#see I told you I put the brok catch up

[izthepup]

Brok Catch-up

This will include spoilers, and cussing. Well, by cussing I mean the word but somewhat censored. Minor mentions of drunkenness, drugs, and uh... how do I say this... a mention of a... a... juicy nokken -sobbing sounds- ITS SCARY

———If you were a Valkyrie———

- He asks for you to take off your helmet / mask every so often

- Actually a lot

- "Oh come on, take off ya (helmet / mask.) We all know you're a pretty son of a b-"

- Well, the pretty part is something kind of rare, he only says it sometimes

- Sometimes he might just take the helmet off- if he can even reach it

- Mainly his only chances are when you're sitting or laying down

- But he will ask sometimes 

- Behind closed doors either you take it off, or he's gonna grab it off of your head 

- He's in between about flying 

- Once you offered

- "Nahh. My blue toes are meant to stay on the ground, not high up."

- You just grabbed him and tossed him on your back.

- "HEY YA SON OF A B-"

- Then he realized it was fun

- "AHAHAAHAHA LOOK AT ALL THOSE BAS-"

- He doesn't care too much about being touched by your wings, but he is kind of surprised how soft they are

- "Huh. Ya wings are pretty soft."

- He probably has made new armor for your wings- and just for you overall

———Your Best Friend + Friends———

- Sindri

- You love him as a brother 

- Brok likes to mess with him by putting stuff in his infinite bag

- Sometimes you help him by distracting Sindri or just giving brok an idea of what to put in it

- You probably give him ideas of stuff not too bad

- Atreus too

- You see him kinda like a little brother, maybe even a nephew

- Mimir

- Mimir gives brok riddles

- Brok gives Mimir riddles

- Sometimes you give them riddles

- Sometimes they give you riddles 

- Kratos maybe

- sometimes he talks to you and brok 

- when brok goes on adventures with him (which is rare), sometimes you tag along.

———How you cuddle + hug———

- He doesn't cuddle or hug too much

- Every now and then he does hug

- Sometimes he cuddles

- When he hugs, it's just like a normal hug you might expect

- Basically him wrapping his arms around you

- When he does cuddle, basically it's mainly three ways

- 1) He'll wrap his arms around your torso, and put his face almost in your arm- [If you are laying down]

- 2) He'll wrap one arm around you and rest his head on your chest

- 3) He'll just fall into your lap and expect you to let him just stay there

- In fact he'll probably make you stay there

- He doesn't care if others see

- You could be chilling, alone or in front of others and he'll just plop himself onto your lap

- "Oh stop gawking. Can't I hang out with my b-"

———Kisses———

- Pretty much anywhere

- Hand? 

- Sure, if he's feeling like it

- Face?

- Yep! If he can reach it

- Neck?

- Kinda weird, but yeah if he wants to mess with you

- Nose? 

- Mhm.

- Eskimo kisses?

- Nope.

- Lip locking?

- Yeah, mainly behind closed doors though.

- He mainly gives sloppy kisses-

- He'll do normal speed kisses most of the time

- If he has to go

- "ALRIGHT, HOLD ON A DANG MINUTE. Geez.."

- He'll either not kiss you if he really has to leave 

- But if it isn't urgent, he might give you a kiss- just barely quicker than normal

———Do you wear each other's clothes———

- He won't wear yours.

- If you wore his, he'd be confused

- "What the f-"

- "Why are ya wearing my clothes?"

- He'd say both of those of course

- He'd let you wear it for a little bit

- Then he'll ask for them back

———If they heard you sing———

- He'd watch you

- He thought you sang pretty good

- When you finished

- "Why did ya stop? Continue, don't mind my gawkin."

———When they get jealous———

- He probably took you to a bar

- just so you could meet some of his old drinking buddies

- Unfortunately a bunch of people were pretty drunk 

- They begun flirting with you

- He was talking to his old drinking buddies, before he realized you weren't there

- Then he saw you, and he got jealous after seeing some people flirting with you

- "HEY! STOP MAKIN PIG EYES AT Y/N! THIS IS MINE."

- You dragged him out before he started a bar fight

- "Brok, were you jealous?"

- He gave you a look before answering.

- "Maybe a little. But those dumb bas- were flirting with you."

———If they walk in on you changing———

- He asked the others where you were

- He wanted to ask you something

- He didn't even knock, he just barged in

- "HEY, Y/N! WHAT DO-"

- "Wow, you have a hot bod-"

- He'd say both of course

- You'd probably be throwing things at him to get him out

- "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I'LL LEAVE. CALM DOWN."

- If you asked 

- "Hmmmm. Fine, only 'cause I'm so nice."

- He didn't seem embarrassed at all

- He wasn't embarrassed at all, either

———Everyday life / sorta headcannons———

- He'd call you things like a son of a b-, idio-, sunshine

- He would be putting dead things in Sindri's bag sometimes 

- He'd make you armor and weapons, free of charge

- well, you do have to find the materials

- he might make you pay for the weapon or armor with a kiss or something like that

- he enjoys making Sindri clean stuff up sometimes 

- he isn't embarrassed about doing hugs, kisses, or hand holding in public

- In fact, he'd probably do it in public specifically to make people jealous

- you two mainly hang out in Sindri's house

- you can go to Alfheim, but brok can't after Uhm...

- teaching the elves what a "Juicy Nokken" is

- ITS NOT INNOCENT TO SAY THE LEAST

- so you two don't go to Alfheim that often

- he doesn't give compliments that often, but he will compliment you

- If you get badly hurt, there's a few things he might do 

- 1) Grab a bandage or some cloth and wrap it around the wound

- 2) Try to carry you to safety before trying to tend to the wound

- 3) Get Kratos or Atreus to help him by either carrying you, or help tend to your wounds

- If you are a god, it won't really change his view of you

- he doesn't really know how to react to compliments

- well, he kinda does, some times he doesn't know how to react

———After his death———

- Everyone felt bad for you and sindri 

- You weren't the same after witnessing your loved one's death

- Sindri only trusted you 

- He would only hang out with you

- He was a little bit like his old self after a while, but still different 

- Atreus would try to apologize to you and Sindri

- You and Sindri probably still lived in his house

- Just, whenever Kratos and Atreus would come in, you two would just stay in Sindri's room.

———If you were sick———

- He'd ask Mimir what to do

- He'd make you soup

- if you ordered him around, he'd grudgingly do it

- "I don't see why ya can't do it yourself, dumb a-"

- But he'd still take care of you

- If you refused to sleep he'd make you sleep

- "Oh c'mon, just go to sleep already."

- If you can't sleep, he'd get Mimir to tell him a story to tell you- or get Mimir to tell you a story 

———During your period———

- "What the f- is a period?"

- You explained it

- "And are ya sure it isn't killing you?"

- He wasn't entirely convinced that you weren't slowly dying

- "Alright, alright I'll get you what you need I s'ppose."

- He doesn't know how to make tea

- He'll either say 

- "Suffer than. I can't helps ya with those cramps of yours."

- (yes I put s at the end of random things cause he sometimes talks like this SHUSH)

- Or he'll grudgingly ask Sindri to make it

- "Y/N, ya know what I went through for this 'tea'? Ya had better appreciate all of my hard work."

———Soulmate AU———

- At first he didn't believe in soulmates

- "What a bunch o' hog sh-"

- Then he met you

- He still didn't completely believe in soulmates, but he did love you

- And he did get irritated at your connection-

- Your Connection: Whatever one of you is eating, the other craves

- If you are eating something and he can't eat at the moment

- if you are close to him: 

- "GOD DAMMIT Y/N-"

- If you aren't close to him he'll mutter the thing above

———If you almost died———

- He'd be panicking 

- "Y/N! SINDRI, GET THE F- OVER HERE WITH THOSE BANDAGES! KRATOS, YA BETTER COME TOO!"

- He made Kratos carry you to safety since he saw that you were in a too fragile state for him to try to carry you

- But before Kratos carried you, he wrapped the wound

- His hands can be surprisingly graceful and quick 

- You don't die:

- He'd be relieved

- You opened your eyes to him next to you

- His eyes were red and puffy, but he didn't seem like he had been crying

- when he saw you were alive:

- "Well, sh-. You're alive!"

- He would keep you in the house at least a week after you have healed

- If you tried to leave before then:

- "Oh, no no nope. Ya aren't gonna leave yet." 

- If you went out to adventure, he'd either

- 1) Go with you

- 2) Get Atreus (or freya), or Mimir to watch you to make sure you are safe.

- If you did die:

- "Y/N! NO, YA AREN'T ALLOWED TO LEAVE ME! C'MON, HANG IN THERE!"

- Whoever didn't help, he'd blame them

- "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ALL YOUR F-ING FAULT! IF YOU HELPED, THEY WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!"

- His voice would be breaking / cracking

- He would probably drink more often

- He might be a little closer to sindri, and not close to whoever didn't help

- He would trust others a little less

- He might make less snarky comments or responses

- Probably be a little more quiet, and seem more tired than usual

———Their reaction to a hybrid———

- You, Sindri, Atreus, and Brok were at Sindri's house 

- Kratos was on a sort of adventure with Freya

- You got brok to come outside the house

- But there was a sort of Lindwyrm outside

- It looked like a mix of  Dragon and a lindwyrm, since it had wings

- But it was friendly

- it still seemed like a young lindwyrm, too

- "What the f-? What is that?"

- Brok was very confused

- He didn't know too much about monsters, but he knew that there weren't any known hybrids 

- He wanted to brag about it to others

- He probably told sindri something like

- "Look at what Y/N and I discovered! It's better than anything ya could ever find."

- He was mainly smug about it to others, but he was actually curious 

- he probably asked Mimir about it

———Big spoon, little spoon———

- He'd probably be a big spoon

- Sometimes he would be a little spoon

- He likes the feeling of being able to protect you as a big spoon

- He's a confident one, so he doesn't really think that he needs protecting

- But he'll mainly be a little spoon if he's in a bad mood

- it makes him feel like you'll protect him from all of his problems

Also sorry I don't really know how to write brok, so I'm just trying my best- same for sindri ;v;

Yeaa they're probably gonna be outta character sorry

[basiccortez]

Coming Home From Tour | The Baby Series

series masterlist | main masterlist

synopsis: The boys come home from tour :)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: babies, mentions of sickness, mostly fluff

note: surprise??? I've had this sitting in my drafts since the end of DiG and now that those pictures of Josh are floating around I thought 'heh why not'. This is terrifying, so lets see how it goes:)

JOSH: 

You knew that the moment Josh walked out the door, he was counting down the days until he could come home to you and Oliver. Josh was such a homebody before becoming a partner, now it was even worse. He always found it hard to leave home, spending months on the road, traveling around and playing show after show. He used to call Karen at least once a day, getting updates on things back in Michigan. Now, he was calling you at least twice a day, wanting updates, pictures and videos of his son. 

Oliver was now nine months old and sitting up by himself. You had sent the group chat a video the other day of him banging a toy tambourine on the ground and Josh had never felt so much pride in his life. As much as technology was a blessing, Josh still felt like he was missing out on so much. It was almost daily that Oliver seemed to change or have some new milestone checked off the list. The best thing Josh could do every night while on stage, a million miles away, was to make sure to sing for you and Oliver. And somehow, you both knew that Josh was singing for you. 

You were somewhat privy to what the boys were planning for their last show. Josh hadn’t given you too many details in your last facetime call, but you knew that they wanted to go out with a bang. You were fast asleep by the time they took the stage in California, after having put Oliver down and listened while you played a recording of Josh reading a bedtime story to him. You were doing your morning debrief, which consisted of scrolling through tiktok and twitter while feeding Oliver and drinking tea. 

“Oliver Kiszka, stop putting bananas in your hair,” You scolded the little boy, who just gave you a gummy smile and continued to smash bananas in his brown curls. He for sure had his father’s taste for mischief. You playfully rolled your eyes and placed a couple more pieces of bananas on his highchair tray, “It sounds like half your daddy’s fans are dead this morning. Can you believe that? Can you believe it!?” 

“Ah!” Oliver exclaimed and you laughed. 

“Yes, I know! Crazy man, I tell ya!” You kissed his cheek, “Let’s get you cleaned up, sticky boy,” You had put on a Jethro Tull album, which just so happened to be Oliver and Josh’s favorites. You believe it was more Josh’s favorite but Josh swore that Oliver told him it was his favorite too. You couldn’t help the giggle that arose from your throat as ‘Reasons for Waiting’ started playing. It always sent a delightful shiver down your body, remembering the first time you heard that song and the first time you and Oliver both saw Josh and the boys on stage. 

“What a sight for my eyes,” You sang softly as you wiped your son's cheeks with a damp rag, “To see you in sleep. . .” Oliver had the same big soft brown eyes as his father, and he watched your every move with such intent. You believed that the two were more similar than everyone thought. Everyday you watched Oliver grow, the more you saw the same personality as Josh. 

“Came a thousand miles-” You sang the last line of the verse, when another voice jumped in. 

“Just to catch you smiling.” 

You turned your head around, to see Josh standing in the doorway, his backpack on his shoulders and tired, soft brown eyes looking at you. Tears welled up in your eyes as you ran towards him, and threw your arms around his neck. He grunted as you crashed into him, but held you tightly, breathing in the scent of you. He felt his throat tighten up as he ran his hands soothingly down your back as you cried into his neck. This was the moment he had been waiting for for months. 

“Da!” Oliver’s voice broke them apart, and Josh’s smile beamed like a megawatt light. You stepped out of the way so he could go grab his son. 

“My sweet boy,” Josh held his hands out as the little boy reached for him. He undid the highchair tray and pulled him into his arms. You smiled as Josh placed kisses all over the little boy's face and Oliver giggled. Your two favorite sounds had become Josh’s voice and Oliver’s laughter. 

“My god, he’s gotten so big,” Josh shook his head, running his hand over Oliver’s soft hair. He pressed his lips to the little boy’s forehead, taking a sniff of his hair, “He still smells the same. Like baby powder and lavender. It’s addicting, I had to take one of his blank-” 

“So that’s where Hawky went! You had him!” You were going crazy thinking you left one of Oliver’s blankets at some venue across the country, but it was his father who had it the whole time. 

Josh just shrugged and went back to loving on his son, “I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. I never want to leave you again.” Josh walked to you, and put his free arm around you, pulling you into him. You placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. Tears brimmed his brown eyes, and you gently cupped his cheek, brushing away a stray tear, “Ever. You’re both going to get so sick and tired of me, you’ll be calling Jake to haul me away.” 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” You smiled and Josh pecked your lips.

JAKE: 

He knew it was absolutely insane, but Jake couldn’t wait the next day to fly home with his brothers. Don’t get it wrong, Jake absolutely loved what he did. He thanked Josh nearly every day for deciding to embark on this crazy journey with him. Without Josh, there would be no Greta Van Fleet. Jake’s dream would’ve been just that. . . a dream. He would’ve been just another crazy kid who had true talent that never went anywhere. But Jake’s second dream had come true nearly ten months ago, the dream of becoming a father. 

Dylan Rose Kiszka had been the greatest gift Jake had gotten since he got his first Gibson SG. He was terrified of becoming a father, and he still had his fear. But everyday it evaporated a little bit more seeing Dylan grow. It had torn him to pieces to have to leave her and go out on the road, but you assured him that she wouldn’t want him to stay here and not go share his talent with the world. Every place that they had been, Jake made sure to buy a postcard (or send someone to go get one) so that he could start a scrapbook for her to look back on. You and Dylan had gone to a couple shows, and made sure to get the concert poster and hang it up in her room with the rest of her posters. 

“Are you sure you still want to take this flight?” Ben, their tour manager asked as he dropped Jake off out front of the airport. 

“I can not spend another night away from them,” Jake said, grabbing his backpack. Josh was sitting in the back seat and grabbed his brother’s shoulder, “The parental scolding can come late-” 

“Give her a big kiss from us,” Josh smiled, “I miss my Dyl Pickle.” 

Jake smiled and nodded at his twin, “Thank you.” 

“Now go! Or I'm gonna kick your ass for making us drop you off at 1AM,” Josh pointed towards the door, and Jake quickly scrambled out of the car and ran towards the ticketing counter. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he took a redeye flight, probably when Sam and Danny were still in high school and they had to be back from playing a show to get to monday morning classes. Jake pulled his sweater on and sunglasses, hoping that he could get through this flight without being noticed. Which, luckily he did, and sat down in his seat near the window. It was bittersweet leaving the tour so soon. He would’ve loved to stay and celebrate the end of what felt like the longest tour in history, with his brothers. But he also wanted nothing more to get home to you and his daughter. 

— — — 

Nearly four hours later, Jake had landed back in Nashville. The earth was still and quiet as he got into the car waiting to take him home. His heart started racing and his hands grew clammy. Why was he so nervous? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was the fact he’s spent the last five months of his daughter’s life on the road? Would she even know who he is? Yes, they had facetimed and called, and you even spent a week with them on the road, but that was different than this moment. 

He was home. The tour had come to an end. There was no more packing up to wake up in a new city or country. There would be lazy moments just the three of you in the morning while you tended to Dylan and Jake made his famous blueberry pancakes and eggs. There would be sessions at the studio where he would try and get Dylan to walk or maybe even bang some keys on the piano. There would be nights where he’d help get her to bed so that you can relax from spending the day with her.  

The driver pulled up in front of the small craftsman that you inhabited, and Jake thanked him, giving him a tip. He stood there for a moment in front of the house, just taking in the sight of it. It felt like it had been years since he had been there. He looked to his left, at the mailbox that you insisted on painting for your first house. Your hand print, his, and Dylan’s were on it, like the house in UP. A smile broke out on his face as he fished his keys out from his bag and unlocked the door quietly. 

Jake did his best to avoid the creaky parts of the floorboards as he made his way upstairs to the nursery. The mobile above the crib was going, softly playing the melody to ‘Light My Love’, which made Jake’s heart pound in his chest. He walked over to the crib, which he noticed had been lowered and made him a bit sad to think about his little girl growing up. Dylan’s light brown eyes were looking up at the mobile as Jake leaned over the crib. 

“Look at you, wide awake,” Jake smiled and reached in to pick her up. Dylan didn’t stir, as if she knew who Jake was. He grabbed her baby blanket from the rocking chair, and sat down, laying her head on his chest and rocking gently, “You remember me? Remember who I am?” Dylan looked up at him, her quiet way of saying that she did, in fact, know who was holding her. You had told Jake during the last phone call that Dylan had started to become clingy and tearful around people she didn’t know. 

“Kinda expected you to yell at me, or something,” Jake smiled, playing with the curls at the base of her neck, “But you know me, don’t you, baby,” He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, and she laid her head back against his chest. She sucked gently on her thumb as Jake rubbed her back, “I missed you like the sun misses the moon at night. But there’s no more needing to miss each other. Cause I’m home. We’re all together again.” Jake settled in the chair, letting out a deep breath, as he kicked his feet up on the footstool in front of him. 

He slowly rocked, not only himself, but Dylan back to bed. And a couple hours later, you arose to find both people you loved fast asleep. You walked over to the rocking chair and gently ran your hand over Jake’s hair, kissing his forehead. 

“Welcome home, rockstar,” You whispered.

SAM: 

Raising twins was hard. Raising twins on your own was even harder. You had found a much deeper appreciation for the people of the world who raised babies on their own. You knew that your single parenting life was only lasting for a short period of time, but you were so ready for Sam to be home to help with Harrison and Lennon. The three of you had stayed home the whole tour, you were too anxious about flying with two newborns by yourself to wherever Sam was. Even though you knew that you would have help with the babies, you just weren’t ready to go through all that yet. 

It had been harder than you thought having Sam away. The first month was fairly easy, since the twins were only about three months old. They slept most of the time, and you had Karen around to help you. Then they started getting older and sleep regression had hit. Then on top of sleep regression, came teething. And on top of teething, came sudden weaning (which had hurt more than you were willing to admit). Now Harrison was standing with support and Lennon was crawling, both of them getting into everything. 

The boys had played their last show the other night, and Sam was due to come home today. He told you to not make a big deal out of it, but he should’ve known better than to tell you that. Because you, in fact, were going to make a big deal out of it. You and the twins had survived your first tour. You had gotten through six months of being alone with two Kiszka twins. 

You planned on cleaning the house, picking up all the stray toys that were strewn everywhere. Finishing up the mountain of laundry that you had been ignoring for days. You were going to have Harrison and Lennon make a banner that said ‘Welcome Home’ on it. And cooking Sam’s favorite, breakfast for dinner. But that was all thrown out the window when a cry woke you up at 3AM. 

“Shh, Harrison,” You tried soothing your ten month old. Somehow both the twins woke up sick. Lennon had thrown up all over the second you picked her up, and Harrison had hardly stopped crying since he woke up. This was the one test that you hadn’t gone through while Sam was on tour: the first flu. Lennon was crying in her pack-in-play, having pulled herself up to stand as you ran around the kitchen trying to make a bottle for her. 

“I know, I know,” You sighed, opening up cabinets and looking for the motrin, “You’re just so sad and. . .” You grimaced as you heard the sound of a hiccup followed by a splash, “Your tummy hurts. Mama’s getting you medicine.” You set Harrison down in his high chair, which was hard since he was clinging to your shirt for dear life, “One second baby, gotta help your sister.” 

You pulled away from your son, to grab the bottle and syringe of motrin. You measured out the correct dosage of the liquid, before grabbing the now heated bottle and going to Lennon. Avoiding the vomit that was now on the plastic mat of the pack-in-play, you picked her up and placed her on your hip. She squirmed her head around as you tried to give her the medicine. 

“C’mon, Lenny, it’ll make you feel better,” You tried convincing her. But if there was one thing about these Kiszka twins, it was that they were smart, “It tastes so yummy, see momma tries,” You putthe syringe on your lip, “Now baby tries!” Lennon shook her head and wailed even louder, if that was possible, “Lennon May, it’s good for you!” She shook her head around again, and you could feel the frustration starting to settle in. You took a deep breath, ready to try and give it to her again when a voice came in from behind you. 

“Oh is the baby sad?” Sam’s voice was like a breath of fresh air as you sighed and closed your eyes. You turned to face him, near tears as he walked to you. You handed him Lennon, and he gently squashed her, taking the syringe of motrin from you, “My dear, sweet, girl, you’re so sad. Why? Why is my baby sad?” 

“Both of them have a cold,” You said and went to pick up Harrison, “I’m sorry. This isn’t the welcome home you deserve. I had a plan with a clean house, balloons, and a cooked meal cause I know you’ve been eating nothing but-” 

“As much as all that sounds great,” Sam said, as he finished giving Lennon her medicine, and set the syringe back down, “I would think something is even more wrong if I came home to a clean house and dinner on the table.” 

“But you-” 

“But I, nothing,” Sam smiled and looked at you, “If I wanted nice and quiet I would’ve gone to my parents. I want loud and chaos. I want to spend the day with my twins, sick or healthy.” 

“But Sam, you-” 

“Get to cuddle my babies back to health? Why yes, I do,” Sam said, and kissed Lennon’s cheek. He walked over to you and placed a kiss on your lips, “This is the best welcome home I could ever have.” 

“I’m covered in baby puke and haven’t washed my hair in four days,” You pouted. 

“And you look so beautiful. What is a better welcome home than my girl, and my babies? Nothing,” Sam said, and grabbed your hand, “Now come on, I want cuddles and Bluey.”

You giggled and followed him into the living room. You sat down on the couch, each of you holding a twin in your arms, as you grabbed the remote and went to all the recorded episodes of Bluey. You found one that seemed to be the twins favorites and settled in next to your baby daddy, as he sang along to the intro song.

DANNY: 

Danny sighed as he walked into the house, quietly kicking off his shoes. It was late when they had gotten in and unloaded equipment from the bus. He had sent you a text not to wait up, that he would probably be home late. He didn’t want to come home after you and Jude went to bed, wanting to spend his first night home from a long tour with you and him. But, he also didn’t want you staying up late past Jude’s bedtime either. 

Jude was almost one, and Danny felt like he had missed most of his life already. There were milestones that Danny had missed due to being on the road, or being at the studio. He hated it. You had told him over and over again that it was okay, that Jude wouldn’t even know the difference if Danny was there or not. It still didn’t help Danny feel any better. 

The house looked pretty much the same as he had left it a couple weeks ago, but there were a few more toys laying around which was curtesy of Jude Francis. Danny picked up a couple of them, putting them in the basket by the fireplace where you kept them. He found a sticky note on the mantle that said you left him dinner in the microwave. 

“Always one step ahead,” Danny whispered, and picked up the note, making sure to place it with the others he kept from you. 

He moved around the kitchen quietly as he warmed up the plate of food you had left for him. He smiled at the new picture on the fridge that looked like Jude had drawn at daycare. The front of their fridge had become covered in pictures of Jude and them, pictures Jude had scribbled at daycare, or projects they had him do. Danny cherished every single picture like it was a masterpiece. While Danny was away, you made sure to facetime him as you put the new picture on the fridge and cheered for Jude as you did so. 

When Danny was done eating, he walked up the stairs quietly, looking at the various family pictures that littered the walls as he walked to the bedroom. He smiled at your sleeping frame as he moved around in the half lit room, taking off his clothes and putting on something more comfortable. He washed his face and brushed his teeth, throwing his hair up into a bun. He walked over to you, and gently ran his hand over your hair, and leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

You moved slightly at the feeling of his body, and gave him a sleepy smile, “Mm, welcome home, baby.” 

“Glad to be home, honey,” Danny whispered and leaned back down to kiss your lips, “How was your day?” 

“Good. Jude drew a new picture at daycare.” 

“I saw. Might need him to draw my new base drum cover.” 

You let out a tired chuckle, “You eat?” 

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, “Go back to sleep, I’m gonna go check on our boy,” You nodded and Danny kissed your lips once more  before he walked down the hallway to his little boy’s room. 

His heart felt warm as he walked into the room, and could see his son’s sleeping face, with his thumb tucked into his mouth. Jude was fast asleep on his back, small little sighs leaving his mouth as he slept. Danny crept over to his crib, leaning over it as he watched the little boy sleep soundly. Danny watched his chest rise and fall, still scared that he was going to have a lapse in breathing. Jude had finally grown out of his sleep apnea, but it didn’t stop Danny from still being worried about it. 

Danny sighed and leaned his head on his arms, closing them for a second when he heard Jude stir. Danny picked his head up quickly and watched as the little boy moved around, readjusting to get more comfortable, and shifting the soft blanket that covered him. Once Jude was settled back into sleep, a deep sigh leaving his mouth, Danny fixed the baby blanket, slightly tucking him back in. Danny gently patted the back of his head, feeling his soft brown curls, and then leaned in to kiss his head. 

“Goodnight, baby,” Danny said, and left the room, to go lay down next to his wife.

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A New Neighbor | Kratos x GN! Reader | Chapter 13

Content Warnings: Adult language, partial nudity(?), violence

Word Count: 1,154

Chapter 12, Chapter 14

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You followed Kratos and Atreus through the mystic gate way and entered the new realm. You were immediately hit with a wave of intense heat. 

“Oh wow… It’s really hot.” You stated the obvious.

“Yeah… it sucks.” Atreus empathized with you. 

You were already beginning to sweat. You hated the heat. You hated sweating. You could tell your mood was not going to be good on this trip. You looked around to make sure there were no enemies nearby, then quickly took off your chest plate.

Kratos was walking down a path with Atreus following close behind. But Atreus hadn’t heard your footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw you taking off your pants and immediately looked away with a red face. 

“Father, (y/n) is… uhm…” He didn’t want to finish his sentence. 

“Hm?” Kratos grunted, stopping and turning to look at his son, then looked past him to see you in the distance in different clothes. 

You were bending over, putting your clothes in a pocket on the side of your armor. But because Brok had to be a dickhead, your butt was almost half out when you were bent over. 

“… What did you see?” He questioned his son.

“Nothing! I swear, I didn’t see anything... Just, they started to, uhm, undress.” Atreus told his father. 

Kratos pulled his eyes away from your backside when you stood up straight, his face with a slight dusting of pink. It’d been who knows how long since he had seen anyone so exposed. He noticed a twinge in his dick. Not good. He took a breath to steady his mind and body, composing himself.

You were just catching up to Kratos and Atreus, pulling down your shorts slightly. You were going to give Brok a smack on the head for this. 

“Sorry… I knew it was hot here, so I was wearing clothes under my clothes.” You explained. 

Atreus breathed out a small sigh of relief that he hadn’t seen anything private on accident. 

“It is… fine.” Kratos stated. 

“Aye, a little short there, (y/n).” Mimir addressed the elephant in the room. 

“Well… basically it’s Brok’s fault. He made them. I thought they wouldn’t be too bad, but…” you trailed off.

“Brok?” Kratos and Mimir said in unison. 

You nodded slowly, wondering what the men were thinking.

Kratos had a streak of jealousy run through him, but just for a moment.

“Hm…” Kratos grumbled as he turned around to continue walking. 

Atreus followed his father, and you followed Atreus. Your goal is going to be to stay behind Atreus for the entirety of the trip.

“So… where are we headed, Mimir?” Atreus spoke up.

“Well, first we have to quite a bit of climbing to get to the base of the mountain.” Mimir explained. 

“Okay… we can do that!” Atreus remained optimistic.

Kratos approached an edge that looked like they could climb down quite a bit. Kratos looked to you then squatted down slightly. 

“Up.” He commanded you.

He’d made himself shorter so it’d be easier for you to climb on his back. You jumped up on his back and wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your legs on his hips. Your thigh was resting right on top of Mimir’s head.

“Sorry Mimir…” You apologized. 

“S’alright (y/n)” Mimir assured you. He’d been knocked around and even sat on a few times. This wasn’t bad. 

Kratos started to climb down the side of the mountain and Atreus went after him. 

You rested the side of your face on Kratos’ head, you assumed it would be a long ways down, so you might as well get comfortable. 

“Mh…” You heard a small grumble come from Kratos. 

You lifted your head, “Sorry, I should’a asked first.” You apologized to him. 

“It is fine.” Kratos replied to you. A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed before he spoke up again.

“You may return your head if you wish.” He stated.

A small smile crept onto your face as you gently rested your head on Kratos’ again.

About 20 minutes had passed when Kratos finally stepped onto solid ground. You had gotten used to the rhythm of Kratos’ body moving and the occasional grunt coming from him. The stillness caused you to lift your head. 

“We make it?” you asked. 

“Yes.” Kratos replied to you as he watched Atreus step onto the ground.

You reluctantly unhooked your legs from his waist and slowly lowered yourself from the Spartan. You let your hands linger on his shoulders just a few seconds longer than necessary.

Surprisingly, there were no monsters eager to greet you. Maybe you’d all get a little bit of mercy from the universe today. 

“Now, you need to look for Gondul.” Mimir instructed.

“The Valkyrie?” Atreus questioned.

“Exactly, lad.” Mimir confirmed.

“What do we require of her?” Kratos proded, leading the way down a path.

“Uhm… well it’s not really her you need, it’s what she’s guarding. A key.” Mimir explained.

“Well…” You edged on Mimir, “Keep going, what does the key open?” you asked the severed head as you wiped some sweat off your forehead. 

“Ah, yes. The key unlocks a vault, filled with treasures. Among them should be the ring.” Mimir finally finished explaining. 

“Mh.” Kratos grunted, confident that the three-, sorry four, of you could get this done easily. 

You spotted some draugr in the distance. The paths have been unusually bare, but you couldn’t expect to get lucky enough to avoid every monster. The three of you were able to clear out the draugr you encountered, but they were getting more armored and difficult as you went along.

Soon, you came to stairs leading to underneath the mountain. Kratos got out his axe and headed down the stairs, Atreus was readying his bow and following right behind him. You took this as a sign to get your spear ready as you followed close behind Atreus. 

The stairs led you to a circular arena with a pair of folding wings at the far end, you assumed this was the Valkyrie. 

“Prepare yourselves.” Kratos warned as he approached the Valkyrie, triggering it to unfold its wings.

You had your spear ready as you began to get into closer range of your current enemy. Atreus was already sinking arrows into Gondul as Kratos ran up to strike her. You were a little sad that your first encounter with a Valkyrie had to be under these circumstances.

After a lot of dodging and stabbing, Kratos was ripping off the wings off the Valkyrie. You noticed he had quite a few over-the-top finishing moves for enemies. You and Atreus were breathing heavy and dripping in sweat. The spirit of Gondul was released and thanked Kratos for freeing her before ascending and fading into the air. Kratos made sure to grab a golden key that was inside the Valkyrie’s helmet. A surprisingly nice ending to a violent encounter.

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Forget About It

TXT Choi Soobin x Reader Summary: You and Soobin had been together for years, only it didn't feel like it because of how often you'd call it quits. Word Count: 4k+ Warnings: School/University AU, fluff, angst, jealousy, complicated relationships, cheating?, anger, typos because I haven't checked for them yet, etc.

A/N: I know I have requests n stuff but i just wanna write with no expectations TY ALSO, the story is prompted by the lyrics, which are in the fic, from Forget About It by All Time Low

You are a handful of roses, thorns in a cheap bouquet.

I slammed my hardbound, 4th grade Math textbook on his face, fuming, absolutely delirious, "THAT'S WHAT YOU GET, CHOI SOOBIN!"

Soobin couldn't even reply, or speak, or think. He was dazed from the hit. He didn't even know what he did wrong, it seemed. I scoffed at him, "don't mess with me again," then turned my heels.

I froze when I heard someone scream, "BLOOD!"

I did not think this through.

It was pretty instantaneous. All the shocked looks and screams caught the attention of a passing teacher. Mr. Bang walks in and his face drops when he sees his beloved Soobin with a bloody nose.

Dear lord, why didn't I think this through?

"CHOI SOOBIN! What happened to you?"

Not one person moved a muscle.

Soobin wiped his philtrum and smiled sheepishly, "I had an accident."

"Did you slip?!"

"No," he mutters, "one of the girls told something and accidentally hit me."

"Accidentally?!"

I took a breath and turned around, feeling tears glass my eyes, "I DID IT, MR. BANG!"

Mr. Bang turns to me, fully surprised, thinking the plot thickens.

He calls my name in shock, "why would you hit your classmate like that?!"

"I-" I sniffle, feeling shame creep up on me, past my rage. I could feel the room somehow spotlight me. I heard some people whispering.

I let out a breath as fat tears drop down my cheek. I scratch my eye with one hand, keeping a firm hold on my book with the other, "the boys were picking on me for weeks, saying Soobin had a crush on me. I saw Soobin put something in my locker so I hit him with my book."

There was a pause from Mr. Bang. The room gets filled with murmurs. Mr. Bang turns from me to Soobin, places his hands on his hips, then gives me a look, "what did Soobin put in your locker?"

"A note, saying he liked me."

A chorus of oohs fly in the air.

"You hit him because of that? You don't want him to like you?" Mr. Bang asks.

I burst, "it's not true! They did that to me before. They only like picking on me. They don't like me."

Mr. Bang pauses then sighs, turning to me then Soobin, "come on, both of you. Let's head to the clinic."

True, I'm a walking disaster, they told you to stay away.

"YAA!!" Yeonjun screams, pointing at the man who had thrown a baseball at him, "do you want to die?"

I watched from the side of the field as Soobin smirked at the older boy, "no, but you should practice your catching."

Yeonjun fumes.

I release a sigh, as my best friend beside me panics, "ya! That's the guy you like? He's crazy!"

I shake my head, "you don't understand cause you just moved here. Soobin is really smart."

Her eyes widen. Chaeryoung whines, "okay, but he's fighting with Yeonjun! Yeonjun! Even I know that's a bad idea."

I turn to her, "I have my moments too. I brok-" "broke his nose in 4th grade. Yeah, you mentioned. But you're graduating grade school now! You're not a kid, you should be able to tell he's bad news."

I turn back to Soobin, who coincidentally spots me at that moment. He looked so skinny and small next to the heart-throb, big timer Yeonjun. Yeonjun was that kind of guy that the girls fell in love with. He smart, athletic, handsome, and came off as a bad boy, which made his appeal ever bigger. He was also a year older than us, which was why Soobin was compared to him a lot. In our grade, Soobin was the popular one, and him and Yeonjun never really got along.

Soobin flashes me a dimpled smile and waves. He carelessly shouts at Yeonjun without even looking, "I forfeit, you win."

Yeonjun scoffs in disbelief and storm after him, "YA, YOU PUNK!"

Soobin however runs towards me and ignores him. Yeonjun stops in his tracks and kicks some dirt.

Chaeryeong focuses her attention off of Soobin. Soobin gives me a smile once he's in front of me, "hi."

I feel butterflies in my stomach, "hi."

Soobin turns to Chaeryeong and waves, "hey, Chaeryeong."

Chaeryeong turns to him, seemingly caught off guard, and scratches her neck, waving softly after, "hi."

"Should we get going?" Soobin asks, tilting his head.

I nod. He smiles again, "I'll get my bag."

Seems like I'm makin' a deal with the devil who's whispering softly to me, "are you sure that she's the one?"

Chaeryeong and I walk into our classroom, confused why the lights are closed. Chaeryeong in particular is annoyed by the fact there are chairs blocking the door, "what in the world-"

We both shove it aside and suddenly jolt and scream because of the loud chorus of shouts in the room.

When I realize what's happening, I turn and see there was a surprise party going on inside the room.

There was a banner by the end off the room that read, "I like you."

Most, if not all, our classmates were clumped together in the back, and in the middle of it all, Soobin was standing with a bouquet of flowers. Immediately, my cheeks were burning.

Chaeryeong looks at me with wide eyes and pulls me close to her when we get into the room.

Soobin walks forward and calls my name.

I give Chaeryeong a look then step towards Soobin. He hands me the bouquet and then asks, "will you be my girlfriend?"

I stare at the flowers and say, "no."

The students behind him gasp.

Soobin stills.

Cause I feel like a bad joke walking tightrope to hold on to you

"So," Taehyun says, sitting next to me as he catches his breath. I turn to the sweaty player as he makes an exasperated face, "you're the girl who rejected the captain just to end up dating him anyway."

I purse my lips and raise a brow, "and you're a baseball player on time out. What's your point?"

Taehyun gives an airy laugh. I turn back to the field and see Soobin throw a ball that ends up becoming a strike. I can barely hear him yell, "come on, Kai, you gotta try better than that."

Taehyun asks, "did you really reject him because you didn't like him?"

I turn to him and raise a brow, "would I be his girlfriend if I didn't like him?"

"Then why did you reject him?"

"I was in grade school, and I didn't like being put on the spot."

He hums, "does that mean when I go to high school next year, I'll end up dating my crush?"

I snort, "I don't know. It could just mean you'll get rejected."

Taehyun freezes.

"Hey."

I turn to my side and find Yeojun, holding a bottle of chocolate milk, "here. I heard you like chocolate milk. Thanks for helping me with my homework again."

I look at the chocolate in his hand and smile sheepishly, "it's okay, Yeonjun oppa. No need to repay me."

He steps forward and places the drink beside me, "no. I just feel like I have to take care of a dongsaeng, especially if they are someone who taught me something I couldn't understand."

Yeonjun moves back, "don't leave it on the bench, okay? I'll cry if you do." He then walks off with a soft smile.

Soobin, who was watching the entire thing, almost got hit by a ball due to his inattention to the game.

Was it real or a love scene from a bad dream?

"I don't see why it's a big deal?"

Soobin rolls his eyes and scoffs, "it's a really big deal because Yeojun has been my rival since I was born!"

"That's so childish, Soobin. We're in high school now, you have to mature. And besides, he only gave me a chocolate drink."

"And you drank it!" Soobin says as I continue to eat my lunch for the day.

I turn from my food to him and raise a brow, "that doesn't mean anything."

'Oh," he then grabs the bottled yogurt drink I had then gave a mean look, "so if I go up to Tzuyu and give this to her, it'll be okay with you?"

I pull my head back, feeling my jaw drop, "how is that the same? Tzuyu is a senior, who you've never even talked to!"

Soobin shakes his head, "no. I've talked to her in the library once."

I look at him in disbelief, "fine then! Give it to her, see if I care."

"Fine!" Soobin says, "let's break up while we're at it then."

"FINE!"

And so Soobin stands up and walks up to Tzuyu, giving her the drink.

I don't think I can forget about it.

"YA CHOI SOOBIN!" Chaeryeong screams as she throws the volleyball and slams it to the other side of the net. She gave a pretty good serve and the boys on the other side wasn't able to save it.

Our PE teacher whistles and motions to our side of the net.

Us girls of the class huddle together and cheer, giving each other high fives and hyping up Chaeryeong for scoring us points.

The next match starts and after a long minute of passing the ball back and forth, the boys manage to score. Soobin shouts loudly, patting his teammate who scored on the butt.

Chaeryeong turns to me, rolling her eyes, "boys."

We start another round, and Soobin serves. I manage to catch the ball and pass it back. One of the guys catch the ball and then passes it back to our side of the net. It goes about like this for a while until one of the guys from the other team jumps and then slams his hand on the ball, unintentionally bringing the ball flying right to my face.

I literally see stars and don't really know remember what happened next.

When I wake up, I see Soobin by the side if my bed. He stands up from his seat, "don't move you have a slight concussion."

I feel my head hammer, "what happened?"

"You accidentally got hit in the face," he says quickly then calls for the school nurse. Soobin looks back at me and smiles, placing a hand on my head quickly then retracting, "it'll be alright."

It's in moments like this where the sun is against his skin and his eyes are soft that I forget that Soobin and I ever get into fights.

His dimpled smile just makes me happy.

You are a shining example of why I don't sleep at all.

After this incident, we were known to be the light switch couple, because of how often we break up then get back together, on again then off again.

There were multiple occasions where we would attend an event together one quarter, and deny the other's existence in the other. So many times when we would switch it up from holding hands down the hallway to laughing with our friends about the other.

One thing was for sure though, neither of us liked it when the other had someone dangling around them.

I remember briefly when we were on a break and Soobin was about to leave baseball practice. I still got to see him because I stayed late doing some homework.

There was this lower level girl that was giving him a note. Soobin took it from her and smiled. I gripped my hands tightly when he pat the girl's head. I release a breath and begin to go down my way to go home, and it seems Soobin noticed me.

He watches for a moment before deciding to call out my name. I ignore him and keep walking.

This particular incident ended with Soobin running after me and us making up after.

Then there was another moment when we had an interschool festival. Soobin was busy with his baseball, and I couldn't care less because we were, yet again, not on good terms.

It just so happened that there was a tug of war event that was going on and the two teams were separated into two different schools. Joining my school, we literally pulled against the other team with all our strength, but still lost because supposedly most of the guys there were athletes in volleyball.

One in particular caught my eye. His name was Johnny Seo and he was hecka cute. It seemed I caught his attention too, because right after the round, he came up to me and made small talk.

We barely even talked really, but I was still snitched to Soobin, of course, by his loyalist minion Taehyun.

This ended with me confronting Soobin about it, but him just getting enraged even more. It would take much more time for us to get back together after this.

T-t-t-too many sheep in the brain to make sense of a late night call.

"Hello?" I groggily answer my phone that woke me up.

"... are you already asleep? It's only 19:36."

I moan and stretch, "I fell asleep doing my homework."

He chuckles, "how predictable."

"What do you want, Soobin?" I sigh.

He takes a moment to respond, "I'm outside your window."

I am fully awake when he says that. I walk to my window and see him standing outside, looking up at me. He pulls his phone away and waves. I look down on him and shake my head, whispering to the phone, "I'm not in the mood to fight with you."

"I'm not here to-"

"I have homework to do. Let's just talk tomorrow."

Soobin looks at his phone in shock as he gets hung up on.

Talking in circles and chasing the tale of a love drunk, distant memory.

"Soobin!" I shouted against the screams of the chattering crowd in the baseball game. It was minutes before the start of the game and I was trying my darndest to catch the attention of the captain to give him words of encouragement and make things right between us.

The game however already starts and I'm left waiting in agitation for the game to end. He had grown a lot from the skinny kid on the field. Soobin was leaner and much taller. He had grace in his movements. I cheer whenever his team scores, and I even try to get him to notice me in the crowd, but he was too entranced in the game to notice anything out of it.

Alas, when the game finally ended, I ran down the bleachers and went for Soobin. I'm stuck in a crowd of people though, running to him as well to congratulate him on the win.

I'm completely flabbergasted when I find Soobin's lips locked on someone else's. It all happened so fast. I have never seen that girl before, and it seems like neither has Soobin when he shoves her away and screams at her.

I'm enraged but I'm also stuck in my place, suddenly realizing that there were so many girls that wanted Soobin, and I was just one of them.

Suddenly, it felt like it didn't make sense to come up to him right now.

I was walking away, when I suddenly hear Soobin call for me. I look over to him and find him dashing over.

Am I sure that she's the one?

We were hanging out in the park after classes on this particular day. We were sat on our favorite bench that faced the playground and was positioned under a tree. I turn to Soobin and pout, resting my chin on his shoulder, "ya..."

He hums and turns to me, chewing on his chocolate bar. He holds it up and raises a brow, "you want some?"

I shake my head, "no."

He nods then asks again, "what up?"

I release a breath, "do you think we'd still be together after we graduate highschool?"

"Ya," he says, "we're graduating tomorrow? Do you plan on breaking up with me?"

I smack his arm, "you know what I mean." I look off the distance then mumble, "and what about after that?

He takes another bite of his chocolate, "I think so."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "I don't know anyone else who can tolerate you."

I turn to him in offence, "ya!" I grab his chocolate and eating it all in one go. I glare at him when I do so.

He watches me and chuckles, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead, "ahh, why wouldn't I be with you when you're too cute?"

You know there are some days when I really feel like this could work, like you and I are finally gonna get it right.

When we got to university, it was honestly like a scene from a movie. Soobin and I had been closer than ever and we rarely broke up or got into fights.

Then there are days like today, when you make me wanna tear my fucking hair out.

But when we did, it was like a storm struck a ship in the middle of the pacific.

Our new friends were not used to it. I luckily wound up not only in the same school as Soobin, but as well as Chaeryeong. Chaeryeong was there for me whenever Soobin and I had meltdowns. Soobin had yet another entire baseball team on his side whenever we got into a fight. But our fights were not the same ones we had in highschool.

I feel just like a bad joke.

The only difference between our fights now was that we took much longer to get back together, and there were so many things in the middle of us that made it harder to reconcile.

Gotta know, was it real?

Days would seem much, much longer than it was without him, and yet it was so tiring to do the same old kiss and make-up routine that we had going on.

I could see his lingering stares into the distance, the tired expression he held whenever I would begin to disagree. And I knew he could tell that I was equally exasperated whenever he had a bone to pick with me.

Trips to the library were just quiet. Lunches at the diner would just be us eating. Walks down the park would just be walking. When I was with him, it made sense because it was comfortable, but it was like we didn't even talk to each other anymore. And whenever we did and it ended up with us not seeing eye to eye, we just ignored each other then moved on like nothing happened.

(Waking up from a bad dream)

"Ya," I called on Soobin, who had fallen asleep in the middle of my explanation of his history homework.

I was annoyed that he slept in the middle of my explanation, when I put so much effort into it, but as I looked at him next to me, as we were both sprawled on our chests on my dorm floor, I couldn't bring myself to be angry. I knew how tired he was.

I brushed the hair out of his forehead and frowned, "Soobin."

He blinked his eyes open slowly, finally realizing he had fallen asleep. He makes a sound and stretches his arm, "sorry. I fell asleep."

I sigh, "I know. I saw."

"Sorry," he repeats, "I had a long day at practice. Our coach worked us to death," he chuckles softly.

"I know," I reply blankly, "I saw."

Soobin looks at me, remembering that I was there waiting for him to finish his practice.

I sigh, "you know what, you should go back to your dorm and get some rest."

He tries to rebut, but I only stand up and urge him, "go home, Soobin, you need to sleep."

When he stands up, he towers over me. His eyes were glassy, but it was due to his sleepiness. He came a long way from the boy whose nose I broke in the fourth grad. I was here with him since then, but why does it feel like I don't know him?

He sighs, "can I see you tomorrow?"

"No. I have to work on my thesis."

"When can I see you then?"

"I don't know."

He repeats, sternly, "you don't know."

"I really don't, Soobin."

He sighs then nods, "okay."

Soobin moves to get his things and I try to help him but he rejects my help. He leaves without saying another word.

I cried before going to sleep that night.

From a bad dream I don't think, I can forget about it.

"Funny seeing you here," the waiter says as I turn from my menu to him. My eyes grow wide, "Yeonjun oppa?"

He smiles down at me, "In the flesh. Do you go to a university near here?"

"I do," I nod, "do you?"

He scoffs playfully, "of course I do. I had high marks when you helped me with my homework, so I got into my dream school."

"Oppa, you have to stop with that."

"Why? It's true!" he chuckles, "just for that, I'll make sure to give you discounts if you come here on my shifts. I only work part time, since I still have baseball practice."

"You're still in baseball too?"

He raises a brow, "of course. Is Soobin not?" He then release a breath, "are you still even with that punk?"

I turn to my menu again, deciding not to reply.

He chuckles, "you're still the light switch couple, huh?"

I ignore this and order, "I'll have some chicken and a milkshake."

Yeonjun smirks, "one chicken and milkshake for the pretty lady."

He's already gone before I can reply to him. At the same time he leaves, I hear my phone buzz. I pick it up from the table and find it was a text from Chaeryeong. My soul leaves my body when I see pictures of Soobin with his arm over a girl's shoulder, one where they were laughing, and one when they were kissing.

It was not the best quality, but I knew Soobin well enough to know it was him and to know that he was definitely with some girl.

Chaeryeong texts me: "I'm going to kill him."

I felt like throwing up.

So just forget about it.

"Oppa, that's not what I said!" I laugh as I point at Yeonjun's text book. I continue, "come on, look closer, the text book clearly says that--"

"Nope," he laughs back and stands, grabbing the book and bringing it over his head, "you can't make me feel dumb if you can't explain it to me without the book.

I look up at Yeonjun and his cheeky smirk, raising a brow, "and what makes you think I can't explain it without a text book?"

"Me!" he makes a face, "because I can't understand without one."

I sigh, "you're as childish as Soobin."

"Ya!" he says putting the book down on the table with a thud, "I told you not to compare me to that jerk, especially with what he did to you."

"And what did I do?"

We both turn to whom spoke up, finding Soobin by the side of our table in the diner. It was the same diner Yeonjun worked at, by the way, only he didn't have work today. Soobin looked delirious. He was gripping the flowers he had in his hands tightly.

Yeonjun's face dropped. He places his hands in his pockets.

"What are you doing here, Soobin?" I ask.

Soobin's face is tense in anger. He shudders, lips quivering. He looks away to contain himself then turns to me, "I came here to talk to you, but I see you here with him?"

"I don't really want to talk to you, Soobin."

"Yeah, and you've made it so clear whenever you ignore my texts and calls."

I turn back to my text book and breathe in heavily. I then turn to Yeonjun and pull on his arm, whispering, "let's get back to work."

Yeonjun shoots Soobin a glare before ultimately sitting down.

Soobin walks forward and barks, "stay away from my girlfriend, you piece of garbage."

Yeonjun turns to Soobin with death in his eyes, "she's not your girlfriend anymore, punk." He leans back on his chair and smirks, "if anything, she's mine."

Soobin sucks in a breath sharply. With the last of his self control, he holds back. He then calls my name, "I need to talk to you."

I snap at him, "I don't want to talk to you."

"What did I even do?"

I turn to Soobin and quip, "You were with another girl!"

Soobin freezes.

"I was sent picture after picture of you being with some girl and kissing her!"

Soobin is in disbelief, "do you honestly think that lowly of me?"

"Soobin, it's always like this. We fight and make up, but what's the point when clearly you don't even love me anymore."

Soobin's grip on the flowers loosen. He feels hurt. He feels defeated. He feels tears form in his eyes. He feels so misunderstood and wronged. His voice breaks, "you didn't even think of asking me. You just disappeared and messed with my mind."

I look away from him. I look blankly at the text in front of me, not even registering what the words meant. It takes a moment, but I continue with my lesson with Yeonjun. Yeonjun himself grows protective and moves closely towards me, pulling my chair near him.

Soobin wants to scream, but he feels so tired. He sighs, "you didn't even give me the benefit of the doubt. Didn't you even think it could have been for, I don't know, a commercial I got or a play I was in."

I stop my discussion with Yeonjun as Soobin continues, "you wouldn't even know if I had one, because we barely talk at all."

Yeonjun eyes turn from me to Soobin. He watches as Soobin drops the bouquet of flowers and mutters.

So just forget.

[marvelmymarvel]

Behind the Mask

Kakashi Hatake x Reader

Synopsis: You never realized how much you missed seeing him in the mask, until he put it back on.

Song: City of the Dead by Eurielle https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=7bpwXXEKDAg&feature=share

A/n: The gif I think is when he was 14ish, but him and the reader are both 25 in this story. Also, I’m a sucker for Naruto Mom Figure reader. Fight me on it.

Everything felt tense despite the crowds around you cheering happily. You didn't know if the feeling was because of your own Shinobi instincts or if you knew that an enemy was planning on targeting this event thanks to Kakashi. Naruto tugged on your arm, snapping you from your thoughts as he began to bound towards the seats. You were able to catch yourself and catch up with him, but the sudden loud roar of the crowd caused your breath to catch in your throat. 

Naruto let go of your hand as you entered the mouth of the archway leading to the stands, you were on the second level of the arena, hoping that maybe you could have time to get the both of you out of there in case something happened. The second level was also where you saw them. Your eyes caught sight of the ANBU on the roof tops, causing your blood to run cold. “Son of a bitch” you breathed out, if Naruto caught sight of them he would surely know that something was up.

Biting your lip, you let the boy drag you down to the middle row, innocently unaware of the threat that the ANBU’s presence foreshadowed. “HEY!” Naruto’s screech caused you to jump, eyes wide and frantically searching around for any threat, only stopping when you heard Naruto laugh beside you. “Man, you are jumpy today! Kakashi-Sensei wasn’t kidding when he said that you jump every time he surprises you” 

Your eyes narrowed at the blonde before you stuck out your tongue at him, “Don't forget who raised you, ya little shi-” Another roar of clapping and cheers cut you off and pulled Naruto’s attention to the fighting below. He soon joined in on the cheering, standing quickly as he shook his fists and screamed along with those around you. Slyly, you drug your eyes across the mouth of the open roof. 

“Did you see that!?” Naruto screamed back at you, making your e/c eyes snap back to his. A sweet smile formed on your face, dread flowing through your veins as the number you counted repeated over and over in your head. “No... But I’m sure it was amazing, right!?” 8, there were 8 ANBU on top of the building.

This was serious. 

Naruto nodded at your question and began to explain what just happened but before he could finish, he was once again cut off by the cheering. You watched him silently, your smile falling as you realized how stupid this was. You should have just told the kid that you couldn’t go, but you knew him. If you told him no he would come by himself, and in turn he would have been in danger without you being there to protect him.

But who was to protect you?

Sure you were a Shinobi, had been for about 11 years now, but you weren’t the best of the best. You were no Kakashi, hell, you were a nobody. You were just a pawn, you weren’t the queen of the chess board. “Fuck” you hissed as Naruto knocked over his drink onto you in excitement, his face falling in fear at the word that fell from your lips. 

“I’m sorry”

You realized it sounded harsh just by the way his voice shook, forcing a smile onto your face you stood and brushed off the ice that soaked your pants. “I’ll go get us another drink, okay kiddo?? You stay here and keep cheering.” leaning over to press a kiss to the top of his head, you smiled at the way his mood changed. He didn’t fight you off, once again engrossed in the fight as he began cheering. 

Turning away from him, you let your smile drop as your thoughts began to cloud your head. You weren’t safe, meaning he wasn’t safe. Fuck, where was Kakashi when you needed him?! No, no he cant know that the two of you are here, he told you not to be here. He specifically stated that this attack would most likely happen. But did you listen, no, and look where it got you! 

In danger.

“Fuck” you snapped out as you whipped the empty cup into the trashcan at the top of the stairs. A couple people threw glares your way at your profanity, but you simply pushed past them and headed towards the bathrooms. You had to think of something, but you couldn’t with all of the screaming going on. Spotting the sign for the bathrooms, you picked up your pace, the taste of silence on your tongue.

Turning the corner, you began to walk down the hall towards the bathrooms. While the silence began to surround you the further you walked, so did the fear that something was off. Stopping in your tracks, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to pinpoint the feeling. Your breath caught as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, spinning around, you were face to face with an ANBU.

But the mask gave you a mixture of both dread and relief.

The mixture of feelings confused you, but what confused you even more was the fact that you instinctively threw yourself into his arms. You let out a sob as you shoved your face into his neck, he wrapped his arms around you slowly and while it was sweet, you could feel his anger in the way he held onto you. Despite everything going on around you. Despite the fact that he was pissed off on another level that you were here. 

You couldn’t help but feel safe when your own personal ANBU was near. “I told you not to come here, Y/n. What the hell are you doing here” Kakashi's snarl caused you to whimper as you shoved your face further into his neck in order to ‘hide’ from him. The feeling of his arms around you was nice, and the mere sight of the mask you missed so much filled you with relief. Yet, you couldn’t help but be concerned with why he was wearing it.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you pulled back from him. Looking up, you could see a hint of his Sharingan from the left eye hole while the other was pitch black. “Why are you wearing the mask” you whispered out, hands slowly going up to cup the sides of it. He didn’t push you away as you traced your fingers along the red lines, something you used to always do during his time with the elite group of Shinobis.

“That's what you’re asking me?” 

You fought back a sly smirk, but he saw a hint of mischief glimmer in your eyes as you cocked your head up at him. “You know I’ve always loved this mask, but I never liked what it did to the man I loved behind it” Sadness soon replaced your mischief as you remembered the sleepless nights and panic attacks that being apart of the ANBU did to Kakashi. The third Hokage pulling him from the team was the best thing that he could have ever done, especially since Kakashi is too damn stubborn to quit.

Even if it could have killed him.

Nausea formed in your throat, causing you to gulp at the sudden change of your emotions. You didn’t want to see this mask anymore, you just wanted to see him. Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as your fingers rested at the bottom edge of the mask. Kakashi didn’t fight you as you lifted it up with shaky fingers, knowing that what he went through was also felt by you, just on a different level.

Quite possibly a worse level.

“I hate this mask, I hate what it did to you” you whimper out, tears falling down your cheeks as you ripped it off his head. His eyes stared at you, pain clearly evident on both his face and in his eyes. You didn’t know if it was his own personal sadness, or if he was saddened by your reaction, but it didn’t matter to you. 

You dropped the mask to the ground before placing both hands on his face, “Please, never put that back on.” The both of you knew that he couldn’t exactly keep that promise, but neither one of you wanted to say it. Your fingers snuck under the top of the cloth covering the lower half of his face, only then did he grabbed your hands in his, eyes warning you to be more cautious of your surroundings. 

“We’re alone” you muttered out, eyes wide and pleading for him to let you see him. It wasn’t like you didn't see his face as you saw it every day, but right now, right here, the need to see him was intense. He could sense your urgency and how you were teetering on a mental breakdown. He wished that he could tell you that he was a different person now behind the mask. 

But you had to see it for yourself.

Letting go of your fingers, he let you peel down the cloth till it fell below his chin. His hands rested on your cheeks, thumbs swiping away the tears as your own hands wandered around his face. “It's me, I'm still here with you” he cooed out as your fumbling grew rough and desperate. Nothing felt real, it felt like you were both transported to the past. The past where you loved seeing him in the mask, as it showed strength, yet you hated it as it hurt the man you truly loved wearing it.

“I don’t want to lose you” 

He shook his head firmly, his own fingers digging into your fleshy cheeks as if he was trying to ground you to him. “You’re not gonna lose me, stop your tears. Its just a mask” his words would seem harsh to anyone else, but the words he spoke were the same words you would coo in his ear when he couldn’t sleep. They were the same words you’d remind him every time he left for a mission. They were the same words you’d state when he’d return.

Its just a mask.

Nodding, you moved your hands down to cup the sides of his neck, enjoying the feeling of his warm flesh on your finger tips. He observed you, looking for any signs that you were about to breakdown again, but he was relieved when a smile formed on your lips. You looked back up to say something but were unable to get a word out as he pressed his lips firmly against yours. A moan of surprise flew from your lips as he pushed you back towards the wall. You tripped over the mask, causing it to skid across the hall as you sunk deeper into his embrace. 

For a minute, the two of you felt alone in the world. As if nothing else mattered and no danger could ever get to you. A particularly loud roar of cheering broke you apart, breathing shakily as you tried to catch your breath.

His thumb caressed your chin lovingly, "Next time I tell you to stay home... Please listen" you smiled sheepishly at the words, completely forgetting about how much trouble you were in. "Actually, do me a favor. Fake a sickness to Naruto, that'll surely make him worried enough to help you home... You both need to get out of here" he continued to talk as he moved away from your breathless body. He pulled up his cloth as he reached down to grab the kicked away mask.

It would be the last time he'd wear this mask... He had to make sure of it, because he wasn't sure if he could see the heartbroken look on your face again. You nodded at his plan, knowing that Naruto was always worried about your health and in turn would do anything to make sure you were 'safe and sound'. Moving back to you, Kakashi stopped just centimeters from your face. Your eyes were trained on the mask in his hands, the urge to burn the stupid thing bubbling to the surface of your chest. He cupped your chin once more before forcing your head up to look at him. "I love you" he whispered out before pressing his covered lips against yours. Pulling back, he slipped on the mask and began to walk down the hall.

"Please come back to me" you cried out, pushing off the wall shakily as you watched him go. He halted at your outcry, a hidden smile forming on his lips as he looked back at you.

"I'll always come back to you"

[jpegjade]

In Over My Head - Spencer

INSPIRED BY A BLURB THAT WAS SUBMITTED. 

warnings: talks about a case that didn’t end well but no specific descriptions of anything. just mentions and alluding to a sad case ending. 

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it rained for 3 days straight. when it wasn’t raining, the dark skies told everyone that more rain was coming. the rain was calming but what was less calming was the lightning and thunder. you weren’t exactly bothered but you weren’t a fan of the sounds or the visuals. you were just happy that the power was still on in spencer’s apartment building because it was completely out in yours, 20 minutes away. with a reasonable amount of pushback earlier in the day, spencer finally caved and let you come over to his apartment. you didn’t know why he gave you pushback but you figured it was just another spencer thing that he would tell you about when he was ready.

as another crack of thunder rumbled through the sky, spencer flinched. his head in your lap while he looked up at the ceiling, he sighed and closed his eyes. he had been sighing a lot but you knew that he would say something when he was ready. and he hadn’t said anything so you continued to read your book.

“hey, y/n?” spencer quietly called out to you.

“yes, baby?” you said, looking down at him.

his eyes were closed still but you could see by his breathing that something was wrong. there was something very, very wrong. his lip was trembling slightly but when he opened his eyes, it turned into a slight smile. it was as if looking at you made things okay again for him.

“you won’t... you’re not going anywhere, right?” spencer’s voice wasn’t as confident as he thought it would be.

“spencer. there’s no electricity at my apartment and you know I can’t live without electricity.” you smiled slightly at your own joke and the truth in your statement. 

“no, I mean... it’s not that I don’t trust you but it’s just that I don’t know anymore.” spencer was so close to whispering that you had to really focus on what he was saying.

“im okay, spence. are you okay?” you said, putting your book on the table next to the couch.

spencer gave you a small smile and closed his eyes again. you stared at him, watching his features change ever so slightly.

“i’m just tired.” spencer said, defeated. it was obvious that he was tired but it wasn’t so obvious what had gotten into him lately. 

he had been like this ever since he came back from texas. he wasn’t usually this tired after days of sleep but again, you knew he wasn’t saying something. 

you were going to ask when you saw a tear slip out the corner of Spencer’s eye. he didn’t say anything or even move. you just watched it slip down while he was still silent. 

“spencer. i have let you hold this in for as long as i can without mentioning anything. i need you to talk to me.” you took your hand, wiping a few tears from his eyes. spencer softy sighed at your touch. He visibly loosened up a little bit. 

“i started all of this wanting to help people. sure, it hasn’t been the best experience and but every day, i go to work hoping that i get to help someone. i’m optimisic that things will get better for someone. but...” spencer’s voice brok on the last word. 

he sat up, finally opening his eyes. he stared ahead at the tv that wasn’t showing anything because the two of you just wanted to be together in silence for a while. 

he breathed a big sigh and tried to speak again, his voice a little bit more assertive as he forced out his thoughts. 

“i don’t know that i can do it. i don’t know that i can walk into work and say, ‘it’s going to be okay. i’m going to help someone today.’” spencer paused. “and it’s getting to me. every time i think i helped someone, things just... i’m losing my heart for all of this. it’s like i’m downing in all of this... everything.” spencer said, his eyes brimming with more tears. 

“baby... you’ve been holding this in for days. why didn’t you come to me?” you took his face in your hands and gently pulled it towards you so you could look at him and, more importantly, he could look at you. 

“i didn’t... i don’t... i should be helping you. i shouldn’t have to unload on you everytime i have an inconvenience.”

you chuckled lightly, completely sarcastic, but it caused spencer to really look at you and smile. 

“spencer. you don’t unload on me. you confide in me, like you’re supposed to do with your spouse. i mean, hell, if anyone unloads, it’s me. i complain when i burn popcorn.” you smiled because he smiled at the memory of you burning popcorn the night before. 

“the microwave doesn’t like you. but it’ll come around.” spencer mumbled, smiling. 

“now, do you want to tell me the real reason you’re crying? because you are crying and i don’t like when my baby giraffe is sad.” you said, running your thumbs across his cheeks to catch any remaining tears. 

“i was in charge of her... the last case. i thought i helped her and... i was left there with her at the end of the day and she decided that it wasn’t enough. she decided that it wasn’t enough and she...” spencer’s smile dropped completely and he started crying again. 

as you pulled spencer into your body, you heard him mumbling the same thing over and over inbetween sobs: “I couldn’t save her.” 

“you invested a lot into that case from what JJ told me. so you think that because you couldn’t help her that you’re going to lose me...” you said, putting two and two together.

spencer wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling himself closer to you than you already were. spencer kept crying until he felt like he couldn’t cry any more tears. he felt like everything in him was numb and his body was exhausted. he hadn’t cried like that in a while and he felt bad that he did it in front of you. 

“spencer, my love.” he sat up, dropping his head to look at his lap. He always felt so comforted when you called him soft names. “I don’t know how to promise you this where you will believe it but you will not be losing me for as long as i can help it.” 

“but...” spencer looked up at you again, his eyes so big and full of love for you. you could see he was scared in the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly. 

“But no. No. you don’t get to decide whether or not you will lose me. i get a say too. and i say you will be an old man, speed reading a book, drinking over caffinated coffee and i will be here too. reminding you about this moment.” you said, looking at him. 

his features softened. he was still worried but he wasn’t as worried as before. it was his turn to kiss your forehead.

“promise?” he asked, staring into your eyes. he had this theory that when he looked in your eyes, he could see everything. 

“I promise, lovie.” you hoped he could see the love you had for him in your eyes. 

[kiruuuuu]

Kapkan/Glaz sequel in which the Spetsnaz go swimming and some... get wetter than others. (Rating E, explicit, ~4.2k words) - The sequel to this oneshot!

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Glaz’ pencil travels over the thick paper, leaving behind graphite traces which form a whole not yet, but soon. His mind’s eye is closed as he draws exclusively with his physical ones, captures shadows as he sees them and dips and valleys the way they appear before him. Over the soothing practice, he forgets all about the oppressing heat reigning unchecked once more – a few weeks, they were graced with respite from this British record summer, but now it’s returned full force and with a vengeance. Still, it’s easy to leave it behind when he can focus on his favourite hobby. Even if his teammates make it mighty difficult to concentrate.

“Make sure to get me from my best side”, Tachanka rumbles, self-satisfied with the attention he’s receiving.

“Bird’s eye view?”, Fuze guesses from the pool, shit-eating grin immediately extinguished by getting dunked underwater by Kapkan.

“One more unqualified comment like that and I’ll demonstrate why my nickname during training was freight train.”

Their bickering has been going on all day, fuelled by frustration over the heatwave – not even the trip to the SAS-owned pool has managed to lift their spirits significantly. They’re more prickly than usual instead of just lethargic and Glaz knows exactly why. “In German, they’d call your best side your ‘chocolate side’. Marius told me when I sketched his Magpie”, he informs the other three, hoping to defuse the situation somewhat and maybe even switch topics.

“Any side of his is his chocolate side”, states Kapkan, deadpan, and finally allows Fuze to breathe again. “If you didn’t get it – I’m talking about your lovehandles.”

“Shut up or I’ll shove that pool noodle where the sun doesn’t shine.”

Glaz sighs inwardly. He’d been looking forward to lounging by the pool in peace, dip in and out to cool off and get some exercise without ending up panting like he’d just run a marathon, and maybe catch a few glimpses. Just a few. He asked about sketching and stormy eyes locked with his for a split second which felt like forever, and Glaz’ mind already provided ample inspiration, excuses for a specific pose, daydreams and a whole lot more unbidden imagery… but then those grey irises slid away again in disinterest. Whether feigned or not, Glaz couldn’t tell.

Tachanka was the one who volunteered eventually, and instead of relaxing around the people he knows best in this passionless country, Glaz is now stretched out on a chair by the side of the pool, studying the old man’s physique and listening to the other three bicker.

“You can try. I’ve seen you in the water once, and you swim the way you fight – like a tank.”

Kapkan probably thinks his derision comes across as good-natured mockery instead of biting venom. He’s lucky they all have thick skin or one of them would’ve retaliated much more harshly than they tend to do, and a pissed-off Spetsnaz is nothing to scoff at. He has these days when he sharpens his claws on them, like an animal: honing his fangs on his kin, and though he recoils upon a pained sound, he’s planning his next attack nonetheless. Glaz has noticed this since day one – Kapkan carries himself like a predator, watching, assessing, waiting.

He takes himself much too seriously, but a personal jab with no harm intended only would serve to rile him up further instead of prompting a relieved smile.

“I was carrying all my gear. I’d like to see you try to continue your water ballet with Glaz on your shoulders.”

“Hey, you don’t get to watch the show and complain about it!”, Fuze protests. He’s been vainly attempting to gain the upper hand for half an hour now and really should’ve known better than to ask Kapkan of all people to help him improve his hand to hand in water. They all know Kapkan is merciless and not above humiliating his opponent, as showcased by the fact that Kapkan’s hair isn’t even wet and Fuze must’ve swallowed a litre of chlorinated water by now.

“No one would pay money to watch you drown for an hour, don’t flatter yourself.”

“Don’t move so much”, Glaz mutters and instantly regrets drawing attention to himself, because even Fuze and Kapkan cease their wet struggling to regard him curiously.

Tachanka is the one who seems to say what everyone’s thinking: “You’re suspiciously quiet today, lad.”

That’s just my seething fury coupled with the frustration of being disappointed every day, no worries, Glaz thinks and unconsciously glances over at Kapkan, who returns his gaze calmly. “I’m concentrating. Besides, shouldn’t we go back? Our hide-and-seek excuse won’t buy us another hour.”

It’s become an inside joke at Rainbow at this point – an unspoken yet silently agreed upon rule states that once a month, each team is allowed the claim to wanting to improve their navigational skills and sense of perception by utilising the natural terrain of the English countryside. In short: they tell Six they’re basically playing hide and seek so they can go out and do whatever for a few hours. The GIGN have used it to bake a surprise cake for Harry (whose vegan lifestyle makes it difficult to buy cakes for him), the Americans snuck off to Skype with their families on Thanksgiving, and the Germans prepared a barbecue plus an improvised bouncy castle for the 15th of October, when Rainbow celebrates six birthdays all falling into the same week. And today, the Spetsnaz used it to splash around in the SAS-owned pool on base.

Time well spent.

“You’re right. Don’t forget to clean up or it’ll draw suspicion”, Tachanka reminds them and rises from his sunbed like a corpse from a stretcher, complete with groans of the dead and joints popping. “I’ll even help, that’s how refreshed I feel.”

“And the fighting was my idea”, Fuze chimes in between coughs, cheeks reddened and looking wholly miserable, “so I’ll do it.”

Next to him, Kapkan is unfazed by their tussle and surfaces from the pool not even out of breath, rivulets of water running down his torso and making his skin glisten in the indirect sun beams falling in from the skylights. He’s… distracting, and therefore Glaz reacts entirely too late to his teammate joining him and pointing at the sketchbook in his lap. “Can I see?”

Unfortunately, he’s dripping all over it or else Glaz might’ve considered his question, but he’s had one too many books with him out in the rain or the snow and knows how ugly the damage looks on the pages afterwards, so he nearly flings it off into the distance with how vehemently he yanks it aside, and merely hisses a curse in preparation of telling Kapkan off for being this careless.

It’s just -

The only thing that leaves Glaz’ lips is an English: “Fuck me.”

And, well. He overheard someone else use it, probably Twitch or IQ when they burnt their hands, and then he noticed others saying it and though it’s been dancing on his tongue for days, apparently now his brain decided it was time to finally birth it.

Kapkan looks like he slapped him.

“Watch the fucking language”, Tachanka admonishes him with a wide grin. “Someone might think you’re an actual adult, Glazkov.”

His cheeks are killing him, they’re hotter than the air outside and getting flustered now will certainly look suspicious. “Just be more careful. Okay?”, he mumbles into his beard, directed at a thunderstruck Kapkan whose expression is inscrutable.

“You two can go ahead, we got this”, Fuze informs them and this seems to tear the very wet and almost-naked man in front of Glaz out of his stupor.

“Oh, I – I can take over for you. I’ll clean. You go.”

And now Glaz really wishes he had slapped him. What a perfectly obvious excuse to not end up alone with him. Before he gets a chance to drop a cutting remark of his own, Tachanka voices what everyone’s thinking: “You shit in somebody’s cereal, or why don’t you want to go back to base? You need to be forced to tidy usually.”

Fishing for justifications, Kapkan lamely defends himself by claiming he still has something to make up to Fuze – which is likely, yet no reason for him to choose cleaning over lazing about some more – and Glaz has to fight the urge to strangle him. That is, until he realises two can play this game.

“I’ll stay, too”, he announces and suppresses a laugh at how quickly Kapkan’s head snaps in his direction. “I can let my pages dry out in the sun. We’ll see you in half an hour.”

“And this why you’ve always been my favourite. Show me your masterpiece in a bit, alright?” Tachanka slaps him on the back approvingly and then heads off in Fuze’s company, the two of them discussing actual strategies about fighting underwater instead of beating the Uzbek up unhelpfully.

A stony silence settles in, making Glaz’ stomach cramp. The other Russian towels himself dry while he puts the chairs away and gathers the supplies they’ll need – there’s not much to do, the pool is being used daily and as long as they mop up all the splashed water, they should be good. Everything is done wordlessly, fuelling the awkwardness causing Glaz to drop whatever he’s holding twice, and it keeps getting worse.

Why have you been avoiding me, he doesn’t say, though he really wants to. We can pretend nothing happened. We can go back.

He could. With difficulty, but he could. If only he knew what was up. But working up the courage is impossible, he’s failed for weeks already and with a friendship on the line, with possibly more -

Kapkan chuckles. The low sound manages to pierce the spiral Glaz is sending himself down and interrupts his thoughts. “They really do have fucking pool noodles here. What on earth do they do with these?”

The supply closet indeed provides a variety of colourful foam noodles, even a deflated alligator and a beach ball. It seems they aren’t the only ones to use this facility for purely recreational purposes. “All I’m picturing now is Seamus wearing floaties.”

His comment earns him an amused snort and the ice is finally broken. They share a grin and Glaz’ relief must show on his face. “I almost want to go back in and ride this crocodile.”

“Or go dive for some of these rings.” Suddenly, Glaz gets an idea when he spots a hoop, reminding him of a dolphin show he once saw. “Hey, you think I could jump through this one?”

“No way. You’re too fat.”

Hilarious. He rolls his eyes. “You wanna bet?”

“Easy. Take a running start and jump through without touching the edges, you win. Otherwise, I win. I’ll even hold it up for you.”

“What are the stakes?”

This is where he wanted to land and Kapkan gladly followed him, possibly knowing full well where this was headed. They eye each other up. “A favour”, Kapkan suggests and couldn’t have been more vague.

Even so. Glaz likes where this is going. “Sounds good. Let’s do it.” He rids himself of his shirt and places all valuable belongings safely out of reach, encouraging Kapkan to do the same, and then walks a good distance away from the pool where Kapkan is standing, holding up the hoop expectantly. And it’d be so easy to win the bet and be owed a favour – so many possibilities. He’d be hard pressed to choose and already, his imagination is providing idea after idea, one more tempting than the next…

Then a whole other prospect enters his mind. It’d be even easier to lose. And end up at Kapkan’s mercy.

He starts jogging, building up speed, gaze fixed on the hoop until Kapkan’s is as well, the other man waiting to see whether the object will wobble from impact, no matter how small, ready to pass judgement on whether he won or lost -

- and then Glaz collides with him and shoves him into the pool.

The splash is extremely satisfying, almost as good as Kapkan’s brief grimace of surprise, shock, and betrayal as he sails through the air, flailing. Glaz almost laughs, gets out a bird-like noise of entertainment before it devolves into a shriek as Kapkan shoots back out of the pool like a crocodile himself, having spotted his prey by the shore, and the next thing Glaz knows are hands around his calves – no, one hand, the other somehow manages to land on his ass but the result is the same, they yank him in together with his previous victim.

Compared to the suffocating humidity outside, the water is refreshingly cool and punches through his consciousness like a shot of caffeine injected directly into his bloodstream, yet what makes the experience all the more powerful are the strong arms enveloping him in a tight embrace. Too tight, he was half on an exhale when going under and wants to swim up but Kapkan doesn’t let him, cradles him close and makes no move to swim to the surface, so Glaz starts struggling. Panic sets in and when he reaches down to pinch Kapkan’s inner thigh as hard as he can, large air bubbles escape the other man’s mouth. At least it’s successful: they rise.

“Fuck”, he spits out when he can breathe can, coughs and coughs into Kapkan’s face because suddenly, he’s too close and did he just try to kiss Glaz while he’s still recovering from nearly drowning? “What are you -”

It was a mistake putting his hand anywhere between Kapkan’s legs. The iron grip around his wrist hurts, even underwater, and his hand is uncomfortably pressed against the other Russian’s swimming trunks. Glaz moves his fingers to not cramp up and oh, hello. At least this time Kapkan’s dick isn’t being shoved into his face. The next attempt is successful and cold lips move against his, hurried, forceful, and then Glaz’ back hits the side of the pool with Kapkan’s body caging him in.

He should’ve known it would be unceremonious like this, the byproduct of a struggle, a line crossed stumbling instead of deliberately stepping over it. “Ask me”, he gasps and gives in, obliges: his fingers wrap around the flesh swelling despite the coolness of the water and he deepens the kiss. But not for long. He won’t be the passive party in this, and he demonstrates it by biting down on a lower lip.

“Like that”, Kapkan purrs against his chest and begins moving his hips against Glaz’ hand, the motion slow and almost sensual. He’s in a world of his own, thinking he’s won a prize of, well, something, thinking he’ll finally get… what? An awkward handjob by someone he was too cowardly to ask outright?

“Ask me”, Glaz repeats with more emphasis and feels his own body react. And how could it not, with a body mirroring his own in strength and build, with Kapkan panting in his ear and forcing his fist to remain where it is so he can fuck it. His fury has evaporated, was probably fed by the underlying anxiousness of quietly getting rejected, but now that it’s quite obvious Kapkan wants the same thing he does, all that’s left is stubbornness. That, and the desire to make Kapkan admit it.

He’s a match, though. Just as pig-headed.

And so, when he still hasn’t said anything else after more aborted kisses, Glaz tightens his grip, tightens it until Kapkan goes very, very still. His eyes are gorgeous up close. Glaz wants to feel him inside so badly, he momentarily forgets what he was doing and revels in the fantasy until a tongue dragging over his mouth catapults him back into the present.

“Suck me”, Kapkan whispers amid the soft gurgling of the waves they’re producing

Jesus fucking Christ. Glaz twirls them around with an annoyed sigh and, while wrestling the other man out of his shorts, hisses: “Why’d it take so fucking long?” All that Kapkan offers is an uncertain look as if he had mild doubts about what he just demanded, but they seem to dissipate as soon as Glaz lifts him out of the water. “Lie back.”

Wordlessly, Kapkan obeys, sits down on the edge, lower legs still dangling in the water, and leans backwards, propping himself up on his elbows so he can watch. His cock is proudly jutting straight up into the air, wet and dark and delicious, and in one fell swoop, Glaz captures its head between his lips.

They don’t have much time. He’ll have to make this quick.

Under the taste of chlorine, there’s skin and Kapkan, and he savours the taste on his tongue as he swirls it around the tip generously. Having draped himself over his friend’s thighs, his weight holds Kapkan down which turns out to be necessary as he’s pushy. His hips twitch and tilt, try to thrust upwards further into Glaz’ mouth and as if that wasn’t bad enough, there’s a hand on his head pushing down.

Somehow, he manages to free himself and glare at his dishevelled friend, flushed and beautiful and flustered – and if it was any other situation, one where time wasn’t of the essence, he’d let Kapkan do whatever he wants. But not now. “I’ll bite”, he warns him seriously, “stop that shit. Behave.”

A curse is his response, but Kapkan obliges and withdraws his arm, and then throws his head back with another swear as Glaz swallows him whole. The flesh is piping hot and rock hard, just like Glaz’ own, and he sucks it down like it’s made of sugar, opens his throat, lets the tip hit the back of it. It pains him that he can’t relish in finally doing this, but hearing all these surprised grunts and sharp breaths has its own merit – not even the cool water can calm the vicious pulsing between Glaz’ legs and he idly tongues the ridge of Kapkan’s glans, wondering what it’d feel like inside him.

When he gets down to business, he can feel Kapkan’s muscles twitching and drinks in every hiss whenever he sucks hard. He’s not teasing anymore, instead bobbing his head in a relatively fast rhythm, using his tongue to exploit that sensitive spot on the underside and massaging the balls with one hand, squeezing out moan after moan. Kapkan is loud, much louder than he expected, and very appreciative. He seems to melt under Glaz’ ministrations and actually relaxes into the stimulation which is, well, lovely, but not goal-oriented. They need to be back in twenty, maybe fifteen minutes. And thanks to Glaz’ stunt earlier, they’ll need to clean up a second time.

He pulls off the cock in his mouth with a wet noise and once again addresses his friend: “Come on. I want to feel you pulsing in my throat.”

It’s more forthright than he’d normally be, but circumstances necessitate it. Not like Kapkan seems to mind, if the scandalised yet intrigued expression is anything to go by – he also tenses up noticeably as Glaz takes him back in to the hilt, stomach muscles fluttering and contracting when Glaz reaches up to gently rub over an erect nipple. “Filthy mouth”, Kapkan rumbles and lets out an echoing moan when his nipple is twisted between two fingers. He’s so hot. Glaz wishes he could blow him for hours, but alas. “Never would’ve guessed you’re that perverted. Go deeper. Yes.”

Glaz nearly chokes himself on Kapkan’s dick with no regrets and increases the tempo, sucks even harder and deprives himself of oxygen, and the pay-off is worth it. With another loud groan, Kapkan shudders, his entire body going taut, and his cock throbs in Glaz’ mouth, shooting out bitter liquid in spurts, in time with soft rolls of his hips. He finally made him come, finally blew him to completion and it was everything he hoped for. Watching Kapkan’s expression slip from need to utter bliss is as satisfying as he’d hoped, and he gladly swallows around the erection clogging his throat.

When he pulls free again, his friend is lying flat on the tiles, breathing hard and contemplating existence. He looks shattered, more spent than after a training session and Glaz would really like to hug him. Instead, he instinctively reaches down and grabs his neglected cock, harder than it’s been for weeks (since the day he made an implicit bet with Kapkan and went to bed early, dreaming up scenarios similar to this one). Right in front of him, a naked Kapkan is recovering from what looks like to have been a mind-blowing orgasm, and as Glaz takes him all in, marvels at his form, the softening dick gives a last feeble twitch.

Shit.

Okay, he’ll be quick.

He discards his own swimwear, just leaves it floating away, and lifts himself out of the water. Kapkan has barely time to react before Glaz is straddling him, trying not to cream himself from the skin contact alone, and as revenge for all the shoving previously, Glaz guides one of his friend’s hands between their naked bodies. “Do it”, he prompts quietly, desperation colouring his voice and Kapkan must’ve noticed or else he might not have complied so fast. Calloused fingers close around Glaz’ shaft and dear god, this will be an embarrassingly quick affair.

Kapkan wastes no time and jerks him fast from the get-go, almost brutal (probably how he himself likes it and the thought causes Glaz’ knees to go weak), and it’s not only water droplets hitting Kapkan’s flat belly now. The sudden intense stimulation has Glaz whimpering and fighting it, wanting more or maybe less, who’s to say – certainly not his short-circuited mind. He barely has the brain capacity left to suck Kapkan’s other middle finger into his mouth but he does notice his friend’s eyes darkening upon the realisation.

When the finger enters him, he buries his face in the crook of Kapkan’s neck and moans. He imagines it’s Kapkan himself, pictures them rolling around on a mattress with all the time in the world, harsh thrusts and nails raking over his back and Kapkan stares into his soul as he pumps load after load into him, and Glaz is moving his hips now, grinding down against Kapkan’s hand and he doesn’t care how fucking needy he must seem because he wants this. The hand on his cock is merciless, the speed unwavering and it’s flirting with being too much – there’s vague pain there but isn’t that normal, where Kapkan is concerned?

The digit inside buries itself even deeper and brushes over his sweet spot which he rewards with a whine, so Kapkan does it again and again, and with several weeks’ worth of anticipation, with the memory of a hard dick poking his cheek, with Kapkan’s taste still on his tongue, Glaz is shoved over the edge. He shivers violently, isn’t even sure what kind of noise escapes his lips as his climax shakes him to the core, traps him in ecstasy for half an eternity during which he’s hardly aware of anything around him – and when he realises he’s coming all over Kapkan’s chest while his friend is milking him expertly enough to prolong his orgasm, it’s another half. Kapkan lets him ride it out and brings him down gently, doesn’t overdo it and withdraws when Glaz puts a hand on his wrist.

Glaz’ relief is overwhelming and lasts throughout his afterglow: a minute or two during which he sits up, calms his racing heartbeat and inspects the mess he made on pale skin before him. They finally did it. And Kapkan doesn’t even look like he regrets it. He… looks like nothing, really, expression empty as he doesn’t even move to wipe the semen off him, and doubts slowly begin to overtake the pleasant exhaustion in Glaz’ bones.

“Can I kiss you?”, he asks meekly and feels silly, perched on top of another man who had his finger inside him mere minutes ago, and yet he’s not confident enough to just lean down and do it.

Kapkan examines him attentively. “Don’t make this weird.”

“You made it weird a long time ago.”

Visibly uncomfortable with the topic, Kapkan drags him down with enough force to make their teeth click, and though the angle is odd and their noses are in the way, the gesture counts. Glaz feels his muscles relax during the brief kiss and smiles as he comes back for air. When Kapkan smiles back, the fact that they still have to clean everything, including themselves, and that they’ll be really late with no excuse at all loses its threat.

They shower together, joking some more about the SAS operators’ pool habits, and then quickly sweep the floor once again. Stepping out into the blinding sunshine is like running into a wall, the heat is unbearable and tiring. Glaz almost wants to fall asleep standing up.

“Just so we’re clear, you lost that bet”, Kapkan tells him, blinking into the brightness instead of looking him in the eyes. “So you owe me a favour.”

Glaz’ lips curl into a grin. “Of course. You only need to ask.”

And while Kapkan doesn’t respond, there’s a certain glint in his eye which is full of promises and reassurance.

[scarletraven1001]

Besties

32 – “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

An AU Vegebul one-shot for prompt #32 on this post, requested by @heeyyy-macarena​ and @tsukisilverwolf​​.

Chapter Warning: Slight Angst; Fluff.

Also on Ao3. 

All Fics in this Series:  1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9

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Note: This will be the last of my prompt fics for this particular set of prompts. I will probably add to this if I find other interesting prompts, but for now, this is the end. I hope you enjoyed all of the stories!

Please do watch out for my next fic, a multi-chapter story, that I will start posting very soon. Thank you for all of your kind words and support!

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Besties

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It hit Bulma so suddenly, that she actually gasped.

She was retelling a stupid joke that nobody else had ever laughed at, and Vegeta had looked strangely at her, shook his head, and started laughing.

He looked so relaxed, unlike his usual, stern self, and she realized that she had been holding her breath as she gazed at the way his cheeks had flushed with his glee.

And just like that, in less than the time it took for her to blink, she came to the unwelcome realization that she was in love with Vegeta.

She was in love with her best friend.

They had met when she was a freshman in university, and he a sophomore. She was sitting under the shade of a large tree in the square, and he had shown up, his dark, narrow eyes and shock of spiky dark hair considerably more threatening than his rather short stature. He unceremoniously dumped his things beside her and told her that she was in his “spot”.

He was surly but cute, sarcastic but extremely intelligent.

He was an Accounting major and she had been in Engineering, and they somehow bonded over their shared hatred for their General Education and Cognate courses.

They graduated in the same year, as Bulma had blown through her courses with ease, and both found work in the most prestigious robotics and automation firm in the country.

Right then, as they sat in the company cafeteria eating lunch, Bulma found herself facing the biggest dilemma she had ever faced since the day she met Vegeta six years ago.

“Oi. You alright?” he asked, taking in her ashen face as Bulma felt all the blood drain from her face.

“Oh, uh… yeah,” she lied, even as she truly did begin to feel lightheaded. She pushed her short blue hair back from her face, her sky-hued eyes dim with her unease. “Yeah, I just, uh… it’s hot. I feel woozy.”

“Do you want me to bring you to the clinic?” he asked, brows lowered in concern.

Her heart clenched.

It was exactly this sort of thing that had made her fall in love with him without her noticing.

“No, it’s fine, thank you Vegeta,” she whispered, shakily getting up as her mind tried to process what her heart had known for a very long time.

“Are you sure? You do not look well, Bulma. I could-”

“No, really, it’s ok,” she said, taking her purse with her s she decided to head back to her office. “Finish your lunch. I’ll be fine.”

He looked at her with naked worry in his eyes as she walked away, and she wanted to cry.

She… wasn’t ready for this.

It was a terrible thing, to be in love with Vegeta.

Not because he was a bad person, but because she knew that if she told him, and he did not feel the same way, her most cherished friendship with him would be over…

And she couldn’t lose him… that was the last thing she would ever want.

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Bulma had never been good at being subtle, and she knew that sooner or later, Vegeta would catch up to her, corner her, and ask what was really bothering her.

She had been avoiding him.

It was extremely obvious.

It was so obvious, even her oblivious trainee, Chichi, had asked about it.

“Are you mad at Vegeta-san, Bulma-san?” Chichi asked innocently, and Bulma stiffened, raising her head to stare at the younger girl.

“Why do you think that, Chichi-san?” she asked, even as she roiled at the implication.

“Well,” Chichi said, eyes still on the stacks of reports that she was sorting for Bulma. “You both haven’t hung out here in the past week, you always leave just as he comes knockin’. Also, you’ve been out to lunch with the guys in Mech more often than him this past week. And you hate them.”

Leave it to Chichi, to put it so bluntly.

Bulma tried to quickly think of a way to divert the discussion. “Well, you and Goku from QM seem to be getting along fine.

Chichi blushed scarlet, and Bulma cheered internally as the demure young woman placed a hand against her chest, stuttering slightly as she answered.

“Yes, Bu-Bulma-san,” she smiled. “He-he asked me to dinner. We will go out on Saturday.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Bulma cheered, a genuine smile on her lips as she watched Chichi blush even redder. “I think you will make such a cute couple!”

“Ya think so, Bulma-san?”

“Yes! Absolu-”

“Bulma?” a rough, throaty voice cut her off mid-sentence, and Bulma turned startled eyes at the door, seeing Vegeta standing there with his hands crossed across his chest.

“Vegeta!” she exclaimed, flustered, as she worked to put a fake smile on her face.

“I need to talk to you,” he said without preamble.

“I’m busy right now-”

“At lunch?”

“I’m going with Chichi,” she said, startling the said girl, who looked up at her in surprise.

“After work, then,” he said, raising a hand to stop her as she stuttered out another excuse. “And do not even try to tell me that you have plans. It is Tuesday. You never go out on Tuesdays.”

He turned around and left without giving her a chance to speak, and she turned helplessly to Chichi, who just looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

Bulma sighed, slumping down into her chair, wondering how on earth she could avoid the inevitable confrontation.

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It had become abundantly clear, that the confrontation was going to be unavoidable.

Bulma left her desk half an hour earlier than usual, only to run right into Vegeta a she tried to sneak out.

Her bestie of six years simply smirked, gesturing to let her through, as he calmly herded her out into the parking lot.

She groaned as she drove out into the road, watching his sleek, white sedan tailing her mercilessly, until she finally drove up to her small home.

Bulma took a deep, shaky breath, calming her nerves, her brilliant mind racing as she tried and failed to come up with an excuse as to why she had been so clearly running away from Vegeta for the past week.

A demanding knock on her car window woke her from her desperate musings, and with a final, hapless sigh, she left her car, heading into the house with Vegeta a bare few inches behind her.

She didn’t even get the chance to sit before her door slammed shut, and she jumped, turning to face the man whose mere presence had been wreaking havoc onto her senses.

“What,” he ground out, eyes narrowed in irritation, “is your problem?”

She tried to blink innocently at him. “Nothing!”

“Don’t you lie to me, woman!” he snarled, a hand reaching up to grasp her upper arm, and she nearly flinched even though his hold remained strangely gentle on her skin.

“I don’t have a problem, Vegeta, I swear!” she squeaked, only serving to infuriate him.

“You don’t have a problem?” he demanded. “Bulma, the whole damn company has been asking me why we are fighting, and if we are, then I am the last to know.”

“I’ve just been busy lately-”

“Bulma!” he shouted, and she stood stunned, staring into his furious, and strangely melancholy dark eyes. “Stop it! If I have done something to offend you, I need to know.”

“You didn’t do anything,” she said softly, a hand reaching out to touch his arm. “I swear.”

He gritted his teeth. “Then why,” he forced out, “have you been avoiding me.”

Her shoulders shook as she took a deep breath, mind in abject chaos as she tried her best to talk her way out of this situation.

She had just about come up with something, when he spoke again.

“I can’t have you running away from me, Bulma. You are my best friend...”

Best friend.

His best friend.

The words struck a painful chord within her, as she remembered the reason why she absolutely cannot tell him what her issue was.

However, her wounded heart worked faster than her brain, and before she could stop herself, she heard herself snarl out.

“Yes. We are total besties, aren’t we?”

He suddenly let go of her, hands raised in midair as if he had been burnt by the feel of her skin.

“Bulma… what?” he asked softly, voice hoarse in confusion. “Why are you doing this? I do not understand. What have I done wrong?”

Tears began to gather at the edges of Bulma’s eyes as the pained look in Vegeta’s finally dug deep into her heart, and she realized that she cannot… cannot, keep silent anymore.

He deserved to know.

And if he chose to abandon her after he learns of how she truly felt for him, then that was entirely his choice.

But Bulma had to tell him.

He was her best friend.

Her best friend, who had stuck with her through every frustrating exam week, listened to her rant about each failed prototype and every impossible experiment…

Who had lent her his shoulders and ears as she cried about her heartaches, breakups and self-doubts, and cheered her up by reminding her that she was worth much more than she often gave herself credit for.

He was her dearest friend… the man she loved…

He deserved nothing less than her honesty.

“Vegeta,” she said, and his eyes zoned into her hesitant eyes as she twisted her fingers together in her consternation. “I am going to tell you… something very important.”

He nodded, and she felt her eyes grow wet as her heart pounded in her ears.

This was it.

“I… I… You… You haven’t done anything wrong,” she choked, and she watched his eyes narrow in concentration, filling with worry as he began to realize the depths of her distress. “This… this is me. My fault. I’m sorry.”

“Why? What is the matter?”

She felt her throat seize up, every cell screaming at her to shut up, but she pushed on.

“I’m scared, Vegeta.”

He kept looking at her, unmoving. “Of what?”

She took a deep breath, gathering all of her strength into her voice, as she brokenly whispered.

“I am afraid, of how I feel for you,” she said. “I think I’m in love with you… and I’m terrified.”

He stiffened, and she closed her eyes, not willing to see the look on his face as he let her know of his rejection.

“You think you’re in love with me?” he rasped. “Well… that makes just one of us, then.”

The tears she had been valiantly holding back finally began to fall, and she shuddered as she felt the weight of her despair fall upon her shoulders.

“I knew it,” she thought. “He sees me as a friend… nothing more.”

Vegeta spoke again. “Because I do not think that I am in love with you.”

She clenched her eyes tighter, unable to believe how cold he was being.

It was too much…

She wanted to run from him, and she felt her feet begin to lift to turn away, when his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

“I know I am.”

Her eyes popped open in shock, and she stared disbelievingly at him, as he moved forward, taking her numb hands in his as he tried to catch her eyes.

“I know I am in love with you, Bulma. And I am not terrified,” he said, gulping audibly as he spoke to her heart. “Because the woman I love is my best friend, and I know you would never hurt me. I am determined, now more than ever, to make you mine.”

Her tears fell faster, a shaky smile making its way onto her lips.

“Vegeta…” she whispered. “You mean it?”

He nodded. “I have always wanted you. Why do you think I even spoke to you that day under the tree?”

She laughed. She had always wondered about that as she grew to get to know him. He was never the type to initiate contact, and she had always found it strange that he approached her that time.

It finally made sense…

He grinned at her. “You need to stop fearing what you feel for me, woman. Because I am here for you. And if it were up to me, I always will be.”

And with those words, he leaned forward, taking her trembling lips with his, in their very first kiss…

The first, of what she knew, would be their eternity of kisses.

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[kh-akira]

Drabble list : 24 - “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority.”

I’m doing this with their younger selfs (around BBS time), since it would fit a scene I have in my head perfectly.

Link to prompt list

“Where you two are going?”

When Akira and Ilana heard Lea shouting after them, they stopped in their running and turned around to wait for him and Isa to catch up on them.

“Aren’t ya supposed to be in the arena right now, winning that junior tournament?” Lea asked, while Isa pointed in the direction they were coming from.

“Because you are walking into the wrong direction.”

“I…I know, but…,” Akira stuttered and then looked uncertain to the ground.

Lea tilted his head puzzled.

“What’s wrong Aki?”

Just half an hour ago she was totally elated to be in the final round and now this.

But Akira kept quiet, so instead Ilana answered.

“Brok has told some of his friends to destroy my garden. Akira wants to go and stop them.”

“What?” Lea exclaimed angrily.

“Yes, because I promised I would protect Ilana’s garden,” Akira interjected and then bowed slightly in apology. “So sorry Lea. I have to skip the final round. My promise is more important.”

“But Aki, you trained so hard for it,” Ilana said, but Akira  looked with a smile at her friend.

“It’s okay Ila. I always can try next year.”

While Ilana wasn’t reassured by this a bit, Isa crossed his arm and shook his head in disbelieve. 

“That guy must have no guts, if he uses such a cheap trick to win.”

Lea hadn’t said anything for a minute now, having a rather irritated expression on his face. But then he seemed to come to a decision.

“No need to quit anything. Isa and I will look after the garden.”

Akira looked up in surprise at him.

“Really?”

“But Lea-”

Ignoring Isa’s protest, Lea nodded with a wide grin and beat on his chest.

“’Course. Didn’t spent the whole summer training you, just some coward can snatch the victory from you.”

Akira beamed at Lea, but then Isa put a hand on his friend’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Lea, we have no time for that, remember? Watching her fight alone already set our plans back and this would take way too long.”

At those words, Akira’s expression became sad again.

Lea on the other hand pretended like he thought about it, but not a moment later he waved Isa’s concern away with a smirk.

“Then we do it ‘nother day. This is more pressing.”

Isa wanted to protest, but Akira was quicker with it.

“It’s okay if you have something important to do, too. I don’t want to bother you with this.”

For a moment Lea stayed silent. He knew that Akira wouldn’t be mad at him, if he went with his and Isa’s plan, but she surely would be sad. She had looked forward to this tournament and she even got the chance to publicly beat the guys ass, who bullied the other children in the city. No way he could let his friend loose this chance and become sad.

“Aki, listen.” When Akira looked up again, Lea had put a hand on head and stroked it gently. “I never want you to think you’re anything less than my top priority. You don’t bother me and I’m happy to help you out. Got that memorized?”

Akira looked at him amazed, before her face broke into a bright smile and she nodded.

“Good girl,” he said with a grin and ruffled her hair, making her giggle. “Then hurry up now, the people are waiting for you to give them a good show.”

“Okay!” she said with new enthusiasm and started to run back together with Ilana.

Lea looked at Isa, who appeared to be not very pleased with his friend’s decision. 

Before he could defend himself, Lea heard Akira calling him. Just when he turned around, she tackled him and hugged him around his stomach.

“Thank you Lea, you’re the best,” she said, smiling up at him.

Flustered by this he scratched his neck. He hadn’t counted on that.

“Uh, yeah. That goes without saying.” His usual nonchalant attitude broke under this genuine gratitude of hers.

Akira giggled at his reaction and squeezed him one more time, before she let go of him and run back to Ilana.

Still a bit dumbfounded he turned back to Isa, who looked now far more amused than annoyed.

“What?” Lea asked him and tried to act nonchalant again.

Isa only chuckled and shook his head. “Nothing. Let’s just go, before those rowdies do something to the garden.”

That got Lea’s cool back and he cracked his knuckles. “Yeah, they should prepare for the wipe-down of their lives.” 

12 years later…

Outside of Radiant Garden, Akira hid behind a rock. A giant Heartless, that looked like a spider, was on a destructive rampage and soon would arrive the city, if it wasn’t stopped.

‘I’m the head of security, why the heck am I hiding right now?’ she was beating herself up, but couldn’t make her legs move.

“Come on, you can do it,” she mumbled to herself, but it didn’t really help.

When she was still trying to force herself out of hiding, someone appeared at her side.

“So, where’s the fire?” Lea asked with a smirk.

Never before in her life had Akira be so glad to him.

“Oh, thank god you’r here Lea,” she breathed in relive and then pointed behind the rock towards the Heartless. “I have…well, a little problem there.”

Lea peered over her head to see what she meant. When he returned his eyes back to her, he gave her a sympathetic smile.

“That explains it. You were never good with spiders.”

“Yeah, especially ones that are so big,” she agreed, but then looked apologetic. “Sorry, for calling you here. I know you wanted to go to Destiny Island with Roxas and Xion.”

“Ah, that’s alright. We can skip beach day, this is more urgent,” he tried to calm her down. He then summoned his Keyblade and stepped out from behind the rock.

“Besides, don’t you memorize?” Lea asked her, without looking to her. Akira didn’t know what he meant and when she didn’t answered, he continued.

“You’re still my top priority.”

He winked at her, before he charged at the Heartless.

Akira just looked dumbfounded, before she tried to hide her blushing face with a hand.

“Idiot…” she mumbled, but still smiled.

[teamkaiforever]

BRING ME TO LIFE

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader word count : 4 212 warning : contains smut summary : Reader is in love with Kai but he ignores it because the feelings he has scare him and is not sure if it’s love. *gif by lightwoodxalec _____________________________ “You know she likes you right ?” Damon said motioning to Y/N who kept glancing in their direction. “It was her idea to invite you…” “It was ?” Kai asked surprised , following Damon’s gaze , his breath catching in his throat. Y/N had left them a few minutes ago , going to say HI to her friends , but it didn’t look like she was paying much attention to them. Some guy tried to put his hands on her waist but she swatted them away , yet it was the feeling Kai felt seeing someone touching her. He balled his fist barely able no hold himself in the same spot. Damon’s eyes darted between Kai and Y/N , seeing Kai clench his jaw nearly leaping out of his seat towards her. “Huh .. “Damon said to himself , the sound making Kai turn towards him. "What?” “You like her too.” Damon said gulping his glass at once. Kai shook his head in denial. “Oh don’t act like you don’t. Anyone can see the longing in your eyes , you like her.” Kai got up quickly. “No , I don’t. There is no longing or whatever … those are emotions and I don’t feel emotions. I’m a sociopath , remember ? ” he said turning towards the door feeling someone’s grasp on his hand. He turned around only to meet Y/N standing closer to him than he had expected. “Where are you going ? The party is just starting… ” she said. “Whatever Damon said , ignore him. I do. Don’t let him ruin the fun. Come on , dance with me.” she batted her eyelashes at him. “Please ?” she asked again , her hand still holding a grip on his. Kai shook his head.  “I don’t dance.” he said , pushing her hand off his , a look of hurt crossing her eyes. He regretted his movement the second it happened. “I find that hard to believe.” she said over the music. “Please , just one dance ?.” Y/N smiled at him. She looked so beautiful , and he wanted to stay but that fuzzy warm feeling inside his stomach was scaring him. Damon was right. He liked her , he wanted to get to know her more , talk to her and be her friend … maybe more than her friend. “You wont give up until I say yes, will you?” he asked trying to suppress a smile. Y/N wasn’t one to give up , it was one of the things he liked about her along with her ability to see the best in people , even in him. “Does that mean you will dance with me ?” she asked hopefully. Kai didnt know what to do or say and before he knew it , she was pulling him towards the crowd of dancing millennials in the Salvatore living room. They pushed their way through Y/N never letting go of his hand. She looked so carefree and happy , her smile making him smile and then there was that warm fuzzy feeling again pulling him towards her , to be with her , wrap his hands around her while his fingers  … Kai shook his head , pushing the thoughts away.Y/N liked spending time with Kai and as much as she denied it when her friends confronted her about it - she had feelings for him. Every time she saw him her heart starts to race faster , a dozen or more butterflies start to flap their wings in her stomach. His blue / gray eyes were driving her crazy and every time he was around all she wanted was to hug him , kiss him and be with him. She couldn’t get enough of him and wanted to tell him how she feels more than anything , but it was never the right time. Except maybe tonight it was. All of the sudden she changed her mind and pulled him up the stairs sitting at them almost at the top where the noise of the party wasn’t so loud. “I thought you wanted to dance ?” he asked curious , part of him suspecting what she’d say the other not knowing what he’ll do if he is right.He could see the hesitation in her eyes. “I um … not really. I mean I did but … .” she said gazing into his eyes pushing that feeling back to the surface. “I just … wanted to spend time with you thats all.” “Alone ? With the big bad heretic that everyone is so scared of?” he asked suddenly serious. “Aren’t you afraid I’d do something terrible ? Like I don’t know , use a spell and make your clothes disappear ?” Y/N stared at him for a second with those big brown eyes as if daring him to do exactly that , then she started laughing. “I’m not afraid of you Kai.” she said moving a little closer to him. Without realising it he had moved closer to her too. “Maybe you should be…” he said his vampirism showing. Y/N closed her eyes for a moment and Kai used it to cloak himself and disappear. She opened her eyes , looking around confused searching for him. “Kai ?” Kai reached his hand , his fingertips almost touching her cheeks… No. he willed himself , whooshing away from her and disappearing into the night. Y/N could swear they had almost kissed , her heart fluttered at the thought and butterflies flapped their wings in her stomach. She got up quickly , running down the stairs hoping somehow defying the odds , she’d catch up with him. Kai spent the next few days avoiding her. The thing was he liked her , he really liked her but the feelings he got around her were new to him and he didn’t know what all of them meant. Y/N wondered why Kai would just start avoiding her. She had seen him at the Grill but then he’d just be gone a blink of an eye later , he wasn’t returning her texts or answering his calls. She tried asking Damon since Kai had spent time with him at the party , making sure he doesn’t murder anyone. “Kai is Kai , who knows why he does half the things he does.” Damon said. “He’ll be back ,you can be sure of it. There is no way to get rid of him now…” Y/N looked at him confused. “What do you mean ? Do you know something I don’t ?” she asked hopefully.It couldn’t be just her feeling that magnetic pull. What if Kai felt it too ? “Nothing …he is a heretic now. That’s all.” said Damon. “Why are you so interested all of the sudden ? I thought you said you no longer had feelings for him..” “Just making conversation… plus won’t you agree it’s better to know where he is ? …in case he is planning something?” she tried to deflect. Damon glanced at her , studying her face carefully. “Yeah …you are not fooling anyone Y/N.” he said , his phone ringing at the exact moment. “Oh hey Stef ….” “Wait , Damon .. You didn’t tell him did you ?” she called out after him , he turned around shaking his head. “No … of course not. Why would I tell Kai you have a crush on him ?” he said walking out of the room leaving her feeling more confused than ever. If Damon wasn’t going to help her then she’d go to Kai directly. She walked outside the dark clouds finally starting to clear up from the sky and got in her car , deciding to try one last time to call him before showing unannounced at his place. “Hello ?” Kai’s voice sounded in the car. God how I missed the sound of his voice. she thought. “Where have you been ?” she asked. “I started to get worried ….” “Nothing happened , I’ve just been busy.” he said casually. “Too busy to pick up your phone ?… Were you avoiding me ?” she asked laughing nervously fearing the answer. “No. Why would I be avoiding you and why were you worried for me ? I’m a heretic now … “ he trailed off. “Because you are my friend. Friends worry about each other.” she said. “We are not friends Y/N.” he said.“I mean , its better for you if we are not. I’m not a good person .. “ Y/N felt a crack in her heart at his words. “I dont think you get to decide if we are friends or not by yourself Malachai.” she said , raising her voice. “Are you home ? I’m on my way there …” Y/N took another turn down the road. The asphalt was slick from the rain and the wet leafs on the road didn’t help much. “Yes , I am home and no , don’t come here. I dont want you here.” he said his tone serious. “I just wanna talk , that’s all.” she said still heading for his place. “What ? Like you wanted to talk the other night ? No , thanks…” “Malachai Parker ! How are you not understanding whats happening here ?!” she raised her voice. “I know Damon told you … I …” “Dont say it Y/N , I cant be with you in that way. I am bad for you , thats why - ” “Stop talking for a second and listen to me , Kai. I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you ..” she said refusing to believe anything he was saying to her. He wasn’t bad for her , she knew he wasn’t. “No , don’t. Y/N … I …. am with someone else and I cant afford having you and your pointless little crush or whatever it is hanging over my head.” Y/N ‘s heart broke and she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried to blink them back with no luck. “Please Kai … let me at least say what I want to say.”  she sniffled. Kai closed his eyes , his hand trembling knowing he is hurting her , telling her lies. The image of Y/N crying popped into his head - he had seen tears in her eyes at the wedding watching her friends fail to save Jo’s life and the twins. Why was he feeling like this ? Like his heart was breaking … he couldn’t love her , she deserved better than him. Kai felt his eyes water , he hated that feeling. “No , Y/N. Its better this way …” he said , a scream coming from the other end of the phone followed by the sounds of glass shattering and metal screeching. “Y/N ? Y/N , whats going on ?” 

There was no answer from the other end. Kai felt as if the world had stopped. He ran out , using his vampire hearing trying to find her. There was something , a sound not typical for his surroundings and he headed towards it as fast as he could. Her car must’ve slipped on the leafs on the road wounding against a tree completely tottled. Kai ran to the front of the car finding her barely breathing , her heart beating still but slowly and unevenly. He pulled the door using his vampire strenght tossing it on the ground a few hundred meters away. “Y/N ? Y/N , can you hear me?” he leaned in stroking her cheek , her head covered in blood and there had to be a broken rib or something because her chest looked crippled sideways. Kai pulled her out carefully , sitting on the ground near by the car holding her carefully. He bit his wrist bringing it to her lips. “Come on .. come on Y/N. Don’t die on me.” he kept repeating , panic starting to wash over him. Y/N wasn’t waking up , her breathing barely existant her heart beating a few more beats before stopping. Kai’s eyes went wide , tears rolling down his cheeks. “Y/N … Please wake up. No , no … you will wake up , I know you will.” he said refusing to believe the girl he loved was gone. He hadn’t been sure about his feelings until he had seen her dying in his arms. Kai vamp - ran with her in his hands to his place. He let her down gently on his bed , bringing a bowl with water and a towel , cleaning up the blood from her face. He had fed her his blood , she had died with it in her system , she had to come back. Kai sat on the bed next to her , cleaning off the blood noticing the wound on her head had healed and he waited and waited never leaving her side. About 2 or 3 hours later , he had no idea how long because he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes off her , Y/N gasped for air , her eyes opening looking around confused , pulling herself up on the bed. “Hey hey hey… ” Kai grabbed her hand. “Calm down.” Y/N’s eyes fell on him , confusion in her eyes. “W-what … how did I get h-here ? What happened ?” Kai looked nervous , trying to figure out how to tell her. “Don’t .. don’t freak out.” he said his voice soothing. “What’s the last thing you remember ?” Y/N tried to focus , the buzzing sounds of the lamp ringing in her ears. Then the memory slowly started becoming clear. “W-we … we were talking on the phone. You … you said … ” she couldn’t even bring herself to say it , her heart breaking all over again tears filling her eyes again. “I didn’t mean it.” Kai interrupted her unable to watch the pain in her eyes any more. “I didn’t mean any of it , Y/N.” he paused reaching for her hand , but she pulled away. “You … your car , I don’t know what happened exactly. We were talking and I heard the crash. I ran as quickly as I could , tried to safe you but I was … too late.” Y/N seemed confused at first , slowly realising what he meant. Kai looked broken , sad and his eyes were reddish as if he had been crying. “Am I .. am I dead?” she asked , her voice barely a whisper already knowing the answer. Kai nodded , unable to meet her eyes. “It’s my fault , if I had just told you the truth … none of this would be happening. You’d still be alive.”  he said , shifting uncomfortably on the bed. He felt guilty for what had happened and knew once he told her , he’d lose her forever. “Tell me the truth about what ?” Y/N asked moving a bit closer to him, reaching for his hand. “Kai ?” Kai fell quiet for a few minutes , trying to find the best way to tell her .. “I … I’m in love with you Y/N.” he said meeting her eyes , “I wasn’t sure at first then I was scared of those feelings. I didn’t even know there were that many feelings to be had until I met you.” Kai said. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if it had been too late… if you had died permanently.” he said looking at the ground. “I’ll help you with the transition … and then you can go on with your life. I … I can’t imagine that after all this you’d still want to be with me. I am the reason this happened to you. You’d still be alive , have a chance at a family , having kids if only I  - ” Y/N smashed her lips against his , nearly knocking him over feeling his arms wrapping around her pulling her closer to him a moment later.  She pulled away , her hands on the back of his head , resting her forehead against his. Kai smiled nervously , his fingertips stroking her cheek. “You saved me, I would’ve died if it wasn’t for you. I want to be with you , Malachai. Just … one thing first.” Y/N sighed feeling an itch in her throat. “Got any blood bags ?” Kai laughed nervously and got up heading for the fridge in the kitchen , Y/N following him closely behind snaking her arms around him from the back as he opened the fridge. “Let’s see … I like A positive but I don’t know if you’ll li-” “I trust you … and if you like it , then I’m sure I will as well.” she said smiling. Kai got out a blood bag , opening it for her. Y/N jumped up sitting on the kitchen counter , taking the blood bag from him. He watched her drink the blood, her hand reaching for him as she emptied half of it , carefully leaving it aside before pulling Kai towards her wrapping her legs around him. Kai’s smile not leaving his face , feeling a little startled when the purple - black veins under her eyes showed , her hands around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. “You seem to be taking this very well …” Kai said pulling away , studying her face and brushing his fingers through her hair. He had been worried ever since he brought her home how she’d react to things. He should’ve known she’d react like this , she was one of the strongest people he knew.   Y/N gazed into his eyes a small smile on her face as her lips found his again giving him the answer he needed. There was a force in the kiss , her lips demanding more and more unwilling to break it. “I knew emotions get heightened after becoming a vampire …but this is a complete over drive.” she said breathing heavily , as Kai’s lips kissed her neck , his hands tugging on her shirt sliding under it. Everywhere his fingertips touched her bare skin it felt as sparks of electricity going through her. All Y/N could think about was Kai , his hands on her body , his lips on hers.. He was taking her breath away for the millionth time since they had met. An idea popped inside her head and pushed him away getting off the kitchen counter , Kai’s hands still on her waist not willing to let go of her. She turned around hooking her hands around his neck lifting herself on her toes and kissed him fiercely, her tongue exploring his mouth fighting with his for dominance as his hands slided down to her ass squeezing it for a moment before he tried to lift her up. Y/N swatted his hands away locking eyes with his , taking a few steps backwards from him undoing her short shorts slowly letting them fall down on the ground , stepping out of them and taking another step backwards as Kai moved towards her , his eyes following her every move. She could see his eyes darkening with every passing second. Her hands lifted her shirt over her head tossing it onto the floor. He backed her against wall pressing his body onto hers , cupping her face , his lips smashing against hers a split second later. Y/N ’s hands tugged on his shirt pulling it over his head before his lips found hers again. He pressed against her , grinding against her with force making her moan out louder. Her hands slid between their bodies , sliding in his jeans feeling his hard lenght. “MMmmm…” she hummed , looking in his eyes closing for a second and opening filled with more lust than before. Kai couldn’t take his eyes off her , he wanted to feel every curve of her body. Y/N pulled away from him , trying to walk towards the shower but he pushing her face first against the wall pressing his body on hers from the back , his hands roaming her body as she threw her head back resting it against his chest. Kai’s hands cupped her breasts sliding down her stomach towards her core before sliding back up again wrapping around her throat making her turn her head towards him. His lips met hers in a demanding kiss. “I want you so much Y/N…” said Kai , his voice low seductive.  Y/N could feel his hot breath against her neck. “You have my head spinning out of control… I cant stop thinking about you….” he whispered , his hand trailing down her body towards her stomach “ … All I want is to kiss you … “ he said placing a soft kiss on her neck ”… touch you … never let you go.” he whispered pushing her body against the wall again , his fingers playing with her clit , pulling her lower half against him. “What’s stopping you?” Y/N whispered bracing her hands against the wall , feeling his shaft getting harder against her ass and all that was going through her mind in that moment was how much she wanted to feel Kai inside her , to let him do whatever he wanted to do to her. She felt his fingers slide inside her again and she braced her hands against the wall. “You drive me absolutely crazy Y/N.” he muttered , pushing his fingers in and out of her listening to her soft moans. Y/N turned around , her back against the wall as Kai’s lips smashed against hers , lifting her leg up. His hand brushing through her hair. Her hand slid between their bodies , wrapping around his lenght stroking it , listening to him groan in her ear , his lips moving towards her neck sucking on a spot leaving a mark before moving slightly and stopping to suck another. He braced his hand against the wall , resting his forehead on hers locking eyes with hers as he guided his hard lenght inside her slowly and gently. Kai couldn’t look away , her eyes lit up and closed for a second before locking on his again. A small gasp escaping her lips at the feeling. “You’re so hot..” Kai groaned , pushing in as deep inside her as this position would allow. Y/N holding onto his biceps , digging her nails in drawing blood. Kai pumped in a slow steady rhythm driving her out of her mind. “Faster Kai ..” she begged in between moans. Kai abandoned the slow pace , thursting in and out of her at a faster pace going faster , then slowing down for a moment before going back to an even faster pace her moans getting louder. Every time he thrusted in , her body moved upwards for a second then sinking back down on him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck breathing heavily. Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge every time Kai pumped inside her. She felt her vampirism show as her emotions went on an over drive again. “Fuck ..” he grunted , a moment later Y/N contracted her walls around him earning a low growl from him. He wrapped his hands around her , vamp - speeding towards the bedroom tossing her on his bed like a rag doll , intertwining his fingers with hers holding Y/N’s hands above her head as he trusted in again deeper and harder than before. Kai’s forehead resting on hers as , looking in her eyes roll back in her head feeling her orgasm approaching. “I want to feel your hot cum inside me.” she moaned , seeing Kai grin at her words. Y/N freed her hands , her fingers tangling in his hair on their way to his back holding onto him , as her orgasm washed over her. Kai rode off her orgasm , moments later reaching his , filling his cum come out in hot spurts inside her.  He collapsed on her catching his breath , pressing his lips against hers. Y/N closing her eyes for a moment getting lost in his kiss.* * *Three months later … “I am the luckiest guy on the planet.”  Kai said twirling her around , her body smashing against his , his hands on her waist holding her close. He leaned in closer to her , pressing his lips against hers. “I love you more and more each day.” Y/N smiled , she loved him more than words could ever explain. Kai had turned into her guardian angel , her lover. “I died … and you brought me back to life. Not by turning me into a vampire and saving my life.” she said , her fingers brushing through his hair. “It was every moment after… ” Kai dipped her over , pulling her back up his lips smashing against hers making her feel as if it’s their first kiss. ____________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017 MASTERLIST MAY 2017 _____________________ NOTE : Apologies if at times the connection gets lost , it was a long night with the SG finale and everything … 😅😅😅🙈