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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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buck x fem reader work together / secretly dating but they act like they hate each other and the team doesn’t know. reader is also bobby’s daughter (or niece up to you) and scared of his reaction (prompts 17, 37, 42, 81)

Unconventional

Evan Buckley x Reader

Prompts: #17: “We shouldn’t be doing this”, #37: “Uh why is your shirt inside out?”, #42: “I love you”, #81: “I can explain”

Warnings: fem!reader, worrying, vulgar/suggestive comments (kinda but not really ?), suggested sexual content, a few swear words, kissing, mentions of hospitals, surgery and injuries.

Category: fluff with a lil angst

Word Count: 4.4k

Author's Note: I wrote it as bobby’s niece, it just made more sense :) hope you liked it!!

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Evan Buckley was a pain in your ass.

He had been since the day you met him. His annoyingly attractive face, his stupid pretty blue eyes and his smile, not to mention how sweet he was. You couldn't help but hate him. Not in the typical “I hate your guts and hope you fall down a flight of stairs” way but in the “god you’re gorgeous and I want to marry you” way.

Did you plan on liking the ridiculously attractive firefighter ? Most definitely not.

Were you also planning on dating him in secret ? Also a no.

Hence why you were sitting in his jeep on a Saturday at 3 in the morning. The two of you had gone on a date to this little restaurant outside of the city but everything that could go wrong kind of did go wrong.

Buck’s shift was supposed to end at 6 but they got a call last minute so he didn’t get home until 7:30. You called to push the reservation back and when he did pick you up, you got stuck in traffic. By the time the two of you got to the restaurant, it was 8:30 and the woman said she called to see if the two of you still needed the reservation but there was no answer (she didn’t call but neither of you were in the mood to argue) - Now it's 9 pm and the two of you still haven't had dinner. Venturing down the block, there was nowhere that seemed appealing. The night really began at some random mom and pop dinner you spotted by the beach. Deciding to have your own little dinner date on the beach, it was now 9:30. Buck had a blanket in the trunk (you didn’t ask why nor did you really wanna know) and you sat on the beach and had dinner. Time flew by, it was around 1 when the two of you began wondering what time it was.

The date was now prolonged by Buck’s craving for something sweet so once again, the two of you were on a hunt but for somewhere to go. He googled the closest ice cream parlour but most places were closed, he searched until he finally found a place that was 20 minutes away. It was totally worth the drive considering it was some of the best ice cream you've had in your life. Which now brought you to 2:20 in the morning, the two of you were still sitting on the hood on his jeep, a container of half eaten ice cream between you.

Buck looked over at you, a smile on his face. “Did you have fun ? despite, you know, all the shit that went wrong ?” you chuckled, “I did.” Buck had a shift at 11 so it was time for the night to come to an end. One of his hands held yours and the other on the wheel, you were staring out the window as the breeze blew by.

“Something on your mind babe?” Buck asked you, glancing over at you as you turned towards him.

“We shouldn’t be doing this” you mumbled, you didn’t want to end things with him but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have doubts about where this relationship was going. “What do you mean ?” he asks, his eyes on the road. “I mean how long are we going to hide this from everyone ?” your eyes back out the window, Buck sighed and the conversation dropped. There were a few minutes of silence and the tension filled the car, Buck finally spoke up “you were the one that didn’t want to say anything.” his voice came off a bit harsher than you expected, letting go of his hand, your body shifted towards the door and way from him. He noticed your change in emotion and seating.

“Babe, I'm sorry. It's just that you didn’t want to say anything and it’s entirely your choice. I get it but we can figure it out. One step at a time, okay ?” Buck looks over at you when he pulls into the parking lot. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine.” leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek. “Good night Buck, thank you for tonight” you give him a smile and get out of the jeep. Buck follows you, “let me walk you up,” he grabs your wrist, the two of you stopped in the middle of the parking lot. “That’s fine, I'll text you so you know I’m okay. You need to get home anyways, you have a shift and you need your sleep” shaking your head, you pull your hand away from him and head inside before he can ask again.

He was right, it was your choice not to say anything but you weren't sure how your uncle would react. This relationship wouldn't just affect your relationship with him but also his relationship with Buck. You didn’t- couldn't let Buck jeopardize his work life for his love life.

Shutting the door once you get into your apartment, you send a text to your boyfriend.

To Lover Boy Buck: I’m home, text me when you get home. Sleep well <3

From Lover Boy Buck: Just pulled in, goodnight babe

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Athena’s birthday was on Saturday and Bobby had planned a surprise party for her. With a little help from May, things were in place.

Bobby had taken Athena out for lunch at some fancy cafe that was impossible to get into and then to see a play. While they were out, you headed over to their place to help May set up. Upon arriving, you saw that Hen was already there as was Buck.

“Good afternoon my loves!” you shout as you walk over to the kitchen. “I come with coffee” you hand a cup to May and the other to Hen, the two are thankful for the coffee as you had a shit ton of decorating to do and only a few hours to get it done. Buck leant against the wall by the kitchen entryway, “where's mine?” he asked which made you roll your eyes. “Didn’t know that you were gonna be here, no one invited you anyways.” you reply, sorting through the packages of balloons on the table, you toss one and it hits him square in the face.

“Ow!” he shouts, rubbing his cheek.

“Oh did I hurt you ?” you ask, pouting at him mockingly.

Considering the weird note that the two of you left on during your last date, plus not being able to see each other that week left things in a bit of a mess.

May and Hen exchange glances, “Buck, how about you help put up the banner in the backyard ?” she practically dragged Buck by the arm and into the yard. May was in the kitchen icing some cupcakes that she and Harry had made the night before when she called for you.

“Why don't you get along with Buck ? I don't know him all the well but he seems like a good guy” May pleads his case unintentionally.

He is a good guy

“Ever meet someone and you just don’t like them ?” you ask, she hums. “That’s me with Buck” is what came out instead.

“I get it.” she nodded, she began telling you about a guy in her chemistry class that just got on her nerves all the time. You excused yourself when the doorbell rang. Chim and Maddie had arrived right as Karen pulled into the driveway with Denny and Nia. You let everyone in and they began helping too. About an hour later, Eddie arrives with Chris and the cake. You take the cake from him so he can help Chris with his jacket.

“Buck!” you shout

“Yeah ba- yeah ?” he corrects himself last second. Your eyes widen at the word that almost slipped out of his mouth. No one seem to catch it except for Chim who gave you a weird look but you just brush it off.

“Take this, I need to change.” you hand the cake off to him and head to the bathroom to change into your dress. A few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door and then it opened.

“Hey! I'm chang- oh it’s just you” you mumble as he shuts the door. Buck’s back pressed up against the door. “Are you just gonna watch me or are you going to help me?” you turn, your back towards him now. Pulling your hair over your shoulder, you feel one of Buck’s hands on your waist and then the tug of the zipper.

“Must you always fight with me, y/n ?” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your waist. “Must you always get on my nerves, Evan ?” you were looking back at him in the mirror, he flashed you a smile and nodded, a rather amused look on his face. “Yeah, it's kind of my job to irritate you” his arms loosen as you turn around to face him now, leaning back against the counter. “Well I guess then I have to fight with you” running your hand through his hair, he leans into you, his forehead against yours.

“You know, they say make love, not war” he whispers, his lips almost touching yours. A little chuckle slips past your lips, “is this your way of saying that we should stop fighting ?” you mumble as you press a kiss to his lips. Buck pulls you closer to him - which you didn’t even think was possible, “no, it’s my way of saying we should make love” he smiles against your lips as he lifts you up onto the counter and you let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. “Oops” a hand comes up to cover your mouth. Buck can't help but smile, you were adorable and all he wanted was to go out there and tell everyone that he’s in love with you, something he hadn't even told you yet, but at last, he could not.

“You’re cheesy, you know that right ?” looking up at him whilst you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “If you want to fuck me, just say so” he tells you to which you reply “you're so vulgar Evan” while rolling your eyes.

“Oh I'll show you vulgar” he chuckles and pulls off his shirt, his hand reaching behind you to unzip your dress.

Buck left the bathroom first, the house had filled up within the 20 minutes the two of you were in the bathroom. He ran his hand through his hair in hopes to fix it from the tugging that just happened. As he stepped out into the backyard, his sister’s voice called out to him.

“Buck!” she walked over, “you’ve been so busy I haven't gotten a chance to say hi yet” she pulls her brother into a hug. Maddie’s face screws into a confused look. “Did you try a new body wash or something ?” she looks up at Buck, his brows furrow but he shakes his head. “Why?” he asks, “you smell like mint” she informs him.

You step out into the backyard, a tube of mint chapstick between your fingers, being applied to your lips. Buck’s eyes were on you, watching as the tube rubbed across your lips, his mind back to those lips were moments ago. Chimney’s voice caused him to pull his eyes away from you and onto him.

“Uh why is your shirt inside out?” Chim asks him, brows raised. Buck looks down and his shirt is on inside out, “uh, I- uh I had to change.” he says, hoping they’d believe him.

“You had that shirt on when we got here.” Chim had a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh Christopher is calling for me, excuse me” Buck walks off before they could say anything. He did indeed make his way over to Eddie and Chris, you were on the other side of the backyard when your phone chimed.

From Lover Boy Buck: Couldn't you have told me my shirt was on inside out?

To Lover Boy Buck: And how was I supposed to know that ? I didn’t have time to look at you

From Lover Boy Buck: Oh really ? You had plenty of time a few minutes ago

To Lover Boy Buck: Behave.

From Lover Boy Buck: Make me.

You roll your eyes at his comment, May coming out and shouting that they just pulled in. Everyone stood by the backdoors, waiting for Athena and Bobby to come in.

Athena had a blindfold on as Bobby led her down the stairs to the backyard. “I swear if you did somethin-” he undoes the blindfold mid sentence.

“Surprise!!” everyone shouts, Athena had a huge smile on her face. She turns to Bobby, “you did all this ?” he smiles but shakes his head, “I had some help” nodding towards May, Athena walked over to her daughter to give her a hug. Bobby and Athena went around to say hello to everyone, Bobby coming over to you and Eddie, Buck and Chris were sitting beside each other. “Hey” Bobby smiled at the two of you, “hey” you smiled back before you gave him a hug.

“What do I own you for today ?” he asks you

“Nothing at all, I'm glad I could help.”

“Are you sure kid ?”

“Yeah, I'm good. I’ll let you know if I need something uncle Bobby”

He smiles and goes off to talk to Chim and Maddie. Eddie switches places with Buck, Christopher showing his father the trick that Buck just showed him. “You’re good with kids” you tell him, “yeah, I know” he replies. “You're also an arrogant asshole but perspective I suppose.” Buck chuckled at your comment, watching as you walked away.

It was a while before you sat down for dinner, you were in the house with Bobby, helping him bring stuff out while everyone got seated. When you returned, there were two seats left. One at the head of the table, which was where your uncle was currently headed, leaving you no choice but to sit beside Buck. “Pass me the green bowl ?” he asks you, “no thanks” you reply nonchalantly. Bobby gives you a look, “y/n, pass him the bowl” you sighed and handed the bowl to Buck who was snickering. It took all of you not to smack this man in front of everyone.

A hand on your upper thigh startled you, you coughed and Eddie looked at you from across the table, his brows furrowed. Your hand comes down to rest on top of Buck’s. Chris followed his father’s look over to you, “are you okay y/n?” he asked you sweetly, you smiled at him. “I’m okay buddy, thank you for asking” Buck bit the inside of his cheek, holding back a smile. Oh how he wanted to kiss you right now, but again, he couldn't really do that, could he? He settled for holding your hand under the table like teenagers for now.

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8 o'clock and you were supposed to be there 20 minutes ago. Bobby was probably there wondering where you were. You were supposed to be having dinner with your uncle tonight to tell him about you and Buck. Buck offered to tell him but you felt like it was only right for you to tell him.

You dialled the number but it rang out. You assumed he was still driving or maybe he was ruining late too. The phone rang while you searched for something to wear. It was Bobby.

“Hey!” you answer, “I'm gonna be a little late”

“Y/n, we’re gonna have to take a rain check on dinner.” Something was wrong, you could tell from the way he answered.

“Everything okay ? Are you still at work ?”

“I’m at the hospital.”

“What? Why? Are you okay ? Is it Athena ?”

“Athena and I are fine. It’s Buck, he’s in surgery right now. I don't think I'll be leaving anything soon. I’m sorry about dinner.”

Your heart dropped when he said it was Buck.

“Did anyone tell Maddie ? Do you want me to pick her up ?”

“It's alright, Chim went and got her. You don't have to come, we’re ok-”

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes”

Grabbing the keys, you’ve never run down the stairs so fast in your life. The whole drive over, it felt like the world was moving in slow motion. He’d still be in surgery when you arrived but you needed to know what happened.

I love you Evan Buckley.

The 5 words replaying in your head over and over again. The 5 words you hadn’t gotten the chance to say to him. The team plus Maddie and Athena were in the waiting room. Bobby came over and gave you a hug, “is he okay ? Did you guys hear anything ?” you ask as you sit beside Maddie. “Not yet” Bobby returns to his seat.

“Mads, I'm sorry” you gave her a hug, she gave you a small smile. “It’s okay. Buck’ll pull through. He always does.”

3 hours later and still nothing, he had been in surgery 2 hours prior to you arriving, bringing it to a total of 5 hours. Athena and Bobby left for a few minutes to see if they could get an update on him. You looked around the room, Eddie was leant against the wall, his legs on the chairs in front of him, Hen stood by the window on the phone with who you assumed was Karen. Chim’s arm was wrapped around Maddie, her head resting on his shoulder.

Bobby and Athena returned telling everyone that there was no update other than he was still in surgery. Your leg bounced as you waited, Bobby rested a hand on your knee when he sat back down.

“You okay kid ?”

“Mhm hm why ?”

“You only bounce your leg when you’re nervous. You’re sure you’re okay ?”

“Yeah, I'm gonna go get some coffee” you announce as you get up. If you spent another minute in that room, you were going to combust, you couldn't take it. “Does anyone want anything ?” there were a few mumbles of no but Eddie gets up and says he’ll come with you. The two of you walk down the hallway to the other end. Slipping a bill into the machine, it buzzes and then nothing. Eddie watches as you push the button a few times. Frustrated and tired, your hand smacks against the machine. A few nurses glare in your direction.

“Hey, go get some air okay ? I’ll get the coffee and meet you outside” Eddie’s hand on your back, leading you to the doors.

“Eddie, I'm fine”

“Y/n, go. You’ve been in here for a while and honestly, I could use the air too.”

Not in the mood to protest, you step outside. It was a little past 11 now, it was dark and cold out. Your back pressed up against the brick wall, the coldness seeping through your shirt. A hand running over your face in an attempt to wake you up, you sigh as the door opens.

“Here” Eddie handed you a mug that didn’t look like it came from a machine. The mug read “#1 nurse” on it and his says “world’s best mom” your brows furrow, looking at the man standing beside you. “I sweet talked one of the nurses, it's fine. I promised to return the mugs when we're done.” he says casually, making you smile. You had always enjoyed Eddie’s company, he didn’t ask questions or poke around in your life, he just lived in the moment.

“Cute shirt” he chuckles, looking down at the blue t-shirt you had on. You hadn't realized that you left wearing it. “Oh thanks” you mumble, taking a sip of coffee. “It’s Buck’s, isn't it?” he asks, you almost choked on the coffee.

“Wha- why would you ask me that ?”

“It reeks of his cologne,” Eddie chucked. “I’ve known for months, y/n. The two of you aren't as slick as you think.”

“Who else knows ?”

“No one that I know of, Chim has an idea but he hasn't said anything”

You hummed, looking out at the parking lot in front of you. “Does Bobby know ?” Eddie’s eyes practically burn into your side.

“I was going to tell him tonight.”

Eddie’s phone buzzed before he could say anything else. “Let’s go in, the doctors are out.” Eddie followed you into the building and back into the waiting room. The doctor has just stepped in, she glanced back at you and Eddie, “Are you here for Buckley as well ?”

“Yeah, how is he?” Eddie asks, the two of you step further into the room. “He’s stable as of now, we managed to stop the bleeding. He’s asleep but he’s got a long road ahead of him.” the doctor inform everyone, you watch as Maddie lets out a sigh, her hand squeezing Chim’s. “I can take someone in, if they’d like to go in” Chim let go of Maddie’s hand as she went to follow the doctor down the hall. Eddie could sense the change in body language, you were relaxed until Maddie stepped out with the doctor. His hand rests on your back again, “let’s sit down. You can go in after” he whispered to you. To anyone else in the room, it would look like something was happening between you and Eddie but he was just comforting you. There was nothing happening.

The person you were in love with was laying in a hospital bed at the other end of the hallway.

One by one, everyone went in to see him. Chim went in first, meeting Maddie in his room. When they return, they let everyone know he’s awake. Bobby and Athena are next, they go in for a few minutes. Hen was after them, you could hear them laughing from the other end of the hallway.

It was so good to hear him laugh.

You and Eddie went in last. Eddie sat beside his bed on the chair, he and Buck having a conversation. Eddie looked over at you, you were standing by the door. “I think I'll go call Chris and let him know you’re alright” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder before stepping out the room.

Buck’s attention was now on you. “hey you” he mumbles, trying to shift into a sitting position. “Don’t move, you’ll rip your stitches.” you take a seat where Eddie was a few moments ago. Buck’s hand reaches for yours, although he was awake, his hand felt cold. Your hand rubbed against his, his eyes on you. Neither of you say anything to the other.

“I thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“You’ll never lose me, y/n” Buck’s hand squeezes yours.

“But I almost did and I hated every minute of it.” the tears welling up by your eyes, you blink a few times to get rid of them but instead a few slip down. Buck reaches up to wipe your tears, his hand cupping your cheek.

“All of this for me ?” he teases, “there was no need to worry, you know that, right?”

“You scared me you ass, don't do that” you sniffle, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something” his eyes were on yours, now you were worried again. “Okay, what is-”

“I love you” he blurts out.

“Oh Buck” you breathe, the soft expression on his face changes to a worried one. “Oh god, I'm sor-” your hand comes up and covers his mouth.

“I love you too” you smile at him, you can feel him smile against your hand. Moving your hand to his cheek, “you do ?” he asks, you nod. “How can I not ?” Leaning out of the chair, your lips meet his. Your hand is still cupping his face and his hand lifting off the bed to meet your waist. Shifting from the chair to the bed, you sat beside Buck, your lips still on his.

“Excuse me?” someone clears their throat, Buck pulls away to look at who's by the door. Bobby stood in the doorway, his arms folded in front of him and a rather amused Athena beside him. Buck’s eyes widen, you look over your shoulder to see your uncle standing there.

“I can explain. Bobby I-” Buck starts, but Bobby cuts him off. “It’s okay Buck, I know.” he steps into the room.

“You do?” the two of you say at the same time, both of you looking at him. Bobby nods, “I might be old - well older than you two but I’m not dumb” he chuckles, “if anything, you two are the dumb ones for thinking I wouldn't know.” he says

“I was going to tell you at dinner”

“I figured as much, I also figured you’d want to be here when Buck woke up”

“Thank you for calling” you smile at him, he gives you a nod. “Everyone is heading home, are you going to stay with him ?”

You hum, your attention back on Buck. You could hear Athena and Bobby whispering in the back and then the door shuts. Buck shifts slightly on the bed, making space for you. Laying on your side, beside him, your finger traces over the words tattooed on his forearm. The world had come to a pause finally, the things around you didn’t matter right now. Everything you cared about was beside you, the hospital wasn't the ideal place but all you cared about that he was okay.

“Tell me again” you whisper, your head on his shoulder. Buck turns his head to look at you.

“I love you y/n l/n”

“I love you Evan Buckley”

Turns out you did get to say those 5 words after all.

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emmyhem · 3 years

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always (l.r.h)

a/n: hi everyone! this is a lil angsty piece i wanted to get up. i just want to say again how sorry i am for not getting anything up for the past two weeks, i’ve just been overwhelmed with some stuff for my classes, but i am starting to get back in the swing of things now. also, this is unedited as i was rushing to get it up in time. i do plan on posting something else tomorrow night and hopefully i’ll be posting pretty consistently from now on. also this does end kind of abruptly but i wanted to leave it like that because i’m a sucker for angst, with that being said i would be happy to write a part two if that’s something you’d be interested in. anyway, feedback and comments are appreciated as always and i hope you’re all having an amazing day/night. enjoy! - emmy <33

pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: luke recounts his mistake and hopes he can patch things up with his always.

warnings: very brief mention of sex, cursing, mentions of alcohol, luke’s being an asshole, mention of pinching (idk), slight insecurity from the reader, lots of angst :(

word count: 2.6k

Luke had always hated the quiet. That’s when his thoughts were the loudest. That must be why he had never really liked being alone with himself.

Tonight in particular, his thoughts were practically screaming, one word over and over again.

“Y/n”

For the past two years that name had acted as his most favorite word, one that he would utter whenever he had gotten the chance. Whether it be to brag about your recent accomplishments to his friends, to catch your attention from another room, or falling from his lips with a sigh of pleasure as he reached completion with you laying breathlessly beneath him.

Now the word seemed torturous, the last time he uttered it replaying on a relentless loop in his head.

It was your 2nd anniversary. Dinner had been laid out on the table for an hour. Two glasses of wine sat untouched in front of a vase of roses you had picked out at the florist earlier that morning, and there was no sign of Luke.

You were wracking through your brain as you watched a petal fall from a rose and land lightly in one of the glasses.

Had you gotten the time wrong?

But you were sure that the two of you had agreed on 8:00 for dinner, that way you had time to get everything ready after getting home from work, and Luke wouldn’t have to rush to leave the studio.

Yet somehow you found yourself staring at the now cold dinner at 9:30, with absolutely no word from Luke. You wanted to call, if for no other reason than to check he was still alive and breathing, but your nerves stopped you from doing that, not wanting to take on the role of the overbearing girlfriend.

Your stomach growled hungrily over the light music that was playing through the house speakers. So, begrudgingly you took a bite of the pasta on your plate before downing your entire glass of wine.

Luke arrived home about 2 hours later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He caught sight of the table, with one setting completely untouched as he hung up his coat, causing guilt to pang in his chest.

“Baby,” he called out, carrying himself to your shared bedroom.

When no response came his heart rate sped up in fear that you had left.

“Y/n” he called, louder this time with a sense of urgency clear in his voice.

That’s when he spotted a person sized lump underneath the duvet. Releasing a sigh of relief he moved towards you, peeling the blankets off and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder.

This caused you to stir a bit, eyes fluttering open to meet him.

“Hi, my love.” he cooed.

A frown was prominent on your face, and a crease separated your eyebrows as they furrowed angrily.

“I’m sorry I’m late. We got a bit carried away in the studio, but in good news the album is coming along great. M’so excited for you to hear it”

You had always tried to be understanding of Luke’s job for many reasons. One being that you both reaped the benefit of his success, you wanted for essentially nothing, had a nice house, the opportunity to travel, and Luke often spoiled you with gifts even if you asked him not to. Another being how happy it made your boyfriend. Music truly was his passion, and he was so talented that you wouldn’t want for him to ever put his work on the back burner for you.

With that being said, you made a point to take time off to spend time with him whenever you were able to. You had even changed jobs because your last one hadn’t allowed you to go on tour with him, which he had been adamant about, insisting, “There’s no way I can be away from you for that long.”

And you were happy to do all of those things, because you were in love, and you felt incredibly lucky to even be a part of his world. But you did start to question things as your relationship went on. It felt like Luke didn’t even consider your job. He only saw it as something that took you away from him.

You had worked hard to get where you were in the occupational field. Without your job all you would have to do is sit around and wait for Luke to be ready for you, and you just couldn’t live like that.

Luke turned on the lamp on your nightstand as you slowly sat up in bed.

“2 weeks Luke, we’ve had these plans for two weeks.”

“I know baby I tried, but you know how it is when inspiration strikes.” he dismissed while sitting the flowers on the ground.

“No, I don’t. Do you not think that I have things I could be doing for work? Cause I do, and I choose this over all of that.” you huffed in frustration.

Luke took a deep breath while subtly rolling his eyes.

“Y/n, I’m sorry for missing dinner, but you don’t understand the pressure I’m under, from the fans, the label, management, and the band.”

“I know that you work hard and I know how important this is to you, and I’m so proud of you, but I’m proud of us too and I would’ve liked to have a night for just us.” you tried to explain. “Not to mention the fact that I’m under pressure in my job too and I always find time for you, no matter what.”

“Yea, you have pressure from a job that you don’t need.” his voice rising in anger with each word as he paced around the room.

“How many times do I have to tell you Luke? It’s my job, it’s a part of my life and I don’t plan on giving it up anytime soon.” you shouted.

“Great.” he replied sarcastically. “Then you should understand that I won’t give up my job anytime soon.”

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking for a bit of consideration, and just a sliver of your time.”

“I’m working to make us more money.” he stated.

“Luke, we don’t need any more money. You should be working because you enjoy it and because it’s your passion.”

He let out a condescending laugh before turning to look in your eyes.

“Yea, well you don’t seem to mind all the money when you're sitting at home in the house that I bought, and leeching off of my bank account on the daily. D’ya think you could afford all the shit you have just based on your salary?” he spat crudely.

You physically leaned back as if the words had just actually been thrown at you. They must’ve, because the pain they caused felt far too real to just be emotional. You opened your mouth to fight back, to scream, to do something but the lump in your throat prevented anything to come out other than a sad, and pathetic squeak.

Was that what he thought about you?

This had caught you completely off guard. Sure, you were expecting an argument, you’d even say you were expecting a big one, but you would’ve never guessed he would throw this in your face.

You felt betrayed. It had always made you insecure that you were making such little money compared to your boyfriend.

Some days after receiving your paycheck you would go out and spend it all on Luke, solely because you wanted to know that you could contribute too. You would do that whenever you got the chance, to reassure that your work was important, and valid. And mainly to show Luke that you appreciated all he did for you.

He would always reply, “You don’t have to do this, love. I like spoiling my girl.”

Yeah right.

“I wasn’t, I m-mean I don’t try to lee-,” you paused, the word feeling too gross to repeat back.

“Well, you do whether you're trying or not so the least you can do is give me a break occasionally.” he spoke casually, while changing into sweats as if he wasn’t ripping you apart with every word.

You kept a blank stare at the bedroom door, your eyes already stinging with unshed tears. You wished you could be angrier but his words left you questioning and feeling guilty.

As hard as you’d tried to provide for yourself and make your own way you couldn’t help but wonder if you had subconsciously started leaning on him, more than you had ever wanted.

Luke continued getting ready for bed, not taking a second look at you since hitting you with his harsh words.

“I-I’m sorry.” you croaked.

“It’s fine, Y/n I just wish you could’ve been slightly more understanding.” he continued, still not facing you.

“I think that maybe, I mean, um I gotta go.” you were speaking through tears, as you abruptly stood from the bed and hurried to leave the room.

This caught Luke’s attention causing him to spin in your direction at lightning speed, finally taking in your emotional state.

“Going? Going where? I-what are you talking about?”

You didn’t reply, grabbing your keys, bag, and shoes as you continued to speed to the front door.

“Y/n!” he continued, following closely behind you.

You paused at the front door and turned to meet his eyes. His stressed appearance subsided as you allowed him the opportunity to talk.

“You’re upset.” he concluded, reaching a hand out to hold your cheek.

You leaned away from his touch and shook your head lightly, “M’not.”

His features softened and he took another step closer to you, “You are. I’m sorry, I was harsh.”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know?”

“I don’t want t-to leech” you stuttered out.

This rendered Luke speechless, realizing how cruel his words had been. You had taken this as an opportunity to exit the house, quickly running to your car. Luke made it to the driveway just in time to see you drive away.

“Fuck” he snapped, jogging back towards the house to get his phone and call you in hopes of convincing you to come back.

After calling you at least 20 times with no response he conceded and decided he should try and get some sleep, that way he was rested enough to get you to forgive him in the morning.

His body fell naturally to his side of the bed, but his eyes lingered on where you typically laid.

Rolling onto his back, eyes finding the ceiling he muttered to himself, “I’m an idiot.”

Eventually he was tiring out, the bedroom ceiling growing extremely boring after staring for so long. He turned on his side to hug your pillow to his chest. As his hand slid under the pillow it came into contact with an envelope that had been hidden underneath.

He sat up and flicked on a lamp to read the front, “To my Lu”

He could tell that you had taken your time penciling on your words, each letter was flawless and written delicately. Before ripping it open he hesitated, questioning whether or not he even deserved to see what was inside after the way he spoke to you. The selfish part of his brain won for the second time that night.

The first thing he saw after opening was two airline tickets situated just in front of a folded piece of notebook paper.

He held his breath as he brought them into the light, two roundtrip business tickets to Sydney.

He rushed to read the note you had left with them, unfolding it quickly.

“Lu,

Happy two years, my love. I can’t believe I’ve been lucky enough to call you mine for this long. Not a day goes by where I’m not in complete and utter awe of you and everything you do for me. I know how hard you work and how much you miss home and your family while you continue to grow in your music, and in yourself everyday. I know these aren’t the best tickets you’ve ever had by any means or the most extravagant vacation you’ve taken, but I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I know you deserve, and need a break. We have 2 weeks, we leave tomorrow. I’ve worked it all out with the guys and your label. I know this is just a small way to repay you for the way you’ve taken care of me and the way you’ve loved me so selflessly for so long but I hope it shows you just a sliver of how much I love you.

Yours always,

Y/n”

He traced the letters of your name repeatedly as he blinked back a few stinging tears, before falling asleep, the note clutched tightly to his chest.

That was a week, and about 100 missed calls ago.

About two days after you left, your friend had called to let him know that you were safe and staying with her for the time being. It had slightly lessened his worry, but the guilt he felt grew exponentially each day he had no reason to say your name.

He had claimed your side of the bed as his own in hopes that it would bring you closer to him. When he had finally dragged himself out of bed to shower he used your body wash and as embarrassing as it sounds nearly cried when the room was flooded with the familiar rose scented steam. And tonight while scouring through the liquor cabinet and feeling completely sorry for himself he had come across a bottle of tequila that you had purchased on your most recent vacation.

Luke had put a serious dent in it by the time he was done scrolling through all of his pictures of you, and his finger began to itch with the need to call you.

Through blurry and clouded eyes he located your contact, a breath hitching in his throat when he clicked the call button.

With each unanswered ring he pinched his wrist, willing himself to wake up and discover this was all just some horrible nightmare, that he would just roll over and see you curled up next to him, warm, and sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect.

“You’ve reached y/n. Sorry I can’t get to the phone, leave a message and I’ll get back to you. Thanks”

But it’s not his nightmare that got him here, it’s his mistake.

“Y/n,” he croaked, his voice hoarse and scratchy as he hasn’t used it much in the past couple of days.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his heart was pounding and his intoxication numbed him from the feeling of the hot tears that streamed down his face as he continued. “M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish and I was talking out of my ass that night, of course you’re not leeching. That’s fucking ridiculous, you couldn’t be, I give you nothing compared to what you give me. I just don’t know how to admit I’m wrong and the money is bullshit, it doesn’t matter, we could both live without it.” his chest felt tight as he took a large gulp of air. “I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby. I need you with me, and I want to fucking give you the world and I know you don’t need me to give it to you. I want to. I just-I want to give you everything, anything. You can have it all. It’s yours. I’m yours, alwa-” his pleads were cut off by the dial tone.

“Always.” he repeated, staring at the black screen.

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country-club · 4 years

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tell me when it kicks in

Reader x Rafe Cameron Summary: you were having a shitty day and decided to go to a party at the Cameron’s. Your friend, Rafe, offers you cocaine. It gets steamy, however, with your mixed emotions and now intoxicated body, your anxiety starts acting up. Warnings: anxiety, mentions of alcohol, drugs and swearing. Let me know if I missed anything. Wordcount: 2.4k

A/n: I described what anxiety feels like for me. It’s not the same for everyone! I have never experienced with hard drugs, so most of the things I just looked up online..

Some days everything feels like shit. They feel like everybody and everything is against you, it is you against the world. Those days feels like all the songs about depression and loneliness you’ve ever heard. Today is one of those days.

It started the minute you woke up and checked your notifications. A picture of your ex showed up on your timeline, kissing the girl who was your best friend all through middle school. The caption read: happy 1 month. With tons of emoticons. You were still friends with the girl, and not only did she not tell you they were dating for an entire month, she also knew you weren’t completely over him.

You spent the day working from 9 to 6 at the shop. Sadly, you had to be the cashier for the day. It was hot and the AC wasn’t working. You had been stuck with the two most annoying colleagues you could imagine; one took too many smoke breaks which led to your break being cut short, and the other talked way too much the girls he had screwed over the weekend.

When you got home, your mom had already eaten dinner with your sibling and left you scraps in the oven. You took a long hot shower and warmed up the dinner your mom had bought. She doesn’t cook well.

There was an empty place on the wall in the kitchen where a photo of your family used to be. Your eyes looked around the kitchen, trying to find the picture. Only when you were cleaning up you noticed it being thrown into the trash bin.

“Mom!”

“What?” she yelled back from the living room. She sounded tipsy, already.

“Did you throw our family picture in the trash?” You walked over to her, holding the picture up. She didn’t even look at you. “Mom! It’s the only picture with dad in it and it never bothered you before.” It is the only picture with him in it. Your mother hasn’t talked to him since the divorce and never seemed to mind the picture, seeing how it’s been a good couple of years now and it hasn’t been taken down.

Minutes after you put it back up, your mother started shouting around the house. She was a nice, smart lady, who likes to have a couple of wines to many combined with the daily sleeping pill. The two of you got along okay, just not when she’s like this. She yelled about what a shitty person your father was and blamed you for her problems, which is totally unfair. You tried to ignore her, not wanting to get into a fight.

“You know what mom, I’m out of here.” And with that you were out the door. She didn’t bother walking after you.

At this point your mind was set on one thing: getting shitfaced and forgetting about this day and its events. And on that note, you drove over to the Cameron’s house. It’s summer which means parties every night at Figure 8.

You didn’t hang out with the Cameron’s much, though you and Rafe would usually be around each other at parties. The two of you flirted a lot, you were friendly. Rafe and you never hung out one on one but seemed almost inseparable when you were with a group of mutual friends. Your friendship was rather normal for the longest time; you didn’t talk about personal things; you would do shots together and sit on his lap at parties. He held your hair when you were throwing up and you would help him mess with Topper. At some point in your friendship one of your friends dared you to kiss him. As drunk as you were, you did. You got up, sat down stripper style on his lap which got you a ton of cheers, and gave him a little kiss on the lips. Rafe had smiled from ear to ear and laughed it off. It had been the same week as your breakup. Things weren’t necessarily tense since, just different. You wouldn’t sit on his lap and the little touches on your shoulders were enough to make you nervous.

There you were, getting out of your car and walking onto the property of the Cameron’s. It looks like a busy night tonight. The yard was crowded, and you were stopped at least 5 times while making your way to the booze. Some asked how you were doing and told you it was nice to see you, a couple of people brought up your ex’s new partner. You mixed in something to drink and tried to find someone to hang out with.

“Hey, Y/n, how you been?” Topper asked as he stopped walking.

“I’m good,” You lied. “where you headed?” You hoped he knew where to find Rafe.

“Basement, want to come with?” Of course, he was going to the basement. No doubt Rafe would be there as well. You followed Topper through the crowd as he led you to the basement, which was a little less crowded. There were a bunch of people rounded up around the couch, mainly girls. You were aware that Rafe was taking and selling cocaine and would bring it to parties. Never had you had the urge to try it, so he never asked. Topper walked past the girls at did this weird little handshake thing with Rafe. Once Topper was done talking to Rafe he sat down next to some girl. Like you, Topper too turned to alcohol when he was feeling down. Not because he necessarily needs to, but his friends keep ‘pressuring’ him to. He’s been going to more parties and throwing them more often as well, since he and Sarah split. With Topper being around more, the two of you grew closer and would hang out outside of parties. He opened up about the performance pressure he felt growing up and in return you told him about your anxiety. You explained to him how much it sucked during high school and the panic attacks you would have when nobody was around. The two of you didn’t bring it up much, but you knew and understood each other a bit better.

Right now, you’re staring around the room, not paying attention to the loud music and conversations going on. Rafe must have noticed you as he was currently standing next to you.

“Glad you came, Y/n.” You did your best to focus on what he was saying. However, you didn’t reply. You weren’t glad you came, just glad you had somewhere to go instead of spending the night home.

“You look like you could use another drink, can I get you something?” All the girls sitting around the coffee table looked like they were having a great time. They didn’t seem to care what anyone thought, and in this moment, you needed not to care about anything.

“Rafe, can I try some?” You were shy to ask, not sure how he would reject. He wrapped his arm around you.

“Sure, baby.” He took you over to the coffee table and made some lines with his credit card. Topper noticed how focused you were and tapped your arm.

“Are you sure, Y/n? Do you know the effects of a cocaine high?” You laughed. You knew he cared, and you knew of the effect of cocaine; you might get anxious or paranoid, however it could also make you confident and give you energy. Rafe sat down in a chair as some of the girls and Topper started doing lines, leaving one for you. You kneeled down and prayed you wouldn’t embarrass yourself. You did your worst and got up again. There weren’t any places left for you to sit so you awkwardly stand in the middle of the circle. Rafe pulled you onto his lap, resting his hand on your leg. You were unsure of when the cocaine would kick in; maybe it already did? It was already hot as hell down here, but it just got even hotter.

“It will only last up to 30 minutes, Y/n.” Rafe whispered.

“It’s like really hot in here.” The others didn’t really notice you or decided to simply focus on anything else. “Can we go outside?” Rafe was about to answer as you already got up of his lap. Your body was suddenly filled with energy, not the tiredness you were feeling before. You told Topper you’d be right back as you took ahold of Rafe’s hand.

“Y/n? I don’t think you should go outside right now-“ He tried to argue as you were already out of the basement. Rafe stopped you from walking out.

“I feel amazing, Rafe. Why haven’t we done this before?” Rafe’s tranquility calmed you down. He liked you too much for you to go down the same road he has.

You felt like you were on top of the world and would get away with anything even though you could barely feel your legs.

“Can I try something?” You have been wanting to try this for the longest time, well, ever since you kissed him on that dare. Rafe nodded as if to give you permission. You got on your toes as Rafe bend down. Your mouth made its way to Rafe’s ear.

“Have you ever been with someone while high?” Rafe cupped your cheeks as you brought your lips back down, placing them on his. Gently at first but getting needier by the second.

“Not yet.” He said once he let go of your lips and took your hand in his. “Would you like to go upstairs?” He checked in with you. You did. The two of you made your way to his room. It was big, that was really the only thing you noticed, your focus being only on Rafe. He barely closed the door as you pushed him against the wall with you body and kissed him. Your hands were on his waist as his found their way to your ass.

You really wanted this. Him. He lifted you up in air so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Making out as he holds you and makes his way to the bed. Rafe lowers you and puts you down on the bed. You scoot backwards to make room for Rafe to crawl on top of you. He hovers over you, holding your side in one hand and with the other holding himself up. You hold his face as you kiss him, lowering your hands to the hem of his shirt. He lets go of your side, sits up and takes the piece of clothing off, revealing his torso. He leaned back down, kissing your neck.

His hands on your body made you feel like you were going insane, craving for more. The feeling of his warm hands on your skin was perfect. Everything you had imagined, and better. It didn’t feel right. No. A feeling of unease overcovered you. The confidence you felt flew out the door. You let go of Rafe’s lips and he stopped unbuttoning your shirt. He noticed you weren’t paying any attention to him anymore.

“Y/n?”

You could hear and feel your heartbeat going over 150 beats per minute. The beats were loud, and your vision was getting blurrier by the second.

“Y/n, are you okay?”

You felt vulnerable, laying on your back. So, you sat up straight, trying to breathe. The heaviness on your chest made it hard to. Maybe Topper was right and taking cocaine was a bad idea. Maybe Rafe was only here because you took cocaine. You didn’t want to look like a fool to him. Maybe that is why you broke up with your ex and they found someone who has their shit together. You are not foolish for being anxious. Oh god, why are you breathing so loud?

You didn’t want to look at Rafe. You weren’t sure why you were freaking out. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. And then you felt two arms wrap around you. Rafe held you close and laid back down on his side, taking you with him. You were facing each other, though your face was more facing his chest. You could feel his heartbeat, beating at a normal rate. As normal as yours felt right now. Rafe was breathing in and out and telling you to do the same. You tried to. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and you held onto him. He whispered some sweet nothings into your ear until you calmed down.

And you did, your head and body calmed down and you were tired.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered; your face now stuffed in Rafe’s neck.

“Are you alright, Y/n?” Rafe was rubbing your back softly. You nodded.

“I think so. I can’t imagine how big of a mess I must look like right now.”

“You’ve looked better.” He joked. “Come here, baby.” Rafe sat back up and you followed his lead. “How’s your head?” You sit facing each other, his hand holding yours.

“Confused and tired.”

“Understandable. You can stay the night if you’d like.”

“Are you asking me to sleep with you?” You were joking, obviously.

“If we can actually sleep, then yes. It has been a long alright.”

It wasn’t awkward between you two. You had calmed down but were left with a lot of mixed feelings and not wanting to take cocaine again for a while.

“How long have we been gone?” You ask while fixing your shirt. Rafe put his on again as well.

“About 30 minutes. Almost as long as a trip should take. How was it?”

“Never again.” Rafe laughed at your comment. “However, it did make me realize I really like kissing you.”

“Maybe we should continue when we’re sober?” You agreed and gave Rafe a kiss on his cheek.

“That’d be lovely.” Rafe got up off the bed and offered you his hand. You took it and got up as well, being pulled into a hug. “Are you alright going back outside for a bit? You can stay in here if you’d like.” You didn’t want to stay alone in his room. You decided to splash some water in your face and find Topper.

“Y/n,” Rafe stopped you from walking out. “how do you like your eggs in the morning?”

You laughed at his flirty comment and thanked him for being so understanding and kind and ‘such a good kisser’, all before going out to enjoy the rest of the party. Luckily for you it wasn’t an all nightery and you got to spend the night with Rafe Cameron.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron imagine #obx #outer banks #outer banks imagine #drew starkey

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Unpredictable (Overhaul x Reader) pt.6

a/n: uhm... a lot happens here tbh xD its pretty long tho ;)

warnings: this cannot be read solo, a bit of harassment

Links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 7

Masterlist to my other fics: here :)

Overhaul’s waiting list: @jjk-biased @infinite-universe-love @dirtypride @blackymomo03

The ride was quick and you were now facing the entrance of the hotel. The facade of the hotel looked like it was fresh from a Gatsby movie. Golden lights illuminated every few meters of the hotel making it glow ethereally. Counting the floors from your window, you estimated it to be 8 or 9 floors. It was extravagant. Nothing more to it.

When the car drove to the entrance, the doorman was quick to open the door once the car came to halt. It was a surprise when Overhaul offered his arm to help you get out of the vehicle, in those killer heels, you had to accept. Biting your inner cheek, you had to admire how solid his arm was and how classy his tux felt.

The contact was short. Once he saw you were out, he wasted no second of removing his arm from your hand. Walking 5 steps ahead, you didn’t bother complaining with his actions. Somehow, it was also better this way. This gave you more opportunities to move freely.

The same doorman quickly opened the main entrance and even asked for your coat.

Once the coat was gone, you felt the chilly wind graze your back. It wasn’t too much to handle, of course. Your body just had to adjust. As you were thanking the employee, you failed to see how your companion did a double take when he saw just how classy you looked in your outfit. He would never say it but, he caught himself just before his jaw could drop any further. Thank goodness he had the mask.

“You clean up nicely.” He commented.

You matched his pace effortlessly and realized that he had just complimented you. Facing him, your mouth formed a small ‘o’ and once again, you blinded him with a smile. Strangely enough, even for him, it was satisfying.

“You just complimented me~” Your voice was playful and the cheeky grin on your face was something you just couldn’t hold back. “You look sanitized yourself.”

Underneath the mask, he couldn’t fight back the developing smirk. This would be an interesting night, he was almost certain.

Calling to mind the invitation, the event would take place in the biggest event hall the establishment had. Once you were inside the elevator, the built in LCD screen monitor showed to you which floor you had to go to. As soon as the screen was tapped, the elevators went up and the music began to play.

Of all the things your mind could have thought of, you recalled what Gei said. On how if he were to ever disappear when the food would come, you could find him in the men’s toilet. Lowering your head, you tried to hold back your laughter. It all backfired when you ended up snorting.

“What’s so funny?” Overhaul asked. His eyes remained focused on the LCD screen.

“Nothing that concerns you…” You replied. Fingers covering a portion of your mouth. Curse Gei and his imagination. Clearing your throat, you quickly changed the subject. “So, what exactly is going to happen in the gala?”

“From what I have gathered, the head of the Fukuo Kai wants to gather a few villains to join him.”

“How would he do that though?”

The doors opened and both of you were now facing a hallway, letting you step out first, he followed shortly. Both of you walking side by side, with a safe distance in between. The hallway floors were carpeted red and the entire area smelled of roses. Noticing that he was still silent, he was probably thinking what ways the boss could gather people.

“It would probably depend on his mood.” He finally answered.

When the event hall was now in front of you, rope barriers lined up showing you where to go. Though there was really no need since it was just a straight walk from where you stood. There was a golden podium with 2 uniformed staff ready to greet you both.

“Names?” The taller one asked.

“Shinoda.” Overhaul answered.

Now that you heard him saying a name, it had dawned to you that the profile you had for him did not include his real name. Surely that wasn’t his real name. The way he said it so nonchalantly made it look so natural. What was his name? It would be a rather personal question to ask and that was something you weren’t ready for. Not yet, at least.

When the doors were open, the soft classical music serenaded your ears. The lights were dim but the spotlight on the stage was bright as ever. Tailing behind your partner, he brought you to a high top bar near a large window. He thought it would be a good vantage point to quietly observe people.

A waiter came by and filled your water goblets up. Observing the room, there were still plenty of vacant tables. It had only been 20 minutes since you left the house, so there was still 40 left to kill.

“How did you get the invite, Shinoda?” You asked him. It was weird saying that name. Somehow, it just didn’t fit his face. “It was sent to the Shie Hassaikai.” He replied as he began to remove the strap from his right ear. Holy shit. He was actually going to take his mask off. Except, there was a gut feeling in you that didn’t want him to.

“Wait…” You managed to speak. He froze in place, his smooth cheek now partially exposed. What you'd give to see all of him but things just felt off around here. It was as if a pair of eyes were watching your every move. Playing it off as a normal conversation, you broke eye contact and surveyed the area once more. “Don’t take your mask off.”

How you told him subtly hit different. He didn’t really care if people saw him without the mask during an event like this. Yes, he’s the Shie Hassaikai boss but he preferred to stay away from the limelight. Were you actually thinking of his safety despite him being more than capable of defending himself? Either way, he placed the strap back on and watched as the hall became packed.

With the hall now jam packed, the both of you went separate ways but agreed to come back after 30 minutes.

Blending in with the group was basic to you. What made things difficult was the possibility of Akuji catching your train of thought. Trying to look for a familiar face, you were only met by stares from the guests.

“Looking for me, pretty lady?” A voice said from behind you. Turning around you were met with a man with piercing gray eyes. His hair kept back and his stubble framing his jaw. Stretching a hand, you accepted it out of courtesy. “Name’s Akuji.”

Swiftly transferring his grip to your wrist, he pulled you towards a secluded high top table. Yanking you even closer, he snaked his arm around your waist and held on to your side firmly.

“So what’s a fine lady like you doing in a gala like this?” His face, a little too close for your liking.

“I’ve heard about you.” There was no room for thinking. Whatever came to your thoughts, you had to say it. “You have a pretty strong quirk. What brings you here?”

“I have some business to deal with. You with someone, sweetcheeks?”

“My boss.”

“And who might that ‘boss’ be?” He brushed his nose on your cheek. Feeling you trying to push yourself away, he tightened his grip on your waist and pulled you in even tighter. The faint smell of mint and cigarette was not the best scent.

“Shinoda.” You promptly answered. Saving no room for complaining thoughts. “Though, he will be displeased if he sees you groping me like this. He’s quite known for his anger issues.”

“A threat?” His eyes widened with delight. Just as he was about to talk, a deep voice introduced itself. Turning both of you around, you stared at an old but muscular man. His hair gray, face a tad wrinkled, but his frame showed years of hard work. “Ah. Just who I wanted to see.”

“Still cornering women, Akuji?” The man said. He rested his elbow on the bar and eyed you. A satisfied nod followed as he looked at the man still touching your waist. “What’s your name?”

“I was instructed not to casually give my name.” That was a good one. But was it good enough? “He says not to trust anyone here.”

“Fair enough.” The old man replied. Looking back at Akuji, he cleared his throat and reached for something in his breast pocket. Extending his hand, a business card sat snuggly in between his index and middle finger. Akuji stared at the card and hummed.

“Well, it would be a pleasure~” He shortly tucked his hand and the card in his pocket. “Till then.”

It had barely been 5 minutes and the two men had already gone separate ways. Akuji, however, still kept his hold on you. His actions had changed from groping to steady up and down movements. It was evident he was enjoying the sensation of touching another woman.

“Sir,” You finally had enough. This would be the second time someone defiled you today and you were not living. “If you don’t let go of me I swear, there will be consequences.”

“Feisty.”

“Did you not hear what she said?”

Glancing over your shoulder, you were more than relieved seeing his face. But, the look in his eyes and the aura he was giving was something you had not felt before. His usual calm features were replaced with his eyebrows pulled down together. The same golden eyes you came to adore were glaring at the man holding on to you. His fingers began to play with the hems of his left hand’s glove.

“Shinoda-san!” Akuji greeted Overhaul. His palms remained glued to your dress. “What happened to that previous secretary of yours? The one with blue hair? Was he not to your liking?”

“Akuji.” Overhaul’s voice was deep and his jaw clenched. You watched as he freed his hand from the rubber confinement. “Let her go.”

You felt your mind lighten. His grip on your thoughts was now nonexistent. If your hypothesis was right, Akuji was now focused on reading Overhaul’s mind. Perhaps that was his quirks downfall, he could only do it one person at a time…

“Someone’s protective of their employee~” Akuji taunted Overhaul. Either this man was dumb or just plain fearless. Attempting to hold on to Overhaul’s wrist, he managed to read his mind and went with the left one instead. When his hand made contact with Overhaul’s exposed skin, he saw the look of hatred and disgust in his eyes.

“This is why I don’t like attending events like these.” Lifting his other hand, you saw how he had overhauled his left hand’s glove. Not wanting to catch attention or to cause a scene, you immediately ran and wedged yourself between the two men. Your palm resting on his chest as you pushed him ever so slightly.

“Enough. Shinoda-san.” You tried to calm him down. He was still focused on Akuji. Finding the courage, you managed to snake your hand and cup his masked cheek. Your hands were shaky as you had literally just invaded his personal space even more. When you managed to make him face you, you stared into his pupils and gave him a small smile. “Calm down. Not here. Please.”

Feeling his chest lower as he exhaled, his eyes darted back to Akuji.

“Don’t touch me.” Pulling his wrist away, his free hand held on to your waist as he tugged you closer towards him. “And do not ever touch her with your filthy hands.”

Putting his palms into the air, Akuji took a step back. The picture in Overhaul’s mind was one he would rather not want to read again. Ogling one more time at you, he lowered his head with a smirk before he left the both of you alone.

Allowing yourself to be dragged by him all the way back to your table, you kept stealing glances at his face. He was still angry but his level-headed state was slowly coming back. Upon arriving at the table, he still hadn’t let you go from his hold. Craning your neck to look at him, you waited for him to talk.

“Explain what the hell just happened.”

“I was trying to look for how he would gather people but then I remembered that Akuji would be here. I recalled that he could read minds and I think he used his quirk on me.” You explained. Heart beating rapidly in your chest. “I wanted to think up something but I realized that it would only result in failure.”

Now that you were talking about it, you remembered the exchange they had.

“But I got something out of it. There was this old man who gave him a business card. Perhaps it could be related?”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his left hand, he reached for something in his pocket and presented it to you. Your eyes widened when you saw the same one from before.

“That man you just saw was the leader of the Fukuo Kai.” Placing the small piece of paper on the table, he looked at you once more. The look and feel of his anger, gone. “Be more careful. It would be most troublesome to have to clean up any sort of mess.”

Noticing that the skin on his wrist was inflamed, you chewed on your lower lip and felt your guilt rising.

“You’re breaking out.” You pointed out.

“What are you talking about?” The arm wrapped around your waist was feeling fine.

“Your wrist. Where he touched you.”

Right. He forgot about that. Shaking his head, he brushed your statement and told you he could fix it in an instant. Freeing you from his arm, he took a step back and began to heal himself. It was only a small patch of skin so it was gone in a matter of seconds.

Taking the card, you placed it in your purse. Telling him that you got what you needed, he reached for his phone and called for the car to pick the both of you up. The air between you two began to grow more and more tense as the seconds flowed by. It wasn’t long before he received the message that the car was now waiting at the drop-off area.

Inside the elevator, the silence was killing you. The music was nothing but a nuisance.

“Are you mad?” Breaking the silence. He did not answer nor bother to look at you. “Look. I’m sorry, okay? I lowered my guard down for a few seconds and it led to all of this.”

“Learn from what just happened, (L/N).” His eyes eventually found yours. “I might not be there to help you.”

“Thank you, though.” Heat was now rising to your cheeks, you knew it. “For saving me back there.”

The doors opened and you stepped out first. As the both of you walked towards the lobby, you saw the car on the opposite side of the door. The doorman recognized you and immediately went to the back to fetch your coat. Accepting your clothing, you wished him a safe night before exiting the hotel.

Seated in the car once more, you let out a long sigh and leaned onto the backrest. Your trench coat, jacket, and your boxed heels laid in front of you. With everything that had happened, you failed to get any food in your system. The WcMac you ate had already vanished.

“Overhaul.” You were really going to do it.

“Hm?”

“I’m hungry…”

“You’re really burden, do you know that?” Lowering the partition by 2 inches, he faced you once more. “What do you want to eat?”

“Mendy’s…” If you could melt into the leather chairs, you would.

“And stuff your face with grease?” Whatever you could see of his face was etched with annoyance. But the way his pupils were a bit dilated told you otherwise. “Nemoto. Shipotle, now.”

“Shipotle?” You questioned as the partition closed. “You seriously think they’re healthy?”

“No.” He replied flatly. “But they have a decent menu offering healthy meals. Take it or leave it.”

“Fine. I won’t complain.”

After the short drive thru in Shipotle (Nemoto and Chrono also ordered but they didn’t tell), your hands were now full and Overhaul was carrying both your jackets. Quickly opening your door, you placed your food on the small table beside the door and took both your jackets from him. When you saw the jacket your boss defiled, you felt like puking and seized it in your hands.

Overhaul was standing in the lobby. Probably to say farewell.

“I have one last favor.” You lifted the piece of clothing and gestured for him to hold it. “Destroy it.”

“May I ask why?” He wouldn’t mind tearing it apart but the request was all too sudden. Something must have happened a few hours ago, he knew it.

“It’s filthy.” That’s all it took. Witnessing his quirk in action, you saw how the cloth morphed and seemingly exploded into nothing. “Wow.”

“Any more favors?”

“None that I can think of.” You beamed. Once again, you couldn’t see it but his jaw dropped underneath the mask.

“In that case,” He bowed. “I shall take my leave.”

“Good night, Overhaul.”

“And to you, (L/N).”

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so.... did yall like the smol interaction with bird daddy? feel free to message me if you have any questions or if you wanna be tagged :) take care!

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dongiovannaswife · 3 years

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Would it be overkill if I asked for all of them?

How about 1, 3 through 8, and 11, 12 and 13? Oh wait, is that too much? Sorry if that's too much! ( > w < ') (I just love you and GioGio together❤)

It’d be a shame if I answered them all right here right now, during my break *eyes emoji* *eyes emoji* *eyes emoji*

Thank you so much for sending this in! ily friend. ♥♥♥

@star-birthmark said: Alright so I'm gonna pull a Lena and just ask for all the questions. Is that good? Great. Love ya

I was just thinking about you doing the same to me so HA I read your mind. ASAsask. Thank you so much <3

Under the cut for those not interested :D i did not proofread bc my head hurts ;w;

1. Does your F/O have a birthmark? (or any type of freckles or beauty marks?)

Beside the glorious star birthmark (which I know I have a spicy hc about uwu) Gio has this super curious and small birthmark on his back, it’s not that noticeable unless you see him closely uwuwuwu.

2. Is your F/O the type to volunteer to their community?

I mean, he’s,,, literally a mafia boss. His posture on Passione and his work is far from honest, but I feel like he’d actually would open shelters or donate to good causes, and since I hc him as a lawyer, perhaps he volunteers from time to time so he can help people with cases, obviously he doesn’t accept any money from them, as he knows what it’s like.

3. Does your F/O the type to be giving or to take?

Younger Giorno (I’m not talking from a romantic aspect, calm down please), is the one to always give and get surprised when he gets something in return —the adult Gio from my ship knows how to give and receive equally.

What I’m trying to say is yes, but I don’t know where yet, haven’t thought a lot about that.

4. Does your F/O have any battle scars?

Better yet —is GER able to regenerate cells fully? That would make him like a super cell, you know. No but seriously, say GER is able to do so, and Giorno wouldn’t have any scares from the events of VA; but what if his moral called for him to do so, to let his skin carry some of them. Say, a scar from Narancia’s last moments on his chest, unnoticeable now due to the tattoo on his chest.

5. Does your F/O wear make up? (Do you think they would be open to wearing makeup if they don’t wear it daily?)

I feel like he’d wear the casual lipstick from time to time, but not really always. Unlesss someone *wink wink* convines him to do his makeup one day so he can try it.

6. Has your F/O ever dye their hair or worn a wig?

Nah.

7. What is your F/O fashion taste?

ignore the boob window and think about luke Hemmings or this. Exquisite, would give him kith.

8. How tall is your F/O?

1.98 cm uwuwuwuwuw

10. When if your F/O birthday?

9. What is your F/O’s blood type?

AB.

April 16. ♥

11. Does your F/O know how to cook? If so are they good at it?

He knows how to cook, yes, but he’s not that good —somehow I feel like his coffee would taste LIKE HEAVEN.

12. What is your F/O favorite flavor? (sweet, sour, bitter, salty and umami (savory))

Sweet, definitely. When he’s a bit tired from it, though, he goes for bitter things.

13. If your F/O could be a fan of any video game what do you think it would be?

Metal Gear Solid 4.

14. What type of aesthetic does you F/O have?

The sense of freedom when you glance at the sunrise. If that makes sense of course.

15. What color if your F/O eyes?

Turquoise! So pretty aaaaa uwu.

17. If you could matching tattoos what would it be?

16. Does your F/O have any tattoos? If not do they like or hate the concept of tattoos?

An owl on his chest, a vine on his index from his left hand and a sunflower on his ring finer; he’s thinking of getting something for the twins, but he’s not sure about what yet.

A small Aloe Vera potted plant on our necks (based off an ask I remember getting a while ago —if that person is still around, your idea might come true buddy).

18. Does your F/O have any piercings?

I die for the thought of him with a lip ring. But I don’t really think he has any of them, the lip ring is a matter of,,,, other impulses akdjslkd.

19. Is your F/O a cake or pie person?

Both. Both is good. Has a leaning to pie, but loves both.

20. Is your F/O a morning or night person?

Night person.

21. Is your F/O a coffee or tea person?

Coffee, I don’t think he likes tea *that* much.

22. Is your F/O half empty or half full type of person?

I’m not sure, tbh.

23. Does your F/O have a pet? If not in canon what do you think they would have if given the chance?

Listen, a panther would make the best pet for him. But I think he’s a cat person. Not like he doesn’t like dogs, but a cat is probably something he enjoys most.

24. Is your F/O the type to want to live in the city or live out in the country?

City.

25. Does your F/O like to swim?

Yes.

26. What harry potter house would your F/O be in? (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin)

Nah fam, I’m not really interested on HP, sorry.

27. If your F/O was in “avatar: the last air bender” what type of bender would they be? (air, water, earth, and fire)

Some of you will kill me for this but I haven’t watched it, ever. :D

28. Is your F/O LGBT+?

Nope, at least not for me. You are free to headcanon him as you wish. Pleadon’tstartdramathisisnotmeanttooffendanyone.

29. Does your F/O have any artistic hobbies? (Knitting, drawing, painting, etc)

Drawing, but it’s most for stress relief.

30. What’s a piece of clothing your F/O is never seen without? (glasses, a necklace, hat, etc)

The arrow he hangs around his neck or just carries around hidden.

31. What type of scent does your F/O remind you of?

There’s this perfume I absolutely love and I can’t really describe it, but it’s WildCountry.

32. What’s something you see often that has little to no relation to your F/O but always reminds you of them?

Flowers and vines :,)

33. Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names for your F/O?

A LOT.

34. What does your F/O house/apartment look like? (or what do you think it looks like)

If we talk about his years of “I live alone yeee” then pretty much no decoration, excepts for the plants or books he keeps —overall, what you could call monochromatic. Once we get married, we pick a style, with classical sculptures and roman like architecture

35. What season reminds you of your F/O? (winter, spring, summer, fall)

Fall.

36. Have you ever had a dream with your F/O in it?

Yes uwu.

37. Does your F/O play any musical instruments?

No really.

38. What’s a song that reminds you of your F/O when you hear?

Gold by Prince.

39. What is your relationship like with your F/O?

We,,, in love,,,, yes.

40. How long have you been with your F/O? (or at least been interested in them?)

Interested in him,,,,,, I’m not sure if one or two years?? But in the “”””storyline”””” seven years.

41. Where is your F/O from? (as in born)

Japan.

42. Is your F/O the type to read reviews, or just go with their gut

Better yet, contacts.

43. What does your F/O’s Saturdays usually look like?

Some paperwork at home studio, comfy causal clothes (black jeans and white tee, barefoot).

44. What is your F/O’s most valuable possession?

The arrow lmao.

45. What’s a fad you can see your F/O taking part of?

Analyzing music together!! :D

46. does your F/O prefer to work alone or with a team?

Team.

47. How well does your F/O know tech? (such as computers, smart phones)

I feel like he knows a lot asdkad.

48. What’s some advice your F/O would tell you?

“Stop thinking you are not enough, stop thinking no one loves you, stop thinking you are worthless; stop with all your self-destruction.”

49. What animal reminds you of your F/O?

Lion!! :D

51. What’s the most interesting fact you know about your F/O?

50. What color reminds you of your F/O?

Gold AND turquoise

Canon or made by me?? The first would be his favorite musician, because OH I like that musician too, even before knowing him. The second it’s about his scars.

#shiningdoradiamond #star-birthmark #GioLena

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allie1804-fan · 4 years

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Please Assist Me (Chapter 12)

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10 , Chapter 11

He Said

I could tell as soon as we’d committed to a date for the deed that nerves were getting the better of Sophia so I did my best to calm her even though I was nervous myself.

I planned our date day to include the outdoors again as I knew she’d enjoyed our bike ride and beach days and I got great food too from my favourite deli for lunch and a chose a renowned Italian restaurant that was doing food delivery for dinner. I just hoped that enjoying an activity and great food would take the edge off any anxiety she was feeling about finally making love. It had been about 6 weeks since we’d first confessed we had feelings for each other, but really much longer for both of us that our affections had been growing. No wonder we were feeling the pressure.

When I had the table set up and our dinner had been delivered with the hot food placed in the warming oven, I headed to my bedroom to take a shower. Sophia had already showered and was dressed in her beautiful yellow sundress.

“Oh gosh, I love you in that dress!?”

She smiled as she put on a matching ear-ring and necklace set before sliding into her heals.

I started to strip for the shower, throwing off my t shirt and jeans quickly. I teased Sophia by grabbing the waist band of my boxers as if to whip them off too making her squeal and make to run out of the room.

“I’m kidding , sweetheart – I’ll be super quick showering and then we can go and enjoy our appetizers on the terrace OK?”

She agreed, giving me a peck on the cheek before she left me to get ready.

Our meal was delicious starting with the promised crostini and champagne on the terrace and then moving to the dining room where we feasted on different flavours of ravioli (pumpkin for me and asparagus and ricotta for her) I promised to take her there to eat when it was open again for dining – the fish was really great there but I hadn’t gone for it today fearing it might not travel so well.

She said

Dinner was amazing and I couldn’t wait to go there in person and try the fish he raved about – if the pasta was anything to go by, it would be worth the wait.

We moved to the sofa in the living room after dinner where conversation turned to childhood experiences. I asked him about his passion for food and where it came from which he said was probably down to the mix of cultures in his background and the nomadic childhood in early years exposing him to varied cuisines. And Toronto, where he’d made his home at around 6 years old, was an eclectic, multi-cultural city to spend your formative years too.

It was spooky how similar our growing up experiences were. My dad was in the military so we moved a lot until I was 7 when my mum and I settled in Phoenix when she and dad got divorced. I then moved to LA when I was 12 when Mom married again. Keanu had been in Toronto from 6 to 20 and was settled in that way but his mom had married again 3 times with 2 of them being in Keanu’s life while he still lived at home. And we both shared a strong connection to our mothers despite the disruption that their relationships had brought to our own lives.

We also talked a little bit about our exes including Javier, the kids’ dad. I admitted I’d had a little bit of a wild phase in my teens and early twenties especially when I was in the modelling scene but we’d got together when I was 29, married by 30 and Eva was born a year later. Since the divorce 3 years ago there had been no-one.

I think he was a bit shocked at that, I could tell by the way he took a breath then a gulp of his wine.

“Come on, I couldn’t get out there!” I protested “I was battered emotionally from the divorce and Miguel was 2 and Eva 4 – I kind of had my hands full!”

“I didn’t say anything”

“You didn’t have to!”

He blushed at that.

“Sorry, you know all week, you’ve seemed more nervous than me about this night but, well now I’m kind of freaking out”

“Why?, I don’t get it?”

“Because, I don’t know, it puts the pressure on, you know …”

I burst out laughing at that.

“What!! YOU? YOU? You’re feeling the pressure?” I was incredulous “I mean, Keanu what have you had, like I don’t know, hundreds of lovers?”

He Said

I almost spat my wine out when she said I must have had hundreds of lovers. The truth was I didn’t know how many which was embarrassing in itself.

Her eyes were wide as she said it and I tried my best to reassure her.

“Listen, I admit I’ve had a lot of sexual experience. I’m ashamed to say I have not kept count but the thing is, I haven’t had so much experience with, you know, this”

I gestured between us to show I meant relationships.

“Especially not since Jen. You know about Jen right and Ava?”

“Well I do but not really, just the facts, you know”

“Well that’s a story for another time but let’s just say, everything about that was very bruising you know, so since then I’ve kind of always kept things light and, I’ve used work as an excuse oftentimes …… I know it’s a bit cowardly….”

“No, I get it, once bitten twice shy huh? Is that what you did with Anja?”

“I tried………… but she called me on it, said it clearly had nothing to do with me being busy with work and everything to do with you …. And that I owed it to myself and you to see if we could make a go of things”

“What? But that was before Christmas! Is there no-one around us who wasn’t match-making?!”

I laughed at that – she was right, everyone and his dog seemed to have realised before us what was going on with our feelings!

“I know, I mean don’t you remember how it was at Xmas? My head was battling my heart over saying something but I didn’t want to rock the boat before going away for months. And that day, when the kids made us kiss goodbye, I so wanted to properly kiss you and even way before that Alex knew I was falling for you!”

She Said

My heart was racing when he said those words “falling for you”

There’s something so romantic about them and as he said it, he ran his warm hand up my leg and under the hem of my dress

“You really are lovely you know? The first time I saw you in this dress, you took my breath away. Do you remember that day you came over after you got the job and I took ages to ask you into the house? Well that was why. I’d been all about the job when we interviewed you and then, there you were, a vision in yellow on my doorstep”

I was blushing at his words as he pulled me to him to softly kiss me and his hand moved further up my leg towards my panties.

“I promised you this” he said in a low voice as he reached my panties at last and started to circle my clit through the fabric.

I had to pull away and let out a moan into his shoulder, my fingers pressing into him as the pleasure bolted through me.

“Good?”

All I could do was hum my agreement as he scooped me up and carried me through to the bedroom.

He set me down on my feet and put on a lamp casting soft light through the room. Then he walked to me and took my hands in his. The atmosphere felt electric. Keanu took a deep breath. He seemed to be trying to calm himself.

“Let’s just be in the moment ok? Don’t think about the past, yours or mine. Just be with me, here, now”

I sighed and pulled him down for another deep kiss. I could feel him reaching behind me and slowly pulling down the zipper before lifting the dress up, over my head and off. He stood back, I felt admired, adored even as he looked at me standing there in my underwear.

“Beautiful, just beautiful” he said softly.

Then he undid his pants and stepped out of them.

I took charge of removing his beautiful blue shirt.

“I love you in blue, you know? It lights up your whole face. You should wear more blue”

“That’s why you bought me the blue scarf isn’t it? “

I nodded.

“Yes. Is that why you wore blue, for me?”

“Yes, for you, everything tonight is all for you”

@fortheloveoffanfic @kindainlovewithkeanu @omg-imagine @iworshipkeanureeves @fics-not-tragedies @ficsnroses @keanureevesisbae @penwieldingdreamer @witty-wallflower @paperplanesandwallflowers @bitchyslut99 @ladyreapermc @toomanystoriessolittletime @fanficsrusz @keanuficfiles

#keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction #keanu #keanu reeves #romance with boss

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coneygoil · 4 years

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The Home We Built Together, part 34

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Writer’s note: Hi everyone! Finally, another update! My chapters have been slow to come this year, but I'm glad I can still get them out. Hope everyone is staying safe out there! <3

“Where did you go?”

Hiccup froze mid door shut. His back and shoulders visibly tensed. Astrid folded arms over her chest, knowing he would try to play off whatever suspicious active he spent the day doing.

She’d woken to an empty house that morning. The sun had barely begun to show itself for the day when she cracked her eyes open. The other side of the bed was empty. Hiccup would get up sometimes before her to fix breakfast, so when she descended the stairs to the lower part of their home, she’d expected to see a pot boiling over the firepit and an adorable gap-toothed smile bidding her good morning. But downstairs was empty and quiet.

She’d started to think Hiccup had left to feed the arena dragons without her, but then she found his note. He’d left early to fly Toothless. For what reason, he didn’t give. This was the first time they’d spent the morning apart ever since they’d grown close as a married couple.

Feeling a little putout, Astrid had eaten a simple breakfast of cheese and bread and left to feed the arena dragons, thinking that maybe Hiccup would meet her there. The rest of the day her husband was gone. Astrid checked the cove, the seashore, anywhere she thought Hiccup and Toothless would go. She toyed with the idea of taking Stormfly out to find them, but that would have put her and her dragon at risk. She decided, if Hiccup wasn’t back by sundown, she’d go searching for him with Stormfly. Now, she didn’t need to.

Hiccup slowly shut the door then with a little exaggeration, spun around to face her. “Did you get my note?”

Astrid snatched the parchment off the table and held it up. “What was so important that you had to leave before sunrise and fly Toothless for the entire day?”

“I needed to be alone,” he answered, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

Astrid’s chest constricted in a way she hadn’t experienced before. He needed to be alone. Away from her.

Hiccup shrugged a shoulder, adding, “To think.”

Astrid narrowed her eyes. “You’re always thinking, Hiccup.”

“I know,” he finally took a few tentative steps closer to her, “but I needed to clear my head and gather my thoughts. Just me and Toothless out over the water.”

The fight slowly began to seep out of her as she processed his explanation. Her and Hiccup been inseparable ever since she discovered his secret dragon best friend. Astrid had never been one to need company. All her life, she was just fine by herself. She hadn’t realized until today how much she’d grown accustom to Hiccup’s company. How much she needed him there. How much she would worry about him when he was away from her. It was like a part of her had vanished, and she feared she wouldn’t get it back. Now she knew how Stoick felt every time Hiccup would run off.

Her distress must have been visible. Hiccup finally closed the gap between them, cautiously touching her shoulders. “I’m sorry I left you behind.”

Arms remaining folded, Astrid nailed him with a glare. “I understand why you needed to be alone, but don’t ever leave without telling me first. No more notes.”

Hiccup nodded. “No more notes.”

She caught the look on his face as he ever-so-slightly leaned in, assuming the discussion to be settled. This wasn’t going to resolve that quickly without a little retribution. She reared back and gave Hiccup a hearty punch on the shoulder.

Hiccup yelped and threw her a wounded look as he nursed his shoulder.

Astrid pierced him with one finally glare. “That was for worrying me.”

Hiccup flicked his eyes downward. “Yeah, I deserved that.”

Moving on to the pantry, Astrid procured two slices of bread and dried meat and set them on the table. Her worry for Hiccup had consumed her so much that cooking supper had been the last thing on her mind. Now that he was home, her protesting stomach could finally be tended to.

They ate at the table in silence. She had questions and with the way Hiccup tensely sat across from her, she knew he could feel her eagerness to ask. They settled at the firepit with warm mugs in hand, the evening routine like muscle memory, and quietly sipped.

“Did it help?” Astrid asked, over the crackling of the fire. “Being out there all day? Thinking?”

Hiccup’s head perked up. He seemed to ponder over an answer for a long beat. “A little.”

Astrid sipped her warm drink then brought the mug back down to her lap. “Why do you think the Nightmare’s group stays at the Nest if they want to be free from the Queen?” A thoughtful moment of silence as the fire crackled. “Why don’t they just…fly away?”

“My theory—” Hiccup began, fiddling with his mug as he gazed into its contents, “is the Queen has some sort of hold on them. Maybe she can control them in some way or she’s holding a threat over them. Either way, they’re prisoners of her bidding. I hate saying this, but Toothless was lucky in a way to have been shot down. He got away from her.”

He took a quick sip then continued, though a bit hesitantly with his words as if he wasn’t sure of the idea out loud. “Maybe we could rally the Nightmare’s rebellion to drive the Queen deeper into the volcano and somehow collapse it on top of her.”

Astrid nodded. “That’s a good idea, but I doubt the volcano falling on her will kill her. I have a feeling she’d too power for that. We’d still have to be vigilant of her escaping one day.”

Hiccup hung his head. “Yeah, that was my concern too.”

“But,” Astrid offered an encouraging smile his way, “it’s the best idea yet.”

“Thanks.” He contemplated his next words. “If only we could free the arena dragons. Have the gang learn to ride them like we want to. We could all work together with the Nightmare’s rebellion to defeat the Queen.”

“It’s a risk—”

Hiccup cupped her shoulder. “And we’ve taken so many risks so far and they’ve paid off. But we have to test it first.” Hiccup set his mug down on the bench. He disappeared upstairs and reappeared, carrying Stormfly’s saddle. “We can use the cover of darkness. It’ll be a challenge, but we can make it work.” He grinned, his enthusiasm scratching out any concern. “Are you ready to fly with Stormfly?”

***

The trek to the arena was slow and they had to stick close to the cliff wall so to not accidentally step off the edge, but the walk was muscle memory to them and even in the cover of night, it was fairly easy to maneuver. Hiccup had insisted on carrying the saddle for Astrid. She wasn’t into chivalry or being a willowy blossom, but his wish to take care of her was enduring and so she let him carry the slightly awkward load as she took the lead.

They could have waited to try this. Astrid had voiced her concern, knowing Hiccup had been gone since before the early light and had just arrived home after sunset. But somehow, her twig of a husband was energized off sheer will and stubbornness, and he was pumped over the idea of her finally getting to fly with Stormfly.

The arena dragons were most likely asleep. With being cooped up in cages most of the day, they probably slept more than a dragon normally did if in the wild. A pang of guilt mixed with pity weighted on Astrid’s heart for the caged dragons. They didn’t deserve this life of imprisonment. She held onto the reassurance that one day those cage doors would be open for good and the arena dragons would never be locked away again.

They made it to the arena safely. Walking straight to Stormfly’s pen, Astrid rapped a couple of times on the thick wood before speaking softly, “Stormfly.” She paused. “It’s me. You awake, girl?” Astrid smiled when a quiet chirrup answered her. “Open it,” she called to Hiccup.

Above Stormfly’s cage, Hiccup pulled the level, releasing the weight that kept the door locked. Astrid pried the heavy doors open with Stormfly’s help on the other side. The Nadder stepped out, chirping in bewilderment.

Astrid caressed Stormfly’s horn. “Are you ready to stretch your wings, girl?” Stormfly trilled in reply, pressing her horn lovingly against Astrid’s forehead. Astrid laughed, softly, and pulled back, her smile lighting up the dark surrounding them. “Let’s go fly.”

Astrid began strapping the saddle onto Stormfly’s back. She talked to the dragon as she did, explaining to her what she was doing. Astrid wasn’t sure if Stormfly understood as well as Toothless did, but the Nadder stayed still and calm as she worked on the straps, so she must have understood to a point. Hiccup had walked down from the upper part of the arena to join them. He helped Astrid with the straps, making sure they were set and buckled correctly.

Mounting Stormfly was a completely different task than mounting Toothless. The Night Fury was already low to the ground, more accessible. His body was long and rounded, making it easier to straddle. Stormfly towered over Toothless’ height and her body slopped downward. Astrid wasn’t one to take the easy route in a challenge. Grabbing the front of the saddle, she hopped a couple times before swinging her leg high enough to make it over Stormfly’s back. She scooted up the saddle then leaned down to help Hiccup hop up behind her.

“So—” Hiccup wiggled around, adjusting his position. “This is what it feels like to be on a Nadder.” He grabbed at the saddle as he began to slide backwards. “A bit awkward.”

“I’m sure it’ll be easier to stay on once we’re in the air and she levels out,” Astrid offered, eyeing the long spikes silhouetted atop Stormfly’s head. She seemed far enough away that she wouldn’t be poked by them. Thankfully, Hiccup had taken that into account when making the saddle. She imagined, for just a second, her husband measuring the Nadder and smiled at the care he put into his workmenship.

Astrid encouraged Stormfly to walk to the arena’s mouth. The Nadder chirped, confused, as if she didn’t believe or understand what Astrid was telling her to do. After another minute of encouraging words, Stormfly finally walked them to the exit and up the ramp. Her walking pattern was also completely different than Toothless’, and it took more effort to hang on.

“You ready, girl?” Astrid asked as an endless ceiling of stars surrounded them from above. “Take it easy on us, okay?”

Stormfly spread her wings, stretching and flexing, working the muscles in ways they hadn’t been worked in a long time. Too long. She pressed down, just as Toothless usually did, and launched up into the night sky. Astrid held tight to the saddle, squeezing Stormfly’s body with her knees. Hiccup had abandoned his hold on the saddle as they launched. He scrambled to wrap himself around Astrid, his legs up against hers, squeezing just as tight as she was. But once they had leveled out, gliding above the water, both loosened their grips – though Hiccup kept his arms firmly around her waist.

There were so many small details to how Stormfly flew compared to Toothless. She flapped her wings more frequently, causing the muscles behind her wings to contract often. Astrid could feel every little movement through her tights along the inside of her legs. Those little movements made her feel connected to her dragon in a way that she hadn’t with Toothless. This Nadder was her dragon – the one she was destined to bond with. This flight, from the moment they reached the sky, proved that deep inside Astrid’s soul. She laughed out of pure joy and mused on if this was how Hiccup felt the first time him and Toothless flew their first test drive. She could hardly wait until she could fly alone with her dragon.

Hiccup must have read her mind. He leaned close to her ear. “Fly to the cove and drop me off. I think you two need some solo flying.”

Astrid reached back and squeezed his leg in response.

With just a little difficulty because of the darkness, they found the cove and successfully landed Stormfly there. Toothless cautiously approached, prowling close to the ground like a large cat. When Hiccup called out to him, his defensive stance eased. He raised his nose to sniff the air then broke out into a gummy smile, bounding up to Stormfly. He warbled excitedly and she chirped happily as if they were greeting each other as old friends. Toothless stood on his hind legs, bobbing his head as Stormfly mirrored the gesture.

“Huh,” Hiccup watched, curiously, planting hands on his hips. “I wonder if they knew each other before.”

“Looks like they may have,” Astrid concluded, leaning back to dodge Stormfly’s crown spikes. The Nadder probably was mindful of not poking her, but Astrid kept an extra distance, just in case.

“C’mon, bud!” Hiccup called after his dragon, and Toothless bounded to him, his tongue lobbing out of the side of his mouth. “You ready for a little flying with a friend?”

Astrid turned her attention back to Stormfly. She’d never flown without Hiccup on neither of their dragons. A tingling vibration spread all over her skin. She’d dreamed for many, many weeks to be in the air with Stormfly. To test the Nadder’s limits. To test her own limits. To see if Stormfly could beat Toothless’ speed. To touch the clouds and barrel down to earth. To be one with her dragon. Now, it was reality.

Hiccup glanced over his shoulder at them, and she could tell he was grinning back at her through the dimness of the moonlight. Toothless pushed off, disappearing into the night sky. A wide smile spread across Astrid’s face.

“C’mon, girl. Let’s see what’cha got.”

Tags (if yall still wanna read it :) @martabm90 @chiefhiccstrid @drchee5e @celtictreemuffin @hey-its-laura-again

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the-space-above-the-stars · 5 years

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hard feelings

jung jaehyun x reader

Summary: “My mom asked about you again,” you stalled for a second as he bought up the words, seemingly innocent and nonchalant, before continuing to pour his coffee. “She was asking if you would find her a bother if she called you.”

“Not at all,” Your smile is civil, the carefully carved simply curve of your lips you’ve perfected over months, as you hand him his coffee. “You know I love talking to your mom.”

Your breakup with Jung Jaehyun left a lot of things unsaid and a lot of feelings untouched. But it’s difficult to get over someone when you see hem everyday. Even more so when you live with them.

Warnings: wine

Word Count: 4.3K

Genre: angst, fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, this is the first time I’m writing for Jaehyun, so yeah. My requests are open, and this is unedited, so idk if you should have expectations going in. THERE are some parts of the story that are flashbacks and for some reason the italics aren’t working on mobile so i’ll put flashbacks in brackets.

The floor is cold as you slip out of your bed, walking on tiptoes down the hallway to your kitchen. It’s still dark outside and any reasonable person would still be sleeping, but you had chosen to make this the perfect time to go to work.

Jaehyun, you write on a pink post it note, packaging the freshly made scrambled eggs into tupperware. There’s eggs in the fridge, make sure to eat.

Your relationship with Jung Jaehyun was so strange that even writing a damn note became difficult. What words could you use that wouldn’t walk the line of romantic? How would you make yourself sound platonic for a man you still loved?

So to you, the best way to avoid this is to avoid him. That’s why you leave before the sun comes up and try your best to be out of the house once your classes are over. But it’s not easy. You still see him. Every morning at the coffee shop, when you get home late at night and he’s cooking dinner, when he wakes up earlier than you for practice.

6 months ago, you and Jaehyun broke up. And as a broke college student with lack of better lodging, he decided that it would be best for you both to continue renting out your apartment together. Only it didn’t feel like the shared apartment anymore. The pictures of the both of you that used to line your walls have long since been removed and stored away. You’ve moved into the spare bedroom across the hall, in a bed too big for you to sleep by yourself. Getting ready in the morning takes twice as long when you can’t share a bathroom with a person. You’ve become strangers.

The coffee shop is quiet as you turn the light on, the gentle hum of electricity coming to life reverberating through the walls. It’s 6:34. There’s nothing to do but wait, so you do, brewing a fresh pot and pouring a cup while you pull your book out.

[“What’re you reading?” Jaehyun hums, lofting his head from where it rests on your stomach. You’re both stretched out on the couch, his arms wrapped around you.

“The Alchemist,” you respond, laying the book down and running your fingers through his hair.

“What’s it about?” He leans into your touch, eyes closing again as his dimples show in a smile.

“A shepherd from Spain. His name is Santiago and he meets this man who tells him to go to the pyramids of Giza and find a treasure.”

“Doesn’t that sound like a bit of a scam?” He chuckles, leaning up to kiss your lips.

“It’s an adventure, dummy. Besides, the kid does get scammed, just not by this dude.”

“Can you read it to me? Just from wherever you’re at.”

He lays his head back down as you nod, finding your place again as you start to speak. “The Englishman was unable to sleep one night. He called to the boy, and they took a walk along the dunes surrounding the encampment There was a full moon, and the boy told the Englishman the story of his life...”]

Opening up old memories only invites others back in, and soon you’ve lost focus on the book and are swept into the sea of memories that was your relationship with Jaehyun. Painting your bedroom, moving in, your first date, first anniversary, first kiss, it all comes back.

The first customer walks in at 7:30 on the dot, a secretary who always picks up 4 americanos. When she walks in, you’re already making her drinks, and she gives you a grateful smile as she swipes her credit card. “Have a nice day,” she calls back, her beige heels clacking on the floors as she walks out with a slight sway from balancing her bag and the coffees.

Hana, your friend and the other person on the morning shift walks in at 8:00, just as things are starting to get busy. “He’s not in yet?” She asks, slipping her apron on. Her hair, dyed a ashy blonde, goes up in a bun as she takes your place behind the register, allowing you to mix drinks freely. “I must be early.”

“You say this to me every time, Hana,” you chuckle as you hand two teenagers their hot chocolates. They come to the coffee shop to study before tests, and you sprinkle some extra cinnamon into their drinks just like they like it. “He comes in at 9:00. 8:30 if he has practice, and no, I don’t know if he has practice.” Hana has a vested interest in your relationship with Jaehyun, and you know she’s been hoping for you both to get back together since you broke up.

8:30 rolls around and he hasn’t made an appearance. It starts drizzling outside, and you curse yourself for not bringing your umbrella. It’s a bit of a walk to the subway station, and then from your station, a few blocks to your home. Your jacket is going to have a rough day.

Almost exactly at 9:00, a black car pulls up in the parking lot and Hana chuckles as you subconsciously fix your hair, earning her a flick on the arm. Busying yourself with the latte art a fellow tired college student ordered, you force yourself not to look up. But of course, as the bell rings, you still do.

Jung Jaehyun, even slightly rained on, looks like he walked out of a designer runway. His hair’s swept back and speckled with rain drops, his signature dimples poking out as he holds the door open for the two girls with hot chocolates as they leave. You hand the customer their latte, the smile that crosses their face when they see the design adorning it giving you a small piece of solace.

“Hey,” he says, smiling at you as he sits down at the counter, in the same seat as always. He’s wearing the hoodie you used to always steal from him. It’s blue, with two stripes, red and white, on each sleeve. It’s gone back to smelling like his cologne.

“Hey. Same as usual?” He doesn’t even need to nod before you grab a cup and the coffee pot, making his regular. Jung Jaehyun, ever the creature of habit, orders the same black coffee and warmed up croissant for the 12 months he’s come to the cafe.

“My mom asked about you again,” you stalled for a second as he bought up the words, seemingly innocent and nonchalant, before continuing to pour his coffee. “She was asking if you would find her a bother if she called you.”

“Not at all,” Your smile is civil, the carefully carved simply curve of your lips you’ve perfected over months, as you hand him his coffee. “You know I love talking to your mom.” A silence falls over you both as you grab a croissant and turn around to the oven, neither of you knowing how to continue this conversation. “Uh, so how’s practice going? Taeyong mentioned you guys are performing at MAMA?”

He coughs, using the sleeve of his hoodie to dry his hair. “Yeah, it’s going good. It’s a bit difficult cause they’re trying to get all the units to perform, and then they want us to perform together. But hey, that’s what we get for the never ending members concept.”

“Yeah, I guess so” you laugh and you’re both thinking about the same thing.

[“Okay, okay, okay, wait, explain this to me one more time.” You’re currently sitting on Jaehyun’s lap, arms thrown lazily around his neck as he attempts to explain NCT.

“Okay, so NCT means Neo Culture Technology, and basically we have an unlimited number of members.” You nod, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “NCT U stands for United, which means that the members change based on the concept. NCT 127 is the fixed group, and it’s based in Seoul because Seoul is where K-pop started. NCT Dream is with all the underage members, and they stay in Dream until they become adults.”

“And then they graduate to NCT U? Or NCT 127?”

“Or WayV,” he nods, smiling as he kisses your neck. “See, that wasn’t so hard. I didn’t even need to get Doyoung’s chart.” You both dissolve into a mess of laughter, and Jaehyun leans up to press more kisses up your neck, your jawline, and eventually meeting your lips. ]

“Um, here’s your croissant, and your drink. That’s $4.55, you can swipe your card.” He nods with a sip of his drink and takes the bag with the pastry before swiping his card. “Okay, you’re good. Uh, I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you at home.Oh, thanks for the eggs.” He waves one more time and you pretend to go back to work as his car pulls out. Home.

“You have it baddd,” Hana says singsongedly, earning another flick.

***

It hasn’t stopped raining all day. What was drizzling became a steady downpour that’s lasted the entirety of your shift. Groaning as you slip on your jacket, you wave bye to Hana. She offered a ride, but you’re aware her house is in the complete opposite direction and that would just waste her time.

The store awnings provide some cover as you walk down the street, your jacket getting slightly drenched as you walk rapidly through the gaps between them. You haven’t made it too far down the street when you stop, surprise turning you into a statue. Jaehyun’s walking towards you, umbrella in hand. “What are you doing out here?” You ask, trying to hide your shivering.

“I went home and saw you left your umbrella there. You think I was gonna let you walk home in this rain?” You can’t stumble out a response before he grabs your hand. “Come on, my car’s just around the corner.”

It’s so quiet the walk to the car and all you can think about is that he’s still holding your hand. “I could have gone home with Hana, you didn’t have to drive out here.”

“Hana lives on the other side of town, I knew you weren’t going to bother her for it. And it’s not a bother, really. I was done with everything anyway.” He opens your door before crossing to the other side and getting in. There’s towels laid across both seats and he pulls another from the backseat. “Dry yourself off, you’ll get sick if you stay like that.”

“The subway station really wasn’t that far,” you mutter as you pat your hair dry. “I could have walked fine.”

“Just- just let me do something nice for you, hm? To repay you for the eggs, let’s see it as that.”

“It wasn’t a favor this morning. I just had extra eggs.”

“Okay, then let me do nice things because I feel like it, okay?” But it isn’t your job to do nice things for me anymore, you want to say but you don’t, biting your lip instead and looking out the window. You’re both quiet until you hit a red light and Jaehyun’s phone lights up. Incoming call from Eun-i. His hands tighten around the wheel as he picks up, you pretending not to pay attention. “Hi. Oh yeah, sure. Yeah, I’ll see you there. Okay. No, that’s fine. Great. Okay, see you later.”

“Who’s that?” You ask, trying to sound casual. Isn’t being okay with him seeing other girls a good step in moving on? Then why is there such a weird feeling in your stomach?

“Uh, some girl Johnny knows, he’s been bugging me to go out with her, says she won’t get off his back about it. You’re not upset, are you?”

“No, of course not, Jaehyun. Why would I be upset?” Maybe something in your tone is off because he just sighs.

“I don’t know, Y/N. We don’t really get the time to talk, since you’ve been leaving so early and coming back so late at night just to avoid me.”

“I have to open the shop early,” you deflect, heart beating as you still avoid his eyes. “And my study group ends late.”

“Bull.” Months of pent up feelings are coming out as the light turns green. “You leave on weekends, holidays, days when I know you don’t have class and when you don’t have shifts at the cafe.”

“I- I don’t know, what do you want me to say? I’m scared I’m going to say something or you’re going to say something that brings the both of us 6 months back and we only feel more awkward around each other and I just-” not knowing what to say, you stop, resting your head in your palms. “I just want to go back to being friends.”

“I don’t know how we can with both of us scared of taking the next step.” The car pulls into the parking lot in front of the apartment and Jaehyun unlocks the doors. “Y/N-” but you’re already out of the car, fumbling for the keypad as you punch the code in.

Still sitting in the seat, Jaehyun sighs and rests his head on the wheel.

***

It’s late. The ticking hands on the clock are nearing midnight, and instead of being in bed, you’re curled up on the couch with a glass of red wine. Jaehyun left a few hours back for his date and the nerves after your fight and the small pit in your stomach had made it impossible for you to sleep. Hopefully the wine would make you drowsy.

How did things get so fucked up? Tracing your finger along the rim of your glass, a tear crawls down your cheek in your drunken state. You both used to love each other, you used to be able to talk about anything and everything.

[“Do you ever wonder why we respect the dead more than the living?” You raise your eyebrow, trying not to laugh as Jaehyun, drunk off his ass, continues to talk. “No like, really, if I died today, wouldn’t people start thinking nicer things about me? Like Mark wouldn’t bitch about that time I ate his sandwich, he’d be like “Man, Jaehyun was, like, so cool, R.I.P.”

“I’m sorry, did you just do an impression of Mark mourning your death, and he said R.I.P.?” He just shrugs and you can’t stop the laughter, getting up to grab the glass of water on the nightstand. Jaehyun, however, has other ideas.

“Nooooo, where are you going?” Grabbing your arm, he pulls you onto the mattress and wraps his arms around you.

“I’m just grabbing you water, dummy, you’re head’s gonna hurt from all that drinking.”

“How are you so smart?” He awes, eyes wide as they follow your movements. You just laugh, the sound reverberating off the walls of your bedroom as he drinks the water and pulls you back down. ]

Your relationship was so- full. That’s the only way you can describe what you felt with him. Complete, whole, your heart brimming with love for this man who held your entire heart in his hand.

From the couch, you can hear the front door open and wipe your tear quickly, taking another sip of your wine. “You’re home early,” you try to be casual as Jaehyun walks in, slipping his shoes off and taking off his coat.

“Yeah. Date was a disaster, I’m going to kill Johnny- is that wine?”

You smile as you grab the bottle and pour yourself another glass. “There’s glasses in the cabinets.”

*** Many many many glasses of wine that were definitely over the recommended amount later, you and Jaehyun are both tipsy as all hell. “Re-remember that time you fell into Mark’s pool?” He stumbles out, cheeks flushed red from laughter. You nod, equally flushed as drunk tears pooled in your eyes from the heavy laughter the last anecdote he bought up had caused. “Well-well it wasn’t really an accident, Doyoung made a bet with Yuta that he could kick the cap off a water bottle, but he missed, fell back, and accidentally pushed you in.”

“Motherfucker, I’m gonna kill him!” Laughter strikes you both again, followed by a semi-awkward silence. “I’m- I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you, Jaehyun,” you hiccuped, downing the rest of your wine. “I just- figured it’d be easier for the both of us.”

“No, it’s okay, I get why.” He follows suit in finishing off his wine. “Our situation isn’t necessarily ideal.”

“You can say that again,” you top of both of your glasses and clink them together, taking a heavy sip of your own. “I just realized, we haven’t talked this much since- since..”

“Since- since we broke up,” Jaehyun finishes for you, brushing his hair back as his words slur. You just nod, averting your eyes at the mention. “I never apologized for that.”

“For not talking?”

“No, for the breakup. I was always too busy, and I didn’t know how to manage my time and I just shoved you to the side-”

“Shut up, Jaehyun. You can’t cast all the blame on yourself, we both did things- said things we’re not that proud of.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” You nod and he leans in, as if to whisper it into your ear. “I love you, Y/N.” And suddenly, the safe space of your couch and your wine glasses becomes surprisingly hostile as the red lights begin to flash. Jaehyun still loves you, and you’re oh so drink to say something reasonable.

“I love you too, Jae,” you confess out loud, your fast-beating heart skipping a beat as Jaehyun leans forward, an arm wrapping around your waist. “Jae-”

“Just let me make up for lost time.” His lips connect to yours as he pulls you onto his lap, hands bunching up the material of your t-shirt as he plants his hands on your back. Your fingers thread through his hair as you pull him closer, moaning as he tugs on your bottom lip. “Can we- can we go to our room?”

Our room. A room the two of you haven’t shared in months. A brief thought passes through your subconscious that you’re going to regret something in the morning, but still, you nod.

***

You know what you’re going to regret as you wake up in your old shared bedroom, Jaehyun’s arms wrapped around your bare waist and a splitting headache thumping against your head. You can feel his shallow breaths, warm, against your shoulder as his head rests in the crook of your neck and his bare chest against your back.

You slept with an ex. Not just any ex, Jung Jaehyun, the boy who you were sure you would love for your whole life and the boy who broke your heart and whose heart you broke yourself.

How can you two even look at each other now, knowing that those old feelings are still there? How can you live under the same roof as Jaehyun knowing that he, too, wants to be more than exes, more than acquaintances, roommates, friends, again?

You rest your hands on his and slowly undrape them from around you, slipping out of bed. He wrinkles his nose at the loss of warmth, bundling the blankets over his body in his sleep.

[“Nooo,” Jaehyun whines as you try to slip out of bed. “Stay, call in sick or something.”

“You big baby.” you chuckle, sitting up and throwing your legs over the side of the bed. Jaehyun comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you throw on a shirt. “It’s almost Christmas, and I’d like to prove to my manager that I should get a holiday bonus.”

“Come on,” he moans again, pressing open kisses to the back of your neck. “Stay a bit late, I’ll make you breakfast? Give you a ride to work? Be your first customer?”

You laugh, semi-dressed and roll back over on bed to straddle his lap, cupping his cheeks. “Get ready with me now, then, and you can get all of those things.”

“Princess, it’s hard to cuddle someone when you’re driving.”

“You wound me, Mr. Jung, am I only here for cuddles?”

“Practically-oof.” You throw a pillow at him, laughing as he falls back. “Okay, now you’re going to get it.” ]

That’s how things used to be, you chastise yourself, grabbing your clothes and sneaking out to your bedroom to get dressed.

Jaehyun, the note today reads. Hana needs help opening up today. I’ll see you later. Sausages and eggs in the fridge.

***

“NO,” Hana whisper-yells as you finish your story. “Damn, I knew you two would hook up again one day, but damn, that’s a lot to take in.”

The overhead lights of the cafe make you wince and rub your temples, wondering when the painkillers you hurriedly took in the morning will kick in. “I shouldn’t have gotten drunk, I shouldn’t have let him get drunk, I shouldn’t have said I love you back-”

“Woah woah woah woah woah woah woah,” Hana claps a hand over your mouth, disbelief etched in her eyes. “You and Jaehyun are literally the best couple, do you know how sad we all were when you broke up? You guys made each other so happy, and y’all have been miserable the past months, so what’s the hesitation now?”

“If we could break each other’s hearts 6 months ago, what’s stopping us this time?” Hana opened her mouth, then closed it. “I- I’m trying to keep Jaehyun in my life, no matter how platonic that has to be. If we try again and we end up like this or worse? I don’t know-”

The door opens with the ring of the bell and Jaehyun walks in, keeping his sunglasses on as he too avoids the gaze of the lights and sits at the counter. Your heart thuds as you grab a cup and the coffee pot. “Morning,” you try to greet, pouring his cup. “You left again this morning,” he leaves no room for pleasantries, taking the glasses off.

“I had to open the shop early, did you read my note?”

“Stop giving me that shit, Y/N, we should have talked about last night,”

“It was a mistake, I know Jaehyun, can we just move on?”

“Mistake?” He winces as he looks you in the eye. “What the fuck, Y/N, it wasn’t a mistake to me, I-”

“We were drunk and reminiscing, it shouldn’t have happened.”

“No, I’m glad it did. You told me you loved me. I don’t know about you, but when I said it, I was telling the truth.” Your lips are pursed as you say nothing, and he scoffs, reaching for your wrist. “Come outside with me,” with no time to argue, he pulls you outside the shop. “What’s the problem? Are we just going back to you avoiding me again?”

“No,” you shake your head, looking at your feet. “I’m gonna look for a place.”

“What?” Your response catches him off guard. “Why?”

“Because- because I can’t live with you without wanting things to be more than what they are now. Without wanting them to be like they used to be.”

“Then let them be like they used to be,” he pleads, taking your hand. “I love you, Y/N. Breaking up with you has been one of my biggest regrets, and if you want things to be like they used to be, let’s be together again.”

“No, Jaehyun, it’s-” you try to calm your breathing, running your hands down the front of your apron. “Before we broke up, I was so in love and naive, I thought that we would be together forever, I trusted myself implicitly with your heart, and vice verse, but Jae- our breakup? It wasn’t good, it was messy and we both fucked up with each other, so knowing that we have the capability to break each other’s hearts? It makes me terrified of trying this again.”

“You can’t know exactly what’s going to happen, Y/N,” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “But you have to remember we’d be going into this knowing all the mistakes we made the last time. You can’t be sure with love, but all we can really do is try our best to make things work.”

“I- oh god, what if it goes worse this time?”

“It won’t. I know you, you won’t let it get that bad, and speaking for myself, I’ll do anything I can to avoid that.” His fingers lace through yours, squeezing your hand. “Be mine again. Stop leaving so early in the morning, come back to our room, just- stop trying to get away from me, because I’m not letting go.”

Your silence seems disheartening, and he turns around to go back inside. But it isn’t until he grabs the door handle that he stumbles slightly, from the force of your hug as you wrap your arms around him from behind. “Okay,” your voice is shaky as you nod, head buried in his back. “Let’s try this again.”

And he’s whirling around to pick you up in a bone crushing hug, tears building up in the corners of both of your eyes as he spins you around, setting you back down to kiss you. And the kiss, and his hands cupping your face and the way his lips are forming a smile against yours, it fills you with a sort of warmth, a sense of safety that you haven’t felt for 6 months.

The way you feel toward Jung Jaehyun will never go away. He’ll always be yours, there will always be a space in your heart reserved for him no matter how complicated things are or the hard feelings you both share.

Inside the store, Hana shoots you a wink, making a shooing motion to tell you to take the rest of the day off. Lacing your fingers through Jaehyun’s, you pull him down the street, just as you both used to do, running around Seoul together with the simple comfort of each other.

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lookbluesoup · 5 years

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Fallout OC Interview

@robobrainmurdermysterytheatre and @quinndecker214 tagged me to do this LITERAL AGES ago! Thanks for this and IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG it got lost in my drafts I hope it was worth the wait //shot I TAG @nuclearvessel @ronqueesha @tarberrymentats @wild-w4steland-snip3r @daddyfuckinlonglegs @saltsealed @thewookieruns No pressure!!

Choose an OC.

Answer them as that OC.

Tag 5 people to do the same.

1. What is your name? Nathaniel Christian Wright. Maiden name Ronan, if, aha, you like fun-facts.

2. How old are you? You know I lost count somewhere after 240?

3. What do you look like?

4. Where are you from? Where do you live now? I was born a good ways South of here, spent most of my childhood there. Moved to Boston... before the War. Now I stay with Piper in Diamond City between work, got an infield view and everything! Never would have bet on that the day I woke up in the Vault. I guess life’s funny, hunh? I - ...I’m glad to be there.

5. What was your childhood like? Oh, nothing special, really. My Pa was ex-military, a chaplain. Ma stayed home to tend the house, and raise rambunctious sons. She was - good. I wonder sometimes whether she’d be proud of me, out here.

6. What groups are you friendly with? Are you allied with any factions? Well, I am K i n g of the Castle - a-hem, I mean, General. Yeah, just General. (//Ronnie distantly yells something about the joke not being funny the 80th time)

[[There are rumors of Nate being a leading Railroad Agent, but he absolutely would not admit to that in a casual interview xD]]

7. Tell me about your best friend. Deacon? Hah! What can’t I tell you about him! He’s got a two-dozen kids. Twelve wives. One’s a ghoul. He’s also a synth, but you didn’t hear that from me. Has an extra toe on his left foot. Those sunglasses aren’t a fashion statement, they’re glued to his face. Horrible accident, really. Inoperable. He can speak five languages, including Zetan. I swear, it’s all true! But, ah. He’s a good friend. Better than he knows.

8. Do you have a family? Tell me about them! My son, Shaun, lives here at the Castle. I wish I could bring him to Diamond City, let him make friends with the other kids, try to give him something of the life he might’ve had before the War. But I’ve got enemies. The Minutemen have enemies. Comes with the job. It’s safer for Shaun to be here, out of the limelight. And also, you know, with a barracks full of guns ready at a minute’s notice if there’s trouble. My men are family, too. Hell, I feel closer to the people here than I did most of my own blood in the old world. There’s also my butler, Codsworth. And Natalie, Piper’s little sister - well, she may as well be my little sister, too. But hey, keep that one off the record. Nat’d never forgive me.

9. What about a partner or partners? I’m a happily tethered man, bound for life to one kickass reporter, Mrs. Wright. You may have heard of her.

10. Have you ever heard of The Brotherhood of Steel? What do you think about them? [Nate seems more guarded] Yeah, I know them. That graveyard across the channel used to be their airship. I wish it had ended differently, but... well, war never changes.

11. Who are your enemies, and why? I suppose that’s a natural follow-up question. Well, most of the Raider gangs will attack on sight. Gunners, too. But we’ve managed to clear a pretty safe stretch between major towns over the past year. Since the Minutemen have established a pro-synth stance, more than a few settlements shut their doors on us. Lost a fair number of volunteers. But no violence so far. Other than that... the remnants of Brotherhood here aren’t fond of me, personally. Why? We parted on bad terms. Lets just - leave it at that. Anyone else out here can tell you the story. There are Institute survivors, too. We tried to get as many noncombatants out as we could the day it fell, but it was a battle. It was messy. A lot haven’t forgiven me for turning on them. [sighs] ...Can you blame them? The Minutemen have kept a running list of Courser sightings since then. So many still aren’t accounted for. Keeps me up at night, sometimes.

12. What about The Enclave? I’ve heard rumors. None of them good. 13. How do you feel about Super Mutants? Tough bastards. I wish we could help them. I know they don’t all go crazy, and Virgil was making progress on a cure. But I haven’t seen him in years. We’re not - really on speaking terms.

14. Have you ever fought a Deathclaw? More than once, and never unscathed. Not bragging! It’s the truth. Take a look at this, [he rolls back his sleeve to show a massive scar running over his upper arm] Piper and I got pinned down, lizard gutted me and nearly lost me an arm. Also? Ruined my best flannel shirt.

15. What’s the craziest fight you’ve ever been in? Bunker Hill. What a hellscape. Between the Railroad and the Institute, things were hot enough. But somehow the Brotherhood found out, too. It’s a wonder Bunker Hill wasn’t razed to the ground. My Courser escort was killed in a Railroad ambush and the synths we were after escaped. I barely got out alive.

[[Nate actually killed X4-18 and helped the synths escape, but that’s another Railroad secret :’D]] 16. Do you like fighting? No. But I’ll do what I have to to stay alive and protect the people I care about. 17. What’s your weapon of choice? A modified radium rifle. I was a sniper back in my army days, it’s what I’m trained in. But if the fight does get close, this gun’s versatile enough to still be useful. Wish my loadout back in Anchorage did that. I’m fond of the laser musket, too - but you only get one shot, and then everyone will know exactly where you are. Strategically it’s too limited.

18. How do you survive? Your wits, your charm, your skills, brute force, some combination? (a.k.a. what’s your S.P.E.C.I.A.L?) My winning charm, of course! [winks] And trekking all over the Commonwealth keeps me fit for when folks aren’t so interested in talking. Piper keeps the luck for both of us. I’m - pretty sure I’m cursed, actually.

S(6) P(7) E(8) C(11) I(7) A(5) L(2)

19. Have you ever been in a vault? What do you think about them? I suppose I should be grateful, really. If not for the Vaults, I’d have died two centuries ago. I’d never have met Piper, or taught Shaun to play baseball. None of this... none of this at all would have happened. [grimaces] Don’t get me wrong. Vault-tec was fucking insane. The things they did to people in some of those Vaults-? I was uncharacteristically lucky. There’s a reason they call me the Sole Survivor, and it’s not from winning some tv game show about living on an island.

20. How do you beat all the radiation around here? Has it affected you? My Pip-Boy has a Geiger counter built in so I can avoid the worst of it. But sometimes it can’t be helped. I always keep Rad-Away and Rad-X on hand. Other than that, I bring the old vault suit to wear under my clothes if I know exposure’s inevitable. It helps a little. Piper likes to tease me about that, but somehow I think she prefers me with hair and less than six limbs. Plus, my ass looks great in blue. Her words. Not mine. Yes, you can quote that.

21. What’s your favorite wasteland critter? The radstags, no doubt! [motions to Legs Washington] Look at those little extra arms wiggling around. Adorable.

22. What’s your least favorite wasteland critter? Yao guais. They are way too stealthy for something that big. I dunno what they’re eating up in Maine, but Far Harbor was full of them. Big, grumpy ones. And look, have you ever tried to outrun a bear? Don’t.

23. How do you feel about robots? I like the ones that aren’t shooting at me! Codsworth and Ada are friends. Isabel’s eyebot, Sparks? Adorable. I even got this hat from an old Sentry named Ironsides. Those Rust Devils and their junk bots though? I try not to fight them without a lot of backup. Got ambushed by a Succubus once. Not a good time. At all.

24. How many caps do you have on you right now? Why, you planning to rob me? Kidding. About 200, which is a lot for me generally speaking.

25. Nuka Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla? [Suddenly excited] Wait, does Sunset Sarsaparilla still exist?

26. Do you do chems? Aside from Med-X when I’ve been shot? Not if I can help it.

27. Do you ever think about the Pre-War world? Not as often as in the beginning, but it does happen sometimes. I’ll have dreams where I’m back in my old life, and it’s always... disorienting.

28. What’s your deepest regret? What would you do differently? There are - a lot. I’ll admit it. Sometimes I wonder, if I’d only just - hm... Well. To be honest, I’ve been trying not to linger so much on what I’ve done wrong, and focus on what I can do right for the future instead. Piper taught me that.

29. What’s your biggest achievement? Or what do you hope to achieve? I’ll always be proud to call myself Mr. Wright. If I can be half the man Piper tells me I am, I’ll consider it a life well lived.

30. What do you want for the future? For yourself? Your friends? The world? Geeze, you could give my wife a run for her money with a loaded question like that! I want... a future where folks don’t have to be afraid of monsters coming after them in the night. I want synths to have a fair chance at living their own lives, as who they are, without pretending. I want Shaun to - be able to grow up. For myself? Everything I need is right here already.

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luciesbabyboy · 4 years

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Weekend Away

1st Night

First attempt at weaving 33% truth, 33% faction and 33% fantasy....let me know how it works.

4 nights away with Lucie. No kids, in our beautiful secluded house overlooking the Atlantic coast….just the two of us on our annual time together to recharge and reconnect.

I picked her up from the airport and she threw her bags into the back of the car, we kissed and then we drove off into the evening. We had about a 2-hour drive in the fading light, but with the rush hour traffic dissipating and clear roads ahead it would still be light enough to go for a walk upon our arrival.

We chatted about our past week, upcoming events and just enjoyed each-others company as the scenery sped past.

It was close to 8.00 when we pulled into the driveway of our holiday home, there was till a good 90 minutes of light left. Our cleaner had done an excellent job of setting up the house. Cut flowers in all the vases, clean bedding, food supplies in the fridge and an opened bottle of Rioja and two glasses on the breakfast bar with a note “Enjoy your weekend away, Brian and I are having dinner on Sunday night, love for you to join us – no pressure”

I poured two glasses and went out to the car to collect the luggage. Throwing three bags on the bed, Lucie came up behind me and hugged me, squeezing my butt. I craned my neck back and planted a kiss on her lips.

“Let’s unpack later after our walk, I could do with stretching my legs” I said.

“Not so fast baby boy” she responded “I’m setting you some ground rules for the weekend”

She walked around to her side of the bed and opened up her biggest bag and started taking things out.

“Since this is our first weekend since you admitted your Adult Baby lifestyle to me, I think I need to make sure you’re diapered for the whole weekend” She unpacked 4 plastic lined training pants with animal and rocket prints on….”I’ve been shopping for this weekend” she said with a smile.

“From this moment on…until we leave on Tuesday morning you will be constantly in protection…I don’t want any leaks on those new trousers baby boy. So, here are the rules….

1) Whenever we are out you will be in training pants

a. You must ask me if you want to go to the toilet

b. If you need to do poopies I will come and wipe your bottom

2) If you don’t let me know you need the toilet and mess your training pants you will get a spanking when we get back here

3) As soon as we get back to the house you will lay on the bed and ask me to check your training pants. If they are wet without permission, you will turn over stick your bum in the air and ask me to spank your naughty bottom

4) When we are at home, you will always be diapered in these (she held up the baby blue plastic disposable diapers) for daytime and these (she held up the thick terry cloth fitted diapers) at night.

5) Whatever diapers I put you in you will be wearing a selection of these plastic pants and you will always be in these baby socks and these onesies, nothing else.

6) When at home, the toilet is off limits to you at all times.

7) You are not allowed to touch your diapers at any time

8) You have to tell me when you need to go number two and I will decide if you can use the big boy potty

9) You will always ask permission for food and drink; you cannot help yourself

10) You will always hold my hand when we are out together

11) If you break any of these rules or get grumpy about them or cause me to get angry your butt will be over my knee quicker than you can blink and your diapers will be around your knees and I will spank your naughty bottom pink then red.

12) Obey these rules and you will be rewarded with access to this (She lifted the hem of her summer dress to revel her panty-less mound) And I won’t have to tease you by playing with myself with this (out came one of her vibrators) whilst you lay next to me.

Finally she stopped taking things out of her bag and said “Agree”? with the gentlest of smiles that made me fall in love with her all over again. There was no humiliation in that smile….just love for me and my chosen lifestyle.

Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my cheek. “Agreed” I replied

“Ah baby boy, don’t cry, let’s get you changed out of those big boy clothes and go for our walk”

She sat down on my side of the bed and undid my belt and in one swift moment my underwear and jeans were in a pile at my feet. She couldn’t resist stroking my cock with her warm hand and she gently took me into her mouth and brought my semi erection to full growth. She continued sucking for about 30 seconds then suddenly stopped just as soon as she started. Getting up from the bed she hoisted my loose-fitting t-shirt over my head. Apart from my socks I was totally naked. She bent over the bed and picked up the green dinosaur training pants and matching onesie. She held the pants open and told me to step in. She pulled them up over my cock and patted my bottom.

“Okay sweetie arms up” as she slipped the onesie over my head and helped my arms into the sleeves. Kneeling she snapped the poppers in the crotch. Picked up my jeans, discarded the “big boy pants” as she called them and asked me to step into my jeans.

Buckling the belt tight she asked what shirt I would like to wear. I chose the one I was already wearing, and she helped me into that too.

I was then gently pushed onto the bed and she knelt to put my shoes on.

“I can do those if you want” I asked

“Don’t be silly baby boy….if you can’t keep your big boy underwear dry, how can I expect you to be able to tie your own shoe laces” She replied and lovingly patted me on the knee.

I was in heaven…if I had know this level of joy when I first opened up to her..I would never have left it so long to confess in the first place.

“Okay sweetie, ready for our walk, oops, nearly forgot”….and she reached into her own packed bag and slipped on a pair of white cotton panties, “can’t have me walking around in a dress with no knickers now can we….that shore line breeze might give the wildlife something to scare them”

As she closed the door and we walked out into the dimming light, I automatically felt for her hand “Good boy…I think Mrs Hand is not going to visit Mr. Bottom much this weekend if you continue to follow my rules”

We only walked for about 45 minutes. Just enough light to guide us to the ocean. The earlier glass of red wine working its magic on both of us. You could barely hear the crinkle of plastic under my jeans and occasionally I got a gentle pat on my behind.

Walking back to the house, I felt a familiar urge in my bladder. Not sure on the house/outside rules I stopped.

Lucie looked at me, the clear night sky dimming to ever disappearing sun gently lit my confused face.

“What’s up baby boy”?

“I think I need to go to the potty” I replied, “Can I go”?

“Well, its only about 10 minutes until we are home, do you think you can wait”?

“I’m not sure, I don’t want to risk wetting myself first time out, certainly not without your permission”

“Ah that’s okay baby boy, you asked permission to go potty, so I wouldn’t spank you for it…but if you don’t want to wet your trainers I can help you out, you can pee in that bush over there”

“yes please” I said,

“Okay sweetie” She held my hand and walked over to the bush, she undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor, then I heard her unsnapping my crotch buttons and then the fresh evening air cooled my bottom and privates as my trainers also hit the floor. Lucie held my onesie to one side and said “go ahead baby boy, go wee-wee’s for me”

It felt weird and I struggled, maybe it was the cold, or just the new dynamic I wasn’t really sure, but I couldn’t pee.

Lucie shushed me and stroked my bottom. ”O sweetie, is my little boy all shy and doesn’t want to pee for his mama”?

”I don’t know, it won’t start, maybe it’s the cold air”

“Or maybe you’re being a bratty naughty boy who is being silly”?

“No honestly, I can’t do it, I must be the cold”

“Its okay baby…don’t worry, lets get you all snapped up and back to the house”

After dressing me up again, we continued to walk back to the house. The inside lights guided us in the gloom and within 10 minutes we were back inside. Once inside she said that she was going to shower and get ready for bed. I said I was going to put things away and set up the TV for Netflix

Halfway through setting up the new TV with our account info, I desperately felt the need to pee. The water, the red wine, the cold then warm environments all working a combined force on my bladder control,

I walked… actually trotted to where the on-suite was and tried the door. I could hear the shower on full blast, and she had turned on the Alexa and was singing her heart out to her favourite country songs. I tried the door in a last attempt at adulthood, but she had locked it. Either on purpose or by habit from having two teenage daughters bursting into our bathroom at home…

I knocked the door out of desperation as I felt a little spurt leak out into the front of my trainers. No reply. I knew she would be another 10 minutes in the bathroom, I hopped from foot to foot, and squeezed my cock through my trainers in a vain attempt to quell the urge to pee. It would only buy me a minute or two, I could break rule number 6, she wouldn’t know. She would be in the bathroom another 10 minutes at least.

I carefully walked to the bathroom, undid my jeans, unsnapped my poppers and pulled my trainers down to my knees, only just managing to control my stream as it forced its way into the bowl. The relief on my face was abject, the pain in my bladder subsiding…

I quickly pulled my trainers up, re-did my poppers and remembering rule number rule number 5, I folded my jeans up and walked out into the living area in just my onesie and socks.

I then went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed waiting for Lucie to come out of the bathroom.

After 10 minutes she appeared from a cloud of steam, my beautiful wife with her hair tied up, a thigh high sleep t-shirt barely covered her bum. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Glad to see my baby boy is ready for his checks, but didn’t you need to go to the toilet when you got back”?

I hesitated, for a millisecond, but I knew she picked up on my nervousness, “No, funny, but the need never came back sweetie��

“Okay, baby boy, I’m just going to our myself a glass of wine and I’ll be back in to get you ready for bed”

I heard her go into the kitchen and pour two glasses of wine. Then silence. Finally, after about two minutes she appeared at the bedroom door holding two glasses of wine and sporting a frown on her forehead

“Care to explain to me your last 15 minutes”

“Hmmm, set up the TV, put away some of the food, came in here to lay down”

“Is that it, it that your final answer?”

“Yes, honestly”

“Well then, I guess we better call Angie and say her services are not required any longer as the guest bathroom has not been cleaned, there is pee in the bowl and all over the toilet seat”

I secretly cursed my stupidity. I was in such a rush to get out, I forgot to clean up and flush. Damn it, damn it damn it..

My silence spoke volumes and I just did nothing but stare into the void

“Well, well, looks like Mrs. Hand will be paying a visit to Mr. Bottom after all, but first I want to remind you.

You broke the rule of not using the toilets, that’s 10 smacks on each cheek

You lied to me, that’s another 20 smacks on each bottom cheek

She then pushed her hand down the front of my trainers and felt the tiniest of damp patches where I let out the smallest of leaks trying to get into the bathroom

“And you wet your trainers without telling me, that’s another 20 smacks on each bottom cheek sweetie. I don’t think my hand will be able to survive 100 smacks on your bottom”, she walked around to the large bag on the floor, “good job I bought Mrs. Paddle along for the ride, you two are going to get well acquainted in the next 20 minutes”

“But, its not fair….you locked the door to the bathroom, I tried to open it and then I knocked, I didn’t want to wet my trainers on my first night”

“But…but…..but….nothing baby boy,

1) You lied to me

2) You tried to hide your naughtiness

3) You broke the no potty rule

4) You wet your trainers anyway

You would have been better to wet your trainers and confess to me….I might have been lenient with you if you had, I might have agreed with you and just cleaned you up and put you straight into your night time diapers…but…but…but… you didn’t did you?

She walked to the dresser and pulled out the stool, sat down and her night shirt lifted up over her beautiful tight thighs briefly releveling her panties

She crooked her finger at me. “Over here baby boy”

I shuffled over to her and as soon as I was within reach, she hauled me over her lap, adjusted me so my bottom was at the highest position possible

I felt her right leg come out from under me and clamp my legs into position.

“Sweetie, you broke my rules, you lied to me and you still wet yourself. You are a 4-year-old baby boy and I will not tolerate this behaviour.” At that I felt her fingers go into the waistband of my trainers and yank them down to my knees.

Without warning, or warming up, the paddle started it job, swish, splat, swish, splat, left cheek to right check, rhythmically and without pause. Every 5 seconds a fresh slap landed on alternating bottom cheeks. Within 30 spanks, I was breathing hard, it took another 30 spanks before I started crying, by the time she had counted to 90 I was sobbing and inhaling deeply between the next smack. She stopped at 90 and I hoped, against hope, she had mis-counted.

“Okay sweetie, I want you to stand in the corner and you can stand there for 10 minutes whilst I get everything ready for your bedtime, You’re going to get your final 10 in the diaper position then I can put you straight into your night time diapers and then we can snuggle in bed as its getting late”

I felt her legs release its grip on mine and I stood up, I went to rub the pain away from my bottom but she slapped my hands away…”No touching baby boy”

I waddled to the corner and faced the wall.

I could hear Lucie tinkering in the background, gently singing to herself.

After 10 minutes, I felt her hand on my bottom, “Okay baby boy, onto the bed for me please”

I turned around and there in front of me the bed had been transformed into a changing station. A large towel covered 3 quarters of the bed, baby powder, baby oil, baby wipes, on one side, plastic pants with jumping lambs on the cover and matching blue onesie on the other, and right down the centre my baby blue Velcro diaper with absorbent inner lay waiting for my bottom.

I shuffled over, the tears dry on my cheeks.

I lay down on the middle of the diaper, knees up.

Lucie then pulled my ankles gently together and lifted them up over my stomach, she grabbed a wet wipe and expertly and gently wiped my genitals and bottom, front to back, then another cooling wipe wiped over both of my cheeks and then again between them. My legs came down and a fresh wipe cleaned my stomach and my pubic area.

“There all clean baby boy” Within a flash, my ankles were together and up over my head.

“Now baby boy, I want you to count for me a we finish your spankies. Don’t mis-count or I’ll start again.

Slap, 1, Slap,2, Slap, 3, Slap 4, …….all the way up to 10.

“Well done, baby boy, you counted so well for me and took your spankies so well” She let go of my legs and opened them and I felt baby oil being worked into my groin and bottom, next a liberal sprinkling of baby powder all over my diaper area then the front was quickly pulled between my legs and the Velcro sides fastened tightly over my waist. I automatically lifted my legs as she reached for the plastic pants, she eased them up my legs and I instinctively lifted my bottom as they were pulled up.

Lucie pulled me up into a sitting position and gently pulled the matching onesie over my head, she kissed me gently as my head popped out and laughed. Helping me with the arms I was then lifted to my feet as she knelt down and snapped the three heavy duty poppers of my crotch.

“All done baby boy, I know its late, but mama wants to watch some tv, do you want snuggles with mama in bed? I can get you a bottle of warm chocolate milk if you want”

“Yes please mama, that would be nice” I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. It had been a long day, I’d been at work since 5am, the long drive, the walking and the bedtime activities all taking it toll…on both of us.

I grabbed my stuffed elephant and lay down in the fresh sheets of the bed, lucie went into the kitchen

I She returned 1 couple of minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm chocolate milk.

“There you go sweetie, don’t gulp it all at once”

She lay down on the bed and I snuggled into her chest and stomach. Looking up at her, she held my bottle in place as she pushed it into my open mouth., with her other hand she flicked the TV on to a movie channel and selected our favourite Meg Ryan movie…French Kiss….I was indeed a spoiled happy baby boy.

I suckled on the bottle for five minutes whilst Lucie stroked my hair and gently patted the front of my diaper.

The last thing I heard was the opening credit music to the movie as I closed my eyes and fell into a long a deep sleep.

I’m not sure how long I had slept there but I woke up around 2am needing to pee. Lucie had fallen asleep and the duvet covers were only covering her legs. He night t-shirt had risen exposing her sexy bottom clad in silky white knickers. I reached out and started to stroke them.

“What’s up baby boy, did you wake up? were you not warm enough? I tucked you into your blankies nice and tight.”

“No, I need to go to the potty”

“Ah baby boy, thank you for telling me, but you are wearing your night-time diapers and plastic pants, you can do your wee-wees in your diaper”

I lay down next to her on the bed, the plastic pants crinkling as I did so.

“Are you sure mama”?

“Yes, of course, that’s what night-time diapers are for. No need to wake me if you need to go potty at night”

She then turned over to face me, rested her hand on the front of my diaper and said “Go ahead sweetie, mama will sort it out in the morning”

With that I relaxed my bladder muscles and let a flood of pee run into the front of my diaper.

I could feel Lucie smiling at me,

The warmth flooded the front of my diaper, Lucie popped another pacifier into my mouth, and I drifted back off to sleep with Lucie’s gentle rhythmic patting of the front of my diaper. The stresses of the world dissolving with every suck of my pacifier.

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ivycrossing0101010 · 4 years

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100 Days to Animal Crossing Challenge!

In the spirit of the countdown to New Leaf (remember when? :’) ), and to help wile away the days, here’s 100 questions for every day until New Horizons is here! Enjoy!

1. Do you prefer making up a new name for your villager, or using your own name? I always name my villager after myself. I go for the immersion!

2. Do you use the first map you’re given, or do you reset for layouts? I used to reset for layouts, until I started hacking. In New Horizons, I'll just be resetting for fruit!

3. Do you use the face you’re given, or do you wait for guides and choose your favourite? I would look for guides. Even with hacking, it's easier to just start with the face you want.

4. Favourite town/island name?/Have you a name picked out for your town/island? My favorite town name that I've seen so far is Lunaire. I don't want to share my town name just yet. It's nothing revolutionary or anything but its personal I guess?

5. Will you be sharing with friends/family, or is your island going to be all your own? I will be having my own island! My husband will have his own island as well. He says we'll spend most of our time in my island though lol

6. What’s a new feature you’re excited about? T E R R A F O R M

7. Favourite fruit? Peaches!

8. Least favourite fruit? Pears!

9. Favourite area? (Beach, campground, shopping district etc, from any entry in the series.) My favorite place was the wishing well in ACPG. So cute and sweet. As much as I loved the plaza in ACNL, it's got nothing on the original!

10. Where do you like to like to put your house? Do you like that level of customization, or do you prefer to have some things decided, like in older entries? I like to put my house near waterfalls, its relaxing and good for fishing! I could never get my house near the water in older games, so it was a nice change in ACNL.

11. Favourite grass pattern? Personally, I never really notice the grass patterns!

12. Least favourite grass pattern? See #11 :v

13. Favourite villager/s? My fav villagers are Skye and Punchy 💕

14. Least favourite villager/s? I hate Elise the Monkey

15. Did you like doing Tom Nook’s chores, or did you find those to be a pain? I used to find them a pain as a kid but I miss them now. It was so much more engaging!

16. Favourite NPC/s? My fav would have to be KK. He's such a cool dude, he's just full of nostalgia for me.

17. Least favourite NPC/s? I don't really have a least favorite? I guess Katie's mom, her lipstick is tacky imo

18. Do you use paths? Are you excited about the new path tool? With hacking, I use clover paths so they're easier to see on the editor. I can't wait to have real paths, though!

19. Favourite feature from an older entry? The festivities! The neighbors were so much more engaged in ACPG, ACNL is sorta boring in comparison.

20. What was your first Animal Crossing game? My first was ACPG, the gamecube one!

21. Favourite activity (fishing, bug catching, fossil hunting, other)? Fishing was always exciting AND relaxing for me

22. Least favourite activity? Fossil hunting, but only because I don't get immediately results and I'm impatient lol

23. Favourite bug? Even though I don't like these irl, snails hehe

24. Least favourite bug? Scorpions and tarantulas, only because I've almost never encountered them in ANY game

25. A quarter of the way there! How’s the wait? Agonizing

26. Favourite fish? It's not actually a fish, but I like the softshell turtle!

27. Least favourite fish? The napoleon fish, that big blue one -.-

28. Favourite fossil? The ammonite!

29. Least favourite fossil? Don't really have one lol

30. Favourite furniture series? I've always liked the flower set you get from Leif and the mush set, so cute!

31. Least favourite furniture series? The holiday specific ones, they're so tacky and boring!

32. Favourite soundtrack? (Gamecube, DS/Wii, etc) Gamecube for sure

33. Least favourite soundtrack? Honestly, ACNL. Don't dig the steel drum

34. Favourite wallpaper? The ivy wall hehe

35. Do you have a nice memory of the games/community etc you’d like to share? I didn't really have too much interaction with the community until recently! I just gained a bunch of followers and it's super flattering lol I want to become more involved!

36. Least favourite wallpaper? Cheese...

37. Favourite carpet? I personally love the old board flooring, so simple and rustic!

38. Least favourite carpet? CHEESE

39. Favourite furniture item? The fairy bottle from the Welcome Amiibo update!

40. Will you be buying a Switch for Animal Crossing, or do you already have one? I'm trading in my old switch for the slick new Animal Crossing Switch!

41. Least favourite furniture item? The ultra things that you can get from Redd, so useless!

42. Favourite flower? Carnations!

43. Least favourite flower? Cosmos!

44. Favourite hybrid? Blue roses for sure

45. Least favourite hybrid? Any cosmos

46. Favourite shirt? The denim shirt, long sleeve

47. Favourite dress? I like the raincoat

48. Favourite accessory? Silver frames!

49. Favourite hat/helmet? The keroppi pins

50. Halfway there! How’s the wait going? Pretty numb!

51. Favourite shop? Dream Suite! So much fun visiting towns!

52. Do you collect amiibo cards/figures? Would you like to see them used in the new game? I have all the amiibo cards are all my fav neighbors, and about have of the total amiibo cards that exist. Idk if I'll use them right away and get all my favs or if I'll let my town naturally fill up and then switch folks out yet

53. Fishing Tourney or Bug-Off? Fishing Tourney, I like fishing more

54. Do you like making your own clothing patterns? I used to, but ACPC made me appreciate the already made in game clothes

55. Did you streetpass with many other ACNL players, or is it a feature you didn’t get much use of? I don't get much use out of it nowadays but I would always come back from conventions with a full showcase when I was younger

56. Favourite villager species? Cats!

57. Least favourite villager species? Monkeys

58. Favourite nickname from a villager? I don't really remember the nicknames I got

59. Least favourite nickname from a villager? I also always hated them!

60. Do you try to collect everything in the game, or just try to get your favourite bits and pieces? Bits and pieces for sure

61. Favourite villager personality? Normal and lazy

62. Least favourite villager personality? Jock

63. Do you “plot reset” for villager house placement, or do you let them move in wherever they want? During my first playthrough of ACNL, I didn't. Then I started doing it when I learned about it. Then I started hacking!

64. Are you excited to wear any of the new accessories (like the bags etc shown in the E3 trailer)? ACPC sorta spoiled that stuff for me, they're still very much appreciated though

65. What season are you most looking forward to seeing in New Horizons? Spring!! 🌸🌸🌸

66. What’s your favourite season? Spring again hehe

67. Least favourite season? Summer, kinda boring

68. Which game’s events/holidays do you like the most? Ones that are actually engaging with you and the neighbors

69. Which game’s events/holidays do you like least? Days like solstices, which just served as "Isabelle is unavailable" Days

70. Do you have another nice AC related memory you’d like to share (in-game, of the community, etc)? When ACPG came out, I was about 6. I had a DVD with those lame live action commercials and I was ENAMORED with them! Obsessed! I begged my parents for the game and they would hem and haw "well there's a lot of reading... you'll have to get better at reading... we won't always be able to help you read it..." and I swore up and down that I'd learn and practice reading. Obviously, nearly 20 years later, I'm still completely obsessed

71. Do you prefer the “live” versions of K.K. Slider’s Songs, or the airchecks? I like both but for different reasons. The live versions are nice and nostalgic and the air checks are closer to the aesthetic that they're actually trying to portray

72. An NPC you’d like to see more of? Farley and Serena!

73. An NPC you’d like to see less of? None in particular, everyone is pretty well designed imo

74. If you could have any piece of AC merchandise, which would it be? I once saw a cute bento box with pics from the movie, my soul died knowing I may never find it to buy anywhere

75. Only 25 days left to go! How’s the wait? Still numb!

76. Will you be downloading the game, or getting a physical copy? I'm getting a physical copy and my husband is getting a digital, so he can't be tempted to sell it!

77. Do you like coming up with your own town tune/flag, or using what the game gives you/something from a book/tv show/other game, etc? I like doing a sort of japanese "end of school" bell for my town tune, only for the town clock. Idk how I'm gonna do it in this game though...

78. Do you play every day, or every other day/when you feel like it/other? I used to play ACNL everyday, then it got a bit boring. I'm gonna play ACNH literally everyday forever lol

79. Are you the kind of person who starts over after leaving their town for a really long time, or do you try to get right back to it? I tend to restart a lot, but I recently decided to leave my ACNL town with no regrets so I hacked the crap out of it without feeling tacky or cringy

80. Do you remember how you got into the Animal Crossing series? It immediately caught my eye as a 6 year old and its had its grasp on me since

81. Do you like to make up a story for the town/character when you play, or do you just play as yourself? I play as myself but I sorta make a bunch of headcanons for myself and my neighbors and stuff to make it more interesting for me. Sometimes its embarrassing and sometimes I need to tell the people!

82. Favourite dream address / “theme” for a town (pastel, fairytale, forest, horror, etc)? My favorite town has always been Pastelia, although the mayor's name is escaping me atm >m<"

83. Do you like to have your house fully upgraded/paid off, or do you like keeping it smaller/having fewer rooms? I used to fully upgrade my house all the time but my current ACNL house only have 4 rooms and that's IT

84. Favourite hairstyle? The one with the middle split and it goes behind the ears

85. Least favourite hairstyle? The three ponytails, rip ACWW me

86. Favourite hair colour? I go either pink or my natural brown

87. Least favourite hair colour? That bright green...

88. Do you prefer wearing in-game clothes, or custom designs? In game clothes!

89. Favourite hourly track? 2 pm from ACPG

90. Just ten more days! How’re you feeling? Half paid off my new switch, so ready!

91. Least favourite hourly track? I don't think I have one!

92. Do you prefer to know all about the game before designing your town/island/house, or do you like to wing it? Bro, I've been glued to my phone since the direct came out

93. Another nice Animal Crossing memory? ACNL came out around the time my husband and I started dating, almost exactly at the same time. Now its 8 years later, we're married, and we're gonna play another animal crossing game together finally!

94. Are you excited about same-system multiplayer? Its gonna be great for a lot of people, kinda useless for me though

95. Five more days! Are you going to trade/use amiibo to get your favourite villager, or wait for them to move in themselves/make a new favourite? I think I'll put in my 2 top favs, and then see what comes. Maybe after a few months I'll put everyone in

96. Favourite emotion/Shrunk joke? I don't really like his jokes, but my fav emotions to use are the bashful ones

97. Least favourite emotion/Shrunk joke? Not a fan of his dopey dance

98. Is there a feature you’d like to add to Animal Crossing? I wanna be able to decorate for my neighbors so badly!

99. Is there a feature you’d take away? It kinda seems like a lot of issues were solved in ACNH, I guess we'll see what's leftover as an annoying feature

100. Final day! Any more thoughts? Midnight release at my local gamestop! Gonna be there with a bunch of DOOM fans too! Can't wait!!

#ac asks #personal

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cal-puddies · 5 years

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your kind of heaven || pt 2 make out with me || luke hemmings

pt 1. || pt 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5 || Pt. 6 || pt. 7 || pt. 8 || pt. 9 || pt. 10

Shawn grins and wraps you in his arms when you arrive. “Hey you’re here! Did you have a chance to check out the condo?” He asks.

“No, I came straight here. I’m feeling inspired.” You grin.

“Ok, awesome. I’m gonna order food and coffee and we can get started in the meantime?” He checks.

“Yeah, Shawn. That’d be great!” You grin, setting your stuff down and pulling out your guitar.

Around week 4 you were enjoying a glass of wine on the balcony from the condo Shawn set you up in. Every song had been about Luke.

You always saw him in everything. The blue in the sky matching the color of his eyes, blankets weren’t as warm when they didn’t smell like him, clothes not as comfy if they didn’t feel like him.

So you pick up the phone, staring at it, and then looking back at the night sky. You decide on it, scroll the contacts and click on Luke’s name.

“Baby?” Luke asks, after only 2 rings.

“Hey handsome.” You let out a sigh. “Sorry to call so late.” You take a sip and look down at the ground. “Just… we were writing and I… I was thinking about you. I miss you.”

“You can call anytime baby, you know that. I miss you too though.” He admits.

“Luke… are we gonna be ok?” You ask, looking back out at the night sky.

“You staring at the sky?” He asks, passing over your question. ‘Mmmhmmm’ you hum. “Red or white?”

“Red.” You say, wondering what he’s getting at.

“I think we’re gonna be good babe. We’re staring at the same sky, drinking the same color wine, thinking about each other.” He says quietly.

“I really miss you.” You whisper.

“I can be there baby.” He whispers back. “I can get on a plane in the morning.”

“Don’t you have a thing.” It wasn’t a question, because you knew. You could access his schedule, you shared a calendar.

“Everything can be moved, babe, that’s not even that important. You though, being there for you… that’s important.” He argues.

“I’d like to see you.” You mention. “If you can?”

He hears the loneliness, it tugs at his heart. It makes him ache too. He missed you, but he was resigned to think that was only him, and to hear it wasn’t, to hear that you wanted him too, you missed him like crazy, he wanted the next flight. Whether it was 15 minutes away or 15 hours.

He knew he was being rash. He couldn’t catch the exact next flight. He’d need to reschedule what he had.

“Yeah baby. What if I come up for the weekend? I could come in… like Thursday night probably?” He asks.

“Really Luke? You’d do that?”

“You know i'd do anything for you, angel.”

“I love you Luke.” You say quietly.

“I love you.” He responds, just as quietly.

And then you guys just sit quietly, on the phone together for a while. At least a good 30 minutes, just listening to each other breathe.

You finish your glass of wine and look at the sky one more time.

“I’m exhausted Luke. I think I’m gonna head to bed. I hope I get to see you this weekend.”

“Have I ever let you down, my love? I’ll see you Thursday.”

You grin and bite your lip. You were ecstatic to see Luke, to let him hold you. “Mmm kay babe, I love you. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, my love.”

You put your wine glass in the sink and cork the bottle of wine you’d opened. You take your rings off to wash your face and brush your teeth. And as your standing there, you stare down at them, and then pick up the engagement ring.

Luke had been strangely giggly that whole day, and he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You’d spent the day at home, so it didn’t really matter, but he was touching you whenever he could.

You’d agreed to a mid afternoon nap with him in bed, and you were laying with your head on his chest. He played with your fingers.

“I wanna ask you something.” He'd said.

You looked up at him and smiled, “you can ask me anything, ask away.”

He reached over, pulling the drawer open on the nightstand, and grabbed something, closing it in his large hand, before knocking the drawer closed with the back of his hand.

“I love you.” He rubbed your back with his other hand. “I can’t imagine my life without you. I want you around forever.” He sighed. “And I wanted this to be a big gesture and super romantic, but I’m feeling it today.” He opened his hand, and set the box on his chest.

You sit up on your knees and looked at him a little panicked. “Luke.”

“Marry me?” He asked. You held your hands over your face as you started to cry. “Baby?”

“Yes Luke, of course.” You agreed.

He slipped the ring on your finger and pulled you close to him, kissing you. And it turned into an afternoon of sex, or making love, and a night of giggles and sweet kisses.

You smile to yourself. You missed the early days of you and Luke. You knew, deep down everything was still there, but you just hadn’t put in the effort. Neither of you had.

So Thursday couldn’t come soon enough and Shawn could tell you were a bit distracted. He wasn’t all in on Luke coming to visit, but you reminded him he’d already wanted Friday off.

You were texting Luke, you knew he had to be mid flight, but you couldn’t wait to get him here, to be kissing him, wrapped up in his arms.

You wanted to get him into bed, if you were honest. You always saw eye to eye in bed.

Shawn had different plans, as you waited. He showed up with a bottle of wine. He’d managed to get his shirt off halfway through, and sure, Shawn had a nice body that he worked hard for, but you were more than happy with Luke and his being a little soft around the middle, you loved it actually.

And Luke has some timing because Shawn pulls you in for a kiss as Luke is walking in the door. You push him off. “Shawn, what the…?”

“Uhh, what’s going on in here?” Luke asks, dropping his bag.

“Luke!” You turn and pull out of Shawn’s grip to go to him. Luke happily accepts you in his arms and he holds you a tight. You look up at him, “he kissed me, I swear.”

“I know what I saw babe.” He says quietly, nodding. His hand cups your face and he kisses you hard and deep, lots of tongue and he’s kissing you the loudest he could. “Missed you baby.” He says loudly. “Hi Shawn. Thanks for having Friday off. But I think we’re gonna want some alone time.” He holds onto you tightly.

Shawn rolls his eyes but pulls his shirt back on and he leaves.

“I’m really happy to see you Luke. I’ve been thinking about you so much lately.” You mumble against his chest.

“Our house feels so empty without you.” He pouts. “I’ve missed you, I miss you next to me. When you called the other night… I can’t tell you how much I needed that.”

You push yourself against Luke’s chest and hold him tight. “I need you Luke.” You whisper.

He kisses the top of your head, “hasn’t felt that way.” He whispers.

“I know. Same could be said for you.” You mention.

“I know.” He agrees. “I love you…. now come make out with me, and I’ll love on you in the morning.” He coaxes, pulling you to the couch.

Luke is all smiles in the morning. Even with you riding him, all smiles and giggles around the moans. His fingers don’t grip as tightly as they had been, and it didn’t seem to be just about the sex like it’d become, it was about being close, as close to you as physically possible.

“Come here, I’m gonna cum.” Luke says quietly, pulling you down to kiss him.

The entire weekend went like that, hands on, sweet kisses, hand holding; all over the city, pap pictures, fan pictures, bottles of wine on the terrace, naked nights, morning sex, afternoon sex that flowed into naps, sex before bed that turned into cuddles and sweet talk.

You actually cried when Luke had to leave. You felt so close to him and you didn’t want him to go, but he needed to get back to the new album and you understood that.

“Love you baby.” He whispers into the top of your head, standing at the door.

“Love you Luke. Just a couple more weeks.” You mumble into his chest.

“Then come home to me, and we’ll keep working on this.” He pulls away enough to kiss you deep. “I gotta go.” He groans, squeezing you tight and kissing you one last time.

Shawn made the next few days stressful, he wanted to talk about Luke’s visit and he insisted on reminding you of all the things you’d complained to him about on wine nights or over dinner or drinks over the last couple years.

He liked to bring up the times you thought Luke was being clingy, or that he always put his music first, or the guys. That he never quit talking about having kids.

But looking back, Luke was just trying to be supportive and show you he cared, and of course he put music first, so did you and that was understood when you got together. And he’s always been straight with you about wanting kids. So you couldn’t fault him.

Ultimately, you were ready to go home. And once you were done, you left early.

You expect Luke to be gone, it’s not even noon when you arrive home, oddly Ms. P was gone, and it didn’t look like Luke had even slept at home.

You don’t think much more of it, he probably crashed at one of the guys, sometimes he did that even when you were home. So, you do some laundry and watch TV, take a nap. There wasn’t much in the way of food in the house so you end up at the grocery store, though inevitably you’ll order in.

You’re in the liquor section picking up more wine, it seemed like Luke had burned through quite a bit when you were gone, which was unusual, it wasn’t usually his drink of choice. But, you run into Cal.

“Hey you.” Cal says, standing at the other end of the cart.

“Hey Cal.” You smile. He comes over and hugs you. “How’re you? How’s the album coming?”

“Oh, we haven’t really started it.” He gives you a weird, but surprised look, he’s surprised you don’t know this. “Luke and Ash have both been working on some other things. Luke’s outta town with Sierra right now, they’re writing together for her new album. I thought you knew that…”

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bookofjin · 4 years

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Records of Han, 1st Year of Jiaping (311 AD)

An eventful year

1st Year of Jiaping, Summer, 4th Month [6 May – 2 June], Han's Zhao Gu and Wang Sang attacked Pei Dun, and killed him.

5th Month [3 June – 2 July], used the Commandant of Guards, Huyan Yan, as Envoy Holding the Tally, Great Chief-Controller of the Vanguard, and Great General of the Van Army. He paired him with 27 000 forbidden troops, to enter the Luo river-lands from Yiyang. He instructed Mi of Donglai, the Dragon-Prancing [General], Liu Yao, and the [General who] Garrisons the Army, Shi Le, to advance the armies and meet with him.

By the time Yan reached Henan, Jin host had from beginning to end been defeated twelve times, the dead were more than 30 000 people. After a long chase, he besieged Luoyang. Mi and others had not yet arrived, so Yan halted the supply wagons at Zhang Fang's old ramparts.

On guiwei [29 June], he first arrived at Luoyang.

On jiashen [30 June], he attacked the Pingchang Gate.

On bingxu [2 July], he overcame it. Thereupon he burnt the Dongyang and Xuanyang Gates, and the various registries and offices. Emperor Huai dispatched the Intendant of Henan, Liu Mo, to resist him, the kingly host was defeated at She Gate.

6th Month, dinghai [3 July], New Moon, Yan, since the outer connections did not arrive, set out from the Dongyang Gate, carried off kings, excellencies and below, more than 200 men and women, and left. At the time the Emperor wanted to cross the He and escape eastward, he prepared a boat on the Luo River. Yan burnt it utterly, and turned back to Zhang Fang's old ramparts.

Mi and Yao robbed Xiangcheng, and then met up with Yan to besiege Luoyang. At the time within the city there was considerable famine, people all ate each other, the hundred officials divided and scattered and were not of firm purpose, and the excellencies and ministers ran to Heyin.

On gengyin [6 July], the Minister of Works, Xun Fan, and the Brilliantly Blessed Grandee Xun Zu, ran to Huanyuan. The Leader of the Left to the Heir-Apparent, Wen, Ji,at night opened the Guangmo Gate, and ran to the Xiaoping Ford.

On xinmao [7 July], Wang Mi arrived at Xuanyang Gate.

On renchen [8 July], Liu Yao, arrived at Ximing Gate.

On dingyou [13 July], the Xuanyang Gate fell. A crowd of twelve kings were with bound hands at the military gate, with sable tail, cicada wings, to thereby make whole the kingly offices. Yao, Mi, and others thereupon entered into the southern palace, they climbed to the Grand Eminence Front Hall, let loose the troops to greatly plunder, and thoroughly gathered the palace people and precious treasure.

The Emperor opened the Hualin Park Gate, and set out for the Heyin Lotus-root Pool, wishing to favour Chang'an. He was pursued by Yao and others and caught. They secluded the Jin Emperor at the Duan Gate. Yao entered from the Ximing Gate to station at the military treasury. Yao and others thereupon pressured and humiliated August Empress Yang.

On wuxu [14 July], Yao killed Jin's Heir-Apparent, Quan, sent out to dig out the mounds and tombs, and burnt down the palaces and temples, the city offices were washed clean entirely. The King of Wu, Yan, the King Jingling, Mao, the Supervisor of the Left of the Masters of Writing, He Yu, the Supervisor of the Right, Cao Fu, the Masters of Writing Lüqiu Chong, Yuan Can, Wang Gun, the Intendant of Henan, Liu Mo, and others were all murdered. The dead among the hundred officials, gentlemen and commoners, men and women, were more than 30 000 people. To the north of the Luo River, they made there to be a capital watchtower.

Moved the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, the Palace Attendant Yu Min and others, and the six imperial signets transmitted to the state, to Pingyang.

On dingwei [23 July], a great amnesty, and changed the inaugural to be the 1st Year of Jiaping [“Excellent Peace”]. Used the Emperor as Specially Advanced, Brilliantly Blessed Grandee of the Left, and Duke of Ping'e. Used the Palace Attendants Yu Shi and Wang Jun as Brilliantly Blessed Grandees.

During Mi's plundering, Yao forbid it, but Mi did not follow. Yao beheaded his Serrated Gates Wang Yan to thereby display. Mi was furious, he and Yao blocked the troops and attacked each other, the dead were more than 1 000 people. Mi's Senior Clerk, Zhang Song, admonished,saying:

Your Enlightened Excellency and the House of State are together rising up the great affair, and the affair began just now, that is all. To readily attack and chastise each other, how can you face seeing the Ruler and Sovereign? The merit of pacifying Luo truly is the General's, however Liu Yao is of the august clan, [you] ought to be little a below him. Reflecting on Jin's two Wang pacifying Wu, they are then not distant. [I] wish the Enlightened General to consider them a likelihood. Even if the General hinders the troops and does not return, how is he similar to the sons and brothers of the lineage clan!

Mi said:

Good. If not for Sir, I would not understand this mistake.

Hence he went to Yao to apologize. They mended their differences so it was like before. Mi said:

That this low official understand his mistake then really was the merit of Senior Clerk Zhang.

Yao spoke to Song, saying:

You, Lord, are Zhu Jian, why is it you have standard life!

Each bestowed on Song 100 jin of gold.

Mi spoke to Yao, saying:

Luoyang is at the centre of Under Heaven, and strengthened by the mountains the He and the four passes, the walls moats, palaces and houses are without provisional designs and constructions. We ought to clarify to the Ruler and Sovereign to move the capital from Pingyang to it.

Yao, since Under Heaven was not yet settled, and Luoyang faced enemies on four sides and could not be defended, did not employ Mi's stratagem, he burnt it down and left. Mi angrily said:

Son of the Tuge, how do [you] have the thoughts of kings and emperors! What Under Heaven is the explanation for you!

Thereupon he guided the multitudes to go east and station at Xiang Pass.

Earlier, Yao, since Mi had first entered Luo, and had not waited for him, was angry with him. Reaching this point, the mistrust and grudges was thereupon driving a wedge between them. Mi considered the former Colonel Minister of Retainers, LiuTun his countryman with long-held reputation, and for that reason he escaped from the difficulties. Tun because of that advised Mi, saying:

Now the gallant and valiant are contending to rise up, the hems of the Nine Provinces are splitting. Those who have merit not of this generation within the firmament are not made space for. General, from when [you] rose up with troops and onwards, which attacks did not succeed, which battles did [you] not win? And again when [you] and Liu Yao did not cooperate, [you] properly thought of the faults of Wen Zhong and used Fan Li as your teacher.

Moreover if the General possibly is not in the thoughts of kings and emperors, [you can] be king of the east in the home province, and accordingly observe the tendencies of the times. At best [you] can thereby uniting Under Heaven, at worst [you] can complete the affairs of the tripartite balance, how are [you] worse than Sun and Liu! Kuai Tong has spoken, the General ought to make plans for it.

Mi considered him to be correct.

Autumn, 7th Month [1 August – 30 August], the King of Nanyang, Mo sent the Serrated Gates Zhao Ran to defend Puban. Ran requested to become Grand Warden of Pingyi, but did not get it. He was angry, and led the multitudes to surrender to Liu Cong. Cong used Ran as General who Pacifies the West.

8th Month [31 August – 28 September], Liu Cong dispatched his [General who] Pacifies the West, Zhao Ran and [General who] Calms the West, Liu Ya, to lead 20 000 cavalry and attack the King of Nanyang, Mo, at Chang'an. Can and Yao led a great multitude to maintain them. Ran attacked the kingly host at the Tong Pass, General Lü Yi died there. The army arrived at Xiagui. Liang province' general Beigong Chun led his multitudes from Chang'an to surrender to Han. Mo sent Chunyu Ding to resist them. He was defeated by Ran. The gentlemen and multitudes left and deserted, the granaries and treasuries were empty and exhausted. The Libationer Wei Fu said:

Matters are urgent, an early surrender can be the escape.

Mo followed him, and thereupon surrendered to Ran. Ran sat with legs spread and rolled-up sleeves to count out Mo's crimes, he sent him off to go to Can. The cast off people of Chang'an, more than 4 000 families, ran to Hanzhong.

9th Month [29 September – 28 October], Can murdered Mo and his son, the King of Fanyang, Li. He used Mo's Consort, Ms. Liu, to bestow on Zhang Ben of the Hu as wife. He sent off the General of Guards, Liang Fen, Mo's Senior Clerk, Lu Yao, the two Cavaliers in Regular Attendance, Du Ao and Xin Mi, and Beigong Chun and others to Pingyang. Cong was greatly angered due to Can's murdering Mo. Can said:

Your Subject killed Mo actually not for the reasons of his tardy recognition of Heaven's instructions, but though him being the lungs and bowels of the Jin clan, at Luoyang's difficulties, he was unable to die for duty, the first of crimes Under Heaven. For that reason [I] executed him.

Cong said:

Even so, I fear you will not escape the calamity of executing the surrendered. The Way of Man and Heaven reaches the divine, in its order there is nothing which is not repaid.

Winter, 10th Month [29 October – 26 November], West of the Passes there was hunger and famine. White bones covered the countryside, those among the gentlemen and population who survived were not one or two out of a hundred. Cong used Liu Yao as Great General of Chariots and Cavalry, Opening Office with the Same Ceremonies as the Three Ministers, and Shepherd of Yong province, changed his fief to King of Zhongshan, to garrison Chang'an. Wang Mi became Great General, ennobled Duke of Qi.

Earlier, Shi Le detested Wang Mi's bravery and valour, and often privately made preparations for it. At Mi's routing of Luoyang, he very much turned over to Le beautiful women and precious goods to accordingly connect with him. At the time Le had captured Gou Xi, and used him as Marshal of the Left. Mi spoke to Le, saying:

Your Excellency captured Gou Xi and then employed him, how divinely marvellous of you! Make Xi be on Your Excellency's left, Mi be on Your Excellency's right, and Under Heaven will be insufficient to settle [us].

Le was more and more hostile to Mi, and covertly plotted against him. Liu Tun again recommended Mi to summon Cao Yi, and rely on his multitudes to thereby execute Le.

11th Month [27 November – 26 December], Mi sent Tun to go to Qing province, and order Cao Yi guide the troops and meet with him, and then deceptively entice Le towards Qing province. Tun arrived at Dong'e, and was captured by Le's drifting cavalry. Le saw Mi's letter to Yi and was greatly angered, and therefore killed Tun. Mi did not yet know about it. Le hid troops to assault Mi and kill him Shi Le killed Mi at Jiwu, and combined their multitudes, and petitioned that Mi had a rebellious appearance. Cong was greatly angered, and dispatched messengers to chide Le for arbitrarily murder a public support, and having no heart for his sovereign. He also feared Le's disloyal aspirations, and used Mi's section multitudes to pair with them.

When Liu Yao had occupied Chang'an, the Grand Warden of Anding, Jia Ya, and the various Di and Qiang all sent hostages. Only the Inspector of Yong province, Qu Te, and the Grand Warden of Xinping, Zhu Hui firmly defended and did not surrender. The Army-Protector Qu Yun and the Prefect of Pinyang, Liang Su, wanted to run from the mountains south of Jingzhao to Anding. They happened to meet Ya's hostage son at Yinmi, they took him into their arms and turned back to Linjing. They pushed forward Ya to be General who Pacifies the South.

Ya led 20 000 (or 50 000) people of the Rong and Jin, and wanted to attack Chang'an. The Grand Warden of Fufeng, Liang Zong, Qu Te, the Grand Warden of Xiping, Zhu Hui, and others likewise led a multitude of 100 000 to meet with him. Liu Can heard about it, and sent Liu Yao, Liu Ya, and Zhao Ran to resist Ya. They first attack Hui, but did not overcome him. Ya intercepted, struck, and greatly routed them.Yao again exhausted Chang'an's keen soldiers to fight with the various armies at Huangqiu. Yao's multitudes were greatly defeated, and he was hit by a fleeting arrow. He withdrew to protect Ganqu (or Ganquan). Ya pursued him. He turned around from the Wei bridge to assault Dangzhong, and killed him.

People of Du, Wang Tu, Ji Te, and others attacked Liu Can at Xinfeng. Can turned back to Pingyang. Yao attacked and captured Chiyang, and carried off more than 10 000 people to return to Chang'an.

The Filial and Lamented [xiaomin] August Emperor, taboo Ye, courtesy name Yanqi, was Emperor Wu's grandson and King Xiao of Wu, Yan's son. He set out to continue the posterity of his elder uncle, King Xian of Qin, Jian, and inherited the fief of King of Qin. In the 2nd Year of Yongjia [308 AD], he was designated Cavalier in Regular Attendance and General who Consoles the Army.

Yan Ding, courtesy name Taichen, was a native of Tianshui. He began as Army Assitant to the Grand Tutor, the King of Donghai, Yue. He moved to Prefect of Juan, and acted on the affairs of the Inspector of Yu province, stationed at Xuchang. He came across mourning for his mother, and therefore within Mi county collected refugees from the western provinces, several thousand people, wishing to return to his home district.

When Luoyang was upset and overturned, the King of Qin set out and ran to within Mi. He and his maternal uncle the Minister of Works, Xun Fan, and Fan's younger brother, Colonel Minister of Retainers, Zu, came across each other. Fan, Zu, the Army Leader of the Centre, Hua Heng, and the Intendant of Henan, Hua Hui, were in Mi county were they founded and established an Acting Tribunal. Since Mi was close to the thieves, they hurried south to Xu and Ying.

The Senior Clerk of the Left to the Minister over the Masses, Liu Chou had become a fortifications master in Mi. The Prefect of the Palace Writers, Li Heng, the Army Advisors to the Grand Tutor, Zou Jie and Liu Wei, the Senior Clerk of the Garrison Army, Zhou Yi, and the Marshal Li Shu all came to Chou. Everyone considered Ding to have talent for employing, and moreover he held in his hands strong troops. They recommended Fan to make use of Ding as General of the Best of the Army and Inspector of Yu province. Wei and others became aides and assistants.

Ding as young had great aspirations, because the people of the western land thought of returning home, he wished to establish merit in his home district. He therefore, with the Senior Clerk who Consoles the Army, Wang Pi, and Marshal Chuan Xunhuai, (and the Gentleman of the Palace Writers, Li Xin?) had plans for sheltering and supporting the King of Qin. He spoke to Chou, Jie, and others, saying:

East of the Mountains is not the place for hegemons and kings, it is not as good as Guanzhong.

The Prefect of Heyang, Fu Chang, presented Ding a letter, advising to serve the King of Qin, go beyond Luoyang, pay respects and bow to the mountains and tombs, straight-away occupy Chang'an, appease and unite the barbarians and Jin, raise up troops to rise in righteousness, carry out the restoration of the ancestral temples, and wipe away the humiliation of the altars of soil and grain. When Ding got the letter, he readily wished to go to Luo. The refugees said the northern road was close to the He, and feared it had been taken and cut off. They wished to go south and head towards Chang'an from the Wu Pass.

Chou and others were people from east of the mountains, and all of them had no wish go west and enter. Xun Fan, and Chou, Jie and others all deserted and scattered. Ding pursued Fan and Zu but did not catch up. Heng and others were killed, only Yi and Shu fled and managed to escape. Thereupon he served the King of Qin on the march. They drove an ox chariot, and hurried from Wan to Wu Pass. They halted in Shangluo, again and again they came across mountain thieves. Ding killed more than a hundred people, and led the remaining multitude west to arrive at Lantian. Ding told the Inspector of Yong province, Jia Ya. Ya at once dispatched provincial troops to welcome and guard.

12th Month [27 December – 24 January], Yan Ding and others served the King of Qin as August Heir-Apparent, and entered Yong City. Of the Rong and Jing of Guanzhong, nobody did not resound in response.

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