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The Second Wielder

Summary: After spending 6 years of being in love with her best friend, Ben Tennyson. Jenny had finally won his heart and were happily dating. Right when they thought they were living their best lives, Gwen and Kevin go off to college, leaving the two omnitrix wielders on their own with a new partner, Rook Blonko. Watch as the trio save the universe countless more times together and tackle the hurdles tossed towards their way.

Part 1

-> The More Things That Change Pt.1

An explosion erupts from somewhere in the forest, fire everywhere on the ground. Four arms was fighting as he got punched by a black alien, glowing orange lines scattered across the body with no face.

Malware.

Malware jumped into the air and went to throw a punch at the red alien, but four arms dodged, making his fist hit the ground instead.

He then placed both his hands onto the ground as strange black mixed orange burst out from the ground, heading towards Four arms. One of the rocks bursts out from below him, slamming into his chest as he was thrown into the air and into some trees.

Four arms stood up, the trees in front of him exploded by a red laser as Malware walked towards him. He then blasted another from the circle on the center of his “face” at Four Arms, but he jumped up to avoid it, falling to the floor afterward.

“All right, fine. I wanted to do this the easy way but the hard way is okay, too.” Four Arms said, standing up from the ground as he punched his fist. He then ran up to a tree, ripped it out of the ground and held it in his hands like a bat. Malware ran closer to him as he jumped into the air towards him.

“Fore! Arms.” Four Arms chuckled at his little joke he made and swinged the tree at Malware. But it didn’t go as planned as the tree went straight through his stomach.

“This is the great Ben Tennyson, bearer of one of the Omnitrixes, savior of the Univ--” Before Malware could finish his sentence, Four Arms swung the head of the tree at Malware, successfully hitting him into more trees.

Malware then laid against a tree as Four Arms walked up to him, “And don’t you forget it, buddy. You think you’re the only Galvanic Mechamorph we’ve ever dealt with? Pfft. It’s gonna take a lot more to surprise me.”

“Indeed.” The Galvanic alien suddenly spoke, surprising Four Arms, and placed his hand on top of the Omnitrix’s faceplate on Four Arm’s shoulder as the faceplate started glowing a neon green color. Four Arms groans, falling to the ground by the Galvanic alien holding him down and pressing onto the faceplate until it stopped glowing green.

Malware lets Four Arms fall to the floor as loud beeping was heard from the faceplate. Once the beeping is finished, Four Arm’s whole body automatically glows green as his body shrunk down into a small human body. There, on the ground, was a human boy with brown hair, green eyes and wore a black-striped, white shirt with short sleeves, military green cargo pants with side pockets and black and white sneakers with black stripes.

There was something on his wrist, it looked very big wristwatch, primarily black and grey in color with a grey or black dial in the middle, like a watch face, which has a green hourglass shape; The Omnitrix. Ben gasps, noticing he was human and groans.

“Aw, man!”

He then repeatedly presses the faceplate of the Omnitrix in order to turn into another alien, but it was powered down.

“Any last pithy quips or clever observations before I destroy you, Ben Tennyson?” The Galvanic alien threatened, towering over the eleven years old.

“Yeah, if you don’t want to regret ever living, I suggest you leave my best friend alone, Malware!” An angry young feminine voice shouts.

Realizing who it was, Ben and Malware looked at the source of the voice and saw a young girl, who looked around eleven. She had short straight brown hair and fierce violet eyes. She wore a black and white flannel over a black tank top with a pair of shorts and sneakers. There was also a watch on her left wrist that’s similar to Ben’s, but this one has a purple hourglass shape; The second Omnitrix.

“Ah, Jennifer Jane.The bearer of the second Omnitirx.” Malware said. “Finally, I was wondering where you were hiding.”

Jennifer glared as the corner of her mouth lifted as she held up her left arm, switched around the alien selector on the Omnitrix, then slammed her palm onto the faceplate. A purple light illuminates from the watch as her body glowed neon purple, transforming into a big black alien with a feminine body, one neon purple eye on its face, had two long cord-like plugs hung from the back of it’s head and the fingers were like plugs as well.

“Yes! Feedback!” Jenny exclaimed in her distorted voice.

“Hey, don’t take all the action, Jen!” Ben exclaimed as his watch beeped and turned green, ready to be used again. He slammed his hand onto the faceplate, a green light illuminating from the Omnitrix as he turned into a male version of Feedback.

They stood side by side as Malware charged at them and threw a punch at them. But Jenny caught it with her hand and Ben kicked him away. Then they stabbed their plug fingers into the Galvanic alien and he screamed in pain.

Their plug antennas stabbed into his hand, electricity sparked from him as the Duo sucked in the electricity. With the enough energy they took from Malware, they took out their plugs, charged up the energy and blasted a large ray of electricity at Malware, blasting him far away from them.

The Duo high fives in victory and Ben shouts,

“He shoots, he scores!” He jumped into the air and made a basketball shooting pose. Beeping was then heard from the two as green illuminated from Ben and purple illuminated from Jenny, transforming back into their human forms. When he transformed back to normal, Ben had jumped into the air and his eyes widened.”ah!” He yelped, falling onto his butt, but then used his arms to propel himself back onto his feet as Jenny giggled. “Yeah! You better run! Oww.” Ben shouts, pointing a finger at where Malware went, but then groans and rubs his butt with his hands as Jenny had a smile as she sighed.

“Dork.”

| FIVE YEARS LATER |

“Yeah, you better run!” A sixteen year old boy shouts with a smirk on his face. The boy had brown hair and green eyes and wore a black shirt that has a green stripe in the middle with a white 10 and green stripes on the sides of his shirt.

He wore brown cargo pants with pockets at the knees and green and white shoes. The Omnitrix is now a wrist watch. It’s faceplate is now square instead of round and has a white and green color stripes forming an outline for the hourglass of the intergalactic peace symbol. Ben Tennyson.

A sixteen year old girl with long brown hair and violet eyes wore a similar shirt, only it was a long sleeved, but with purple instead of green, light blue jean shorts with pockets and purple and white sneakers. The Omnitrix was similar to Ben’s but with purple instead of green, it still functioned the same way as the other Omnitrix, with the faceplate sliding back and the Omnitrix’s core to reveal. Jennifer Jane.

It was a dark night in the city of Bellwood. The Duo, along with Ben’s cousin; Gwen and Kevin were chasing after Zombozo. He had just robbed a brain bank and took a glass container filled with water and a brain- to the disgust of Jenny.

He jumped from one building to another as the team followed him. A pink orb was casted in Gwen’s hands as she threw magical pink orbs at Zombozo. But the zombie clown dodged each one then jumped off the building and crashed into the next window of a building as Gwen created a bridge to the broken window as they rushed towards Zombozo as Gwen threw another orb at the Zombie clown, causing him to accidentally throw the glass container in the air.

“I got it!” Kevin shouts out, running up to catch the container in his arms. Once he caught it, he slid on the ground and knocked Zombozo off his feet.

“Really, Zombozo? What kind of sicko steals from a brain bank?” Gwen questioned, raising a brow as Jenny cringed at the sight of the brain.

“Why does Bellwood even have a brain bank?” Kevin asked, standing up from the ground and held the glass container in one hand.

“That’s what I thought too! Why even keep brains locked up in a vault?.” Jenny agreed.

The team was distracted for a few moments and Zombozo took this opportunity. He outstretched his arm to grab the container and stood up on his feet.

“Thank you, my boy. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.”

He then ran to the window and jumped out, boasting himself by the awning hanging above the building’s entrance and jumping into the street. An incoming truck honks as it curves, then stops in front of the Zombie clown.

Zombozo then took off as Ben and Jenny jumped out of the window, using the awning too and jumped into the air.

“Come on, give us something good!” Ben exclaimed as they slammed their palms onto their Omnitrixes, green and purple illuminated from the watches as they transformed into a new alien with a magnet-like body, Lodestar. Jenny’s alien form was more feminine than Ben’s.

“Not what I was going for, but I could work with this.” Ben spoke in a gruff static voice.

Kevin then jumped out of the window and landed on top of the truck. He placed his hands onto the surface as his whole body turned to steal.

“On it!” Kevin shouted as he jumped towards the Duo. The Duo’s magnetic hands glowed as they used the magnetic force to boast Kevin. Kevin jumped onto Ben’s hand as he threw him towards the zombie clown. Flying towards him, he grabbed onto him and knocked him out.

The zombie clown gasped when he noticed he dropped the glass container.

“My brain! I’m losing my mind!” He stood up and went to grab it but Kevin jumped at him again and brought him to the ground. Zombozo kicks him off of him, twirling on his hand then jumping onto his feet.

He went towards the glass container once more, but Gwen threw a pink magic orb at him, knocking him away. He stood up onto his feet, outstretched his hand as he grabbed the container then kicked Kevin in the side.

Suddenly, a strong magnetic force began pulling on the glass container, coming from Jenny’s magnetic claw. The magnetic force was powerful, pulling the container out of Zombozo’s hands as Jenny held it in her claw. The zombie clown groans in disappointment, before slamming his face on the ground, causing a honk from his nose as Jenny realized she was holding a brain and cringed, throwing it towards Ben who caught it as he snickered.

“Three things I hate most.” She said. “Eeky stuff like brains, a zombie, and a clown. Such a good day, what could make it even better.” She sarcastically remarked.

____

In the distance, the sun was rising, peering from the gaps between buildings. The job was done. Zombozo groans, struggling to get out of the ropes tied around him.

A sad sigh escapes Jenny’s lips as they stand in front of Kevin and Gwen.

“You’re really leaving?” Jenny said sadly.

“Come on. You have to admit you love this stuff as much as we do. Gwen I can’t believe you’re actually going to leave.” Ben said.

“Yeah? Wouldn’t you skip a few grades of high school if you had some brains?” Kevin remarked making Ben grunt.

“There are plenty of colleges right here near Bellwood you could go to.” Ben tried to convince.

“Not quite the same as the Ivy League. I told you we’ve spent years saving the world. I just want to see some of what I’ve been saving.” Gwen reasoned.

“I know. I get it. Well, hurry back, Kevin! The troublesome trio is more than enough to take on whatever the universe brings out.” Ben said as Jenny nodded.

“Uh,” Kevin nervously chuckled. “I’m not coming back, Ben. I found a place near campus.”

“So this is goodbye?” Jenny asked.

“Of course not!” Gwen said. “There are holidays and semester breaks. And besides, you’re my cousin and you’re his girlfriend. Not like we’re never gonna see each other again. Right?”

“Right.” Jenny smiled softly.

“Later, man. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Count on it.” Ben said.

“Come to think of it, don’t do anything you usually do, either.” Kevin said to Ben before turning to Jenny. “And keep him out of trouble, I’m counting on you, Jennifer.”

“Always have, always will.” Jenny said.

“Take care of yourself, doofus.” Gwen said.

“You too, dweeb.” The two drove off as Ben and Jenny watched as they held hands with the container on the ground.

“What a touching moment.” Zombozo mocked from where he was tied up as Jenny glared at him. “Too bad you would have never caught me all by your lonesome.”

“Watch it, Zombozo. We don’t need a team to get a job done. We’re superheroes. We can do this alone as partners, no problem.” Ben stated, glaring at the Zombie clown before he realized something. “Why am I telling this to a crazy monster clown. Time to put my money where my mouth is.”

Suddenly, his stomach growled as Jenny giggled.

“Maybe put food where your mouth is.” Jenny giggled out, poking his arm as Ben chuckled.

“Yeah, let’s head over to Mr.Smoothy.” Ben wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing her cheek as Zombozo cringed.

“Keep it on the down low over there! Some of us here are single.” Zombozo growled as Ben glared at him.

“Shut it, jerkface.”

____

Ben sat in his driver seat as Jenny sat in the passenger's seat as she lost herself in thoughts. The two weren’t dating till a month ago after Julie broke up with Ben because of the feelings they had for each other.

Jenny had been in love with Ben for 6 years. And was incredibly hurt when he began to date another girl a year ago. She hid it of course, not wanting to upset her best friend. Julie was kind and talked it out with Jenny. Who would want to date a guy in love with another girl? And now here they are, happy with their relationship.

“Nah.” Ben said as he passed Mr.Smoothy. “It wouldn’t be the same without them.” Jenny nodded as she looked out the window as they arrived at Max’s Plumbing, Grandpa Max’s store.

The two entered the store, noticing Grandpa Max wasn’t in the store as they assumed he was in HQ below. They went to the back and turned on the light as they went to the bathroom. The two stepped into separate toilets and pulled the flush as a purple circle appeared under them as they went straight down on a platform.

They walked out of the elevator and looked around the large spacious area of the underground headquarters as they turned their head and smiled at each other as they held hands and walked to where Grandpa Max was. The stairs lowered down as Ben slid down on the railing using his hands as she slid down the railing using her bottom.

Grandpa Max saved her from her abusive aunt who killed her uncle and her escaped pet kitten.

Her parents died in a fire, her aunt blamed Jenny for the miracle that she survived the fire when she was only one years old. She would've been dead the summer she returned to her aunt’s clutches. Especially since she fought Malware head on since Ben went depressed after losing Feedback, she couldn't face how he was hurt and she fought in rage, weakening herself really badly.

Grandpa Max saved her when he came to her house to give Jenny her medicine since the battle she couldn't muster the energy to do anything. He came right when her aunt was abusing her for not being able to do things, due to her weak ill.

So Grandpa Max sent Jenny to live with a Plumber who can teach her how things should be while saving her childhood while she’s still young, (The plumber was human of course) She lived with Mrs.Sikowitz till she became old enough to live on her own.

She still lived next door to Ms.Sikowitz though, in case she needed anything.

Grandpa Max also helped them figure out how to get used to having an Omnitrix for years, She considered Grandpa Max as her own grandpa, the family she never had.

“Hey, just in time. Ben, Jenny.” Max, who always wore the same red Hawaiian flower shirt, greeted them as he held up a pot in his hands.

“Whatcha making?” Ben asked, stepping closer to the pot as the two both had a hungry look in their eyes.

“Zandurian Goulash.” Max lifts up the lid of the pot, only as three purple tentacles come out. One grabbed Ben, the other grabbed Jenny as they struggled to get out of it’s grips before Grandpa Max shot it with his ray gun. The tentacles let go of the two as it retreated back into the pot as Jenny groaned, touching her waist. “It’s fresh.”

“Uh, no thanks. I’m oddly...not hungry. Think we’re going to go back on patrol, right, Jen?” Jenny nodded with a nervous smile as they began to walk out.

“Guys, before you go I have something here that ought to cheer you both up.” He turned to the different drawers as he searched through them.

“Hey, we are cheerful. We’re psyched to go find some superhero action to get into.” Ben said before this time, both their stomachs growled.

“And something to eat, that’s not in the tentacle food group.” Jenny pitched in.

Finally finding what he needed, Max walked up to us with papers in his hands. “I just got the data in for your--”

Suddenly, an explosion rumbled from somewhere above us, shaking the entire room as a siren rings throughout the entire headquarters. They then ran to the center area, red lights shined throughout the room. They ran up to the large computer as the screen showed them where the explosion occurred.

“We got this.” Jenny declared, about to run to the elevator before Ben grabbed her arm with a determined look.

“No, I got this. Stay here with Grandpa Max.” Jenny’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at Ben in disbelief.

“What? No. We do it together. It’s how it always has been.” Ben shook his head.

“We don’t know what we’re facing, I want you here so I know at least that you’re safe.” Jenny opened her mouth to protest before noticing the pleading look in his eyes as she sighed in defeat.

“Okay.” Ben smiled thankfully and began to leave before Jenny ran to him. “Wait!” Ben turned as Jenny kissed him before letting him go. “For luck.” Ben smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be okay.”

“Wait for back-up. I’ll send an Alpha team.” Max said.

Once Ben stood in the elevator, he turned around to them with his signature smirk.

“Why need a team when I already have Jen?” The elevator doors closed as Jenny blushed before frowning.

Minutes passed as Jenny began pacing back and forth while trying to control her breathing. She was not used to this. No. She should be helping him. She can’t relax not knowing if Ben is getting hurt. What if he’s getting badly beaten? What if his Omnitrix put him as Gray matter or something and he’s in a major disadvantage and in need of saving? They're still getting used to these new Omnitrixes, anything could happen.

Grandpa Max who was typing something on the large computer before sighing and turning to Jenny who’s looking paler by every paranoid thought.

“You’re worried about Ben, aren’t you?” Jenny stopped her pacing- still furiously tapping her foot- as she nodded, unable to form words.

“He’s lucky to have you, I don’t think he’d survive these five years of aliens without you.” Jenny blushed and started to panic further. He never fought successfully without her! So he has to be in trouble! Grandpa Max realized his words had only made her even more worried and thought about what he can do to relax her, but there’s only one option. “Go, you must be itching to go after him.” Jenny smiled and sprinted out to the elevator and rushed to the sight.

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” She muttered. “But I can’t risk staying.”

____

Jenny ran all the way to to the half broken building as she heard loud noises at the bottom of the crater as she ran to the edge of the crater and looked at the bottom to see a weird-looking dirty purple beetle with a bulky structure and a red collar around its neck attacking a blue monkey with four arms, wearing a green strap around him.

Jenny recognized the green faceplate of the Omnitrix on the strap and gasped.

Ben.

“Hey! Leave him alone!” She shouted, catching both their attention.

“Jen?! I told you to stay with Grandpa Max!” Ben shouted in a squeaky voice.

“I’m really sorry, Ben!” Jenny shouted. “But I can’t! It’s too much pressure! I can’t risk you getting hurt, so I’ll like you to meet Humangousaur!” I switched to said Alien, slamming my palm onto the faceplate as a purple light illuminated from the watch. I then began to transform into a large humanoid feminine dinosaur.

“Take this for size!” Jenny exclaimed, jumping into the air and dropping onto the alien like beetle, creating a large dust explosion.

“What?! Why does YOUR omnitrix give you the aliens you actually want?! Mine hates me!” Ben exclaims, running towards her side as Jenny jumped away from the beetle.

“I’m just as surprised as you are, pure luck.” She shrugged.

The alien beetle roared, catching their attention, as it got up and began to charge at them. They both side stepped out of the way and when it was in front of her, she punched him, knocking him away. Regaining his composure, he again charged at her and slammed his horn on to her, dragging her to the wall. She tried to push it away but the horn was pressed into her torso, almost taking the air out of Jenny.

“Jenny! Leave her alone!” Ben shouted as he crawled onto the beetle's back and shot a web from his tail and into the beetle’s eye, surprising and angering it even more. Taking this chance, Jenny pushed the beetle off of her and threw a kick at it and knocked him away from us.

Ben jumped towards Jenny as they waited for the beetle to charge at them again, but it stopped it’s movements. Jenny stared, confused as it crawled away from us and up into the other half of the destroyed building as it disappeared into the darkness.

“Huh?” Ben said, confused. “Uh, yeah!” He regained his smirk. “And don’t come back!” He said raising his fist.

Then beeping was heard from the both of them as green illuminated from Ben, and purple from Jenny as they turned back to normal.

Once they did, Jenny was suddenly greeted by a bone crushing hug from Ben. His face buried in the crook of her neck, She shivered slightly when he began to speak.

“Jeez, I told you to stay with Grandpa Max, Why didn’t you listen?” Jenny blushed before smiling and returning the hug.

“Because, Ben, I was worried sick about you. Even after these many years, It’s still my job to look after you, dork.” Ben raised his head and locked his lips with hers into a passionate kiss as they both blushed.

Until the toilet next to them suddenly opened as a small alien with his eyes on each side of his head and wearing a steel suit poked his head out from the toilet.

“Is it gone?!” The two broke their kiss with a heavy blush as they put some distance between each other.

“W-who are you?” Jenny asked, recovering from her embarrassment.

“Pakmar. This is my place. Was my place. Pakmar’s place!” Exclaims the small alien as he jumps out of the toilet.

“Was he really hiding in a toilet?” Jenny muttered to herself. “Of all places.”

“Well, you’re safe now.” Ben stated confidently yet smugly with his hands on his hips and smirked.

“My hero…” Pakmar says sarcastically and Jenny stifled her laughter as she quieted down a notch as Ben threw her a glare. Pakmar walked away from them, grabbing a dustpan and a broom lying near them and began sweeping the small rocks around.

“Can we help?” Jenny asked as she began to feel slightly guilty.

“No!” Pakmar snapped harshly, making Jenny flinch slightly. “Just go away! I didn’t want anymore trouble!”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Ben said looking around.

Pakmar dumps rocks in a pile of trash he’d already made.

“All I wanted was to run my toilet emporium in peace. Now it’s in pieces!”

“You’d be in pieces if we didn’t come to help.” Jenny murmured.

Near his side, Ben lifted up a weird mechanism and placed it down correctly. He pressed some switch and it suddenly turned on, doing some weird things, which disgusted Jenny greatly.

“Different aliens have different needs.” Pakmar states, noticing Jenny’s disgust.

“Please, I don’t want to know.” Jenny said, nearly gagging.

“So, um, the thing that did this to your place, dissatisfied customer?”

“Hardly! Some off-world lowlifes are shaking down us law-abiding businessmen. We pay them Taydenite, they ‘protect’ us. Only thing is we don’t pay, they’re the ones we need the protecting from”

“Have they threatened anyone else?” Jenny asked.

“Only the alien shopping in Bellwood. Yeesh, kids! Where you been?” Pakmar said, before going back to his sweeping business as Ben and Jenny exchanged looks before nodding.

_____

Arriving at a large warehouse building, Mr. Baumann was busy stacking cans on one another. The two watched him from behind with their arms crossed.

“All right, Mr.Baumann, what do you know?” Ben asked, his usual smirk on his lips.

“I know a lot of things.” Mr.Baumann stated, continuing to stack the last of the cans, groaning mentally as he heard their voices. Everyone knew one thing; where the Omnitrixes go, trouble follows.

“Anything about an alien protection racket in Bellwood?” Jenny questioned.

“Nope.”

“So they haven’t been coming around here?” Ben continued to ask questions, tilting his head.

“Who’s been coming around where?” Mr.Baumann dodged as he looked at his watch with a panicked look in his eyes. “Okay, then. Nice seeing you again, Ben, Jenny. Enjoy a free gloppenbeef sandwhich to go.” Mr. Baumann said to us in a rushed tone, handing Ben a large sandwhich and began pushing us out of his store as Jenny’s stomach began to grumble as she eyed the sandwich before shaking her head to get her head back on straight.

Though it was futile, they were stubborn and were not gonna give up on stopping these bad guys.

“They’re on their way right now, aren’t they?” Jenny asked, making Mr.Baumann stop pushing them and they faced him.

“Ben, Jenny. Please, it’s a simple arrangement. I pay them, they leave which is what I want you both to do right now.”

“But Mr.Baumann, we can stop them.” Ben stated, putting an arm around Jenny and brought her closer to him as they smiled at him.

“No! Everytime you’re in my shop, you ruin it!” Mr.Baumann complained.

“To be very fair, I only help Ben, he does the wrecking first.” Jenny defended herself as Ben pouted at her as she stuck out her tongue in a playful manner.

“Do you really think we’re gonna mess up your place more than they will?” Ben asked as Mr.Baumann gave them a look. “Okay, one time. What if we just sit quietly at the counter and blend in like any other customer? I promise, you won’t even notice we’re here.” Ben said as he gave Mr.Baumann an innocent smile.

Mr.Baumann snatched the sandwich from Ben’s hands- much to Jenny’s dismay- and walked away grumbly.

“Ugh, please don’t touch anything.”

“Yes! Come on, baby. Any old alien will do for a disguise.”

“I don’t think just any would do-” Jenny got cut off as he changed into cannonbolt. He accidentally knocks down the stack of cans Mr.Baumann was stacking.

“That was me, My bad.” Ben apologized. Many customers looked at us as Jenny flushed in embarrassment as she looked down wishing she was anywhere but here in this moment. “Hey! How it’s going, fellow aliens? Nice weather we’re having here on Earth, huh?”

“Ben.” Jenny whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re not fooling anyone.”

“Oh, yeah. Right.” Ben picked up a pile of cans from the floor as Jenny rubbed her forehead as he jumped on a stool, falling down creating a hole.

“I knew it! I knew it!” Mr.Baumann regretfully said.

“Uh, It’ll buff right out.” The second time, he successfully sat on the stools by sitting on two, though crushing them a little. Jenny didn’t transform so she simply sat next to him while covering her Omnitrix with her hand, so not to attract attention.

Slurping was heard next to her, followed by a burp as she glanced to see an alien-looking boy wearing cloaks to cover his face, not enough though as he still ate.

Both Jenny’s and Ben’s stomach growled. Ben turns to the hooded-boy.

“Hey, you gonna eat the rest of that?”

The boy didn’t answer, only he slid the sandwich thing over to Ben as Jenny sat even more hungrier as they passed everything to Ben.

“Um, thanks.” Ben said as he split the sandwich in half, giving it to his starving lover. They were about to take a bite of the sandwich, until an unfamiliar voice stopped him.

“Pay up, Bowman.” A robotic voice, Bubble Helmet, demanded. Jenny and Ben glanced over their shoulder and saw three aliens coming towards them. One was a red and black armored alien with a feminine face, the middle one was an alien in purple armor, his head was encased in a glass helmet full of water, and the last one was a large rooster alien.

“You heard about Pakmar? Hmm?” The rooster, Liam, squawked.

“I’ve heard he has great deals on toilets.” Ben said, half joking.

“I’ve heard it was an accident.” Mr.Baumann said.

“Accidents happen all the time. Maybe to you.” Bubble Helmet said, stepping out the way to show a large red machine held by Liam and the other alien.

“Take it easy, now. I don’t want any trouble.” Mr.Baumann said, not wanting things to go bad as he went under the counter and took out a box. He opened it, showing many Taydenites inside of it.

He held out one Taydenite, but Bubble Helmet outstretched his hand and took the whole box instead. Ben stood up, almost crushing the counter.

“Hey bubble head.” He said as Mr.Baumann began to mutter no over and over as he held his face, internally begging for the two not to fight in the store. Jenny got up as Ben did, knowing trouble started the second Ben called out to him.

“This doesn’t concern you, Arburian Pelarota, human.” Bubble Helmet growled.

“I think it does.” Ben countered.

“Aww. Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” Pulling the chest of Taydenites inside his mechanical arms, Bubble Helmet then took out two staffs and held them.

“Let me guess, you’ll be the one to teach a lesson to us.” Jenny sassed.

“Not in my store! Please, I’ll pay you not to do this, Ben, Jenny.” Mr.Baumann pleaded.

“Really? I mean your days of intimidating people are over, bubble brain!” Ben’s words were the last straw as Bubble Helmet began firing red lasers at them from twirling his staffs. Ben stood in front of Jenny, shielding her with his large body.

“No lasers! No lasers!” Mr.Baumann exclaims, hiding behind the counter, holding his head tightly.

The boy from before was eating soup. The laser continued to blast and when it was about to hit him, he used their silver spoon to deflect it back at Bubble Helmet, causing him to stumble back and drop both his staff. Jenny noticed the boy and smiled, He’s good.

Now that the lasers were gone, Ben turned into cannonball mode and rolled at Bubble Helmet, knocking him into some shelves.

“I knew this was going to happen the second they walked into my store.” Mr.Baumann muttered as he glared at Ben and Jenny.

Jenny then began switching around in her alien selector on her Omnitrix.

“All right, Omnitrix. Give me someone good.” She said to herself as she slammed her hand down and started to transform into Cannonbolt. Her form was different from Ben’s. More feminine and instead of yellow, it's blue. “This will make do, I guess.” Jenny turned into cannonball mode and rolled quickly to the red robot alien, who was placing down the machine with Liam. She faced Jenny, yelping as Jenny knocked her into some shelves.

Jenny stood up from cannonball mode and cringed. She turned to Mr.Baumann.

“Sorry, I’ll clean that up later.”

“You two always say that.” He miserably mumbled, sinking himself under his counter.

Liam had a sharp claw on his arms as he stood in battling position, ready to attack Ben and Jenny. Until Ben picked up a pile of seeds into his hand and Liam tilted his head to the side. He walked up to Ben and began eating seeds from Ben’s big hand.

Ben then turned into cannonball mode, pulling Liam inside of him and began rolling towards the red robot alien.

She shot her robot fist at Ben, but his hard surface deflected it. He then rolled up a small ramp, flying above the red alien and dropped Liam onto her.

While the two were distracted, Bubble Helmet was typing away on the red machine. Jenny then turned cannonball mode and rolled quickly towards him, knocking him harshly away from the machine.

But it seemed he finished his task with the machine because once she knocked him away, a red sphere formed around the machine, the circle on the machine turned green and red sparks out of the shield. The green circle was slowly turning red one by one, indicating it was a timer. So that’s how they destroyed Pakmar’s place, Jenny thought.

“Ben, Jenny?” Mr.Baumann was afraid to see what would happen next, as he covered his face with his hands.

“Not a problem. I’ll handle it, Jen.” Ben said, before rolling up again and going towards the shield, hoping to go through the shield and destroy the machine. He kept trying but it didn’t work. At the last try, Jenny then heard beeping coming from both of them, her eyes widened when she realized Ben would slam into the shield in his human form.

She stood in front of Ben, her back to the shield and watched as Ben rolled towards her.

“Wait, Ben! Stop before--!” Before she could, both of them turned back to normal and Ben was flying towards her.

“Ah!” Ben exclaimed as he slammed into Jenny, causing her to slam her back into the red shield painfully. They both groaned as they slid down onto the ground. “Now, really?” Ben huffed, looking at his watch.

He looked down at her then gasped, noticing their compromising position. His arms were placed on each side of her head, his legs on each side of hers as her legs were in the middle as they looked at each other surprised before Ben broke into a sly grin.

“Didn’t think we’d reach this stage, this early in our relationship.” Ben teased as Jenny heavily blushed and looked away.

“J-just get off, dork.” She muttered. He chuckled and kissed her cheek before getting off Jenny and helped her up as she brushed the dust off.

“Goodbye, Mr.Baumann.” Bubble Helmet chuckled as he began running away.

“Isn’t this where your friends show up and save the day?” Mr.Baumann sarcastically asked.

Suddenly, the boy jumped from their seat at the counter and landed in front of us, taking off his cloak and showed his blue clothes, purplish, white and back fur with yellow eyes. He resembled closely to a cat. He had some type of weapon on their shoulders. He ran after the escaping alien while Ben and Jenny watched, agaped.

“Oh, not another one! I was being sarcastic.” Mr.Baumann sighed miserably.

The boy grabbed his weapon from his shoulder, transformed it into a bow as he shot a yellow energy blast at Bubble Helmet, knocking him down to the ground.

The other two aliens tried to make a run for it, but the boy threw some sort of electrifier at Liam, knocking down as he jumped and kicked the red robot down, knocking it out.

“Who are you?” Ben asked, confused.

“Rook Blonko.” The boy introduced himself. “Magister Tennyson sent me.”

“Grandpa Max?” Jenny questioned.

Liam snuck up on Rook, tried to attack him but Rook back-kicked him in the chin.

“Wow.” Jenny said.

“I’m your new partner.”

“Huh?” Jenny said, thrown off by his sudden claim.

“Our new--? I don’t want a new partner. I already have Jen. No offense, I’m Ben Tennyson and she’s Jennifer Jan-” Ben smirked, but was cut off by Rook.

“Yes, I know. It’s an honor working with you both.” Rook said.

“Wielders of the Omnitrixes. See?” Ben held Jenny’s wrist with the watch for Rook to see both their watches. “We’ve saved the universe like a billion times.” Ben gloated.

“I’m well aware. It's required study at the Plumbers Academy.”

“Really? There’s a class about us?!”

“Chapter and a half.”

“Oh.” Ben said, a bit disappointed.

“We’re studied as if we’re those historical dead people.” Jenny mumbled to herself in shock.

“Well, I was kinda looking forward to being partners with just Jen. You understand, right? We have things under control here.” Jenny blushed slightly, she may not say it, but she was also looking forward to it.

Rook looked around the destruction that they made, well mostly what Ben made, Jenny- as she claims- is only dragged into it.

“My mistake. I thought you did not. I’ve waited to see if you needed my assistance.” Rook said.

“Well, don’t stop now! The Omnitrixes are timed out!” Jenny said pointing at the aliens getting away.

“Oh, my apologies, ma’am.” Rook apologized, before his weapon on her shoulder turned into a cannon and blasted a bullet that created a yellow rope trap that captured all three of them.

Rook looked back at us with a serious look.

“Not bad, but you know, I bet anybody can do that if they had one of those...things.” Ben played off his amazement as he gestured to his weapon.

“It’s called a Proto-tool. The most versatile tech in the known universe. I’ve made some special modifications myself. It’s--” Rook continued to explain, Jenny listened interested in the weapon as Ben frowned.

“Does it have a mute button?” Ben muttered loudly as Jenny elbowed him harshly and threw him a look as he whined, rubbing where Jenny hit him as he stuck his tongue out on her.

“Sir?” Rook said, slightly confused.

“Ignore him,” Jenny kindly smiled, waving it off. “that's a really nice weapon you have.” The omnitrixes then beeped, ready to go.

“Yes!” Ben exclaimed. “Thanks for the help, man. But we got this now.” The two slammed their hands on the faceplate and transformed into a new alien, a colorful blocky one. Bloxx. Ben’s was cyan, green, and white, while Jenny’s a feminine version of it.

“This one’s new.” Jenny said. The two went up to the forcefield and began to punch it, losing some blocks from out fist in the process and didn’t damage the forcefield. “What kind of force is this?” The blocks regenerate.

Clucking was heard as Liam used his sharp daggers on his arms to cut the yellow trap in order to escape.

“Hey, Rook! Tag out!” Ben exclaimed, but he didn’t do anything, just stared at them as Jenny sighed.

“It means switch places.” she explained to him, not wanting him confused. “Come over here and try to disable this force field. We’ll deal with those guys.”

“All right! Let’s see what this baby can do.” Ben began to form a dome around the three aliens. But Bubble Helmet shot a laser, destroying a part of Ben but he formed new blocks to replace it. Just for extra measures, Jenny formed a dome around Ben, just in case they escape from Ben’s dome.

“How is it going?” I asked Rook as he seemed to be crouching in front of the force field as the timer started going down. He wasn’t doing anything, just staring at it.

“What are you waiting for? Use your techno thingy.” Ben said.

“Proto-tool.” Rook corrected.

“Whatever.”

The timer was going down and Jenny began to sweat, nervous they might not make it. Rook stood up and pointed his proto-tool as a gun and stood up.

“No! What are you doing?” Mr.Baumann questioned, noticing he was pointing the gun at an undamaged wall. He put a big bullet in his gun and shot at the wall of the store, exploded it and made a large hole that made Mr.Baumann more stressed out.

“The shield fluctuation uses a B’karyix algorithm. I can’t break the code in time. We need to detonate it away from the populace.” Rook explained.

“Speak English.” Ben said.

“He means to help him move the bomb outside.” Jenny translated to him as Ben nodded as they reformed out of the domes as Jenny picked the forcefield bringing the bomb outside.

“Wait!.” Rook said. He took out a device and held it out to the building in front of us, looking for any signs of life.

“Take your time.” Ben said. “I’m joking, by the way. Hurry up!”

“Have to scan for the presence of sentient life. All clear”

Jenny outstretched her arms to throw it away from here, but lasers blasted her arms, causing Jenny to drop the bomb. We saw the three aliens standing behind them as they fired lasers at the trio as Rook shot his own lasers back at them.

The bomb was falling as Ben tried to catch it by forming a net in his arms.

“I got it!” He exclaimed before it broke through his arms. “I don’t got it.” Jenny quickly turned herself into a catapult, the bomb landing on the holder as she threw it to the building across.

They began to run away from the building as Rook counted down.

“3...2...1-” The bomb activated, destroyed the entire building and left a huge crater in the ground.

Ben and I had created a dome around Rook in order to protect all of us from the explosion. Once the bomb exploded, Ben and Jenny reformed out of the dome and the sound of beeping was heard before they shifted back to their human forms.

“You okay?” Ben asked.

“Proto-tech armor. Very nice of you both to try and save me, though. Thanks, partners.”

“Don’t mention it.” Ben huffed, crossing his arms and held an annoyed look on his face.

“But I just did.” Rook said, clearly not understanding what Ben meant, making Jenny giggle.

“And we’re not partners!” Ben quickly exclaimed. “The only partner I’ll ever need is Jen.” Ben strictly stated.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Call me ‘Ben ‘ dude.”

“I’d also prefer if you called me Jenny. Ma’am makes me feel older than I am.”

“Okay, Ben dude, Jenny.” Rook said, clearly confused. Ben looked away as Jenny burst into a small laughter. She calmed down as they noticed the three aliens were running into the crater.

They ran after them, sliding down the side of the crater and ran into the tunnel at the bottom of the crater.

We continued to follow after them. Ben and Jenny ran in front of Rook but they froze as they saw where the aliens led them too.

“No way.” The two breathed out in shock.

In front of them was a large spacious area filled with many houses, it was a city. Rook continued to run after the enemies, bring them out of shock. Jenny began running as Ben quickly followed.

Not knowing that Khyber stood on the surface, standing at the edge of the crater with his alien dog that had been the thing that attacked them in the morning.

“Show no mercy.” Khyber ordered his dog. The dog obeyed and ran down the crater into the tunnel in order to seek the duo out and kill them.

#ben 10 omniverse #Ben Tennyson x OC #Jennifer Jane #omnitrix #Ben 10 #ben tennyson x reader #rook blonko #gwen tennyson #kevin levin #The more things that change pt.1 #ben tennyson

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notyourdayrdream · 3 years

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Summer’s Almost Over (So Come Spend it with Me)

Day Eleven, Side A: Vigilant

read it here on AO3

A/N: this update will so much more sense if you’ve read day three of this collection, which was the word ‘ubiquitous’!

Diner in the Sky is closing.

Their bosses, a middle aged couple, told them in tears before the morning shift, how the whole mayor thing had died down and customers had tanked with it. They would shut down the last week of summer.

Being dramatic theatre kids, the New Directions and Blaine worked after hours to try and save the restaurant. Finn and Puck brought the football players and The Unholy Trinity brought the cheerleaders, and that night became a whole party. While it was fun, nobody had really bought anything. Blaine’s idea to perform turned out much better. He and the Warblers became a group of singing quartets, cooing to customers instead of a jukebox. Kurt thought it was fantastic, not just because he got to watch his boyfriend sing and dance around in a striped shirt and tight jeans all night. And oh, was it so sweet to mess up his gelled quiff during makeout sessions in the backseat of his car.

But it wasn’t enough. The Walken’s were grateful, but they had already sold, and with a heavy heart let all of their teenage employees go. Their last day was a week before their place would be cleared out and devoid of any fifties charm Kurt had grown to love.

But once again, being dramatic theatre kids, Rachel and Mercedes asked if they could use the restaurant one last time. And the Walken’s agreed.

“Oh my God!” Santana cried, clicking a few photos with her phone. “I will never get over you guys in those costumes.” Her arm is stretched around the red leather booth, not enough to draw suspicion to why it’s draped around Brittany. But Kurt notices.

Mercedes, Rachel, and Blaine do the Charlie's Angels pose, cracking up their friends, who’ve shoved themselves into three booths, back to back.

“Look, I’m gonna miss this dress, okay?” Mercedes says, pushing her way into a seat, squishing next to Nick. She has a plate of chili cheese fries in her hands, even though they agreed they wouldn’t actually work tonight. They all ended up doing it anyway. “It makes me feel like Tiana, a real Disney Princess.”

“Oh please, you sing like one already,” Blaine interjects, barely sitting on the end of the seat. His bowtie is crooked. Mercedes swats his arm, but Kurt can see her blush.

At first Kurt was a bit nervous about introducing Blaine to everyone. His dad and Carole were no big deal, Blaine has enough charm to sweet talk a lion into not eating him. No, he had been nervous for him to meet the New Directions. They were known to be judgy. Before they went out to a Movie in the Park night, Kurt ran down every moment of drama since the group’s founding. Offending one member would seriously hurt Blaine’s chances of being accepted. But, of course, he didn’t need it at all. He was a natural, jumping back and forth conversations before and after the movie, making everybody feel special. When he hit it off with Sam, Kurt and Mercedes were ecstatic at the thought of their boyfriends becoming best friends like them.

“I’m actually really sad this place is closing,” Rachel says, picking the bacon bits off her cobb salad. Kurt already knows she’s gonna give one of the cooks an earful about that. “Yeah it was a job, but it was so much fun!” Everyone else nods.

“What’s it going to be turned into, anway?” David asks, twisting around from his seat at the booth behind them.

Kurt rolls his eyes. “A laundromat,” he groans. In the middle of downtown. Whoever was doing the layout for Lima’s recreational district needed to be fired. “So now you can wash your dirty clothes with the stench of hot dogs wafting through the air!”

His friends crack up, and soon he’s laughing too. He loves that feeling, when your joke lands really well and everyone laughs with you. It’s the closest Kurt gets to a standing ovation everyday.

“I love you,” Blaine gets out through laughs, probably not even processing what he just said. But Kurt does, and his heart stops like a chipped record.

Yeah, Kurt’s known about Blaine loving him since that night in July, but he’s never said it. And in his eyes those are two different things. So as Kurt’s mind races to process what he just said (“does he really mean that? what if he just said it to be funny?”), Blaine stops laughing, his face white as a sheet.

He won’t meet Kurt’s eyes. “Um.” The room’s gone deathly quiet, save for the jukebox, constant in its crackling. “I’m gonna start cleaning up now. In the kitchen.” Blaine grabs the plate that Puck was still picking at and rushes into the kitchen. Kurt can’t decide if it’s more sweet or sad.

“Was that the first time he said it?” Tina asked from behind him. The whole diner seems to waits on his every word. Kurt doesn’t trust his voice, so he just nods. Every girl at the tables loses their collective minds, shrieking and telling stories all at the same time. Even though he can’t tell his heart to stop freaking out, he smiles to himself.

“I’ll be right back.” He stands up, knocking the table with his knees. His hands are clammy, when did that happen? Rachel and Wes push him forward when his feet feel planted. Eventually they back off and Kurt pushes through the double doors.

“Hey…” he starts, watching as his boyfriend vigilantly scrubs at a spotless looking bowl. “Are you okay? You kinda disappeared there.”

Blaine nods and keeps his eyes down. “Yep! I’m totally fine,” he grits his teeth in pretending to wipe off a dish. Kurt snorts despite himself, his boyfriend’s just a really awful actor.

“Stop laughing,” Blaine pouts. There’s dozens of reflections of him in the shiny silver pots and pans and refrigerators. “It’s not funny.” He flicks some soapy water at Kurt’s forehead, and it slides down his nose.

He watches the clump of soap run down his face and flop unceremoniously onto the floor. He’ll have to do his skincare routine twice. “Oh it is on.” Kurt comes closer and scoops up a handful of suds just to dump it onto Blaine’s hair.

Blaine gasps, wiping the rest off his head before it pops. He smirks and throws some more soap at Kurt’s chest. And so the war begins.

They attack each other like it’s a snowball fight, racing to grab armfuls of soap suds and throwing them, even if they float to the ground. They fling gray water back and forth at each other and run around the kitchen to dodge it. It’s absolutely gross and undignified, but Kurt finds that he could care less.

After they’ve soaked themselves and the floor, Blaine waives a towel in surrender. “Okay! Okay! You win!” he laughs. His face is slick with a mix of sweat at sink water, and his shirt clings to his chest.

Kurt grins and grabs a towel, linking up beside him to help dry. It’s still on his mind, the whole thing that happened outside, but he doesn’t press. They’re a unit, drying and stacking dishes together, humming a song Kurt can’t exactly recognize.

“I just wanted it to be special,” Blaine admits after a while. “I was gonna set up something really cute here one day, like a candlelit dinner, and get French food from that place across the street. Something big.”

Kurt sets his glass plate down and turns to see Blaine’s face. “As much as I love French food, you didn’t have to do something so grandiose.” He’s learned Blaine loves doing things big. When it was Lauren’s birthday, one of the chefs, he had the entire staff decorate the outside of the restaurant in a beach theme since she was from California. It was gorgeous, if not time consuming.

“But you deserve it,” Blaine replied, eyebrows knitting together. “You deserve the world, Kurt.” And the great goes back to washing dishes like he didn’t say the most romantic thing on the planet.

Kurt presses his against the stainless steel counter and kisses him when words fail. Blaine smells like soapy water and the familiarity of his pine scented cologne. Kurt kisses him softly, his favorite way to kiss (he never thought he’d have a favorite way to kiss, but life has just been full of surprises recently). Blaine absolutely falls apart like this, sighing into his mouth and pulling at the back of Kurt’s shirt.

And he hopes, absolutely prays to a god he doesn’t believe in, that a kiss can convey how he feels. How he’s felt since that night in the heat of July with Italian diners.

“I love you too.”

#tan lines and tan hands #spaceorphan’s sophisticated challenge: vigilant #glee #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #two shot #klaine fanfiction #i had no original ideas for today so this is the best i had #but i really liked the whole diner idea i kind of wish i saved it for a full story

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alienisticxo · 3 years

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X Angel - Chapter 4

Elon Musk x Reader

{Authors Note} Sorry for taking so long! I’ll be updating more regularly now! You can also find this story on AO3 and Wattpad, the links are in my description. My asks are also always open for general Elon chat and requests. <3

Warnings: None yet!

“So what’s the verdict? We don’t got all day,” Jett pushed as he strode through the doors once more, irritated and impatient.

Elon backed away from me then as the other men walked in with a ferociousness in their stride, clearly champing at the bit to hear what their most valuable colleague had to say about the cash-robot.

“She truly has no recollection of anything, and not being aware of how her programming works can be dangerous, especially on Earth,” one man said to another, seemingly continuing a conversation from outside.

“However,” the other began even louder, loud enough for everyone to hear, to assure I could hear. “We’re willing to pay the price. Earth needs someone new for the public to idolize or they’ll waste away. Perhaps they’ll listen to the people who know what they’re talking about if someone like {Y/N} tells them what to do from their televisions. What did you find, Musk?” He finished, turning to Elon with interest.

But Elon only shook his head with conviction, confident in his findings.

“I’d like to investigate further before this purchase is made. Something isn’t adding up here, and I agree with the danger it could pose.”

“Nonsense,” the man replied brashly instead, suddenly not treating Elon as though he were their most valuable player in the room.

I wondered why they’d asked him for his opinion at all as the suited man took a holographic card from his own pocket then.

“Whatever the price, we’ll take her,” he demanded.

I could hear Elon breathe a disappointed laugh as he shook his head and turned away, sliding his hands into his suit jacket pockets, then. He very obviously deemed my purchase to be a terrible idea, though I know not for similar reasons I did. Still, the sentiment stung me more than I’d like to admit. He was my hero, after all.

But he was in no position to argue with them, as I wasn’t his pop star to claim. For another moment, I also wondered why they’d asked him to tag along altogether. If they weren’t going to hear him out, there was no reason for his presence. Even though I was sure he saw me more as a threat than beneficial, I was still glad I got to meet him, at least once in my lifetime.

Regardless of that, there was no denying it felt like the entire universe fell apart around me all at once, leaving me spiraling into the galaxy with no direction. I couldn’t go back to Earth— I wouldn’t go back to Earth. I would rather jump out of the window in front of me and disassemble my entire being, than go back there. But I had to stay quiet. I had to remain calm. My teeth ground together behind my lips as every inch of my body tensed up. They didn’t notice, but it was possible Elon had with each occasional glance he took back at me.

I kept my eyes right back on him this time, only averting them when he looked in my direction. When they gathered around the large table to sign the contract, which appeared in mid air at the press of a button on a phone by Jett, Elon stayed behind. He watched me intently as my {e/c} eyes burned holes into the man whose own eyes made steady and confident contact with the contract as it scanned his retinas. Within seconds, it disappeared, my life slipping from my own fingers as it was sent through cyberspace back to Astra. Crypto exchanged cards as Jett, and who I found out to be Mr. Bauer, held them against each other.

The purchase had been made.

It felt like an execution more than anything else.

I had a week to bid farewell to Planet X and all who inhabited it. Their label, something boring like Spinn Records, worked with Jett to plan a facade as to why I was leaving to feed to my adoring public. I was to follow it as per Astra’s orders. Once the official date on the contract arrived, I was to hop a flight with SpaceX and hurdle towards the one place I vowed I’d never return to, and take orders from Spinn instead. After that, I was no longer Astra’s responsibility. Silent rage and hurt and a plethora of other emotions came bubbling to the surface, but I kept them at bay, turning near catatonic as my eyes shifted focus to Elon once more.

Deep down, I was hoping he might be the fairytale hero I needed at the moment; might pick up on my silent distress and come up with a bulletproof excuse for me to stay on X, devoted to Astra. Mention anything from the danger I could pose to simply being uninteresting enough. But he didn’t say another word. He stared at me from time to time. And each time he did, I could see the cogs in his mind working away from my peripheral, as he valiantly attempted to unpiece the puzzle that was myself.

They didn’t even say goodbye to me when they left, and I didn’t dare look up at Elon, though I noticed his hesitation to depart. My emotions were on overdrive— I didn’t trust myself to make eye contact for fear I might break down on the spot.

The ride back to my penthouse was quiet on my end. It wasn’t unusual, as cybernetic stars were usually seen and not heard behind the scenes. I sat in the back of the Cybertruck as Jett prattled on to the head of Astra about the deal he’d just made for them from the passenger seat. I was drifting in and out, but caught something about how he wanted more than his usual ten percent. Who would be paying him now?

I smiled to myself for just a second as I looked around inside of the vehicle. They were rare on Earth, but one of the status cars on X. Everyone who was anyone had one despite Elon’s standing in the social world.

Self driving, stereo system like a major recording studio, and built like a tank. Despite the autopilot though, we preferred to drive the beast ourselves. I mean, who wouldn’t? But as I thought about the Cybertruck’s creator, and our brief encounter today, I couldn’t help but feel slighted. It wasn’t his responsibility to save me from such a disastrous deal, sure, but I could tell he wanted nothing to do with my appearance on Earth. They didn’t listen to him when he’d tried to speak up, but he didn’t try hard enough, either. Something told me he wanted them to realize their own mistake, but he didn’t know at what cost that was to me.

I shook myself out of the thought. How could he know, really? Why would he even care? Why did I care so much? His small act of slight compassion in the boardroom didn’t mean I was entitled to his entire arsenal of kind deeds. It was absolutely insane to think that. I questioned my own sentience before trying to push my thoughts away altogether. My emotions were jumbled, no one in particular feeling better or worse than another. It was to the point that the only thing I felt was nothing at all.

When I’d finally arrived home, there were no flashing cameras, no screaming fans or journalists and no security guards surrounding me from every direction I looked. I made my way through the lobby of the building and onto the teleportation pad, dying to finally have some privacy in my own space. The damn thing couldn’t work fast enough as I impatiently waited for it to read my code. Eventually, though it was really only mere seconds, I found myself in my penthouse.

Once I locked the door for no outsider entry, I immediately leaned back against it, the soft clang of metal ringing lightly through the space and tainting my view of my life, the sound bitter and empty as it fell on my ears. My line of sight was glued to an onyx black rug in front of me as I recounted the latter half of the day's events. It all replayed to me like a movie I was forced to watch, all of my hard work unraveling for a little currency that didn’t even mean anything just a few years ago. As invincible as I felt to Astra, after all I’d done for them to save their name countless times, to push their agendas when I didn’t necessarily agree with them, to keep them relevant, they felt as though I was disposable.

My label deemed me disposable and my hero considered me a threat.

Then it hit me.

All at once everything I’d been feeling hit me like a swirling hurricane, and I began to near hyperventilation as I let myself truly feel again. The wall I had to build up every day cracked and crumbled as a million different sensations escaped into the ethos from my small frame. A roaring war within my body swept me into a moment that felt tumultuous, everything suddenly chaotic, loud and heavy though it was just myself in an otherwise quiet room.

My chest rose and fell as it all came rushing back like a wave of water, tears forming in my eyes as sobs pushed their way through my throat. It was as though everything else I had ever been fell away, stripping me bare to nothing but my own resolve. My cold hands immediately reached for my head and I started to sink to the floor, the dramatism of the moment not at all underplayed or over exaggerated when compared to how I felt as I began to tear the beautifully detailed chrome pieces from my face— and then my chest— and then the rest of my body, tearing my clothing off along with them. I threw each piece across the large entryway, the sharp echo earsplitting as each one clattered and rolled through the space. The intricacy I’d hid behind for what felt like ages now, meaning nothing and everything all at once. My heart pounded in my chest, a familiar ache I’d not felt since I left earth reigniting my passion, my need to escape. Inside, I was dying to escape the hell I had to endure, pretending to be a body I wasn’t day in and day out just to stay alive.

The jet black mascara I still liked to put on despite no one seeing it dripped down my cheekbones in messy streaks. My soft, warm skin was exposed in the evening's hazy sunset that wasn’t quite like anywhere else in the two worlds I knew. The small tattoos, scars and beauty marks I’d acquired on Earth, a stark indication of my true humanity, revealed to no one but myself and my thoughts. I embraced the way I could feel the blood coursing through my veins, supplying my carbon based vessel beyond what the most complexly built form of artificial intelligence could comprehend. I tasted the salt of my tears on my flushed rose petal lips with slight relief that I still existed as I was, if only for the time being. I reminded myself of who I was— who the world didn’t know me to be, who I’d often forgotten or left behind for the sake of my safety; of my family’s safety.

And as I sat there, naked and distraught, I briefly wondered if I should reveal my secret to the world now that I found myself at an impasse; if I should risk it all to stay on Planet X and continue the life I’d worked so desperately hard for. To use exposing my humanity as a playing card that no one saw coming was a thought, absolutely. Astra would be in shambles if I decided to expose myself as nothing more than a mere mortal after boasting to X and Earth that they had the most realistic A.I. lifeform in the game. While it didn’t seem like such a big deal, it was in the eyes of the public and their competitors. It would tarnish their reputation forever. But the label didn’t exactly play fair, either. My lifeless body would be hurdling into the universe within the hour I told them, and they’d be after anyone else who might be affiliated with me or related to me. It was one thing to outcast an individual to the outskirts. It was a whole other to wipe out any trace of their existence at all. But they had no issues with it, so long as they saved face and crypto.

Earth hadn’t been kind to my family or me in its downfall. I didn’t come from wealth of any kind and we’d made due with humble living while we could. But we’d gotten caught in the grime the moment it all began to fall apart on a grand scale.

X was my escape.

Our escape.

I barely managed to make it out of Earth as a stowaway, let alone alive.

#elon musk #elon musk x reader #elon musk fanfiction #fanfiction #elon musk fanfic #spacex #cyberpunk #tesla #fanfic #x angel #futurism #darklydreaming #grimes #slow burn #writers #Fanfic writer #writer

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avocadogirl216 · 3 years

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It Wasn’t You

AN: Please let me know what you think and let me know of any mistakes that I have made. This helps me improve my writing. Thanks!

Summary: You finally get to go on a hunt with your brothers but things don’t go as planned.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister!reader, Sam Winchester x sister!reader, Bobby x reader, Possessed!Dean x sister!reader

Warnings: Violence, Possession, Language and Fluff

Word Count: 3,477 Words

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The day has finally come. The day where you get to go on a actual hunt with your brothers. Usually you had to stay behind with Bobby and do research but today you get to actually get to go on the road with them and hunt whatever monster was causing trouble.

You were giddy with excitement considering that you were only 14 and you get to put your training to the test. Everyday after school you trained with either Sam or Dean, whether it was self defense or weapon training, you took whatever you could get. You were a pretty damn good hunter for your age. You can take down two people three times the size of you at the same time, you can handle almost every kind of gun known to man, you know how to hack into security cameras, you can get your way out of any restraints and you can track almost anyone or anything.

Your brothers wanted to keep you out of the life as much as they could. They didn’t mind training you because you never know when it can come into handy. Especially in this line of work. Every time they mentioned a possible case you immediately jumped in, trying to help in anyway that you could. You always begged them if you could go with them, for backup, but they always said no. Up until last week they decided that you were ready to go with them. They made rules to keep you safe, which were: always listen to them, never go off on your own and follow orders down to the T. If you broke any of those rules, you can say goodbye to hunting.

You got out of bed and got dressed in a red and black flannel with a white tank top underneath, a pair of dark blue jeans with rips in them and of course black and white high top converse because you were too clumsy to wear a different kind of shoe. You coaxed your hair into a high ponytail since it was extra frizzy today and brushed your teeth.

You grabbed your prepacked duffel bag with all of your necessities from under your bed and ran down the stairs into Bobby’s living room. You lived with Bobby since A) He was like a father to both you and your brothers and B) It was the safest way to keep you close but away from the road life that came with hunting. Once you made it into the living room you found Bobby with his nose in a lore book, figures. You see Sam and Dean talking among themselves on the couch. They didn’t notice your presence until you announced: “What are you guys doing sitting around? Let’s get this show on the road!”

Bobby, Sam and Dean look up at you with small smiles on their faces.

“Man I was hoping that you would forget.” Dean said as he was getting up from the couch.

“When have I ever forgotten anything?” You asked.

“Hmm lemme see. Homework, dishes, laundry...” Bobby started to list off.

“Okay, okay. I get it. But there was no way in the history of well, ever that I would forget about this.” You said with a smile growing on your face.

“Yeah, yeah. We know.” Sam said as he grabbed his own duffel bag and slung it over his broad shoulder.

“Got everything Sammy?” Dean asked his younger brother.

“It’s Sam and yes.” Sam answered.

“Okay, well I guess that we should get going.” Dean said as he got his car keys out of his jacket pocket.

“You guys be careful you hear. (YN) listen to your brothers.” Bobby said as he stood up from his cluttered desk.

“Will do” Dean said as he started towards the front door.

“Bye Bobby.” You said as you have him a hug.

“Please be careful.” Bobby said again.

“When am I not?” You asked as you pulled away from his bone crushing hug. You walked over to the front door and waved goodbye. Bobby returned the wave with a hint of worry in his eyes. You walked out of the house and closed the door behind you. Sam and Dean were already getting into the car so you jogged over to the back door and slid into the backseat. Dean put the key into the ignition and brought the beautiful car to life. He pulled out of the scrap yard and onto the road.

You pulled out your phone, opened your favorite playlist on Spotify and put in your headphones. You sat back into the leather seat and watched as the scenery around you zoom by. The case was in Sidney, Nebraska which was about 8 hours from Sioux Falls. In about 2 hours into the trip you pass out from a sudden, unexpected wave of exhaustion. You wake up to Sam nudging your knee. You look around to see that it is dark outside and you are parked outside of a motel. Dean wasn’t in the car so he was more than likely already in the motel room.

“Hey (YN).” Sam said in a soothing voice. “We’re at Sidney, in case if you were wondering. You passed out on the way here. Why don’t we get you inside. Okay?”

You took a deep breath through your nose and nodded your head while rubbing your eyes. You grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the hotel room. You walk in to see that Dean was already in his sleepwear and in bed. He opened one eye to see who just walked in.

“Mmm. Look who decided to wake up.” He said with a tired voice.

“I’m not planning on staying up any longer than I need to.” You said while walking over to the empty bed next to Dean’s and placing your duffel at the foot of the bed. You grabbed your pajamas and toothbrush and walked into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you and quickly changed clothes and brushed your teeth. You opened the door to the bathroom and turned off the light. Sam was already changed and in bed. You walked over to the bed and climbed under the covers. Sam scooted over to give you more room and you moved around until you got comfortable. After a minute of listening to Dean snore you lulled yourself to sleep once again.

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You wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee. You sit up and rub your eyes as you look around the motel room. Dean was sitting at the table situated in the small kitchen eating bacon and cheese biscuits while scrolling a local news sight on Sam’s laptop. You walk over to the table and peer inside the paper bag to see three biscuits with no indication on what was in what biscuit.

“They’re all the same.” Dean said as if he read your mind.

You nodded and picked the biggest one as you sat down in the chair next to Dean, seeing that he went from the news website to the local police radar.

“Anything new?” You asked as you took a bite from the biscuit.

“Nothing’s changed from yesterday.” Dean stated as he took a sip of his coffee.

You nodded. After a minute of silence, Sam exited the bathroom while drying his hair with the cheap motel towel.

“Morning Stilts.” You said.

“Morning short stack.” Sam said back as he walked across the motel room and took a sip of his coffee.

“So what’s the plan for today?” You asked.

“Well, I was thinking that Sam and I would talk to the families of the deceased.” Dean said as he looked up from the laptop.

“Sounds good.” Sam said as he started to unwrap his first biscuit.

“What will I do?” You asked with hope in your voice.

“You are going to stay here.” Dean said as he got up from the table and walked over to his duffel bag at the end of his bed.

You quickly followed. “What? I thought that I was going to work the case with you guys.” You said with disappointment.

“You are going to work the case with us. You’re just gonna stay here.”

“That’s not working the case. That’s just me being here and doing nothing.” You said as you crossed your arms.

“You’re not going to do nothing. You just can’t come with us to pose as FBI. You’re too young and no one would buy it.” Sam explained.

You understood. Of course you did, the last thing that your brothers needed was to have their cover blown. You sighed. “I guess that makes sense.”

“Glad you understand.” Dean said as he walked over to the bathroom and closed the door.

“We promise not to go after the thing without you.” Sam said as he looked into your eyes.

“Okay.”

A little while later, Sam and Dean were dressed and ready to talk to the families.

“You know the rules. Door is locked until we get back, no opening it for anyone and keep your phone on you at all times. Got it?” Dean asked in a strict tone.

“Got it.” You said while looking at the floor.

“We won’t be gone long.” Dean promised as he and Sam walked out the door.

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You were pacing the room trying Dean’s cell again.

They should have been back by now.

It has been 4 hours since Sam and Dean have left and they haven’t called or texted. Saying that you were worried was an understatement. You’ve called them a million times and texted them a million more. You wanted to go find them yourself, but there was two problems with that plan. One was that you didn’t know what you were hunting and two was that you didn’t know where in the world your brothers have gone or where they might be. Your heart was racing as were your thoughts.

“Screw it.” You announced to no one in particular as you walked over to your duffel to get every weapon that you packed. As you were about to put some holy water into your jacket pocket, the door to the motel opened and Dean walked in.

You gave a sigh of relief and walked over to him.

“Dean where the hell have you been? You and Sam didn’t answer your phones and I was just about to go out and look for you myself.” You said in a pissed tone.

“We were jumped and our phones were damaged in the process. Sorry to worry.” Dean explained but the way that he said his words were different. They sounded colder and on edge.

“You couldn’t call from a pay phone?” You asked, taking a step back.

“Didn’t have any change.” He said with coldness and anger in his eyes.

“Umm okay.” You said uneasily. “Where’s Sam?” You said as you looked over Deans shoulder.

“Out.” Dean said as he locked the door and started to step closer to you. You took steps back, hoping that he would get the message that you were starting to get uncomfortable. He didn’t. He continued to step forward as you stepped backwards.

“Dean stop.” You said with your most confident voice that you could muster up at the moment. You eventually hit the wall and Dean stopped in front of you, his toes touching yours. He placed his hands on either side of your head. You tried to slow your breathing down, trying not to show Dean how scared you were getting.

Dean noticed this. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He asked as he tilted his head.

You slowly nodded, pressing yourself against the wall more trying to create more space between the two of you.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Dean said with fake sincerity. He leaned in close enough to where his mouth was next to your ear. “I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

When Dean leaned in you caught the smell of sizzled flesh. You looked over at Deans left side of his chest to see a burn mark where his anti possession tattoo should be.

“You’re not Dean.” You stated.

“What gave me away?” The demon said as it backed away from your face. It flashed its eyes black and gave you a smile.

You looked over at your duffel to see your holy water. The demon followed your gaze. “I don’t think so.” It said as it dug its nails into both of your shoulders. You grimaced and inhaled sharply. You struggled for a bit then used some of the training that Sam and Dean taught you. You kneed the demon in the groin as hard as you could. It yelled out in pain and released its grip on you. You punched the demon in the face and ran for the holy water. The demon quickly regained itself and tackled you to the ground. You landed on your face as one arm was underneath your body while the other was being held in a painful position behind your back by the demon.

“Nice try.” It said as it flipped you over. The demon pinned your arms above your head with one hand and sat on your thighs, disabling your legs. You moved as much as you could but after a minute of struggling you realized that you were trapped.

“Dean fight it!” You said as you looked up at the demons eyes, hoping that Dean would take control.

“Oh believe me he is. He’s giving me one hell of a headache but he’s too weak.” The demon said as it trailed a finger along your jaw. “I expected more.”

You moved your head as much as you could to keep it from touching you. The demons eyes started to roam your body with no shame. It finally looked at you in your eyes and gave you a smirk. “You sure are a pretty one.” The demon said as finger started to move down to your collarbone.

“Screw you.” You said viciously.

“Ooh. You’ve got a mouth on you.” It chuckled was it ran its thumb over your bottom lip. You bit its thumb as hard as you could, tasting blood.

The demon hissed as it retracted its hand. It then clenched its hand into a fist and punched you in the face. You vision blurred for a second before focusing back on your possessed brother.

“Dean fig-” Before you could finish was your were saying the demon punched you in the face again. And again. And again. Pretty soon you were a bloody mess. Your left eye was swollen shut, your lip was busted and you had multiple cuts on your cheeks not to mention the bruises that were starting to blossom your face . You coughed up blood and spit in the demons face. It gave you a disgusted look and wiped it off. The demon then let go of your arms and used both hands to strangle you. You tried to hit the demon anywhere you could reach but the demon didn’t loosen its hold on you. You tried to suck in air but all that came out was a wheeze. Black spots danced across your vision and you started to feel light headed. The demon then lifted your head from the ground and slammed it into the dirty motel floor. You grabbed onto its wrists, hoping that it would stop but the demon kept slamming your head into the floor. The motel door banged open and Sam ran in. Before you saw Sam do anything else, you blacked out.

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You woke up to a pounding headache and the smell of sulfur. You slowly opened your eyes but immediately shut them from the light. You groaned as you opened them once again, letting them adjust to the light..

“Hey champ.” Sam said in a quiet and soothing voice. You looked up at him, seeing that he was in a chair that was pulled up next to the bed. He gave you a sad, small smile while rubbing circles into the back of your hand with his thumb.

You looked around the room to see Dean leaning against the dresser giving you a guilty look.

“Wh-what happened?” You asked looking back at Sam.

“What do you remember?” Sam asked with a curious look in his eyes.

“I remember you busting through the door and then nothing.”

“Well, we were jumped at one of the families houses and we were taken to a warehouse outside of town. The demon burned Deans tattoo off and possessed him. I eventually got out of the bindings and I hot wired a car to the motel. I walked in to see the demon strangling you. I fought the demon off of you and eventually exorcised it out of Dean.” Sam said. You noticed some cuts and bruises on his face that you were too disoriented before to see.

“How long have I been out?” You asked with a tired tone.

“3 hours.” Dean said from across the room. You looked back over to him, seeing that he hasn’t moved a muscle.

You closed your eyes and sighed. After a minute, you tried to sit up.

“Whoa, whoa. Easy there tiger.” Sam said as he put a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to lay back down.

“I’m fine.” You said as you continued to sit up. Eventually Sam helped you and leaned you against the head board. You looked over at Dean to see some bruises marking his face along with a cut on his right cheekbone. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry about me.” Dean said as he started to make his way over to the bed.

“I’m sorry have you met me?” You asked.

“Unfortunately.”

“Hilarious.”

“I’m known for it.”

“Sure you are.”

Sam chuckled and patted your hand before letting it go. “I’m gonna go get us some dinner.” He said as he looked between you and Dean. He grabbed his jacket and the keys to the impala and walked out of the motel room.

There was a minute of silence before Dean spoke.

“(YN) I am so sor-” Before he had a chance to finish his apology you interrupted him.

“Stop, just stop.” You said as you looked into his guilt ridden eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. It wasn’t you.”

“Yeah but I could have stopped it.” He said while avoiding your gaze.

“Come here.” You said while patting the empty space next to you.

Dean hesitated before finally moving next to you, still avoiding your eyes.

“Look at me.” You said. He didn’t. “Dean Winchester I said look at me.” You commanded in the tone of voice he used when you were in serious trouble. Dean looked up at you with eyes starting to fill with tears. “I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t. I failed you as an older brother.” He said as a tear made its way down his face.

You moved your hand to his face and wiped the tear from his cheek with your thumb. “No you didn’t. Don’t you ever think that. Ever. You are the best big brother I could ask for. You’ve done so much for Sam and me. You’ve taken care of us when no one else would, you made sure that we had a happy childhood despite our situation, you’ve protected us and you’ve always been there for us, no matter what. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

Dean gave you a small smile. “And I couldn’t ask for a better sister.”

“Come here.” You said as you held your arms open for him. Dean leaned in and gave you a hug that wasn’t as tight as it usually was. “You’re not gonna break me Dean.” You said as you hugged him tighter in which he returned. After a minute of holding each other, you two let go. You yawned while rubbing your non hurt eye.

“You tired?” Dean asked. You nodded. Dean helped you lay down and get under the covers. “Night sis.” He said as he smoothed your hair. When he started to walk away you caught his hand. Dean looked down at you with curiosity.

“Stay with me?” You asked with your puppy eyes that matched Sam’s.

“Sure sweetie.” He said as he started to lay down next to you. You scooted over to give him more room on the bed. When he got comfortable, you layed your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around your body.

“Love you De.” You said tiredly.

“Love you too kiddo.” He replied back.

You yawned once again and closed your eyes. You were quickly lulled to sleep to the sound of Dean’s heartbeat and to the soothing fact that Dean would always protect you from the monsters of the night, no matter what.

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kodzuken-pie · 4 years

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May I request a Daichi fluff where him and his s/o wash their BIG dog together? It’s just a big mess and there’s lots of bubbles and giggles. Thank you so much !💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

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[ A/N : I pictured this so clearly in my mind like 👁👄👁 . . . And so I present this Daichi fluff for y’all ]

Pairing : ts!Daichi x reader

Warning : None

Word count : 1,953k

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- 𝑺𝒐𝒂𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒖𝒅𝒔 — — - ✰

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The sunlight filled the room, making it nice and warm. You and Daichi had been lounging on the couch with your Big Alaskan Malamute, Pepper. He had his arms around you while pepper rested his head on your lap, making you trapped between the two. Daichi had the day off and so you both decided to stay home and spend the day being lazy, binging shows and cuddling on the couch. You had closed your eyes as you wanted to savor the moment then you had an idea.

“Hey,babe?” You looked up at Daichi who had his eyes glued to the screen.

“Hm?” He hums in response, not looking away from the screen.

“Let's give pepper a bath.” You said softly, poking his chest.

Both Daichi and Pepper looked at you, making you giggle. Pepper was more or less excited, his head lifted up and his tail wagging. Daichi looked at you with an amused expression, pausing the show as he looked at you.

“What’s up with you? You don’t usually like giving pepper a bath.” His eyebrow was raised at you, a smirk playing at his lips.

“I just want to bathe him, what’s so wrong with that?” You pouted, eyebrows knitting together.

“Ok, Ok! We can go bathe him.” He unwraps his arms around you then gets up. “Come on then, get your cute butt up off the couch!” He grinned at you teasingly, having both of his hands out for you to take.

You playfully stuck you tongue out at him, reaching for his hands and getting up. Pepper was circling the two of you as you got up, petting him as you made your way to the backyard. You took your big poofy sweater off then hung it on one of the lounge chairs you had outside, revealing you in your black tank top and dark blue shorts. Daichi looked at you with so much admiration, his heart making laps as he looked at you. No makeup, Hair up in a messy bun, and just in your pajamas. To him you were perfect, especially at this picture perfect moment.

“Hey, handsome! Like what you see?” You posed in a wacky manner, pointing at him with finger guns.

This made him laugh hard, hard enough to make him put a hand to his stomach. “You are so adorable!” He said in between laughs, his face turning red.

“I am to be and only be adorable!” You retorted, laughing as well.

Pepper had started running around the backyard, going back and forth between you and Daichi. You straightened up after a bit, getting your breathing under control then walking over to him. He had such a child-like smile plastered on his face, one that had made your heart go over any speed limit.

“What? You seem oddly extra happy..” You put a hand up to his chest, right where here heart was,

“It’s not that, silly little bean!” His smile grew wider. “I’m just in love, that’s all.” He placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you closer to him.

You feel your face flare up, the heat spreading like wildfire. “Wh-wha-what?!” You stuttered out, clearly flustered.

He laughs wholeheartedly, his eyes disappearing. “Love, it’s been 8 years.”

“I-I know! It’s just..” You shied away from him, looking at your hands that were resting on his chest. “I still can’t believe it.”

“Well, you better.” He gives you an eskimo kiss. “Because I’ll love you until the end of time.” His voice was soft, barely a whisper.

“Oh stop that!” You sniffled, swatting his chest playfully. “Can we just wash Pepper already?” Your gaze flicked up to his for a moment before you pulled away from him, patting your thigh for your dog to lean up against.

He looked at you with such a gentle expression then he shook his head. “Yes, yes. Let’s wash Pepper now.”

He walked over to the little shack that was on the far corner of the yard, going in to grab the little utility tub that you would use when you bathed Pepper outside. You let Pepper follow you around as you took the garden hose and unspooled it from the hose reel, filling up the tub that Daichi had placed in the middle of the yard. Your dog was absolutely overjoyed as the tub filled with water, running and barking all around with her tail waving in the air.

“Yes, yes Pepper! It’s bath time for you!” You cheerfully spoke to her and she barked back, her tongue hanging the side of her mouth.

Daichi chuckled to himself at your exchange with the dog, finding it so cute. “Hey, I’m going to go grab her shampoo, ok?” He kissed the side of your head before walking back inside. “Be right back!”

“Ok! Better hurry up, because she is ready to jump in the water!” You giggled, playfully pointing the spray nozzle on Pepper only to fake her out.

He goes back in the house then re-emerges minutes later with the bottle of dog shampoo. “Alright! I got it!” He freezes as he steps out, the scene in front of him seeming to be slow motion.

You were running around, smiling and giggling so freely while your dog was chasing you. He felt his breath get taken away at the sight of you being so carefree and so happy. You stop running once you notice him, Pepper letting out little ‘gruffs’ as she hopped about.

“Come on babe!!” The smile on your face expanded, inviting him over.

He jogs over to you and without notice, you spray him with water. “Hey!” He wiped his face, arching a challenging eyebrow at you. “I see..”

He tries to pry the hose from you, only for Pepper to run in front of him and jump up into his arms. You spray them both again, Pepper seeming to be the only one entertained. He could see the mischief in your eyes so he squints at you.

“Try that again. Bet.” He challenges you, a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do?” You return the tone, your lips curling up into a cat-like smile.

“Do it. Spray me.” He seemed to be confident even though he probably couldn’t do much with a giant dog in his arms.

You took the challenge, snickering after you spray him. You didn’t even notice that he had put pepper down and has now managed to steal the hose from you. He gives a fake evil laugh, the spray nozzle pointed at you.

“Put your hands up!” He changes his stance, smiling wickedly.

You gasp rather dramatically at this, putting your hands up in the air. “Oh no sir! I didn’t do anything, I swear!” You played innocent then put a hand up to your forehead. “Please let me go! I’m just an innocent young lady!”

“Are you now?” He pretends to put the nozzle down but then he sprays you once you’ve let your guard down.

“Hey!!” You looked at him in shock then you started giggling.

“What? You started it first, you know?” He chuckles then he waves you over. “Come on, you were the one who said to bathe Pepper.”

You nod and call Pepper over. “Come on, Pepper! In the tub!” As per command, she hops in. “Good girl!”

“Good girl, Pepper!” Daichi said the same time as you, still chuckling.

“Go ahead and wet her, I’ll grab the shampoo!” You walk over to the lounge chair where he had left the shampoo then you walk back.

You open the tube and start pouring it on your dog, lathering it up with your hands. He sprays her a little more to help with lathering up before he comes over to start washing her too.

About halfway through washing Pepper, an idea came to your mind. You giggle to yourself, peeking at Daichi for a second before scooping up a whole bunch of foam.

He notices you look at him so he squints at you. “What are you up to now?”

“Nothing~” You said nonchalantly before jumping up and blowing the foam bubbles towards him.

He waved it off, making it float around in the air. “Oh, so you want a bubble war, huh?” He takes a handful of bubbles and runs around towards you, blowing it your way.

You ran around, playing ring around the rosie with him. Pepper starts barking and getting excited, shaking all the water and suds out.

“PEPPER!!” You yelled and chased her around.

“Come back!” Daichi grabbed the hose and started spraying Pepper.

Bubbles and foam flew around the air, the atmosphere looked like it was from a movie scene. Time seemed to have slowed and it was like a sweet melody played in the background. Your hair flowed beautifully in the air, yours and his laughter mixed. He chased after you, dropping the hose to wrap you around his arms. The both of you tumbled on to the ground, a big laughing mess. He kept you safely in his arms, laying on your sides.

“I would definitely want to bathe Pepper all the time now!” You wiped your face clear of random suds, laughter slowly dying down.

“Really?” He asked, a bit perplexed.

“Yeah! I mean as long as we bathe her out here!” You beamed up at him.

“I guess that’s what we’re going to be doing from now on!” He returned the smile,

You raised both of your hands up in the air, your face radiated happiness and he loved it. He relished in this exact moment. Bubbles still flew in the air and off to somewhere far away, the grass brushing up against both of your exposed skin. The two of you faced each other, both looking at the other very lovingly.

“My pretty girl.” He tucked your hair behind your ear.

“My handsome man.” You purred at his touch.

His eyes remained on yours, looking deeply into them. You closed the space between you and gave him a chaste kiss, tracing his jaw with your finger. He hummed as you kissed him while you smiled against his lips.

“I still can’t believe it’s already been eight years.” You said softly after pulling away.

“Don’t forget, we’ve been married for half of those years.” He rested his forehead on yours.

You giggled then rubbed his nose with yours. “It’s still surreal to me, being called Mx. Sawamura.”

“It has a nice ring to it though.” He smiled wolfishly.

“It really does..” You traced little shapes on his chest.

“Hey.” He swiped your cheek with the back of his hand and you hummed in response. “I love you.” A soft smile grazed his features.

“Hey.” You tapped his nose again and he scrunched it up. “I love you too.” You giggled lightly, the corners of your eyes closing.

“I love y-“ He gets cut off by Pepper who is now laying in between you two.

You start laughing again, your arms up in the air. Pepper whined, licking Daichi’s face. He petted her head while you rubbed her tummy. Laughs and giggles filled the air again, amusement surrounded by love.

“Ok, ok! Let’s get this good girl washed now, shall we?” He patted her head then got up.

“Let’s!” You took his hand and got up. “Then it’s our turn?” You looked at him bashfully.

“After we dry her but yes, our turn later.” He smiled softly at you.

You finished up bathing your dog and cleaning up. The rest of the day was spent loafing and relaxing in each other’s arms. The warmth spreading around, encasing the place with nothing but love.

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creative-frequency · 4 years

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Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader: Bright Time

Word count: 2321 Pairing: Inquisitor Cal Kestis x Reader Notes: Thank you all for the support and the lovely messages I’ve been receiving concerning this fic. You guys are definitely what has kept me writing since I never would’ve thought anyone else would be interested in this Inquisitor AU. So, thank you ❤️ This is the third part of the series!

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It’s been another tedious week in Fortress Inquisitorius. Each day has been filled with dull tasks, really making you work for what they pay you. In a sense, you’re glad that there is no shortage of work but still time has moved extremely slowly. You’re anxiously waiting for any sign or a message from a certain Inquisitor.

You haven’t heard of or seen Cal ever since the day you fixed the melted control panel of the door to his quarters. Just thinking about the incident makes your blood boil and the Inquisitor will certainly get what he deserves. Somehow, one day. The details are still a little unclear, but you’re determined.

In the tranquility of your own living accommodations, you can finally strip off the dark overalls and faintly ponder the fact that it’s the only outfit Cal has ever seen you in. The uniform isn’t exactly complementing. Though, he didn’t seem to mind on your last encounter.

You sigh and toss the clothes to where you’ll to pick them up again in the morning, which means in eight hours – a luxury, really, in the light of the recent week.

As you slump on the elevated mattress posing as bed, one of your most faithful engineering droids rolls into the room.

“What’s up, MK?” you ask without getting up to look. Your back muscles are crying a symphony at finally relaxing on a soft surface.

The droid makes an uppish beep and you roll your eyes. This one has a handful of a personality.

“If it’s that important, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” you question, full-well knowing the MK droid will be galled by your lack of interested in its business. It lets out a series of drills, which sound a lot like scoffs for a being that has no respiratory channels.

“A message?” You frown lightly and get up to your elbows. A bad feeling creeps into the back of your mind. “Let’s hear it.”

The MK droid boops coolly and plays the recording.

“Hey, uhh, I think there’s a busted light bulb in here? Can you come and fix it today? Thanks.”

You freeze, blinking and staring at the messenger. You only just got away from work and now he wants you to go over to the other side of the base and urgh.

That kriffing stupid Inquisitor.

Ten minutes later you’re dragging your feet, once again wearing the stupid overalls and carrying a small toolbox. Fixing a light bulb shouldn’t be a big deal. You’re as equally vexed about having to get up as you’re anxious about getting to see Cal.

There has been no shortage of subconscious reminders about the last incident in his quarters and the more you try not to think about it, the faster your heart beats. Getting worked up about having to go and do your job doesn’t really help but at least you feel better when you think about all the ways to tell the stupid Inquisitor off. How can he be one of the Empire’s finest if he can’t even fix a kriffing light.

That inconsiderate man-child and his stupid pecs. If he weren’t an Inquisitor, I swear I’d–

It’s so late that the hallways are mostly empty save for the guards that you greet with yawns and earn a few sympathetic nods in return. If Cal isn’t wearing a shirt this time, you’ll give him a good old slap across the cheek, to hell with the consequences.

That perv might actually like it if I hit him. Oh, for kriff’s sake–

By the time you reach the right door, you’re positively fuming.

“How many Inquisitors does it take to switch a light bulb? Oh, I don’t know? None, since they have nerf shit as brains and can’t even– oh, hi. Ahem.” You settle the most perfectly neutral look to your face and hope Cal didn’t catch you muttering to yourself.

He gives you a cursory glance from your head to toes. At least he is wearing a shirt, even though it’s a very snug one.

“Come in,” he says.

Cal’s timid smile and casual tone set your cheeks alight and heart fluttering.

You clear your throat. “…Thanks.”

The sound of the door closing surges you into a mild inner panic but you draw in a breath to hide it and put the toolbox to the floor. Cal stays skulking by the entrance as you look up to find the target, eager to be on your way before he can think of anything reckless like the last time.

“Which one was it?” you ask slowly, craning your neck. All the lights seem fine and staring at them is making you see stars.

“The one in the middle,” Cal says and nods towards the culprit.

The light is as bright as the others and your eyes are starting to water from looking at them. You turn to Cal – his smile is nothing like timid anymore. It’s downright impish.

You should’ve known it was a trap.

“What’s the meaning of this?” You try to hold back the exasperation in your tone but it’s difficult. “Cal?”

The Inquisitor holds the eye contact and shrugs. You’re about to open your mouth to give him an earful when a loud crack makes you jump and you turn just in time to see the bulb explode into millions of tiny pieces. The shards scatter all over the floor as you instinctively hold your arms up to cover your face from the shrapnel, but not a piece even touches you.

The energy that was pouring into keeping the light on, no longer has a proper outlet and the fuse blows with a loud pop. You’re standing in the middle of the now dark room with the idiot Inquisitor.

The emergency lights near the floor cast an eerie red light and you can just barely make out Cal’s silhouette. Your eyes will need a moment to adjust to the darkness.

“Happy now?” is what you eventually set into snapping out at him.

The fuse box is in the hallway, but to get to it you need to find a way past the Inquisitor.

“Did you plan this?” The bravery falters in your tone. You swallow.

“Not really,” Cal says but you don’t believe him. “Hold on. Don’t move.”

Light clatter of glass against the floor echoes all around you and while you don’t see what happens, you assume that Cal just cleaned up the mess he made.

“Right,” you sigh, gather the ripples of your anger, and start walking towards the exit in resolute steps. Cal doesn’t move a muscle as you march past him. You’re almost to the door, already heaving out a relieved breath but come to the realization that you’re no longer moving.

In fact, your feet are taking you backwards. You yelp in surprise and almost get knocked over when the back of your legs hits the sofa in the middle of the room. You take purchase from the furniture to stay on your feet. Your eyes are steadily becoming acclimated to the darkness and you can see Cal’s silhouette coming closer.

Your blood pressure will lead to an early retirement at this rate.

“You need to stop breaking stuff to get me here,” you whine, “I’ll give you my personal comm frequency.”

“That’s not very exciting,” Cal huffs amused. He is standing right in front of you. The scarce light reflects enough from his eyes to hint where you should be facing.

“Well, sorry for not living up to your standards,” you quip frustrated and barely manage to finish the sentence since Cal’s hand comes to rest on your neck. The careful touch makes you quiver and your heart beats a mile a minute.

The breeze from Cal’s shallow breaths hits your skin as he leans forward. You would be lying if you claimed you were not waiting for this. He is smiling when your lips touch and you sink to sit down on the sofa back.

At least the door lock is fixed now.

“I’ve been, mmh, thinking… about you,” you confess even though Cal tries to make sure you can’t waste your mouth on talking. His lips move down to your jaw with a thoughtful hum and start trailing down towards your neck. It’s difficult to stay still with your already precarious balance.

“Glad to know I’m not the only one,” Cal husks.

His hands come down to rest on your waist and before you can reply, your world revolves again with a yelp as your back softly hits the sofa cushions. Cal climbs over and lifts you up to straddle him. Faintly, you register that the sofa is really large and comfy, and this man is done playing around.

Cal’s lips find yours again, more demanding and eager. He starts unzipping your uniform and thrill shoots up your spine. A pleasant haze is starting to settle into your mind and you have to strive to keep your wits about you.

“I don’t suppose you have any more requests when the light is fixed?” you ask as you let Cal do his thing with your work overalls and pull down the part covering your upper body. You’re still wearing a tank top underneath it.

“Mm. I want a kitchen droid,” Cal replies and plants his lips onto your shoulder. Pushing your nose into his hair makes you giddy and you don’t at first realize what he said.

“Huh? A kitchen droid? Why?” you fumble to question.

“The meals in the commissary are horrible,” he simply says and continues peppering your exposed skin with kisses. You can’t argue with that point.

“Mm. I’ll see what I can do.”

You ease yourself better into Cal’s lap, perfectly accidentally grinding yourself against him – to which he responds with a grunt and furrowed brows. It’s music to your ears.

Cal stops and straightens up, hands still somewhere around your middle body, rudely interrupted from hiking your top up. Even in the dark, you can see the warning in his eyes and it sends your pulse flying.

“Look. Do you want me to hold back or not? ‘Cause I can’t if you–”

You grind yourself again against the growing hardness in his pants and cut him mid-sentence.

“Who said anything about holding back?” you purr in a bit too seductive tone.

You hide your devilish smile by taking the turn to kiss the side of Cal’s neck. He groans again and you can feel his body going slightly rigid underneath you. Serves him right to taste his own medicine. Stupid Inquisitor.

“Alright. You asked for it,” Cal coos gently. His grip on your waist tightens and he throws you to your back on the sofa.

“Oh!” you yelp but quickly regain your stance even though your positions have been reversed.

You kick your shoes off and wiggle down the overalls with Cal’s help. Gripping his shirt hem, you yank the piece of clothing up to get it off. If you’re going to do this, you deserve to get a glimpse at how well his training has paid off.

When you reach his pants and open the zipper for access, the fervent undressing slows down and molds into a make out session. This time horizontally, on the sofa, with the Inquisitor on top of you and your legs tangled with his – and hands in each other’s pants. It’s hot and messy and you can’t see a thing, but who needs eyes when his fingers dip inside you and it feels so good that you want to cry out loud. The hums and moans Cal makes against your mouth as you massage him drive you deeper into the moment. With each passing second you fight the regret about still having your underwear and top on.

You’re feeling so dizzy and elated that you’ve completely forgotten who you’re playing with. You’re in the den of an Imperial Inquisitor. The kind of who is not known for his mercy or empathy.

“You should stay for the night,” Cal utters suddenly.

In a motion so quick and nimble that you didn’t think you’d have it in you, you’re up and away from Cal’s arms, heart drumming in your ears and panicking. Every breathe is a drag and your hair must be in upheaval. Your underpants are uncomfortably damp and the room feels chilly when Cal’s body is no longer warming you.

“S-stay? You mean like… I, uh, wouldn’t want to impose… on your…” Your eyes skim the Inquisitor’s almost naked frame in the dark. “Hospitality.”

Cal straightens up but you bounce away from the reach.

“What? You’re not imposing. I’ll make you coffee in the morning,” he says slyly, clearly not understanding what is going through your head.

You almost give in. Your very soul hurts as you shake your head. If he wants you to risk life and limb and stay, he will have to do better than high-end coffee and what presumably would’ve been the beginnings of amazing sex.

You grab your overalls and almost fall onto your nose trying to put them on as swiftly as possibly.

No, this is bad. Worse than what you should get yourself into.

“So, uhh, sorry! I’ll fix the bulb tomorrow!” You snag your shoes, tugging them under your arm and take the toolbox from the floor. With a free hand, you fumble for the button to open the door before Cal can retaliate. What were you even thinking? People who get too involved with the Inquisitors disappear and you wish to keep existing.

“Wha– Hold on!”

“Nope. Bye!” You wave as you tiptoe into the hallway, praying that it’s empty. It’d be fun explaining to a Stormtrooper why you’re barely dressed behind the Inquisitor’s door.

Cal stays sitting on the sofa in the dark, looking after you, pants halfway down and utterly confused. He cannot comprehend what he did wrong.

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Sunny days--Luke&Lily oneshot

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a/n: just some fluff with Luke and his lil flowers

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Luke had been promising you and the girls a day at the beach and while he was in his small studio playing around with his guitar and ukulele, Lily and Posy became restless. You had to constantly remind them that while dada’s door is closed they can’t go inside unless he says so. His soft voice croons beneath the doorway while Lily and Posy are playing silently outside of it.

“Girls, come away from the door,” you remind them sternly.

“But he’s taking forever!” Lily pouts rising from her cross-legged position. Posy mimics her sister, a little more wobbly standing up as she’s still getting the hang of walking after turning one last month.

“I know, sweetheart,” you brush your fingers against her forehead then cup her cheek. “But what does dada do in there?”

“Work,” she responds sullenly.

“He’ll play with you when he’s finished up, okay? Why don’t you go see what Piggy’s doing?”

Lily sighs, small shoulders slumping forward and grabs Posy’s hand. Posy beams up at you, stomping her feet on the floor as her big sister leads her to their playroom. Making sure they’re playing--some musical toys turn on--you open Luke’s studio door quietly and sneak inside.

Luke transitions his singing to a melodic hum as he continues to strum his guitar, he gives you a smile when you enter.

“Hi lovie, are the girls down for a nap? Gonna give me some inspiration?” he smirks, eyes motioning to the couch. Your cheeks warm at the memory of breaking in said couch.

“No, the girls are missing you a little extra,” you give him a look, “you’ve been working all day and they really want to go to the beach.”

Luke stops playing then sets his guitar on the floor holding his hands out for you. You take them and let out a soft squeal as he pulls you onto his lap.

“I’m sorry, I’ve had this tune in my head I’ve been trying to figure out. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the beach,” he promises with a kiss to your shoulder.

“You better--”

You’re caught off by quiet giggling on the other side of the door. You and Luke both turn and see two pairs of little fingers wiggling underneath the door. Lily and Posy are begging to come in, their fingers moving under the crack.

“You girls can come in!” Luke calls with a laugh.

Lily opens the door and your two girls charge the couch and climb up next to you and Luke.

“Are you done, dada?” Lily asks curling into the circle of his arm. Posy is on his other side playing with his yellow shirt.

“Yeah I am, sorry I was working so long my sweet,” he apologizes by kissing the top of her head. “What do you say about us all going to the beach tomorrow?”

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You and Luke were awoken by Lily and Posy climbing on top of you. After some morning cuddles, the four of you meandered down to the kitchen for breakfast. Luke gave you a kiss before lifting both girls in his arms to get them changed while you packed a cooler of snacks and other treats.

Luke and Lily are singing together upstairs and you can’t help but smile at how sweet their voices are together. Posy tries to sing along as well but her sounds are more of an excited scream.

When you’re all packed and head upstairs to get changed, Luke and the girls are in matching yellow outfits, a little yellow clip is in Posy’s hair to keep her curls from her eyes.

“We’re ready mama!” Lily exclaims running to you, her eyes sparkling.

“I see that! I need to go get dressed first. Should I wear something yellow, too?”

“Yes!”

Once you’re all settled and everything is in the car, Luke turns on The Greatest Showman playlist, it’s currently Lily’s favorite movie. She’s singing along to ‘A Million Dreams’ with Posy who is kicking her legs in her seat. Luke grabs your hand smiling at you while your two girls continue to sing.

You lay out a large blanket in the sand with an umbrella that Luke needs to wiggle into the sand. You brought books and toys for Lily and Posy to stay occupied.

“Go!” Posy points to the ocean waves.

“We’ll go in soon, honey,” you tell her and pull out the sunscreen.

Luke applies it to Lily while you apply it to Posy, making sure to get her cheeks and tops of her ears. You place her hat on top of her head then give her a set of toy keys to play with while you remove your shorts and tank top. Luke lets out a low whistle and you roll your eyes at him, but the butterflies in your tummy don’t go ignored. You both help each other rub the lotion onto your skin. Luke makes sure to kiss your neck.

“Ready girls?” Luke asks and Posy lifts her arms up to him. He lifts her easily into his arms and Lily grabs hold of your hand.

It’s an unspoken agreement to not wade too far in the water, Luke sits on the edge of the sand and has Posy stand in between his legs. Lily is splashing with you and Posy watches with an intensity in her eyes.

“Go!” she points to you and Lily trying to walk away from Luke.

“No, no, bug, you stay here with daddy,” Luke places his hand on her chest and belly keeping her from going further into the water.

“We can go a little deeper, Pose is adventurous,” you smile at your baby girl who still has a look of determination on her little face.

“Yeah! Come on dada!” Lily waves her hand then moves a little deeper. Posy struggles some more wanting to join her sister and mama in the water.

Luke sighs in defeat, in a houseful of women he will always be outnumbered. He stands up with Posy in his arms again and goes deeper with you and Lily who is holding onto your hand tightly. She’s starting to become a bit more brave herself, but she’s still your shy girl and that won’t ever change.

Posy kicks her feet in the water that stops a little below Luke’s waist, she stretches forward and Luke braces her so she can splash her hands in the water. She squeals in happiness at the coolness of it.

“We’ve got a little fish, babe,” Luke chuckles, Posy’s arms and legs flailing. The water splashes on his face but he’s adamant on keeping his baby safe in his hold.

After ten more minutes of being in the water, you all head back to the blanket for a snack and to sit in the shade. It wasn’t too hot out but you don’t want your girls to get sunburnt. The rest of the morning and early afternoon is spent lounging on the blanket with Luke and Posy venturing to the water multiple times. He holds her hands as she stomps in the sand, he lifts her up occasionally to jump over the waves and she’s having a great time.

Meanwhile, you and Lily are reading books, well, she’s pretending to read the stories to you. She’s creating them in her head but moves her fingers over the words on the pages. It’s a wonderful day at the beach until the wind picks up a little and you smell rain. Luke helps you pack up and you finish unpacking at home just as the rain starts.

“Fro’! Fro’!” Posy shouts from Luke’s arms after he changed the girls from their beach clothes into their comfy clothes. Lily had bunny in her hands while Posy had her little elephant.

“You want to watch Frozen, love bug?” Luke asks, already turning on Disney+ to select the movie.

You join them on the couch and just as Hans and Anna finish singing ‘Love is an Open Door’ both Lily and Posy are fast asleep curled up under their blankets. Your eyes start to drift shut when Luke’s fingers start to play in your hair. Luke sneaks a photo of all his girls, even Petunia shows up off to the corner and he’s never been happier. The song that’s been jumbled in his head finally makes sense.

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a step on the right path | c.y.j

Choi Yeonjun

❦ description: you tag along with your boyfriend yeonjun on a hike, which happens to be a little bit more of a struggle than you originally thought.

❦ genre: fluff

❦ word count: 2,185

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The birds had finally started to chirp outside the nearest window, where the bright light was currently shining through. The light highlighted your lazy form, phone in hand, on the couch. You woke up slightly earlier than usual today, meaning your boyfriend was still asleep in the bedroom. This had led you to where you are now, scrolling through Instagram in envy of all of your friends who were traveling. This wouldn’t have been a problem if those same friends hadn’t convinced you that your life was boring. Sure you spent most of your free time at your house, but that was only when you weren’t at work, out with friends, or with Yeonjun. However, you let them get in your head and decided you wanted to prove to them that you could be active.

You could hear the alarm that was currently going off inside your room, signifying that it was now 7 in the morning and time for your boyfriend to get up. The shuffling of the bedsheets could be heard, which shocked you as Yeonjun typically slept for at least five more minutes. You concluded that he got up earlier today just to go on his weekly hike, which sparked a brilliant idea.

“Yeonjun!” You scrambled off the couch as you stumbled your way towards Yeonjun with a big bright smile. Yeonjun looked towards the door frame, where you stood wearing your famous ‘I have an idea’ face. “Well good morning sunshine.” You seemed extra giddy today, which warmed Yeonjun’s heart. The sight of you in the morning always managed to give his day a nice start.

“Okay I know this may seem out of the blue, but I have a great idea that may or may not-” You rambled on growing less confident before Yeonjun cut you off, “What is it baby?” His words stopped you in your tracks and you decided that it’s too late to back out now. Yeonjun continued to get ready as he looked at you, waiting for what you needed to say. “Well I thought that you know... since I’m already up... I could go hiking with you this time.” Your weight had shifted between your two feet as you stretched your fingers. You knew that his answer would likely be yes, but you also knew that you were never one to perform any type of exercise.

With your head hung low, you could hear his feet that made their way towards you. Yeonjun thought you were cute like this, but he could tell that you were embarrassed by the way you subconsciously shrunk, probably trying to make yourself invisible. In attempt to reassure you, he gently took both of your hands in one of his, as the other reached your chin. After Yeonjun slowly raised your head, you were met with a warm comforting smile, sending butterflies to your stomach. While looking at him like this you could see right through his chocolatey eyes. The man infront of you truly loves you with all his heart, you knew that not just from his actions and words, but his eyes. You couldn’t deny the overwhelming yet beautiful feelings you had towards him, you were head over heels in love with him too.

“Of course baby. How about hiking four miles?” Yeonjun had usually hiked at least eight miles two times a week, so you figured four miles would be easy. Your mistake was that you failed to remember that Yeonjun makes everything sound and look easier than it actually is. His yes was enough for you to hurry to your closet and change into a more appropriate outfit.

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When you first got to the hiking trail, you were filled with excitement and confidence. It was kind of like that feeling you get on New Years, thinking that you are actually going to change something. The giant green trees around the trail seemed really calming, giving you a sense of peace. The nature surrounding the two of you gave you a break from the many buildings that surround you everyday. You could tell why Yeonjun preferred hiking over a walk in the city. Before actually starting the hike, you made sure to get a few pictures to prove to your friends that you were indeed doing something on your break. As you posed by a tree with your hand in a peace sign, you noticed Yeonjun’s tiny gasp. Just when you were about to head over to him in confusion he told you not to move. “Y/N don’t freak out... there’s a snake right beside you.” Although the way he said it seemed calm and collected, you could hear the panic in his voice. Hearing your name and snake in the same sentence did not sit well with you. With your face visibly paling as your heart seemed to beat quicker, you froze. “Where?” You asked in a panicked state as you looked around the ground.

Checking the ground for any stick looking figure, you didn’t see any sign of impending doom. In a hurry to get away from the danger zone, you basically leapt towards Yeonjun, only to be met with laughter. When you looked at Yeonjun, confusion was written all over your face, while his face showed mischievousness. The smirk plastered on his lips had you slowly put two and two together. “You should’ve seen your face!” The prankster’s laughter proving that he enjoyed your reaction, came to an abrupt stop as he took one glance at the look on your face. With arms crossed your eyes were burning in fury, giving Yeonjun the hint that he fucked up. At this moment, all you wanted to do was punish the person who made you fear for your life.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Yeonjun managed to screech out as you jumped onto his back. Trying to remember all of the self defense videos you’ve watched, you put him in a choke hold. Yeonjun, now fearing for his life, was spinning repeatedly in attempt to throw you off. It didn’t take long for Yeonjun to pry your arms off, causing you to fall to the ground. Sensing freedom, Yeonjun made a run for it, sprinting down the trail. “Forgive me!” His plea was heard through the endless laughter, which turned out to be contagious. Running after him you were laughing at his fast figure, “Get back here Choi Yeonjun!”

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Having to run after Yeonjun turned out to be a major set back, as you were now only a mile and a half in and completely exhausted. Your heavy breathing was hard to hide and you felt like a heater with the amount of heat radiating off of you. Luckily, Yeonjun seeming to sense your exhaustion, starts to slow his pace. This gave you a chance to at least try and catch your breath.

“Why don’t we take a little break? I’m in need of a drink.” Those exact words lifted the weight of your body up, being grateful to finally take a break. Unlike you, Yeonjun hiked often and showed no signs of struggling, so you knew that he was stopping just for you. None the less you were not about to take this moment for granted, and let your wobbly legs rest as the cold water eased your dry throat.

You happened to glance at Yeonjun while gulping down your water. His grey sweat-stained tank and blond hair that stuck to his wet forehead only made you stare in awe. With any other human being you would easily be disgusted at the wet substance, but on Yeonjun it just seemed to sparkle. I must of done something ground breaking in my past life to deserve someone like him, you thought.

Noticing your staring, Yeonjun takes a look at your tired and sweaty figure. He found this sight of you adorable, pushing back his dirty thoughts that he could deal with later. “I think you need a shower.” He teased with a smirk on his face. It took less than a second for him to flip his water bottle towards you and pull another prank. The water squirted at you was cold and unavoidable, so you decided to join him in the fun. “Oh it’s so on!” You began to squirt him nonstop until he was soaked, of course getting soaked by Yeonjun in the process. You would never forget his reaction to the water hitting his beautiful face.

It was only until both of your bottles were empty that the two of you decided not to waste anymore water. After pouring the last of the water in the bottles, Yeonjun’s hands found their way to your hips, resting there. The sudden contact sent a spark throughout your body. When your gaze lifted from his gentle hands to his eyes, you noticed the way his brown eyes shimmered in the sunlight. As you observed his eyes, that were focused on your lips, you had to bite back your smile.

Biting your lip in anticipation for a kiss, you realized he had other plans once his gentle hands started poking at your sides. Your body seemed to be screaming at you to get away as you squirmed around. It had only been a few seconds and you were already falling to the floor yelling out, “Yeonjun! Baby! Stop before I pee my pants!” You had to slap at his hands for him to finally get the hint that you were indeed about to piss yourself. He stopped right in time with his hands raised in the air. “It’s not my fault you let your guard down! I saw my chance, so I took it.” He shrugged wearing his signature smile. “Oh... well if that’s the case then yeah go ahead and tickle me.” Sarcasm was laced in your voice as you rolled your eyes, but none the less decided to get back on track.

“Come on you goober, let’s finish up.” You lightly punched Yeonjun on the shoulder and started walking once more with newly found energy. “Uh... wrong way baby.” Quickly turning around, you pretend nothing happened, still walking with newly found energy. “Only a few more miles to go.” You could hear Yeonjun snort, “Unless you want to go down that trail you almost went on. Then we’d add 5 more miles.” You decided to ignore his teasing, smiling as you continued to walk down the correct path.

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Seeing the half a mile sign made your stomach drop. You’d think that it would motivate you, but having learned how long that 1/2 could take, it managed to do the opposite. You swore your soul was long gone after this four mile hike. If it wasn’t for Yeonjun, who turned out to be your literal savior, you probably would’ve dropped dead by now. You didn’t have long left, but you couldn’t stop stumbling. Yeonjun, having seen this, offered his back, which you gladly took. You still managed to feel bad because you were the one who suggested hiking together in the first place. However, Yeonjun took some of your guilt away by saying things like, you’re not heavy and I love having my baby rely on me.

Your head was rested against Yeonjun’s shoulder as he continued to try and convince you to sleep. The idea of falling asleep was tempting, but you could at least stay awake for your hardworking boyfriend. In order to stay awake, you had to focus on the many things surrounding you, which is when you happened to see the gravel that signified the end. Seeing the parking lot was like seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, it filled you with hope. The joy that was previously gone, returned to your eyes. You tapped Yeonjun in excitement, ready for him to let you down. “You can let me down now.” Yeonjun, laughing at your sudden energy, complied and set you down.

As soon as your feet hit the ground, you took your first step to bolt to the car. However, before you could build up speed, Yeonjun softly grabbed your wrist to stop you. Quickly spinning you around, he surprised you with the feeling of his soft plump lips against yours. The sudden feeling sent your heart flying. His lips lingered there for five seconds before he pulled away and rested his head against yours. “You did amazing today Y/N, and I enjoyed hiking with you.” His words made your heart flutter. You were scared that he would be disappointed with how exhausted you managed to get, but his kind words filled you with relief.

“Thank you for letting me tag along,” you smiled taking his hands in yours, “I love you.” Pecking his lips, you were confident that he makes you the happiest you could ever be. Before giving him a chance to comprehend what you were doing, you ran to the car. “Last one to the car is a rotten egg!” You yelled, making sure Yeonjun wasn’t about to catch up. Laughter filled the forest air as Yeonjun complained about you getting a head start. “You cheater!”

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Cruel Summer, Part 6

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AN: Today was ~dramatic~ -- I woke up to learn that someone was posting this fic on AO3 and passing it off as their own. It was a BUMMER, to say the least, and it really threw me off. I haven’t posted fic in a decade, and I was really using this as a fun way to remember how much I loved writing (since doing it professionally can seriously zap the fun out of it). And hearing that someone stole my work made me incredibly upset and feel generally violated. I know it’s just fic, but... I work hard to write it and don’t think it’s too much to ask to receive the credit for it? I hope this chapter doesn’t reflect that because I was really excited for this one! Anyway. TL;DR, I ended up creating an AO3 page, so no one can post FOR me moving forward. I’ve updated my Masterlist page accordingly. And please don’t plagiarize, guys, it’s not cool. Okay. Enough of that negativity. Let’s get back to the important things. Like Rowan.

Rain pelts against Rowan’s window, casting a dark, ominous hue over his bedroom. His first real day off from work, and it’s storming outside, naturally. He’d planned to take it easy and go to the beach, maybe go for a long run. But it looks like that’s not happening now. He knows he’s being punished. This is the universe’s way of intervening and letting him know how shitty he is. Rowan can’t shake the image of Aelin’s hurt face. It is seared into his brain. And there’s only one way to get it out.

Rowan lounges back into his pillows and opens his laptop before typing in Aelin Ashryver into his internet browser. Her Facebook profile pops up immediately, but it’s set to Friends Only, and Rowan definitely isn’t brave enough to add her as a friend. Her Instagram appears next, and Rowan nearly jumps for joy that it’s a public profile.

The first picture is of the back of her head, her blonde hair piled high on top of her head in a messy bun, with tendrils curling around the nape of her neck, overlooking her balcony and the view of the ocean beyond. She’s back, bitches the caption reads, and Rowan can’t help but chuckle. Next is Aelin with her entire family at the head of Ashryver Playland in a picturesque pose with the caption Favorite place with my favorite people (minus @dorhav118 who gets in TOMORROW!!!!). The corners of Rowan’s lips curl downward as his curiosity gets the better of him, and he clicks on Dorian’s profile.

Rowan rolls his eyes at Dorian’s bio: “Hot as a pistol, but cool inside.”

His heart tugs at seeing the first picture. It’s from the pool party the other day, when Aelin was still in her white dress. She’s laughing at something Dorian said, her eyes closed tightly, glass of champagne in her hand, while Dorian smizes into the camera. Reunited and it feels so good <3

“Who kicked your puppy?” Manon asks from the doorway, and Rowan slams his laptop shut.

“No one.”

A wicked grin appears on her face as she stalks into Rowan’s room and slides onto the bed next to him. “I have a pretty good idea.”

Rowan sighs as Manon reaches over and opens the laptop back up, her long nails clacking against the keyboard. “Just as I thought.” She looks Rowan over, from the bags under his eyes to his hair, messy from constantly running his hands through it. “We’re going out.”

Rowan looks out the window at the torrential downpour and gray skies. “Out? In that? Where?”

“I don’t know,” Manon admits, “But I’m not letting you mope and stalk Aelin all day. It’s pathetic, and below you, to be frank. There’s got to be something we can do in this godforsaken town when it rains.”

It turns out there’s not that many options for what to do when it rains in the small beach town. Mostly everything is outdoors or beach oriented. But Manon decides that the aquarium is a good indoor activity, and it happens to be next to a brewery – for when they get bored. The pair Uber there, not wanting to deal with the hassle of worrying about sobering up. If Rowan’s not allowed to mope and be pathetic at home, he’s going to do today right. And do it drunk.

Despite it being one of the few indoor activities available, the aquarium is fairly deserted when Manon and Rowan arrive. It’s dark and damp and cool and strangely soothing, and Rowan lets Manon lead the way. She heads immediately for the reptile room, thrilled to see the alligators and lizards and snakes. Somehow Rowan isn’t surprised by this development.

They branch off into a small Amazon Rainforest room, filled with frogs and fish and even more snakes on low hanging branches, and Rowan nearly jumps out of skin when a large bird caws in his direction.

“I fucking hate birds,” he grumbles as Manon cackles in delight. “Can’t we see… cuter animals? Like, turtles and seals or some shit?”

Manon rolls her eyes and leads him straight to the shark tank. It’s open, so they can lean over it and look at the giant creatures. Rowan grits his teeth, only slightly terrified at the image of the fin cutting through the surface of the water.

“You know what you’re feeling is totally false,” Manon comments casually.

“Huh?” Rowan says, trying to maintain his calm façade.

“Sharks aren’t predators of humans. That’s the Jaws effect in action. It completely changed our perception of sharks and actually sparked a hunting frenzy that has put sharks in danger, even though they were just an important part of the ecosystem. Fuck you, Spielberg.”

Manon purses her darkly painted lips and twirls her white blonde hair, leaning over the tank further. Rowan shakes his head at his roommate, who looks like she wants to reach into the water and pet the fucking things. He’s never seen her so affected before.

“Why are you like this?” he asks, and she laughs.

“You’re not thinking about her anymore, though, are you?”

Rowan flicks her off. “I wasn’t.”

“A few more rooms will get you right back to that terrified place and not thinking about her at all. Don’t you worry.” She winks and leads him into an incredibly dark room, which is only lit up with glowing jellyfish. Manon is right, and within a few minutes, Rowan is feeling calm again. He lets the dark and schools of weird underwater creatures soothe him, and after they finish at the aquarium, Rowan is grateful he let Manon drag him out of the house.

“Beer?” she asks, and Rowan nods readily.

“I think I earned it.”

“Shut up, you fucking loved it. Think we should get a fish tank?” she asks, and Rowan shakes his head immediately. Manon is strange enough without tending to creatures from the deep in their apartment.

They brave the rain, realizing they both forgot umbrellas, and make a mad dash down the street. Rain soaks Rowan’s shirt, but he feels light. They duck into the brewery, and Rowan shakes out his hair, spraying water all over Manon, like a wet dog. He’s never seen her look so horrified.

“You’re lucky I set my makeup, so it’s immoveable every day,” she says with narrowed eyes. “First round’s on you, asshole.”

Rowan orders them two beers fairly quickly, despite the brewery being packed with patrons (he guesses this is where everyone goes when it rains). But when he turns around to hand Manon her drink, he’s surprised to see her mid-conversation with the very last person he wants to see.

“Rowan!” Dorian calls him over with a wide smile, and Rowan grimaces as he joins them. “I was just introducing myself to your stunning roommate,” Dorian says, and Manon rolls her eyes. But Rowan knows she’s beaming internally with the praise. Manon knows she’s beautiful and doesn’t let anyone forget it, despite her lack of interest in men.

“Uh, hey, Dorian, right?” Rowan says, pretending like he wasn’t just browsing the man’s Instagram profile merely hours ago.

Dorian laughs heartily. “Rowan, come on. We’re friends. Any friend of Aelin’s is a friend of mine.” He grins again, and Rowan can’t help but stare at his incredibly white teeth. He wonders if he whitens them. He must, because no one’s teeth are that naturally white. Or straight.

“Come sit with us!” Dorian points to their table where Aelin sits with the same two people from last night.

“Sure!” Manon says, the same time Rowan says “NO!” emphatically.

“Come on,” Dorian pleads. “We have a big table, and the place is packed. You’ll be lucky to find standing room otherwise. Please, Aelin would be horrified if I let you leave without saying hi.”

Rowan’s stomach churns, but he feels trapped. He can’t say no. “Lead the way,” he says, and Dorian smiles another blinding smile.

“Great.”

He leads them to their table, and to say that Aelin looks shocked to see Rowan approach would be an understatement.

“Look who I found!” Dorian exclaims, gesturing to Rowan and Manon, who stand next to the table awkwardly. “Chaol, Nesryn – these are two of Aelin’s friends, Rowan and Manon.”

The brunette dude, Chaol, gives Rowan a tight smile and short head nod, but the woman, Nesryn, stands and shakes both their hands politely.

Rowan and Manon slide into the two empty seats, and of course Rowan is directly across from Aelin. She looks at him curiously as he takes a large sip of his beer.

“So, how do you know Aelin?” Chaol asks, breaking the awkward silence.

“Rowan works at the park,” Dorian explains. “And Chaol is Aelin’s ex-boyfriend and my other best friend,” Dorian chuckles.

“It’s not as awkward as it sounds,” Chaol says with a laugh.

Aelin squints her eyes and looks at Chaol. “Mmm… it kind of is.”

Manon snorts. “You’re a handful, aren’t you?” she says, leaning toward Aelin, and Aelin flips her golden hair over her shoulder and shrugs.

“Two handfuls, thank you very much,” she says and feels herself up, showing how her chest spills over her hand, too much for one to grasp fully.

“Aelin!” Chaol chides, and Rowan can feel heat creep up the back of his neck as he stares at Aelin’s ample cleavage as she lifts it up.

Dorian cackles, his laugh piercing through the room as he tips his head back. He reminds Rowan of Manon when he does it, so amused with others’ discomfort.

Rowan glances back at Aelin’s chest, and when he looks up, she’s staring back at him, one brow raised in question. He immediately finishes the rest of his beer, downing it in one gulp.

“I need more beer. Anyone else?” Rowan asks, and to his surprise, Chaol stands and offers to come with him.

The pair stand side by side at the bar, waiting for their drinks, and Rowan is unsure of what to say to his current crush’s former paramour.

“So…” Chaol begins, and Rowan cocks an eyebrow at him as he leans against the bar. “You were at The Mason Jar last night,” Chaol says, naming the dive bar where he’d met up with the guys the night prior. “Aelin booked it to the bar when she saw you,” Chaol continues. “You guys, like, a thing?” he asks, curiosity seeping through his anything but innocent question.

“What?” Rowan says, bowled over. “No. Uh. Not at all.” Rowan is more than flustered. “I thought she and Dorian were…”

And at that Chaol tips his head back and guffaws. A deep, full-body belly laugh, erupts from his mouth. “Dorian?” he gapes, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. “And Aelin?” He shakes his head. “No. No no no. Never.” Chaol pauses. “They kissed once when they were thirteen, but other than that. No. Dorian is her person. Which is why it could never work between us, even though we tried for five fucking years,” he sighs and scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. “But, no. They’re definitely not.” Chaol looks at Rowan, and Rowan feels like he’s seeing through him completely. Chaol smiles softly. “You really thought? Hmmm.”

Rowan is stunned. Seriously stunned. He has no idea how to react. Or how to process this new information. Dorian and Aelin are not dating? They’re just… friends? So, Aelin is available? And has been flirting with Rowan for the past week, and Rowan just shot her down? Rowan rubs his forehead with his hand, which he thinks is the only thing stopping him from banging his head against the bar in shame. Rowan is an idiot.

An idiot who needs to apologize to Aelin. Immediately.

“This was, uh… enlightening,” Rowan says as he accepts his drink from the bartender, and Chaol can’t help but laugh again.

“Did you do something stupid?” he asks cheekily.

“So stupid,” Rowan says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, she was kind of in a mood after she came back from talking to you,” Chaol says, and Rowan groans. Chaol holds up his hands in surrender. “Just trying to help!”

Rowan turns to him fully and examines the brunette with his concerned brown eyes and has to ask, “Not to be rude, but why?”

“Because Aelin deserves to be happy,” he says resolutely. “And I kept her from being happy for a really long time because I’m a selfish bastard,”Chaol admits way too freely. “But, how could I not?”

“You still love her,” Rowan says, and Chaol shrugs.

“I think once you love Aelin you always love her. For better or worse.”

Rowan motions to the table. “I’m gonna…”

Chaol smirks. “Yeah, get to it.”

But back at the table, Aelin and Dorian are nowhere to be found. Manon sighs, obvious to Rowan’s distress.

“She went to sign up for karaoke.”

“Oh no…” Rowan groans.

“Oh, yes,” Aelin says, bounding back to the table, exuberant.

“Don’t worry. I signed you up, too, Rowan,” Dorian says with a grin.

Aelin frowns, her eyes filled with apology. “I told him not to.”

Dorian rolls his eyes. “And I told her that if Rowan wants to hang with us this summer, he’s gotta get initiated.”

“It’s fine,” Rowan says, smiling in what he hopes is a nice and not creepy way to Aelin. She looks momentarily confused, but she doesn’t have time to think about it because she’s called up to do her song with Dorian almost immediately.

The pair sing “Shallow” flawlessly. And now that Rowan knows they aren’t dating, he can see their friendship all too clearly. Aelin and Dorian love each other fiercely; their passion rages through everything they do, but it lacks a spark. It’s platonic, Rowan finally realizes. He’s been such a fucking fool.

Rowan’s name gets called next, and his stomach is is knots, wondering what song they’ve chosen for him. When he gets to the front, though, he nearly laughs. They’ve chosen a song he could sing with his eyes completely closed.

Shorty get down, good lord… baby’s got ‘em up all over town…

Strictly biz she don’t play around, cover much ground, got game by the pound

Getting paid is her forte

Each and every day, true player way

I can’t get her out of my mind

Think about the girl all the time…

He knows the song is comeuppance for calling Aelin friendly last night, but he crushes it nonetheless, singing his heart out, performing for the masses. When Rowan finishes, the crowds go wild, applauding like crazy.

He sees Aelin bolt from the table before he can get back off the stage, and decides to follow her. She heads down the long hall back to the bathrooms, and his long stride helps him catch up quickly.

“Aelin!” he shouts, and he’s grateful that she pauses, but her arms are crossed over her chest, a clear defensive stance that tells him to keep his distance.

“What?” she snips, obviously pissed. They haven’t actually interacted with each other since last night, and Rowan knows she has every right to be angry with him. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me? What are you even doing here, Rowan?”

“I’m an idiot,” he blurts out, and he can see Aelin’s face morph from pissed to amused. She bites her lip to hold back her smile.

“I mean, I know that, but why do you think that?” she says, her blue gold eyes glowing with challenge. He takes a step closer to her, and she backs up until she can’t back up anymore, pressed against the side of the hall. He pauses his approach, not wanting to make her feel cornered. If she wants space between them, he’ll let her have space.

“I was so out of line last night,” Rowan apologizes. “You were right. You were just trying to be friendly. I was being a dick. I thought…” Rowan pauses. He doesn’t want to be this tongue tied, but she flusters him, and he can’t get anything out how he wants to. “It’s not harassment when I want to be touched. By you.”

Aelin’s eyes narrow. She looks suspicious as she examines him.

“I knew I was good at karaoke, but damn, I didn’t anticipate this kind of turnaround…” Aelin smirks and takes a breath, and Rowan risks taking another step forward. She holds up a hand and presses it against Rowan’s chest. He didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to her. Warmth from her palm seeps through his shirt, and he breathes heavily. She looks up into his eyes with curiosity.

“Seriously, what changed your mind?” she asks.

“If I say Chaol’s name right now it’s just going to make things weird,” Rowan says, dipping his head slightly, and he can’t help but notice her tilt her head up to him. He zeroes in on her lips, leaning down to get even closer.

“You’re right,” she says with a soft laugh. “You were still a jerk.” Her eyes flick to his lips, and Rowan darts his tongue out to wet them.

“I know,” he breathes softly. “And I mentioned I was an idiot, right?”

Aelin nods and leans in to close the gap between them, the charge, the magnetism between them now palpable, strumming through Rowan’s body, pulling him downward.

“Hey guysss,” Dorian drawls as he walks past them quickly, and Rowan straightens up suddenly. Aelin darts under his arm, freeing herself from being backed into the wall. He sees her take a large breath. “I was wondering where you’d gone.” Dorian looks between them, and then grabs his stomach. “I have to pee so bad. Don’t mind me!” He continues down the hall. “As you were!”

Rowan goes to finish his apology, but the moment is gone, and so is Aelin. He needs a moment to compose himself, and when he makes it back to the table, she’s already deep in conversation with Manon and Chaol and Nesryn about the latest karaoke performance. Apparently in his absence someone murdered “Bohemian Rhapsody” and not in a good way. But Aelin acknowledges Rowan’s presence with a flash of a smile, despite not breaking her conversation.

Manon side eyes Rowan suspiciously, and Rowan brushes her off. He’s not ready to talk about whatever just did or did not happen in that hallway.

Their chatter is aimless but pleasant as afternoon bleeds into evening, and eventually they all decide to disperse and head home. Rowan never gets a chance to speak to Aelin alone again, but when he and Manon are in their Uber heading home, his phone flashes with a Friend Request from Aelin Ashryver.

“Hmm,” Manon hums pointedly as Rowan bites back a smile. He spends the rest of the night in bed, scrolling through Aelin’s social media. As he’d originally planned to do with his day. Only now, he doesn’t feel as mopey or pathetic. He lets the rain, still relentless, lull him to sleep.

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The Deep Dark (Gang Orca x Gender Neutral Reader)

A/N: I love and would die for Gang Orca in his save the whales shirt thank you. Also cross-posted on AO3!

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Kuugo sighed at the wall of the glass tank, watching the fish, they eyed his intimidating form each time they got close before scattering off back around to the reef. They seemed to forget he was there each time and quickly shoaled back around before escaping again in a flicker of silver. He was too wrapped up in his own head. He’d been invited to this aquarium to do an introduction piece for the patrons, yet all he got was wide eyed looks and terrified children bawling as he took to the stage, dressed in his suit jacket with a ‘save the whales’ t-shirt underneath. He thought the shirt was cute. The stylist even assured him it made him look much softer! Evidently the children did not agree. They agreed even less so when he creaked the wood of the stage and smiled, sharp teeth exposed and cape flapping as he opened his clawed hands in a pose.

“Mama! He’s going to eat me!” One boy cried into his mother’s legs, hiding his head behind her thigh as Gang Orca rumbled about the growing whale populations in the oceans.

“Papa!” A girl sobbed into her dad’s shoulder, and even the father himself didn’t look far from running himself as Kuugo gestured a clawed, black hand to the ribbon. He was quick to bow and snip the ribbon open before sighing in a cascade of clicks and growls, moving inside the building and out of sight of the crying children.

“Mama I don’t want to go inside with the monster!” Another boy screeched. Gang Orca simply sighed inside the door, wetting his hands and rubbing the palms over the curve of his head, rehydrating the thick skin with a grumble, ducking inside the back rooms to get rid of his work costume.

If he couldn’t make the kids happy, then at least he could enjoy the cool temperatures and the sights of the aquarium. Maybe he should abandon hope of ever being the sight of a hero instead of a monster? Kuugo grumbled as he looked at his charity shirt, dressed down in expensive jeans and some expensive trainers. He didn’t exactly look like the rest of the people packed in here for a day out with their children or partners, but he didn’t mind getting a few looks. Red eyes stared back at him as he fastened his watch and reached back to push at his strong dorsal fin. The killer whale male reached for his bottle of water and rubbed his wet, clawed hand over his head, grumbling softly before pushing two bottles into his back pockets. If it got a little warm, he would no doubt need them while in the crowds.

Now he was stood staring at the shoals inside the deepest tank. Little reef sharks swam past, eyes rolling and eyelids fluttering at him as he glared with red eyes into the tank. He looked just as intimidating without the cape and white suit, and Kuugo reached to pluck at the tight t-shirt over his chest. There was no doubting his profession really. Well, maybe his scary persona would mean children thought he was a villain, but his physique gave him away in all honesty. Still, as he looked around, he realised the quivering hero fans were simply too scared to come and talk to him. Good, he thought, as he gazed at the deeper little stone reefs, the tropical fish swarming around something that had appeared within one of the coral pieces. He didn’t much feel like talking after his humiliation on stage. Kids were a poor audience for him it seemed. Maybe a room full of adults would have fared better against his intimidating disposition? He could only wonder as he gazed at a baby shark. It was small, not very old, and captured the attention of the children a little further down the corridor.

“Ah, excuse me, sir? Can I squeeze in next to you? They said the baby shark was coming past.” A soft voice broke him from his grumpy ramblings in his own head.

You had no idea that a pro-hero was in attendance of this new aquarium opening day until Gang Orca had climbed on the stage. He was just as intimidating as the polls said, but you watched him shuffle a speech on the stand and shift from foot to foot in his charity t-shirt, grumbling excitedly about the projects underway to protect the ocean life around Japan. He seemed a lot less threatening then, in his whale shirt with a love heart, and an embarrassed blush on his face as the kids cried. It was heart breaking, but he seemed to get it together quickly and professionally. The ribbon was cut and he disappeared before you could ask him about anything, but you figured it was probably to hide from the multitude of crying children in the audience and their unnerved parents. It was a little but rude, but people would be people after all.

The pro-hero jumped at the brush of your hand against his back, red eyes blinking before he tilted his head to peer down at you. He wasn’t hugely tall, not in the way All Might was, but standing at six foot six inches, he had plenty of height over most normal humans, quirks or no quirks, “Of course.” He replied, stepping back and to the side to let you slip in front of him as the baby shark came past, mouth open, baby fangs glinting as it watched the people press up against the glass. It was an inquisitive little monster. Gang Orca watched with a quirk in his snout, smiling with teeth that made the children walking past clutch their mothers’ hands.

“Oh, he’s so cute!” You pressed a hand to the glass, turning your head to watch the shark whizz around the next viewing window with a bright smile, “Thank you for letting me see, sir.”

Kuugo nodded his head, “Its not a problem…And the sir isn’t necessary.” He reached for his tie, only to remember it wasn’t there, and instead searched for something to do with his claws.

“I…” You took a breath and turned, notebook in hand, “I really liked your speech about the ocean projects going on, even if the kids didn’t.”

The killer whale felt his face go hot underneath his thick skin, the blood colouring his cheeks with a blush you didn’t think was possible, “Thank you. I only wish the kids had liked it too.” He huffed, blow hole snorting air as he tucked his clawed hands into his pockets.

“I’m serious. It was really good!” You smiled at the intimidating male and pointed into the tank, “Would you like someone to walk around with, Sir?”

Kuugo eyed you with his piercing gaze, bright red eyes ringed in black, “I told you, Sir isn’t necessary...Kuugo is fine or Sakamata.” He grumbled before turning on his heels, mouth open in a small smile, “Come then, there is a display of the realistic size of the blue whale. It is impressive.”

“I had no idea! It must be a pretty big place. I might end up being here all day after all!” You laughed and the hero nodded his head, ducking past some more children as quickly as he could.

“Yes. Come then, I will show you the exhibits the charity donated towards.” Kuugo lead you through a set of double doors before ducking through himself, dorsal fin catching on the top as he moved through.

The blue whale replica was huge. It was suspended from the ceiling, hanging immovable, great eyes peering at the tanks on the walls. You gazed upwards in awe of the model before Kuugo laughed, taking you over to a tank full of coral. Seahorses bobbed in the water calmly, wiggling between plants and kelp with careful precision.

“These were taken from a few places among the kelps near to Australia. Fishermen often scoop them out for kids aquariums. Hateful practice.” Gang Orca pushed a claw to the tank and the sea horses bobbed closer before swimming back to their food.

“I had no idea they did things like that.” You observed as he pointed to the name plates.

“They were all in a bucket on a little boat. The charity took them and rehomed them here. Many were injured with pieces of wire stuck around them.” He smiled at them, glad the little seahorses were back to full health and eating. They had been extremely ill the last time the charity workers had shown him around their working labs and rehabilitation centre. Kuugo was comforted by their recovery, as small as it may seem.

“What about those?” You took his clawed hand in your own, unfazed, tugging the pro-hero along to the next large tank. It was full of thriving corals and little feeding fish. The balance was there to feed the fish and help the coral grow better by keeping them pest free.

“Much the same. A little fishing boat was caught stealing the fish and corals. They are here to live out their days in safety.” He answered coolly as you turned the flash off your phone to take a picture of the little feeding fish.

“This is all so amazing, Kuugo!” You cheered next to him, “What about the next thing? Eels?” The tank was dark until you peered at the bottom. There in the rocks were eels of all sizes, writhing out of their holes in the rocks and crockery in the bottom of their tank. They sat with their mouths open, staring back at you as you watched them wiggle.

Gang Orca huffed a laugh behind you at your shuddering, rubbing at his head, water shining on his great hands as he shook his head side to side.

“Eels, yes. Other than them being rather boring, they live a long time, and enjoy doing that…gawking thing.” He leaned over, peering into the tank with a snort of his blowhole, clawed fingers pressed to the glass, “I don’t know a lot about them. Those deep-sea ones are practically immortal?” He huffed to himself, clicking at the back of his teeth as he gazed upwards at the blue whale model, “I will have to find out more information about those for next time.” He nodded to himself seriously.

You snickered at the pro-hero, “Don’t worry! I can just read the information placue.”

Kuugo blushed as he leaned over to squint at the information, “Ah, yes, I forgot about those.” He confessed quietly before leaning over your shoulder to read the information about the writhing eels as well, “Though I appear to have been far off the mark, hm?” He scratched at his dorsal fin before leaning back, giving you room to look into the tank again.

“Not too far off I’m sure, Kuugo. We all can’t know everything!”

He chuckled again and smiled with sharp teeth in his snout, “Right you are…Ah. How rude. I forgot to ask your name?”

You laughed at him, introducing yourself properly before listening to the killer whale softly say your name to himself.

“Come on then, Kuugo! You still have the whole aquarium to show me!” You cheering made him smile again, hands tucked in his pockets before you looped your arm through his own.

At some point during the walk around, the children stopped running from his intimidating aura, instead rushing to ask him questions about his fins and the clicks he could produce.

“Children, please. I am trying to tell this kind-“

“IS THAT YOUR DATE MISTER WHALE?!” A little girl asked before gasping and rushing away to her mother.

“No that is not….”

“Mister Orca is on a date! We better go!”

“ORCA-SAN HAS A DATE?!”

They were quick to rush from his legs, little hands finding their parents’ again before they began chattering about how kind the pro-hero was. He grumbled and leaned down to let the girl off his shoulders. She too giggled, gazing between the both of you before rushing back to her father.

“This is not a date.” He grunted, looking back at you with narrowed, red eyes.

“I know, Kuugo. But kids will be kids.” You linked your arms again and the pro-hero simply looked down before moving on, ushering you towards the exit with a huff and a wheeze.

“Excuse me for a moment.” He paused to uncap his water, dripping some into his hand before rubbing it over the thick skin of his head, slicking it with moisture before sighing through his mouth, blow hole closed tight.

“You know… Maybe the next one could be a date?” You teased as you scribbled your number on a piece of scrap paper. Kuugo felt his mouth drop open as you reached the exit, his clawed fingers taking the paper shakily.

“You would like to go out with me?” He was bewildered, “Even looking like…”

“Looking like a very handsome man?” You teased before taking his hand, “I would like to get to know you better and go out again yes!”

Kuugo’s sharp teeth snapped closed, “Then I will contact you…My schedule is busy but I will make time for this, I promise.”

“I expect nothing less from a pro-hero.” You teased, leaning up to kiss the man’s cheek, “Thank you for today. I would have been lost without my guide.”

“You are welcome.” He bowed his head, embarrassed as he watched you flounce away.

“MAMA THE WHALE IS GOING TO EAT ME!!”

He cringed and made a dash for his car and chauffeur. It seemed your lack of presence had turned the kids against him once again.

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smile like sunshine iv

Tuesday: ~ 7.9k I’M SO SORRY

previous chapters: i // ii // iii

an: I HAD WRITERS BLOCK BUT THEN IT ALL HIT ME AT ONCE. I thought it was gonna be a short filler chapter but.... 7.9k words later here we are... I realized that I probably should’ve given mc a real name and stuff because it’s so specific about certain details, but it’s too late to change that, so we’ll all have to deal with it unfortunately. Also, from here on out there is a warning for nsfw thoughts! Anyway, enjoy! @thirteenisles!!

summary: Much, much different from yesterday, today is the yearly fishing trip, so you and Mat are- unfortunately- apart for a good part of the day. Mat and your father come to a silent agreement and you look for a distraction in an old flame to keep you from falling more in love with your friend. Mat doesn’t like sharing this place in your mind with anyone else...

It’s the summer of ‘19, eleven years after you first met Mat, and things are bound to be a little different this time around.

You woke up the next day with a smile on your face, giddy and excited before you even opened your eyes. You had fallen asleep happy and tired and full of warmth the night before, cuddled up against Mat’s side as he drove back to the beach house. He only woke you with soft whispers when it was time to undress for bed; you woke up in his arms realizing he had carried you all the way from the car to your room. So, your mind raced with images of Mat- his smile, his laughter, his eyes, his body- it was all overwhelming enough to stir up passionate dreams about him. Dreams about his skin against yours, weightless in the water, his big hands on you, his body hovering over top of yours, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he moved on top of you...

Rolling over in bed and trying to control yourself, you opened your phone and went into your gallery, into the folder of all your pictures of Mat from yesterday that you would continue to fill throughout the week.

And though you’d only been apart from him for the eight hours of sleep, you needed to see him in person.

Mat was in the room across the hall, drifting in and out of sleep with a smile on his face as he thought back to yesterday. He reached over to the bedside table so he could scroll through his own phone. You had asked him yesterday to take a picture of you for your Instagram, posing for him and smiling with the ocean in the background, and he couldn’t look away from them. You looked so good yesterday in that little bikini, all spread out on the paddleboard and soaking up the sunlight, and, as much as he wanted to keep his head out of the gutters around you, there was just something about you. If only you knew the effect you had on him.

“Kids, get up! We’ve got a lot planned for today!”

He jumped, hearing your mother’s voice in the hall outside your rooms, and sat up a little bit more in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He had to admit, this trip would be a little bit more fun if your family wasn’t here as well; if every day could be like yesterday. But hoping to be alone with you for every second of the day was a fantasy, and he knew it. He was still technically intruding on your family vacation.

There was a knock at his door, and for a horrible moment, he thought it was one of your parents before your voice sounded from the other side. “Mat? It’s me.”

“Yeah, come in.” If only he was ready for what he was about to see. Yeah, he saw you in a bikini yesterday, but this was just as good… You walked into his room in a little tank top and booty shorts, what you had slept in, your messy hair thrown up in a bun. He didn’t want to stare too much, but were you braless? Yeah, you definitely were. He shuffled around under the sheets, making sure you wouldn’t be able to see what you were doing to him. He was lucky you knocked first, or who knows what he could’ve been doing?

Seeing Mat lying in bed was… a sight. His dark hair was haloing around his head on the pillow, he was tangled in the white sheets, and half of his upper chest and arms were exposed and already looking beautifully tanned. “You’ll never guess what today is.”

Mat ran a hand through his hair and let out a puff of air. “Your birthday’s tomorrow, so I have no idea.”

“It’s the family fishing trip! Remember that?”

Oh, he remembers it. He remembers going out onto the water in a rented boat with his dad and yours, watching in amazement at the huge fish they caught in the ocean. He remembers playing with you on the little dock, daring you to jump from it and into the ocean. Of course, your parents always stopped you from doing that. “No way, you still do that?”

“Yup, it’s tradition.”

“The same place every year?”

“Same place.”

“Maybe this year you won’t be too afraid to jump off the dock.” He smirked, and it was a sight that flooded heat all the way through your body.

“Shut up, Mat! I wasn’t afraid to, my parents just never let me!” He laughed at that, sitting up and letting the sheets fall off his bare chest. “And you know that, too! You just love to get on my nerves.” Oh, that was only one of many things he’d love to do to you.

“Maybe. But you brought me on this trip anyway.”

“Don’t make me regret that, Maty.” You swatted his bare leg away from you as he stretched out in bed, and he couldn’t help but smile at the touch. “Get up, we gotta get ready for today. I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna be pretty fun.” And when you turned and left, Mat had to bite his lip to hold back any reaction to the way your legs looked in those shorts. He tossed his head back to his pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

Yeah, today was gonna be fun.

Back when you and Mat first met, your parents and his immediately got along. He had begged and begged his parents to talk to yours and let him go along on the family fishing trip, mostly because you had cried to him and told him you didn’t want to be alone. Of course, they had to go meet your parents first and come along, but when they finally agreed that Mat could come along, you were over the moon.

Since you reconnected almost a year ago, Mat had told his parents about you. He called them the day after you approached him in the bar, when he went out to lunch with you to talk, the moment he knew he was going to try and befriend you again. He was excited when he called them, asking in a frenzy if they still remembered that girl he hung out with the summer of 2008. Of course, they remembered her, they had told him, she was the first crush he ever had. "Oh, your first girlfriend!" his mom had exclaimed. "Mom!" Flustered, Mat shook off those words. No, you were nothing more than friends.

That’s what he had thought, anyway, up until a few months ago.

Now, after being alone with you yesterday, he knew: this was much more than friendship.

The place your dad went to go fishing every year was a cute empty spot of beach, with deep water and a small dock where you and your siblings and friends always used to play. Where you used to play with Mat, that summer, when he dared you to jump in but you were too scared. Where you continued to come back to years after until Mat was just a fading memory and your parents urged you to meet new friends. And where, years later, you had your first kiss, with some random boy you met three days before and who you thought was cute.

“This is where it all began.” You spread your arms wide in a flourish, presenting the dock to Mat when you arrived. He glanced around- yes, this was where it all began.

“It definitely looks a lot smaller than when we were kids.”

“Yeah, probably because we grew up.”

“Aww, if we grew up does that mean I can’t push you in anymore?”

“Don’t even think about it, Barzal.” Before Mat had the chance to even try to push you in, you were cut off by the sound of an approaching boat out on the water. “Bet, Mat. Wanna push me into the water in front of my dad? I dare you.” He smiled and held up his hands in surrender. Usually, your dad took your brother along with him, but this year it seemed he had other plans.

“You like to fish, Mathew?”

“Uh,” he glanced at you for help, obviously not yet sure how to talk to your dad.

“Yeah, he’s pretty good at fishing.”

“Great! Hop on. We’ll have some one-on-one time.”

“Okay, cool.” The moment he turned away, Mat whispered to you: “He’s going to throw me off the boat.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Mat. He doesn’t hate you. You’ll probably just talk about fish or sports.”

“But don’t you want me here with you?”

“I’ll be fine alone for a bit.”

Mat couldn’t lie- he wasn’t the happiest at how this day was gonna pan out. He wanted one-on-one time with you, not your dad. They had already had that talk at the motel when he ever so kindly told him not to make a move on his daughter, so he wasn’t sure what else could happen. But if this is what he had to go through to get on your dad’s good side, he was gonna try his hardest. So here he sat, kinda awkwardly, next to him, a fishing rod in his hands.

“So, Mathew, You were gone with (Y/N) yesterday...”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“What’d the two of you do?”

He was at a loss for words. What could he say? “Oh, just uhh, took a drive down to another beach, had lunch.”

“Hmm. But you didn’t try anything?”

“No, no nothing!”

“I hope not. Otherwise, we’d really have a problem.” Mat couldn’t find a way to respond to that. As much as he wanted to make a move, he knew here wasn’t the ideal place to do it. No, he’d wait until he wasn’t sharing a roof with your father. “Mathew, I still remember what you said at the motel.” Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Of course, he did. “But you understand where I’m coming from, don’t you?”

“I- I‘m not sure.”

“You seem like an… okay, guy. A good friend to her. But I’ve seen plenty of guys who seemed okay and ended up breaking her heart. I won’t let that happen again.” Mat wanted to tell him that it wasn’t up to him to decide who his daughter could date, but he knew that that might be the dumbest possible thing to say, so he held his tongue. “I know what young, professional athletes are like. While I respect the sport, you’re not the type of guy I want my daughter with.” He didn’t like the idea that you’d had your heart broken before. He never wanted to do that to you, and your father just had a way of making him doubt himself.

“I understand.” Mat’s eyes drifted to where you stood down on the sand, barely able to make out your form from this distance, as he wondered what you were doing.

You were collecting shells, walking side by side with your sister, and catching up with a little bit of girl talk.

“Sooo, this Mat guy?”

“Yeah?” You couldn’t help the smile that was pulling onto your face at just the sound of his name. “What about him?”

“Well, he’s an NHL player, first of all.”

“He’s a lot more than that.” And he was. It may sound strange to others, but he meant everything to you. Ever since that summer where he had been your refuge, he’d been the one you thought about to calm down. He’d been your happy memory. He’d been the dream you could only hope you never forgot. And he became so much more in the past few months. It was a little weird at first when your roommate teased you about your “summer romance” with this boy you didn’t even know, but suddenly you didn’t want to deny it. Maybe this time around, you would come back with an even better story than before.

“Yeah. He’s also pretty hot.”

“Trust me, I know.” You weren’t shallow, but yeah, the cherry on top was how attractive he just happened to be.

“What are you two? Friends? Maybe moooore?”

“No, no, no, just friends.” Your answer was quick- almost too quick- as if you were trying to cover something up. A silence fell between you and you realized just how in denial you sounded. “But he just means a lot to me, ya know? You heard the story about how we met, right? Mom’s obsessed with telling it.”

“Yeah, of course. If you ask me, kinda sounds like looooove.”

“Shut up.”

“Seriously, if this were a movie, I’d watch the shit out of it. Imagine the ratings a plot like that would get! It’s like a teen summer romance but... wholesome and cute! I’m sure everyone has a childhood friend they became separated from. Imagine reading this summary: A boy and girl meet and become best friends only to be separated after one summer of romance-”

“Ew, don’t say romance! We were like, ten.”

“-After a summer of almost-romance where they were obviously in love even if their little brains couldn’t comprehend it. They reconnect years later, only to realize what they felt all those years ago was much more than friendship.”

You laughed, but couldn’t help imagining how that story would end. What was your sister, a psychic? “Okay, that’s not quite how it goes, but can we just… stop talking about him? It’s weird.” For the last few months, there had been a weird feeling in your chest whenever you discussed your relationship with Mat. Okay, maybe- just maybe- you had a little crush. A tiny crush. Nothing that meant anything, nothing that wouldn’t be easy to get over. It sucked to have a crush on one of your best friends, to have a crush on the boy you brought along on this trip to use as a distraction from everything else.

You glanced out to where you could barely see Mat’s figure on the boat with your father. His features were indistinguishable, but you could see the outline of his body and the dark swoop of hair on his head standing out against the blue sky. It wasn’t like Mat was interested in you at all, he was an NHL player, a star at that. He probably had countless girl’s numbers lined up in his contacts that he could date at any given moment, there’s no way he’d settle for a childhood friend he’d only known for a year. Just because he came on this trip with you and promised to be your distraction, didn’t mean he liked you like that. No, if anything, he was here for nostalgia- for looking back on that summer when you were carefree children- not because he had any type of romantic feelings for you. Not because he loved you. Yet, despite this, you couldn’t seem to control yourself around him.

You desperately needed a distraction from Mat, or else you’d end up doing something you couldn’t come back from.

You dropped your gaze to the sand to look for any pretty, unbroken shells hiding among the piles beneath your feet. The tide had come in high earlier this morning, leaving behind a mess of little shards of broken shells and rocks. Maybe, if you were lucky, you’d find one that was whole.

“Ooh, look at this one!” Your sister held up a pretty shell, still in one piece, colored all the shades of a sunset.

“Oh, man that’s pretty! I wish I could’ve found one that nice.”

“Don’t look too hard. It was right in front of you the whole time.”

You walked silently, pondering over her words, and searching for something better when a third voice spoke up from a little distance in front of you.

“No way, (Y/N)?”

It was a voice you’d never thought you’d hear again, but when you looked up towards it, you realized this trip might just get a lot more interesting. Your sister nudged you and made her exit, knowing exactly who this was and wanting to give you alone time with him.

Maybe this was exactly what you needed to take your mind off of Mat.

Back in 2008, when you were only ten years old, you thought the world of Mat. You thought he was the coolest person you knew, at the beach or at home. He was your closest friend, but for some reason, neither of your young brains realized that you should get each other’s parent’s phone numbers or addresses so you could keep in touch. You left the beach that year with nothing on your mind but Mat, and your parent’s loved to tease you to this day that he was the only person you talked about for months. When next summer rolled around, you were pouty and angry that he was nowhere to be found. And that continued for years to come.

Slowly, over the years you went on family vacations in that same house, you began, with your parent’s urging, to try and push your memories of Mat to the back of your mind and make new friends with the local kids your age. And slowly, you began to forget about Mat. Or, that’s how you thought it would happen. Sure, there were times you went without thinking of him for a while, but something would always end up reminding you of him. But you pushed it aside. He’s long gone, you’d told yourself, no point in dwelling on the past. None of your new friends could compare to the fun Mat had been, but they were great friends, and now you were young teenagers having fun, getting into trouble together, and experiencing all your firsts together.

This guy- Kyle- was one of those firsts.

The summer you turned seventeen, there was a new guy among your beachy friend-group. He was your age, and he could already drive, and that made his curly, blonde, surfer boy look even more attractive to all the girls who knew him. As much as you hated to admit today, you weren’t an exception. Yeah, you thought he was cute. No, there wasn’t much about him beyond that, as shallow as it was, but at least he had seemed to care about you that night when he walked you away from the other teens, partying and drinking and walked you out to the dock and kissed you under the stars. He had said all the right things that night, and a few nights later, and later, and later.

You went that whole summer thinking that the two of you were together, but apparently, you’d missed the memo that he was seeing other girls, too. He’d promised he didn’t mean to hurt you but learning that it wasn’t the two of you, learning that he was with other girls too and the whole summer had been a lie made your self-esteem plummet. It hurt like hell, being your first heartbreak, and it was the worst possible way to end a beach trip tradition.

But he wasn’t a bad guy, not really. He was a young, stupid, teenage boy, right? And he said he didn’t mean to hurt you. No reason to hate him.

Now, almost exactly four years since you met him, he walked next to you down the beach as you combed for shells, a quietness settling over you. It wasn't a comfortable silence like with Mat, but something uneasy, something tense and awkward. Why was he here? Was it appropriate to just… walk up to your ex and start chatting like old friends? Maybe he was just trying to be civil, courteous- if that’s what this was, you… hesitantly respected that. It probably took as much courage as when you approached Mat for the first time- both times. But, if he was looking for something more…

“So, you been dating at all?”

“Sure I have. I mean, it’s been...almost four years?” Truthfully, you’ve barely been dating. Nothing serious, at least. But you knew it would sound so sad if he was the last “serious” relationship you had.

“You disappeared after what happened between us. For four years. I thought maybe you couldn’t face me afterward or something.”

“No.” You bit your tongue, not really wanting to bring up old bad blood or reopen old scars. “Life just got in the way. After that year I had a job, then I was moving out, going to college. Just didn’t have time to come down anymore.”

“That sucks. We’ve all really missed you down here.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, dropping an arm around your shoulder. You knew he didn’t mean it in a romantic way, it was such a thing he would do, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before. “We’re actually having a party on Friday. Think you can make it?” Could you make it? It was going to be the night before you had to leave, your last night on the beach, and as much as you wanted to do something alone with Mat, you knew it was inappropriate to cling on him as if he was something more than a friend. As if he was yours. But you needed to take a step back before you did something you couldn’t take back.

Maybe this was the perfect distraction from Mat.

“I’ll be there.”

After their first discussion, Mat had fallen in and out of uncomfortable small talk with your father for what felt like hours. And now, as they got ready to head back to shore for a quick lunch, he could confirm that he was one hundred percent still not on his good side. It seemed like no matter what he tried, your father didn’t want anything to do with him. Maybe it was best this way, indifference is better than hate, isn’t it?

“Shit...”

“Huh?” Mat looked up when your father swore next to him. He was glaring up the shoreline as they approached the dock, out to where you were. And then he noticed, with a jolt to his heart, that you weren’t alone out there. Standing next to you in the sand was a generic-looking douchebag surfer dude. He was standing way, way too close to you for his comfort, with an arm thrown over your shoulders like you were old buddies. “Who’s that?”

“It’s not really any of your business, is it?” He glanced over and, for a moment, Mat regretted asking anything, not wanting to stir up any drama. “But... seeing as you’re here as her friend, maybe you can talk some sense into her.”

“About what?”

“It’s not my place to tell you about her private stuff but… that boy. Trouble.” He shook his head, preparing to dock the boat. “Mathew, I don’t dislike you. You mean a lot to (Y/N) as a friend, and I don’t want you to ruin that. If things didn’t work out between you two, she would be devastated. I’ve seen her heartbroken, but if it was because of you, it’d be so much worse. She could barely function without you after that summer, so if things ended completely between you two...”

Mat couldn’t help but smile when your father said he didn’t dislike him. That was a start, at least. But the thought of you having your heart broken was something he didn’t want to think about. The thought you being heartbroken because of him was something he didn’t want to think about. “I know.” And he did. He understood because he would feel the same way. If things went awkward and sour between the two of you, he would hate himself. He would be lost. Reconnecting after ten years and then losing you all together would hurt even more than if he’d never found you- if you were still only a fond memory he thought back to. If he lost you, he wouldn’t even know what to do. He needed you.

“But, that being said, you’re better than any other guy she’s cared about. Especially that boy. I respect that.” He stepped onto the dock and cast one look back at him. “Look out for her this week. As a friend.”

“I will.”

“Starting now.” He motioned down the beach where you stood with the boy, his arm around you, pulling you much too close to his body.

It felt good to know that at least your father didn’t hate him. He respected him, even. It felt good to know that both men had the same ideas when it came to your safety and were able to come to a silent agreement. And if all they could bond over was their need to protect you, he could take that. Because you were all that mattered to him.

He all but jogged down the beach to you, his heart throbbing at the sight of you smiling and laughing with someone other than him. His blood boiled. He hated that you were so familiar and comfortable with this guy, but he took comfort in the fact that your dad felt the same way, that at least they were on the same page about that. What could he be saying that was making you this happy? Who could he be who was stealing your attention away from him? That should be him, with his arm around you, making your eyes sparkle in laughter. What was this tightening feeling in his chest?

Why was Mat so jealous of him?

“Who’s this?”

You looked up from where you were practically hanging on the blonde boy’s arm and met eyes with Mat. Your Mat, your best friend. The man you were trying to forget about. And you had forgotten about him for a few minutes, falling back into the memory of your summer romance at seventeen instead of thinking of Mat, with his pretty dark swoops of hair and high cheekbones, those shimmering hazel eyes and that dazzling smile… and the fact that he was shirtless and shining all pretty and golden in the sunlight. The way he made you laugh until there were tears in your eyes and your sides ached, the way he made your heart pound erratically when he hugged you and when he threw his arm over your shoulders.

And suddenly you realized your ex couldn’t compare to Mat at all, no matter how much you needed a distraction.

“Mat, this is Kyle. Kyle, this is my friend, Mat.”

“Hey.” The other guy spoke up, and somehow, he sounded exactly like Mat expected him to sound. Like a fucking douchebag.

“Hey.” Mat couldn’t hide how unenthusiastic he was when he greeted the man, and you noticed. It was awkward, you were sandwiched between two shirtless men, one your ex- who you were trying to use as a distraction- and one your best friend- who you were hopelessly crushing on and needed a distraction from- and all three of you waited and waited until Mat finally spoke up. “So, how do you know each other?”

“We, uhh, we dated when we were younger.”

“Oh?” Mat wasn’t a fan of the way his heart ached when those words left your lips. Of course, you had other boyfriends, you were stunning, borderline perfect. Everyone must want you. You’re not mine, you’re not mine, I know. “You did?”

“Yeah, actually…” Kyle tossed his curly hair out of his face and had Mat rolling his eyes. “We met down here a few years ago. And that dock over there?” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the dock, pulling you against him. “First kiss.” Mat’s muscles tensed, his jaw went tight and his fists closed- he hated the idea that this dock was anyone else’s special place with you. Okay, maybe it was a bit selfish, but he thought this was just a little secret between the two of you, and then this guy had to show up and ruin it? “Best first kiss a girl could get, huh?” He looked at you with a cheeky, smirk...

...But it wasn’t as cute as Mat’s.

“Yeah, it was good.”

Mat knew it was stupid and unrealistic of him to think he’d always had you all to himself. You’d only known each other for that one summer, and had been separated for ten years, so of course, you eventually found someone other than him. But he couldn’t deny how much it pained his heart to know that somebody else had been closer to you than he had. To know that someone else had taken his place. To know that you weren’t even his to begin with. This guy had held you, kissed you, taken Mat off of your mind, and Mat hated how it felt to know that. “Cool, cool. Well, I think it’s time to head back for lunch, (y/n).”

“Ah, shit, really?” he pulled you tight against him in a quick side hug and kissed the top of your head. Part of you wished, for a moment, that he was Mat instead. “See ya. Remember, Friday!”

“Yep, Friday!”

Mat couldn’t help but roll his eyes again, watching him leave. He came on this trip with you and you were ditching him for your ex? Shit, it was so tough being just your friend. “What’s Friday?” His voice came out more strained and forced than he wanted it to.

“A party with my old friends.”

“You’re going?”

“Yeah, they’re my friends, so why not?” Mat couldn’t help but feel a little bit betrayed, but he knew this was your vacation, and you were kind enough to invite him along, so he couldn’t tell you what you could and couldn’t do. Just friends, just friends, just friends, he told himself.

“Well, I still get you to myself tomorrow, right? For your birthday?”

“Of course you do. Why, are you planning something?”

“Duh, what else is a best friend for?” He pulled you against him to walk down the beach and you smiled at the familiar scent of him, the familiar warmth of his body. Being in his arms was so much better than being in Kyle’s arms. He shrugged, sucking up his pride to tease you about your ex-boyfriend. “Sooo... you and surfer dude, huh? Didn’t know you were into that type.” He laughed again, nudging you with his elbow and smirking.

His smirk was a lot cuter than your ex’s.

“Shut up!” You laughed at the teasing lilt in his voice. There was your Mat, happy and smiling. His heart lit up again. Yeah, he could make you laugh so much better than anyone else could. He would always take pride in that. “I know, I know, it’s embarrassing, but listen! We were only seventeen, he could drive already…”

“Ooh, sexy.”

“Mat!”

“I’m serious, the ability to drive is pretty hot, right?”

You laughed, “Mat! I get it, I get it, it was a dumb summer fling, okay? There actually isn’t much more to him personality-wise. He’s not better than you.”

“Of course he’s not.” As cocky as Mat played it off, he was really thankful. Thankful you still preferred him over your ex-boyfriend. Thankful he still held a special place in your head, in your heart, even, that no one else ever would. “I mean, have you seen me?”

“I have.” Your eyes skimmed the length of his body. You’d seen him, alright. “You wanna hit the waves before lunch?” You traced your fingers down his arm and grabbed his big hand in yours.

“How could I say no?”

So, with his hand in yours, you ran to the water, shedding the sheer cover-up you’d been wearing over your swimsuit and shrieking when the waves splashed up against you. As usual, Mat dared you to follow him out further than you would’ve like to have gone. The gleam in his eyes was something you weren’t unfamiliar with, the same gleam he got when he was beating you at a game or when you dared him to do something. He wasn’t one to back down until he won, and that was rubbing off on you. His confidence was rubbing off on you. Something about him made you feel so brave.

“I’m guessing you’re not gonna tell me what we’re doing tomorrow?

“Of course not. It’s a surprise. What type of friend would I be if I gave away the surprise?” He dodged the water you splashed towards him and half hopped, half swam backward in the water. You had wadded out to an area that was deep enough for neither of you to be able to stand very well, and as much as you hated being out here, you felt safe as long as Mat was next to you. He splashed you back in retaliation only to be immediately hit from behind by a wave, laughing the whole time he went down at the shriek you let out when he got your hair wet.

You laughed as he went under. “That’s what you get, Barzal!” After a few seconds without seeing him resurface, you started to worry, your breath caught in your throat. Should he have been up by now? Did he get the breath knocked out of him and couldn’t come up? Did he get pulled out further? “Mat? Mat, hey, where’d you go, buddy?” Your breath was shallow, your mind fuzzy, and your heartbeat quickened as you took a few strides forward, turning and glancing over the rippling surface of the water, trying to find any sign of him, any movement, any trace of his dark hair, but there was nothing.

Not until a pair of arms underwater grabbed your waist from behind and lifted you.

“Gotcha.”

He was still laughing, still teasing you, thinking he had just played a funny trick on you and you hadn’t been in the middle of freaking out and panicking that your best friend had probably drowned.

“Shit, Mat. Oh my god.” You turned in his arms and pulled yourself against him, cheeks warming up at the feeling of his wet, bare skin against yours, his muscles taut, and his skin slick beneath your fingertips. He’s okay, he’s safe, he’s alive. You brought your hands up around his shoulders, pushing black strands of wet hair out of his eyes as he continued to laugh. You smacked his shoulder, suddenly angry that he would even joke about drowning. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. “You’re a dick! That wasn’t funny!”

Mat must have noticed the way your nails were digging into the flesh of his biceps, holding him for dear life with an urgent look in your eyes because he stopped laughing almost immediately when he noticed your concern. “Hey, hey.” His voice dropped to the gentle, reassuring tone that always made you emotional. The voice he broke out when you got hurt and he was there as a friend to pick up the pieces. The same voice he’d used all those years ago when you started crying over a crab he had thrown at you. “Look, I’m fine.”

“But I didn’t know that two seconds ago!”

“I’m sorry. I was just messing around. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know. I’m just glad you’re alive.” You took deep breaths, your head dropping to rest on his wet shoulder, your face pressed against the crook of his neck. It took you a few moments to understand how intimate this was: you were wrapped up together under the water, still in his arms with your feet listed off the sandy floor, pressed chest to chest with your arms wrapped over his shoulders. What you had intended to be a friendly hug became so much more when you were wet and weightless and almost bare, pressed against each other. You sighed and pulled back from him, dropping down to your feet but keeping your hands on his shoulders so stay still. He was your anchor out here. “You know, you don’t have to go pretending to drown just because you’re jealous of my ex and want my attention back.”

“What?” he scoffed, trying to play it off cool. Okay, maybe it was true that he was looking for a little bit of your attention, but he’d never admit that. Friends don’t get jealous of their friend’s ex-boyfriends. “I’m not jealous.”

“Really? You didn’t seem like your friendly self when you were talking to him. And your eyes look pretty green right now, so I’d say that’s probably because of the green monster.” You teased, poking at his face.

“He’s your ex, do you want me to treat him like a friend?”

“Well, he was also my friend, so you don’t need to be so hostile towards him. But I get it. It’s okay to be jealous. I get jealous of your friends, sometimes.”

“You do? Why?”

“They’ve gotten to spend more time with you than I did. They probably mean a lot more. You have friends you’ve known for years, and I’m not one of them. We only knew each other that summer and then this past year. I wish we would’ve been friends longer.”

“You don’t have to be jealous of them, though. I actually feel like we’ve known each other since then. I thought back to you a lot, wondering what you were up to...”

“Probably thinking of you.” You smiled, your heart swelling at the thought that between growing up and getting into the NHL, Mat still thought of you every now and then. “I feel so lucky to have found you” You closed your mouth, letting your words settle in the air between the two of you. “You don’t have to be jealous either. Kyle wasn’t that great. Not cooler than our time together.”

“No?” He added a chuckle to try and lighten the mood. “I thought he was the cool kid who could drive?”

“No.” You dropped your gaze to the ocean, turning away from Mat. “We may have had a little… romance thing, but he cheated on me.” Mat’s eyes went soft, his eyebrows furrowing up at the idea of you having your heart broken like that. He knew much too well what it felt like to be lied to and cheated on, so to imagine you suffering through that without him there to help pick up the pieces for you was too much. “Well, no,” You shook your head. “I guess he didn’t really cheat. Only kinda. It was just a summer fling to him, but I thought it was something more. I was just dumb and naive I guess.”

“Hey,” His hands lifted to your shoulders momentarily, turning you to look up at him. “That’s really shitty anyway. He hurt you.”

“Yeah. He did. And you'd never hurt me.” Your fingers, much without your permission, glided down the lengths of his wet arms to cover his hands with yours. “See? You don’t need to be jealous. You’re so much cooler. You mean more to me than he ever did. Nothing- no one- can ever top that summer. No one can ever top how much you mean to me. You're my friend.”

You both sat in uncomfortable silence, mutually hating that sentence. There was no way you were just friends. This wasn’t platonic at all. Friends didn’t cuddle each other in motel rooms; friends didn’t hold each other underwater; friends didn’t daydream about making out with each other; friends didn’t get jealous of their friend’s exes; friends didn’t have hot, wet dreams about each other almost every night; friends didn’t nearly kiss every single day. So were you really just friends?

"Yeah." As much as Mat hated being "the friend", he was going to try his hardest to live up to that if that's what you wanted from him. And even if that’s all he’d ever be, he would learn to accept it. It was better than not having you at all. "I might even be your best friend ever, right?"

"We'll see about that. You've got a lot of competition." He laughed with you. Oh, if only you know how much he didn't want to be your friend. If only he knew how much you wanted him to kiss you.

“Well, was that enough serious talk for today?”

“Yeah,” You huffed a sigh, brushing off the thoughts in your head. “I think it was.”

Your gaze dropped from those pretty hazel eyes, shimmering golden and green in the sunlight, across the immaculate structure of his cheekbones and jaw, right to his pretty pink lips. If only you could know what it felt like to have them against yours- would they be soft or rough?- to have his hot tongue in your mouth, his hands grabbing your waist, touching you all over, pulling you onto his lap. What you wouldn’t give to feel his mouth making it’s way down your body, leaving wet kisses and sucking on tender skin, leaving marks on your throat, your hips, the insides of your thighs. To feel his nose rub against you as his tongue dipped, lapped, caressed…

Mat watched you, the look in your eyes, all the walls about your past broken down, and at that very moment, he knew something. He would be your friend as long as you needed, he would be there for you to pick up the pieces and listen to your problems, he’d keep you safe, he’d do what a best friend should do. But, fuck. Fuck, he loved you. He loved you, he loved you, he loved you, and he wasn’t sure how long he could keep it to himself. This was so bad.

He broke apart from you, removing his hands from where they’d been resting on your shoulders under your own soft hands, taking a few strides back in the water, and trying to regain some platonic boundaries between the two of you. That was all you were, right? Friends.

“Woah, where are you running off too, Mat?” Your laugh rang in his ear, pretty and perfect, and you.

“I-” He gestured back to the shore. “I think lunch is ready onshore. I’m kinda hungry.”

“Alright.” You pressed your hand into his and his heart leaped at the simple affection. It’s not like you hadn’t held hands before, but this time it felt… different. “Let’s head back then, Maty.”

Damn it, you have me wrapped around your finger, babe.

The day passed much too quickly for either of your taste and before you knew it the sun was dipping low in the sky, signaling the end of your long day. You wanted to spend the rest of time here in the sun, your feet digging into the sandy bottom of the ocean with the waves splashing around you; you wanted to spend the rest of time wrapped up in each other’s arms, caught up in each other’s eyes, frozen in time as you held on for dear life in your own little bubble separate from the rest of the world; daydreaming about kissing and fingers running through each other’s hair. You wanted to spend the rest of time dreaming of holding each other without worrying that the other didn’t feel the same.

But it wasn’t quite over yet.

You were sitting alone on the dock, working away at braiding the bracelet you were finishing up for Mat when you heard footsteps behind you and looked up to find him, his hair sun-dried and fluffy in the breeze and a fresh drink in his hand. “Wow, that’s really coming along, huh?” His voice was a blanket of familiarity washing over you. You would never get tired of hearing it.

“Yeah, it is.” You smiled up at him. “When you want something hard enough, you really gotta work for it.” You reached up to grab his empty hand, wrapping the bracelet around his wrist to see how much more you had to get done. Your fingers lingered on his skin for a few moments longer than they should have, and you both noticed the delicate change in atmosphere before you pulled away completely.

“You mind if I join you here?”

“Anytime, Mat.”

So he sat down next to you, watching the colors fade from the sky and dipping his toes in the water with you and closing his eyes in pure bliss. You were both warm and smelled of saltwater and sunscreen, your breath tasting of the lemonade you had had after dinner, and whatever alcoholic drink Mat was currently sipping on; your cheeks and nose were still slightly rosy from the sun, faces hurting from smiling and laughing too much with him. If this wasn’t the perfect recreation of your first family trip with him all those years ago, you weren’t sure what was.

Everything was soft and quiet until Mat spoke up from next to you. “You know, sunsets on the east coast aren’t that cool.”

“Ouch!” You mocked offense, bringing a hand to your heart. ”Wow, I invite you on this vacation with me and all you can do is insult it? I’ll rethink ever bringing you back.” He threw his head back in a cackle- the one you loved so much.

“No, I just mean… it’s cooler seeing the sunset over the ocean, don’t you think?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, don’t really wanna inflate your ego any more.”

He chuckled a bit more, always a welcomed sound in your ears. “Guess I gotta take you out west then, try to convince you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I’ll take you to Vancouver with me when I go home. We can head to the beach from there. My mom would love to meet you.”

“You told your parents about me?”

“Of course. I told them all about you after we caught up. They remember you, they even still have pictures of us somewhere. They’d love you.”

There was something about that moment... He was shirtless, the sun was going down behind him and casting a pretty halo around his head, his eyes held yours intensely, with unanswered questions. You tried to ignore the way his skin glistened in the light, the way his thick thighs were spreading out deliciously as he sat, the way you were sitting so close to him that the outside of your bare thigh was touching his, the way you were leaning back on your hands with your pinky loosely tangled with his. There was something about that moment, talking about his family and how much they’d love to meet you, how there are still pictures floating around of you and Mat as children, of the one summer that changed everything for you. There was something about that moment that almost had you leaning in.

“Kids, we’re heading home!”

You turned away from him quickly, scooting your leg away and pulling your hand from his. Maybe hearing your mother’s voice was what pulled you back into reality. You couldn’t kiss him. Not now.

“Yeah, yeah!!” You pulled yourself up off the dock, extending a hand to help Mat up, and smiling when his big palm touched yours, warm and soft. “We’re coming!”

This wasn’t how you wanted the day to end, but maybe it was for the best.

You could break the boundaries of friendship, push the limits to your relationship with Mat, stick your toe in and test the waters, but was it worth it? Maybe you should just try to avoid your feelings for him. Maybe it would be best to suffer in silence for the rest of your life. Shove those feelings down inside of you and swallow your words only to spend your nights dreaming of how it would feel to sleep next to him, to roll over into his arms. Maybe it was best to love him from afar. Rather that than ruin what was an amazing friendship.

Right?

#smile like sunshine #mat barzal #op #fic #mathew barzal #imagine #mat barzal imagine #fanfiction #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl writing #I'M VERY PROUD OF THIS!!!!#LIKE SO PROUD #ITS THE LONGEST THING IVE WRITTEN TO DATE #the entire fic is up to 29k i think #its 2am now bedtime

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bisexualfanficfaerie · 4 years

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Vacation (Leon S. Kennedy x Reader)

Leon is finally on vacation after coming back from Spain, luckily for him and he runs into you again! What are the odds? The two of you catch up and just talk together, until the two of you head to the little cabin you're staying in. And you revisit the night in the motel

@residentsbeingevil @hypnobakerysharkskeleton @pearygav I thought y’all would enjoy this! So here we are!

Leon grumbles to himself, before he heads quietly to the counter. He was finally taking a nice vacation on a little island off the coast of the Bahamas. And while he was sure he was going to get severe sunburn, he didn’t give a shit.

And who better to run into then you? How he had managed to be vacationing on the same island you were at the exact same time was a little weird. But he wasn’t really going to complain. Especially now that the two of you were laughing and talking like old times. He had really missed you, you were the light of his life. But with the two of you always being on separate assignments, him with the DSO and you with the CIA, the two of you never really got a chance to spend time with the other. And so your relationship had sort of died out.

But it appeared that he was getting another chance. To fix things and to start new. He wasn’t the same young kid when the two of you had first met, it had been six years since Raccoon City, and he had literally just gotten back from Spain after saving Ashley Graham, the PRESIDENT’S FUCKING DAUGHTER. So he did deserve a bit of a break. At least, he hoped so.

And then there was you, you had just finished your own assignment, in Jacksonville, Florida. Dealing with a ‘potential’ biohazard situation. When in reality, some dude had a bad trip on cocaine and had bitten the nose off a few people, all managed to live, thankfully and the man was put into an institution. You had been sent all over the country, trying to prevent more tragedies like Raccoon City and the Spenser mansion. And luckily, you had both been fine, but with hearing about Leon’s recent mission you had flashbacks of your own.

And when he told you he had briefly been infected with the Los Plagas, your eyes widened and you reached for his face lightly.

Leon stared incredulously at you as your soft hand gently cupped his right cheek and rubbed your thumb gently across the skin. His eyes slid closed and he rested his head against your palm, nuzzling into the softness of your hand as he melted. You watch him, your eyes soft as you lean forward, lightly pressing your forehead to his. The two of you are a hair apart, lips just ghosting as you ran your fingers through his hair with your free hand and then he’s trembling with restraint. As though he’s trying his hardest not to just fall apart in your embrace. But you want him to, you want him to feel safe with you.

You get to your feet and take his hand, walking to the quiet little cabin by the beach you were staying in. Leon is following you mindlessly, you bring him back to a time that makes him relaxed and then he suddenly remembers that night in the dingy motel and he chuckles.

“At least we’ll be somewhere much nicer then the last time.” He quips and you turn to look at him, laughing softly. “I guess you’re right, hm?” You smile at him and then open the door, walking in and running a hand through your hair, waiting until he’s inside and then locking the door behind him.

He grins and pushes his hair slightly away from his face, before he looks at all the sand on his feet. “Maybe we should jump in the shower, huh?” You chuckle and gently smack his shoulder, walking to the bathroom and opening up the door, starting a nice cool shower after baking in the sun. You lean against the counter and start removing your clothes, starting at the tank top and tossing it lightly to the floor. Leon stares at you, leaning against the doorway as he smiled slightly.

“You sure are eager to get undressed for me, aren’t you?” He teased playfully and you roll your eyes at him, smiling slightly. You’re finally bare and staring at him, hands on your hips as you watched him.

“I don’t remember you being nearly this vocal when I was on top of you last time.” You teased back, “And if you’re gonna continue you can take a shower by yourself.” Leon blinks at you and then quickly strips, “Alright, alright.” He grins slightly and then takes your hand, pulling you gently against his chest. “How can I make it up to you?”

You smile and then lean in, “A kiss would be nice, wouldn’t it?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him gently towards you. He smiles, his arms gentle, as they wrap around your waist and he grins broadly, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. It’s nothing like the first kiss the two of you shared, where he was unsure and nervous. This kiss is filled with passion, and such longing that it fills your heart with such unrestrained love, you feel like you might burst. You wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair to drag him closer.

He can’t believe that you still love him, but he’s so grateful that you do. Because he never stopped thinking about you, even when the two of you separated. He pulls away slowly, panting as he cupped your face and grinned down at you.

“We should probably get into the shower now, hm?” Leon murmurs, running his thumb gently across your cheek. You smile up at him and nod, before you step under the water and shiver slightly at the cool feeling against your skin.

“Fuck!” He hisses when he steps in and laughs softly, shivering at the cold as he bit his lip. You smile up at him and then turn up the heat, but only a little, as to not bother his slight burns. You grab your bottle of shampoo and squeeze a generous amount into your hands, before you reach up and start gently washing his hair. He blinks and then groans softly, melting against the wall as he slides down the cool tile.

You smile down at him, gently lathering his hair and shaking your head slightly as you laugh. He’s adorable, and you tell him so, smiling when he grins dopily at you. He’s putty in your hands, pliant and willing, but you just continue to massage his scalp and then help him to his feet to rinse it out.

Leon shakes his head, trying to clear the fog from his brain and then he takes the shampoo bottle from you, intending to return the favor. He grins when you smile at him and lean against his chest, letting him scrub and scratch lightly at your scalp. A few soft sighs leave your lips as you tilt your head back, and then he helps you rinse off. He’s grinning at you now, cooing playfully at the spaced out look on your face.

A snort leaves your lips as you stand up straight and rinse your hair out, eyes closing slowly. And then the two of you are looking at each other and something clicks in your head. His eyes are still just as soft as when you first met him, though there’s a hidden darkness, as though all the things that have been done to him are finally catching up. Everything he’s been through, from Raccoon City to his most recent escapade to Spain is in his eyes, the dark circles under them, the frown lines in his forehead.

You reach up and press your hand gently to his face, running your thumb against his cheek and you rest your forehead against his chest. “I’m here Leon.” You whisper and then wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing him tight and pressing soft kisses to his shoulder, rubbing your hand up and down his back. He freezes at the warm affection and then he rests his forehead against your shoulder, trembling slightly as he sniffed. “I love you.” He breathes and then wraps his arms around your waist tight.

You cup his face and kiss him gently, running your fingers through his hair, as you hold him tight against your chest. You reach blindly over him and turn off the water, shoving open the shower curtain and climbing out of the shower.

“Let’s dry off and go lie down, sound good?” You whisper and watch him and he nods his head at you, climbing out after you, nearly slipping on the floor before he catches himself and turns to look at you, his cheeks reddening slightly.

You snort with laughter, throwing your head back as you practically howl and then he’s laughing too, grinning at you and wrapping his arms around your waist as he grabbed the towel from you, attempting to dry off as the both of you tremble from head to toe. Shaking and wheezing and even though it’s something so mundane, so simple, it just makes the two of you happy. You smile at him and help him dry off, before you dry off yourself and walk back to the bedroom. Climbing into the bed and lying on your side in what you think is a playful pose.

Leon follows you and spots the way you’re laying down, with your leg propped up and your hand behind your head, wearing a huge smile that doesn’t work with the seductive way you’re laid on the bed. He grins and laughs softly, before he claps his hands together and rubs them furiously, before he runs forward and launches into the bed. His hands on your sides as you blush and squirm, laughing up at him.

He smiles at you, kissing you slowly and deeply, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. His tongue dragging gently across your lip. He wraps his arms around your waist, kissing and sucking gently at your neck. His voice is low and soft as he worshipped your skin, his hands burning a path up your sides as the two of you sat laid making out in the bed. His cock is warm and heavy against your stomach as he hovers over you.

And it’s when his cock bobs and throbs lightly against your skin that you remember how incredibly horny you are. Your own sex is throbbing with the beat of your heart, aching to be touched. And touch you he does, his fingers rubbing gently at your sex, his lips worshipping your neck and shoulder as he moans against your skin.

You gasp, thighs trembling as you clutch at his shoulders gently. “Don’t stop, Leon.” You breathe, clutching his shoulders and bucking your hips. He glances down at you and he smiles, “I won’t.” He whispers, leaning down and sucking gently at your neck.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him close and then flipping him over, sitting on his waist as you tremble in delight.

“Fucking hell, Leon.” You whisper, before you pump your fingers up and down his cock lightly. Watching as he tenses up and trembles beneath you, bucking his hips upwards. He’s so hard that he’s aching, trembling and moaning in delight beneath you. His chest is tight as he watches you and he suddenly feels like the old rookie in him. He’s watching you, eyes wide with awe and his lips parted as he breathed your name.

You sit up, before you lean down and kiss him, you knew the way he was squirming meant he wanted to flip the two of you over and just take you.

But he was holding back, and you smile down at him. “Go ahead.” You whisper and then sit down, before yelping in surprise when he grabs your hips and flips the two of you over, your legs wrapped around his waist. And his lips at your ear.

“I’m so glad I never forgot. I love you so much.” He breathes and then he wraps his arms around your waist, pushing two fingers into your waiting hole as he bit his lip gently. You’re everything to him, and he tells you, over and over, whispering the words against your collarbone. You melt in his embrace, clutching his shoulders and pulling him closer. His fingers aren’t stopping, curling into that soft spot that you could never quite reach with your own fingers.

Your body jerks in surprise, gasping and clenching your teeth, gripping his shoulder and moaning loudly. “Fuck!” You gasp, tangling a hand in his hair and bucking your hips. His lips are working at your sex, drawing the alphabet and sucking gently, making your body shake and tremble beneath his ministrations.

And when he watches you come undone underneath him, your release covering his tongue as he moans in delight, he wants to fucking take you. And take you fast.

“Please Leon-“ You gasp, tangling a hand in his hair and pulling him closer.

Leon pants, nodding and grinning down at you, quickly spreading your legs and pumping his cock slowly. You watch him, his cheeks are flushed and his hair is hanging in his eyes, sweat building on his chest and forehead. And you grab his ass and haul him close, the head of his cock rubbing into the crease of your hip.

He gasps in surprise, before he pulls back, “Alright.” He nods, before he slowly pushes into you and lets out a low moan of delight. Trembling slightly, gripping his shoulder you gasp. Letting him bottom out in you is the hardest thing you’ve done, because you just want him to take you. He notices you whining, clutching at his shoulders and your eyelashes fluttering, he starts his ruthless thrusting.

The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud in your ears, his soft groaning is music to you, and then his cock reaches that soft spot in you and you tense up, moaning his name loudly. Tangling a hand in his hair, as you moan his name you buck your hips and wrap your legs tight around his waist.

Leon gasps against your shoulder, thrusting his hips faster and kissing your neck gently. His hips are insistent, ramming harder against yours as he moaned in delight, his lips are against your neck and he’s just abusing that spot inside of you, rubbing at your sex and moaning your name as he thrusted faster. He groans, panting and thrusting faster, wrapping his arms around your waist as he trembled. Your body is winding up, getting tighter and tighter, hot and blood roaring beneath your skin. Your voice is also getting higher with every moan you give him.

You cry out, throwing your head back as your orgasm crashes into you, your fingers are grasping at the back of his neck, pulling him closer as you moan loudly.

And the way you’re cumming has him cumming too, his thighs tense and his hips are a blur against yours. A low moan of your name is leaving his lips as he clutches your thighs and hisses. He presses his forehead against yours, clutching your thigh and moaning your name.

You pant, leaning back and then snorting with laughter, looking up at him. “Gonna have to take another shower, huh?” You ask, running your hands through his hair and watching him push his bangs against his forehead. He smiles down at you and grins slightly, shrugging his shoulders.

“And? I’d take millions of showers if it meant I’d see you again.”

You smile, leaning up and kissing his lips gently. “I love you so fucking much, Leon.” You whisper and then melt in his embrace when he smothers you kisses.

“I love you too.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #resident evil #faerie writes #nsft

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coconutheadfriend · 4 years

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Fall of the sky

Todoroki Shoto x Reader

Genre: Romance I guess?

Warnings: Angst, Implied smut, fluff? (There will be smut eventually)

Word count: 2500+

Summary:

Ah Arkridge city of laughter and full of rich, cocky assholes. Oh, and me, my name is (Y/N) and this is my story about the fall of the sky. It’s 2034 and the government declares the ground below us is inhabitable, broken, and destroyed. So people build a city, a sanctuary for the human race to keep on living. Although the one thing they chose to do wasn’t to send us to space no, it was to build a city. No normal city though, it flew. Like a plane, but looked way more magical than the human mind could ever imagine. Towering buildings and cute little homes waiting to be inhabited. Although there was a dark side to this solution, poor people were rarely seen on this island, but why may you ask? That will play a big part in my story and how I made the sky fall. I am (y/n) (l/n) and this is my story on how I made the sky fall.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I hit it so it turns off, the robotic voice speaks through the speaking. “Miss (y/n), it's time to get up and ready for the ball” you shot your head up and your hair goes all over your face. You huff pushing it out of your face. “Wait, that's today?” you question cocking your head to the side. “August 29th 3093” You smile“You have an appointment with the hairdressers and makeup artist today. Should I message them and say you're still coming?” the robotic voice questions. You shove the blankets off you and get up to start dancing and jumping around. “Uhm miss your heart rate has gone up substantially in the past few seconds is their reason to call an ambulance?” she asks and you stop your movements and laugh. “Oh sorry Nebula, I'm fine and yes I will still be at both of those appointments.” You straighten yourself out, you still have a stupid smile on your face but who can blame you? You were going to see Bakugou today at the ball. The love of your life was going to be there and you couldn't be anymore happier.

You walk into your bathroom and see how messed up your hair is spread out all over the place. Your eyes widen and you grab your brush quickly taking the knots out of your hair and brushing it down. You walk out of the bathroom and quickly get dressed into a tank top and some sweats. You hear the door downstairs open and close. You walk out of the room to see who has just come in. Looking over the railing to see Bakugou. “Babe!” You shout and run down the stairs almost falling as you do so. You wrap your arms around him pulling away only to kiss him. “Morning babe,” He says in his gruff voice. “You're coming tonight right?” you ask pulling away as you do so. “Wouldn't miss it for the world Babe” You untangle from him and make your way to the kitchen. “Did you eat before you came here, Suki?” You say to him. “Yeah I did but I want something else to eat” He smirks and traps you between the counters. He kisses you harshly and you pull away. “Babe, I already told you it's too early for us to be doing that stuff” You shrug and try to weave between his arms. “But baby~ We’ve been dating for so long, three months I think?” He thinks about it.

You steal a surprise kiss from him. “Yeah, I guess we've been dating for a while but I just want to make sure I lose it too,” You say turning around and opening your fridge grabbing some milk. He sighs “If I wasn’t the one I would’ve left long ago” He grumbles while you fetch some cereal pouring it in the bowl. You grab the milk and sit down eating your cereal. “Look, I know you're not happy about this situation, but I'm not ready and you said you’d respect that,” you say mouth half full of cereal. He makes his way towards you and takes a seat next to you. “Plus I already offered to please you but you weren’t interested so I don’t know what you want.” You shrug and eat more cereal. He comes close to your ear and whispers, “I want you bent overlooking all prett-” You start laughing “Me, bent over, for you?” You point your spoon at yourself. “God Bakugou, you are one horny bastard.” You finish your cereal and drink the milk. You put the bowl back down. Milk dripping from your mouth, he brings up his thumb to your mouth wiping it. You stare at him with wide eyes and feel your face get hot. Blush attacking your face and you get up rushing over to the sink turning the water on rinsing the bowl out. “Bakugou when I can trust you fully and know you want to be with me for real and not just because of my body, then we can do whatever you want. But I’m just not ready.” You sigh “So I have an appointment in about an hour so if you're still here while I’m at my appointment. Could you lock the door before you leave thanks, babe.” You say as you rush out of the house and into your car. You start it and back out of the driveway. Making your way to the hairdressers.

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You arrive at the hairdressers and get out of your car. Grabbing your keys from your pocket you lock the doors. You walk up to the familiar doors of the hair business. You open the doors and walk up to the receptionist's desk and your hairdresser comes up. “Oh hey (y/n) just take a seat over there and I'll be with you in a second.” She smiles softly and you smile back. Walking over to the seat she pointed to. You saw her disappear into the back but to return with some new shampoo and towels. She walks over to your seat and props the items she was holding up on a shelf and grabs a cover to put around you. “So are you excited for the ball tonight? I heard it's the biggest one the city has thrown.” She smiles brightly “Of course! When have you ever seen me not at a ball” You smile back and she begins to do your hair giving it a trim before asking what you want to be done. “I was kind of thinking like a bun and then some braids around it? Will I have enough hair” You laugh and she nods fiddling with your hair. “Girl, you have hair for days I don't know what you mean” She giggles softly at your comment. She starts doing your hair wetting it slightly. “So I heard that some prince is going to be there. He's supposedly looking for a wife” You frown at the comment. “Yeah I heard about that, but you know already I have Bakugou. Plus it's not like I could catch a prince's attention” You sigh realizing Bakugou isn’t gonna let you around any other man this evening. “Yeah I know but you're so beautiful if anybody could do it, it would be you (y/n).” You laugh at her comment and shake your head slightly. “Me, no, how about you? You’re so pretty any guy would be lucky to have you.” You smile at her.

“Ok! How does that look?” She asked as she finished my hair. “Great! Also, could you maybe do my makeup here I don’t want to drive across town” You pout and bring out your phone canceling the appointment? “Yeah, sure what kind of look are you going for?” You think back to your dress and it's a deep blue with white stars all along with it. “Hm, so it should match my dress so how about a navy blue look with little specks of white glitter” You suggest and she nods going into the back room. She comes back with some makeup and brushes. She starts doing your makeup and before long it's done. You open your eyes and smile. “Wow, it looks amazing, thank you” You get up from the chair and grab your purse. You hold your wrist out and she scans it. “Have a great day don’t forget to book an appointment a week before you plan on coming.” She smiles and bows as you walk out of the shop. You check the time on your phone and realize you only have two hours to get ready.

You quickly drive home and when you arrive you check the time. “Damn I only have an hour and a half to get ready.” You sigh rushing into the house and unlocking it signaling that Bakugou had left, probably to get ready as well. You quickly run up the stairs to see the beautiful gown is displayed on the mannequin you had in the room.

It was a deep ocean blue that faded into a white on the bottom. It had started displayed all across it and on the top part it curved down right above your belly button. Covering just the right amount of breast but enough to show off how nice they looked. Bakugou wouldn’t be happy as the back was very flashy as well. You quickly put on the big dress and it took a while. You fix your hair and right after you're done you hear someone honk outside your house. Must be the limo you thought. You grab the black heels you were going to wear for the night and rush down the stairs. You leave your house and see the limo. You lock the doors and rush to the limo jumping inside making sure to grab all of your dress and not to get it caught in the door of the car. You realized you forgot your mask at home but remembered it was around your neck. You slipped it one when putting on the dress.

After about half an hour of driving, you ended up arriving at a big castle-like mansion. “Thanks!” You say to the driver and hop out of the car putting your mask on. You make your way to the entrance and flashes start going off. People were taking pictures of you so you started to pose. After a few minutes, you walk into the big palace and see everyone either talking or dancing. Some people looked up at you while some ignored you. You saw someone with green flowy hair offer a hand out to you. You take it and smile walking down the stairs with him. Bakugou wouldn’t be too mad right? It's just one dance. He places his hand in yours and one on your waist. You both started dancing to the instrumental music playing. “I haven’t seen you around here before, are you now?” You had curiosity getting the better of you. “Wouldn’t you like to know Doll.” He smirks at you and spins you around. “Yes I guess you could say that I’m new” He spins you around again and stops you bringing you close to his face. But before he can kiss you someone pulls you away from him bringing you to his chest. The scent was familiar, it was Bakugou. “Move along extra she's mine” You hear him say to the green-haired boy. “Calm down man we were just dancing” The green boy raised his hands like he was innocent. “Yeah what dancing do you mean because I think you mean you trying to get your lips to dance across hers” He groans and pulls you away with him to the center of the ballroom. He grabs your waist and starts dancing. You look into his crimson red eyes and smile blushing softly. “I’m sorry baby he offered to dance I di-” He cuts you off with a kiss and you pull back blushing even harder. “Uhm can we go get some fresh air.” He nods wrapping his arm around your waist. You make your way to the garden where you could see the edge of the city. You both walk around the garden and soon make it to the edge where you look down and see clouds. “Bakugou, I have something to tell you.” You fiddle with your fingers and look up at him. “I don’t think this is going to work out-” He groans and starts laughing. “Fuck- I’m so glad now I can get rid of you” He has an evil grin on his face. “Wh-what do you mean Bakugou?” Your eyes widen as you step away from the edge but he grabs you. “God, do you know how hard it is for me to be around you all the time. ‘Bakubaby’ really come up with something less annoying please” He rolls his eyes and tears prick your eyes. “I just wanted to hit it with the dip” He starts laughing and you struggle to get out of his grip. He brings your body closer to the edge of the city. “God, I've been wanting to do this for so long, a quick and easy way out and if people come looking for you I can just say you fell off the edge. Even better I can say it right after I throw you off. I’ll start crying and hyperventilating screaming. Saying ‘oh shit she fell’” He started imitating what he’ll do once you're plummeting to your death. “Please- no- don't please” You plead with him. He lightens his grip on you but just as you thought you got through to him he throws you off and you scream.

And there you were, falling. Watching what it felt like slow-mo. He had a devilish smile on his face and you had tears running down your face. You felt the wind flow through your hair and your dress move all around. It was kind of peaceful if you think about it. The sun was setting letting a pink tint fall onto them. But in reality, this was the scariest moment in your life “Fuck” You say right before you fall into some trees and blackout.

(Next chapter sneak peek)

You open your eyes slightly surrounded by trees. You see a blurry figure hovering over you. Hair tinted white and red “You lucky son of a bitch” He says in shock as you get picked up. You moan and he looks down at you while he's carrying you. “I know it hurts but I’ll make it go away” and with that, you close your eyes.

An: This is my first time writing in like two years so if it's not up to your standards I'm sorry. But if you wanna be tagged in the next part then comment! Also if you have some suggestions on how I can improve please tell me I'm always open to criticism

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