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Just in for my tune up (Bleach)

Just in for my tune up

Ichigo yawned loudly as he woke up in his crib. one would think that sense being labeled a helpless diaper fag slave that would mean Ichigo would get to sleep in once and awhile but one would be wrong.

Instead as the head slave he was his 'honor' to go and wake the other slaves up so he could then crawl in bed with master Renji before the new captain would have to get up for work.

Knowing that if they dragged their feet they'd cost Ichigo his much desired cuddles, some of the slaves like Toshiro tried to take their time.

A trip head first into a diaper pail did wonders to motivate the troops though and while all of the slaves where young men and boys, and they were all clad in nothing but bunny slippers and diapers, it was clear who reported to who.

As such Ichigo trusted the rest of the morning over to his lackeys and with a stern look on his face waddled back to masters bedroom, his stalking off ruined somewhat as just before he left the room a loud bubbly fart rang out from his bottom and Ichigo was heard cursing and swearing, and if one was brave enough to peek, cow boy waddling up the stairs as the back of his white diaper deformed and turned brown.

One diaper change latter (One did NOT just cuddle with the Master while smelling like sewage unless he requested it as such!)

And Ichigo was cuddling into Master Renji and mewing happily, wishing the stupid clock would break so he could enjoy this for just a bit longer.

Sadly the wants of a cock caged and hollow tube plugged diaper fag doesn't mean much in the living world, and even less here in the spirit realm.

For most diaper fags like himself the state that they were treated like would of horrified them. Ichigo on the flip side had shed tears of joy and had gotten himself outed so fast some barely recall the brief hour of adulthood he'd had before finding out how he'd be treated.

Renji smirked as he opened his eyes, the alarm hadn't gone off yet but he'd been faking his sleep so that Ichigo could get in lots of cuddles with him before he'd have to give the cute little slave the bad news.

Despite promising Ichigo that if he went for the permanent plug and cage treatment that he'd be there at every adjustment, as twice a year the cage was made smaller and the plug bigger, He'd been there for all of them but today when he was due for his last one..

"Morning cutie pie. I take it the boys are all hard at work?" Renji asked, pulling Ichigo in for a kiss and patting the slave's padded bottom. "Oh, still clean?"

Renji of course knew the boy had changed, but loved to semi torment poor Ichigo so he had made sure to add a note of disappointment to his tone.

"Ah! No! wait sir! I was good and woke up soaked and TOTALLY loaded my diapers after getting everyone ta work! I just didn't wanna stink up your bed! Please don't be upset with me!" Ichigo whimpered.

'dear god, like sandblasting a soup cracker.' Renji chuckled mentally.

"I suppose I'll let it go this time, but only because I have some bad news for you." Renji said, laying on his side now in his black silk PJ's.

Ichigo had turned on his side to face Renji, but copied his pose.

"W-what is it? do we have to get rid of one of the slaves again sir? they're getting along so well together!" Ichigo whined.

"Oh No, I don't need to give more slaves to anther captain. it's just..you know that I care for you a far deal more then I should since your just a diaper fag slave right?" Renji started.

"And don't think I don't love every second of it." Ichigo coo'ed.

"But..well..There was a last second meeting called for today at 10 am." Renji said slowly.

"But..At 955 i got in for my final adjustment..how can you be in two places at the same...time..Oh." Ichigo said, trailing off then glaring at Renji. "But you promised!"

"Ichigo.." Renji sighed, moving to pull him in for a hug.

"I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" the slave yelled and pushed away at Renji.

Ichigo got up and huffed, grabbing a pillow and about to hit Renji with it but a look from him had Ichigo dropping the pillow and wetting himself.

"Little man, need I remind you I literally own you, so if I can't keep a promise from time to time, I'm sorry, but your just a stupid diaper fag anyways!" Renji snapped.

As soon as he said it Renji regretted it, if he had slapped Ichigo across the face he doubted the boy could of looked so stunned or hurt. he went to say something else but Ichigo slid out of bed and bowed.

"Of course Master. I'm sorry Master. I'll leave you to get dressed..Master." he said and walked out.

"..I think it would of been easier to pay the 10,000 dollar fine for missing the meeting. this isn't going away anytime soon." Renji groaned and flopped back into bed.

"Somebody should of warned me about this side of being a master."

Getting dressed Renji made his way downstairs and was greeted by each of his slaves except two.

Ichigo who was trying to finish his morning meal as fast as possible and clearly still sore at Renji, and Toshiro.

the former captain had been forced into diaper fag slavery when he was discovered dressed like a darling baby girl in the public square. he maintained that he had been drinking and didn't know what had happened but of course no one believed him.

the irony was they really should of because it was Renji himself who's set the captain up for his great downfall and had taken delight in making sure Toshiro was the prissiest of the prissy sissies he had.

Toshiro had figured it out within days but since he had no legal standing anymore there was nothing he could do about it and thus while making sure to clean and cook well enough to be allowed to stay (Bad slaves being sent to auction) he kept to himself for the most part and ignored Renji as much as possible.

'Great, this goes on with Ichigo for too much longer and I'll have a pair of ice queens.' Renji glumly thought, sipping his coffee.

"Alright everyone listen up." Renji said after he finished breakfast. "I'm going to be at a meeting till at least 2pm. Ichigo will be out getting his final adjustment done but that's no excuse for you all to slack off. Toshiro, I'm putting you in charge till Ichigo gets back. Questions, comments, concerns?" Renji asked.

"Wait, you're putting little miss frost in charge?" whined a long haired red head.

"That is what I just said. Oh and before you go to argue, keep in mind the stables need to be mucked out today. what you say next could make the difference between getting to use a shovel and wheelbarrow and a sand shovel and bucket."

"..Have a good day sir."

"Smart boy!"

With Ichigo still in just his diapers and some sneakers, he was in his car seat as Renji drove the sulking boy to the adjusters office, even though Ichigo had fussed and whined he wanted to just walk.

Looking in the rear view mirror, Renji could see Ichigo was sulking big time and after taping his figures on the steering wheel for a few minutes, spoke up.

"Ichigo about this morning.." He started to say, but Ichigo cut him off.

"oh, there's nothing to say sorry about Master. You made it clear what you really thought about me Master. I'm sorry for being a inconvenience Master." Ichigo said in a respectful voice and tone, but there was venom in it.

"Look I'm trying to say sorry here, can you cut back on the brat mode for 5 freaking minutes?" Renji asked.

"Of course ..Master." Ichigo said and smirked and despite himself, Renji smirked too.

"Look you know I care about you more then a master is suppose to for his diaper fag, right?" Renji asked.

"I mean..Yeah i know..I've seen you get teased 'bout it." Ichigo said, looking down and kicking his legs softly.

"But I keep doing it, because I do care about you. even if there wasn't the diaper fag slave law I'd of likely still kept you around in thick diapers and waiting on me, and I know you'd of enjoyed every last second of it." Renji chuckled.

"ehehehe really? so so..you like my stinky diapers?" Ichigo asked, peaking up.

"well I like you so I suppose I'll put up with your stinky bum too~" Renji said and looked back and winked.

"ehehehee yayyy!" Ichigo coo'ed and cheered and clapped his hands.

"So, are we good?" Renji asked, pulling in front of the adjustment office.

"Uh-huh! Sorry for being a butt before." Ichigo said as Renji let him out of his car seat.

one big hug to daddy later and being told he'd have to walk home, and Ichigo waved bye bye and headed inside as Renji scrambled to get to the meeting on time.

Ichigo was well know and so breezed though the reception area and was in a office, waiting on his adjuster of the day while face down, ass up on a exam table, reading a comic book he'd snagged from the reception area while he waited.

"huh, and hear I thought you didn't know HOW to read..or do you just enjoy all the pretty pictures?" asked a voice that Ichigo instantly recognized.

a look over his shoulder confirmed, the ex captain of Master daddy's squad after being involved in some sort of disgrace, Byakuya.

He wasn't in his normal fancy robes or the like, and instead wore a light green nurses suit and cap and had a cart in front of him loaded with everything he would need.

"Oh great, when did this place start hiring asshole." Ichigo said.

"Careful now, you're just a slave, I can-"

"Get yourself in shit if Renji finds out you tried to send me to a detention center. you got zero threats to make so let's get this over with." Ichigo said, having never been the guys biggest fan.

"..Cocky brat." Byakuya huffed and pushed the cart in the rest of the way and closed the door.

"At least when i fell from grace it wasn't something as shameful as this.. does your family even-" Byakuya started to ask and Ichigo cut him off.

"Master took me last Christmas to see them, they got me lots of baby toys." he said looking almost bored.

"Well..I bet your old fr-" The brunette started, determined to get Ichigo blushing and ashamed.

"All know, and those who can't handle it I don't bother to try and see. Oh and my ex girlfriend knows, rumors of it are around my old school.. Yes i bounce in my shitty diapers and suck lots of dick.. Oh, what other questions did you have to try and torment me with?" Ichigo asked, listing things off on his fingers then giving a impish grin to Byakuya.

"...I really hate you." Byakuya growled and pulled on some rubber gloves.

"Awwww, me too sweetie, me too." Ichigo chuckled and blew a kiss at Byakuya.

Byakuya was fuming as he went to work, yanking down Ichigo's slightly wet diaper and examining the lock on the fag's 2 inch wonder and the size of the tubing in him, then smirked.

'Somebody fucked up~ this is the third biggest size in and on him, not second..So when I put him in first..Ohhh hehehe, you're gonna regret pissing me off..' Byakuya thought with a evil mental chuckle.

"So, Ichigo, I've heard you bragging up how despite being a lowly diaper fag slave.. you're still rather strong and can handle pain." Byakuya said, starting to put on the solvent for the special glue that was used to hold the tube in place even when Ichigo wasn't diapered.

"heh, you know it. Ain't an ass whupping I can't take and then just say 'please daddy, may I have more?'" Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice.

"Bullshit. I bet you just sob and whine the whole time and Renji just goes easy on your because your such a disgrace." The Ex captain taunted.

"Fuck and You." Ichigo huffed. "I can take anything without crying, unless tears are what Master daddy wants to see so NYAH!" with with that the orange haired big baby blew a raspberry at Byakuya.

"heh, you sure about that? how about a friendly little wager?"

"I'd Hardly call you a friend..but what ya got in mind?" Ichigo asked.

"I won't use the numbing meds so you'll feel everything as I do the final adjustment. if you end up crying from the pain of it, I get a blowjob from your legendarily talented mouth." Byakuya said.

the solvent had worked it's magic and Byakuya was gently tugging the large hollow plug out of the boys gaping ass.

"A-Ahhh.. And..and what if I win?" Ichigo challenged back. "I can't exactly get head from you when I'm gonna be locked up forever."

"heh, if you can hold your tears in, I'll let you spank me silly." Byakuya said, confident in the fact Ichigo would be bawling soon.

"heh, not good enough. I get to spank you THEN diaper you." Ichigo said, giggling like crazy even as his once tight hole now a massive cave of a asshole twitched and throbbed.

"I uh.." Byakuya hesitated at that. it wasn't again, like he thought Ichigo had a snow ball's chance in hell of actually beating him, but the mental image of him sobbing and sucking his thumb while this diaper fag slave pampered him brought a big blush to his cheeks, and a tent to his pants,.

"If your too chicken that's ok, you can add the numbing cream." Ichigo chuckled and made a few clucking noises before going to go back to his comic book.

"nggg deal!" Byakuya said, huffing and angry.

between the why boner and his honor being insulted he wasn't going to stand for it anymore.

"heh Ok, but no take backies~" Ichigo purred and looked over his shoulder winking.

for a second, Byakuya had the sinking feeling that rather then Ichigo walking into his trap..he'd just walked into Ichigo's.

Ichigo smirked, it was just SO easy with some guys to turn their ego against them. even daddy could be played like that if Ichigo wanted to keep it up all the time. but the big baby found it was easier and more fun to wear down on a daddy over the long term and get them wrapped around your little finger then going with short term trickery.

Buttt every now and there there was a guy who just needed to be tricked into pampers and clearly this was the case here.

Ichigo felt kinda, funny without his plug in him. while with the first one it had been horribly invasive now it was a soothing comfort though out the day and he was missing it big time.

It was also weird as he sat up and spread his legs, having the cock cage removed, without it on the air in the room seemed almost chilly to Ichigo's once might cock.

when he'd started all of this he'd had a 8 inch rod of fuck meat but now with careful training he had all of two inches, and it couldn't even get hard anymore though he could still cum.

"Ready for your final cage? the locking WILL be permanent so if you wanted to tug on your little worm a few times before it goes on, I'll let you." Byakuya said smirking.

Ichigo raised a eyebrow at that, such kindness wasn't like Byakuya, so they had to be a trick here. Still, it wasn't like he was ever gonna get a shot at this again and he nodded, reach down with a finger and thumb.

and then wince and drew his hand away FAST as the sensations were way too much for Ichigo and he was gasping and panting.

"H-Holy shit.. that was..was.."

"Yeah, normally your weenie is coated in numbing cream, but not this time and it hasn't felt your touch in QUITE some time~" Byakuya laughed then went on. "Even if I did give you permission to jerk off, you wouldn't be able to enjoy it, you'd over load."

"So..so by taking your bet.." Ichigo whimpered and glared.

"You lost out on your ONE right as a diaper fag, one last wank before permanent chastity. I know, ain't I a stinker?"

"...I'm gonna enjoy making you waddle around in massive diapers." Ichigo huffed.

"Huh? hey the deal was-" Byakuya started to say but got cut off.

"that i could diaper you. not put one diaper on, or two, just i diaper you, which implies as I see fit." Ichigo said and smirked even as his dicklet bounced and throbbed.

"..Oh shit." Byakuya whimpered, for the first time super worried.

being in massive diapers and around this place? if he was seen he'd be on the slave block before supper.

Threat made Ichigo made use of a ice cube to get his dickie to shrink down and relax, though he was rocking back and forth and blowing air out in hisses as he did so. Still, he kept from crying which was the important thing.

the cage looked WAY smaller then Ichigo would of expected but he laid on his back and covered his face with a pillow as Byakuya went to put it on, so he wouldn't have to watch.

"ah ah ah, no cheating and hiding your tears." Byakuya scolded and tugged the pillow away. "If you don't wanna watch just close your eyes."

Ichigo huffed but shut his eyes tight and whimpered as Byakuya started to force the 1/4 a inch cage onto Ichigo's soft member, Making Ichigo yelp and cry out but his eyes stayed dry the whole time and then with a click the lock was sealed, and Ichigo's cock would NEVER be freed again.

Of course while all the other cages had had a cleaning Kido inside of them to make sure he didn't get crotch rot, this one had a much stronger version since the only way to remove it now would be to well, castrate Ichigo.

"I'm Impressed, dry eyes still!" Byakuya chuckled and gave a mock clap. "Of course I didn't expect you to really break down sobbing just from having your useless nub that was once fuck meat caged. it'll be when THIS goes in." and he paused and held up the LARGE hollow plug for Ichigo to get a good look at it.

The shear size of it would put Renji to shame and Ichigo almost wondered if Renji's cock might of fit in the tubing as he reached out and ran a hand over it.

"Jesus titty fucking Christ! That's the last size?! what happened to a gradual build up!?" He whimpered, gulping hard.

"heh, Yup, and you're gonna look SO cute trying to adjust to it with my cock down your throat. now assume the position and get ready to bawl." Byakuya chuckled, taking the plug back and lubing it up.

"U-Uh Byakuya.. Let's say I go ahead and concede defeat now..and Promise to still blow you..can..can you give me the numbing med before putting that in?" Ichigo mewed, slowly moving back to face down ass up.

the fear and worry in his voice is what did it, and Byakuya while he wanted to make the brat suffer, was just too damn nice in his old age.

"Finnne. but this better be one HELL of a fucking blow job!" Byakuya grumbled, making it sound like he had all the problems in the world.

"Oh that's one thing that was never in doubt. I'm the best cock sucker there is." Ichigo said with a note of pride in his voice. "Master daddy Has entered me in competitions and everything! I-"

"Blew them all away, to pardon the pun?" Byakuya asked and snorted at his own bad pun.

"Man, and I thought my diapers stunk.."

with the numbing gel applied and a injection to further dull Ichigo's ass (they weren't worried about destroying any bowel control for well, obvious reasons) Byakuya placed a firm had on Ichigo's lower back to help keep his still and then gently pressed the tip of the monster sized anal invader to Ichigo's boi cunt.

"Fast and hard or slow an easy?" Byakuya asked, planning on doing the reverse of what ever the big baby fag wanted.

"ah..ah..fuckkkk~" Ichigo mewed, just the tip was in him and despite the drugs he could feel it and he was starting to leak cock drool despite the cage. "S-Slow and easy please." he moaned, wanting to draw this out and enjoy it.

Byakuya smirked, and like he had planed, went with fast and hard and rammed the plug in all at once, making Ichigo cried out 'GOO GOO GAGA!' as he shot out a load from his caged dicklet then collapsed on the examination bed, eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out.. Little chibi sissy baby Toshiro's dancing around his head from his POV.

"..I think I broke him." Byakuya said with a sweat drop, then shrugged and started to get to work making sure the plug would stay in for the rest of Ichigo's life, with how long one's soul could last in the soul society was going to be a long, long, time.

The process of making it permanent was done in steps that Ichigo likely hadn't of even noticed, the very same lube that had helped the beast slid in had also doubled as a adhesive once some Kido was channeled though it. adding onto that Byakuya was squirting in extra adhesive around the edges after tugging the beast back out a little, then pushed the monster back in and activated his Kido.

With the orange haired faggot locked and plugged for life, Byakuya rolling him over on his back and while Ichigo was still recovering from his orgasm, got him thickly diapered in 6 terrycloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants that Renji had dropped off at the center when he'd made this appointment.

"ah..ah ba what?" Ichigo coo'ed, blinking rapid and sitting up, wiggling his fat diapered bottom.

"welcome back to the land of the living. I was worried I was gonna have to send you home by taxi and drop by for my BJ later." Byakuya said with a sneer.

"ah shit..I did agree to that didn't I?" Ichigo whined.

"Yup yup~ so get down on your knees and make it snappy, I got anther diaper fag to seal in like 10 minutes." Byakuya said and then fished out his 6 inch dong and stroked it a few times.

"heh, If I'm right about you, that's 8 minutes and 40 seconds more then I'll need. You like like a quick shot." Ichigo said, but he was a fag of his word and got on his knees, shuddering softly as the plug shifting and pressed on him.

the feeling made Ichigo let out a soft moan and lean into Byakuya's crotch and then eagerly take the semi impressive member into his mouth.

Of course Ichigo was used to Renji and others thick and longer cocks but considering just how worked up he was still this was just what the doctor ordered and if he shut his eyes and blocked it out, he could pretend it was someone he didn't think was a total fucktard.

"Oh F-Fuck!" Byakuya gasped, ruining the illusion and griping onto Ichigo's head. "Y-Your mouth..it's fucking amazing!" The ex Captain squealed, little stars in his eyes.

'heh, yup, and your never getting anther BJ from me again unless Renji approves it..and he hates you more then I do.' Ichigo chuckled mentally, knowing he was forever ruining head for the fucktard.

using his triple swirl touage lashing move, Ichigo brought Byakuya to a orgasm in under a minute and swallowed the brunettes rather weak load with ease and pulled off.

"Man, don't jerk off so often if your gonna be feeding cock suckers, we prefer a thick and creamy load." Ichigo scolded.

"I...I'll keep that in mind.." Byakuya moaned softly, falling onto his ass, pants still down and his now soft 4 inch cock still leaking out left over jizz as Ichigo got up and smirked.

"Thanks for the snack, and try and get yourself together, you don't wanna be caught like this and end up pampered right?" Ichigo asked and then laughed as Byakuya's cock twitched and shot out a second weak and small load. "Then again.." was all he said and then left.

Feeling super happy with himself even if he was walking a little funny, trying to get used the the plug, Ichigo started to make his way home whistling softly and waving at people.

he was of course well know as Captain Renji's diaper fag slave and as such people should of known that messing with him was a bad idea but even in a well run place like the soul society there was a couple of bad egg's.

Case and point two hoods were currently in a Ally and scanning the crowd looking for a good target to kidnap and ransom.

they were both in blue jeans and dirty beat up stained white top, and had shoulder length black hair and were almost identical save for the fact one had a beard while the other was clean shaven.

"So, what cha think, any good targets?" beard asked.

"Nah, Just a bunch of normal folk..the rich ain't out shopping t'day..Waittt..Hold the phone.." non beard said, and took out a specialized mini scope and focused it on Ichigo, who had stopped and was talking to a street vendor selling fruits. "This one has promise.. according to the scans he belongs to a high ranking captain."

"Wait, Ichigo? man, even I know who he belongs too..you sure you wanna risk getting on the bad side of Renji?"

"he's a well known softy, he always favors paying ransom's and not hurting the kidnappers because it encourages them not to hurt the hostage.All we'll have to worry about is changing diapers." non beard said and handed over the scope to beard.

"Ngggh.. not reading much for a spirit energy..I suppose this cou-" beard was cut off as while he was scanning Ichigo, he turned and looked right at them despite the crowd being in the way and then seemed to vanish.

Suddenly there was a force on the back of both of the would be kidnappers heads and they found themselves on the ground and being kept there by one hand each.

"You know, it's rude to stare AND talk about people behind their backs right?" Ichigo asked, smirking.

"H-How did you?" Beard asked, struggling.

"You didn't have a reading even close to suggesting you can do this!" non beard yelped.

"Oh that.. Master daddy got me a special device that let's me hid my spirit energy so I can take out would be kidnappers like you. Plus it helps me not only be the bestest cock sucking diaper fag slave ever, but a damn good body guard." Ichigo chuckled, Placing a knee on each of their back's after turning around, facing their butts. "Now, I'm not gonna turn you in to the cops because they'll just beat you or worse, but you gotta understand I can't just let you two off without some form of punishment right?"

"W-What are you gonna do to use?" No beard asked, twisting his head and seeing the massive diaper butt closer then he'd like by his head.

"Please don't sit on our heads!" Beard pleaded.

"..Oh I didn't even think of That! I'm just gonna yank your undies up so hard you're gonna be tasting them for a month."

"..That's..better?" No beard said.

"I'm glad you agree, but your consent isn't really a deciding factor here." Ichigo said and then grabbed a waist band in either hand.

the screams that came out of the ally were only matched by the site second later as the two would be kidnappers ran out with the back of their undies over their foreheads.

The rest of the walk home after that was uneventful, though Ichigo had to laugh when he got back home.

Toshiro had apparently let his minor role of power in the absence of Renji or Ichigo go to his head as he was lounging on a sofa and sipping from a glass of ice cold grape juice that was being held by a slave while anther one was fanning him with a big leaf and a third was holding up a book for him and turning the pages for him as he gave the signal.

"Are we having fun?" Ichigo asked, snicking slightly.

the effect was instant with Toshiro sitting up and blushing and looking at the other slave's and glaring.

"I told you baka's to warn me when Ichigo was coming back!" he growled.

"And YOU know better then to lord your position like this. " Ichigo said. "They're not the ones who are in deep doo doo Toshiro, you are."

"I..I am?" Toshiro squeaked, the back of his pretty pink diapers balloon out and drooping as he paled.

"...Nah I'm just fucking with ya. everyone let's it go to their head the first time. Do it again though and I WILL tell Renji. and don't even THINK about trying to punish the others. Now finish up your pooping, then go and help finish mucking out the stables."

"..Yes sir." Toshiro grumbled.

The rest of the afternoon passed without incident, and while Ichigo was worried when Master wasn't home by dusk,he knew how long these things could take.

Stepping up he made sure al the slaves got their daily baths in and were in clean clothes, and got a belly full of food before sending them to their quarters for the night to just relax and have fun while he waited on Master daddy.

as the hours went by Ichigo got the feeling Renji had been roped into going out to the bar after with the other captain's and knew Renji couldn't turn down the offer without getting more teasing about how he preferred the company of cute boys who crapped their pants over adults, so he didn't fault Renji for going, but he vowed to himself he'd stay up as late as needed to make sure to greet his loving master daddy when he got home.

So naturally he was conked out and asleep on the couch by 10 pm.

Renji yawned as he made his way into his house. it was 1 in the morning and he had to admit, once he'd gotten the others to shut the fuck up about his boi's he'd actually had some fun with them. He hadn't had as much to drink as the others since these days he tended to get hung over rather easy and he hated how scared and worried his slaves got when he was sick.

Making his way into the living room he was greeted by a familiar smell and looked over to see Ichigo asleep on the couch with his thumb in his mouth and a small blanket covering his chest and a shit swelled diaper around his hips.

'Heh, must of tried to stay up for me..Maybe I should of called home.' Renji thought with a smile.

Despite what Ichigo might think, Renji didn't actually mind the smell of a stinky diaper (he'd hardly of filled his mansion with a bunch of diaper pooping fag's if he had) and so he came over and gently scooped up Ichigo in his arms, cradling the little stinker to his chest and headed for the bedroom.

"Ngggh..Hiii daddy.." Ichigo said, half waking up and coo'ing softly.

"Hey stinker. having a good sleep?"

"Uh-huh." Ichigo said and nodded his head.

"well thats good. you can just go back to sleep sweetie. Daddies gonna tuck us into his bed."

"Oh..Otay." Ichigo coo'ed and just snuggled into Renji's chest, closing his cute eyes and drifting back off.

Yeah, being a captain and owning so many slaves could be a head ache at times, but there wasn't one thing about any of this that Renji would ever change.

The end

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Chapter 14

Description: You accompany your friends on a day trip to Animal Kingdom Theme Park where you meet Scott Evans by chance. This one afternoon leads to a year long friendship with both Chris and Scott over text messages and phone calls.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: So much fluff. A few curse words.

Word Count: 6,435

A/N: And here it is, the final chapter of this series. Thank you to all of you who followed along, reblogged and encouraged me to keep writing. More Chris Evans series are to come. Special thanks to @panicfob who asked me if I ever thought about writing a series like this and @allaboutthebooz who told me about a Steve Rogers Disney series she was writing which in turn really got me into a Disney frame of mind. Please tell me what you thought of the series! There will be two one-shots that accompany this. One will be posted next month with the second posted in March. Stay tuned.

*Italics are internal thoughts

Catch up with Chapter 13

In retrospect, moving to New England in the midst of winter probably wasn’t a wise choice. When you moved to Florida all those years ago it was during the summer. It appears your timing is never right. You’ve slipped on icy sidewalks more times than you can count as it seems no one is nice enough to salt and sand the sidewalks surrounding their houses and businesses. You haven’t quite mastered public transportation so you take your chances walking the snowy roads for coffee and grocery items. You’ve learned parking really is a hot commodity until you get of further into the suburbs. For now, you’ll take the extra steps on your health app as they continue to grow.

Speaking of timing, Chris wasn’t even in the state when the moving truck rolled into town. You knew he wouldn’t be and it was probably better that way. You weren’t moving in together, so adjusting to the change without him would only further help you adjust with being on your own. The only caveat to that is you were rarely alone. The Evans clan had seemingly adopted you without your consent. Surprisingly, you were enjoying your adopted Massachusetts family.

When Chris told Lisa about your thoughts on moving to Boston, she asked to speak to you before you went home to Florida during your visit in October. If you were nervous the first time you met her, you were in full panic mode this time. Chris telling his mother everything was something you would need to get used to. God forbid you two have a huge fight at some point and then have to see his mom shortly after. Nope, that wouldn’t be awkward at all.

Chris drove you over with Dodger in tow. The two of them played outside while Lisa fixed you a cup of coffee and essentially asked what your intensions with her son were.

“I’m thinking about moving here to give Chris and I a fighting chance. The distance is hard, Lisa. You probably already know this, but he has flown to Orlando to see me three times in the last month and a half. He’s already busy and this is only wearing him down more. I don’t want that.” You took a breath, ignoring your coffee completely. “I’m not one of those women who’s trying to weasel her way in to his life. Chris and I were friends first and if this whole thing goes to hell, I hope we’re still friends because I’m not giving him or Scott up.”

Lisa smiled, stood up, pulled you to your feet and hugged you. “I think everything is going to turn out just how it should,” she said.

You sighed in relief. “Thanks, Lisa.”

“You should come for Christmas!” she blurted out after releasing you.

You chuckled softly. “My mother would kill me if I didn’t go home to Minnesota.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that. Come the week after for New Year’s.” Before you could say no, she continued. “I insist.”

Looks like I’m going to Boston for New Years.

“Okay… We should probably check with Chris though.”

“Trust me, if you’re here, my son will be too.”

Christmas in Minnesota was interesting. A lot of the time was spent talking and explaining yourself. Your brother still wanted to kick Chris’ ass and you couldn’t blame him. The two of them hadn’t met and he was pissed when he saw those photos on TMZ. You made a mental note to get Chris and Heath together to bond. Heath didn’t know Chris like you did and he didn’t understand that the two of you had discussed your relationship at length and were committed to each other.

While your mother was sad that you had chosen not to move back home, she was happy for you and understood the need for a change. She teased you relentlessly about moving somewhere with a true winter. After graduating from college, you declared that you’d never live in a snowy state again. Now you had tentative plans with Lisa to apartment hunt next week.

Your father was another story. You weren’t above bribery so you took him to dinner at his favorite steakhouse. Hoping the appeal of an expensive cut of meat would put him in a cheery mood. It was Christmastime after all. His spirit should already be lighter.

When you changed jobs in October, you told him about it almost immediately. Gary didn’t appreciate being left in the dark. You never called him Gary to his face, but when you ever spoke about your dad to Jana, you referred to him as Gary much to her amusement. He wasn’t happy about the job change which was of no surprise to you. He didn’t understand why you would make a change when you had a great position with the paper. “This is just like you,” he had said. “You’re never settled.” It wasn’t a fair statement. You had been settled for years. Yes, you weren’t married and you didn’t own your own home, but you had a career and had been at the paper for years. You were well respected in your field. There was absolutely nothing wrong with moving on to a position that would bring you growth in your career as well as your personal life.

If you hadn’t broken the news about the move in a public space, there was no doubt in your mind that he would have stormed out.

“Why on earth would you move to Massachusetts? I thought Florida was where you wanted to plant roots. This is just like you.”

There he goes with that same line. You sighed loudly, poking at your steak with your fork. You lowered your face, refusing to meet his eyes. It was like your twelve years old again, dropping out of soccer only to be lectured by your father.

“When are you going to get your life together?” he asked.

You snapped, well, you snapped as much as you could in a restaurant full of people having a holiday meal.

“That’s exactly it. This is my life dad. I’m choosing to make a change that’s going to fulfill me personally,” you said sternly in a voice just a tad louder than a whisper. “And yes, it’s a big change and yes, it’s scary. But. But.” Picking up your glass of wine, you took a large gulp and set it back on the table. “This is what I need to do. If I’m going to fail, I will fail. But what if this turns out to be the best thing for me? I want you in my life to celebrate my successes, but I also need you if life chooses to spit me out.” Your dad leaned back in his chair, a tired expression on his face. “Can you just try to be here for me if I need you?”

“Of course, Y/N. I’m always going to be here. But I worry. What if you’re making a mistake?”

“Then it’s something I’ll learn from and I’ll just try again.”

The week of New Year’s you stayed with Chris. His home was now completely remodeled, so that was one less stressful thing in his life. It was gorgeous when it was half under construction, now it was beautiful enough to be featured in a magazine on home design. It wasn’t a mansion by any means, it was just a very nice, large, upper class, suburban home. Well, a suburban home with a state-of-the-art alarm system. The house was luxurious without being pretentious and you found it strange to feel so comfortable there.

Chris was flying out to Atlanta and then to Costa Rica for filming the day after you flew back home to Orlando. It was a stressful time for him but he made sure to tell you every night that just you being there was helping. Chris was also incredibly clingy the whole trip. You chalked it up to him wanting to spend as much time with you as possible and also the anxiety of starting up a new project. Especially one that would take him away from home for a couple of months.

Every day the two of you cuddled on the couch and spent nights tangled in the sheets. Chris had only been able to visit once in November, so the two of you were making up for lost time. It was your first Christmas together as a couple and you weren’t together for it. Both of you had Facetimed for hours after both your family parties had ended. It wasn’t quite the same, but falling asleep with your phone held close to your face was the next best thing.

“Celebrating the new year together is going to be way more magical than Christmas. Christmas is old news sweetheart,” he said the night before New Year’s Eve. Your lips so close together that you couldn’t help but lean forward bridging the gap in a soft kiss. “This year brought me you. Next year can only get better.”

Apartment hunting was not going well. Like, not at all. Any place that Lisa considered to be decent enough to stay in was well over your price range. Not just an extra hundred or two a month over your budget, but close to one thousand dollars over the monthly amount you wanted to spend. Lisa told you she would keep an eye out for listings and send them to you as she found them. This move was looking to be more difficult than you thought it would be. You hadn’t lived with a roommate since college, but if you wanted to live anywhere near Chris, a roommate is something you would have to get used to.

New Year’s Eve was probably the most fun you’ve had in a long time. Granted, you didn’t remember the whole night, but the majority of it was worth the headache in the morning.

Chris, Scott, Zach, Shanna, Carly and you had spent dinner at Lisa’s and played games with the kids until they went to bed after celebrating the New Year at eight that night. There was sparkling cider, confetti, and kisses from all the kids to bring in 2021. Chris had arranged a car to pick the two of you along with Zach and Scott up to take you to their friend Benji’s house for the rest of the evening. You weren’t entirely sure if that was really his name or if it was a nickname he picked up at some point. Regardless, Benji’s house was packed to the brim with people. Chris threw so many names at you as he moved his way through the house that you just started smiling and nodding. Hopefully you’d meet his closer friends in a much smaller and quieter setting in the future.

To say you were feeling quite shy was an understatement. Scott had talked you into buying a dress that was shorter than you felt comfortable with. Your butt was completely covered, but you usually didn’t show as much thigh as you were currently sporting. The gold number was long sleeved with a high neck that provided some warmth, but the back was cut low which added to the “sexy New Year’s vibe” as Scott called it. Scott dressed in a black suit and gold tie which was why he was adamant you buy the dress when you saw it in a shop window earlier in the week. Chris was another story. He didn’t want to dress up, opting to wear jeans and sweater that he later removed when he became too hot, leaving him in a plain black t-shirt. This is why Scott was your date for the night. Technically Scott and Zach were your dates for the night. More so Scott as the two of you coordinated. Chris had fun making a game of it by pulling you away from Scott several times over the night to kiss you in “secret” as he didn’t want your “date” to find out. It was cute and if you were being honest, kind of hot.

You didn’t want to get drunk. Wanting to remember the night was important to you not only because it was your first New Year’s with Chris, but because there were too many of his friends at this party. Giving off the impression of Chris’ drunk girlfriend wasn’t what you were aiming for, so you kept the drinking light. A couple of beers and you cut yourself off. You grabbed a plastic cup and dumped a bottle of water into. It was a trick you used to do in college when you didn’t want to get pestered about not drinking.

“Y/N! Sassy!” Scott called from the across the room.

“My date needs me,” you teased Chris.

His smirk said it all. You turned away from him and he promptly squeezed your ass. You chased his hand away with yours but laughed at his advances.

“Grumpy, what can I do for you?” you asked.

“This my dear, is Nicolette. Nicolette, this is Y/N,” he said, throwing an arm over your shoulder and bringing you closer.

You stuck your free hand out for her to shake. “Nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” she replied.

“So, Nicolette here needs a roommate,” Scott spoke, wiggling his eyebrows. “And since I know both of you, I know the two of you would get along.”

Taken aback by the sudden suggestion, you were sure your face looked somewhat shocked. You trusted Scott and you knew he wouldn’t set you up with a crazy person.

Nicolette laughed. “It’s true. I have a room available after my last roommate got married and ditched me. It’s a two-bedroom house with two bathrooms. I’m barely home, so it’s really kind of a house-sitting slash roommate situation.”

Now she had your interest.

“She’s a stage actress,” Scott said dramatically which causes Nicolette to roll her eyes. “She does a lot of traveling shows.”

“If you have time tomorrow, you can stop by and check it out,” she offered.

“Yeah. That would actually be great,” you replied.

The two of you exchanged numbers and Scott pulled you away shortly after, bringing you back to your boyfriend. “I got you girl!”

At midnight, Chris held you close with his chest pressed against your back and arms around your front. Benji stood on top of his pool table, large oversized wall clock in his hand calling out the last few seconds of 2020. Just as he shouted happy new year, Chris spun you around and kissed you, deep and slow. It went on for quite awhile as Scott eventually had the pull both of you apart.

The night was a blur from that moment on. You got dragged into a game of beer pong which later turned into four games of beer pong despite your objections of not being a great player. Scott and Chris passed you back and forth as their partner. The end result was always the same, you having to drink several of the cups with floating Ping-Pong balls inside.

The car service is called by someone, you’re just not quite sure who. All you remember is being pushed into the car and then out of it. Chris and you make it inside but don’t get further than his couch where you promptly push him onto it and straddle his thighs. The 2021 version of you is apparently very horny as you take control of the early morning hours of January first. The button of his jeans is popped open with the zipper quickly pulled down while your gold dress is pushed up over your ass. He’s all consuming and very eager for you to take control.

Chris kisses you like it’s the last time from the short-term parking ramp a couple of days later. Tears flow easily from your eyes as you say your goodbyes. He leaves for Atlanta tomorrow for stage shoots then on to Costa Rica. There are no planned visits between you as per his manager and assistant, there just isn’t time. He’s not set to be back state side until March. It’ll be a long three months that just happens to coincide with big changes for you.

Chris wipes your tears away with one hand while the other cradles your faces.

“Don’t cry sweetheart,” he murmurs, bringing his lips to yours in a short soft kiss.

“Why? Cause it makes your cry?” you asked, nose already stuffy from your tears.

He chuckles and blinks away his tears.

“No,” he said softly, licking his lips. “Cause I love you.”

Chris loves you. Chris loves you. You’ve felt it. You’ve been saying it in your head since Thanksgiving, but haven’t been able to say the words out loud. With your gloved hands, you pull his face to yours and kiss him. Pulling back, you rip off your gloves and drop them to the cold cement ground before grabbing his cheeks once more. The kiss is hungry and needy. You’re both out of breath when you part.

“I love you too. God, do I love you.”

Chris smiled softly, giving your nose a kiss. “I’m going to call you every day.”

“Babe…” you sigh out. “We both know that may not happen. You’re going to have days where your exhausted or have late shoots. Just-Just call me when you can. It’s going to be hard and it’s probably going to kill me, but when you’re back, we’ll be in the same state,” you smiled. “We’re only like forty minutes away from each other rather than a three hour plane ride.”

“We’ll make it work. I love you so much,” he said, kissing you again. “Call me when you land.”

You nodded, kissed him once more then walked to the terminal.

Carly was calling you for the second time that day. Her first message was asking about getting together for lunch. You weren’t trying to avoid her, but you had been starring at the same blank page for three hours. The deadline for your story on a protest that took place over college campuses across the US this morning needed to be submitted within the next two hours. Your head wasn’t in the game, so despite Carly calling twice, and Scott once, you were tempted to put your phone on silent. Chris had been MIA for two days now. He had kept to his promise of calling you daily over the last three months, even if it were just ten minutes to check in. You were trying to not let it bother you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his voice. Production was delayed by two weeks keeping him in Costa Rica longer than expected. You’d been in Boston since the end of January and it was now the first week of April.

You shot Carly a text telling her that you were busy with work.

Y/N: Lunch tomorrow?

Carly: Of course. Good luck!

Nicolette was on the road working on a production of Aladdin, so you had the house to yourself. They were set to perform in Boston in May and she had promised you tickets. A perk of knowing one of the stars of the show. She was rarely home so it really was like living on your own with someone else’s furniture. You had donated or sold everything except for your bedroom set since you didn’t want to pay for storage and you weren’t entirely sure how long you’d be living with Nicolette. When you eventually moved out on your own, you’d have to start new, but that wasn’t anything to worry about now.

An hour later you were almost done with the article after turning on your “get shit done” playlist as you so perfectly named it. After proofreading it for the third time and two key strokes away from submitting it to your editor, there was a knock on your door. Despite living in the city for more than two months, you didn’t know anyone outside of the Evans family plus a few friends you’ve met through Scott and Shanna, but they generally didn’t show up unannounced. You chose to ignore it, assuming it was someone selling something or another for the scouts or a representative from a church wanting to spread the word of God. But the knocking wouldn’t stop. It was persistent and loud. You almost dove under your desk to hide, despite the shades in your room being drawn. After what felt like five straight minutes of knocking, you left the safe comforts of your room and walked to the front door. The sooner you answered, the sooner they would go away and you could take that nap after submitting the article.

Lifting a corner of the curtain on the living room curtain as inconspicuously as possible to see who it was, you audibly squealed and ran to the door. Throwing it open you screamed again much to Chris’ amusement.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“Hello to you too sweetheart,” he chuckled, throwing his arms around you and pulling you close. Neither of you are saying anything, just enjoying holding each other. You snuggle your nose in the crock of his neck, breathing in everything that is Chris. One hand traveled up the back of his neck to his hair. The strands are longer and you can’t wait to play with them later.

“Missed you,” you murmur into his neck.

“Missed you so much, Y/N,” he replied, kissing your temple. “Can I come in?” he said with a soft smile.

“Oh my gosh, of course,” you can’t help but giggle out.

The next fifty minutes are spent christening your bed more than once, even though the two of you have had sex on your bed before. To Chris’ point, this is the first time he’s “banged” you on your bed in Massachusetts. His words, not yours.

With your face pressed against his chest, your fingers draw shapes through the hairs on his stomach. “I like the longer hair. It’s kind of sexy in a nineteen eighties kind of way.” Chris hums. “Maybe you should keep it.” You lift your head up to catch his expression. He’s smirking but shakes his head. “I’m serious. It’s kind of like how you had it in Red Sea Diving Resort. The ladies really dig it.”

His hand that was rubbing your back starts to dig into your sides until you can barely breathe as you’re laughing so hard. “The only” *tickle “lady” tickle* “that I’m” *tickle “trying to” tickle* “impress” tickle* “is you!”

“Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!” you shout until he finally ends his attack.

Chris pulls you back close and kisses your lips. “I never want to go that long without seeing you again.”

“I agree. I’ll live in your rental car on location if I have to.” He kisses your temple in reply. “M’happy you’re here, but I wasn’t expecting you for another week.”

“We pushed through. Long hours to finish up, but it was worth it. I love you so much sweetheart.”

You sit up until your seated on your bottom. Raking your fingers through his hair, you look him in his eyes. “I love you too. I’m so happy you’re home and I can’t believe we are living in the same state.”

“Same city practically.”

You nod in agreement, pushing a strand that has fallen over his forehead back. “I’m also glad Nicolette’s out of town.” Chris chuckles and closes his eyes. “You tired baby?”

“Yeah, had an early flight and then a long layover. Mind if I nap?”

“Course not. I’ve actually…Oh shit! I have an article I haven’t sent in yet!” You jump out of the bed, looking for something to throw on. You pick up Chris’ undershirt and slip it over your head. You hop back in the bed and give him a kiss before returning to your desk a few feet away and hit send. “I forgot to hit send before I answered the door.” You swivel in the chair to face him, point your finger at him. “You sir, are a distraction.”

“A damn good one,” he said so casually. Chris pats the empty spot on the bed. “Come nap with me.”

“Can’t refuse you.”

Spring turns into summer in no time at all. Chris spends more time in Boston than he does in Los Angeles. He told you that from the beginning, but with how much he works, you didn’t expect him to be home as much as he has been. When he is gone, it’s only for a few days. Despite having a roommate that is never home, most of your nights are spent at Chris’ places.

“Dodger misses you. He likes when you sleep in bed with us.”

“Oh, so it’s Dodger that misses me. Not you Mr. Evans?”

“Nope. It’s all Dodger. I just can’t take the whining. Promised I’d call you.”

“You’re such a brat,” you groan.

“You love me. Plus, my bed is bigger. It’s too much of a squeeze if I bring Dodger to yours. Cah’mon,” he groaned. “You know you want to.”

“Fine. Fine. I’m only coming over for Dodger though.”

When you arrive at Chris’ place and let yourself in because he insisted you have a key, you see the lights are dimmed and candles are lit throughout the living room.

“Babe?” you called out. Passing through the living room and into the kitchen. You see a couple of pans on the stove simmering away, but no Chris. You walk up the stairs towards the bedroom, pushing open the door. “Babe?” you called out again.

Chris is standing in front of the bed while Dodger lays on it. More lit candles are scattered on the dresser and night stands.

“Hi Beautiful,” he said, stepping forward and grasping your hands.

“What’s all this?” you asked.

“Happy anniversary.”

“It’s our anniversary?” you asked, head titled to the side.

“To me it is.” He took a big breath and smiled. “Now, I know we had a rough start, but on this day, one year ago, I knew I was head over heels for you. Technically, I’d say our anniversary was back in May. That’s when we started talking a lot more and of course that’s the month we first kissed. But it was July when I knew I could never go back to being just friends. It was July when I knew that I needed to hear your voice every day. It was on this day in July that I knew we were going to be something special.” Your breath was stolen from your lungs as cliché as that sounds. “I love you baby.”

Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, a few landing on your lips as you couldn’t contain the sappy grin on your face. You grabbed his face with both hands, smooshing his cheeks. “I love you, you crazy, wonderful man. Happy anniversary.”

Compromises were made as Chris dragged you to Red Sox games in the early fall and then to Patriot games in the early winter. You were forever a Twins and Vikings fan, even though they broke your heart every year. You played nice, accepting the jerseys he gifted you for both teams. The two of you flew to Minnesota to meet your family in late September. Heath and Chris attended a Twins game together as a truce in the new found friendship they were working on. They weren’t best friends, but you hoped they would grow closer. When the Vikings played on Sundays, Chris watched with you so long as it didn’t cut into his Pats’ games, but he refused to wear a Vikings jersey. The funny thing was, you rarely watched football or baseball, but found yourself getting really into it the more you played along with the non-existent rivalry.

In October you flew to Florida to cover Magic Kingdom’s fiftieth anniversary. Chris was off on a press tour on the other side of the country. You extended your stay since Chris wouldn’t be back for another week, opting to stay with Jana and Brooks rather than a hotel. The biggest surprise was Jana’s small baby bump.

“I’m going to be Auntie Y/N?” you asked, tears in your eyes.

“You bet your ass you are,” she said, tears in her eyes as well. “Way to make a pregnant woman cry.”

You pulled her into a hug. “Shush. And you should clean up that mouth before the baby gets here,” you snorted.

By the time you got back to Massachusetts, you had a week and a half reprieve before you were flying back into Orlando with the majority of the Evans crew for their annual Disney vacation. Lisa had invited you herself before Chris even got around to asking you. He later said he wasn’t going to ask because you had no choice in the matter.

“I can’t believe I’m going back as an actual tourist,” you whined to him on the plane.

“You were just there!”

“That was for work. Doesn’t count. I don’t even have my annual pass anymore. What is this bizarro world?”

“So dramatic. Should really be an actress,” he said, nudging you with his elbow.

The trip was great despite the long days in the park. It was a treat to have a Disney Cast Member leading your group around for most of the trip. It sure cut back on the time you usually stood in line.

The downside of the trip were the pictures that were posted online of you and Chris. The two of you did your best not to touch when out in public places, but you both found that hard. Chris would often place his hand on your back leading you from one spot to another. Even though you often sat with Scott or Carly on several of the rides, the ones where you sat with Chris were the ones that were posted. It didn’t take fans long to recognize that you were the same girl pictured with him two years before. Taking Chris’ advise, you didn’t read the comments online and avoided Twitter like the plague. Chris said you both needed to go on like you had been. If you both kept your relationship private, people would eventually lose interest. And they did for the most part.

Christmas was spent in Boston with the Evans family. You bargained with your mother for the week after Christmas and she agreed much to your surprise.

Despite Lisa’s insistence that you and Chris spend the night at her house Christmas Eve, Chris wasn’t having it. He wanted to go home after gift opening and spend it with just the two of you.

You barely made it in the door before Chris was wrapping you in his arms.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked with a laugh.

He kissed your cheek. His warm breath tickled your nose, causing you to hunch, lowering your head and burying it in his chest.

“Move in with me.”

Huh?

He said is so casually as if he’s asking if you want a glass of water.

You pull your face away from his body and hold him at arm’s length. “You wanna say that again?”

“Move in with me. I want you to live here. I can’t handle Dodger askin’ every day.”

“Oh! So, it’s Dodger,” you said, poking his chest. Upon hearing his name, Dodger got up from the couch and came to stand next to you, his butt bumping against your leg. “I’m sorry Bubba, but I can’t move in. It seems that only one of the Evans boys that live here want me to move in. I need a unanimous vote.”

“Cah’mon. Don’t break his heart like that. He said you give the best belly rubs and frankly I can’t compete,” Chris said crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know,” you said, finger tapping against your chin in thought.

“Fine…” Chris dramatically sighed out, rolling his eyes. “You have my vote too. Move in with us.”

You bend down to give Dodger a belly rub, avoiding Chris’ eyes. “Nah.”

“What?!” Chris shouts causing Dodger to get back on his feet and you to fall on your ass. You erupt in giggles. Dodger walks circles around you, tail wagging excitedly.

“You turnin’ me down? Is that’s what’s happenin’ sweetheart?” He drops to his knees in front of you, resting on his hunches. The laughs die out on your breath and you slowly start to breathe normally again.

“Ask me again,” you whispered.

One hand rested on his thigh, while the other runs through your hair taming the pieces that have fallen in your eyes. “Will you move in with me?”

You nod your head slowly. “Yes,” you answer simply enough.

“Yes?” he asked, big smile slowly forming on his face.

“Yes,” you repeat. You let out a big huff of air. “Now, take me to our bedroom.”

Before you’re even fully awake, your phone is buzzing like crazy Christmas morning. Reaching blindly to the night stand since Chris has extreme blackout curtains on the windows, you couldn’t see your phone if you tried. Technically, they were your curtains now.

Scott: It’s already been 9 hours and you haven’t called me about you livin’ in sin with my brother

Scott: Get dressed and come to breakfast at Ma’s

Scott: That’s an order

Chris had one arm resting over his eyes with the blanket pushed down to his waist. You turned to face him, kissing his bare chest until he starts to stir.

“How does Scott know I’m moving in?” you asked with a coyness in your voice.

Chris chuckles. His mouth full of sleep and his arm still resting over his eyes. “I sorta texted him when you were changing for bed.”

“You’re a brat. He texted me at seven this morning bitching that I didn’t tell him yet.”

“Sorry,” Chris said, removing his arm from his head and turning to his side to look at you.

“No, you’re not,” you scoffed.

He chuckled again, pulling you into his chest. “No, I’m not.

“Hey babe,” you shouted through the open door.

One of the guest bedrooms was turned into your office a month ago and you were still decorating slowly but surely. Chris wasn’t allowing you to pay rent which ensued into a big argument. He ultimately caved some with you paying for the lawn care as well as Dodger’s food. It was still no where near the price of rent you were paying at Nicolette’s, but you would take what you could get for now. You often did all the grocery shopping when Chris wasn’t home so he couldn’t object to you paying. With extra funds in hand, what wasn’t going into the bank you splurged on nice office furniture and some vintage Minnesota Twins pennants to hang on the wall.

“Yes, my love?” Chris said, standing in the doorway.

“Can you help me hang these?” You lifted two of the pennants, one in each hand and gave him a cheesy smile. “Please.”

“You’re killing me babe. You know how bad this makes me look? The Twins?” he scoffed.

“It’s my office. We can keep the door closed when we have company. You’ll live.”

He gave you a wet kiss on your forehead, grabbing one of the pennants from your hand. With your hand free, you wiped at your forehead and stuck your tongue out at him.

Scott had kept you busy all day with what he dubbed “Best Friend’s Day”.

It started with brunch, then on to shopping where you spent entirely too much on wool peacoat. You both got a hot stone massage followed by hot donuts from a shop you frequented before he dropped you back at your place.

“Tell Chris he owes me,” Scott said just as you shut the passenger door.

“He owes you?” you questioned. But it fell on deaf ears as Scott waved and drove away. “Why are my friends so weird?”

Unlocking the door, you stepped inside calling out to Chris.

“In here babe!” he shouted back.

Making your way to the office where you were certain you heard his voice, you saw that the door was partially closed.

That’s weird.

“Are you in my office?” you questioned just outside the door.

“Yes, now get your butt in here.”

Pushing the door open, you see Chris sitting on one of the two brown leather club chairs you had situated on the other side of your desk. On the wall above his head is a huge Red Sox logo that has to be at least three feet across. On the wall next to the window is a framed signed Tom Brady jersey.

“Welcome home sweetheart. I added some more décor to your office. Do you like it?” He’s got a huge grin on his face with his eyebrows raised.

“You are something else,” you said, shaking your head as you walk across the room taking a seat at your desk.

Chris gets up from the chair and strolls over to your desk taking a seat on it and facing you. “Something good?”

“Hmm. Not so sure about that babe. Is this what Scott owes you for? Was Best Friend’s Day a ploy to get me out of the house?”

He scratches the top of his head. “M’fraid I don’t know what you’re taklin’ about.”

“I’m sure you don’t.” You sit up slightly and grab on to the neck hole of his t-shirt, pulling him to you. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He kisses your lips and pulls back to look you in the eyes, despite your hand still firmly holding his shirt.

“I love you,” he said softly. He kissed your nose then each of your cheeks.

“I know,” you replied, letting go of his shirt and opening up your laptop.

“Did you-did you just Han Solo me?” he chuckled.

You looked up from the screen, a small smile playing on your lips. “You bet your sweet ass I did.”

“You’re gonna get it. You are so gonna get it,” he threatened. You shut the laptop and pushed back on your chair. “You better run!”

You were out of your seat as fast as you could, squeals of laughter spilling from your lips as Chris chased you through the first floor and up the stairs. “I love you!” you screamed between laughs. “I love you!”

“Damn right,” he said tackling you onto the bed you shared.

The End

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ancientechos · 4 years ago

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Summer Days

For @windup-dragoon, based on a bunch of random discord convos!

Hien/Kirishimi + Emet-Selch/Arianna ♡ 2192 words ♡ some kinda modern au

The scent of the sea is fresh and crisp, circling in Hien’s lungs as he takes in a deep breath. It’s warm, and sunny, and vibrant: a perfect day to visit the beach. Perhaps take to the surf, enjoy the waves...

Unfortunately (or not?), two of his trio of companions have a quite different idea of what “fun at the beach” looks like.

“C’mon, Hien! The day’s not gettin’ any younger!” Kiri waves a hand in front of his face impatiently, shouldering her bright yellow surfboard and gesturing toward the sea. “We’re gonna surf, yeah?” She follows his gaze toward the small construction of umbrellas and towels they’d left and gives a small laugh. “Just leave ‘em, they said they’re fine.”

Emet, lounging on his towel, notices them staring, and gives a hand movement he’d like to assume is a wave but is really more likely to be a shooing motion. The smaller figure a little ways away from him, meanwhile, has most of her face obscured by the hat upon her head and the book held up to her nose.

“Besides, Emet’ll probably break his bones if he tries goin’ surfing.”

Hien can’t help but snort at the woman’s exaggeration.

“And Ari, well -- she’s not really too fond of this sorta stuff.”

It still feels a little off to simply leave their companions -- though really he wouldn’t mind Emet not being here at all, he feels just a smidge bad for Arianna. Whilst he cannot pretend to know the quiet, dark-haired woman very well, he at the very least knows of her through Kirishimi, and at best doesn’t want to seem rude...

But Kiri does know her, so he supposes he should take his chances and simply relax. They had all come here to have fun, after all. Even if their definition of such was not exactly the same.

That was still fine.

Exhaling softly, Hien drums his fingers along his own surfboard, a bright lime green colour.

“You’re right! Let’s enjoy ourselves -- ” No sooner has he finished speaking than Kirishimi has already launched herself across the sand, giving a loud cheer of victory.

“Well? What are ya waitin’ for, slowpoke?!” She turns to regard him, one hand on her hip, pale hair framed by the sun. But what does Hien Rijin in is the enormous, joyful grin that spreads across her face.

Rivalling even the gleaming star behind her, the happiness is enough to spear him straight through the heart. He remembers precisely why he’s fallen for her.

He has just never seen anyone more beautiful and genuine in his life.

“Sorry, sorry.” He lifts a hand in mock surrender. “I won’t keep you waiting.”

The sand grows damp beneath his feet, gets between his toes and he merely kicks them beneath the gentle laps of water. His girlfriend is already nearly knee-deep in salt and fighting to get ever further past the waves, to finally use her board.

“I bet I’ll catch a bigger wave than you,” the woman taunts with a sharp quirk of her lips, glancing back at him over her shoulder with one blue eye. Her black two-piece is already soaked by the water, some droplets courtesy of the children playing in the shallower waters.

“We’ll see about that,” Hien replies, with a tiny smirk of his own. If there’s anything his love can bring about him, it’s his competitive flair.

It doesn’t take them long to find a decent wave; the water here is good for surf, the wind bustling their hair and Hien’s swim shorts as they struggle to find their balance. A swell of water takes Kirishimi away from him -- brings her back just as quickly as he surfaces at the top of the wave and he sees her, arms outstretched, braid streaming out behind her.

He can’t see her face from this angle, but he’s certain that if he could, he’d see that bright, free smile again. Sure enough, she gives a delighted whoop as another wave curls above her, and she tumbles below the surf.

Hien can still hear her laughing and chuckling, but his stomach drops out from underneath him anyway as he sails downward, thoroughly soaked now as he falls into the water. He surfaces with a gasp, grasping for his board before it can bob away from him entirely.

“Wasn’t that fun?!” Kirishimi yells at him excitedly a few feet away. Her laughter fills the air as another wave picks her up, sways her. “Let’s do that again!”

By the time they return to the beach, they’re thoroughly soaked. Hien’s hair is nearly coming undone from its ponytail, and Kiri has long ago lost her braid to the depths.

Emet and Arianna have for the most part not moved, the woman still curled up in her pale sundress. Through the shadows, it’s clear she’s wearing a swimsuit beneath, though she seems to have no inclination to actually put it to use. And the other, well...

He’s not entirely sure, but Hien thinks Emet’s eyes are closed beneath those dark sunglasses he’s wearing.

Kirishimi makes her way onto the towel nearest Emet, sighing loudly. They’ve both propped up their boards nearby to allow them to dry in the sun, doubting they’ll return to the sea for today.

“Man, that was tirin’,” Kiri proclaims, bunching up her hair. “We’re all soaked.” With this she squeezes -- allowing a series of water droplets to spray upon Emet as he reclines beneath the shade.

With a jerk and a stifled sound of annoyance, he pushes his sunglasses off; though Hien can cover his mouth with his hand as he turns away, he can’t quite stop his shoulders from shaking in mirth. Arianna shuts her book silently and eyes them both from beneath her hat somewhat warily; once it becomes clear neither Hien nor Kiri have any intention of spraying her, she relaxes somewhat.

“Couldn’t you have picked somewhere with less noisy brats running amok?” the older man hisses, narrowing golden eyes at Kirishimi in a way that implies he’s not simply talking about the little urchins clambering about the sand.

“Ahahah, sorry.” Not really. If anything, Hien finds seeing his former rival irritated like this amusing. “This just seemed the closest to all our residences...”

Not telling him that he and Kiri are actually, currently, “renting” one of the beach houses here.

…Which is actually owned by the Rijin family, though Kirishimi doesn’t know this, either. It’s fine for her to think it’s just temporary. For now.

Mentally patting himself on the back for being able to keep his composure, Hien finally turns back to his companions.

“Besides, we came here for a bit of fun, right? Stretch our legs a little, maybe let’s walk around -- I hear there’s a sand castle competition further up the beach. It might be nice to take a peek.”

Thus that’s how the four of them end up shuffling down the shoreline, toward the mass of sand and small crowd of people they can see milling about. The sun beating down on their sculptures allows them to harden and set, preserving them for at least until the moment they’re destroyed.

Most of them are quite impressive -- not all of them are grand castles and mansions. Some are cats, dogs, sphinxes, even dragons. It’s hard to believe they could simply be made of sand...

Beside the rows upon rows of majestic and interesting sculptures they’ve just walked through are a few children making their own play at sandcastles, though for the most part they amount to merely mounds of dirt.

“I bet ya couldn’t make anythin�� better than that, Mr. Architect.”

One of Emet’s brows twitches as he pauses mid-step to glare down at the highlander.

“Excuse me...?” His gaze flicks from the cheeky-looking woman to the sorry pile of sand currently being kicked about by a gleeful young boy.

“Ya heard me! I bet ya can’t make anything as cool as what we just saw,”

Privately, she mumbles under her breath that it hadn’t even really looked like sand anyway. Far too realistic...

The man scoffs, rolling his eyes.

“And why on earth do you think I care what you think?”

Once it becomes clear her attempt at challenging him isn’t working, the woman kicks it up a notch.

“Whoever builds a worse one’s gotta pay the tab at dinner later -- how about that?”

The expression on Emet’s face transforms from derision to vague amusement; he gives a shrug and filches a bucket and small plastic tools from one of the pairs of children puttering in the sand.

What seems like hours later to Hien but realistically can’t be, and his rival has already amassed a miniature crowd of his own, much to the discomfort of his date. Whilst Kirishimi and his sculpture is -- reminiscent of a castle, certainly, with no shortcuts taken for details...it’s lopsided and amateur, whereas Emet’s is most certainly...not.

The proudly tall, spiralling castle, decorated with small stones and other gathered trinkets, could well rival one of those built in the competition. Hien can hardly believe the thing the older man’s managed to create in such a span of time. Were it not made of sand, he’s sure it would gleam beneath the sun.

“Well,” Hien says with a nervous laugh as they push through the small row of onlookers, “I do believe you’ve lost your bet, Kiri.”

“Why didn’t ya tell me yer some kinda sand castle champion, Emet?! That’s cheatin’!”

“Mmm? Oh, I’m nothing of the sort.” The man’s tone simply drips with arrogance as he discards his final tool into the sand. “I’ve never built one before, and that was easy.” His smirk doesn’t fade as he grasps Arianna by one of her thin wrists, pulling her closer to him and out of the crowd. Hien pretends not to see the way his normally blade-sharp gaze softens as he presses a hand to her dark hair.

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They’d all gotten time to change and get ready before heading out to the fancy restaurant. Halfway there, Hien can see Kirishimi beginning to brood about her supposed having to pick up the tab, and tries to reassure her.

“Listen, how about I pay instead? Anyway, it’ll be fine.”

“Huh? You pay? Nah -- it was my bet, Hien. And anyway, I’m not worried.”

Certainly not, that’s why the sun has left her gaze.

They all meet in the parking lot, Emet looking utterly bored whilst Arianna holds her cellphone in her hand. While she still doesn’t speak around him, Hien would at least like to think she seems a little less nervous in his presence than before.

Before they can set foot into the restaurant, Emet abruptly raises both arms, coming to a halt approximately a foot from the doors. The others stop in confusion.

“Do wait a moment.” The smirk is, once again, disturbingly palpable in his tone even without looking at his face. “I need to open the door.”

Comprehension seems to dawn on Arianna, as she rapidly begins to tap at her phone screen; if Hien strains his ears, he thinks he can hear Emet’s phone vibrating in his pocket, though the other man seems to have zero inclination in looking at it. In a last ditch effort to wheedle the man’s attention, Arianna grabs at the sleeves of his coat --

“Open sesame.”

-- just as he says this and takes a step forward.

The automatic doors, of course, open. He gives a ridiculous half-bow that has Arianna, for once, reeling away from him even after he attempts to coax her back. She merely gives a stiff shake of the head, hiding her expression.

“Yeah? Of course it opened?” Kirishimi says aloud, seeming irritated herself.

“You’re very welcome.”

Though he doesn’t bother to explain, Hien has the suspicion that display had not really been for them.

Things are mostly quiet once they find their reserved seating, thumbing through overpriced menus. Hien can feel Kiri deflate slightly beside him, doing mental mathematics or perhaps concerned about her dress in comparison to the other patrons.

But the food is delicious; not even Emet’s subtle attempts to antagonise him can possibly ruin Hien’s mood. He can only be thankful that Kirishimi doesn’t seem to notice, too preoccupied by her meal. He even manages to trade numbers with Arianna, letting her speak to him as opposed to through Emet or Kiri.

And when the check arrives, Emet swipes it with an annoyed exhale before either he or Kirishimi can move.

“Perhaps next time, eh? I did choose the restaurant this time, after all...”

Hien isn’t sure there will be a next time, but nods graciously regardless. Despite his presence, after all, he did quite enjoy his day with Kiri. And perhaps he even has a new place to take her, where they might enjoy dinner together, without his jabs.

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winchester90210 · 5 years ago

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. 1x20: Spring Training.

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Read the previous chapter here!

Chapter Summary: Alongside Brandon, you take a dive into the world of little league.

Word count: 2,000

Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of violence. Also... I know nothing about baseball.

A/N: Hi everyone! Hope you enjoy this week’s episode! Took an extra week off to focus on my mental health and am feeling much better with everything now. I hope you guys are as excited as the next chapter as I am! It’s almost time for the spring dance :)

My work is to not be reposted/republished, and/or edited without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging is great and encouraged!!)

Feedback is very appreciated and encouraged!! :)

"With my dad laid up, we need all the help we can get. We’re practicing today if either of you want to join in on the festivities," Brandon persuades the two of you as you round the corner of the Peach Pit to sit at your usual booth. The familiar scent of pie crust and burgers fills the air, instantly putting your soul at ease.

"Thanks… but no thanks, slim," Dylan rejects him, sliding into the seat opposite of you while Brandon follows suit.

"Dylan, I thought you were a total baseball freak!" You tell him.

"I am, but listening to these parents berate their kids from the sidelines all day long," he shakes his head, cringing, "Brings back a whole slew of bad memories."

"But it shouldn't be about the parents!" Brandon protests, "It should be about being on a team, learning fundamentals, having a good time!"

"That's very noble, Brandon. But when I was playing? It was about winning at any cost necessary.” Dylan argues. Brandon sighs in defeat, looking to you.

"What about you, Y/N/N?"

"Not a chance,” you laugh.

"What? Why not?"

"Brandon… me and 20 kids, in an extremely competitive state? Did you learn nothing from the summer of '85?" You jest. Brandon chuckles at your extreme rejection, sliding a laminated menu your way.

"Wait… what happened in '85?" Dylan's eyes flicker cluelessly between the two of you, awaiting an explanation.

"Look, it was no big deal. Things got a little heated during one of Eric's little league games," you shrug dismissively, flipping through the Peach Pit's menu as if you didn't get the same thing every time.

"She beat up a nine-year-old,” Brandon quips.

“I didn’t beat up a—“ you pause, taking in a breath. “To put it simply I… put a kid back in his rightful place. He was picking on my brother, nothing happened that he didn't deserve."

“What’d you do, tackle him out on the field?” Dylan lifts his eyebrows, amused smile on his face.

“No, of course not!” You duck your head back into your menu, mumbling, “I went out there and hit him in the groin with his bat.”

The kids run out into the field, taking their positions with their needed equipment in hand. You lean back onto the warm metal fence, slipping a pair of sunglasses over your eyes to get a better look at Nat’s team. Without the glaring sun in your eyes.

“This is pathetic!” A young boy, adorned in a bright yellow Dukes uniform comes hurdling out from behind the fence to join Brandon and Steve. “They’re not even wearing uniforms!”

“So what?” Brandon shrugs, voice hardened, “It’s a practice game.” Steve leans into Brandon to whisper something to him, but since he lacks the levels of common decency that most people acquire by the age of five, he talks loud enough for the whole team to hear.

“They don’t look so good, Brandon.”

“It’s okay. They came to play, that’s the important thing.” Man… sometimes Brandon felt too good to be true. You’re convinced there has to be a catch at this point. Gorgeous, smart, great with kids. What’s next? He opens up an animal sanctuary for underprivileged strays? Buys a soup kitchen? “Listen up, you guys. The way you treat your competition is a direct comment on how you play the game. Good sportsmanship counts big time with me and my old man…” as he continues to ramble on, your thoughts begin to shift elsewhere. Like how good he looks. It’s purely criminal for anyone to look so hot in yellow. It’s an inherently unattractive color. Yet, there he is—coaching children in the blazing heat, instilling them with good sportsmanship, and all you want to do is to get him to yourself. That bastard. You shake it off, chalking it up to teenage hormones, and try to focus on the game.

“Hey doofus! You really eat toads!” The same kid whining about uniforms earlier is now directing all of his pent up privilege and ten-year-old angst towards the poor, sweet, small child from Nat's team, the Pitts, further solidifying your desire to never procreate.

“You’ll throw it better next time, Manny!” Nat encourages the little boy wholeheartedly, clapping for him as loudly as he can.

“Hey Corey! Throw it to the doofus, he’s a real toad!” Does this kid only know two insults? The smaller brunette, the less athletically gifted child hangs his head, kicking sand around the base plate in frustration. Brandon takes note of it, immediately bounding out into the middle of the game.

“Time out! Crawford, get in the game for Noah!” His voice is stern, and as he approaches the boy he’s in total coach mode. It’s kinda hot... Well, it’s not your fault baseball’s boring. Gotta keep yourself entertained somehow.

Steve stops Randy Crawford from going out from the fence with the back of his hand, and going after Brandon himself, sand slipping from under his shoes. You can’t hear what they're saying but you know it’s not the happiest conversation. Knowing them, you know exactly how this is playing out. You don’t even need to hear them. You can see Steve furrow his brows from the sidelines, and Brandon’s gesticulating with his hands wildly as they talk but can’t make out any words that are flying from their mouths. Brandon, the moral center of Los Angeles wants Noah out for being a little jerk. Steve, being Steve, would probably rather keep the better player in than save the self esteem of a little boy before it’s too late and it no longer exists. It’s not long until Brandon pats Steve hard on the shoulder, storming off the field in a blur of sand and sweat.

Well, that’s your cue to leave, isn't it? You go to follow Brandon out, but Steve stops you short.

“That boyfriend of yours is a total Boy Scout,” he spits.

“Well, someone’s gotta be," You scoff, eyes rolling, ”They’re just kids, Steve! This isn’t Major League Baseball. There’s no trophy, there’s no prize. There’s absolutely nothing at stake here. What they need to be doing is having fun, and while that snot-nosed little jerk is out there on the field, they’re all gonna be miserable.”

You flop down onto Dylan's couch, feet up on the armrest as he grabs a soda from the fridge and parks himself on the ottoman beside you. You exhale, eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"Rough day out with the little leaguers?"

"Rough day out with Steve," you snort. “I’m so used to being around Brandon I forget that people like Steve Sanders even exist.”

“Come on, Steve isn't that bad."

"Dylan, you're talking about the guy that got carjacked by a girl he was trying to hook up with, and still bailed her out of jail--despite the fact she robbed him justminutes before--in the hopes of getting laid, only for her to steal his wallet." Dylan's face screws in a mix of amusement and total disbelief.

"Okay, so he's that bad," Dylan laughs. "Sorry to break it to you, Y/N/N, but not everyone is a part of the illustrious Walsh family."

"Not everyone can be," you tease. He gently tosses you a throw pillow from the chair across the room, and you use it to prop up your head. "It’s a tragedy.”

“See, what did I tell you? Isn’t he sweet? Isn’t he great?” Brenda watches as you comb through the stray dog’s long gray fur. He really is cute… wet black nose, shaggy gray hair, big puppy dog eyes. But you can’t keep him. “I think he likes you!”

“Bren, as much as I’d love to take this puppy home, my parents would kill me!"

“Just take him for a trial run, and if you like him, keep him!”

“Bren—“

“Please?”

“Bren—“

“Come on!” She pleads.

“Fine! Okay, okay. I’ll see if we can take him in tomorrow night,” you concede, giving the dog one last pat on the head. Brenda squeals happily, a grin on her face as she wraps her arms around you.

“He’s great! You’ll love him!”

"Fine. See you later... Wally."

The four of you watch silently, perched up at the counter of the Peach Pit as Nat's baseball team chows down on slices of pepperoni pizza. We've got Nat to your far left, wondering how the hell they're going to survive against the team from Beverly Hills, then we've got Dylan to your left debating on whether to finally help Nat and shack up with the struggling team, Brandon to your right who hasn't lifted his hand from your upper thigh this whole time which is seriously distracting, and you, wondering how such little boys could devour so much pizza in so little time.

"You know the improvement from one week to the next is remarkable." You mumble.

"Oh yeah… the kids are showing a lot of promise." Brandon nods absentmindedly, bringing his cup to his lips.

"But…" Dylan begins, "you still need a pitcher that can put the ball over the plate."

"Yeah," Nat sighs, "but win or lose, the most important thing is how good the kids feel about themselves." He's trying to convince you, but the more he talks the more you know he's trying to convince himself.

"Absolutely." You agree.

"Totally." Brandon nods.

"Yeah, I mean, in the long run that's all that counts," Dylan shrugs, his voice coated with scepticism.

"Absolutely." Brandon concurs.

"Totally…” You say. “Y’know, I was talking to Andrea about this and she knows a pretty great player from the valley."

They all turn their heads, slowly, with Nat glancing from you to the phone. You roll your eyes at the boys, making your way over to the payphone. The group watches with bated breath behind you as you slip in the quarters and dial her number, waiting for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Andrea, hi! Listen, uh, do you remember the other day? You told me you knew some kid in the valley who was a major blue-chip little leaguer?"

"Oh, yeah! Avery?"

"Yeah… Avery." You twist your head back, giving them a smile and a thumbs up.

"What's Dylan doing? Bringing in a ringer?" Steve scoffs, twisting the metal bat in his hand as he cleans it. You exchange knowing smirks with Brandon as Dylan helps Avery get ready on the sidelines. She takes off her ball cap, releasing the foot of long brunette pony-tailed hair. Gasps are heard from center field, seemingly originating from Noah. Shocker.

"Oh my god! Dude, it's a girl!" He laughs out, adjusting his cap against the wind.

"Poor Dylan, he's really scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?" Oh, if only you and that misogynistic head of yours knew, Steve-O. And surprise, surprise—Every pitch she's involved in ends up in a home run for the Pitts.

And little by little, much to your joy, Steve is getting progressively more aggravated— tapping feet, flaring nostrils, bugged-out eyes. You’re beginning to like baseball.

Eventually you make your way over to Brenda, off by the sidelines. You watch as they send Davey from the Dukes out, and Manny, the small, athletically challenged boy from the Pitts, isn’t far behind. Brandon perks up, calling a timeout to give what you can only assume is another one of his infamous Brandon talks to his team. After a moment the team breaks up, moving into their correct positions and as Manny chokes up on his bat ready to pitch. You cringe, hiding your face in your hand.

But it's nothing short of a miracle as Davey throws the ball. It makes contact with Manny's bat, soaring across the field as he jets off across the bases. The catcher from the Dukes runs for the ball, tripping over his own foot and skidding across the grass. The whole team erupts into ecstatic cheers, rushing out and lifting Manny onto their shoulders. You know that Davey blew the pitch for him, you’ve seen him pitch a hundred times. But seeing the joy on that little boy's face, you knew that it didn't matter.

"Poor kid," Brenda sighs, looking out to the opposite direction to Randy Crawford, the catcher that landed face-first into the grass. "I mean, he really gave it his best-- Wally!"

"Wally? Bren, what're you-- oh my god! That is Wally!" Off in the distance, you can see the gray ball of hair hurdling towards the baseball diamond.

"That's not Wally! That's Rupert! It's my dog, he's back!" Randy gasps, watching in amazement as his shaggy mutt runs across the crowds and into his open arms.

"Hey uh," Brandon comes to greet you, but is looking out into the field as well, "isn't that supposed to be your dog, Y/N/N?"

"No, Brandon," Brenda shakes her head, light smile lacing her lips. "I guess that's Randy's dog…" You sigh, but seeing the little boy giggle with glee as Wally-- er, Rupert, laps at his cheek, there's no troubling emotions to be found.

"I'm sorry, Y/N/N," Brandon laces his fingers with yours, grabbing your attention with a soft kiss to your temple.

"I'm not," you assure him. You smile, the sight of the boy reuniting with his long lost dog something straight out of a movie scene. One last look and you turn away from the boy, eyes meeting your boyfriend’s. “Hey, Brandon... have a date for that dance yet?”

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shreddedparchment · 6 years ago

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My Best Friend Pt.01

Too Young

01/23/2019

Pairing: Steve x Reader Word Count: 4,257

Masterpost in Notes Warnings: Language, pining, angst, some fluff

A/N: This fic came to me as a dream. It was a dream that I did not get to finish and have been wanting to write out because it actually followed a really good story until I woke up and it left me wondering what would have happened next. The first two chapters will be the dream I had and the last chapter will probably be the ending I would have hoped for. I hope you guys like this. Just a small mini-series in between my two big WIP fics. It should be noted that the disease that the reader has is the one that I have, Endometriosis. As it was me in the dream and the endo played a big part in it, I’ve decided to keep it in. As always, if you happen to reblog, thank you so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

You groan, moaning and kicking as you struggle to pull yourself up off of the floor.

“Would you keep your voice down? You sound like you’re having sex.” A tight-lipped voice says out of the corner of two pink lips, the bottom thick and juicy, the top slightly thinner but curved up in amusement.

“How do you know what I sound like when I have sex?” You grunt and then stop, whining as you give up and let the heavy weight ball fall onto your chest. “Please, help me!”

You pretend to cry and continue to whimper as you wait for assistance.

A heavy sigh, a soft chuckle, and then suddenly, hovering over you are a pair of storm blue eyes. Steve Rogers leans over you, his hands on his hips as he watches you whimper on the ground.

“You’re being dramatic.” He tells you and you glare at him for a second.

“And you didn't answer my question.”

As he continues to watch you, trapped underneath the large 45-pound weight ball, your glare slowly transitions into a pout as he smiles down at you, soft strands of his blonde hair falling onto his misted forehead.

Here are the facts. One: Steve Rogers is your best friend.

Two: You and Steve have known each other for years. You were there, as an intern, as he was pulled from the ice. You helped bring him back to life. You were glad to not have played a part in that stupid showroom he’d been put in, but you’d been outside, and he’d been so confused when he broke out that you were instantly sympathetic.

Three: Steve Rogers did not like you. Not immediately. It took persistence. Lots of it. You forced him out. You kept an eye on him and ambushed him at restaurants and cafes so that he wouldn’t be alone. It took almost a year but finally Steve Rogers didn’t dislike you. In fact, Steve Rogers looked for you. He sought you out for your opinions and suggestions. Soon after that, he just sought you out to not be alone.

Four: Steve had seen all of your ups and down. You’d been engaged before, then dumped. Dated and dumped. Dated and dumped. It’s been a rough couple of years in that department, but Steve has been there after every disappointment with a pint of ice cream and your favorite movie.

Five: You’ve tried to get Steve to date. Apparently so had his other friend, Natasha. The Black Widow. Neither of you wanted him to be alone. He needed to get back into the world. He’d been so distanced from the world, connecting only with the job and neither you nor Natasha (despite the fact that you and she have never officially met) want that kind of life for him. Of course, she’d been probably slightly more motivated to get him a date because if you’re honest…

Six: You are completely in love with Steve Rogers.

“You look like you could use some help, miss. May I be of assistance?” Steve teases.

“Steve!” You complain and push against the weight ball, struggling against it.

“Alright, alright.” He says, chuckling as he grabs the ball and lifts it off of you.

He tosses away the ball then turns back to you to offer you his hands to help you up onto your feet.

“Why are you so interested in getting fit, anyway? You never were before.” Steve wonders, turning and moving towards the leg press.

You follow, rubbing the spot on your chest where the weight ball had been resting. You stop when he does and then watch as he loads weight after weight.

“I don’t know. I’m just…” You can’t lie to Steve.

You’d been about to tell him that you’re just trying to get in shape. That you want to look good for the next guy who has enough courage to date you. But you can’t get yourself to say it, no matter how much you want to keep from showing him your newest cracks.

He freezes in his load up and watches your smile fall.

“Y/N?” He asks gently, seeing your mood shift.

“I didn’t expect for this thing I was diagnosed with to change my life as much as it has. Getting fit…I never worried about it before and now, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed in the morning.” You shrug and move to sit by the seat of the leg press.

Steve watches you, blinking slowly as he processes your words. As you sit, you force your lips into a smile.

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, smiling as you sit yourself down on the floor, and obviously moving on from the uncomfortable talk of your illness.

He knows you don’t like talking about it and if you want to move from it, he's not going to stop you.

“I’m sitting down so you can do your workout.” You gesture at the machine, overloaded with weights.

“You’re supposed to be working out, not gabbing away with me.” Steve points at you, chastising you playfully, and sits himself down, angling his body so that he can put his feet in place.

“Yeah, well, that weight ball kicked my ass.” You lean back on your hands and turn to watch him.

You’ve gotten proficient at focusing when you’re around Steve. You keep a nice line drawn in the figurative sand so that he can’t tell that you’re completely smitten. But in moments like this one, as Steve pushes against the weights, his muscles constricting and flexing, it’s hard to remember that line.

“Steve?” You probe, shifting to sit facing him, still leaning back on your hands, suddenly very nervous because any time you ask Steve these kinds of questions…well, you’re a little scared, a little excited, but very worried that Steve will see though you one day.

In reality…would that be such a bad thing?

“Yeah?” He asks, grunting. He’d seriously overloaded that machine.

You watch as the machine groans against the amount of weight that he’d put. He has to really pack it on for it to do anything for him. “You’re going to break that leg press. Again.”

He stops, huffs a laugh, then reaches up to wipe at the sweat on his forehead. He hardly ever sweats. Why is he trying so hard?

“I always replace them.”

Still. You make a mental note to send in a request to maybe have a special leg press made for Steve so that it won’t break so easily.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. replaces them.” You point out.

“Is that what you were going to ask me?” He asks, pushing passed your poking but also knowing you well enough to know that you nagging at him about breaking the workout equipment was not what you had intended to say.

“No.”

“Well?” Steve urges you, going back to his workout.

“When was the last time you went out on a date?”

He drops the weights and they clang loudly.

“This again? You and Nat, I swear.” He grumbles.

“Well, we’re worried about you.” And you really are…but…

“I don’t want to go on a date.” He says, a note of finality in his tone.

He should know better. You don’t drop this particular subject easily.

“Why?”

“I just don’t want to.”

“But why?”

The weights clang again as he stops, frustrated with your persistent probing.

“I’m just not in the right headspace for dating, Y/N. I don’t want to see anyone right now. I don’t have the time.” Steve argues.

“That's such bullshit. When you like a girl, you make time for her. You shift your priorities. You can even stop seeing me so much. I’m a huge time suck.” You point out.

“Not an option.” He grunts.

“Come on, Steve. I’ll help, yeah?” You push yourself up, trying to ignore the happiness that it gives you that he's not willing to cut down his hang out time with you, and move to sit yourself on the oddly angled leg press seat.

You try not to let your heart flutter too much as Steve makes room for you quickly and then as you slide down towards the lower end of the seat, Steve lifts his arm and rests it across your lap as he sighs in frustration.

“I don’t need help. I need to finish my workout.” His hand finds your thigh and he rests it there softly, flat against your leg.

Focus Y/N.

“Trust me, you need help. Now, what are you looking for? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead? Skinny? Chubby? Straight up voluptuous?” You look around the gym and point out the body types you see.

“Y/N…” Steve begs, irritated.

“Fine. Forget looks. What about height? Short? Really short? Tall? Just right?”

“Y/N.” He says more sternly.

“Would you stop being such a grumpy old man and just play along for a little bit? Sheesh.” You growl.

You jump slightly as Steve smacks your leg. Not enough to make it hurt, just enough to grab your attention. Clearly chastising you, though.

“Hey, don’t call me an old man.”

“Well, stop acting like one.” You grumble.

The two of you stare at each other, both frowning.

“Hey, what are you two talking about?” You look up at the slightly accented voice and smile up at Annie Wong, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent on loan from the Hong Kong office.

She's beautiful, Chinese, with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, no makeup, dressed in standard issue S.H.I.E.L.D. logo tights. Her body is crazy nice. Fit. Tight. And in that racerback tank top and tights, she looks really good.

“I’m trying to get Steve a date.” You tell Annie. You’re her guide here, of sorts.

She's actually really nice and the two of you have hit it off really well.

She scoffs, then laughs at you.

“Good luck with that.” Then she looks at Steve. “Try not to disappoint her, she gets moody when she doesn’t get her way.”

“Don't I know it?” Steve agrees.

“Hey!” You throw your left elbow back so that it jams into his side and he laughs, looking at you as he reaches behind your back to rub that spot with his right hand.

“Can I please finish my workout now?” Steve begs, throwing his head back.

“No.” As Steve's hand squeezes your thigh again you can’t help but think about how great this really is. Sitting here with Steve's arm practically around you…nestled in against his side.

For a quick fleeting moment, you imagine that Steve really does want to hold you right here, his arm itching to be thrown around your waist. Maybe his lips even find your neck?

“Y/N?” He asks, noticing your silence.

Annie is already at a treadmill, running.

“What about age? That’s a good one. You don’t want someone too old.” You point out. “Young would be better in your case, with that slow aging and all that.”

“Young?”

“Twenty?” You ask.

“Too young.” He says.

“Twenty-four?”

“Too young.”

“Twenty-six?”

“Too young.”

“Seriously? Fifty then!” You offer, exasperated by his pickiness.

He looks at you, frowning.

“Sixty?” You shrug.

He laughs.

“Why are you laughing? I’m trying to find you a date and you’re making it impossible.”

“Sorry.” He says, with another squeeze to your thigh.

“Let's not focus on the exact number and instead a type. What about…?” Your eyes wander around the large gym room, an array of agents and clerical workers getting their fit on.

Inspiration suddenly strikes as your eyes land on Annie. She's definitely more fit than you are but you and Annie are the exact same age, your birthdays only a month apart.

“What about Annie? Or someone like Annie?” You ask, hoping you’re not being obvious.

Steve sighs heavily, clearly done with this game. He looks over at her and shakes his head.

“Too young.”

Too young. Too young. Too young?!

You can’t help the disappointment that fills you, it darkens your mood almost instantly. How long have you pined over this guy? How much time have you spent with him? Not that those moments were a waste…but…too young?

Your heart aches as you suddenly realize that Steve is never going to want you. You’re too young apparently and now with your diagnosis, no one will want you. You’re useless. Today, today is a good day. A day with little pain.

Your first day out in over two weeks.

“Can I finish my workout now?” He asks, looking at you, leaning to his left to get a better look at your face.

No. He can’t look at you. He'll see your crestfallen expression, your sadness that you’ll never be with him.

“Yeah, sorry I bugged you.” You grab his wrist and lift it off of your lap.

You move away from him, not looking back as you move towards Annie.

“Hey, wait, Y/N.” Steve calls out but you don't stop or look back. You climb up onto the treadmill beside Annie and start a slow jog.

“What happened? Couldn’t find anyone good enough for him?” Annie asks.

When you don’t answer she looks over at you.

“Ugh! Didn’t I tell him not to make you moody?” Annie asks, frowning.

You look at her as you jog, pulling the sleeves of your oversized hoodie up, trying to ignore the way you get hot extra fast thanks to your sweatpants.

She looks over at Steve and starts to motion emphatically at him. You don’t look to see if he's responding or what she might possibly be saying. You focus on reminding yourself of your proper place at Steve's side as nothing more than that pesky intern turned archivist who would never be more to him than just a friend.

For two hours you focus. Two hours! You remind yourself of the looks he's given those girls, the agents who work around him. The ones that could kick your ass. Looks that he's very good at hiding from everyone else but you because you’re always hoping he'll look your way.

You remind yourself of the nights you and Steve had slept in the same bed. He'd come home from a particularly exhausting mission and because you always called and demanded to see him immediately, he would come over without hesitation and then collapse on your bed in exhaustion.

Every morning you'd wake up and he was always on the sofa as if sleeping beside you was so unbearable he had to move in the night. And then there were the times that the two of you would wake up in the middle of the night and talk. Just chat about how hard the mission was or how tough it had been for you at work, both of you smiling, laughing, and commiseration a mere foot apart.

How many times had the two of you gone quiet on the bed? How many times had your heart pounded as he lay there, arms either under his pillow as he lay on his stomach or at the base of his chest when he laid on his back, his blue eyes boring into yours and never, not once did anything happen?

No kiss. No hug. No confession. No hand holding. Nothing.

Face it, Y/N. You’ve been friend zoned.

You finally push the large red button on your machine and follow it into a slow stop.

You look to the one beside yours and find that Annie is gone. She'd probably been gone for a while.

You scan the large room for her and find her by the bench press with Steve. He's sitting, looking up at Annie as she leans on the metal bar, talking casually as he curls his large arms, lifting what has to be about two hundred pounds. How did he even fit all those weights on that one bar?!

You pull your sleeves down and as you move towards them, you feel a small bit of pressure on your lower back. Had you pushed yourself too hard?

You ignore the discomfort as best you can because you want to hear what they’re saying.

“…it's only a month apart so we thought a joint party would be good.” Annie finishes with a shrug.

Fuck! She’s telling him about the party tonight.

“That’s a good idea.” Steve says, then when he spots you approaching he grins as wickedly as Captain America can…which is not very wicked.

It just makes him look like a cute, troublemaking toddler. Stupid goody two-shoes and his sweaty forehead and torso. That white shirt is starting to cling.

“Did you ask Y/N before you started to plan a joint party? She might throw a fit, you know how she likes to be the center of attention.” Steve teases.

He looks over at you as you stop, shoving your hands into the front pocket of your hoodie, with that same mischievous grin.

You don't smile. Right now…you just can't.

Instead you stare at him and your eyes helplessly wander over his lips. They linger there for only a second before you force them down to his chest, stomach, then lap where they stay since that spot is fairly safe at the moment.

When you don’t laugh and because you also don’t say anything in response to his poking fun, the atmosphere between the three of you grows awkward.

“Uh, well,” Annie says, quickly moving on. “ Y/N got permission to get a new sound system for the Black Pearl ballroom-"

“That’s the smallest one, right?” Steve asks. “Shouldn’t you have asked for a bigger one? I can still call Tony, see if he'll let you use one of the ones on floor seventy-nine?”

“I don’t have that many friends.” You tell him, looking back up at his face.

He's still watching you, his brow slightly furrowed. Is he worried? Confused? Probably confused. In all the time you and Steve have been friends you have been angry at him only two or three times and it was always because you were worried. He could be reckless on missions and came back more injured than you liked.

Now, you just can’t make yourself act normal. What's wrong with you?

“I’ll get the rest of the Avengers to come.” He offers.

“I’ve never even met anyone other than Sam.” You point out. “Why would they come to my birthday party?”

“I don’t know, I just thought-"

“We've already ordered the food based on our current headcount.” You throw out.

“Oh, right.” Steve says sounding slightly disappointed.

Once again silence falls between you two and it's just as awkward and tense as before. Which is super weird for you and Steve.

Annie hurries to save the conversation.

“You’re coming, right?” She asks Steve.

Steve finally looks away from you at Annie but before he can answer-

“Yo, Cap!” Sam's voice filters down from the second floor.

All three of you turn to look and find him leaning casually against the railing.

“Mission time. We gotta go.” He says. “Hi Y/N.”

He drags your name out, waving at you like he's teasing a kid about wetting his pants or something.

“Hi, Sam.” You reply, still no smile.

“Hey, Annie. You wanna come? We could use some extra hands.” Sam says, smiling a bit more flirtatiously with Annie.

Of course, even Sam doesn’t see you as a woman to flirt with. Not that you want him to but jeez.

“Sorry, Sam. Y/N and I have plans tonight. We're throwing our birthday party. We sent you an invite, did you not get it?” She asks. “Sorry it's so last minute.”

“Oh, damn, yeah. I got it. I forgot that was tonight.” And he does look genuinely disappointed to be missing your shared party.

“Don't worry about it, Sam. It's not important.” You assure him.

“What are you talking about? We'll get this mission done quick and be back in time for the cake.” He assures you but winks at Annie. “But seriously, Steve, we gotta go. I already got your suit in the jet.”

“Okay, I’m coming.” Steve tells him.

“I’ll see you girls later.” Sam promises, slaps the metal railing, then disappears to the right towards the elevators.

“I gotta go.” Steve says, putting the barbell down and standing up.

“Of course. Good luck, Steve.” Annie says with a smile.

“I’ll make it to your party, Y/N.” He says a little more quietly, talking just to you. “I promise. I'll put a rush on the mission.”

You look up at his sweaty face, his blue eyes searching yours for something. Forgiveness? Reassurance? Anger?

All you have for him is disappointment. Not just for the party but because you're Annie's age…and she's too young.

“For what? So you can do something reckless and mess up because you’re trying to get back on time?” And you really do want him at the party. You want to see him and dance with him, and laugh and talk and smile but your mouth opens up and all you can say is, “Don’t bother.”

You can feel Annie's eyes on you as she realizes how bad the mood you’re in actually is.

Steve’s face falls more and he takes a step towards you, apparently hating this dark mood you’re in too but before he can open his mouth, Sam's voice calls out again.

“Steve!”

With a heavy sigh, Steve gives you just one final confused look before he races around and up the stairs and also disappears towards the elevators.

“I’m gonna go shower.” You tell Annie as you begin to walk towards the showers.

“Y/N, are you okay? Should I come with you?” She offers, eager to make you feel better.

But this mood, it's like you’ve been infected. Maybe all the pining had finally just caught up with you?

“Why? Can't I shower by myself? Maybe I need adult supervision, right? I’m only Y/A.” You say with a bitter bite to your words but it's mostly just sad.

Annie doesn’t follow you.

As you make your way up the stairs, you suddenly feel another heavy bit of pressure in your lower back and a very sharp stab of pain near your nether regions. It shocks your feet into a stutter but luckily you catch yourself on the railing and avoid tumbling down the stairs.

You breathe lit a quick, sharp breath as the pain slowly subsides then move along.

As you shower, you rejoice in the fact that here in the showers, you can cry and no one can see your tears. Not to mention, the hot water helps with the aches you’re beginning to feel.

So many years of being friends. You'd always harbored this small bit of hope that something might happen between you and Steve. The disappointment, the heartache you feel as you finally realize that it will never happen is overwhelming.

So you release your dark mood with tears, letting them wash away into the shower drain with the rest of your sweat and grime.

You also realize that you can’t be mad at Steve. Not really. You shouldn’t be mad at him just because he doesn’t see you in that way. It's not fair to him and it's not fair to your years of friendship.

But it hurts! Your heart complains.

Feeling silly for being such an ass to Steve before he left on mission—oh, God, what if he does something stupid and gets himself seriously hurt and the last thing you told him was not to bother?!—you move out to your locker with a towel wrapped around your torso and hair.

Like this, you might pass for anyone. Especially in a foggy bathroom with other women in just their towels.

As you rifle through the extra clothes you’d packed in your locker, two of those S.H.I.E.L.D. agent girls Steve looks at discreetly walk in, wrapped in towels too.

“They're always together. They have to be dating or at the very least screwing.” The shorter of the two says.

“Don’t be stupid. Like she could ever satisfy him? She got dumped at the altar too, remember? And anyway, I was working out on the leg press behind them when they were sitting looking all cuddly and she was seriously asking him what he liked in women.” The tall one says.

“Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” Shortie asks.

“No, I swear. She was listing off things like hair color and body type. She was trying to find him a date. And ‘sides, did you see what she was wearing? Who comes to the gym dressed like that if you’re dating Captain America? No one. That's who. She's obviously not trying. And I’ve seen him checking you out.”

“Oh my God, seriously?!”

“Yes! Trust me, she's totally not his type. He needs someone more…adult. Mature. Someone who can show him how to maneuver the curves.” The tall one says as she reaches over and playfully traces her friend's sides.

Shortie laughs and you grip the handle of your locker more tightly.

“Anyway, she's too young. Or so it sounded like he was saying.”

“He told her she was too young?” Shortie asks.

“Not directly. But she suggested some girls and well, she's around the same age I think. So, make your move! That loser obviously has no chance.”

The two girls disappear into the showers as your mind is flooded with two words that effectively transition your sadness into bitter resentment. Two words that repeat over and over and over and over: Too young.

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I’m finally found: Chapter Two

[Chapter One] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four]

It was strange, as she sat there with a cup in her hands, the contents inside steaming. She was told it was called hot chocolate, it tastes good, as this was her fourth cup of it so far. Steven, Amethyst, and Spinel were sitting on the couch in the living room. All three watching as Pearl was frantically fussing over how much of a mess Amethyst left the kitchen after trying to make some food. Turns out she's not a very good cook, however it was pretty fun to see her attempt, cooking human food looked like fun.

"Amethyst, I can't believe you still managed to set the kitchen on fire! What if someone got hurt?" Pearl was currently trying to scrub a burn mark off the counter.

"Come on, P, no one got hurt, and it wasn't that bad." Amethyst had gotten up from the couch, moving over to the kitchen to help the other gem. While they were occupied, Steven nudges Spinel and motions for them to go outside. The two sneak out, leaving Pearl and Amethyst to their ordeal.

Steven takes her down to the beach, he picks up a shell in the sand and throws it into the water.

"Pi-... uh, Steven?" She was getting a little better at it, remembering that the human was not Pink Diamond, even if he has her gem.

"I figured we could do something better than hear Pearl fuss over Amethyst." He chuckles, turning to look at the gem.

"Oh, yeah," Spinel gives a nervous laugh. She shifted a bit, looking down at the sand, kicking it a little.

"I know you haven't been here on earth for long, but how are you holding up?" Steven gives a small smile, he made himself comfortable, kicking off his sandals and digging his feet into the sand. He pats the spot next to him, letting Spinel know that she could join him if she wanted.

She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He asked her a question, but wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer or not. He's not a diamond, but he has the gem of one. Would she be punished for not answering if she didn't want to? She was made to be a best friend, but it feels like she's failing at that now. Just like with Pink, does that mean he'll leave her too if she doesn't live up to his standards? Subconsciously, her hands moved up to grip her gem, a nervous habit since first leaving the garden. Though the pain that crept in confused her, why was she in pain? Panic had crept into her mind.

"Spinel?" She flinched, being pulled from her thoughts and staring wide eyed at Steven, who had turned to look at her with a concerned expression. "Are you okay?" Steven was about to get up when Spinel held up a hand, giving him the peace sign as well. She had a half smile on her face.

"Sorry, my di-...uh… Steven… I was just… I suppose I’m still not sure how to act around you.” She looks at the sand, digging a foot into it a bit.

“Spinel,” Steven got up and walked over to the gem, she was a bit smaller than he was, and it showed just how intimidating she found him when he stood over her slightly and she had a glint of fear flash across her eyes. “It’s okay, I’m not a diamond, I’m just Steven.” he rubs the back of his neck, giving a soft smile.

Then he went in for a hug, which caught Spinel off guard a bit as she flinched at the touch, but realized that he wasn’t going to hurt her. She deflated a bit, her arms dropping a little as she wrapped her arms around the human. That’s right, he wasn’t them, that was one of the first things she was told. That Steven wasn’t a diamond, or a rose quartz, he was just… Steven.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she spoke softly, her face nuzzling into his chest, making her sound muffled. “I’m sorry.” She felt the arms give a quick squeeze before they were no longer hugging her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Steven gave her a reassuring smile, then looked around, smiling more when he spotted a familiar shop sitting at the edge of the beach front. “How about we go get some donuts! I know I could use a pick-me-up!” He moved, motioning for Spinel to follow. For a split second, when Steven moved away from her, a hint of fear crept into her mind, like he was leaving her behind, but it dissipated immediately when he motioned back to her to follow.

She gave a half smile, mentally thankful that he didn’t toss her aside, and at least tolerated her enough to let her follow. Spinel jogged up to walk next to him, instinctively taking a hold of his hand. When he didn’t pull away, she smiled a bit more.

They made their way towards The Big Donut, the door ringing as they walk in. Steven heads over to the counter, greeting another human. Spinel, hiding behind him, peaked around his side to watch the exchange between the two. She heard a name, Dewey? Humans have strange names. This other human looked much different than Steven and- Oh! She was being waved at. The gem, hiding behind Steven a bit more, sheepishly waved back at this ‘Dewey’ human, who was smiling at her. So Spinel gave a small smile back. They didn’t spend too much time in there, Steven got something he called ‘the usual’, whatever that meant, and left the building.

“Humans all look so different from each other.” Spinel had wandered off in front of Steven a bit, now munching on one of those donuts. “And this tastes sweet, like that hot chocolate stuff you showed me.” She looked back at Steven, he was smiling at her. She looked more excited than she was earlier. He should take her out more, as long as it helps right?

“Yeah,” He chuckled, this was a refreshing thing to see of Spinel, it was… nice. He walked up so that they were walking side by side now, offering her another donut. She looked at it with a bit of excitement, then look at him a quizzical expression, pointing to herself. When he nodded, she smiled wide and held out her hand, letting him set it down before she examined it. There was a hole in the center of this one, where the first one she ate was solid with some kind of sweet filling inside. This one also had some sort of coating on it, glaze she thought is what Steven said just now. She was more enamored with the fact that it had a hole in its center, confused by the choice.

“Why does this one have a hole in the center?” She asked, not really thinking about the question. There was a soft gasp as she stopped walking and stared at it, that smile she had seconds ago has somewhat faded. Steven stopped as well, looking at the other with a confused look.

“Spinel? What’s wrong?” Steven looked concerned, because the gem before him was now frowning.

“Is it… defective? Is that why it has a hole? It wasn’t… it wasn’t good enough to make whole?” She was holding the donut carefully in her hands. Steven blinked, walking closer to her, giving a soft relieved sigh and smiling reassuringly at her.

“No, it’s not a defect, this is how it was made, on purpose. It’s supposed to look like that.” He wraps an arm around her, “Even if it was defective, it would still taste just as good.” His smile widens more at her, “You could say it has more character in it!” Spinel blinked, there was a look of internal debate as she looked from Steven back to the donut in her hands. Then she slowly raised it up to her mouth and took a bite. Then tears started rolling down her face, which made Steven panic a bit as he moved to kneel in front of her. “Spinel?” She looked at him, chewing slowly as she tried to blink the tears away, but ended up having to wipe them away instead.

“It tastes so good still.” She spoke, even though her mouth was full. Steven gave another sigh in relief, then smiled softly at the gem. He just let Spinel get the tears out, standing next to her and rubbing her back. Once she was done eating the donut, she wiped her eyes a bit, sniffling loudly before Steven handed her a napkin to blow her nose in.

“How are you feeling now?” He was handed the napkin back, putting it into the paper bag that held the donuts and tossing it into the nearest trash can.

“M-much better… thank you,” Spinel spoke softly, twiddling her figures a bit in a sheepish manner.

“Good!” He smiled, before turning his head towards the sound of someone calling out his name. That made Spinel jump and hide behind Steven before he called back out to the others and moving to walk over to them. It took the gem a moment to realize she could just follow him before actually doing so, at which she once again took a hold of his hand.

There was a group of five humans hanging around this… Well, Steven called it a van last time Spinel had seen it. She recognized one of the humans too, his name was Greg, and Steven called him a ‘dad’. He was okay, was pretty nice to her when they first met. When they got closer, Greg noticed Spinel hiding somewhat behind Steven and gave a wave to her as the two approach the group.

“Hey dad, you guys practicing out here today?” He waved to the rest of the group. Spinel hadn’t met these humans yet, so she stayed quiet.

“Yeah, figured it was a nice enough day to, we all decided to hang out here and practice for a bit!” A short blonde haired human spoke up, they gave a nervous chuckle. “You come to hang out with us?” That’s when they noticed the pink bundle hiding behind Steven, “Oh hey! Who’s your new friend?” They wave to the little gem, who waved back.

“Oh, this is Spinel! I’m showing her around a bit more. She’s new to earth and hasn’t been out very much yet!” He shifted, moving so that everyone could see Spinel. “Spinel, this is Sadie! That’s Buck, Sour Cream, and Jenny. They’re all in a band together! They are amazing!” All of them, as they are introduced, wave to Spinel, who waved back again in response. “You’ve already met dad!” Spinel nodded at that, and gave Greg a small smile, who gave a thumbs up in response. She blinked at that, mimicking the gesture.

They spoke for a few moments, eventually Spinel went to sit in the sand next to Greg’s chair. She watched everyone intently, what were those weird tools in their hands. She’s never seen anything like them before. Spinel curled up a bit, Steven joining in with Sadie and her group as they played together for a bit. After they were finished, Spinel was staring at them in awe.

“What are those things? How are they making that sound? Can I play one?” Spinel had stood up and walked up to Buck, stars in her eyes as she bombarded him with questions. Steven and Sadie looked at each other and then to Spinel, both smiling though Steven looks more ecstatic than anything.

“Spinel, we could teach you how to play the guitar if you want, Dad’s a really good teacher.” He spoke up, walking over to the gem, who was now bouncing up and down.

“Really?” she looked between Steven and Greg.

“Oh yeah. You could say I can-show you how to play the ban-jo,” and he snapped finger guns at the two of them. Steven appreciated the joke, but it went over Spinel’s head, as she becomes more confused than anything.

“What’s a bahn-joh?” Spinel blinked, looking between the two as they started to laugh a bit. She blinked again, what was so funny? She just wanted to how what and how to play this bahn-joh.

#foundau #spinel #steven universe #su #fanfic #fic #found #post change your mind #pre movie #chapter two #coffeebrewsandmagicrunes

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lady-charinette · 6 years ago

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Bakugou the Bodyguard - Kacchako-ish Fic

Prompt: Bakugou knew the girls from his class were no pushovers, he could admit at least that much. So, when they suddenly came to him with a weird request, he decided to sit back and observe.

It was peaceful. Fucking finally after all the chaos the past week.

They had barely escaped with all their limbs intact, Recovery Girl had worked her aging ass off making sure none of them kicked the bucket before they hit the age of fifty. That, and a few days of time out of school, and the class of 1-A felt like they wouldn't collapse when they took more than a few steps outside.

It had been a tough battle, the stupid Nomus had been the worst though, even Bakugou had a tough time dealing with one, when a whole swarm came at them, he was glad the pro heros had gotten there just in the nick of time.

Bakugou rubbed at his forearm, now fully healed, but still feeling the phantom pain after one of the Nomu nearly dislocated it, the only thing preventing him from twisting the bone had been Aizawa kicking the monster away from him. Bakugou wasn't a wimp, but in that moment, with his arm hurting like hell and his body pushed to the brink of exhaustion, he felt a lot weaker than he was used to, like a small ant surrounded by large humans stomping around him.

It had ben fucking terrifying, he just hoped they've dealt with all those things. He hadn't heard anything from them since, so he assumed the pro heroes were either still investigating or just cleaning up the trash.

Bakugou stiffened, pencil falling onto his open homework when he heard a plethora of footsteps approaching the closed door of the living area.

There were muted whispers from multiple people and Bakugou arched a brow when he heard a squeak and the door flung open, revealing nearly all the girls in his class.

What the fuck?

He grimaced at their pitiful state, everyone sporting bandages or plasters of some kind. Recovery girl could only do so much, while her healing powers were great, some injuries needed time to heal, especially if she'd run out of energy after healing the hundredth patient that week.

It was round face that stepped forward, the girls gathered behind her in a circle, “Um, Bakugou, sorry for barging in here like that but, we…we wanted to ask you something.” She bit her lip, fingers nervously fiddling.

He could practically taste the discomfort in the air, something was giving him a bad feeling, “Yeah, what? Spit it out, round face.“

It was Yaoyozoru who stepped beside Uraraka and spoke up, decidedly more confident but still cautious, “We were wondering if you’d accompany us to the beach today.”

The room fell silent, Bakugou just staring at the girls of his class as if they’d all grown second heads or collectively lost their brains.

What?

“…Huh?” the blond stared, dumbstruck, bling rapidly before he shook his head, “And why would I do that?” he crossed his arms, glaring at the group suspiciously. Why would he go with them to the beach? They generally avoided his company, except for pink cheeks, racoon eyes and earjack.

Yaoyozoru bowed respectfully, “We…we’re still injured from battling the Nomus, Recovery Girl hadn’t been able to fully heal us…” her timid countenance grew more determined, “However! We don’t want to idly sit by and waste our time we have for training! The beach is always full of rival schools, especially boys, we’ve always managed by ourselves, but…I’m afraid we would be too injured if the beach is full of them today.” She swallowed and Bakugou sensed the discomfort in the room increase tenfold, judging by the looks of shame and guilt on the girl’s faces when they looked off to the side.

So, that was it.

They were harassed by rival school guys lounging around on the beach.

He knew the girls from his class were no pushovers nor fragile in any way, fighting Uraraka at the Sports Festival and seeing them fight first-hand proved that. To come ask him for such a favour must have taken a lot out of them.

Still, he was curious, “Why ask me? I bet shitty Deku or Kirishima would help out.” It was odd, he hadn’t seen anyone of the guys today except grapeshit, maybe the others were out training?

Racoon eyes sighed behind Uraraka, “Don’t you know? The boys all either went home to visit or to camp for training and lessons.”

Ah, right, there had been something Kirishima had been telling him last night, but Bakugou had only half listened.

That explained why he was seemingly the only guy here.

Yaoyozoru looked uncomfortable as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “And uhm…we…we didn’t want to ask Mineta so…”

Bakugou snorted, he could imagine why, the little shit never missed an opportunity to be the first one to spy on the girls. He would have a field day at the beach with them.

Bakugou turned back to stare down at his homework, pencil scraping against the sheet, “Tch, I don’t have time for your shit today.”

Uraraka looked ready to argue but Yaoyozoru shook her head, leading the girls out of the room, Mina, Jirou and Uraraka sending disappointed looks towards Bakugou before they closed the door behind them.

Silence settled into the room again and suddenly, Bakugou felt his blood boil unnaturally.

He glanced at the clock.

It was nearing late afternoon, when the students would be finished with classes or extracurricular activities.

The beach should be crowded by now.

The pencil snapped in two, splintered pieces of wood scattering across his homework.

The girls cautiously moved towards their usual spot, already dreading their decision as the beach was even more crowded than usual, it didn’t go unnoticed how even the girls from other schools generally kept to the farther ends of the beach, away from the rowdy boys who were fighting nearer to their spot.

Uraraka noticed her classmates’ hesitance and steeled herself, moving to the front and cheering loudly, “Hey guys! This is our time to shine! We can finally get stronger and show everyone what we’re made of, I’m sure everything will be fine!” she pumped her fists in the air excitedly, seeing some of their faces brightening.

Mina grinned widely and fist bumped the air too, “Alright! Let’s get started girls!”

The group cheered in unison, catching the attention of several of the males.

The first few minutes had been fine, employing their quirks in small and weaker amounts as much as they were able in their still bruised states while trying to play volleyball at the same time. Uraraka tried using her gravity quirk to her advantage but found the nausea to be too strong, so she refrained from using it, even Yaoyozoru, Jirou and Mina didn’t use their quirks much.

And suddenly, a large shadow covered Uraraka.

The shorter girl turned around curiously, looking up to stare at at least eight towering guys smiling down at them, “Hey, mind if we join in, ladies?”

Uraraka felt her heart speed up in fear, Yaoyozoru beside her stiffening in apprehension, “Excuse me, but this is private practice for our classes.”

The guy that spoke looked at her, a leery grin on his face, “Oh, really? Maybe we can teach you girls a few things, huh? Whatcha say guys?” the other behind him hollered in agreement and suddenly, the group had gotten bigger, now more and more males joining in.

Mina tried to produce her acid slime, but it wasn’t anywhere near enough to scare all of them away. Jirou’s quirk was useless as she couldn’t channel the waves easily in the damp sand from yesterday’s rain.

Tsuyu tried moving slowly to the side, attempting to offer Uraraka leeway by assaulting the first guy, but another one showed up to intercept the frog girl, “And where do you think you’re going, little frog?”

“Ribbit?” Tsuyu frowned, moving back towards Hagakure, Mina and Jirou.

Uraraka swallowed, fingers sweating when the grins on the boys’ faces grew wider, “This isn’t good, none of us are in any condition to fight, especially not all of them! I can’t use my quirk without throwing up my lunch, Momo can’t create anything larger than a ball and the others are in even worse conditions.” Uraraka spread her feet, remembering Gunhead’s training, “I can’t take them all down, but maybe the few I will are enough so the others escape. Come on!”

Mentally giving herself strength, Uraraka shouted what sounded like a battle cry as she attempted to launch at the first guy in her way, however her own shout was vastly overpowered by the booming howl of a very familiar but unexpected voice beside her.

And suddenly, just like that, the group of boys before them blew apart in a earsplitting explosion, cries of pain and shock ringing out from the large amounts of smoke covering the beach.

Uraraka stood frozen, until she slowly turned her head to the side. She didn’t even have to look far because he was standing almost next to her.

It was Bakugou.

“B-Bakugou?” he was dressed in black swimming trunks with an explosive design, sunglasses nestled into his spiky hair, a beach towel wedged in his arm.

The blond looked at her, “Tch, what? Thought I would leave you bunch to get training done alone? Well, forget it pink cheeks.” Uraraka’s face flushed, watching his jaw work as he spotted another group warily watching them, “Oi! What are you looking at?! You want a piece of me, shitty extras?!” almost immediately, the boys turned around and dispersed.

Jirou smiled, “Thanks for the help, spiky!” she grinned in delight when Bakugou gave her a sharp glare before turning on his heel and scaring off a guy from his spot, setting up his own towel on the sand and settling under the parasol, arms crossed behind his head, sunglasses perched on his nose.

“Watcha staring at, huh?! This isn’t the zoo damn it!” Bakugou barked at them in annoyance, nose flaring when the girls started giggling.

Yaoyozoru placed a reassuring hand on Uraraka’s shoulder, “It seems like even someone like Bakugou values friendship more than he lets on, he did come after all.”

True, it even surprised Uraraka a bit. While she knew he respected her, she hadn’t been sure if he would agree to this, especially considering Bakugou wasn’t known to be very social.

Her heart flooded with warmth, hand clenching her chest as a smile played on her lips.

Bakugou glared and barked at anyone in a five mile radius, steam coming out from his palms in warning whenever there were a few dumb daredevils even trying to cross his newly established territory.

Bakugou almost exploded right off his seat when he saw a figure approach, but quickly settled when he realized it was Uraraka, “You’re blocking the sun, pink cheeks.” He was sitting in the shade to begin with, but it never hurt to re-establish his dominance.

Uraraka didn’t seem peeved at all by his comment, instead the smile she directed at him was even brighter than the damn sun itself, “I just wanted to thank you Bakugou, for being here and doing this for us.” She bowed, her cheeks a pink hue and smile as wide as her face, “You can come and train with us anytime, you know! I bet you’ll have a hard time beating us!” she beamed a full on sunshine smile at him, stronger than any of his explosions and jogged off to join the volleyball game.

Bakugou’s eyes scanned the area of the beach he now dubbed as “his”. There were no more vermin around it, everyone giving him a wide berth.

Uraraka had one teammate less on her side of the net.

He was a sporty guy.

He could use more quirk training to develop his skills.

Bakugou grit his teeth.

“Uraraka, on your right!” the gravity manipulator made a move to dive toward the far right, the distance far too great to reach the ball in time.

At this rate, they would lose a point!

If only she could-

A blond blur rushed past her in a rush of explosions, slamming the ball and making it hit the other team’s field without anyone parrying it.

Bakugou grinned at her, a competitive streak in his eyes and wild grin, “Quit it with the snail pace, angel face or we’ll fucking lose!” he used his quirk to cover greater distance, assisting Yaoyozoru with smashing the ball to the other side.

Uraraka smiled, rushing forward to help Bakugou launch the ball over the net.

Thanks for reading everyone! Hope it wasn’t too OOC.

#kacchako #kacchako fic #bakuraka fic #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha fic #fanfic #bakugou x uraraka #bakugou the bodyguard

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bapyess1r · 4 years ago

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Amphetamine

CHAPTER 10

Talia’s POV

I stared at the TV, repeatedly snacking on Pringle’s as I found myself a Star Wars marathon. As I took a mental break from all the pew pews, I sat in my car and smoked. “I hate sand…” I quoted to myself, stealing another swig of scotch. I decided I’d just buy him another bottle. I laid out on the driver’s side, staring at the stars, my body feeling rooted to my seat. I had music playing on the radio again. I was always listening to music, all the time, wherever and whenever. Then a song came on that reminded me of Sam. It’s My Life by Talk Talk. I could almost hear him singing along as he would cook some kick ass fried fish. I remembered it being delicious and perfectly crispy on the outside, hot and juicy on the inside, seasoned just right- “I’M FUCKING STARVING!” I stated loudly to absolutely no one. Then I got a tap on my window. I sat up startled only to be met with my Godmother’s curious brown gaze and warm tight lipped grin. I took a deep breath and rolled down my window with a smile. “Heeeeeeey Barbie….”

“Hey kiddo.” She smirked, knowing fully well I was on cloud9 by now. “I went to look for you in your room but you weren’t there. James is watching the kids and I figured maybe you’d want to grab something to eat.”

My eyes grew as big as saucers. “YES. PLEASE.” I moaned. With a chuckle she jingled her keys.

“We’ll take my car. I don’t trust you to drive right now.” She commented, backing up to her silver car. I pouted as I tried my best to climb out of my Jeep without falling.

“But I’m good at it…” I whined.

“I’m sure you are.” She laughed as I got into her car.

“Sorry if I smell really loud right now. I tried to air out some.”

“It’s not too bad. So what are you hungry for?” She asked me, pulling up google maps.

“Well considering I drank almost an entire bottle of top shelf scotch, is that Irish pub still open? That hangover burger with extra fries is calling out to me from the void…”

“O’Mally’s it is then.” She giggled as she put her car in drive.

We sat at our table as a waiter came to our aid with menus. He asked us what we wanted to drink and my drunk self gave him my entire order. My Godmother burst into laughter at my behavior before gathering the menus to give them back to the waiter, placing her order as well. With that, the waiter left to grab our drinks. I rested my head in my hands as I looked around, the soccer game on the TV behind the bar, a stage for bands to perform, and a wall of prop books. Then my gaze landed on my Godmother. I couldn’t exactly read her expression but I knew she was getting ready to say something. So I beat her to the punch. “So why bring me to dinner to talk?”

“I can’t just treat my goddaughter to dinner?” She chuckled, I narrowed my eyes at her.

“I may be under the influence but I can still tell when something’s up.” I said closing my eyes. She smiled at me as the waiter brought our drinks to the table and disappeared.

“Your Godfather came home to talk to me today at lunch.” She began and I groaned in annoyance. “He’s concerned about you.”

“I don’t know why! I’m very happy and I’m a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. He doesn’t get to decide who I date or spend my time with.”

“And I agree. When I went to get you earlier, you were video calling him and I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I was around long enough to hear you singing to him….” she poked my arm with a smirk. And I began to blush. “And to hear him say ‘I love you’?!” We both burst into a fit of girlish giggles. “Contrary to what your Godfather feels, I don’t think you’re in any trouble but I do want to voice something.”

“Yes?” I sipped my sweet tea in anticipation.

“James doesn’t know the details of exactly what it is Sam does for a living. I do… and I know you’ve been training yourself to go on jobs with him. That’s where my concern lies. Sam is a great guy but what he does is very dangerous. And you’re not exactly the adrenaline junky type.”

“No I’m not. But there’s something my life has been missing and that’s….spontaneity and adventure.” I began. “I’ve never left the country before. And while I’ve been sitting around getting high and drunk all the time to feel numb, he’s been seeing so much of the world. I wanna see that too. My training isn’t for Sam. It’s for myself. I failed as a dancer. Now I’m teaching kids who don’t know left from right yet and playing in a band that’s going nowhere further than a garage. I feel so unfulfilled and this treasure hunting thing is gonna start a whole new life for me.”

“I see the appeal of it. I really do. It’s just…. I’ve patched Sam up before. His injuries are almost fatal sometimes. I can’t even tell you how many bullets I’ve dug out of the man! The amount of stitches…. and the thought of you being shot at doesn’t feel very good. I don’t want you to end up on my table at work one night...”

“So then trust me. Trust that I know what I’m doing. I’m never gonna be able to do it if no one lets me!”

“I see…” she said nodding. She tapped her beer bottle with her fingernails and looked off somewhere.

“And for the record, I was gonna go through with it whether anyone approved or not. It’s my decision…” I mumbled. When I looked up briefly, she donned an impressed expression. With that, she raised her bottle to me.

“Then let's toast to it.” She grinned.

“To life without limits.” I managed to say. We clinked glasses and sipped our drinks before I took a deep sigh. Just then, a hot plate with a fat burger was placed before me. “I’m starving!” I growled, decorating my burger with a bit of black pepper and ketchup. The Hangover burger. Easily my favorite burger. A thick meat patty topped with bacon, hash browns, and a sunny side up egg with lettuce and onion. I placed the toasted bun atop the burger and bit into it immediately. How I even had the figure I did was beyond me. I ate terribly all the time. But I always hoped that my workouts would counteract my weight gain. I suddenly began to feel horrible. But the burger was so good that I decided to push away my self conscious drunk thoughts.

“Jesus girl!” My Godmother chuckled as she smacked on her fries and onion rings. “I do have another question though. Girl to girl….. what’s he like?” She asked and I damn near choked on my burger.

“I’m sorry, what?” I laughed.

“What’s he like? I mean… how is he?” She whispered to me, wiggling her eyebrows and I cackled. My Godmother was adorable on all fronts. I blushed as I bit into a fry.

“Romantically…. he’s the sweetest… he asks the most pure things of me sometimes and I’m not used to it. Sexually?.....” I began to grin perversely, thoughts of being with him running through my head. I laughed dramatically and hysterically before groaning. “God I can wait for him to get home.” And with that, she nodded.

“Ok that’s all I need to know.” She chuckled.

We chatted all night and the conclusion was that she supported Sam and I as long as I looked out for myself. Then she drove me home. I sighed as we pulled into the driveway. It was official. Barbara was the much cooler Godparent. “I’ll keep him off your ass as much as I can. Overall, enjoy him for the rest of us.” She chuckled before going inside. As the wind blew, I wrapped my arms around me, following her into our shared home.

“Goodnight, Godfather.” I called courteously at him as he smoked his cigar silently on his bedroom balcony.

“Sleep tight, Talia.” He said as my godmother entered the room. She winked at me before closing the door.

As I entered my room, I began to sigh. I picked up my phone and began to message Anais.

Me: sooo he said he loved me…

Anna: WUT?!

#uncharted 4 #sam drake x reader smut #sam drake #samuel drake x reader #samuel drake #uncharted smut #uncharted #sam drake fanfiction #uncharted x reader #sam drake smut

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parkerspicedlatte · 6 years ago

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Disconnected-Chapter Four (Luke Hemmings)

Summary: In an alternate universe where everyone has a soulmate, Luke and his soulmate share the rarest of them all. Some people have matching tattoos, others feel each others pain/emotions, but mental connections are the least common. The connection that Luke and Lynn share is that they can hear whatever song the other is singing. When they are close together they will be able to hear each others voices but for the meantime, they can only hear the recorded versions.

Pairings: Luke Hemmings x Lynn Corby (OC)

Warnings: Content: bit of anxiety and mentions of injuries (barely enough to warrant a warning)

Featured Songs: If I Could (Jack Johnson)

“Break a leg!” Kylie told Lynn as the blonde walked up towards the small makeshift stage at the front of the bar. “Or you know, don’t. It might be embarrassing.”

“Maybe.” Lynn teased back. She stopped in front of the stage while one of the bartenders, Mitchy, set up the microphone stand.

“Well wasn’t that a treat?” Mitchy said to the crowd present, referring to the group of teen boys who had just finished playing. The small audience of about thirty people all put down their drinks to applaud as the two boys made their way off stage. The brunet looked about seventeen years old and so did the ginger. They had played a few originals and ended with an acoustic cover of Mike Posner’s ‘I Took a Pill in Ibiza.’ They did an amazing job on their songs; Lynn and Kylie were both impressed. The harmonising was perfect. Lynn would be lying if she said it hadn’t intimidated her a little. She wondered what it would be like to have somebody to play with, somebody who knew what they were doing and could critique her properly.

“Next we’d like to introduce a new face to the stage. Let’s give a warm welcome to Lynn Corby from right here in Sadowa, Ontario.” announced Mitchy. She sweetly reached for Lynn’s hand to gently pull her up onto the small platform and position her beside the mic.

Lynn thanked her then leaned over to place her dark cherry coloured Martin guitar onto a stand a few feet away from herself. Stepping up to the microphone she saw that nearly the entire audience in the small bar was looking straight at her. Yikes. Lynn swallowed the nerves that were building up in the back of her throat and breathed in deeply. In the front of the audience Kylie stood, smiling widely, giving Lynn two thumbs up.

“Hi everyone, my name’s Lynn but I guess you already know that.” she finally said earning a few chuckles from the crowd. “This is actually my first time performing in front of anybody besides my roommate who has ever so kindly dragged me into here so I’m going to keep it short, I promise.”

“Woo Lynn!” Kylie shouted from the side of the stage causing the listeners to laugh again. That was something that Kylie was good for, she had the gift that made people laugh. She never failed to lighten situations and put everybody at ease, the gift that Lynn was extremely grateful for at the moment. Not only had Kylie set the light and positive mood in the audience, she’d also managed to calm her best friend’s nerves down slightly.

Behind the guitar stood a tambourine fastened to a kick drum, a weird concoction Lynn had thought of in the middle of the night after remembering seeing one with a tassel and license plate on pinterest the day before. She referred to it as her little hobbostomper. Lynn tightened the knob attached to the pedal and brought it out front, just a few inches back from the mic stand. Finally, she reached over and grabbed her guitar, slinging the strap over her body so that it rested on her left shoulder and left the guitar hanging just above her waist.

“Okay so this first one is a cover of a favourite of mine, it’s called If I Could by Jack Johnson. I hope you enjoy it.”

Lynn’s fingers started off on the fourth and fifth fret, then slid down to the seventh, eventually making their way up to the second and fourth and down again to the ninth. She continued the pattern twice before adding the beat from the kick drum into the melody. This time around, she closed her eyes and let the lyrics roughly flow from her mouth.

A brand new baby was born yesterday just in time

Papa cried baby cried said your tears are like mine

She took a second to look out into the audience to see their reactions; big mistake. Now the nerves that she had swallowed earlier had bubbled back again and weren’t going down. Lynn was so busy thinking about how nervous she was that she’d missed the next part in the song. Instead of going right to the next line, she kept picking the pattern and stomping on the pedal but she forgot to sing the lyrics. Lynn caught Kylie’s eye. Kylie gave her an encouraging smile, mouthing for her to keep going as she knew Lynn had made a mistake from hearing the song a million times before.

Realizing that the mistake could easily be fixed, Lynn hummed a little into the mic to introduce the next line as her bare, slender, fingers continued to slide back and forth between frets.

I heard some words from a friend on the phone that didn’t sound so good

The doctors have him two weeks to live

I’d give him more if I could

She let the beats and patterns repeat themselves again a few more times before she continued onto the chorus, feeling more nervous now than she had the whole night.

You know that I would now,

If only I could

Lynn tried to focus on the words playing in her head. She was trying desperately to not mess up noticeably. Then suddenly the words felt more real to her, they felt like they were clearer, like they were right there in the front of her mind. The lyrics were coming to her strong when she realised that she wasn’t the only one singing the song.

Her blue eyes flew open and scanned the audience to see who was singing along but none were. An older couple were swaying along to the beat in the booth but not a single person was singing. There wasn’t even a single person lip-syncing. Then it hit her.

Luke, he’s singing the song with me!

Suddenly Lynn felt like she could burst from happiness. Her heart was exhilarated yet calmed at the realisation of what was going on in her head.

You know that I would now,

If only I could

The lyrics came out steady and in time with the beat. Lynn found a new courage take over her body as she began to sway back and forth to her own beat, all of her nerves dissolving into nothings as she closed her eyes and let the voice in her head take her through the song.

Down the middle drops one more grain of sand

They say that new life makes losin’ life easier to understand

It was as if she felt his lips move at the same time as hers; his tongue wrap around the same words. Never had Lynn felt so close to her soulmate, Luke, she’d never felt so close to Luke.

Words are kind they help ease the mind I miss my old friend

And thou you gotta go we’ll keep a piece of your soul

One goes out one goes in

You know that I would now,

If only I could now

You know that I would now,

If only I could now

Lynn pulled her foot away from the kick drum and let her fingers dance over the last few slides down the fret board before ending in one final strum. The audience applauded politely. Kylie, being Kylie, cheered loudly, nearly scaring the pint from the hand of the fellow that had been trying to chat her up moments earlier.

Looking around the bar, Lynn’s heart felt like it was going to burst from happiness. She would be sure to thank Luke for singing along to the song one day.

***

Luke slugged out of his bedroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen. He dragged his feet with every step. The blond opened the cupboard above the oven but frowned at the absence of the cereal box he was looking for.

“Morning.” Luke jumped slightly at the voice behind him, causing him to bump his head on the open cupboard door.

“Oh mother f-” Luke groaned at the pain shooting through his skull. “Morning.” he seethed clutching the top of his head.

“Rough night?” Michael grinned at Luke taking in his messy hair that stuck out in every which way, the unusually rumpled pyjama bottoms and his one sock-less foot. Michael also looked like he hadn’t slept that night. His entire left arm, hand, and the little bit of stomach that was visible was covered in ink, a late night conversation with his mystery half.

“I haven’t slept in two days.” mumbled Luke, “So yeah, you can say that.”

“Trouble in paradise?” asked Calum entering into both the kitchen and the conversation at hand.

“Well she’s definitely in a different time zone than us right now.” grumbled Luke. “She’s been singing the same damn song three days straight and if that wasn’t bad enough, she only does it at three or four in the morning. It’s exhausting.”

“Well I am so glad that you are the only one with that connection,” Calum stated, “If it’s as serious as you say it is our soulmates would all be ready to kill us all by the time we meet them for all the times that we kept them up.”

For a moment a flash of guilt crossed Luke’s mind at the thought of his soulmate suffering through what he did last night on the daily. He really had nothing to complain about. This was the first time she’d kept him awake at night, whereas Luke was sure he’d done the same to her for months on end throughout the year. He couldn’t imagine how frustrated she must get with him. Luke wouldn’t blame her for one minute if she were mad at him when they finally did meet.

With a sigh Luke continued his search for the box of cereal. Finally spotting it on the counter next to the sink, he reached over to pour himself a bowl and then place the box back into the cupboard where it belonged.

“Hey guess what?” Ashton said appearing in the doorway of the kitchen, receiving the attention of all three men in the room. “I just got a message from August, who we met at the party last Saturday. He’s invited us to stay at his cottage for a week while he’s away. I guess he had some other people lined up but they pulled out last minute.”

“Sounds like fun. Where is it?” Michael mumbled with a mouthful of his breakfast.

“Some small town called Sadowa, it’s in Canada, a few hours from Toronto. It’s not really on a map, more like a side community off of an actual city.” Ashton informed them, “Totally private.”

“Well I’m in.” said Michael without even a second thought.

“Me too.” Calum chimed in. “What about you, Luke? You probably need a break more than any of us.” he said referring to Luke’s complete dishevelled appearance.

Luke thought about it for a moment. There really wasn’t a reason for him to not go. His next appointment with Doctor Browning wasn’t for another two weeks and everything else could be rain checked.

“Yeah I’m in, get me out of here.”

“Great, I’ll let him know.” Ashton said, reaching up to grab a plate from beside the bowls. He winced slightly, having almost gone unnoticed if Michael hadn’t caught it.

“What’s she been up to?” he asked. Everyone in the room knew what the question meant despite the vagueness of it.

Ashton sighed placing the plate on the counter. “You know I have no idea but whatever it is, it can’t be good. Lots of running, think she fell a few times, oh and check this out-” Ashton lifted his shirt to reveal an array of fresh blue and purple bruises littering his left ribs, stretching out to touch his left shoulder and meet with his right ribs. “I think she got into a fight. I swear, when I meet her I am going to swaddle her in bubble wrap so she doesn’t keep getting hurt.”

“How bad does that one hurt?” asked Luke.

“Pretty bad, I don’t even want to think about how much pain she’s in today. God, I hope she takes it easy for a while, for her own sake more than mine. I woke up thinking somebody was running over my chest with a lawnmower.”

Calum stayed silent in the midst of the conversation. None of the men seemed to notice. They were now all complaining about what their soulmates were doing throughout the night. Calum couldn’t help but to feel left out. He was the only one who didn’t have any information about his other half to add. While he assumed that he would eventually get a soulmate tattoo when he was ready, he was still insecure about the fact that he had no known connection to his soulmate, whoever they were.

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theolddarkmachine · 5 years ago

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Imaginary- Chapter Two

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

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A/N: Just a couple quick notes on this world to avoid possible confusion. Bakugou is an imaginary friend, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist. There’s a whole bunch of imaginary friends who all work together and are assigned to kids by Administrators. They appear to kids based on whatever they need, so while some kids do end up with imaginary friends who look like kids, Bakugou appears to Eri as an adult.

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Bakugou Katsuki huffs an annoyed sound as he shifts against the embrace of the large bean bag chair beneath him. Crossing his arms over his chest in defiance, he tilts his chin upwards at the Administrator. The man before him is gaunt, almost swimming in a bright yellow suit that would have matched the messy mop of hair on top of his head if it wasn’t streaked through with grey.

Leaning forward on his desk, braced by his forearms, the Administrator holds his glare as he waits for him to say whatever is on his mind. Because he knows there is something on Katsuki’s mind.

There’s always something on Katsuki’s mind.

“And why do you want me with some timid brat again?” He asks, eyes flicking down to the desk as if he can see the profile open on it. Instead, his eyes land on the nameplate that stands between them like some sort of shield.

Yagi Toshinori, it reads in gleaming gold.

The man was a hero of sorts in their workplace.

Imaginary friends are meant to help those who have forgotten how to smile, he had proudly proclaimed, cementing his status in the friend hall of fame, and also landing himself a promotion to the top seat as the Administrator.

As far as anyone in their line of work knew, he was the only imaginary friend to ever move up.

And sitting across from him, Katsuki can understand why. Even now he has a smile pasted across his aging mug, as if his very decisions weren’t being questioned, but rather praised.

Katsuki finds himself wondering if the great Yagi Toshinori is really just as good a mediator as the office legends say, or if he’s just fucking senile.

“You need a change of pace, young Bakugou,” he boasts loudly, his smile somehow growing wider as he links his fingers and leans even further forward against his desk. “When was the last time you had a friend give you a challenge?”

That’s one hell of a loaded question, Katsuki thinks, sinking further into the blue pleather hug of the bean bag and ignoring the way it squeaks ever so slightly with his movement.

Never, was the answer.

Being a friend was all he had ever known, starting from whatever point of existence they all came from to now. He had never been challenged because there was nothing else to it. He was an imaginary friend. Yagi told him where to go, he befriended who was told to befriend, raised some hell, then moved on.

It wasn’t really science, and it wasn’t like there was a brat that could challenge him, anyway.

That much he grumbles under his breath, not looking at the Administrator and his unimpressed look as he sighs.

“It will be good for you,” Yagi says, voice full of authority and signaling the end of the conversation.

Taking the dismissal for what it is, he pushes himself out of the beanbag, doing his best to act as cool as possible about it. The act seems to fall flat as he hears a low laugh from the man, causing him to bristle at the sound.

“Maybe you’ll even learn something,” he adds, voice full of wonder and what sounds a lot like some kind of inside joke where Katsuki just might be the punchline.

“What the hell is a kid supposed to teach me,” Katsuki growls, waving his hand in a dismissive goodbye as he makes his way to the exit.

“Even imaginary friends need to grow up, young Bakugou,” the Administrator calls as Katsuki reaches the heavyset door. His words give him pause as his hand rests on the red mahogany surface of the polished oak.

There’s a moment that stands stark and still between them before Katsuki breaks it.

“Yeah, yeah,” he growls, pushing the door open and stepping over the threshold and into the hall. “Whatever the fuck that means, old man.”

***

Midoriya Eri, age 4, adopted.

Almost a victim of human trafficking thanks to yakuza fucks.

Painfully quiet.

Possibly a daddy’s girl.

Katsuki runs through his own revision the girl’s profile in his head for the umpteenth as he sits at the dining room table waiting for her to get up. Even paraphrased, it still didn’t make any sense to him.

No matter how many times he had parsed the pages in the folder, he still hadn’t been able to quite figure out why the Administrator had thought that he would be the right fit over someone like Pinky.

Or Shitty Hair.

Hell, even that damn Peppermint Head.

But Katsuki? The imaginary friend widely known around the office for being the sole reason why playing Heroes and Villains was expressly banned due to a minor explosion that may or may not have even been his fault?

Shaking his head, Katsuki slouches low into the seat, watching Eri’s dad possibly contemplate drowning himself in the scalding cup of coffee before him.

Poor bastard, he thinks as he watches the green haired man sigh heavily.

Midoriya Izuku, his mind supplies.

Age 26, single.

Rescued Eri from said yakuza fucks. Adopted her before she could enter the foster system.

Painfully tired.

Possibly addicted to caffeine.

He seemed like an upstanding citizen if he had ever seen one. If the profile was correct, Midoriya had been well on his way to the higher ranks of the police force in Tokyo before taking the young girl in.

A possible mental break, and some certified burnout later, and the guy was back in this small shit hole town with some serious baggage. Both of the emotional and eye varieties.

Katsuki would be a liar if he said he didn’t kind of admire him. He may not have known anything else aside from his job as a friend, but he sure as shit can guess that he also wouldn’t take the sudden turnaround in lifestyle very well.

At least it seemed as if he was doing a decent enough job with Eri.

She clearly cared about him. His influence had shone through, shiny and annoying, when he’d finally met her a few days earlier and it had almost caused him to strike out before he could even befriend her.

I don’t talk to strangers, Eri had said, not even bothering to look up from the sand castle she was crafting.

Then, when Katsuki had made a sound of indignant surprise, she’d gone on to say her Daddy Izuku was a cop and could kick his butt.

I’d like to see him try, Katsuki had grumbled, unprepared for the glare that shot straight through him when Eri had finally looked up from her hard work.

As it turned out, the kid had some spunk after all, and she had been prepared to show him just how much damn spunk in the name of defending her adopted dad.

Katsuki didn’t know Midoriya, but he knows that the cop is damn lucky Katsuki has some cool magic tricks up his sleeve that eventually buttered her up.

So you’re really my imaginary friend? She had asked after seeing every trick he knew, the sparkle of wonder in her eyes dampened by a hint of lingering suspicion.

On my life, kid, he’d answered as he’d held up three fingers with his left hand and crossed his heart with his right. Scout’s honor.

For how long? She’d countered, curious now.

For as long as you need, Katsuki had answered with a shrug. It wasn’t much of an answer but was as good as he could give. There wasn’t a time limit on how long imaginary friends stuck around. They would be there until they weren’t needed anymore, but that was too much of a concept to give a kid.

It had seemed to be all that the girl needed, though, before she’d pointed at the sand next to her and ordered him to help her finish the tower she was working on.

Midoriya’s world weary sigh pulled Katsuki’s focus to him once more.

He looks fucking tired, Katsuki thought before he heard the soft shuffle of feet.

Eri had the same tired look as her dad, down to the bird nests that they called hair, as she pulled out her chair and carefully climbed into it. The main difference, though, was that Eri’s sleepy demeanor would ease after some of those chocolate donuts Midoriya had on the table and probably an hour of actually being awake.

“Good morning,” Midoriya says, voice still sandpaper as he pushed the plastic container closer to the young girl, whose eyes light up slightly at the sight of chocolate.

“Morning, Daddy Izuku,” Eri replies quietly before greedily grabbing one of the donuts.

“Good morning, short stack,” Katsuki says, eyeing the small donut in her hand. Her gaze pulls from the pastry in her grasp and toward him before her lips turn up in a grin. With a small movement, she gives him a two-handed donut wave.

“Pass one of those over, why don’tcha,” he says, tilting his chin towards the plastic box at the same time Midoriya asks something about milk. Eri nods, and for a moment Katsuki isn’t sure if it’s to him or her dad until she dips a hand into the container and pulls another donut out.

As she places it in front of him on the table, Katsuki finds his attention back on Midoriya as he grabs a small pink mug from a cupboard. From where he sits, it looks a lot like it says ‘Daddy’s Sidekick’ in bright, curly script.

Mentally, Katsuki scratches out possibly a daddy’s girl and revises it to definitely a daddy’s girl as he watches Midoriya shuffle around the kitchen to fill the mug with some milk.

With his eyes locked on the man’s back, Katsuki grabs the chocolate donut and stuffs the whole thing in his mouth before smiling wide. It earns him a sleepy snicker from the girl that only makes his smile grow.

“Thanks, Squirt.”

***

“So you just rest it on your finger like so,” Katsuki says, holding the sides of the ball as Eri points a finger beneath it.

“Like this?” She asks, face contorted in very serious concentration. Katsuki knows it’s serious, because her tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth.

“Just like that,” he says before nodding his head toward her other hand. “Now with that one, you’re going to put it on the ball, and when I say go, you’re going to give it a spin. Got it?”

Nodding slowly, as to not disturb the ball, Eri brings her other hand up and presses it lightly to it.

“Okay,” Katsuki breathes, flicking his gaze between the girl and the ball, trying his best not to laugh.

She just looks so damn serious over a silly ball trick. It isn’t even his best or most exciting one, but she had been adamant about learning this one.

I don’t think Grandma Inko will like if we set her house on fire, she’d said matter-of-factly when he’d offered to teach her a different one involving sparklers. At the time, he’d mentally cursed Midoriya for instilling the girl with too good of morals.

But now he thinks he can forgive him if only because the pipsqueak is at least giving him a good laugh.

Pausing in order to let the moment fill with tension, Katsuki counts to 20 in his mind, waiting until the exact second he’s certain Eri is going to pop with her excitement.

“Go!” He yells, quickly pulling back. Keeping his hands in the air, he watches as the ball stays on her finger for a quarter of a breath before it falls off the side of her finger with a dead thud on the grass.

DOA, he thinks sadly, painfully aware of the silence around them as Eri stares over at where the ball has stopped rolling. It’s one second, then it’s two, and then before he can get to three, he watches as she throws her head back with a loud laugh.

“Again!” She cries, pushing herself up to jog toward the ball. Picking it up, she brings it back over, sitting once more and adopting her super serious face before holding it up to him.

Taking it from her grasp, he kneels in front of her and holds the ball between his hands and waits for her to touch her finger to the bottom.

“So, kid,” he starts, watching as she squints harder at the ball as if she can find some answer to making it stay on her finger when she spins it, “what’s your dad’s deal?”

“What’s a deal?” Eri asks, cocking her head to the side as she pulls her hand back from the ball. With a tug at the bottom of her shirt, she uses the fabric to wipe at it before resetting it to the ball’s bottom and nodding as if it had made some huge difference.

“You know, why he looks,” Katsuki takes a hand away to gesture vaguely at his face, “like that?”

Tearing her gaze from the ball and fixing it on him, Eri’s eyebrows go up in question.

“Pretty?” She asks in that stupidly earnest way that kids have. It’s the first time he finds himself at a loss for words over something one of his friends has said.

“The fu—” he starts before stopping himself, biting the curse in half between his teeth and breathing in deeply. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Katsuki drops his head back, screwing his eyes shut against the bright sun above and doing a quick count to five.

Pretty was not what he had meant, though if he was being truthful, Midoriya did have an appealing quality to him.

Maybe it was the stupid spatter of freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks. Maybe it was the soft way he spoke with Eri in a way that was wholly different from what he was used to in his friends’ parents. Maybe it was those stupid curls that looked intentional, though Katsuki knew better after having seen the bedhead chaos from that morning.

But all of that was none of the brat’s damn business.

“No,” he growls when he resurfaces from his quick reset. Dropping his hand back to the ball and looking at Eri once more, he continues, “stressed as hell.”

“Oh,” she says, shoulders hunching around her ears as her frame and voice go small. Katsuki is sure she doesn’t fully understand what he means, by the way he can see the wheels turning in her mind, and he’s ready to rephrase again when she finally speaks up.

“I think he’s still sad we had to move. He really liked it in Tokyo.”

Katsuki supposes that makes sense. He truly can’t blame Midoriya for that. In comparison, Noto doesn’t hold a candle to Tokyo. Sure, he’d never been himself but he didn’t need to visit to know that the call of a fast life and the neon lights of a city would appeal to him much more than the quiet town if he was given the chance.

“Did you like Tokyo?” He asks, genuinely curious. There hadn’t been much in Eri’s profile about her parents and her time in Tokyo aside from everything after Midoriya had saved her.

With a half shrug, noncommittal and barely a movement at all, Eri doesn’t say anything else as she gives the ball a halfhearted slap. They both watch it as it rolls pitifully across the grass and towards the garden boxes along the fence.

Mentally, Katsuki adds possible emotional constipation to his mental list of Eri traits.

He gets that. He doesn’t like to talk about feelings either.

Standing to his full height, he offers a hand to the small girl to pull her to her feet.

“Do you like it here?” He decides to ask as they make the short walk across the yard to get the ball. The question causes her to perk up, her back straightening as she runs a bit ahead of him to pick up the purple plastic ball.

“Yeah, silly Kacchan,” she says brightly, not even looking back at him as she speaks, “because I get to be friends with you!”

It’s another stupidly earnest thing that makes him pause just behind her. Katsuki has had many friends that he has helped in his time. More than he could care to try and count, yet none of them had expressed that sort of sentimentality towards him. Had they liked him? Sure, at least, he thinks. He had been regarded as a partner in crime across the nation, helping punk kids work through their various anger issues and trouble phases.

Had any of them actively shown joy about his presence? That, was a big resounding no.

Yagi’s word flit around his mind as he flounders over the compliment, doing his best to decide between heartfelt thanks and on brand bite before settling on a subject change

“So what are these,” Katsuki asks flatly, pointing a finger at the garden box. Inside there are various plants growing in carefully placed lots and clearly marked.

“Plants!” Eri says merrily as she peers down into the box and looks over the various vegetables and fruits that have worked their way out of the soil. “My Grandma Inko is a really good planter.”

“Sounds like a boring thing to be good at,” he replies without any bite, breathing a small sigh of relief that Eri isn’t old enough to question his sudden interest in the garden over what she’s said.

“It’s not boring! They start as seeds and she makes them plants!” She exclaims. It’s the shortest lesson in plant growth he’s ever heard and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

Way to sell your grandma’s skill short, kid, he thinks to himself.

“Well that sounds easy as hell. If that’s the case, then I bet anyone can be a good planter,” Katsuki says instead. Moving his stare from a particularly plump tomato, he looks to Eri to see her bright eyes already on him.

“You’re silly, not everyone can make plants,” she states, voice dropping suddenly as if she’s divulging national secrets. “Daddy Izuku says he once killed a plastic plant and those aren’t even real.”

Katsuki’s barking laugh seems to take them both by surprise as it escapes him, filling the garden around him.

This kid is a freaking riot, he thinks as he mentally adds plant murderer to his internal list of Midoriya traits. Amidst his laughter, Eri’s attention is caught by something behind them.

“Hey Daddy Izuku!” Eri says brightly as she turns over her shoulder and does an awkward walk-run to close the short distance between her and her dad. Following behind, he watches as Midoriya sinks down to her level and reaches out to gently to stroke her hair. At this angle, the sun ricochets off his green hair, pushing its coloring closer toward gemstone instead of moss. It gives it a golden touch that Katsuki would think of as ethereal if he thought about that kind of shit.

Midoriya’s voice pulls him from his thoughts as Katsuki hears him ask Eri who she’s talking to.

The girl’s eyes go slightly wide as she looks to him, the question clear in her gaze. This isn’t the first time, or even the hundredth time a parent has asked their kid about him. Usually it takes at least couple more days, but it seems the Midoriyas were going to continue to surprise him.

That was fine, it wouldn’t change anything anyway.

Shrugging in a silent go ahead, Katsuki watches Midoriya’s face as Eri proudly waves towards him and says, “this is Kacchan!”

He can see the moment that her dad realizes he’s dealing with an imaginary friend situation. That at least isn’t different from what he knows. It starts with confusion, then melts into that subtle moment of fear where Katsuki suspects parents consider the possibility of a haunting, and then finally settles into understanding usually accompanied by a tight smile.

As if almost on cue, he watches Midoriya’s lips curl slightly at their edges as he looks in his direction, still crouched as if speaking to another child.

That is also another common misconception he is both happy and annoyed to see stick.

“Hi, Kacchan, nice to meet you!” Midoriya says in a cheery voice that holds the same quality of plastic. Katsuki doesn’t bother with a reply for obvious reasons, instead opting to roll his eyes and scoff.

That’s when it happens.

A line of tension cuts across Midoriya’s shoulders as his eyes creep up and for the length of his own sharp intake of breath, Katsuki could swear the man sees him. Truly sees him. Time stalls as Midoriya seems to hold his gaze, looking up with his verdant stare. It isn’t until the man blinks that the spell breaks, and almost as soon as it had happened, the moment was gone.

Turning away with an easy smile, Midoriya tells Eri that it’s time to go home and leads her back to the house, leaving Katsuki in the middle of the yard with a steady stream of what the fuck running around his mind.

He could swear Midoriya had seen him, or at the very least, heard him. The burn of his stare still prickles his skin as if it’s still on him even though the man has his back to him. Rubbing gently at the space over his heart where the ache seems to be radiating, Katsuki lets out an uneasy breath that he wasn’t even aware he was holding.

“What the fuck?” He asks to the empty yard before disappearing with a small pop.

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#bkdk #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #writing bakugou pov is fun yall lol #also i saw heroes rising today and it was a grand time #id like to thank whomever decided to make nine that pretty and have jyb voice him #id also like to thank whomever decided to make the entire last third of the movie that neat to watch lol

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doublenuzlocke · 5 years ago

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Entry #3: Explosions in the Desert

((aka does this even count as an AU I just moved them to a different Pokemon game ;;;;;

but also I am a sucker for adding Colosseum onto everything can you tell that I really, REALLY want to rewrite the whole game ;;;; ))

“We’ve been stranded here for days and it’s your fault!”

“How is it my fault that you got bored and decided to gamble all our travel funds away and then get banned from the casino?”

Gold rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. But you’re the one who wanted to visit Pyrite in the first place.”

“We couldn’t go straight from Phenac to Agate, it’s too far!”

Kotone huffed at him and he could see that he wasn’t about to win this argument. He let out an aggravated breath and stepped down. “Fine. I’m gonna go see if we can find some help.”

“Don’t go out by yourself, this place is dangerous!”

Kotone still looked angry, but her concern shone through. Gold pulled the two Poke Balls off his belt and held them up for her to see. For emphasis. “I’m not alone, Kotone.”

She looked torn for a moment, debating whether or not to allow him to leave. In the end, she flipped open her ‘gear and turned away. “Don’t go too far, I’m calling up Norman so he can come get us.”

“Not that asshole.” Gold shuddered at the thought of his dad arriving to scold him for his inconsiderate recklessness. Not to mention how angry his mom was gonna be when she found out. He cringed and left their hotel room. “Ugh, this really sucks.”

Even if he pulled out Chocobo or Mom to complain to, they’d just agree with Kotone that he’d been the one being an ass here. Well, that Casino was the one who’d cheated him, first! He’d noticed their underhanded tactics and lying, telling him he’d lost when he’d clearly won, but they seemed to have the city’s police in the palm of their hands and had him thrown out for his troubles.

Sulking, Gold wandered the dirty city’s battle square, ready for a fight to release some steam. He caught sight of a duo with a Whismur and a Lotad battling a Chaser girl with a Dustox and an Oddish. That didn’t seem entirely fair. Still, the Chaser managed to take out the duo’s Lotad and one of them sent out a Makuhita next.

The moment the Makuhita came into sight, Gold froze. It seemed wrong somehow, surrounded by a dark aura and drained of colour. Without any issues, it beat both the opponent Pokemon, then turned on its partner.

The duo quickly withdrew their Pokemon (the Whismur and the Makuhita), then collected their prize money. And Gold should’ve known better. He should’ve listened to Kotone and returned right back to her. But the warning bells in his head were going off too loudly for his common sense to kick in and he approached the duo, determination in his steps.

“Hey, nice battle.” He grinned and waved, greeting them with his best faux friendliness act. The two warily turned their attention to him and he continued, going directly for the kill. “Must be easy to beat up some unsuspecting chumps with an illegal Pokemon like that.”

The two of them hesitated before the one with the orange Mohawk spoke up. “What’re you talking about, ‘illegal Pokemon’? How could such a thing exist?”

“I dunno.” Gold shrugged, keeping up his act of friendly innocence. “You tell me why your Makuhita there was weirdly dark and powerful enough to take down a Pokemon it should be ineffective against.”

The two shared a look, then brandished their Poke Balls at him. “Those are fighting words if I ever heard any. Don’t you agree, Trudly?”

“I’d say you’re right there, Folly.” The other sneered and they sent out their Pokemon, the Whismur and dark Makuhita. “Let’s demonstrate why you don’t come 'round here asking too many questions.”

Gold smirked, confident that Chocobo and Mom could handle these losers. The Makuhita, though, charged right towards him. He didn’t get a chance to even send his team out. It punched him right in the gut and the shock, along with the impact, knocked him out immediately.

Crys hated sand.

She hated sand, the heat, and the general lawlessness of the land.

But complaining about Orre wasn’t about to help her get a plane ticket outta there, so she had to keep fighting and living in spite of all that she hated.

If she just continued playing along with Snagem, then she could make enough for the gas to get to Agate. As long as they believed she was a loyal scientist, then she could plan out her betrayal without any of them being the wiser.

Maybe in another life she could’ve studied Shadow Pokemon more, researched into why Orre had no wild Pokemon when other regions’ deserts could support their wildlife, done something useful with her life. As it was, she could only bide her time until she could make her escape.

Luckily, she wasn’t the only voice of discontent amongst the ranks. Another grunt, Silver, was also itching to blow the joint (though he was a fantastic actor, keeping his stony expression as he discussed a plan to bomb the place with her) and agreed to work with her to cause a ruckus in exchange for getting out. It’d taken zero convincing on her part, which was fine and dandy since he was a valuable addition to her plan with his knowledge on explosives.

They blew the place up, stole the snag machine, and never looked back. If they hadn’t needed to stop for gas at the old train pit stop, they might’ve gone straight to Unova. Maybe further. Crys was just so glad to finally be out.

While Crys handled filling up the bike, Silver decided to check out the small establishment. The news was all ready reporting on their coup of the blown Snagem base, but Silver ignored it in favour of ordering some waters for him and Crys. Two of the patrons, however, stood and rushed out after the report ended. Might’ve been two lowly grunts, who cared? Silver paid the nice bartender, then left to rejoin Crys.

“That was Trudly and Folly.” She remarked as soon as he was within speaking distance. He grimaced, prompting her to continue and please explain why that should’ve mattered to him at all. “They had a sack in the back of their vehicle. I thought maybe they’d stolen some Pokemon, but it was too big to be just a stash of Poke Balls.”

Again, Silver regarded her with his very unamused stare. “And why would that be our concern?”

“Silver, they might’ve kidnapped someone.” She frowned at him. “We should really try to stop them.”

She had such a lawful mentality. He often wondered how Snagem had managed to keep her for so long. He also wasn’t willing to try to talk her out of this. It was her bike, after all. With a heavy sigh, he hopped into the sidecar. “They’ll be heading to Phenac.”

She relaxed in relief, then climbed onto the bike proper to start it up. “Right. Let’s see if we can stop them before they reach the 'mayor’.”

The bike’s engine roared to life and they took off, out into the open desert. Silver pulled his goggles on as she flicked her visor down over her eyes. He’d heard from a terrified scientist that she’d been the one closest to the explosion when they’d been trying to create the first snagging device prototype, but it never seemed to stop her. Now she wore the fruits of that experiment, the smaller and portable model, on her arm.

Learning about her had been useful at the time, but they’d soon go on their separate ways. Silver needn’t worry over any potential weaknesses her scar might cause her. He didn’t have to worry over her figuring out his own weaknesses, either.

They arrived at Phenac after a couple of hours and found Trudly and Folly, the two inept idiots, attempting to carry the burlap sack that clearly held a human body inside through the main plaza. Silver almost didn’t want to intervene, curious as to how far they’d make it before they were captured by the authorities. However, Crys had all ready leapt up to confront them, so Silver begrudgingly followed suit.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Crys shouted at them.

They jumped, fumbling and dropping their body in a sack as a consequence. A muffled groan of pain came from it and Silver was almost impressed. How two failures like them could’ve managed to actually kidnap a human being was a fortuitous amount of bullshit he couldn’t even begin to imagine. Trudly held up his hands, pleading. “What? Whaddaya want with us? We’re busy, that’s what.”

“Yeah, we’re busy.” Folly added in, crouching to attempt to gather the sack back up. “We’ve got a real catch here and the Mayor asked us to–”

“Shut up!”

Trudly hissed and Folly did, in fact, shut up. Unfortunately for them, that’s when the sack started shouting. “Help! Get me outta here! Murderers!”

Folly shook the sack roughly. “We ain’t murderers, we’re kidnappers! Get it right!”

Trudly smacked the back of Folly’s head. “You idiot!” He glanced up at Crys and Silver, then around the plaza. The noise was drawing a crowd. Trudly growled and yanked Folly to his feet. “We gotta ditch, else Mirror B’s gonna make us sit through another punishment concert. He’ll be hearing about you from us, Crys!”

After hurling a last (and laughably ineffective) threat, Trudly dragged Folly off, out of the city’s entrance. Crys went to give chase, then stopped herself. She let out a tired exhale and approached the sack, motioning for Silver to follow her. “You all right in there?”

“Unless a bruised gut and some probably cracked ribs count as 'fine’, then nope, not at all, thanks.”

Both Crys and Silver were taken aback by the response, having not expected one. Crys tugged at the knot keeping the sack tied shut and, reluctantly, Silver knelt down to help. She spoke with conviction, if a bit distracted by the task at hand. “Once we get you out of there, we’ll take you to the Centre here so you can get more help. That sound good?”

“Sure, yeah, as long as it’s not here, I’m sure it’ll be great.”

They got the knot untied and carefully removed the bag to reveal a guy, probably around their age, with black hair and dried blood around his mouth. Crys winced at the sight. “They got you good. Need some help or are you okay to stand on your own?”

“I think I can do it myself.” The guy tested his legs, gritting his teeth with every movement. They really needed to get this guy to a Centre. He managed to stand, holding an arm to his stomach, and grinned half-heartedly at them. “Thanks, by the way. I’m Gold, nice to meet'cha.”

Crys softened and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Crys. And this is Silver. Careful, now.”

She directed Gold towards the PokeCentre, which was thankfully not too far away. It was also nice that she’d introduced Silver for him, as if she’d known he wasn’t about to do it himself. This seemed dangerous, but it wasn’t like they had much of a choice. If they’d simply left, they’d draw even more attention, after all. Silver rolled his eyes, but followed after them. It’d at least be interesting to hear this Gold’s explanation on how this even happened.

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by Brittany B. | 10/30/2019

The Queerblr is honored to present the cover art for Grimmer Intentions, the second installment of the Tales from the Grim series by Jodi Hutchins!

She screwed up. She broke protocol. She saved a life. Grim Reaper Margo Petrov may have resurrected a drowned surfer on the brink of death, but she isn’t earning any awards or receiving employee of the month from Corporate; she’s under more scrutiny from the Grim governing body than ever before. Since she has a massive secret that could spell disaster if revealed, she sure as hell doesn’t want to be in the spotlight, in any form.

Margo vows to keep her head down and stay out of trouble, reaping her quota of spirits lest she cause more problems for herself and the woman she saved with an illegal blood bond. She certainly shouldn’t be opening doors to the Fae lands or offering her neck to an Empusa woman suffering from bloodlust, but Margo’s laundry list of bad decisions keeps growing. With the threat of becoming decommissioned by Corporate looming in her periphery, Margo stumbles deeper into the politics of her people and soon realizes their intentions are far worse than she initially thought.

I MEAN LOOK AT IT!

I don’t normally talk about the cover art of a book in my reviews, but when I read The Grim Assistant in July, I remember really enjoying the cover art because it is vastly different than most of books in its genre. The wispy Grim Reaper on the horizon and the singular silhouette of a woman along the water is starkly different than often scantily clad, provocatively posed women of both the romance and paranormal genres. The cover is not only refreshing, but intriguing to new readers, too. The old saying goes “don’t judge a book by its cover,” but when the cover is refreshing to look at, chances are you’re going to be more inclined at least flip through the pages. And when you flips through the pages of this one (or read the excerpts available online), I promise you won’t be disappointed.

And when you place the cover art of both books side by side, it is abundantly clear that you’re reading the same series because we have the same wispy reaper and a woman silhouetted on the water’s edge and small details on both women that are crucial to their particular story arcs:

I’ve had the pleasure of reading Grimmer Intentions and, let me tell you, I thoroughly enjoyed it! The book takes place immediately after the ending of The Grim Assistant. Grimmer Intentions follows the perspectives of two characters that readers met in the first book who couldn’t be more opposite and they both have substantially different and dire circumstances they deal with throughout the book.

My two second review of Grimmer Intentions is that the tension is on point, the characters are unique and varied, the main two protagonists have distinct individual character arcs and organic chemistry that grows from frenemies to lovers with the help of some precarious situations. This book further develops the world the Hutchins established in The Grim Assistant and sets up the series for another installment and introduces a fun new cast of diverse queer characters. Grimmer Intentions isn’t even out yet and I’m already excited for the whatever book three holds for the Tales from the Grim series.

Without further ado, here is an exclusive excerpt from Grimmer Intentions:

A gentle breeze caressed her face, soft and rippling like the ocean that lay beyond the sandy beach. The sand nearly scorched the bare soles of her feet, and the sun poured warmth over her back. Glancing up, Jackie took in the otherworldly hues of the sky, visible brushstrokes lining the silver clouds.

A lucid dream, she realized. Months had passed since she’d experienced one, and the revelation along with the strange recent events of her life left her with a deep foreboding. Glossy water licked the shore, spilling over the sand before receding back. She’d been to this dream beach before, nestling herself under the ever-present warmth from the sun and enjoying the calm. Meditation brought her to the same place.

Serenity. Peace. Tranquility. These qualities kept bringing her back to the only place she could find her balance. She was free from the physical stressors of keeping her beast at bay, holding back the bloodlust associated with her being, and splitting her two lives apart. Nothing bad would come of her here in her safe place, and she didn’t have to veil herself in a disguise, depending upon who she was around.

A murder of crows flew overhead before dipping into the ocean. With each wave, they bobbed along with the oddly colored water. Streams of dark blue swirled with gray dappled with white brushstrokes. The painted landscape elicited a smile from Jackie, and she continued her walk down the beach. Puffy white clouds obscured the tangerine-tinged sun, causing thick rays to shimmer over the sand. Oh, how she wanted to paint the scene in front of her, to capture the elegance of the orange-glazed sand or the crows afloat on the water’s surface. Light flickered in her line of sight, and she yanked her gaze from the bobbing black birds to the assaulting ray.

Jackie squinted to see where the glint had originated from. None other than Margo the Grim lounged against an overturned lifeguard stand, shaving a piece of driftwood with a thick pocketknife. The sun reflected on the metal surface and shone into Jackie’s eyes again as she started toward the enigmatic woman.

The scenario was very similar to when the two women met for the first time in Brent’s home. Margo’s lip ring had caught a glimmer of light, shining directly in Jackie’s eyes. Shortly after that, Margo had accidentally called her a vampire, and upon Jackie correcting her, Margo’s response had been rude, leading Jackie to kick her in the leg. She assumed this is where her subconscious conjured the action from.

But this is different, Jackie thought. She’d dreamt of people before but couldn’t recall the last time she’d brought someone within her place of serenity. Of course, Margo was Jackie’s own doing, her own mental depiction of the Grim, dressed in red flannel pajamas, not that Jackie could ever imagine Margo wearing such an outfit to bed. Margo appeared so out of place but completely where she belonged.

“Hi,” Jackie said as she stopped next to the lifeguard stand.

Margo looked up and smiled wide. “Well, isn’t this fucking weird?” Her cerulean gaze was the strangest color Jackie had the pleasure to see. Margo’s eyes reminded her of a precious stone she found at the beach one day, the vibrant azure kyanite calling to her from beneath the tawny sand. She still had the rock, tucked away in the tiny tin box beside her pillow along with a few other gems. However, a fire shifted alight within the woman’s eyes, casting flames in the irises, something Jackie had never witnessed before meeting Margo. Whimsical. The last word Jackie would ever associate with the woman sitting on the ground had become the only descriptor relatively close to defining Margo in that moment.

“Sit with me,” Margo offered, scooting over.

Jackie settled beside Margo, who lifted her arm and wrapped it around Jackie. Surprisingly, she found the contact incredibly comforting, and she nestled into Margo’s side. This was definitely new.

“There’s something to be said about the beauty of a crow’s shadow,” Margo muttered, her voice far off.

Jackie smiled. “What does that mean?”

Turning to face her, Margo offered her a crooked smirk. “I don’t know but it sounded good, didn’t it? It makes about as much sense as me being here. I feel like I stepped into one of your paintings.”

The black bird hopped over, tilting its head to gaze up at Jackie. She held out her hand and the creature jumped onto the presented palm with a flutter of their wings. “I have to admit, I love crows. I think my background is to blame for that. Pretty sure all good Empusae have to love black cats and crows.”

Margo chuckled. “I think that’s a prerequisite, yeah?” The crow fluttered away.

Sighing, Jackie relaxed against Margo, placing her hand on Margo’s thigh, surprised when warmth spread through her from their contact. “Usually when I have these dreams, I’m the only cognitive individual. I mean, besides the occasional talking animal. Why are you here?” Jackie didn’t expect an answer because she didn’t know why Margo was here. Obviously, the woman beside her wasn’t really Margo, not in her dreams. The woman next to her was nothing but a figment of her own imagination, no matter how her subconscious rendered the real Margo.

“I don’t know.” Margo averted her gaze. “I wanted to be with you.”

“With me?”

Margo blinked, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth. “Yeah. I don’t know what any of this means. Fuck, maybe I’m having an existential crisis.” Margo laughed loudly to her own inside joke that Jackie didn’t get. “There’s just something about you, and I can’t figure out what it is. I don’t think it’s only because of the whole bitey thing, which is amazing, by the way.” She smirked, cupping her hand under Jackie’s jawline. “You’re incredible.”

Jackie flung her hair over a shoulder. “You’re just addicted to me.”

Sincerity passed Margo’s face. “Yeah, I think I am. I wanted to text you but thought that would’ve been too weird.” She smirked. “Not that this is any less weird,” she said, glancing around at the painted seascape in front of them.

Jackie also gazed out at the water lapping at the shoreline, noting the soft brushstrokes of white foam lingering on the water’s edge, the textured grains of sand at her feet. The calming rush of the ocean lolled Jackie into a comfort, one she sought when she came to this spot to be alone, to meditate. To share the intimate location with anyone besides the occasional talking animal was something she wasn’t accustomed to.

“Jackie.”

She turned to Margo again. “Yeah?”

“We can’t be a couple.”

A painful pang drenched Jackie’s brief serenity. “What are you talking about?”

Margo frowned, her expression uncomfortable. “I have to leave; well, I might have to leave the country.”

“Why?”

Leaning forward, Margo wrapped her arms around her knees, bunching up her pajama pants. Jackie never imagined witnessing fear on Margo’s features, but she couldn’t deny the dread marring her expression. “I can’t tell you, but I have to leave America. There’s so much going on with Corporate, and leaving might be my best option, for everyone’s sake.”

“You have to leave here?” Jackie whispered. No, she rationalized, this all stemmed from the talk she had with Ezra—the conversation about weird things happening with the Grim. Jackie shook her head, as if to shoo away the weird dream. It didn’t work.

Margo peered up at the textured sky as a cotton candy cloud drifted by, her face pensive. “Yeah, maybe. Probably.” She lowered her head and looked at Jackie. “If it comes down to it, I won’t have a choice, Jackie.”

“Yes, you do, there’s always a choice. Why can’t you just stay?”

“Seriously, you have no idea. That’s not your fault; it’s mine.” She paused, shaking her head, then parting her lips as if to speak again but glanced down at her hands instead. Firelight twinkled in her eyes before she vanished from Jackie’s dream completely, a vapor of mist left in her wake. A chill crept into Jackie’s being, and she wrapped her own arms around herself as the cloud where Margo sat dissipated.

“I have some sick sense of creativity,” she said to the crows meandering in the sand a few feet from her.

One of them bobbed its head at her and winked a black button eye. “I concur,” the crow rasped.

Jackie withdrew her flip-flop from her right foot and threw it at the crow, rolling her eyes as she forced herself to wake up.

Grimmer Intentions will be released on December 9th and is available for pre-sale on NineStar Press. If you choose to pre-purchase the book through NineStar Press, you’ll get access to the book three days in advance (December 6)!

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The Tides Have Turned-Part 5

A/N: This is my old work, The Tides Have Turned. It is a complete story that I am reposting on this blog so the work isn’t lost and can be found for those interested :)

Five

Nate’s POV I had a pretty restless night’s sleep. Thoughts of y/n kept me tossing and turning in the bed. I felt bad, Swazz probably wanted to kill me for making so much noise. I laid on my back staring at the ceiling, contemplating what to do. I ran a hand through my hair and turned to check the time on my phone. 9:00 AM Well I guess now’s as good a time as ever to get up. I make my way over to the closet and pulled out a pair of flannel lounge pants and pulled them on over my boxers. I didn’t bother to grab a shirt because I knew it would be a while before the guys would stir. They would sleep until dinner if you’d let them. I make my way down the staircase and stopped momentarily to stare at the incredible view of the beach. The entire living room was flooded with light from the huge windows. I could see the trees sway slightly, it must be a beautiful day. I round the back of the couch and walk into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. I instantly smelled fresh ground coffee-somebody was already up.

I walked back into the living room with my drink, about to head back upstairs, when something moving caught my eye. There she was, gently swaying on the swinging bench on the back porch. Of course, she’s up. She loved the way the morning time was so peaceful. I tread carefully over to the sliding glass doors and stared at her for a minute before she noticed I was here. She sat in pale blue silk robe, fuzzy socks on her feet and her coffee mug clutched tightly in her hands. Her eyes were closed, her breaths even and slow. She must have sensed my presence because she slowly turned towards me opening her eyes. “Hey” she said sweetly. She was in a good mood. I made a mental note to not say anything to fuck this up.

“Hi” I say rubbing the back of my neck. “Wanna sit?” She asked arching a brow. I nod and eagerly join her, the two of us now rocking in sync. This was it, I needed to get us back on good terms.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She asks staring at the ocean. “Mhm” I agree, but I wasn’t looking at the ocean. “Y/n I don’t know what got into me last night. I think I had too much to drink, and G and I were beefin’ over something before the trip and I guess it all just pent up.” Lie. All lies. I knew what my motives were, but if she wanted to be with Gilinsky and that’s where her happiness lies then so be it. I would have to get over it.

“Is that what this was all about Nate?” She asks relieved that she finally got some explanation. What she didn’t know was that it was still bullshit. “Yeah, I guess it was” I laugh nervously. “I was still buzzed when I came to talk last night, and I didn’t know what I was saying. You know I would support you and who you chose to be with, don’t you?” I question her. “Of course Nate. And you know the same goes for you” she smiles at me and places her hand on mine. It was obvious that she didn’t realize the implications of my question. I gave her a weak smile, hoping it was convincing enough.

“So! You ready for a great beach day?!” She clapped her hands together snapping into excitement mode, ending our previous discussion. “Uhh duh!” I say matching her joking mood. “Great! I’m gonna go jump on the guys and get ready!” She giggled causing a smile to form on my face. “Meet you down at the beach?” She asked standing to go inside. “You got it babe” I say. She shot me one last smile as she half-stepped into the house. “Nate-” she stops mid stride to look back at me, I lift my head to look at her. “I’m really glad we had this talk. Now we can get back to enjoying our vacation” she says cheerily and comes over to place a peck on my cheek. My lips barely curve into a smile, but she was already skipping into the house. I refocus my attention to the beach and sigh. I still felt at a loss without my girl, but at least this was a step in the right direction. Y/n POV

I march upstairs feeling like the weight of the world was off of my shoulders. After talking with Johnson last night I realized what was important and didn’t want to let a dumb misunderstanding come between Nate and I. Now hearing from Nate himself that it was all an alcohol-induced mistake, instilled my confidence in making this vacation go back to normal. And now here we are ready for our first beach day of the summer. I re-enter my bedroom and see Gilinsky still in a sound sleep. His legs are tangled in the blankets and his dark hair splayed on the pillowcase. I get a running start and jump on top of him. “Jackkkkkk” I say in a sing-song voice. He just grunts in return. “Come on get up! It’s a beautiful day, we’re finally going to spend time on the beach” I say drumming on his back. In one swift movement he rolls me over on top and starts tickling my sides “JACK! OMG!” I scream. “You know I don’t like to be woken up” he states pressing his lips just under my ear “but for you I’ll make an exception” he says almost seductively. “I’m honored” I say rolling out from under him. “Get ready, I’m gonna go wake up the others” I add before leaving my room.

I skipped down the hallway and threw open Nash and Cam’s door, not bothering to knock.

“Come on it’s time to get-” I stop short when I saw the two of them spooning in a dead sleep. They started to stir, Cam’s eyes fluttering open clearly trying to piece together where he was.

“I’ll just leave you two alone” I barely choke out through a string of giggles. Cam looked down at Nash’s arm and jumped so high I could swear he hit the ceiling.

“OH COME ON” he says loudly. “You know I was already weirded out by the fact that there’s one bed in this room” he laughs. Nash looked equally surprised but at this point he’s done some weird shit in his videos that he seemed indifferent.

“Anyways…” I say bringing their attention to me. “We’re having a beach day so get your shit together” I laugh before leaving to find my next target. I continue down the hall and crept into the room I knew the rest of the boys were sharing. I shut the door behind me quietly so I didn’t announce my presence just yet. The room contained three sets of bunk beds to allow for the maximum number of guests. I knew the sitting duck was Sammy. I ran downstairs to the kitchen to grab a glass and filled it with water. I had a devious smirk on my face as Nate was placing his empty glass in the sink. He rose his eyebrows at me and I held my finger up to my lips to shush him, and directed him to follow me.

We crept back upstairs and entered their bedroom once more. I slowly stalked to where I saw Sammy passed out on the bottom bunk. I knelt down on the floor and carefully placed the glass next to where Sam’s hand laid exposed. Nate crouched down behind me with his hand on my back, his bottom lip in between his teeth. He was biting down hard so he could suppress his laughter. I gingerly place Sam’s hand in the glass and watch his face contort in his sleep at the sensation. Nate and I take a step back covering each other’s mouths to prevent us from busting out laughing.

“Uhh” Sam groans slightly opening his eyes. “What the fuck is this?!” he yells his eyes widening in terror now. He looks down at his pants to make sure nothing happened, which caused Nate and I to lose our shit. We were laughing until tears were streaming down our face.

“YOU!” Sam points at Nate accusingly and Nate threw his hands up in surrender claiming his innocence. This caused Sam to shift his focus to me, still giggling wildly. I turn to run but before I could even reach the door he picked me up from behind and squeezed me tightly causing me to squeal.

“You think this is funny, don’t you?!” he play shouts tickling my sides.

“Omg Sammy stop I can’t breathe” I laugh.

“You don’t know what you have gotten yourself into babe” he says placing me back on my feet. “You just started a prank war. I would watch my back if I were you” he says mischief gleaming in his eyes. By now we have effectively woken up the entire house. Johnson just throws his hands up in the air making his way into the bathroom. He’s used to our antics.

“Hey man! Let me in! I really have to pee thanks to y/n!” Sam bangs on the bathroom door wildly.

“Damn, I didn’t think that old trick even worked” Nate says with a laugh.

“You got twenty minutes before we’re going down to the beach Wilk!” I say before exiting.

I head back into my room and quickly change into my bathing suit and put my cover-up on. I find my sunglasses and beach bag full of sunscreen, gossip magazines, and a towel. I was good to go, running down the checklist in my mind as I walked downstairs. Dillon and Kenny were lifting a large cooler out the back door as I entered the living room.

“What’s in it Kenny?” I ask.

“Uhh we got some waters, juices, fruit bowls, you name it! Since you were hell bent on getting to the beach right away we had to take breakfast to go” he chuckles.

“And we got the goods” Dillon says smirking while showing me a bottle of Malibu Rum. Trust Dillon to be in charge of “the goods.”

We all proceeded down the private path that wound its way down to the beach. It was a gorgeous day out, and we didn’t even have to worry about a crowded beach. The next group of people were at least a mile down the beach, which was fine by me considering the boys could get wild. I laid my towel out on the sand and kicked off my flip flops before I put my hair up in a bun.

The guys removed their towels from where they hung around their shoulders and claimed their individual spots. Nash, Cam, Kenny, and Dillon wasted no time before they sprinted to the ocean.

“Come on y/n show us the goods” Sam jokes as he playfully smacks my bum walking past me. I just flip him the bird to which he blows me a kiss.

Nate’s POV

I placed my black Ray Bans on my face and ruffle my hair. I look out towards the water where the guys were wrestling. The Jacks were next to me arguing about the direction they want to take their next single. They were artistically unique, and they somehow always found a way to make their styles mesh.

Suddenly all of that background noise faded away as I saw y/n lift her cover up over her body in one swift movement. It was like slow torture, but I couldn’t look away. I prayed to God that my jaw wasn’t on the floor. She began to rub sunscreen all over her body, her hands caressing every curve. This was the type of shit I would see in my dreams. It suddenly felt like it was a thousand degrees out, and not just because of the summer sun.

“Need some help?” Gilinsky sauntered over to her and began to rub the lotion all over her back and down to the curve of her ass. I hated the way he always slinked his way into these situations. It’s not that I’m mad that he has “game” it’s just he’s presumptuous. Rules don’t apply to Jack Gilinsky. I couldn’t bear to see this sight anymore and jogged down to the water, adjusting my swim trunks after that impromptu show. I know I said I would be cool with y/n and G, but damn this is going to be harder than I thought.

The afternoon continued on like this. When she was in the water the guys would splash her, pick her up, tickle her, you name it. Johnson and Sam set up a volleyball net on the beach and started up a game. We split ourselves evenly on both sides.

“Come on baby, you’re on our team” Johnson said to her. She was standing opposite me with the net in between us. She jumped up high to spike the ball, she had a look of pure concentration. She was good at everything she did, and I stood in awe of her. The ball went soaring past me at a neck-breaking speed and landed in the sand next to me. She received cheers and high fives from Cam, Nash, and Johnson.

“COME ON SKATE THAT WAS ALL YOU!” Dillon yelled at me, his competitive side coming out. Y/n looked at me and motion from her eyes towards me indicating “I’m watching you” I just shook my head and laughed.

7 Hours Later

Y/n POV

It was approaching dusk as we all sat in the sand in a circular pattern so we could face each other. A roaring bonfire was in the center of us. We were exhausted from being out in the sun for too long, but it was a great beach day. Our cups were filled with Malibu as we exchanged stories and talked about life.

“Do you guys remember that awful substitute teacher that we had for Spanish?” Johnson asks aloud.

“Oh that ex-military guy?” Gilinsky says busting out laughing as the memory floods back to him.

“Yeah man, he completely butchered the Spanish language. He made everything sound like ‘vagina’” Johnson joked and he had us all in stitches. He always had the best stories. Granted we were laughing a little too hard as the effects of the Malibu started setting in.

“Hey, who wants s’mores?” I question and saw their eyes light up like it was Christmas.

“ME!” they all but shout in unison. I walk over to the cooler and pull out the chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers. I handed everyone a share of the ingredients and we all huddled closer to roast them over the fire. Gilinsky put his arm around me, but I didn’t think much of it. He always got flirty and touchy when he was tipsy. A slight breeze picked up on the beach and I shiver slightly.

“I’m just gonna run inside and get a blanket, I’ll be right back” I said heading up towards the house.

Sam’s POV

“Hey guys I’m just gonna go for a walk down the beach. I won’t be long” Nate said standing while he retreated towards the direction of the ocean.

“That’s odd” I whisper towards Johnson. He nudged me with his elbow.

“I think you should go talk to him, he’s going through some shit right now. If he’d tell anybody it would be you” Johnson said. I started to get worried. It wasn’t like Nate to let something affect him this deeply, he was a chill dude that kinda took life as it came.

I get up from my spot at the fire and follow the footprints in the sand, until I spotted him down at the shore. He sat on the sand with his feet in the water, reclining on his hands. I sit down next to him.

“Hey man” I say concerned. “Everything okay?”

“Nah Sam. I have a problem, and it’s eating me alive” he says glumly. Now I was really worried.

“What’s going on man? You know you can talk to me” I assure him.

“It’s y/n dude. She’s always on my mind. And I mean more than ‘she’s a part of the squad’ type thing” he says exhaling sharply.

“I love the girl, man. And it’s tearing me apart to know that she’s with Gilinsky” he says looking down.

“What are you talking about? Y/n and G aren’t together” I say furrowing my eyebrows. I don’t know where he’s getting this from. Yeah G flirted with her, we all did. Didn’t mean he was dating her any more than I was.

“They-they’re not?” he says his eyes widening.

“Nahhh. I mean I guess I can see why you would think that, but you know how G is. Dude’s a horndog” I say laughing. Nate’s demeanor visibly changed at my words. All previous sadness and tension resolving into the night air.

“Shit, that’s so good to hear” he laughs slightly, overcome with emotion. “Thanks Sam, you’re my bro” he says extending his hand for our handshake.

“Yeah man, that’s what friends are for. Now make sure you get the girl” I say. He just smiled at me before we return to the bonfire.

Y/n’s POV (Simultaneous to Nate & Sam’s conversation)

I walked into the house to retrieve a blanket so I could comfortably remain in the breezy night air. I think to myself for a minute as to where the blankets would be kept. I start to rummage through some storage chests in the living room in search of a blanket when I heard the door open and shut behind me. I turn to look at who came in, and I see Gilinsky stalking towards me on a mission. His swim trunks hung low on his hips and his tank top loosely hung on his tall frame, showcasing his sculpted biceps.

Before I even had time to process what to say to him he pushed me up against the wall, causing the blanket in my hands to fall to the floor. He moved his lips feverishly on mine, and pinned both of my wrists above my head. He tasted like coconut and other tropical flavors from the Malibu we had been drinking. I rolled my head back at the sensation as he continued to kiss down my neck sucking and biting all the right places. Jack starts to roll his hips against my groin and I reached down to palm him through his tightening shorts. He let out a deafening moan.

He reaches underneath my shirt, dragging his nails down my back.

“Shit,” I mutter out of breath. This felt good. I quickly move my hands to peel his tank top over his head, revealing his golden torso. He looked down at me with dark eyes, and bit his lip in a way that made me want to take over for him. He reattaches his lips to mine as his hands travel further down my back and grip my ass and thighs.

“Jack” I moan out. This only fueled him to keep going as he lifted me up, burying his face into my neck. I yank at the dark hairs brushing the nape of his neck.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep doing that I’m not going to make it” he groans. The potency of his words made me clench my thighs together around his waist. He turns around and makes his way upstairs to the master bedroom, kissing me the entire way up. He kicks the door shut before flopping us down onto the bed. He peels my shirt over my head and resumes his attack on my neck, although this time he trails wet kisses down my bust and stomach. I clench underneath him, wriggling at the pleasure.

“What do you want, babygirl?” he whispers seductively in my ear.

“Ugh, you Jack” I moan in response. He smacks a kiss to my lips his tongue gliding along my bottom lip effortlessly. He places little nips at my lower lip before slipping his tongue inside my mouth, groaning at the feeling. I can feel his hands lower to mess with the top button of my shorts. Suddenly the euphoric feelings began to subside, and I felt suffocated. The space between us hung hot and laced with rum. This didn’t feel right to me anymore. It wasn’t Jack, he’s gorgeous, this was me. At one point all I would have wanted was a sex fueled vacation with Jack Gilinsky. I went through my phase of having a crush on him, along with every other girl, but it just didn’t feel right.

I move to grab his hands to stop him, and he looks at me concerned.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but uh, would you mind if we didn’t?” I start to say, trying to come up with an excuse.

“I don’t feel so well, must be all the rum” I add trying to laugh it off.

“Yeah, babe. I don’t want you to not feel well” he says climbing off of me. “I’ll catch you the next time” he says with a wink gesturing towards his prominent bulge. I just laugh it off as he places a kiss to my cheek.

“I just gotta take care of this, and then I’ll see you back down at the fire yeah?” he asks.

“Definitely” I give him a smile. He exits my room and I flop back on my bed throwing my forearm over my eyes. What is going on with me? I was enjoying myself ten minutes ago.

My eyes shoot open when I came to the realization that I was “enjoying” myself because I wasn’t concentrating on Jack.

I was thinking of Nate.

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thedefinitionofbts · 7 years ago

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Only Now

Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 8.5K

Description: Requested by @softelkie

When you close your eyes, you can hear his voice intertwined with the sound of waves crashing against blushing beaches at sunset, a faint whisper originating from a dream beyond the horizon, one that you had never been able to decipher until now.

A/N: This is also my entry for the NEABL Writing Contest! Hope you guys enjoy ^_^

You know that song?

The one that makes you feel happy and sad at the same time? The one with the lyrics that conjure fluttering hearts and forgotten memories?

The song that makes you think about the boy you love?

...

The smell of the ocean is something you know better than the back of your hand. A cool, salty breeze that reminds you of rippling water, shimmering under bright orange sunsets and cloudless pink skies. It’s the scent of your childhood adventures and nostalgic daydreams, a fragrance stronger than the flourishing gardens of your adulthood, an aroma more thrilling than the most potent of spices.

Perhaps your love for the seaside was what brought you back to that small town after university. The town you hadn’t seen since you packed your bags and headed to the city in search of new faces and limitless opportunity, but it was only a matter of time before your longing for the return of your youthful dreams drew you back to the ocean.

In search of that place again, you were definitely being naive to not expect grown-up responsibilities to follow you there, and leave it to your parents to remind you of your aging body and transpiring days.

“Honey, you’re nearing your mid-twenties. You should consider meeting someone, don’t you think?”

“Mom, you can’t force these things.” You fight back the urge to get annoyed. She’s been pushing you to start dating ever since you entered your junior year, worried that you’ll soon reach that age when you’re considered undesirable. “It just hasn’t happened yet, ok?”

She sighs. “You can’t be too picky.”

“I’m not!” There’s irritation in your voice this time.

“What about that friend of yours?” She raises her brows. “Jimin, was it? He seems like a decent option.”

“MOM!” You stand up from the table, pushing your chair back loudly. “Jimin is just a friend. Can we please stop talking about this?” You literally can’t believe she’s bringing this up on your first night back when she knows for a fact that you hated discussing the topic.

“Your mother is right.” Your dad seems to find your mild exasperation a good sign to conveniently butt in. “Time will soar by faster than you can predict.”

“Dad” You whine, hating yourself for acting like a child, ironic because you’re always seeking to dwell inside adolescent dreams.

“We're just looking out for you.” He sighs. “We don’t want you to be alone when you are old.”

Perhaps it’s because his words hit the spot you had tried to conceal. That concern you had convinced yourself was not worthy enough to bring you down. Or perhaps it just reminds you of how childish you really are, for secretly dreaming you’ll end up with a person who probably doesn’t even exist. Waiting for someone who will never come. Looking for someone you’ll never find.

“I need some space.” You hastily excuse yourself from the table, taking long strides towards the door and slamming it shut to make your point. You honestly cannot believe your parents are treating you like this when you’ve just graduated from university. Shouldn’t they be happy that you’ve accomplished one of life’s big milestones? They should be congratulating you, not giving you more shit to stress over.

And what the flying fuck is wrong with being single? Why can’t they just accept that you’re happy being alone? That you don’t need a significant other to live a good life. It’s so absolutely infuriating that you have to take deep breaths to calm yourself as you make your way to the beach.

There are neither winds nor clouds to hide the stars and the moon, only soft laps of water smoothing across the wet sand. The calming silence is reminiscent of all those nights you snuck out of the house in search of irreplaceable peace, a type of serenity you cannot find anywhere else.

Sitting on the rock that faces the ocean, you can sense your anger fading. Thank god because this is exactly what you came back for and if even your secret hideaway couldn’t relieve you of irritation, you might as well head back to the city. But just as you were about to relax fully, the rustle of footsteps on the grass startles you, and the voice that follows makes you jump out of your skin.

“Enjoying the view?”

You whip your head around to see the shadowy figure of a boy, face half hidden by dark, long bangs that sweep across his eyes. His hands are tucking in the pockets of his hoodie, skin of his knees barely peeking through ripped black jeans.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” The questions tumble out of your mouth before you realize how absurd you must sound, interrogating some stranger as if they had just trespassed into your territory.

He chuckles lightly at your bewilderment. “I think I should be the one asking those questions. I’ve been coming here for years, and it’s the first time I’ve seen you occupying my spot.”

“Your spot?”

He tilts his head and points at the rock you are perched on.

“Oh, I-I’m ss-orry. I didn’t know.” You clumsily climb down, feeling kind of stupid for acting like you owned the place despite the fact that you’ve been gone for the last four years.

“Hey, it’s fine. I can share.” There’s a playful hint in his voice, and it stirs your curiosity.

You pause midway down, unsure if you should go back up or just leave, but your distracting mental debate causes you to take a misstep. The stranger quickly lunges over, holding his arms out just in time to catch you before you fall.

You slam against his chest, firm but just soft enough that it doesn’t hurt. In that moment your mind is blank, cheeks flushes from the sudden turn of events.

“Shit, s-sorry.” Averting your eyes to avoid how awkward the situation has become, you wish you had been more careful.

He laughs lightheartedly. “Leaving so soon?”

Realizing you were still trapped in his arms, you hastily remove yourself by taking a step back. “I don’t want to get in the way of you and your….” You trail off, not knowing what a boy his age would do out by the ocean in the early evening, but whatever it was, there was probably no place for you in the equation.

He chuckles again, this time nose scrunching up and eyes crinkling around the edges. “I could use some company.”

His response is an invite for you to stay, but hesitation prevents you from accepting his offer right away. You had come out to be alone

“But you seem like you have a lot on your mind.” He speaks before you can formulate an answer. “I’ll just find another rock.”

“Wait…” The word slips past your lips before you can organize your thoughts, and conclude whether or not you actually wanted to stop him from leaving. You swallow, not knowing what invisible force, urge, or desire gave you the push to ask him to stay. For one, you didn’t even know the guy. He could be some creepy stalker for all you knew, but then again, he seems all right judging by his politeness and did he smell pleasantly of citrus and strawberries too? Not that you were purposefully taking note of his scent, but it was kind of hard to miss when you literally fell into his arms two seconds ago.

“Are you new around here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around.” He’s the first to speak after the two of you are comfortably situated back on the rock.

“I just moved back home after graduating from college. I mean, I’ll probably have to look for a job in the city eventually, but I figured it’s good to take some time off.”

He nods, leaning back an observing you more closely.

“How about you?” You direct the question back, not wanting to miss a chance to learn more about him.

“I wanted to find an inspirational place to compose and the ocean was mysteriously alluring.” There’s a mischievous hint in his voice, like he wanted to spark a bit of your interest, which he’s successful in doing.

“You’re a writer?” You ask, unable to hold yourself back.

“A song writer.”

“Oh, a musician.”

“Aspiring to be.” His lip quirks upward as you turn to glance at him.

You continue to look at him as his attention is mesmerized by the boundless water, tracing along the contours of his face, outlined by the silver moonlight, and noticing rather naturally how soothingly attractive his features are. The way his nose curves at the tip, his slightly parted lips and relaxed eyelids as he breathes gently. Despite the obscurity of the night, you can effortlessly see his appearance with the help of his aura and something strangely familiar about his demeanor.

“May I ask for your name?” It suddenly hits you that you have yet to ask the most basic of questions.

He turns back to face you, lips curving up as he blinks slowly, almost sleepily.

“Jungkook.” His voice is low, marginally husky, but smooth like the sand underneath the perennial waves.

“Jungkook.” You repeat, lowering your gaze and noticing how instinctively it glides off your tongue.

“And you?” Startled by his question your pupils shoot back up.

“Y-Y/N” There’s an obvious break in your voice as you pronounce the syllables, nerves kicking back in for reasons you can’t comprehend.

“Y/N.” He exhales it the same way he had said his own name, and the warmth ignited in your heart is undeniable.

A stillness floats between the two of you as the night grows older, but it is in no way uncomfortable, quite the opposite in fact.

“So do you have any plans for the rest of the summer?”

His sudden inquiry snaps you out of your reverie. “Huh?” You whip you head back to see that he’s looking at you intently.

“You mentioned taking some time off.” He adds casually.

“Oh…right…ummm” Surprisingly it’s something you hadn’t really thought about. What were you going to do besides relaxing by the sea?

“If it’s too personal or something, you don’t have to answer.” There’s no trace of bitterness in his voice, no sign that he’s just saying it out of courtesy. You can tell he really means it.

You quietly laugh to yourself at how awkward you were being. “N-no, it’s just. I guess I’m not really sure. Haven’t exactly planned, you know?”

He nods, tongue poking out to wet his lips out of habit. “In that case, would you like to hang out sometime? Like during the day?”

“Are you asking me out?” The blunt words escape before you realize and you immediately regret being so inept, mentally face palming and missing the way his smile grows wider.

“Yes. I am.” His own blunt response makes your cheeks heat up even more. You have a hard time finding the right words to accept his offer, years of turning people down have done opposite of preparing you for this moment.

“It’s fine if you don’t. I don’t want to make you feel forced.” He adds quietly, finally looking away nervously.

“No! I mean, y-yes. I-I’d like to hang out.” This time you mentally face palm so hard, you swear you can hear the loud smack tangibly.

He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the edges. “I’m honored.” He comments teasingly as he pulls out his phone.

You quickly mimic his motion; assuming that this is the part you’re supposed to offer him your number. When the screen lights up to half blind you, the first thing you notice after your eyes have adjusted is the time, or more precisely how late it already was. “Shit!” You involuntarily curse.

“You have to get back home, right?”

Nodding frantically, you flash him an apologetic look. “I’m basically free every day.”

Your reassuring words make him smile.

“Me too” He responds.

The last thing you see that night is his lingering gaze trailing after you as you run back along the path cutting through the grassy field, further and further away until his figure diminishes, transforming into a small speckle in the distance. At the waning of that transient image, you feel something you don’t think you’ve ever felt before, at least not for someone you’ve just met: the reluctance to leave.

You don’t know what it is about him, what he possesses that sparks your fascination in learning more about him. How he was able to engage so much of you so early on. Maybe it’s the ocean’s doing, just like that person it makes you see when you close your eyes.

Maybe it’s the way he smiled at you, washing away the anxieties that accompany the act of meeting new people. Or maybe it’s the way his voice was the kind to tell stories without words, calming your fears with an un-pinpointed familiarity.

Whatever it was, you were undoubtedly planning on finding out.

…

The universe works in mysterious ways, because you’ve walked this earth for almost a quarter of a century never have you ever felt the kind of inexplicable excitement you did when Jungkook messages you the very next day. With the vibration of your phone waking you up, you’re greeted with near exhilaration the moment you see the text. Why was your heart racing? Why are you virtually having trouble breathing? You blame it on being woken mid REM cycle. It’s called being startled and thrown off. You were never a morning person to begin with.

Hopping out of bed, you actually take the time to look nice or, more accurately, feel the need to do so. Normally, looking presentable was all you ever aimed for, but you were unexpectedly self-conscious about seeing him for the first time during the daylight hours, aware that the additional light would allow him to see parts of you that he couldn’t last night. The concern is a bit unusual, but you weren’t going to read too much into your suddenly altered inclinations.

You meet him at the same spot on the beach you had chatted with him the night before. The scenery looking completely different now that the sun’s rays were illuminating the entire area, the tall grass, the trees leading into the shady forest, and of course, the lively ocean.

You find him leaning against the giant rock, hands casually tucked into the safety of his pockets, and gaze cast towards the breathtaking body of water. In any other scenario, you would’ve been more interested in how stunning the surface of the sea was sparkling under the iridescent light, but in that moment, your fixation was drawn towards the boy and how fondly he was admiring the landscape. His expression is the picture of calm, features relaxed yet the flicker of his eyes gives away how alive he was feeling at the sight of such magnificence.

“Jungkook?”

He turns. Slowly. And you don’t know why you’re holding your breath, but the moment he sees you, his lips curve upwards, transforming into the most adorable of smiles and loosening all the knots in your stomach, making your insides flutter. The moon had not lied about his attractiveness, and the sun had just confirmed the truth.

“Y/N” He breathes out airily, still grinning like a child. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

“I’m not even thatlate.” You defend, pulling out your phone and checking to see that it’s technically only five minutes past the time you had told him you would arrive. “But sorry, I was just-”

“It’s fine,” He laughs. “I wouldn’t blame you. After all, wedid meet under some pretty sketchy circumstances.”

This time it’s your turn to chuckle. “You’re right. You could be some serial killer.”

He huffs another laugh. “So what made you come?”

Perhaps the question held more weight than you had taken the time to consider in that instance, but to you then, it was nothing more than a casual exchange. “It’s a small town, and I’ve got nothing to lose?” You shrug. “And how do you know I’m not dangerous?”

You’re surprised that he actually spends a good minute forming a response, but he eventually beams once more. “For all I know, you probably are. But I’m willing to take the risk.”

Your jaw drops at his reply. “Wow, so you think I’m out to hurt little boys.” You cross your arms, pretending to be offended.

“Hey, I am not little.” He pouts, bottom lip protruding on it’s own accord.

“Whatever you say~” You continue to tease, even though you feel kind of mean for doing so.

The mood is lifted, and your remaining worries from the morning have completely disappeared.

Jungkook inquires about you childhood as the two of you survey the forest and lush green fields. You find it interesting that all the places he takes you are the exact ones you enjoyed exploring as a child: the old tree that curves downward to form a nice shelter, it’s stair-like branches making it perfect for climbing, the trail of stepping stones along the stream leading to the hidden waterfall at the side of the mountain, and the tall cliff over-looking the awe-inspiring ocean.

“Oh god, you’re going to fall.” Your eyes are stretched wide as you watch him crawl towards the end of the branch the two of you were sitting on as he attempts to catch one of the largest butterflies you’ve ever seen.

“I won’t” He grunts, still fully concentrated on the target. You can’t deny that he’s athletic by the looks of his controlled movement and the bulge of his biceps, not that you were staring.

“It’s going to fly away.” You call once more, gripping on the tree trunk for dear life as his movement makes the entire branch sway.

“You’ll never obtain what you are looking for if you’re afraid you’ll lose it.”

“This is no time for philosophical remarks!” You squeak as his the branch snaps crisply. You immediately squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the imminent fall, but all you hear is Jungkook’s laughing.

“What did I tell you?”

You open your eyes to find that he’s standing on the ground, proudly cupping the creature in his hands. Leaning down to get a closer look, the branch finally gives way. You barely have time to react before you realize that you’re actuallyfalling this time.

“Whoa!” He instinctively releases the butterfly to catch you in his arms. “Someone enjoys falling.” He chuckles as he holds onto you tightly.

“Hey, this time it's all on you.” You throw the responsibility on him before the heat can rush to your face.

“Ok, ok. But at least I caught the-” He blinks a couple of times, visibly realizing the butterfly made an escape in his haste to catch you.

“The what?” You smirk, finding his dumbfounded reaction utterly hilarious.

He sighs. “Are you ok?”

The genuine concern is a contrast to your own joking tone. “Um, yeah. I’m fine.” You clear your throat awkwardly.

He smiles in relief, and this time your burning face is inescapable. “Good.”

There’s something about Jungkook that strikes a perfect balance of just enough boyish charm combined with a manly protectiveness. You find out that he’s a few years younger than you, which isn’t all that surprising considering how young he actually looks. He has a baby face for sure, but there’s something about his sharp jawline and tall nose that makes him appear more mature at the same time. It’s an enigma in and of itself really, and you have to force yourself not to dwell on his appearance too often.

As striking as he is physically, it’s his aura that really leaves a lasting impression. There’s something eerily familiar about him, but you’re afraid to allow yourself to believe it’s for the reason you’re suspecting. You’re convinced it’s just the nostalgia and your innate love for the seaside.

Even so, you can’t deny feeling that he seems to understand you without words, without even having known you for very long, and when it feels like no one else in this world does. Although, you were most likely just jumping to conclusions too early on, but if he can make you feel like time doesn’t matter when the two of you are staring at the endless sky, that all of your anxieties are washed away as you’re breathing the scent of your childhood adventures, and that reality is just as beautiful as your most vibrant dreams, you’re more than willing to believe in his galaxy.

…

Jungkook wasn’t lying about being a musician. You had almost forgotten that creating music was his official profession, until he brings you back to his apartment to show you his studio.

It’s small one bedroom type of flat on the seventh floor of one of the newer condos. He even got sound proof walls installed so he could work late into the night, although it would probably be a necessity during the day as well. He’s eager to sing you a song, and you can tell he’s passionate. The excitement in his eyes gives his whole heart away, and you were planning on bursting his bubble as a playful joke of some sort, that is, until his voice unapologetically steals your breath away.

Jungkook’s voice is beautiful, wholly, extraordinarily, and indisputably, to the point where it's almost unreal how he can express the full range of human emotion through song. But surprisingly, it isn’t the pure sound of his singing, but rather the familiarity that renders you speechless once again. Maybe the ocean had been trying to tell you something all along.

You’re almost in disbelief, questioning if you were being delusional in thinking the voice you were listening to right then was the exact one you had been imagining all these years. It almost causes your legs to give way, but you luck out because he stops singing the moment you start to feel your body sway.

“So what do you think?” His request snaps you sharply back into reality.

Clearing your throat and metaphorically slapping some sense back into yourself, you smirk impishly. “A song about love?”

He chuckles lightly. “Not your cup of tea?”

You shake your head; glad he picked up on your jest and didn’t take offense. “It’s not that. The song is beautiful, but a bit unrealistic don’t you think?”

“So you’re not a fan of love songs.” He bobs his head in understanding.

“So you’re pro sappy, romantic love?” You counter, reflecting his motion. It’s not that you wanted to judge his belief system or put labels on him, but you had expected his thoughts to be more aligned with yours, especially based on the conversations you’ve had with him the past couple of weeks. His outlook on life was so similar to yours; you have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that his view on something so mainstream was vastly different. Raising a brow rather amusedly, you probe him for confirmation. “You can’t actually believe in true love can you?”

He glances at you cautiously. “Are you going to laugh in my face if I say yes?”

“I’ll try not to.” You grin, trying to hold back the laughter that is already tickling your chest. You find it charming that he’s so concerned about your opinion of him, and despite all of it, he still manages to remain honest. “It’s just, I didn’t take you to be the hopeless romantic type.”

“I’m just a casual fan.” He defends with a shrug.

“If you’re a fan that automatically makes you a believer.” You accuse playfully, feeling a wave of endearment from the way his face cutely flushes ever so slightly. The fact that he’s so pure when it comes to these things at his age and the fact that he remains true to himself in the face of your teasing just makes him even cuter.

“I’m ok with that.” He responds. “I just didn’t expect you to be so against the idea.”

His comment suddenly makes you wonder when you started to give up on believing in love. If anything, it should be more of a female thing to be a fan of romance. “I guess I just can’t see myself that dependent on another person, or even fathoming such a person even exists? It’s hard to explain…” You purse your lips, searching for an explanation or a way to articulate how you truly feel about it all.

“I kind of see what you’re getting at.” He bobs his head once more. “But to me, I don’t think loving someone is as hard as the world makes it seem.”

You cock a brow. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the whole I would do anything for this person and without them my life can’t go on.” He exhales, shaking his head displeasingly. “The way I see it, loving someone is pretty simple. You make them smile and care for them. You hold each other in your arms and become each other’s happiness.”

Your jaw drops in incredulity at his description. “Wow, you just managed to make romantic love… boring.”

He cackles, throwing his head back. “Hey, it’s not my intent to downplay what they show in the movies or write in books. But love is what you make of it, right?”

“You just contradicted your song.” You point out. “And what about the dark side? Like unfortunate diseases, cheating, unrequited love, and pairs who are star crossed?”

“Yeah, those factors would complicate things.” He furrows his brows. “But everyone loves the same way, even those who are star crossed. I say if two people grow apart, it’s fine to break up when that time comes. I think you’re getting believing in love and believing in forever mixed up. I don’t believe in love that lasts forever, but I do believe in the capacity to love another person.”

“Oh, I see. So you’re not as wacky as I thought.” You giggle, relieved your beliefs systems are not entirely clashing.

“I’m guessing you haven’t experienced what is defined as ‘love’, yet? Or at least your capacity to love someone hasn’t been tested?” You’re too busy to notice how red his face has become or the nerves sprinkled in his voice as he’s asking these next questions.

You sigh heavily. “Nope. I’m proud to say I have yet to fall head over heels for anyone.” You take another deep breath, reminded of what your parents have been urgently pushing you to do ever since you graduated college single. “Although, I’m not exactly sure if it’s something to be proud of.”

“Well, it’s definitely not something you can control.” His voice is more relaxed now.

“Have you?” You question, curiosity getting the better of you.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know…” The uncertainty in his voice is a strangely stark contrast to his usual confident tone. He slowly lifts his gaze to peek at you, making you wonder why he’s suddenly acting weird. He hastily clears his throat, averting his eyes. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll write you a song about it.” He offers nonchalantly.

“Another song about love?” You cock a brow.

He exhales with a smirk of his own. “About the simple love I believe in.”

Jungkook doesn’t talk about love after that day, well at least not for the rest of the summer. You’re thankful the space between you is still contentedly amiable, but you find yourself wondering why you’re thinking about him so often.

Why you’re always waiting to see him each day, checking your phone for text messages and planning your outfits days in advance. You acknowledge the undeniable sensation of feeling more than at home when you’re walking alongside him as the two of you spend long afternoons chatting about the most random things and the maddening reluctance to leave him when the evening finally arrives. You don’t understand this new feeling, why you were suddenly giddy over the tinniest things that would conjure the thought of him or why every ordinary day had suddenly become something to look forward to. Was it new or had you been like this with other friends too?

Because even as your parents were suggesting you meet their friends son, on friendly terms and totally not for the purpose of setting you two up, the first person that pops into your head in none other than Jungkook. The thought of him always made you feel safe, and that was something you couldn’t say about anyone except him.

“Do you ever feel like you’re searching for something that doesn’t quite exist?” He’s looking at you as he voices the question, eyelids sleepy and wind tousling his soft bangs.

You continue to examine his lazy features, lips slightly parted as he waits. He’s mesmerizing, and despite thinking it’s just due to the fact that he possessed an objectively good-looking face, you have a hard time convincing that’s the only thing you’ve been spellbound by.

Observing that you haven’t replied, he continues. “I mean, you’ve felt like it doesn’t exist until you find it.” His gaze is now cast downward, and you think you can detect a slight flush in his cheeks.

“Actually, yeah.” You swallow. “Like something you can only sense in dreams.” You wish you’re somehow able to express your resonance with his inquiry better, but you were never good at conveying your deepest thoughts.

He nods, smiling faintly. “Or chasing after a place you know you’ll never reach, but doing it anyways because you know someone is waiting for you there.”

“Do you think that person would wait if they knew you’d never get there?” You can feel the weight of your query hang in the space between you.

A silence lingers in the air, and you’re almost led to believe he’s fallen asleep because he’s still staring idly at the ground, breathing calmly and sitting so, so still.

“I know they would.” He finally exhales, glancing at you with an unreadable, yet reassuring expression.

You wonder why being with Jungkook feels so comfortable, why sharing a conversation with him is so pleasant and engaging. You’ve known him for less than three months, and it already feels like he’s been with you all your life. Or perhaps it’s the effect of you not remembering what life before you met him was like. Is this what people mean when they say your whole world changes when you develop feelings for someone?

No way. That’s some bullshit. You don’t actually believe falling in love would happen this easily. It’s just infatuation. You’ve heard about it, and you know it doesn’t last.

Sure you’re always thinking about him, but in your defense, he’s the only person you’ve been hanging out with recently, granted you still find it absurd that every little thing would suddenly remind you of him. It’s like he was filling every nook and cranny of your mind, making you question how you could be so childishly infatuated so quickly. And you’d expect this new development to annoy you at least somewhat, but no, it actually just makes your heart flutter whenever you see the image of his smiling face as you close your eyes, euphoria that ripples through your chest and saturates your body with warmth.

It’s definately infatuation. Nothing special.

But what is the difference between categorizing someone as a friend vs more than a friend?

You clearly still have no idea, and you also didn’t know you would find out soon enough.

…

Jungkook likes to keep the atmosphere light. Call it a personality trait or habit, but he enjoys jokes and tries to work around matters that would usher in concern, even when you can tell there’s clearly something important on his mind. Heavier topics are not usually brought up in your conversations, until the day he tells you he’s been offered a contract from a record company in the city.

“Congratulations.” You voice, not knowing why the news makes a knot form in the pit of your stomach. There’s one tightening in your throat as well.

“Thank you…” He mumurs, still looking at you as if he can't quite read your reaction.

“You’re really going places now.” You force a smile, but a person would have to be desensitized to not be consciousness of the tension in your speech.

“Y/N” He cuts in, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. “I haven’t signed. I-I umm, wanted to ask for your opinion on it first.”

“Me? Why?” You laugh almost hysterically, and it’s so out of place that you yourself don’t even know where such a reaction came from. “It’s your dream. What does it have to do with me?” You were really taking your immaturity to new heights. Thinking back it’s embarrassing how you couldn’t control your emotions, how dumb you had acted at the time.

He doesn’t respond right away, looking down on the ground as he attempts to formulate a response. “So you’re ok with it?”

“Of course!” It’s a lie, but you’ve gone too far to turn back now. “My opinion shouldn’t matter anyways.”

“That sounds more like you’re not ok with it.” He murmurs barely audibly.

“We’re not tied to each other for an eternity. If we grow apart it’s ok, right?” You hate yourself for being so passive aggressive in that moment, how disgusting you feel for bringing the topic of breaking up into a conversation about the future and potentially going long distance. Why were you such a coward?

Jungkook only swallows and looks down at the ground. “Y-yeah, of course.” He mutters.

He doesn’t hold a grudge, and you persuade yourself that you don’t have to apologize even though you know you should. You reacted in the wrong way, and you almost wish Jungkook would hold you accountable for it. But he doesn't and it only makes you feel worse.

A couple days pass, and he doesn’t message you. Maybe for the purpose of giving you some space or maybe he was disappointed in the way you treated him, you don’t know. You feel awful, and you can’t even bring yourself to rationalize your actions because there was no justification for your harsh words. And you knew if you didn’t work this out, you’d regret it for the rest of your life.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“I’m sorry for the way I acted the other day. It was completely uncalled for. I was being stupid and totally overreacting. I didn’t mean to make you feel guilty or anything. I was just…. scared.”

He doesn’t say anything for a good two minutes, letting the sunlight grow and fade as clouds floated across the blue sky. The ocean breeze tickles your cheek, and you wonder what he’s thinking about for such a long time.

“Take my hand.” He finally says.

“Huh?” You look down at his hand, palm facing upward as he waits. “Y-you, I-I…”

He chuckles, reaching down and interlacing his fingers with yours as you were obviously too taken aback to react normally. His hand is so warm and strong. You can feel his heartbeat vibrating through his veins, the twitch of the tiny muscles in his digits, and again, you’re surrounded by that same kind of safety only he can provide.

“I finished the song.” He murmurs. “Would you like to hear it?”

You nod, still staring at him with a mildly shocked expression. Your gaze never leaves him as he sings, his voice so heavenly it’s impossible to describe with mere words or images alone. You’re looking at the sunset reflected in his eyes, the way the colors speak of the same promises his lyrics are conveying. It’s the first time you’ve looked inside someone else’s heart, and found that they’ve created a place for you there.

“We don’t know what will happen to us later, but I like that the future isn’t decided.” He says as he stops singing and begins drawing swirls on the back of your hand.

“Uhh, because it’s more interesting that way?” You’re really good at killing moods, but if you weren’t, you’d be tearing up at how full your chest feels in that moment with his hands still interconnected with yours. But in all honesty, you’re heart is still secretly crying at how his actions now and for the past few months have all spoken of one central message. The one he has just delivered as a song dedicated to you.

He giggles. “Yeah, and it makes me feel like I have the power to choose.” He smiles blissfully at you; the universes in his eyes already stealing the show before the stars appear.

…

Long distance is just as hard as everyone makes it out to be. You miss him. You miss the blissful summer you spent with him, but you’re thankful for technology.

At least you can still hear his voice through the receiver, see his face on the screen, and message him as much as your heart desires.

Still, you’ll never stop missing him.

It was fine at first, when he would call you with news of how well his debut album was doing, and you felt so proud watching him perform his songs live. But you couldn’t stop the insecurity that dating a rising celebrity would inevitably bring. What if he falls for another celebrity? What if he finally realizes he could have someone way hotter, more talented, and successful than you? Those were the questions you asked yourself every night, each time a dating rumor was published on news sites or when the growing number of fangirls would loom over you like inescapable shadows.

But each time you drowned in doubt, he would remind you of his promise.

“Remember the song I wrote for you?” His voice is muffled through the receiver, but it relaxes you nonetheless.

“Ugh, how could I forget?” You roll your eyes despite knowing he can’t see anyways.

“The meaning will never not be true.”

“Why are you speaking in double negative?” You accuse, pretending to be annoyed.

He laughs, and you can see the way his face is probably scrunched up in your mind. “It will always hold true.”

You sigh, smiling down at the blanket covering your legs as you sit in bed, phone in ear. “Ok.”

“Ok?” He sounds astonished. “Have I actually converted you into a believer?” He’s referring to the idea of love, and the excitement in his voice is undeniable.

You roll your eyes again, hoping it’ll translate over in your voice. “Yes, I’ve been converted.”

No matter how hard you try, long distance is unrelenting.

It happens gradually, and perhaps that’s the scariest type of change. The kind that is undetectable, until it's too late. It’s like a break up that is planned, the whole “letting someone down easy so they don’t go crazy and hunt me down” sort of schema. You don’t find it difficult to convince yourself that Jungkook would never do that to you. He’s not that cruel, and he would never break a promise.

Would he?

But then the calls become more and more spaced out, until they stop all together. He stops responding to your texts, and no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself that he’s just busy with promotions, you can’t help but feel that something is not right.

Despite knowing that being fueled by insecurity only comes off as desperate, you sum up the courage to pay him a surprise visit. A trip to the city in which you were searching for jobs in anyways. You could make it a chance for you to get a feel for the place and decide whether or not it was somewhere you could see yourself working and living in for the next few years, although, the fact that Jungkook was there had left no doubt in your mind that it was.

The train ride is long, but your eagerness overrides the suspicions that plague your mind. It’s going to be fine. He’ll be so happy to see you. It’s been over half a year.

“What are you doing here?”

The sharp voice throws daggers against your back.

“J-Jungkook, I-I…”

He walks past you and enters his apartment before you could explain. You had been waiting outside his door for over three hours. His schedule ran overtime.

“I’m sorry for showing up unannounced but I wanted you to be…umm pleasantly surprised.”

“Pleasantly?” His bitter response takes another jab at your heart.

“What’s wrong with you?” Your jaw tenses, finally letting the anger and hurt overtake you.

“What’s wrong with me? Absolutely nothing.” He scoffs. “I guess, I’ve just…”

“You’ve what?” You spit, unable to lower your raised voice.

“Moved on? I don’t know how else to phrase it.” He says, almost mockingly, not even trying to hide the fact that he was purposefully trying to hurt you. “I tried to let you down easy, but you just couldn’t pick up on the hints now could you?”

“Are you fucking serious right now? Is this you breaking up with me?”

“Is it not obvious?” His jaw twitches from his clenched teeth.

You can’t believe what you are hearing, praying that your ears are deceiving you but also wishing you didn’t feel so stupid for not reading the signs sooner. “So we’re over? This is it?” You fight back the tears that would only make you look more pathetic. “You don’t even remember what you said to me do you?” You didn’t mean to bring up something so foolishly trivial at this point, but you can see his body tense at your words.

“Remember what?” He voices lowly, avoiding direct eye contact, lines on his forehead growing deeper as he searches for the answer.

You scoff and sniffle, tears finally rolling down your cheeks. “I can’t believe you’re acting like you don’t know. Wow, I really was an idiot to trust you.”

And then you’re rushing out the door, ignoring the rain that has started to fall as his calls for you to stop. Lightning flashes across the sky and thunder crackles loudly in the distance, but nothing could stop you from getting out of there. The anger and pain was drowning out his desperate cries for you to stop running.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

You continue to sprint as fast as your legs can carry you. You knew that you probably won’t be able to outrun him anyways, but you pray that he’ll give up and just let you be. Why would he put in the effort to care anyways? What you’ve done was already embarrassing enough. You didn’t need him to kick away the rest of your remaining dignity, however nonexistent it was at the present.

“Y/N, stop!”

He reached out and grabs you by the wrist, pulling you around to face him, his wet bangs completely covering his eyes. Your own vision is blurred by the rainwater, increasingly obscure as the pellets pour down harder.

“What are you doing? Let go of me!” You scream, attempting to rip your arm out of his clasp, but he doesn’t budge.

“I didn’t mean to do that.” He pulls you closer to him.

“What? Break up with me?” You scoff again, turning your head away. “I’m pretty sure you made it quite clear.” You feel his grip loosen around your wrist, and that’s when you turn back to a scene that shatters your heart.

He begins to cry. And you’ve never seen him cry. Not that crying was a strange occurrence or an inappropriate reaction in a situation like this, but the way he completely broke down, tears mixing with rainwater to the point where you can’t tell if just raining that hard or due to how long his grief in the form of tears has been accumulating, was painful to witness. Your chest constricts sharply at the sound of his agonizing sobs, the way he drops to his knees and covers his face with his hands, kneeling in front of you in the middle of the street, so small and powerless.

You’re confused.

You don’t know why, and you most certainly do not understand what he’s trying to do, but there’s not a single cell in your body that has the strength to walk away from him like this, so you make your way over to him slowly, waiting for him to realize you’re giving him a chance to explain. The moment he feels your hand on his shoulder, he opens his arms and hugs your waist tightly, afraid that you’ll leave or disappear if he isn’t quick enough.

“I’m sorry” He cries, body still shuddering from his sobs.

And that’s when you learn why he doesn’t remember.

…

The events that happen afterwards are stored as a fuzzy memory somewhere deep in your recollection of the time you spent with him.

Jungkook.

The boy you made fun of for believing in love. Only playfully though because he spend long nights conversing with you under the moonlight and he allowed you to see countless sunsets reflected in his eyes. And joke’s on you because you fell in love with him.

Jungkook.

The boy who wrote a song for you because he placed you in the center of his heart. And maybe the greatest thing that came out of his effort to make you believe in the kind of love he grew fond of in his days listening to music and writing songs by the sea, is that you are now here to remind him even on the day he doesn’t anymore.

Jungkook.

The boy who has a rare genetic disorder that results in premature dementia.

The signs started showing up not long after the release of his first album. And maybe if you were more observant during all the days you spent texting with him back and forth or the late night video calls snuck in during his busy schedule, you would’ve suspected there was something abnormal about his growing forgetfulness. You had suspected it was from the stress of promotions and recordings, but of course, fate isn’t always that generous.

“W-was it difficult to love me?” His voice is meek and grief-stricken, finishing off with a noticeable tremble. You notice the tears welling up in his eyes for the first time as the scene before you makes your chest cry out in pain.

You shake your head frantically, unable to believe he’s assumed you ever had to force yourself to love him and unable to comprehend what it even means to find it difficult to love someone like him: the boy who holds entire galaxies in his eyes alone, the boy who embroidered the vast expanse of your sky with colors you had never even known existed until he showed them to you, the boy the ocean promised would light up your life when you met him- and he did.

Loving him was the easiest thing you’ve ever done, and there’s not a single day that goes by where you’ve ever come close to regretting falling for him. The inability to grasp how such a question could even manifest in his mind makes you freeze in place, searching for the right words to make up for not showing him how much he’s meant to you or how little you had to try to embrace him tightly in your arms because your heart had long chosen its owner.

“I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.” You whisper, cupping his cheek in your hand as you kneel at his bedside.

Your words are the final blow that makes him break down. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know I said when a time like comes, it’s ok to break up...b- but, but I don’t want to forget. I-I don’t want-” He shakes his head as tears ceaselessly stream down his face.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” You use the pad of your thumb to wipe some of the salty liquid away, but it’s no use because he’s still crying. “I’m not letting go of your hand.”

“No, you have to.” He cries. “I’ll only hurt you when I can’t remember. You have to leave me. You can’t-”

“Jungkook” You interrupt. “Whether you want it or not, I’m going to hold on to you.”

You end up holding him on his hospital bed for the rest of the afternoon, patting his back gently as he cries into the crook of your neck.

“God, I shouldn’t have written you that song.” He chuckles in between waning sniffles, dabbing the used, crumpled tissue against his already swollen nose.

“I’m thankful you did, because it’s still my favorite.” You smile, tracing circles along the back of his hand.

“I can’t believe you just watched me cry like a baby for the last three hours. I wouldn’t blame you if you decide to leave me now.” Though he intends for it to be a joke, you stiffen slightly.

“Jungkook, please, never tell me to leave you.” You concentrate on him pleadingly.

He sighs. “I don’t want to hurt you when I lose the ability to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“I don’t care.” You voice. “You can’t force me to not love you.”

“I know.” He exhales defeated by your stubbornness. “I just wish it was me and not you.”

“Don’t say that. It hurts just as much.”

He nods regretfully. “I’m sorry.”

Days pass intermittently, with winter ending at the arrival of Spring. You didn’t know how rapidly his disease would overtake him, optimistically hoping it would progress by the year rather than the week. As much as you didn’t want to acknowledge his fading memories, it’s impossible to ignore when it began to affect his ability to perform daily tasks.

You had always expected that real love would be just as painful as it is euphoric.

Maybe that is precisely what you were afraid of believing in it.

“It’s getting worse.” He murmurs, staring at the lively sea, winds stronger today as they pick up the waves.

“Don’t feel bad about it.” You squeeze his hand tightly in your own.

“But when the day comes that I don’t remember to love you, just know that I still do. I always, always will.”

“And I’ll always be waiting for you.” You whisper.

“The me that remembers will be sure to come and meet you.” He swears it by the stars in his eyes, the ones that you know will shine forever.

His words make you smile and lean into his chest, firm but soft just like the first time you fell into his arms. Perhaps you knew all along that it was him. That you didn’t want to believe he existed because loving him makes you vulnerable, that the euphoric bliss that comes with love is a tradeoff for something darker, something more painful. But would you change things if you knew that this would be the outcome? No, you’ve come far enough to know you wouldn’t.

“Don’t worry.” You breathe out just a wave of the ocean crashes against the cliffside. “I’ll remind you of all the things you’ve known and all the things you’ve forgotten. I’ll bring us back here, and I’ll play our song. And when the day comes that I start to forget, we’ll lay here in the rain, in the dark, in each other’s arms.”

…

You probably remember that song now.

The one that you’ll still listen to because it reminds you of that boy. The one that is kept safely tucked deep within your heart for the rest of your days.

The song that will forever be a message from the boy who loves you.

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porkchop-ao3 · 7 years ago

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Ok so imagine you are the last version of yourself so Rick keeps you heavily guarded in the citadel. He makes clones but they're not perfect so he protects the original. And your room is perfectly tailored to your interests and you get whatever you want you're just not allowed out

Thank you for this! I wrote this one for Miami Rick :) it’s a little over 3k words and it features a little bit of Daddy kink (only minor though, mentioned like twice). Hope you like it!

The sky was so blue. The sound of the waves was so soothing. I could almost smell the saltwater, could almost feel the sand beneath my feet. I spun in a circle, seeing the other beach-goers laying back in their bikinis and sunglasses, muscular men looking all oiled up and tanned. I sighed heavily and fell backwards, landing hard on the sand yet feeling no pain… feeling nothing at all. If I focused hard enough I could trick myself into feeling the warmth of the sun, hot, almost painfully so. But then the sound of a keypad being typed into, followed by an opening door could be heard, breaking me out of that tiny bit of emersion.

With a whine, I pulled the headset off, letting my eyes adjust to my actual surroundings. Marble floors, matte black walls with metallic gold patterns, lush fur rug. I didn’t sit up from the excessively soft bed I was laying on, exhausted. Not physically, but mentally. Completely and utterly drained from being in the same space for a month now, almost forgetting how a breeze felt, how fresh air smelled, how open spaces looked.

“Heeey, baby. Here- there’s my girl. I got some, uh, some new stuff for you.” Came Rick’s voice, and I let my eyes fall closed. The bed shifted, and I sensed a shadow being cast over me as he loomed over my body. He clicked his fingers twice in front of my face and I opened my eyes to glare at him. “Baby. Stuff.”

“Wonderful.” I sighed, sitting up and forcing him to move out of the way. He whipped off his sunglasses and spat his toothpick out; I watched it fly across the room and bury itself into the fur rug.

“Hey. Gimme a smile. You used to be- get so excited when I’d visit.” He pointed out and I forced a smile. “I-I got what you asked for, sweetie. Those nice chocolates you like? Got those. Uhh, a new game for you to play on th- on your computer.” He told me, peering into the big gift bag he had on his lap, speaking in this upbeat, encouraging tone. I watched him pull the items out one by one, placing them neatly on the bed. “Bottle of your favorite rosé, and a new glass to go with it. Crystal; I mean look at the cut on that stem. Muah.” He held the wine glass up to the light, and I watched it refract a rainbow across his face. “Isn’t that just beautiful?”

“It is. It’s very beautiful.” I said, sounding a lot less enthusiastic than him. He sighed and leaned over to place the glass and bottle of wine on the mirrored surface of the bedside table.

“You’re gonna like this next thing.” He said, rummaging around and pulling out a slim, velvet textured box, handing it over to me. I watched his excited expression for a moment before opening up the box. I was unsurprised at the garish display of wealth that sat inside, in the form of a necklace made up of large, perfect clarity diamonds. It was the sort of necklace reserved for royalty, but here it was in my possession, and I didn’t feel so much as a twinkle of emotion. I stared at it for a while, before looking up at Rick.

“Thank you.” I said, my voice sounding more monotonous than I’d intended. He narrowed his eyes at me, but before he could complain, I spoke again. “Did you get the other thing I wanted?”

He sighed heavily, but reached into the bag again. “Yes. Th-though I still don’t understand why you need it.” He said, and I snorted. “What, am I not satisfying you?” He sounded bitter. Extremely bitter.

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Of course that’s not it.” I assured him, taking the box he held out from him. I didn’t waste a second before pulling open the box and taking out it’s contents. It was a vibrator.

“So why’d you need it?” He asked, and I looked at him with a deadpan expression.

“Really? Rick. I’m in here twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. There’s only so much you can do in one room, and it’s not like you’re here with me constantly, is it? Masturbating is literally the only thing I haven’t got bored of yet.” I told him brazenly.

“Wow, well, I can’t argue with that.” He admitted.

“Thanks for the new stuff.” I said, reaching into the bag on his lap, pulling out the last item that I knew was in there; a pack of batteries. “You can go now… you know, back outside. Back into the world.” I said, inserting the batteries into the toy and clicking it on, feeling a bubble of excitement at how strong it was. My attention was snatched, physically, as Rick grabbed my jaw and roughly pulled it to face him.

“Less of the fucking attitude okay? Y-you act like… like I’m a fucking monster or something.” He growled.

“A monster? No. You’re not scary enough.” I said in an even voice, pulling out of his grip.

“I’m doing this for your own good, you know.” He said, straightening up, all high and fucking mighty.

“Don’t pretend this is about me. I’m not stupid. You’re scared of losing me. And you’re so scared that you can’t see your actions; keeping me locked up in here in a bid to protect me, is what’s pushing me away from you.” I tossed the toy aside and sat up on my knees, looking down at him. “The world isn’t as big and bad and scary as you’re making out. And so what if I’m the only one left of me? What; if I wasn’t and I popped my clogs would you just hop to the next dimension and replace me?” I asked.

“Absolutely not. That’s not- that’s never been my intention. I’ve never wanted to replace you. You’re irreplaceable. Why’d you think I ditched the cloning idea?” He argued and I sighed.

“How very flattering, Rick. I’m sorry, I’m just not having it today.” I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m keeping you here so I know that you’re safe!” He shouted.

“From what?” I asked.

“From… from everything! This- this is a controlled environment. I’ve got surveillance on this place, I can keep an eye on you at all times and I know that you’re okay. If… if you’re out there, I’ve got no idea where you are or what you’re doing and I… I-I can’t fucking risk that, okay?” He said, his voice cracking with annoyance and some sort of emotion that seemed out of place in Rick. I sat back on my heels, looking down.

“So being locked in a room with no escape is safe? What if… What if there’s a fire?” I asked, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, (y/n). There’s smoke detectors in this place, and if it’s triggered the door un-” I stopped himself, looking over at me and smacking his hand into his forehead. “Oh. Fantastic. Now you’re gonna start a fucking fire as soon as I leave.” he growled.

“Maybe I will.” I shrugged.

“You do that and I’ll fucking kill you myself.”

“Like that’s much of a threat. I’m barely living as it is.” I snorted.

“Don’t say that. I-I-I work hard to make this place nice for you. I get you everything you want and more. I don’t know what else I can do.”

“All I want is my freedom, Rick.” I told him, looking at him with sad eyes. I noticed a look of pain flicker over his face, but it was covered with a steely wall of indifference soon after.

“No can do.” He said.

“Right.” I nodded, my jaw tense. “Then… just go. Leave me be.” I said.

“You’re gonna do something, y-you’re plotting something.” he noted, and I shook my head.

“I’m simply going to try out my new toy.” I shrugged.

“If that’s the case, I’ll stay.” He stated, kicking off his shoes and getting comfy. I glared at him. “Go on, show me what fun you have when I’m not around.”

“I’m not doing that.” I refused, not moving from my spot.

“Why not?”

“Because I’d like to be alone.”

“If you’d prefer, I could go hide in the closet. You know, the walk in- the full walk in closet over there.” He said, and I raised a brow at his tone.

“What’s this? What’re you doing? Reminding me how much stuff you buy me?” I asked.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt, does it?” He said, and I laughed loudly, throwing my head back. He watched me expressionlessly.

“Seriously? You think designer clothes and shit is a substitute from being able to uh, to go outside?” I asked.

“You’ve got the headset- I made you the goddamn headset so you could go wherever the fuck you wanted.” He said, though all his anger seemed to have been drained. His voice almost completely void of emotion.

“It’s not real.” I said, and he just shrugged, getting up from the bed and pacing, dragging his hands over his face.

“Listen, (y/n), I'm… I’m conflicted here. You’ve gotta un-understand my point of view.” he started. I watched him, patiently waiting for his next words. “If you were to… if anything happened to you, I don’t know what I’d do. No, there’s absolutely nothing I could do. I’d be fucked.”

“Why? I’m not special. You could find any other young piece of ass to splurge all your money on. You’d forget about me in a week.”

“No! You’re fucking wrong, okay? Y-y-you’re not just a young piece of ass, Jesus Christ. I don’t want anybody else! Hey, you’re right, I could do that. I could find any other bitch in Miami and she’d be overjoyed to be in your position, she’d make my life way fucking easier than you do. But it’s not what I want.” He raised his voice, ranting with his arms flailing wildly. “You are special. You’re the most fuckin’ special person in the multiverse because there’s just one of you. It-it defies all logic, goes against everything I thought was true. That’s why I want you. I’m the only fucking Rick that’s got you an-and I’m not risking losing you.”

“So I’m like… a rare collectable item, hmm?” I asked.

“If you wanna put it like that, yeah. A collectable item that a whole bunch of me’s want, but only I’ve got. You see my problem?”

“Oh, oh I think so. You’re keeping me locked up in here, where all the other Rick’s can’t get to me?”

“Exactly!”

“So, uh, why’d you put me on the citadel of Rick’s, huh? In one of the flashiest fucking penthouses on the entire citadel? Isn’t it like, like a beacon? A big flashing neon sign?” I slid to the edge of the bed and got up, closing the gap between us. I had to crane my neck to look him in the eye, but I didn’t let that phase me. “It’s because you’re a goddamn show boater, isn’t it? You want everyone to know exactly who I belong to.”

Rick’s expression told me that I’d called him out. It went through stages, going from surprise, to guilt, to anger in a matter of a few seconds. He shook his head violently, shoving a finger in my face. “N-no! That’s ridiculous. I put you here because… cause it’s luxurious. I wanted you somewhere nice, I wasn’t gonna put you in-in a fucking shed somewhere.” He told me, and I snorted and his shit excuse.

“I know you Rick. I hit the nail on the head. I’m surprised you aren’t selling tickets to come and look at me, view me like a fucking zoo animal. And… and selling these boxes of chocolates to the ones that wanna fucking feed me or pet me.” I picked up the box of chocolates from the bed and pushed them into his chest before letting them drop to the floor. Rick just stood there and took it, watching me with a placid expression. “You don’t care about me. You think you do but you don’t. I’m just a possession to you, a prize, something to brag about. You don’t fucking care.” I spat, my vision blurring as my eyes welled up in anger. Once I was done, I stared him in the eye, waiting for his response, flinching when it came.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but I knew my words had the potential to hit him where it hurt. I waited for him to raise his voice at me, maybe even get physical, shove me away from him and portal me to the blender dimension or something. But none of that happened. Instead, he hugged me. He just fucking hugged me; squeezing me into his chest and resting his lips on the top of my head. I stood there, limp in his arms, eyes wide and body tense with surprise. Rick certainly wasn’t one for hugs, at least not ones like these. If he was gonna hug me, he’d have a hand on my ass and a boner rocking into my thigh. But this was… sweet.

He held me for a while, unmoving, before finally tightening his grip on me and lifting me up, carrying me to the bed and placing me down ever so gently. He cupped my cheeks and kissed me, it was not a lustful kiss, like he usually gave me. It was tender and passionate and full of affection. His fingers ghosted on down to my shoulders, and his head moved down with them, dotting kisses along the center of my throat, when he reached my silk blouse he unbuttoned it, his lips chasing the newly revealed skin until he reached my belly button. I stared down at him, and he caught my eye for a few seconds before he looked away, reaching for the sex toy discarded on the bed. My heart pounded and my tummy lurched with anticipation.

He ran his fingers over my slit, where it was covered only by a pair of panties; I often didn’t bother wearing pants these days. What was the point? My breath hitched at his touch and I rocked my hips up to catch more of it, but his hand was removed. It was soon replaced with the toy, and a low hum met my ears as soon as the vibrations pulsed over me, not quite touching my clit yet. I moaned quietly, closing my eyes and blindly reaching out, my fingers searching for him. He met me halfway, capturing my hand in his as he moved the toy to circle my clit through my underwear. I felt my muscles twitching already at the stimulation, and I knew this would be over quickly. Especially when he pressed the tip directly over that sensitive little button, keeping it there until I was squirming from too much stimulation too soon, effectively numbing me. Little whimpers came from my lips as I tried to cum, but simply couldn’t. Rick chuckled quietly and switched the toy off, putting it aside and removing my underwear.

He left me hanging for a while, letting my sensitivity come back, blowing gentle bursts of air over my pussy. By the time he touched me again, I was simply desperate. His tongue met my opening, making an upwards sweep to my clit, where he rolled it beneath his tongue. I squeezed his hand tightly and groaned, reaching my other hand up to fondle my breast, playing with my hardened nipple and shuddering at the sensations I was experiencing. He sucked gently on my clit, closing his mouth around it and flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck.” I breathed, hips jumping on the bed. I needed to be filled, I felt empty and far too wet to be left that way. It was as if he’d read my mind, because he let go of my hand and the next thing I knew, he was teasing the toy over my opening. He eased it in; the thing was pretty slim but it had a flared tip that pressed against my g-spot just right. He didn’t turn it on right away, instead opting to thrust it in and out; slow and shallow. I moaned lowly and he hummed around my clit, thrusting faster. “Fuck.” I repeated.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Cum for your daddy?” He purred, and his voice sent shock waves through me. I groaned loudly, and louder still when he clicked the toy on, sending hot pulses through my body, directly pressed against my g-spot.

“So close.” I sighed, burying my hand in Rick’s hair, pulling gently at the roots and gaining a hum of approval from him. He lifted his head, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rubbing my clit hard and fast.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked me, his voice a pleasant purr.

“Nobody.” I said through clenched teeth, and Rick chuckled, tilting the toy so it was pressed harder against that wonderful spot. My legs trembled and I lurched closer to climax, so very close. I clenched my muscles around the toy, and it made its effects earth shatteringly intense.

“Oh God!” I yelled, back arching.

“Tell me. Who do you belong to?” He repeated. I barely heard him, dangling so far off the edge of the precipice I could focus on nothing but the pleasure.

“Fuck you.” I growled, rocking down on him, chasing and chasing that explosion.

“You’re mine.” He told me with a serious tone, deep and intense. With that, I came; muscles fluttering, toes curling, breath absent. I barely registered Rick’s lips pressing kisses to my thigh as I came, or his satisfied moan as he watched my pussy contract. “Thaaat’s daddy’s good girl.” He said, thrusting the toy inside me though my comedown, finally sliding it out of me when I was a panting, limp, post-orgasmic mess, and he sucked the thing clean.

He crawled up my body and kissed me, his tongue sharing with me my taste. I slid a hand down his front, reaching for the hardness I knew I’d find, but he caught my wrist and pinned it next to me on the bed, preventing me from touching him. I whined in confusion and he broke the kiss, he looked down at my body, then back up to my eyes, a look of contemplation on his face.

“It’s late. You should go to sleep.” He told me, and I raised a brow at his words. He climbed off of me, straightening out his clothes and adjusting the hard on in his pants before he turned and left. I watched him walk out the door, closing it behind him. I watched the green light above it turn red, signifying my entrapment in the locked room. I sighed and let my head drop back against the bed, closing my eyes. I let the post-orgasm lethargy take over, curling up in a ball on my side.

When I woke the next morning, I knew something was different. It took me a while to pinpoint what it was, but when I did, my heart stopped. There above the door, shone a green light.

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