#I’m being a grouch ignore me

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I hate when my body and the weather conspire together. I didn’t want to sleep all day 😔

[eightmakesonebraincell]

ateez as pirates who fall for you (hyung line)

read maknae line here

genre: pirate!ateez x gn!reader (fem!reader for hongjoong), fluff, angst, crack, and as always - a brainrot of every pirate trope to exist

length: 10.4k

c/w: heavy and mature themes - mdni, explicit language (swearing, insults), death, violence, blood & injuries, weapons, illegal acts (piracy, ransoming, verbal abuse, abduction), alcohol, pet names

a/n: maknae line will come yes but who knows when 🤷‍♀️ work has been really testing my dopamine vibes this year 😔👎 thank you @sorryimananti-romantic for keeping a detailed hitlist for me ♡

hongjoong

pov: you're a royal princess rescued by him

“captain, are you sure we can’t toss her overboard?”

jongho and hongjoong watch as wooyoung’s face falls after you pointedly ignore his attempts to make conversation once again

for someone who is technically their guest aboard the arriba, it seems as though you are hellbent on being as difficult as you can be

“unfortunately, we can’t,” hongjoong grouches to the younger, “not unless we want to exchange our payment for a hefty bounty on our own heads”

when jongho sighs, the captain squeezes his shoulder in comfort and adds on, “trust me, i’ve thought about it too”

hongjoong and his crew are privateers - pirates in theory, but technically excused so long as they have their letter of marque to state that they are authorised to attack other vessels

rescuing a royal princess was never explicitly part of the contract, although he thinks that not rescuing you would have pretty much been equivalent to a blatant show of insubordination

you had been taken ransom by one of the merchant ships the arriba had been plundering

needless to say, they had been close to tossing you overboard too; your kingdom had never paid for your ransom

the lack of response from your parents wasn’t anything you weren’t expecting but it’s a sore spot nonetheless

so it’s certainly hard for you to play friendly when you’re quite literally shucked off from stranger to stranger faster than a hot potato

san tugs wooyoung closer towards him and gently says to you, “he’s just trying to be nice - we all are”

the movement doesn’t go unnoticed by you

“i don’t need your pity,” you answer, the only sentence you have spoken today

you’ve lived two decades of your life pretending you don’t see the pitying gazes of your maids and butlers

you certainly don’t need pity from these people - pirates no less

“it’s not-” wooyoung starts to say

but the captain steps in before he can defend himself

“if this is how you’re always acting, i’m starting to see why your kingdom never paid for your ransom”

had hongjoong been less preoccupied by your words, he would have realised that your tone is candid, as if it is only natural for the people around you to pity you

but he’s clouded with his mindset as captain, unable to stand by idly while his own crew put up with your attitude, and so the words come out anyway - shards of shrapnel that bury themselves into your heart

there is only a fleeting second when your eyes dilate with hurt

you conceal it immediately, replacing it with a steely gaze, yet the image has already seared itself into hongjoong’s mind

“maybe you should throw me overboard, then,” you counter, “i’m sure my family will thank you for it”

and even if you have completely neutralised your expression, no one misses the wounded tone of your voice before you disappear down into the lower deck

mingi lets out a low whistle after the resounding slam of the hatch closing

“you fucked up, captain”

hongjoong doesn’t need anyone to spell it out for him

the heavy feeling in his stomach is telling enough

it isn’t until the moon has long since risen that you emerge through the hatch again

you had bypassed the sleeping quarters to the hold, wedging yourself between barrels of grain until you were sure no one would find you

not that they would have tried to anyway - seonghwa had told them all to give you some space

you had run your finger up and down the sides of the barrels repetitively for hours on end, mind simultaneously void and filled with thoughts

the walls you had built around yourself kept you safe, but it had started to become awfully lonely after a while

when it had become a little too suffocating in the hold and you guessed that most of the crew was asleep, you had softly padded back up the stairs and across the main deck

you now sit on the foredeck where the endless expanse of the sea stretches out in front of you, closing your eyes and letting the swaying of the ship lull you into tranquillity

tonight, the moon winks down fondly upon the waters

hongjoong watches you from the quarterdeck

he’s seen you sit at the front of the ship on many nights when you should really have been asleep

he wonders if you’ve always looked so small and fragile with your knees drawn up to your chest, or whether it’s because the flash of hurt in your eyes and voice is still fresh in his mind

“go, captain,” yunho murmurs from where he’s at the helm, “it’s a quiet night”

hongjoong startles at having been caught gazing, clearing his throat and dragging his eyes away

“why should i, if she’s just going to ignore me?” he scoffs

but he knows he’s just being petty at this point and his chest churns in agreement

“maybe,” yunho hums softly in response. “did seonghwa ever give up on you, though?”

it’s rhetorical - hongjoong knows the answer better than anyone

the captain doesn’t say anything but after several beats of silence, he sighs and makes a move to the foredeck where you are

yunho smiles to himself

you and hongjoong may be more similar than his captain realises

your shoulders stiffen when the sound of hongjoong’s footsteps approaches

you’re not sure what to expect and you don’t exactly want to find out and risk getting hurt

but having spent all day swimming alone in your thoughts, you do want to show that you feel apologetic because admittedly, you were being an ass too

getting up to walk away when he’s taken the first step certainly won’t help your case

you hold your breath in awkward silence as he settles down beside you, leaving a respectable distance between your hunched figures

only now is hongjoong realising that he hasn’t actually thought about or decided on what he wants to say to you

but he can feel the confusion rolling off of you in waves, so he grits his teeth and says fuck it

“i won’t apologise for defending my crew, but i’m sorry for how i did it and for what i said”

he hopes you know he is sincere when he continues, “we all have our prickly edges. i can’t fault you for yours”

compassion is a foreign concept to you and so you’re a little stumped for words

hongjoong isn’t sure whether your silence is a good or bad thing, but you have yet to stand up and walk away from the conversation

“there’s only about a week left until we reach port and we’ll leave after you make it back to your kingdom and we receive our payment. i’m not asking for you to be friendly, but let’s at least be civil with each other until then,” he says

you want to nod, agree, anything

and yet you can’t seem to make your head move or the words to come out of your mouth

rome was not built in a day. but neither did its walls fall in a day

hongjoong doesn’t push for an answer when instead, you ask, “how many people have you actually tossed overboard before?”

he resists the urge to laugh at your question, suddenly endeared by the fact that you’re still bothered by his very empty threat

“none, but my offer still stands. you’re welcome to be my first,” he deadpans

you let out a snort and although you quickly turn your head away, hongjoong sees the hint of amusement in your eyes

no further words are exchanged between the two of you and you do not acknowledge him when he eventually stands to rejoin yunho at the helm

but it’s a start

and as with any relationship, be it friend, foe, or lover, there is always that

a beginning.

hongjoong isn’t really expecting much to change immediately so he doesn’t pay you much mind when you walk into the mess hall the following morning

you hesitate at the entrance when you see most of the crew are already present, the conversation you had with hongjoong last night replaying at the forefront of your mind

you chew on the inside of your mouth

wooyoung stops mid-conversation at the scrape of a plate on the table, looking up to find you sliding into the seat beside him with a tight-lipped smile

to your surprise, he greets you with enthusiasm and immediately drags you into the conversation

hongjoong watches as you slowly warm up and add one or two comments of your own in between bites of your hardtack

and when he catches your gaze after staring for too long, he gives you a smile to convey his appreciation; to acknowledge your efforts

you return it with a small smile of your own and unbeknownst to you, it stays on your face for the rest of the day

slowly, there become more and more reasons that elicit a smile out of you

you still sit out on the foredeck when everyone else has gone to sleep, but on most nights, hongjoong will join you even if just for a while

the two of you are content to sit side by side with nothing but the steady pulse of the ocean and intermittent creaks of the ship’s hull to break the silence of the night

tonight though, you find curiosity burning through you

“what’s it like?” you ask

“being a pirate?” he clarifies

you shrug vaguely, unsure yourself either, “being a pirate. being at sea. sailing with your crew”

he takes a moment to gather his thoughts - not because he doesn’t know what to say, but because there is too much he wants to say

when hongjoong answers, his voice rumbles softly from within his chest, tender and heartfelt

“there’s a sense of freedom that you can’t obtain when you’re bound to land and society. sailing the waters, the only limits are those of the open seas and of your own compass… the sunrises, the storms, the moonlight - it all becomes part of your home”

hongjoong leans back to rest on the palms of his hands, tilting his gaze up towards the twinkling sky

he reflects, “you experience brotherhood and gain a family that is worth multitudes more than the treasures you can accumulate, even if you were to live as a pirate for several lifetimes”

you’re enraptured by his words, like poetry that swirls off the pages of a book and drifts into your very soul

“i may be the captain of this crew, but they make me who i am. without them, i am nothing”

his words wash over you and unearth vivid memories

“that’s what the queen always says to me,” you reveal

a small smile starts to grace hongjoong’s face, but it falls just as quickly when he hears your next words

“that without her - without her title - i am nothing”

it’s funny, how the same phrase can hold such different meanings; can evoke such different emotions

you don’t elaborate any further, but hongjoong doesn’t think he needs you to in order for him to understand

he just wishes he had more time to show you that your mother is wrong

he can’t though

tomorrow they reach port and you will return to your rightful place in the palace

“tell me more about your crew,” you attempt to change the topic, “how did you all find each other?”

so hongjoong tells you

he talks for hours and hours and you listen all the while with a heavy heart, clinging onto his every word

on your final night, you two stay like that until the stars disappear and the horizon becomes streaked with the pale hues of sunrise

after the ship docks mere hours later, only hongjoong accompanies you to your kingdom after goodbyes are exchanged

wooyoung doesn’t take it well, and you find yourself holding back tears of your own as you are let through the palace doors with the captain by your side

but you blink them away when you approach the throne room because vulnerability is not an emotion you are willing to display

“y/n”

the queen addresses you curtly when you enter, and hongjoong wonders for a split second whether he has brought you back to the wrong kingdom

he knows your mother does not treat you fondly, but it’s still staggering to see it before his very own eyes

the monarch glances distastefully over him before her eyes flicker back to you

“i did not expect your return,” she states

your eyes remain impassive as you merely answer, “neither am i delighted to be back”

hongjoong recognises this look

he’s seen it when you first boarded his ship; he’s seen it when your hackles were raised

he’s seen it in himself, when he had been a teenager filled with nothing but growing resentment, before he had met seonghwa

your mother sneers, “then you should have made yourself useful and stayed with the pirates. as a whore or a dog, whatever it took.”

hongjoong has understood you since learning of your demons, but right now, he is you

he sees fifteen-year-old kim hongjoong, standing before a couple who are his parents only by title

he sees fifteen-year-old kim hongjoong, who doesn’t know what he has done that deems him undeserving of love

he sees fifteen-year-old kim hongjoong, all alone with no one to take his hand

“or really, you should have died on the ship”

hongjoong is close enough to you to hear the small hitch in your breath at your mother’s final jab

he may not have had someone to save his younger self, but he can do that now

he can be the person he so desperately needed years ago

and so he does just that.

hongjoong grabs your hand and drags you out of the palace

no one stops the two of you from leaving and he is unsure whether his heart hurts for you or sings with relief

you can only stutter in shock as you try to keep up, “hongjoong, what about your payment?”

his determined steps do not slow down, even as he looks back at you with a sure smile, “i told you before. some things are worth more than money”

the comforting squeeze of his hand conveys that you are worth more than any amount of money

the form of the arriba grows bigger in the distance and you think you can see the movement of excitement on deck when the crew spots your figures

hongjoong has slowed down his steps, but he has yet to let go of your hand

“and you deserve to know that. welcome to the crew, y/n”

to a family and love that you never had

you think you like the sound of that

“thank you, captain”

seonghwa

pov: you're a royal navy officer in disguise

you lay awake in your hammock, listening to the soft snores of the crew members around you

sleep doesn’t come easy to you anymore

particularly tonight

you contemplate whether it’s worth the risk to simply not show up

you know what the consequences are if they capture you - a slow and painful death - but you’re unsure whether you want to put ateez on the line too

your ship is currently docked for the night, having made a port stop at alcarres following one of the crew’s wishes to retire the pirate lifestyle and settle in the small town

their last night with ateez had been celebrated with sloshing rum and rowdy jigs, something you had found strange

there’s none of that in the royal navy

when one leaves, it is shameful and through one of three options only; old age, crippling injury, or…death

you had asked seonghwa, the quartermaster, why he and the captain were so accepting when crew members left as they wished

he had simply smiled and answered, “better a small but loyal crew than a large and unpredictable crew”

his words are like a sharp stone in your shoe as you finally slip out of your hammock and make your way off the ship

as ordered, you head to the tavern addressed

you salute the person in front of you and ease into your seat with a formality only when he disregards you

“admiral jang”

“you’re late,” the royal navy officer raises an eyebrow

“sorry, sir. i had to make sure everyone was asleep”

it’s not exactly the truth, but no one needs to know that you had spent an hour in your hammock questioning your morality

he ignores your excuse, jesting as he asks of your captain, “has the pirate king found the chart’s whereabouts yet?”

the charts

centuries ago, a crew of experienced sailors had travelled the six great seas and created the original navigational charts

the charts had become scattered and lost over time, but its value only increased exponentially as more and more sailors became victims to the sea trying to map its waters to the same detail and accuracy as the original charts

of the six originals, only the whereabouts of five are known, with most of them within the possession of the royal navy

it’s rumoured that hongjoong - the pirate king - has his hands on two of them and is currently tracking down the lost chart of the aurorian sea

the only sea that has yet to be chartered after its original map due to its dangerous and unpredictable sailing conditions

you know that your next words can hold an inexplicable amount of possibilities

“not yet. the last lead didn’t get him anywhere. turned out the last of the ahn clan had passed a decade ago”

his lips flatten at the lack of worthwhile information

“where’s the captain headed to next, then?” he probes

for a split second, the thought of lying crosses your mind

you can’t provide a different location - it would be much too obvious and would raise immediate suspicions

but you could give him a different time frame

after all, it’s not uncommon for navigational routes to be one to two weeks off should the waters be unpredictable enough

you find the truth spilling out of you anyway once you’re looking into his stone-cold eyes

“vlasgar. in about three weeks’ time”

for a moment, time stands still as your heart pounds and you attempt to slow your breathing, the officer staring back at you calculatingly

then he finally hums in satisfaction

you think that he is going to dismiss you, but as you make a move to leave, he leans back in his seat

the split second of hesitation was enough

“remember where your loyalty lies, y/n”

the air feels cold with the underlying threat

seonghwa’s words flit through your mind

better a small but loyal crew than a large and unpredictable crew

you swallow, “of course, admiral”

and then you’re dismissed with a nod

the unsettling feeling follows you all the way back to the ship and every miniscule creak of the floorboards underneath you seems to be amplified in the silence

you let out a short gasp of surprise when you’re about to climb back into your hammock, only to see seonghwa blinking blearily at you

“couldn’t sleep ‘gain?” he mumbles

you choke out a response, “yeah”

“i’ll make you tea b’fore you sleep ‘morrow,” his words slur with sleepiness

“okay,” you whisper

but you know it won’t make a difference

after all, there’s no remedy for guilt

it continues to fester the next day, as you linger outside the captain’s quarters

you can’t remember why you had come down to the lower deck, but it doesn’t matter now, not with seonghwa and the captain discussing what you think is related to the aurorian chart

“do you think he’s still in vlasgar?”

“min taesoo? it’s hard to say. but i’m sure he’ll have acquaintances still on the island who may have an idea of where he’s gone”

min taesoo

your brain tries to carefully file the name away, knowing that it’s what admiral jang would want to know, but at the same time, your heart tries to pretend it doesn’t know what you have heard so that you can forget about it

you find yourself scratching the name onto a scrap of paper anyway

unbeknownst to you, at the almost-imperceivable sound of your footsteps walking away, the two men behind the doors share a look

the crew sets sail again in the afternoon towards the next destination - vlasgar - and the scrap of paper in your pocket weighs you down so heavily that you feel off-kilter as you absentmindedly follow jongho up into the rigging to unfurl the sails

you’re near the top of the ropes when a sudden wave lurches the boat to starboard

it’s only a small push, really, but with your mind elsewhere, it catches you off guard and you miss your next step

the feeling of your hand dislodging from the sudden drag of your body weight brings you back to the present with a yell of surprise

(whether it’s your own or jongho’s, you can’t remember)

your sailing experience takes over and you try to swing your body back towards the safety of the rigging

you barely manage to grasp the ropes again but your hands slip down with your weight until they hit the next knot, the hot rush of friction threatening your grip

with adrenaline rushing through your body, you shakily climb back down, where there are several pairs of hands waiting to help you down the rest of the rigging

seonghwa’s hands do not leave you even after your feet are planted on the deck again

dread and shame heat the back of your neck and curl around onto your cheeks, knowing that a mistake like the one you had just made - accidental or not - would lead to a punishment like confinement in the lower deck back in the royal navy

except, when an apology starts to form on your lips, seonghwa bursts out in dismay

“y/n, your hands!”

you let out an unintelligible noise as seonghwa gently turns your palms over and you realise that the ropes have grazed some of the skin off

“it’s fine,” you want to say

but you’re silenced when he leads you to the small sick bay on the orlop deck

even if there is no surgeon on board, there is a small chest fastened to the wall that is home to their few and valuable medical supplies

you sit as he fusses over you with alcohol and strips of cloth

although he does a good job of wrapping your hands, your insides start to bleed with how intensely guilt eats away at you, like a maggot deep inside the core of a festering apple

that night as you shuffle towards your hammock to sleep, you flinch when you find seonghwa already sitting in his

he’s fighting the heaviness in his eyes as he carefully cradles something

upon seeing you, he wordlessly hands it to you with a sleepy smile before he finally sags into his own hammock with a content sigh

you look down and the warmth of it seems to burn through the padded dressing that the man before you has tenderly wrapped around your palms

the sensation travels upwards to burn your heart too

because in your hands is a cup of warm chamomile tea

and yet, despite the emptied cup, you find yourself unable to fall asleep

but in the darkness of the sky, with no witnesses other than the waves and sea foam themselves, a small piece of crumpled paper gets tossed overboard that night

the closer their ship approaches vlasgar, the more distant seonghwa notices you become

he worries

seonghwa thinks he worries for the reasons that he should be

he is the quartermaster; entrusted to protect the crew as the captain’s right-hand man

if that means ensuring no one will compromise the rest of his crew, even if it’s you, then so be it

that’s what he justifies to himself as he walks through the cobbled streets of vlasgar, slinking through the shadows as he follows your figure from a safe distance

(in reality, seonghwa worries for the reasons that he is not quite ready to admit yet)

he follows you into the dim bar of a tavern and carefully situates himself where he can watch over you without being discovered

he orders a mug of common ale as you approach someone

the man is dressed in civilian attire, but seonghwa can tell straight away from his demeanour and expression that he is not as ordinary as he appears

it’s confirmed when he hears you say, “admiral jang”

and then he sees it

the small but striking lapel pin on the breast of the man’s coat - the royal navy’s insignia

seonghwa feels for the sash that’s hidden underneath his own jacket and his fingertips meet the cool metal of the pistol tied inside

“you better have updates for me, y/n. what’s the pirate king’s purpose here in vlasgar?”

seonghwa knows he only has about five seconds to make a decision - one that could jeopardise the crew, or one that could jeopardise you

but you surprise yourself and the both of them when you answer steadfastly, “i don’t know, sir”

despite the din of drunker patrons in the tavern, it seems to fall deathly silent

“am i hearing wrong, officer?” the admiral questions with a disbelieving scoff

to your credit, your voice does not waver when you state again, “no, sir. i believe the captain and quartermaster are lying low. they have not revealed anything to me nor the rest of the crew”

seonghwa suddenly understands why you have distanced yourself

the admiral’s jaw tics

“is that so.”

you do not respond, only focusing on the spot between his raised eyebrows as he leans forward across the table

“where does your loyalty lie, y/n?”

neither the admiral nor seonghwa need to hear your answer to know the truth

a small crew may be outnumbered, but they have strength in loyalty and devotion

there’s a glint of movement from underneath the table as the admiral inches something out from his belt

seonghwa makes his decision

you flinch, eyes wide as there’s a deafening gunshot and the table beside you splinters and scatters the tankards of alcohol onto the floor

instantaneously, chaos erupts

there are drunken yells of fright and weapons clumsily brandished, tables upturned and chairs hurled across the room

it only takes one other misfired shot for the tavern to descend into hellfire as customers who were previously drinking together now turn on one another

nobody notices the two pirates dashing out, not even admiral jang, who is busy wrangling two inebriated men off his arms

your composure dissolves the moment you are dragged into an alleyway several streets away and you look up in shock to discover-

“seonghwa?! why are you here?”

“i could say the same about you,” he counters, hardly out of breath

you’re stunned by the fact that he seems completely unfazed by the mess that he has just dragged you out of

something clicks

“was that you? did you know all along?”

seonghwa smiles, “let’s just say you’re not as subtle as you think you are when you sneak around. plus, it’s uncommon for sailors to have the experience that you do without having had some sort of training”

you curse under your breath and wince, “does hongjoong know too?”

the quartermaster nods and you fear the answer to your next question

“then why has he not…why have you not…”

“killed you yet?” seonghwa chuckles. “i’m sure you’ve realised by now how skewed the royal navy’s beliefs are”

you’re quiet

the royal navy has always been cult-like in preaching the ruthlessness and barbarism of pirates, drilling into the officers the belief that pirates are the scum of the sea

but everything that you’ve known has been proven false since you’ve joined ateez; ironically, the pirates are more humane than the royal navy themself

their crew stand at attention whenever hongjoong or seonghwa walk onto the deck - not out of cultivated fear but genuine respect

when jongho is sore and tired from handling the riggings on a particularly rough and windy day, the others will offer to cover for his chores instead of flogging him into submission

and when mingi is divvying up the shares of the provisions and loot, the others will slip an extra bar of soap for seonghwa, the shiniest ring for mingi, or the largest bottle of rum for yunho, because they want to make each other happy

“hongjoong is the pirate king, yes, but a king should not take the lives of others for his own power. a true king uses his power to change the lives of others for the better…like yours…and like mine”

you frown with a jerk of your head

“what do you mean?”

you can’t see seonghwa as a broken man whatsoever

he gives you a weak smile, “i, too, used to be part of the royal navy”

your jaw drops

everything clicks into place - how he had figured out you weren’t just a common sailor and why he hadn’t confronted you about it

the shame and guilt come rushing back over you in a storm that is much too familiar by now

“i’m so sorry, all i’ve done is betray your trust-”

“but that’s what second chances are for, no?” seonghwa cuts you off, playfully flicking your forehead as he reminds you, “and i’m pretty sure you’ve chosen me over the royal navy”

your cheeks grow hot

“not you. the crew,” you mutter

he laughs and it’s a wonderful sound

“come on, it’s late,” seonghwa beckons. “let’s get some sleep”

when he sees that you’re still rooted to the spot, unsure whether you are deserving to go back, he decides for you and moves behind you to gently nudge you forward by the shoulders

you let him guide you

his hands are warm, you note, even through the linen of your shirt

his hands are also pretty, you observe, when he tries to fluff your hammock once you two have crept your way back to the berth

seonghwa helps you up into the hammock and you watch as he climbs into his

his hands are also teeming with love, you realise, when he wordlessly extends his arm nearest to you in a silent invitation

if you both reach out, you can just entwine your hands together from your respective hammocks

the burns on your palms have healed nicely and without the need for them to be wrapped, you can feel every expanse of his hand covering yours

he doesn’t retract his hand and neither do you, even though it’s not the most comfortable position and you both lose feeling of your arms soon after

but you lay in your hammock, drifting to the soft snores of the crew members around you and the soft tug of seonghwa’s fingers in yours

sleep comes easy to you

particularly tonight

as it will for the rest of your life

yunho

pov: you're the crew's navigator

you know it’s going to happen even before it actually does

you can feel it in the air and from the way the baby hairs around your hairline start to frizz

but you never say anything because you wouldn’t trade it for the moment when the first raindrop hits the back of yunho’s neck and he abandons his duty at the helm to drag you out onto the upper deck

(hongjoong only sighs in defeat before he stations himself at the helm instead)

you don’t like the rain

not like yunho does

you are already looking up from the map spread out in the captain’s quarters, a knowing smile on your face just from the sound of his bounding footsteps alerting you of his presence, when yunho appears with the beckon of rain

you pretend to let yourself be dragged to your feet along to his urges of come on!

but then you dash forward towards the hatch with yunho chasing after your bright laughter

in the short span of time that it has taken him to fetch you, the sprinkle of rain has steadily grown and the weathered planks of the deck are already a dark grey

you feel the coldness of the raindrops hitting the crown of your head and the spreading chill as your clothes start to become damp

but that’s not what makes you feel alive

yunho catches up to you easily and then he is snaking his arms around your waist to lift you up into the air

you barely have time to squeal and steady yourself on his broad shoulders before he is spinning the two of you around, the world blurring away as the spotlight shines on him and he is all that you can see

the deck is your stage and the sea is your audience

rain with yunho is twirling hugs, tiptoed kisses and tinkling laughter. it’s soaked shirts and rosy cheeks and the only thing that matters in the moment

you don’t like the rain, but it’s easy to like the rain when it’s with him

(hongjoong lets the two of you be - so obviously and hopelessly enamoured by each other - because when one sees people in love, one cannot help but watch and smile)

the rain eventually peters out and you and yunho must return to your respective duties, but not until you two have changed out of your drenched clothes and sneaked in a few more kisses

a few hours later, you hear the racket above the deck as a ship pulls up beside the arriba and ropes are thrown across from both sides to lash the vessels close together

hongjoong comes down to join you in his quarters, but he’s not alone

behind him is the captain of the silver light, dae jihoo, and his quartermaster, with seonghwa entering last

you note that this crew doesn’t have a navigator of their own

but you suppose that’s one of the reasons why their captain had implored an alliance for this particular raid

the crew of the silver light are wanting to target the prosperity triangle - an area between three large ports that is frequently trafficked by wealthy vessels transporting valuable goods

it’s a raid that would prove difficult for a smaller pirate crew like your own and the silver light, and especially if they have no navigator

but it’s not uncommon for pirates to form temporary alliances for such purposes, and together, your crews have a good chance of plundering a fortune

you nod your head in acknowledgement when hongjoong introduces you to the two pirates as ateez’s navigator

you don’t miss the way jihoo’s eyes seem to linger on you for a second too long before he flashes a crooked grin and gestures towards the navigational map spread out on the oak table

clearing your throat of discomfort, you step forward and flatten the creases out with your hands

“this is the most open spot within the triangle that the vessel we’re after will pass through,” you tap an annotated spot on the chart, “and this is where we are now”

you slide your finger across, “we’ll follow the rhumb line west to avoid the shallower waters and when we can catch the trade winds, it should be smooth sailing from there”

jihoo challenges you, “how can you be sure we’ll catch the ship within the triangle?”

“they’ll need to sail past the equator and i’m almost certain their ship will be slowed down by the doldrums. we can easily gain knots on them”

he squints at the scribbles you’ve made noting down what you’ve gathered of the wind patterns

you know for a fact that it will mean nothing to him, but whatever he sees must satisfy him because jihoo appears to make up his mind

“when do we set sail?” he directs his question to your captain

“three days from now”

he grunts a noise of affirmation and stands, which hongjoong takes as the cue to see them and the rest of their crew off your ship

you trail behind the group as you all head back to the upper deck

you prepare to emerge from the hatch with a playful wink, knowing that yunho will be craning his neck from the helm to get a glimpse of you, when a sudden holler surprises you out of your thoughts

it’s immediately met with the answering cries of several other pirates - none from your crew - and you hurry to clear the hatch to gain your bearings

you’re thrust right into the throes of battle as ateez are forced to unsheathe their cutlasses to defend against silver light’s sudden attack

having been caught off guard, basically none of your firearms are loaded with gunpowder, rendering them unusable

you will have to make do with the short sabre at your waist

there’s no time to account for the whereabouts and safety of your crew members and you just have to pray that you all make it out of this unscathed

especially yunho

but as ateez retaliate, you all notice something is off about the situation

your crew is very quickly overpowering the other pirates - it was a losing fight for them from the very beginning

it makes no sense to you nor the rest of your crew

the losses of breaking the alliance before the planned raid, much less through betrayal, far outweigh any gains they could possibly make from their choice of action

it makes absolutely no sense

until it does.

you are blocking the swing of a sabre with your own when you are tugged backwards harshly by the collar of your shirt

there’s an angry snarl in your throat as you prepare to turn around, but it’s quickly silenced by the warning shot of a pistol right beside your ear

the cold ring of metal is then pressed to the back of your head

you know that firearms require time to reload and there’s a chance that this pistol is now useless

but, like wooyoung has taught the rest of the crew to do, they may have pre-prepared several pistols and you are not willing to play with fire - especially when you are only the flex of a finger away from death

you vaguely hear someone yell out your name in panic, but you’re not quite sure you hear correctly over the clamour of cutlasses clashing, warcries resounding and your own heartbeat pounding

“stand down or your navigator dies,” the voice behind you thunders

it’s jihoo…and he wants a navigator for his crew

“ateez,” one of your men commands, “lower your weapons”

your crew may make decisions fairly, but in battle, only hongjoong has the power to make commands

yunho has never spoken against his captain or disobeyed orders

until now

the words do not come out of your captain’s mouth but yunho’s

the rest of the members hesitate - they will not stand down unless hongjoong commands them to, yet, they are unsure whether they will be able to follow should he demand them to fight on, even if it means endangering your life

but there is no guarantee jihoo will let your crew go unharmed even after you all surrender, and as the captain, hongjoong must make decisions in the best interest for the crew

“captain!” yunho yells desperately

yunho never yells

“stand down,” hongjoong commands

silver light’s captain steps in closer behind you until you can hear and feel the noise of intriguement that leaves his mouth down the back of your neck

“that your loverboy, hmm?”

he smirks

there’s a false moment of primal relief when the press of the pistol is removed from the back of your head, but it is immediately replaced with fear that is irrevocably worse as he aims it in yunho’s direction and shoots

“no!”

you shriek and pull against the tug of his hold, still fisted around your collar, your pupils blown wide with terror at the sight of the clean hole in the mast right beside yunho’s head

“it’ll be pretty boy’s head next if you don’t come with me,” jihoo coos into your ear

the fight slips out of you immediately

because if you can save him, a life for a life, then you will

even if the sight of mingi holding yunho back from lunging forward when the pistol’s barrel returns to your head makes your heart clench painfully

“y/n, don’t you dare,” yunho pleads, voice filled with anguish

you’re barely given enough time to lock eyes with him and say resolutely, “remember what you said to me,” before you are tugged away to the boarding plank

ateez can only watch helplessly as the planks are removed from over the bulwarks and the last of the ropes are untied, releasing the silver light from their ship for good

jihoo tugs you down the hatch as the ship starts to pull away, and just like that, you’re gone from their sights

“fuck!” yunho shouts furiously, unable to contain his emotions as he turns around and connects his fist with the mast

right where the musket ball had made a hole

his hand pulls away with bloodied knuckles from the splintered wood and the sheer force of his punch

a concerned whine leaves seonghwa’s mouth and he tries to approach the taller, but yunho shakes him off and looks determinedly at hongjoong

“we’re sailing to the banver isle just east of the triangle. we’ll ambush them there”

seonghwa looks between the two, hope flickering in his chest at the potential plan, “you think the silver light are stupid enough to try taking on the prosperity triangle alone?”

yunho chuckles darkly, “they were fucking shitbrained enough to take y/n, so yes”

nobody disagrees and hongjoong smirks dangerously

“ateez, ready the sails for banver isle,” he commands. “prepare for battle”

because not only have the silver light taken you away from ateez, but they have also annihilated the light from yunho’s eyes

gone are his warm brown orbs - they are now black holes thirsty for retribution

there will be lives to pay and even that will not be enough for the void

unaware of what your crew is capable of, jihoo looks down at you with a triumphant leer

“you’ll navigate us to the triangle in three days’ time. don’t even think about lying - you’ve already shown me where the location is”

with an even nod you reply, “of course”

it’s true though - you have absolutely no intention of navigating them somewhere else

because you know yunho will be waiting there for you

amidst chaste kisses exchanged between plush lips cold from the rain, yunho tells you in a brief moment of seriousness

“don’t show them where the real location is,” his breath is warm across your cheeks. “you know the coastal island roughly ten nautical miles away? show them that instead”

you tilt your head to look up at him, “you think they’ll betray us?”

“no,” he reassures you with a deeper, slower kiss, “but we can never be too safe”

and even if your vessels miss each other this time, you have complete faith that yunho will sail to the very ends of the world just to find you

two days before the originally-planned raid, the arriba sails as closely to banver isle as possible without risking running aground

yunho has navigated the ship around the back of the isle so that the form of the rocky terrain conceals them from sight

once the anchor is lowered, the crew members use every ticking moment to make preparations

swords are sharpened and firearms cleaned

mingi distributes the gunpowder and ammunition, which is pre-loaded into muskets, pistols and swivel cannons ready to be engaged

the ship’s sails and riggings are checked and yeosang keeps a keen lookout in the crow’s nest

and it’s as if the world itself can sense the brewing storm that grows inside yunho

the sea is eerily still and silent, but the sky is an omen to something impending, its rolling clouds dark and angry with the threat of rain leering over the waters

yunho doesn’t actually like the rain

he only likes it because it’s with you

rain with you is barefoot dancing, breathless confessions and bashful giggles. it’s drenched locks and fluttering eyelashes and the only thing that exists in the moment

but as the profile of the silver light finally approaches the isle two days later, the heavens split open and you are not by his side

rain without you is falling pinpricks, frigid winds and flaunting mockery and yunho despises it with his entire being

at yeosang’s call of, “vessel approaching from starboard,” up in the lookout, yunho smothers the fervid desire to barrage the other ship with cannonballs like hail from hell; to unleash an inferno that blazes through their hull as he sadistically watches the crew jump for their lives

he stamps out the hunger to shoot the ones that make it into the sea, not to kill, only to maim and induce a long, painful struggle in the open waters until death becomes inevitable - until there is enough blood spilt that it becomes the only stench in the air that stretches across for miles

yunho leashes his monsters with an iron fist

because he will not do anything that could even remotely endanger your life

even if it means that he has to hold back - to sit and wait like prey instead of advancing on the other ship like a predator

at least not yet.

silver light do not know, but this is the calm before the storm

the heavens may be crying, the winds may be howling and the waters may be roiling

but this is nothing compared to yunho

yunho is a tempest of unparalleled rage and their ship is in the eye of his storm

as the bowsprit of the silver light starts to appear around the isle, the members ready their grappling hooks and yunho draws his cutlass with a menacing whisper of unsheathing metal

you are his treasure, and pirates never lose sight of their treasure

today…you return to him

yeosang

pov: you're a tavern keeper

watching the ale reach the brim of the tankard you are holding, you’re about to step away from the barrel when the voice of a patron sounds behind you

“‘scuse me, could i get a mint-”

you look up and turn around in confusion as their voice cuts off

only to have the question taken right from the tip of your own tongue as you’re met with the face of the person you had loved for years

the same person you have spent twice as long trying to forget

eyes searching each other’s in a surprised stupor, seeing kang yeosang standing right in front of you takes you back to those memories that you have tried to remember and simultaneously bury

it thrusts you headfirst into what used to be of your shared love - like the feathery remnants of a dream, so distant from the fingers of your consciousness, suddenly returning to vivid existence when you least expect it

“hey, mint leaf. i’m back”

yeosang at least has the perceptiveness to appear a little apologetic, immediately pulling you into a hug and pressing soft kisses against your hairline uncaring of the other people in the tavern

it’s been several weeks since you last saw him, and whilst he had warned you he would be gone for longer this time, you hadn’t expected it to mean two whole months

he’s a small merchant who also fishes along the coast to earn enough to make ends meets, so he’s often gone for a few days or a week or two

you knew what you were in for when you first made it official with him, but just because you become accustomed to something, doesn’t mean it gets any easier

and he’s never been gone for this long

something must have happened - something good - because he looks alive, cheeks glowing and eyes fiery

“i met the crew”

“the crew?” you ask, hands reaching for the bourbon to prepare him a drink as he lets himself behind the counter to stand beside you in your workspace

he nods excitedly, "wooyoung’s pirate crew, ateez"

you think you know where this is going to go and you hate that your stomach sinks at the thought of what your future may become, because yeosang looks so happy to tell you about this and a happy yeosang is all that you could ask for

“the captain offered me a position as their lookout”

you pick out your next words carefully as you hand him his finished drink - a mint julep with two sugar cubes, just the way he likes it

"aren't…isn't being a pirate dangerous?"

“not as dangerous as you might think, actually. they’ve been showing me the ropes the last couple of weeks and…and i think i want to join them. officially”

there it is

the forked end of the road

you wonder how far two people can keep walking with their hands intertwined before the distance becomes too great and they have to let go

his words become a little muddled when he goes on to tell you about how they divvied up their recent loot to include his share too

how he’s gained more money than he’s made from the last two years of working as a merchant and fisherman combined

if he joins his old friend and his crew, he could earn enough to buy his parents a proper house; earn enough to build you your very own tavern

you want to tell him that you don’t need the tavern, just him, but you also know just how important his family is to him

his filial desire to take care of his parents was one of the very reasons you fell in love with him in the first place

before you can say anything though, the tavern keeper is interrupting to let you know that your shift is over

yeosang immediately perks up and herds you out of the place, claiming that there is a new fishing spot he discovered that he has to show you

and so you sit while he rows his modest boat, only the splash of his oars disturbing the peaceful stillness that has settled over the waters as the sun dips below the horizon

the waning light casts a soft, warm glow over him, like a gentle kiss against his skin and birthmark

if angels graced the earth, there would be one sitting right in front of you

“i missed you, mint leaf,” he confesses, gaze shyly averted. “i thought about you when i was gone”

“did you think about showing me this place?” you feel a little breathless

he nods, “every single night”

and that’s enough for you

it feels like everything is okay again

it doesn’t matter if you’re standing at a forked road

you think that perhaps, for him, you can walk on an unpaved path - just so that you can keep holding his hand

“y/n”

yeosang’s voice is deep

the word sounds foreign to your own ears but you don’t dwell on it

(because if you do, you’ll wonder whether it’s because you’ve forgotten the sound of his voice or because you want to hear him calling you something else)

“what would you like to order?” you ask

(because it’s easier to pretend that he’s just another patron than to admit that he used to be all that you ever knew)

yeosang fumbles a little but then regains himself, “oh, um- just a mint julep, please”

you turn your back to him to prepare his drink, hands reaching for the barrels lined along the bottom shelves without needing to look

you’ve made this drink too many times to count

half of those times were in the safety of the darkness that midnight offered; when the tears could flow freely without anyone seeing

it’s only when you start to mix his cocktail that yeosang realises he didn’t ask for his sugar cubes, but he figures the drink will taste bitter tonight either way so he opts to watch you instead

he wishes that he could walk past the counter like he used to and wrap his arms around you

he wishes that he could whisper endearments into your ears and press them against your lips

he wishes that he could show you that he still loves you

“do you still love me?” your voice wavers with hurt as you stand in front of him

he’s finally back after being gone for four months this time and you hate this conversation as much as he does, but it was bound to happen eventually

yeosang pleads, “more than anything”

“then why does it hurt so much? loving you…and being loved by you”

he doesn’t have an answer

but god be damned if he doesn’t try to find a way to fix things

“tell me, mint leaf, what can i do?”

you blink back your tears furiously, having already made up your mind while he was still at sea

“let’s break up”

because in the end, unpaved paths have too many rocks, too many thorns and too many arched roots; they were never meant to be walked along

you pass yeosang his finished drink without another word and then move further down the counter to serve a different customer

his eyes linger on you wistfully before he tears them away from you

it’s a good thing his hair has grown long enough to cover his face when he looks down

because his eyes start to grow wet at the sight of the mint julep you have made him

with two sugar cubes in it, just the way he likes it

perhaps, once you’ve loved somebody, you never really stop loving them

yeosang shows up again the next day and seats himself at the bar

you don’t serve him though, actively avoiding his end of the counter and letting another of your staff tend to him

he orders his usual but he leaves out his request for additional sugar cubes

it feels wrong for him to order it from someone that isn’t you

but you’re watching out of the corner of your eye as the worker mixes the bourbon, sugar and water, topping it with a few mint leaves and then sliding it across the counter for him

you let out a little sigh, half amused, when he takes a small sip and smacks his lips together at the bitterness

you take two sugar cubes and drop it unceremoniously into his pewter cup before you realise what you’re doing

yeosang immediately seizes the opportunity to talk to you

“my crew’s docked for the fortnight…” he waits to see if you’ll respond. you don’t, but you also don’t move away, so he continues. “we’re making some repairs to the hull and sails before our next raid”

you have half a mind to walk away after you reply, “i didn’t ask” 

he forges on regardless

“we’re going to work with another crew for this one. it’s going to increase our chances of a successful raid because-”

your voice comes out a little harsher than you mean for it to when you hiss again, “i didn’t ask”

yeosang’s mouth closes as he pulls away slightly, back straightening

then he says in a softer voice, “i’ve been doing well. wooyoung still takes care of me, even though i’m not new to the crew anymore. i also saw my parents today and they’re happily retired now…”

you don’t stop him from talking this time

because how many sleepless nights have you spent sitting outside your tavern looking up at the stars; how many times have you served a mint julep to a patron and accidentally added sugar cubes; how many moments have you been consumed by the thought of him, simply wondering if he is living well?

this is everything that you have ever wanted - yeosang in the flesh letting you know that, yes, he has been well

but it is also everything that you have ever feared - that he has been well even without you

you don’t know what to feel

“my parents asked about you,” he says gingerly. “how have you been?”

his voice is barely audible, as if he is afraid of what you might say

or perhaps, afraid that you might not say anything at all

“good. excellent,” you force a small smile, your eyes still focused on the mint leaves floating in his drink. you don’t think you can look at him. “i own this place now”

his body loses its tension, cheeks rounding as he looks at you with genuine relief

“that’s…that’s really good to hear”

his words sting

you are unsure if it stings your ego or if it picks at the wound in the shape of the person you have lost

but it hurts to know that he has worried over you in the exact same way you have over him, the whole time you two have been apart

you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the realisation and hot tears well in your eyes almost immediately

your bottom lip starts to crumple so you rush into the back room to escape

“y/n!” yeosang calls out after you, alarmed

when you don’t stop, disappearing into the storage, he jolts up from his seat and follows

your body shudders with every heaving breath you take, unable to stop yourself from crying even harder when you feel him tug you into his chest

you try to pull away but his sturdy arms tighten around you

yeosang refuses to let you go once more

“i hate you,” you sob, struggling against his hold as you hit his chest weakly

he hushes comforts against the crown of your head, soothing noises as he endures your fists

“you have every reason to”

yeosang holds back tears of his own

he feels your body gradually losing its fight, sinking into his embrace instead, hands desperately holding him close

your voice is so impossibly small when you tearfully confess, “but i still love you”

“oh, mint leaf,” he brushes the stray locks of hair away from your face and cradles your jaw tenderly, “i still love you, too”

he presses a soft kiss against your forehead, pulling away once only to reaffirm, “so, so much”

when he kisses you again, his lips taste salty against your own, but nothing has ever tasted sweeter than this

your breath no longer stutters but the tears continue to run down your face because your heart finally feels right after all these years apart

and yet-

you pull away

“we can’t do this”

yeosang feels his heart shattering

“why not? i don’t understand,” he whimpers

“you know why,” you say distressingly, “my life is here, yeosang. i can’t just leave and return whenever i want. but you, on the other hand? you can. you go where your crew goes - you belong with them”

“but my heart belongs to you. please, y/n,” he begs

his arms are still wrapped around you and you feel his desperation as his fingers cling onto you like a lifeline

you look earnestly into his bloodshot eyes, your own vision blurry, “yeo, you’re not the one who gets left behind here. you’re not the one who waits weeks, months, years on end, just hoping that the next person to walk in is the person that you want to see”

he wants to plead that he waits to see you, too, but he knows that he’s the one who leaves, too

“you’re the right one for me - the only one for me - but it’s not the right time,” you tell him gently

slowly, his arms lower themselves from around you

“it wasn’t the right time then and it isn’t the right time now,” he repeats, “then when is the right time for us?”

you shoot the question right back at him, “when is the right time for someone whose life is to sail the world?”

neither of you know the answer

nobody does, because loving a pirate has no certainties

but yeosang doesn’t give up

“if we can’t ever be sure, why don’t we just make it the right time ourselves?”

you caress his cheek sweetly, and despite having stepped away from you earlier, he leans into your hand, starved of your loving touch and affection

“yeosang…what if we’ve already had it? what if…meeting each other was already it? what if we’re just meant to love from a distance, not side by side?” your voice is poignant but resolute

he brings up a hand to cover yours, still warm and tender against his wet cheek

how is it that he can be touching you yet simultaneously feel worlds apart from you

“okay,” he accepts with a whisper

if loving you silently is the only way he gets to love you, then he will choose it in a heartbeat over losing you entirely

he thumbs away the remainder of your tears

“can i kiss you? one last time?” he asks

you nod

“one last time”

your lips slowly meet, slotting together as they find their home in each other’s dips and curves

his hands cradle the small of your back and neck and your own hands rest against his chest

the kiss you share is steady, longing and bittersweet

it conveys everything that you want to say to each other, and even then, it is hardly enough

thank you

i’m sorry

i love you

goodbye…

you can feel your eyes burning up again, but you focus on the feeling of yeosang’s lips against yours instead

because you know that the moment one of you pulls away, that is it forever

in the world of love, there are people who are ill-fated

they meet the right person, but at the wrong time

and then there are people like you and yeosang

not ill-fated, but star-crossed lovers

the right person…

but just not meant to be

[querenciasturniolo]

i agree with that anon, it has been too long

and now that they areeeee, i have ideas!!!

slight angst and fluff (heavy on the fluff) with matt where he has a bad day and accidently snaps on his girlfriend, but she just brushes it off and comforts him with lots of cuddles!!

love you and your work!! mwah 😘

grouch ⮕ m.s.

word count: 474

warnings: swearing, negative attitude, angst if you squint, comfort, fluffyyyy

summary: request

a/n: love you !! thank you for the support 🫶🏻💓

“Baby, can you hand me my phone?”

Matt was turned away from you, not moving an inch as you stared at the back of him from the couch. He’d gotten up to get some water, and you’d left your phone on the counter in the kitchen. He was spacy today, and you had no idea why.

“Babe.” You tried again a little louder, he didn’t budge. You sat up straighter on the couch, the blanket on your lap shifting and exposing your knee. He could hear you, you knew he could. The TV was paused, and nothing around you was making any noise. Frustration wasn’t the word you’d use to describe what you were feeling, but something bubbled in your chest at him blatantly ignoring you.

“Matt.” You said.

He whipped around and glared at you. “Just get it, it’s right fucking there.” He snapped. You were taken aback for a moment at his tone, but you studied him for a split second before you reacted.

His under eyes were a little darker than usual, a deep crease in between his eyebrows, his jaw was tight and his lips were set straight. You frowned and tilted your head to the side.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice soft.

Matt sighed and ran his hands over his face. He was quiet as he rubbed his eyes and slowly walked towards the couch. His hand reached for your phone last second as he rounded the couch and dropped down next to you.

“Bad day, but that isn’t an excuse to treat you like that. I’m sorry, love.” He mumbled, dropping down and resting his head in your lap. You carded your fingers through his hair as he adjusted the blanket.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked, the crease between Matt’s brows loosening as you scratched lightly at his scalp. He hummed and closed his eyes.

“Nothing really happened, I just feel…bad.” He mumbled. You nodded and continued your movements, using your other hand to run your fingertips up and down his shoulders.

“I love you.”

You knew that more often than not when Matt had bad days, he just needed quiet. Quiet and touch were the two things that you were more than happy to give him, for as long as he needed the comfort.

It was evident when he began to feel a bit better, as he would hum softly at each little tug on his hair and scratch to his scalp, nuzzling into your lap and wrapping his arms around the bottom of your legs.

“I love you, too.” He finally answered, lifting his head to press a sweet kiss to your knee. You smiled down at him.

“There he is. You done being a grouch?” You teased. Matt scoffed against your lap and sighed heavily.

“Yeah, now can you press play?”

tags: @strniolo , @ssturniolo , @thetriplets3 , @stvrni0lo , @gabbylovesreading , @dwntwn-strnlo , @tylerscreat0r , @toyourloves , @lvrsparadise , @angelcake-222 , @20nugs , @obsessivencrazy , @lollibumblebee , @stargirlv0id , @jellybeanbby , @idontexistman , @emssturniolo , @soursturniolo

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To wake, perchance to dream WIP 5/?

Hangster - Jake wakes up ~13 years in the future and thinks he has amnesia. Instead it's a glimpse of what his life could be. When he wakes up right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment he's going to try his damndest to make that future come true...

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CHAPTER FIVE

                He bangs on the door, keeps up a constant steady bang which is impossible to ignore for all that it’s really fucking irritating and also making his knuckles ache.

                “What do you want Hangman?” Bradley snaps, door being pulled open beneath his raised hand. He looks like shit, bags under his eyes, angry and tired and also like the best thing Jake’s ever seen.

                Alive.

                “I’m here to sleep with you.”

                Bradley immediately tries to shut the door but Jake’s faster, foot shooting out to jam the door open and he ignores Bradley scowling at him.

                “Fuck off. I’m not in the mood for sex Hangman, move your foot.”

                “No. I didn’t say sex. I said sleep. Our nightmares can keep each other company. Come on, I bought us some tea.”

                “You – what?” Bradley blinks at him. “I don’t like tea.”

                “Yeah well, suck it up buttercup, we’re drinking tea and holding each other because I’m betting you’re dreaming of dying, and I’m dreaming of you dying, and neither of us are getting any fucking sleep. So. Let’s just give it a shot.”

                “Do we have to?” Bradley grouches and Jake pushes a little and the door opens a fraction more.

                “Yes. We do.”

                “You’re not going to leave are you?”

                “Nope.”

                “Ugh. Fine.”

                He’s a little surprised at how easily Bradley has given in, had expected more of a fight given the last few days between them, but maybe he’s just as tired as Jake is feeling and quite frankly desperate to try anything for a decent night’s sleep and also doesn’t have the energy to fight. Whatever it is, Jake is going to take advantage and he pushes past, grocery bag clutched in his other hand. After sending a quick message to Javy he turns his phone off and then holds out his hand for Bradley’s phone.

                “What?”

                “No screens. Give me your phone. We’re going to try and actually fucking sleep so we don’t get mistaken for the walking dead next time we’re out in public. Come on. You wake up and need a distraction you wake me up.”

                “I thought you said you were here to sleep.”

                “Wake me up to talk asshole, you keep bringing up sex I’m going to get the wrong idea. Now do you have a kettle or am I doing this old-school?”                 Bradley blinks at hum dumbly but pulls out a kettle that’s covered in dust. He gives it a quick wipe down and then rinses it out a couple of times before deciding that boiling water should kill anything else that might still be there. Bradley just watches him in silence, either too tired to make conversation or unable to figure out what to say.

                He makes the tea and is glad he also bought some honey at the same time, spoons a little into each mug and then slides it across the bench. Bradley is of course looking at it with a combination of distrust and distaste. But Jake’s thinking of when Bradley made it for him the first time, his surprise at liking the taste. It’s a little loop closing; Bradley being the first one to make it for him, and now he’s the first one making it for Bradley; it feels significant somehow. The scent now throws him back to feeling scared shitless and confused and yet not unmoored, somehow tethered to the man who is sniffing at the mug like he half-expects Jake to have poisoned it.

                “What is this?”

                “Vanilla, honey and –”

                “That’s not tea…”

                “Chamomile,” Jake finishes. “It’s an herbal tea.”

                Bradley takes a sip and Jake has to force himself not to react at the look of pleasant surprise that appears on Bradley’s face.

                “It’s not bad.”

                “Mmm. Don’t sound so surprised. I’m full of good ideas.”

                That earns him a derisive snort and eyeroll, so unfortunately the tea doesn’t seem to have improved Bradley’s attitude at all, he really doesn’t seem to want Jake there. The silence between them is awkward rather than comfortable, but he ignores it, forces himself to just breathe and relax. Closes his eyes so he can pretend Bradley isn’t staring at him in confusion. It’s weirdly peaceful, just the sound of their breathing, quiet sips of their drinks, hum of the refrigerator. He’s tired enough that he finds himself almost dozing off, drifting and he stands, leaves his tea not quite finished.

                “Come on. Bed.”

                Bradley doesn’t argue, simply follows him despite it being his own house, but Jake is pleased to note that he finished his tea. For some reason though Bradley has gotten wound up again, tight and combative, angry again at Jake’s mere presence and he takes a quiet deep breath and reminds himself. Patience.

                “You got a spare toothbrush or something I can use?”

                Whatever good manners Bradley was raised with kick in because he grudgingly finds a spare brush still in a packet and shoves it toward him and Jake takes it with a saccharine sweet smile, refusing to rise to the bait or match Bradley’s attitude. Bradley stands beside him and brushes his own teeth and washes his face, and the bathroom lighting do the dark circle under either of their eyes any favors. Then Bradley is stripping off his clothes, fast and angry and Jake knows that the anger is directed at him. Probably. Maybe. Seems a safe bet.

                Of course, Bradley naked is still a gorgeous sight to behold, although he’s got bruises in varying stages of discoloration from the mission and he winces. Waits for him to grab something to pull on but instead he’s pulling back the duvet of his bed and –

                “You really sleep naked Rooster?”

                “When I’m on leave? Yes,” Bradley says, almost spitting the words like a challenge and Jake bites his lip, nods his head once and then promptly pulls his own t-shirt over his head.

                “Okay then. Nothing I ain’t seen already.”

                “What are you doing!”

                “When in Rome…”

                That leaves Bradley gaping a bit like a fish, but Jake has no shame in his nakedness, and like he’d just said, they have seen each other naked and have even been naked with each other in this very bed, so he’s not quite sure what Bradley’s all worried about now. Even if there was sex on the cards it would be a solo fucking flight because he’s too tired and he really hopes that he gets a decent night’s sleep as much as Bradley. He was only half-joking about them being mistaken for the walking dead. Bradley has busied himself with sliding into the bed, turning off the light and leaving Jake to fumble the last little bit as his eyes adjust to the dark room.

                He slides into the bed and presses himself against Bradley’s body, rolls his eyes when he feels how tense he is, shimmies and pushes him until they’re in the same position where he’s once again holding him, which he thinks is what he needs right now. To wake up with Bradley very much alive and breathing and in his arms. The memories of the mission and his future making his nightmares feel far too painful at what he almost lost. He has to fight every instinct to just slide a hand along Bradley’s jaw and kiss him.

                “Rooster. Brad- shaw,” he says, almost calling him Bradley. He desperately wants to call him Bradley again. One day he hopes to also be Bradshaw. “Seriously. Just… it’ll be good to be near someone right? Fucking relax already.”

                Just like that the fight seems to just dissipate and Bradley slumps with a sigh.

                “Yeah. Probably. Night.”

                “Night.”

…            …            …

                It was too much to hope for that being that tired would mean a dreamless sleep. He wakes with a gasp, stomach muscles and throat clenched tight. He immediately goes to apologize for waking Bradley, only to find the bed empty. The light under the bathroom door is on though and he pads over and taps at it quietly, strains his ears.

                “Yeah…”

                “You okay?”

                “Yeah. Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you…”

                Jake bites his lip and sucks in a deep breath, tries the door handle and isn’t sure whether he’s surprised or not to find it turning under his hand, not locking him out.

                “You didn’t wake me. I just had a nightmare myself…”

                “In the couple of minutes I was gone?”

                “Apparently…” Jake says, taking in just how pale Bradley is in the harsh light of the bathroom, the faint scent of vomit lingering in the air. “Rinse your mouth and come back to bed.”

                “Bossy.”

                Jake smirks but doesn’t bother offering any form of counter-argument, not when there isn’t any point and the Bradley he loves would do anything for him anyway.

…            …            …

                He makes Bradley spoon up behind him this time, needs to feel his arms around him after the grasping emptiness that featured in his most recent nightmare. He can tell Bradley isn’t sleepy, wonders whether they should get up and have another cup of tea but it’s dark and he’s warm, doesn’t particularly want to move. Although…

                “You want to make out for a bit?”

                “Thought you didn’t come here for sex.”

                “I didn’t. But if it’ll help…”

                Bradley snorts at that, but Jake doesn’t miss his fingers stroking over his hip and he smiles into the darkness and presses his ass back against Bradley’s bare cock, feels Bradley’s hips and cock jerk a little. At least they’ll save time already being naked.

…            …            …

                They sleep well past midday and Jake counts that as a win, although they’re both groggy like they’ve somehow got terrible hangovers. Bradley pours him coffee and Jake blinks at it, then goes looking for the sugar and creamer, doctoring his mug until it’s more to his tastes before realizing that this Bradley has only ever seen him drink black coffee. But he wants to make this Bradley that Bradley, so he’s going to have to let him know these things about him.

                Patience.

                They move around each other cautiously and Jake’s fingers itch with the desire to simply reach out and touch, because he wants. The first time he tries though Bradley flinches and it makes him pull back his hand like he’s burnt, not sure whether he should apologize or not. Touching when they’re in bed, or heading toward bed is okay, but otherwise… not okay. He grits his teeth and wonders if, or rather, when, that will change.

                Patience.

                They hand out with the other Daggers and Bradley acts like nothing has changed between them, that nothing is changing. He sneers at Jake’s flirtations like he doesn’t know Jake will be following him home. Looks lost and guilty in equal parts and the only thing that is holding Jake together some days is vague memories.

                Patience.

                The tea drinking becomes a nightly ritual, because while they both agree that black tea is disgusting, the combination of chamomile, vanilla and honey is soothing enough that they both start enjoying making it.

                “Where did you get the tea from anyway?”

                “The grocery store. Nothing magical or mystical about it...”

                Bradley gives him a look.

                “Sorry. Private joke. I'll tell you one day.”

                Patience.

                Bradley spends time with Maverick, comes back sometimes with red-rimmed eyes and Jake wonders if Bradley and Maverick cry together or if Bradley just drives somewhere and cries by himself. He doesn’t ask. Instead he helps with the demolition and restoration of his house. It gives him something to do and he likes it. Likes it more when Bradley works beside him, and it makes him think of the photos of them covered in paint. He knows he’s not crazy.

                Patience.

                Fuck he hopes he’s not crazy.

                Patience.

…            …            …

                He’s almost asleep when he hears it.

                “I’m sorry,” Bradley says, voice so quiet Jake can tell he’s whispering just in case Jake is somehow miraculously already asleep. He probably hopes that Jake is asleep.

                “What for this time?”

                “Fuck off, I’m trying to apologize.”

                “And I am legitimately asking what it is you think you need to apologize for,” Jake says, gritting his teeth to keep his voice calm.

                “Oh.”

                “Oh he says… maybe stop assuming I’m making a dig with every word out of my mouth.”

                “Sorry for that too I guess…” Bradley says and Jake lets out a quiet sigh, decides to just give in to the urge and presses a gentle kiss to the bicep muscle his head is currently partially cushioned on.

                “I wanted to say sorry for… using you. I feel like I’ve been using you. It’s been making me feel like shit.”

                Oh. He’s talking about the sex they’ve been having. It puts a different view on their interactions, the guilt-ridden looks Bradley keeps shooting his way, his whole hot-cold attitude and Jake shakes his head slightly.

                “Roo… Bradley. Do I come across to you as someone who lets himself be somewhere he doesn’t want to be?”

                “No.”

                “Did I ever seem like I wasn’t enjoying myself?”

                “No.”

                “Do you think if I hadn’t wanted… any of what’s happened between us in the last couple of weeks I would have said something.”

                “You have said something.”

                “I have. So. You can put those little worries away and ignore them. People might call me blunt and tactless but my partners have always known where they stood with me.”

                “Am I your partner now?”

                Jake freezes.

                “Well, position is vacant and I am taking applications.”

                “There an interview process?”

                “Well, yes. And you already passed that with flying colors. Was a practical demonstration after all…”

                “You’re a bit of a dork.”

                “Lies and slander…”

                “Oh my god, you are…”

                “No one’ll believe you…”

                “Coyote would.”

                “He already knows.”

                “Yeah, I guess he would.”

                “Go to sleep Bradshaw.”

                To his surprise, he does.

…            …            …

                The next time Bradley goes to visit Maverick he takes Jake with him, he hadn’t asked before exactly where Bradley went to do this, trusts Bradley enough to just sit beside him as he drives further out into the desert and then he sees the hangars and he’s not even surprised.

                “Does he live out here?”

                “Well, when he’s not staying at Penny’s…”

                “They together?” Jake asks, his memory of them, the one family dinner he’d gotten to be part of, settling around him.

                “Yeah. On again, and probably for good. Think Mav is scared of Amelia.”

                “Amelia…” Jake breathes. Another piece slots into place. Best person ever.

                “Yeah. Penny’s daughter. She gave Mav the shovel talk. Teenage girls are terrifying man.”

                Jake reaches his hand out, tentative and trying to broadcast his movements because Bradley is driving and this is maybe a really fucking bad idea, but he thinks something has changed. Fortunately something has changed, because Bradley shoots him a small sincere smile, turns his hand where it’s resting on the gear shift and lets Jake lace their fingers together before he has to let go a few moments later to change down gear and catches the fact that he’s still smiling.

…            …            …

                The sound of crying wakes him and he lies there silently for a few moments, wonders whether he should ignore it, or get up and go and comfort him. It takes him not even a second to decide and he takes the duvet from the bed to wrap them both in, settles behind him and rests his head against the broad expanse of Bradley’s back as he hunches over his clasped legs, breath coming in wracking sobs. Jake doesn’t say anything, just sits there and hopes like hell it’s enough.

…            …            …

                “I think I’m going to propose.”

                “That’s great man, congratulations. When you know, you know huh?”

                “Yeah. She’s just… she’s amazing.”

                “Yeah. She is. Don’t sell yourself short though. You’re pretty amazing too. I expect to be best man.”

                “Of course. Who else would I ask?”

…            …            …

                “I want to break up.”

                “Do you now? Well. Tough shit. We’re not breaking up.”

                “Bit hard for you to have a relationship with someone who isn’t around Hangman.”

                “You planning on going somewhere Rooster? I never thought you were a quitter, and yet here you are. Quitting us before we’ve even reached the start line!”

                “What us?! What start line!”

                “An actual proper relationship, not this semi-limbo phase while we’re both on leave. Playing house with no actual conversation about what we’re doing!”

                “I don’t want to talk about it!”

                “Yeah, no shit Rooster. Color me shocked. You don’t want to talk about anything! What are you so afraid of?”

                “You!” Bradley snaps, and Jake pulls back like he’s been slapped, the hurt and anguish in Bradley’s voice hurting like he has actually been hit. “I’m afraid of you!”

                “What?”

                “You… you could hurt me so badly. I can’t…”

                “Can’t what?” Jake asks, voice quiet and throat tight, tears threatening to spill over, because if it’s really what Bradley needs, or wants, then he will let him go…

                “I can’t lose you too. You’ll leave too…”

                “Jesus Bradley… so you think trying to run me off is a better option?”

                Bradley is crying, shrugging and sniffing through his tears and Jake lets his own tears spill over.

                “You are the biggest fucking idiot, I swear to god. I am in love with you Bradley Bradshaw. I will put up with a lot of your shit. And I mean a lot. You are not getting rid of me as easily as all that.”

                “You’re in love with me?”

                “Yeah. I also called you a fucking idiot.”

                “I love you too. I’m sorry.”

                “For being an idiot? It’s okay. I love that part of you too.”

…            …            …

                The first time Bradley kisses him in front of the other Daggers he hears two bottles of beer smash to the ground and all conversation around them ceases.

                “Since when was that a thing?” Omaha asks, hand waving between him and Bradley.

                He raises an eyebrow at Bradley, leaving it to him to lead the answers, because he will follow his lead. He’s not going to admit to anyone that he’s already started practicing writing Jake Bradshaw as his new signature. Yale and Harvard are exchanging money, while Coyote and Phoenix are both muttering fucking finally under their breath and Jake guesses they’ve both heard all about it from either him or Bradley. Payback, Fanboy and Bob are just nodding and smiling, like they’re genuinely happy for them, which is sort of nice. Halo is looking genuinely shocked, as is Fritz, and it’s their bottles of beer that both slipped from their hands, and he’s going to give them shit about that later.

…            …            …

                Family dinner.

                Holy shit.

                Even though he’s done this before, he knew they already liked him then. So. He guesses they’ll like him eventually even if he completely fucks it up tonight. He still wants to make a good impression though. Maverick already likes him. Well, he’s pretty sure Maverick likes him. Saving someone’s life generally helps in that regard, which may also help put him in Penny’s good books when it comes down to it.

                So.

                It’s just Amelia he has to somehow impress. And as Bradley had said, teenage girls are scary. It’s not like he can take her a bottle of wine or flowers… He’s still stressing about it when Bradley knocks on Penny’s front door, flowers and wine both in hand. He hands them over to Penny who accepts them graciously while Maverick makes a comment about the fact she owns a bar. Then he’s being introduced formerly to Amelia Benjamin and she’s so very clearly the person who fits into their family in the future that Jake can’t help the easy grin he gives her. She looks him up and down, a slender eyebrow raised and Jake just keeps grinning.

                “Wow. What does he see in you?”

                “Hey!” Bradley protests and Jake squeezes Bradley to him, gives him a wink.

                “Wouldn’t you like to know…” Jake quips, and then immediately regrets it, realizes this isn’t the Amelia of ten plus years in the future and that was wildly inappropriate. But Maverick is laughing, Penny huffing in amusement, and Amelia’s nose is scrunched up, eyes rolling like they’re all being gross and Jake knows now why she’s in his phone as best person ever. “Think I’ve just found a partner in crime Bradshaw, someone else to give you shit when I’m not around.”

                “Like you need help with that…”

                “I need all the help I can get.”

…            …            …

                He isn’t oblivious to it. He notices the return of the nightmares as soon as they get new assignments, even if the assignment is currently to stay as one specialized squadron. He doesn’t know when Bradley retires from the Navy, but he knows he does. He also knows Bradley hasn’t yet been cleared for flying, and he knows it could be any combination of factors, but the nightmares are a definite clue pointing to something not physical.

                Patience.

                “Why did you become an aviator?”

                “Always wanted to fly…”

                “Like you dad?”

                “Yeah. And Mav.”

                “So… it was your dream?”

                “Yeah. I guess so.”

                “Is it still your dream?” Jake asks, words soft against the skin of Bradley’s neck, lips placing a gentle kiss.

                “What do you mean?”

                “Just… it’s okay to have new dreams and follow them instead. If there is something you think you might want more.”

                “I love flying.”

                “You don’t have to stop flying. But maybe it doesn’t need to be your job anymore…”

                “What the fuck Jake? Are you trying to get me to quit?”

                “No. I’m not trying to get you to do anything. You know what I want more than anything?”

                “What?”

                “For you to be happy. To sleep through the night again once in a while…”

                “So this is about my nightmares?”

                “No. Well. Yes, a little I guess. But only because I’m worried about you,” Jake says, and he knows Bradley’s getting agitated, so he shifts to sit in his lap, throwing his full body weight onto Bradley’s thighs and pressing him into the sofa. Bradley could throw him off if he really wanted to, but Jake loops his hands behind his head and lets his fingers run through the shorter strands of hair at his nape.

                “Bradley. I love you. I love you as a kick ass naval aviator. I love you as Maverick’s godson, as my boyfriend, and Nix’s best friend. I’ll love you no matter what. Okay?”

                “Yeah. Okay.”

                “You want to share anything with the class?”

                “I’ve not passed my psych evaluation.”

                He bites back the immediate yeah, no shit that jumps to the tip of his tongue.

                “Do you want to?”

                “What?”

                “Do you want to fly with the Navy again?”

                “Yes! Of course I do.”

                “Then you put in the work. We know how to work hard.”

                “That’s what my therapist said. Well. That and it can take time and everyone’s journey is their own…” he groans, like he’s exasperated and Jake smiles down at him.

                “Your therapist sounds like a very smart person…”

                “Since when do you think so highly of therapists?”

                “I know a therapist who is the smartest person I know,” Jake says, and refuses to say any more despite Bradley’s best efforts.

[jjungkookislife]

Since Day One: Teaser

♡ pairing: pre-k teacher!jimin x pre-k teacher! f. reader

♡ genre: single dad au, fluff, crack, enemies to lovers, 18+

♡ wc: tba

♡ summary: Being a Pre-K teacher is no easy feat, but Jimin is always up for the challenge. However, on his first day on the job, he makes an enemy in the parking lot before he even sets foot inside the building. Looks like this school year won’t be all sunshine and rainbows after all.

♡ warnings: cursing, snippy!Jimin, angry!reader, more warnings to come on release

♡ part of @btsfests "Daddy's Home Fest"

♡ teaser date: April 2, 2024

♡ date of release: April 6, 2024 *

“Harin, make sure you grab your backpack,” Jimin reminds her as he pulls up for his turn. A staff member opens the backdoor, unbuckling Harin’s seatbelt.

“Good morning,” they greet him as they take Harin’s backpack and help Harin onto the sidewalk.

“Bye, Daddy!” Harin waves as the staff member helps her put her backpack on.

“Bye, baby! I’ll be right down the hall, okay?” Jimin calls as he waves, and the back door shuts as his daughter is taken inside the school. 

Relieved, Jimin checks his mirrors before pulling off the curb. All he had to do was park and haul ass to the office. He could do it. He had about five minutes to get it done and he hoped it would go smoothly.

Jimin pulls into the staff parking lot with ease. He sees one spot open and drives toward it, putting his signal as another car arrives in front of him with its blinker on.

However, Jimin arrives first and takes the spot. The car waits for a moment before driving away. Jimin doesn’t pay them attention as he gathers his belongings and coffee. He puts his blazer on as quickly as possible and pockets his car keys after he looks at the vehicle.

When he rounds the back of his car, he bumps into someone, spilling his warm coffee on their clothing.

“You did that on purpose!” The woman screams. “You took my spot and now you’re throwing coffee on my dress!”

Jimin is taken aback. 

“It was an accident,” he explains as he pats his pocket for a handkerchief but must have forgotten it in his haste to leave home.

“Everyone knows I park right there every day! You took my spot!” The woman stomps her heel and Jimin rolls his eyes, which upsets the lady more.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” She asks, shocked.

“Yes,” Jimin shrugs. Normally he’d be an adult about the situation. Maybe he’d offer to get her dress dry-cleaned or buy her a new one. He did feel bad about it, but he was already having a bad morning and she was making him late with her screaming.

“I’m late,” Jimin states as he walks around her, ignoring her calls, insisting he move his vehicle. 

“What a grouch,” Jimin utters as he walks toward the school's front office. Hopefully, he wouldn’t see her again any time soon. She must be one of the parents parking where she shouldn’t. Even if she claimed to park there daily, Jimin didn’t care. Not today.

tentative date

[shih-coulda-had-it]

!! for the hugs list, 35 with whatever OfA holders are your fancy!

35. cuddle pile || wc: 400+ || it's the OFA band AU, and specifically, it's holders 1-5!

(had to illustrate the final configuration)

//

On the occasions where One for All didn’t get their perfect room order--doubles, down the line, with three people to a room--it was rarely a matter of money. Bruce knew how to take a budget and make it work, especially when their hotel budget doubled as their purse for medical expenses. His greatest enemy, even more than Yoichi’s brother’s persistent demand that One for All contract under his record label, was their trip schedule.

It’s all well and good to say that One for All goes where the chaos does. It’s another thing entirely to be forced into two singles, five and four to a room, because Bruce had to find a last-minute motel.

The motel has a one-star review. And still, there’s just the two vacancies.

“This is cozy,” says Banjo, deeply amused.

Shinomori, by virtue of being the tallest, is consigned to the center of the Western-styled queen-sized bed. He refused point-blank to get under the covers, so they had to break out the emergency blankets and arrange themselves on either side of Shinomori.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Kudou declares. He jostles Bruce in an attempt to get away from the edge of the mattress, and the force pushes him into Shinomori, which affects Banjo, and to a lesser effect, Yoichi.

“You’ll catch something,” says Yoichi. He’s skinny enough to get away with slinging half his body over Banjo’s broader frame; his tendency to be a strangling octopus in the middle of the night might cause Banjo to flail. Bruce will care about that later, when he’s not sweating his ass off being tucked between Kudou and Shinomori. He has to keep his hair up in a bun.

“If it’s cold enough that I’ll get sick, that’s a huge bonus.”

“Did I say you’d get sick?” Yoichi asks, dry. “I said you’d catch something.”

“Cockroaches,” Shinomori offers.

Bruce recalls the multitude of one-star reviews he forced himself to ignore. Reluctantly, he traps one of Kudou’s legs. They’re already lucky that the bed was clean under the UV light. It would be a miracle for the carpet to appear the same.

“You think they’re having this problem in the other room?” Banjo wonders out loud.

“If the line-up is Toshinori, Shimura, Torino, and En, it should be fine,” Bruce says. “Any other arrangement, and we’ll see who survives to morning.”

“I’m not going to survive,” Kudou grouches.

“Hush,” Yoichi orders, and Bruce feels long spidery fingers skate over his stomach to touch Kudou. There’s a huff of amusement that can only come from Banjo, because Yoichi guiltily murmurs an apology.

Banjo says, “No problem, Shodai. Who said personal space was a necessity, again?”

Placidly, Shinomori declares, “Danger Sense will alert me if you try to climb over, Nidaime.”

[or0ch1maru]

headcanons for playing just dance with the akatsuki members? 💃

This is honestly fucking hilarious and I’m the perfect amount of buzzed for this

I can’t stop laughing at imagining how this would actually go

Also, I haven’t played just dance in years so if I make a mistake in anything, let me know and I’ll edit it🫶🏻

•

Hidan:

•would be the type to forget to tighten the strap around his wrist, the remote going soaring when he swings his arm too hard. Bonus points if it hits another member or breaks something

•doesn’t play fair. AT ALL. Will knock into his opponent or shit talk to the point it distracts them

•I can see him being the type to play this game drunk, not buzzed, but drunk. His movements over exaggerated and sloppy. He thinks he’s doing amazing but in reality he looks like a fish out of water, flapping & flailing around

Kakuzu:

•he would rather give up all his money before playing something so ‘stupid’ and ‘childish’ and that says a lot lol

•would sit off to the side, watching as his comrades play and enjoy themselves. Just because he’s a grouch and doesn’t let loose like they do, doesn’t mean he’ll ruin their fun

•I can see him disappearing and hiding in his room to avoid Hidan’s constant begging and whining. He knows deep down Kakuzu would eventually give into him, even if it’s only to shut him up and Kakuzu doesn’t want to ‘stoop to that level’

Konan:

•omg, she’d be so good at it. Her movements smooth and languid. She doesn’t look out of place at all like Hidan does, moving as if she was a natural dancer

•ends up racking up the most points by the end of the game, beating everybody she plays against. Her focus controlled, even when up against Hidan, who tries to knock her knee out

•isn’t ashamed one bit, not even if the dance moves displayed come off corny to others, ignoring the chuckles of her mates as she copies the choreography

Pain:

•at the very beginning, he’d be shy. His movements stiff. His hands barely leaving the sides of his body as he copies what’s displayed on the screen

•would totally be flustered, cheeks red and an awkward smile plastered on his face as he feels all the eyes of his teammates on him as he dances

•it’s not until he’s like 5 drinks in, feeling a decent buzz when he finally lets go and dances like no tomorrow. Not giving a shit if he messes up

Kisame:

•the team cheerleader. Claps, cheers, and shouts as he encourages his mates to keep going.

•even though he’s skilled on the battlefield doesn’t entirely mean he’s a good dancer. With how big he is, his movements are erratic, taking up most of the space in front of the tv, and ends up knocking into his opponent a few times

•doesn’t care about points or winning as he’s simply enjoying bonding as friends and family. Knowing he’d cherish this moment forever

Itachi:

•just like Konan, his movements would be smooth, but also sharp and precise

•I also believe he’d be a little apprehensive at first, not because he feels like he’d embarrass himself or anything, but because he hasn’t been able to relax and have fun in a long time, having to grow up so early in life

•ends up having the time of his life, coming in second to Konan, and having a celebratory drink to commemorate his small victory

Tobi:

•would be an absolute clown about everything but truthfully, making everyone’s night even better

•I think he’d be shy, just like pain, but once he gets over it, would have a lot of fun. Focusing on the dance moves as much as possible even though he ends up missing a step time to time

•would take FOREVER trying to pick a song, I feel like he’d chose something by lady Gaga or Rihanna. Something fun and upbeat

Zetsu:

•honestly, I think he wouldn’t participate. Would linger and watch the others as they play. Taking post in his favorite spot in the wall or on the arm of the couch

•black and white Zetsu would be going back and forth between the two of them as white Zetsu wants to play but black Zetsu doesn’t. Ends up giving in and sitting aside the whole night

•would sneak back later once everyone has gone to bed or passed out drunk to play by himself

Sasori:

•would also think the game is ‘stupid’ but after a drink or two would be the first one with a remote in his hand, ready to dance

•once he gets in the zone, his mates all agreed he had a natural ‘talent’, not better than Konan or Itachi, but close to it. What his mates don’t know is that he comes into the living room to play time to time when nobody’s home

•when he’s not playing, he makes sure his friends have what they want or need. Snack, another beer, etc

Deidara:

•nervous baby for sure. At the beginning that is.

•When he wins his first match, beating Kisame in a landslide, that win, gets to his head. Ends up cocky and taunting everybody, only to lose his next match to Hidan.

•definitely flamboyant and extravagant with his moves. Almost hit Hidan in the face before his loss. Curses when he drops the remote. Completely forgot to even slide the strap on his wrist, which gave Hidan the chance to succeed

Orochimaru:

•at first, they’d simply enjoy watching and observing their team as they play and have fun. For some reason I can see them writing things down for their research. Something about how bonding is essential for security and happiness in a friend group

•orochimaru would be enjoying the drinks more than the game, drink after drink to help unwind, realizing how much they truly enjoy being around others compared to being stuck in the lab all day

•would play a round or two towards the end of the night for the hell of it. Using the excuse of ‘it’s for my research’ instead of coming clean about their real reason. They wanted to experience the fun but they’d never admit that

I had lady Gaga’s, heavy metal lover on repeat while writing this. I love her and I feel like a handful of the akatsuki would too🫶🏻

[bill-son-of-boreas]

Hi there! Do you want some strawberries from Delphi Strawberry Service? They’re fresh, organic, and guaranteed delicious!

You’re still horrible at sales pitches.

You’re still horrible at being a nice person. Shut up. Anyway! The strawberries are on sale and all profits benefit CHB! Wanna support camp?

No.

I wasn’t talking to you, Hunter.

I’m aware, Madeleine.

I told you to call me—UGH. Ignore this grouch. Oh! And I nearly forgot! You can get them shipped around the world, courtesy of Hermes. So! What do you say?

I say screw strawberries.

JESUS CHRIST HUNTER—

—the team at Delphi Strawberry Service, @delphistrawberryserviceofficial

Huh?

Oh, the camp’s now going around and marketing their strawberries?

Cool. How much are they?

And I see you’ve got one of those “I hate everything and everyone” guys. It’s fine. I know like, two other people who are like this.

[eris-snow]

4. 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲.

Tags:bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Living life like this is like watching a scene unfold from a background character’s eyes. You’re just seeing things happen from the sidelines, and no matter how hard you try, you’re helplessly held in place.

Katsuki has learnt which lines he can step over and which lines he should not when he’s with you. Some of them are blurry, but as long as he stays as far away from the cliff as possible, he won’t fall off the edge. When you don’t want to talk about something, you grow silent and ignore him completely.

He’s learned not to press for details.

He’s mostly hanging there for one or two hours while finishing assignments. Between homework and internships, it’s a miracle that he squeezes you into his schedule.

But he does, and he finds it the best decision of his life.

—

“Bakugou, can you help me with this question?”

“Tch, what's so hard about trigo? Just insert the damn formula, idiot.”

“Get off your high horse.”

“Get a better brain.”

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

“I don’t trust ya. Give me the pen.”

—

“Fuck!”

“Bad day?”

“I will punch your piano to dust and ash, and once there aren’t any more visible chunks, I will find someone to revert it to its original state and do it again.”

“Code red. Take a seat.”

__

“They moved Speech Day.”

“I don’t care.”

“Aren’t you in it?”

“It’s just two fucking weeks. You try doing paperwork and a literature essay and caring about unimportant shit simultaneously.”

“Okay, Mr I Saved The World, sorry if that was news to me.”

“Shut it, blabbermouth.”

—

“So you just laid in bed? The entire damn day?”

“I’ll have you know that I did homework and watered my desk plant. I’ve been plenty efficient.”

“Your plant?”

“Excuse you, it’s a very nice cactus.”

“We’re talking schedules, Green thumbs. What the hell? I barely have time to sleep, let alone water plants.”

“Maybe I should get you a plant.”

“That has literally nothing to do with this conversation.”

“Mine’s named Fluffy.”

“Oh, come on—”

—

“You’re kind of cool, you know.”

“I do know.”

“Like, you pulled a Harry Potter on the battlefield. Did you see Dumbledore?”

“Are you making light of my death?”

“No, I’m trying to get your mind off it ‘cause you’re being emo again.”

“I’m what?”

“And you’re back.”

—

“Bakugou, Fluffy died.”

“The cactus?”

“Yeah. I’m kinda sad actually.”

“I ain’t comforting you.”

“Well, damn, okay.”

“If it bothers you that much, I’ll buy you another stupid cactus. Will that appease you?”

“Fluffy 2.0?”

“What is with you and naming things—”

“Fluffy 2.0?”

“Yes, jeez! Put the pen down, you look ridiculous.”

“I will fight you.”

—

“You’re a glitch, you know?” Bakugou grouched, throwing his bag onto the stage. The blond has known you for about a month, and he’s managed to pick out a good handful of reactions from you. That’s why, even as you retort, “You’re unpleasant. Did you know that?” as you unplug the earbuds from your ears, he also notices you chew your lip and averts your eyes away from him.

Touchy subject.

“You said you were from Mind Fuck’s old class, right? He didn’t know jack shit about you. You’re practically invisible, but your name is somehow captured when they had to take class photos last year. I just find it strange that you’re there but not fuckin’ there at the same time.”

“I thought we agreed for you to drop this.”

“I thought we agreed not to lie to each other.”

That line seems to make you falter. Whatever the situation, you always seem so against lying straight to someone’s face. Deluding someone, however, didn’t seem to be a problem.

“I don’t wanna talk about it. You don’t see me pushing to know your sob backstory with Midoriya.”

Katsuki reels back so fast that he almost knocks down a stack of neatly arranged certificates on the desk. When he opens his mouth to reply, the words taste like bile on his tongue. “We’re not talking about that.”

You raise your eyebrow as if to say ‘See what I mean?’.

He wants to press for information because every time he gets close you go tight-lipped, but after getting a good look at you he hesitates. You have dark eyebags under your eyes, more prominent than usual, and the way you carry yourself screams how much you don’t want to be here.

It’s almost like your arms are weighed down by chains, and you’re fighting to keep awake.

Katsuki’s been there before. Katsuki knows that place like it was his old friend. He gets it, and that’s the only reason why he stops pushing you..

“You need to go soon,” You said, fixing the stack of credentials and realining the trophies. “Aren’t you one of the awardees? They’re having a briefing downstairs in 5. It’s not very hero-like to be late.”

“Left my pen here, dumbass,” Katsuki rolled his eyes, swiping it off the piano. “And you should leave too. Don’t think the teacher would appreciate stragglers lurking in the curtains like dust bunnies under a bed.”

“I’m part of the backstage crew,” you reply with an eyebrow raised. “Unlike you, I’m supposed to be here.”

You are?

It takes Katsuki to realise he’d said those words out loud, because, of course he did.

You huff, gaze cutting into his eyes. A wave of familiarity washes over him. He swore he’s never lived through this experience before, but it feels all too similar to…

“I don’t tell you everything going on in my life, Bakugou. Easy things flow out like water, and difficult things get stuck like glue. The daily stuff goes in between. It gets sticky along the way, so it never makes it out of my mouth.”

Huh. For some reason, he feels like he’s heard that somewhere before.

—

The teacher glances over you like you’re transparent, and it takes 3 tries to get her attention and 5 to hold onto it.

You watch as the students fly across the stage, each person with a different award. There’re familiar faces.

Studious Yaoyorozu had won Top In Academic Standing(to no one’s surprise), and Izuku had gotten an award for Longest Internship Hours, first runner-up of the Sports Festival, top in Rescue Training and Hero History.

Todoroki had tumbled into third place for the Sports Festival, and was happy to take home the trophy for Best Intern (Voted by their respective heroes-in-charge.)

Half of the hero course had said it was rigged, but Todoroki couldn’t care less and the blatant smugness in his smile said all of it.

You went down the list, taking less than 5 seconds to find the name you were looking for. Katsuki’s prizes were nothing to scoff at either.

Peeking out from behind the curtain, you were just in time to see the ash-blond step onto the stage confidently as the speaker stated his shiny, impressive achievements.

“….Katsuki Bakugou who is the Sports Festival Champion, Top in Combat and Top In Level!”

You watch Principal Nezu hand him all his trophies and certificates, and the way he smirks at the camera, relishing the spotlight on him. You can see the sheer joy on his face.

He deserves it, he really does. You know how hard he works, he’s told you and you’ve seen it.

Jealousy burns the back of your throat, thorns of ‘I wish’ suffocating your trachea.

Damn, I wish that was me.

You slam a hand against your mouth, but almost as quickly as you did, you ease it off. It’s still an instinct, even though you’re sure no one would hear you.

You watch Katsuki turn in your direction as he walks off the stage, which makes you recede into the darkness.

Coward.

Drape yourself in layers of shadows, hide yourself away because you can’t really remember the last time you’ve ever been under those searing lights.

How nice it must feel, to be seen and recognised.

[wannab-urs]

I appreciate you calling attention to the tagging business. I’m a new writer and considering writing fic. Can I ask a question: what is the diff between dark!Joel and mean!Joel? I’d like to know how to tag it. Thank you!

Hi!! First of all, please tag me in your fic so I can read it!!

Down to business, I'd say mean!joel is like -- him ignoring you, maybe even making fun of you, etc.

When it gets into tagging it dark fic though is

noncon situations - the R word - we know the one, and sometimes dubcon. You should always tag these explicitly. If noncon is happening, say that. If dubcon is happening, say that.

emotional abuse with actual gaslighting, lovebombing, etc. This differs from mean!joel in that you can look at mean!joel as a bully or someone who doesn't like you. Dark/abusive!joel is emotionally manipulating you.

physical abuse

When I think of mean!joel, I think of him being a grouch who doesn't like you. He is hateful toward you. Enemies to lovers or hatefucking fics usually fall in this category.

When I think of dark!joel or abusive!joel, I think of raider!joel kidnapping you. Or Joel taking advantage of you when you're drunk/vulnerable/in a subordinate position. Or like... serial killer!joel. Or if it's describing a relationship in which he tells you things like "no one will ever love you like i do." I also think it can fall into dark fic if there's a lot of not-prior-discussed kink that is kind of pushed on the reader without explicit consent.

I'd like to emphasize that writing dark fic is okay. You are allowed to write what you want to. But as writers, I and many others think we should work hard to tag things appropriately so that people know what they're getting into.

If anyone has anything to add, please do. Maybe some filling out of the idea of mean!joel? I wasn't sure exactly how to define that.

[fluffiwrites]

SHUT UP I know this isn’t lore accurateSHUTUP I know I’ve done these two BEFORE idc TAKE IT.

——————

“You want a sumo wrestling match?? With me??” Link chuckled cockily as he dusted his hands off. “Well of course I’ll beat you at a game you asked to play, Talo!”

Midna scoffed affectionately from Link’s shadow, observing & ready to offer a potential helping hand to the child’s rival..the rival being Talo, of course. She hoped her mischief wouldn’t be needed, until a certain familiar idea popped into her mind.

The two boys slowly circled around the ring, before launching themselves onto one another, pushing their opponent to the other side.

Talo soon realised he’d made a grave mistake—Link was going easy on him & he was still growing closer & closer to the edge of the ring!

Midna grumbled, getting bored of Link’s lack of effort & easy winning. She just had to interfere. The imp floated towards her new-found target & transformed her dark translucent hair into a large hand, which slowly skulked & latched onto Link’s exposed torso.

The fingers began to gently knead his skin, with the hylian starting to noticeably hesitate, his movements stiffening.

An uncertain grin began to grow on Link’s pink face, along with a few jolts & flinches as he stifled the giggles creeping from his mouth.

Midna whispered, “What’s the matter, Linky? I thought you planned on winning this match~” She giggled as he cringed in response.

Link tried desperately to hide his reactions for the sake of his dignity—& of course, for the sake of the match.

Talo suddenly began to lose stability & lightly dug his fingers into Link’s back for support. The ticklish sensation providing no help in ignoring Midna. Talo soon caught on, bringing his arms back & beginning to claw at his stomach.

“Don’t think—I wasn’t going to notice all that giggling going on, Link!” He grit as he spoke, determined to push his opponent to the other side. “You’re ticklish, aren’t you!”

The older boy yelped & folded, childish laughter now flowing through the air. He lost his footing as he giggled & flew his arms about, crashing onto the dirt floor & past the ring.

Talo celebrated, leaving Link to sulk in fluster & hold his tingling stomach.

“Ha! To think all it took was for me to tickle you! You really are easy to beat!”

“Okay jeez you don’t need to rub it in, Talo.” He pouted.

Midna smirked, poking his side & earning a restrained yelp. “Don’t be such a grouch, Link!” She snickered, not an ounce of pity for the boy.

———————

After a short while of lighthearted bickering between Link & Talo, they both headed back to their homes.

The door closed, & Midna pounced onto the other, pushing him face-up onto the long bed in front of them with an oof. She needed to hear more of his heart-warming laughter, he was so easy to tickle & the opportunity was right there!! Who wouldn’t?

Midna spoke, “Gee Link, you really met your match there didn’t you~?” She giggled, suddenly skittering her fingers up his sides.

He squealed, arching his back, “shut uhupp!!”

“Oh, I must’ve touched a nerve just then!”

Link’s soft yet lively laughter sifted into his sentences, “Enouhough with the bahad puhuhuns!!”

“Hey, they’re not bad!! You’re just grumpy ‘cos you failed to hide how ticklish you are. Wasn’t my fault you were giggling your face off back there~”

His face flushed an even deeper red, revealing how embarrassingly well Midna’s teases were working. “Yohou- I wahahasn’t-!” She smiled smugly at Link’s terrible attempts of denial.

The imp lowered her head suddenly onto Link’s lower torso before blowing a giant raspberry on his bare stomach. He kicked his legs excitedly, cackling & inhaling short frantic breaths through his laughter.

He held Midna’s wrists weakly as he giggled, too weak to actually stop her but enough to make his point. (The point of “I love being tickled but I’m too flustered to admit it)

She spidered across his bouncing tummy & cooed at the endearing squeals she received, “Let’s go for an explore, I wanna know just how ticklish one hero can get~” Midna began to crawl her fingers up his sides, slowly growing closer to a spot he really wouldn’t appreciate her knowing about.

“Wahahait!!” He panicked before blurting out the first place he could think of, “U-Uh—hips!!”

She smirked before mercilessly digging into the ticklish bone, the boy squawking & erupting into loud, giddy laughter. Midna clawed evilly at the sensitive skin, poor Link couldn’t get a single word in through his uncontrollably cute giggles.

She blew another raspberry on his stomach, his laughter raising once more as he curled up in reflex, throwing his head back & snorting.

Midna halted in awe & affection, “Oh my god PLEASE do that again,” She squealed, “that was ADORABLE.”

“NOhohO *snort* it’s so bahahad!”

“There it is again! Aww how cute~”

“Ihit’s not cuhute!!!!” He squirmed & laughed lightly, moving his hands to cover his giggly face.

Midna ceased her attack, pulling Link’s hands from his face & grinning innocently.

“You’re adorable.”

“Shuhut up.”

———————

I love them sob I H OPE you like this

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Role Swap Chapter 2

Part 1

For @moxiety-week 2022 lmao

Word count: 1057

Rating: Gen

Pairings: platonic Virgil&Everyone (except Janus), particularly platonic Moxiety

Warnings: anxiety, coming out, unsympathetic Janus (as perceived by Virgil. He’s really just trying to help by positioning himself as the antagonist)

~~~START~~~

Virgil waited until Thomas started filming his next video to reveal his identity change — the longer he waited, the more anxious he got, but outing Deceit in front of everyone would be worth it.

Even if Thomas, Logan, and Roman hated him afterwards, it would be worth it.

He used the days between opening the closet and Thomas’s next video to get used to his room and explore his true style. As Ethan, he’d had a preppier style, but all his Ethan clothes were gone from his room, replaced by ripped black jeans and band shirts. Virgil was an emo, and when he looked at himself in the mirror, it felt right.

On the day of filming, Deceit popped up to take his place almost immediately as the others began their debate. Patton was there too, but he didn’t interject much other than to make the odd pun — he was there to support Virgil, whatever the others were trying to talk about would be forgotten soon enough.

Virgil waited until Deceit was in the middle of a monologue (he’d slowly been changing the character of Ethan to fit himself more) before popping up behind him. Thomas, Logan, and Roman all must have seen him, but he spoke before they were able to give his presence away.

“Get out of my spot!” He yelled into Deceit’s ear, smirking when the other Side jumped.

The scare startled Deceit out of his disguise, and when he whipped around to hiss at Virgil, it was a forked tongue that slipped out.

“Ssscheming sssneak!” Deceit hissed.

“Takes one to know one,” Virgil growled.

“What the heckity heck, three abs and one peck?” Roman yelled, looking between the two Sides, dumbfounded.

“Who are you, and what have you done with Ethan?” Thomas demanded, choosing to ignore Roman’s absurd outburst for the time being.

Deceit started evil laughing — like a cartoon character or something. Did he practice that in the mirror? “You foolish dummy,” he chuckled. “I am, and always have been, Ethan!”

“What!?” Thomas screeched.

“No,” Virgil grouched, snagging Deceit’s hat from him and tossing it across the room to Patton.

“Hey! That isn’t mine, and I don’t want it back!”

“Ah,” Logan said as the truth dawned on him. “This is obviously De-mphf.”

Deceit brought a hand up and Logan’s hand flew to his mouth, cutting himself off.

“Oooooh,” Roman gasped. “I get it now. Well, I get him,” he gestured at Deceit. “But I still don’t get Emo Nightmare over there.”

Virgil took a steadying breath. Across the room, Patton — wearing Deceit’s hat — gave him a double thumbs up.

“I’m here to tell the truth,” he said, forcing himself to maintain eye contact with Thomas. “Because as scary as the truth is, refusing to face it is hurting you, and avoiding it is just giving him more and more power.

“Ethan isn’t real, and he never has been. My name is Virgil, and while I was Caution when you were younger, I represent your anxiety now.” And then, because no one was saying anything and he was getting anxious about it, he awkwardly added “surprise.”

Thomas and Roman continued to say nothing and just stare at him shocked (Logan’s hand was still clamped over his mouth, but he looked shocked as well), then a slow sarcastic clap started.

“Oh bravo, Anxiety, bravo,” Deceit said sardonically. “You’re so mature now. Honestly, I thought you were just going to hide in your room like the scaredy cat you are.”

“Hey now!” Thomas cut in. “We do not insult each other here Mr.… Snake… Face… Guy… Honestly, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Deceit smirked. “You won’t be seeing me again.”

And with that, he sunk out. Virgil almost let out a breath of relief, but then Deceit popped up next to Patton.

“Give me that!” He hissed, snatching the hat from Patton’s head and sinking out again.

Once he was gone, Logan’s hand was freed.

“Well,” Logan said, adjusting his tie brusquely. “He is just as unpleasant as I remember.”

“Who even was that!?” Thomas asked.

“Uh, maybe we can focus on that later, kiddo?” Patton said. When Thomas confusedly stared at him, he nodded pointedly to where Virgil was building himself up to a panic.

“Oh. Oh!” He gasped, turning to Virgil with a warm smile. “Virgil– Anxiety– Virgil, hey, I know that coming out can be hard, and I just want to say that I’m really proud of you.”

“R-really? You don’t… hate me, or something?” Virgil asked hesitantly.

“Of course not,” Thomas smiled. “None of us do, right guys?” He asked the others pointedly.

That seemed to shake Roman out of his shock. “Never! You are our Dark and Stormy Knight, and we would be lost without you!”

“Logan?”

Logan blinked, having been seemingly lost in deep thought.

“Virgil,” he started slowly. “If anything I have ever said or done has ever made you think that you could not tell us about your change in function…”

“It’s okay, Lo,” Virgil told him. “It was a lot of things.”

“But if I contributed–”

“I forgive you.”

Logan blinked. “Thank you, Virgil, I am sure that that is far more than I deserve.”

“I’m so proud of you, kiddo!” Patton burst out suddenly, startling Virgil and the others.

“Thanks, Pat. Seriously, I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“I believe I owe you an apology as well, Patton,” Logan said slowly, clearly weighing his every word before he said them. “I have been treating you like an enemy when all you want — all you’ve ever wanted — is to help Thomas.” Logan paused for a moment, studying Virgil with a sad sort of look in his eye that Virgil wanted to banish immediately. “And you’ve done a much better job at that than I have recently. I am truly sorry.”

“Aww, apol-Logan-gy accepted, kiddo!”

“I take it back,” Logan said quickly, his sad look replaced by a put-upon look of annoyance that Virgil could tell was a mask for long suffering amusement.

“Too late!” Patton, Thomas, and Roman all chorused together. Virgil smiled to himself as Logan sputtered.

“Well,” Thomas said, looking at his four Sides proudly. “This isn’t where I expected today to go, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m really proud of you guys.”

~~~END~~~

I know it wouldn't actually happen, but I imagine Janus's hat slipping down Patton's face like it's too big for him

I had most of this written for over a year, but I just couldn’t finish it. I’ve been wanting to finish one of my unfinished fics, so I chose the one with the least amount of work needed

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling

[anzynai]

OMG u added pjsekai to ur fandoms list

I will now bother you for wonderland x showtime headcannons because they r life

Wonderlands x Showtime Hcs

(Project Sekai)

hello^^ TYSM for sending these!!! i love these losers sm u don’t even understand and i very thoroughly enjoyed this HAHA i hope you enjoy these headcanons <3 (also let’s ignore how freaking long ago this request was)

these can be read as poly/romantic or platonic! (i live and die for polysho)

warning: these headcanons r LONG, like maybe u went into a little too much detail cuz like damn

——

ofc the lees of the group are definitely nene and tsukasa (no i am not biased. you can’t tell me that these two aren’t ganged on the most. and for completely different reasons) meaning the lers r rui and emu

for nene, ofc when she’s being a grouch or just.. needs to smile, the three will be allll over her. honestly, she’s super ticklish so it’s always works for them so why stop? they like to do this when she’s nervous too cuz it keeps her distracted and clears her mind a little, you know?

as for tsukasa, it’s just.. for fun. silly, i know. it’s just.. seeing his smile and laugh so freely is such a contrast to his prideful, boasting laugh. YOU GET WHAT I MEAN??? like his laughter is contagious, but what i mean is that whoever can see him truly smile wants to smile too!

emu lovessss being the lee obviously but she loves being a ler too!!! like, she still gets tickled a lot. don’t get me wrong. tickles r super duper common between these four and it’s usually emu who initiates it. anyways, what i’m getting at is that she, as anyone who’s ever seen her story, LOVES making people smile. she’d be the sweetest most playful ler out there and you cannot tell me otherwise. like i mean, complimenting you so many times that you want to explode out of embarrassment (even tsukasa sometimes)

rui is usually the one who tickles nene tbh but ofc he tickles the other too! though, it took a bit getting there because while he may not seem like it, he does get nervous about tickling someone. though, that’s mainly because he’s afraid they’ll see him as weird. anyways, he’s often the lee, yeah, but most of the times, he would use situations to his advantage to avoid that (basically offering the ler his help) it’s not that he doesn’t want to be tickled, it’s more so that he prefers to be on the giving side. well, besides that, once emu started to tickle them (without hesitation, might i add) his courage pretty much built up instantly and he joined in. he’s just got those tickles that make you feel floaty and safe, so he often tickles his members especially when their feeling down

now rq let’s talk ab reversing roles: basically nene and tsukasa as lers and rui and emu as lees!!!! isn’t that exciting?? so picture nene as the vengeance ler. you know how nene gets tickled a LOT within the group, well she definitely has to get payback.. she was a bit shy about it at first, but after getting a bit more comfortable with the group, don’t expect to tickle her without getting it back tenfold! then, tsukasa, well he can be a bit like nene sometimes but it’s like, you know those moments where you can practically feel his big brother energy? this with tickling. he’s a bit like kaito actually in this aspect, where he will use tickling to make you smile, much like emu and rui actyally (and nene too tho she wouldn’t admit it).

then emu would be the best lee ever because she’s so encouraging and she lets you know she’s enjoying it and honestly, it just boosts the other threes ego as lers. she’s so sweet and bubbly when she’s being tickled which makes the group just want to tickle her more. she thinks it’s fun and so do they! then for rui, it’s a bit tougher to tickle him. like i said, it’s not because he doesn’t want to be tickled, but mainly because he avoids it. he pretends he doesn’t like it and that it would be a much better idea to tickle the others, but it’s just an act. still, his giggles r breathy and cute and so loveable in his own way.

ALRIGHT SO the headcanons above were mostly for setting. some others, regarding them as a whole: they tickle eachother a lot. it’s crazy, like they’ve even added it as a scene in one of their shows before. (it wasn’t anything big, obviously, just like a little squeeze to the side)

it’s like one of their ways to bond with one another. it’s like, sometimes actions feel better than communication, not feeling the stress of having to find the words to say. so they hug each other and tickle each other to do just that. it’s just another level of closeness for them.

i think that they could also occasionally have after-show tickle fights. obviously, it’s not planned, but sometimes it just happens you know? once, after the show was over and everyone in the audience was leaving, emu poked tsukasa on the side and made tsukasa jolt. of course, emu wasn’t done there and she pounced and asked for the other two to help. rui joined, with a somewhat eager smile on his face, while nene muttered something about them being childish. ofc after a few moments, nene couldn’t help but join either and since then, all emu has to do is choose one of them to wreck for the day and soon everyone’s joining in

at first, they reserved the tickling only for at the wonder stage and when no one’s there. it’s not much different, but recently they’ve had tickle fights and the like in the sekai as well! they didn’t do it, mostly out of respect for the virtual singers, but once they realized that they really didn’t care and even wanted to join in on occasion, they’re comfortable just randomly attacking someone with tickles out of nowhere.

i think they’ve incorporated tickling into shows at points. of course, it’s nothing too intense, but sometimes they’ll have the characters poke each others in the side and stuff then make their squeal like SUPER dramatic (tsukasa doesn’t have to worry about this), because loud squealing and acting shock tends to make little kids laugh and whatnot YKKKK

also tsukasa and emu r feather ticklish, light touches make them go crazy. rougher tickles tend to work better on rui and nene, she laughs about the same no matter what kind of tickling she receives. (they know this from experience)

[mangagrl1991]

Reblogging with the accompanying ficlet <3

“Tai, slow down!”

The purplette in question paused mid step to look back at her boyfriend, lips curving in amusement. Normally, he was getting her up and dragging her all over the place while she grouched at him tiredly. How funny it was to see the roles reversed!

“I’m not even walking that fast, Sunshine.” She teased, reaching for his hand before she resumed her trek up the hill, oblivious to the surprised look he was giving her.

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” Gon tried, doing his best to keep pace with her. Despite being shorter than him, she had a pretty fast stride when she wanted to, and he was only half awake. “It’s not like you to get up before the sun is up!”

Tai ignored the jab, mirth filled chocolate orbs sliding toward him. “It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?”

“Yeah, I guess not..” Gon’s shoes crunched against the dirt as he yawned, taking careful steps as the trail grew steeper. If not for Tai’s steadfast hold on his hand, he probably would’ve stumbled over something by now, as much of the forest was still blanketed in the last vestiges of night.

Finally, after what felt like the longest silence he’d ever had to endure, Tai stopped and turned to him, a small smile on her face. “You trust me, right?”

What a silly question after all they’d been through. Gon nodded, blinking in confusion when she pulled out a scarf and tied it over his eyes. “Huh?”

The purplette just giggled as she patted his shoulder. “Just follow my lead, okay?”

Gon tried to pout, but he couldn’t be too upset when her fingers laced through his to help guide him. Even if he couldn’t see, he knew he was in good hands. She wouldn’t steer him wrong.

After a few more minutes they came to a stop, and Tai let go of him. “Okay. You can look now.” She said softly, removing the scarf and stepping aside so he could look around.

The sight before him was so beautiful, Gon’s breath caught in his throat. Just a few feet from where he stood, a huge waterfall was pouring into a large lake, continuing toward the ocean down below. The evening’s shadows were vanishing under the light of the morning sun, casting a warm, magenta light over the forest. Even the crystal clear lake shimmered with brilliant pink and amethyst hues that no artist could ever hope to capture accurately. Save for the roaring rapids in the distance, the forest was still, the vast majority of its wildlife still asleep.

“What is this place?” Gon uttered softly, finally tearing his gaze from the natural beauty to look at Tai once more.

The purplette grinned at him. “This is Namida Falls - the waterfall my home is named after.” She answered quietly, being careful not to disrupt the silence too much.

“Wow…it’s really pretty.” Hazel eyes traveled back to the body of water before Gon slumped his shoulders. “If I’d known we were coming someplace like this, I’d have brought some trunks..”

“Ahem.”

The spiky haired boy’s head turned, and his eyes widened slightly as he saw Tai holding out a pair of dark teal trunks with a tropical flowery pattern in various shades of magenta and turquoise. “Where did you get those?” He asked, eliciting a giggle from his girlfriend.

“From my bag- they’re for you, silly!” She replied, arching her brows in amusement. “I figured you’d want to swim, so I asked my mum to make these.”

“Mrs. Chisaka made them..?” Gon accepted the apparel at last, eyes shining with awe. “She didn’t have to do that—“

“C’mon, Gon. You heard her at dinner last night- you’re one of the family!” Tai chided, giving him a gentle push toward the bushes. “Now, you said you wanted to swim, so go change!”

She waited till he was gone to approach the water’s edge and peer down at her reflection. She was no longer the girl who was terrified at the mere sight of water, but being this close was still…pretty out of her comfort zone.

“It’s for Gon, do it for Gon.” She chanted softly under her breath as she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

“What’s for me?” Gon’s voice made her jump and turn around quickly.

“Oh, you’re back. That was fast!” Heat flooded her cheeks as her eyes swept over his broad chest, which had filled in nicely over the years. She knew he would tease her if she didn’t stop staring, but it was hard not to. They’d both come so far in this crazy thing called life.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Honey?” The teasing note in Gon’s voice made her flinch and she averted her gaze, blushing.

“N-nothing! I’m glad the trunks fit.” She said, carefully avoiding his eyes.

The dark haired teen gave her a skeptical look, a knowing grin tugging at his lips. “Yeah, they’re great!” He finally said, dropping the subject for now. “I’ll have to make sure to tell your mum thank you later!”

Without warning he crushed Tai against his chest in a hug, murmuring in her ear. “Thank you too, for thinking of me.”

He let her go and the purplette watched as he backed up, sidestepping quickly when he dashed forward, laughing as he jumped and disappeared into the water.

When he resurfaced, his grin was gone, replaced with something akin to a grimace. “Ahh! It’s colder than it looks!” He exclaimed as he swam toward the center of the lake, trying to stay active enough to warm himself back up.

Tai giggled as she watched him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. After a few minutes, her gaze trailed back to the water, and she tugged her shirt over her head, throwing it on the ground. Her skirt was next to go, and she bit her lip, trying to ignore the sharp inhale she heard as she exposed the swimsuit she’d kept hidden- a teal wrap around bikini with a ruffled skirt overlay bearing the same tropical pattern as Gon’s trunks.

“Tai..”

The purplette took a deep breath and stepped out into the water. It was cold, like the icy fear that pricked at her thoughts, telling her to get back on shore and run away. Far away.

‘No.’ She told herself, gazing determinedly into the water’s depths. ‘I’m not scared anymore. I can do this.’

She was so focused, she failed to notice how intently Gon was watching her, let alone the emotions flitting across his face. After all, he knew what a big step this was for her.

Tai launched forward, kicking and paddling, and Gon’s face broke into a wide smile as she drew nearer to him. She was doing it! Unable to contain his excitement, he squeezed the girl in a tight hug when she reached him. “You did it, Honey, you really swam!” He gushed, beaming, “I knew you could do it! I’m so proud of you!”

Tai’s cheeks flushed happily and she laid her head on his shoulder, hugging him back. “Were you surprised?” She asked, panting softly.

“Was I ever!” The dark haired boy exclaimed.

“I knew you’d get the hang of swimming if you just kept at it!” He chuckled softly, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes, a toothy grin on his face. “Still, I never expected you to swim over to me like this- you’re a fast learner!”

The purplette averted her gaze briefly, biting her lip sheepishly. “Nah, I just had good teachers.” There was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes when she looked back at him, grinning. “I only got this far because you and Kazuko were so patient.”

“I’ll never give up on you.”

The warmth in Gon’s voice only made her blush harder, and she averted her gaze bashfully.

“So…what do you think of the falls..?”

Gon’s brows arched at the change of subject but he went along with it, smiling. “They’re great! This is a pretty place, Tai. I’m so happy- I’d stay here with you like this all day if I could!”

“That’s good, cause we’re gonna be here all day!” Tai beamed and leaned back to look at him, the mischievous sparkle back in her eyes. “We’ve got fish to catch and a cookout to have in your honor, after all.” She explained, chuckling at the surprise on Gon’s face, letting her voice lower a couple octaves. “Maybe we can swim again after that, and you could give me another lesson? I’m still just a beginner, after all. So if you don’t mind..?”

A startled gasp left the purplette’s lips as she was suddenly lifted out of the water, and she looked down to see Gon grinning widely up at her. “That sounds perfect to me! What a great way to spend the day!”

“Okay.” Tai giggled as he lowered her back into the water, and she leaned in closer. Her eyes fluttered closed as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips, marveling over how well they went together. Like puzzle pieces. They just fit.

She lingered for a few seconds before pulling back and smiling lovingly down at the dazed grin on his face. “Happy birthday, Gon.”

Happy birthday to my favorite sunshine boy 💕 Tai went away out of her comfort zone for him this year 🥺 (For context, Tai is deathly afraid of water)

I’ve written a little oneshot to go with this for anyone interested, just copy paste the url into your browser 💕 Comments are on so feel free to leave feedback <3

https://docs.google.com/document/d/10N5rUW8j45Ohyu9JJ3mLFdjrYZVMkqTUDsHcTGhMoWs/edit

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

just keep driving

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie is driving a car that he hates, so you decide to do something special to distract him. 

word count: 1.8k

warnings: road head (aka getting 👅🍆 while driving), female masturbation, just general smut. 

a/n: sorry if this has been done before! i was inspired to make this post into a blurb, so here it is. i hope you guys like it!

minors dni!

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“I really hate this damn car.”

Eddie was grumbling again, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes from the passenger seat. Ever since his van went into the shop for repairs, he hadn’t stopped being a grouch; it was only because his borrowed car was smaller than he was accustomed to, and therefore more difficult for him to drive. He had been driving it since yesterday, and you honestly didn’t know why he was making such a fuss. You thought the car was nice enough, and you liked it a lot better than the van. The van was fine enough, but it drove terribly; the current car was smoother, less likely to break down in the middle of the road, and didn’t smell of weed, cigarettes, and sex yet. 

“You know,” you said, stretching your legs as you cracked your knuckles, “maybe if you spent less time complaining and more time focusing on getting us somewhere, we would actually arrive a lot sooner.”

“Don’t get cute,” Eddie said, his gaze fixed intently on the road. 

“I just thought I’d mention it,” you said, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You reached for the radio, turning the music up a little more so that you could listen properly. It was a mixtape Eddie made, with a bunch of metal artists that he enjoyed. Judas Priest was playing now, and you reached over to brush your fingers through his hair. “You look hot driving this thing, you know.”

“Nah, I look like a fucking clown in his little car,” Eddie said, but he was grinning. He nudged into your touch, which encouraged you to give his hair a light tug. “Like, how could you look at me and think I’m a hot stud in this? That van helped me achieve my sex god status; without it, I have no charisma.”

“No, your hair is what gave you the sex god status,” you joked with a giggle, leaning over to nuzzle his cheek. “Not to mention those eyes, those hands, the fact that you’re in a band…and let’s not forget that nice, thick cock.”

He shivered at those last words, biting his lip to suppress a groan. “Shit, y/n…”

“You know what you could use right now?” you asked, your fingers ghosting over the front of his jeans in a circular motion. “A good distraction. You’ve done nothing but whine about this goddamn car all day long. What you need is something to take your mind off of it, and make you forget all about the fact that you’re driving a ‘clown car.’ Your words, not mine.” 

“And just what do you propose as a distraction?” Eddie asked, clearly amused. “Hm? Are you gonna make me play ‘I Spy?’ like a five year old? Or better yet, and the most effective by far, are you gonna flash your tits at me?”

“No to both,” you said, your mouth now at his ear as you shifted a bit in your seat. “I had something a bit more…daring in mind.”

“Humor me,” Eddie said, his grip tightening slightly on the wheel as he kept driving. “This should be good.”

“How about,” you whispered, ignoring his quip and palming his cock through his pants, “I suck you off while you drive? I'll bet you’d really like that, wouldn’t you? You would have to keep your focus on the road, but also on me and what I'm doing to you. I know you love it when I choke on your cock; maybe I’d even let you fuck my throat, and maybe I’ll play with myself while I do it. I did skip out on wearing anything under this dress, after all.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie breathed, bucking into your hand as you felt him growing harder. 

“Is that a yes, then?” you teased, kissing over his neck. Your lips were soft and teasing, very gently nipping at the most delicate area that he loved. “What is it that you always tell me, Eddie? That I need to speak up and be vocal with you about what I want?”

“Smart ass,” Eddie replied, his grip iron-clad on the wheel as the music blared from the speakers. W.A.S.P. was in the middle of singing “On Your Knees,” and your fingers were working his fly & belt loose. “You know I fucking love it when you blow me. I’m not going to refuse it; I never could.”

“I know you never could,” you said with a wink, pulling him in for a very quick kiss before you repositioned yourself in your seat. You unbuckled your seatbelt, smiling as you started squeezing him again through his pants. “Wanna know one good thing about this car that we can’t do in your van?”

“What?” Eddie asked, his eyes already glazing as he waited for you to begin. He lifted his hips as best as he could while trying to drive, allowing you to tug them down far enough to expose his cock and his balls. “Tell me.”

“It has too much space between the seats,” you said, leaning over after freeing his semi-erection and teasingly kissing the tip. “I would never be able to do this in it.” 

“You’re right,” he said, hissing as your tongue swirled the head of his cock. “You’re going to be the death of me, y/n. You know that, don’t you?” 

“I definitely could be, if you wreck this car,” you said with a breathy laugh, pumping his cock to full hardness before licking from the base of his shaft to the tip. “So, maybe try not to do that? I really don’t wanna die yet.”

He whimpered, reaching over and cranking the music almost full blast. Metallica began rocking “Master of Puppets” as you took him slowly into your mouth, his moans nearly drowned by the music as you gagged around him. One hand left the steering wheel to grab at your hair, his head tipped against the seat as he tried so hard to keep focus on the road. You swallowed around his cock, your tongue pressing flat to the shaft as you brought your head up, then back down. You wasted absolutely no time, bobbing along to the rhythm of the song, a fast pace that made Eddie moan filthily above you. You grasped his base with one hand, jerking him off in time with your other movements. Your hand was slick with your spit, the blowjob already so sloppy that some of your saliva was running down his balls. 

“Shit,” he drawled, breathing heavily as he held the steering wheel tightly in one hand, and kept hold of your head with the other. His knuckles were white from his grasp, his lashes fluttering as he struggled to concentrate on driving. His plush lips were parted, his groans barely audible above the blaring metal soundtrack that served as the backdrop tonight. “Just like that, fuck.” 

You moaned around him for added vibration, hollowing your cheeks as he cursed above you. You kept your fist closed around the bottom of his shaft, the fingers of your free hand moving under your skirt to drag through your soaked cunt. A small part of your dress that was against you had gotten wet, and you suspected a small portion of your seat probably would be as well. You were so turned on for him, your pussy throbbing as you deep throated him a few times. He held onto your head, and began to guide it along his cock after a moment. You rubbed at your clit, tracing circles as you mewled, and gagging as he took you a little too deeply.

“Sorry,” he said over the music, chuckling as his foot pressed harder against the gas pedal. “You okay?”

You hummed around him in assurance, and gripped the base to keep him from sliding too far again. You allowed him to fuck your throat, his fingers in your hair as he set his own pace. He was throbbing in your mouth, the vein pulsating against your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks as far as you could. You pushed two fingers into your slick cunt, fingering yourself at a speed on par with the music. Eddie turned it up even louder, the car vibrating now with the beat. He was driving fast—maybe a little too fast—but you were only getting more and more aroused with every drag of your head and pump of your fingers. 

“Jesus fuck, look at you,” Eddie said, gazing down at you for a quick moment. “You’re so horny because of how dangerous this is, aren’t you? That’s my fucking girl.” 

You whimpered around him, more spit cascading your fist as he guided your head up & down with one hand. You helped him, of course, going along with his rhythm as you jerked him off into your mouth. You flicked your wrist, moaning once in a while as the fingers under your skirt continued playing with your pussy. You curled your fingers inside of you, your thumb swiping quickly over your clit for added stimulation. He flew around a turn and you almost slid off the seat, but you regained yourself quickly as the lengthy song played on. The combination of the music and the taste of precum that was on your tongue made you dizzier with arousal, and you added another finger to fuck yourself on as you mewled filthily around him. 

“Does it feel good?” Eddie questioned. “I’ll bet it does; you’re fingering yourself like a common slut. Thinking about me inside of you, or my head between your legs? Both?”

You moaned hotly, and before Eddie could cum, he was tugging you off of his dick. You whined as you sat up, still touching yourself as you looked at him. His face was shiny in the evening light, his big eyes trained on you for a very brief moment, both of his hands now on the wheel as he decreased the speed. He moved your wrist from beneath your skirt to study your fingers, smirking as he saw how soaked they were. He made a noise of satisfaction, then held your own fingers to your lips.

“Clean those for me,” he said, thrusting them even closer to your face. “Go on; taste yourself, and show me just how desperate you are for me right now.”

You didn’t hesitate, drawing your fingers into your mouth. He slowed down further to watch, his eyes lusty and face full of desire. You made a show of it—swirling your tongue around the digits, hollowing your cheeks, groaning over the music, making your gaze as innocent as possible. He shivered, growling as he pulled off on the shoulder and put the car in park. He completely reclined his seat and coaxed you into his lap to straddle him, an effort that you had a feeling would shortly pay off. He was squeezing your ass in both heavily-ringed hands, his fingers kneading the flesh there before giving it a swat. He kissed you heatedly, swallowing your laugh as his hips pushed upward against your soaked pussy. He only drew away when the song finished, giving way to yet another Metallica tune—“For Whom the Bell Tolls.” 

“I see that your mind has changed drastically about this thing,” you teased, gesturing around the car. 

“Oh, you have no fucking idea, babe,” Eddie said, gliding his cock through your pussy. He didn’t enter you yet, both of you moaning at the heavy weight of his erection sliding against your wet cunt. “But I would be more than happy to give you one.”

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[nctsplug02]

sooooo imagine

some jen's friends finding mrs jeong a hot and being all over heels for her and mr jeong start to get a little bit jealous and all needy

M.I.L.F || j.j || JTBS

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: unprotected sex, quiet catcalling, sexual talking, sexual comments, sexual touching, creampie

hannie strolls over to the front door when hearing the door clink and jingle.

“mama!” she squeals.

“dada!” she squeals again.

as you and jaehyun enter, several heavy footsteps rush towards hannie. “mr and mrs jeong!” jen shrieks, holding the can of beer behind her back.

“hi jen. sweetie, who are your friends?” you ask, yanking off your sunglasses and grinning ear to ear when seeing a groups of people around jen.

yes, you and jaehyun were on a five day vacation and yes, you and jaehyun allowed her to have guests over.

“holy smokes she is one fine babe.” a guy blows out a gush of air when seeing you. a firm smirk on his face as well. “hm, thanks.” you say with quick wide eyes.

“uh, jen. would you mind helping with the luggages?” jen nods, handing her beer off to someone and rushing outside with jaehyun.

you glance down to see a giggly girl. “and my sweet girl, hello, baby.” you say in a cooingly tone while reaching down to pick her up. “did you miss your mommy?” you glance at the group of people who watch with love eyes. “let’s go find a snack in the kitchen, hm?” you stalk past them with your chin raised up.

“what a milf.” someone mutters, unable to keep their grin back.

“guys,” jen grunts walking in with two luggages in her hands. “stop hitting on her— she’s the one we dislike.” she grouches, laying the two bags flat. “screw that— i like her.” jen glares at them.

“there’s no more, jen. these are just the last ones.” jaehyun says gently putting down the two luggages. “okay, mr jeong.” jen blushes.

“hey, guys. i’m mr jeong.” jaehyun positions his sunglasses on his head and reaches his hand out. “so we’ve heard.” one says, shaking jaehyuns hand.

“hello, mr jeong. this is a gorgeous house— i’m alec.” jaehyun nods giving alec a firm shake. “thank you, alec. i’m glad you think that way.”

“hey, babe?!” jaehyun looks towards where the voice came from. “coming!” he shouts back and excuses himself.

jen crosses her arms with a snotty smirk. “now, him. we like.”

“i like them both— and milf and dilf? god, jen. you’re living the life.” her friend sighs making her scoff. “as if, idiots. go back in the sun room.”

you had just taken a shower with jaehyun and after getting dressed, you went downstairs to prepare dinner.

you ignored the lousy laughs and screams that came from the room 10 feet away from you.

“maybe some.. salmon.” you click your tongue a few times before deciding to cook salmon and asparagus. “i think— holy, fuck?!” you gasp, clutching your chest when seeing a guy— who wasn’t your husband— standing in front of you.

“shit, im sorry for my language.” you half laugh while still breathing heavily. “wow, im sorry, mrs jeong. didn’t mean to sneak up on you like that.” the boy apologizes with a sideway grin.

“i’m cass.” the boy says and you nod.

“yeah, uh.. cass— aren’t you supposed to be with jen and the others?” you fix your towel that was wrapped around your hair. “oh, i just came to.. uh, check on you. sorry if we’re being loud.” you shake your head, slipping past him only for his eyes and body to follow you.

“well, i was just about to make dinner for us all. i’m sure i have some,” you emphasize the some when searching through the fridge. “aw, man.” you frown, sighing when seeing a pack of half eaten salmon.

“oh, what’s wrong, mrs jeong?” the boy perks. “i’m— ugh,” you pull the pack out and you bite your lip. “i’m out of salmon— now, i don’t have enough for dinner.”

the boy grins a little— more like nervously. “um, i could, i could run and get some if you’d like?” you shake your head, closing the fridge. “it’s fine, i’ll just have my husband get some for me. but thank you for the offer, cass.” cass just nods submissively.

you awkwardly turn to leave and you rush upstairs. “dear,” you stick your head into the bedroom to see jaehyun fixing the bedsheets. “yes, my love.” he answers back now fixing the pillows.

“could you possibly run to the nearest grocery store and pick up some more salmon? like, a lot? i think jen and hannie ate some while we were gone.” jaehyun turns to you and laughs a little.

“please?” you open the door wider and you push yourself in. “is it for dinner?” you nod, “what else would i use the salmon for—? i mean, a snack is okay too.” he pats your head.

“alright, i’ll go. just.. stay in here and don’t let those stupid boys hit on you.” you nod, chuckling at his firm voice. “fine, but i just need my phone from the kitchen.” he yanks your waist as you try to leave the room.

“i’m coming with.” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “duh, you are, dummy. you have to go get our salmon— oh, my god! i could make sushi?!” he chuckles. “no, my love. if you want sushi, i’ll just go buy some.”

you bite your lip, frowning and giving him your puppy eyes. “could you please?” you wrap your hands around his waist and you rest your chin against his chest. “of course, i can, baby.” he dips his head down and presses a peck on your pouty lips.

“—alright, hold on! hold on! i need another can of chaser, please.” you hold up your empty can of coca cola.

“another cola for the milf!” someone says making you giggle. “guys, i am not a milf.” someone pops a can open for you which makes you thank them.

“one more, mrs jeong. one more.” you groan as another filled up shot glass is placed in front of you. “is it the one from earlier?” they all chime in singing out a yes. “gross,” you frown, picking it up and sniffing it.

“i don’t want it.” you make a crying face while holding it out. “aw, cmon! drink it, drink it!” they chant making you huff. you pinch your nose before tossing the drink down your throat.

“what’s going on in here?” the voice making you spit out the strong liquid. everyone turns to the voice— it was your husband. jen stalks towards him with crossed arms and an annoyed smirk on her face.

“look at mrs jeong. look how drunk she is.” jaehyun pushes the bags more onto the counter and marches towards you.

you giggle, sliding off the stool. “hey, babe? what’s up? where’d you go—? woop!” you grunt when being yanked onto his shoulder. “hey— my stomach kind of hurts,” you slur, arms dangling lifelessly.

“sushi’s on the counter— eat, but save a pack or two for mrs jeong.” jaehyun says firmly and turns to leave. “hey, babe? i don’t think carrying me is a good idea? i might puke.” you giggle and burp as he stomps up the stairs.

“y’know, i kind of wanted sushi too— wooah!” you quickly flip onto your belly when jaehyun drops you onto the bed. “aw, you look so grumpy.” you bite your lip letting out a chuckle.

you hop off the bed and run to the closet. “babe, let’s go to bed. you’re drunk.” jaehyun chokes up at laugh when seeing you appear with a cowboy hat. “yeehaw, baby.” you wink, dipping the front of your hat down.

“yeehaw, indeed.” he leans against the bed and smirks. “and i am not drunk, mr jeong. i’m in fact just having fun.” you cross your leg and you dip your upper half down. “oops, lost my hat.” you pick your hat up and you plop it back onto your head.

“now, let this cowgirl show you how good she can ride.” you stroll towards him with a sexy unstable walk which makes him giggle. “baby, you’re drunk.” he hugs your waist and lays his hands on your ass.

you smack his hand with a tut. “didnt i say that i wasn’t?” you say with a southern accent. jaehyun giggles.

“now, get on the bed mister.” you demand. jaehyun licks his lips and climbs onto the bed just as you wanted.

you follow him after he plops onto his back. “gonna show you that i’m a good rider.” you wink, grabbing the bag and tossing it off.

you lean down and you attach your mouth onto his neck. jaehyun groans, running his hands everywhere on your body. until he feels you still— he gently shakes you. “baby? my love?” he lifts you by pushing your shoulders to see you asleep with plumped lips.

he flips the two of you and places your head on the pillow before he brings the blanket up to your chest. “goodnight, idiot.” he kisses your forehead and then the lights shut off.

jen and her friends ended up having a sleepover when too drunk to drive home. jaehyun woke up twice when hannie woke up crying because of the loudness.

the couple woke up with hannie who looked as if she hadn’t slept in days. jaehyun ran to the store and bought some stuff to have a small barbecue party.

jen and her friends stayed and partied in the pool, blasting music and living their teenage life.

“mrs jeong! come join us! show us the young body you have!” you giggle in a shy way. “oh, guys. my body has stretch marks. it isn’t.. young as your guys.” they all groan in disappointment.

“cmon, mrs jeong! just for a bit?” you bite your lip and you look back at jaehyun who’s busy bobbing his head to the music. “alright. just for a bit.” you stand up making them cheer as you undo your beach robe.

you walk over to jaehyun and you place a hand above his lower back. “love, i’m gonna go swim for a bit. watch hannie?” he nods and leans his cheek over to you and you lean in for a kiss. “thanks, love you.” he grins. “love you too.”

you let out a raspberry before slowly taking your silk robe off. “yes, mrs jeong is comin’ in!” someone cheers as you step in and toss your robe to the side.

“it’s kind of cold.” you run your hands through your hair. “hey babe? can you turn the heat up for the pool? just a little?” he nods and goes inside.

“mrs jeong has a body of a babe.” you chuckle, slipping more into the pool. “woo, lord.” you shiver as goosebumps grow on your arms.

“wow, mrs jeong. you’ve been hiding that gorgeous body this whole time? behind all mr jeongs clothes. wow you have an amazing body.” you chuckle again, cheeks hurting from all the smiling.

after swimming for about 10 minutes, you climbed out and joined hannie in her playpen.

“mrs jeong is hot.” a friend of jen expresses which jen tsk’s at. “no she isn’t. she’s almost thirty. an old lady.” jen sneers as she throws daggers towards you.

“she’s got a hell of a body for an old lady.” jen elbows the friend who just shrugs.

jaehyun bites his tongue as he trots towards you. “my love.” he says through his gritted teeth. “yeah?” you lift your eyes up to him and you push your sunglasses onto your head.

“look at them drooling over you.” he clenches his jaw making you cup his face. “it’s fine. they can stare all they want but i’m staring at you.” he grins a little and leans down, pressing his lips onto yours.

“you’re a tease.” he squints his eyes. “me, a tease?” you press a hand on your chest. “yes, you. the biggest fucking tease of all. you wearing that sexy fucking two piece. do you know how hard it is to hold back from pouncing on you?” you giggle and shake your head.

“well, maybe we can get out groove on tonight when jen and her friends leave.” you suggest.

“or,” he emphasizes. “we could have them watch hannie for a bit and we could sneak inside for a bit? five minutes?” you look back at the group who were eating watermelon.

“five minutes? what’re you gonna do in five minutes?” you ask the man with a tilted head. “i can do so many things within that time span. gonna make you cum first.” he winks making you gasp in a playful way.

“jen? could you be a dear and watch hannie for.. like five, ten minutes? we’re gonna find more meat— we ran out.” jen nods and stalks over.

you nod to the house and jaehyun raises his eyebrows with a sly grin.

and boy, he did so much within those seven minutes.