#K now go back to bed grandpa

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"I wish you had let the overlord take me-" The younger oni started off quietly, the slightest tremor betraying his feelings the moment he looked at his paw. The timid remark dying on his tongue as a helpless murmur grew into something louder and more desperate, "I wish you had left me to the oni!"

Before the old oni could offer him their hand, they found their eyes had met his own as he tore his gaze up from his unweilding limbs and cumbersome body. His eyes failing to hide the years of amounted torment and struggle all compacted into a simple journey through the realm! "I CAN FEEL THIS BODY DYING ALL AROUND ME!" Garmadon sobbed, his screech of dismay faltering into nothing but a whine that torn Mystaké's heart open. What seemed to be more like a pup by comparison to their millennias' worth of life was a man stripped of his pride and purpose, offered little more than a lie to repay him for his broken and failing body..

He was no emperor. And he certainly did not make for a convincing monster.

"I cannot turn you into something you are not.." Mystaké frowned to themselves as she knelt down infrong of the weeping soul they had come to love like their own child. "I cannot turn you into a true destructor." They hushed him, large but soft claws grabbing the mop of ivory hair beneath their paw, pulling Garmadon in for a hug that he would never slighted his pride for..

They watched the creases in his face, and alabaster markings crinkled like old parchment as he failed to conceal countless more pain striken sobs.. his battered form looking small and fragile like moulted skin abandoned by some serpent; a husk of a beast now as strong as paper to be caught in the winds of a storm..

[tonycries]

Welcome To The Itadori's! - C.K.

Synopsis. Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

Pairing. Best friend! Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, cameos from the Itadori’s (Yuji, Jin, grandpa, SUKUNA), smút only when they’re adults, first times, oral (female receiving), cúnnilingus, marking, rough, Choso’s a bit mean in bed, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 5.0k

A/N. The unc-kuna brainrot got me here, Yuji’s family tree is HILARIOUS.

“You’ve never what?”  

“I mean, yeah? So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Maybe he was. Maybe he wasn’t. Whatever the answer was, Choso could only pray that no one walked into your apartment right now.

---

Choso swears his family is well and fully intent on ruining every waking moment with you. 

He’s convinced even, at this point. Because in the 13 long years of being inseparable from you - ever since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - Choso’s racked up more interruptions than he’s seen on those k-dramas that his grandfather swears he doesn’t watch.

It was like some cosmic joke, really. All he wanted was a moment with just the two of you…and maybe a second or two to confess his undying love. But that didn’t seem too realistic when the Itadori’s were a bit of a packaged deal, unfortunately.  

Alas, Choso’s resigned himself to accept the fact that maybe - just maybe - this was the universe’s way of telling him that his pretty best friend was indeed too good for him. Something he’s suspected ever since the both of you were eight.

The realization had hit him like a semi-truck back then - five of them, in fact. And a whole zoo of animals afterward.

Of course, it’s not like that was any secret. He always thought you were perfect from the second you’d moved in - that new family next door he’d been eagerly waiting ages to arrive. And Choso, being the dutiful oldest son, was the one to deliver welcome cookies to your doorstep. Stumbling, and carefully trying to reach for the doorbell without dropping any. 

“Um, welcome to-”

“Your hair’s funny.”

Now, Choso’s never greeted neighbors before, but it surely wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why was he being insulted by some little girl - you were missing a few teeth, and his had just grown back in so obviously he was much older and wiser. All unapologetic smiles and twinkling eyes as you blink up curiously at his space buns. Pretty, even when you were tearing his heart out because hey, he thought this hairstyle was cool, okay?

Which is what had him huffing and puffing back home, running straight into the arms of his dad while he tried not to cry. That is, until you came knocking at his door with your parents. Very much bawling and pulling him into a bone-crushing hug with wet mumbles of “M’sorry, meant your hair’s very cool. Wanna match-”

And, if his cheeks burned just a bit, well, Choso blamed the tears. 

After a disaster like that, of course you’d grow to be best friends within the day. 

But what that didn’t explain was when - after hours of bickering over whether to play tag or house - you were all tuckered out and sat beside him in a corner of his room, too exhausted to talk his ear off. Head lolling once. Twice. Falling softly onto his shoulder.

Oh. 

Now, Choso might just be having the first epiphany of his entire, grueling eight years in this world - that you were very, very pretty fast asleep with your head on his shoulder. 

Why? Why were you here barging into his life and turning it upside down? Calling him your “new best friend” and dragging him along wherever you went. It made his poor head absolutely spin, not daring to move a muscle so that you didn’t wake up and see this tiny predicament.

He didn’t know why. But what he did know was that he found himself subconsciously reaching for your hand, a strange little part of himself wanting to see how much smaller they were than his. They looked so soft and warm and-

“I WANNA PLAY T- Oh.”

Oh indeed. He hastily lurches away from you like it burned, hands raised like he was caught red-handed. Feeling slightly sorry when he sees you blinking away the sleep to take in your surroundings, eyes bouncing off of a very excited Yuji and resting on the clock.

“Oh no. Mommy’s gonna be mad.” you gasp, hastily getting up. And he feels a weird pang as you quickly dust down your dress, running out the door with a laughed out, “Bye, Yuji! See ya later, Cho~!”

“Bye, crybaby.”

And then it’s quiet. Only Choso still staring after you, and Yuji staring at his older brother, somewhat awestruck and wondering only one thing-

“Big bro, why are you so red?”

Choso doesn’t think he’s gotten a moment alone with you since that first initial meeting. 

Fourteen was definitely the worst, in his opinion.

“Hey, Cho, y’know the girl sitting next to me in math said she had her first kiss today.”

“Oh.” It’s all Choso can manage to get out, paying more attention than he should to the gravel beneath him as he tries not to trip over air beside you. Hot under his uniform collar at the sudden shift in conversation from the usual after-school banter. 

Looping your arm with his, you heave out a playful sigh, “I wonder what that feels like. Have you ever thought about it?” 

No, but Choso has never thought that he’d be here - face burning at your body pressed up against his. Just knowing that his ancestors above are laughing at what a loser he is, barely able to stammer out an answer to your question. 

Okay, maybe he was being dramatic. Because it wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about kissing before - it’s just that whenever it popped into his mind, you were usually accompanying him. Along with those strange thoughts of whether your lips are as soft as they looked? Or would your heartbeat be as fast as-

“Man, are you even listening?” 

Shit. 

Your hand waving in front of Choso’s face brings him back to reality. Blinking hastily, he tries to gather his thoughts, mumbling out a quick, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought.” averting his gaze as he feels the heat rise to his cheeks at your intense gaze.

Your smile only widens, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you nudge his side. “Thinking so hard about kissing, huh? Cho, you lecher!” 

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Am not.”

“Am to.”

“Who were you imagining it with, huh? Gonna give ‘em a big smooch tomorrow?”

God, you were going to be the death of him. “N-no! I haven’t even- shut up, crybaby, it’s not like-” he sputters out useless protests over your laughter - his favorite song, even when you were teasing the hell out of him. But ah how you relish in his embarrassment, tittering out little giggles all the way until you’re steering him onto your lane. 

Choso, on the other hand, keeps wishing the ground would swallow him up more and more with each step towards his porch. He’d have broken into a sprint right then if he hadn’t known you and the way you’d race him there instead.

“Alright.” you declare once you’re stood at his front door, jolting Choso out of his reverie. And he’s barely opening his mouth to register your words before you plowing on confidently. “We’ll just have to practice our first kisses with each other.”

Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

The final nail on his coffin. You might as well have planted a bombshell right in the middle of his already-chaotic world with the way he was reeling in- shock? Fear? Anticipation?

“Practice.” Choso whispers, more to himself than you. Yet you nod anyway, eyes locked with his like you were studying his reaction. “For…practice.”

Doubt starts to creep into your pretty features, “Well, we don’t have to if you do-”

“No no no no, I want- ahem.” he cringes at the pathetic desperation in his voice. Desperately trying to scramble back some semblance of sanity as he clears his throat, “I want to. Just-” Choso urgently looks around for- ah, there it is. 

Dragging over the brick from the side of his porch because goddammit he might be 14 but he sure hadn’t hit that growth spurt yet. “Practice, right?”

You nod with a fiery determination that, later on, would make Choso chuckle with fondness. Muttering out a firm, “Practice.” Letting the boy in front of you nervously leans closer, breath fanning your face. And shit if you were nervous then you didn’t show it, but Choso felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. 

Brows furrowing in concentration, eyes only squinting ever-so-slightly as he takes peaks at how pretty you looked. Close enough that he could count every lash as your pretty eyes closed shut, lips glistening with that strawberry chapstick you loved, puckering adorably. Only inching closer and-

Click! 

“You two are so cute! But um- dear, how do you mute this thing?”

You spring apart so fast that Choso wouldn’t be surprised if you’d teleported. He doesn’t even know what’s happening before, from the safety of about three meters away from him, you’re muttering out an embarrassed little, “Hi there, Mr. Itadori. The gardenia are coming along nicely.”

His dad smiles like he hadn’t just starred in what was likely Choso’s villain origin story. Waving happily, “Aww, thank you, sweetheart. Now, why don’t you two go back to doing your lil’ thing and I can ah- practice my photography.”

“Dad, I’m running away.”

That practice kiss never happens. And, well, if there was a proudly framed photo down the hallway of the two of you - with Choso absolutely bright red and standing comically on a brick to meet your height, faces nervously scrunching towards each other - well, neither of you ever mention it. Jin Itadori does, though - every time you come over, in fact. 

It’s only when you’re both eighteen, when Choso’s a lot deeper in his feelings - and only slightly less embarrassed about it - that he thinks that maybe not all family interruptions were that bad. 

Graduation was…something. Not exactly something that he’s sure if he’ll ever want to relive with the sheer amount of awkward photos and tears that his dad lets out. God if he has to shuffle into another-

“You alright, Cho?”

Ah. 

Traitorously, a smile makes its way onto his face, peering down at your beaming face. Both of you having made it way past the awkward early teens. Well, at least you certainly have - Choso still feels like the same awkward little boy with an even more awkward crush. “Hm? Yeah, m’great.” 

“Are ya sure? Because you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm any second now.” you raise a brow teasingly. Ah, how gorgeous you were - even when you’re picking him apart. 

“Yeah. Great. Only had this smile plastered on for the last five hours.”

“Aww, but you look so pretty smiling.” you shrug, with the audacity of someone that didn’t just have Choso’s knees dangerously weak. “Anyway- A bunch of us are gonna try to convince ol’ Yaga to let us take photos with his shades, you wanna come?”

“You think m’pretty?” he muses, embarrassingly late.

“Cho.”

“Yaga. Shades. Got it.” Choso mock salutes, drinking in the little laugh it startles out of you, eyes sparkling with mischief and looking right into his soul. Beautiful. You were always beautiful. 

And Choso can’t just stand around and do nothing about it.

“Crybaby, look, I-” Fists clenching, he takes a steadying breath. The heat only rising to his cheeks at your awaiting gaze, “I…”

“HEY, GRANDPA HELPED STEAL YAGA’S SHADES LET’S TAKE A PIC-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ITADORI. YOU’RE RUINING A MOMENT, LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT.”

“I don’t know either of you two.”

It would be a miracle for a moment not to be ruined with two overly-energetic first-years (and a very reluctant Fushiguro) pushing their way into your little bubble. Choso bites back a groan as you’re immediately swarmed by a bickering Kugisaki and Yuji, one apologizing for “ruining your k-drama moment” and the other trying to get you to put on some sunglasses. Well, at least he could empathize with the black-haired boy, who gave him an apologetic nod. 

He’s only halfway through waving off the interruption before a voice speaks up from his side. “Why didn’t you say it?”

Whirling around, Choso comes face-to-face with the disappointed look on his grandfather’s face. Already having some idea of what you mean, “Wha-”

“I may be old but m’not deaf, yet, boy. Why didn’t ya tell her?” he sighs, tilting his head to where you were wearing those shades and taking ridiculous pictures with two animated first-years. 

“I don’t know what you-”

“M’not blind, either. Quite frankly I’m insulted.”

And, well, if there’s anyone that he can’t hide from - it would be his grandfather. So he heaves out a defeated sigh, touselling his hair while muttering out a pathetic little, “M’not- Ugh, she’s too fuckin’ perfect and I…I chickened out.”

Choso doesn’t know what he expected in response but it definitely wasn’t for his grandfather to laugh. Full, and raspy - loud enough that even you stop to stare. “Thought so, idiot boy.” he chuckles, drawing indignant protests. “Did she tell you?”

Raising a brow, “What?”

“Did she tell you that you weren’t good ‘nough for her?”

“No, but-” Whatever protest on the tip of Choso’s tongue is cut off by a rough hand smacking his back in what he thinks is reassurance, but felt more like a punishment for being such a pussy around you all these years. 

“Then go. Ya might just be surprised. After all, you’re my grandson, and all the ladies at bingo love me.”

Shaking with both adrenaline and the effort to keep that image out of his mind, he makes his way towards you. Purposeful. Pointedly ignoring the matching smirks flashed his way. 

“You really think they’ll finally get together today?” Fushiguro deadpans from where he’d snuck up beside the old man, in an attempt to escape the public nuisances he calls ‘friends’. 

Choso’s grandfather hums thoughtfully, watching the scene play out before him - Choso flushed such a delicate shade of pink as you playfully put Yaga’s sunglasses on him. Settling on a gruff, “I’ll give it a few months more. He’s my grandson, after all.”

“That’s generous. I’d give it a couple years more.”

“Wanna bet, brat?”

“...”

Safe to say, his second button ended up safely in your hands that day. But Fushiguro would be the one to really win the bet. 

Because it was only 2 years, 4 months and 3 weeks after this little incident that Choso finally had you exactly where he wanted - with no interruptions. All for him. 

Freshly twenty one, splayed out on your apartment bedroom and having a conversation that he never in a million years would’ve even dared to imagine he’d have - with you of all people. All because of that stupid R-rated film you’d put on for movie night. 

“You’ve never what?” you gape, turning down the volume to those painfully fake moans coming from the tv.

Oh, how gorgeous you looked - all shocked and batting your lashes up at him in surprise. Choso almost swoons inwardly (and outwardly) before he realizes that shit you were probably waiting for an answer.

“I mean, yeah?” he sputters out, cheeks heating up as you lean in closer to hear him. Close. “So what if I’ve never…uh-” eyes darting to the erotic scene on-screen. “M’surely not missing out on that much.”

Goddammit, some strange, carnal part of himself twinges dangerously at the little smirk that curls your lips. One that he quickly - and embarrassingly - realizes has the blood rushing straight to his cock. Humming a low, “Maybe. Maybe not.” The mattress dips slightly as you shift closer, lips ghosting his ear. “Want me to help you find out?”

Which is, well, how Choso found himself shoved against the armrest. Blanket thrown on the floor now, swollen cock leaking furiously through his pants as your pretty lil’ cunt hovers above his mouth. So wet that if he stuck his tongue out he could have you dripping all onto him. 

“Y-you sure about this, sweetheart?” he hisses despite his hands looping around your thighs, bringing you closer to him.

You raise a brow, “Are you sure, Cho?”

He should say no. He should laugh this all off as a bad joke. He shouldn’t ruin this friendship - but oh how badly he wants just a taste of your dripping pussy - see if she’s as sweet as the rest of you is. So, throwing caution to the wind, Choso nods slowly. “Yes. Want it s’bad.”

Grinning wickedly, you whisper, “Thought so.” And then he’s pulling you onto his mouth, hot and urgent.

“Oh fuck-” he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head at the first taste of your sweet sweet juices. “Shit shit shit.” So sloppily licking up your swollen folds - barely moving with any method or patience, just that he’s drunk on your pussy and wants more more more-

“Hngh- f-fuck. You sure this is your hah- first time, Cho?” you gasp breathlessly. And oh your best friend was so fucking beautiful. Dark hair untied and tousled, eyes half-hooded, your slick already smearing across the bottom half of his face and trickling down his jaw because shit he was so messy. So addicted to that desperate expression on your face that he just can’t help but tease you a little bit. 

“Mhm?” he smirks, tongue swirling around your pulsing clit. Purposefully missing right where you wanted him the most because shit he loved those cute lil’ whines spilling out of you. 

You let out a huff, hips trying pathetically to inch him closer - but Choso wasn’t budging. Holding you so firmly by the hips that you’re sure he leaves bruises, licking all over your cunt except for your clit. “Cho.” you warn. Brows furrowing in frustration at the way he bats his long lashes up at you so deceivingly innocently, “What?”

“You know…”

“I don’t.” he titters teasingly into your pussy. 

“Choso.”

Now, Choso’s known and seen everything there is to do with you - but never like this. Spread open shamefully and pouting so adorably on top of him, so needy for him. It made his head spin to think of just how much the dynamics had shifted. 

Shit, he really should’ve watched that godforsaken movie with you sooner. “Tell me what you want, crybaby.”

And oh how his cock twitches at the way you manage to get out an embarrassed little, “Wan’ you to ngh- tonguefuck me properly. Wanna cum on your pretty face, Cho.”

And that’s all that’s said before he’s surging forward, glossy lips wrapping around your pulsing clit to suck harshly. Rolling his soft tongue over and over-

“Wanted this for so long.” Choso mutters, muffled as he buries himself deeper into your pretty pussy. The vibrations sending white-hot pleasure running down your spine. “You have absolutely no idea, pretty.”

And you barely even have the time to register his little confession before Choso’s moving down to bully his tongue past your folds. Nose pressing against your throbbing clit as he dips into your sloppy hole. 

“Oh shit. Jus’ like that.” For a beginner, your best friend really knew what he was doing. Eating you out like his favorite meal, tongue squeezing into your snug pussy to thrust in and out, swipe against your walls, stretching you out right to his will. Over and over-

“Use me.”

Your eyes snap down to meet the pure adoration in his eyes as he makes out filthily with your cunt. Choking out a little, “What?”

“Use me.”

There it was again - that strained little mantra. And as if to prove his point, Choso reaches out to deftly place your hands on his head, bucking into you touch. 

And, well, how could you say no to that?

Because before you know it, you’re bunching Choso’s soft strands in your fists. Angling him just right to ride his pretty face. “C’mon, Cho. Ngh- H-harder, jus’ a bit- Oh!” he just devours the way your mouth drops into an adorable little oh! as his tongue curls deftly against that one spot. Again and again. Letting himself be so used, dragging your dripping cunt harder on his mouth. 

And he likes it. Hell, he loves it even - because you’re so sweet n’ pretty on his mouth. Better than everything he’s ever been dreaming of for the past few years. And always in his dreams, you’d be clenching so deliciously around his tongue when you were close - just like right now. 

So he speeds up his movements, breathing you in maddeningly. A hand snaking down from it’s favorite place on your hips to draw quick, frenzied little circles on your poor, ravaged clit. Jaw almost aching with how filthily he was dripping in and out of your entrance - be he did give a shit. Only wanting to have you breathless and creaming all over his face.

You jerk violently on top of him, “Hah! S’too much, Cho. M’so close- gonna cum- gonna-”

And then you’re cumming. Fast, and hard. 

Plushy walls clamping down on Choso’s tongue, hips stuttering on his face as he laps up all your juices, an arm around your waist helping you ride his face through your high. 

“S’sweet. Could get used to that.” he slurs into your cunt. Tipping his head back as far as it’d go to let the last of your juices slide down his throat. “Better than I imagined.”

The words ring in your ears as you blink back your vision. Deliriously whirling down to look down at Choso - still beneath you and looking more smug and content than you’d ever seen him. “Imagination? S’that why you’re so good.”

“No.”

You’re being flipped before you know it. Manhandled so easily by your best friend as he lays you on your back, sinking into the cushion while he looms above you. “S’jus’ that…” grunting as he flings his shirt off, “Been dreaming of your pretty cunt on m’tongue for years.”

Okay, now his confession hits - more than it did when he was tonguefucking you into insanity, anyway. 

“Years, huh?” you breathe out, eyes roaming all over his sculpted torso. Taking in every dip and curve of Choso’s toned abs - all the way from his broad shoulders to the rock-hard cock straining against his pants. As if in a trance, your hand reaches out to cup his leaking erection, “S’that all you’ve been dreaming of?”

“You little minx.” he lets out a low hiss. 

Before you can even react, Choso’s fumbling with that belt - cursing because shit, he’d have worn sweatpants instead if he knew they’d end up on your floor. 

And you’re not any better, fingers popping open his buttons and tugging impatiently and oh- You always thought that your best friend would have a big dick - but this?  He was so intimidatingly long - and thick enough that you wondered whether you’d hurt yourself. Fat tip flushed such a pretty shade of pink to match his cheeks, leaking down down down, all the way to his heavy balls. 

You’re only jolted out of your little reverie by Choso spitting a steady stream of spit onto your quivering cunt, spreading it lazily across your pussy with his thumb. A ringed fist pumping his cock slowly, as he drags his tip across your folds, pooling your sweet juices. Muttering out a raspy, “I’ll be gentle.”

“You better not be, now jus’ fuck me-”

Well, you didn’t have to ask Choso twice. Because you’ve barely gotten the words out before he’s bullying massive cock into your tight cunt. Pressing in inch by fucking inch as you gasp and buck underneath him. 

“Shhh, s’okay, crybaby. This is what you wanted, right?” he mumbles, with all the audacity of someone that wasn’t fucking into you in rapid, mindless little jabs to fit inside your snug lil’ pussy. Struggling to hold back at this point. “Wanted to be split apart on m’cock?”

You were so full of him. Even more so when he throws your legs over his shoulders, bending all the way down and folding you in half so easily beneath him. 

He drinks in the barely-lucid squeal that leaves your swollen lips. Kissing your forehead gently, whispering against the skin, “Because I’ve wanted this for so fucking long.”

And then it was like something snapped - maybe his sanity, maybe the restraint that Choso’s been holding back for too long. Because immediately he’s plunging his throbbing cock into you - all the way till his balls, all angry and squeezing so painfully, smacks against your ass. 

“Wanted this.” he rasps into your open mouth. His hips were out of control now, thrusting you in shallow, desperate rams. Pounding into you like a man possessed, and running his mouth just as much. He laces his fingers on top of your head, pushing you down even deeper into his relentless cock - as if the bastard wasn’t fucking you dumb already. “Fuckin’ needed this needed this. Shit- so bad.”

“Ch-Choso- fuck hah-” you plead as his mouth clashes with yours. All sloppy with teeth and spit and his profanities - and it felt so damn good. 

“Yeah? Who’s fucking you silly, now?” he’s going harder now, tip hitting your poor cervix over and over. And you’d be sobbing at the burn and the stretch but all you can think of is shit this is Choso - the kid you used to play hide and seek with. And now he seems fully intent on breaking you. “Say m’name.”

A rough thumb starts toying with your clit, in time with the cute lil’ whines of his name that escape your mouth like a prayer. “Shit. Y’look so pretty like this.” he babbles. “Gonna cry, pretty girl?” smirking down at the way you were too cockdrunk to even snap back, only looking up at him with delirious, teary eyes. “Be a crybaby for my cock?”

You’re tugging on his hair, thighs shaky and bucking upwards. “Cho-”

“Mhm?”

“W-wanna cum. Need you to fill m’up till I can’t take it anymore.”

Oh if Choso was any lesser man he’d have cum right then and there. Instead settling for a guttural groan, drunk off the way you were milking his cock so hard as if to prove your point. It almost made him want to stay like this forever. But no - not right now. 

“Oh yeah?” Hips becoming sloppy now, “Need it? Shit- m’so close.” Each word slurred, punctuated by a harsh thrust, strokes long and frenzied. Using your heavenly pussy like his personal fucktoy. So hard that he’s sure you’d have embarrassing matching bruises tomorrow - his balls on your ass, your nails raking down his shoulders.

“Me too- fuck fuck fuck-” you mewl into his neck, as Choso buried his face into yours. 

“Cum f’me, my girl.”

My girl. 

And then you are - and he is. And you don’t know who cums first, just that you’re seeing stars behind your eyes and Choso’s teeth digging into your neck as he thrusts once. Twice. Before cumming and cumming so hard he might as well have seen the pearly gates of heaven. And you were an angel.

Thick, hot ropes of cum that paint your walls white, so much that it gushes out of your poor overfilled pussy. Dripping down your legs and pooling into a sinful, creamy ring at his base. 

“Mm- shit. Choso.” you moan, barely audible over the lewd squelches from below. 

“M’here, my girl.” he grits out, voice shot. And it seems that that was his new favorite nickname, because Choso keeps murmuring it over and over as he keeps fucking his seed into you. Not even thinking about it at this point - just mindless, shallow grinds of his hips. 

In the haze of your orgasm, you think you hear his quiet voice, strained with exhaustion and something that you weren’t in the right state of mind to decipher right now. 

“Shhh, m’here. “Can’t believe I waited so fuckin’ long.” Whispering against your lips, “Love this. Love this pretty cunt.” Kissing softly, “Love the way y’take me. Fuckin’ made f’me.” And maybe even a soft little, “Love you.”

And maybe - just maybe, you whisper the same into his. Kissing him softly, exactly the way you’d wanted to all these years. 

Neither of you speak after that. Not when Choso’s hips stall, body sticky and collapsing onto yours. Nor do you speak when he pulls away with a playful nip to your lower lip - a promise. Searching through your clothes for a washcloth he can wipe yourselves clean with. 

It’s only when he settles back under the covers beside you, looking at you with such dark, hazy eyes - whirling with too many emotions to name - that the silence is broken. 

“Crybaby.”

“Cho.”

“Corny.”

“You started it.”

Chuckling, Choso pulls your body close to his. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two because shit now that he’s got you, he doesn’t think he ever wants to let you go. 

“Y’know…” he starts, “I think we should- I mean- if you want…” nervous now more than he was even after all that just transpired. Cheeks flaring as he meets your amused gaze, just daring him to go on - because you saw through him. You always did. “I lov-”

“Am I late for the mov- WHAT THE FUCK I ALWAYS KNEW BRATS WEREN’T JUST FRIENDS-”

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Itadori Family Groupchat + Two More

Dad: Hey, all. I can’t seem to get a hold of Choso to confirm tomorrow’s dinner plans. Can anyone else let me know if he’s ok? XX

-Jin.

Yuji <3: He’s probs at rhat “best friend movie night” still 

Dad: Hello, Yuji. What is a “probs”? XX

-Jin.

Kugisaki: He’s suspiciously quiet, though… Y’all think that “best friend movie night” is codeword for something else? 

Yuji <3: Better not be cuz Sukuna stole my sparw key sayin something ab crashing it idk

Kugisaki: *spare

And you just LET him?

Yuji <3: HE THREATENED TO BURN MY MEGAN THEE STALLION POSTER 

…

AND DID IT ANYWAY

Kugisaki: L

Fushiguro: L

Gramps: L

Sukuna (do not answer): DID Y’ALL KNOW THOSE TWO WERE FUCKIN????

*Fushiguro has left the chat*

Dad: :0

-Jin.

A/N. Spiritually, this is a crackfic idk.

[comatosebunny09]

personal headcanons | leon k.

genre(s): humor, romance, erotica, modern au warning(s): female reader in mind, language, age gap, self indulgent, fingering, oral, p in v, voice kink, mentions of choking, bodily fluids, dirty talk, pet names, mostly me being a horny spazz for this man, not proofread now playing: funny how time flies - janet jackson

‣ most of your jokes consist of poking fun at your age difference.

‣ seriously. gen x vs. gen y is strong with this one.

‣ prime example: you give him shit about his car still having a cassette player.

‣ “get with the times, grandpa.”

‣ “fuck off. it’s retro.”

‣ “you’re retro, old man.”

‣ thinks the fact you still watch cartoons is endearing.

‣ but, “what the fuck is adventure time?”

‣ will “back in my day” you until you roll your eyes and scoff, shutting him up with a kiss.

‣ has your back despite how often you call him old.

‣ like you’re not getting up there yourself—your aching back and knees!

‣ goes out of his way to bring you little trinkets and snacks when he goes on missions in other countries.

‣ it eats him up that he can’t divulge the secrets of his profession.

‣ never wants to hide anything from you; you make him want to give you the world.

‣ but he knows he has to keep some secrets to protect you.

‣ you love him nonetheless.

‣ tug on his little heartstrings when you fall asleep on the phone with him.

‣ or when he catches you between sleep and consciousness on the couch when he’s had another late night around the office.

‣ secretly loves whisking you off to bed like some knight in shining armor.

‣ ridiculously gentle despite his imposing figure and calloused hands.

‣ sometimes riddled with those intrusive thoughts of choking you because he knows he could crush you with how small you are compared to him.

‣ not like you’d complain—sometimes, you ask him to lose a little control.

‣ and that scares him shitless because, who made you like this?

‣ despite how badly he wants to show you how much he’s missed you, he lets you sleep.

‣ holds you tight while you sink below the depths of unconsciousness.

‣ because sometimes, letting you go feels like you’ll disappear in a plume of smoke.

‣ but when you awaken before the sun…

‣ oh, it’s on.

‣ because you think you’re so slick, rutting your little ass against him in the wee hours of the morning.

‣ challenge: accepted.

‣ knows what his voice does to you. how the low rumble of it makes you clench and stutter.

‣ and when you rub your thighs together to ward off that fuzzy rush of endorphins between them…

‣ fuck.

‣ “did somebody miss me?” he croons, his stubble coarse in the junction of your shoulder as he litters your neck with kisses and holds your chin in his massive hand.

‣ loves to tease you into submission.

‣ will touch and suckle everywhere except where you want him the most.

‣ and he will do this for hours until you growl for him to “stop being a little shit.”

‣ “thought you were sleepin’, baby.”

‣ plays with your pretty nipples until they’re pebbled and straining against your clothes.

‣ flitters his tongue over them, groaning because you taste and feel so goddamn good.

‣ spreads you open like a flower with long, languid strokes of his fingers.

‣ and the sticky glide of your cunt against his fingertips makes his dick jump.

‣ “makin’ a mess for me already, love? so fuckin’ cute, aren’t you?”

‣ alternates between circling your clit and testing the barrier of your sticky, slutty little pussy hole depending on how your body responds to him.

‣ because when you undulate your hips against him in response, he soaks his joggers with pre-spend.

‣ will make you cum at least thrice on his hand.

‣ and will keep fucking you through your orgasms because, who told you to feel this good?

‣ until you beg him for something more filling.

‣ can give you a solid two rounds in pound-town.

‣ he’s not as young as he used to be, god dammit. cut ‘em some slack.

‣ apologetic if he cums before you, though he makes it his mission to ensure you get yours first.

‣ but will finish you off with his mouth if you so please.

‣ eating you out is his favorite pastime. he gets hard all over again just from being between your legs.

‣ will twine your fingers together and maintain some semblance of eye contact while he unravels you with his mouth.

‣ and will groan into your cunt to let you know how appreciative he is for the meal.

‣ vocal af.

‣ will continue until your thighs clamp down on his face, signaling him to “s-stop. to-too much.”

‣ god forbid he’s in a teasing mood because you’ll have to punch him to get him to stop.

‣ but, you’re irresistible when you beg, and—

‣ fuck. he’s suddenly up for round 3.

‣ aftercare is immaculate.✨

‣ has a hard time keeping up with your energy sometimes.

‣ but will definitely heft you up with one hand as he walks you into the house to kiss you stupid against the wall of your entryway.

‣ will definitely dance on the table with you in his underwear.

‣ and indulges you in your childish requests—pillow fort? he’s down.

‣ content with just existing in your presence.

‣ you’re his vice; his kryptonite.

‣ and he’s hopelessly romantic for you.

‣ because you have him doing all the cliche shit. kissing in the rain. swinging hands on the beach, walking into the sunset. sporadically showing up at your job with flowers and takeout.

‣ grabbing your ass in public to let everyone know that yes, this old man’s hittin’ that.

‣ he’s head over heels for you.

‣ and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

‣ because you make him feel something he thought himself dead to for years.

[songmingisthighs]

Oddeleny

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ch. xx - plan z

ghost!yeosang × reader

wc: 1.4 k

genre : ghost!au

rating, warning : mature; crude jokes and filthy language, mentions of attempted murder, depiction of trauma (described) fear, hitting

buy me coffee ?

a connection once had, broken with the expectation that the ending is final. but life has an odd proclivity of making attachments from detachments. in the end, we don't know what we lost until we look at what we have

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears and the vibration was so prominent that you were sure that it was beating right against your skin.

You were never a fan of hospitals what with the two most traumatic experiences of your life happened at the hospital. The first one was when your grandfather was officially pronounced dead and your parents blamed you for your 'negligence'. You were a child, you thought your grandpa was napping, it was just a freak situation that had your parents been there too, they wouldn't have been able to foresee or avoid. The second one was when your parents dragged you by the collar of your uniform (literally) to apologize to Yeosang for almost killing him and seeing Yeosang avoiding your gaze, not even acknowledging you nor the fact that your father had you bowing to the floor so harshly that there was a bruise on your forehead. Not even your sobs and your apology which ultimately became the ammo they wield in their weapon to get you thrown out of school because it was a "confession". Coercion was never questioned and the fact that no one was backing you up because you were an outcast didn't help.

So now, back in the hospital with an unconscious Yeosang in front of you started stirring some anxiety back. You hesitated to make a move because Yeosang's unchanging look made you think that something bad was going to happen. As ridiculous as it was, you did think that your parents would suddenly barge in and throw you to the floor and force you to beg for forgiveness again.

"What are you doing?"

The voice from your phone almost gave you a heart attack but thankfully you recovered immediately. "What the hell is wrong with you?" you hissed as you brought your phone to your face and glared at Yeosang who was on the screen, "What did I tell you about suddenly showing your face like this? I almost shat myself you asshole." Yeosang cringed and shook his head, "Yeah, that's not something I need to know. Why are you just standing there?" you look between your screen and the body lying on the bed a couple of times before answering, "This is a lot freaky for me, okay? To be honest, until 2 minutes ago, I still believed that you were not in a coma and were just pranking me to extort something out of me." Thankfully, Yeosang was understanding to your predicament, only nodding and letting you take steps forward at your own pace until you stood next to his physical body.

"Okay, so how are we doing this?" you asked, "Do I just... Plug you in?" you looked around to see if there was any way you could... Transfer? Him? "Do you think this is like a data transfer?" he asked, unsure as well. "I don't know what this is like, it's not like your soul came with an instruction," you deadpanned and he rolled his eyes, "I'm equally stumped so let's not be snarky," you couldn't help but mock him because while he had a point, it was annoying.

Without thinking, you tried a bunch of stuff from putting the phone in his hand to pressing the phone on his forehead, both the front and back. This made Yeosang sigh loudly, "Do you think I'm Bluetooth transferable or NFT readable or something?" he sounded exasperated you couldn't blame him because his body was just there and he was so close to returning but you were trying your best. "Hey, at least I'm trying here. I'm risking A LOT to be here and it's not like you're giving out ideas on what to do!" you exclaimed angrily. Yeosang opened his mouth to answer but you held a hand up, "No, you listen to me first. I'm doing this out of the kindness of my own heart and you're just pressuring me to try and try and try and I am trying and I'm so pissed at you for only bitching and not doing anything to help either of us in this situation!" "I would help if I could but my movements and reach are VERY restricted! I'm scared, okay? I can see the way I'm just right there and it looks like I'm just sleeping but I'm not! My soul is stuck in a tin can like sardines!" he fought back.

Although you wanted to respond, something he said struck you and an idea popped up.

You slapped Yeosang's physical body and the Yeosang that was in your monitor reeled from the impact.

"Hey!" he exclaimed and he was about to angrily tell you off when he realized that he felt something. "Oh my God, what did you do?" he asked, now amazed. So you tried again, this time slapping him from the other side and he responded accordingly, reeling to the other side.

"Can you feel that?" you asked, amazed at the reaction. When Yeosang nodded, you hit him again and this time his physical body stirred at the same time your screen started glitching. "Yes!" you exclaimed loudly.

Your phone became even more glitchy despite you not hitting Yeosang's physical body but for a moment, you truly believed that he was about to wake up. "One more! (y/n), one more!" Yeosang's voice boomed from your phone and despite the cracking and delay, you could hear what he said.

So you did as told.

Hoping that this was it, you slapped Yeosang's physical body again and this time, you saw his eyes fluttered open slowly.

For the first time in almost one and a half decades, you were looking into the eyes of someone who you used to care for a lot. You had once thought that seeing Yeosang again would be painful, that you would hate it and that you would probably want to run away from it. But no, all you felt was glad and you couldn't help but crack a smile the same time Yeosang almost too.

But, your feeling was right.

All of a sudden, the door barged open and you were suddenly yanked back while someone, in a flash, headed over to Yeosang's side to reach over to the buttons above his head and pressed something that made an alarm ring. You looked up to see a face that cursed you at your last meeting and in fear, you turned to look at Yeosang. Your heart sank when you saw that his eyes were back to being closed as if he hadn't just opened his eyes merely seconds ago.

The chaos that erupted caused your ears to ring because all you could think about was how you came so close to getting Yeosang back only for it to fail so miserably.

You didn't even know what happened until you were grabbed by the shoulders and shook violently.

"Was the first attempt not enough for you?"

It was confusing. It took a moment for you to focus but when you did you were met with the face of the other person who cursed you at your last meeting.

Yeosang's mom was hitting you as his dad handed you over to a nurse who immediately escorted you out.

"I- I was-" you tried defending yourself but his mom kept following and hitting you, "I saw you! I saw you hit him! You wanted to kill him because you failed last time, you wretched girl! How can you live with yourself? How can you do this to someone innocent?"She cried, screamed, really which then became an announcement to the whole VIP coma ward, allowing people who were in the hallway to stare and whisper while the people in the other rooms who got curious stepped out to see the commotion.

Noises mingling together between Yeosang's mom's screams of hurtful accusation at you, his dad who was trying to get her to go see if their son was okay, Yunho and Jongho who did their to shield you from the impact while telling Yeosang's mom to back off, and Hongjoong who clawed the nurse off of you so he could cover you instead.

Your head was buzzing and there were pins and needles prickling your fingertips. So you closed your eyes and let your friends take you away, you let them lead you to wherever you needed to go because, at that moment, you were not the you that had grown. At that moment, you were the 12-year-old middle school student who got accused of attempted murder.

And it was terrifying.

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[wonik1ss]

✦ 9 lives — ❝ seol sullyoon ❞

[ you're not for sale, woah-oh-oh ]

synopsis • for 8 lives you and seol yoon a have meet and never interacted, meaning you would die without ever meeting your sole mate until you walked into the pet shop and saw her standing there ( 1.1k ) imagine / fluff a lil sad but happy ending so :) < song : not for sale - enhypen >

a/n : spoiler ! gra gra boom bitch x2

“in this world if not by your ninth life you find your one.. the one that lights up your life.. makes you happy all the time..!”

“mom the road!”

“will always be here.. but you won’t! just humor your birth giver for a sec kid”

“this ‘kid’ is thirteen.. I’m basically an adult..”

“ya.. so we need to talk about this.. you have eighteen years to find your one before you die..”

“graphic”

“haha.. “

“how will I know though..?”

“your little heart tattoo will go from black to white”

“so was dad like no-“

“he wasn’t but you have me and that’s all that matters”

“MOM THE TRUC-“

you sat dazed in your hospital bed while your mom lay dead on the bed over. no sobs, no tears just shallow breathing.

“y/n- is it? your grandparents are here”. looking up your grandma opened her arms and you ran into the bawling. that was the last time you really cried. not over low grades.. boys.. or girls.. not even over your college acceptance letter.

“ooh don’t you look darling..”

“ok I got everything.. so I’ll see you in four months..”. you beamed at your grandma as she fixed your skirt and kissed your cheek.

“go.. go.. the wheel of fortune is on..!”. you laughed as your grandpa hugged you and slid fifteen bucks into your pocket and winked. when you got to college nothing really changed. wake up.. force yourself to get ready.. go to school.. sleep. and repeat. one day though while you sat in the corner of another useless college party you remembered a memory.

so as a drugged up.. thirty year old? tried to hit on you, you ran out and called an uber. getting out at the nearest pet shop. walking in you looked around. what dog did your mom want to get again..

“hi..?”

“oh hi I’m trying to buy a-“

“dog! hehe.. we have a range in breed and attitude so-“

“shit sorry I’m off my shift yoona will be here in a minute just wait here..!”

you nodded and looked around. what a small business leaving their customer unattend-

then you saw her.. or maybe him..

a tiny little pup with a gold coat. you opened the gate and stared at.. it? you both tilted your heads and then it jumped into your lap.

“aren’t you a peppy one..”

“ya charlie’s such a cute little girl huh”. you jumped.

“oh sorry I’m sullyoon or seol yoon a..”. you felt a tingle thinking it was your phone you bowed to the girl and went to answer it. but when you pulled your phone out you only saw that your heart was now white..

“ouch..!”. a few minutes later charlie I’m hand you decided to pop the question.

“so do you need anything else..”

“your number..? maybe I mea-“

“it’s on the receipt..”

“I invite you over and you being a.. record..”

“I swear it’s good !”. sullyoon giggled as she let you in and put the record on.

cheoeum neukkineun feeling

neol mannago jakkuman simjangi isanghae

“so.. who are they”. you sat inbetween the two college beds with the girl as the song went on.

“some old band named enhypen..”

simjangeun for sale (Ooh)

sarangdo for sale

sullyoon sang along and you joined in jokingly. soon you both just blankly stared at eachother. her eyes went down and so did yours. when you locked lips you swore you heard fireworks. with your hands in her hair and hers on your waist you both somehow got up and your back was now on her bed. a door opened and sullyoon threw the covers over you both.

“I’ll be back in five k?”

“ok kyujin.. have fun”. you giggled as you heard the door start to close.

“I new you had a girlfriend !”

your next proper date want proper at all. you sat on the floor flour dotting your face while sullyoon put out the fire on her stove top.

“It’s fine it’s gone !”. you giggled as you stood up and saw her face. she giggled and grabbed on to your top and tugged you closer.

“what’s so funny?”. you tried to deadpan while sullyoon played with your hair.

“the brownies”

“hmm”

“are burnt”

“then.. I guess I’ll just eat you !”. you ran but she was to fast, sullyoon tickled you while simultaneously kissing your neck.

“sully it stinks !”

“you smell like strawberries !”

“babbbbbby”

“bobo bear… “

“loooooser”

you threw a pillow at the bored girl on your bed.

“what sully?”

“excuse me? this is our.. 1..3.. 6th date! and your studying..?”. your laptop magically closed with sullyoon flipping you onto her lap.

“so you want a dumb girlfriend”. the taller girl took of your glasses.

“no I want a present one.. can we watch rapunzel now?”. as sullyoon cupped your face and got closer you cracked.

“fuck.. fine”. charlie jumped into your lap and you laughed as sullyoon pulled up the movie.

four months you were drunk on the girls love. with out turning a finger you knew when she was the one hugging you. how she always need you around after a test. and how your grandparents loved her. sitting down with charlie in your lap now three times his last size sullyoon walked over.

“thier dead asleep..”

“that’s what happens when your old..”

“k love let’s go.. I wanna get your grandma those strawberry sandwiches she keep raving about”. you nodded and placed down charlie he dropped dead asleep.

putting on your coat you felt a kiss on your cheek.

“le-go girl”

“I told you to get off that ipad..”

“but I’m a minecraft pro girl !”. you giggled as sullyoon flexed her ‘muscles’. then something caught your eyes.

“y/n wait !”

“it’s perfect”

“it’s so cold..”. you lightly punched your the taller girl as you bent down and hit her with some snow.

“abuse !”. sullyoon pouted as you giggled, which slowly faded as you felt snow hit your face. brushing of your clothes you smiled at her.

four months had passed and now you both were in the middle of winter. playing in the snow.

“so would you go with me to the.. lodge.. i kno-“

“I’m your girlfriend ofcourse I would”.

sullyoon giggled ‘your’..

as your crossed the street she kissed you on the cheek and you giggled. so much you didn’t see it coming. and other truck. so you would go out the way your mom did. at least you were in her arms.. maybe your ashes would be for sale at some ju-

“neoraneun jonjaeneun naege isseo

you're not, you're not for sale..”

your eyes slowly opened.

“it’s our song..”. infront of you was a bruised sullyoon still smiling.

“why am I not for sale at some garage sale..”. sullyoon giggled and kissed your lips once again.

“your not for sale..”

woah-oh-oh

pal su eomne

sal su eomne, yeah, yeah, ooh

[sjsmith56]

Chance Encounter - Part 4

Summary: Bucky and his granddaughter Anna meet her classmate and his mother, at the same grocery store where he met his daughter.

Length: 6.2 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Anna Barnes, OFC (named but not described), OMC (OFC’s named son, not described), Joaquin Torres, Katrina Torres.

Warnings: none, really except perhaps Bucky feeling out of the loop when he realizes something

Author’s notes: I left Part 3 with a small bit about Joaquin Torres falling in love with Katrina, deliberately leaving their story suggested but open ended. Well, I got to thinking about what Bucky would do if the couple did marry. How would he take it? I think becoming a father and grandfather had a profound effect on him, and helped him changed his attitude towards a lot of things. Perhaps that opened him up to feeling worthy of love.

<<Part 3

🛝 🍨 ☀️

Set a year and a bit after Anna's 4th birthday party and the day after another momentous event. 

It was late when Bucky parked his SUV on the parking pad of his Brooklyn brownstone.  He opened the back passenger door and carefully unbuckled his granddaughter, Anna, from her car seat.  A slight whine came out of her lips at being disturbed and he smiled.

"We're home, sweetheart," he said.  "Have to get you to bed."

"Where's Mommy?" she asked sleepily. 

"With Joaquin," he answered.  "Remember?  They went for their honeymoon straight from the reception.  It's just you and me for a couple of weeks."

He lifted her into his arms, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.  Closing the vehicle door, he clicked the lock button on the remote and headed towards the lower-level door, entering the door code to unlock it.  In the dark, he went up the several flights of stairs to Anna's bedroom and sat her on the bed, carefully unbuttoning her flower girl dress and removing it, then taking her shoes and socks off.  He pulled a nightgown over her head, then tucked the unicorn duvet around her, and placed her unicorn stuffy in her arms.

"Sleep tight, sweet pea," he whispered, kissing her on the forehead.

"Night Grandpa," she mumbled, then grasped her stuffy tighter.

Looking back at her for a moment, he breathed deeply, feeling once more how lucky he was to have this sweet little girl as his granddaughter.  Closing the door, he went to his bedroom and turned on the bedside lamp, taking his jacket off.  Checking the pockets, he removed his handkerchief and tie, then hung it up on the hanger, followed by his slacks.  The shirt was put into the laundry hamper, and he headed for a quick shower before putting a T-shirt and sweatpants on.  After brushing his teeth, he sat on the bed and texted Sam.

B:  Got home safely.

S:  Us too.  Joaquin texted that the flight was delayed so they won't be in Paris until late afternoon.

B:  That's what you get when you fly with the airline.  He should have taken Pepper up on her offer for the corporate jet.

S:  You know him.  He doesn't want to take advantage of his connections.

B:  Yeah.  I guess we're alike in several ways.

S:  Enjoy your two weeks with Anna, Grandpa. 

B:  I plan to.  Have fun on the missions without me.

S:  👍🏾

Placing the phone on his nightstand he turned off the light and laid in the dark for a bit, thinking about the wedding, and the fact that Joaquin Torres was now his son-in-law.  How the hell did he manage that?  He fell in love with your daughter, that's how.  Yeah, he was a good man, really, and had been wonderful to Katrina and Anna as well.  Until Katrina finished her degree, they were going to live in the brownstone but after that they were planning to move nearer to the compound.  It was going to be lonely once they moved but at least that was well off into the future. 

The next morning, Bucky made breakfast; for Anna her favourite pancakes, two blueberry, two chocolate chip, fresh fruit salad, and a big glass of milk, while he had his usual bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee.  While he read the newspaper, Anna watched a movie on her tablet. 

"Grandpa, are we going to the playground today?" she asked.

"After we pick up some groceries and run some errands," he replied.  "With all of the get togethers we had until the wedding we have hardly any food left.  Have to keep my little girl fed."

She smiled sweetly at him.  "Can we get ice cream?"

"Absolutely," he pinched her cheek lightly.  "Finish up so we can get going."

Half an hour later they were in the SUV headed for the same grocery store where he first met Katrina.  They got a shopping cart, and he reminded Anna to stay close to him.  As they walked up and down the aisle, he let her take things off the shelf, lifting her up to get to the things on the top.  Several older ladies asked him for help, and he obliged them, listening patiently as they said he had a cute daughter. 

"He's not my dad, he's my grandpa," said Anna, each time, getting more annoyed with each reference. 

"You must have been a teenager when you became a dad," they would exclaim, and he just smiled and let them believe that, as it was easier than saying he was older than they were.

Soon, he was at the till, where the cashier greeted both of them with a smile because they were regulars.  Anna helped him put the groceries on the conveyor belt while she asked him all sorts of questions, which he answered as best as he could.  At the next till a young boy was helping his mother with unloading their groceries, while keeping up a constant barrage of questions that she patiently answered.  A couple of times she glanced at Bucky, and he smiled at her in that way people do when they're just being friendly.  Both finished their purchases at the same time and pushed their carts towards the door.  Being a gentleman, Bucky let her leave first, surprised when Anna pointed at the boy, who she just noticed.

"That's Timmy," she said, excitedly.  "He was in my class.  Hi Timmy!"

The boy turned around and waved.  "Hi Anna.  Mom, look, it's Anna."

His mother waited until they were all outside before stopping and smiling at the girl.  "Well, hello."  She looked up at Bucky, then offered her hand to him.  "You must be Grandpa.  Katrina and I sometimes waited together when we picked the kids up from kindergarten.  I'm Jay, short for Jaylene but only my mother calls me that."

"Bucky," he replied.  "Nice to meet you.  I never noticed you whenever I picked Anna up."

"We only moved into the neighbourhood two months before school let out, so my son's caregiver was usually there.  On my days off I was.  I guess you might have been on missions then.  But Anna told us all about you, about her grandpa being an Avenger."

Several people came out of the store while they were still talking, and Jay shifted so they were more out of the way. 

"You're off today, then?" asked Bucky.

"Well, I'm off for a while," she answered, shrugging self-consciously.  "Cutbacks, so I'm looking for a new job.  At least they gave me a good severance package since I transferred to the office here and didn't lose seniority.  Still, I'll need to find something soon or else we'll have to move in with my mother, and although I love her dearly, I'm not quite sure I want to do that.  I can pick up some temporary contracts and work from home but it's harder to do when school's out.  I'm in IT."

He nodded.  "Well, if I hear of anything I can pass it on, if you want."  His face became warm, and he stammered slightly.  "You know, if you want to give me your contact information.  I would ask Katrina but she's on her honeymoon."

"That's right, she married her guy, didn't she?"  Jay looked genuinely happy.  "How was the wedding?  Do you have pictures?"

"Grandpa, maybe they can come to the playground with us, and you can show her all the pictures you took."

"I don't want to impose on you, unless you want to come.  We were going to run some more errands, then have some lunch then head to the playground for a couple of hours."

"Mom, can we?"  Timmy looked hopefully at his mother.

"Sure," she replied after a few moments, then looked at Bucky.  "Which playground?"

He brought it up on his cell phone, then texted it to her number.

"1 o'clock?" He smiled at her as she agreed.  "Alright, see you then.  Come on Anna Banana, the ice cream's going to melt if we stay out here any longer.  It was nice meeting you, Jay, and you, Timmy."

They headed towards opposite sides of the parking lot.  As he and Anna placed the groceries in the back of the SUV he kept glancing at Jay, wondering what her story was.  She certainly seemed nice.  Since the ice cream was already melting, they went home first and put everything away.  Then they headed out to run the few errands he had planned before stopping at a fast-food place for two kid's meals for Anna and a couple of burgers, fries, and a milkshake for Bucky.  He was recognized and agreed to a few selfies with people.  Anna, who was pretty used to it whenever she was out with him, just waited patiently.  Soon enough it was time to meet Jay and Timmy at the playground.  They got there just after the other two, and immediately Anna ran to the slides, encouraging Timmy to follow her. 

"Shade or sun?" he asked Jay, gesturing to two free benches.

"Shade," she said, sitting on one of them.  "I burn easily."  She looked at the two kids playing.  "Anna is a sweet girl."

"She is," said Bucky.  "She and Katrina mean everything to me."

"I think you mean the world to them, as well," replied Jay.  "Katrina told me some of her story from before you two found each other.  Her first husband sounded horrible."

"He was.  Joaquin is a much better man."

"Katrina said he's an Avenger as well.  Falcon?"

"Yes.  He inherited the wings when they were broken and fixed them.  Taught himself to fly.  Turned out he's a natural."

"What about yourself?" She looked up at him and he noticed her eyes.  "Anyone special in your life?"

"Just Katrina and Anna," he answered.  "I'm not terribly social.  Afraid of rejection."

"Really?  A big handsome guy like you?" Even though the words were said in jest, she looked away, as if debating whether to say anything more.  "I'm a widow.  We lost Timmy in the Snap, and my husband took it hard.  He ... killed himself a year after Timmy disappeared."

"I'm sorry."  Bucky felt terrible for her, losing her son then her husband.  "I turned to dust as well.  When I reappeared, we had minutes to reassemble to fight Thanos again.  No chance to deal with the fact that five years had gone by."

"At least Timmy disappeared at my mother's place," said Jay.  "When he reappeared, she was still living there.  She phoned me right away.  I was at work and jumped in the car, broke every driving law in the book."  She sniffed and wiped her eyes.  Bucky fished his handkerchief out of his pocket and gave it to her.  "Thanks.  Still makes me emotional.  Then I had to tell him his dad was gone for good."

"Lot of that went around."  He coughed to clear his throat, but his voice wavered anyways.  "A lot of people lost the ones they loved, even if they didn't turn to dust.  Things changed too much in those five years for some people to handle the returns, I guess.  Finding Katrina and Anna changed my life.  Can't imagine being without them now."

For a time, they were quiet, watching the kids playing again.

"Tell me, is dating for a single man as bad as dating for someone like me?"

He looked at her, unsure if she was being facetious but her face was quite serious.

"I used to be a great date," he replied.  "Was never serious about anyone but I knew how to have a good time and I did alright."

"But then so many years passed, the world changed and when you got back in it, everything was different, wasn't it?"

"Yeah.  Some of it was good.  Better birth control.  Women gained more rights that gave them independence and confidence.  Mini skirts were a great invention."  She playfully pushed his arm, which made him smile.  "But some things weren't as good.  Being a gentleman and having manners towards a woman was seen as patriarchal by some, when it was just being polite.  Everyone seems to be in such a hurry to jump into bed, without even spending some time enjoying flirting first.  I was no angel but there was an enjoyable dance to it and now there isn't, and it just doesn't feel the same."

She nodded in agreement.  "It's changed even from when I got married.  I knew Colin through high school, although we didn't start dating until college.  We had shared values, you know?  I've had a few dates since he died, and half those guys were expecting me to sleep with them right away because they bought me a meal.  Two were married and wanted me to be their piece on the side.  One had serious trust issues, and I ended it before it escalated to something harmful.  I did fall in love with one guy, but he didn't love me back because he wasn't over his wife dying after the Snap.  That one really hurt.  Sorry, I don't know why I've unburdened myself to you.  I barely know you."

Surprising himself, he briefly placed his gloved hand on hers.  "I don't mind having an honest conversation about this.  You're very easy to talk to."

"So are you."  She looked up to see her son trying something he shouldn't, preparing to jump from the roof of the covered platform over the slide.  "Timmy, get down from there."

"But Anna did it."

Bucky stood up.  "She forgets that she has special abilities.  Allow me?"

She gestured for him to go ahead and watched as he strode towards where Timmy was perched.

"Timmy, Anna can do it because her body is able to handle it.  Yours isn't, buddy.  I'm sorry but it is too dangerous for you."

"I'm scared." 

He could see it in the boy's eyes.  Glancing at Anna, he could tell she was sorry for forgetting about showing off her abilities. 

"I can catch you and I promise that I won't let you fall.  Do you trust me?"  Timmy nodded, unsure.  "Okay, on three, you just step off and I'll catch you."

Bucky counted down and expertly caught Timmy when he stepped off the structure.  He held him first, to make sure the boy was okay, then lowered him down to the ground.  Gesturing to Anna, he kneeled down so he was at eye level with both of them.

"Anna, you must remember that you're the only child who can do those things.  Expecting him to try it is putting him in danger and friends don't do that.  Timmy, you must remember that you don't have to do what Anna can do to be her friend.  It's okay to tell her no."

"Sorry, Timmy.  I forgot."

"'S okay.  Can we play some more?"

"Sure, just don't climb up so high, okay?"

Bucky raised his hand for Timmy to high five, then offered it to Anna.  Returning to Jay, he sat next to her again. 

"You're very patient," she commented.

"With kids, yes," he replied.  "Not always with grownups."

They sat quietly again, watching the two kids playing then Bucky's phone sounded.  He saw a text and picture from Katrina, of her and Joaquin at the base of the Eiffel Tower, with it lit up in red, green and blue.  Showing it to Jay, he sent a message back, along with a picture of Anna and Timmy playing.

Met your friend Jay and her son Timmy at the grocery store.  Having a play date for Timmy and Anna.

Katrina sent one back within seconds.

Be nice to her.

He smirked then opened his photo gallery, remembering he was supposed to show Jay the pictures from the wedding.  While she looked through them, he watched the kids. 

"Looked like a great wedding," she remarked, as she handed his phone back.  "She asked me to come but I couldn't get a sitter for Timmy."

"You could have brought him," said Bucky.  "There were other kids there."

She shrugged.  "I only knew Katrina and didn't want to intrude."

"Fair enough," he answered, not wanting to make a big deal about it.  "Just so you know I would have asked you to dance several times."

Glancing sideways, he noticed her smiling, making him feel good that she responded positively to his comment.  All too soon, it was time to go home, and they planned for another play date in a few days.  Bucky called Pepper Stark from his SUV, asking if she knew of any good paying IT jobs.

"You feel confident enough to get into that field?"  He could picture her smiling as she joked about his qualifications.

"I'm asking for a friend," he answered.  "She's a widow, single parent, transferred here and was just let go due to cutbacks.  Right now, she's living off her severance pay but you know that won't last long in this city."

"No, it won't," agreed Pepper.  "Give me her name and I'll check out her CV, see if we have something that fits her qualifications."  He could hear the sound of a keyboard being used as she entered Jay's information.  "She is very qualified.  Looks like that company let go several of their top employees and outsourced their work overseas.  That's not right.  Give me a couple of days and I'll come up with something for her."  Just before she hung up, she had one more comment.  "Bucky?  She's nice looking.  You should ask her out."

"I might," he answered.  "Thanks, Pepper.  I owe you one."

"No problem and if she's half as good as her resume states you don't owe me anything."

A few days later Bucky and Anna met up with Jay and Timmy at the playground.  She had a couple of coffees with her, offering one to Bucky.  He flipped open the lid to see it was black and Jay assured him there was no sugar either.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"I texted Katrina," she grinned.  "I have a job interview with Stark Industries.  You did that, didn't you?"

He shrugged, while avoiding looking at her, making it seem like he was watching the kids.  "I made a phone call, asked for some help.  Pepper's a good person."

"Well, I can't thank you enough for doing that.  She phoned me herself and since I'm a single mom she's offered to pay for childcare for the summer.  She made it sound like I already have the job."

"Like I said, good person."  He sipped his coffee then turned towards her.  "I guess that means I won't see much of you during the day.  Would you be open to dinner sometime?"

Even though he was trying to appear calm on the outside, inside he could feel his stomach churning a little. 

"I was going to ask if you wanted to bring Anna over for dinner sometime this week," she finally answered.  "I make good lasagna and my cheesy garlic bread is famous, at least Timmy says it should be."

"I'd like that."  Bucky sipped his coffee again.  "I'll bring some wine."

"Red, Cabernet Sauvignon would be good, if you're asking."

He grinned.  "Good to know."

When Bucky and Anna arrived at Jay's apartment three days later, he had the bottle of red wine and a bouquet of flowers in hand.  Jay beamed when he presented her with the flowers, gesturing him into the kitchen with her while she opened a cupboard looking for a vase.  It was on the top shelf and Bucky reached over her, placing it on the counter beside her as she started to cut the ends of the flower stalks.  Timmy invited Anna into his room to play with Lego. 

"There's beer in the fridge if you want one," said Jay.  "It's going to be a while before the lasagna is ready.  I had to make a quick trip to the bodega for some garlic."  She stopped for a moment.  "You're okay with garlic, right?"

"Can't have Italian food without it," he smiled as he reached for a beer, then offered it to her.  She shook her head, so he opened it and took a drink.  "Smells good.  Did you have the interview yet?"

"I did, and the job was offered to me before it was over," she said.  "IT Special Projects Manager.  I'm really excited about it."  For a moment, she looked down, swallowing.  "I can't thank you enough for doing that when you don't even know me."

"Katrina told me to be nice to you.  It wasn't hard to do that."

When Jay looked up at him, she saw a pair of blue eyes gazing kindly at her.  Damn, he was so handsome, it almost hurt to look at him.  With a quick exhale she filled the vase with water, then placed the flowers in and looked at the arrangement.

"No one's given me flowers in years.  Thank you."

"You're welcome.  Now, what can I do to help with dinner?"

Together, they prepared the cheesy garlic bread then Bucky took the lasagna out of the oven, impressing her with handling the dish with his vibranium hand, although he wore an oven mitt on the other.  With the bread browning in the oven and the salad made, she opened the bottle of wine to let it breathe.  Timmy and Anna were called to wash up and set the table.  Bucky smiled as she let them figure it out.  As long as everyone had a big plate for lasagna, small plate for bread, a knife, and a fork she didn't care how the table looked.  They were offered juice, water, or milk to drink, and Jay let Timmy do the honours.  The timer for the bread went off and Bucky pulled the tray out, placing the pieces of bread on another plate so everyone could help themselves.  Just before Jay sat down, she poured the wine for herself and Bucky. 

Just like in the grocery store both Anna and Timmy had lots of questions about various things.  Sometimes Bucky answered, sometimes Jay did.  There was a question that startled both of them. 

"Grandpa, do you like each other?" asked Anna, looking between the two.  "Is this a date?"

Bucky's cheeks felt warm at his granddaughter's direct question.  He had always encouraged her to speak her mind but this was something that could have been asked at home. 

"Well, I only just met Jay," he finally answered.  "I think we're becoming friends.  If we went on a date, I don't think you or Timmy would be with us."

"Why?" Timmy's question was spoken with a full mouth that earned him a look from his mother.  He chewed and swallowed.  "Why can't Anna and I go on a date with you?"

"We would talk about grown up things that would be boring to you," stated Jay, trying to help Bucky out. 

"They would kiss, too," said Anna.  "Like Mom and Joaquin."

"Probably," agreed Bucky, sneaking a look at Jay to see her reaction; she didn't seem against the idea.  "Would that bother you?"

"No, I like you, Mr. Barnes.  You're nice.  If you go out on a date, would you have a sleepover after?"

Jay snorted, and started to cough, bringing her napkin up to her lips.  "Timmy, I think that's enough questions about that subject.  Can we please talk about something else?"

He asked Anna if she watched Paw Patrol, and they compared their favourite pups.  Bucky kept eating then looked at Jay, whose face still seemed to show the effects of the question Timmy asked.  Slowly, she raised her eyes to his and he smiled, then nodded his head.  The rest of the meal passed uneventfully.  The kids relocated to Timmy's room while Bucky helped take the dishes to the kitchen.  As he rinsed the dishes, then stacked them in the dishwasher, Jay put the leftovers away before she stopped and leaned against the counters.

"Would you go on a date with me?"

"Are you asking?"  He stood tall, facing her. 

"Maybe, yes." 

"I would.  Would we kiss?"  It became very still as he waited for her answer.

"Yes, I want to."  She looked up at him then, at his lips first, then his eyes.  "Would you want to sleep over?"

Gently, he raised his right hand to her cheek and brushed against it with the back of his fingers.  Her eyes closed briefly as he touched her.

"Absolutely, if you want."

They were interrupted by Timmy asking if they could have ice cream on the balcony.  Spooning out two bowls of ice cream, plus some chocolate sauce and sprinkles she sent them out first, then began preparing two bowls for them.  Bucky took the bowls from her hands and put them on the counter, then looked to where the children were, still on the balcony, laughing at something.  Cradling Jay's head in his right hand, he wrapped his left arm around her and brought her in close, his eyes on her.  She didn't resist but she looked a little nervous, so he kissed the side of her cheek, then whispered in her ear.

"I want to see you as much as I can, kiss you every time I see you and when you're ready, stay for a sleepover.  I'm loyal, honest, and I think we could have something worth exploring.  May I kiss you?"  She nodded.  "Words, darlin.' I need to hear it from your lips."

"Please kiss me.  I want you to kiss me."

It was every bit as good a kiss as either of them were expecting.  She thought his lips were incredibly soft and the movements of his tongue hinted at so much more that it could do.  Bucky could still taste the fruity notes of the wine on her tongue and was very aware of the scent of her perfume that permeated his senses.  Even the way she molded her body to his during the kiss was arousing to him and he knew he would have to break it off before it went too far.  When he did pull away, his hand on her neck was the last thing to leave, then he watched her reactions to what they just did.

"Shit," she whispered, touching her lips.  "I don't think I've ever been kissed like that."

"Get used to it," he said smugly, picking his bowl up.  He glanced back at the balcony to see if the children noticed.  "I hope you have somewhere to leave Timmy all night when I do sleep over."

"I do," she said, her eyes unfocused a little, then she looked up.  "My mom's.  What about you?"

He shrugged.  "It will have to wait until Katrina and Joaquin get back.  Just over a week."

"Okay."  She picked up her bowl of ice cream but stopped and looked at him.  "Was that kiss part of the enjoyable dance you mentioned?"

He thought for a moment, then grinned, more at himself than at her.  "Yeah, I guess it was.  Thought I was out of practice."

Jay didn't say anything, but she did look thoughtful.  She sat out on the balcony with her son and Anna, then Bucky joined them.  They stayed out there until it was dark, laughing and telling stories.  There wasn't another kiss when he said goodnight, but a look passed between them that said plenty.  For the next week, they met at the playground once, then Jay started her new job, so Bucky invited her and Timmy for dinner at his house.  They managed a couple of kisses when they could then planned their official date for two days after Katrina and Joaquin returned. 

Bucky and Anna picked them up at the airport, with the latter holding a bouquet of flowers for her mom.  They both picked her up, kissing her enthusiastically, then Katrina kissed her dad, while Joaquin shook hands with him.  As they waited for the luggage Katrina studied her dad. 

"So, Jay said you've had several play dates with the kids, you've had dinner at her place, and she's had dinner at yours.  Does that mean you're dating?"

"First date is in two days," he said, trying to sound neutral.  "She's a nice lady.  Did she tell you about her new job?"

"She did," smiled Katrina.  "She also said you helped her get it."

"Her qualifications got her the job.  I just phoned Pepper to let her know about Jay."  The first suitcase appeared, and Joaquin snagged it, dropping it on the luggage cart.  Katrina stared at her dad with a knowing look on her face, which he noticed.  "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason," she answered.  "But you do like her?"

He faced her directly.  "Did you set us up?"

Joaquin raised his eyebrows at her.  "You should tell him the truth, Kat."

Bucky glared at his son-in-law who took Anna with him to grab the next suitcase.  Bucky took Katrina by the arm and pulled her away from the crowd.

"Speak," he ordered.

"No, I did not set you up exactly, but when she moved into the neighbourhood, and I met her at the school she asked where the best grocery store was.  I told her.  She didn't know who I was, who my dad was or anything until Timmy mentioned that Anna's grandpa was an Avenger.  That's when she asked me, and I told her our story.  She told me her story, then she lost her job and was feeling down about things.  I just thought that given you're both older, and have been through a lot, that you could enjoy each other's company and comfort each other.  Was that wrong?"

For several long moments Bucky studied Katrina's face, then he placed his hand on her cheek before drawing her in for a hug.

"No, it wasn't wrong," he whispered.  "I do like her.  But no more setups, okay?  I want to see if this becomes something more."  Joaquin waved at him to show he had all the luggage.  "Let's go home."

With Anna perched on top of the luggage the three of them headed out towards the parking garage.  It was almost an hour before Bucky pulled up in front of the brownstone and helped carry the luggage in.  He let Joaquin and Katrina tend to Anna, as she sat on the bed "helping" them unpack.  Bucky did get Joaquin a beer when he came down while Anna had a bath.  They sat outside on the deck taking in the evening air.

"How was Paris?" he asked.

"I'd only ever been there for work before," said Joaquin.  "It was different being there with Katrina.  So much to see and do.  Were you ever there?"

"Several times with HYDRA," replied Bucky.  "After I got away, I was there a few days, but I was on the run, so I didn't exactly sight see."

"Anything pressing, mission wise?"

"No, at least I didn't get any alerts."  Bucky took a drink, then exhaled.  "When are you two moving to the compound?"

Joaquin looked at him, sighed and drank some beer.  "We were going to wait for Katrina to finish her degree, but Fury wants me closer as soon as possible.  He asked just before the wedding.  She's looking for a college in the area she can transfer to or see if she can do it online.  I wish we could stay, since I feel like you only just got started being a family and now it's like I'm taking them away from you."

"Thank you for being honest with me," replied Bucky.  "You're not taking them away from me.  You are married and I knew someday you would leave.  Are you going to adopt Anna?"

Joaquin nodded.  "I want to, with your blessing.  I love them both, Sarge."

"I know.  I've known since you sat with us in the cafeteria during Katrina's recovery.  You couldn't take your eyes off of her."  He looked at the younger man and offered him his hand, shaking it.  "You take care of both my girls or I'll kick your ass."

"Fair enough," smiled Joaquin.  Then he looked at his father-in-law with eyes that became glassy.  "She doesn't want you to be alone.  None of us do.  How you rose to the occasion when you found Katrina and Anna opened a lot of eyes to the type of man you are.  You deserve happiness, Buck.  You really do."

Bucky smiled wanly back.  It was a nice sentiment, but it didn't really soothe the hole that had just opened in his heart.  He was still going to miss his daughter and granddaughter, more than he ever thought possible.  The following morning, as he made breakfast for everyone, Katrina came down to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her father, squeezing hard. 

"Joaquin said he told you," she whispered.  "I wasn't trying to keep it a secret."

"I know," he replied, patting her on the hand.  "It's just sooner than I was expecting.  When do you think you'll be moving?"

She released him and stood at his side.  "Before school starts for Anna.  You could always sell the house and move back to the compound."

He shook his head and looked around him.  "No, I like it here.  I like being in Brooklyn, and having my own place.  You and Joaquin need your own space to get your married life started.  I'll be alright.  At least you got me dating."  He looked down at Katrina.  "I'm not desperate.  Jay really is something special and I want to make an effort with her.  In fact, we have a date tomorrow and I plan to stay over."

Katrina stepped back with a surprised look on her face.  "Really?  That's quick, isn't it?  You've only known her a couple of weeks."

"Sweetheart, back in the day, I needed only hours." 

He grinned at her as she reacted with shock. 

"Dad, I really didn't need to hear that.  What about that 1940s morality I hear so much about?"

Shrugging as he continued preparing breakfast, he didn't answer except with a smile.  People would be surprised at how much sleeping around there really was in those times but especially with the war it wasn't unusual.  Life was short and most people didn't waste time with long courtships or engagements.  Just because he didn't settle down with anyone then didn't mean he hadn't been looking.  He just never found the right person and then it didn't matter after he fell.  After he got his life back, he still wasn't ready, as he dealt with the repercussions of years of abuse. 

Then a chance encounter suddenly changed everything for him.  In the two years that he, Katrina and Anna had been a family they had all grown, becoming who they were meant to be.  His eyes started to water as he thought about Katrina, forced into a marriage at 16 with an abusive man who treated her as little more than a slave.  Somehow, she grew past that to go to college, and fall in love with an incredibly good man who married her and was going to adopt Anna.   That little girl went from a silent witness of her mother's abuse to someone who loved everyone and everything, full of curiosity and wonder. 

As for him, he had probably changed the most out of all three of them.  The anger towards HYDRA, towards life, and even towards Steve for leaving, was gone.  In its place was the calm that he felt briefly in Wakanda before Thanos came to fuck everything up.  He rarely had nightmares either. Before the Flag Smashers he had been alone by choice, and painfully lonely, as he pushed away almost everyone who tried to connect with him, especially Sam.  It had been no way to live but he also thought he didn't deserve to live any better.  Not until Katrina and Anna came into his life.

She was setting the table, and was joined by Joaquin, with a hug and a kiss, then Anna who got up on a chair to hug her mother.  They already had the rhythm of their family going, as he got milk out for Anna, pouring it in her glass, while Katrina poured them each a coffee.  Putting everything on the plates for them to serve themselves Bucky nodded at the coffee pot that his daughter was holding over his cup.  Carefully, he brought the plates of food over and placed them on the table.  Then he sat down with them and felt the love as the morning sun lit up the kitchen, one of the things he loved about this brownstone in Brooklyn and didn't want to give up.  He would miss moments like these with these three, but it was time to begin the next part of his life.  Now he was ready to settle down with the right person and build his own life, the way it should have been all those years ago.

The End (probably but who knows?)

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Remus wakes up to the one and only James Potter standing over him. "Jesus, James."

"Happy Birthday, Moony!" That woke up Sirius from beside him.

"Prongs! Cut it out! I'm tired!"

James' face sags a little. "Sorry, Padfoot. Just wanted to surprise Moony."

"It's fine, Prongs." Sirius sits up and kisses Remus' forehead. "Joyeux anniversaire, Mooney."

"Thanks, my love."

"Always."

"You're sickening!" Peter shouts from his bed.

"You're just sour because you're single." Sirius says.

"Not the point!"

"Shut the fuck up." Remus hears someone say.

James smiles a little wider. "Sorry. Let's get out of here before we keep getting yelled at."

James walks right out, and when James wakes up, he never leaves without getting dressed, so he must already be. Remus grabs his outfit picked out for him by his beautiful boyfriend - which Remus will never mention to his face to keep his ego in check - and walks to the bathroom to get ready.

Sirius picked out a white shirt, his favorite sweater, and baggy jeans. He's not gonna lie. He does look amazing in this outfit.

They go down to breakfast, and while he passes, he gets a bunch of 'happy birthday's' from all his friends. He stares at the Gryffindor table where they sit. It's decorated with balloons and a banner above the table that says 'Happy Birthday, Mooney!'.

James is grinning from ear to ear next to him. "Do you like it?"

"Bit much, ain't it?"

"Never enough for our Mooney." His boyfriend says on the other side of him.

Peter isn't affected at all and just walks to the table and plops down in his usual seat. Marlene is seemingly enthused, smiling up at him as he sits down next to Sirius.

Lily, Mary, Marlene, Alice, and Frank have been sitting with them for years now. Since the second year, at least. But Marlene always sat with James first year before she got her own friends. They've been friends since seven. Apparently, they lived right next to each other and were living next to muggles.

They're family's are weird. That's all he has to say. I mean, Marlene is a half-blood, but James? James is a pure-blood, well, blood-traitor, but still.

Breakfast was - as usual- eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. It's what they always have on Sunday's. It's a tradition for the house elves to cook with the head teacher of each house for birthdays, though. And Minnie is a good cook. So, it should be much better than it usually is.

When Remus took that first bite, he was in awe. Minnie did a lot better this year. It's amazing.

After breakfast, they went back to the common room to open presents. James and Marlene ran ahead of them and set it all up. There was a whole spot just for them. Always has been since second year. No one ever goes in that spot. Not if they want to be the victim of a prank.

Marlene and James are sitting right next to each other, smiles mirroring each other's. The chair is surrounded by presents. Remus' spot. "Why so many?" He asks.

"Because you deserve it." Lily responds as she goes to sit down next to Mary and Alice. Frank follows behind while Sirius sits at the end of the couch closest to the chair. Remus sighs and sits down as best he could without touching the gifts.

Sirius smiles. "Mine first." He says while grabbing a small box wrapped in a happy birthday wrapping paper. Now that Remus is actually looking at them, they all are, and the bags are the same ones for each gift, too.

Remus takes it. When he opens it, he gasps. "You didn't."

Sirius smiles wider. "I did." It's a necklace with the moon and Canis Major - Sirius' constellation.

"I love it, my star." He replies, putting it back in its box and looking back at Sirius.

"Ok, ok, love birds." Frank says. "My turn."

Again, it's a box but bigger. It houses three grandpa sweaters - the ones he mentioned he wanted a month ago. "You remembered?"

Frank smiles. "Of course I did."

"Thank you, Frank." He puts them back in the box and sets them aside. Mary hands Remus her gift next. It's houses the tennis shoes Remus was talking about. "You guys are the best." He says while smiling at his new shoes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, Rem." He just them aside, and Peter hands him his gift. He opens the bag and sees hair care products. "Peter!"

"What? I bought all the ones you use, plus some."

"I don't take enough care of my hair?"

"That's not what I'm saying. Just try 'em. They work amazing for me." He says while fluffing his hair.

Remus rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever you say, Pete." He sets the bag aside, and Alice hands him her present. A sketching pad and pencils. "Aw, thanks, Al. I love you."

"I love you, too, Remy."

Next, it's Marlene' gift. Records. ABBA, to be exact. He smiles. "My favorite." He bought a record player a few months ago but hasn't had any time to buy any records. "Thank you, Marls."

Marlene smiles. "I pay attention."

Remus laughs. "Yeah, you all do."

Lily hands him hers. In a bag, there are three different books. Muggle. Lord of The Rings. All three books. "I've always wanted to read this. Thank you, Lils."

"Book group for a reason."

Remus smiles at that while James hands him his last gift. Three notebooks for the books Lily got him. "James,"

"You're welcome, Mooney."

"Thank you."

The rest of the day goes by in a wizz. They play muggle games that Remus can't quite remember the names of. And even Minnie gave him a gift. Potions books. He doesn't know why she has them, but he's thankful.

All his friends are the best he could ask for. But the best part was falling asleep with Sirius.

[mintichoco]

CREDIBLE | twtptflob

"ARE YOU AWARE THAT I CAN KILL YOU WITHOUT SO MUCH AS MOVING AN INCH?" | "SO COULD A CHICKEN WITH ENOUGH MOTIVATION, YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL"

TITLE TRACK. psycho - red velvet

FANDOM. the way to protect the female lead's older brother

CHARACTER. oc-insert, visuals of aria valentine

PRONOUNS. she/her

SUMMARY. a gen-z kid gets dropped in the world of twtptflob. . .right infront of lante agriche

FORMAT. headcanons, scenarios

INSPIRATION. this post by @rouecentric

NEXT CHAPTER. [1, you are here] • [2]

Nash was an iPad kid in every sense of the word. Her mother could not bother to care beyond sending monthly checks to the manor (more like luxurious jail) where the caretakers pocketed half the sum and the rest went to pamper her.

She could't be mad, there were plenty people out in the real world who'd kill for that kind of money. She spent her days tinkering on school projects, binge-watching historical k-dramas and being a general menace to the working staff.

Now imagine her surprise when she went to bed at three in the morning after haphazardly throwing together an art project featuring 'Kakashi the grey hare' and woke up on cold hard marble, instead of her fluffy mattress.

"What the heck?" She shuffled to a sitting stance, rubbing her sore neck.

The brushing of black skirts and the scruff of boots tethered her attention to the floor.

There were maids, a few dozens of them. Nash had her own nannies, sure, but nobody in the twenty-first century wore these silks unless as costumes, that too the very short version and for funzies on Tiktok or the bedroom.

"Woah-", a grin danced on her face. "Is this some sort of cult? Before the intro, I'll make this clear, I don't wanna be a part of this scooby-doo squad. Now, where am I?"

Silence, silence. Silence everywhere. Then, a fine looking specimen of testosterone-producer stepped up from the crowd, gripping a sword-A SWORD?!-in his hand.

"What business do you have with Agriche? How did you manage to get past the barrier guards? Start talking before I make sure you never will."

Well, zamn, who hurt you?

"Yeah, I was hoping you'd the know the answer to that?" She was thoroughly confused. "And since you don't, we can all just forget this ever happened and go our own seperate ways, okay? Okay, bye!"

A brilliant beyond brilliant idea popped up in her head. Taking out her phone, she tried searching for a signal. Hey, her mother may not pick up but she will dispatch atleast one guard to check on her.

"What is that?" The emo grandpa snapped his fingers. The phone was snatched away in an instant.

Nash reached for the object, only to be shoved away. "Hey, that's mine! Give it back!"

"Master, it seems to be some unknown technology, far beyond research-work mentioned in the archives", the woman replied and handed it over to the man in the lavish tux with a. . .bow?

What the frick is happening?!

The man chuckled and Nash felt a chill go down her spine. "A spy? Tell me, which lowlife has started copying my tactics, hm? Though, it is for the greater good, I suppose. The kids outside of this territory are pathetic, they pose no worthy challenge for my soldiers."

Which grown ass man sends people to fight kids?!

With furrowed brows, legs and arms crisscrossed, Nash drew a long breath. "Look dude, I don't know who you are or where I am but I don't mean to cause any trouble. . .yet. But if you don't return my phone, we're gonna have a problem here."

He quirked a brow and a tide of murmurs erupted from the audience. With a subtle clang his weapon was unseathed, the sharp blade pointed straight towards her neck.

Holy mother the of sweet Je-

"Are you aware that I can kill you without so much as moving an inch?"

Her breath hitched and she felt the hiccups coming. "So could a - hic - a chicken with enough motivation. You're not special-"

"Father, you called?"

A whispery voice carried by the wind stopped the man dead in his tracks from possibly ripping Nash a new one.

"Roxana", he rasped, clicking his tongue. "I don't appreciate tardiness. In any case, I'd like you to familiarize yourself with the latest brand of spies that are sent after us. Do they think of us as idiots!”

With that attitude, you’d make a fine Karen, sir. Wait. . .did he just say ’Roxana’?

Nash swiveled on her heel faster than light, coming face to face with said exotic beauty, shimmering rubies for eyes, adorned in a fashionable gown that almost made up for it’s weight.

"Y-You're Roxana Agriche?!"

At her starstruck exclaimation, the lady pursed her lips and only nodded curtly in acknowledgement.

Suddenly, Nash was clutching her head. She felt dizzy, she was definitely going to hurl.

Bye-bye fancy carpet, so long. . .

"Forking fudgecake!" The first row of maids probably jumped at the sheer decibel of her shout. "Did I get hit by truck-kun? No, that's not possible. How will a truck get in my house?! Murder, then? Not unlikely. . .although who would assassinate sweet ol’ me? Let’s see. . .”

"As you witness”, the newly recognized Lante Agriche waved the sword dangerously close to her face. Nash skiddadled to Roxana’s side. "This one doesn't know how to behave.”

Nash tilted her head to gander at the second heir’s face. She was lost in thought, her face overcome with a forlorn expression.

Roxana stroked her chin and then nodded. "You wish for me to oversee the interrogation?”

Lante grinned like a madman, thankfully storing away the blade. "As expected, you are a natural.” Nash had to do a double take to make sure his face fell in the matter of milliseconds. "Do not disappoint me.”

A sharp pain appeared in her scalp when her obnoxiously long pink hair was grasped and she was pushed back against the wall.

Yup, no wonder all the female leads hate this.

Lante did his best impression of a ravenous beast from the Black Forest, snarling and sneering. ”I will figure out where your loyalties lie and set an example through you. Am I understood?"

As astonishing as it is to be held like this by a 2D character, it ducking hurts, biAtch!

"Y-yes, sir!" As if-

He released her but it felt the same, as if her head was on fire. "Take her away.”

Roxana did not spare a moment to escort Nash to her room. They arrived in two minutes max and the blonde dismissed her tendants for the evening.

With a cotton swab and a bottle of suspiciously glowy liquid, she started dabbling the scratch that had formed on Nash's face, right under her eye from being thrown against the stone column.

She was quiet for most of the time while Nash observed Roxana's face. The teen truly was a looker, one worthy of people stopping in their tracks to stare at.

Light hair framed her face like a halo while piercing red eyes that tore through one's soul akin to the devil himself.

"Earlier, you mentioned a truck, yes?"

Nash blinked dumbly. "Uh-huh."

Roxana looked her directly in the eye. "Are your perhaps from. . .This is going to sound ridiculous but are you from Earth? Like, the actual modern world?"

The pinkette chewed on her botton lip. "Er. . .maybe?"

Roxana dropped her head and if Nash wasn't mistaken, she sighed out of relief. "How did you end up here?"

The younger girl threw her hands up. It felt weird talking to a fictional character who went into a fictional-fictional world.

Wait, that makes no sense.

"I don't know, lady! One minute I'm falling asleep reading manhwa on my computer and the next thing I know kaboom Lante-the-asshole Agriche is in front of me!"

"What's a manwha? Did you not read the novel-", Roxana paused mid-way, narrowing her gaze. "You are much too young to read those kinds of books."

Nash coughed awkwardly. "Well, I didn't exactly read it. It doesn't even exist in my world."

"Meaning? And you say your world as if we're from seperate ones."

Nash clapped her hands, slouching against the cushions on Roxana's bed. "Bingo." The girl stared at her, perplexed. "You know about the miltiverse theory, right? Y'know, spider-man and stuff like that?"

The blonde nodded.

"If I were to guess, we are both from two different realities. It's like a layer formation. The 'Flower of Hell' takes place in one, then you enter from another and change the course of the world and then I enter from a different reality like a cherry on top."

Roxana remained still, the subtle widening of her eyes being evidence of understanding. "I see. In any case, we need a place to fit you in. As far as I've looked, there is no escape. Other than death, but that is uncharted territory."

Nash made a face. You speak of death like it's the next door neighbor. Then she remembered. But for her, it probably isn't the worst thing to happen.

She cleared her throat, shrugging as nonchalantly as possible. "Any chance I can take a shower? I kinda sorta really stink."

The ghost of a smile passed over Roxana's face. "I will ask for a bath to be prepared." Her gaze traveled down, "And a tailor to take your measurements. Can't have my charge looking so haggard."

Nash looked down, her face burning red. She was still in her Hello Kitty jammies. "Hey!"

Roxana stood up, packing away the medical kit. "I will be back later. Your dinner will be sent here; eat after freshening up. And try to keep a low profile. The less people are aware of your existence, the better. Fa - Lante will likely dish out my orders for you at dinner."

She made to leave but turned around again.

"What?"

"I did not catch your name."

"Nash", the pinkette replied with a too-shrill voice, trying to rub the exhaustion out of her eyes.

Roxana was amused. "Full name?"

"Ugh. . .Nashira Parker, at your service, m'Lady."

As soon as the door clicked shut, Nash threw herself on the heavenly bed, feeling her body sink into the spread of softness.

'What a day. Welp- this is my life now, I guess.'

[i-will-cry-you-a-river]

It was ridiculously big on Morty. It was funny and Rick had the perfect opportunity to make fun of his grandson - his favorite hobby -, yet all he could do was stare at Morty.

Ese niño was just so damn adorable. He wanted to barf.

Or melt.

He did neither of them.

"Q-querido, what the f-fuck are you think y-you are doing?!" He growled. The door slapped against the wall with a hard bang, and Morty jumped at the sounds.

"R-r-r-rick, y-y-you are home," he blinked up with wide, innocent eyes, and Rick felt even more like a dirty old man he was, as su nieto looked even younger, smaller and vulnerable like this. He was basically swallowed whole in his lab coat, and it did something in Rick's inside. Something… warm. Like something was melting inside of his chest. It was disgusting, and not the fun kind like when he was waking up between two magdalians after the Purge, dirty with various body fluids, blood, gore and semen.

Fuck, he adored that little shit. It gave him hives, and he took a swing from his bottle to reduce the effect of that look. (It wasn't working.) There was no avoiding the way his sleeves were falling over his tiny hands, the white coat covering his legs curled underneath him. He looked so soft, so- home-y, that it settled itself into his gut, into his mind and heart.

"W-w-eugh-at are you d-doing in my clothes, peque?" He asked through his teeth. When he left, the boy was pouting and throwing a hissy fit about not wanting to go with Rick, because "he needed to study for his exams", whatever that was the euphemism for, and now he get back home just to see Morty rolling around in his bed, wearing his clothes?

"I-I-I-," Morty muttered. Even his ears were red in embarrassment as he was trying to find a good explanation for what he was doing. It was not going well with him. He looked everywhere, avoiding his grandfather's eyes, and Rick found that blushing little cheeks too cute for his own good. He wanted more; wanted to know where the redness ended, whether he could make him blush even more…

"It's okay, querido, grampa k-urp-nows," he winked, half-bluffing. Okay, he was bluffing only 0.6%; su nieto was decidedly not a good liar nor an actor, it was a surprise that the others didn't notice his little crush on his grandpa. (Well, that, or they didn't want to deal with said crush, like they didn't want to deal with the other family issues they had.)

"Y-y-you do?!" Morty shouted, jumping up from the bed. The movement brought his attention to the fact that-

Oh, bebè…

"H-how could I not, wh-ough-en you l-look like that while you are in my bed?" Rick smirked, motioning towards the boy, who looked confused for a second, but then glanced down, and his previous blush came back with doubled redness. He pulled the lab coat together, grabbing into the fabric as if that would protect him from being seen, but Rick had already seen what he needed; his bebè was completely naked underneath the dress-like clothing. The shamelessness…

Rick loved that very much.

"I-I was just- I-it wasn't- I-I-I don't-," Morty stuttered, and Rick enjoyed watching him squirm. He was basically swimming in the clothing, it was like a long dress on him as he was just so damn small, and Rick was suddenly hit by the fact that Morty was wearing his coat. Naked.

Sure, it was obvious before. But now all he could think was how the fabric was going to smell like Morty now, like teenage boy, and sweat, and yes, probably jizz too. And that thought was too much for him, tipping over the edge.

Surging forward, Morty was pinned against the wall behind him with one smooth movement.

The young boy's eyes widened, and Rick could feel his racing heartbeat under his fingertips. "Oh," Morty whispered, his lips parted and oh so tempting.

Rick couldn't be held responsible for his actions - he was basically ordered to push forward, pressing his hips against Morty's. He closed his lips over Morty's, licking into his mouth, the sounds his grandson made were just fuel to the fire. His lips were hot and soft and so small, so perfect, opening his mouth readily for his grandpa, making whining little sounds that made Rick's jeans more than a little tight.

"Su-uurhh-uch a good boy, bebè, s-so good for grandpa," he growled, parting only to take a little breath then bit into the young boy's lower lip, just to soothe it with his tongue. He kissed and fucked and was fucked by so many people and beings in his life, he had more experience than the whole red district in Amsterdam, yet one little kiss from his grandson, and he was done.

Morty's innocence, his virginal naughtiness, his warm, begging lips, and his crush that could be seen from the fucking Citadel were just so damn addictive.

Rick growled, pushing the boy into the wall as Morty wrapped his arms around his neck, tangling his fingers in his blue spikes at the base of Rick's neck. "Y-y-you are mine, peque."

His next bite was more feral, drawing blood from the sensitive skin of Morty's lips, laying his claim the way everybody would know what his bebè was up to. He had good partners in his life's but the small body against his, the high-pitched whimpers and open adoration was just something else entirely. It was so utterly adorable and filthy, and Rick lived for that shit.

"Hear that? You are mine," he stated with a hard voice, their hot, uneven breaths mixing together. There was no way he would let anybody else have Morty. He was his; su nieto, su bebè, su todo.

"Y-yeah, grampa Rick. I am y-yours."

(Thank you for the Spanish, my love @mortysanchez ❤️)

[hinatastinygiant]

18 | Sienna

Pairing: Bokuto x Fem!Reader

Escapism Masterlist

BOKUTO’S P.O.V.

FRIDAY

The next morning when I wake up there is still no news about my grandpa. The hospital hasn’t called so he isn’t allowed to go home yet. As I lay awake on the wall-side of my bed, in the empty house, I gaze up at the ceiling and try to figure it out. It just doesn’t make sense. They said he was fine, they just needed to run a few more quick tests before he left. He should be coming home today. If not today, then tomorrow.

But today passes by quickly. I leave my phone turned on and in my pocket all day, but there is no call. Around dinner time I start to get even more stressed worrying about grandpa and simultaneously taking care of the diner.

However, the last straw is when I see Y/N and Kuroo walk in and sit down at the same goddamn booth as always.

I watch as he walks her over, his hand on her lower back as he says “after you”, the smile on her lips when she replies “thanks”, and the laugh they share when they take their seats.

It’s so weird, seeing the two of them together that way. I never knew Kuroo had feelings for Y/N before now.

I try my best to tune them out, but it’s just so hard when I’m passing by and handing meals to other customers. At one point, while I’m gently placing a table’s plates down, I watch Kuroo lean closer to Y/N from the corner of my eye. He whispers “I heard that Bo went home with some girl last night.”

“No way, seriously?” Y/N replies, completely in shock.

How the hell did he know that? I think to myself. I left before they did.

“He looked super drunk last night. Hope he’s alright living alone,” Y/N then tells Kuroo.

“Except he wasn’t alone last night,” Kuroo teases.

“Ugh, gross,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “You know what I’m talking about. He’s been alone for a while now.”

“He’s got your parents right next door. He works here. He sees you and Al and Marlene and Akaashi. He’s fine,” Kuroo tries to reassure Y/N.

“Excuse me!” the woman at the table in front of me waves her hand in front of my face. “Are you listening?”

“Uh, yes. I’m sorry,” I shake my head as I bring myself back to my job. “What were you saying?”

“Mayo,” she replies as though she’s already said it a dozen times.

“And ketchup!” her friend chimes in.

“Right. I’ll be back in a second,” I nod before walking off.

When I return and place the condiments back on the table, I can still hear Kuroo and Y/N talking.

“Seriously, a new girlfriend? So that’s the reason why your mom’s never around?” Kuroo hums.

Well that would explain why I’ve seen Y/N’s mom kissing some random lady outside their house.

FLASHBACK ~ WEDNESDAY EVENING

When Y/N and I sit down on her couch, we both grab a big forkful of cake and devour everything that’s left.

“I guess this is how my mom’s been dealing with her stress,” she hums just before taking another bite of the delicious cake.

“Mmm, good coping style. Much better than sniffing coke,” I nod.

Y/N rolls her eyes at my comment. “You’re hilarious.”

“How is that going, by the way?” I ask her curiously as I look her up and down, hoping I’ve not made her uncomfortable by asking.

“I haven’t been sniffing if that’s what you’re asking me,” she replies while playing with the ring on her finger. Something I don’t even think she notices she’s doing.

“So then… Kuroo?” I ask. I know they’ve been hooking up, but I can’t tell how serious it is between them. But I think I’m making her nervous now because of the blank stare she gives me.

“I, uh…” she starts to explain. But with shitty timing, the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” I tell her as I place down my fork and stand up. “Be right back.”

“Thanks,” she mumbles as I walk out of the room.

When I approach the front door and open it, I’m met with the last face I want to see right now. “Shit, what’re you doing here?” I ask him.

“Really, that’s what you say when you see your friend?” he chuckles. “Am I interrupting something…”

“No, but Y/N’s asleep right now. I don’t think she’s in the mood for any guests. You know how girls are when you wake them up,” I grin, knowing he won’t call me out on my bluff. “Don’t think she’d be in the mood to hook up with you, either.”

“You really think I drove all the way out here just to fuck her?” he scoffs.

“Didn’t you?”

“What the hell is your problem, dude? You got grandpa issues then that’s fine, but don’t take it out on me. And you better not fucking take it out on her, either. Y’know, you don’t really have a goddamn right to be pissed off, anyway. It’s not like you’re the one she’s-“

Before I make any stupid decisions I’m sure I’d regret, I shut the door on Kuroo’s face and lock it, too, for extra measure.

When I get back to where Y/N is on the couch, I sit down beside her and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Are you okay?” she asks me as she carefully looks over my worried face. “Who was it? A burglar?” she then teases, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Something like that,” I hum as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I pull her close and relax as she places her head on my chest. God, I just hope she can’t tell how fast my heart is beating. “It’s okay,” I whisper as I lift my hand to her head and stroke her softly. “They’re gone now.”

A few minutes later, I can feel Y/N’s body go limp. I shake her a little bit and call her name, but she’s fast asleep.

If I were with anyone else, I’d probably pick her up and move her somewhere else, but since it’s Y/N- and since she’s so damn warm and comfortable- I let my eyes close, too.

Escapism Masterlist

[orangemoonxworks]

LIFTED EPISODE 001: NOTEBOOK NOSTALGIA — 1 WRITTEN BY: K. Reynolds -------------------------------------------------

Sitting high up on the fire escape outside her window, Christine watched as its light shone down 103rd Street. The days of Manhattanhenge had long passed by, but the view was somewhat similar. As the subtle breeze brushed by and her hair swayed along with the branches of the trees lined on both sides of the street. The sound of rumbling and metal screeching escaped from the subway entrance at the north end. As people left the station, she shifted her eyes to the worn-out notebook with masking tape along the edges in her lap.

It was an old journal she’d found.

She opened it up and began flipping through it, skipping pages of entries she’d written over the years. The pages were almost as brittle as the autumn leaves on the sidewalk. Eventually she landed on a blank page, one of the very few left. Staring at it, she palmed her cheek then smiled.

(Huh, it’s been a while since I wrote in this.)

She slightly twisted her body, reaching through her window to grab one of the pens from the holder on her desk, then began twirling it around her fingers while staring at the page.

(It’s kind of hard to believe that almost a year’s gone by. It almost feels like I’ve drifted into an alternate reality – like I’m living someone else’s life. Yeah, something like that.)

She tapped the pen against the page a few times then began to write.

Before last year, my life was uneventful. Yep, I was the girl who never had any friends. Sure, I wanted friends and I tried to make some, but it never worked out. No one wants to be friends with the tiny girl who always gets bullied, right?

After a while, I gave up and stayed to myself. It was lonely but it was better than failing spectacularly over and over again. I was – well, I still am a bit on the awkward side and by all accounts I’m a huge nerd. So, I practically had ‘target’ branded on my forehead. Not much luck there.

She paused, tapping the pen on her forehead, then continued.

After a certain…incident, my mom enrolled me in a school somewhere in Brooklyn Heights. I was just a wallflower there, so no one bothered me. I was fully prepared to be forever alone and accepted my fate as an unlovable dwarf. And then, well…

+

One year ago, September 2008.

Christine dove onto her new bed and frolicked excitedly. After a few years of living with her grandparents in East New York, she was finally living with her mother in their new home. It was a somewhat spacious condo in the Upper West Side that was located on a street facing west end of Central Park. Celeste, her mother, stood in the doorway with her arms crossed watching her daughter giddily roll around. The joy on her daughter’s face was enough for her to crack a little smile.

“Ah! I can’t believe it. I’m finally in my new room!” Chistine grabbed one of the pillows beside her then gently rubbed it against her face. “Bed so soft, bed so soft…”

“I’m glad you like it. Me and your father busted our asses trying to get everything up here.”

Christine spread her arms then let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve finally been freed from the hellish depths of East New York. No more drunk hobos, no more gun shots, and no more genuinely fearing for my life.”

Celeste pursed her lips then rolled her eyes. “Stop over-exaggerating.”

“I am going to miss Grandpa though.” Christine replied then flipped over onto her side. “He’s going to be all alone in that house now.”

“Speaking of that, call him later.”

“Will do!” Christine threw up her left arm, stretching her fingers. “But maybe after I break in my magnificent new room first.”

“Okay, well, do you then. I’mma hit the kitchen, get everything situated and all that, then start cooking. I gotta work tonight.”

Celeste left her daughter to her vices and walked away. Christine rolled over on her back excitedly quivered while holding her clutched fist to her chest and letting out a quiet scream of joy with her mouth closed.

For the past few years, I’d been living with my grandparents. Mom was always talking about making a better life for us – “us” meaning me, her, and my sadistic demon-spawn older sister. As if being tortured at school and around our way wasn’t enough.

Anyway, it’d been five years since she’d left to make that promise. My sister had moved with my father by then, so it was just me. As a kid, I always wanted to live in Manhattan. So, I was super thrilled about our new place which is literally down the street from Central Park. Like, I can look out of my window and boom! There it is.

It’s a dream come true.

Life in the ghetto paradise that is East New York isn’t exactly glamourous. Still, being whisked away to the greener grass felt just as surreal as holding a philosophical conversation with the building’s resident pouched rat. If that thing was any bigger, then it seriously would’ve had to pay rent.

After having spent nearly a half hour soaking in her new room, Celeste knocked on her door. She opened it just enough to lean halfway through the crack. “I need you to go to the store”

“Huh? The store? But I don’t know where it is.”

“It’s one block away – it’s not far. I’m making us some macaroni, so I need milk.”

Christine’s shoulders dropped in dread. “But…but what if I get lost?”

“If you get lost walking down the block then something is wrong with you.” Celeste teased, laughing, then headed back to the kitchen. “I left the money on the table out here. Keep the rest of it.”

Christine pouted then buried her face into her pillows. “So much for breaking in my new room.”

+

Naseem’s Diner and Deli. Aside from looking more luxurious than the usual, it was a typical corner store with all the hallmarks including a cat stretched out on the shelf filled with bags of chips. There was a small dining area beside the exposed windows but given the chairs were up on the tables and everything was still in pristine condition, it was clear they were hardly ever used. The floors and walls spotless, shelves and freezers neatly packed, and a sweet flowery scent flowed through the air.

The bells on the entrance door jingled as Christine walked inside. She was instantly struck by the stark contrast between what she was used to and what she was seeing in the moment. For once, the stench of cat piss and rank body odor wasn’t assaulting her nostrils. The store’s owner Naseem sat behind the register counter with his eyes glued to the flat screen hooked to the wall. There was a soccer game on. Adjacent to him was Ahmed, the cook who ran the diner side, and who was preoccupied with the chicken gyro he was putting together.

Christine headed to the freezers in the back and grabbed a jug of milk. On her way back to the front of the store, the entrance bells jingled. A boy with a twisty afro walked in. Compared to her tiny 4 ft. 11 frame, he was practically a giant. But more than that, he was dressed so stylishly that it wouldn’t have been surprising if he’d just walked off the set of a photo shoot. As he walked, the boy’s sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose revealing his hazelnut eyes, and a smooth but soft light brown complexion that seemed to glow in the sunlight. From the moment she saw him, Christine couldn’t keep her eyes off him.

And there he was – Lox a.k.a. Loen Wells. You know those moments in movies where the girl sees the guy, and rose peddles fly around and everything is weirdly pink and red? Well, that’s what it was like when I first saw him. I was mesmerized.

(Holy crap, he’s cute!)

“Yo, what up Ahmed.” Lox called out.

Ahmed raised his head and, upon seeing the boy, dreadfully sighed. As Christine reached the register counter, Naseem nearly leapt from his stool and cheered with his fist pumped up, celebrating his team scoring a goal. She sat the milk on the counter and briefly glanced at the tv, then returned to not-so-subtly staring at the boy eight feet away from her.

“You finished my sandwich yet?”

“No.” Ahmed replied, annoyed. “Give me a few more minutes.”

“A few more minutes?! Nigga, I called you a whole half hour ago.”

Ahmed sighed again. “You do know that you’re not the center of my universe, right? In case you haven’t noticed, I do have other customers.”

Lox sucked his teeth then jokingly replied, “Bruh, forget them. I’m your homie. I should get first priority over everybody.”

“Yeah.” Ahmed said then massaged the right side of his temple, quietly mumbling “I don’t wanna deal with you right now.”

Christine continued to eavesdrop as they went back and forth, forgetting about the jug of milk waiting to be paid for. Fortunately, Naseem was so invested in the soccer game he hadn’t noticed her at all.

“It’s not my fault you dumb slow. I could ride the A to Far Rockaway and back, and you’d still be making my sandwich.” Lox joked then sucked his teeth. “Got me feeling like I’m waiting on food stamps.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Ahmed mumbled.

“And that’s not all either! You see how long you’ve been making that gyro? It’s like you be playing hairdresser and shit. You be mad serious trying to make it all pretty like you a real chef.” He raised his chin then smugly grinned. “I bet you put mad shit on that nobody asked for.”

“For your information, I am a real chef. And unlike you, I actually contribute to society while you stand in front of cameras and,” Ahmed paused then pressed his finger into his cheek. “What was it that you said I do? Make things look pretty? Oh, that’s right! That’s what you do.”

Lox smirked. “Don’t front cuz I make more bread than you.”

Ahmed sighed then dejectedly dropped his head. “And that’s the sad part. If all I have to do is stand still and let people take pictures of me, then why work hard at all, right? This world, man.”

“You chose to make sandwiches for a living. That don’t got nothin’ to do with me.”

After another missed goal, Naseem angrily slammed his fist down on the counter, startling Christine and snapping her back to reality. He grabbed his face, groaning and swearing into his hand, then noticed her looking at him from the corner of his eye.

“Oh, sorry Miss.” he said, softening his tone. “You pay, right?”

“Well, yeah. Oh! But I’m not in a huge hurry or anything!” She said then nervously waved her hands.

Naseem slightly tilted his head, confused by her hand waving. “I don’t get what you’re doing there with your hands. You pay for the milk?”

Averting his confused stare, she sheepishly handed the money over. Just as she went to grab the bagged milk and her change, a loud piercing sneeze shot out. Ahmed wiped his nose then tossed the balled tissue to the small trash can beside him.

“Shit, my allergies are acting up.”

“Bruh, if that’s my sandwich on the side, then you’d better move.” Lox said, looking at the foil-wrapped sandwich roll beside the gyro.

“You want this one?” Ahemed pointed down at the sandwich. “You can take it if you want. And I didn’t make it pretty like the gyro here.”

Lox’s mouth twisted in disgust. “Nah, nigga you just sneezed over there. I don’t want that shit.”

Ahmed groaned. “I didn’t sneeze on it. It’s already been wrapped. And it’s exactly what you ordered too, so you might as well take it. Either that or you wait another ten minutes.”

Lox sucked his teeth. “I’m not trying to wait for another ten minutes.”

“Then take the damn sandwich!” Ahmed shouted in agitation.

“All right, damn! I’mma take it.” Lox replied, slightly leaning back. “Stop spazzing, bruh. It’s not that serious.”

As he went to grab the sandwich, his eyes ventured up the menu on the wall behind Ahmed. He stared for a moment, rubbing his chin in deep thought, and tapping his fingers on the counter. Aside from the soccer game playing, there was dead silence. Ahmed’s eyes narrowed tightly, and his teeth clenched so hard one could hear it. His frustration grew more intense with each passing second. An uncontrollable giggle began to rise from Christine’s stomach. Lox’s eyes raced from one edge of the menu to the other, then stopped.

“So, umm, dead that. Let me get chicken over rice.”

Before Ahmed could react to his nonsense, a burst of hysterical laughter filled the store. All three men turned to the source in utter confusion and surprise. Upon seeing their bewildered eyes piercing at her, Christine’s laughter quickly dissipated. Her face bloomed into a bright crimson red. She snatched the milk and her change, then made a break for the door and darted outside and around the corner. -------------------------------------------------

[takes1]

Hii!! Could you do a Bakugou gets horny while you’re cuddling?? Fem or gender neutral is totally fine w me! If not then thats okay, hope you have a great day :))

FUCK YES i love this i was literally just thinking about writing something like this today !! hope i interpreted this right! tysm for requesting :)

warnings. nsfw, scary grandpa sneeze, academic deadlines, some light grinding, groping, light scratching, friends with benefits, kissy-kissy, minors stay off my lawn!!

details. gn!reader, aged up kats, 1.5k words

scenario series. k. bakugou, hawks is next ;)

links. my ao3 / p.2 + more bakugou / requests open

11:30 p.m

You took what felt like your first real breath in hours and hit submit on your Powerpoint with 29 minutes to spare.

A strangled "Fuck," fell from your lips as you leaned almost too far back in your desk chair and waited for your eyes to adjust to everything that was not a computer screen.

Aizawa really needed to let up on those mixed-media projects. How the hell was knowing how to format part of the Hero-Course curriculum? Were villains going to quiz you on text files in the heat of a fight?

You reached for your phone and cringed at the many missed group texts of the class struggling as a whole to finish their projects, asking for help, sending mass prayers. Not feeling particularly saintly after your three-hour frenzy, you decided to knock the 52 notifications off of your lock screen and decided they'd have to suffer together.

As you were cleaning out more unnecessary notifications, one from 11:12 sent a small surge of panic through you. You missed a text from Bakugou.

KB: Can't sleep.

That was bullshit, of course, he could sleep. He slept more and better than anyone you knew. But as with most things he said, it was code for something he didn't want to say straight up.

It was difficult trying to be quiet when the door to his dorm needed about 37 gallons WD40-- you flinched with every screech it filled the room with and had to stop to catch your breath after you locked it.

A figure was stomach-down on his bed, clutching the pillow under his head like a vice so hard you couldn't be convinced he was actually sleeping. Unlike many nights that he so humbly requested your presence, this time he was without his tanktop.

Every inch of his room was actively working against you. The hardwood floor also tried its damndest to alert him of your presence as you resorted to a goofy, Grinch-like tiptoe towards his twin mattress, your shadow on the wall a simultaneously humbling thing to witness and one more flag to stir him.

Too bad he was already awake.

"About time," He spat, grumpy, but raised his arm to invite you into his bed.

The motion gave you a full view of his impressive build. You couldn't spare to think about it for long, though. You didn't want to make this weird.

"20 minutes was that bad, huh?"

To express his supreme frustration and play hard to get, he rolled his eyes and turned his back to you. It did not work. It was through his invitation that you were here, so all it succeeded in doing was make him seem like an even bigger softie.

Your friendship was hard to explain, and these weird undertones were even harder to justify. But the general rule was that a relationship wasn't beneficial to either of you right now with school, work, and social pressures. For now, late-night cuddles, poorly-timed and rushed make-outs, vague texts, loaded stares, and slightly too much touching during training were enough.

He wouldn't budge unless you gave in a tiny bit. So, you scooted closer, shoved your bottom arm around his tiny waist, and wrapped your top arm around his chest with a hand gripping his shoulder.

"I was doing homework, if you must know," Your lips brushed his ear briefly before you set your head on the pillow behind his, talking into his unruly hair, "Not everyone can go to bed at 9:00, like you, Star Student."

A small grunt. Rough palms slid up your softer arms and rested there with a quiet exhale.

Your hands automatically started scratching light circles on the space between his neck and shoulder, noting how his muscle slowly, hesitantly, loosened as he relaxed.

Bakugou smelled so sweet. His hair, his pillows, his skin, his room. It was a borderline aphrodisiac for you. And god, did it stick. After some suspicious stares and cryptic questions from Kirishima the one time you didn't shower after a cuddle session, you made sure to scrub extra hard, throw the clothes you wore in the hamper immediately, and overcompensate with lotions and perfumes to get the caramel scent off. Anything to avoid getting discovered.

You must've been more burnt-out than you thought because exhaustion was starting to lull you into premature sleep fast. Bakugou was too warm and comfortable; you briefly worried you might not wake up to get to your room in the morning before everyone else was roaming the halls.

Some part of your brain ruled that it didn't matter, this was far too perfect and you let yourself drift off.

"AAAAAAH-TCH!"

Startled out of your wits, you found yourself wide awake in an upright position, hands retracted to protect yourself from danger with a pitifully scared yelp.

Bakugou was sniffling underneath you, eyes barely open even after that heart-stopping sneeze.

"Nice, Bakugou," You muttered with a bite.

Defensive of his devastating volume, he scoffed, "I sneezed! What, I'm not allowed to sneeze?"

There was no telling how late it was now, and you had class in the morning. You flumped back down, defeated but still bitter, with your hands wrapped around yourself this time.

You yawned, "Gonna wake up the whole damn building..."

"Shut up," He barked, head turned expectedly to your huddled form, expecting snuggles. When they were not provided, he huffed in an even harsher tone, "Come here."

Tired, you were too fed up to dance around him like usual --funny how a sneeze could do that-- and ignored him. If his allergies were the reason you flunk your presentation of that Powerpoint tomorrow morning, he will never hear the end of it.

He turned over. Bakugou did not like that, because Bakugou was the only person who was allowed to be difficult.

He sucked his teeth at you, pulled you into his chest forcefully, and kicked a heavy leg over your hips, head resting on top of yours as you were given no other choice than to be squished or wrap your arms around him. It was impossible to be grumpy when he was so unique and intense in his affection. You pressed your head into the soft muscle of his pec and gave a content sigh through your nose.

With so much surface area to touch, you enjoyed running your nails freely over the width of his upper back. He was so well-built. It made you think of how much of a shame his attitude was because he'd have so many options as arguably the hottest guy in 1-A.

Your palm ran over the warm lines you created in his skin and dove to his mid-back, where you could better feel his muscle anticipate your feather-light touches. The strong arms around you adjusted to tighten and his tummy flexed.

"Sorry," You mumbled, mistakenly thinking that he was uncomfortable and wanted you to stop.

Before you could take your hands any remarkable distance away, though, there was a budding pressure against your front that made your heart drop in confused arousal.

Maybe it was naive to be so surprised by it, but Bakugou, in all the times you cuddled, never got noticeably hard. The both of you were typically careful to not touch hips, really. Now you were awake.

You continued your scratching and gentle massage against his lower back. The heartbeat in your ear and on your hips was fast enough to convince you he didn't plan on going to sleep anytime soon. You wondered if he could feel yours, too, and grew nervous at the idea. Would this...change things?

There was little time to roll this idea over in your head, because he suddenly decided he was tired of this position and muttered against your hair, "Turn around."

The space between your legs was on fire. You wanted to look at his face, but before you knew it, you were nestled deep into him and his leg was thrown over your hips again.

To test it, you pushed back into him and received a strong, suffocating squeeze in return as he shifted half of his weight forward through his arm and hips, practically crushing you. He cleared his throat and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other toying with your hair. No mistake, he knew what he was doing.

He moved on quickly to cup your face, rubbing your cheek with the hard pad of his thumb, and huffed, amused, at how flustered you were. A big, messy kiss on your exposed neck made you swallow a sigh.

"Bakugou--"

"Katsuki," He corrected.

That made this exponentially harder.

"We have class in the morning," You whispered, torn between your desire to sleep and desire to continue whatever this was.

He only hummed against your ear, unfazed by this fact. His top hand lowered to your side and sent your tummy in a buzzing frenzy to resist his temptations. He chose to do this on a Thursday night? The presentation was worth 20% of your final grade.

But his cock felt so good through your shorts, and his hand was prying open your legs to feel how hot you were for him. Your fingers clawed on his bicep, but they didn't try to stop him. You could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice between the noisy sucking, "Mm, I can be quick."

[andraxicated]

Genshin men as k-dramas

Pairings: genshin men x f!reader

Synopsis: Scenarios of you and genshin men in some of my favorite k-dramas.

Characters: childe, scaramouche, itto, thoma, kaeya

(pt.2) ayato, albedo, kazuha

(pt.3) dainsleif, diluc, zhongli, xiao

Tags: fake dating | sussy husband | comedy attempt | malewife in an apocalypse | sexy red flag | fluff

a/n: this got too long so I'm cutting these into parts!

Childe — A Business Proposal💍

you feel so out of place in this fancy restaurant where everyone seems so poised and classy. why did you even agree to this? oh right, you need the money. waiting feels like forever until a sexy voice that made your body tingle calls out to you. "hello? (f/n) (f/l/n)?" you look up to the man confirming your name and you swear the air got knocked out from your lungs. HE'S SO FINE??? AND HE'S RICH?? jackpot!!! wait, don't forget you're on a fake date. you need to mess things up! and so you act like a crazy woman obsessed with her riches and is fond of hot, crazy, steamy, wild sex. you're literally throwing away your dignity just for this awkward date to end (why isn't he saying anything to you T_T). you swear you've done everything you could to get this man to be turned off and yet this falls on his lips: "I like you." WHATTHE? wow, what a crazy man he must like crazy women too. what was his name again? ajax? childe? oh well, it's not like you will ever see him again.....SURPRISE SURPRISE BIATCH, he's your fucking boss, the owner of the company. the urge to jump in front of a bus is really strong right now <3. help, how are you going to solve this? you just fooled your boss on a date! and wow, the universe must really hate you because he found out <33 and now you're sitting here across him, apologies endlessly spilling from your mouth because you're such a desperate peasant for money. he's like "i don't like people who waste my time." and you be like: "ok i'm sorry *cries* :((" but then...he sets up a proposal??? a proposal where you two have to fake date and then get married just to get his grandpa's pestering off his back. wait this isn't a marriage proposal, it's a business proposal!

Scaramouche — Flower of Evil🌹

everything was perfect, it was the same old morning routine you would never get tired of. waking up to your husband cooking breakfast, your daughter's eyes creasing when she sees you, and your giggle that warms the house. your husband thought it was perfect too, and he wanted to stay like that forever...but how could someone who had a dark past pretend like it didn't exist? the past will never let him go and Scaramouche will do anything to keep his family out of danger. unfortunately, it can't be helped, you are a detective after all. fate it may be, your team is the one who's investigating your husband's case. the moment you picked up that watch, when you recognized it, hid it from your colleague, doubts started to rise and suddenly you can't breathe. was it all lies? your cold neighborhood crush who eventually warmed up and loved you...was it all fake? just like your husband's identity? every night, laying on that bed with him, his touches on your skin now bring pain rather than relief. no, you're not going to let love blind you. you are a detective who swore to bring justice. and you are gonna bring justice. even if it's against your husband, even if this fragile dollhouse falls apart, as long as you're alive...justice will prevail.

Itto — It's Okay to Not Be Okay✍️

the moment you saw Itto and that big beefy arms of his, you wanted him. and what you want, it's what you get. that's what always been happening in your life, everything is so easy to get! except for this stubborn himbo who disregards your romantic and sexual advances. is he gay? maybe asexual? nah, you don't think so. but why does he always reject you? any attempt of dressing up in grand designer clothes doesn't seem to catch his eye and it's so frustrating. oh, he's busy taking care of a granny and a kid in a retirement home...that's sweet and...attractive. the visits to the retirement home get more and more frequent because of the everyday itch of seeing his face. the more you stay, the more you learn about life and the deeper your feelings get. don't worry about unrequited love, because this big man is also falling in love with you despite your eccentrics. the time spent with Itto is a time well spent, a short period that cannot compare to the dark and empty life you had before. this is a path of healing, a path of love, and a path of family. you'd gladly take this path in any life because of the happiness it gives. you're working on a new book with the kid whom Itto takes care of as the artist. this is not child labor, this is just commissioning an artist! you close your eyes and recall the past months you had with Itto and the people at the retirement home. then colorful imagination, sceneries, and characters just pop up in your mind as you hurriedly scribble down the train of thought. "kid draw this." you pass the notes to the boy who's sketching on a notepad and he nods while he gets his materials. you lean back with a satisfied smile as you smell the incoming money from this bestseller book.

Thoma — Sweet Home🌇

so this it...this is the end of your short life. you're a year from graduating and reaching your dreams and now this stupid zombie apocalypse happens out of nowhere. you haven't even stepped foot in Switzerland yet! goodbye mother, father, friends, relatives. goodbye world it was a mid life. wait are they even alive— "hhk!" a quiet hitch escapes your lips and you quickly bite down the flesh as the monster's ears turn and face you abruptly. your face contorts in horror at the terrifying appendage that's nearing your face; your body instinctively presses on the wall even if there's no room left to hide. you were accepting moments ago and now you're keeping quiet because you want to live. 'guess this is human survival instinct. and your survival instinct is telling you to hold your breath and keep quiet but your pounding heart won't listen, and you know the monster could hear it. this was a terrifying way to go, your heart pulled out of your chest. the ear gets awfully close to your nose and you close your watery eyes while your ears ring, lips bleed, and body paralyzed. 'let's just make this quick please. it's just like sleeping right?' a sad thought enters your mind as your body calms down while preparing for the blow. then a shrill shriek startles you as you open your eyes, watching the ear pull out quickly. A stabbing sound squelches and your heart drops as your hands absentmindedly place over your mouth. you don't know if you're relieved or guilty but you just press your knees to your chest and close your eyes. then, the atmosphere changes as a familiar voice calls out to you: "hey, are you okay? are you hurt?" your eyes take in the sight of a blonde guy holding a knife-broom with a worried expression on his face. then suddenly, every piece of nerve just connects together and your mind is back on track. OMG IT'S THAT CUTE MALEWIFE MATERIAL NEIGHBOR! IT'S THOMA! your sight then follows the familiar dog walking around the apartment and it turns to you as if smiling, serotonin immediately overwhelming you. you're very happy thoma and taroumaru are alive— oh, another man is holding a katana and a woman carrying a guitar! glad to know you're on the winning team!

Kaeya — Nevertheless🦋

he's the type of guy who doesn't like commitment and thinks relationships are a bother but likes to flirt. what a total asshole. and of course, you don't know that this potential danger is now approaching you since your back looked so appealing. kaeya sits beside you and asks: "is this seat taken?" you turn to speak but then you're met with the hottest man you've ever seen. one eye covered but the other is dark blue, tan skin, has a tiddie window, and an aura that just screams sex. you've been mesmerized by his appealing looks that it left kaeya chuckling, snapping you out of your dream. "n-no it's not taken." you reply to him as he sits beside you, ordering a drink for himself. you just broke up with your boyfriend and yet this man is currently occupying your mind, is that even right? that night continued with the both of you playing darts and enjoying each other's company. a small detail you noticed about him is that he has a butterfly tattoo on his nape. you wanted to ask him about it but it seems it has a deeper meaning that's not suitable for light talk. lucky you, he's surprisingly a schoolmate of yours! kaeya's visits to your apartment become frequent since he says he wants to get close! supposedly innocent touches become heated ones that lead to the bed. nevertheless, this unsafe attraction is what keeps you bound to each other.

[raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka]

House of the Dragon Ep. 7: Driftmark, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

*Laena Velaryon's funeral*

Vaemond: *gives speech about Laena in High Valyrian*

Vaemond: *looks directly at Rhae-Rhae* ...Lady Laena leaves behind two TRUE-BORN daughters.

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Wtf is his problem?

Daemon: *laughs*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *approaches Jacaerys* Jace, baby, have you seen your daddy?

Rhaenyra: Btw, your cousins’ mom had just died. Maybe you should go comfort them.

Jacaerys: I lost someone too.

Rhaenyra: Jace.

Jacaerys: Wtf are we even doing here, mommy? We should be in Harrenhal for Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin.

Rhaenyra: *lowkey panics and looks around fearing someone heard them*

Rhaenyra: It’s not appropriate. The Velaryons are our fam and the Strongs aren’t. Get it?

Jacaerys: *annoyed* Fine.

. . . . .

Helaena: *tending to her bugs*

Aegon: *disgusted* Eww, wtf is she doing now? We have nothing in common.

Aemond: Uh, she’s our sister.

Aegon: You marry her, then.

Aemond: I’d do it, but I’m not promised to her.

Aegon: It’s a terrible idea, honestly.

Aemond: It would strengthen the fam and keep our blood pure.

Aegon: She’s fucking weird af.

Aemond: She’s your future queen. Show her some respect, bro.

Aegon: *grabs another drink* Well, actually, we do have one thing in common. We both dragons and you don’t.

Aemond: …

Aemond: Fuck you, Aegon.

. . . . .

Larys: *creepy stalking Alicent*

Criston: Queen Ali, Larys has been staring at you weirdly, btw.

Alicent: *Sees Larys* Wtf

Alicent: Calm down, Crispy. He’s just happy he’s the new lord of Harrenhal.

Criston: …

. . . . .

Jacaerys: ...

Baella and Rhaena: ...

Jacaerys: Idk what to say, but I’m here.

Baela: *grabs Jacaerys’ hand* Thanks, cousin.

. . . . .

Corlys: Lukey, my title and High Tide will be yours someday. Your big bro will be king and he’ll be in King’s Landing with all the boring meetings and shit. But the lord of the tides rules the seas.

Lucerys: *pulls a Jon Snow expression* I don’t want it.

Jon Snow in the future:

Corlys: Wtf it’s your birthright.

Lucerys: If I’ll be lord of driftmark, that means everyone’s dead.

Corlys: …

. . . . .

Rhaenys: *approaches Baela and Rhaena*

Jacaerys: K bye.

Rhaenys: *hugs Baela and Rhaena* It’s ok, my grandbabies.

Rhaena: *sad face* I don’t want mommy gone.

. . . . .

Jacaerys and Aemond:

. . . . .

Laenor: *staring at the sea, crying*

Corlys: Wtf

Corlys: Hey, Qarl, get your bff out of the water.

Vaemond: Big bro, wtf. Calm down.

. . . . .

Viserys: Hey, lil’ bro. Your baby girls look like their Mom. Trust me, it helps with the loss of pain, but then again the gods can be cruel.

Daemon: Bitch, please. They’re more cruel to you. I mean, you look terrible af.

Viserys: Btw, maybe you should come back to King’s Landing with us. You know, come back home.

Daemon: My baby girls and I live in Pentos now.

Viserys: Bro, I know we fight a lot, but let’s forget about that. I’ll give you a position when you come with us. That’s something you need, right? So, what do you say?

Daemon: No, thanks. I don’t need anything.

Viserys: Come on, bro.

Daemon: *walks out*

Otto, to Daemon: Sorry for your loss.

Daemon: Stfu, I know you don’t mean it.

. . . . .

Viserys, to Alicent: I’m going to bed, Aemma.

Alicent: Wtf my name is Alicent!

Everyone at the funeral:

Everyone in the fucking universe:

. . . . .

Aegon: *drunk af*

Otto, to Aemond: Where tf is your bro?

Aemond: *points at Aegon on the floor*

Otto: *finds him and kicks his ass*

Aegon: Aemond, wtf?! No, wait. You’re not Aemond.

Aegon: *panics* Oh, shit! Hi grandpa.

Otto: Go to bed, you little shit!

. . . . .

Rhaenys: Laena wants to come home, but Daemon said no.

Corlys: I’m sure he’s doing what’s best for the fam.

Rhaenys: That son of a bitch is selfish. She would’ve been here and had our Maesters treat her.

Corlys: They have doctors there too, Babe. If you’re blaming someone, it’s the gods.

Rhaenys: Maybe they’re punishing us because of our big heads.

Corlys: Hey, you would’ve been the queen. But those mofos gave it to your cousin. Is it bad that as your hubby for you to get it back?

Rhaenys: Omfg, not this again. I know it’s really for your ambition and not for me. I accepted the fact that I will never have it, it’s you who wouldn’t let it go. Even now, your daughter just died, your son is a mess, and that’s all you care about? Wtf.

Corlys: Babe, we only live once. Of course, we got to live our lives to the fullest.

Rhaenys: I want Laena’s baby girl, Baela to inherit Driftmark. To someone who actually has Velaryon blood. You can say it now while everyone’s still here.

Corlys: What about Laenor?

Rhaenys: He’s gonna be king consort. I wouldn’t worry about him.

Corlys: And Laenor’s baby boys? What about them, huh?

Rhaenys: Come on, you aren’t blind. Kids looked nothing like him. You know those aren’t his sons. But we’re sure that Laena’s daughters came out of her.

Corlys: History doesn’t remember blood, they remember names.

Rhaenys: Wtf Corlys.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *venting out* Laenor is so bored because there are no battles. Our marriage is a joke, but at least, I’m involve.

Daemon: You’re lucky.

Rhaenyra: I guess I have been ever since my daddy chose me. But we tried, but nothing happened. Plus, there’s no pleasure, at all. I did find it though, and it’s soo good. *wink-wink*

Daemon: Oh, yeah, that’s why Harwin was always around you.

Rhaenyra: Yeah, I shouldn’t have let him leave though. They say that castle more cursed then ever.

Daemon: You know that’s an urban legend, right? If I had to guess, that was your evil stepmom’s doing.

Rhaenyra: I don’t think Ali would actually kill anyone, but her dad? Maybe. That son of a bitch had me spied.

Daemon: Everyone makes mistakes, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: Oh, that’s so rich coming from you, uncle.

Daemon: I’m sorry, and what exactly did I do?

Rhaenyra: Bitch, you left me!

Daemon: I had too, you were still a baby.

Rhaenyra: *seduction mode on* Sure, but I’m not a baby anymore. 😉

Daemon: Rhae-Rhae, wtf are you doing?

Rhaenyra and Daemon: *makes out*

Rhaenyra and Daemon: *doing it*

. . . . .

Aemond: I want a dragon and I’m getting a dragon.

Aemond: *sees Vhagar*

Aemond: Ooh, I want her.

Aemond: *claims Vhagar*

Aemond, flying on Vhagar:

Aemond: OMFG THAT WAS AWESOME!

. . . . .

Baela and Rhaena: *sees Vhagar being stolen* Wtf

Baela: *wakes us Jacaerys* Jace, wake up!

Jacaerys: What? What?

Baela: Someone stole our mommy’s dragon.

Jacaerys: *gets up* WHAT?! Son of a bitch!

. . . . .

Rhaena: *sees Aemond* Omfg it’s him.

Aemond: Yeah, it’s me. Got a problem?

Rhaena: Wtf Vhagar is my mommy’s dragon!

Aemond: Well, she’s dead. Doesn’t matter.

Rhaena: I was gonna claim her!

Aemond: First come, first claim then, bitch. Maybe your cousins can find you a pig then.

Rhaena: Wtf that’s it!

Aemond: *shoves Rhaena aside* Weak bitch.

Baela: *punches Aemond* Don’t touch my sister, you son of bitch!

Aemond: *punches Baela* Fight me and I’ll feed you to my fucking dragon!

Jacaerys: *attacks Aemond* Wtf, Aemond! You should never hit a girl!

*Kiddie fight ensues*

Aemond: *gains the upper hand and strangles Lucerys* Weak-ass bitches!

Aemond: *grabs a rock and aims at Lucerys* You’ll die screaming just like your daddy!

Lucerys: Idiot! My daddy’s still alive.

Jacaerys: If you hurt my lil’ bro, I swear to the gods, Aemond, I will end you.

Aemond: Oh, he doesn’t know? Your poor bastards.

Jacaerys: *grabs a knife* That’s it!

Rhaena: Jace, wtf are you doing?!

Jacaerys: *attacks with knife*

Aemond: *disarms Jacaerys and hits him with the rock on his head*

Jacaerys: *drops knife and hits the ground*

Lucerys: *grabs his bro’s knife*

Aemond: Anyone else?

Jacaerys:

Lucerys: *slashes through Aemond’s eye* Don’t touch my big bro!

Aemond: *covers his bleeding eye* OW! WTF?! OMFG MY EYE! I’M BLIND!

Lord Commander: WTF IS GOING ON?!

. . . . .

Viserys: How in the seven fucking hells did you let this happen?!

Lord Commander: Idk, my king. The kids were supposed to be in bed.

Viserys: Who was on duty?

Criston: The prince was attacked by his cousins.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae’s babies are Aemond’s nephews, idiot! Not his cousins! Nevertheless, you were supposed to protect my family! WTF!

Lord Commander: I’m so sorry, my king. It won’t happen again.

Criston: Yeah, we never had to defend princes from princes, btw.

Viserys: YOU STFU AND THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER!

Criston: …

Alicent, to the Maester: *lowkey panicking* My baby’s gonna be ok, right? It will heal, right? Right?

Maester: His wound will heal, but the eye’s gone.

Alicent: *slaps Aegon* Where tf were you?!

Aegon: *still drunk af* Ow, Mom. Wtf did I do?

Alicent: Exactly! You didn’t do shit! That’s nothing compared to what your lil’ bro suffered!

Corlys: Wtf is going on? Why is everyone out of bed?

Rhaenys: *goes to comfort Baela and Rhaena* Wtf happened?

Rhaenyra: *runs straight to her baby boys*

Rhaenyra: *sees Lucerys’ broken nose* Who tf did this?

Aemond: They attacked me!

Jacaerys: Wtf? He attacked Baela!

Rhaena: He broke Lukey’s nose!

Baela: He stole my mommy’s dragon!

Lucerys: He was gonna kill my big bro!

*The kids yelling at each other*

Daemon: *watching the live soap opera in the corner* Damn, I need popcorn.

Viserys: EVERYONE STFU!

Alicent: My baby boy is the victim!

Viserys: I said STFU!

Jacaerys, to Rhaenyra: He called us bastards.

*awkward silence*

Viserys: Aemond, wtf happened?

Alicent: Your baby boy is hurt and Rhae-Rhae’s son is the one who did it.

Rhaenyra: *holds her babies defensively* It was an accident.

Alicent: Accident? Wtf! Lucerys brought a knife, he was going to kill my baby boy.

Rhaenyra: Excuse me? My babies were the ones attacked, they were only defending themselves. They were insulted.

Viserys: What insults?

Rhaenyra: He called them bastards.

Jacaerys: That’s true.

Rhaenyra, to Viserys: My babies are going to inherit the throne, daddy. This is treason. Maybe Aemond should tell us where he heard it from.

Alicent: All this because of an insult? My baby boy lost his eye!

Viserys, to Aemond: Where did you hear this lie?

Aemond: …

Alicent: It was obviously a joke. It’s probably nothing.

Viserys: Aemond, I asked you a question.

Alicent: Where’s ser Laenor? The boys’ “father” should be here, right?

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, where is your hubby?

Rhaenyra: Idk. Couldn’t sleep so I took a walk.

Alicent: I think he’s out with his “friends”.

Corlys: *lowkey offended* Bitch, you’re in my house.

Viserys: Aemond, where did you hear it?

Aemond: I heard it from Aegon.

Aegon: Wtf?

Viserys: Aegon! Tell me the truth, where did you hear it?

Aegon: *still drunk af* Dad, I mean, look at them. They don’t have pretty blond hair like us.

Viserys: THIS HAS TO STOP! WE ARE FAMILY!

Viserys: Now say sorry to each other and we can put this behind us.

Alicent: That’s not enough. Aemond is half-blind, saying sorry will not fix his eye.

Viserys: I can’t fix his eye. Wtf do you want me to do?

Alicent: An eye for an eye. I want one of Rhae-Rhae’s son’s eyes in return.

Viserys: Ali-

Alicent: That’s your son, Viserys!

Viserys: Don’t allow your emotions to make you do brash decisions.

Daemon: *enjoying the free netflix subscription* Omfg this drama is so good!

Alicent: Fine, I’ll do it myself.

Alicent, to Criston: Hey, Crispy. Get me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.

Lucerys: *clings to Rhae-Rhae* Mommy!

Rhaenyra: *shoves Lucerys behind her* DON’T YOU EVEN FUCKING DARE HURT MY BABY BOY!

Viserys: Don’t do it, Crispy.

Alicent: He’s my bodyguard, he answers to me!

Criston: …

Viserys: *with an angry tone* Ali! We’re done here.

Viserys: And if anyone else questions the birth of Princess Rhae-Rhae’s baby boys will have their tongues cut off.

Rhaenyra: Thank you, daddy.

Alicent: *losses it and grabs Viserys’ knife*

Lord Commander: Omfg!

Viserys: Ali, wtf are you doing?!

Alicent: *attempts to attack Lucerys*

Rhaenyra: *defends her babies by grabbing Alicent*

Criston: *attempts to aid Alicent*

Daemon: Oh shit’s about to go down.

Daemon: *grabs Crispy* Not so fast, Coleslaw.

Rhaenyra: Ali, wtf are you doing?

Alicent: I did what I’m expected to do all my life, bitch. While all you did was doing what you wanted. Now, you take my baby’s eye and acted like nothing happened.

Rhaenyra: Bitch, it’s not my fault that you’re jealous of me. Maybe you should’ve lived your life like I did. You’re trying to paint me as the bad guy here, but really, you’re just showing everyone your true colors. So, Uno reverse, bitch.

Alicent: *slashes knife*

Rhaenyra: *had her arm slashed and is bleeding* Wtf?

Alicent: *lowkey panics*

Aemond: It’s ok, mommy. It was a fair trade, I guess. I may have lost my eye, but I have a dragon now.

Aemond: *hugs Alicent*

Daemon: *checks on Rhae-Rhae* Are you ok?

Rhaenyra: Bleeding, but I’m fine.

Lucerys: *comforts Rhae-Rhae*

Lucerys: *looks up at Daemon* Other daddy?

. . . . .

Alicent, to Otto: Go on, yell at me.

Otto: Why would I yell at you?

Alicent: I did something bad, making myself, you and my babies look bad because I hurt Rhae-Rhae. Obviously, the tea has been spilled that I’m going crazy.

Otto: Well, that tea is already out.

Alicent: I’m sure Viserys will take Rhae-Rhae’s side from now on. I’m so sorry, daddy.

Otto: I’ve never seen this side of you, Ali. I love it and I’m so proud of you. Don’t worry about that squabble, it’s ok. You only did what you thought was best for your family.

Alicent: But Rhae-Rhae-

Otto: Is a spoiled brat. Everyone knows that.

Alicent: And my hubby?

Otto: He’ll forgive you if you apologize. You’re his wifey. Nothing else he can do. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Besides, your baby boy has brought us a new dragon. That’ll be useful.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *had her wound stitched*

Laenor: *enters the room* Wtf happened? Is everyone ok?

Maester: The broken nose’s the worst, but everyone’s gonna be ok.

Rhaenyra, to the maester: Thanks, Maester. Now please, gtfo.

Maester: *leaves* K bye.

Rhaenyra, to Jacaerys and Lucerys: Boys, your dad and I need to talk. Go rest.

Jacaerys: Yes, mommy. *grabs Lukey and leaves*

Laenor: I should’ve been there.

Rhaenyra: Lol those should be our house words.

Laenor: I fought in battles, but couldn’t protect my own family. I suck so bad.

Rhaenyra: Aemond called our sons bastards.

Laenor: I have failed you, Rhae-Rhae. I tried, I swear. The kids, I do love them. But all of it isn’t enough. I hate the gods for making me gay.

Rhaenyra: Don’t be so hard on yourself. Do you know how rare nice guys like you exist these days?

Laenor: Remember back then when agreed to have an open relationship? My bf Qarl will go back to fight in the Stepstones soon, and when he does, I want to make us work again. I'll be a better hubby to you and a better dad to our babies.

Rhaenyra: Give up your happiness?

Laenor: You deserve better, Rhae-Rhae. I’m going to be straight from then on.

Rhaenyra: Oh, boo. You don’t have to do that.

Laenor: But-?

Rhaenyra: Don’t worry, I got a plan where we both get what we want.

. . . . .

Larys: Hi, Queen Ali. I’m sorry about your baby boy losing his eye and Princess Rhae-Rhae got away with shit again.

Alicent: I know. That bitch.

Larys: Do you want me to do something about that?

Alicent: Doesn’t matter anymore.

Alicent: And don’t worry, when I want someone dead, I will actually tell you about it and you’ll do the rest, efficiently.

Larys: Omfg, yes, Queen Ali. It will be an honor.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: I need you uncle. I can’t face the greens alone. Btw, do you remember when you told me your wife died and I asked you to marry me before I marry Laenor?

Daemon: Yeah, why?

Rhaenyra: That offer is up again.

Daemon: Rhae-Rhae, I can’t marry you because your hubby is still alive.

Rhaenyra: Well, about that.

Daemon: Wait, are you gonna-?

Rhaenyra: Lol no. I’m not a tyrant.

Daemon: Then you just set him free. You know, fake his death.

Rhaenyra: Corlys and Rhaenys won’t be happy about that. I mean, he’s their only kid left. And people will be blaming me, wtf.

Daemon: Who tf cares what people say.

. . . . .

Daemon, to Qarl: Hey, you wanna be with your bf openly and freely?

Qarl: Uh…

Daemon: I can make that happen. You just gotta help me.

. . . . .

Daemon: *kills a servant to serve as Laenor’s body double*

Qarl and Laenor: *stages a fight*

Servant: Omfg they’re fighting. I’ll get help! *leaves*

Qarl, to Laenor: Babe, let’s go!

Laenor: What?

Qarl: *places Laenor’s body double in the fireplace* Let’s run away together. But you gotta shave your head so people won’t recognize you.

Laenor: *lowkey happy* I can’t believe this is happening.

Qarl and Laenor: *gets into a rowboat to board a ship to Essos*

Laenor: Goodbye, Driftmark. Goodbye Westeros. Hello, new life with my bf.

. . . . .

Daemon and Rhaenyra: *gets married in Valyrian tradition in Dragonstone*

Baela: I’m not the only one weirded out by this, right?

Jacaerys: Nope, I’m with you, cousin…or sister? Honestly, idk anymore.

Rhaena:

Lucerys: *still confused af*

Also, Lucerys:

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

That episode had a lot of family drama. The kiddie fight was my fave scene. Cousins who just met that day worked together to beat their dragon-stealing uncle. Talk about family dynamics. Also, I’m glad they didn’t actually kill Laenor. Rhaenyra being Westeros’ 1st ally is just wonderful. The writers did the Velaryons some justice from book deaths. Petition for the writers to make Rhaena claim Seasmoke, because why not? That girl was robbed and deserves her own dragon.

I love this ep, except for the fact that it’s just so fucking dark. Seriously, wtf is Miguel Sapochnik’s problem with lighting?

[cielcius]

THEM IN THE MORNING | HEADCANONS

includes: bakugou k., midoriya i., & todoroki s.

from the writer: don’t ask me what this is or i will cry

notes & warnings: cursing, mentions of food, in correspondence to ‘Them in the Night’ hcs

i will include this special section that goes for all three:

they all wake up with bed head. no excuses. no exceptions

Bakugou:

he’s cranky if he doesn’t get at least nine hours of his beauty sleep

his hair will be flat in the back so he has to rake his hands through to fluff it back up guys pls ik this mf sleeps on his back i just know

of course, he’ll be careful to not wake you up <3 then he proceeds to wake you up /j

he’ll lay in bed for a few minutes if he has time. not to sleep in, just to stare at you 👁👁 he finds peace in watching you sleep

omg he’d probably like flick your face or something to wake you up and then when you do, he’ll pretend like he was asleep the whole time until now. he just does it for no reason

he’ll leave you in bed with a hint or two for you to get up with him sir it’s five in the morning pls because when you do get up with him, he’s noticeably happier as you brush your teeth together

he just wants to share these small moments with you 🥺

Midoriya:

i wanna say that he’s a little cranky when he wakes up too, but i think the better word for it is sassy

he’s still sweet in trying not to wake you up as he gets ready and makes breakfast

but when you come into the kitchen right after waking up and smelling the food, ik this man his one hand on his waist, hip jutted out as he’s making conversation with the fucking dog🧍‍♀️

it’s not like the dog can even understand but he still continues the gossip sesh that he was having with a coworker yesterday so it’s pretty out of context for you too: “i know right! i just can’t believe she fucked her step-cousin thrice removed. ugh.” 👁👄👁

he’ll probably be the one shooing you out the door when he’s the one running late while you still have two hours until you have to go in for work

he likes picking out your shoes for you when you’re about to leave. he’s very critical about it sometimes too so you need at least ten minutes before you have to be out the door

Todoroki:

ik we established this at the beginning but,, floofy hair !!! (о´∀`о)

he’s very groggy in the morning and no alarm can wake this man. no alarm. he’s immune to all of the ringtones meanwhile they’re still giving me trauma every time i hear them :’)

the only thing that’ll wake him up is the weight of you not being there anymore (which means sometimes you have to wake up just to wake him up for his odd shifts in the night)

he kinda whines about having to get out of bed but it’s really quiet. but it’s there.

basically sleep-walks to the bathroom and always ends up bumping into the bed frame or the doorframe before he can make it to the bathroom

he’s like a grandpa getting ready in the morning. he’s quiet doing most things but there’s still the silent protest of not wanting to do it and just wanting to go back to sleep give him a break he was up all night watching documentaries again

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Spy Kids

400 Follower Celebration Fic #3 for @meganskane

fic #1 | fic #2

Summary: Spencer and Y/N's kids think that they are secretly spies and request a mission story before bed.

warnings: bomb threat, mentions of euthanasia, Cat Adams, general fluffiness

word count: 900

From the time they were 5, the kids had told everyone that their parents were spies… and no matter how much Spencer and Y/N told them they weren’t, and even if they were it would blow their cover… the kids still firmly believed that they were secret government spies.

Why else did they leave in the middle of the night with guns and bags to sit in a special airplane and run around the country catching bad guys? It was a nicer way of thinking about the terrible things that go on in their actual job, so they indulged them.

Twins weren’t easy but it was the best thing that happened to them. Juniper and Edwin are the best little kids they could ever ask for, one boy and one girl and two incredible personalities. They were a team, sometimes in the worst ways possible, always getting in trouble and never turning on one another.

They enjoyed sharing a room still, they had beds side by side and enough room for mom and dad to crawl in beside them for storytime. Junie was cuddled with her father while Eddie was laying on his mom’s chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. He’s always been a momma’s boy, much like Spencer.

“Can you tell us a spy story tonight?” Junie asked.

Y/N sighed with a small laugh, “why don’t we tell you about the evil Cat that almost crashed our wedding?”

“We can’t tell them that one,” Spencer interjects, “it’s not that funny or happy.”

“Well, you get married at the end right?” Junie asks, “so then it is a happy ending.”

“So there,” Edwin teases with a tongue out, “now you have to tell us.”

“Fine, does Mom want to do the honours?” Spencer asks, seeing where on earth she could take this story.

“You know how weddings work right? Your dad was waiting for me at the end of the aisle and grandpa was just about to walk me down, and this human-cat hybrid woman shows up out of nowhere,” Y/N is over-enthusiastic and the kids get riled up as a result.

“She’s parachuting out of the sky and your dad looks at me like oh no it’s the assassin from my missions before I met you!” She gasps.

“She was evil, she put me in jail and she hurt me, and I was so scared of her hurting your mom too,” Spencer adds with a sad tone, he hated how much Cat tried to ruin his life.

“But your mom is really cool, and I was able to kick her butt even with my dress on! And then we cuffed her up and sent her away, but she knew we’d get her so she had a fake cop come and get her and then just bring her back and she tried to blow up the party!”

Spencer hated remembering it, but it was a wild story, one worth sharing. “Your dad and I had to solve a bunch of clues to get the count down to stop and we did just in time!”

“What happened to the cat?” Junie asked.

“She, unfortunately, went to sleep and didn’t wake up one day,” Spencer glares at Y/N, this was the reason he didn’t want to say anything to the kids about it.

“She’s in hell,” Edwin whispered.

“What?” Y/N laughed, holding him closer, “where did you learn that?”

“Henry told us that Jack's mom is in heaven and the guy who killed her is in hell, that’s where all the bad guys go,” Junie explained on her brother’s behalf, pushing the blame off onto someone else, like always.

“But, at the end of the day your mom and I got to celebrate being in love with each other through everything… even if that means assassin cat’s and parachutes on what is supposed to be the best day of our lives,” Spencer smiled as he pulled Juniper in closer.

“Wrong,” she whispered, “the best day was when I was born.”

“And me.” Edwin added, “just cause you came out first doesn’t make it just your day.”

“I’m pretty sure it does,” she teases right back, sticking their tongues out at each other.

“You two are too much,” Spencer laughed.

“Not too much though, you should have more,” Junie was soft in her request, “I think it would be cool to have another sibling.”

“Yeah!” Edwin agreed, “another boy!”

“We can name him…” Junie took a moment to think, “Patrick… yeah.”

“Why?” Y/N and Spencer laughed and asked at the same time, making eye contact from across the room as they did so. Their kids were the weirdest…

“Junie, Eddie and Patty,” Juniper said it like it all made sense the first time and they should have gotten it then… she was too sassy for being 7.

“It’s settled,” Y/N agreed. “Go to bed so we can discuss how we can have 3 kids and still be spies.”

“So you admit it then?” Junie smirked as she won.

“We’re spies,” Spencer agreed, kissing the top of her head before crawling out of her bed. “Now go to sleep.”

They traded kids and exchanged good night hugs, sending them off to bed with an I love you and a blown kiss from the door, they were the best spy kids in the whole world.

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