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skyliv · 1 month

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pokémon au drabble….. i’ve been having some thoughts

around 1900 words!

An Eelektross sinks its head back into the murky water of the Kalosian sewer. It wasn’t the best place to swim, but it was somewhere, and its slick green skin blended in perfectly with the algae.

It saw its target, and it had to go back and report.

Lucielle Lakes was staring dead straight at her partner Dewott. It stands between her legs, looking right up at her as she sits on the Lumiose street bench. The tree above them casts the already teal otter into a more greenish shade, and it blinks a few times, all before a smile spreads on its snout.

Lucy had blinked first, she lost the game. She a back with her own smile, beginning to laugh. “I’m sorry, buddy!” She chuckled, before helping it hop up to her side.

Dewott grabs onto the shoulder of her sweater vest, its little claws digging into the soft, flower patterned yarn. She had turned her head to rummage through her messenger bag, before pulling out what looked like a small lunch box.

She opened it, and there was Dewott’s prize! Next to a slew of berries were a few Poké Puffs, two matcha and one mocha. The chocolate one was decorated with cream and sprinkles, and Dewott almost immediately grabbed at it.

“Woah! Hey- Slow down!” Lucielle scolds, putting her hand in front of his paws. Her partner scowls, before flexing its claws as she slowly and purposely takes the puff out slowly.

The moment she placed it in his outstretched paws, the dessert was gone in seconds. She smiled, why wouldn’t she? Living in Lumiose city had its cons, but the atmosphere was far from one of those. People of all sorts were walking by, some of their Pokémon tagging along. Colorful buildings towered over the streets, bustling shops lining the floors. The sky was clear, the breeze was cool, everything was perfect.

But there was so, so much more going on. Team Flare failed their mission, Lysandre went missing, they never even properly established themselves. All due to another company rising, Alchemax. They tried to keep their name in good faith, no ideals for wiping out the world, nor irreversible climate change. Just looking into harnessing the natural powers of Pokémon, for the “betterment of humanity,” and… Something else. Something only the Kingpin and a few higher admins knew the full extent of.

An older woman stands less than a block away, her back against a tree that stands as a gateway to one of many labyrinthine alleyways. She stands out among most people, big curly brown hair tied up into a bun, a paisley patterned scarf over a two toned dress, all tied together with a crisp white lab coat. It billows behind her, its vent cut and decorated with a green satin lining. She steps forward, slithering between pedestrians in silence.

Lucielle had perked up, and turned her head when she saw the woman approach. She gave a smile, just thinking the scientist would walk past, even when Dewott flattened its ears in frustration. But she seems a bit worried when the other slows.

“Do I know you?” The older woman says mid-stride, one of her gloved hands tracing the top of the bench.

Lucy just blinked a few times and turned where she sat, as if it took her a second to process an answer. “Me? I’m not sure how anyone could recognize me,” She stammers. “I mean, I was in one of those videos with Sycamore,”

The scientist practically glares down at Lucy, one of her brows rising as her lips curl. “That’s it! Thaaat’s it,” She says, drumming her fingers on the bench before looking down to Dewott instead. The otter’s snout had shifted into a snarl, and Lucielle follows Olivia’s gaze to it. “Lucy, right?”

“Oh! Don’t mind him,” She says quickly, wrapping her arms around him as if he were just a large plush toy. “But yes, yes that’s me! Wait, you were at the lab too, right?”

“Doctor Olivia Octavius, and yes,” She answers, extending a hand to shake. Lucy takes it quickly, a sweet smile on her face.

“A doctor? It’s such a pleasure to meet you! I really wanted to say something to you last weekend, you spoke to the professor, right? Did he give me a good name?”

Olivia has to hold back a small chuckle, and her steely gaze softens as they shake hands. “Come on, the pleasure is all mine. You should’ve heard his praise. For a researcher like myself, it’s always wonderful to see an up and coming graduate.”

Olivia lets go first, and while Lucy seems reluctant, she does as well. Her eyes are locked on the other woman, her sharp features, those striking eyes framed by a large pair of glasses. She has to snap herself out of it once Olivia speaks again.

“Have you been enjoying your research? And how have you been getting by?”

Clearly, the question shocked Lucy, coming from a near stranger.. But Olivia was close to Sycamore, it wasn’t too out of the blue. “Oh! Well, I’ve got a position at a boutique on my street, and, genuinely,” She leans back a bit, “And my research? Wow, just, I could never be happier in a position. There’s something so reassuring seeing just how connected these little guys are to nature, like us connecting to them can bring us closer to, well, everything.”

The doctor nods a few times, before rounding the bench. Her gaze was soft, she’d never seen someone else with such a bright view of the world, and as Lucy pats the Dewott, she can’t help but smile. Lucielle’s partner Pokémon does not seem to appreciate the movement, as the claws of one paw tap the pale pink scallop at his hip. She frowns faintly, and pulls the little guy over her lap and to the other side.

Olivia nods down to the bench, a silent gesture of “May I?” And just as anyone would expect, Lucielle nods quickly and moves her bag. The doctor hums when she flattens her dress to sit, and she smiles at Lucy when she fixes the back of her lab coat.

She opens her mouth to speak, before her eyes widen a little, and she looks away to Prism Tower. If she wanted to do her job, to be “evil”, now was the time. As it grew, Alchemax would need more associates, and as the head scientist, Olivia felt that it was her responsibility. Yet this was the first time she ever felt conflicted. She drapes her arm over the back of the bench, her lips pursing as she thinks. Should she just go out and say it? Invite the lady to the lab, try to employ her right there? But it was odd, she wasn’t used to liking someone… Especially not this quickly, she didn’t want to be horribly blunt about her motives.

She shakes her head, almost unnoticeably, but the faint movement causes Lucy to look back and notice a few strands of violet in that bundle of hair. She crosses her legs and looks over to Lucy.

After a tense moment, Lucielle is the one to talk, her eyes on Dewott, who had been snuggling up into her arm. “Well… How’s your work?”

Olivia’s eyes widen, she was usually the interrogator. She sits up and kicks her boot a little. “It’s good, it’s all good. Not sure why you’d be wondering though.”

Lucielle shrugs. “It’s a neat place, once I get my coastal Pokédex more fleshed out, I’d like to look into working there.”

“Coastal? Why not central first? Are you a beach girl?” Olivia turns to face Lucy more, barely leaning closer to rest under the shade of the tree. She didn’t choose to pry into Lucy’s future, there was a genuine sense of wonder in her voice.

“You can say that, the first Pokémon I ever met was a Corsola… The sweetest little staghorn morph, I think I was five? Not sure, but since then I adored water types.”

Olivia nodded along, nonchalantly fiddling with her gloves. “That’s actually very nice.” She says quietly, before turning to Dewott. “And this darling? How in the world did you come across a shiny?”

Dewott perked up when he heard his name, and Olivia smiled when she saw the otter peek his head over Lucielle’s shoulder. “This little buddy? His egg was a gift from my grandparents, they helped run the daycare down by Camphrier. The original owner moved to Paldea, left a few eggs and a few hundred dollars, guess they didn’t know what was in them.”

As Lucy spoke, her partner sniffed at the air, at the faint metallic smell around Olivia. He steps forward, placing his little paws on one of Lucy’s thighs, leaning closer to the doctor like a curious kitten. Olivia reaches out her hand, barely extending a finger for the Pokémon to sniff it. Lucy laughs a little, and her smile brightens when Dewott actually climbs over her lap to get closer.

“I’m impressed you recognized him! Was it the shells?” Lucy chimes.

“Not really, just the fur,” Olivia answers calmly, before gently stroking the otter’s furry cheek. “I have a shiny partner of my own, it’s beautiful how different each individual can be.”

“You do?! How’d you find them?”

Olivia laughs along, it had been a bit since she actually talked to anyone. “I was around your age, a bit younger, but just out of general college. The lab I interned at was testing the potential of electric types as a power source, and it just so happened that one of them was just a little bit darker than the rest.”

Thankfully, Dewott was warming up to his new friend, and Lucielle tapped her leg on the pavement as she watched the two. She didn’t have anywhere to be that morning, and had no idea where the time went. Not that she was complaining.

“It’s so interesting, isn’t it?” Lucy says after a few seconds of quietly observing.

“I know I’m supposed to ask, so I’ll give you this.. What’s interesting?” Olivia snickers, her eyes narrowing a little.

“How different everyone is, everything. And we all fit in even if we think we don’t.”

The doctor blinks a few times, wiping that smug look off her face. The last thing she expected to hear was this girl spit out some philosophical nonsense, but she nodded, and played along. “And just how do we fit in?”

“We fit together, you helped me have something to do this morning, you gave Dewott those ear scratches he’d been begging for.” The otter makes a small chittering sound as Olivia shifts. “You sounded interested in me, and this was our chance to meet. I’m just glad we took it.”

The doctor brought her hand back, causing Dewott to open his eyes and sit back down on the bench, his tail swishing. “Huh…” She leans her head back, looking into the stark blue sky as her hair cascaded over her back. Although she couldn’t truly forget, her mind was off work for the first time in weeks. “That’s sweet, Lucy. You’re sweet.”

They both smiled, and when Olivia straightened back up, Lucielle responded. “Says you!”

#🪶skyliv🧪#olivia octavius #self ship #selfship #selfshipping community #selfship writing #pokemon selfship #pokemon au #pokémon au #spiderman au #spiderverse au #self ship writing #sealfic

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synthshenanigans · 4 months

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woah hey a year has been passed wowie :0

First two weren't posted here cos they were too long ago & not CJish related but love the way he took up 70% of the year lol

[ Full images + templates below :} ]

[TW for Bright Colors, maybe blood & very very vague themes of depression/suicide for like 2 drawings I believe]

Long text about the arts if anyones actually curious!!

January: An old OC I completely forgot about until making this. He's based on old radio like things :}

February: Played Person 5 Royal last year & drew Joker cos idk he's neat. Fun fact, the same day I fully finished the game was the day Storm & a Spring came out. Also while grinding in the game, I had his Bidding & VoaC covers on repeat. Which was a bit annoying to do since they weren't on Spotify yet & YT on mobile didn't have looping then.

March: The Hawaii Part ii album cover :} I did post that eventually but that's the time I actually made it. Had listened to TME a couple of months before then which got me into the album, so months later I drew it cos why not? [Also the month Vol.1 fully released on everything. What's funny is my gallery for that day was a handful of memes I saved at 4am before I fell asleep. And then the next image saved is when I woke up which was a screenshot of the whiteboard in TfaR lol]

April: First main Jash art !!! And its not even with any of the songs from Vol. 1 lol. I had his Moss cover on repeat again & now that all of Vol. 1 was out, I drew Heart in some moss. Or really in the image from the video.

May: Lil animation I made of Heart with the song Don't Hit the Lights! Link to my post & the song can be found here :}. Still really like the song & even the drawings. Might remake em eventually idk

June: Sky/socialc1imb's Clue AU! I like murder mysteries & this one was real interesting so I drew it a lot lol. Might remake that one or one of the others I made at somepoint? It'll be a bit later if I do but ye

July: A redraw of a HMS piece I originally made back in May, based on the Three Wise Monkeys thing. I like the idea of it so I keep wanting to remake it.

August: I honestly can't remember if I posted that art or not. Actually yea I don't think I ever did PFFT. It's one of the few drawings I did of myself this year & its from CJs Not Perfect cover [as you can tell by the lyrics on it]. Also one of the very very few vent-ish arts I made. I like the background more than anything but its still neat ig?

September: Art for one of the best songs ever. I love Fine, I'm Fine its so good & I listened to it for like 70% of the 20+ hours it took me to make the drawing. Still proud of it so there's the sketch I drew on paper, the one on my tablet & then the final versions.

October: There was a lot from this month due to Jashtober. I still like this one lot & it wasn't insanely rushed so I picked this one to show lol.

November: I have no idea why I made a fun lil soul. I was having an identity crisis over my art style & ig decided to draw the guy who is a walking identity crisis/j

December: Same as September. One of my favorite songs ever was covered & released, so I made a drawing like everyone else lol.

#time is wild #also love the way my art style changes each month or two #anyway tho im actually pretty happy with how much better I've gotten #have a lotta plans for more HMS/CJ stuff #just quite busy & overloaded atm lol #more will hopefully come tho #chonny jash #moss post #-atlas art-

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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request a fic about little reader having accidents and getting pullups and cg eddie being all sweet and understanding about it? Dhejejen thanks

yes ofc!!! i’ve had two requests for diapering so here you are angels <3 this was supposed to be short, i’m sorry 🧍🏻‍♀️

~ Accidents ~

@lulubooboo

cg! eddie munson x (gn)little! reader, babysitter steve! x (gn)little! reader

cw - mentions of period but only briefly, diapering, wetting the bed, eddie being the best

summary: nothing you do is gross, dada proves that.

not proofed

eddie woke up to something warm on his leg. he groggily looked over to your sleeping form, you were laying on your tummy drooling on the pillow. he furrowed his brows and slipped his hands under the blanket, it’s wet? he lifts the blanket and sees a decent sized wet spot coming from under your hips, he rubs his eyes with a yawn and sits out of bed. he knows you’ll be embarrassed so he picks you up and sets you on the couch so he can quick try to strip you of your soiled onesie and underwear the best he can with out waking you. he managed to do it, only causing you to stir once, until he slipped your paci on your mouth. thank god you sleep like a rock. he gently cleaned you up and redressed you. he debated whether or not to put a pad in your underwear, deciding that would suffice until he could get something better.

he ran to the room and quickly changed the sheets, thanking big you for making him but two pairs. he also changed into a clean pair of pjs, realizing he got his shirt soiled while carrying you. not the he minded, you could’ve peed on him and he still wouldn’t care, your his baby. after throwing everything in the wash, he came over and lifted you into his arms. he got you halfway tucked in when his hair tickled your face and woke you up,

“dada,” you mumbled sleepily, not even opening you eyes “wha happen?” you asked seeing the lights on. he simply shushed you softly, flicking off the light and laid you on his chest, “nothing angel, go back to sleep” you were too little and sleepy to argue so you simply when back to drooling around your paci he slipped in. he smiled, not even thinking about the events of tonight again.

the next morning you had woken up and realized both you and daddy were in different outfits, and the sheets were changed. and you were wearing a clean pad? oh no. you had only had an accident one time, way before you met eddie. you thought it was a one time thing. your cheeks were burning and tears were forming in your eyes, you let out a small whimper. eddie slightly jolted awake when he heard your sniffles, seeing you silently cry into your hands, “baby what’s wrong? scary dream?” he asked in his groggy morning voice, immediately jumping into caregiver mode and pulling you into him while rubbing up and down your spine. you shook your head “n-no i- i wet the beh las ni” you sobbed, he guessed you’d be embarrassed so he let you vent, “i sowwy dada, is gwoss” now that he wasn’t gonna let slide.

“woah woah, you. are. not gross. understand,” he looked into your teary eyes, holding your cheeks in his hands, rubbing his thumbs under your eyes. you cast your eyes down to the bed again, “ahah look at me angel, you aren’t gross, it was not gross, nothing about you is gross. its okay, accidents happen. your just a little baby, i love to care for my little baby, hmm”. by now he was rocking you in his arms and your sniffles had subsided, he gently picked you up and brought you into the bathroom to start the morning.

the day went well, you forgetting the events of this morning when dada had removed the pad. it was supposed to be a chill saturday just for you two, but eddie told you he had to run a quick errand. you weren’t very pleased but that did mean steve would be over and he’d promised to be back before you woke up from your nap. you reluctantly agreed to his terms, after he also promised to tell you two of his stories tonight. by the time steve came over and got settled with you, you didn’t even notice eddie slip out the door. you only played for about 20 minutes until you were scrubbing at your eyes,

“c’mon munch, let’s go get you in bed.” you didn’t fight him, letting steve pick you up and place you on the long couch. he had you swaddled like dada does and handed you your sippy with “angels milk” in it,

“good night munch”

“ni ni teevie, tanks fo’ payin wif me.” you gave him the sweetest sleepy smile and a kiss on the cheek. then proceeded to pass the heck out, steve smiled and laughed at your sweet behavior.

sure enough, just like he promised, you woke up with dada underneath you. steve left when eddie got back, giving you guys time alone. you looked over and saw the bags from you favorite agere store (there’s one in Indiana, you can look it up).

“dada, w-wah you geh?” you rubbed for eyes and sit up, reaching for the bags. “well good morning to you to angel,” he chuckled, “i got you a few things so hold on baby.” he grabbed the bags and put them in his lap, first he started with a new stuffie and blankey hoping to soften the blow before he showed you the main reason he went. you squealed, running the soft fur on your cheeks,

“tank you dada, u da bestest eva!!!” you went to run but he grabbed you before you could dart off. he braces himself for what he’s about to offer, “now peanut, you know dada want what best for you, he never wants to make you feel yucky about yourself.” you nod, a bit scared about what he’s gonna do. “good, good. so - i wanted to- i um, we’ll i went and got you these.” in the second bag was a small pack of adult diapers, but the cute kind, not depends. as well as pull-ups in big kid sizes, baby wipes and baby powder.

“i want you know it’s okay to regress fully, you don’t have to be a big kid. you can be my baby, it’s perfectly okay. i want to help you in every way i can. i like to take care of you, baby. it my favorite thing ever. your my little peanut, and i’m your dada. i will always take care of you. i got both kinds because i wasn’t sure if you’d like the velcro snappy things, or the pull up ones?”

by the end you were crying and smiling but he was worried they were bad tears. until you immediately jumped into his arms, wrapping yourself around eachother,

“tank ooo, dada. i wuv ooo”

he held the back your head, giving you face kisses. he continued to cuddle and reassure you until it was time for dinner. you went about your normal night routine; eating, bathtime, brushing teeth and hair, then going into the room to get dressed and go to bed. you were waiting on the bed for dada to get your lotion, when he grabbed the powder and pullups.

“alright angel, shh it’s ok baby, just relax,” he shushed you when you started to whine a bit, “i’ll be quick, nothing i haven’t seen before.” he powdered between your legs and the gently pulled you pull up up your legs. he blew a raspberry on your tummy and then lifted you into his arms, patting your bum and bouncing you lightly while gathering your pjs.

“look at your cute little bum peanut, all safe and dry”

he gave you a bunch of bunny kisses (nose rubs) then dressed you in your footie pjs you requested. after getting himself settled as well, he laid so you were on top of him. chest to chest. he cleared his throughly and began to tell you story, making it up as he goes. not that you can tell, he tell it so well.

by the middle of the second story, you were passed out and drooling on him. he smiled and kissed your forehead, nose, then cupid’s bow,

“i love you my little peanut”

a/n : i have another request to answer for today and then i’m gonna take a tiny break from writing to catch up on all the unfinished things i started hehe :3

also i love ur pfp. i’m gonna see them in october :D

//tag list//

@bootlegmothman420 @angelbaby-fics @lil--bun @stardancerluv

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resurrection-of-soul · 3 months

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Flashback | BIOHAZARD 5

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Koga, Kaoru, Adonis

Koga: Quit messin' around, "Vampire Bastard~!" The hell d'ya mean, pajama party, huh? Rei: My, what a nostalgic form of address. It has been quite a while since I last referred to you as "Puppy," did you miss it terribly?

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Time: That night.

Location: The accommodations provided at the AIIE Experimental Facility.

Rei: Yaaay, it's a sleepover with everyone from UNDEAD~ ♪ Fufu. We would have had a magnificent opportunity to host a pajama party during the SS preliminaries, but alas, Kaoru-kun was torn from our midst and cast into the desert. He alone had to suffer undue hardship. I am elated that the four of us can now enjoy a slumber party toge- woah?!

Koga: ......

Rei: Koga? It is impolite to suddenly throw steamed buns at people, yes? Or do you mean to say you wish to play ball with these?

Koga: Quit messin' around, "Vampire Bastard~!" The hell d'ya mean, pajama party, huh?

Rei: My, what a nostalgic form of address. It has been quite a while since I last referred to you as "Puppy," did you miss it terribly?

Koga: It ain't meant to be nostalgic! I'm insultin' ya, you asshole!

Rei: I would truthfully be quite troubled if thou were to abruptly begin disparaging me, so kindly refrain from venting thy frustrations on me. All four of us agreed to participate in this experiment together. What merit is there in complaining about the matter at this juncture?

Koga: I didn't agree to shit! We were basically coerced into it. If we'd refused to be used as guinea pigs, then those innocent Ra*bits would've gotten dragged in instead. Rather than havin' to sit around worryin' over whether someone out there is sufferin' some unknown fate cause a' me, it's way better for my mental health if I just run into the flames myself. Don't forget, I'm not actually on board with this shit at all.

Kaoru: Ah ha ha. This whole experiment thing is definitely a bit shady and off-putting, but don't you think it also sounds kind of interesting? When you hear about "AI Idols" and stuff — it really makes it feel like science has come as far as it can, doesn't it? Like those old sci-fi movies!

Kaoru: If this really had just been a movie— no, even if it had just had nothing to do with me personally, I might have really enjoyed hearing about it.

Adonis: Though I also find this all slightly uncomfortable, I do think it is interesting from a science and technology standpoint. The future which people envisioned when they came up with things like V*caloid and AI art programs is now unfolding before our eyes. When people in the past dreamed of the future for sci-fi stories, this is the world they imagined. For better or for worse, it's like living in a dream. It makes my heart pound.

Kaoru: Ahaha. It's like, totally a boy's romance, isn't it? I don't dislike that kind of thing. After all, I'm the son of a scholar who reached out to the sea in search of romance and mystery.

Adonis: I also do not dislike the idea of venturing out into the unknown.

Rei: Realistically speaking, had we spurned this request, there existed the possibility that our agency would have given up on us. Rhythm Link adheres rather strictly to the dictates of the corporate hierarchy, after all. To not be thrown by the wayside, our participation 'twas a necessary evil. Moreover, should the project prove triumphant, the prospect of substantial reward awaits us. Simply put, we stand to profit. 'Tis true that we still boast a surplus of funds, having garnered quite a considerable sum during SS, so the monetary reward is not so alluring. Yet, if the "artificial idol" experiment is successfully realized and publicized, the spotlight will fall on us as its primary test subjects. Such a scenario would prove quite advantageous for us, yes?

Koga: None a' that has a~anythin' to do with the real problem. They're just tryin' t'buy time cause they dunno how to deal with us. We'd better not end up lookin' like idiots who wasted all our time on this wild goose chase.

Rei: A most salient point. As Koga says, let us all carefully consider how we might solve our fundamental problem. Fortunately, we have plenty of time available to do so.

Kaoru: Yeah… I felt a bit nervous since they called it an experiment, but we, like, basically just have to spend the night here, right?

Rei: Indeed. We have been supplied medicine capable of inducing sleep for around half a day. During that time, data shall be collected through the devices affixed to our heads. While not sleeping, we are permitted to engage in exercise to prevent our bodies from suffering physical deterioration, as well as eat to maintain our vigor. We four shall live together harmoniously. The experiment shall last for approximately one week's time. For the duration of the testing period, all other engagements hath been prohibited to us, for extraneous stimuli may taint the data. Thus, our smartphones and other such devices have been seized, and we shall remain isolated from the outside world.

Kaoru: Kinda feels like we're hospital inpatients, or maybe prisoners… Oh well, it's an easy job where all we have to do is slack off.

Rei: Mm. There would be no harm in taking this chance to relax. 'Tis not a complete waste of time, as we shall receive our due pay regardless of whether the experiment succeeds or fails. Fortunately, the environment we are to live in is far preferable to that of a hospital or prison. Look here, we have been provided with cards and board games to while away the time. Until the time comes for us to work— Or rather, before we must answer sleep's call, let us play together.

Koga: Ain't you actin' waaaay too chill about this?

Rei: 'Tis good if you see it thus. As a child, I always behaved unnervingly like an adult. Thus I lacked experiences such as this, wherein one might have a sleepover with their peers. And so… Though the future remains uncertain, in this moment, I can confidently state that I am utterly delighted ♪

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chucksfavouriteprophet · 2 years

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The Intrusion - Chapter 10

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You and Dean deal with the aftermath of the previous night's events and Cas arrives with bad news from Heaven.

Word count: 2,153

Warnings: language, some steamy romance in the shower

You were woken by something tickling your nose, which didn't seem to disappear once you reached up and tried to bat it away. With a groan, you hesitantly peeled open your eyelids, blinking rapidly to adjust to the stream of sunlight sneaking through the vent above you. You frowned slightly, not recalling the existence of such a vent in your room, before freezing. The cause of the tickle had been a piece of Dean's armpit hair, which your head had been nuzzled into while his arm was thrust up over his head. You panicked slightly as the realisation of the previous night's shenanigans hit you. You'd slept with Dean Winchester. Fuck.

You chewed on your lip as you investigated his sleeping form further. His long eyelashes gently stroked his cheeks as his eyes flickered in a dreamlike state, his breath calm and even. He was topless, revealing a perfectly sculpted, slender chest. You didn't even realise you were smiling. Here, peacefully asleep, it seemed as though all the hatred you ever had for him had ebbed away.

You weren't too sure he'd feel the same way, though. Gazing around his room, you took it all in - the minimalist furniture, the smeared mirror, the clothes spilling from the chest of drawers. You propped yourself up on your elbow, peering up at the long shelf that ran long the wall at the head of his bed. It was coated in a layer of dust, the only bits clean apparent in the places where he'd dragged a weapon from its resting place. That was what made up most of the display, mixed with some empty beer bottles, untouched books, and various snack wrappers.

"Hey," a deep voice, muffled with sleep, came from below you. Your head shot down and you glanced nervously at the waking hunter.

"Er, hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to stay. I can go, if you want."

Dean groaned, rubbing his eyes with his fists and sitting up. "Fuck, I feel like shit." He grumbled, blinking before looking at you. "No no, don't go. Unless you want to, that is."

Feeling your cheeks flush, you shook your head, glancing down and fiddling with the bed sheets. Suddenly feeling a whole lot self-conscious, you pulled them up higher, pulling your knees in close and hugging them.

"Do you, erm, do you actually remember last night?"

He blew out a huff, running a hand through his hedgehog hair. "What? Oh yeah, sure, sure. I drank too much, you cleaned up after me, right?"

You smiled sarcastically at him. Was he for real? "Yeah, yeah I cleaned up after you. You were a fucking mess." You flung the sheet off you, swinging your legs round to meet the floor.

"Woah, hold up Y/N." You felt a tug on your bicep pull you back. "I'm kidding. I'm hungover as hell, but I remember. I had fun."

You shook your head, nostrils flared. "You're a son of a bitch Dean Winchester, you know that?" You lent into his tug, flopping back onto the bed and lying across his lap. He grinned down at you, those emerald eyes alive with a new lease of life.

"I know," the hunter grinned, running a hand through your knotted hair. "I also know I've been an idiot to you these past few months. I never actually hated you, you know?"

You rolled over onto your stomach, reaching an arm across his body to rest on your elbow again, the other hand reaching up to caress his stubble.

"I know. Now, at least. And I never hated you, either. Guess we were just harbouring some pent up sexual tension, huh?

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Majorly pent up."

A raucous from the kitchen caught your attention, and you whipped round to quickly check the time.

"Its gone 10. Sam'll be wondering where we are."

Dean nodded sulkily. "He better have made pancakes," he grumbled as he scooped you off his lap and clambered out of bed. You followed, pulling your pants back on from where they lay on the floor. As he headed for the door, you paused.

"What?" he frowned as you failed to move after him.

"You really want your brother to see us coming out of your room together?" you grimaced slightly. Dean sighed, fidgeting as you saw his brain run through the scenario.

"Dammit. You're probably right. You go, I'll follow." You nodded, ducking under his arm to head towards your bedroom to hide the evidence of your sleepover a bit. As you did, Dean grabbed your wrist, whipping you round towards him and smashing you against his chest as he lent down to passionately kiss you. You lingered, before pulling away and trying to head down the hall, a smile firmly planted on your face. He tugged at you again, stronger than you could resist, and used his other arm to trap you in a mock headlock.

"On second thoughts, the shower block should be empty now," he hissed in your ear and you giggled, wriggling as he scooped you up and flung you over his shoulder before storming down the hall.

You'd always been self conscious about the shared shower block now the boys lived with you - before, you could spread yourself out, switch between which shower you fancied on that particular day. Now, though, you had to make sure neither of them would interrupt you, and more than once you'd found that Sam had used up all the hot water washing those precious locks, which had ruined your mood for the day. As Dean lowered you against the cold titles and stripped you of your tee and pants, you blushed, withdrawing into yourself slightly.

"Is this alright?" Dean hesitated slightly, suddenly aware he might be pushing you into something you didn't want to do. Last night when he had been drunk as a skunk it obviously hadn't bothered him, but now he was unsure.

"Fine," you smiled at him, unravelling yourself and pulling down his boxers. "Hurry up, I'm cold!"

You spent much longer than you should have in the water, Dean washing your hair, you teaching him how to massage the shampoo in properly rather than just dumping it on. You giggled as you blew bubbles in each other's faces, and kissed passionately between every rinse. Your hands roamed, gripping onto his ass every time your feet slid on the tiles, his running up and down your back. He pressed himself against you, his dick the only thing creating a distance between you, which you stroked and cleaned tentatively with soft and delicate strokes. Dean moaned, his cheeks flushed, wet hair standing in spikes, and you felt a flood of warmth as you took its true size in under the harsh luminous lights.

You wanted to stay there forever, to never have to leave and go back to your separate lives. You knew as soon as you walked into that kitchen with Sam sitting there, your adventure would be over. Dean would go back to hating you, or at least not liking you the way you were starting to, and you'd join a long line of his drunk one-night-stands. Sam would probably look down on you once he found out, thinking of you as a little slut who naively got charmed by his big brother. Here, under the tepid water, everything was peaceful. Out there, thats where it got bad.

But you did have to leave, and as the water grew colder and goosebumps littered your arms, you clambered out, Dean wrapping you in a towel.

"I better go sort myself out in my room," you mumbled, scooping your clothes up off the floor.

"Sure," Dean nodded, doing the same. "I'll race you to the kitchen. I'm dying for a coffee."

Dean had beaten you to the kitchen in the end, and you tiptoed in at the sound of an unknown voice.

"Y/N! Hey, meet Castiel. Cas, this is Y/N." Sam beckoned you over to the stranger perched on the end of the table. He wore a kind face, albiet a tired one, with dark shaggy hair that could probably be due a cut. You couldn't help but notice the blood stains on his camel trench coat that was draped over a creased white shirt and a sagging blue tie.

"Hi," you inched forward nervously, just about catching Dean's eye. He'd showered away any evidence of sex, and looked much more awake now he had a cup of coffee between his strong palms.

"You must be the tenant Dean was so frustrated with," the new man stood up, giving you a nod. Sam cleared his throat awkwardly, and Dean hung his head.

"Cas is an Angel," he said the words incredibly matter-of-fact, taking a good look at your reaction. "He's also my best friend, so I might have vented to him about you in the past." Grumbling, he gave Cas a look, to which the Angel pursed his lips, sensing he'd said something he shouldn't have.

"A best friend? Impressive. I hadn't put you down for having any friends, let alone a best one." You shot at Dean, and he shook his head at you with a grin.

"Alright, I deserved that. Cas, tell Y/N what you told us."

You moved to pour yourself a cup of the caffeinated stuff before sitting next to Dean, who budged up to give you space.

"Like Dean said, I am an Angel of the Lord. Although I spend a considerable time on Earth nowadays, I've been spending some time in Heaven recently, which is why we have not met. But something is going on, and there are rumours among the Angels. Some of my comrades have been sent death threats."

"Death threats? From who?" you snorted, not quite sure who on earth would do such a thing to a damn Angel. You were still trying to hide your shock that the things did actually exist, even though it shouldn't really have come as much of a surprise given your new line of work.

"Demons." Dean growled, and you shot him a look.

"Demons? You fucking serious?"

He nodded, shooting a glance at his brother then back to you.

"Fine. If we got Angels, suppose it makes sense to have Demons. But I don't get what that has to do with us."

Sam leaned forward on the kitchen top. "Angels and Demons aren't me and Dean's biggest fans, Y/N. Which kinda means by association, you're not either. And these threats they've been sending to the Angels, they're not just about them."

"The Demons have never liked how involved Heaven is on Earth. They would turn the whole planet to flames, if they could. They are now threatening to murder both human and Angel unless we remove ourselves from offering your people protection." Cas looked at you sadly. You suddenly realised being in a room with an Angel was possibly not the best thing to be doing then.

"If they're gonna come for anyone, it'll be us. They'll know that Cas will have told us, and they'll want to wipe us out before we can try to protect anyone else. We need to reinforce our protection system before we can get too close." Ever the practical, that was Sam.

"Its alright," you heard Dean whisper in your ear. You hadn't even realised he'd snaked his arm round your waist, pulling you in closer to him subtly. "This place is built to protect whoever's inside. We'll be okay."

You nodded, swallowing back a lump. You'd prepared yourself for Wendigos, and Vampires, and Werewolves, and Ghosts. But Demons? Angels? That just seemed way out of your league.

"Cas, why don't we start reinforcing the sigils inside. Dean and Y/N can repair the ones outside." Sam had noticed his brother's comforting act, as well as the confused tilt of Cas's head at the action, and desperately tried not to draw attention to the couple. As quiet as you'd thought you'd been the night before, Sam had heard the echoes coming from the kitchen, and drifted off to sleep with headphones on, chuckling at the relief that you and Dean had finally caved in. The sexual tension had been killing him just as much as you.

The younger Winchester practically had to drag the Angel out, leaving you and Dean to sit together in silence.

"Angels. Demons. Okay." You nodded with a pout. "I mean, makes sense. And you kill shit like that for a living, so also makes sense why they'd come for you."

"I'm sorry," Dean brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "If it helps, we've beaten them before. And now we've got you, and you're one hell of a fighter. We'll be fine."

You gave him a reassuring smile, giving his thigh a small squeeze. "You're right. C'mon, show me those sigils, then."

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Evil

Ficlet• agere • Regressor! Bruce Wayne, Caregiver! Alfred Pennyworth

Woah two fics in two days! I guess the inspiration fairy is just blessing me at ungodly hours as a hobby. Anyway I finally finished up this cute concept inspired by @paper--moons from a while ago! I love how it turned out, I hope y'all enjoy!!

The manor smelled heavenly when Alfred was baking. He had a supernatural power to make the smell so tantalizing that anyone on (or beneath) the manor's grounds could sense it, and no one could resist its magnetic pull. Not even Batman. So, on one particular night that the Batman had been particularly stuck in his cave, Alfred just happened to start baking.

Evil.

This was a tactic, and it was evil.

Bruce sat at the bat-computer (which he was too tired to deny the name of) and stared blankly into the LEDS until his eyes stung. Well, they were already stinging. 27 hours without sleep will do that to you. But he had to resist the temptation beckoning at his senses somehow and staring at the already-solved-but-is-it-REALLY-solved case in front of him was his last line of defense. Bruce knew very well that if he closed his eyes the full force of their heaviness would weigh him down like the heavy batsuit he forgot to take off. He knew very well the cold ache of exhaustion would creep up his spine, and the warm, comforting scent of cookies would become too much to bear. He did not know very well why Alfred was doing this to him. The world's greatest detective had yet to connect those dots.

Yet still, he read lines of text over and over until he knew he was going on memory alone. He shifted forward in his chair, nose as close to the screen as he could get it. He wondered how long he could hold his breath. He was wondering so hard he didn't notice his eyes drift shut and his chin grow heavy in his hands. Hold yourself together, he thought, you're strong, you're Batman, you can resist this.

He could resist. Until he heard the humming.

Alfred was standing next to one of the vents, and through the vast silence of the manor, all sound carried. Especially the notably loud humming. Am I Blue. A childhood favorite of Bruce's.

And thus the last bastion of the Batman was gone. It was wrung dry, not a drop of vigilante verve left in the battered body wearing the suit. Just Bruce. Sad, tired, lonely Bruce.

Pushing himself up from his chair felt like the most exhausting exercise of the night. Nevermind carrying 3 grown adults to safety, his own bodyweight was the real knockout. He felt the consequences of the past 48 hours in every step, especially those up the obscene flight of stairs he was just now realizing were a bad idea. At the very top, taped neatly to the door, was a note:

No batsuit in the manor.

Bruce slumped, using what little energy he had to repeat the message in his best nagging-alfred impression. Mercifully, the source of the note had also left a robe and set of pajamas hung dutifully on the doorknob. Bruce shucked off the suit layer by layer, leaving an ever growing pile of kevlar to deal with later. Once he slipped into his night clothes, he felt a deep sigh escape him, a breath he didn't know he was holding.

The light of the manor hallway felt actively warm compared to the cold damp cave, like stepping outside on a spring morning. The smell that drew the bat out of the belfry hit him like a wave once the heavy metal obstruction was cleared. Bruce felt his feet move on their own volition, injected with an increased furver which deposited him in the kitchen in no time. The kitchen was only home to an empty cooling rack, but the accompanying den had a more smug inhabitant - plus a plate of cookies on the table.

Bruce crept up to the entryway, hiding behind one of its pillars as if the keenly trained spy he was avoiding could be fooled by a wooden beam. Said spy simply took another sip of his tea, not looking up from his book but failing to contain his smile. Bruce's eyes wandered to the plate of cookies once again, and upon the realization that they were his favorite, he begrudgingly toed out from his hiding spot.

"Master Bruce, so you've finally decided to join me."

Bruce could only articulate a hmf in response as he planted himself on the couch, having no energy to humor Alfred's teasing. He silently reached over for a cookie and returned with the whole plate, settling them beside him as he curled up into the couch. His toe found a soft blanket (one of his favorites), and he quickly cozied himself into it. His muscles finally relaxed. He listened to the sound of the crackling fire, the soft crunch of cookies, and a page turning.

Bruce opened his eyes to peek over at Alfred, who held an old copy of Romeo and Juliet. His face twisted into a pout. Absolutely evil. Alfred, of all people, knows very well that it's Bruce's favorite. He may be the only one who knows. If asked (in his adult frame of mind) he'd prattle off some high minded comment about the tapestry of tragedy in Hamlet, but Alfred knew better. Alfred was there when Bruce fell in love with Shakespeare, and it was listening to Romeo's Soliloquy.

"You're reading that on purpose." Even Bruce would describe his own admonishment as grumpy. He hated that word, especially when it applied. Alfred was undeterred.

"Whatever do you mean, sir?" The satisfied smile hadn't left Alfred's lips. Bruce's voice was small and quiet now.

"That one's my favorite…"

Bruce was curled up, knees to his chest, blanket covering everything but his eyes. The fibers of the blanket tickled his nose as he tried to hide his pout.

"Oh dear, how rude of me. I suppose I'll just have to read for the both of us now won't I?"

Bruce didn't respond to Alfred's goad. He knew whatever he retorted, Alfred was gonna do it anyway. He munched on a cookie and resigned himself to his fate.

Alfred began Act II. Bruce knew the scene very well, recounted his favorite theatric iterations in his head as his eyes grew more heavy. He remembered each set of the Capulet's garden, the beautiful roses, the fateful trellis. Though the sight was beautiful, no performance held a candle to Alfred's. In Bruce's heart, Romeo's soliloquy was always to be delivered by a young butler just before bed. As the scene approached he found it's setup incomplete.

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and -"

"Wait, Alfie."

Bruce used the last of his strength to push himself off the couch, draped in his blanket, and slot himself in beside Alfred on the recliner. A voice small and cold in the back of his mind chided, you're too big to cuddle, but it was recanted by the warmth of Alfred's arm wrapping around him, tucking him into the crook of his neck.

"Better now?"

Bruce sleepily nodded.

"Okay bubby …"

His eyes drifted shut. The steady thrum of his father's heartbeat, the crackling fire, and the sound of a soliloquy finally easing him down to sleep.

"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun…"

#i think this one might be my favorite so far honestly #agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #dc agere #batman agere #dadfred & babybat #agere fanfic

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Technology Meets Organics (part 1)

(A Slammer Sonic & Contaminated au story)

This is a crossover between my sonic.exe au Slammer Sonic and @sonicexelle-junkary horror Sonic au Contaminated Sonic.

One of the new copies of the Slammer virus found itself on a new PC. It quickly integrated itself into the PC and searched through the data and absorb what wasn't important and what wouldn't be noticed. That is when the computer virus noticed some documentation about a strange biological virus known as the (contamination), and not just that this other virus was in a very familiar world to the virus.

This new information piqued the interest of the Slammer copy, and it dug in and read somewhat quickly about how the (contamination) functions and how it spreads. Slammer knew what they had to do.

They found a way into this world where the other virus was being stored through a gateway on the PC, and after a quick search in the universe code, the Slammer virus found its ideal host. It quickly wiggled in its worm form through an air vent and made its way into Dr. Eggman's laboratory, moving throughout the base until it found what it wanted.

The worm slowly crawled up the leg of the machine known as Metal Sonic; the robot didn't even notice he was just in sleep mode, which made Slammer's body invasion even more simple, squirming into the hole in the middle of Metal's chest, after which Slammer integrated its own code into Metal Sonic. It took no time at all as it devoured and assimilated all the unnecessary code inside the machine.

Then it made copies of itself, spreading through Metal Sonic's body until it completely made the machine its permeant host. Now Metal Slammer Sonic's body changed colour, matching the colour scheme of Slammer Prime, which is cyan blue, and his shoes are a golden colour. This body was much easier to control because of its being technological in nature, so Metal Slammer Sonic had no issue getting used to his new powers.

After assimilation was complete, Metal Slammer Sonic shot through the barricaded door of the labatory and performed an area scan, searching for any signs of life at top speeds. He found a few flicky and quickly sent worms into their bodies; they were quick to turn into nothing but bone. Few new worms were made, but enough for now.

Metal Slammer Sonic continued to hover in the air and perform more area scans, and soon stumbled across his first mobian victim. Although it would be a bit of a fight because it knew this host wasn't trusted by most mobians, it knew it had the power to take this boy down. The boy was Charmy Bee, and with a quick boost in power, he sped towards him.

Charmy didn't take long to notice and dodged out of the way as Metal Slammer slammed into the ground. Charmy just looked at what he thought was Metal Sonic, confused.

"Woah, woah, hey, we're no longer enemies. I barely made it away from my former friends and teammates. We've got a bigger threat to face now, Metal! Has Eggman not updated you about that weird virus going around or something? I was just heading to his base, since it's the safest area."

Charmy looked curiously at the robot, noticing his different paint job, and buzzed around, getting close as Slammer Metal Sonic stopped in place with beeps and boops.

"What's with the new paint? What the boss thought he'd confuse you for the real Sonic or something? Hehehehe, I can't say I blame him after what Sonic has become thanks to whatever this thing is. I wouldn't want to get confused, either."

Metal Slammer Sonic took in the information closely, deciding to just listen and wait for the perfect moment to strike, as meanwhile Charmy just sighed, struggling to stay happy. He didn't even know why he was trying to hide his emotions; it's not like Metal Sonic cared.

The poor kid was about to start crying; he had just lost Espio and Vector, but he rubbed the tears from his eyes as he noticed a worm crawling out of one of Metal Sonic's eyes and got very close to him.

"Woah, been playing in the dirt or somethin Metal? Hehehe, the wormies seem to like you!"

Once close enough, Slammer Metal grabbed onto him, doing a quick scan just to see if the contamination was already inside the bee. But it wasn't. Charmy wasn't infected, so Slammer Metal took this as an invitation and dug his metal claws into the boy's back quickly.

Charmy screamed in pain, buzzing loudly, and tried to attack Metal Sonic with his stinger as he looked angrily at the robot.

"Hey, what GIVES? Jeez, get off me, you dumb machine. Wait... Is that? No, no hurry, get off!"

Charmy struggled, panicked, as he wasn't strong enough to get free, but he also noticed something in the distance; it was Sonic as Slammer Metal. Sonic dug his claws deep into Charmy's skin. He kept a tight grip, and soon enough, some worms wiggled from the robot's claws and inside the bee's body.

The Slammer worms quickly made their way to Charmy's spine, severing his connection to the rest of his body and paralysing the boy completely as he fell limp to the ground, when Slammer Metal Sonic's claws dropped him.

Slammer Metal was watching the fear in Charmy's eyes as his insides were slowly filled with eggs and devoured by worms. And while that happened, Sonic, or rather Contaminated, watched this from a distance, curiously turning its head.

The infected hedgehog didn't quite know what was going on; all it knew was that it was trying to find Charmy because, knowing the bee got away from its newest hosts, Vector and Espio, it just tapped its foot up and down, somewhat fascinated by the display before it.

Slammer Metal soon detected the Contaminated behind him, though he had no real ability to speak, not yet beyond beeps and boops, so he waited, feeling the whole process of the worms devouring and multiplying inside Charmy's body at alarming speeds.

Since this copy of Slammer was made directly from Slammer Prime, he could assimilate organics slightly faster into more code worms, and that is exactly what he did, taking only 20 minutes before they left only bones on the boy's body.

Once the process was complete, all the worms flooded inside Slammer Metal Sonic's body through any hole in the body the host had, and after just a few more minutes, Slammer Metal finally turned completely around and tapped his metal neck a few times. He slowly updated his systems, and a message appeared across his eyes.

(Organic to technological update complete.)

Now Slammer Metal fully noticed the Contaminated Sonic, and it took a few seconds before the computer virus was able to speak in what sounded like a slightly distorted and robotic version of Charmy's voice.

"Hello, fellow virus. I am the SQL Slammer Virus, a computer virus able to adapt to any environment. I am but one of many copies of the virus, and I discovered a way into your world because I found myself curious about you. I took this host as my body after studying what information there is about you."

"I decided it would be more adaptable to focus more on my technological aspects so I could meet you and not risk my host body being infected."

#Sonic The Hedgehog #Sonic.EXE #Sonic.EXE au #Sonic.EXE OC #Slammer Sonic #Slammer Virus #sonic horror au #contaminated! au #contaminated! sonic #short story #virus meets virus #crossover moment #Metal Slammer Sonic #Charmy Bee #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: worms

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Collide- Justin Herbert - 8

Justin was pissed.

The fucking Jags of all teams, embarrassing them at home. He threw another interception, reporters asking him about if he got the injection and Tyrod. He did, but he would never reveal that. He didn't want to get dragged into a lawsuit.

He had his interview with Taylor, she asked him the same usual bullshit about momentum and other team injuries. He tried to be as polite as he possibly could. He took off as soon as she was finished, he heard his name being called as he walked off. Fuck. The last thing he wanted to do was speak to her.

Coming home to an empty house was a bitch. It was quiet, there was no smell of a home cooked meal ready to be devoured. After he cleaned Nova’s box, which proved a little difficult since the injection was starting to wear off. He tried to watch TV, but there was nothing he wanted to watch. He needed a distraction. Sara had tried to message him earlier, but again it was another lecture of how he shouldn't have been out there.

He was frustrated. This was supposed to be a big year. This year was the one that was supposed to silence the critics and show the NFL what they were made of. The team had all of the pieces but it felt like the same bad dream.

He wanted to call Sara, but she was at some kids party according to Instagram. and she more than likely was pissed at him over their earlier text messages. Justin had to admit, he hadn't been a very good boyfriend over the past week. This was new to him, having never been with anyone serious while being at the professional level. His thing was casual hook-ups, girls who he could take his frustrations out on, and most of them understood that. Taylor did, or so he thought.

Maybe he should call his parents, but after a minute he decided against it. It would just lead to life lessons and all that shit. He just wanted to vent, he knew Patrick was on a high after having a good game Saturday so he didn’t want to spoil his little brother's good mood.

So he called Mitch, even though it was late in New York, he knew his older brother was probably studying for a class. After a few rings Mitch picked up.

“Hey man, I watched the game. How is the rib?”

Justin sighed. “ fine, the injection is wearing off so I am a little uncomfortable. I felt good though so we will see.”

“You're frustrated though.”

“Its just a part of the healing process.”

“Don’t bullshit me Justin, I know you too well. I know damn well you did not call me to spew out all of the same answers you give to the media.” Justin had to laugh at that. He knew Mitch would see past his bullshit.

"Yeah I'm fucking agitated. I wanted to stay in the game, I feel fine. I hate that everyone is treating me like I'm glass. Staley is taking all the shit for it. It's not fair to him."

Mitch sighed. "Justin, you forget. Your team is injured. Your o-line isn't looking the best. This is a contract year and you can't afford to get hurt.

"I know Mitch. I'm not even thinking about that right now. I just want to play good, and prove everyone wrong. I mean fuck, Tua found his footing, Burrow looks back to shape. And then there's fucking me. What if I am a bust? What if I never fucking get to a Superbowl, or even a playoff game. What if this injury fucks me up more. What if-"

Mitch had to cut in. "Woah, woah, woah. Justin you are getting way too ahead of yourself. You have to take it one day at a time. Injuries are a part of the game, and you are doing the best you can with what you have. It's still week 3, 14 games left. Plenty of time to turn it around."

Justin was silent, so Mitch continued "I know you feel out of control right now, but it will come together. You have always been good at tuning out the noise, so why are you letting these guys that have never played a game in their life get to you?"

"I don't like not being in control." Justin admitted.

"You need to go to the sports psychologist. Justin, you need to reach out for help. You have us, your teammates……" there was a laugh. " and according to mom, your brand new girlfriend.

Justin groaned. He knew his mother couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Shut up" he muttered and Mitch laughed harder.

After another moment of silence Mitch pressed harder. "Come on man, tell me about her. Mom wouldn't say any"She's great, next time you're inthing, just that she was great and she worked in entertainment. She must be really special if you're already introducing her to mom and dad."

town I'll see if she is available. So how is school going?" He was eager to change the subject.

"It's going great! Me and Isabelle tried this new Cafe for her birthday. Oh dude guess what? While I was in class, she was out with her girlfriends she met Sara Wozniak!"

Justin smiled. "Oh really?"

"Yeah! They took a photo and everything. It's the highlight of her life right now!"

Justin began laughing, it was too perfect, what were the fucking odds.

"What's funny?"

Justin controlled himself. "Well it's crazy you said you wanted to meet my girlfriend. But so far you and Pat are the only ones that haven't met her."

Mitch was confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Isabelle met my girlfriend today."

There was a very long pause. He almost thought Mitch hung up. Then all of the sudden.

"No fucking way. If this is your idea of a prank its a shitty one."

"It's not, we've been seeing each other for three months."

Justin decided to send a pic of him and Sara that he took while they were relaxing on his couch. She was kissing his cheek while he was smiling at the camera. After a few moments he heard a "holy shit."

"I told you, why would I lie about that."

"I can't believe this, my little brother is dating one of the hottest actresses of our time. Bro she's my age too what the fuck she's a cradle robber." Mitch had to give his brother shit about that.

"Shut the fuck up." He felt his face get hot. Twenty four and his brother could still make him feel like he was eight. "We met at Joe's wedding."

"I'm surprised you got that kinda game man. She's probably got the entire league in her DM's. She was dating Harry Styles before the pandemic.

Justin recalled his conversation with Jerry.

"Really?"

He knew his brother was rolling his eyes. "I only know cause Isabelle told me. She's going to flip out when I tell her!"

"Yeah about that. It's better if no one knew. So please don't say anything. Not even to Pat. I'll tell him when the time is right."

"Justin, mom and dad told me how amazing she is and how good she is for you. Please don't fuck it up."

"Thanks for the confidence Mitch."

"I'm serious. Don't ruin it by being selfish and constantly thinking about yourself and football."

While Mitch continued on about medical school Justin was in deep thought about everything that his brother said. It was true that he had fucked up relationships before, and with Sara being out of the picture this past week he had to do some realization. When Mitch and Justin hung up he knew what he needed to do when Sara got back.

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Sara was nervous.

Her and Erika were escorted in a side entrance 30 min before the show started. Madison Square Garden was packed, people immediately noticed her despite having a mask. She couldn't look anywhere without making contact with a phone.

She knew people were posting about how she was there, her outfit (she was wearing a low cut floral jumpsuit with her hair tied back in curls.

"How are you holding up?" Erika asked as she handed her a margarita..

"So far so good. I know I'm probably on tiktok right now. Apparently I'm not anywhere near Olivia so that's good." She took a sip. "Wow, that's strong. "

"I told the guy to make it a double for us." Erika took a sip then made a face. "And it looks like my man delivered" they both laughed and cheered.

Sara took it all in. She was proud of Harry, despite all that went down between them she didn't wish ill will on his career. (Well in the beginning she did.)

She went to all of his concerts in 2019 while he was promoting Fine Line, she got to meet Stevie Nicks which was one of the most amazing moments of her life. They all became good friends. Sara got to tell Stevie how her song inspired her name. She missed this, her friends through Harry it had felt like they had taken his side in the breakup. She couldn't be mad, since they knew him before she came into his life, it still stung though.

Her and Erika kept their conversation going until they heard a voice call over to them. "Hey!"

They looked over and saw Olivia waving over to them. She was on the floor far from the pit but technically backstage with the crew.

This was awkward, Sara was going to kill Heidi for this one. She wanted to glare at Olivia, maybe add the finger. But this was not the place so she just smiled and waved.

Before they knew it, Harry came on stage. He immediately went to the first song and before she knew it, she found herself dancing and singing along to some of the songs. She was enjoying herself, she always loved his fans and the outfits and energy. The fans, while they were crazy, were always amazing to her and supported her and Harry.

At one point, she noticed Harry looking in her direction, she smiled behind the mask and he reciprocated. All around her fans were going nuts and she was sure she would see the moment all over social media. News outlets were probably covering it now.

Ever since her relationship with Justin she was paranoid being spotted. But now she was out and about she didn't care. People were always gonna talk. Let them see the truth. If she could only get him to see that.One after the other she had margarita after margarita. She was buzzed. Little did she know Harry kept stealing glances at her. He tried not to make it too obvious, but he was sure fans were catching it.

As he finished 'watermelon sugar' He decided to switch it up a little. After speaking to his band he turned around to face the audience. "Okay guys" he told the screaming crowd. "How about we throw it back a bit? I know many people love this song." He paused. " Let's get a little sexy in here"

The crowd went wild. Even crazier when 'woman' began playing.

Sara gasped. It was one of her favorite songs on his album. It was one of the first things she told him when they met for the first time. It also brought back a not so pure memory of when they fucked to it the first time

The fucker had purposely put it on when she visited him in the studio while finishing 'Fine Line'. She was turned on watching him and casually made a comment about how hot the studio was. Next thing she knew the door was locked and they were all over the booth.

Why the fuck was he playing it now? He never did once he released his sophomore album. She made eye contact a couple times with him. She didn't have to look at herself to know she was pink under her mask.

To pile it on, Harry had winked at her a few times subtly. What did that mean?

Once he finished the song ( with the extended version that she loved ) he went into a little banter with the fans who had brought signs. There were some funny ones, some asking him to prom and their events. After that was finished he began a speech.

"This next song is about memories of a long lost romance. I feel like everyone has that one person."

The bass started. "Little freak jezebel."

Sara stiffened. This song, 'little freak' was a song that was obviously written about her. It took her a bit after the album came out for her to listen to it and it made her cry. He was thinking of her, and while they would never be lovers again, the door hadn't shut on being friends one day.

"I'm not worried about where you are, or who you go home to. I'm just thinking about you."

That line hit differently when she listened to it now. Back then she couldn't picture herself with anyone else. Now here she was with a great guy.

She was swaying and singing along with her mask down, once again aware this was going to be the topic of discussion for weeks. And while she was upset at Justin for the whole Taylor debacle, she had to come clean about her past as well, especially if they were going to ever have the talk about their future.

The concert continued, and Sara needed to eat as the margaritas were getting to be a bit much. But before she could leave her seat one of the venue people stopped her.

\"Ms. Wozniak, Mr. Styles requested you join him and his group after the show."

She stared back in shock before Erika nudged her to speak. "Oh I don't know, I have to be up early tomorrow."

The usher continued. "Mr. Styles insisted that you join them. I'm supposed to get you and bring you down to the backstage area."

"Um, can my friend and I use the bathrooms first?" Erika looked at her like she grew a few heads.

"Yes but we have private bathrooms in the back area-"

"I also need to make a phone call." She grabbed her friend and rushed her up the stairs. She didn't care if she made a scene she needed to leave. As soon as they were in the concession area she made sure the usher didn't follow her. "Sara, are we going backstage?"

"Are you nuts! We are heading out. I'm not joining him with Olivia." She texted her driver to come around the back entrance of the garden. She was walking fast, as fast as she could with heels. A couple of people around the merch area were recording and she smiled and waved when they called her name.

They walked outside as soon as the car pulled up. Taking a deep breath, she regretted her decision to go. What on earth could Harry possibly want? The song that he played, the looks not to mention his girlfriend was right there. If he wanted to bury the hatchet it was not the time and place to do so.

Knowing she wasn't going to be able to fall asleep naturally she opted for an edible. Justin didn't know this, but she was a weed smoker to calm herself or just a nice little high once and while. Based upon how he is with being a health nut, she didn't think he would like that very much so she never brought up that topic.

She did her usual night routine and popped one of the gummies in her mouth. Her phone had died in the car and it was probably better that way. She wanted to text Justin, but she thought better of it. He was going to have to reach out first. Serves him right for being a dick.

The one she took was strong and before she knew it she was out.

Despite the special treat Sara didn't find herself well-rested when the alarm went off at six am. Growling, she slapped her phone, trying to find the snooze button. To no avail she couldnt find it and she had go get up and look at it.

5 texts

Justin: hey

Are you asleep?

When are you coming back? I want to pick you up from the airport.

Miss you

Text me when you're up. Goodnight gorgeous.

Sara smiled. He was an idiot, but he was her idiot.

It was shit like this that made her forget why she was ever mad at him. She messaged him back thinking he was still sleeping.

S: I'm sorry I fell asleep. I was exhausted after the concert. My flight arrives at LAX at 3pm.

J: Okay I'll pick you up.

S: actually, I'll have my driver come, I have to go home

J:I can pick you up, take you to your house and we will drive back to mine. I have to leave for Texas Friday. I want to see you before then.

Goddammit, that fucker. Her smile got even bigger.

S: Okay, I'll text you my flight information.

It was still early, but she still had a full day, her appearance on Jimmy Fallon later in the evening was on her mind. She loved Jimmy, always had a good time. This time she was going to be playing musical beers with some special surprise guests

She was hoping she didn't get any questions about going to the concert. Heidi would have given her some forewarning. But then again Heidi didn't tell Sara she wouldn't be near Olivia last night. That didn't work out.

As she was getting her breakfast together she got a notification on instagram.

TaylorBisciotti is now following you.

Sara's eyebrows furrowed as she saw the notification. That's weird, does she know something? Why all of the sudden Taylor follows her.

It couldn't be because of Justin, he for sure wouldn't tell her anything. It's not like she gave any hints for Taylor to suspect something. Unless she came over to his place when Sara was away.

The thought made her bitter. It pissed her off. So much she didn't realize she was squeezing the glass in her hand hard enough to break

"SHIT!" She had cut herself, almost to the point of stitches. After running it under the water, and a good bandage with gauze. She gave herself a pep talk

'Stop this, it is what it is. Obviously Justin is crazy about you. You heard him, he threw out the bear and the arrangement, he didn't eat one piece. Don't make yourself sick'

The self talk seemed to calm her down more. The day seemed to go by fast and before she knew it she was in hair and makeup going over her responses to the usual questions.

Everything was a blur, before she knew it she was walking out and waving to the crowd. After hugging Jimmy and taking her seat he began.

"How are things? First off congratulations on your new film 'don't Worry Darling' in theaters in a couple of weeks." The audience clapped and cheered.

"Thank you, everyone worked hard on this film and we're very proud. We hope everyone likes it."

"It got a good standing ovation at the Venice Film festival last month. Tell me because this is the thing everyone is talking about. Did Harry Styles spit on Chris Pine."

She couldn't help it, she laughed. "Oh my god! No! At least not on purpose. Harry would never do that! I haven't seen the video and I wasn't in the line of sight. But I'm pretty sure he didn't do that."

Jimmy laughed along with her. "Well that's good! It seems like that is the most important thing! I'm glad you cleared that up. Speaking off, you have worked with Chris Pine before, how was that working alongside him."

"Chris is great, he is very versatile in his roles. In this movie he is a real jerk and he is the perfect asshole!" The audience laughed. Of course the swear would be beeped out.

After some more back and forth. They moved on to the next segment. "Musical beers."

Jimmy announced the guests. She would be playing against Jimmy, Chris Evans, Timothee Chalamet, Saoirse Ronan, and Dylan O'Brien.

She was knocked out in the second round with Dylan, while they were waiting for the game to finish. Dylan began speaking with her. She had to admit she always harbored a little crush on him since Teen Wolf.

The game eventually finished, and she had no more obligations. After high fiving Heidi and her manager on an excellent interview she headed back to the car.

"Hey Sara!" She turned around to see Dylan running up to her. "It was very nice to meet and talk with you."

She smiled. "It was great to meet you Dylan."

He was nervous, he scratched the back

Of his neck. "Are you available to go out some time? Or even tonight, we can go to dinner."

Shocked was an understatement. "Oh um I'm sorry. I have an early flight tomorrow. It was nice meeting you though." Before she opened the door he grabbed her hand.

"If you change your mind, please let me know " Dylan smiled and she smiled back.

"Thanks Dylan." And with that she got into the car and headed back to pack. She was ready to get back to Los Angeles.

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"Hey Justin."

He groaned in annoyance as he turned around to face the voice he only could know as Taylor. He was trying to grocery shop in peace. He thought he was good with his baseball hat and mask, but his height always gave him away. In Albertsons no one usually knew who he was.

"Hey Taylor. How have you been?" He was walking as he said it, he threw a few things of meat in his cart. Sara was coming home tomorrow and he had planned to throw some meat on the grill and prepare a nice dinner. He acknowledged that she was so amazing with his injury and was always the one taking charge of dinner. He had to show some appreciation.

Unfortunately Taylor didn't get the hint he was not in the mood to talk. "How have the ribs been?"

He shrugged as he walked through the bread aisle. "Good, everything's been well. It hasn't been that long since you have seen me, Taylor."

"Yes but I haven't had any time alone to discuss what the hell happened when you were at my place."

Justin grimaced. "Taylor look, I think we should just stick to having a professional relationship. This season….. with my injury and all going to shit. I don't need any distractions."

It was harsh, he knew it. But he had never been good at ending anything. Taylor didn't seem to get the first few hints he dropped. The last place he wanted to have this conversation was at the damn grocery store, but he didn't even want to be alone with her.

She was mad. "Really? Then why the fuck did you come over to my place." Her voice grew a little louder and Justin looked around, grateful that they were in an area where no one was around.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." He admitted.

"Is there someone else?" Justin blinked. He had to remain cool. "What makes you think that?"

"You have been blowing me off all of the sudden. Before I went to Europe you were all over me. I come back and now you have a change of heart? What is this? Did you meet anyone?"

It was none of her damn business. "No I didn't. I'm just focusing on myself."

She looked at his cart. "You're not a wine drinker." He had a bottle of barefoot blueberry. Sara's favorite. It surprised him that it was a ten dollar bottle when he first came over. Shouldn't celebrities drink Dom perignon?

"I don't need to justify anything. I'm buying because. Taylor, I don't want to have this argument." She huffed and stormed away. He felt a little guilty sure, but at least it had her off his back.

He bought a few snacks he knew Sara liked. A few sweets as well, while he was a health nut, he did indulge a little. His weakness was those turtle cookies she made when his parents came over. Justin went over to the bath aisle and grabbed a bubble bath soap as well as salts.

Everything was fine until he was approaching his car and he saw Taylor leaning against his car.

Fuck.

"Justin, listen." She started when he began to load up his trunk. "I'm sorry about pushing this. It's just." She paused. "I'm just confused. Everything was fine until it all of the sudden wasn't. I guess I am just trying to see if it was something I did."

He sighed. "Taylor, we agreed that this was going to be casual due to our careers. That was the plan."

She looked around and saw more people start to pull in. "Let's do this in your car for privacy. He finished loading the rest of his bags and they got in the car.

It was quiet for a minute until Taylor broke the silence. "I was trying to find the time to talk to you about this, but you keep avoiding me." She took a deep breath. "I decided to be a Chargers exclusive reporter." He looked at her questioningly. So she continued. " I was gonna tell my boss that I only wanted to be employed under the Chargers so I wouldn’t have such a crazy schedule, not a constant back and forth. Sort of settling down.”

"And you were going to do that for what?" Justin was pretty sure he knew the answer; he just wanted to hear it from her.

"I wanted to be closer, I know you said there was no way because of our jobs and I initially agreed with that. But I was thinking alot about us in Europe and when we met up again. If I took this job I would only be gone on the weekends and….. well….. we could maybe give this a shot." She faced her head away from him.

Oh god. Oh god.

Oh god. If she had come to him before he had met Sara he would have probably would have given it a shot. But now things have changed. He had no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with Taylor. He was crazy about Sara, which scared the shit out of it.

He sighed "Taylor, look, things have changed. I wish I would have told you sooner. It's just with everything going on, I can't see us being anything other than just coworkers. I'm sorry. Please if you don't want to work for the Chargers don't force yourself on my account

She sniffed and he could tell she was on the verge of tears. "Fuck you Justin Herbert." She put on her sunglasses and left the car, making sure she slammed the door hard enough to rattle the car.

He took a deep breath. At least that was taken care of. Justin wasn't heartless, he had his heart broken before and it sucked. He knew what Taylor was feeling

meanwhile On twitter

@twitteruser : just saw Justin Herbert at Albertsons in Irvine with Taylor Biscotti.

@ chargersfan: atta boy Herb, she's fine.

Yeah he thought he was slick with the mask. They got in his car, I was tryna see but I had to leave.

@ twitteruser : You sure it was him?

Yes I know that silver porsche with the Oregon license plates anywhere.

On Tumblr

Anon: hey Twitter user spotted Justin with Taylor at Albertsons. They got in his car and drove away. The person said it looked like they were gonna have a date night

I saw the tweet too, so we can basically confirm they are a couple.

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Sara was glad to be home. Did she love New York? Oh yes but only for so long. The fans were great, Jimmy Fallon was wonderful, and Justin was picking her up from the private terminal.

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she saw him leaning against his Porsche, holding a bouquet of roses.God he looked so sexy. Shejust wanted to run to him and jump into his arms. Thankfully she remembered his rib injury.

Sara went up to him and he bent down to meet her lips in a passionate kiss. "What's this for?" As he handed her the roses.

"I really missed you, and I'm sorry for being a jerk." She took the beautiful arrangement from him. Feeling on top of the world he grabbed her suitcase despite her protests. Once loaded up, they drove off back to her place so she could unpack and gather some things.

At one point during the drive, he grabbed her hand, the one that was bandaged up. "What happened here?" As he took his eyes off the road to look at the gauze.

"Oh god so I was scrubbing one of Bella's dishes and it broke in my hand. Remind me to text her about it. I feel so bad."

He kissed the back of her injured hand, which made Sara feel all sorts of ways. She felt hot. The car felt hot. He was hot.

"So how was New York?" He broke her from her thoughts.

"It was fun! The shoot was long and tiring. I filmed Jimmy Fallon with Dylan,O'Brien, and Chris Evans! He's so sexy in person." She couldn't help but swoon. It's Chris motherfuckerin Evans!"

Justin groaned. "I thought celebrities didn't get starstruck."

She laughed. "Yes we still do! I watched all the Captain America movies. I've been in love with Chris Evans since I was fourteen!"

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. "If he had asked you out you would have said yes?"

"Oh please, Chris Evans would never approach someone like me." She thought about Dylan asking her out after the show. "Besides he barely said two words to me the whole taping!"

"But if he had asked you you would have said yes." Sara noticed the tone in his voice and smiled. "Are you jealous?"

" I don't get jealous." She giggled. "Justin, I would have said no, I'm here with you aren't I?" She squeezed his hand and he relaxed. "You're right. It's crazy though that you have access to all these people that I grew up watching."

"Trust me I have to pinch myself as well." There was a nice silence for a bit. She began to fumble with the radio until a song she liked came on. Justin knew the song 'Eastside' by Khalid and Halsey. Sara began to sing it

'I Just wanna leave tonight, we can go anywhere we want drive down to the coast jump in the seat just take my hand and come with me yeah

We can do anything if we put our minds to it. take your whole life and put a line through it.

My love is yours if you're willing to take it, give me your heart cause I ain't gonna break it'

He noticed she was staring at him during that last part. Again he put her hands to his and kissed it.

The next time the chorus came on he found himself singing with her.

After getting off the expressway he pulled up to her house and she jumped out, wanting to hurry up and pack another suitcase for a few nights over. Once she got into her car she followed him back.to his house

She mulled over his actions during the drive. This was a sudden 180 from earlier. It was nice, to feel that it wasn't one sided and it seemed he was actually showing he was crazy about her instead of just saying it, although he wasn't aware that she heard him that night.

Once they both pulled into his garage. He unlocked the door, and Sara immediately went to Nova, who was resting on her cat tree. "Hello Miss Nova I missed you." The Bengal purred as Sara spoke in her baby voice

"Wow really, you missed my cat more than me." He pouted

She continued to love the cat. "She's a Queen. Look at her." As on cue, Nova stretched.

Once the cat worship ended. Sara went to take her suitcase to the guest bedroom when she noticed the door was locked. She turned around to see a shit eating grin on Justin's face. She rolled her eyes and diverted to his room. Once she got settled she decided she wanted to shower. She informed him and he told her he was going to grill the chicken.

Once showered, she stole another one of Justin's shirts. She poured herself a glass of wine and decided to make a salad while Justin was grilling. This was nice, she could see herself doing this during the season, in the off season while family and friends were visiting. Her mind began racing to the future.

She wanted to be a mom, a homemaker, she loved taking care of people, and loved hosting. She was the go to of the friend group to host parties. People would always ask her what party planner she used and she would always say herself. Was it stressful? Sure, but she loved it.

As she looked out to the backyard. She saw herself making dinner for her and Justin. Maybe a baby on her hip, at a family party where both sides come together.

She had to shake herself from her thoughts. 'Don't be ridiculous'

Sara finished up making sides from whatever Justin had, which was a lot. He probably went shopping before he picked her up.

adventures When the chicken was finished they ate outside on the patio. She talked about her NYC while he listened. It was different, he was more attendant, seemed more interested and caring.

She cleaned up while he got out a cake. She looked at him surprised. He shrugged, "I haven't had it in a while, also this is my way of saying sorry for being an ass."

Sara laughed. "Well you do know how to apologize. I forgive you Justin." She walked up to him and kissed him softly. He moaned into it.

"You know what we should do?"

Justin raised his eyebrow at her. "I think I have an idea."

She pulled away and ran into the bedroom, him following after her. "Let's go swimming!'

That made him stop. "Huh?"

"Come on! I haven't used the pool yet! And it's gorgeous outside." She searched through her suitcase and after finding what was to be a swimsuit, she ran into the master bathroom and shut the door.

Justin sighed. He rarely used his pool, however it was nice out, and it would probably help with the ribs.

He changed into his trunks and called out that he was going to turn on the heater. He checked the temp before going inside and grabbing a glass of wine for himself and refilling Sara's. As he set up the stuff by the pool he heard the sliding glass door open.

"It's ready…" He trailed off as he faced the brunette. The bikini she wore was on the smaller side. Her breasts were spilling out In the front. The bottoms were a little risqué, showing that she was waxed. Justin's mouth dried up. "You.. you look beautiful."

She blushed. There was something so Intimate about your boyfriend seeing you in a bikini. Granted, they had sex and he's seen her naked alot. He reached out for her hand and she took it. He led them into the shallow end of the pool. Justin wrapped his arms around Sara and lifted her. She normally wouldn't allow it, but she figured the water was supporting her.

After a bit, she pulled back and began to float on her back. He stared at her, making it uncomfortable. "Why are you staring?"

"I'm happy you’re back. It felt weird, coming home to nobody.”

“You had Nova. Don’t disrespect her.” He gave her the ‘are you serious’ look and she laughed.

“Seriously, I missed you a lot, and I know I told you earlier, I am sorry for snapping at you. You are just trying to help me and I was an ass. You don’t deserve that. I am just not used to this.”

Sara stood up in the water. “Used to what?

Justin came towards her. “Having someone care so much about me, and it scares me how much I really like you.”

She grabbed his arm. “It scares me too, I feel like I have known you for years, and it hasn’t even been six months.” She was very scared, she was in love with him, but of course she couldn’t tell him that. He would have to tell her that first.”

“I want to give this a shot, I want you to be my girlfriend officially.” His face turned pink. “God I feel like I am in high school all over again.”

She smiled. “Well I accept, boyfriend.” she stood up on her toes and kissed him, him bending his knees to meet hers. It wasn’t long before it turned passionate, both of them letting out moans. “I need to shower again, and I am sure you want to as well.” She grabbed his hand and led him out of the water. For the first time in the relationship she felt secure. Justin had finally shown some vulnerability, and while it wasn’t the total cure, it was a start. A start of good things to come.

Hopefully.

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Jack Lange prided himself on being a patient man. Its how he stood out and became a well known cameraman . Its how celebrities feared him, because he knew the right time to strike and to only come forth with information that the person couldn’t deny.

He was once again parked around the corner of the Irvine residence. It had been a slow week, with getting some calls from influencers to come out and take ‘candid’ photos. He saw that Sara was in New York, so he focused his attention on other things. However, when the photos of her at JFK airport surfaced online he knew he had to spring into action.

Jack thought about hiding outside her gate first, but he figured if he wanted a lead of a potential relationship he should go to the other house she was spotted at. He stopped off to get food, a water bottle for pee breaks, his longshot camera with the zoom lens and other things.

And pulled up around the corner, there was a tree he was able to hide his black car behind.

The first few hours were nothing, he was on his laptop trying to write a couple articles.

At one point, he saw a car turn the block from a distance and he cracked open his tinted window a bit and got out his camera. It was a silver Porsche, with Oregon license plates. It turned into the house. Shortly after he recognized Sara’s Mercedes take the same way, he took a couple photos on zoom just in case.

That was all he was able to get though, as the garage door closed, and both cars were in. He turned back to the photos he did get. The first one it was obvious was a young man with a baseball cap and sunglasses. It was a bit blurry, so he wouldn't be able to tell if it was someone recognizable. The other one it was obvious it was Sara in her car and the hoodie was the same one she was spotted wearing in the airport. It was nothing that could really pinpoint anything. It was a start though. Jack figured that since it was the afternoon, they probably wouldn't be going out again. Sara wasn’t known for being out in public very often, and if this was something that was under wraps she sure wouldn't be going out.

He took a few notes, including the Oregon license plate, and headed out. It was looking promising

*a/n Hey Guys! This is hopefully going to be how I format all the chapters going forward. I hope you guys like it and leave me any questions, comments, suggestions, what you want to see happen. All is welcome!

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