#boy in his rebel phase

[pickled0ctopus]

“You should have seen me when I was younger. Hot-blooded and cocky, always ready to fight.”

[bitchkay]

Toa had a brief emo phase when he was younger but I fear it was in fact just a phase💔 Unlike lance who's just emo to his fucking core Toa just wanted to feel edgy and it was never truly him, he did however develop a respect for alternative subcultures

[purposefully-lost]

The task of devising a personality for Alex's dad that isn't just Long-gone/Offscreen Deadbeat fhdhDNDZ

[forwhomthewordsflow]

Stars In My Eyes

(a part two to this fic!)

modern music teacher!eddie munson x art teacher fem!reader

18+ ONLY MDNI!!!

warnings: fluff, so fluffy, first dates, first kisses, some anxiety/stress, a little dash of coach!steve harrington, suggestiveness

author's note: i feel like this took me ages to write! so sorry for the wait...i do sort of love how this turned out :) writing a first kiss scene is hard!!!

please let me know what your thoughts are on this series!

word count: 7.7k

Eddie Munson couldn’t believe his luck.

Like, sure he’s gotten lucky a few times before.  There was that one time an officer let him off with a warning after he rolled through a stop sign, he’d played the “I’m a teacher during finals week” card and it had seemed to work out pretty well for him.  There were also a few times when a stranger in front of him at the Starbucks drive thru had paid for his morning coffee, only for him to turn around and see there was no one behind him to pay it forward to.  

And then, there was that time back during his final senior year where Stacy Cowell was going through a “rebel phase” and decided to give Eddie a string of random blowjobs over the course of a week and a half to make herself feel like she was living on “the wild side.”  She quickly transitioned out of that phase when Eddie had asked her out on a date, he figured they should probably make an effort to learn a little about each other if she was going to be deepthroating him in the back of his van every other day after school.  She turned him down with a disgusted sneer, leaving Eddie a little heartbroken by the fact that a girl could be so offended at the idea of a date with him.  

But none of that even mattered to Eddie anymore.  All of those situations touched by a bit of luck have been reduced down to mere coincidences now that he has you in his life.  Even though it was only one IKEA date trip that the two of you went on last weekend, Eddie couldn’t stop himself from imagining a long, happy future with you because of how fucking perfect it all went.

- 

You don’t think you’ve ever been so nervously giddy over anything in your entire life.  There had never really been any boys that you were crazy for when you were younger.  Sure, you’d been in love a couple times before, but nothing was ever…”wow.” 

 You’d never felt any real sparks, never met anyone truly special enough to change your life like all of the women you’d seen in movies or read about in books.  

But Eddie…he was very much wow.

After you’d worked out the details for your IKEA trip that afternoon in your classroom, you found it hard to stop blushing for the remainder of the week.  The both of you decided that you’d go on Saturday morning, and Eddie had insisted on picking you up and driving there together.  He bowed his head and lightly pressed his lips to your hand in a dramatic and silly fashion before leaving your classroom.  Your knees felt weak and a bright red blush bloomed on your face as Eddie stood back up to his full height to face you. 

“You know,” he started, still holding your hand, "you're really cute when you blush like that.”

A tiny squeak is all that comes out of your mouth when you open it to respond.  

You struggle to put together a coherent sentence and settle for the smile and girlish giggle that bubbled its way out of your chest.  

“I’ll see you later.”

Eddie started to walk backwards, keeping your hand in his grasp until he was too far away and then turning around to exit your classroom.  There wasn’t much else you could do except stare at the hand that had just been held by him, while holding your other over your mouth in shock.  

Eddie waited the appropriate five seconds after being out of your line of sight before erupting into a silent “fist-punching-head-banging-fuck yeah!” celebration in the hallway.  He couldn’t believe he kissed your hand.  The thought to kiss your hand had barely graced his mind before his body had made the decision to go through with it.  Eddie was terrified that his nerdy qualities would cause you to run for the hills, or that you’d think he was weird or stupid.

But instead, you’d blushed bright red and blessed his ears with a giggle, and all of Eddie’s worries and fears were banished from his mind at the sound of it.  

Eddie decided he was going to really enjoy taking every opportunity to make you blush.  

-

There were only two days until your IKEA trip with Eddie, and somehow you kept missing each other in the hallways at school.  On the rare occasion that Eddie had a spare moment, you were at some kind of art teacher workshop.  Whenever you could pull yourself away from decorating your classroom and lesson-planning, Eddie was leaving early for the day to go look at different types of Tubano drums for his classroom.  

There were a couple of staff meetings that everyone had to attend, but the two of you never ended up sitting next to each other.  Instead, you would indulge in a game of eye tag, making yourself feel like you were in high school all over again with a big fat crush.  

While you were really looking forward to your day out with Eddie, a tiny part of you was glad that you weren’t running into him constantly.  You found yourself overpouring your coffee in the morning because of the way the deep brown shade of the coffee matched the color of Eddie’s eyes.  You accidentally took a sip out of your paint water cup instead of your drinking cup because you were staring off at the lamps in your room, wondering which one had been Eddie’s favorite.  Two days was just what you needed to collect yourself enough to act like a normal human being before you saw Eddie again.  You weren’t even allowing yourself the time to think about being in a car with him for the hour that it took to get to IKEA.  All of the workshops, lesson plans and other preparation for the start of school kept you calm and collected.

Eddie, on the other hand, was reduced to a pile of chunky silver rings and nerves.  He couldn’t stop thinking about everything he had to get done before your trip…date?  Was it a date?  Did you say the word date when you asked him?  Is it even a date when the girl asks the guy-

Eddie’s frantic pacing is interrupted by a shark knock on his propped open classroom door.

“Yo, Munson.  How’s the…” Steve trailed off as he took in Eddie’s disheveled state.  “Dude.”

“I know, I know, man.” Eddie responds, plopping down in a chair that was meant for one of his students.  He puts his head in his hands, tugging on the roots to try and get a grip.

“What’s goin’ on, Ed?  I haven’t seen you this distraught since One Direction broke up.”  Steve sits on top of a desk next to Eddie, jabbing him softly in the shoulder after his lame attempt at getting a smile out of Eddie.  

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head at the stupid joke.  He looks up at Steve with a deep sigh, then stands up and grabs him by the shoulders.

“If I tell you, it stays between us.”  Eddie fixes Steve with a hard look and raised eyebrows, not any different from the look he gives his students when they’re getting up to no good.  “I’m so dead serious.”

Steve’s eyes widen at the sudden seriousness, making a cross over his chest with his finger.  “Yeah man, cross my heart and all that.”

Eddie lets go of Steve, slumping back into the chair with a huff.  

“How do you know that a date is a date, and not just a friend thing?”

Steve smiles cockily and leans forward, always interested in Eddie’s love life…or lack thereof.

“Well, I don’t know…I think I might have to hear a little more about this special lady in order for me to provide some of my good ol’ Harrington Love Advice.”  Steve wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie, throwing in a wink for the sake of being annoying.

Eddie rolls his eyes, he knew it was a mistake to bring up girls around this guy.  Steve was always giving Eddie pointers on how to get chicks the way he did, but Eddie was in no way similar to Steve when it came to relationships.  Steve never had nothing to do on the weekends, always with a new girl, sometimes even the single moms at school.  He’d meet them out at a bar, woo them, take them to dinner and then even sometimes back to his place.  Despite his fuck-boy tendencies, Eddie knows it’s never that meaningful for either party.  Steve’s been pining after one of the English teachers for years, and these flings are only serving as a way to satiate his intensely flirtatious side.  

As annoying as he may be, it would be nice to rant about all of his pent up loverboy feelings for you to Steve.  Eddie knows he’s just giving him a hard time, it’s one of the many love languages they share as best friends.

“I-it’s just…she’s so beautiful man, like…holy fuck.”  Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, looking off into the distance as he rambles on about you.  “I mean just…she looks like some kind of Elven princess-angel-goddess-fairy–”

“Dude, Ed.  None of that nerd shit please, say it to me in English.”

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head with a sigh.  

“Okay.  I really like her.  I haven’t felt this way in years, maybe ever.  We met officially yesterday and just…clicked.”

Steve smiles at Eddie as he talks about you, happy to see his friend so excited about someone.

“We made plans to go to IKEA this weekend, but I don’t know what to make of it?  Is it a date?  Should I bring her flowers?  What if I do bring her flowers and she gets weirded out because it was actually never a date at all?”

Steve holds his hands up like he’s trying to calm down an animal.  

“Woah there, buddy.  No need to get all freaked out about it.”  Steve can’t help but to laugh a little at the helpless look on his friend’s face.  “Let’s just start with the details, okay?  Who asked who?”

“She asked me.  I said I liked her lamps and then she said she got them at IKEA and then I said that I needed some for my room and then she said that we should go to IKEAandshopforsometogether-”

“Okay, okay man.  Take a deep breath.”  Steve motions for Eddie to inhale for a couple seconds.  

“Then let it all out.”  Eddie expels the breath from his lips in a hard huff, looking a little calmer.  “Alright.  So, she asked you?”

Eddie nods.

“That’s good, it means she’s interested!  Not a lot of women are making the first move these days, it means that she definitely wants a slice of Munson.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at Steve, but still waits for him to go on.

“Are you picking her up for the trip to IKEA?”

“Yeah, I offered to pick her up and drive us both there since it’s about an hour away.”

Steve scratches his five o’clock stubble.

“Hmm…okay.  Did she like…jump at the chance for you to drive her or was there some hesitation before she agreed?”

Eddie thinks back to that moment.  How the two of you were standing slightly too close for new friends, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked up at him, how he was surprised you couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest.  

He remembers offering to drive the both of you to the store, surprising himself by saying it way calmer than he was feeling.  Your face lit up a little, like you were shocked that he’d even offer to pick you up and drive you there.  You smiled and nodded your head sweetly before agreeing out loud.

Eddie feels himself smiling at the tiny memory.

“It wasn’t like she immediately answered…but she definitely was smiling when she agreed.  She didn’t seem nervous about it or anything, it was more like she was excited or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up as a smirk emerges on his face.

“So let me see if I’m getting this straight.  She asked you to go to IKEA, probably knowing it was a long drive, and then she happily agreed to let you pick her up and drive the two of you there?  For a whole two hours there and back?”

Eddie nods, anxiously awaiting Steve’s opinion on all of this.

“I mean, it’ll probably be a good four or five hours that you spend together driving and shopping.”

Steve fixes Eddie with a look that says ‘c’mon man, it’s obvious.’

Eddie’s had enough of his edging.  “Will you just get to the fucking point please for the love of god?”

Steve sighs and claps a hand on Eddie's shoulder. 

“Ed, it’s a date.”

Eddie barks out a triumphant laugh and Steve does the same.  The two men high five and Steve wraps a beefy arm around Eddie’s shoulder to pat him on the chest.  Eddie can’t help but to let out a big sigh of relief now that he can stop worrying about how to act on this trip date.

-

On Friday, you could’ve sworn you went slightly neurotic.  

Since Tuesday you’d been considering your day with Eddie as a date, but it suddenly hit you that maybe he didn’t feel the same way.  What if you’d been doing all this worrying and freaking out for no reason?  What if he ends up calling you ‘dude’ the entire day?  What if he has a girlfriend already, and he just agreed to take you to IKEA so that you wouldn’t get your feelings hurt?

You’d been running circles in your head trying to prepare yourself for any and all possible outcomes that Saturday could hold for you, but none of it seemed to be doing you any good.

So, you did what you always did whenever you found yourself flipping out over something new.

You made a to-do list. 

Pick out an outfit.  Dress! too fancy…jeans?  Dress, definitely dress. not too fancy though…

Drink wine 

Watch movie

Clean house…again

Drink more wine

Possibly reconsider outfit…

After all was said and done, you plopped down on your worn-in couch, sufficiently drunk with a clean house and an outfit neatly hung up outside of your closet.  You decide to pour your third and final glass of wine for the evening, and to surrender your anxiety to the gods of love.  You hope and pray that they like you enough to let you have this one. 

-

It was finally Saturday.  Eddie stands in front of his closet furiously, wondering why in the fuck he can’t find a single thing to wear for his date with you today.  He’s got enough clothes to fill his entire closet, dresser, and a $20 clothing rack he picked up at Target years ago.  Steve said to just go with what felt the most like ‘Eddie’, but he’s suddenly unable to remember what his style even looks like.  

He wants to punch himself in the nuts for not taking the time last night to plan this all out like a normal person.  

He ends up settling for a fitted white tee, a pair of trusty black jeans, and black boots.  On a FaceTime call with Steve (so he could approve Eddie’s choice), Steve mentioned that the outfit was casual, but still fairly nice, and that the white shirt showed off his tattoos and muscles.

“Chicks dig the muscles and white tee combo, man.  Trust.”

Eddie chuckles at his friend’s ‘frat boy’ lingo, but the comment makes him feel better about his appearance anyways.  Last year, Steve had managed to convince Eddie to start going to the gym with him after school during the week, and it pains him to admit that he sort of really likes it now.  He likes how much stronger he feels, he likes sweating out all of his frustrations, and most of all he likes the way he fills out his t-shirts now.

After hanging up the call with Steve, Eddie flexes a little in his mirror before leaving to go pick you up.  He decides to do a few last minute push ups and to moisturize the tattoos on his arms so that he looks extra good for you.

-

Perhaps being slightly neurotic about this date was a good idea.

Thanks to all of your meticulous planning, you managed to get completely ready with a half hour to spare.  You decided against sitting on your couch until Eddie arrived since the nervous butterflies in your stomach made you want to throw up, so you opted to wander around your house for the remainder of the time.

You pass by your mirror, doing a final check and making sure your outfit and makeup are up to par.  You’d decided on a simple white dress, with a denim button up thrown over it and your pair of black chelsea boots that had yet to let you down.  You smile at your reflection, happy that you’d managed to choose a comfy and cute outfit that felt like you.

There’d been too many dates before this one where you’d gone out and spent insane amounts of money on brand new outfits that you weren’t even sure you really liked, all in the name of impressing your date and hoping he likes you enough to ask you out on a second one.  When prepping for those dates, you spent hours upon hours running around like a mad woman.  Shaving, plucking, tweezing, waxing.  Making sure your hair curled just right and that your eyeliner was sexy, but not slutty.

You couldn’t figure out why Eddie felt so different to you.  Even though the nerves of a first date had really freaked you out the night before, this morning was fairly calm.  Sure, you took plenty of time in the shower and doing your hair and makeup, but it didn’t feel like you were trying to morph into a different version of yourself to please a man. 

It felt more like you were trying your best to look like your favorite version of yourself. 

You want Eddie to know who you are inside and outside of work, and you really hope that he likes what he finds. 

-

Eddie stays parked outside of your house for a minute or two to try and settle his nerves.  

You lived in a small, red brick house in a family neighborhood.  There were flowers planted in the beds under your windows, and your front door was painted a deep turquoise color.  Eddie sucks in a breath when he sees your figure moving around through the gauzy white curtains covering your windows.  

How can a hazy silhouette still be so beautiful?

Looking into his rearview mirror, Eddie takes a deep breath.

“You got this man.  Be cool.”

He turns his car off and makes his way to your front door, knocking three times and then taking a step back to wait for you.

It takes all of two seconds for your front door to swing open, revealing you on the other side.

Eddie immediately feels weak in the knees.  You looked so cute in your little boots, and he couldn’t help but to let his eyes trail up the smooth skin of your legs.  He gulped a bit at the short hem of your dress, and then realized he should probably say something.

“Hey you.”

“Hi,” You smile up at him bashfully as he looks you up and down.  You take the opportunity to look him over as well, and damn.  You already knew he was sexy, but his tight tee shirt and pulled back hair made you want to drag him into your house and do things to him…

You only notice that he’s been holding a hand behind his back when he brings it out in front of him, revealing a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  

“These are for you.  I didn’t know which was your favorite, so I just asked the lady to throw together a bunch of different kinds and to make it look pretty.”  Eddie holds the colorful bouquet out to you and smiles sheepishly.  

Your mouth hangs open as you reach out to take them, being so careful for no real reason.  You look up at Eddie with those big, sparkling eyes.

“Thank you so much, Eddie.  These are so incredibly beautiful,” he watches you looking down at the flowers, gently brushing your fingers against their petals.  “Let me run inside and find a vase for them real quick.  Come on in!”

You wave him in behind you and hurry inside.

Eddie tries to suppress the excitement he feels at being invited into your home.  He felt like he already got a good glimpse at who you are and how you express yourself when he was inside your classroom, but he’s now getting to see where you spend the majority of your time, where you live.  As he steps over the threshold and into your house, he readies his brain to take mental pictures of everything he sets his eyes on, just in case he never sees it again.

Instantly, he’s hit with a sense of “home.”  The inside of your house is the perfect temperature and it smells so good and womanly, like your perfume and also like you’ve been baking something but somehow also like flowers…Eddie loves it already.

You scurry off into the kitchen, trying not to think about the fact that Eddie Munson is looking around your house right now.

Where in the hell have all of your vases run off to?

Eddie walks around cooly with his hands clasped behind his back, taking in everything about your space.  Much like your classroom, Eddie is able to spot at least four different sized lamps and light fixtures placed around your entryway and living room.  There were warm white Christmas lights hung up along the ceiling, multiple green-leaved plants in different corners, and Eddie even thinks he spotted a black cat sprinting under your soft looking white sectional.

Overall, he’d give your interior design skills an 11/10. 

He’s just starting to miss you a little when you come out from your kitchen holding your flowers in a sparkly glass vase.  

It’s an odd feeling, seeing Eddie in your house.  His ‘edgier’ look seems like it wouldn’t fit with your overall aesthetic, but to your surprise he looks like he belongs here.  You walk up to him almost in a daze, admiring the silver hoop earrings he’s wearing, the smile on his lips, and the way some of his hair has made its way out of his low bun to frame his face.  

The two of you stand there for a moment looking at each other, with you holding your flowers in between your bodies.  You engage in a staring match for almost a second too long before you break the silence.

“No one’s ever gotten me flowers before,” you sheepishly admit, looking down at them instead of at him.  Eddie grins at the blush that blooms onto your cheeks after your prolonged eye contact.

Eddie scoffs before he can stop himself.

“Seriously?  That’s a damn shame, sweetheart.”

You look up at him again and try not to faint at how easily the word fell from his perfect lips.  Unable to take another second of his eyes on yours, you retreat into your living room to find the perfect place for your new flowers.  You decide to put them on your coffee table, then turn around to find that Eddie had followed you in.  

He offers his arm out to you, “Shall we?”

This time, you can’t fight the smile.

You take his arm and swipe your purse from the coat hanger next to your front door on your way out.

-

Eddie was the perfect gentleman for the entire duration of the car ride to IKEA.  He had opened the car door for you, he let you pick the music, and he definitely did not sneak a glimpse at your bare, voluminous thighs when your dress shifted as you sat down.  The sweet smell of your perfume spread throughout the interior of his truck, he hopes that smell never fades away.

He couldn’t help glancing over at you every other minute, looking so beautiful in his passenger seat while you bobbed your head to whatever song you had queued up on his phone. 

“Would it be a total invasion of privacy if I played your On Repeat playlist?  I’m dying to know what the music teacher’s favorite music is right now.”  Eddie turned to see that you were smiling pleadingly at him, and how could he say no to that face?

“I suppose,” Eddie sighs dramatically.  “But, you are not allowed to judge me for whatever pops up.”  He playfully points a finger at you while keeping his eyes on the road.  You giggle girlishly.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You hit ‘shuffle’ on Eddie’s playlist and aren’t surprised when the first song that plays through the speakers is ‘The Unforgiven ll’ by Metallica.  You already knew Eddie was a fan of the band thanks to the music he always has playing a tad too loudly whenever you pass by his classroom.

“Oh, I know this song!”

Eddie’s face whips towards you sporting a shocked ‘you’ve gotta be kidding me’ expression.  He was definitely expecting you to be the ‘indie music’ type.  Your eyebrows furrow adorably angrily at the look on his face.  

“What?  A girl can’t like Metallica?” You fix him with a look that tells Eddie he should think twice about his response.

“W-well…I just didn’t expect you to be into them…that’s all.”  You roll your eyes playfully at him and cross your arms.  “But!  I’m very pleasantly surprised that you are!  Girls rule, alright?  Men like…totally suck and stuff.”

You chuckle at his frantic attempt at avoiding a lecture on gender inequality and feminism while settling back into your seat.  And because you actually do know and love this song, you start mouthing the words, which eventually evolves into singing them under your breath.

When Eddie thought he spotted you mouthing the words out of the corner of his eye, he was sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him.  But just barely hearing you singing the words to his favorite Metallica song just further confirmed a fact that he already knew.

Eddie Munson was totally going to fall in love with you.

The rest of the car ride consisted of sharing music, talking about work and life, childhood memories, and other random topics.  Eddie discovered that you love thunderstorms, your cat’s name is Pascal (after the chameleon from Tangled), and that you moved here at the beginning of summer from Chicago.

Eddie swears there’s never been a conversation in history that flowed as well as yours and his.  He felt like he’s known you for years, and he hopes you’re feeling the same way.

You totally are.

-

Once the two of you made it to IKEA and inside the giant store, Eddie quickly realized that he never really put any thought into what he actually wanted to buy for his classroom.  You swiftly came to his rescue and pulled out your phone to open up Pinterest.

Together, you found a couple pictures that matched the general vibe of Eddie’s classroom.  He grabbed a map of the store and a cart, and set off into the maze of furniture.  

You were back to being shy again, now that you were out in the wild with Eddie.  He found that making jokes about all of the funny names got you giggling, and so he didn’t miss an opportunity.

He made you laugh the hardest next to the Koppang drawers.

You bumped your shoulder into his around the Baggebo bookcases.

His hand brushed yours next to a Tornviken kitchen island. 

And Eddie finally worked up the courage to hold your hand next to a Klippan loveseat.

You gasped a little when you felt his warm hand slide into yours, interlocking your fingers together.  A red hot blush worked its way up your neck as you snuck a glance over at him, only to find that he was already looking at you with a smirk.  He knows exactly what this hand holding is doing to you.

He chuckles smugly as the two of you arrive at the lights section of the store.  As he pushes the cart through the aisles, you’re enamored by the twinkling lights that are draped overhead.  You’re lucky he’s holding your hand, or else you probably would’ve fallen flat on your face.  Eddie can’t help but to stare at you as you stare up at all the different light fixtures.  The different colors and hues of light shine beautifully onto your face, and the soft smile on your lips makes Eddie wish he could just grab you and kiss you right here in the aisle.  But, he figures that would cause you to explode after your reaction to his hand-holding.

He watches as you look further down the aisle at the lamps that are on display there, your face lighting up in recognition.

“Oh!  That’s one that I’ve got in my room!”  You point at an orange, donut shaped light called a Varmblixt.  Eddie recognizes it, you do indeed have one hanging on the wall behind your desk.

“I must have it,” Eddie says with a flourish ,”Never have I seen a more extraordinary donut lamp.”

You giggle and go to grab one to place in the cart, but the box proves to be way heavier than you remember.  Eddie notices as soon as you inhale to exert more effort, and he steps in immediately. 

 No fair maiden such as you should be forced to exert any effort whatsoever in his presence.

“I’ve got it, sweetheart.”

You try not to let the name affect you but once again, you fail.  You’re left blushing and biting your lip, speechless.  You stare unashamed at Eddie as he picks up the heavy box and goes to place it in the cart with ease.  The overhead lights were really doing him favors, every ridge and contour of his body was lit to perfection.  You could see the delicious bulge of his biceps, the ripple of his forearm muscles, and the outline of his chest in his shirt….why is your mouth watering?

Eddie easily places the box in the cart, turning to face you again.  He finds you blushing up at him with wide eyes, and is unable to contain the smug smirk on his face.  The sudden lack of distance between the two of you did not go unnoticed by him, he hoped you couldn’t hear his heart pounding in his chest.

The ‘normal you’ would’ve noticed that you were obviously in Eddie’s personal bubble, and you would’ve taken a step back like the respectable adult that you are.  But the ‘normal you’ was long gone in Eddie’s presence.  This version of you was not unlike the version that existed when you were an awkward teenager who was on the brink of passing out anytime a boy even breathed in your direction. 

While you were busy ogling Eddie’s physique, you’d failed to notice the close proximity between the two of you, which led you to your current situation.  

You and him were so close together, you could feel the warm puffs of air from between his parted lips gently hitting your face.  His gaze trailed down from your eyes to your lips, but you wouldn’t have noticed anyways because you were one step ahead of him.

His lips looked so pillowy and soft, you wondered how they’d feel pressed against yours.  Would he kiss you slowly, gently holding your face in his big hands and brushing his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks?  Or would he be rougher than that, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you into him, kissing you with fire and passion?

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow as he watches you suck your bottom lip into your mouth to bite it.  You’re so goddamn beautiful, and you looked like an angel in this aisle of lights.  A lamp from behind you lights up the silhouette of your hair like a halo, and he can see the lights above his head reflected in your eyes like stars.  

Eddie knows he shouldn’t kiss you right now, not in the middle of IKEA where he can hear kids whining to their parents and couples arguing over which shade of beige would match their living room better.  He knows this, but he can’t stop himself from reaching his hand up to gently grasp your jaw.  His thumb slides from your chin to your bottom lip, tugging it free from your teeth.

His hand snakes down to the side of your neck, and you can feel the slight tremor in his hand.  You’re glad that the situation is affecting him too, because you are freaking out.  

Is he going to kiss you right now?  

In IKEA?

On your first date? 

Is this even a date?  

Do you even want him to kiss you?  Idiot, of course you want him to.

Eddie’s eyebrows lift slightly, almost questioning you.  Asking you, ‘Do you want this? Is this okay?’

You answer him with a soft smile, and you feel his hand move behind your neck to pull you in.

It is at this moment that a baby starts to wail one aisle over, effectively ruining any sort of moment you and Eddie had been sharing.

He lets out a frustrated huff, and touches his forehead to yours with closed eyes.  

“Of course,” he groans.

You’re secretly giddy at the fact that he so obviously wanted to kiss you badly.  You bring your hand up to his arm that’s still resting on your neck to give it a reassuring squeeze, and in a surprising burst of confidence, you rise up on your toes to peck him on the cheek.

Eddie’s eyes shoot open at the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek.  He pulls back to stare down at you as his face turns red.

You giggle at him, then turn around to walk down the aisle.

“C’mon, I think I saw another one of my lamps down this way!”

Eddie snaps himself out of his daze with a shake of his head, he’s sure that he’s got hearts in his eyes as he watches you walk away from him.  Grabbing the cart with one hand, he holds his other gently to his cheek, touching the spot that’s still warm from your lips.

-

Eddie ends up purchasing five lamps from IKEA after an hour and a half of wandering through the aisles with you.  

He can’t help but to act like the loverboy he is when he’s looking at furniture with you.  He fantasizes about a life with you, imagining that the two of you are actually here to pick out items to furnish your shared house.  

He wonders which kind of wood floors you’d pick out and which backsplash you’d want in the kitchen.  You’d probably want to decorate with colorful rugs and throw pillows, and Eddie wouldn’t complain.  Not as long as you’re happy.   He’d live in a pink house decorated with bows and lace trim as long as he was living in it with you.  

Maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, it’s only your first date together right?

If only he knew you were having similar thoughts as you strolled up and down the aisles, hand in hand.  You thought about what kind of decorating he did in his house, you figured it was styled in some way considering the amount of effort he puts into making his classroom look as cool as it does.  Does he have shelves full of records or different posters framed and hung up on his wall?  Which side of the bed does he sleep on?  You hope he likes plants, there’s no way you could part with your beloved greenery if the two of you were to live together.

You’re quick to silence the random thoughts buzzing around in your head, it’s silly to think about these things on your very first date…you don’t even know his middle name yet!

You and Eddie both seem to snap out of your stupors at the same time, sighing simultaneously.  You both turn to look at each other and then begin to laugh, unsure on whether or not the ‘jinx’ rules apply in a sighing situation.  

-

Eddie pays for the lights, and soon enough you’re both back in his truck.  

It dawns on you that your date is almost over, but you’re quickly redirected when you hear the starting notes to the next song that starts playing when Eddie’s phone connects to his radio.

Is that…Taylor Swift?

You turn to him slowly, confused at why a Taylor Swift song is on his ‘On Repeat’ Spotify playlist.

Eddie’s already staring at you mortified.  He holds a hand up, pausing any words that might’ve come out of your mouth.

“Before you say anything,” he begins ,”I really admire her lyricism.  Girl’s a wizard with words.”

The two of you sit in a charged silence for a moment before you can’t hold in your reaction any longer.  A laugh breaks free from your chest, and Eddie can’t  help but to laugh along with you.

You’re wiping tears from your eyes as your laughter dies down, and Eddie just grins at you.

“I can’t believe it.  The rock and roll music teacher listens to enough Taylor Swift for it to end up on his ‘On Repeat’ playlist.”  You shake your head at him with a wide smile on your face that Eddie wants to take a picture of and frame.  

“Yeah, yeah…laugh it up.  As a music teacher, it’s my duty to appreciate all types of music.”

You nod along to his explanation, “Yes, of course.  How else are you supposed to connect with the teenage girls these days?”

“Right! Yes!”  Eddie exclaims.  “I do this lesson on lyrics and Taylor’s music is a great example of what storytelling in music can look like.  I respect her, hard.”

You stifle another laugh at his emotional Taylor Swift themed outburst.

“This stays between you and I alright?” Eddie points a finger at you playfully.  “If Harrington gets word of this I’ll never live it down.”

“Of course, my lips are sealed.”  You mime zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key.

Eddie settles back into his seat with a huff, boyishly smiling over at you.

“I have a very important question for you Eddie.”

He leans in, intrigued by your seriousness. 

“Which era are you in right now?”

Eddie scoffs, throwing his head back with a groan.  This sends you into another laughing fit, Eddie can’t help but to join in again.  He’s coming to find out that your joy is such an infectious thing.

“Hmm let’s see…,” he muses.  He turns to look at you with one hand on the wheel and a smirk on his face as he puts his keys in the ignition.  

“Right now…I’d have to go with ‘Lover,’” he says with a wink.

Your laughter is cut off abruptly as you gasp and bite your lip, attempting to subdue the cheesy grin that’s surely made its way onto your face by now.  

You stare unashamed as Eddie puts his right hand over the back of your seat to turn around and look through the rear window as he reverses the car out of its parking spot.  You can smell the cologne he must’ve sprayed on this morning, which immediately awakens the butterflies in your stomach.

As soon as Eddie is set on the route back to your house, he holds out his hand expectantly over his center console.  You look at it, then at him, then back at his hand before shyly placing your hand in his.  He’s quick to lace his fingers through yours, holding on tight and running his thumb back and forth.

You’re both thinking that you could get used to this.

-

Eddie (reluctantly) only lets go of your hand in order to rush around the front of his truck to open your car door for you after he’s pulled into your driveway.  He’s quiet as he walks you to your front door, wondering which way is the best way to ask you out on another date.  

You stop when you reach your door, looking down at your hand in his.  The silence begins to feel just a tad awkward as you both search for something to fill it.

“Thank you,” you start quietly ,”for today.  I had a wonderful time.”

Eddie lets out a relieved breath and grins widely down at you.

“I did too,” he begins, readying himself for his next question.  “Would you…I mean–would you like to…uh…shit, would you want to maybe do it again sometime?”

You know what he means, but it’s still so tempting to tease him when he’s blushing like this.

“Would I want to go to IKEA with you again?”

“N-no!  I mean, if you wanted to we could I guess…b-but I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner?”

You find it adorable how nervous he is to ask you out on a second date, as if you wouldn’t agree to go out to dinner with him tonight.

“I’d love that.”

Eddie’s face lights up with a triumphant smile as he lets out the anxious breath he’d been holding in.  

“Good, that’s really good.”  The way you’re smiling up at him right now is causing him to lose his train of thought.  “Um…how’s tomorrow night?  Around 7?”

“Tomorrow night is perfect.”

“Awesome.  Great, yeah I’ll just…I’ll pick you up, okay?”

You’re beaming as you nod your head, much too ecstatic at the idea of going out with Eddie again to form a coherent sentence.

Eddie finds himself smiling and nodding with you, you’re just too adorable. 

“Hey could I uh…c-could I get your number?” Eddie stammers the question out like he’s a prepubescent teenager, mentally face palming the whole time.

He’s relieved when you chuckle and hold your hand out for him to place his phone in.  He fumbles around trying to give you his phone as quickly as possible, he can’t believe how nervous he feels right now. 

He finally somehow manages to pass over his phone with a new contact page pulled up and ready for you.  You type in your number and name, making sure to add the artist’s palette emoji afterwards.  Eddie laughs through his nose when he sees it, then pockets his phone again.  

There’s a weird tension in the air that can only be brought upon by two people who so obviously want to kiss each other, but are too nervous to make the first move.  Eddie wracks his brain for a way to ask you if it’d be okay for him to kiss you without looking like a total idiot.  It’s really unfortunate that the way you bite your lip causes his mind to completely shut off and switch to autopilot.  

“I really wanna kiss you right now,” he blurts out.

You look up at him, shocked at his bluntness.  Eddie’s even more shocked than you are.

“Y-you probably should then,” you bashfully admit.

Eddie can’t believe that worked.

He steps towards you and softly places one hand on your cheek, the other going to gently grasp the side of your neck similarly to the way he had in IKEA during your almost-kiss.

Your eyes flutter closed as you feel his lips graze yours for the first time.  The feeling is electrifying, and you can’t help but to venture forward for more.  

Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than Eddie imagined. 

You plunge forward to press your lips against his, instantly deepening the kiss.  Eddie found himself instantly addicted to the feel of your lips and the way you sigh into the kiss.  It’s a shy kiss at first, where the two of you slowly begin to figure out your shared rhythm.  But it wasn’t long before you sank into a synchronized dance, mirroring each other’s movements in a way that crafted the most perfect, earth shattering first kiss.  

You let Eddie Munson kiss you at your front door in a way that you had longed to be kissed for your entire life.  This was how the women you saw in movies or read about in books were kissed.  You’d read about magic and sparks flying, and you think you’re finally starting to believe in all of it.  

Eddie moves his hand from your cheek to your waist, gripping it and pulling you closer to him.  The gasp you let out gave him the sweet opportunity to run his tongue against your bottom lip, asking, pleading for an entrance which you of course granted.  You tasted like autumn and felt like home, he decided he could kiss you for hours on end.

You both stood there for a good five minutes at your front door, making out like giddy teenagers and feeling like them too.  Eddie finally pulls away from your lips, pleased to find you subtly chasing his mouth with your own.  You open your eyes and come out of your kiss-induced haze to find him smiling adoringly down at you with both hands now circling your waist.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he whispers, leaning in to kiss you once more. 

“Actually, I’m gonna call you tonight.”  He kisses you again.  “Is that okay?”  Another peck.

You're giggling as he places a final kiss on your forehead, “Yes, please.”

“Good.”

Eddie steps back, grabbing your hand to kiss it like he did on Tuesday.  He pulls you back in with that same hand to plant one last kiss on your lips, then jogs back to his truck.  He waves and quickly honks his horn twice as he pulls away.  

You’re left standing at your front door, watching his truck disappear down your street and reliving every moment of your first kiss with Eddie Munson.

When you finally make your way inside, you make sure to smell your brand new beautiful flowers before scurrying off to your bedroom to pick out an outfit for your second date with Eddie tomorrow night.  

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[tinylilacbun]

Trying To Protect You

Request: Heyyy girl! J wanna say I love your writing and have a request/suggestion if your interested :)

Being Rafe’s little sister (16 years old) and rafe is quite toxic and overprotective and catches reader hanging out with the pogues and gets really angry and manipulates her into not hanging w themm

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x sister!reader

Warnings: not proofread, Rafe being overprotective/toxic, manipulation, mentions of stealing/betrayal, Rafe tracking readers phone, weed consumption

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Rafe was pacing in the hall by the front door, impatiently waiting for you to come home. He glances at the clock, noting how you're 30 minutes past your actual curfew.

You've begun to change since you started hanging out with the pogues and Rafe just doesn't understand what has gotten into you, getting all mouthy with him and your dad, coming home late, going to more keg parties and getting drunk, and the worst is that you're becoming too comfortable with JJ.

Rafe wanted to knock some sense into you and the last straw for him was when Wheezie told him that she saw how you helped John B get the scuba gear from the family boat.

He was really trying to be understanding, thinking that your rebelling is just a phase, that you would come back to your senses and realize how bad the pogues are for you but boy...he was so wrong.

Like, testing our boundaries is one thing, stealing and betraying your family is another, and Rafe had enough of your behavior.

Another 30 minutes pass and you're still not home. With a groan, Rafe grabs his keys and phone, opening the tracking app that he secretly installed in your phone for situations like this. He's just protecting you, right?

Tapping onto your contact the red pin appears soon, revealing your location and he storms out of the house to his truck.

Meanwhile, you were chilling in the hammock of the Chateau with JJ laying next to you, using his arm as a pillow as you both share a blunt.

You giggle at something JJ said, your head snapping up when you hear a car door being slammed shut followed by your name being called out loudly, you're rolling your eyes as you see Rafe marching his way over to you.

"Here we go." JJ sighs.

You get up from the hammock, meeting him halfway and notice how he's visibly fuming, his fist clenching at his sides.

"What do you think you're doing here, huh?" He asks, glaring down at you. "You should have been home an hour ago."

"And?" You simply shrug before adding. "You're not my dad."

Rafe clenches his jaw. "No, I'm not dad, but I'm your brother and it's my responsibility to take care of you and protect you. So, you better get your ass in the car or I'll drag you there myself."

You look up at him defiantly for a moment, opening your mouth to protest but couldn't get a word out when Rafe suddenly grabs your upper arm, pulling you with him.

Rafe turns back to face JJ for a second, seething. "If I see any of you pricks near my sister again I swear I'll kill you."

With that he turns back to make his way back to his truck with you stumbling beside him, trying to keep up with his large strides.

"Rafe- stop, you're-" You wince and he just grips your arm tighter as he reaches the passenger side, opening the door he shoves you inside and slams it shut again.

He gets into the driver's side and starts the engine while breathing heavily in anger, glancing at you one last time he starts driving.

The drive to Tannyhill is silent, you being high as a kite and Rafe gripping the steering wheel tightly as he stares ahead at the road.

The car comes to a stop and you're about to get out when the child's lock clicks loudly, turning your head to meet Rafe's judging gaze.

"You're not a pogue, Y/n. You're a kook and you should behave like it." He starts scolding you, ignoring the way you cross your arms with a roll of your eyes. "Listen, you may hate me for the things I do but I'm not the one who steals from his own family and says shit behind your backs. I mean, how could you betray us? Your family, who loves you and cares about you. You act like one of them when you're not. Don't you realize what path you're choosing to go right now?"

"You-" you try to argue but Rafe is having none of that.

"No, zip it. This isn't about me, it's about you. Did you know that Dad is thinking about sending you to Kitty Hawk?" He says, suppressing the smirk when you uncross your arms, your eyes wide. "Yeah, he only didn't already 'cause I talked him out of it. Me, your brother."

Now you look down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands at the mention of your dad actually thinking of sending you away to that camp for troubled teens.

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Don't you see that they're a bad influence? You have gotten nothing but problems since getting involved with them. If you keep that shit up it won't take long before you end up in prison or worse."

You start to sniffle, reaching a hand up to wipe the tears of your cheek. "I don't want to go there...I'm sorry, Rafe."

"Then start acting like it, I can't save your ass forever." He states, unlocking the car doors again he climbs out and you follow suit.

You walk behind your brother up to the front door when he spins around to you again, seeing the way you have your arms wrapped around yourself.

"C'mere." He says with a softer tone, pulling you into a hug he smirks at the way you instantly hold onto him. "I got you. I'll always be there to look out for you, sis."

The fact that Ward never even mentioned anything of Kitty Hawk and that Rafe just used that to scare you and get you back in line doesn't has him feeling guilty in the slightest. He's just protecting you after all.

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For Rafe:

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[honestlywtfisgoingon]

tbh i kinda hate when ppl portray nanami as this uptight, vanilla, humorless businessman. just bc he fits the look does not mean that’s his personality at all. in fact, it’s the total opposite.

-HATES work, hated businessman life

-took that job only bc he couldn’t handle the death in the jujutsu world, meaning he’s actually a v compassionate man who cares abt the ppl around him.

-even when he tried to focus on just making money, he just couldn’t live his life so empty and without relationships

-values efficiency yes, but he prefers to do the BARE MINIMUM to get there

-he’s the heaviest drinker lmao. i don’t think he gets super drunk but he definitely has a looser/fun side

-besties w haibara who was such a playful sunshine boy

-loves to be around goofy ppl in general (haibara, ino, yuuji)

-totally has a sense of humor but its probably mostly sarcastic, the kind where you keep a straight face and don’t actually laugh out loud (i do this and apparently ppl didn’t get that i was being sarcastic bc i didn’t laugh or smile w it so uh yeah)

-this bitch had an emo phase let’s see that listening history mr. nanami.

-yeah he’d call you darling and sweetheart and do old-school romantic stuff but he’s def not vanilla

-this is a man of culture, he likes trying new things!!

-also he’s a foodie, perhaps wants to try licking a meal off you sometime

-yeah yeah he’s wearing a suit and always looks so put together but that suit has a goddamn polka-dot/cheetah tie.

-we see a serious side of him a lot but that’s either bc he’s w gojo and he’s annoyed, or bc he’s trying to set an example for the younger ppl he’s in charge of simply bc he cares. (also my theory abt him just being sarcastic and not laughing out loud)

-follows rules and regulations, but so do most ppl, it’s not like he’s uptight. he’s not the rebel type and probably doesn’t want to waste his energy trying to defy them. could also just see them as the best way to protect ppl bc that’s what’s important to him.

obv he’s still a v serious and put together character, but i think that’s just the very surface that we’ve been able to see. fight me or ask me to prove it and i will lmao

[luvbinnies]

~love on the radio... park wonbin smau series

☆ Keeho a famous influencer wants to make his radio talk show view ratings sky rocket. So what does he do, he invites two of his kpop idol friends from school to join to do a segment with him. But he had no idea the two used to rivals back in their school days. He also had no idea them bickering for half an hour would absolutely blow up and cause fans to start shipping them.

What does he do with that? He convinces (begs) them to become permanent hosts on the show and to continue to flirt (bicker) with each other. What can go wrong?

☆ pairing: idol!wonbin x gn!idol!reader

☆ genre: idol au, middle school rivals to strangers to ...?, fluff, humor, angst, slowburn lol (my fav <3).

☆ warnings: swearing, kys jokes (a lot), my attempt at being funny. will add for every chapter. i use some faceless photo's off Pinterest for reader, which aren't the most inclusive. also this is not an accurate depiction of the irl idols this is pure fiction

☆ note: keeho isn't an idol in the fic, he's also an sm drop out, there's a bunch of other idols (mainly from sm and hybe). the group yn is in is co-ed cuz i want to keep it gn!reader. first smau on this blog plz be nice, i'll update as much as i can <3

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★ minisode. zero - profiles. / profiles..

minisode. one - meep mop

minisode. two - neighborhood friendly ceo

minisode. three - fellow younglings

minisode. four - rebelling against sm phase

minisode. five - incomplete love story

minisode. six - lowkey crazy cool

minisode. seven - ruined being 12 and thriving

minisode. eight - photosynthesis

minisode. nine - no just no

minisode. ten - #wonyn

minisode. eleven - sound proof walls

minisode. twelve - deep caca poop

minisode. thirteen - I’m just a pookie

minisode. fourteen - there is a noise

minisode. fifteen - I have my sources

minisode. sixteen - middle school insults

minisode. seventeen - tie a tie wikihow

minisode. eigthteen - main slayer

minisode. nineteen - grow some big boy ballz

minisode. twenty - anti aespa era

minisode. twenty-one - late nights lol

minisode. twenty-two - go with the flow

minisode. twenty-three - sugar

[baby-alien11]

being the good girl dating Ethan Morales

Since the beggining of high school, well even before that, you were known as the girl who never got in trouble, got good grades and never went to parties, you were always invited, but never attended due to being occupied with school

You use to hang out with Devi, Eleanor and Fabiola because they were nice and study hang outs were always fun

Because of your personality and calmed aura, everyone expected you to date someone similar to you

So, when at the beggining of senior year you and Ethan Morales entered the school holding hands, everyone lost their minds, even the teachers

Theories started to fload almost inmediatly, some said that he lost a bet, others that it was a joke, some that you entered your rebel phase

But in reality, everything was real

Things started during summer when the both of you encounter at a night at a 7/11 where you went to get some snacks for the week, Ethan was there but getting some beers with his fake id

Unfortunately that night, you somehow forgot to take your wallet with you, and in a weird turn of events Ethan who was behind you in the line, pay for your snacks

"So, what's the princess doing this late out of her castle?", Ethan asked before you could leave, "What happened to the guardian dragons?"

"They are out of town", you responded knowing that he was refering to your parents, "And don't call my parents that"

"That doesn't respond my first question"

"I run out of my secret snacks and didn't want to wait until tomorrow"

"In that case, let me see what I just pay"

Without asking for permition, Ethan just started to dig into the bag until he pulled out a package of Sour Patch Kids

"Those are my favourites", you shrugged

"Mines too", Ethan smiled

In response, you also smiled feeling comfortable with him

That was the beggining of a friendship that evolute to a relationship

Even if the school found the relationship weird, you and Ethan were happy with each other

Thanks to you, he started to get better notes at school

And your spanish got better thanks to him

Heaven by Julia Michaels was your official relationship song

If someone ever think of messing with you, the next day or even sooner, the person will have something damaged

While you liked to wear some of his clothes like sweatshirts, frannels or shirts, he liked to wear your scrunchies and hair ties, your accesories like necklaces, bracelets and even some of your earings

Surprisingly, your parents loved him

At first they weren't so sure about the whole thing because of his bad boy look, but after seeing how happy both of you were, they started to accept it

Even if your parents kinda like him, both of you liked when they weren't in town because that meant Ethan spent all of that time in your house

Sex with him was amazing, and got better every single time

When your birthday arrived, he gifted you a Sour Patch plushie that somehow found online

You found that so sweet because it represented the first interaction between you two

He was the kind of guy that would do anything for you, even if it includes let you do a skin care routine on him or watch your favorite show or movie, doesn't matter how corny it is

[kacievvbbbb]

You do get the sense that the fallout of Roger's death and the Roger pirates disbanding not so much traumatized Buggy and Shanks indifferent ways but instead generated such drastically different reactions to the trauma.

While the trauma of everything seemed to push Shanks into the future, always constantly waiting for something, putting plans on hold and then later in place, for this great moment, this great coming that he sees on the Horizon. For Buggy it rooted him firmly in the past keeping him trapped in this grief masquerading as anger.

While Roger's death forced Shanks to grow up fast, it kind of arrested Buggy's development keeping him stuck in those same feelings, rooted int that same place.

You get the sense that Buggy's whole east blue schtick is just one long overdue rebellious phase one big fuck you to Roger and his ideals. He's rebelling against Roger's principles. One of their rules was don't steal from innocent people and Buggy was keeping a whole town in poverty. If Roger and Luffy's pirating styles are diametrically opposed to someone like Blackbeard, who might be the most literal pirate in the entire series, then buggy is the parody of that Blackbeard piratism. He is playing up cruelty, being the most piratey pirate possible, hell he's literally a clown on a stage. It's all a show! It's his own special way of trying to "get back at Roger" of trying to discard everything Roger taught him for this overacted, over exaggerated clownish cruelty. Mentally he never left that execution square. He is still 15, alone and scared.

Hell he literally never left either, while I'm pretty sure Shanks' booked it out of the east blue as fast as he could, Buggy never lef, might have never left, if not for Luffy. It's part of why Luffy bothers him so much, he's just like Roger everything that Buggy is trying hard to forget and here comes this kid, whose never even met the Captain but is wearing his hat, shoving it right back in his face.

It makes sense that he never leaves the east blue till Luffy literally forces him out of it (fucking with Luffy gets him captured and imprisoned) and it makes sense that it's Luffy that literally breaks him out of prison, literally sets him free, and on the path to greatness that maybe he was always meant to achieve (even if he trips his way into it). This boy that is tragically so much like his old captain but so beautifully unabashedly himself, is what Buggy needs to start letting go off the past, to start trying to move forward.

Maybe that's why Buggy, at what could arguably be described as his lowest moment, gets the strength to free himself from his own self imprisonment, realizing that even back then he was locking himself away and pinning his own dreams on Shanks. And, maybe for the first time ever, Buggy really own his dream. He declares to his tormentors and his crew and the entire world that; actually He wants to find the one piece, him, as captain of his own crew, this crew, not just a part of someone else's. That's his dream and he's willing to turn the world upside down to do it.

[heywardsdoll]

you're in your rebel phase, sneaking out with a skittish expression on your face, nails painted bright pink instead of the nude color your parents tell you to settle on.

you have pink gems stuck on your cheeks, and rosy glossy lipgloss slathered on your lips. you're ready to party. or at least what you call partying.

as a kook, there are some things you are entitled to, but your parents always tried to hide you from that. no, there was no partying in your house hold. there was studying, staying out of trouble, sucking up to people and being a good girl.

you took it from the pogues. you loved the way they lived, and you saw it all when you had a small cross over project with a boy called pope. he lived on the other side of the island, and as the two of you worked on the project you met the freest boys you had ever seen.

you liked the way john b would laugh, cascading brown curls wet from the salty water, that clear look on his face. you liked the way that jj would tease—a clear jeering expression on his face. you especially liked seeing sweet suprise on pope's face when you joined onto their little pranks. it was a sweet way to spend the summer but before you knew it, it was gone and you were stuck in your parents house staring at the walls.

it was strange seeing them live like that. laughter pure, bouncing around the room, beers cooling in the fridge, and loud thumps coming from the rooms. god knew what was going on, but the frozen pizza in the fridge was good, and more importantly the sweet look on pope's face made you flush.

pope had given you a sorry shrug before you leading to the table. and before the project ended; jj, a labrador friendly boy had told you to lighten up. afterwards he had shotgunned a beer, and then tried to do a flip—and failed leading to pope rolling his eyes but that was besides the point.

that's what you were here to do, as the lights shone down on you. drinks were being served, as you floated over to the bar. you fluttered your eyelashes to the bartender, watching them jeer at you.

"can i have a spicy watermelon bomb margarita," you giggled out, the name sounding so foreign on your lips. the bartender gave you a bored look before nodding. so the night is young, and you feel your lips curve as you tilt your head up to look at the disco ball. this is the best place to party apparently, but it feels to stuffy for your own good.

you feel gum on your shoe, and your drink is too cold to handle. the music is too loud, and the dress you have on is cutting your circulation. everything is booming, so loud you can barely handle yourself.

but you have to get used to it, and like a small favor to yourself you pop in noise canceling headphones, and take a long sip from your fruity cocktail.

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three drinks in and you've danced more than you have your whole life. more embarrassingly, someone had asked you for a dancing move and you had proceeded to awkwardly bop to the music. the guy had laughed and then went ahead and ignored you. you were completely out of your element, as guys jeered over your head.

"you're really hot," a boy slurred, crawling closer to you, "i like your outfit, you look like a hot librarian"

you knew it was a bad idea to layer an old cargidan over your tight dress, but somehow it made you feel more at home than anything else. but you've learned to take a compliment, so you forced yourself to try and not step away from his sour breath.

you ball your fists, touching the ends of your beige cardigan, wincing before giving a forced smile, "thank you?"

he laughs, a booming sound that makes you flinch, "sure thing." and then he looks at you again, almost appreciatively, "how about you and i go upstairs?"

you blink at him, slowly, your doe eyes wide. you don't know what this means, but it makes you shiver. something about going upstairs scares you, so you shake your head and then run away only to be stopped by another guy.

"hey?"

it's pope heyward. you had never been so happy to see a familiar face, and yet this boy's face makes you light up. it was almost as if the whole summer flashed before your eyes, and you grab pope's hand with a sweet smile.

"hi pope," you whisper out, and he gave you a confused look before nodding at the scene. you tried not to giggle at his expression as he's trying to decipher why you were here.

he coughs, "i thought you were working at the library right now?" he winces when he watches you practically wilt at the comment. you had tired so hard to try something new, to be someone new, but it's clear you don't belong here.

"am i crazy doing this?" you mewl softly, rubbing the glitter under your eyes. you watch his soft eyes follow your furious movement, before he gently stops you. his fingers stop you from your rubbing, and he only blow away the remandits of the glitter.

you're dumstruck watching him. he's so...pope.

pope sighs, "well, i never thought i'd see you here—" then he quickly stops himself, "shit, i don't mean it's bad, it's just that—" then he stops speaking to look away. you laugh now, and you realise this isn't his place either. finally you find yourself being the brave person, the one that goes for challenges.

"c'mon dance with me," you whisper out, and you swear pope smiles brighter than you've ever seen him.

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BURROW FAMILY

The knife was dropped on the wooden board with force, she sighed tiredly, squeezed her eyes tightly, wondering if that was really real, but the crying on the second floor and the baby monitor confirmed it.

Amanda washed her hands, leaving the unfinished dinner in the kitchen and hurriedly went upstairs with her strategic spare bottle.

Only then did she realize that she might have hurt her fingers with the knife, she quickly looked at her hand and saw that there was no blood, so he was probably fine.She arrived at her youngest son's room with his little brother.

-Peter, come see what the fuss is about, you're being a good big brother. She smiled at the boy who hurried to find a toy for his little brother to try to calm down.

-Mommy, why is this boy crying so much?It was the firstborn's turn to appear, as always, complaining.

-I don't know, honey, but since you're already 9 years old, how about helping Mommy and doing some research on Google? She suggests, picking up the baby and trying to make him stop.

-He's annoying. - The boy walks away, returning to his room.

-Okay, Gunner, your brother loves you too. - She sighs, trying to make the youngest one take the bottle at once.

-Mommy, why does he always drink milk with that powder? - Gunner takes the opportunity to ask, and only then does Amanda realize that she needs to shake the bottle more since all the powder has settled at the bottom.

-Your brother is sick, and the more he drinks this, the better he gets - she tries to explain.

Dealing with everyone's curiosity has been difficult, she doesn't know how to say it.

-Ash, honey, can you get your brother's blanket for me? I think he's cold. - Amanda calls to the girl, who appeared at the bedroom door with a doll and some of her jewelry hanging from her neck and ears.

-You look so pretty, my love.- Amanda is surprised by the girl's face smeared with mascara and her expensive lipstick.

-If he were a girl, I would get him, but he's a boy, boys are silly. - She leaves, stomping her foot.

Amanda sighs. The only time everyone decides to be disobedient is when she's holding him in her arms. The older ones are jealous of the younger one, and rightly so. For over a year, they haven't talked about anything else except what Ben is feeling, what Ben needs, if Ben went to the doctor, how Ben woke up. Ever since the complications started, even before he was born, the children started to rebel.

Gunner stays quiet in his room, plays the little his father allows him, studies and is responsible for teasing everyone. On rare occasions, he manages to hug his parents and siblings and live normally. Ashley, at 7 years old, is leaving her princess phase and entering what she calls her diva era. Now the girl alternates between ripping her dolls' clothes and going to her mother's closet to try to grab something within her reach, which rarely happens, leaving only the makeup on the sink, which Amanda still doesn't know how to get to. Peter always appears when the subject is his younger brother. Amanda thought he felt some special closeness, since he was barely three years old. That is until she discovered that he was just desperately trying to shut up his younger brother, so he could go back to the comics that he doesn't understand at all. He just laughs at the pictures and then throws them away. -Gunner, can you get your brother's blanket for me? - Amanda goes to the door to make it easier for him to hear her, without taking Ben's bottle away. She knows what's going to happen.

-I can't, I'm watching a live stream - The boy shouts, irritating Amanda.

-Of course, because the live stream is more important than helping your mother cover your cold brother - She snorts tiredly.

-That's right -The boy retorts.

Ben ended up spitting out the milk, making her quickly pull the bottle away and do some juggling to make sure he didn't choke or drop the bottle.

Only then did she realize something: his skin, despite the goosebumps, was hot, which could only mean one thing: another fever.

After the chaos of the afternoon, Joe came home from training at night, when everything was under control, Peter was calmly watching TV, Ash had taken a shower and had his hair properly combed, Gunner was in a good mood, since he found a candy in the fridge, and not forgetting Ben who, after a call with the pediatrician, managed to control Amanda's fever without needing medication.

-How did they behave today, General? -Joe salutes Amanda.

-Gunner was the worst, I think you need to have a little talk with him, Ash continues to act like daddy’s little princess and Peter, thank God, I only hear his laughter when he’s watching comics or TV. - She explains, finishing collecting the children’s plates, while Gunner helps to tidy everything up.

Joe signals for her to come closer, stealing a kiss and earning a grimace from her.

-How’s Ben? He asks quietly, already aware of the commotion that occurs when someone asks about the boy.

-He has a little fever. She also speaks quietly, glancing back. Gunner is distracted, putting everything in the dishwasher.

-I’m going to take a shower and see how he’s doing. - Joe approaches to try to hug her, but Amanda is quick to pull away.

He just scratched the back of his neck, not knowing what to do. It's not the first time she's run away from him or acted harshly. He knows that everything has been difficult, but he doesn't know how to help solve everything, whether it's the children's mood, Ben's health or their marriage.

The truth is that Amanda has always been rational and practical, unlike Joe, who was too sentimental and romantic. The last time he saw his wife guided by passion and emotion was when he proposed to her and it didn't take long for them to get married.

Ben sleeps like an angel in his crib. Joe took the opportunity to gently caress his little hand.

Eating in silence has become a routine. Amanda insists that the children eat early so they can go to bed early, which gives Joe little time with them. He only spends his free time when he tries to do something with everyone. Most nights are like this, with him at an empty table, Amanda on the phone eating a salad.

-How long are you going to follow this crazy diet? He starts a conversation.

-It's healthy, I'll follow it until the nutritionist changes it. -She answers without looking at him.

-I said I just wanted to get your body back, you're already much thinner than before...Joe is cut off.

-That's your opinion.She ends the subject.

Joe simply doesn't see any way to talk to her.

-I only care if you're healthy.

-She's trained to tell me to eat things that will make me healthy, so yes. - Joe decides to change the subject.

-Did you see that the new season of Ru Paul is coming out?

-So what?She continues to ignore him.

-Well, we always watched it at night and... Joe is cut off again.

-I don’t have time for this. - She quickly gets up.

In a few minutes, she washed what was in front of her, put some things away and went upstairs completely automatically. Watching the drag show was their time to relax, laugh, cry, but do something that was definitely just theirs. But since the problems with Ben, it was yet another thing that had changed.

The next night, after a busy day, the children’s dinner is too chaotic.

-It’s your fault he’s a boy, I don’t like you. -Ash pouts and turns his face to Amanda, who takes a deep breath.

-Honey, I’m going to teach you something called biology, okay, remember that. If your brother is a boy, it’s your father’s fault. - Amanda smiles at the girl.

Ash went from angry to confused in minutes, her face changed, the girl felt betrayed by her father, in a jump she jumped out of the chair and started running and screaming around the house.

-I hate you, daddy

The phrase echoes in every corner, while she spins from one side to the other until Joe arrives and hears that.

-Why does daddy's little princess hate me? He asks the girl offended.

The girl with blond curls stamped her foot and was firm.

-Ben is a boy and it's your fault, I hate you, mommy told me everything - She says indignantly.

Joe had to hold himself back from laughing at her trying to confront him.

-Don't be like that, we can give you a little sister

-Can you? She seems to calm down.

-Yes, mommy doesn't want one -Joe finishes.

At the same time, Ashley went to Amanda who holds herself back from cursing Joe.

-Mommy, I want a little sister. Her name will be Jasmine. She has to be a redhead. The girl demands.

-That's great, honey. We have two options: we adopt or your dad finds another mother for your sister. What do you think? - Amanda responds, irritated by the subject.

Ashley blinks slowly, thinking about what she heard. Meanwhile, Joe is busy messing up Peter's hair, who is trying to finish eating.

Ashley quickly opens her mouth and starts to cry. The girl's face turns red. She tilts her head back and her mouth is wide open, intensifying her crying.

-Daughter, you don't have to cry about this - Amanda asks.

-Ben cries all the time for nothing. I have a reason. - She says with some difficulty.

Amanda gets up, going to the fridge and getting a

-Stop crying, eat some chocolate, you love chocolate - The girl slaps her hand.

-Ash, mommy was playing - Joe tries to explain, only then does Amanda realize why she is crying.

-I hate you, you're going to find us another mommy and you didn't give me a sister -She says again.

Joe sighs heavily, sitting on the floor to be closer to her.

-Ashley, your mommy was playing with you, you don't have another mommy and you can't control whether your siblings are boys or girls, we all know that Gunner would look much better in a dress and a bow - Joe jokes, earning a grimace from the older boy.

-Promise me you won't have another mommy? - She wipes her face, looking at him with fear awaiting his answer.

-I promise

But Ashley didn't believe it.

When she understood the reason for her crying, Amanda thought about divorce for the first time. That gave her two thoughts: the first was what her life would be like without Joe, and the second was how difficult it would be for them.

Joe and Amanda had to go to Ashley's room together to put her to bed, since she was still scared.

-You don't have to think about those things, you hear me? - Amanda said to the girl sitting on the bed, her eyes still red.

-Do you promise? - She asked. Amanda could hear the fear in the girl's voice.

She didn't know how to answer that, or maybe she just didn't have the strength to do so. She decided to hug her.

-I love you.Amanda kissed her forehead, and she smiled shyly.

-I took your Snow White blanket, I don't want to see Daddy's little princess crying over nothing anymore. Joe appears, opens the blanket and covers her, leaving a kiss on her cheek just as an excuse to tickle her.

He then hugs Amanda's neck, who is sitting on the edge of the bed.

-I want you to know that Daddy loves Mommy and won't leave her and she won't leave me either, because we love each other, we've known each other since Peter was old and I've always been proudly her soulmate and she's mine, soulmates don't live apart, because if they do they get so sad that they end up dying, you know?  Joe questions the girl who denies it.

-So you can never be apart - The girl deduces.

-That’s right, if not, daddy will die of sadness, I love your mother so much, that’s why, daughter, don’t worry, I’ll never leave her, you hear me?  Joe’s words, while he rocks her in this boat, seem to run through her mind.

-Isn’t that right, honey? He asks her.

-Yeah - Amanda agrees, a little out of it.

Ashley went to sleep peacefully, while Amanda and Joe are still confused.

-I shouldn’t have said that, she’ll keep bugging me - Amanda reminds him.

-It’ll be nice to have another girl.

-Joe, I don’t want any more children, I think we’ve had enough a long time ago, especially after Ben, I can’t bear to go through that again. Amanda is sincere, leaving her cream on the sink and looking at him.

-Okay, no problem, I just imagined it, it was really hard for all of us, I know it’s been even harder for you. He agrees.

-We all suffered equally, the children felt it, you felt it, Ben felt it - She states, she hates the narrative of being weak or showing how much it affected her regardless of the situation.

-That’s why I thought about a surrogate mother, she’ll have our DNA, but someone else will have the child - Joe replies.

Amanda stopped everything she was doing.

-You understand that I said I don’t want any more children, it’s not just that part, it involves raising the child too.

-And Ashley, she’ll grow up in a house with so many boys, with no one to play with, to keep her company, that’s horrible, even more so when there are going to be three boys, I had brothers and you did, you know how important and good it is.

-Exactly, she already has brothers, they’ll be great company for her - Amanda insists.

-I just think we can talk about it later, calmly, think about the idea, it’s just an idea.

Amanda just ignored him.

-We have a big, happy family. Another child would be welcomed and loved, I'm sure. - Just like Ben? She asks him as she leaves the bathroom. -It's just siblings' annoyance. Tell me, whether your siblings are younger or older, they've never said they hate you? - Joe asks her. -We have plenty of rooms in the house. We have space, we have time, we have money, we're young and we have love to give. What's the problem? - Joe sits down next to Amanda on the bed, making it impossible for her to lie down and ignore him. -Have you ever thought about what would happen if our marriage ended? She asks him impulsively. Joe's eyes widened. -It wouldn't be fair to them. The room quickly became agitated. -Why should I think about that? It doesn't make any sense. - He stares at her.

-This divorce thing doesn't exist, you heard me, it doesn't exist, forget what Ashley said, my love, she was just scared, there's no reason to think about it - he gave a weak smile and got up.

But the following days were strange, especially for Joe.

He woke up in the middle of the night, with her fiddling with something, he threw the blanket aside, seeing Amanda already with a bag.

-What's wrong? He sighs trying to wake up.

-Ben has a high fever, I'm going to take him to the doctor - she says, going to the door to leave the room.

Joe gets up quickly.

-Wait a minute, I'll go with you

Amanda huffs irritably, turning to her husband.

-There's no point in both of you going, if I'm already going, stay home - Amanda leaves the room slamming the door.

Joe ran his hands through his hair, not knowing what else to do. The hours passed and he couldn't sleep a wink. He went to check if the others were okay. He called Amanda to try to find out something, but the calls ended. He went to the living room, where he didn't notice what time he ended up hanging up.

In the morning, he woke up to the excitement of the children. Seeing that she had arrived, Peter went to him on the couch to give his father a little hug. Joe decided to go see Ben, who was awake and a little agitated, since he was now eight months old and learning to crawl. That's why the bedroom door had gained extra protection.

He decided to go get ready, since he had training and had no excuse not to go, but when he got to the kitchen, he decided to rethink things.

-You know, I think we should hire a nanny. It would be good to have someone who can always be around, sharing the work. If I could, you know, I would spend the day here with you, but... - He gives the idea when he sees Amanda with her eyes a little purple, probably from tiredness.

-Do you think I’m so incapable that I can’t take care of them? She takes it as a provocation.

-I think everyone needs to help to make things easier, I can see that all of this has been heavy for you and I don’t want you to be overwhelmed with any of this, I don’t know if you don’t want a babysitter, we can call my parents, your parents, I don’t think they’ll mind spending time with their grandchildren - Joe tries to fix it.

-They’re our responsibility, I can’t make other people come here, put their lives on hold, because of our decisions, that’s ridiculous - Joe realizes that the conversation isn’t going to get anywhere.

-I think the night was hectic, I’m going to take the kids to class, who wants to go to class with daddy? - He gets their attention and they quickly perk up.

-Joe, go to your training, you're going to be late, you know I take them every day - Amanda asks.

-You know I'm not late, I'll take them and go straight to training, in the meantime you stay here with Peter and Ben - Joe tries to change the routine, seeing that she's not in the best shape to drive by the tired look on her face.

Joe went upstairs, going to get his training equipment and when he came back to his surprise, they had already left.

Amanda didn't need much to realize that it really wasn't the best option to drive, right now with the sun still weak at 7 in the morning and everything too still, but luckily everyone arrived safely, she took the opportunity to stop at a coffee shop and get a coffee to try to stay awake, but it was definitely not the best idea.

They have known each other forever, their parents are friends. After so many years as inseparable friends in their teens, their neighbors, friends, uncles and brothers started saying that they would end up getting married and that in fact, they had always been in love with each other, which made them both very stressed.

They did the same thing when they were 15, they started pretending to hate each other and getting involved with other people to shut everyone up, until they were 17 and Joe said he was going to move to the capital. There was no way to put it off and just accept it. They really liked each other a lot. They didn't date for long, until they decided to get married and give in to their love.

-Well, now that the kids are getting older, you must be dying to start living your own life, right? You were so young when you decided to get married, you were only 18 - A neighbor of Joe's parents was there.

-Now you can have a nanny or put them in various complementary activities and you can have a hobby, maybe even a job, but I think that with your age and lack of experience, it will be difficult 

Amanda felt the glass start to warm her hand, she just watched the lady more like a robot.

-You know, you need to live individually, like something that is only yours, he must love having total control over you, even financially, but that will not be good for your future

The words run through Amanda's already empty and silent mind, who just wanted to sleep.

-Being a trophy wife is amazing, but what comes next? Everyone always criticizes feminists, but if they get divorced, they will have a good structure to start over and normally, they do not hide completely behind the man, they usually have a voice

-Amanda dear, I think you need to start living your life and think about yourself a little" the worried tone makes her wake up.

-Thank you. She said and left in a hurry.

The conversation kept popping in her mind all day, leaving her distracted from everything. She finally began to ask herself what she likes and what she doesn't like. She doesn't know if she likes swimming, running, playing tennis, she doesn't know if she prefers comedy, cooking, horror shows, she doesn't know if she really likes the clothes in her closet or if they're just what she bought because they were appropriate for a mother.

And it was in the midst of so many thoughts and sleep that she didn't notice Peter climbing over the pool railing, she ran to the boy before he ended up hurting himself and falling, either on the floor or in the water.

-Peter, what did I say? It's to sunbathe. You two need to sunbathe, nothing more. She said harshly, returning the boy to the lounge chair.

The afternoon passed and with it the beginning of the night. Amanda began to feel something strange. She walked around the house, lost, without knowing where the feeling came from, until a flash in her mind made her forget Gunner and Ashley at school.

For the first time, Gunner preferred to stay quiet and silent. He didn't want to distract his mother from driving, not after she ran a red light and drove the wrong way.

Joe was informed of what had happened and decided to make a decision.

-Amanda, I'm going to the pharmacy. Do you need anything? He watched her but was speechless.

Since the answer in action was to crack an egg in the sink instead of in the frying pan on the stove.

Joe only needed one thing, a sleeping pill good enough to keep her out for the next few hours.

He poured it into her glass without her seeing and waited for her to drink it.

The medicine didn't take long to take effect, with Amanda passing out in the living room, he cautiously went upstairs with her in his arms and took care of the rest, including something she would hate.

She woke up the next day without knowing where she was, but for the first time in a long time, rested, she looked at the clock and got scared, but Joe tried to calm her down.

-I've already taken care of everything, I'm almost going to training, but first I need to talk to you - He asked.

Amanda just agreed, still dazed, running her hand over her face to try to truly wake up.

-Yesterday you almost crashed the car with you, Ashley and Gunner countless times, that's because I don't know what happened in the morning, if you don't want to accept help from anyone with a good heart, you're going to have to be forced

-Because I can't believe you think it's normal, to forget them at school two hours late or to drive out of control or to let a frying pan catch fire, while the food ends up in the sink, just for pride, who told you that you need to handle everything by yourself and that no one can ever help you? He questions her.

-I never said that, I had suggested a babysitter, but now we're going to do it differently, you have a week, either to talk to your parents, my parents, your brothers to come here or to choose a babysitter, if you keep putting your foot down and insisting on this madness, I'll go after the babysitter myself and make my rules with her - Amanda just listens.

-You're not taking care of anyone by doing this, you're putting everyone at risk, especially yourself. It won't kill you to let me spend the night with Ben. It also won't kill you if I take them to school sometimes. It seems like you don't like me being around them. Sometimes it seems like I'm your enemy. - Joe doesn't hide his discontent.

-I was trying to help you, but now I'm going to do it by force. I hid the car keys. You won't drive until you seem ready to do it. He warns.

-This is ridiculous. A lot happened yesterday. I'm fine now. Amanda defends herself.

-No, you're not. You need to rest your mind and body. You're not even eating because you're so determined that you need to lose too much weight. I found out that you haven't been to that nutritionist in months." Amanda is surprised.

-I don't know if you remember, but part of marriage is taking care of each other - he walks to the door.

-If you want to take a week's vacation somewhere, alone, take a friend, I don't know, go ahead, feel free, I just need you to rest and be well. He smiles as he leaves the room.

Joe and Amanda's wedding anniversary arrived and he made sure to celebrate by taking her out to dinner.

The waiter quickly grabbed a vase to decorate the table with flowers and left the menu with the two of them, Joe chattering the whole time, until Amanda had the courage to tell him everything she was feeling.

-Why didn't you tell me this before, we could have worked it out - he reminds her.

-I've been thinking a lot and I think it's good to have talked about it. Now I need some time for myself, without a shadow of a doubt, and I really think that our marriage is no longer a marriage. You know, I think we can separate and continue living in the same house, but living separately at first, so the children don't think it's so bad, and when they're older we can move out. I don't want it to be traumatic for them. Joe immediately cuts her off, surprised by what she said.

-Have you gone crazy? Are you saying you want to get a divorce on our 10th anniversary? I found out a few minutes ago what you were feeling, after I tried all kinds of approaches and only received your kicks and rudeness, and now you want me to applaud your request for divorce. Listen here, drink this wine, pull yourself together, no one here is going to get separated, they won't go through that, neither will you and I. - Joe turns the glass over, quickly filling another one and turning it over again.

-I need to find myself Joe, I need to find out what I like, what I want - He cuts me off again.

-You're in front of me talking crazy, I think you need therapy to figure that out, I think you need a spa too and a trip to calm down, you can spend a week, two, three, a month, if you want even a year getting to know the world, I'll take care of the kids, if you want to go back to see them that's fine, but we're not going to break up, there's no reason for that, I love you, you love me, you just need some time, if you want to open a store, open it, do whatever you want, it's okay, but we're not getting divorced - Joe says, visibly shaken by what he heard.

-Do you think this will help? - She doubts.

-I'll prove it will - He picks up the box with a gift for her, but stops halfway, putting his hand under his head, visibly shaken.

-Amanda, please don’t leave me, don’t kill me with the knife in our kitchen, I love you so much, I don’t know how to live without you, I don’t know how to describe how important you are to me, if I got where I am, it was because you were with me, supporting me and scolding me whenever I did something wrong on or off the field, if I don’t have you, I’m nothing, I won’t be able to live the rest of my life thinking that I lost you, don’t do this to me - Joe tries to control the tears on his face, since they are in public.

When a week passed and she hadn’t made any decision, when she arrived in Ben’s room after waking up, she came across her parents and sister.

Joe certainly didn’t want to offend her so much as to choose a nanny, but that surprised her.

The day was different, it was certainly good for Amanda, but at the same time reflective, her parents wanted to go pick up Gunner and Ashley, then buy some snacks on the way and spend some time with their grandchildren, while Amanda and Jade, her sister, were chatting with a huge tub of ice cream.

-I think our marriage is in crisis - She laments taking a good spoonful of ice cream.

-Marriage in crisis? Have you looked at Joseph? A marriage with him doesn't go into crisis - Her sister jokes.

-One day I was 18, I was excited to get married and I loved playing basketball, watching comedy series, learning French and the next day I suddenly wake up, I realize I have four children, a husband, I feel like I'm in a nightmare, I ask myself what I did in these ten years, what I really wanted, what was a dream and I see that nothing - Amanda vents.

-You need to take a vacation, go out, enjoy life a little, you have to know how to balance everything, just because you're married and have a ton of kids, doesn't mean you're dead and that's all it is, the worst kind of woman is the one who is limited to being a mother or a wife and no offense, you let yourself be limited to that Amanda agrees.

-That's always been my biggest fear, I love them, but I feel like I'm losing myself and wasting time, I could be experiencing so many things, but I preferred to stay locked up here

-The society we were born into makes us believe that this is the only good destiny for us women, you and all of us were raised to believe this, it's not your fault and you shouldn't feel guilty about wanting to experience different things

-Of course you have your day to day, but you can do something with the kids and then something with Joe and then the two of you can do something alone, it's good for each of you to have different things to do - Jade gives an idea.

-The problem is that I feel like I've lost my individuality and I don't know if I want to stay here, I don't know if I'll be able to just be myself and be comfortable with him - Amanda has some difficulty speaking.

-What do you mean? Jade's eyes widen.

-I stopped my life to do everything he wanted, I don't know if I know how to do anything beyond that, what he wants, I think I'm too weak, I should never have agreed to get married so early, I should have sorted out my life, done something I liked or at least failed trying, instead of letting everything get to this point - She laments.

-Listen here, you two really need to talk about this, but above all you need some time just for yourselves and to discover yourself, even if it means going to therapy, I'm going to stay here for a few days, Joe invited me and dad and mom too, so we'll help you, I'm sure, but don't give up, you don't need to give up your marriage to discover yourself, it can be very important for you to do this by giving you support and encouraging you - the two stand up and hug each other tightly.

The days were certainly calmer and the first thing their parents did was remind Joe and Amanda of the huge table they have, but they don't use it often. They end up sitting at the counter because it's quicker and more practical, but it keeps everyone away. The second thing was that there's no reason to have dinner separately and the third thing was how much lighter the house becomes and the children are happier when the adults aren't overwhelmed and fighting.

It seems that Amanda was able to see everything from a different perspective.

-Joe, I wanted to talk to you. I've thought about that subject. He is surprised and refuses to look at her, afraid of what she's going to say.

-What do you want to do?

-I think we need to go to couples therapy and we need to take the kids too, so they can learn to have a sense of brotherhood and see that Ben isn't to blame for everything. I think you need a day just for yourself too, just like me, we can choose a day for that. Every day is a family day and we take another day just for the two of us. I think I need an activity that I like and I need to occupy my mind with something different. It will be good for all of us. She gives a weak smile, and Joe, relieved, goes to her, hugs her tightly and throws her on the bed.

-Thank you - he says with a relieved voice, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

The two of them stayed there for a while thinking about everything, until Joe has the courage to speak.

-We need to learn to talk when something bothers us. Talking isn't fighting. We need that. It will do us a lot of good. We need to sit down and talk about the day, what we think, what we think, what we want, what one of us did that the other doesn't like. If we talk about everything, it will be okay - He takes her hand firmly.

Maybe the big change isn't necessarily taking something out of our lives, but changing our habits, and that's what Amanda is going to try.

[missyonmission]

NSFW - no minors - smut with plot - Part 1

Plot: Your relationship with Toji started on a high, the two of you madly in love with each other and the illusion that the dangerous life he was living, wouldn't stand a chance against your feelings for one another. But things changed after your pregnancy. From now on you didn't only have to take care of yourself in his absence but you needed to think about what's best for Megumi too.

You moved out of your shared apartment, trying to live a normal life and move on but sometimes he’d come home from a mission, caked in dry blood just to use your shower and for a quick stress relief. And tonight, Toji was knocking on your door again.

Warnings: deadbeat dad!Toji - Megumi's mom!Reader - slight mentions of blood and injuries - brief argument regarding Toji's life choices - pussy drunk Toji - body worship - oral (f) - edging - pussy slapping - overstimulation - fingering - squirting - dacryphilia - manhandling - talk about breeding and impregnation - unprotected sex - anal fingering - prone bone - doggy - choking

Word count: 5.891

Part 1 - Part 2

Since you were just a stupid college girl, you always had a thing for the bad guys, the walking red flags. They would stalk around campus, all high and mighty without a care in the world for others wellbeing… and looking incredibly hot while doing so. You thought you were edgy, the frat parties and hookups your way to rebel against the expectations and your parents.

It would surely just be a phase, right? You will get over it after college, find a nice man to marry and to have kids with, live in a boring looking suburb and have BBQs with the neighbors on the weekend. Life had other plans for you though when you met Toji.

You were stupidly stumbling down the walkway to the main street late at night, trying to get yourself a taxi home after attending some party. A few men catcalled you from behind but you didn't pay them much attention. At least not until they had you cornered against the wall of a building. You were scared but did everything in your power to stay strong and fight back, slapping one of them across the face. The man was about to hit you back but the blow never came when your savior and knight in shining armor, Fushiguro Toji, stepped in.

Toji looked menacing, the way he towered over everyone else with his broad shoulders and muscular build, the veins on his hand popping beautifully under the street light. He scared them away quickly and turned to you, looking you up and down with a quirked eyebrow before a smirk played itself across his features. Is that what love at first sight was all about?

He asked you money in exchange for the rescue to buy himself some beer and ramen and you promptly invited him for a shared meal, you never were one to shy away from handsome men. This night, you ended up in Toji's run down apartment, somehow stayed and never left.

Not even in a million years, would you have thought you'd find your perfect match in a man that, at least to everyone else, was even worse than those arrogant college boys. But with Toji…everything seemed so simple.

He was treating you like a princess outside the bedroom and fucked you like a beast when you were buried in the sheets. You two didn't have much and because of the nature of his ‘job’, if you could call it that, he was away a lot. You never cared about any of that. Not when your parents were disapproving, not when your friends started asking questions and not when you cried yourself to sleep thinking he was dead after going days on end without contact.

The time you spend with Toji was like living life at full speed, just the two of you against the world. Passionate love and intimate desires, both fully satisfied whenever you were together. When you discovered you're pregnant, things turned out for the better. Toji took some time off his work to attend to you during pregnancy, being so loving and caring that even he himself was surprised at times. And after you received Megumi, your small little family was happy and content.

That was, until Shiu was standing in your doorway one night, needing help with a job and pulled Toji right back into the mess that was his life.

From then on, he was always busy with work. Staying away for days on end, coming home with a few toys for Megumi and a raging hard on for you, to make up for the missed time. Mission after mission, for years. You loved him and it wasn't like you could blame him, you knew what kind of person Toji was and how he preferred to make his money and spend his time.

But Megumi kept asking about his father, when he'd return and if he loved him. It teared you apart every time he came into the bedroom crying about a nightmare where his father left him alone again. The arguments became frequent whenever Toji came home, before you two just stopped talking to each other all together and you just couldn't do this anymore. You had to think about what's best for you, what's best for Megumi…

You didn’t even stay in his apartment anymore, by this time you’d moved on. Well, kind of moved on… Of course he knew where to find you, he always did. Sometimes he’d come home to you from a mission, caked in dry blood just to use your shower and relieve some pent up anger and stress on you. You wanted to tell him ‘no’ and lock him out but you couldn't, trying to justify your acts because he was Megumi's father but in reality, you just loved him. You could try to deny it all you wanted but you were most truly and utterly in love with Toji, you were depending on him and the way he made your heart flutter and your stomach turn.

Right now, you are sitting on the couch watching some stupid movie on TV after putting Megumi to bed. Just lazing around in your pj's under a blanket, you didn't expect the knock on your front door this late. But you don't even need to hear his voice to already know who is standing in front of the door. At this time of night, it could only be one person.

“You there?” Toji calls out from the other side of the door.

You just roll your eyes, not moving from the couch. “Go. Away.” You want to scream at him but don't want to wake up Megumi, who was sleeping in his room at the end of the hallway.

He hears your annoyed voice and chuckles to himself, it is exactly how he expected you to react. He then begins to knock on the door harder, but still quiet enough to not cause Megumi to wake up. “I just need to take a shower, let me in.”

With a heavy sigh you stand up from the couch walking to the door but not opening up just yet. “You have your own apartment, Toji. Take a shower there.” Your voice sounds tired, exhausted by the fact that you know you are fighting a losing battle. You always give in to him, that's just how it is between you two. It's been months by now and still, every time he stands in front of your door, you let him in at some point.

He knows that you will open up, it is bound to happen. It always did, you will put up a fight and then let him in regardless. He sighed to himself and stood there for a moment, thinking. He didn't want to have to force himself in, that didn’t sit right with him since he didn’t want to wake up Megumi. After another few seconds, he speaks again. “Let me in, baby.”

You silently curse yourself for putting up with his bullshit again. You didn't want to look at him, knowing it would make you weak in the knees. He wasn't a good person, you both knew it and you promised to yourself that he wasn't going to drag you and Megumi down with him.

You sighed heavily again, clicking the lock and opening the door just a crack. “Don't wake up Megumi. And be quick.” You mumble before stepping away, knowing he would let himself in.

He smirks as the door opens, and walks in like he owned the place. His hands are shoved in his pocket as he walks past you, looking down at you with that smug face of his. "Yeah, yeah, I won't wake him up."

The smell of blood and whatever else he usually had on him wafts in the air as he passes you. Your eyes follow his every move, the way he walks around your apartment brings back memories of happier days. The awful smell mixed with his natural scent somehow makes you feel relaxed. It shouldn't be like that, but the apartment feels nicer with his presence.

He walks over to the bathroom, kicking off his boots and pulling off his shirt, throwing it on the floor without a second thought. When he walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, you start cleaning up immediately. You hear the shower running while taking his dirty clothes and throwing them into the washing machine. You bring his boots to the front door and put out some towels and new clothes for him, asking yourself why you even keep some of his stuff in the first place. The last thing you get is the first aid kit, knowing he probably would have wounds that needed to be cared for.

In the meantime Toji stands under the water as it runs down his body, the blood washing away from him as he is slowly losing himself in his thoughts. He thinks about the time when he could be with you anytime he wanted without any complaints. His gaze slowly lowers when he hears your footsteps getting closer, signaling that you were probably leaving some things right outside for him. A short scoff leaves his lips, but he couldn’t hide the small smile that forms on his face.

“Sit down, please.” You whisper quietly when he comes out of the bathroom, trying to avoid eye contact while busying yourself with the disinfectant. When he sits down on the couch next to you, you shuffle around a bit to gain better access to attend to his wounds.

“How bad are they this time?” Your eyes meet his with concern, slowly lifting up his shirt and scanning his body for injuries. You hate seeing him like this, all scratched up and wounded but at least he was alive.

He chuckles in amusement as he listens to your soft demeanor, he liked it when you went into caretaker mode just like this. Maybe deep down it was something he always liked and wanted more of because that’s just how you are. He leans back on the couch as you lift up his shirt, exposing his bare chest and torso which was covered in large scrapes and scratches. He shook his head. “Not too bad. I’ve had worse.”

You are cleaning his wounds gently and carefully. “I know or have you forgotten that time when-” You don't finish the sentence, your voice breaking slightly at the end. Just remembering that one incident where he came back from a mission with Shiu and almost died on your kitchen counter made you tear up. Hospitals were never an option when it came to this. You blink the tears away and try to focus on the task ahead.

Of course he notices the change in your voice and how it broke as you spoke, and he knew exactly where your head was. That one incident still stuck with both of you, it was the main reason why you’d left him in the first place. He’d nearly bled out in the kitchen right in front of you, and the sight had broken something between the two of you.

He reaches out with his hand to place it on your chin, gently forcing you to look at him. “Hey, don’t think about that. That’s in the past.”

With him looking at you like that, your lips are involuntarily trembling and all the emotions from that night, all the pain and anxiety rushes back into your head, clouding your every thought. You sniffle slightly when you push yourself up and off his chest, putting away the bandages.

“Yeah, but it's not. It's not in the past, isn't it?!” You almost sound accusing even though you know you don't have any right. He wasn't yours anymore, you weren't supposed to care but it seems impossible to hold back the frustration rising inside. “You still go out there every night and put your life in danger, not caring about me or your child being left behind in all this mess!” Your voice raises slightly before it breaks off when the tears, you couldn't hold back anymore, start to freely fall down your face.

He knows exactly where this is heading now, he sees the tears falling down your face and he knows what the rest of this conversation would be like. Even though he didn’t want this, he’d come to expect it. “I don’t do this because I want to!” He snaps back, grunting under his breath as he tries to keep his voice quiet so that he wouldn’t wake Megumi. “You think I want to do any of this? You think I want to come over every other night exhausted and bloody? This isn’t something I can just quit.”

“I know, Toji. I know who you are and I moved past the point of hoping for you to change. But-” You sound defeated, sniffling back the tears and wiping away the ones that had escaped with the sleeves of your sweatshirt. Looking up at him with broken, teary eyes. “It worked before, didn't it? Back when I was pregnant, you took time off and we were good. We were both happier, I know we were…” Your small hands are finding purchase on his chest, clutching at the material of his shirt desperately.

He hated seeing you like this, emotional and crying. He’d always avoided these kind of emotional conversations and this was exactly why. He’d much prefer fighting. He reaches out with one of his hands and grabs your arms, his rough, calloused fingers wrapping around your wrists while his gaze is fixated on yours. He lets out a small sigh of defeat. “That…” He trails off for a moment. “That was different.”

“Of course it was.” You whisper while removing yourself from him, instantly missing the warmth of his body against your own. “You can leave if you want to, or… I don't know…” You try to think of things to make him stay. You don't want to be alone, not right now. “You could stay? For Megumi, I mean. He's sleeping but- but do you want to see him?” Your eyes wander into the direction of Megumi's room.

He lets out another small huff before running a hand through his hair. He thought about just getting up and leaving, but after thinking it over for just a moment, he finds himself nodding. “Yeah… I’ll stay for a bit.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, a smirk appearing on his face as he looks over to Megumi’s room. “And I guess I could take a look at the little brat too.”

“Don't wake him up, please. He has had trouble sleeping since we moved here.” You know he would never intentionally wake Megumi up but you plead with him anyway because for Megumi, this wasn't easy as well. Moving to a new place, barely having his father around to care for him. He's little but not stupid, he knows your promises of his father coming to visit him some other time are a lie.

He raises an eyebrow at your pleas but nods anyway, reminding himself to keep the volume down. There is no denying it, he misses his kid. The times he was allowed to actually be around Megumi and you were the few times where he didn’t have to worry about work or his own problems.

When the two of you stand in front of Megumi's bedroom door, you just motion for Toji to quietly open it up. He slowly opens the door, a small creak breaking the silence of the room. His gaze falling over to the bed, seeing a small, messy mop of dark hair peering out from beneath the duvet.

He stands there, leaning against the doorframe and looking down at your son and you couldn't help yourself from standing next to him, your hands instinctively wrapping around his big arm and pressing more of your weight into him from the side, leaning against him.

He smirked to himself as you lean against him, feeling the warmth of your body. He looks down at you with a raised eyebrow for a moment before he turns his head back to Megumi, still peacefully sleeping.

“He's gotten big, hasn't he?” You chuckle as quietly as you can to not wake up the child, looking at Toji to your side with a smile, your eyes sparkling with endearment for your son.

He hums under his breath in slight amusement as his eyes stay on his son, seeing how small he looks under the covers. “Yeah...yeah he has.” He replies, his arm wrapping around your waist in return just to subconsciously pull you a little closer to him.

“He always goes around telling people that he wants to grow as tall and strong as his dad.” You giggle. “He actually keeps a track record of his height. He's so proud of it. Wants to show it to you when you visit next time. Always asking when you will come home again.” Your voice turns somber at the end.

When you look into his eyes, the fond smile still stretches out over your face but there is a hint of sadness behind your expression. You know he isn't coming over again because this wasn't his home anymore. You just didn’t know how to tell Megumi yet.

He chuckles quietly, imagining Megumi constantly measuring his height against the wall and making his own little mark to document his growth. He then notices the look in your eyes, the change in your expression causing him to stop his soft laughing. He knew you too well, grunting quietly, shaking his head as he pulled you a little closer without even realizing it. “You still haven’t told him I won’t be coming back, have you?”

Just when you are about to answer his question, Megumi stirs in his sleep, making the two of you look over at his sleeping form.

“I'm sorry but let's just go for now, okay?” You take his big hand that was just wrapped around your waist into your two smaller ones and lead him away from Megumi's room, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

His gaze stays on his sleeping son for just a moment longer, before he tears it away and allows you to lead him back into the main living space. He lets out a small exhale as he lets his hand go limp in yours, allowing you to have total control over his movement. He chuckles dryly under his breath at the irony of the situation. Who would have thought that this was how it would be now, you holding his hand and having to pull him away from his own child.

You take him back to the couch in the living room. “There's leftover pizza in the fridge, you must be hungry. I'll go heat some up for you.” Your voice comes out in a gentle and caring tone before you turn around padding away to the kitchen before he can even answer, leaving him standing alone.

He lets out another chuckle at your words, knowing you too well. You were always so caring and worried about him, so eager to provide for him. He sat down on the couch, letting a big puff of air escape his lips as he stares blankly at the wall, listening to the sounds of you moving around in the kitchen. The sound of cabinets being opened and closed was mixed with the clinking of utensils and cutlery, creating a soothing kind of ambiance. He found himself getting lost in thought while waiting, his mind wandering off for a moment as he just sat there.

When you come back out of the kitchen, you could see him staring at the pictures scattered across the walls and furniture. Pictures that show a once happy family of three, but in all recent ones it's mostly just Megumi and you because of his absence.

You place the pizza in front of him before settling into the couch, handing him a beer as well while keeping one for yourself. “To our shitty family-” You toast and drink from your beer, giving him a sad fake smile before your gaze returns to the pictures on the wall.

He took the beer from you, accepting your poor attempt at a toast with a scoff. He then follows your gaze and looks over to the pictures scattered on the wall again. A hint of guilt started to form inside him when his gaze landed on the photos of you and Megumi. He looked so happy in them.

He hums in thought when his eyes spot one in particular, his lips automatically pulling up into a smile. It was the one of you and Megumi taken right after he was born.

From here on everything seems so easy, so natural. Toji is eating and you start the movie you were previously watching, the silence between you not awkward but rather nice. It didn't take long for you to throw your legs over his, curling up comfortably against his lap.

And he lets you without any protests, a grumble escaping his lips as his hands went to rest on your legs in a familiar position. That’s just how it always was, whenever you sat in his lap like this, it felt natural and comfortable. Almost like coming home.

He finishes the pizza while trying to keep his focus on the movie, but he finds himself looking down at you more than watching the actual thing. He was too distracted by your presence and the proximity of your bodies.

When the movie comes to an end and he shifts in his seat, you get scared immediately. Scared of him leaving you behind again. You cling to his arm, your grip a little too tight out of desperation. “Toji.” You call out his name in a soft whimper. “Don't go. Can't you just... stay for the night? Please? Just this one time?”

He pauses for a second, freezing when he feels your tight grip on his arm. He knows exactly what you were implying by asking him to stay for the night. It was clear by the way you were holding onto him so desperately. It was late and you both know what staying the night together would mean.

He looks down at you with a conflicted look. He wanted to stay, he ached to stay. But at the same time, it wasn’t that simple.

When he moves your legs down from his lap and stands up, you almost could have cried. But then he asks where the spare sheets are and it was as if a weight was lifted from your chest. You exhale in relief and stand up as well.

You had to contemplate for a moment before speaking up quietly. “Not here.” Your eyebrows crinkle and you shake your head slightly in disapproval. “Don't want to be alone tonight. Could you- could you stay with me?”

You know it wasn't a smart idea and you know what would happen the moment you two step foot through your bedroom door but you didn't care. You didn't care about the past and you certainly didn't care about the future, right now you just crave him.

He nods slowly at your request, already knowing exactly what you were getting at. He knows that the moment he stepped foot into your bedroom everything would change. But he didn’t care, not tonight. He has to admit, he’d been craving you as well, no matter how much he tried to deny it. He hums softly in response before reaching out to place a hand on your lower back.

“Lead the way, baby.”

Toji stays silent when he enters the room behind you, closing the door with a click that sounds way too loud in the quiet room. No turning back now. He is in your bedroom. You both are.

When he turns around to your figure and you are already looking at him, your eyes are hazy with a need for intimacy. You slowly pull your oversized sweater over your head and step out of your pajama shorts, leaving you just in your underwear. You blink up at him, waiting for his next move and almost buzzing with excitement.

He freezes as he watches you begin to undress, his eyes roaming over your body as his jaw goes slack. It has been too long since he’d seen you like this and you look even more attractive than he remembered. He wanted to rush over to you, he wanted to push you onto that bed and take over, make you scream his name all night long.

However, he stayed put for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. “Come here.” He says, his voice gruff but gentle at the same time.

You walk over to him slowly, already completely submitting to him and giving yourself over completely. He always knew how to take control and you always loved the way he was taking the reins.

When you stand right in front of him, his body towering over you completely, your hands find purchase around his neck and you blink up at him with a needy but simultaneously innocent expression.

He loved the way you follow his every command so willingly, no resistance whatsoever. It was always so easy when it came to you, the way you completely submitted to him and allowed him to take the reins in everything. It gave him all the power, made him feel as if he owned you completely, like you were his alone.

His large hands go to your waist, holding onto you almost bruisingly as he begins to walk you backwards towards the bed. He could feel your body press against his in every curve. His lips find your own and his hands wander onto your thighs, hoisting you up and gently laying you down onto the bed.

He groans against your lips, his teeth nipping and biting down at them as his body presses you down into the mattress. He settles between your thighs quickly, trapping your lower body in his grip as his hands start to roam all over your bare skin.

He continues to explore your mouth with his tongue, almost forcing you to give him access as he starts to grind against you slowly. He could already feel himself getting excited just from your body beneath him alone.

Feeling his jeans clad hips grinding into you makes you throw your head back, letting out a moan. Your hands desperately trying to grip at every part of his they could reach before finally settling on his abdomen, tugging at his shirt and wanting it gone immediately.

His lips begin to travel down your jaw and neck, peppering the sensitive skin with sharp bites and soothing kisses as you pull on his shirt. He leans up for a moment to quickly discard his shirt, throwing it off to the side before immediately bringing his attention back to you.

He starts to plant kisses along your collarbone, all the while his hands are roaming up and down your bare thighs, his grip firm and possessive.

It is like coming to life again after being numb for so long with his hands on your body, groping your thighs and ass. The way he fit against you was all too familiar, so perfect, so natural. His mouth wanders your skin with determination to mark you as his, wanting to cover you in hickeys so that everyone would see that you belong to him.

He wants everyone to know that you are his and only his. He didn't want anyone else to even think about you like this, they weren't allowed to. He didn't want to imagine someone else touching you and making you feel good in all the ways that he knows how.

He leans up again to look down at you, taking in the way your face looks right now. Your eyes half-lidded and hazy with want, your lips parted and already a little bit red and swollen from his rough kissing. It was a beautiful sight, a sight he had been craving for too long.

His teeth suddenly sink into the small juncture connecting your neck and shoulder, making your back arch in pleasure before soothing the stinging pain of the bite with his tongue. He starts to move lower, his lips traveling from your neck to your collarbone again and then all the way down to your chest.

He lets his tongue swirl around your sensitive bud, his teeth grazing the skin in light bites while his hand is caressing the other with teasing flicks and pinches. Toji always was an ass guy but he can't deny the fact that everything about your body is perfect, drawing him in from the first time he saw you in that alleyway. And during your pregnancy he came to appreciate your tits more and more, being able to lose himself in them for what feels like forever.

His mouth is switching sides to give the same respective treatment to your other perky bud while you whine and writhe beneath him, arching your back into him and giving him even better access. He actively has to remind himself of all the things he wants to do to you tonight before he has to leave, wanting to use the little time he has left to the best of his abilities and shifts his head even further down.

His mouth is leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on the underside of your breast and rib cage, licking and sucking and tasting every piece of skin he finds. His tongue is dipping into your navel before he's nibbling and sucking on your lower stomach. He carefully traces the small scar on your abdomen that adorns your skin since there were complications during Megumi's birth and they had to bring you in for a C-section.

His thoughts briefly take him back to that night and how scared he was for you and your son and how he almost punched that stupid doctor of yours when he didn't get immediate notice of your wellbeing. He shakes the thoughts from his head, trying to concentrate on the task at hand and making you feel good, his hands slowly tracing the hem of your panties. “Toji please~” You let out a desperate whine.

He smirks against your stomach when he hears you desperately pleading with him. It was like music to his ears when you were so needy like this, calling out his name in such a desperate tone. And who was he to deny you what you were so eagerly begging for? He never could.

He sticks his nose right into your core, inhaling your intoxicating scent before he licks a long stripe up against your panties, savoring the sweetness that has already drenched through the thin material on his tongue. His fingers hook around the waistband and he slowly begins to pull them down and off, his hands immediately moving to your thighs to spread them apart, his eyes taking in the sight of you completely exposed and desperate for him. “God, you are so damn perfect every single fucking time!” He groans.

In the past he didn't often take care of you in this way, he preferred to be the one on the receiving end of pleasure. But right now, he was like a man starving, diving into your heat without a second thought, growling and never wanting to miss the taste of you ever again.

His name is instantly falling from your lips like a prayer when his mouth finally made its way to where you needed it the most. His hands holding you down in a firm grip and your hands tugging at the strands of his hair.

He relishes in the way he can make you whimper and squirm with his touch, it gives him a thrill he'd forgotten existed. The way you feel, the way you taste, the way you look and sound...he'd missed it all so much.

His tongue works you with a purpose, lapping up every bit of you and making sure you are completely taken care of. He wants to make up for all the times he was gone and all the times he's neglected you in favor of himself.

Your thighs quiver against the sides of his head as his tongue moves relentlessly against your core. Your hips are bucking and you don't know if you want to escape or search for more friction. But Toji doesn’t care, his big and strong hands gliding over your stomach and holding you down so you couldn't move an inch. Like always in these kinds of situations he is taking what he wants from you, the way he wants it and no one would be able to stop him from prolonging this as long as possible.

He groans against you the moment he feels your thighs try to move, his arms quickly pinning them down against the mattress again. He chuckles against your skin when he feels your attempt to squirm and writhe beneath his touch, his eyes flicking upwards to your face again.

"Don't. Move." He commands in a low growl, his tongue continuing to move expertly on your core, refusing to let up and give you the satisfaction of release just yet.

“'m sorry~” By now you are basically sobbing. Every time you could feel yourself on the edge, Toji was slowing down his movements or stopping it all together to give you a mean slap against your core. Taking away the release you so desperately crave. It goes on for what feels like forever and you hate it whenever he is like this, teasing you relentlessly until you can't breathe anymore.

“Toji please~ no teasing. Can't stand it. Don't wanna hold back anymore~. Please, please, please! Need it so bad!” Your sentences come out in incoherent mumbles between whines and moans, tears are flowing freely by now and your hands are gripping at everything within your reach.

He chuckles again and leans up for a moment, his lips glistening with your wetness as he looks down at your face. Your body is trembling and shaking, you are so desperate and needy for release and he is eating up every second of it. "Shhh baby, be patient just a little longer. Just a bit more, okay? Have to savor this, you know?"

He leans back down and places a few kisses on your inner thighs before going back to his previous position, his tongue immediately going to work again.

You try so hard to be good for him and hold off on your release but after all the edging you physically aren’t capable of doing so anymore.

With mumbled pleas and excuses, you tumble over the edge. Your orgasm is so strong it makes your vision go black for a second. And Toji? He isn't having any of it. "You want to come so badly, huh?! Then don't worry, baby. I will make you come. Again and again." He grunts out and dives back into you, not caring about your apologies and words of protest.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hey I have an ask for the deltas, tbb and bois; whichever you feel like or all no pressure. How would they react to reader blurting out "I want a baby!"? I could see some fun silly and sexy reactions from the hot pixels lol.

Fives, Hardcase, and Scorch would react with one of those humorous quips they've seen trending on the holonet. What color? We only have $12. For lunch? That sort of thing. They're very hip on their memes and too quick for you to pull a fast one over.

Boss, Howzer, and Sev can do nothing but blink at your random exclamation. You've completely caught them off guard and they have no idea what to make of this. They'll stay frozen in place until you offer more of an explanation, and even then they'll feel confused for a while.

Kix, Tech, and Fixer just hum at first, too caught up in their current activity to register anything else. When your words finally click, they do a double-take. Wait - baby? What? By now you've moved on so they frantically search for you to figure out what's happening.

Rex, Echo, and Wrecker look around in confusion. Like... right now? They'll laugh along when you admit you were only trying to get a reaction out of them, but later in the day they'll circle back to the topic. Soo... do you ever want a baby though? With me?

Jesse, Hunter, and Gregor are surprised but quickly recover with a quirked eyebrow and an amused Oh? They figure you're just messing with them, but they'll play along with the bit, especially with comments about the process of baby-making and how willing they'd be to help out there.

Cody, Fox, and Tup would assume you're being serious, despite the sudden nature of your declaration. They'll take hold of your hands and ask if you're really ready. Even if you try to brush it off as a joke, they'll insist on talking through what you want in the future.

Wolffe, Dogma, and Crosshair would not be phased at all. You've discussed the matter before. No you don't, or, Yes I know you do, is all they'd respond with. You'll grumble at them for not giving a more fun reaction, but you're secretly happy they know you so well.

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Couples Shit with Leon S. Kennedy:

"Bickering" with Leon if only because you love his deadpan and snarky responses.

Hitting him with a variant of "Okay, Boomer" whenever his inner old man comes out because Leon's humor is decidedly CORNY at times.

Conversely, calling him "Boy Scout" sometimes when he's just... Leon.

Speaking of corny, one of your love languages is CORNY pick-up lines and zingers, of which Leon will either a.) groan or b.) pull a UNO Reverse and use them on you, prompting you to groan.

Raunchily flirting with Leon, especially when he's making food. Mans can't even baste the meat without you making it sexual. It used to fluster him but now he'll roll his eyes in faux exasperation and take it in stride. Maybe. Depending on how horny he is. 👀

Your main inside joke is that the S in Leon S. Kennedy changes every time. ("What's the S stand for?" "Sarah.")

Telling Leon that he looks so sexy when he runs his hand through his hair. You'll sometimes actually tuck a strand behind his ear just to see him shake his head some and run a hand through his hair to style it again.

Piggybacking off that, they always say that the quickest way to a man's heart is his stomach. In Leon's case, it's both his stomach and his scalp. Give him a nice head massage because he doesn't wanna think anymore and he's putty in your hands.

Being convinced that he had a goth or rebel phase as a teenager because there's no way your precious Leon has been the boy next door his entire life. But sometimes the way he talks about the stuff he got up to in his childhood has you convinced that he might have been after all...

Hugging Leon for the explicit purpose of grabbing his ass. Similarly, hugging Leon from behind for the explicit purpose of grabbing his pecs. Or caressing his stomach. Or trailing your hands down further... 👀

No morning with you is complete without you kissing Leon's cheek, smacking that ass of his, and telling him to have a wonderful day. In that order.

[d3adbr3inc3lls]

I'm sorry if you've written something similar, but can you write an Amethio x Reader ff where his ceruledge and the mcs pokemon (gardevior if you need a specific one!) really like each other? bonus if amethio and the reader aren't fond of each other.

Amethio x Reader | Fic and Headcannons

Summary: You're part of the RVT and your Gardevior has been napping a lot more than she usually does.

You are part of the RVT, he is part of the Explorers. It was only natural that you two have a rivalry.

Everything about him annoys you, how was he so calm whilst he tries to steal something that belonged to Liko?

How and why is he so calm, it's Iike nothing bothers him, Nothing makes him tick.

How is he even this strong for a trainer who is your age? Does he even have a life outside training?

Probably not.

Either way, things could've gotten worse, and becuase the universe is against you, they did.

You never really noticed it at first, but your Gardevior, despite being feircly loyal, wasn't always at your side when you were at home -you never thought much of it, you let her roam around your home however she pleases- but then you start to notice it. Somstimes she is late for lunch, sometimes she'd take her sweet, sweet, time walking downstairs after you call her.

It never really bothered you, she could've been taking a nap, but the more it happened, the more suspicous it felt. You knew that some pokémon love to go outside and roam around, but she's too domesticated go out alone, unless she was starting her rebel phase.

It was all fun in games, you didn't mind her being a bit late, but sooner or later, you got an unpleasant awnser to her constant napping.

. . .

The sun hits your face at the perfect angle to annoy you and make sure you couldn't do anything about it. Your Gardevior is suffering the same fate, she shakes her head and lets out a soft cry before she begins to drag you to a nearby cafe.

You know that she's spoiled, but you can't bring yourself to do anything about it apart from feeding into it. Sometimes you're greatful that she's the only pokemon you have, taking care of 10 spoiled little kids would drain your money like there's no tomorrow, and it's a future you're not willing to face just yet.

You haven't even taken your eyes off of her for more than a minute as you pay for the pastries, and you find out that your Gardevoir has wandered off somewhere.

Calling out her name in confusion, you look around, knowing that she'd be nearby.

. . .

You couldn't help but groan in frustration as you saw the familiar black and pale blue/silver haired boy, walking with his Ceruledge and your Gardevoir.

You could see his eye twitch, giving way to some annoyance before being covered up by the constant neutral expresion he wears.

He says your name in his usual, formal, tone, glaring at you like you had just killed his mother infront of him.

"Amethio," You reply back, mimicking his tone as your eyes wander to your Gardevoir who looks up at you with a horrified expression before she walks over to you with her head down in shame.

You couldn't blame her for catching feelings, but it doesn't mean that you weren't allowed to dislike them.

. . . Headcannons . . .

I can imagine that the two of you would still have a rocky relationship, but you had to stop going at eachother's throats for the sake of your 'mons.

Over time, you and Amethio might have gotten closer, enough to develop a friendship, but it's fragile, and any wrong action would easily break it.

And due to you being a part of the RVT, and him being a part of the Explorers, you two are waiting for one to betray the other, giving both of you an excuse to never see eachother.

It'd be devastating for your 'mons, but it's a good excuse.

A/N: Finished this last week, I currently have exams... wish me luck chat... but I have one on Monday, and then I'm free for a while. Hopefully I'll start writing more,,,

[concretejunglefm]

thinking about them again,

vampire omens and how pretty they are.

jolly as beautiful as ever, the man's hair is where he keeps his beauty and secrets, istg. folio is in his rebel phase with that hair, the youngest vampire and still loves to wind up jolly. he also loves to play with his food like a cat does a mouse. nicholas who is lowkey tired of this living for eternity shit. he's only been an vampire for a hundred years to so. pretty boy noah, who really surprises you when he comes out from his quiet shell because he can be a violent little demon beneath that soft exterior.