was occupying

“Training ended for the day so technically, it’s free time. Come on, toss for me so I can show these third years what an ace really is,” he said excitedly

But before you could say anything, he was already holding your wrist, leading you to the court as he gestured to his “the way of the ace” shirt

Looking back to Akaashi, all he could do was give you a kind smile, unable to really say otherwise since Bokuto had repeatedly talked to him about seeing you play

As Bokuto stretched out his arms on he side, you warmed up your fingers

“Don’t be nervous. Show them what you can do, Y/N. And this is Bokuto, you know exactly how he likes it,” Akaashi said quietly only to you. “You can do this.”

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justcourttee · 4 years ago

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Girl’s Night Out

This was a request from AO3 and I hope you enjoy!

Marinette narrowly avoided his hand as she dove into her apartment, a flash of blonde slamming the door shut behind her.

“Marinette! It’s just a date! Why do you keep avoiding me?”

The pounding on the door prattled on for a few moments more as Marinette laid face first on the ground, catching her breath. As the noise drifted into silence, she risked a peek to where Stephanie stood, her eye glued to the peek hole.

“Are we clear yet?”

“Almost, Mrs. Baker from across the hall is giving him her signature lecture.”

The two girls shared a giggle as Marinette pushed herself into a sitting position.

“But you know Mari, he did bring up an interesting point.”

“And what was that?”

Stephanie’s mischievous glare turned to her, her stunning blue eyes boring hole into Marinette’s.

“At least twice a week, some guy offers to walk you home in an attempt to ask you out and every week, you always turn them down. Why is that I suppose?”

Her hand gracefully extended to offer Marinette help. Marinette’s eyes darted to where the hand awaited, the rogue in her cheeks beginning to monopolize her face as she slowly reached up to accept it.

“I don’t know Steph. Maybe I’m not just that into them.”

In one swift motion, Stephanie had pulled her to her feet, Marinette’s forehead level with the girl’s chin as she tilted up to get a better view of her roommate. While she had grown some over the year, Marinette had barely hit 5’0” leaving the blonde girl a cool half foot taller than her.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s just them.”

Stephanie’s slim fingers cupped her chin as she pulled her tilted head upward, Stephanie’s own head tilting down until their noses were mere centimeters apart. Her eyes were sparkling, captivating Marinette every thought until she couldn’t remember how she had gotten herself into this position. She was so close to the very lips that had starred in her dreams for the past six months. She wondered if they would taste like strawberries, just how she imagined.

“Maybe, you’re not into guys at all. Could that be it Ms. Dupain-Cheng?”

“I-i,” Marinette’s eyes flickered between her roommates lips and the piercing, inquisitive eyes that seemed to be taunting her.

“Oh well, you like who you like huh? What do you want for dinner? I’m thinking of ordering a pizza, whatcha think?”

In a flash, she was gone, leaving Marinette a stumbling hot mess as she coyly walked away, her ever present smirk returning to her face. The smaller girl couldn’t help the flustered red that had moved from her cheeks to down her neck. The lingering smell of something tropical followed wherever Stephanie stood, and now as Marinette shook away her previous thoughts, she could notice the small blush that lingered on the blonde’s face as well.

“Um yeah, Pizza-a sounds me to great, I mean great me to, ugh great to me.”

Stephanie’s giggle rang in her ears as she darted past the blonde and into her room, mumbling something that sounded close to ‘call me when it’s here’ before slamming her door shut. She couldn’t will her heart to still as she slumped against the door, her mind replaying just how close she was to her roommate.

Absentmindedly, her hand reached up, tracing her lips. Her imagination began drifting to the idea of closing that distance the next time she had a chance, but if she tried and she was wrong about how Stephanie felt, she would be no better than the guys that pursued her from class.

With a great sigh, Marinette stood, moving herself onto her bed before her legs gave out again. Her hand flailed around her comforter until it connected on the cold smooth screen of her phone. Rolling over, she clicked on the first contact that she had, the one she always called about her girl problems.

“Mariiiii, when are you coming to Gothammm? Dami is only ever nice to me when you’re heree.”

“Hi Dick, how’s it going Dick? I’m doing great Dick, thanks for asking.” Marinette chuckled as the boy sighed dramatically, the sound of him plopping echoing through the speaker.

“Fine, how are you Mari? I’m assuming you’re calling to gush about Steph again instead of fixing my Damian problems?”

“I never gush about her,” Marinette felt her cheeks flush again as Dick continued trying to shame her. “Dick, I just wanted to ask you how to ask her out?”

The line went silent, almost too silent for Dick. Marinette pulled the phone away from her cheek to ensure that she had not accidentally ended the call. Bringing it back to her ear, she called out hesitantly for her friend.

“Ohhhhh, no no no, I’m still here, I’m still here, you just caught me off guard. You’re finally going to do it? Awww, Mari! I’m so excited! Okay, okay, where to start?”

Marinette felt wary as she listened in on the incoherent mumbling of Dick as he spewed what sounded like multiple scenarios for her love life.

“I’ve got it!” The smaller girl couldn’t help but flinch as his voice rang through the phone. “You should invite her to a dinner and movie! That way you only have to talk for like an hour and the rest of the time gives you a break to step back and try to hold her hand. Yes, yes, it will be perfect!”

She wasn’t sure if perfect was the right word for it, but hearing the excitement in Dick’s voice gave her the push she needed. After some brief words of encouragement, Marinette tossed her phone to the side before pulling out her sketchpad, her eyes determined as she placed the tip of the pencil to the clean page.

For a stunning woman who could make anything look good, Marinette was determined to make Stephanie the perfect date night outfit, one that her effortless beauty coils shine through. She was so lost in thought, she didn’t even notice the pitter of soft footsteps as they retreated from her closed door. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

As Friday evening rolled in, Marinette finally felt the nerves crashing down that she had been bottling all week. Gripping her carefully wrapped design, Marinette tried to count backward from ten to calm herself before entering the living room.

“Marii, you home?”

Her voice was so sweet as it echoed through the hallway, so soothing calling her name.

“Ah, there you are! What’s that?”

Marinette jumped slightly as the blonde seemingly materialized before her. Stephanie leaned in, her hair smelled fruity as it tickled Marinette’s nose. Gingerly, she poked the package, her eyes sparkling as the material gave way.

“No way, did you make me something?”

Marinette nodded quickly as she shoved the gift into her roommate's hands, her face on fire as their hands brushed. Stephanie gently unfolded the paper, her eyes widening as she lifted up the dress, allowing it to fall to its full length. With a giant smile, she darted past the smaller girl and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

Moments later, she reemerged, sending Marinette’s heart into a frenzy.

“So, what do you think?”

The fabric hung off her every curve, just as the designer had anticipated, but perhaps she anticipated it a little too well. Her body was too distracting and Marinette’s eyes were traveling no matter how much she begged them to stop.

“Mari?”

Her eyes snapped up to meet two mischievous blue ones, her blonde hair swinging freely around her pale face, just as distracting as the rest of her.

“You’re beautiful Steph.” Her voice sounded foreign. Did it always crack like that? She wasn’t sure.

“You’re right, I was thinking I would wear it on our Girl’s Night Out tonight!”

Stephanie’s smile was blinding as she feigned a twirl, admiring the fluttering material.

“Girls night out?”

She nodded vigorously as Marinette’s skipping heart dropped to her stomach.

“I overheard you and Dick saying that we needed to go out and\\\\ you’re so right, we haven’t been out just the two of us in a while. So what’d you say? Dinner and movie for a couple of besties?”

Marinette swallowed hard as she forced herself to nod. This wasn’t anything like she had planned. She was supposed to finally ask her on a date, show her the time of her life, find out if her lips really did taste like strawberries like they had in her dream.

“Great! Now you go get changed and we can leave!”

Stephanie ushered Marinette into her room before pulling the door shut behind her. The designer stared at the outfit she had picked out on the bed, a pair of flared pants with a white turtleneck and the necklace she had never returned to Stephanie. It felt pointless and she couldn’t stop the hot tear that forced its way down her cheek.

“Hurry up Mari!”

The knocking on her door snapped her out of it as she slipped out of her clothes and into the ones on her bed. This wasn’t the time for crying, this was the time for a change of strategy. Stephanie wanted a girl’s night out? Fine. But for Marinette, tonight would be the night that she answered the question she so desperately wanted to know.

Cracking open the bedroom door, she forced a smile as Stephanie gushed over their coordinated outfits. Gathering her purse and keys, she allowed her roommate to drag her out of their apartment, the wheels turning before the door had even shut. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Every single one of Marinette’s plans had failed.

She tried at dinner to ask Stephanie how she felt, but the girl became easily distracted by the band that traveled from table to table serenading couples. As they walked to the movies, she attempted to grab her swinging hand, but Stephanie was faster as she linked their arms, dragging her faster to the theater. Finally, during the movie, she tried to sneak her arm around Stephanie’s shoulders, but the girl mistook it for her grabbing popcorn and moved the snacks into Marinette’s lap.

At this point, it felt hopeless.

“Marinette, are you going to tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been down all night. Kind of hard to enjoy a girl’s night out when you’re all bummy.”

Marinette couldn’t help the cringe that came with those cursed words leaving Stephanie’s mouth. They mocked her every attempt to turn this into a date.

“Stephaine, I never meant for this to be a girl’s night out.”

“Oh?” The blonde cocked her head to the side as she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, her mischievous blue eyes glistening as always. “Then did I misunderstand something? Was Alya supposed to come in and you were going to ask her to accompany you this evening?”

“No!” Marinette cleared her throat before trying again. “No, I wanted it to be you, but I-uh-well-you see- itwassupposedtobeadate.”

“What was that?”

Stephanie was just rubbing salt into her wounds as those blue eyes shined like two spotlights on Marinette’s face. Of course, she wasn’t interested, why would she be?

“Nevermind, forget I said anything, let’s just go home.”

As Marinette took a step forward, a hand shot out, gripping hers, forcing her to turn around. Her forehead collided with Stephanie's chest earning a small yelp of protest from the girl as she tried to pull away from the hug.

“Stupid Marinette, I knew you were going to ask me out, I just was curious to see if you’d correct me.”

Marinette stopped struggling as she propped her head up to get a better view of her roommate.

“You...knew?”

Stephanie nodded before a giggle slipped through breaking into full-blown laughter. Marinette felt the blood rush to her cheeks from both the embarrassment and anger she felt.

“Don’t play with my emotions like that Stephaine! I really like you okay?”

The giggles ceased as Stephanie raised an eyebrow at the smaller girl. With one sudden movement, her lips came crashing down onto Mari’s. It was quick and messy and when she pulled back, Marinette was positive that she was going to explode.

“I’m not playing with anyone’s emotions. I like you too Marinette.”

Marinette stared in awe at the blonde as her forehead rested on hers, both girls donning ear-splitting smiles as the world seemed to stop.

“Uhm, Stephanie, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

“Is that your extremely adorable way of asking me out?”

Marinette nodded slowly, careful not to break contact with the blonde, terrified the moment would end.

“Then yes, I absolutely would love to.”

Stephanie’s lips inched closer, patiently waiting to connect with Marinette’s once more. As they were mere centimeters away, Marinette pulled back her head, breaking the serenity they had formed.

“One rule though.”

“Oh?” Stephanie raised her eyebrows in challenge at the smaller girl.

“You are never ever allowed to utter the words girls night out ever again.”

Stephanie’s smile was blinding as she pecked her girlfriend's cheek.

“Never again, I promise.”

In one smooth movement, Marinette tangled her fingers in the blonde’s hair, pulling her face down until their lips met.

Only one thought crossed her mind as she rode on the high of kissing the girl before her.

Her lips really do taste like strawberries.

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Spotlight: A Life Of A Troubled Celebrity Heartthrob Ch 2

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As usual the party was much bigger than expected. By the end of the night almost everyone was totally wasted.

"Hey Y/L/N! I just wanted to thank you again..you know for-for everything." Sommer shouted into Y/N's ear. She was way beyond drunk at this point. Y/N tried to stay sober after she spotted Colson locking lips with Brinna, the DJ from Rock 93.9 FM. He had totally ignored her all night.

"Don't sweat it. That's what friends are for right." Y/N replied with a tight smile.

"You consider me a friend? After everything I've done to you?" She asked bewildered.

"Yeah. Why not?" She shrugged.

"Awww you're the sweetest." Sommer gushed as she gripped Y/N in a bear hug.

"Sorry to interrupt but I need to borrow Y/N quickly." Ashleigh grabbed Y/N's hand and dragged her to the bedroom.

"What's up?" Y/N asked, breathless.

"What's going on? I just witnessed Colson doing tongue wrestling with Brinna..You saw him too didn't you?" Her face fell.

"Yeah, I did but it's no biggie." Y/N tried to brush it off. "It's not like we're exclusive or anything right?"

"I'm so sorry sweetie. I know it hurts." Ashleigh hugged her and stepped back. "He shouldn't have led you on though. Jerk."

"He didn't promise me anything okay? We just kissed a couple of times so that doesn't mean anything to someone like him." Y/N sank onto the bed and started to strip off her dress.

"Are you calling it a night then?"

"Yep. I can't go out there and put on a brave face anymore. I'd rather stay in my room and have a pity party." She said morosely as she jumped under the covers.

"Okay, call me if you need me. Goodnight." Ashleigh shut the door behind her and as she turned around she saw Colson and Brinna ripping each others clothes off, as he kicked open his bedroom door. Poor Y/N she thought as she went back to the party.

"Hey Ash, where's Y/N?" Baze asked.

"She's got a bit of a headache so she's called it a night." Ashleigh lied.

"Oh I thought maybe it was because of Colson's behavior."

"Why would she care about that?" She said on defense mode.

"Forget it. It doesn't matter." He mumbled as he walked away.

The party was in full swing and most people were having a great time. Sommer and Slim were all over each other as usual and Iann even tried to flirt with Ashleigh. Colson resurfaced an hour later, it looked like he had showered and changed again. Ashleigh was a bit tipsy by now so she decided to confront him. She marched towards him with great determination, not thinking about the consequences that would follow.

Colson was sitting out by the poolside with his friends and there was a random blonde sitting on his lap. This made Ashleigh angrier than what she was before.

"Hey Colson can I have a word?" She stood in front of him, a martini in her hand.

"Hey Ash. I'm kind of busy now..as you can see." He leaned over and sucked the girl's face.

"You're a jerk you know that?!" She said with venom and her voice.

"Tell me something I don't know sweets." He laughed and took a sip of his drink.

"You're a waste of time!" She threw her drink in his face and walked away. Everyone at the table gasped

"What the-??" His face twisted in anger as he stood and went after her.

"Hey how dare you??? Who do you think you are to do that to ME??!" He grabbed her roughly by the arm.

"Ash." She said sweetly.

"What??!" He snapped.

"You asked me who I think I am and I said Ash. That's what you called me remember??"She gave him an angelic smile.

"Don't try and be smart with me or you'll regret it!" He pointed a finger at her and pushed her back forcefully, causing her to stumble back.

"Oh I will.. but probably not as much as Y/N regrets hooking up with you right now." She gritted her teeth.

"She wanted it just as much as I did. Unfortunately I couldn't unpick her lock cos it's too much work. So I had to find a well that's already been dug out. But next time she gives herself to me willingly-she won't leave my room a virgin." He smirked as he walked backwards.

He winked at Ashleigh before turning round and going back to his table. She stood there trembling with anger. How could they have all been so wrong about Colson? Everyone assumed he was a nice enough guy, yes he had a few rough edges here and there but he was a good person wasn't he? It was so easy to believe what you read in the tabloids but this time around they seemed to be right. Colson Baker was a bad boy in every sense of the word.

"Hey Olivia something is about to go down-you and Y/N need to get out of here now!" Baze came and grabbed her by the elbow and made for the fire-escape.

"What's going on?" She asked confused, as they hurried along.

"I'll explain later. Just go somewhere safe for now. Here's some money," He gave her a thick wad of cash, "Go and check into a hotel or something. I'll call you. Keep your phone on." He pushed her towards the stairs.

"Please tell me what's going on??!" She cried. He wasn't making sense and she was scared.

"I will. Promise. I need to go and get Y/N before it's too late so please go!" He turned around and walked back into the penthouse.

"Excuse me Colson but there are police officers in the foyer with a search warrant. What's the way forward?" Jax whispered into Colson's ear.

"What? Are you sure??? Stall them I need to find Y/N and get her out of here." Colson sprang into action. He ran to Y/N's room and fortunately she was wide awake. She was on Facetime with her friends when he barged into her room.

"Hey! We need to get out of here now. The police are on their way up to raid this place so please get dressed fast!" He threw off the covers and dragged her out of bed.

"What? Raiding the place? For what??" She put on her shoes, threw on sweatpants and a sweater quickly.

"No time to explain now okay? I'm going to need you to trust me on this okay?" He held her shoulders and looked at her earnestly.

"Jax is going to drive you to a safe place. I will follow through if I'm not taken in-" He didn't get to finish his statement because police bust into the room and commanded them to raise their hands.

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Quite a number of Colson's friends and friend's friends spent the night in a holding cell. The police found a significant amount of illegal drugs at the condo. It turns out Travis was actually an undercover detective. They had been trying to bust a drug ring so they were interrogating Colson and his friends to try and get a name of their supplier but they were all tight- lipped.

Finally one of them let it slip that Slim knew the name of the link so they let everyone else go. Colson's lawyer, Andre showed up much later before they were released. Y/N in her disheveled state, followed behind, her eyes puffed up from crying all night. Andre had arranged for them to use the back entrance in order to avoid the paparazzi.

"Thanks for taking your time to get here." Colson snapped as he walked towards the waiting SUV. Y/N jumped into the car wordlessly. She had a lot of things to say to Colson but now was not the right time.

"I've been trying to do damage control. The story is all over the media and drug possession is a serious crime in case you didn't know." Andre said with a grave look on his face.

"I didn't have any on me okay?" He countered.

"But all your blood tests contained high volumes of-" Barry tried to say but was cut off as usual.

"I know what the freakin' test said! I don't pay you to be my father okay? So back off!" He yelled, before he jumped into the car.

Y/N was seated at the opposite end and she just glared at him briefly, then continued to stare out the window. Colson ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply. He needed to make things right with Y/N but he didn't know where to start. She didn't deserve to be caught up in his mess. She didn't deserve any of this.

"Y/N." He said softly.

"So you know my real name? Hmm.." She folded her arms and stared at him.

"Look I'm not good with apologies..For the longest time I haven't had the need to apologize to any one for anything. It's always the other way round." His blue eyes pierced through her.

"So you're expecting me to-"

"No!No. That's not what I meant." He held up his hands. "I don't know how to say this but-" He moved and sat closer to her and held her hands. "I'm sorry that you got caught up in this mess. This isn't what you signed up for."

"You got that right. I have a good mind to hightail it out of here and catch the next plane back to Ohio." She scowled.

"Please don't do that. At least give me a chance to make it up to you?" He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. " Please?"

"Why does it matter to you whether I go or stay?" She asked as she pulled away.

"Simply because." He said and she raised an eyebrow.

"Not good enough Baker."

"I like having you around?" He gave her his million dollar smile that caused her heart to melt.

"Fine. I will stay...on one condition.." Her face turned serious.

"Name it." He held his breath.

"I'll need you to keep your distance..just until your figure out what it is that you really want."

"I'm sorry-"

"Let me finish-if that's okay?"

"Sure." He placed his hands on his knees and listened intently.

"You can't keep toying with my feelings. I have them you know? And it hurts when you go hot and cold on me. I know that I'm not even your type and that I was easy but this can't go on. I won't allow it. I came here as your fan and not to be your babysitter so I would really appreciate it if you treated me as such. If you want something more then I would also require something more from you-like fidelity and respect-a real relationship. But I know that is way beyond you and wishful thinking on my part." She said wistfully, her brown eyes clouding with tears.

"Look sweets I'm sorry about the way I treated you but that's just who I am. I like you- a lot. But I can't give you what you want. I don't think I ever could." He said, his voice filled with regret.

"I know. Thanks for being honest." She blinked back tears. He slid over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She put her hands round his waist and laid her head on his chest for what she considered to be the last time.

"You deserve better than me Bambi. I'm no good. I don't want to hurt you so I will try my best to keep away from you. Though I'm not making any promises.." He turned to face her and smiled.

"You're hopeless." She swatted his shoulder and laughed.

"I need to ask you one last thing though?"

"Anything." She looked up at him.

"Will you go with me to the prom? I'm making a guest appearance at a high school prom so.."

"I have a few other options to consider but I think I'll go with you." She teased.

"Gosh! You have just made me the happiest guy Y/F/N Y/L/N." He winked at her and she blushed.

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Jax had driven them to Colson's other house in a secluded area in Los Angeles. So far the press had no knowledge of his whereabouts so they would be staying there until it was time to leave for Canada on Sunday. Y/N had called Olivia to check on her and the others -they were safely guarded at the penthouse. Baze had tried to call her but she cut the call. She was still angry with him, he could have at least given her a heads up.

"Bambi are you done yet? It's only a high school prom sweets-there's no need to go all out." Colson glanced at his Apple watch again and started to pace the room impatiently. He was dressed in a white shirt, that he had left unbuttoned and a midnight blue designer suit, the latest collection from Giorgio Armani, where he was currently one of the brand ambassadors. His blonde hair was sleeked back and it accentuated his handsome face.

"I'm almost done." Y/N put the finishing touches on her face, examined herself in the mirror and when she was satisfied she left the room.

Her hair was swept to the side and she had donned a sleeveless, glittery midnight-blue gown, with a halter neck, that accentuated her curves and exposed modest cleavage and her back. She had protested to Melissa that she would be a bit overdressed for a prom but to no avail. Byron told her that they would be there briefly and after that she had to accompany Colson to his concert at Madison Square Garden where she would have to change again. This was good publicity. He had assured Y/N that she was good for Colson's image. She was a regular girl that no one knew so they could use that to their advantage. It would prove to the public that Colson Baker was a changed man.

"Wow! You look beautiful." He stared at her as she walked into the sitting room. "It was definitely worth the wait. Shall we?" He held out his arm for her.

"You're looking very handsome but that's nothing new right?" She linked her arm with his as they walked towards the elevator.

"It's nice to hear it if it's coming from a genuine reliable source." He grinned.

Melissa had selected her outfits as usual. The press would be there in and they wanted to portray the best side of Colson. Anything to get their focus off the bad publicity he had received recently. It was hard to believe that they had only been here for two days and there was already so much drama that had happened.

Y/N was not sure if she would go along with this whole plan of being Colson's girlfriend, but Byron said it was pure speculation. He just wanted to lead the press into thinking that but Y/N could not understand how it would help. Byron said he would give her time to think it over and they would discuss it further tomorrow morning.

They arrived at Mira Vista High School's hall just before they were about to crown the prom queen and king. The honor was given to Colson of course and people were falling all over themselves to get a glimpse of him. They had prepared a corner table for him, his guards were surrounding the area and they were not permitting anyone to get close.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. It is my utmost pleasure and honor to welcome America's golden boy, every teens rock-idol-please help me welcome to the stage the one, the only superstar of all time: Colson Baker!!!" The MC announced and all the students went wild as Colson stood up and walked to the podium. He pulled Y/N along with him although she tried to resist at first.

"Please." He mouthed over the noise. She nodded her agreement and stood with him.

They could hardly contain their excitement. The girls screamed and the guys hooted.

"Colson, Colson, Colson!" Was resounding all over the school hall causing the walls to vibrate.

"Thank you. Thank you all so much. I love you guys." More screams and "We love you too Colson."

"Well I'd love to sit around and chat a bit-but as the saying goes the show must go on." He spoke into the mic. "So my lovely date over there-and I will announce your homecoming king and queen, then we gotta bust outta here cos we got a concert to go to. Is anyone coming out to Madison Square tonight?? I will be giving out ten free tickets tonight so keep your fingers crossed. But most definitely the king and queen deserve tickets right?"

The crowd roared.

They crowned the prom king and queen, then Colson and Y/N opened up the dance floor. He put his hands round her small waist and she looped hers around his neck. She rested her head on his chest and it felt like home. Like she belonged here, in his arms. He smelt so good and his masculine scent was intoxicating, causing her senses to reel. The DJ was playing Lover by Taylor Swift. Colson started to sing along as he looked at her pointedly.

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆?

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒉 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚, 𝒎𝒚, 𝒎𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓

"So I got a private performance..I feel kind of special." She smiled as she put her hand on his chest.

"You are..Thanks for doing this sweets." He whispered into Y/N's ear as they danced, sending shivers down her spine. "I owe you one." He brushed his cheek against her soft one.

"I'll hold you to that." She said softly.

"Baby you can hold me to anything." He laughed and it made him look young and carefree.

"You should do that more often." Y/N said as she smiled back at him. His smile was contagious.

"What laugh? Smile? I know it seems I have everything in that I could possibly want-and don't get me wrong I am grateful but-" He shook his had sadly, " You know what let's not talk about this right now okay?" He kissed her forehead.

"Okay," She touched his cheek lightly.

"Smile." He said as he put his head closer to hers and snapped a photo of them. She pulled out her tongue instead.

"I'm soo going to post this pic." He chuckled as he typed wildly on his iPhone.

"Go right ahead." She swung her hair back and grinned at him.

"Hey sweets..let me sign a few autographs and take a whole lotta selfies, then we can get out of here. I'll be right back-don't move." He led her back to the table and left her seated with Jax.

He made his way back accompanied by his other guards and he melted into the crowd. It was evident that his young fans still loved him by the way they interacted with him. He always grabbed the attention of everyone in a room, people were instantly drawn to him like a moth to a flame. When he was done the guards cleared the way for him as he walked back over to Y/N.

"You're ready to get out of here Bambi?" He put his hand on the small of her back and steered her towards the exit points.

"You look tired?If you're not up for the concert I can get Jax to drop you off at the condo?" He asked with concern.

"What are you kidding me right now?? I wouldn't miss your concert for the world! That's what I'm here for after all!"

"Okay, okay let's go then." He laughed as he entwined their hands.

The press ambushed them as soon as they walked out of the school hall and they were inundated with questions. The body guards pushed them through forcefully and Colson protectively cradled Y/N's head on his chest and she kept it there until they jumped into the limo.

"You're okay?" Colson cupped her face.

"I'm okay Baker. Still in one piece as you can see."

"Good." Silence fell as their eyes burned into each other and the air became electric. Sparks were flying and the attraction was undeniable. They both seemed to wrestle with their feelings but common sense took over.

"I want nothing more than to kiss you right now.." He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbed. "but I can't-I will respect your wishes.' He dropped his hands from her face, as if burned.

She turned her head aside and the moment was lost.

They arrived at Madison Square and as soon as they stepped out of the car Colson was whisked away and she didn't see him again until much later. Melissa led Y/N to the dressing room, where Ashleigh and Sommer were also getting ready and helped them to change into casual outfits.

"Hey stranger!" Ashleigh hugged Y/N as soon as she entered the room.

"Hey you, where have you been?" Sommer hugged her awkwardly.

"Hey..I'm glad you guys are okay." Y/N said as she sat in front of the dresser and allowed Melissa to work her magic. "I couldn't come back to the penthouse because of the press and I had to go to some prom with Colson. We came straight here after."

"So you and Colson..?" Sommer asked.

"No. Nothing like that." Y/N stressed.

"So Travis is a detective.." Ashleigh swayed the topic of discussion, picking up that Y/N was uncomfortable.

"Yeah. Who would have thought huh?" Y/N mused. "Is Slim still-?

"No. They let him go. Insufficient evidence." Sommer tried to make light of it.

"Right girls you're all done . Let's get you to the concert." Melissa announced.

"Yeah! That's what we came for." Ashleigh shouted excitedly.

"Group hug." Sommer said and everyone huddled together and ended up taking photos.

Jax led them to the VIP section where they had a pretty good view of the stage. They were served drinks of their choice and the tables had champagne on ice, tequila and drinks they couldn't even pronounce.

Colson was on stage performing hit after hit and doing what he does best. Sweat was dripping all over his lean body and girls in the audience were about to pass out just by looking at him. He seemed oblivious to all of this as he continued with his performance. One lucky girl was hurled onto the stage and screamed her head off when he started grinding on her.

"This next song is dedicated to all my fans. But especially my ultimate fans that made it through to the competition. I'd like to bring them out to the stage so you can all meet them. C'mon guys." Jax ushered them onto the stage and left them standing next to Colson.

"You guys ready? You all remember the routine right?" He whispered to them and they nodded. "Great. Let's do this." They positioned themselves behind Colson and he started to sing.

He lingered behind Y/N a little longer than necessary and when he decided to kiss her at the end of the song the audience went crazy. It was a spur of the moment thing and he hadn't planned to do it. Y/N blushed furiously and hid her face in his shoulder and he laughed.

"Sorry about that sweets. Blame it on the adrenaline." He whispered in her ear before he walked back to the center of the stage.

"Everybody give it up for my Ultimate Fans!!" He gestured towards them and they took a bow before walking off the stage.

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The sun blasted through the windows causing Y/N to groan and wince in pain. She couldn't remember when or how she got home last night. Her head was pounding and felt like it belonged to someone else. The room was spinning slightly and it hurt when she opened her eyes. Alcohol was bad. Especially when it was free.

She managed to drag herself out of bed and went to revive herself in the bathroom. After a cold shower she felt a bit better, but her head was still hammering. She downed a few painkillers and made her way to the kitchen and bumped into a half-naked blonde standing by the kitchen sink.

"Hey." She said and scampered off.

Y/N held her temples and took deep breaths. Her heart was being squeezed but she tried to tell herself that it didn't matter. What Colson did or who he did didn't matter. But the more she tried to bury the pain the more evident it became. She steadied herself on the counter and drank a glass of water but the pain manifested its ugly head. She rushed out of the kitchen with tears streaming down her face but what she saw next only caused her more pain.

Colson was standing just outside his bedroom door making out with the mystery blonde. She was clinging onto him like her life depended on it.

"You made my night sweets. Hope I run into you again next time I'm in the neighborhood." He said to her as he gave her a final peck.

"See you around Colson." She crooned and blew him a kiss before descending the stairs.

Y/N stood transfixed on the spot unable to move. Their eyes met and Colson simply winked at her before closing the door in her face. She trudged back to her room and threw herself on the bed. Then she made a decision-she had to go back to the penthouse. There was no way she would stay under the same roof with Colson while he continued to play ping-pong with her fragile heart.

"I can't do this anymore." She said to herself.

With her bag packed she hauled it downstairs and went in pursuit of Jax or any other driver that would take her back to the condo. She found Jax in the kitchen, giving the cook instructions to take breakfast up to her room.

"That won't be necessary Jax." She came up from behind. "I'm going back to the others-at the penthouse."

"Is Colson aware of your intentions?" He quirked his eyebrow as he towered over her.

"Why would he even care?" She lashed out. "Sorry Jax. I shouldn't be-"

"That's quite all right Miss Y/L/N. I know Colson can be a bit too much to handle sometimes." He winked at her, his brown eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Do you wan't to leave now or after brunch?" He lifted her heavy luggage off the floor.

"Now please." She pleaded as she followed him out to the car.

"I'm risking a lot by taking you away without Colson's knowledge. You do know that right?" He looked at her through the rear-view mirror.

"Really? He could have fooled me." She muttered under her breath.

"I know it may seem like he's a bit of a...jerk but he's under a lot of pressure. He doesn't have any real friends, except Slim maybe-but he's good kid. Just be patient with him. He'll come around sooner than later." Jax was fiercely loyal to his boss.

"I'm sorry but I can't play his games anymore. It hurts too much. I just can't." Her voice broke.

"I understand." Jax replied.

"I can't allow my self to get in too deep. I might not make it back out. So it's better this way. I need to keep my distance." She croaked, fighting back tears.

"It's not a question about keeping your distance but about whether you two can stay away from each other." Jax stated.

"We've only known each other for less than two weeks. I'm sure we can manage." She bit her bottom lip and her heart leaped. Even she didn't believe that.

"If you insist." Jax said and began to hum tunelessly to himself.

Y/N sighed and leaned her head back on the seat. She must have dozed off somewhere along the way because next thing she woke up in her room at the penthouse.

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Meanwhile somewhere in Los Angeles a grouchy Colson had finally woken up and decided he wanted to take a certain doe-eyed raven beauty to a late lunch. But alas, when he opened her bedroom door he was met by a soft breeze that wafted through billowing curtains.

"Bambi?"He called out from the landing. No response. "Y/N?" He made his way down the stairs and met with Jax who was sitting on a chair in the sitting room.

"She isn't here Colson." He said from behind a newspaper.

"What? Where is she? Where did she go?" He grabbed the newspaper out of Jax's hands and scowled at him.

"No point in taking your frustrations out on me. You should blame yourself." Jax reprimanded him. He was the only one that could do that and get away with it.

"I don't want her to get too attached." He pulled on his hair and sat on the couch.

"You or her?" Jax raised his eyebrow.

"What? Her obviously!" He scoffed.

"Right. If you insist." Jax started to hum tunelessly, as he usually did when he wasn't buying a story.

"Stop that humming. It's working on my nerves." He snapped.

"If you really want to know she's back with the others at the penthouse."

"But the press is crawling all over that place. She should have stayed here. Why did you allow her to leave??" He demanded.

"Because she wanted to leave after seeing you with that blonde-and I can't blame her." Jax grunted. "You should at least show her some respect."

"I promised to keep my hands off her so I needed a distraction." Colson paced the room like a caged animal. He didn't consider how his actions would affect Y/N, he was too self-absorbed for that.

"Your little stunt that you pulled on stage made it to the entertainment page. Evidently.." Jax cleared his throat and straightened the newspaper.

"Let me see that!" Colson took the paper and there it was for all the world to see-him and Y/N, their lips firmly glued together, her fingers buried in his golden locks. His blue orbs closed as if he was savoring the moment, not wanting it to end.

"You got what you wanted." Jax observed.

"I-not exactly..I was just caught up in the moment that's all." He put his hand behind his neck.

"Really Colson? And you aimed straight for Y/N's puckered lips. Interesting." He straightened out the paper and continued to read the article.

"Bryon is going to have a fit." Colson sighed as he leaned back on the couch.

"So since it's official that you and Y/N are an item-officially not unofficially. Then I think it's time to clean up your act." Jax put the paper aside and looked at Colson intently.

"Yeah..for the first time you could be right." He said, thoughtfully weighing his options. "Truth of the matter is I'm a sex-addict Jax. I can't control it. Especially when hot, sexy girls throw themselves all over me.. I can't resist them." He shrugged helplessly.

"What a load of bull manure!" Jax spat out. "I don't believe that crap for one second." He said with distaste.

"It's true man..I have a problem.. a real problem" He expressed with his hands.

"Rubbish." Jax replied. "You need to stop making excuses for your bad behavior Colson. The drugs, the alcohol, treating women like toilet paper, the bad attitude-IT needs to stop. Only you have the power to change it. No one else." Jax said with concern but he knew his sound counsel was falling on deaf ears.

"I need that in order to survive in this industry. You don't understand-forget it." He said with a wave of his hand.

"Actually I do. I'm 33 and I was your age once.. I was once an addict and and alcoholic. My wife took my kids and left me. I hated her for a very long time but now I understand why she did it. It took me a while but I finally cleaned up my act. I did it for my family and most importantly I did it for myself. I needed to get clean and stay clean for me. I just hope you can do the same before it's too late." He stood up and walked out leaving Colson to his thoughts.

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unmanageable-day · 4 years ago

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Puppy Love | NA JAEMIN

Pairing / genre: fem reader x childhood friend!Jaemin and a little bit of boyfriend!Jaehyun / unrequited love, baby brother-zoned at jts best

a/n: the dialogue of 'its been 10 years' and 'um 8' was actually from the amazing spiderman movie. i really cant focus watching it, my brajn cannot with scifi movies 😭

a/n 2: writing for nct dream for the very first time because i cant stop feeling emo looking at jaemin in nct u with the hyungs

"Jaemin!" you happily squealed as you stomped towards the younger guy with your arms open wide. Your first attempt to hug him by looping your arms around his neck was failed since he was much taller. So your arms went to his slim waist, your temple resting on his chest. "You grew very well. Look at you!"

He chuckled. "Noona, you're getting smaller," he muttered as he tightened the hug on your shoulders. Your small figure was completely engulfed in his.

Gasping dramatically, you broke the hug and punched him lightly. "It's been 10 years, huh?"

"Um, 8 actually. But you're close."

Jaemin used to be that baby brother-like who couldn't be separated with you since you were in the first grade. You enjoyed babying him, simply because he was never fussy about anything. When you were about to start high school, you had to move due to your parents job. But you tried to keep in touch with him and his circle too. So, when you got the chance to go back, you wouldn't be too awkward because you knew how shy Jaemin could be.

"Okay, enough with this touching reunion." Haechan's loud voice distracted you and Jaemin as more guys started to fill the room. "Oh, and, Jaem? Noona is off limit."

Both you and Jaemin raised an eyebrow, questioning what Haechan meant by that.

"Y/N, you're already here?"

You turned your head to see a guy of your age calling your name and approaching you with a little smile. "Jaehyun!"

The older guy smoothly sneaked his arm around your waist. "Jaemin, when did you come back?"

"Oh, Jaehyun hyung. I just got here last week."

Jaemin's eyes quivered as he scanned the gestures shared between you and Jaehyun who were now talking to the other guys.

"Yes, they're dating," Haechan whispered that it startled Jaemin to death. They ended up bickering as usual. It was nothing new but they still caught the attention from everyone in the room. The others would just need popcorn while watching these best friends non-stop arguing over nothing.

"Guys, stop," Renjun spoke up yet he actually did nothing but rolling his eyes.

"Well, Jaemin used to have this fat crush on Y/N noona." Haechan and his big mouth. Jaemin glared at him, deeply thinking which would be better: throw Haechan off the cliff or drown him in Han river. "Or maybe he still does," Haechan continued with a little shoulder dance, teasing Jaemin.

"Oh, right! What a cute puppy love," commented Renjun.

"Puppy love?" Jaehyun parroted, slightly raising his eyebrows and fixating his gaze on Jaemin, who was chuckling nervously, avoiding everyone's eyes.

Soon, all the TMIs from the past started to be revealed by the '00 liners. Starting from Haechan, of course. "Yeah, he was always like, 'just wait when I become an adult, I will go back to Noona and confess properly.'"

"Oh right! I remember him came to me, asking if Noona's ideal type of same age or older guys could change one day." Apparently Renjun also needed to be beaten up too, Jaemin thought.

The hyungs went 'awww that's cute' and started babying him.

"So, what, Jaemin? You're an adult now," Doyoung teased.

"I am?" He cleared his throat. His eyes suddenly made contact with yours. You flashed him a soft, motherly smile at him. "I mean, I am," he said, looking away as he didn't want you to catch him off guard.

"Aren't you going to ask her out on a date? Just once?" Yuta added, grinning mischievously.

Then Johnny also joined to diss your boyfriend. "Don't worry about Jaehyun. They just started dating 2 months ago; it means nothing. Or you could just pretend he's not here."

"Uh, yeah, I would. But that depends on Noona," Jaemin nervously said, scratching the back of his head.

Glaring at the tallest guy, Jaehyun drew a fake smile. "Don't look down on me, John."

The others giggled witnessing this live sitcom. Both Jaemin and Jaehyun couldn't even smile without feeling uneasy. But Jaehyun laughed anyways, just half-heartedly.

"Oh, Jaemin? Over my dead body," he says with his odd, disturbing smile.

"Hyung, chill, it's a joke," Jaemin stated as more nervous chuckles escaped his lips. It was just not very convincing.

You playfully hit your boyfriend, then throw yourself to hug him by the waist. "Right, chill, Jaehyun," you said through your giggles.

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calypsoff · 4 years ago

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Sixty Eight. Part 2

Watching Chris walk off in a huff and go to bed sad is actually making me smile, I should not feel like this but it’s just funny that he assumes I would do nothing for him, but he is basing it off what happened with Drake but I do forgive him for it but it makes me smile that he’s upset, it sounds so evil “he’s really upset” Mel said in a whisper “he is very hurt, close the door” I pointed, Mel is walking over to sit next to me “you nasty, like you being so cold with him” Mel closed the door “he’s not there anyways, he has gone upstairs” Mel made her way over to sit with me “the thing is I have said to him, I do forgive you but in his mind he doesn’t think it. I haven’t mentioned anything to him about his birthday, I’ve been very formal and just kept it neutral, but it will be bigger the surprise. Shall we start doing the house up? I am excited to see his face though, I have spoilt him a lot. Like when I found out what happened in Canada I wanted to say fuck it no, but he’s a good guy, he didn’t mean it but I also got him something big too” I have spoilt him too much I think “what else did you get him?” Rorrey asked “a Rolex, I got him a Rolex because I feel like he’s with people that have money and I want him to keep with appearances and I want him to have all these chains and stuff, I got him a Rolex on top of the party and cars so he’s getting very spoilt. This is why I said for nobody to give him anything, he has a lot already and he doesn’t need it. Just being there is nice enough so yeah” I breathed out smiling “that’s sweet you know, he’s going to appreciate that so much, Chris is a very thankful man. Humble too, he seems to me like he never cares for the riches and things. He goes out pretty simple and I have seen the man wear that Gucci jacket every time we out. Humble, I like him so I got him a gift because I wanted too. Just a little something for the man” I cooed out “hope you wrote that love letter in his birthday card” Rorrey laughed “you’re annoying, I see why he went to sleep” rolling my eyes at my brother.

We have done the house up; well I say that. Half of the balloons popped because they are being stupid but it’s twelve and I feel bad he went to sleep so I am just here going through pictures of him, I wanted to do a throwback but no, I am going to post one from our honeymoon I took of him at the bar, just the way he looked at me in that moment and he knew I was taking a picture of him. Just that smile, wow I love him “you smiling hard but not help us?” Looking up from my phone “I am making a heartfelt post about my husband, now hush” they can wait for whatever they are doing because I need to finish this, looking back down at my phone, I sighed out heavily because where do I start with this post, I don’t want to do too much either. Let me keep it cute ‘I just want to wish my husband the best birthday. My best friend, a father. I could write so much but I will save you all the sick show lol. I love you’ I didn’t want to overdo it so this will be the shortest but I wrote what I wanted in his birthday card, looking up from my phone “you emotional” Noella said, nodding my head “just weird, I’m not alone like I always thought I would be. Just makes me emotional. A man can love me” I chuckled “I’m fine, let’s get this done” pressing send on the post, I just think to myself how lonely I really could have been because men saw me as nothing. I can’t see myself without Chris and that is really scary for me, I have always been scared of men in general because of my father being the man he is so I get scared when I actually think how deep in love I am.

This is cute, we have decorated the stairs, the hallway. The living room, we have a cardboard cutout of Chris in his high school jersey, it’s so cute. Just how I remember him, poking my lips out to the side of the cardboard cutout as Mel took the picture “done” I laughed moving back “I mean he was skinny but boy he was very skinny then, imagine a young me crooning over him” Mel snorted laughing “if I was there I would be like sister no, let’s go for the bigger men” taking my phone from Mel, walking off laughing at the picture. He was a little short here too, look at me leaning down to him with my bump in the way. Adding a caption ‘How I met your father ;)’ pressing send “aye! Come on now” these bitches out here twerking on it “we playing” waving them off “y’all have fun, I’m going to bed. Night y’all and see y’all in the morning” waving them off, I need to sleep, or I will be miserable thoughtout the day and night because of the party. Walking up the steps, I am very proud of the handy work. We all put in the effort to do it up, all we need now is Chris wakes up or he just randomly comes down, but I hope not. I have some more teasing to do with him, reaching the top of the steps. I am so tired actually, I was tired of watching girls lusting over Chris, like they keep on saying do all country niggas look like you, oh you fine. Like leave my husband alone, it was annoying, but Chris didn’t care for it. Pushing open the bedroom door, as expected he is asleep. My poor husband fell asleep in annoyance of me, well I did need to get him back for the pain I went through, but he really needs to catch up on when I am trolling him and when I’m not, if like I would do that to him unless he did cheat then I would divorce him. Peaking over at Chris asleep, pouty baby is so cute asleep. I want to ride him.

I am more excited about his birthday, I think it’s more to do with the fact I know but I woke him up before him, this is how much Chris is depressed about his birthday, he is such a drama queen for nothing “done sulking?” He slumped onto the bed “you’re so miserable, honestly. Open my card, get up and read it” he groaned out getting up from the bed “breastfeed me or something, this is wack” side eyeing him as he got up “don’t be so negative, it’s not nice so appreciate what you get” he sat up on the bed “mhmmm ok” he took the card from my lap “thank you Robyn” he sighed out, he is so miserable. My smile grew, he is going to be so shocked tonight because I have invited so many people, I have gone above and beyond for him and I wish I could tell him, but he will find out eventually “aye! It’s me” he turned the card to me, a picture of Chris and I together “I look so slim there” I complimented myself “yeah, you have added some pounds” rolling my eyes, watching him open the card as I reached over my side table and grabbed the Rolex box “no money in this either, Rihanna broke already” he laughed “To Poppa, oh wow. This is a story” he cleared his throat “to Poppa, I want to wish you a happy birthday. The day you were born I know our stars aligned and our path would have crossed no matter when or how, it would have happened. You have been the light of my life, and I mean that because the fame isn’t anything to me because I was lonely. You love me when I was unloved and never once questioned me on why I felt that way and waited until I opened up to you, you never said to me the word love when we were just silly teenagers, but you sure did show it, now you’re never shy to show me that or say it to me. Thank you for loving me Chris, this your first birthday as my husband and I couldn’t be happier, love twin” Chris looked up from the card “don’t say that you’re always loved Robyn” biting on my top lip, I am so emotional “but a man, a male to love me just for me” Chris moved from his position and over to me “don’t think that, men are fickle like that. Thank you, you got me choked up though” he kissed my cheek “thank you, love you twin. Stop the emotions, damn” he moved back “that was sweet, thank you” he said it again “I come with a gift too, this is from me and your daughter” holding out the box and card “really? Oh wow” he took the box and card “this holds weight, damn” Chris grinned, he knows I don’t play when it comes to him.

Watching him with my phone in hand open the card “awww what!” He turned the card to me and I quickly took a picture of his reaction “you like?” I smiled wide “Happy Birthday from the bump, man. Look at the scan picture, she is so beautiful. Thank you” cropping the picture because ain’t no way any bitch is seeing my man in his boxers, they can see chest but his excited smiley face when he saw the card, just shock. Adding a caption ‘Happy Birthday from the bump!’ Pressing send “Happy Birthday dad, I can’t wait to meet you and for you to share your love with me, I know I will be safe in your arms. Love Baby Fenty-Brown” Chris sniffled “that’s amazing, emotional here. Wow, my daughter already got me choked up. Thank you to my beautiful ladies’ wow” I am proud of myself, I got him good “you happy baby? It’s ok, you can cry” he is trying to hold it back” he wiped his eyes “I am good “thank you, I really appreciate it” I cooed out “I know you do Chris, it’s ok” he picked up the Rolex box, I got him an eighteen carat gold Rolex, Diamond bezel and shoulders, ruby dot hours. Diamond dials. It was never cheap that, but it’s from his daughter and me so he better appreciate it “it’s big” he started ripping the wrapping paper from it, I love watching people open gifts. He stopped opening the paper and gasped looking up at me, he is excited. His eyes have lit up “no way” it reminds me of when I got him that Gucci jacket “for me!?” he placed it on the bed and he rolled off the bed “what you doing?” watching him run around the room, giggling at him as he went into the walk in closet and back out. I yelped out as I thought he was going to tackle me, but he jumped over me and back onto the bed “no way! Are you serious!?” I laughed nodding my head “open it poppa” he plopped down onto the bed “I can’t even, Robyn oh my god” he ripped it all open “Rolex!? This is a legit Rolex; I don’t deserve you Robyn. Oh my god, this is too much. What” he is so overjoyed, I am happy “this is from me and baby” he opened the box “oh my god, no way” he shook his head staring at it “Robyn this is crazy, wow. I can’t even, thank you. Oh my god. This is amazing” he crawled over to me “thank you so much, oh my god” hugging him back.

Chris is very excited, like to see him like this is so cute “Rorrey really got me this!? Like this is crazy, now I look like the man of the house, look at me” he came out in the Versace robe “I will let you think that, are you done playing in your robe?” he is here twirling and shit “I am so amazed, oh my god. Wait till I show my mom and dad, they are going to be extra amazed” he is like an excited child and it’s cute “thank you” Chris wrapped his arms around me once again and pressed a kiss to my cheek “it’s ok, come. Let’s go downstairs now, damn. You can show Rorrey the robe, I am sure he will be proud” Chris not moving out of the room, he finally moved. Walking behind him out of the bedroom “I feel so much better, like I really do. I went to bed all sad and shit, like I felt nobody cared” I cooed out, wait till he has his party, and he can see how much people do care “wait?” Chris pointed at the stairs “go down” I laughed “you lied to me all this time, you just tortured me for what” I shrugged “go down then, you know I am slow” Chris went rushing down while I of course made my way down slowly, Rorrey is awake he did text me asking. Also my mother is awake because she mentioned she will make breakfast for him; she is so sweet. I can hear both Rorrey and Chris, they are both kids “you flexing! See when we go on holiday, cigar and robes, we going to be living! I got you, you’re coming with me!” I would say yes to that, it’s with Rorrey too so I don’t mind that “what you think?” I grinned making my way to Chris “dope, thank you. Everyone, like this is amazing, and Monica’ food too!” I can smell that food strong.

“Morning Melissa, you came extra late. We ate whore” Mel side eyed me “who’s fault is that, last minute thing my ass but happy birthday Chris has Noella not gave you our gift yet?” Chris shook his head “I don’t want anything now, I am good. Honestly Robyn got me a Rolex, that is enough for me” Mel cooed out “that is cute, you sure it’s real” I snorted laughing “I am joking, honestly” she is such a bitch “Chris, don’t listen to her. It’s real, very real” Mel sat down at the table with us “we are going for a meal tonight actually so you need to look cute, not so much birthday meal but I can’t be bothered to cook” my mother doesn’t approve of my ways of saying things, she says I am being mean but I’m not “that’s cool, I can find an outfit. I can wear my Rolex too, that is amazing. It’s my birthday so I will pay for the meal” I grinned “how sweet of you, but I have an outfit for you to wear so just wear that” Chris is so happy, here I am trying to make out we ain’t doing anything else “I think Robyn should stay home, mommy you hear what she did, she made him go bed early on the eve of his birthday because she just acted like it meant nothing” Rorrey is a snitch “that is your husband Robyn, stop it. Jokes can hurt feelings” I sighed out “Rorrey shut up, honestly. I didn’t do anything, look how happy he is, I know how to make him happy” I don’t know why Rorrey has to set my mom off for nothing.

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super-unpredictable98 · 4 years ago

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The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~)

Chapter 7: The Chase(s)

Warning: strong language, mention of alcohol and death.

(Eighth Child Masterlist)

When I woke up that morning the first thing I felt was the burning sting of my shoulders, I took a few seconds to process that I was hurt. How long did I sleep?

After spending almost two hours with Klaus' head on the sink brushing his hair looking for glass shards, I was exhausted. Klaus gave me one of his jumpers to wear and I just collapsed on my bed.

I got up to wash my face and maybe get rid of some of that pain, but I stepped on something fleshy when I left my bed.

- Ouch! I usually like when people step on me, but I need a warning first... - Klaus was looking up at me.

- Did you sleep on the floor?

- Yeah, I was worried about your shoulders and I probably had too much to drink last night so I didn't want to take the risk of barfing on your bed.

- So sweet... - I joked - but thank you for caring, Five couldn't even stick around after that circus he put us through.

- Maybe it wasn't his fault, Luther said he came home very upset last night carrying a duffle bag and he had blood all over his shirt...

- Oh my God, do you think he's ok?

- He apparently didn't let anyone help, so I don't know.

- I'll be right back - I jumped over Klaus' slim figure to reach the door.

Walking three rooms to my left I knocked on Five's door.

- Hey, Five, it's Vicky, can I come in?

- Sure, whatever... - Five murmured.

When I walked in what I saw made me shiver, Five was stitching up his own arm.

- God damn it, Five! What happened to you?

- Nothing serious... Just ran into some old colleagues.

- Did it have to do with the eye?

- Yes and no, it's too hard to explain right now, I need to go somewhere - Five put a band-aid on his arm and was now getting dressed.

- I see... And who is that? - I looked over at the mannequin sitting by Five's bed.

- That is Dolores.

- Oh! That's your Dolores?

- Yep - Five said putting a tie around his neck.

- Hello, Dolores - that was not at all what I was expecting, but after everything he has been through, I wasn't gonna judge - so nice to meet you, I'm Victoria, Five's sister, but you can call me Vicky.

Five looked at us with what seemed to be the beginning of a smile.

- She likes you - Five said.

- Awww, I think you're lovely, Dolly, may I call you Dolly? One day I'd love to borrow your blouse - I took her hand.

- I'm surprised... She's usually not a people person - Five said looking in the mirror

- Well, I'm just happy my future sister-in-law likes me.

He was about to reach for a comb, but I ran and grabbed it before he could. Five huffed while I combed his hair and fixed his tie.

- You know, it might not seem like it, but I'm almost 60 years old, I can do this by myself - he rolled his eyes, annoyed.

- I know, but you know what you also are? My brother! And I love doing stuff for my siblings, you better get used to it.

- Yeah, I guess... - He said with less anger than usual - by the way I never thanked you and Klaus for what you did yesterday, you both got hurt and I... That was not my plan.

- We get it, Five, sometimes things get out of hand. But there's nothing we wouldn't do for you.

- Likewise... - He gave me a soft look and his dimple (he only has one, just like me) started to show - how are your shoulders?

- A little better, I just have to get used to the pain.

- It gets easy after a while...

- Ok, now you look like a fine young man... - I put the comb down and brought his chin up to look at his face - ready for anything.

- Thanks, Vicky... I forgot how it was like to have you around.

- You're welcome - I smiled - is Dolores going with you?

- Yeah, she always keeps me company.

- Oh, Five, can I ask you something before you go?

- Sure - he said as he put Dolores in her duffle bag.

- Yesterday, as Klaus and I were getting dressed for the mission... Did you at some point think "I hope Klaus doesn't ruin everything?"

- Of course, he has a talent for ruining things...

- I see... But with those exact words?

- Pretty much, why?

- Nothing, it's just I- I thought I heard you saying that when mom was doing my hair.

- I didn't say that, but I... You can read minds, can't you?

- Maybe, I don't know yet, I can't do it command, sometimes it just pops in my head and I'm not sure if it's a new power of I'm just imagining things...

- Trust me, Vicky, you would know if it was just your imagination, you have a new power.

- That cool - I smiled - I wish I could control it.

- Maybe with some training, but we should talk about this later, I have to be somewhere now.

- Oh, okay, good luck - I gave his hair one final touch.

Five gave me a nod before opening his window.

- Wait are you leaving through the window? - I followed him.

- I don't need all the others up in my business and this way I don't have to talk to anyone, or... Almost anyone.

Five looked down and I did the same, Klaus was in the dumpsters, looking through the trash, I assumed looking for dad's papers he threw away before selling the box.

- Klaus! - I yelled and he looked up - what the fuck are you doing? Couldn't you just look without jumping in there?

- This way it's easier - he smiled.

Five went down the ladder for emergency exit and I did the same, determined to help Klaus find whatever he threw away.

"Can we go see a movie or something? Or the ocean?" I heard a voice in my head, it was familiar, but at the same time unknown... Like when you talk to a friend after many years and he sounds completely different.

- Shut up! - Klaus said and it clicked... I was hearing Ben's thoughts - I'm trying to find whatever priceless crap was in that priceless box so that Pogo will get off my ass!

- Don't you tell Ben to shut up, Klaus! - I pointed my finger at him, a couple of tears running down my face, which I quickly wiped away, I missed his voice every second of the last 14 years - if he wants to see a movie, he can come with me.

- Wait, how did you...? Oh! OH! You can hear Ben's thoughts too! - Klaus smiled as I stood in front of the dumpster - that's huge! Now he can bother you instead of just me! Stop it, Ben! Don't get all cocky because she took your side...

- That's impressive, Vicky and as much as I love this little siblings reunion I need to go - Five said - I would ask what you two are up to, but then it occurred to me... I don't care.

- Hey - Klaus smiled at him - you know there are easier ways out of the house, buddy...

- This one involved the least amount of talking or so I thought.

- Hey, hey, hey - Klaus leaned over the edge of the dumpster, flask in hand... Of course - do you need any more company today? Vicky and I could, uh... Clear our schedule.

- Looks like you got your hands full - Five said with a sarcastic grin, one of his specialties.

- Oh, this? - Klaus shook his head - no, no... I can do this whenever. I just...

Before Klaus could finish he jumped in the trash again, making me cringe. Five looked at that scene, slightly intrigued, curious to see what bullshit excuse Klaus would come up with.

- I just misplaced something, that's all... Oh! Found it, thank God!

Klaus emerged holding half of a donut, which he proceeded to bite. I closed my eyes, unable to hold my laughter.

- Delicious - Klaus said with a mouthful of dry, probably expired donut.

- I'm done funding your drug habit - Five said, oh how I wish I had that strength... But when Klaus looks at me with those puppy dog eyes I just can't say no.

- Come on, you don't... Maybe I just wanna hang out with my brother - Klaus said and immediately looked at Ben - not you! Mi hermano... I love you! Even if you can't love yourself!

Five ignored all of Klaus' pleads and jumped into a van, it was so weird to see him drive, but he seemed to be quite good at it, better than me or Klaus, no doubt.

Once, when we turned 16, Klaus and I got a car because why not? And we drove for exactly 35 minutes before crashing against a fire hydrant. We had to listen to dad complaining day and night for months!

Klaus, frustrated, spit out that disgusting donut, making me laugh even harder.

- Own, didn't like it? - I looked at him with my head tilted to the side.

- "Didn't like it..." - He repeated in a high pitch tone, which I can only assume was an impersonation of me - Want a bite?

- I'll pass - I smiled.

- What's up with you taking Ben's side out of a sudden? Did you get a new favorite brother?

- You need to stop questioning my choice for favorite brother... I wish I never told you that, you became a cocky little bitch.

- I think I earned it - Klaus had that ravishing smile - what do you say we follow Five's van to see what he's up to?

- Don't you think that's a little... Stalker-like?

- Well, if he's in danger we should help him and you saw how he was yesterday, talking all that shit about the apocalypse and the glass eye! Maybe he's a little, you know... - Klaus pointed one finger to his temple - coocoo.

- You're right, maybe we should go, just gotta put some clothes on and...

- Don't bother, you look great in my jumper, now let's go before we lose him - Klaus jumped from the dumpster and held my hand as we sneaked out of the alley.

We followed the van until Five parked in front of Meritech Prosthetics, the same place we've been to the day before, he was really determined to find the owner of that eye... Five didn't get out of the car, he seemed to be observing the movement.

Klaus and I were sitting right outside the van, peeping through the window. Five opened the duffle bag and carefully freed my dear sis-in-law from her enclosure.

- Sorry you were in there so long, Dolores... No, I'm not drunk, I'm working. Yes, it's about the eye thing. This is the place it was made, well... Will be made.

- Dolores? - Klaus mouthed at me after seeing the mannequin.

- Yeah, she's the one Five was talking about - I whispered.

- But she's a...

- I know, but to be honest, she's very nice - I said thinking I might be losing my mind as well - he spent all that time alone, good thing he found someone or something to keep him from losing his marbles completely.

- Yeah, you're right, once I fell in love with a page from an underwear catalog - Klaus said with a silly look on his face - God, I took some long showers at the time...

- Ew! - I turned so Klaus could have a good look at the disgust in my face.

- Come on... As if you were any better with your precious Green Day poster.

- I never did that with my poster!

- Aham... You're not lying to me, you're lying to yourself.

We waited by the van for what seemed like hours, talking and trying to laugh as quietly as possible. Five didn't talk, didn't do anything besides watch. At some point, Klaus grabbed the doorknob at the back of the van to check if it was unlocked and it was.

- Come on, I'm getting cold in here - Klaus said pointing with his head for me to go in.

- I can't, Five is gonna see us!

- No, he won't... He's too busy with his eye, let's go, ladies first.

I climbed into the van trying not to make a sound, Klaus followed me and we sat on opposite sides, with our legs tangled in the middle, at least it was warmer and safer inside, but the fear of getting caught was almost killing me. Klaus grabbed Dolores and started playing with her, I couldn't believe he still had it in him to make jokes in that situation.

- Five, Five! - I heard Luther's voice and looked at Klaus with my eyes widened - you okay?

Luther entered the van, sitting on the passenger seat after a huge struggle to fit his huge body in that limited space.

- You shouldn't be... How did you find me? - Five asked.

Luther just waved with his head towards the back of the van. That asshole had followed us! How dare he follow us while we're following Five? Rude...

- Shit - I muttered.

Klaus was too entertained with Dolores to notice until every single pair of eyes in the car was turned to him.

- Hey, a little privacy guys, we're really hitting it off back here - Klaus said with a completely serious face.

- Get out! - Five threw a can at Klaus making him scream and hide behind Dolores - You can't be in here! I'm in the middle of something!

- Sorry, Five - I came out of my hiding spot - we were just worried about you.

- You too, Vicky? - Five rolled his eyes.

- Any luck finding the one-eyed man? - Klaus said leaning forward.

- No - Five said quietly.

- What is he talking about? - Luther asked.

- Does it matter? It's Klaus - Five said with a shrug.

- Hey! - I scolded - He was the one who dragged me here worried about you! You should be thankful!

I looked at Klaus, his big green eyes looked back at me and suddenly: "Finally she's defending me again... I was starting to get jealous". I smiled and giggled with the thought Klaus just had.

- What do you want, Luther? - Five asked impatiently.

- Uh... So Grace may have had something to do with dad's death - Luther said clearly scared of our reaction.

- Luther... - I groaned - You're at it again? Mom has nothing to do with dad's death!

- I have proof - Luther looked at me - I need you guys to come back to the Academy, it's important.

- It's important... You have no concept of what's important - Five said with that arrogant smirk.

- Hey! - Klaus was very bad at keeping quiet during confrontations, something inside of him just had to lighten the mood - Did I ever tell you guys about that time when I waxed my ass with chocolate pudding?

He laughed and I did too, remembering that day and Klaus' face right after he realized how stupid his idea was.

- It was so painful - Klaus continued with a smile.

- What are you still doing here? - Luther asked.

- What? Now I need an excuse to hang out with my family?

- It's just we're trying to have a serious conversation... - Luther seemed to be trying his best not to snap.

- What, and I'm incapable of being serious? Is that what you're saying? - Klaus seemed offended, but not enough for me to actually believe it, luckily he was used to them being dismissive and didn't get hurt so easily.

- Luther's got a point, you should get out... - Five said.

- What? - Klaus shouted.

- Get out - Five repeated incisive.

- Fine! - Klaus groaned opening the door to hop out of the van.

I held his hand to jump out as well, but Five tried to stop me.

- Hey, where are you going? - Five said.

- If Klaus is leaving, I'm leaving too - I looked at them with my "shame on you" look - you guys never take him seriously, he's our brother too and he has valid things to say sometimes. You guys just never listen...

I left and slammed the door behind me, hugging Klaus' arm and resting my head on his shoulder.

- They are so mean... - Klaus said.

- I know, don't worry about them, they are just a bunch of pricks.

- Hey, will you wait a second here while I go to the bathroom? - Klaus said as he headed to the convenience store.

- Sure, get me a KitKat if you can... - I said, mindlessly checking my nails.

Klaus walked in the store and I leaned in against the brick wall, thinking about what Luther said... What did he mean "he has proof"? Mom would be incapable of hurting anyone, she was the sweetest creature to ever exist, not to mention dad made her! He would never program her possibly kill him...

Breaking the silence I heard the door open by my side, as the bell rang, and Klaus running out, carrying dozens of items he most likely didn't pay for.

- Run! - Klaus screamed.

I didn't have time to think, I just ran, following Klaus, behind us a security guard tried to get our attention:

- Stop! Stop right there! - The guard shrieked.

I looked back and laughed, Klaus could be such an idiot sometimes. I think he was just doing that for the thrill, it's not like we couldn't go home and get money to buy all of those things...

- Hey, bitches! - Klaus screamed as we ran in front of the van, a loud whistle blowing behind us.

As Klaus ran, items were falling all over the street, I couldn't believe I was in the middle of this. It's been at least 10 years without shoplifting for me, I was definitely out of shape and I was never a good runner, to begin with.

- You! Get back here! - The guard screeched.

- Klaus! - I shouted.

A taxi was coming in his direction and I quickened my pace to get in front of him. The taxi ended up hitting me, thank God...

- Out of the way, asshole! - Klaus screamed at the driver.

"Now I'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision..." I heard Five thinking and chuckled, it was definitely not.

Klaus and I gained some distance from the guard and he saw me starting to run out of juice.

- Hey, jump on my back - Klaus screamed.

- I'm way heavier than I used to be when we were kids!

- And I'm way stronger, just jump!

I complied, Klaus fit everything he could inside his huge pockets and also underneath his shirt, I wrapped my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck, he held my thighs in place and started running.

- I still got it - he screamed with a laugh - hold on tight, we're almost home!

#the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy fanfic #fanfic #tua #tua fanfic #tua klaus #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy klaus #alternate universe

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flowerfan2 · 4 years ago

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Nurses Text Too

A little more about that cuddle in the hospital scene in Group Texts Are Ridiculous...McDanno, A03, 1100k.

Nurse Of The Year: I had the best shift tonight.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Really? Usually you hate night shifts.

Nurse Of The Year: I had such a good shift, I don’t even mind the bus ride home.

Long-Suffering Roommate: You going to give me a hint?

Nurse Of The Year: You have no choice, actually. I’m going to tell you the whole story. Otherwise I’ll fall asleep and miss my stop.

Long-Suffering Roommate: So this isn’t exactly a selfless exercise?

Nurse Of The Year: No, obviously not.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Well, go ahead.

Nurse Of The Year: I was helping get a room ready for a patient moving down from the ICU, when I see this little guy pacing back and forth in the hallway.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Little guy? A kid? By himself?

Nurse Of The Year: No, definitely not – a grown-ass man, really fit, great shoulders, just kind of short.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Good, much better. I just wanted to make sure I understood where this story is going.

Nurse Of The Year: Patience, my friend. Anyway, he spots me and strides over, all confidence on the outside and worry on the inside, wanting to know when his partner is going to be moved into the room. I don’t have a clue, but I tell him I’ll see what I can find out, because I’m not a jerk.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Of course you’re not.

Nurse Of The Year: Yeah, but the look in his eyes, if blue could be a feeling, this would be thanks-for-not-blowing-me-off blue. Guess he’d had a long day, you know?

Long-Suffering Roommate: Clearly if your friend is in the ICU, it’s been a long day.

Nurse Of The Year: Right?

Long-Suffering Roommate: Hey, so when you say partner…

Nurse Of The Year: It gets better.

Long-Suffering Roommate: LOL.

Nurse Of The Year: So I go over to the nurse’s station, and it turns out his partner is really his partner like his cop partner, and they’re both in some special task force thing from out of state, and people are falling all over themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Nice to be a VIP.

Nurse Of The Year: Except that no one has told this guy, he’s just stuck waiting in the hallway whenever they take the partner somewhere for tests or whatever.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Because he’s not family?

Nurse Of The Year: Or just because it’s the middle of the night and even when we’ve got VIP’s, no one really has their shit together in the middle of the night.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Relatable.

Nurse Of The Year: So I find out what’s going on, and I go back and tell him.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Tell the partner? I’m getting confused. I mean I know you can’t tell me their names but I’m still confused.

Nurse Of The Year: Will it give too much away if I call him smol?

Long-Suffering Roommate: This is the best story, isn’t it?

Nurse Of The Year: It surely is. So they finally bring the partner down, and I help get him settled in. And this guy is having a bad day too. He’s got a bandage over one eye and the other one is all black and blue, he had surgery to address internal bleeding from a fall, and he’s clearly in a lot of pain.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Poor guy.

Nurse Of The Year: Yup. Even under all the injuries, though, you can tell this is one hot guy, or at least he was when he was younger.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Younger? How old is he?

Nurse Of The Year: Not really old, middle age, forties. But a great chest, long legs, dark hair, in super shape.

Long-Suffering Roommate: He’s tol, isn’t he?

Nurse Of The Year: Ding ding ding! But the best part is that when smol finally gives up lingering by the door and comes close enough so that the guy can hear his voice, and says his name, tol opens his eye and responds like it’s Christmas, he’s so happy to see smol.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Awww.

Nurse Of The Year: Smol fusses with him for a little while, but after I back off he’s leaning in close, fingers tracing the guy’s hairline, and tol closes his eyes and just sighs.

Long-Suffering Roommate: I very much like this story. Keep going.

Nurse Of The Year: So I give them a little privacy, for a few minutes anyway. And when I come back, smol has squeezed himself into the bed with tol, and he’s got his head nestled against tol’s neck, and tol’s got his hand resting on smol’s lovely inked bicep.

Long-Suffering Roommate: I’m dying. He really got into bed with tol, in the hospital bed?

Nurse Of The Year: I kid you not. Smol was really slender, you know, and he just tucked himself in there.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Sounds romantic.

Nurse Of The Year: It was. Smol just brushed his fingertip along the line of the tol’s cheek, and tol turned his face into his hand, and his whole body relaxed. It took my breath away.

Long-Suffering Roommate: I wish I could have seen it.

Nurse Of The Year: There’s a photo, but I don’t have it.

Long-Suffering Roommate: What do you mean?

Nurse Of The Year: Okay, so while tol and smol are snuggling, or whatever you call it when one of them is barely conscious, this bad ass sexy lady comes in.

Long-Suffering Roommate: What is your life? Tell me more about the bad ass sexy lady.

Nurse Of The Year: God, she was gorgeous. Tall and crazy slim, long legs, black hair, and looked like she could kill you with her pinky. I guess she was one of the cops working with the out of state task force or something.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Maybe I should become a nurse.

Nurse Of The Year: You know this isn’t my normal night.

Long-Suffering Roommate: True.

Nurse Of The Year: Anyway, sexy soldier chick comes in and just stares at the two of them on the bed. She literally just stares for like five or ten minutes, doesn’t say anything, just looks like she’s going to melt, with this sweet little smile on her face. Then she pulls out her phone, takes a picture, and texts it to somebody.

Long-Suffering Roommate: You should have asked her to send you the pic.

Nurse Of The Year: Seems creepy, don’t you think?

Long-Suffering Roommate: Yeah, but you’re going to need it for reference.

Nurse Of The Year: For reference?

Long-Suffering Roommate: For when you write the fic you’re already planning based on this scene. I’m guessing you’re already mapping it out.

Nurse Of The Year: We’ve known each other too long, haven’t we? I was thinking Stucky.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Steve is clearly the tol, Bucky’s the smol.

Nurse Of The Year: And Natasha is the bad ass sexy lady. I may write it as soon as I get back instead of sleeping.

Long-Suffering Roommate: Obviously. I’ll help.

Nurse Of The Year: I’ll stop and grab coffees on the way home. We’re going to need it!

#mcdanno #H50 #H50 fic #Hawaii Five-0 #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams

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satananon · 5 years ago

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I figured that since @ibelongtowrath is always sharing so much, that I would try my hand at appeasing you all. So I hope that you all enjoy.

Satan flipped the pages of his book and let out a resounding sigh. He looked over to the bed beside him where Rebecca sat, engrossed in a makeup tutorial on her DDD. He couldn’t help but smile as he appreciated the look of concentration on her face.

Reluctantly, he pulled his attention from her face and shut his book, reaching over to lay it on his bedside table. He sat up, turning to face her and cleared his throat.

“Kitten, I was wondering if you would let me steal you attentions for a bit?”

Rebecca looked up from her phone and smiled, “Oh, Daddy you know that you can steal my attention whenever you want.” She sat her DDD aside and looked at him expectantly. “What’s up?”

“I was hoping I could tell you about this dream I had last night. I keep replaying it in my mind and I thought that you might find it amusing,” he responded, waving a hand loftily. “Ooohh was it a sexy dream?” she inquired, her voice bearing just a hint of a sultry tone.

“ No, you insatiable thing,” he leaned over and kissed her nose, “it was not a sexy dream. Now if you are prepared to listen, I will regale you with my tale.”

Rebecca nodded and settled into a cross-legged position, elbows propped on her knees, and her chin resting on her hands. “Okay, I’m ready, lemme have it.”

Shaking his head in amusement, he closed his eyes, thinking back to the dream…..

“So there I was, at my desk, working through a stack of manuscripts that Solomon had provided me, my genius mind deciphering the mysteries at an amazing pace…”

Becca snorted from her position across the bed and Satan opened his eyes shooting her a warning look.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Keep going, please.”

“Anyways…. So I was burning through the manuscripts with amazing speed, one right after the other; but with the excitement of my success, I had forgotten to be cautious. Old manuscripts can be a bit tricky; you never know when a disgruntled sorcerer might decide to leave a curse for the next reader. So, I reach forward grabbing the next in the stack where there is a blinding light that flashed before my eyes and pain ripped through my body.

When the light cleared I found myself staring up at my desk. My first thought was that I had strumbled upon some kind of shrinking curse, that is until I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

What I had seen had been a large brown and black striped tail. It was in that minute, I realized that I had been turned into a cat.”

Rebecca let out a surprised gasp of surprise, quickly covering her mouth to stifle the laughter that quickly followed. “So you mean to tell me that you got turned into a cat?’, she inquired her voice ripe with glee. “You were actually literally, Cat Daddy.” She began to roar with laughter then, her body folding in half as she buried her face in the bed. “Oh this just keeps getting better and better. Sorry, continue please. I am dying to see where this goes.”

“So there I was, turned into a cat by a cursed manuscript. Obviously my first reaction was to panic. I ran as fast as I could toward the mirror, but being unaccustomed to having paws, I found that I was tripping head over tiny little cat paws, landing my flat on my face. Once I reached the mirror, I took in my appearance. It was obvious by the silky chocolate fur and adorable white socked feet that I could be nothing other than a purebred Birman.

As I admired the sheen of my coat, I felt my nerves begin to calm. The chances of the curse being permanent were slim and I decided that it would be a missed opportunity to not take full advantage of the situation at hand.

It was about that moment that I heard a key in the lock and the door begin to open. I darted across the room, positioning myself to run out the door, when I noticed that it was you entering the room.”

“Awww I was in your cat dream?”, Rebecca gushed, as she playful pushed at his shoulder.

“Yes, Kitten, you were in my cat dream,” he answered unable to keep the smile from his face.

“As you pushed your way into the room, I heard you calling out to me. I let out a loud meow in response and you looked down at me with love obviously shining in your eyes....”

“Obviously.”

“Yes, obviously, Kitten. What kind of monster doesn’t look at a cat with love.”

“.... love obviously shining in your eyes as saw me sitting before you. You reached down and scratched my ears; it was quite pleasant actually, it made me purr which seemed to please you. I could have stayed there all day, enjoying having you dote upon me, but being unsure how long I had before the curse was up, I knew I had to make quick work.

I moved quickly, slipping between your legs and darting out the door and down the hall.”

“Oh I see how it is. There was I was showering you with love and you just abandon me, Rebecca pouted, warranting an eye roll from Satan.

“As I moved down the hallway, my literal cat-like stealth helping me evade the eyes of anyone who passed; I found myself standing in front of Mammon’s door. It was cracked just enough for me to slide through. I looked around the room, for research purposes obviously, and that is when I saw something that made my feline blood boil.

Sitting on his couch, exposed to the harsh dry air of a room that has not been perfectly curated to a temperature to prevent decomposition, was my prized signed copy of The Codex Leicester, Leonardo da Vinci. Naturally, I was livid. There was no way that I would have lent him a book of such historical value. He would have had to take it from my room himself; most likely after looking up it’s worth online.”

“How much is that book worth?”, Rebecca interjected.

“In terms of human currency…”, Satan counted on his fingers as he wordlessly mouthed his calculations, “I believe with the current exchange rates, it would be worth somewhere along the lines of $30.8 million USD.”

“You have a book work 30 million dollars?!”, she gasped, eyes wide.

“Yes, Kitten, but that is not the point right now, I am trying to tell you about my cat adventures...”

“How is a book worth 30 mil…..”

“AS I WAS SAYING….”

“The book as sitting there, on his couch, unprotected, probably deteriorating by the second and I was absolutely livid. I knew that in cat form there was no way that I could get it back to my room without causing additional damage. I knew that I would have to retrieve the book from him later but I could not just walk away without teaching him a lesson. Luckily for me, one of his designer leather jackets was draped across the chair in the corner of the room. I jumped nimbly into the chair, grasping the leather in my mouth, I yanked the jacket from the back of the chair, teeth leaving blatant puncture marks. I position it into a nest, making sure to bite it in several places; he wouldn’t want to leave the marks uneven. Then I threw myself down into the nest rubbing myself against it. If I am being honest, I got a bit lost in the sensation. It was very comfortable. I was just laying there, purring and shedding all over the jacket when I heard the door push the rest of the way open.

‘Oy! What the hell you think you are doing, you stupid cat! Get off my jacket,’ he yelled at me from behind his stupid yellow sunglasses.

A shoe whizzed through the air, missing me by inches. That scummy brother of mine was attempting to hit a poor defenseless little cat! I was angry again, unable to believe that even he would stoop that low. My hackles rose and I began to hiss at him.

‘Don’t think ya are gonna scare me off like that! Get out of my room! Satan probably snuck ya in didn’t he? He should have kept you locked up; I am gonna feed ya to Beel for messin’ up my favorite jacket,’ he was growling at this point, like even a cat would be scared of him, I mean really.

He rushed towards me, another shoe in hand, and raised it up, preparing to smack me with it. I hissed again and darted around him, jacket in my mouth, and headed for the door.

‘Get back here ya bag of fur! Gimme back my jacket!’

I made my way into the hall, jacket still snug between my teeth, and surveyed my options. Mammon was close on my tail and I needed an escape plan. It was then that Levi turned the corner and I knew what I had to do.

Taking off as fast as I could, I charged Levi, releasing my claws and scaling him in seconds flat.

Then Levi cried out, “Woooooaah, what is happening, I can’t see anything, why is there so much fur.” The jacket had fallen over his eyes as I took my attack position on his head; hissing and clawing at Mammon as he pushed closer. “Just hold ya self still, Levi, I am gonna take care of this furry little pest.” He said this to Levi as he raised his shoe again to hit me. Being the intellectually superior being that I am, I saw the move coming and just as he went to hit me, I left into the air straight over his head. As I landed gracefully on the floor, I turned to watch as Mammon hit Levi on the head with the shoe, just as the jacket I had been holding fell to the ground. As I watched Levi’s demon form appear, I decided that this was a good moment to make my escape and leave them to their own business.

“Poor Levi, what did he do to deserve to be left like that, Daddy?” Becca pouted, obviously invested in the story at this point.

“It’s called collateral damage, Kitten. Levi is a strong demon, don’t let his Otaku ways fool you; he can hold his own.”

“I continued down the hall, smug from my victory over Mammon, when I entered the common room to find Belphegor sleeping on the couch. He and I had not had much interaction since our tiff over you and I was still feeling a bit sore over the whole situation. I walked over to the couch and sat on the floor, looking up at him. He was fast asleep and did not even notice that I was there. This was the puurfect opportunity to take my revenge.”

“Stop laughing at me Rebecca, that was funny and you know it.”

“I sat up tall, drew a deep breath into my cat lungs and let out the loudest most mourn cat yowl I possibly could. Much to my dismay, Belpheghor did not even budge. So I pushed my face right up against his and yowled again. “What the actual fuck?” Belphie sat up, looking startled to find a cat staring up at him. I just flashed him the smuggest look I could with a cat face and meowed loudly again. He glared at me before rolling over and throwing his pillow over his head. Not being one to be ignored, I jumped up on the pillow, making sure to push it uncomfortably into his face before I jumped up on the back of the couch and looked down at him. He threw the pillow to the side and glared up at me, his eyes filled with irritation.

‘What is your problem cat?! Better yet why the hell are you here?’ he snapped at me. I meowed at him in return, my tail swinging behind me. That is when he decided to try and push me off the couch. Though I could have easily landed on my feet, I decided to strike quickly and bite him.

He yelled out in pain, ‘Ow, you little shit, what the actual fuck was that for?!’

He pulled back to hit me and I made a break for it. I was getting pretty good at the escaping thing. I made sure to let out another loud meow as I ran, letting him know that I considered this victory was mine.

“You bit him!?”

“He harassed my mate,” Satan retorted defensively.

“I think maybe biting him was a little dramatic, Daddy,” Rebecca countered.

“I am not dramatic.”

“I was back in the hallway, running for my life, the murder cow somewhere behind me. I looked around, trying to find my bearings, when I realized exactly where I was. I was in the hallway leading to Lucifer’s room. Fate was indeed smiling down on me in that moment. I had found my way to the very place I wanted to be.

As I reached Lucifer’s door, I found it was closed and I could not open it with my adorable little cat paws. I had to find a way to get him to open the door before one of the three brothers I had encountered so far found me and sealed my fate.

I noticed then a vase, position on a pedestal across the hall from the room. I crouched down on my haunches, and took a running start and lept, hitting the vase squarely with the weight of my body. It fell with an astounding crash.

I rushed back across the hall, pressing my self against the wall as Lucifer threw his door open.

“What is going on out here?”, he asked in his stupid peacock squawk. That is when he noticed the broken vase and got his feathers in a ruffle. As much as I wanted to stay and watch his irritation, I knew that I had a greater calling.

I slipped into Lucifer’s room just as the door fell closed. What I saw once I entered could only be described as hideous. I don’t know where Lucifer learned about style, but it was obvious that he had none. Red and black. Asmo would have had lost his lunch. I decided there was only one option. I had to wreck everything. I jumped up on Lucifer’s desk and began to shove piles of paperwork onto the floor, delighting as the papers floated through the air. It was amusing in fact, I lost myself and started chasing one of them. Next, I had to kill the hideous curtains. Asmo would have wanted them to die. I ran and jumped shredding them as my claws ran down the length of them. I tried to pull them down, as well, but they were secured pretty well, which frustrated me. So I decided to go into Lucifer’s closets to rub against all of his clothes, covering them in cat hair and relieve myself in his favorite shoes.”

“YOU DID NOT PEE IN HIS SHOES!”

“I did so.”

“And you call me a naughty kitten!”

“So as I exited the closet, the bed seemed like the obvious next choice. I jumped up on the bed and began to scratch at all of the pillows, extracting features as I went. Feather pillows, our course the peacock had feather pillows. It was when I began to shred his bedspread that I started to feel odd. My limbs aching and head spinning a bit. I stopped for a moment, resting my head on the bed, willing the spinning to stop.

The sound of the door opening jarred me from my rest and I found myself looking at a wide eyed Lucifer, staring at the state of his room. I sat up on the bed, feeling very satisfied and let out a proud meow; but when the sound left my mouth, it wasn’t quite as it had been before. Lucifer wheeled on me, fury in his eyes, ‘Satan, what the hell are you doing naked in my bed?! And why the fuck are you covered in feathers!?’

I knew that in that moment, calm was the best way to mess with Lucifer’s head. So, I stood from the bed, brushing the feathers from my hair and body, and began to walk towards the door, chin held high. Lucifer was gaping at me as I approached him, not quite sure what was happening. As I reached him, I stopped, looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Fuck you, Lucifer.” Then I made my way out of the room and that is when I woke up.”

Rebecca sat silently for a moment, absorbing the story that he had just told her. “So you turned into a cat.”

“Yes, I thought that was clear,” he replied a bit confused.

“And your first response was to torture your brothers?”, she inquired calmly.

“No. My first thought was to torture Lucifer; the rest just happened organically.”

That was the point where Rebecca could no longer hold her laughter in. Tears began to stream down her face as laughter wracked through her body.

“That was the funniest thing that I have ever heard!” she gasped as she tried to regain her composure. You were so petty!! I love it.”

“I am glad that you are amused, Kitten, “ he said with a smug smile, “I also enjoyed it. It had me in a good mood all day.”

There was a loud knock then and they both looked towards the door.

“Satan!” Lucifer’s voice bellowed loud enough for his voice to be heard through the thick wood. “Where is the cat, Satan? You know the house rule. Don’t try to deny it! Something peed in my shoes.”

Satan and Rebecca turned towards each other, both of their eyes filled with surprise before they both erupted into peals of laughter.

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