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prince-claremont-diaz · 5 years

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Whatever We Become

Summary: In Lucas’ final year of high school before he has to face the real world, he comes across the new identical twins, Eliott and Leo. Needless to say, Lucas falls head over heels for both of them.

Or The twin au absolutely no one asked for

Word count: 3.1k

Ao3 version

Chapter Fifteen: The best night of my life

“Lucas, what time is Eliott coming to pick you up?” Manon asked from the doorway. She was currently watching Lucas rummaging through his wardrobe for some clothes, an amused smile playing on her cherry red lips. She also had a date that night, though she refused to tell Lucas any other details.

“Uh, 19h,” he said distractedly, pulling out a slightly crumpled grey hoodie and holding it up to look at.

Manon walked over from behind, pulling the hoodie out of his grasp and putting it back up in the closet with a shake of her head. “It’s a date, you can’t wear a hoodie again. You have to dress nicely,” she said, a slight chastising tone to her voice as she turned to search through Lucas’ wardrobe as well. She pulled out a denim jacket and tossed it onto his unmade bed, turning back to the wardrobe.

“Manon, it’s fine. I don’t need help finding clothes to wear,” he insisted, pulling out a plain white tee from the back of the closet. Manon tugged it away, tossing it back inside.

“You can’t just wear a white shirt, Lucas. At least wear something with colour.”

Lucas sighed, pushing Manon out of his bedroom. “Okay, okay, I’ll wear a colour,” he mimicked, “Now can I please get back to getting ready? He’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

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Half an hour later, Lucas was following Eliott down a busy Paris street, trying to get an idea of where he was taking him. But Eliott’s lips were sealed as he simply led him this way and that, fingers twined together.

“Eliott, where are we going? You’re so cryptic with our dates,” Lucas whined at one point as he followed Eliott down yet another side street, past a small bakery that was being closed for the night. The air was freezing that evening, whipping his hair this way and that, sending goosebumps all along his skin.

“It’s a surprise. I thought you liked surprises,” Eliott replied, turning left onto a pedestrian’s street. “Come on, we’re almost there.”

Finally, when Lucas’ legs were beginning to ache and his forehead was beading with sweat despite the cold, Eliott came to a stop. Lucas stumbled slightly, looking up at the building they were now standing in front of. It looked to be an old movie theatre. It had a small ticket booth out front, a large white board over the entrance which would usually advertise films on show and various posters advertising upcoming showings or adverts. The many lights bordering the sign for the theatre were lit up, a rectangular constellation which blinked and sparkled in the low light of the late evening.

“What are we doing here? There aren’t any films on tonight,” Lucas asked, turning to look at Eliott, knitting his eyebrows together, searching the other boy’s face for a hint of what was happening.

Eliott laughed, letting go of his hand to throw his arm over Lucas’ shoulder, holding him close. “Not for everyone,” he whispered teasingly, pulling Lucas towards the entrance.

The cinema apparently only had one theatre, which was situated at the back. Lucas was still looking around in curiosity as Eliott tugged him towards the big red doors leading to the theatre. It was a pretty generic looking cinema with a long concessions stand showcasing popcorn and various sweets and drinks and the usual dark carpet covered in miscellaneous stains.

The inside of the theatre, however, was anything but generic that night. All down the aisle between the seats, fairy lights had been hung up, lighting their path with glittering stars. The huge velvet curtains which normally covered the screen were pulled back to show the title screen for “Les Quatre Cents Coups”, an old black and white film. Eliott lead Lucas down the aisle until they reached row L, still pulling him by the hand to the middle of the row.

“Eliott, what is all this? Did you rent the whole theatre?” Lucas asked in amazement as Eliott made him sit down. He gazed around the theatre, trying to process what he was seeing. Eliott’s smile gave it away and Lucas’ whole face lit up even more, eyes wide and smile bright. “Fuck, how much did you pay for this?” Eliott snorted, pulling Lucas into a kiss and shaking his head. “Tell me,” Lucas said against his lips. Eliott shook his head again.

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Look!” Eliott exclaimed, reaching down under the seats to pull out a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. Lucas burst out with a loud, bubbling laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“This is insane. No one’s ever done anything like this for me,” Lucas said, leaning over the seat to press a soft kiss against Eliott’s lips, grinning. He glanced down at the bottle in Eliott’s hand and muttered, “You’re crazy.”

Eliott removed the cork from the top with a satisfying pop, followed by a fizzle of bubbles and the condensation from inside. He let Lucas hold the two glasses as he poured them each some of the drink before setting it aside on the ground. As the movie started playing on the big screen, Lucas held his glass up in the air between them. “To tonight.”

Eliott laughed, clinking their glasses together and saying, “To us.” Lucas laughed, taking a sip of the bubbling golden drink. It fizzed and stung all the way down his throat, the cool liquid leaving his insides warm and content and bubbly. Lucas felt as though he had to hold onto something to keep from floating away.

“Hang on,” Eliott whispered, holding up a finger and leaning over the seats once again. He returned a few seconds later carrying two small bags of popcorn.

“Eliott!” Lucas exclaimed, taking one of the bags from him and placing it in his lap. He grabbed a handful of popcorn in his free hand, dropping a few onto the floor, and shoving it all in his mouth. It was surprisingly good for popcorn, not too salty, but not too plain. “Oh, wow! This is the best popcorn I’ve ever eaten.”

Eliott laughed, plucking a single piece and popping it in his mouth. “Right? Who would have thought popcorn could be so good? This shit is delicious!”

“Well, as long as you didn’t make it, I’m sure anything could taste good.”

Eliott gasped, tossing a handful at Lucas. Lucas yelped, throwing back his own handful. “Just watch the movie, would you?” Eliott teased, gesturing to the screen as the first few scenes were playing. Lucas rolled his eyes, taking another sip of champagne and glancing over at Eliott instead of watching the film. He was far more interesting anyway.

Eliott looked back at him, eyes twinkling from the fairy lights he had strung up, facial features emphasised by the pale glow of the film. Eliott leaned over, resting his forehead against Lucas and whispering, “You’re so beautiful.” Lucas shook his head, cheeks scarlet and a tiny smile peeking out. “No, seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so fucking gorgeous as you. The first time I saw you, I’m not joking when I say you took my breath away.” Lucas had no reply to this, as usual, absolutely floored by Eliott’s seemingly constant stream of compliments. They always caught him off guard, like going for a hike only to come across a sudden drop off.

Instead of replying verbally, Lucas simply closed the last remaining centimetres between them, falling over the drop off into another electric kiss. Eliott deepened the kiss, carefully putting the drinks onto the ground and pressing Lucas’ back into the seats. All the while Lucas’ whole body tingled with energy and adrenaline and probably magic, the film continued to play like background music. Even as the characters on screen shouted and committed crimes, they continued pushing and pulling, hands wandering, lips searching.

Eventually, they had to pull apart, out of breath, clothes and hair awry. They picked up their food and drinks once again and returned to watching the movie.

“We should serve this popcorn at our wedding.” Eliott said after a little while, chewing on another handful. “In fact, that’s all we should serve. Just popcorn and knockoff champagne.”

“Oh, so we’re getting married then?” Lucas asked, leaning forwards against the chairs in front, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Eliott nodded. “Well of course. Don’t you want to get married?” Eliott replied, as though it was absurd for Lucas to not consider them getting married. They had barely known each other for two months. “But really. Imagine. All of our guests have the popcorn and they all love it so much that they beg to know where it came from and I refuse to tell anyone and there becomes a huge feud between our families because they all want to know where the delicious popcorn comes from. And then more and more people join in the feud and everyone wants to try the popcorn,” Eliott babbled, shovelling more popcorn into his mouth while Lucas watched with wavering amusement. “And then when everyone starts eating that popcorn, that’s all anyone wants to eat ever and so all the corn farms start to go bankrupt. Even the one that makes this popcorn because of overproduction. And still no one knows where the popcorn is from except for us. So we’re forced to go into hiding on an island in the middle of the Atlantic.”

The longer Eliott went on, the more confused Lucas got, nodding half-heartedly at the tangle of words falling out of his boyfriend’s mouth. “How many Lucas’s and Eliott’s do you think are married?” Eliott asked, resting his head on Lucas’ shoulder, gaze fixed on the screen.

Lucas hummed thoughtfully, reaching back to run his fingers through Eliott’s hair. “Probably a lot,” he whispered, letting his free hand grab Eliott’s lacing their fingers together on the arm rest. “I think a lot of Lucas’s and Eliott’s are together. Maybe somewhere we’re on a boat. Or perhaps we’re both celebrities in some universe and we’re each other’s dates to a red carpet event.”

“Really?”

Lucas nodded, pressing a kiss on top of Eliott’s head. “Definitely.”

Eliott chuckled, lifting their interlocked hands and inspecting them, tilting them side to side and rubbing his thumb over the back of Lucas’ hand. “Let’s go for a walk. I’m bored with sitting doing nothing.” Eliott let go of his hand and sat up straight, putting the food and drinks on the floor and standing up.

“But Eli, the film-”

“Who cares? Let’s just go somewhere. Be somewhere. I don’t care where,” Eliott insisted, cutting Lucas off. He held out one of his hands for Lucas to take. “Come on, I’m tired of just sitting around. I wanna do something. Please?” He pouted childishly, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. And how could Lucas say no to that?

And so, Lucas put his own stuff on the ground and together, hand in hand, they abandoned the film and ran up the aisle together. They pushed out into the blinding lobby and out onto the street, beginning to wander slowly down the street.

Eliott paused near a bench to pull something out of his pocket, showing Lucas his usual lighter and joint. Lucas watched Eliott’s nimble fingers lighting the end of the joint with ease, slipping the lighter back into his pocket and taking a long drag and letting it out slowly. He took another hit this time, tilting his head to blow some of the smoke directly into Lucas’ face. Lucas breathed in the first hit, almost choking from the first headrush.

Lucas took the joint from Eliott, taking a drag, letting the smoke swirl around his lungs until it filtered out into the night. “You know, I think this is the best night of my life,” Lucas said as Eliott cooed at a baby in a pram passing by.

“Then maybe we should just die tonight. Since we’ve peaked,” Eliott suggested, letting out more smoke, completely unaware of Lucas’ shocked face.

Lucas stopped in his tracks, heart suddenly racing. He stared at Eliott, eyebrows knitting together and his lungs in his throat. “Why-why are you saying something like that?” he stammered, eyes wide, trapping his lip between his teeth.

Eliott kissed his forehead and said, “I’m just joking, baby.” Lucas ignored the pet name, letting go of his hand and continuing walking, head down and chest aching. Eliott jogged after him, more smoke falling out of his lips, grabbing Lucas’ hand. “I was kidding!” he insisted, squeezing Lucas’ hand.

Lucas paused at the next bench, head beginning to feel dizzy with the mixture of alcohol and weed in his body, mingling with the sudden adrenaline rush. He felt heavy and light all at once, dropping into the seat with a sigh and taking the joint from Eliott. Lucas tipped his head back, shutting his eyes and letting the high float through him, unable to keep his head up. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to see the river.”

Lucas looked up, eyelids drooping. His surroundings seemed to be moving in slow motion, passing cars driving at the speed of snails, thoughts slowing down to a tranquil buzz. He nodded as much as he could, watching Eliott walk away hanging from the ceiling before closing his eyes once again.

Wait a second, Lucas thought, sitting up and looking around the mostly empty street. Like a bucket of water had been drenched over him, Lucas stumbled to his feet. The river? What was Eliott doing with a river? Frantically, heart picking up pace once again, Lucas looked this way and that down the street. “Eliott? Hello? Eliott!” Lucas called, walking in the direction he hoped Eliott had gone in and dropping the half-finished cigarette on the concrete. “Fuck.”

Lucas jogged this way and that, calling out to Eliott, going through the many twists and turns of Paris at random. After a few minutes, he caught sight of a bridge, barely dodging a car as he sprinted across the street. “Eliott!” he screamed, grabbing fistfuls of hair and looking up and down along the black water a good few metres down. “FUCK!”

Lucas yanked his phone out of his pocket, breathing heavily and eyes blurry with tears as he looked for Leo’s contact. It rang a few times, each tone mocking and too loud, until Leo’s voice appeared like an angel. “Hello? Lucas?”

“Leo! I-I don’t know what-please come. Eliott just disappeared and said he was going to the r-river and I don’t know where he went!” he sobbed, tripping over every word. He continued moving around in circles, trying desperately to find Eliott.

“Lucas, just calm down,” Leo soothed, though his voice shook, “Where are you now?”

“R-right next to the Louis Philippe bridge, I think,” he stammered, looking around at his surroundings. When Leo hung up, Lucas walked onto the bridge, looking over the edge and down into the abyss below. “ELIOTT!” His voice grew hoarse with every scream, the stone of the bridge digging into his fingers as he continued to cry out desperately. His heart knocked against his ribs, blood pumping in his ears, chest aching and lungs heaving.

Leo appeared not long after, jogging towards him as Lucas sat on the edge of the pavement with his face in his hands, shaking all over. Lucas jumped to his feet when he heard Leo coming, taken aback by the look of the older boy whose eyes were bloodshot and glassy with tears, hair sticking up like Eliott’s usually did. His entire aura just reeked of panic. “What happened?” Leo asked, voice stern and steady despite the rest of his frantic demeanor.

“Eliott rented some old theatre and we were watching a film there, but he wanted to go for a walk, but then-” Lucas interrupted himself with a hiccough, voice breaking and a fresh tear falling down, “But then I looked away for just a minute and he said he was going to the water and he disappeared. He was talking about us dying and then he disappeared and I-I think he’s jumped in or something...” Tears were falling fast now, big dollops landing on the concrete.

Leo sighed, running his hands through his hair. “My parents are going to kill me. Hopefully the police will find him-”

“Police? But what-”

Leo groaned in exasperation, shoving Lucas back a step by his shoulders. “HE’S BIPOLAR, LUCAS!” he yelled, gripping onto Lucas’ jacket, tears building in his eyes again. “I don’t know if he told you that but-Lucas he doesn’t have the kind of money to rent out fucking cinemas. He probably stole our dad’s credit card details again because he can’t afford that shit on his own!"

“But-”

Leo shook his head sharply, letting go of Lucas and taking a deep shuddering breath. “Did you guys smoke?” Lucas grappled for an answer, words dying on his tongue, barely managing a short nod and pinching his fingers together. “That’s not good for him, Lucas. He can’t smoke like you and I can.” Leo’s phone rang in his back pocket and he pulled it out, stepping away from him to answer. “Hello?.. Yes, okay… Thank you. I’ll tell our parents.”

“Did they find him?” Lucas asked once Leo slid his phone in his pocket once again.

Leo nodded, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “Yeah. I have to meet our parents to go get him,” he explained, looking down at his feet, sniffling.

“I’ll come with y-”

“No. You can’t. Just-” Leo took another deep breath. He gave Lucas a sympathetic smile, eyes glassy and apologetic. “I’ll call you okay? When you can see him or whatever.” Lucas nodded, looking at his feet, chest heaving.

And as quick as Leo came, he was striding back across the bridge, disappearing around the corner and leaving Lucas alone at the middle.

Lucas screamed over the edge again, voice cracking, sobs wracking his body. His whole body was on fire, overwhelmed beyond compare, fear overtaking him. With another scream, Lucas punched the side of the bridge as hard as he could. He punched it again and again, fingers screaming with pain, stone digging into his skin, but he ignored it. Lucas ignored the physical pain, allowing it to blend in with the onslaught of emotions and tears until his legs gave out and he dropped to the ground, leaning against the side and clutching his bleeding hand.

#sorry?#skam france #elu #elu fic #eliott demaury #lucas lallament

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docfuture · 6 years

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Deep Trouble

[Here is a side story, set just after Chapter 43 of The Maker’s Ark, my current serial in progress. The start is here, and links to my other work here. The next update is planned for the week of April 16th.]

"Oh, it's no trouble," said Ambassador Wilson. "This requires no travel or formality; just conversation on a subject I find fascinating and an opportunity to witness something memorable from a safe distance. The diplomatic details are already taken care of and were not my problem for once." He and Sam were watching a placid Caribbean beach scene on the big screen in the off-duty lounge of the HQ ship of the EDU. Sam was glad for his company. He would have insights into whatever was about to happen. "All right," said Sam. "Then have some popcorn and fill me in. DASI said this would be an illustration of geopolitics that I might find educational as the human spokesperson for the Universal Proxy Partnership. I've been in over my head with that from the beginning." He sipped his tea. "Less so than many others in positions of power. I think you've done quite well so far. You don't have any illusions that most people think like you, and you have a firm grasp of the vast gulfs of misunderstanding possible between otherwise reasonable parties." Wilson gestured at the screen. "What is your perspective on why that Cook fellow is on the island?" "Money," said Sam. "He arranged for a drone strike on Black Swan, in an attempt to intimidate people away from meeting her in person. The EDU authorized targeted sanctions, so Black Swan made it selectively difficult for him to conduct business and transfer money remotely, among other things. A lot of his liquid assets ended up stuck there, even though that wasn't what he had intended, because that's where many of his banks and shell companies are based. The transfers in worked, but the transfers out didn't, so he flew in to try to correct that. Now his plane is having electronics problems." "Indeed," said Wilson. "But that amounts to saying he's there because Black Swan wants him to be. Any guesses why?" "System administration was my original specialty, so I don't have much of a clue beyond 'politics'." Wilson finished chewing his popcorn before continuing. "That, along with some quirks of international law and old compromises--and a bit of geography." Sam studied the building visible at the edge the beach. It looked like a luxurious vacation home, of the sort rented by the rich to relax close to their money. "I am pretty sure it has something to do with it not being US territory," she said. "I know the Cayman Islands are popular as a tax haven and off-shore banking spot. You think Black Swan is about to send them a message?" Wilson took another sip of tea. "That possibility has no doubt been worrying Mr. Cook since his plane troubles started. And worrying the local authorities as well. If the Cayman Islands become perceived as a dangerous place to keep money, their economy will suffer greatly. Which means the diplomatic reaction to what is actually about to happen will be muted." "But what--wait." Sam had noticed something odd in the water. "DASI?" she said. "Yes?" replied DASI. "Can you zoom in on those things in the water, offshore and to the left of center?" The image shifted and enlarged, becoming grainier in the process. The two objects were round and about the size of large coconuts, floating about six feet apart They were difficult to make out clearly because of the glare from reflected sunlight. They twitched suddenly, in unison, then were still again, except for the gentle bobbing of the waves. Sam's heart lurched. "Oh. Hell." She looked over at Wilson, then back to the screen. "Those are eyes, aren't they?" "Yes," he said. "I rather think they are."

"They... aren't moving," said Sam. "They're just watching." "For the moment. We seem to be a bit early," said Wilson, "While we wait, can I ask how much you know about the Deep Kingdoms?" "More than most people, but not really all that much. I picked up a bit while working on Sealord's deep com links. He needs special vid displays because his eyes see differently, even when he's shifted into his land form." "Ah," said Wilson. "I thought Doc built those." "He did some earlier ones, but then one broke while he was busy with a crisis, so I took over maintenance and updates for a while. Sealord seemed to like them. He's not nearly as creepy in person as the media portrays him--you just have to think of him as a squid with a temporary human body, instead of a human with a squid head." "Quite so. I can attest to Sealord's proficiency at diplomacy; his negotiation skills and facility with human language do give him a great deal of influence, but he is more like a speaker for a very loose tribal coalition than a monarch. That shows in how he shaped the Tokyo Compromise. Are you familiar with the history behind it?" Sam frowned. "I know it's an agreement that's held for a long time, between the Deep Kingdoms and several human countries, but primarily Japan. It's the reason giant sea monsters regularly attack Tokyo, but rarely bother other cities. It's kind of unfair to Japan, because it was originally an attempt to settle a dispute about the harm large-scale fishing was causing in the Deep Kingdoms, and China is doing much more of that now. But customs have grown up around it that mostly keep anyone from getting killed, and everyone is afraid things would get worse if they try to change it now." "An excellent summary. That is the essential motivation for maintaining many otherwise flawed international agreements, by the way; preventing incidents from escalating, a subject dear to my heart. In any case, the Tokyo Compromise was never intended to be a long-term solution; it was a stopgap arranged by Sealord and the Volunteer to address the Deep Kingdoms' grievances and stop the majority of the coastal attacks pending a formal treaty. Sealord insisted on a mechanism for informal expressions of displeasure, because he was concerned that commercial fishing interests would block any permanent settlement. And he was right; it's been more than fifty years, and no treaty was ever signed." He sipped his tea. "But the Tokyo Compromise did not cover pollution. If an oil spill seriously affects an ocean food web, the Deep Kingdoms can and have successfully demanded compensation in international courts. The offenders usually operate either oil tankers or offshore drilling rigs, and are anxious to avoid any retaliation." Wilson waved his free hand at the screen. "Which brings us to Mr. Cook. He and his brother own a number of petrochemical concerns that are notorious for oil spills, often ones that reach the Gulf of Mexico. But they have used dubious pretexts for ignoring international court rulings. The Deep Kingdoms don't have prisons for land dwellers and fines haven't been effective, so the Cook brothers are among the handful of humans that have been formally sentenced to death there." Another sip of tea. "Here is an interesting fact about Grand Cayman. It's right on the edge of the Cayman Trench, which is the deepest part of the Caribbean. And part of the Deep Kingdoms. The seafloor a few miles south of Grand Cayman slopes downward quite steeply; in some places, it's almost like dropping off a cliff." He smiled. "Or swimming up one, if you happen to be going the other direction." Sam stared at the huge eyes, which had just blinked again. "Is that thing really going to--" "Watch." ***** There was no warning; one moment Sam was about to ask another question, and in the next the view had shifted and she was watching a large crocodile stride ashore in apparent slow motion. It was wearing some kind of harness--was that a backpack?--and small creatures that looked like humanoid frogs scuttled beside it. But why was it moving so slowly? Oh. It wasn't slow. It was huge. The lack of a scale reference had fooled her. It was moving faster than a human could run, and the frog creatures--which were almost as big as humans--were falling behind. "DASI. Can we get audio?" "Privacy block," replied DASI. "There are locals inside that are not covered by the privacy removal sanction. But I can summarize: An alarm has sounded and there is a mixture of unjustified bravado and pointless arguments about the lack of heavier weapons among the guards. Ineffectual gunfire has begun from one upper window." The mammoth crocodilian reached the house, and the great snout swung left and right, smashing open the entire seaward wall. "Bravado and argument have ceased," said DASI. "Screaming has begun." The crocodile was now halfway inside the house--Sam doubted that its entire body would fit--and the frog creatures had caught up and were beginning to enter. "There are numerous injuries, but no fatalities. Gunfire has ceased. Sobbing and prayers have begun. Screaming continues." "That's enough, DASI," said Sam. "We get the idea." She frowned. "No fatalities? That's surprising." Wilson smiled. "Not if you understand the purpose. They are being quite careful, in order to--Ah, here we go." The crocodile had reemerged from the wreckage of the house, apparently uninjured, and began plodding back towards the sea at a more leisurely pace. The frog creatures flanked it on both sides. There was no visible change except... "That's a cage!" said Sam, waving at what she'd thought was a backpack. It had a window, and a human figure was pounding on it from the inside. "Indeed," said Wilson. "What are they going to do with him? You said the Deep Kingdoms don't have prisons." "They don't. They'll transport him to the edge of Deep Kingdoms territory, and then probably eat him. That is the traditional method." "Then why go to all that trouble? Why not just eat him in the house?" Sam watched as the crocodile and its assistants reached the water and disappeared back the way they had come. The last glimpse of the cage showed the human still flailing at the window. "Because if they killed him there, it would be assassination and arguably an act of war. A line would be crossed. This way it is an abduction of a non-citizen criminal who was an obvious flight risk, after refusal of a formal extradition request. A representative for the Deep Kingdoms did file a request this morning, which was turned down. So there is quite a bit of precedent." "That's kind of disturbing." "Yes. It does, however, show respect for established practice." Wilson set down his cup and met her eyes. "I'm sure the Cayman Islands will file a diplomatic protest. But they definitely won't start a war. I imagine you can appreciate the distinction, these days." Sam thought about her own status as a potential assassination target. "Yeah. I can." Wilson smiled sympathetically. "Welcome to international politics. Tea?" "I... Yes, thank you," she said. The sunlight glinted as brightly as ever on the water, as the waves began to smooth the disturbed sand.

#Maker's Ark #FallofDocFuture #FallMisc

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years

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Here's an idea for a Boom prompt: Perci tries to help Amy out with Sonic by having it seem like she's asking him out on a date which ignites Amy's determination to confer her feelings to him?

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*If you have art or know of friends who do and would be interested in featuring their art as ‘preview images’ for my prompts, please let me know! I’d be deeply appreciative!

Prompt:

Perci kicks her feet out as she sits high up on a store’s window, smiling down at Sonic who caught her ice cream for her.

“Hey. Still quick on your toes, I see.” she happily compliments, but seems content within her voice in having her ice cream back.

He hands it up and tries to act cool for a moment, “You know it! Ah, gotta stretch these legs somehow.” he stretches in front of her, and she pretends to not notice while rolling her eyes.

Her eyes remain calm and uninterested, although giving the boy his just dues for ‘rescuing’ her ice cream cone, before seeing Amy hiding behind some plant pots.

Her finger twitch at the rims before she sees that Perci might have spotted her jealous glare, and ducks her head down.

She worriedly starts to mumble, “Oh no, oh no, oh no…!” and bites at her nails under her gloved-hands.

Perci’s eyebrows bounce as she suddenly gets an idea.

She leans some of her bodyweights down to Sonic, “Hey… wanna hang out?”

Sonic was in the middle of showing-off, doing one-handed presses off the ground before looking up at her as if surprised by the notion, “huh?”

Amy suddenly turns around with figurative fire in her eyes, growling.

“So it’s war, then!?”

Perci smiles, feeling the atmosphere shift. “Oh yeah, this… could be fun.” she continues to pretend she’s talking to Sonic… but she silently schemes a clever ploy within her pretty, brilliant mind.

Nervously, Sonic doesn’t really get a chance to respond. He at first gets up and tries to fumble his way through avoidances before Perci jumps down and slides her hand down his arm to his own, and points towards a place they can walk to and talk together at.

Shyly, Sonic continues to try and get out fo the awkward situation he wasn’t planning for. However, he ends up stumbling along with her leading the way, and Amy close behind them as she continues to dart into hiding and silently judge their interaction.

Once sitting on a bench, Perci holds herself erect and looks around to check and make sure Amy kept up with them.

Amy’s ‘ouch!’es and ‘Ah!’s reach her ears as she turns to see the bushes rattling.

Pleased, she smiles and began her act.

“So, Sonic.” she pats her lap with her hands, before scooting closer to him, and then, faking interest, she puts her hands under her chin to hold her head up, leaning towards him. “Haven’t you ever hung out with other girls before?”

“Eh-heh…heh..heh.” Sonic sweats, looking around to avoid eye-contact. “Have I been around other girls, Y-yes. In this close of a proximity, ehh… j-just one, but under entirely different circumstances.” he spoke awkwardly and she giggled, encouraging the odd behavior before turning her back to him and scotting closer, getting him to the edge of his seat and pressing her back against his side.

“Under… what circumstances? Are you saying you’ve never really been this close to a girl before?”

Sonic’s muffled whimpers showed he wasn’t expecting this AT ALL. She honestly wondered for a moment if she should lighten up on the guy for a moment, before hearing teeth grinding sharply in the bushes.

She smiled, perking up and hoping he’d say something to please Amy.

She shifted towards him, poking his chest with a playful finger, twirling it to make him completely unaware of the trap she was setting up for the two fo them.

“So.. Am I your first date, then?”

“LIKE HECK YOU ARE!”

“A-Amy!”

“Hmm?”

With a clever cock of her eyebrow, she smirked at how fast her little scheme had hooked its fish.

“Oh no. Am I interrupting something?” she played dumb, putting her hand to her mouth and acting innocently shocked at Amy’s outburst.

Amy shook a blind fist at her, “Y-yooouuu…” Sensing her act, Amy twitched with rage, before Sonic quickly shook his hands out, getting up, and shifting his eyes to Perci and then Amy.

“A-Ames! Listen! I-It’s not what it looks like!” he pleaded, and Perci only hid her chuckle at what this scene looked like.

“You… You let her drag you away! Boy, if I wasn’t here… you’d be in a world of trouble!”

“W-what is that suppose to mean!? I can handle myself!” growing defensive, Sonic put a hand on his hip and gestured the other out, challenging her.

‘Uh-oh.’ Perci was hoping he would continue to submit. ‘Things just got interesting..’ as if enjoying her little ‘show’ she pulled up her legs to bend over the bench and happily leaned on the back, watching the two squabble on.

“Yourself!? Haha! Don’t make me laugh! she had you eating out of her hand!”

“What!?”

“You heard me!”

“First of all, I don’t take free food! -U..Unless it’s yours.- AND TWO… well, I haven’t thought of two yet, but- I DON’T NEED YOU WING-GUARDING ME!” he spat out, as Perci’s eyes widened in amusement at that.

She looked at Amy’s hurt expression.

“You…” she stepped back a moment, “You.. don’t want me … to stop her…from taking advantage of you?” she dipped her head down.

“N..No, that’s not… she wasn’t… help me out here, Perci.” Sonic gestured to Amy and looked back to her, as Amy held her arms tightly around herself.

“Um, no thanks. Y-you got this.” she had randomly pulled out a drink and started lightly slurping on it. It was like her own personal liquid popcorn.

His arms flopped down, seeing her lay back and chillax, watching the two in quiet pleasure.

“You… you wanted to go on a date with her?” Amy turned her face away.

Sonic flinched back to her. “D-date!? Who said anything about a date!” he spread his arms out, clearly trying to understand. “Just cause I’m with another girl doesn’t mean-”

“EVEN WHEN YOU PROMISED I WOULD HAVE THE FIRST ONE!?” her fists came crashing down to her sides.

Perci dropped her drink, her straw still in her mouth, having it whiplash and spray some soda on her face, making her pause and blink a moment.

Sonic, embarrassed, stepped back.

He peered and searched the ground as if grasping for an answer. “I.. no… um…”

“FINE! I get it! But what does she have that I don’t!? Why does she deserve the extra attention, huh? HUH?” she was now up in his face, and he was leaning back, a wide scale of his mouth revealed his pearly white teeth and scared expression.

“Is she prettier!? Fight better? Does she make home-cooked meals, take you on picnics and listen to your epic tales of defeating the same old coot time and time again!? Even when they’re so predictable!”

“Hey!” Eggman looked like he was grocery shopping, holding a tin can in his hand and having a bag in his arms.

“No harm intended.” Amy struck a face and looked forward, before glaring back at Sonic.

“I’m only saying that out of all your female friends in your life... I SCHOOL THEM ALL!”

Sonic finally was bending so far over that he fell, but ironically, Amy was about to lose her balance and fall after him until Perci got up and pulled her back, looping an arm around her shoulders.

“In other words..” she placed a hand on her hip and leaned forward. “You two-timing cheater.”

Sonic kicked the dirt back a minute, “W-what?” he was too awestruck by Amy’s outburst to understand her clearly.

She moved over to him, threw some gum in her mouth, chewed, and then kicked him.

“You have a girl who cares about you already. And you made me believe we were something? Tsk, tsk.” she fibbed, before dramatically moving her arm over her head and the other one to her heart.

“I can never compete with such a rogue~ Besides, she’s way more loyal than I’ll be.” she popped the gum, acting completely normal again and then waved the two off. “Bye.”

Sonic zipped his head up again, watching her walk off before looking to Amy.

“Wait..” he shook his head, Did I just accidentally get two girlfriends?”

“But you’re going straight back to square one!” Amy leaned down, grabbing him by the back of his bandana and dragging him away.

He kicked and pleaded for her to understand and stop, still confused, before suddenly laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” Amy spun around, letting him drop on the ground again and folding her arms as she loomed over him.

He smiled up at her, “She was right! She could never be as loyal as you are to me, Ames.”

She blushed.

“If you were my girlfriend, I really couldn’t go anywhere!”

She twitched in rage again.

“I..” Her body quaked in sudden nerves.

“I am your girlfriend…”

“Haha! What was that?”

“….S-shut up!” she grabbed him by the bandana again, as his laughter completely subsided and returned him to a shocked state.

“You’re still in trouble, Mister!”

“Man… maybe they’re right. You do sound like a-”

He stopped when he saw her expression.

Reading into her like he never had before, his mouth suddenly dropped open.

She was acting angry.. but every time he laughed, her eyes grew glossy with sorrow and pain.

Unable to hurt her again by denying her as his girlfriend, he sighed and shrugged with a pathetic smile.

“How can I make it up to you this time… Amy?”

“You can start by saying how great I am to you.” She barely noticed how he changed his tone with the sounding of her name.

“The greatest.”

The line literally put Amy into shock, and she suddenly blinked her eyes and leaned away from him.

He smiled like a Casanova, before looking away with a sly expression.

“Perci was just a passing fling.”

Amy pouted, having hoped he meant something from that previous line…

“It’s her sister that’s got the real bod!” he kid, but it was too late for redemption now.

They say that that night, there was a shooting star that could be heard wailing out in terror across the sky as a hammer sound whacked it over the length of the island.

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iraniq · 7 years

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Time

Warning: right in the feels! I am serious!

I was yet again drifting through my great grandma’s childhood pictures. There was this one … she must have been like 5 or 6. In a park, and on the far right bench there was man sitting. As a child I used to joke I was gonna marry him, although I had no idea who he was, nor does my great grandma … just some random person forever caught on this photo.

But today was the day … I am gonna be 25 this year – the end of the month. A while ago my dad make his time travel machine work. It was his passion since forever… but he never used it for longer than one “jump” back in time, one precious jumped, that saved us all, but he feared this will ruin something … like the time line, space continuum and shit like this … If it was even possible, he won’t be able to build it at first place!

I was gonna secretly use it to go back in time and meet this person. I can go only 3 times – that’s the amount of “jumps” a body can handle. At least 7 days time between travel. The first one will be at the park when my grandma was a child, to ask who he is, and stuff … after this I was gonna go earlier… to find him. Because on this photo he was obviously old already.

First “jump” – 10. 11. 2061

- Here we go. - I set the date - month - year - location - perfect time. I left the picture on the stand next to the machine. - Let’s ride!

I “woke up” sitting on a bench … nearby. I walked in the park. I knew the place as I knew the back of my hand. I have seen million of pictures of it! I saw my great granny running around, or it is to say the 5-year old version of her. Future technology have the opportunity to extend life, and later to load the mind in an android body, so she was still … present. Not that all the people if 21-st century liked it!

And there I saw him. Alone on the bench with a book, looking in the nowhere. I rushed and stopped in front of him. His gaze stopped at me. Looking, he smiled, I must have been red as a potato.

- I am sorry, but I know you form somewhere - I doubt that, Love. – he smiled, his bright blue eyes, got darker. - No, I am sure ... – I insisted and sat next to him. I “appeared” after the photo, so it was ok to sit there. – My … grandma… I am sure I saw you on some of her pictures. Were you classmates?

He looked down. Then at me again. Smiling lightly. He was indeed older than he looked, his eyes gave him away, so much sorrow. Suddenly he lighten up.

- Maybe in college? Where does your grandma took the picture? - Am … - I looked at my “grandma” playing in the sand. – In a park. – I smiled. - There wasn’t much parks in Louisiana back then. – he chuckled. - Really? - Yeah … back in the 90’s … were you … - he looked at me and smiled. You were not born back then. - He laughed, and fixed his hair. Was he nervous? - Maybe in the Art University … when I was studying art? - I have no idea… - I shrugged. How am I supposed to ask him stuff for when he was young without being suspicious. – When was this exactly … - Oh, that’s a tough one! – he laughed. - I barely remembered what I ate last night.

He then looked at me warmly and got silent for a while. He got his book, there was a piece of paper inside, a drawing maybe … After some awkward silence he told me for this one time in school. A funny story. But this was exactly what I needed. Date, month, year, time! We talked for a while more. I excused myself for bothering him, but he just waved and smiled.

- I am sorry if I disturbed you. Were waiting someone? - I am not anymore.

Poor man, he looked so sad. How can someone as beautiful as him, be so sad? He was in his 50’s maybe. But was still ravishing. It was obvious for everyone. The young and even the elderly women had hard time looking away from him, and he was just sitting there, alone … in sadness.

Every trip had it’s time length! The first one was 24 hours. The second 12, and the last 6! I had like 23 hours to walk around and get familiar with the surroundings. After my time was out I was gonna go back. I had this liquid crystals I had to drink before “jumping” otherwise I was gonna stuck in time. And I didn’t want to live in the boring past, as I have such amazing plans for my future!

My time was up! I was brought back in, with horrible migraine, and a will to die. It took me 2 days to get better. After this I planned my trip back. I chose some clothes, so I can properly fit in and prepared myself again.

Second “jump” – 17. 11. 2061

Date – Month – Year – Location – Time

It was right after the funny prank he and his friend pulled on another classmate of theirs; they were supposed to be in the school cafeteria.

I entered the place. It was full of loud young people. I sat at the bar and looked around. After 10 min I managed to locate him … there he was. In his full glory! A young boy, in the beginning of his adulthood. He was maybe 19, or so. Definitely a “player”, that’s how my granny used to call boys who dated girls for sport.

I smiled at him. And he looked away. But just for a second, as he kept staring at me.

After 10 more minutes he sat next to me.

- Hi! – he was chewing on some meat. Gross, people back then used to eat meat. - Hi … - You are new! - Is it this obvious? – I pull some hair away of my face. - Yeah, you look innocent, and here is full of two faced people, come on! – he took my hand and walked towards the exit. - What about your friends? - They are lame! Wanna hear about the prank we just made? - Yeah … - So, there was this super rude boy, like … having fun on girls, you know … and we, like … am … - he scratch the back of his neck, looking for words. – We … - Prank him? - No, yes … We, slipped some mud all over his new suite. And today are the album photos. - Aw … nice, I guess. - Yeah, I’ll probably be expended from school again, but who cares. It sucks anyway. - He got out a cigarette. Oh no! I’ve seen this in an old healthy file. – Want some? - No, thank you! – he looked disappointed.

My stomach growled – side effect of “jumping”

- Hungry? - Yeah … where can I eat for 5? – even with my dad being top scientist, this is the only thing I managed to find, as a money from the ancient times. - It’s ok, I’ll buy you something. - No, I have money! - Shush, don’t yell, someone may rob you.

Oh, crimes, so sweet. We haven’t had crimes in 55 years!

- Ok … - Come on! - he turned left into a small street. - This guy there owns me a favor.

We stopped in front of a “hot dog” place. Odd, I have no idea what this is. He bought two of these, he got extra stuff on it. And gave me one.

- Ugh … - I spit it out – it tastes like shit. - Yeah I know … I am considering going vegan. - What’s stopping you? - It’s expansive to leave a healthy life, and money … don’t exactly grow on trees around here. - So … - I kept on eating, it was going to be extremely rude to throw the food away. – tell me something about you? He just laughed. - Come on, you bought me food! - The name’s Jared. – he looked questioning. That was the moment when I was supposed to say mine. - Ava. - Pretty name!

He kept eating and staring at me.

- Wanna go for a ride? - Ha?

He dragged me to his car. A Car! I always wanted to try one as a child but thy weren’t safe enough.

- Is this save enough? - Yeah … yeah! Why?

- Just asking? - Are you from Europe, you people are nuts. – he laughed. The most adorable laughter ever!

We drove around the city, talking laughing. He was indeed amazing. His pretty features. His smile, his eyes … I could drown into them. He shared his dreams with me – he wanted to be an artist, paintings music … why not acting. Anything that will allow him to express his free will and also himself. Anything that will inspire people to be strong as his mother was when him and his brother were children, and she saved them. Such pretty visons and dreams. He wasn’t very good at words, not that he was stupid, just … not very experienced in talking with people.

He drove me to a woods on a cliff a little bit out of the city to watch the sunset. It was amazing view. Since we put a shield to guard us form the sun radiation, there was no color in the sky. But there were no skin deceases and allergies, also cancer was gone. So colors were ok to sacrifice.

- What about you? – he was driving back to the city, it was night already. - What about me? - Hey … don’t be like this? - Like what? - Like … you know! Tell me about you? A mysterious girl, you just appear form nowhere, like … alien! - Ha! – I laughed, he was so right – Well … I … I wanna help my dad, he is a scientist. He … is having this project, I am kinda helping him, and if it worked, he will help a lot of people. - Really? That’s cool … what’s the project? - I can’t tell you. - Come on! You can tell me anything! I won’t tell, I promise. - I can’t, I am sorry. – it’s a cure for death - nano cells in human bodies, so we can live forever. - No, it’s ok. It’s personal, I get it. – he turned the radio on. - It’s … health project. - Like …. Hospital health. - Yes. - Cool, I hope he will succeed. - Yeah, me too. - Oh man, this song is amazing. – he turned the volume on. The quality of the music was below horrible, but he enjoyed it. Singing along. It was about dreaming … more than a feeling?

He stopped the car in front of a small house.

- I get you have no where to stay. - Is this where you live?

He looked at his feet laughing.

- Don’t worry I won’t hurt you or something. I came here to work sometimes, so I have the key for the house.

- Isn’t this a …

- What ... we won’t steal anything. Besides that I know how bad is to have no place to stay. Just for tonight I promise.

We got in. It was cozy and clean. He made some popcorn and we watched TV. So many radiation from these machines, and they had no idea. He didn’t said a word, just put his hand on mine, and kept it like this. No words, no … nothing, just gently rubbing his fingers in mine. His skin was so soft. At some point the TV changed color and stopped working with loud sound. We burst in laughing … and then he kissed me. Kissing is weird. It looked cool on the old movies, but in real isn’t that nice. It’s … wet, and awkward. I pulled back not knowing what to do. We don’t kiss anymore in my time. Everyone have their own “immortality juice” so no kisses were allowed.

- Sorry … - he licked his lips – I didn’t … - No, it’s fine … - You … like … you haven’t been kissed before? - No! – I laughed. - Wanna try again?

With this smile of his there was no way any power on Earth to stop me from agreeing. He kissed me again. This time slower, allowing me to breath between kisses. I chuckled and he laughed. He pet my hair, and then he pulled me closer, and squeezed me in himself. At some point, the neighbor’s dogs started barking and we had to shut the lights off. We moved upstairs to find a place to sleep. We kept on talking, as he allowed himself to rub his nose in mine, or to kiss my neck, depends on how we were lying. We fell asleep.

I woke up in the basement. My 12 hours were finished.

- Fuck! – I puked on the floor, collapsing.

I woke up again with my face buried in my own vomit. Super gross. I cleaned up everything and went to my health booth to check myself.

- Fuck! I have to go again!

Third “jump” – 24. 11. 2061

Date – Month – Year – Location – …

I appeared at the Art University couple of months later of the moment we met. It took me 4 of 6 hours to find him. Apparently he was a real deal. I almost got beaten up, by a girl for being his “bitch”. He lived the bad boy live at full. He was grounded, for smoking weed, being drunk all the time … who was he, what happened?

- J? – I yelled when I saw him. He was in the basement, grounded, but this doesn’t seem to stop him of drinking and smoking. - Fuck! – he throw his cigarette at me.

- What happened to you. - Fuck … Ava the alien!

- What? - You look the same … just like 4 years ago when we met …

His gaze was blur, he was high and also drunk. Did he just said 4 years? 4 years! What have I done?

- What the hell happened to you? What about your dreams, your ... future… - My brother is in jail … there is no future for me … - No … - I sat next to him. – It’s going to be fine … - The world is falling a part Eve … - Ava! - Whatever, man …

His eyes were empty … he looked at me.

- You left me! … That night. I never felt anything like this … and you just left without a note … without anything … - I … - I am sorry ... I was poor … I was … lame, and stupid ... - No you weren’t … - I wasn’t good enough … of course you left me … I am unworthy for a pure creature like you! - he just looked away. - No I didn’t leave you. I came back for you. - No … - he pushed me away. – If you wanted to be back you were gonna go back the other day … you what, got lost? - I couldn’t come earlier I am so sorry … - I almost cried. – I couldn’t … I was unable … the time … that’s are the rules! - What? … Why? What rules? Who’s rules? On Mars! – he yelled. - I am so … - Sorry! After I shared my dreams with you … after … I told you how all the people in my life just left me … you did exactly the same! – he hit hard on the table. He was a gown up man already and this was scary. My 7 days were 4 years in his time. 4 years! - Please! Let’s run away form here, it’s my birthday today! - I know … I … remember. – he got calm. - Please! – I got a hold on his jacket, he was a lot taller than me now. - Ok … - No … weird foods, please. - I am vegan now, well since couple of months, but … - Cool! – I smiled.

We got out through a window, at the back of the building. we settled in a park. This time I got a clock with me - 90 min. We were walking in silence, holding hands.

- J … I wanted … - I love you!

I gasped.

- I really do … I am so sorry I yelled at you. We just … clicked so well together, and you listened to me … without judging … and you understood me. No complaining. Like we are made for each other …

- J … - Stay with me, Ava. Stay this time. I have a job, and … a place … it’s not much, but. I was looking for you, I even draw pictures of you … - he got some drawings of his pocket, and another one from his wallet, his hands were shaking. – My brother joked you were an alien, because you were nowhere to be found …

- Why is he in jail? - He attacked a guy, but they will release him tomorrow. I’ll go to pay the bill. I looked in awe. - So … what you say? – eyes to drown in. - Take me to your place!

It took us 40 min. with the public transport, we got in the rush hour. It was a small room with 2 beds and bathroom, an old oven and a little locker. He sat on one of the beds. Looking at me. These so amazing blue eyes, were now rather gray …

- J, I …

He simply smiled.

- I know! – he looked at his feet. - No you don’t! - I was your one time stand. - No you weren’t! – I kneeled in front of him. 20 min.

He smiled again. Have you ever seen blue eyes got dark, because I did, twice.

- No listen, I came back for you! - Yeah … - No, Jared, listen … I came back for you. To tell you it wasn’t just a thing back then …

He looked with eyes full of hope.

- I came in this cafeteria … to look for you. - But you didn’t knew me back then. - That’s not exactly true … I knew you since I was a child. You were on a picture of my great grandmother – 15min. – I kinda met you. We met 2 weeks ago … but in the future. - What … - he got up. - Are you nuts? Is this your excuse? - Yes, and it’s not an excuse! I am an alien, but from the future! I got back in time! We met in LA around 2020. You were at a park near the botanic garden, my grandma was taken a picture there and you were on it, but you were old …

He tried to walk away, but I stopped him.

- I talked to you back then, you were sitting alone on a bench – 10min. – you told me you did this prank on this boy, in the gum! – I cupped his face – you didn’t tell me this the last time. - You could have heard it anywhere! – he got away. - The project I am helping my dad is a cure for death, including a time machine, he went back in time and stop the science, a particular moment that happened in 2035, a plague, it killed 68% of the people.

He looked rather shocked.

- It worked. But it was one time thing because he almost died we are not supposed to use it! And I used it without permission to come and find you! Because I love you! Don’t you get that! Time travel is a killer, and I came anyway, because you are my last piece of happiness. – 5 min. – Because I love you Jared!

He blinked in silence.

- Where we met? - his voice was emty now. - At the cafeteria … - No, in the future … are you ok?

I was shaking. I was out of time.

- Los Angeles. A park near the botanic garden! - 2020? - Yes! - And you will look exactly like this? - Yes! - Ava the alien! - Yes … - I cried. - I am gonna wait for you! I promise, Love …

I woke up in the chair. I cried, and cursed, and kicked and broke stuff … anything I could find. All the people used to say I looked a lot like my great grandmother, even as a child.

He kept his promise, “accidentally” giving me anything I needed so we can meet for a first time in the right moment … back in the past. Our doomed future … I can’t go back, I can’t stay here either, in my own time ... Ava the alien! I quickly took the picture. It was like 2 weeks and a lot of years ago, but I’ve never felt more alive! Color wasn’t the only thing we lost in our perfect world …

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anamorales · 4 years

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Guinea Pig Care 101

Sharing my tips on taking care of guinea pigs here!

Hi friends! Hope you’re having a wonderful morning. I’m hopping in with a totally random post today about our family’s most recent pet additions: Donut and Lollipop.

A while after we got the guineas, I shared this post on how to keep your guinea pig cage clean. It’s been one of my top posts every day since then! (I have a fitness blog but my most popular posts are about baby food, potty training, and guinea pigs lol.) In the weeks before we finally pulled the trigger, I researched a ton about how to take care of them and what they would need so we’d be ready. I thought I’d share all of the info here in care you’re looking to add furry friends to the family any time soon.

I have to confess that I like the guinea pigs WAY more than I thought I would. I was happy to take care of them because they were a successful bribe for Liv to stop waking us up in the middle of the night, but fell in love with them. They’re so cute and funny, they can learn tricks (!) and their happy “Week!” sound and popcorn jumps are pretty adorable.

Guinea Pig Care Guide

Guinea Pig Care 101

Some of the major things I’ve learned about caring for guinea pigs:

– They need a large space; much larger than anything you’d find in a pet store. The minimum requirement is 7.5 sq ft and for two guinea pigs, they recommend a minimum of 7.5 sq ft but up to 10.5 sq ft.

– They don’t like to be alone. Guinea pigs are social animals and like to have a buddy, so if you’re thinking of getting one, you have to get two! This way they have a friend. Just make sure you get the same sex, otherwise baby guineas could be in your future. Also, try to pick two that have already been together so they don’t have aggression towards each other. Put them in an area with lots of family traffic so they can hear you and know you’re around.

– You will need enormous amounts of hay. They eat a LOT of hay. I just order this giant box from Amazon and keep it in the garage.

– Do the fleece bedding! It’s less stinky and if you litter train them, it’s easy to keep it clean. Here are my tips for keeping their cages clean.

Guinea Pig Care Tips

– Feeding: Guinea pigs mostly eat hay and pellets, which are fortified with extra nutrients. It’s common for guinea pigs to be deficient in Vitamin C, so many resources suggest a Vitamin C supplement. Ours hate the liquid Vitamin C that was highly recommended, so instead, I focus on giving them lots of fresh veggies that contain Vitamin C and the pellets are also fortified with Vitamin C. For the veggies, they love greens (romaine, chard, kale, cilantro, parsley, etc. but limit the amounts of spinach because they can cause kidney stones), veggies (like carrot, bell pepper, cucumber and zucchini) and minimal fruits. We mostly give them apples for fruit max 1-2 times per week.They get timothy hay twice a day, pellets once per day (about 1/4 cup) and fresh greens and veggies once per day.

– Wood chews. They’re rodents so their teeth grow indefinitely! Make sure you have some wood chews that they can chew on to naturally file down their teeth.

– Water: They drink a TON of water. I like the glass water containers and the entire thing needs to be refilled almost every day.

– Grooming: We haven’t given them baths because they don’t seem to get too stinky. I have noticed their nails are getting long but I’m too afraid to clip them… If you have any tips, please let me know.

– Cleaning the cage. I clean out their kitchen tray every 2-3 days and the entire cage once per week. Since we have a large cage and they’re litter trained, it’s very easy to keep it clean. Cleaning the entire thing takes about 20 minutes from start to finish. Here’s the process that I use!

– Play: Guinea pigs are playful little things! They’re also prey animals so they like to have hiding options. Get a couple of hidey huts or sleep sacks for them and some toys. They like little wooden roller balls, Timothy hay pops, and chew toys. They’re also surprisingly smart! Ours have learned to stand on their hind legs for a piece of lettuce or veggie.

Guinea pig resources:

– How to make fleece bedding without sewing

– All about C&C cages

– Feeding guinea pigs

– How to get your guinea pig to like you

– And just for fun: this guinea pig doing SO many awesome tricks!

Tell me friends: any unique stories about how or why you got your pets? What are your pets’ names? I love hearing these.

Gina

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Tricks of the Trade

There’s a lot of crap-lousy tips out there. We need to get some things straight. The tips you’ll see here are some you’ve probably already seen, and others you haven’t. We need to at least attempt to trash the dangerous and useless tips in favor of some more relative information. These are general tips and tricks, like the lists you’re used to. But these have all been researched, tested and tried, and these are reliable. Read on!

Water

Yes, the basic of all dieting staples. You should be drinking eight glasses a day at the very bare minimum, but your best best is to drink about 8oz. every hour on the hour. Start with a glass of water as soon as you wake up. I keep a glass by my bed and drink it before I ever get up.

Cold water will burn a few minor calories, as it does take caloric energy for your body to warm the water. But it’s marginal, at best. Warm or hot water, however, will make you feel full and curb appetite. Warm water is a great craving remedy, too.

NEVER drink tap water. Distilled or filtered would be a little better, but not much. If you can drink pure spring water or osmosis-filtered water, that’d be awesome. Water toxins will screw with your metabolism and hypothalamus (the gland that controls metabolism and cravings) more than anything else. Don’t forget to make your teas and coffees with it, too.

Cravings

They royally suck, don’t they? No worries. Ana can help.

As mentioned before, warm water can definitely curb cravings. So can gum, peppermint (watch out, though, because there’s 25 calories in a piece of peppermint candy), tea, coffee, and water chugging.

Brush your teeth, as this will make food taste funny. The worst I’ve found is Crest for kids. Get the bubble mint stuff that’s only a dollar from the dollar store. The toothpaste itself isn’t nasty, but it makes everything else taste that way. Brush when you get up in the morning, once in midday, and again at night. The anti-cavity fluoride will also help with the acid that erodes your teeth when you purge.

Do NOT try crushing the food in your hands and smelling it. That’s a tip that’s circulated around. I’m telling you, smelling a food you’re craving, or even just seeing it, will make you much more likely to eat it. Your best best is to toss it, sabotage it with salt or water or spices, or feed it to the family pet. Smelling or seeing the food will immediately make you salivate, because your mouth is preparing to receive the food. That’s when your brain kicks into high gear and screams at you to eat it. Don’t tempt your body.

When all else fails, just walk away.

Hunger.

Don’t even kid yourself. Yes, we tell our concerned loved ones we aren’t hungry, but unless you’re emaciated, you definitely get hungry. It’s part of it.

Any warm or hot liquids, like chicken broth, bullion, coffee, tea, or warm water will make you feel full if you drink enough.

You can water chug, which just means you just chug water until you can’t anymore, or you feel sick. (Careful not to drink so much that you shock your body. People have DIED from drinking too much water in one sitting. Never drink more than two gallons of water a day.)

When all else fails, you can pull out a list of safe foods and pick one to go crazy on. Sometimes, you have to. My binges usually include nothing except sugar-free jello. At most, you might take in 200 calories, and that’s if you eat with a shovel.

People will eat out of boredom. Occupy yourself with a hobby or a forgotten chore.

Chew ice. It gives you a little extra water and distracts your hungry brain.

Fiber will make your stomach feel full before anything else will. Invest in some Metamucil (watch the calories in that stuff). And always include fiber-rich foods in your calorie intake. If it doesn’t have fiber, don’t eat it.

Hiding It

This can be a very tricky part that I tread on lightly. At a certain point, you don’t want it to be hidden anymore, or need for it to be. But there are times when it’s necessary not to let anyone know what you’re doing. When you’re already fat like I am, it’s not as big of a deal to cover your tracks. But you do want people to think that the weight is coming off in a healthier style. And if you live by yourself, lucky, lucky you…

Baggy clothes can hide the weight loss. If you lose weight too rapidly, or if you’re thinner and show weight loss faster, it’s important that you don’t show it off all at once.

Leave dirty dishes around. Dispose of leftovers in the refrigerator and leave trace amounts on a plate for whoever you live with to find.

Unless you have very specific eating rituals that you simply cannot break, never eat alone. Any allowed caloric intake for that day should be saved to eat in front of other people. Then who can say you’re starving?

If you have a dog, bless your soul. Obviously, don’t give your dog anything that can hurt them, like chocolate or grapes. But if your dog begs, you can sneak them food. This is incredibly useful for family dinners that you can’t get out of.

Speaking of family dinners, keep a napkin in your lap and drop food into it occasionally. Make sure not to leave the napkin on the plate when you’re done. You’d be surprised at the number of anas that make this mistake. Throw your own napkin away.

Don’t try the trick where you spit your food into a glass. Whoever came up with this was stupid. The food floats up, and it’s right there for everyone to see. Seriously, don’t even attempt it.

At dinners, do go ahead and eat a few bites, making sure someone is watching you do it. Fake chew now and then while cutting the food into smaller pieces and pushing them around a bit.

Talk a LOT. This keeps the thoughts off of you, and your mouth is too busy talking to eat anything.

Wear makeup to hide any paleness or dark circles.

Your lips WILL chap. Start using a moisturizing chap stick, even if your lips aren’t chapped right now. Rest assured, your time will come, especially if you’re purging.

Purging

There comes a time when we’re all going to do it. And if something is worth doing, it’s worth doing right. Purging is an art that it took me years to master. Now, it’s about as simple as using the bathroom, and it’s become about as natural as such, too. So for that reason, these tips might not work for you, or they may unlock your purging potential. Either way, here are some relatively safe purging tips. (Disclaimer: There is NO SUCH THING as safe purging.)

Sip water in between bites to make food come up easier. You can also use a diet soda, as the bubbles will help food come up. Some people swear by chugging one in advance.

If you know you’re going to purge, stay away from anything spicy or sharp. Spicy food will burn like hell, and sharp foods like chips or popcorn can potentially cut something that doesn’t need cutting, making your throat or esophagus bleed.

Anything will come up with enough water. Remember that.

When you think you’ve gotten it all up, drink some water and purge some more. You can get some remaining remnants out that you didn’t even know were in there.

Stuff like bread or cake, if not chewed well, will clump together and cause you to choke. Anas and mias have choked to death purging bread. Avoid it like the plague. When we’re binging, we tend not to chew well, anyway. Better safe than sorry.

Laxatives about once a month is good for cleaning out your system routinely. But much more often than that, you’re going to build a dependency to them, meaning you won’t be able to poop without them at all. By the time you use laxatives, you’ve absorbed the food, anyway. Why bother? Just puke. Much more efficient.

The crap about retaining half the calories you eat despite purging is, like I said, crap. If you look into the details of the study that came up with this theory, you’d understand why. Actually, it’s been proven time and time again that calories aren’t absorbed until they reach the small intestines. All the stomach does is churn and prepare the food for the small intestines, and that can take over an hour depending on the density of the food you ate. Purge within twenty minutes, and you’re good.

Keep your fingers in your throat until it’s all gone. The more you pull out, the harder it is to finish the job.

Ice cream is every bulimic’s dream food. Eat your fill! It’s a charm coming up again.

Very few things are more degrading than having vomit slosh back up and hit you in the face. Put some toilet paper in the bowl to curb that.

You can say you’re taking a shower and then just puke in the shower. I do this so I can eat dinner and keep everyone off my back. Just make sure the food is chewed up well enough to go down the drain. Otherwise, you’ve got a lot of explaining to do.

Some people use toothbrushes and say not to use the bristle side. But if you use the other side, the angle won’t be right to his your gag reflex. Use the bristle side, and kinda rub that part of your tongue. A lot of people struggle with purging for years before finding this tip, and it seems to be the magic to the trick.

Any more tried and true tips you have, email them to me at [email protected] and I’ll review them for the site. If they’re legit and healthy, I’ll add it and give you credit! Remember, it helps to do your own research, too. All these tips have studies and evidence to back them up. They are NOT random tips. We don’t play that kind of game here. 😉

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*swamped with homework and feelings and managed to shell this out a month late…I’m a mess™*

Request: Hii can i have a drabble thingy game with jimin?TY😙😉 12,23 by rebelliousjvmin

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He’s a literal angel

You were immersed in a deep sleep, tired from working on a large project that was worth half your grade. In you attempt to disconnect from the world around and sleep peacefully, you blocked out the sounds and all touch with reality. The sudden dip in your bed didn’t bother you, the presence of another body and an arm haphazardly wrapping around you, these were things you were blocking out. Until you felt a finger on your cheek.

“Hey, roomie.”

“I hate you.”

“You know you love me.”

“Kiss my ass, Jimin.” You used to think you were lucky to be paired up with your best friend in the dorms of your university. Until you realized he was a clingy, sassy and messy guy that never failed to annoy you. His leisure attitude towards school was opposite to your dedication to reading every word of your textbook. He was a jock, baseball being the reason he was here in your room and cheekily smiling at you.

“I wouldn’t mind doing that.” You whacked him in the face with your pillow, wanting him to leave your room but he instead pulled you closer against his chest.

“Let go of me, you pervert.”

“You told me to kiss your ass, now…”

“I swear to god, Jimin, I’ll suffocate you in your sleep.”

“Kinky. I always wanted to test out breath play.”

“You’re impossible.” You got up, wondering why you had done so earlier and left your room. He trailed behind you, you settling on the couch and he sat next to you.

“What do you want, you annoying ass?”

“I can’t sleep in the same bed as my best friend now? We used to do it all time as kids.”

“That was when we were young and innocent.”

“I’m still inno-” You gave him a knowing look; he was anything but innocent.

His history of making girls fight; break up lifelong friendships just because they slept with Jimin without telling the other about it. You were immune to this disease, somehow being the other girl that’s close to him without sleeping with him. Unfortunately, it meant girls used you to get close to him or blamed you as to why he won’t be committed.

“I’m at least young. Unlike you, you’ve aged like 5 years with all that reading.”

“It must be nice to have so much empty space in your head.”

“Rude.”

“Learned from the best.”

“You hang out with Yoongi hyung too much.” You looked away, trying to stop yourself from getting flustered just at the mention of his name.

You had a crush on Yoongi, who was two years your senior. He was a Photography and Print media student, taking on a double major and you admire his work ethic. You met him while he was taking a nature shoot, taking a photo of the tulips that you planted in the greenhouse. You being a part of the Garden club meant mostly morning duty and making sure, every plant was watered every morning. Maybe expect the succulents, those rarely need any water.

He said you looked good with the tulips, making you stammer out a thank you before he inquired you about the other plants in the greenhouse. You babbled about the plants, telling him your favourites and letting him touch some. He thanked you for expanding his knowledge on plants, leaving you to water. Yoongi began to show up regularly at the greenhouse every morning, wanting his daily plant fact and you started to reading up plant facts just for him.

“He’s a lot nicer than you are.”

“That is not true. I’m an angel.”

“Just because your mom says you are doesn’t mean you are.”

“Do you see the way she speaks to me, Fernando?”

“Are you talking to my fern?” You turned to the fern that you placed in the left corner of the room, the only plant that you were allowed to bring. It was a lovely plant, its vibrant green leaves never failing to lighten up any room.

“At least Fernando doesn’t hurt me like you do.”

“I’m going back to bed.”

“Can I join you?”

“How about you and Fernando have a one on one instead?” You went back to your room, this time locking the door and getting much needed sleep. Your period of peaceful slumber was interrupted by the sound of your friend Taehyung giggling. Jesus fucking-

“Can you two shut the hell up?” You swung your door open, seeing all your friends seated in the living room. They all stared at you, you weakly smiling.

“Feisty.” Hoseok said, making your face burn with embarrassment as Yoongi glanced at you for a moment.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” Namjoon said before being elbowed by Jin,

“So, that’s what you look like in shorts..”

“I know I’m the only girl that wants to get close to you, Jungkook but I rather not have you staring at my legs.”

“Ouch.”

“Do you need ice for that burn?”

“No, he needs liquid nitrogen to cool that.” You rolled your eyes at Jimin and Taehyung’s commentary between the two of them, walking over to the only open spot in the living room. Being sandwiched between Jimin and Yoongi, your knees touching his and you were more conscious of how underdressed you were. Yoongi wouldn’t look your way, focused on the show they were watching and Jimin rested his head in your lap.

“Jimin.”

“Your thighs are so comfy.”

“I think your head’s too heavy.” He pinched the bare skin on your thighs, making you retaliate by flicking his forehead.

“Ow.”

“Deserved it.”

“My head is of perfect weight, okay. You’re just insensitive.”

“And you’re just annoying.”

“Ssh, I’m trying to watch my ship. Argue in the bedroom, lovebirds.”

“I’m out of his league, anyways.”

“I think you’re wrong about that, Mother Nature.”

“Don’t think so, Thunder Thighs. Now, hush.” You brought a finger to your lips, trying to focus on the screen. Taehyung watched attentively, his supposed ship currently sinking as the pair had a overdramatic fight on screen.

“She’s not even that great.” Jimin mumbled, you agreeing with him as the show continued.

“She’s kinda overrated, right?”

“Plus she has bitch written on her forehead with her spoiled brat attitude.”

“Kinda like Kookie.”

“Exactly like Kookie.”

“You know I can hear you two-”

“Shush!” You and Jimin did simultaneously, Jungkook giving you both a sour look.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong, Yoongi?”

“I got a meeting in 20 minutes. I’ll be going.” He quickly got up, pulled his jacket off the coat rack before leaving.

“You know staring at the door isn’t going to make him come back.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” You grabbed a handful of popcorn, stuffing Jimin’s mouth. Part of you wished he’d choke on it, but you couldn’t say you weren’t relieved when you saw him chewing.

“I can’t believe my ship sunk.”

“Their relationship was like the titanic.”

“It’s okay, Tae.” You patted his back and he stuffed his face with cheese puffs. The usual array of snacks filled the coffee table, chips, popcorn, pop, Oreos-

“Wait. Jungkook, are you eating my Oreos?”

“No…” He said after quickly licking the cream off your favourite Oreos, double stuffed. You always kept your stash hidden; knowing Jimin was one to eat anything in his reach when he was feeling lazy. Jungkook, on the other hand, would a whole box in one sitting if you’d let him.

“You have 10 seconds before my fists double stuff your mouth.”

“I almost forgot to wash my turtle? I’ll be going now!” He scrambled out the door, the other guys laughed as you clench your fist.

“He tests my patience.”

“You live with Jimin, how do you still have any?” Hoseok teased, Jimin whining in response.

“Hyung!”

“You’re a handful, Jimin.”

“Geez, some kind of best friend you are.”

“Excuse me. You’re the only one who’s resting in my lap and getting their hair stroked.” It was a subconscious thing, running your fingers through Jimin’s hair. The habit has been with you since you were children, you doing when his mother left him at your house while she went on business trips.

She would gently scratch his scalp in between until he fell asleep. The action was second nature to you; sometimes you would start doing it while he ate his breakfast to his annoyance.

“There are some benefits being friends with you…”

“Get up.”

“Make me-”

“We’ll get going…” They filed out the apartment, you still bickering with Jimin until you heard the door shut.

“You made them run off.”

“Me? What about you? You don’t have an air of decency in that outfit.”

“It’s better than that time you pranced around in your boxers. Seeing the little mermaid being displayed on your crotch, so disrespectful.”

“You were staring at my dick?”

“N-No, I wasn’t staring. If anything, she was staring at me.”

“It’s okay, ______. Not many girls can resist the Chim.”

“Gross.”

“Don’t fight it, baby.”

“Stay away from me, you pervert.” You pushed him away from you, walking into the kitchen and internally groaning when he followed you.

“I know you want me, ______.”

“I want you to fuck off.” You turned to leave when he wrapped his arms around you. You squirmed, his hands beginning to tickle you.

“Jimin!”

You went to the greenhouse, seeing Yoongi leaning against the glass dome and you waved, as you got closer.

“Daily plant fact?”

“Bamboo is the fastest growing plant; it can grow 35 inches in a day.”

“That’s a lot to grow in one day.”

“They’re pretty cool.” There was a bit of awkward silence between the two of you, you usually had nothing to say after your plant facts. You didn’t trust yourself to not say something utter stupid and Yoongi only had a lot to say if he was interested in something which, in itself was rare.

“Say, do you have class after this?”

“No, why?”

“I want to show you something.” You fought back a large smile, nodding and beginning to water the plants. Yoongi was kind enough to help you out, him watering the plants just a bit more than necessary but you let it go.

“Come on.” He grabbed your wrist, pulling you out the greenhouse and you burned up to the body contact he made with you. His rough fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist, he managed to heat up your whole body with the simple touch.

He stopped abruptly, making you crouch with him as you try to find what he was showing you.

“Do you see it?”

“See what?” He placed his hand on either side of your cheeks, turning your head to look in the direction he wanted. Your cheeks attempted to retain the shape of his fingers slightly indented in them, the close proximity to Yoongi making you lose your ability at being logical and sensible.

Your eyes gaze upon the small family of bunnies, their grey fur making them stick out like a sore thumb.

“They’re so cute.”

“I was on one of my nature runs, just taking shots in this field when I see a little family of bunnies. I thought you would appreciate their cuteness.”

“Well, you thought right…” He led you out of the field, returning to familiar grounds and stopped in his tracks. He turned to you slightly, making eye contact with you before speaking.

“Well, I got class. See ya, ______.” He gave your hair a quick ruffle before he left, leaving you and the pasture all to yourselves. The walk back to the dorm was a long one, your lack of progress with Yoongi weighing you down.

You opened the door, seeing Jimin lying down on the couch with his hair clipped back with cucumber over his eyes and avocado on his face.

“Back so soon?”

“You better not get any avocado on my couch, Jimin.”

“Someone’s snippy. What, did Yoongi skip out on you again?”

“It’s not again. He goes to class, Jimin, unlike some people.”

“I go to my necessary courses.”

“That’s like 2 out of 5, Jimin.”

“Surprise appearances?”

“It’s sad watching you try to save yourself.”

“It’s sad watching you try to get Yoongi.”

“You little-”

“I say this with love, Yoongi doesn’t like you. He’s already married to photography.”

“Some kind of supportive friend you’re supposed to be.”

“The truth hurts, child.” You rolled your eyes, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bagel. You slab on some cream cheese and grab a yogurt cup, returning to the living room.

“Sometimes I think they did pair me up with a girl.”

“I don’t have to be a girl to be prettier than you.”

“Excuse me.”

“You’re excused.”

“At least I don’t look like a swamp monster at the moment.”

“Sweetie, you should see yourself after you wake up. You’ll make ol Nessie hide in fear.”

“I really hate you.”

“Love you too.” Of course, you could count on Jimin to annoy you to the point that you forget that you were happy meeting Yoongi this morning.

You didn’t know that you could be so dense, not noticing that Yoongi always happened to have an excuse before leaving whenever you were around. It occurred often, his thought out excuse like a built in phrase that was programmed in him.

You decide to confront him, knowing he hates confrontations but it was the only way to get him to speak up.

You knew he rarely left his apartment when he had days off, the perfect opportunity to corner the truth out of him. You’ve been over there, always with one of the guys being in the room. Now, it felt different. The deep blue door with his apartment number taunted you, your confidence wearing thin but it was too late to run when your fist made contact with the door.

“Oh, ______. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to pay you a visit.” He let you in, his apartment looked more barren than you last remembered. Then again, Yoongi wasn’t an interior designer, in fact you were the one that picked out his paint colours.

“An unannounced visit? That’s unlike you.”

“I just have something to get off my chest.”

“What is it?”

“Why are you avoiding me, Yoongi? Even now, you can’t look into my eyes.” He went mum, the eerie silence making you begin to regret even showing up.

“You make me feel guilty.”

“Guilty?”

“I know you like me, ______. And I can’t keep pretending that I don’t.” Of course, he knew how could he not? It didn’t take an idiot to figure that out.

“So you decided it was better to just ignore me? Just sweep my feelings under the rug and hope that they would just disappear?”

“This isn’t the time to fall in love with me. I’m going abroad, ______.”

“Abroad?”

“My professor offered me a spot overseas and I took it.”

“You were never going to tell me, were you? Just one day, I won’t see you again and you don’t have to deal with my pathetic feelings for you.”

“I don’t see you the way you see me. I couldn’t even if I tried, you’re just you.” It felt like a knife to the heart, every words from his lips simply another twist of the sharp blade. He looked away as your heart silently bled and all you could do was keep up a front long enough to make it home.

“I don’t want to see you at all.”

“I understand.”

“I hate you.”

“I know.” You grabbed your jacket, rushing out the apartment and running back home. You entered your room, seeing Jimin spread out like a starfish and you sighed. At least one of you had some peaceful morning.

“______?” His voice was husky; you just walked over to the other side of the bed and settled yourself under the covers. Your back faced him as you left a silent stream of tears hit your pillow.

“You talked to him, huh?” You nodded.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, knowing your words will fail you if you spoke.

“Let’s just sleep, alright?” He didn’t need a response from you, his arms wrapping around yours and you tried your best to not violently sob. He cooed at you, singing your favourite song in your ear and trying to calm you down.

You eventually fell asleep, wishing that you never had to wake up ever again. Sleeping made it hurt less, sleeping meant you didn’t have to feel as long as you could.

“Are you alright?”

“Leave me alone, Jimin…”

“It’s been three weeks and you haven’t eaten a thing.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t you have class?”

“Don’t you?” He countered; his sassy repertoire showing. You could tell he soften by the hand over your head, caressing the crown of your head.

“I don’t feel like going.”

“I know.”

“I just want to sleep, Jimin.”

“But you can’t.”

“You sound just like him.”

“I’m not him. I wouldn’t do the same thing he did.”

“He was just going to leave me behind. Leave me alone like this and put himself somewhere I couldn’t touch him. Somewhere I can’t reach him, somewhere that my feelings can’t exist in.”

“I’ll stay by your side, ______.”

“That’s a lie, Jimin.”

“I won’t abandon you. I won’t let you slip away so easily. I want to be by your side, ______. Forget Yoongi, stop looking at him and just look at me from now on.” You turned over to look at him, his hands on his lap as he looked down.

“Let me take your hand.”

You opened your eyes, Jimin being the first thing you see and you were taken back. He was smiling at you, his hand already settled on your cheek as his thumb brush against your ear before his hand dropped to your shoulder.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Morning.”

“Morning? Jimin-” He put his finger on your lips, winking at you before skipping out your room. Is he drunk? You went to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and going back to your room.

“Fucking weirdo.” You muttered, cuddling into your covers and he came back with a tray. He pulled the chair from your desk and set the tray on your bedside table.

“I make a pretty hot nurse, don’t I?”

“No.”

“What a cold patient. Maybe I need to raise the heat.” He cut up a pancake, putting a piece in some syrup before bringing it close to your lips.

“I can feed myself, Jimin.”

“Let me do my job as your hot nurse.”

“You’re not-” He stuffed the pancake in your mouth, watching you as you chewed and he continued until the plate was all that was left. There was milk on the tray as well and you sat up, holding you hand out.

“I can do it.”

“Are you sure you can manage?”

“Jimin, I’m not fragile.”

“Yes, you are. Fragile things tend to be quite precious…” He whispered the last bit, recovering with a smile and giving you the glass. You drank the whole glass, knowing Jimin would tilt whatever you wanted to leave over into your mouth with an unsettling smirk.

“Next on the agenda, you getting out of bed.”

“Not happening.” He huffed, you sticking your tongue out like a child. He tried to pull the covers from you, a tug war beginning and you refused to let go. You ended up standing on the bed as he tried to rip the covers from your stubborn grip.

“Let go, Jimin.”

“You let go.”

“This isn’t going to end pretty if you don’t let go.”

“You know what,” he let go of the covers, you falling into the mattress from the sudden release and he picked you up. You hit him as he carried you out your room, putting you in the living room and shutting your door. You could hear the click of the door, knowing he locked the door and he came back in whistling, the key around his neck.

“Can you at least give me a smile?”

“I’ll smile at your funeral.”

“Your sharp tongue can’t soften, can it?”

“I want to be allowed to mop alone in peace.”

“No moping, not on my watch any longer.” You groaned, Jimin sitting next to you and wrapped an arm around you. He turned on the tv, logging into Netflix and handed you the remote.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re not going to regret, are you?”

“What kind of nurse would I be if I did?”

“Great.” You picked a movie you knew he hated, The Room. He cursed under his breath, you smirking as he pretended to be into the movie.

“God, this movie is so shit.”

“What was that, Jiminie?”

“This movie is the shit. I mean it’s so amazing.”

“What’s your favourite part?”

“When the credits started rolling.” He said without hesitation, you stifling a laugh and he glanced at you.

“The things I do for you.”

“I feel a bit better.”

“My soul hurts, ______. I need some healing.”

“My poor child.” He removed his arm, resting his head on your shoulder instead and you pat his ear.

“Can I have an Oreo?”

“You’re not dying, Jimin.”

“It feels like I am.” You rolled your eyes, cracking a small smile and he poked your cheek.

“Do you have a death wish?”

“I missed your smile, ______.”

“Don’t be so damn dramatic…” You mumbled, fighting off the sudden surge of heat and flustered energy that overcame you. Why did he have to say stuff like that?

“I’m not.”

“You must’ve been dropped as a child.” He flicked your cheek, you twisting his nipple in return. You immediately regretted it when he moaned in your ear; your reflex was to shove him off you. You seek refuge in the kitchen, Jimin smoky following you as usual.

“You’re disgusting.”

“You’re the one experimenting with my body; I didn’t even know these were sensitive. Just for as safe measure, why don’t-”

“Choke, Jimin.”

“We can try that next.”

You managed to get him to let you back in bed, unfortunately having him following you inside and clinging to your body.

“You’re pretty warm, ______…”

“I’m not actually cold blooded, Jimin.”

“I know, it’s just like the warmth your radiate. It’s comforting.”

“C-Can we just sleep?”

“As you wish.” You closed your eyes, trying to sleep but you could only lie awake. Jimin was acting different, there was still his usual tone but there was something underneath it. Something behind all his actions.

“Not sleeping?”

“Caught red handed.”

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“Lying isn’t cute, ______.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be cute.”

“That’s cool too. You can be anything.”

“What the hell has gotten into you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I just- never mind.”

“Then, falling asleep take two.”

The only weird one is you, you’re letting some douchebag that didn’t care about you take over your life. You should be outside, showing him that he hadn’t shattered you, that you can live without him, that you’re strong enough to walk on your own two feet.

You didn’t need someone like him.

You were better, actually communicating with other people besides Jimin and falling back into your life. Jimin still worried as usual but tried his best to keep you afloat.

He pulled out to various places, taking you to the Han River to add to his arsenal of Pokémon. You teased about being the only person on earth that still plays that game, in response he vowed never to give you a Vulpix if he ever caught one.

“Jimin, you don’t mean that, do you?”

“This pain you’ve caused, it must be paid,”

“Forgive me.”

“On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“For the next month, respond to everything I ask you with ‘yes’.” You should have told him to piss off, he could literally say to strip and you would be obligated to say ‘yes’. You knew what he was like during his random spikes in his hormones.

The next morning resulted in Jimin having his hair tousled, his neck having one of two purple bruises and his mind dazed when you ask him to wash up. You’ve become dull to that side of him but it’s beginning to bother you.

The thought of Jimin pressing his body against a nameless stranger whose name only mattered in the moment. His hands cupping their thighs, his tongue running hotly down their torso as his eyes watch them wilt away under his lustful touch. His lips knowingly teasing his choice for the night, the whines and whimpers that leave their lips after he gives into them.

He would indulge into the taste, collecting every drop as if they were the only thing he’s tasted all day. How delectable of a lover could Jimin be?

You shook your head, wanting your lust driven thoughts to leave your mind at once. This was Jimin you were thinking about, the boy you grew up with. He was always clumsy, silly and stupid, always rushing to your side when he could.

He would get hurt, trying to protect you and you hated knowing that he’s doing it for you. He said he didn’t care, not wanting anyone treat like you were less than what you were.

“Hey, buttercup.” He sat next to you on the sofa, you were just reading a book before he decided to mess up your hair and draw in your attention.

“Don’t remember being Ms. Han’s cat.” Ms. Han was the old babysitter in your hometown; she was a widow and filled the void with her cat, Buttercup. Buttercup was a lazy old cat as well, only seeming to have energy when a dog was around or Jimin happened to be close by. Buttercup hated him.

“You remind me of her. Afraid of heights and still climbed trees, always scratching me whenever I’m in sight and pretending to be innocent even when Ms. Han saw you scratch me.”

“Have ill will to the cat, not me. I was the one who put the bandages on you every time Buttercup got you.”

“You were my hot nurse back then, huh?”

“I was anything but hot, Jimin. I had a stupid bowl cut.”

“It was cute.” He covered his lips, his cheeks slightly puffed out and you hit him with a cushion. Your mother had an unfortunate obsession with bowl cuts, making sure you had that same haircut until your dad finally convinced her to let your hair grow out. You never looked back since, although your mom still asks you to get one once in awhile.

“Why the hell are you laughing, you dick?”

“N-Nothing.” He was holding his phone at an angle, you quickly snatching it from his hands and seeing a photo of you with that dreadful haircut.

“Where the hell did you get this?” You pushed him down into the sofa, making him lie down and you crawled on top of him. You pulled him up by his shirt, looking angrily into his eyes.

“Your mom sent it to me-”

“How could she?”

“I asked for it.”

“You what?”

“I wasn’t kidding about you being cute with that haircut.”

“I’m not cute.”

“You’re right; you’re adorable.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Hey, ______. You mind getting off me…?” His tone changed, his words breathless and you moved back. The reason for his breathlessness being the erection currently rubbing against your butt.

“Don’t..”

“Did you seriously just get hard?”

“I can’t help it, okay? Your shirt is cut pretty low and your stare is pretty hot.”

“Fucking pervert.” You slipped off him, scurrying to your room and screaming into your pillow.

Did the thought of Jimin being turned on by you actually turn you on?

“______~”

“Jesus Christ, don’t call my name like that. Gives me chills.” You were in the midst of reading a textbook, the lack of photos boring you but you had no choice but to read.

“The good kind, right?”

“What the hell is the good kind of chills?”

“Allow me to demonstrate.” His breath was hot against your exposed nape, his fingertips smoothed over the arch of your back and chills ran down your spine.

“Didn’t you learn to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Wanna teach me that?”

“Leave.”

“Don’t think so. Let’s go out tonight.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“So, the parties don’t stop because of Wednesday.”

“Take Tae or something.”

“He’d get drunk too.”

“The last thing I want is to deal with your drunk ass in a crowded room.”

You spoke too soon. He used his stupid puppy dog eyes on you, almost immediately caving in and going to this stupid party. Drunk college kids without a care about outcomes tangled up with others, kissing, giggling, and running off with each other.

This behaviour is warranted, especially since it was one of Jimin’s teammates on the team. The lucky host currently on his couch, allowing a girl to touch freely where she wanted.

You on the other hand couldn’t give into the vibe, keeping Jimin close by you so you wouldn’t have to go searching for him and find him sandwich between someone. You knew Jimin had no boundaries, freely sleeping with anyone, girl or guy.

“______~ Dance.” You’ve managed to understand him, having being around him while he was drunk to make out what he was trying to say.

“No.”

“Come on, dance.” He whined into your shoulder, you didn’t expect the sudden weight, stumbling along with him but held him up as best you could.

“You’re like a toddler. Fine.” He stood up straight, pulling you into the den where the music was playing. His hands trailed down to your hips, the sway following the beat closely. You were glad he was content with just the swaying of your hips, his glazed eyes trying to focus on you.

“Closer.” You stepped in a little, wanting to keep some distance until he turned you around. He held you tight, your ass against his crotch and his hands gripping your hips roughly.

“J-Jimin.”

“Can’t let anyone pull you away from me.” He growled in your ear, the intensity of his words making your legs feel like Jell-O. This wasn’t a side of him you’ve seen often, his aggressive approach when he was drunk. There were times when you caught on him in the corner of the room, his lips roughly against someone’s neck and their body pressed harshly against a wall.

Now, you wished you were on the receiving end of that gesture, a thought you knew was wrong to have but it was hard to keep out.

Jimin’s hand seeped close to your thighs, the pads of his fingers brushing against your clothed thigh and it shocked you out of your thoughts.

“Stop, Jimin.” You weakly said, pulling away from him and walking away. If it lasted any longer, you would have given in. Let him ravage your body like the others and disappear like a phantom. It would ruin the balance in your life, Jimin being a state of betweenness. Sleeping together would have changed things, things that should just left alone.

So, you walked off until you reached a park and sat on a swing. The shadowy figures of an empty playground disappeared under the moonlight, its light kissing your skin gently and you felt the presence of someone sitting in the swing next to you.

“Are you okay?”

“Did you follow me?”

“Couldn’t leave a pretty girl like you, wandering down the streets.”

“I’m not one of those girls, Jimin. It’s me.”

“I know, it’s you ______.”

“Then why did you feel me up?”

“Blame it on the alcohol.”

“This is why I don’t like when you drink.”

“ ‘M sorry.”

“Maybe I won’t press changes for sexual assault.”

“Was it really unwanted? I mean, look at me.”

“Try that defence in court, pervert.” He laughed a little, your heart hopping to the sound. He was stunning in the moonlight, his perfectly shaped lips taunting you. His blonde hair shone, mimicking a platinum blonde and his brown eyes sparkled. You caught yourself, knowing he would make a suggestive comment about your staring and you didn’t have the willpower to stop whatever may come next.

“Race down the slide?”

“You bet your drunk ass I will.”

At first, you just thought your lustful illusions were from your sex drive but it doesn’t explain why Jimin made your heart race. Why you didn’t like to sleep with him right next to you. Or why his smile brighten up your mood.

That’s why you called in an expert.

“You have a bad case of the love bug.”

“Shut up, Taehyung.” Okay, he wasn’t exactly an “expert” but he knew you well enough.

“When was the last time you’ve thought of Yoongi hyung?”

“About three months ago…”

“Ironically, you’ve spend those months with none other than Jimin. You fell for him, girl.”

“I never thought you would make sense, Tae.”

“Hey. I’m not an airhead, ______.”

“I know, you’re just energetic and two spoonfuls of crazy but you’re right about something.”

“You really love your backhanded compliments.”

“It’s my speciality.”

“So when are you going to tell him?”

“Never.”

“______.”

“First of all, Jimin and commitment don’t mix. I know sometimes he makes flirtatious quips but they’re just jokes, he’s not into me. Plus, why should I want more than I already have?”

“Love isn’t always selfish. I know you two grew up together, knowing every detail about the other and being by each other’s side. Jimin isn’t Yoongi, he’s not going to disappear because you like him differently,”

I wouldn’t do what he did. I won’t abandon you. I want to be by your side, ______.

“I’ll think about it.”

You knew he could tell your nervous energy, your mind going haywire whenever he was around.

Jimin was being Jimin, making you frazzled and bothered at the same time. He pulled you out of your room, dragging you to the convenience store for late night ramen and you watched him run around the store like an overgrown child.

“Jimin, can’t you sit?”

“Sitting is boring.”

“What the fuck did you eat?”

“I found Jungkook’s stash of candy in his dorm. There was so much.”

“You’re hopping more than the energizer bunny.”

“Bunnies are so cute. Kookie’s a pretty cute bunny.”

“Jungkook is far from being a bunny. Not with that muscle.”

“I got muscles too.”

“Now that I think about it, his ass is pretty firm.”

“Mine is bigger.”

“Yeah, it must be fun trying to find a seat to accommodate your ass.”

“At least, it looks better. It looks the best when it’s bare though.” He shot you a wink, heat pooling between your legs and you cleared your throat with the uncomfortable squeezing of your thighs.

“Don’t wink at me like that. Jungkook has pretty good thighs too.”

“Please, have you seen mine? Girls go nuts riding them.” The food was ready, you handing Jimin his bowl and you holding your own back to the seats at the storefront window.

“They would go nuts if they had to live with you most of their lives.”

“Yeah, they wouldn’t believe that they live with the modern day Adonis.”

“I want to understand your point of view but my head can’t go that far up my own ass.”

“I’m a delight.”

“Just eat.” You ate your ramen, each bite making you want another bowl but Jimin was pulling you out the store before you could even think of another ramen flavour to taste.

“Let’s bet.”

“On what?”

“If I can make it to that light pole and back before you do, you do me a favour. No questions asked, same wager for me.”

“Pinky promise?” You held out your pinky, a childish smile on your face and he returned the gesture.

“Ready. Set,” you were both touching the starting pole before he said ‘go’. The cold whoosh of air that brush against your body as your muscles ached at the speed. Jimin had an advantage, being a baseball player and his joints trained to reach a long distance in a shorter span of time.

He plays his advantage well, reaching the light pole before you do and walks to you with a triumphant smile. You knew he was going to be boastful about it, you rolling your eyes at the thought. He walked next to you as you two found a bench to sit upon.

“I’m too fast for you, aren’t I?”

“Whatever you say, Sonic. Now, what is it?”

“Cold. Shouldn’t you be a bit nicer to me? Your mood changes what kind of favour I ask.”

“I can tell by that evil little glint in those eyes of yours, you already determined what you want from me.”

“That is true but how fast it happens is affected by your mood.”

“We don’t have all night, Jimin.”

“Fine, bossy. Just stay still, close your eyes and face me.” You did as you were told, waiting for whatever came next.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Jimin.” You were about to huff out a complaint when you felt his lips lightly pressing against yours. He quickly pulled back, your eyes opening and widening at the implications of what he has just done. There were times where you almost broken the boundaries of friendship, reminding yourself that it’s something that can’t easily be fixed. No matter how much you ignore the detail, it exists now.

“Jimin.”

“No questions asked. That was the deal.” He rushed out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him. He let go, knowing you were going to walk with him anyways and you went to your separate rooms. You didn’t know what to make of this, you couldn’t question him about it exactly or its intentions but it couldn’t continue to be the elephant in the room.

You went to bed, the worries in your head suppressed by your slumber.

The violent rumble of a thunderstorm woke you up, your eyes tiredly looking at your alarm seeing it was 3:46am. As childish it may sound, you were terrified of thunderstorms. The large boom of the thunder rang loudly in your ears, making you trembling and you tried to calm yourself down.

“I’m here.” The violent rain and thunder masked the sound of Jimin entering your room, his body hugging close to yours made real, not a figment of your imagination wanting Jimin to be comforting you.

“You’re okay, we’re okay, just breathe.”

“O-Okay.” You meekly respond, following a breathing pattern you learned in psychology and Jimin followed along with you.

“Will you be okay?”

“I think.”

“I’m just a door away, ______.” He began to unravel himself from you when you caught his arm.

“Just stay with me, please.” Your voice was soft and small, embarrassed to say those words but he just obliged and slept next to you. He tried his best not to latch onto you, strictly taking the left side of the bed and you wanted to say more.

“Good night, ______..”

“Night, Jimin.”

Despite his distance, you somehow end up facing each other and his arms wrapped around you. He was still asleep, drooling into your pillow but you couldn’t care less. You wanted to trace his body, every curve, line that made up Jimin for your own pleasure. You wanted to be the only one that saw him like this every morning and night. The only one able to see his silly side, his serious side, his funny side, his emotional side, all the sides of him that you can uncover.

You wanted every part of him. And it terrifies you.

“So squishy..” You realize his hand was atop of your butt, his fingers dug into the flesh and you squeaked when he squeezed too hard.

“Jimin, wake the fuck up.”

“Nooo.” He whined, leaning into you and your breath hitched at how close he was. You could kiss him right now; it’s an effective strategy in waking him up. In addition, you were tempted to do so since you woke up.

“Jimin.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“Then let me go.”

“I can’t, you smell nice.” You laughed, the random compliment was something you didn’t expect from him but you accepted it nonetheless.

“That’s a lame excuse.”

“Good enough for me, let’s sleep.”

“It’s 2 in the afternoon.”

“And that matters because…?”

“You have practice in 20 minutes.” You counted down from three, waiting for the epiphany to happen and he shot out of bed. You walked out your room, seeing Jimin hopping out his room with his cap loosely on his head and his duffle bag on his arm.

“Aren’t you going to eat something?”

“Not enough time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, bye.” He skipped out, the door slammed shut and you sat on the chair. You felt uneasy about him leaving without any food and about to practice for 2 and a half hours…

You were on your feet, entering the kitchen and checking the fridge hopefully. Hopes were soon dashed as you saw a lone apple and some milk in the fridge. You sighed, getting dressed to go to the grocery store.

A crowd of mixed ages filled the store, making you dodge between people to grab what you wanted. You bought more Oreos for your stash, Jungkook eating up more of yours when he came over a few days ago. Jungkook skipped out the room before you could get him and Jimin easily distracted you from him.

With fresh produce in hand and a recipe in your head, you began to make Jimin’s lunch. You knew how much he loved meat, making grilled pork with sautéed vegetables, fried egg and rice. You grabbed the blue Gatorade, his favourite flavour and left the house.

You walked out to the baseball diamond, slipping past the gates and seeing Jimin practicing his swing. Tae ran over to you, a stupidly large grin on his face and you almost wanted to slap the smile off his face.

“Making love boxes now, I see.”

“It’s just food, plus he didn’t eat anything today.”

“Worried about him, huh?”

“Don’t make me punch you.”

“Aww, you don’t want to admit that you wanted to see him and needed some bait.”

“He’s not a fish.”

“Not the point. You should just tell him you like him.”

“I-”

“______, what are you doing here?”

“She brought you lunch~” He singsonged, earning a glare from you but Jimin looked at you.

“You didn’t have to; I was just going to get something with the guys.”

“I just thought it would be good to eat less takeout stuff, you know once in a while eating something from home.”

“I guess so.”

“Well, lovebirds, you two can enjoy your lunch here. The guys are waiting for me.” Taehyung ran over to the other players on the team, the other guys glancing at the two of you and making kissy faces.

“What did you make for me?”

“It’s not much…” You two sat on the bleachers; the wooden seat is what you made do with.

“I didn’t know you could be humble.”

“I’m this close to eating this myself-”

“No! You made this for me; I’m going to eat it.” He snatched the box from your hand, opening it up and grabbing the chopsticks you placed in.

“It looks perfect.”

“You don’t have to lie, Jimin.”

“I’m not. I’m just so happy you made this for me.” Your cheeks burned up, looking away and he happily munched his food. He had a piece of rice stuck to his lip, you flicking it away with your thumb.

“You eat like a little kid.” Your thumb lingered on his bottom lip and he looked at you. He cleared his throat, you removing your thumb from his lips and he resumed eating.

“I brought some Gatorade too.”

“You thought of everything.” He took it from you, chugging half the bottle and you tried to stare too much.

“You looked cool while swinging your bat, maybe you’re not a huge dork.” Way to flirt, ______.

“Can this dork teach you how to swing?”

“Sure.” He took you down to first base, picking up his bat and showing you how to stand first.

“Your feet can’t be spread too wide or too close, make sure your back foot has a bit more weight than your front foot. Flex your knees a bit too.”

“Like this?” He nodded, you trying to swing and he stopped you. He stood beside you, taking the same stance and he placed his hand atop yours. Your thoughts were clouded with the soft touch of his hands. Yours began to become clammy and you were sure he felt it too.

“You get power from swinging your hips, so just turn the weight from your back leg forwards like this.” He moved along with you, his body shifting forward and you swung the bat.

“Relax, buttercup. Don’t be so stiff.” Maybe if you don’t stand so damn close to me, I could.

“I think I got the hang of it.”

“The base is yours.” You kept his points in mind, doing as he said and swinging.

“That was really good.”

“Better watch out, I’m coming for your spot, captain.”

“First, drop the bat. Second, you wish you were as good. It’s beginner’s luck.”

“Is not.”

“Are too.”

“Is. Not.”

“Are. Too.” You two were in each other’s face at this point, both of you having your hands on your hips and sporting childish stares. Taking in the position you were in made you forget about what Jimin said, your mind going straight to kissing Jimin.

“______?” You gave into your temptation, gingerly pressing your lips against him and he froze on the spot. You moved back, meeting his shocked eyes and you ran off.

Just kissed Jimin and he froze. Maybe he regrets kissing you yesterday and couldn’t let anything fester beyond that point.

You took the bus down to Tae and Jungkook’s place, knowing that you need to tell someone. Jungkook let you in, wondering what made you come over in a hurry and you were welcomed with the sight of Tae in boxers playing Overwatch.

“Hyung, Noona’s here.”

“So soon, I thought you and Jimin would have a rendezvous.”

“Kim Taehyung.”

“You moved in from Yoongi hyung pretty fast, huh?” Jungkook added, wiggling his eyebrows and you kicked him.

“It’s not like that. And how the hell did you know I liked Yoongi?”

“Anyone with eyes knows you did. Just like we know you like Jimin.”

“Did something happen?”

“Kinda…”

“Kinda?”

“Cover your ears, Jungkook.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“Shush, the adults are talking.” He rolled his eyes at you, turning back to the game and you pulled Taehyung into their kitchenette.

“I…We kissed twice.”

“You made progress.” He wiped fake tears, you rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

“But he just froze. I can’t even ask him about it.”

“Why not?”

“It was a wager.”

“That is not a kiss, ______. He has to kiss you because he wants to in the right moment, not some stupid bet.”

“You’re more worked up about it than me.”

“You suck at emotions, child.”

“Not true.”

“Hey, Kookie, is ______ good at expressing herself?” Taehyung called out to Jungkook.

“She’s horrible.” He called back, Taehyung giving you a knowing look and you hugged at him.

“Fine, whatever. I can’t express myself but I know Jimin gets me.”

“Hey, Kookie.” You heard Jimin’s voice in the living room and your breath was caught in your throat.

“Speaking of the handsome devil, yo, Baby J!”

“Taehyung, what the hell are you-”

“Taehyung, I told you to stop calling me that.” Taehyung smiled mischievously, Jimin’s eyes landing on you and you failed to be inconspicuous.

“Can we talk…alone?” Taehyung winked at you, you grimacing and Jimin smiled at you.

“I’m sorry.”

“I made things pretty awkward between us, haven’t I?”

“I started it to be honest.”

“But it didn’t mean anything to you, did it?” You chewed the inside of your cheek, the pink flesh being bruised by your teeth.

“It… It did.”

“Then why did you just-”

“I thought it was no questions asked, remember?”

“You frustrate me.”

“So do you.”

“God. You picked up, made all the months that I wasted liking Yoongi disappear and confuse me to no end.”

“Confuse you about what? I’m sure about where I stand.”

“Where do you stand?”

“Wherever you want me to be, ______.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop making me fall for you.” You muttered, he laughed a little

“Afraid I can’t help that, ______. I’ll just have to catch you every time you fall.”

“You’re so damn cheesy.”

“I know you love it, ______~” He did a little dance around you, making you laugh a little and he poked your cheeks.

“Oh, shut up.”

You woke up, seeing Jimin smiling at you and you looked away. His eyes made you nervous and he cooed at you, you wanting to hit him but he attacked you with kisses. It’s been a blissful six months, Jimin being the perfect boyfriend. Sometimes, you were convinced he was an angel in disguise.

“J-Jimin!”

“You’re so damn cute.”

“I am not cute!”

“Don’t lie to me, baby.”

“If I knew that everyone’s favourite playboy was the biggest dork, I won’t keep a secret.”

“Is it bad that I love you?”

“I don’t know how it happened.”

“You have your violent tendencies but you’re alright.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

“Still annoying.”

“I know you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You turned over, Jimin tracing his finger along your spine and giving you chills.

“Stop~” You whined and he placed small kisses on the nape of your neck.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?”

“I want to be with you forever.”

“Cheesy.”

“I mean it. I don’t see being with anyone else besides you.”

“I am a pretty good girlfriend, aren’t I?”

“Usually I’m annoyed by your ego but it’s true.”

“I know.”

“Don’t push it, baby.”

“Where are you going with this, Jimin?”

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“I said, marry me ______.” You face him, seeing him holding a ring in his hand and you gasped.

“I know you want a small and intimate proposal and I didn’t know how else to do it. I know it’s been six months since we’re official but we’re pretty much a married couple already,” You and he were often mistaken as one because you two fought and made up like one.

“We should make that official too, shouldn’t we? I’ll keep my cheesiness short and sweet just for you, this ring is my vow to you that I want to be yours and yours alone. My vow that I will never leave you. Whatever happens in the future, I want to go through it with you.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course, I will, Jiminie.” He grabbed your hand, slipping the ring on your ring finger. You glanced at the design, two little gemstones on either side of the large one in the centre. It was your birthstones, yours in the left and his on the right and a diamond in the centre. It was beautiful.

“I love you.”

~Admin Blake

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Beta Content For Chapter 42

this chapter underwent EXTENSIVE rewrites. originally it had far more angsty content.

Zarya was originally more discriminatory towards Gabriel and Jack’s relationship:

“Jack, let’s go.” Gabriel didn’t hold out his hand this time- he slithered a tendril of shadow around Jack’s ankle, and the two of them were off. They ended up on the lawn of the mansion, halfway between the big old house and Amelie’s flat training ground. Gabriel dusted himself off even though he hadn’t gotten dirty, feeling obligated to remain in motion.

“Wait, we didn’t need to hold hands for you to teleport us?” Was the first thing out of Jack’s mouth.

“No.” Gabriel admitted begrudgingly.

“Gabriel, that’s precious.” Jack hid a smile with his hand.

“What’s precious, you bird-assed motherf-”

“You just wanted to hold my hand, didn’t you?”

“Shut up, Jack.”

“You know you can just ask-”

“Shut up, Jack.”

“Gabriel, you know it’s okay to ask-”

“Can we not have this conversation now?” Gabriel complained.

“Getting you to admit that sometimes you want to be the little spoon was like pulling teeth, you know you’re allowed to-”

“Jack, please, not now.”

There was a moment of silence. “If you’re holding on to something you want, just say so.”

Gabriel’s stomach felt light and fluttery, like someone had filled it with helium and it was ballooning up in his chest. “What are you asking?”

There was a distinct tonal shift- Jack was looking at him as if examining a bug under a microscope, his lips slightly pursed. “Are you scared of something?”

“This case?” Gabriel prompted weakly.

That didn’t seem to satisfy Jack- playing stupid was not going to get Gabriel out of this.

“I don’t want to, Jack. It’s simple as that.”

“I’m just wondering if you don’t want to, or you’re too scared of asking. I don’t understand why you’re so stubborn about letting go of being an alpha male for half a second-”

“I’m not! And I’m not scared, either.”

“Too scared to ask to hold my hand…”

“This is different.”

“Is it?”

“Jack, I just- I was never like that. I don’t feel things like that, and I’m sorry if that’s what you want, but I just- can’t.”

Comprehension dawned in Jack’s eyes. “Gabriel-”

“I’m not broken.” Gabriel’s hands were shaking along with his voice. This conversation had been a long time coming, he thought. Months of buildup- he had dreaded the day Jack would ask about this the same way a prisoner regarded their execution date. Had feared Jack would see that he was- fucked up and just- leave, because he wanted something that Gabriel couldn’t give him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

“I didn’t say you were.” Jack brought him down gently.

Gabriel shook his head slightly, uncomfortably. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

Gabriel knew what Jack was thinking. Gabriel was thinking it, as if it were something deplorable or shameful.

Asexual.

After Mei’s Arrival back home:

Mei arrived home long before Jack did, but still about thirty minutes later than expected. She claimed she’d gotten caught up in a terrible traffic jam due to ( and Gabriel hardly fucking believed it until she turned on the news ) an enraged gorilla jumping around and clutching a massive bug zapper. Evidently it’d escaped from the Santa Barbara Zoo’s gorilla exhibit.

Zarya made no mention of their talk to Mei, though her gaze did slide to Gabriel when Mei slipped her hand into Zarya’s. It was a questioning and sympathetic stare.

Gabriel was awkward with relationships. He had been in a handful when he was younger, and his parents…

He would rather not dredge up his parents. They brought to mind visages of shattered glass- sharp, dangerous shards.

Broken.

Gabriel did not like that word.

He also did not like thinking about his parents, which is what made his inability to stop thinking about his parents so hellish. Their relationship with one another, their relationship with Gabriel- His head was spinning in circles all while he numbly joined Zarya and Mei on the couch to watch TV.

You’ll find the right girl some day, Gabriel.

He and Jack had a conversation coming that should’ve happened the first couple weeks into their relationship, and the longer it went on the more it felt like he was stalling. The noose was tightening around his neck and it was starting to choke him- it never should’ve gotten this far without discussion.

Why had Jack never brought it up? That’s what he wanted to know. Was it pity? Was he waiting for Gabriel? Was he also…?

God. Somehow it would be even worse if Jack was also like this.

Focus, dickhead. He shook his head ever so slightly, not hard enough to disturb the two women near him. You have a lot of shit to deal with. You’re probably going to die in the next two weeks unless Angela comes through for you. This won’t come up if you’re dead.

But if I’m going to die soon, don’t I owe Jack-?

“I’m going for a walk,” He announced suddenly.

Zarya’s green eyes were as sharp as a blade. “Would you like someone to go with you?”

“No, keep watching the show. I’ll be right back. Gotta clear my head.”

Gabriel put on his shirt and boots. Thought about bringing his Reaper coat. The weather was too warm for a coat, though… And no offense to the Reaper that’d owned it prior, but the coat wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.

He shut the door gently behind him. No key, so it was unlocked. Any robber tried to get in, though, they’d probably get a faceful of bear or yeti.

It was a little past afternoon. One or two, maybe.

Cars honked in the distance. Two birds twittered, nipping at one another. Mates, maybe.

Gabriel moved quickly down the sidewalk. He passed faceless, blurred men and women. In the wake of this agitation, a small feeling burgeoned, blossomed in his chest.

Hunger.

Not the type of hunger that drives you to eat. A kind of numb, soul-consuming hunger that made his entire being drool and shake from need.

It was the Reaper. Of course it was the Reaper. The smoky asshole hadn’t made an appearance for a long, long time, and Gabriel had been exercising his powers independent of the thing’s help for the past couple of months. He didn’t get any of that liquid grace or heightened reflexes shit this time, though- It was a hunger that gnawed at every scrap of his body. He had to swallow in order to keep from drooling.

So many walking, talking meals. The stray mutt plodding along beside a rundown Dollar Tree. The pigeons that fluttered away in big flocks. The old man hobbling along with his wife, reliant on a cane. The family of six- A woman and her five squalling children. A flock of teenagers, talking amongst themselves about a movie they’d seen while chewing on leftover Cinemark popcorn. The determined female jogger with a pink shirt, cap, and brilliantly white new Nikes, earbuds in her ears and sunglasses on her face. The businesswoman on her phone, talking about stocks and how much money she’s made investing. The homeless man holding a sign begging for money, grubby tattered gloves and beanie, face caked with dirt so thick it seemed permanently ground into his beard. The meter maid merrily ticketing cars that’d parked too long. An Asian woman and Asian man, the woman holding their son’s hand as he held his melting ice cream in the other. An older Indian gentleman in a turban, shuffling along on a midafternoon walk. A clique of college-age boys wearing varsity jackets, one of them passing around a cigarette. Two young black men, animatedly debating some TV show while carrying groceries. Two women, one of them with a floofy poodle, laughing at a joke the other had made.

A buffet just waiting to be devoured. Gabriel breathed in deep and breathed out hard.

It’s only like this because you’re upset. Gabriel schooled himself. The only reason the Reaper is here is because you couldn’t get your shit together. So get it together.

He roved around in the sunshine until he felt better.

After a while, the hungry gnawing at his guts rescinded and he was left with a strange, horrible mixture of guilt and unhappiness that the sunny day could only do so much to remedy.

He thought about teleporting back to the mansion, or to the Shambali, to talk to Ana or Reinhardt or Hanzo.

Instead, he went back to Mei’s house.

He closed the door behind him and was met with Zarya’s stare from the couch. Her arm was wrapped around Mei, and the police officer snuggled into her shoulder.

“Is it a weekend?” Gabriel asked, pausing a step away from the threshold. It had just occurred to him that Mei wasn’t doing her job.

“It’s Monday.” Mei yawned. “The chief is giving me time off because he knows I’m part of Overwatch!”

“He’s a non-human?”

“Vampire.”

Gabriel made a small grunt of assent.

“You are cute when you yawn.” Zarya told Mei in a warm rumble. The officer attempted to hide her giggle by stifling it with her hand. Zarya glanced back at Gabriel. “Jack is back. He’s in the guest room.”

His heart fluttered and he stomped down his feelings viciously. “Thanks.”

He headed to the guest room, knocking on the door.

“It’s open,” Jack called from inside.

Gabriel opened the door- Jack was sitting on the bed, a pistol in his lap.

“What’s that for?” Gabriel asked.

“It’s for you.” Jack told him simply, picking it up and offering it out.

Simple little number. Police-issue. Serial number scratched off and painted, amateurish. A few scratches and dings that suggested the gun had seen some combat.

“Makes me wish I had my holster.” Gabriel sighed wistfully. “Not sure what good it’ll do against supernatural creatures…”

“Bullets are bullets.” Jack gave the barest hint of a shrug. “A lot of people feel safer with guns. Figured, being an officer, you’d probably be one of them.”

“Thank you.” Would need to ask Angela or Amelie or Torbjorn or Sombra or somebody to get him a holster for the damn thing.

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