#Reggie answers the thing

[legolasghosty]

#24 showing up to the hospital room with trinkets for Reggie & Alex Hockey au besties

-moonriver

TW for mentioned minor injuries

One thing that has been weird to get used to as a professional hockey player for Reggie is going to the hospital when you get injured. Sure, he got banged up plenty in high school and juniors. But he didn't exactly have the coverage to go get an X-ray over every little hit back then. This one is far from his worst injury, just a hairline fracture in his ankle. Still, they're keeping him overnight to make sure it's set and clear.

Thankfully, he has a week off of playing anyways with the all star games happening up north. So he didn't argue much when the doctor told him they'd like him to stay.

Still, hospitals are weird. All the walls are the same color and there's so many machines and it's always a little chilly.

"Knock knock," comes a voice from the doorway.

Reggie looks up to see Alex standing there, tugging his hood back and shaking out his blond hair.

"What's the word?" Alex asks.

"Hairline fracture," Reggie explains. "Not serious, but they want me to stay overnight just in case."

"Youch," Alex comments as he slides into the chair beside Reggie's bed. "Does it hurt?"

Reggie shrugs. "I mean the painkillers are pretty good so I can't really feel it. Not a fan of the brace thing though."

"At least it's not a boot," Alex points out. He shifts forward and reaches out to place something on the bed beside Reggie's leg. "Brought you something by the way."

"Oooo!" Reggie exclaims, reaching for it.

This has been the best part of getting stuck in the hospital since he signed with the Phantoms, hands down. He and Alex have been trading little trinkets since that first time Alex got stuck in here in November of their first season. Reggie came to visit with a little drum keychain he'd seen at a gas station. A few months later when Reggie got a nasty flu bug and had to go in for an IV, Alex had come with a mask and a tiny set of uno cards.

"I saw one of the security guys wearing one like it a couple of weeks ago and asked him where he got it," Alex explains as Reggie inspects the item. "Seemed like your style."

Reggie grins down at the little pin. It's a hockey glove, but in the bi pride colors. "This is amazing!"

Alex smiles and scoots a little closer. "Okay, but just wait till you hear the craziness that came with shipping it."

Reggie leans back on the pillows as Alex jumps into the story, fingers tight around his new treasure. The hospital stays are weird. But his best friend makes it so much better.

[innytoes]

... "I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information."

reggie. please.

😩 okay i'll be done now

Reggie wasn't sure how he ever got an invite to tonight. Like sure, he knew Julie, she was practically his sister now, after her parents took him in (stole him, more like it) when they found out what was going on at home.

Reggie had been too young to entirely know the details, but from hearing tía Victoria shouting from downstairs about 'putting the cart before the horse' and 'your home study wasn't until next month', he was pretty sure it hadn't been done entirely by the book. But given the fact he'd passed out from neglect and DCF had been over to his house twice already and had done nothing, there was some leeway.

So yeah, he was basically a Molina now, even though the adoption was pending because the courts were backed up to the heavens. Which meant Julie was his sister.

And Julie knew Flynn. And Flynn was cool (and pretty). And Julie and Flynn knew Carrie. Who knew the Candis. Who were all also very pretty and very out of his league. And then the new guy at school showed up, the one with the killer cheekbones and the cute laugh and the pretty hair and...

And Reggie wasn't sure why he was here, except for the fact that Julie told him to bring his crochet stuff because they were 'having craft night'.

He loved craft night, okay? Julie and Flynn and him would turn on a crappy movie, and they'd each do their own thing. He'd crochet, Julie would draw, and Flynn would work on whatever project had caught her fancy this time. Sometimes it was making jewellery, sometimes it was diamond painting, sometimes it was gluing an insane number of googly eyes onto a phone case.

So he threw on his flannel, grabbed his bag with his current project (a baby yoda amigurumi), and followed Julie out the door, ready to head over to Flynn's.

Except there was a car waiting outside for them. Like, a fancy car. And when Julie pulled him in after her, he wasn't sure what to do except follow. Like, did he forget something? Flynn was already there, a giant tote on her lap.

It wasn't until they left the neighbourhood that Reggie spoke up. "So, um, where are we going?" And Flynn burst out laughing.

"You didn't tell him we're going to Carrie's place?" she asked, and Julie gave him an evil grin.

"I didn't want him to chicken out," she said sweetly. Because Julie knew that Carrie and her Candis intimidated the heck out of Reggie ever since he was smacked by the Puberty Stick and realised 'oh no, girls and boys are pretty'. So he'd been kind of avoiding them ever since Julie and Flynn made up with Carrie.

And thus, he was trapped in a car, going to Carrie Wilson's house, and now he was surrounded by beautiful people. And amazing snacks. And a TV three times the size of the one they had at home, playing a Gilmore Girls marathon on low volume.

(Every time Dean appeared on screen, two of the Candis boo'ed, while one other cheered, and the fourth took a shot of soda. He, again, was too afraid to ask.)

There were people knitting, drawing, making friendship bracelets, bedazzling a rather rad-looking jacket. Cute skateboard guy, who turned out to be named Willie, was attaching Worms On A String to one another to make long chains of them, explaining he wanted to make a curtain for his door. He seemed impressed by Reggie's Baby Yoda, and even more so when Julie whipped out her phone to show off some of the other things Reggie had made over the years.

It was entirely too much attention from entirely too many hot people, and he resisted the urge to talk. Because if he'd talk, he'd start spouting out stupid pick-up lines and he'd never be invited back. And also Julie would kill him. If Carrie didn't.

Eventually, he was saved by the Dean ("Booo!") and he could go back to counting stitches and eating fancy snacks and carefully, being so totally normal, complimenting bedazzling techniques.

Carrie Wilson smiled at him and it wasn't one of those smiles that made him worry she was going to stab him later, so that was cool.

Just when he thought he was safe from making a complete and utter buffoon of himself, a dark figure leapt over the back of the couch and plopped next to him, leaning over to grab one of the vegan spring rolls in one fluid movement.

Reggie looked up, a little bit startled, and then realised. Oh no.

Oh no, that was Bobby Shaw, his biggest crush. Bobby who was always cool and always wore black and red and always had a snarky comment in English class when Mrs Miller was picking on someone. Who swept his hair off his forehead during PE in a way that made Reggie wish he was better at sports. What was Bobby doing here?

"What are you doing here?" Carrie asked, but she asked it in a way that sounded a lot more annoyed than Reggie felt.

"There's snacks," Bobby pointed out, like that was reason enough.

"This is craft night," Carrie glared at him. "You have to be making something to join."

"I'm making you annoyed," Bobby said, popping another spring roll in his mouth before moving on to the cookies. "Oh fuck, is she still with Dean? Booo!"

Immediately, one of the Candis (the yellow one, maybe? He couldn't tell, out of costume they were not all as committed to the aesthetic as Carrie was) turned around and said: "Your cousin can stay." Then, she turned to Bobby. "Jess or Logan?"

"Paris." This got some shocked and awed looks, though Flynn and Purple Candi (he was pretty sure) cackled.

Oh. Cousin. Cool, cool, cool cool coolcoolcoolcool. That didn't make Bobby like ten times more intimidating to talk to. Nope, not at all.

Thankfully, the conversation carried on without anyone pointing out Reggie had recounted the stitches of this row eight times already because he kept getting distracted by how funny and cute Bobby was.

"And then," Probably Blue Candi said. "He asked me to knit him a sweater! Can you believe it?"

"What's wrong with knitting your boyfriend a sweater?" Willie asked, confused.

"It's the Sweater Curse," Reggie said. Willie blinked at him, so he went on. "If you knit your partner a sweater, you will break up with them."

"Because of a sweater?" Bobby asked, doubtful.

"Because you just spent hundreds of dollars on nice yarn, asking their opinions on colors and the material and size and shapes and finding a pattern and adjusting it to their size and then even more countless hours knitting it only for them to declare it's 'kind of itchy' and never wear it or they shrink it in the wash because they didn't listen to you and then shrug it off because it's 'just a sweater' and you realise you could have spent all that time and effort and money on making something for yourself instead of this asshole who never cared about your craft in the first place."

The room was silent when he stopped talking, and Reggie felt his face grow hot.

Okay, so maybe the nerdy crochet version of that was his last girlfriend who asked him to make a giant Snorlax, who got snippy when he wasn't done in two weeks, but the point still stood.

"Heck yeah!" Maybe Blue Candi said. "Reggie knows what I'm talking about."

"I may not be beautiful, but at least I know a lot of useless information," Reggie deflected.

"I dunno," Bobby said, and Reggie felt his heart sink. "You're pretty cute."

This time, it was Julie and Carrie doing the booing, but at the end of the evening he'd eaten a ton of snacks, finished Baby Yoda's body, and had Bobby's number in his phone.

He never made Bobby a sweater, but when he nervously gave Bobby the giant throw blanket for his bed on their three year anniversary, Bobby tackled him to the ground and gave him so many thank you kisses that Reggie knew no curse could take them out.

[enhanced-operatives-division]

i would love to hear about the ollie and handler crack ship here’s a silly doodle as well

LOVE THE DOODLE YOU SEE THE VISION!!!

Also this got my ass to design Ollie so:

(Love him - Also redesigned Reggie for this too so thanks!!)

And idk if it's moreso a crackship or a rarepair that only works in an AU (HACKS up Starstruck), but Reggie's line of "...and I hope Ollie made it out too. I hope a lot of things." It's totally me reading into it but like,,,,I want them to talk because Ollie is not dead to me in my heart of hearts.

Maybe the only change is like Reggie taps into the communication on the radio in Hot Water instead of using the earpiece, so Ollie ends up hearing him also? And they end up getting along really well (with Reggie having to jump through a couple hoops to be like "haha what agency..."). There's an Agency base in the South-East coast of Australia and maybe the Agency ends up adopting him after he washes up on the shore with the escape pod (after HEAVY questioning).

Alas take a doodle of my own:

Transcript (it's just canon lines):

Ollie: "She's being controlled, it's not her fault."

Reggie: "Agent, I have 0 experience dealing with giant security squids."

[actuallykyogai]

9 and 12 for the jjk ask meme!

Of course!! :3

9. My favourite fight scene...there's a lot of options to choose from, but if I had to choose one, it'd be Reggie vs Megumi's fight in the gymnasium.

Although I'm not a huge fan of Megumi, it's probably my second favourite fight behind Takaba vs Kenjaku. However I did choose this one because Reggie's my favourite character besides Pinchan + Hazenoki, but I just enjoyed it overall. I like how it wasn't just two dudes throwing hands; strategies and general intelligence played a big part in the outcome of the fight. The stakes were high, there were times where I thought the fight would go either way. Ultimately, Megumi won, which despite not liking him much, I was fine with. I liked Reggie's conclusion and his last words, he served his purpose well.

(Also gotta give a shout out to the Sendai Colony deadlock, more specifically Ryu vs Yuuta ☆)

12. Again, there's a lot to unpack here, I might not be able to state all my thoughts in a particularly logical or cohesive way. But it's all good!! For me, one thing I'd like to change is the lack of information regarding Yuji and his family. Considering that his mother and uncle are quite literally the main antagonists of the series as a whole, it feels like a waste to know so little about them.

Although I don't have any ideas pertaining to how Yuji would find out about his family (more specifically, Jin and Kaori | Kenjaku) I'd guess Choso would be the one to inform him. It wouldn't necessarily be what I would prefer (A Kenjaku and Yuji reunion would work more in my opinion) it'd relay some information that could possibly have been crucial to the plot and everything surrounding Sukuna's past as well.

A little additional opinion is that I think Kenjaku died too quickly. Another fight before what happened in Lake Gosho colony would have been nice. Hey, not even a fight, even a conversation with Yuji would suffice for me. I'd like to know more about Kaori's cursed technique and, like, anything about Jin and him being the reincarnation of Sukuna's twin.

The Itadori family + Sukuna and the Death Paintings are all very interesting characters and concepts to me ☆

[aj-lenoire]

apparently the reason may december is being snubbed during awards season is because a lot of actors REALLY didn’t like what it had to say about actors who take on the roles of real people, and the idea that a bunch of former theatre kids might be sensitive about criticism of the industry they work in is, to me, just so shocking

[uncomfortablepiratecollection]

My hot take is that season 4 of the umbrella academy was good actually

[thelaurenshippen]

JABXKAKAKALA HELLO HI I hope you're doing well!! I just wanted to start off by saying that I saw your response to the email you received on Instagram and I love how you handled it so so much as a fellow queer person that loves creating and writing!! Thank you so much for everything that you have done!

AND SECONDLY I've been listening to audio drama podcasts for around four years now, and I'd only stumbled upon The Bright Sessions last year (after my friend recommended it to me over and over again!), which is pretty recent! And I just wanted to say that the amount of emotions and inspiration I received from listening to the podcast has just about changed my life 😭

I started listening to it avidly (on the daily JDNJAA on my walks to and from school and work) and just grew so so attached to the characters. The way you write their narratives is absolutely beautiful and brings me to tears if I think about it long enough😭 The way Sam is so full of love and care while struggling to do so for herself and that turmoil visibly affecting her relationships with other people?? OW OW OW it hurts so good every time?? AND JOAN OH MAn I love how Joan is written SO MUCH I think she actually changed my brain chemistry genuinely?? she is so layered and so full of emotion (it's safe to say that safe house ii absolutely DESTROYED me for that 😭❤️) and her dynamics with others ?? the amount of research put into writing her?? beautiful so beautiful HDBSJAHA and I could go on about every single character but that would take YEARS but I just want to say that the writing is so layered and authentic because these characters /aren't/ perfect, but they're still so lovable in every way, there's still some way to emphasize (I love Caleb) with them (COUGHS LOUDLY DAMIEN) even when they seem like the most unlikable (COUGHS LOUDER DAMIEN WADSWORTH HELEN) characters ever (I love how they're written so much I think it has actually changed my brain chemistry). ALSO the voice acting?? is absolutely BEAUTIFUL?? the amount of soul and found family vibes that go into this is just absolutely incredible I cannot stress it enough. Sam's panic attacks were written perfectly along with Mark's hidden anxieties and Agent Green's own guilt and hurt and oh man I COULD GO INTO HEAVY DETAIL ABOUT ALL OF THIS but oh man this is just incredible😭😭 also super random but the soundtrack makes me so emotional WHICH LEADS ME TO MY NEXT POINT AJDBAJ

I started listening to this in my freshman year of highschool (uh oh) so a lot of things were really stressful for me during this time! The Bright Sessions was something that despite causing me emotional pain, provided me healing just as much JSBXKAJAKDJSJKSD AND LIKE OKAY OKAY I would listen to this on my walks to and from school (I was walking back from school once and was zoning out until I heard Caleb beating the shit out of Damien and had to stop on the sidewalk to take in what just happened) and during art (I heard the part with Mark and Damien in the van and had to sit down when I heard Damien's backstory) and after I got my eyes dilated and couldn't look at much (I listed to agent Green's goodbye and actually cried until I couldn't breathe) and listened to the college tapes while studying for my unit circles test and just thank you thank you for the road trips and room cleaning memories and for being the best story to listen to while painting and going on runs. I struggled a lot with mental health and accepting myself as queer, and SO many of the narratives throughout the story also helped me figure out who I was, so thank you so so much for everything 😭 I still relisten to several of the episodes and still get that giddy feeling in my stomach when I hear the am archives soundtrack get a little darker, or literally want to lie down every time I hear an interaction with Frank and Chloe, but just overall thank you so much😭❤️🫂🫂

RAHHH AGAIN I'm so sorry this was so long but truly thank you so much for everything that you do!! your writing is absolutely incredible and your voice acting and the way you handle difficulties is so inspirational!! the rest of the cast and the art and community and soundtrack just,,, chefs kiss. thank you so much for being an incredible role model and inspiration for so many people!!!

HI WOW OH MY GOD THIS MESSAGE IS SO AMAZING THANK YOU!!!!!

I'm so glad the instagram video resonated with you (if anyone's curious, this is the video)! and I'm sO glad you found The Bright Sessions!! it means so much to me that you love the characters the way you do, that you see their imperfections and their complexities and you care about them because of and in spite of them!!

I'm so happy that the show could be a part of your life in such a real way - listening to it in so many places, and having it there in difficult times. that it helped you with healing and figuring stuff out is the highest praise that you could possibly give! I poured my heart and soul into this show - as did all of our amazing cast and crew - so it's incredible to hear that it touched you in the way that it did.

also, hearing that you love the TAMA score is so amazing - I love that score, Evan did such an incredible job!!

thank you so so SO much for this wonderful message and for loving my characters and my world and for telling me about it!! I'm so grateful to you!!!

[no-context-nonsense]

This one's a bit rough, FORGIVE ME

[masked-daydream]

can you do a scenario of the dateables reacting to a pregnant single mom reader moving in? Love your work btw 💋💋💋

DATE EVERYTHING! SCENARIOS

Single! Pregnant! Mom Reader! x Dateables

Part 1, Part 2, Reggie's Part

"Hush, Little one calm yourself.."

You whisper hands slowly caressing your stomach as you feel the life growing inside you growing active. Feeling their little kicks as you wake up for a new day.

You stretch yourself up. As you prepare yourself to go to the bathroom. One hand supporting your big round belly as you plan to go upstairs.

As much as you can want to start a day with a shower. You really wanted to try the bathtub that is located upstairs in the second bathroom for a warm bath for you and your little one.

As you try to wobble yourself up to the second floor. Feeling a bit tired. You hear the sound of water running on the upstairs bathroom.

You then walk a bit faster thinking you forgot to close the faucet sink in the bathroom.

Not noticing the doors that already opened on the second floor and the air-conditioning vent being on set to your desired temperature.

As you approach the upstairs bathroom. You saw that the source of the running water is due to the bathtub faucet nearly filling the bathtub half full.

You turn off the faucet and plan to drain the tub but as you dunk your hands in the water. You noticed that the water was already a bit warm, which is the perfect temperature for the bath you were planning.

As you undress and soak yourself in the bathtub you feel your little one in your belly beginning to calm down. You giggle, as you start clean yourself.

As days passed ever since you lived in your home you begin to notice things have been getting a lot easier for you.

- Doors being already opened whenever you plan to enter a room.

- A chair being in the right place at the right time whenever you feel tired.

- The Clothes you plan to wear already being there whenever you open your closet.

- The food on your freezer being fresh and not needed to be defrosted whenever you plan to eat.

- Even the things you dropped on the floor or forgotten appearing out of nowhere on the table or on the shelf. When you try to find it.

- Some stains seemingly disappear whenever you plan to clean it.

- Or whenever you felt things getting overwhelming the T.V. or your phone recommends you a video or music to distract yourself.

You wonder to yourself as you touch your belly remembering all the odd things happening in your home.

But your questions will soon be answered, when a mysterious package delivered in your doorstep containing some glasses.

Which led you to learn about the personified objects and concepts of your house.

To say you were shock, was quite understandable as you hear Skylar explaining to you that you could date with just about any objects in your house.

You feel a bit overwhelmed as you try to explain to Skylar that you don't have time to do all that dating stuff. Not with the life growing inside you.

She smiled and reassured you that it's ok, cause some objects are ok with just being friends and also very willing to help you with just about anything.

You try to interject that you didn't want to be a bother to any of the objects in your house.

But Skylar encourages you to try to use the glasses to one of the objects in your house. Which led you to meet Dorian.

You were quite in shock to meet the tall intimidating (but handsome) English man who is actually your door.

But Dorian being a gentleman said that he is willing to help you at anything you need rather than just opening the doors for you.

You eyes widen at the realization of him helping you, so you thank him for everything he's done even if it's just opening doors.

Dorian just smiled and said that it's no problem and he is willing to help as much as he can.

As time goes, as you begin to meet the other objects and surprisingly some concepts in your home. You have never felt more spoiled than anything.

You learned that Bathsheba and River are responsible for filling up the bathtub with the right temperature everytime you want to use the bathtub instead of the shower. And as you take a bath you feel Barry slowly massaging your shoulders as you hear them gossip.

Tydus and Tyrell will make sure that you don't slip while In the Bathroom or Laundry room. Tydus will explicitly warn the toxic couple cough Harper cough Dirk cough not to bring they're problems with you.

But with your bleeding heart you probably help the couples in the laundry room a lot more easier since they don't wanna pressure you a bit too much. Especially Drysdale and Washford they probably get back together because of them admiring your resilience and helpfulness.

On which they try to repay you with poetic compliments and helping you with the laundry.

The Kitchen crew also try to lessen your workload when planning to have a meal. You have the Kitchen Equipment Objects like Luke, Stefan and Kopi being the ones who cook or heat up any food when you're hungry.

Mitchell and Friar taking notes and guiding the others on what food is best for you and your baby.

Daisuke and Cabrizzio also being gentle with you and also giving you a hand when you need a rest. Complimenting and encouraging you while they're at it.

There are sometimes when some objects like Curt and Rod, Penelope and more get curious about the life growing inside you. Some asking you questions which you try to answer to the best of your ability like.

But when you get overwhelmed some objects will step-in like Abel, Dasha and also Dorian again when things get too hard.

And when in the bedroom the objects who reside will try their absolute best to provide you with the best comfort as possible.

Like Betty giving you cuddles and Mateo making sure to keep you warm on cold-nights with various soft blankets and also letting you pet some of the inanimals.

The Hanks on the other hand really try to control they're enthusiasm when they meet you as they try not to scream to much.

You remember Hank 3 being a bit more flirty with you, saying that he loves single moms 😉 which you laugh in response. Which made the other Hanks tell him to chill out and all.

And there's also Hank 5 who really admired you especially that you still stay strong despite everything that happened to you. And he and the other Hanks will probably be one of the objects who would help you the most immediately getting everything you need just by asking them.

Koa and Chairemi will make sure that you always sit comfortably. Chairemi mostly will immediately try to make you sit on her whenever you're tired.

Speaking of being tired some Objects will insist on carrying you whenever you want to go to some far corners of the house especially when you want to go upstairs or in the attic. Kristof, Shelley and Duncan will definitely have an argument on who will be doing it.

And while they're doing that some Immediately take the chance to carry you themselves most especially The Hanks especially Hank 5, Dorian, Volt and Eddie and also Tony.

Volt and Eddie will definitely try to make your stay at the Breaker Box more comfortable giving you non-alcoholic drinks and also charming you while you're at it and not just those two. Tony especially as well making you laugh whenever you two meet.

Other objects will keep you entertained when you're a bit bored like Telly, Chance and Parker. Parker especially will try to tone down the craziness for a bit but that doesn't mean he will tolerate on you being a cheater at his games😅

Celia and Florence has definitely been telling other objects to keep an eye on you a lot more. And Wallace also being your bodyguard Incase of rowdiness from other objects.

And also Farya being there to check your progress and your belly Incase of a health scare. And also Phoenicia already prepared to call an ambulance whenever.

If you are still having a job especially when it's online, Mac and Willi will definitely lend you a helping hand if any problems occur.

And when things get down especially when you feel insecure or if you're thinking that you are being a bother to anyone Teddy, Amir and also Hector and surprisingly Fantina sometimes, will make sure to keep all that negative thoughts away telling you that you're beautiful and strong and also that you will become a good mother.

At some cases everyone will probably try to fight one another on who could touch your belly. Being surprised and curious when they felt the baby kick or move.

With them being excited when the little one would finally come out to join the family.

As time passes you made friends and probably some lovers 😉 to help you and your beloved little one in your home no matter what.... ♥️

And that's all. For my first request in I granted. Hope this satisfies you.

And also sorry for the inconsistencies of pregnancy. Let me know on what you think 😉 See ya! 🫳

[1shadowhole]

Alright alright I have a question.

Footloose... About Following the Beast...

If Thomas Eliot Osmond of the Canterbury Osmonds is Tommy

And Reginald Worthington III is Reggie

And Olivander Laird is Ollie.

Does that mean...

That Arthur Pendragon is Artie?

AND IF THAT IS THE CASE

How did Arthur's friends get to call the antichrist Artie?

And how do they react to the news of who exactly Arthur is when he eventually takes over the world?

I love these three psychopaths so much that I'd read a whole book about them.

[legolasghosty]

Cruise Ship AU plus Dinosaurs AU

Okay sorry on the delay, been dealing with family holiday stuff! But ooooooo, interestinggg!!! So for whatever reason, my first thought was basically a cruise ship Jurassic Park type setup. Dinos as an attraction on a cruise ship.

Dinosaurs have been recreated using *Science*, and while they're mostly in zoos and labs these days, they're not the most uncommon thing anymore. They have to be kept contained though cause they can absolutely destroy an ecosystem either from eating a ton of plants or just being a predator that the biome doesn't know how to control.

But at least the smaller ones are understood well enough to be attractions. Not on a full scale dino island kind of thing, but a few here and there are totally cool! (or considered to be so by everyone other than the employees who are NOT getting paid enough for this...)

Enter Phantasmic Cruises, a cruise company that brings the past to you, aboard one of the half dozen state of the art cruise ships. Why wonder about the ghosts of the past when you can experience them for yourself? Run of course by the one and only Caleb Covington, each ship features a unique time period experience. (With all the modern amenities of course). So one is all Victorian era, attire included, another is themed around the middle ages, though very glorified and much cleaner, and that kind of thing.

Caleb's newest insane brain child is a ship centered around the Jurassic period. With actual dinosaurs included, of course. And, insane or not, what Caleb says goes. So Julie, the head interior designer of the ship, Alex, the main engineer, Reggie, the future captain, and Luke, the entertainment coordinator, have to figure out how to somehow make this thing come to life.

The four of them haven't worked together directly prior to the project, though Alex and Julie have seen each other's work in passing, Luke has done some work on the ship Reggie was first mate on before this, and Luke is well aware of Julie's style when it comes to creating great entertainment spaces. So they know of each other, but they aren't friends.

Julie and Alex meet first in a meeting about the overall design of the ship. Caleb introduces them himself, and then springs it on them that they're basically the heads of their respective teams on the project. Cue joint freaking out and potentially hiding in a closet together while working through their matching panic attacks. And then they're just bonded for life after that. They butt heads a fair amount, as what is best engineering wise isn't always the best interior design wise and vice versa. But they figure it out.

Then Reggie and Alex meet in a crew meeting about what the basic idea for the ship will be and what kinds of training and safety stuff will have to be done moving forward. Reggie makes Alex laugh a bit more than he probably should have, but they grab coffee after, just to get to know each other as human beings, and they're well on their way to becoming besties.

Luke and Julie, meanwhile, have already gotten into an argument about the design of the stage in the main event space. Luke wants the lighting to be a certain way, Julie insists it's not practical to set it up that way. They end up compromising, but not before exchanging a few heated insults.

The gang finally all meets up, along with the financial manager for the project, Flynn, the PR specialist, Carrie, and the... dinosaur handler, Willie. Flynn and Julie already know each other well from previous projects, and Carrie did a whole publicity tour thing at one of Reggie's old ship jobs so they're pals. Willie doesn't know any of them, but a few side comments indicate some kind of connection to Caleb...

Needless to say, the project is an absolute mess from start to finish. I mean, who builds a cruise ship with dinosaurs? But somehow, they pull it off. And they all get to know each other REALLY well.

Alex and Carrie find a shared love of bubblegum pop and take to working together in an office with the music on blast. They're good body doubles for each other.

Flynn, Luke, and Reggie end up in a rather dramatic argument about which brand of energy drink is the best (while they are all highly sleep deprived due to a deadline and on at least their third of their respective beverages), which turns into lighthearted teasing once the crisis is solved.

Julie and Luke keep butting heads, but somehow it always seems to work out. And the results are pretty dang cool. Though no one mentions the random, poetic sounding lines that are sometimes seen scribbled on the corners of the memos the two pass around. Or that the line on Julie's latest one seems to match up with the one on Luke's from the other day.

Alex and Willie kinda skirt around each other for a bit, not really wanting to admit that they think their coworker is really cute and sweet. But eventually they give up and actually go out for dinner. And it goes really well! It takes them a while, and they have to learn some pretty tricky stuff about work-life balance and leaving the ship at the door when they're going out and stuff. But they make it work!

In the end, the ship does work out, though maybe not exactly how Caleb originally planned. Oh well, it's booked out for the first year and a half within a few weeks of opening, and no one gets hurt. So... win for team JATP!

Yep that's what I got! Hope you enjoyed, thank you for the ask!!!

[innytoes]

sweet tarts, academic rivals to lovers

The thing about being Carrie Wilson was that she had standards. She had to be perfect. She needed to be perfect. All eyes were on here, watching, waiting for the moment she wasn't perfect.

Which was why it was so annoying that every single test, Reggie Peters had the same mark, or just half a point extra. If she got a 99, he got a 100. If she got 100%, he'd answer an extra credit question with such enthusiasm he got 101.

It wasn't fair. Reggie was the stereotypical himbo. He didn't understand sarcasm until halfway through his reply when he'd trail off with an 'ooooh'. He never seemed to do his homework, he was often doodling little Star Wars robots or dogs instead of taking notes, and he seemed to spend more time on his hair and his stupid band than on studying.

Listen, Carrie also spent way too long on her hair and her band, but she was also up until three every night before a test going over notes and using flashcards and sometimes maybe crying a little at all the stress.

So when she finally, finally got 101 while Reggie just got a measly 100, she wanted to rub it in his face a little. Except when she smugly showed him her score, he beamed and gave her a thumbs up, telling her she rocked, and suggested they go out for celebratory milkshakes.

Carrie wasn't exactly sure what she expected, but it wasn't sitting in a cutesy 50s themed diner sharing a strawberry milkshake with her academic nemesis. (She had a lot of nemeses, okay.) Or coming to find out he was really funny. And kind of cute. And sweet.

She wasn't expecting for him to give her his number, on a napkin filled with dog doodles. Or actually calling him at two in the morning in another mid-study breakdown.

She also wasn't expecting him to show up at her house half an hour later with chocolate and a pep talk.

So maybe her boyfriend was still her academic rival... but he was also a pretty good cheerleader.

[letsbangts]

mutt || jjk

⤷ summary: when you realize you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 6k+

18+ // mdni

⟶ genre: smut, angst, friends with benefits au

⟶ content: fuckboy!jk, tattooartist!jk, porn with some plot

⟶ warnings: explicit language, jk is kinda toxic, jk being a bit manipulative, explicit sexual content: dirty talk, fingering, praising, teasing, kissing/making out, nipple sucking, spitting, oral (f. receiving), biting, spanking, big dick jk, soft dom jk, rough sex (doggy bcuz duh), pet names, multiple orgasms

⟶ part: 1/3

↬ a/n: hope you enjoy & let me know what you think! angel xoxo

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I can’t smoke on reggie, so pardon my bluntness I see past pretty faces, so I got trouble trusting

You’re sitting on your couch watching TV when you hear your phone vibrating against the coffee table where it lies. Sitting up and leaning over to pick it up and check, you gaze at the name read across the lit-up screen. You hold the phone staring at the call for a few long seconds before finally deciding to answer, releasing a heavy sigh as you do.

Because picking up at all means he has a chance tonight.

Feigning ignorance, you ask, “Hey Kook, what’s up?”

It’s a question you already know the answer to. There is only one reason Jungkook calls you, and his reply confirms just that.

“I wanna see you come over,” he bluntly says into the phone like it’s the most obvious thing, and him being right is what frustrates you.

Hearing that, a part of you is happy that he chose to call you and wants to be in your presence, while the other part of you, the rational one, isn’t as delighted, knowing this moment will pass. It always does because that is just what you are to him, a moment.

You hear rustling in the background on his side of the phone, clearly distracted by other things while he talks to you.

“I don’t know about tonight,” you hesitate, but make no move to hang up.

New crib, told her, “Come through,” it’s time to bring it in ... New condo, say your name at the front, you can stay if you want

Jungkook has played this game enough times to know exactly what to say. He’s a veteran player skilled in always finding the right words to switch you from the opposing side to his own.

He sighs, “Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” You reply.

The rustling in the background stops, indicating he’s halted his movements and focused on you. You bite your lip, sensing Jungkook is about to make his way right through what you thought was your shrinking window of opportunity.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to see me, too. Don’t be distant with me.”

“I’m not being distant with you—”

“I’ve invited you to my new place to visit, and you still haven’t shown up. It’s not fair for you to withhold that pretty little face from me,” Jungkook cuts you off, persuading with his charm. And you swear you can see his puppy eyes through the phone.

“It’s already late, Kook,” you try.

“You can stay over if you want,” he continues, “I miss you, baby. No one else makes me feel the way you do. You know how much you mean to me, how much I trust you. I had a rough night, and it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you. Are you trying to hurt me more like this?”

Your silence on the other end of the line is more than enough to answer his question.

“Just… come over. Let me see you. Please?” Jungkook pleads to sink his claws into you more.

He’s about to pull the phone away from his ear to make sure the call didn’t disconnect when he hears you sigh softly on the other end.

“Okay.”

“I can’t wait to see you, baby. Just tell the concierge your name when you get here,” he ends with.

And with a quiet parting, you finally hang up and get dressed. Making your way out the front door to your car, you head straight for the man who has you locked in his cage. You try not to ponder whether he gave the front desk your name because he was hoping you’d come, or if it was that he was expecting you to.

It’s been one of those nights, one of those nights I ain’t had in a minute ... But it’s never the same as the first time we did it First time we did it

It would be a lie to say it didn’t feel good to hear Jungkook begging to see you; you’d like to think he wouldn’t do it for anybody else.

While driving to his condo, you reflect on how you got here. Thinking back to the autumn you met him: the way he smiled brightly at you when you entered the tattoo studio, the reassuring squeeze he gave your side to calm you down after noticing you jerk at the buzzing of the needle, and his light praises as he worked on your skin.

Permanently marking your body and your life.

He truly is a charming guy. His sweetness drew you in, and how he cared for you. Calling to check how your ink was healing, only to come over so he could check and make sure you were right when you said it was doing fine. The late-night visits when you’d say you had a bad day at work. The random car rides after you’d mention you’re bored. It was nice back then, you wonder when that changed.

The past seven months of running to Jungkook when he calls, feeling wanted and getting tangled in his sheets. To then be slapped in the face with the reminder that you’re not the only one he has on a leash.

Before you know it, you’re standing in front of his door. You raise a fist and knock on it, hearing footsteps approaching on the other side before the sound of it unlocking.

JK POV

Jungkook swings the door open wide and leans one arm on its frame, looking down at you as you finally come face to face. It’s been over three weeks since he last saw you, and he knew you were slipping through his fingers. When he got his new place, it was the perfect chance to see you, so he’s been trying to convince you to come over since he moved in.

He takes you in, standing on his stoop with an expression that clearly shows you’re unsure if you should be here. The tight white tube top snug on your chest and the low-rise jeans you’re wearing allow the tattoo he put on you to peek out. Creating a feeling of possessiveness in him without you knowing what you’re doing to him. Fuck, it’s been too long.

As you stand there looking at Jungkook’s alluring appearance—white wifebeater that shows off his sleeve of ink, grey sweatpants hanging low, and wet hair—you feel your resolve crumble.

Fresh out of the shower, his musky clean scent engulfs you from here, as he flashes that smile that got you here in the first place.

“Hey, baby,” he says coolly. It’s like he’s completely unaware of the inner conflict you’re going through.

You smile meekly as you brush past him to walk inside. He doesn’t move aside, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to press up against him, and when you do, he closes the door with one hand as the other reaches for you. His fingers hook in the belt loop of your jeans to pull you closer, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in chest against his.

“You’re still being cold with me, huh?” he lowers his head to meet your gaze, “You’re breaking my heart, baby.”

You look up, making eye contact with his sparkling orbs, “No, I told you I’m not.”

“Then where’s my kiss?” he questions.

And that’s where your inner conflict ends.

But I’ll let my guard down for you Said I’ll put my guard down for you

You loop your arms around his neck and tilt your head up, his lips find yours at the same time his hands slide down around your hips, fingers slipping into your back pockets stretched taut over your ass and squeezing. You gasp at the feeling, and he takes the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth.

JK POV

Jungkook knows that you’ve been pulling away from him. But he doesn’t understand what the problem is. If you honestly were finished with him, you wouldn’t have come here, and you certainly wouldn’t be twirling your tongue together with his.

Jungkook’s head lowers to the crook of your neck and starts kissing to make you squirm the way he likes.

“I need to make up for my Y/N withdrawal,” he murmurs against your skin, and you giggle.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook remarks, he pauses to suck a mark into your skin, only stopping when he manages to bring a soft whimper out of you, “Why did you ghost me? You know that if you want to end this, all you have to do is tell me.”

His lips make you shiver, “I-I know.”

Jungkook’s lips graze over the shell of your ear, “Then am I not satisfying you anymore?”

“No, t-that’s not it. I’ve just been busy,” you muster out an excuse.

Jungkook clicks his tongue at your answer and nips at your ear, “You lying to me now?” he continues,

“We’ve always been honest with each other.”

You stay silent.

You can’t disagree with him; Jungkook has always been straight with you. Before you hooked up the first time, he made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything serious, and you told him you were okay with that. That was true at the time. You were going through a dry spell back then, so a man like Jungkook was just what you needed.

But as you two continued to spend time together, your feelings began to get more blurred. Although unsure if Jungkook would regard you as one, you considered him a friend. You both got along so great, not just sexually but beyond that. So as time went on, your feelings for him only grew.

That should have been when you stopped what you two started, but stupidly, you didn’t. And that’s where your honesty fell short.

Jungkook has always been open with you that he was sleeping with other people, and it did hurt you knowing he was seeing other women because you were only sleeping with him. And as much as you could’ve done the same, you didn’t. You were never the type of woman to sleep around with multiple people. It didn’t feel right to you, plus you got everything you needed from Jungkook. So it stung more knowing that he didn’t get the same from you, that you weren’t enough.

But you enjoyed spending time with him, and you figured he must have enjoyed spending time with you just as much, since he could have just stopped seeing you. So you supposed it must have been more than just the sex for him, because if he only wanted that, you knew he was also getting it from others.

Lately, though things have felt different for you, your feelings for him remain, but you no longer notice a friendship between Jungook and you. Maybe it was never really there to begin with but it started to seem like you were just a good fuck for him.

Just another contact in his phone, a quick and easy booty call. And you now realize you are.

As difficult as it was to keep all this to yourself, you knew if you told him that you had to stop sleeping with one another because you developed feelings for him, that would be it. He would have no reason to see or talk to you anymore. And foolishly, that was something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

So you decided to settle for just avoiding him instead. It kept you far enough from being hurt by his actions, yet kept him close enough to seem like he was still around.

JK POV

Truthfully, Jungkook does like you—not enough to settle down, but he wouldn’t do that with anyone. You are sweet, beautiful and great in bed. It is easy to talk to you and fun to hang out with you—you’re a great match for him, honestly. But right now, he’s young and wants to be carefree and have fun.

Jungkook has noticed that you seem to want more than what the two of you initially agreed upon, yet selfishly, he doesn’t want to let you go. He likes having you around; he has never kept someone he was seeing around as long as you. Jungkook wouldn’t say this out loud, but you’re special. He sees how different you are from the other women he hangs out with. Not just in the bedroom, and holy shit are you great in bed, but as a person.

He knows that you haven’t been with anyone other than him this whole time, and secretly, that made him happy. If what was going on between you two was to end, he knew it wouldn’t be difficult for you to find someone to replace him. Someone who would likely give you more than Jungkook does. Any guy would jump at the chance to be with you and that makes his blood fucking boil, the idea of you with someone else.

People would probably say he’s a asshole for still seeing you but Jungkook has never claimed to be perfect. That’s why he takes time to give you extra attention when things feel shaky with you two, securing his hold on you. You’re always so good for him, always coming when he calls.

It’s probably fucked up, but even though he just told you to say the word to end all this, he wouldn’t let you go that easily.

Said I’ll be vulnerable So you can break my heart if you want to

When your silence continues, Jungkook realizes you don’t intend to give him a truthful answer.

“Hmm, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine. Maybe you need to be reminded why you started coming to me in the first place,” Jungkook barks.

He moves his hands to your hips and pushes you back till the back of your knees hit the couch, causing you to fall onto it. Jungkook stands over you, looking down like a predator stalking his prey. The sight makes you wet, your panties sticking to you.

Your heartbeat picks up as you gaze up at him. With a smirk, he uses one leg to tease your thighs apart. He leans forward, his hands bracing on the back of the couch behind you, arm muscles flexing as he cages you in and captures you in a heated kiss.

“Pants off, baby,” he growls into your mouth, shifting to grip your neck with one hand as he kisses you again. You whine in his mouth as you do what he told you.

You missed this: how he smells, how soft his lips are, and how he dominates you.

Once your jeans are off, Jungkook’s lips leave yours, and his knees drop to the carpet as he settles between your legs. His gaze sets on the permanent mark on your hip, the one he put there—the one that brought you two together. His eyes find yours as he gives it a peck, then hooks his biceps under your thighs, and he tugs you to the edge of the couch.

Jungkook draws out a moan from you when he sucks a hickey into the soft skin of your inner thigh. He bites at it before pulling back with a final lick over the mark, sending a shiver down your spine. You open your legs wider for him, leaning back against the cushion.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a smirk.

He takes one hand between your thighs to yank your panties to the side, tattooed fingers spreading your folds apart.

When he leans back he murmurs, “So fucking pretty, I missed this pussy so much.”

Making eye contact, he dives in and licks a long, slow stripe up the front of the wet material, taking his time, your hips tilt up on their own for more.

“Kook,” you whine, and the desperation in your voice only turns him on more.

He works up some saliva in his mouth and lets it dribble down over your slit between his fingers, then follows it with another pass of his tongue.

“Don’t worry you know I always take care of you, baby, ” Jungkook purrs, he goes back in sucking your clit.

“Oh my fucking god,” you mewl.

“Shit, baby you’re soaking,” he teases along with his touch down to your entrance. He pushes a finger in only to drag it back out, and a thin, glossy string of arousal comes with it.

“Your pussy missed me just as much. That’s why you couldn’t stay away,” Jungkook winks.

And once again, his being right frustrates you because you could never stay away. It’s like he knew the moment he called, you would end up in the exact position you are now because he knows you can’t say no to him. That fact is evident by how quickly you showed up at his door.

JK POV

Jungkook pulls your panties down your thighs before guiding your legs to hang over his shoulders. Glancing up to meet your eyes, arms locked across your stomach to keep you in place, flashes you a cheeky smile, then he starts eating you out like a starved animal. His tongue traces through your folds, lapping at your wet entrance while his thumb circles over your clit to work up more. Jungkook’s brows pinch together, and he gives an appreciative grunt at your familiar taste.

You squeak, and Jungkook just thinks you’re so damn cute he can’t hold back a smirk as he pleasures you.

He enjoys the way your soft sighs transition into loud moans, hips matching the pace to the steady rhythm of his tongue. He likes making you squirm. He can feel the muscles in your thighs twitch in response— you’re always so sensitive.

“Kook,” you moan, “ah, fuck— f-feels so good,” your fingers make their way into his long locks and tug.

Smiling against your folds he hums, and the vibrations make you cry out so he does it some more, lips closing to suck firmly at your clit.

“I’m gonna cum,” you call out as he continues his assault against your clit, tongue returning to flick at the sensitive nub. 

Your hips rise as your orgasm washes over you, and he shoves them back down, practically growling as he forces you to stay put and take it. He can feel your legs tremble, your heels dig into his back as he sucks and licks you through your climax. He keeps going until you can’t take anymore and push at his head, whimpering from overstimulation.

A final kiss to your pussy and Jungkook pulls back with a cocky grin on his face, chin glistening. He knows no one else will ever pleasure you like him. 

You barely manage to regulate your breathing before he slides your legs off his shoulders. His hands press on your thighs to encourage them to spread further before he slips two fingers knuckles deep into your cunt.

Your walls squeeze so tightly around him, the sound of your overflowing juices as he pumps into you is so filthy. You reach out to grab onto something, and your hands find his bicep, your nails digging into his skin.

Jungkook glances up and he can’t help but smile at your fucked out expression. You’re past the point of being able to talk, but that doesn’t stop him.

“You missed me, too, right, baby?”

You can only whimper in response, and he halts his movements, fingers deep inside you.

“What was that? Use your words, baby,” he taunts.

You nod desperately until you manage to find your voice.

“Yes.”

You look so innocent and obedient, it makes Jungkook want to fucking ruin you.

“Yes, what?” Jungkook mocks as he curves his fingers to caress over your velvety walls.

“Y-Yes, I,” you take a deep breath, “I missed you,” you finally manage to get out.

Jungkook presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his smug smirk and then continues going at his fast pace. This time he doesn’t hold you down when you fuck yourself on his hand, clenching around his fingers and trembling all over again. Jungkook watches you in awe, his mouth slightly agape as he works you through your second peak. He loves how your nails dig into him with your tight grip, like you need him to ground yourself.

Once you finally start to come down, your thighs shut around Jungkook’s wrist to still the motions of his hand. When he hears you whimper from oversensitivity, he finally relents. You open your legs so he can slip his fingers out, he lifts them to his mouth to suck them clean. As he watches your chest heaving with your head tipped back and eyes closed, he rises to his feet.

In one swift move, Jungkook leans forward, slipping an arm between your back and the couch and sweeping the other under your knees. He tosses you over his shoulder with zero struggle, delivering a swift slap to your ass with the hand not wrapped around your hips.

You gasp out a laugh, “What are you doing?!”

You haven’t seen this playful side of him in a while. This is the Jungkook you know—the Jungkook you let your walls down for.

“We gotta get more comfortable, baby,” Jungkook replies as he carries you across the living room, “I can’t fuck my girl properly on the couch.”

His girl. Your heart flutters at the notion, but your stomach twists at the lie.

He effortlessly opens his bedroom door with his free hand walks in and sets you down on the bed, making quick work of stripping out of his clothes, hard cock hanging heavy between his legs. Bringing you back in the moment, your lingering thoughts pushed aside.

You remove your top and sit fully naked on his mattress. Staring up at him, waiting for his next move.

He crawls over to you, and you lie down as his body hovers over yours. You bite your lip as you look into his dark eyes.

“Now, will you finally tell me what’s been going on?” His voice is low, his mouth ghosting over yours, his hand brushing some hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

Your foot lightly kicks his muscular thigh, “Nothing’s going on,” you sigh.

“Why are you pulling away from me?” His nose runs down from the side of your neck to the valley between your breasts, it makes you shiver and your nipples.

“I’m not,” you whisper.

“You are,” Jungkook says softly, “And I don’t like it.”

A hand cups one of your breasts, and he ducks down to suck the stiff peak of it into his mouth, enjoying the airy little moan he coaxes out of you and the way you arch up into him. He switches, giving the other fleshy mound the same attention.

“It hurt me, baby,” his eyes find yours in time to watch your expression soften.

You remember his words from the call that brought you here, so you inquire, shifting the spotlight off you.

You reach up, hold his face in both hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks, and quietly ask, “What about you? You said you had a rough night. What happened?”

Jungkook sighs. His forearms are on either side of you, holding his weight as he leans down and presses his forehead against your chest.  

“I don’t want to talk about that. Let’s focus on now, hmm?”

You kiss his hair in agreement, and he tilts his head to kiss your lips. Your arms come to loop around his neck to pull him closer. The two of you make out like teenagers, tongues colliding together.

“Kook, I need you. Please,” you moan, nails dragging down his back as he presses sloppy kisses, mostly tongue and teeth, to your neck.

His mouth finds yours again, and he bites down on your bottom lip with a smile before sitting up. You whine a little, and Jungkook’s hands slide to your waist, where he gives a teasing pinch.

“Can you get on all fours for me?”

Turning on your stomach, his hands go to your hips to guide you. You barely get on your knees as you feel Jungkook’s arm under you, wrapped around your stomach as he hoists you up, a hand pressing against your back. He dips down and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Comfy?” He murmurs in your ear.

You look at him over your shoulder with wide, shining eyes and nod. Jungkook can’t resist ducking down to kiss you before pushing your legs apart. Then his hand and fingers are back on your pussy, rubbing it slowly and spreading more wetness.

“So fucking sexy, you look so fucking beautiful like this, baby,” he groans behind you, causing you to clench embarrassingly as a soft chuckle sounds behind you.

Even lost in a haze of lust and pleasure, you still know to take precautions when it comes to Jungkook.

“C-condom, Kook,”

He shakes his head amusingly before he reaches towards his nightstand, the sight of a foil package in Jungkook’s hands brings you back to all those times you’ve seen this exact view. He rips it open, pulling out the condom as you watch his every movement, especially those tattoos and veins decorating his muscular arms through the entire process of putting it on and down his thick, hardened length.

The arch in your back, when you press your ass up towards him, makes his cock start to leak against his stomach and he gives your ass a firm slap.

The tip of his cock grazes over your pussy, poking your clit and causing you to whimper needily Jungkook’s name. He can’t help but moan as he starts to grind the head of his dick against your folds.

“Oh baby,” he utters huskily.

Gasping, you grip the sheets and hold them tightly in your hands,

“Fuck me, Kook, I wanna feel you.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more time and lines himself up to your entrance, pushing his length into you, sliding in to the hilt. You whine into the crook of your elbow, your walls pulsing, filled up, and so sensitive.

Jungkook leans forward, hands resting by the pillow under your head on either side of you until his chest is flush with your back and the tip of his cock presses into your g-spot.

“Feels good?” He murmurs in your ear, and you can only whimper and nod.

“This pussy is all mine, right?” Jungkook asks through clenched teeth, nipping at the skin of your shoulder, and he starts to grind his hips against you, rubbing his cock into your g-spot over and over. 

“Yes, all yours,” you whisper, gasping when Jungkook starts thrusting in and out slowly, your mouth falling open right away at the sensual feeling of being stretched.

“Not anyone else’s?” he hums like he doesn’t already know.

Even with your mind somewhere else, you still feel the sting of what he’s asking you and the irony of it, but somehow you manage to nod anyway.

“No,” you choke out.

He pulls out, not entirely, just enough to let his tip in as he starts sliding back in, this time even deeper than before.

“Good,” he whispers into your ear, straightening as he grabs your hips and starts moving faster. Ramming his hips into you causing his balls to hit your swollen clit which makes your head spin. Fingers digging into your hips so tightly that they might bruise later, but the extra added pain adds just the right amount to your already existing pleasure and the tingle between your legs.

JK POV

“Ah, don’t stop, oh god—” you whimper, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts. Jungkook can’t stop now, not even if he wanted to, not when it feels this good. You’re so fucking precious.

His hands grip you even tighter, hips moving faster when you beg him to, your soft moans and whimpers of Jungkook’s name coax him to move faster and deeper. Jungkook momentarily pauses as he grabs your ass and pulls your asscheeks apart, getting a good view of your pussy swallowing him.

Jungkook hooks his arm across your chest, and his hand, gripped tightly to your shoulder, gives him more leverage to hit deeper.

“God, you’re so fucking amazing, baby. Feels so good,” he growls.

Jungkook can feel how your whole body is starting to shake, and can tell by how you’re gripping around him that you’re already close. He feels his balls tightening and he knows he’s just seconds from cumming too.

“Come with me, baby,” he grunts, “I want to feel you come again on my cock.”

The evident sound of skin-on-skin clapping echoes in your ears and around Jungkook’s bedroom, and he takes no mercy on you, chasing his high, and you cling to the sheets for dear life.

He feels good, too good to be real and you clench around him even more tightly, almost shrieking that you’re already ready to cum.

“Oh fuck, Kook, fuck, fuck, I’m coming, I—” With a loud cry, you collapse forward, knees nearly buckling as your third orgasm of the night hits you.

“Shit,” Jungkook curses, his breathing harsh and ragged, dick twitching right before a throaty growl makes its way out of his mouth and he’s finally cumming.

His head tilts back and his eyes screw shut as he comes with you. He fills up the condom, his thrusts slowing down until they halt. You whimper softly with your head dropped down into your arms, your pussy still shuddering around him.

Jungkook squeezes at the curve of your ass as he pulls out with a hiss of oversensitivity. You cringe at the feeling but miss him inside you right away, the empty feeling making its way to your heart. But as soon as Jungkook’s cock is out of you, your whole body fails you and you fall onto your back, eyes to the ceiling.

He smiles at the way you’re still trembling as he disposes of the condom. He then joins you back on the bed, he lies next to you, stretching out an arm for you, and you move closer to him, your face now buried in his chest.

All that’s heard in the room is your rushed and loud breaths. Jungkook brings a hand to your lower back to rub gentle circles, “You okay, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod with a small sigh.

“That was the best sex I’ve had in a while,” he chuckles, “You wore me out, baby,” closing his eyes as you both lie there for a moment, bodies still hot and sweaty.

“I don’t even know why I bother with other women,” he comments, “I should’ve just called you first.”

The heat in your body vanishes; you feel as if your blood has drained from your body, and Jungkook’s room now feels cold. You lift your head from his chest, tilting your head up and look at him.

You dreadfully ask, “What do you mean?”

“The girl I had over here before,” he grimaced, “Couldn’t hold a candle to you.”

Your stomach twists, and you feel your heartbeat pick up so much that you hear it in your ears.

You clarify, “Before? You mean before you called me?”

He looks at you and nods, “Mhm.”

“So, you had sex with someone else before you called me?”

“Yeah,” he lets out a breath as he shakes his head, “It was such a disappointment, I had to end the night right.”

You think back to the call before you came here:  

“I miss you, baby. No one else makes me feel the way you do. You know how much you mean to me, how much I trust you. I had a rough night, and it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you. Are you trying to hurt me more like this?”

Suddenly, you feel vulnerable; a look of disgust forms on your face, and you sit up abruptly as you come to the realization.

Jungkook looks at you with confusion as you turn to face him.

You furrow your brows, “Is that what you were talking about when you said you had a rough night?”

“Woah. What’s wrong, baby?”

His ignorance of your question is all the confirmation you need; your heart cracks. Moments from earlier now make you feel like a fool.

His freshly showered body when you arrived wasn’t because he came home from work but because he was cleaning himself from the sex he just had and when you asked him what was wrong before you fucked and he didn’t want to talk about it.

You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you look around for your clothing, and lean over to retrieve the ones you see. You begin to get dressed, still stinking of sex, only reminding you of the mistake that you’ve made, adding to your sensation of disgust.

“Where are you going? I thought you were staying?”

You ignore him and continue getting dressed as your vision starts to blur.

Jungkook reaches out to touch your shoulder, but you flinch away. He notices the tears in your eyes.

“Hey, there’s no reason to be upset, baby,” Jungkook says softly.

“No, Jungkook,” you snap, his eyes widen and he can tell by the way you’ve dropped the nickname that this is serious, “That’s fucking low even for you.”

“You know I sleep with other people, Y/N,” he notes calmly.

“Yes, I know you sleep with other people, but I didn’t think you’d have me in your bed before your sheets could even dry from your last fuck,” you scoff already up and headed for the living room for the remainder of your clothing.

She said, “Take your time, what’s the rush?”

Pulling on the rest of your clothes, you are now fully dressed, yet you feel more naked than you were mere minutes ago. You sense Jungkook’s presence behind you and turn to resume your rant.

“Do you even care about how that makes me feel? How when some random girl can’t please you, you call me as your second pick, like I’m just some backup pussy.”

JK POV

Jungkook should probably take this more seriously, but he can’t help his instinctive reaction. He smirks, “You would have been my first if you hadn’t been ignoring me.”

You shoot him a look of disbelief, clearly not amused by this response. You move past him to his front door, but Jungkook quickly steps to block you from leaving.

“Hey, hey, hey wait,” he grabs your shoulders to stop you, you shrug them off, and his arms fall to his side. His eyes meet your own as he rebuts,

“Come on, you know it’s not like that with us. You know what you mean to me. I don’t see why it’s a big deal. I mean, I wear a condom,” Jungkook shrugs.

“That’s not the point,” you exasperate, “I didn’t think you would do something so disrespectful, Jungkook. Instead of taking the time to have a break in between your dick appointments, you rush to call me over like I’m your bitch.”

“Hold on a sec, I respect you,” he tries to defend.

“Having respect for someone and disrespecting them are two very different things,” you shake your head and continue, “You didn’t even mention having someone here tonight until after you slept with me. And said it as if telling me I was the better lay of the night was a compliment,” you laugh humorlessly.

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/N,” he says with a heavy exhale.

“If you don’t understand why I’m upset, Jungkook, there isn’t anything to do,” your voice defeated.

Jungkook knows this is his chance to fight for you, or at least apologize, but this is who he is. He’s not going to promise he’ll change, and he knows you’re not going to ask him to. He can’t be anything but what he is, but he can hope you’ll stay anyway.

“What can I say,” he says,

“Baby, I’m a dog, I’m a mutt”

They say if you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas, but all you’ve gotten is heartbreak.

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↬ a/n: okay so i have an idea for a part 2 of this that i'm probably going to work on once i finish a drabble that's currently in progress for a request...so maybe look forward to that :) let me know if that would be something you're interested in! PART TWO & if you made it this far thank you <3

[my-castles-crumbling]

flight - may 4 - black brothers - jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 491

Sirius: I forgot, I can’t pick u up from ur flight. I hav a thing. But someone’s coming, dw. Can’t wait to see u, reggie.

Scowling, Regulus stared down at the screen of his phone while standing awkwardly in the Arrivals area of the airport. He was trying not to feel too upset, but he’d just run away from home, for God’s sake. The least Sirius could do was get him at the damn airport.

He knew it was about time. Sirius had stopped talking to their parents years ago. It’d taken Regulus until he was nineteen to finally sever those ties, but now that he had…all he wanted was to pretend that part of his life never happened. To never talk to Walburga and Orion again. To start over. 

He so wished he had done this sooner. Taken Sirius up on his offer years ago, stayed when the Blacks had moved back to France, or at least left after he’d realized that things were even worse without Sirius. He’d left so much behind: his brother, his friends, his school, and…what could he call him? He wasn’t his boyfriend, not really. But he still held such an important place in Regulus’s heart, even after three years of no contact, that he couldn’t help but hope…

Regulus: Fuck you, Sirius. Who are you sending? And when? I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes. Sirius: Patience, young padawan. Ull see.

He snorted angrily and resisted the urge to stomp his foot like a toddler in the middle of the airport. Instead, he turned this way and that, hand still on his giant suitcase, looking for an empty bench to sit on while he waited.

It was when he turned that he finally saw him.

Walking toward him, a piece of torn-out notebook paper in his hand with the word ‘Reg’ scrawled on it in what looked like three different pen colors, there was no mistaking who it was, even after three years.

“James,” he breathed, completely forgetting his luggage and staggering one step forward.

James, however, seemed to have full control of his leg movements, because as soon as his hazel eyes met Regulus’s, he began to jog, covering the ground between them and pulling Regulus into the best hug he’d ever felt, the safety of being in James’s arms again making him nearly light-headed. 

“Hi,” Regulus choked, refusing to let go of the other man, even after a socially acceptable time had passed.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” James murmured into his hair, pressing his lips there over and over. “So fucking proud.”

Finally, Regulus pulled back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…I missed you, so much,” he said hesitantly, trying to explain, without actually explaining, that James had never left his thoughts. Not for a moment.

But James’s answering smile was dazzling. “Me too, love. Let’s get you home, where you belong, yeah? We’ll figure everything else out later.”

Regulus could only nod.

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I have the cutest idea. How about prompt b 3 with regulus black. Kinda Sunshine x grumpy, where reader is so openly in love with regulus and is just enjoying that even when regulus doesn’t seem to be returning their feelings (or at least not outwardly saying it). Just reader who is absolutely soft and understanding with Regulus.

😬😊 Hope you have a great day!

i genuinely had so much fun writing this, the request and dynamic fits perfectly with little reggie. thanks darling<3 i hope your day was great as well

Prompt: B.3 "You occupy my every thought"

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: not proofread, reggie is mentally unwell and a bit insecure, hinting at the black brothers drama, reader is very emotionally open and secure (good for you), friends-but-kinda-more dynamic going on, reader is bestie with the marauders

Regulus was not sure how or when it started.

Perhaps it was that day in the library when you strolled right up to him, breaking the sacred silence of the space with your bright voice, oblivious to the withering stares of Madam Pince and the other students. You sat down beside him, uninvited, and started chattering as though you had known him for years, as though the wall he meticulously kept around himself simply didn’t exist.

“You’re a good listener, did you know that?” you had said cheerfully after several minutes of mostly unreciprocated conversation. “We should sit together more often.”

Regulus hadn’t known what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. He had merely given a curt nod, lips pressed into a thin line, and waited for you to get bored.

You never did.

Perhaps it only truly solidified when he was trying to read his book in the Slytherin common room while Barty, Evan and Dorcas did everything in their power to distract him, until you skipped in, plopping down beside him and asking him about his book with genuine interest. His friends were all shocked to see him actually give you an answer, albeit short, and most important of all not pushing you away. He allowed you to sit there and read over his shoulder, smiling dreamily at him, and shot the others a few dirty looks as they snickered. The feeling in his chest that he still can’t quite place, began to bloom in his chest then, and it has yet to let go.

Nevertheless, somehow you became a fixture in his life. You sat beside him in the library, during meals, and even in the quiet corners of the castle where he had once gone to find solitude, and now oddly didn’t mind sharing with you. There was always a smile on your face and a knowing look in your eyes, that remained trained on him, even when in the company of his or your friends. You never demanded conversation; in fact, there were days where you spoke little and just kept him company, respecting his occasional genuine need for silence as much as you successfully challenged it when you knew it was a facade. It baffled him, but he couldn’t say he disliked it. Far from it.

It took a while to get used to, and Regulus was not sure if he ever could entirely. He had grown up with everyone wanting something from him – his parents wanted the perfect heir after Sirius left, his friends wanted chaos, his brother wanted his trust. He dealt with it all by aiming for perfection, for control and precision, but he knew it was crushing him. Then, you – you had never once asked anything of him. You were just there one day, and you never left.

The habit of it all did start to settle and he found himself allowing you further and further in. A friendship formed, perhaps something more as well, and he revelled in it, even as the shame of doing so grew deep within him. The certainty that it was not forever was clear in his heart, but the way you looked at him, the way you spoke without a care in the world, made him think that maybe he could let himself enjoy this one thing while it lasted. 

He began making space for you in his everyday life, part subconsciously, waiting for you outside your classrooms, saving you a seat wherever he was, seeking you out and allowing you to seek him. It was unspoken, yet you picked up on it so easily, so beautifully, making him feel a twinge of safety that he ached to chase. As Barty often teased him, you had become attached at the hip.

Which is one of the main reasons why he ended up on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, leaning against the edge of a sofa with a novel in his hands – because you wanted to spend time with your friends, and where you are, he went.

Unfortunately, though, your friends were primarily Regulus’ brother and his fellow troublemakers.

The common room was loud, filled with the usual banter and shouting, much less controlled than that in Slytherin. While you had long grown accustomed to the buzz of energy in the air, finding comfort in it, you knew the same was not the case for Regulus, so you had a hand playing with the curls at the back of his head as you sat leaning on the sofa’s armrest.

He wasn’t part of the lively conversation about Quidditch plays – though you knew he actually had several strong opinions on this very topic – nor was he trying to laugh along with Sirius’ absurd stories. He was there, present, yet apart from it all, seemingly chewing on a thousand thoughts. You ached to save him from them, but for now you settled on looking happily down with him and enjoying the feeling of his hair between your fingers.

“Oi, sweetheart!” James all but shouted as he threw a tiny piece of crumpled up paper at you, trying to gain your attention. Regulus didn’t look up from his book, but his ears quirked up. “I was talking to you!”

“Oh, sorry Jamie,” you said and Regulus had to fight his smile at the dreamy sound in your voice. “Was distracted.”

“I can see that.” James looked pointedly between you and Regulus. You didn’t dignify his hinting with a response.

“What was it you were saying?”

“Just asking you about your take on the story Siri just told… which I’m now seeing you didn’t even listen to.” Before you could reply, Sirius cut in.

"How do you do it?" Sirius's voice was a mix of bewilderment and amusement. "Regulus barely tolerates people, and yet, there you are, right beside him, like it's the most natural thing in the world."

At that, Regulus had to look up, giving his brother a levelling glare for the unwanted attention. You only smiled in response, glancing at Regulus and his tense posture, hand in his hair never slowing. "There's nothing to it," you had said simply. "He’s not hard to understand once you take the time. It is the most natural thing in the world."

Sirius looked like he wanted to say more, eyes boring into both you and Regulus, whose face was angled back down into his book but whose attention was anywhere but – but before he could, Lily intervened, steering the conversation towards some drama she just learned from Slughorn.

You looked down at Regulus, reading his body language like the book he clearly was not, and in one languid movement slid down from your seat to plop beside him on the floor. He looked over at you, expression unreadable, and you beamed at him. 

The others carried on without much notice, except for Sirius who still had half an eye on you, raising a brow at your changed position from where he was draped over the armchair across the room. He glanced between you and his younger brother, visibly trying to figure out what the dynamic between you really was and what that meant for how he viewed you two. You paid it no mind, instead attentively zeroing in on Regulus and his mood.

You tucked your legs underneath you, leaning slightly closer to him. “You doing okay? You’ve been a bit quiet today,” you said softly, keeping your voice low enough so that the others wouldn’t hear.

Regulus’ eyes flickered toward you briefly, then over to the fire burning not far away from you, book forgotten in his lap. “I’m always quiet.”

“True,” you conceded with a grin, not deterred by his exterior attitude. “But this is the extra-brooding kind of quiet. The kind where your forehead does that little frowny thing.” You gestured to your own forehead, mimicking his usual frown.

He let out a short breath – something that was almost, but not quite, a laugh. 

“There it is!” you teased gently. 

Regulus shot you a look, one that others often labelled annoyance, but you could clearly tell was a form of confused entertainment. It seemed to ask you all the questions he would never say out loud. You had seen that look a lot, more than you could count, but it never stopped you from being your usual sunny self around him. If anything, it only made you want to stay closer.

“You don’t have to sit beside me, I’m fine,” he muttered after a moment, his voice so low it almost got lost in the noise of the room.

You shrugged and remained seated. “I know, but I want to.”

Silence settled between you two for a minute. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though; it never was. Despite how different you were, there was an odd sense of understanding that always seemed to hover between you. You could fill the space with chatter, or sit quietly, and somehow it was always okay. 

Though, as the life bustled around you, you noticed how his left leg was unruly and how he had not flipped a page in his book since you sat down – and you knew Regulus was a fast reader.

After a while, you gave him another soft nudge. “Wanna get some air?”

Regulus hesitated, glancing at you like he wasn’t sure if you were serious, but when you kept his gaze, he eventually nodded, internally grumbling about how he had just thought how some air would be nice. You smiled and stood up, extending a hand to him. He gave in and took it. You led him out of the common room, keeping his hand in yours, winding through the corridors until you found a quiet nook just outside by the Black Lake, far enough from the castle to escape the noise but close enough that you could still hear the faint murmur of the wind over the water.

You plopped down on the soft grass and patted the spot next to you. In your newfound privacy, Regulus didn’t hesitate to sit down beside you, his arms resting on his knees as he stared out at the lake.

You took a deep, loud breath, night air clearing through your lungs, and it inspired him to do the same, much to your liking.

“Better?” you asked, drawing your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on them as you looked at him expectantly.

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze distant. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow over both of you, and for a moment, you let the silence linger.

“Why do you do this?” Regulus finally asked, his voice low but tinged with something you had not heard before – something vulnerable.

“Do what?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Follow me around,” he clarified, his eyes finally meeting yours. “Why do you bother with me? You could be with any of them.” He gestured vaguely back toward the castle where your friends were. “They’re fun, and loud, and… like you.”

The way he said it, like he was utterly convinced that you should be with people more like you, made your heart ache. You knew what he was trying to do – push you away, not with anger but with insecurity. He did this sometimes when his own thoughts became too heavy, you had seen it. 

“Yeah, they’re fun,” you said lightly, keeping your tone easy. “But so are you. I like spending time with you, so I want to be here. With you.”

Regulus’ brow furrowed, and you could see the gears turning in his head. He didn’t get it. You wanted to tell him he didn’t need to, he just had to accept it, but you knew he was not quite ready for that.

“I don’t–” He exhaled sharply, frustration creeping into his voice. “I don’t understand why you chose me.”

You laugh a little at that, and he tries to ignore how it makes his heart race. “You say it like there was some grand plan and thoughtful process. I just spoke to you and found out I really like speaking to you, so I continued. I don’t know Reggie, I just like you. There doesn’t need to be any more to it than that.”

He stared at you silently, clearly trying to digest your words. This was the first time he challenged you about your friendship directly, before he had only hinted that maybe you shouldn’t run around with the likes of me, to which you had simply disagreed.

You smiled at him softly, wanting to guide him through what he was feeling. You leaned back on your hands as you looked up at the stars. “You want to know the truth?”

He didn’t respond, but you knew he was listening.

“You occupy my every thought, Regulus,” you said, your voice quiet but firm. “So it’s only fitting you occupy my personal space as well. Even when I’m laughing with James, teasing Sirius, or debating something with Remus… I’m always thinking about you.”

Regulus’s mouth was slightly agape as he stared at you, and you had to fight a giggle at how flabbergasted he seemed – now was not the time.

He blinked, his confusion deepening. “Why?”

You tilted your head slightly. “Because you’re you, you’re Regulus. You don’t need to see it, because I do. I like the way you’re quiet but notice everything. I like the way you actually listen when I talk. I like the way you’re thoughtful, even if you try to hide it behind that whole grumpy façade.” You reached out, nudging his knee with your foot. “I like you, Regulus. Just as you are.”

He stared at you, utterly perplexed, like he couldn’t comprehend why someone like you, someone oh so lovely and lively, would be drawn to him of all people. But you just told him he didn’t need to get it – you got it for the both of you.

“I don’t get it,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You could have anyone. Someone who’s better at… this.” He gestured vaguely between you two.

You leaned closer to him, keeping your eyes on his. “Maybe. But I don’t want anyone else.”

Regulus let out a quiet, almost involuntary laugh, as if the mere concept was funny to him, and you grinned, feeling like you’d just won some kind of secret victory.

“You’re a bit ridiculous, you know that?” There was no bite in his voice. In fact, the shine in his eyes almost looked… relieved. Like he was starting to believe you.

You scooted a little closer, closing the gap between you two, placing a tentative hand on his elbow “Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any less true.” You felt some of the tension melt off of him as he leaned into the feeling of your shoulder against his. 

For a while, neither of you spoke, just sitting there by the lake, stars twinkling overhead. And though Regulus didn’t say it, you could feel the shift in him – something was softening, letting go.

After a long stretch of silence, he finally spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re… different.”

“Good different?” you asked, smiling softly.

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Good different.”

You beamed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “Good. Though you better get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus had a small, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. When he spoke next, it was so quiet that you almost didn’t hear him, but you did – and flowers bloomed in your chest. 

“I’m glad.”

[uramakimochi]

BABYSITTING TIME

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

(But it's mostly uncle Regulus and uncle Barty here sorry)

- yes i know there's David Tennant but i'm in love with the fancasts leave me alone (you can imagine whoever you want though) -

WARNINGS: nothing just fluff, FEM!R but no use of Y/n, Regulus and Barty babysitting Wolfstar daughter, Barty being Barty but we love him for it. This is sort of connected to this post but it can also be considered as a single piece.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

Regulus and Barty were sitting on the living room couch, while you sat at their feet on the carpet, playing with your toys. Until you suddenly raised your head to look at them.

"Uncle Reggie, Uncle Barty?"

"Yes, my dear?" Regulus asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Can i ask you a question?" you said, looking at them with your big bright eyes.

"You just did, little viper" Barty replied.

Regulus turned to glare at him and slapped him on the arm, but the other smiled amusedly, knowing that this response would make the little girl giggle. In fact, you laughed, shaking your little head shyly and hiding your face behind your rag doll.

"No Uncle Barty, that wasn't the question"

Regulus ignored the arrogant look of Barty next to him, who was looking at him with an expression that seemed to say "What did i tell you?" and looked back at his (only) favorite niece.

"What did you want to ask us, amour?"

You stood up on your little legs and reached Regulus', climbing on top of him and sitting on his lap. He welcomed you without any problems and clasped his hands behind your back to prevent you from falling backwards.

"How are babies born?"

Regulus stiffened and felt his heart skip a beat. Okay, that wasn't the kind of question he was expecting at all. Barty, grinned even more mischievously, now curious to know what his friend would've answered.

"Why are you asking this, darling? Aren't you a little too young to be asking these questions?" Regulus replied skillfully, trying not to let his embarrassment show.

But you shrugged, continuing to stare intently into his eyes for an answer, not seeing where the problem was. And the more Regulus looked at you the more it seemed like his forehead was starting to sweat. He really had no idea what to say to you. But then he opted for the easiest answer.

"You have to ask your fathers these things, chérie"

"But i want to know now!" you replied impatiently, rocking back and forth. "How were you born Uncle Reggie?"

When you leaned towards him to grip his shirt in your fists, Regulus didn't hold back from letting out a small sigh. You were a sweet little girl like Remus, but even though you weren't their biological daughter, you still inherited some of Sirius' stubbornness somehow. Regulus knew that the matter would not be over until you received an answer.

"Alright" he murmured, giving you a small, uncertain smile and you focused all your attention on him, more intrigued than ever. "Listen sweetheart, when two people love each other and want to have a child... Um, they-"

"They do a thing called se-"

Barty nearly screamed in pain when Regulus' palm left your back to slap over his mouth, stopping him just in time from what he was about to say. Barty turned to glare at him, but what he saw was only a murderous glare from Regulus. The two exchanged a mental conversation, while you looked at them in confusion, alternating your eyes from one to the other.

"Uncle Reggie?"

Regulus turned to look at you, smiling innocently again, as if nothing had happened.

"It's the stork, chérie" he said soothingly, still clamping his hand over Barty's mouth. "The stork brings babies to the homes of parents who want a child"

Your eyes widened.

"Like the owls that bring us letters??"

"Exactly" Regulus nodded and Barty rolled his eyes. "Your dad and daddy asked the stork for a baby girl and the stork brought you here to them. And your grandparents did the same thing with Remus, Sirius and me. And also James and Lily with Harry"

"Ooh! That's so cool!"

Regulus chuckled when he saw your surprise at having learned something new. And he felt very satisfied with having succeeded in his job, unlike that idiot of Barty. And speaking of Barty...

"Sweetheart, i have to talk to Uncle Barty about something important" Regulus said and you nodded understandingly. "Why don't you go into the kitchen and have a glass of juice? Then i'll make you something to eat, sounds good?"

You nodded frantically, not wanting to miss the opportunity to drink anything other than water before dinner.

"Thanks Uncle Reggie~" you said with a big smile, leaning towards him to leave a loud smooch on his cheek, making his heart beat a little faster in tenderness.

Then you got off his lap and ran to the kitchen and as he saw you disappear around the corner, Regulus' smile fell in a split second and he turned to look at Barty again, finally removing his hand from his mouth.

"Aah, about time!" Barty took a deep breath, then rubbed his cheek with his hand. "Did you want to suffocate me or something?"

Regulus glared at him even more evilly than before.

"Were you really going to talk to my niece about sex?! Are you out of your goddamn mind??!"

Barty shrugged, leaning back on the couch cushion. "It's not like she can understand anything about it, she's a child. How old is she, like 4, 5?"

"She's almost 7, you idiot!" Regulus retorted through gritted teeth, then lowered his voice again, not wanting to be heard by you. "And it doesn't matter if she doesn't understand anything, because at this age she tells his parents all the new things she learns! Remus would kill you. And Sirius would kill me because i didn't stop you!"

"You're all too sensitive" Barty muttered, waving a hand. "As soon as my little viper discovers the world of adults, she won't want to talk to any of you about it but she'll run to Uncle Barty, because she knows that i'm the only one who can tell her everything there is to know. Just wait"

This time it was Regulus's turn to roll his eyes with a sigh. You were still too innocent in his and your fathers' eyes, he just hoped that the time you would become an adult would never come.

"Uncle Reggie!"

Both Rugulus and Barty heard your voice coming from the kitchen.

"Could you get me the juice, please? Dad put it on the top shelf and i can't reach it!"

"I'll be right there chérie!" Regulus exclaimed, then shot one last glare at Barty, pointing a finger at him. "Not. A. Word"

Barty raised his hands in surrender with a smirk and Regulus rose from the couch, followed by him. The two joined you in the kitchen and while you sat down at the table, Regulus took the bottle of fruit juice from the cupboard, then poured it into your glass and handed it to you.

"Uncle Barty" you called, placing the glass on the table and looking at your other uncle, who was standing leaning against the countertop with his arms crossed. "What were you about to say before Uncle Reggie put his hand over your mouth?"

Barty smiled amusedly and passed from your pure eyes to Regulus' ones, who was looking at him sternly from behind you.

"Nothing, little viper" he replied simply. "These are things you'll know when you're older"

You huffed and crossed your arms, making him chuckle.

"Ooh ugh"

The following morning, while Barty was lying on the sofa in his house, busy doing precisely nothing, suddenly the fireplace in the living room caught fire and the figure of Sirius emerged from the green flames.

"BARTEMIUS CROUCH JUNIOR HAVE YOU TRIED TO TALK TO MY DAUGHTER ABOUT SEX?! I SWEAR I'LL BITE ALL YOUR HORRIBLE TATTOOS OFF YOUR BODY COME HERE YOU FUCKER"

Barty had no time to realize the situation before Sirius became Padfoot and began chasing him, barking loudly. Barty screamed in fear and jumped over the sofa to escape Sirius' fangs.

A few seconds later, Remus also appeared in the living room, with your body lifted in his arms. He also had a furious look on his face, but he tried to keep himself from saying profanity for your sake. And then, his husband was already taking care of Barty.

"I want to play too!" you suddenly exclaimed, watching your father and your uncle run around and not understanding that in reality that wasn't a game for them at all.

And while Barty was running around the living room, chased by Sirius, you got out of Remus' arms to run after Padfoot, in a continuous circle.

Remus ran a hand over his face in exasperation. Now he understood Regulus.