Reggies drunk craving
Sound of their front door wakes James up. He turns on the lamp next to the couch and sees Reg taking off his shoes.
“Hi love” he ask while yawning.
“Hi Jamie” Regulus smiles at him, “why aren’t you asleep?” he asks slurring.
“Wanted to wait, how was your night?” James gets up to kiss him. Regulus melts in his boyfriend’s touch.
“Great! They played so much Rihanna, I haven’t danced that much in a very long time.” he says in between small kisses. “You can go up and I’ll be right up with you” he says smiling at his boyfriend’s childlike yawn.
James steals one more quick peck and heads up the stairs lazily. He is about to go into the bedroom when he hears a loud curse.
“Reg, love what’s going on” he calls.
“James, where are my leftover noodles” Regulus whines, closing the fridge door with a loud bang. “Did you eat them?”
“Baby, the noodles from last weekend?” He asks and chuckles at his boyfriend’s eager nod.
“No I didn’t eat them Reggie, they were old, I threw them away”
“You threw my noodles away?”
“Yes love, the veggies had mold on them”
“But I wanted to eat the noodles. That’s the only thing I craved in the cab. I was sitting and thinking about those noodles and I really..” Reg can’t finish his sentence because he is crying. He is actually crying about the noodles, big tears and full pout crying.
James can’t help himself but laugh. His boyfriend is standing in the kitchen at 3 am, crying because of the noodles with a lip quiver and that adorable, little pout.
“James, do not laugh! This is not funny you threw away my noodles” Reg says putting his hands on his hips.
“Come on baby, they had gone bad. Go up, try to take those glitters off and I’ll order you some”James pulls him by his belt loop and tries to kiss him. Reg is pretending to be upset but still smiles against James’s lips. He heads up to the bathroom happily.
Last thing Regulus remembers is going upstairs to get ready for bed. Now he wakes up because of a loud bang from the kitchen. He quickly goes down to see what’s going on.
“Jamie, are you okay?”
“Shit, did I wake you up? sorry love I dropped a lid” James answers. James who is standing in front of a stove, stirring a big pot of noodles at 4:30 in the morning.
“Jamie what are you doing?”
“The noodle place you like was not open when I tried to order, so I figured I’d try and make you some.” James was smiling at him “we ran out of spring onions but I think it will be okay”
“You made me noodles.” Regulus is staring at him, his mouth fully open.
“Yeah?!”
“Well.. Jamie is 4:30 in the morning”
“Yes but you were craving them, weren’t you?” James asks while getting a bowl from the cupboard.
Regulus is still standing. He cannot believe that he is not even surprised. Of course this is what James would do, he would stay up all night to wait for him and then cook him a stupid drunk craving at 4 in the morning. He is standing there and he is not even surprised that this is happening because things like this happen to him now. And he suddenly realizes the size of luck and happiness he has are unmeasurable, because he is used to things like this. He gets to receive James’s huge love and exist with this much kindness. He realizes how truly happy he is and how he would do anything to always be this warm from James.
As if something nudged him, Regulus moves suddenly, hugging, or more like jumping on his boyfriend’s back like a mad man. “You are going to marry me, right?” he asks with an extremely serious tone.
James turns around. He is smiling with his whole face, dimples on his cheeks, crinkles around his sweet, sweet brown eyes. He laughs with his loud laugh that Regulus prefers over any symphony he has ever heard.
“Right, of course, of course I will Reggie. I would do it right now if I could” he answers, with sincerity in his voice.
“Right, okay, good, perfect” Regulus answers, unable to form a coherent sentence after having every single cell in him injected with overdose of love. He kisses his, apparently very soon to be husband on his cheek and grabs a hot bowl of what he thinks will be the most delicious noodles in the world from his hands. He is happy truly, truly happy.
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fic: can't fake what you can't break up with
Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman/Phoenix)
"If you meet someone who wants to bequeath a castle to you, I promise to walk you down the aisle myself."
(Or: the one where Jake and Natasha drunkenly get married in Vegas and then try to stay married for career advancement without killing each other.)
I. spring
"Of course! Why would Cyclone care that the guy he's thinking about promoting has so little impulse control that he couldn't spend less than twenty-four hours in Vegas without marrying his coworker at an Elvis chapel?"
After a long beat, Jake says, "Guy and gal he's thinking about promoting. If I'm screwed, so are you, honey. Last I checked, we both said I do."
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Whatever drinks they had for dinner that night was apparently a little TOO strong for Kasuga. Like a good partner, though, Nomoto is trying to get her over to a comfortable place to sleep it off...
I've had this silly idea for a while now, after viewing some translated fics and art over on Pixiv. This isn't directly referencing any of them. It's just the idea of Kasuga getting a little TOO buzzed after getting comfortable drinking with Nomoto is too fun to pass up lol
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↻ FLIP FLOP: Jake's Pov from when he's awakes in Vegas.
[ask me for extras about my fics!]
↻ FLIP FLOP: the flip side of the waking up in Vegas scene at the beginning of can't fake what you can't break up with in Hangman's POV
(Also here now for housekeeping purposes!)
Jake's first extremely dramatic thought upon being yanked out of REM sleep by Phoenix's equally dramatic shrieking is that it feels like something died in his mouth and then that dead thing was unceremoniously moved to a shallow grave in his brain and now, in the cruel light of day, it is slowly rising from the spongy matter like a body washing up on shore at low tide – only there's not enough room in his scalp to accommodate the flotsam so his head feels like it's being split apart from the inside. He needs more sleep and a cup of industrial strength espresso, but he'd settle for Phoenix not ruining this for him – the this in question being Natasha looking flushed all over as she stands in the middle of his hotel room in her underwear and points menacingly at him with her phone while threatening to murder him for the crime of rocking her world – by reading Instagram captions out loud like he fucked a delusional Kardashian last night instead of her. (Jake blames Sammy for the fact that he is immediately able to clock that Khloe would be the delusional Kardashian who couldn't take a hint the morning after.)
With a groan, Jake reminds Natasha that it's not a Vegas vacation if at least two people don't drunkenly wander into an Elvis chapel and take wedding selfies with The King. His mother has albums full of Jake dressed like Woody from Toy Story when he was in the first grade – that doesn't mean he was spending his days solving crimes instead of figuring out how the hell subtraction worked.
Jake tells Natasha that the institution of marriage requires a little more than "pics or it didn't happen" to be valid while slowly stretching out his sore muscles. She has finally stopped yelling at him for three seconds – no doubt to marvel at the legal expertise he culled from watching reruns of The Practice – but when he looks up, what he discovers is even better than Phoenix losing the power of speech over his genius. Natasha Trace, the woman whose response to him flirting with her has always been to remind Jake that she'd be hard pressed to spit on him if he caught on fire – is shamelessly checking him out like someone who went for a test drive and now can't hide that she'd pay sticker price to drive this Mustang off the lot immediately.
"I'm going to hop in the shower." Flashing Natasha a grin that is sure to infuriate her, he drawls in a low trickle, "Want to conserve some water with me?"
Her face turns murderous within seconds as Nat slips on a hotel robe and loudly plots his demise. He'd make a crack about foreplay, but her grip on the hanger seems deadly. Jake settles for sauntering to the bathroom while whistling the Usher song that Gina played on repeat when Jake had a crush on the college sophomore his parents paid ten bucks an hour to teach them tennis one summer.
Phoenix can deny that she's not hot for his bod as much as she wants, but his back looks like a subway map when he catches a glimpse of it in the bathroom mirror. It takes everything in him not to cry out when the scalding hot water hits the scratches, but Jake can't find it in himself to be too mad about it when he finds a red bird sketched onto his skin like a brand. Jake is still laughing about how proprietary Natasha is when he steps out of the bathroom a few minutes later and immediately needles her with, "You won't believe this, but I think you tried to draw a phoenix on my ass with a Sharpie last night!"
He doesn't expect her to find it as funny as he does, but Jake is caught off guard when Natasha starts raging about paperwork instead.
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