#expensive boy 😅

[myjunkisyuzuruhanyu]

Yuzu for Ginza magazine 11/12 🤍

[tootoomanycats]

He really is so fine.

✦ GALADRIEL & GIL-GALAD ✦ THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER S2E8 "Shadow and Flame"

[kissforyouu]

i love you — a compilation !

warnings : suggestive content + explicit language + mention of substances

authors note : i had so much fun writing the Roblox part lmfao (from personal experience unfortunately😅😅) I hope y’all enjoy the rest of the fic :)) HAPPY V DAY MY LOVES!!!! ❤️❤️

｡𖦹°‧⭑.ᐟ giving him a note saying “don’t smile if you want toe curling sucky sucky tonight”

You excitedly giggle over the folded piece of paper held in between your fingers, thinking to yourself of what your boyfriends reaction would be.

You saw people on TikTok do this trend, and here you thought, yeah why not try this on Jungkook. You were gonna give him sucky sucky anyways^^

“Get back in bed…”, Jungkook groans from his room, patting your side of his bed. Your back is turned to him and bent over as you write the little text on the paper. “Nevermind, stay there bent over and you’re getting instant backshots, okay?” He laughs.

You snort, turning around now. You don’t say anything, stay fully silent, but walk towards him.

“Mmf, finally.” Your boyfriend sighs in pleasure from just having you close to him. He blinks rapidly, breathing heavily. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t geeking a little right now, having already smoked some weed earlier. So he was a little a high, perfect setting for the little bomb you’re gonna drop on him.

You don’t speak, but hand over the neatly folded piece of paper to him. Jungkook looks at you confused, eyebrow raising a little. He adjusts himself on the bed, sitting up to read it. You try holding in your laugh.

Jungkook, high, tries to read the text on the paper. He giggles, reading out loud, “If…you want…toe curling?” He looks at you with a smirk “—sucky sucky? …tonight, don’t…smile…”

He smiles, what I had written not registering in his head yet. He takes a few seconds to process it, and suddenly, his big giddy smile drops. Jungkook’s entire body turns stiff and he straightens himself. He clearly his throat, eyes landing somewhere else in the room.

He sucks in his cheeks, attempting to make a serious face.

“My love, you look like handsome squidward when you do that”, you giggle, holding his face by both of your hands.

Jungkook cracks out a laugh, immediately breaking his composure. It wasn’t even that funny, but he’d always find everything funny when he’s high. He giggles his way through, crumbling the piece of paper in his hand.

“Be for real, that was not funny”, you laugh at the geeked out man in front of you. “You lost the game though. You’re laughing.”

Suddenly, Jungkook stiffens his posture and clears his voice. He’s back to acting serious again, which made you slap his face jokingly.

“You’ve lost already!” But he shakes his head in deny. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Yuh uh.”

“Nuh U”— you shut him up with a kiss.

“I’ll still give you sucky sucky because you’re my good boy, okay?” You palm his hard on through his boxers.

“Hey, I’m the dominant here!”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ JK getting mad at his girlfriend whenever she buys things with her own money.

“I missed your cute ass room.” He said with a beaming smile on his face.

“You were here last week, idiot.” You slap the back of his head.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“I miss you even when you’re with me, I miss you always, you know that.”

“Corny.” You laugh at him.

“I know you like that shit.” Jungkook pokes your waist, then a small kiss on your shoulder.

He examines your room as if he’s never been there. But then, pauses.

“Where’d you get this from?,” he walks over to your newly bought expensive white fur caught hanging in your closet.

Jungkook had almost each and every single clothing piece of yours memorised. Mainly because he’s bought almost all of them for you. But this one, certainly, he did not buy.

“Uhh, the store…” you bite your lip.

“What store?”

“Heh.” You knew where he was as going with this.

“Heh? Yeah? What store?” He questions again.

“‘Kay, I’m sorry.” You frown.

“I hate when you don’t use my card. I’ve given you my BLACK card, Y/n. You really can buy anything, big or small. Don’t piss me off.” His eyebrows are furrowed as he leans against your wall, staring at you with a big mean glare. You felt like a child being scolded for taking candy.

“I’ve told you about this already—“

“And I’ve told you about this already too.” He cuts you off. “My card is yours, your card is yours, okay?” He examines my face for expressions of defeat, acceptance. But finds none.

“I don’t want to spend your family’s hard earned money. And yours. It just doesn’t feel right. Plus, what am I going to spend my own money on?” Jungkook rolls his eyes at your question, probably finding it utterly stupid and insane. Who wouldn’t accept free money? You, you wouldn’t.

“Don’t give a fuck. Use my card from now on or I’ll get your card disabled.” He shrugs it off and walks out of your room.

What! WHAT!

“What do you mean you’ll disable my card?!”, you shout, “Jungkook!! Stop!! What the fuck!!” You scream.

꩜ .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ Secretly recording Jungkook who loves to get baby talked

You scroll on your phone absentmindly (lies), while secretly keeping an eye on your boyfriend. His head rests between your thighs, laying there comfortably as he enjoyed whatever anime on the tv.

You think of how you’re going to secretly set up your phone and record him. Hm. Biting your lip, concentrated, you hide the phone behind your pillow and made sure that the camera would be peaking out.

Okay, perfect.

You start by slowly caressing his hair, running your fingers down his locks and massaging his scalp. You made sure to scratch his scalp with your new set of nails, which he paid for. You know he likes that. Like, a lot.

Jungkook moans, his head’s weight fully dropped down to your thigh. You hum back, hands now moving from his scalp to his face. You trace his cheekbones, his nose, his eyebrows, his lips—you even teasingly put a finger in.

Sometimes, you remember he’s your boyfriend and that you could touch him however you wanted and that makes you the happiest girl in the world.

You go on to trace his eyes, his eyelashes then ears. Jungkook hums in relaxation, giving his full body control to you. He looooves when you did this. You go on to pull on his cheeks a couple times, and then ;

“Come up.” You tap his head with the tip of your nail.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything back, but raises himself up from the position below and turns around to lay in between your arms.

Let the fun begin, heh.

“I love you.” You tell him, with a wet kiss on his cheek.

He flashes his boyish smile at you, eyes fully locked on yours as he traced your lips, “I love you more, baby.”

“But you’re my baby.” You soften your voice a little bit, squeezing his nose teasingly. “No, you are.” He argues back. “No, wrong, you’re my baby.” Jungkook cracks a smile again, a small giggle escaping his lips, “Fine. I am.” He finally surrenders.

You squeal, beginning to place kisses all over his sweet face. Lips, nose, cheeks—everywhere. You shut his eyes, just so you could kiss his eyelids.

“I love you so much, my little baby.”

Jungkook groans into your neck, overwhelmed with all the affection as his cheeks took a sudden colour to red.

“Awh, you’re blushing! Who’s making you blush, hm?” You squeeze his cheeks really hard. I know that hurts.

“Ywu.” He manages to say one word.

“What’s my name?”

“Y/n—mmph”

“No. That’s not my name.”

“Mwomwy.”

Wait, LMAO— you weren’t expecting him to call you that right away. You thought it would have to take a lot of convincing, I guess not.

You kiss his glossy lips as a reward, finally letting go of his cheeks. You suffocate the man from hugging him really really tight, chest pressed right to his face. I don’t think he’s having a bad time though. His face was right on your boobs, fully dived in.

“Baby, you’re making me feel less of a man”, he says on a serious note, hands travelling down to rest on top of your booty shorts.

“It’s okay, nobody’s gonna know anyway. They don’t have to know that you’re my babyboy.”

“Stop.” He groans, arms how fully around your waist as he avoids eye contact. He’s shy.

“My baby star candy.” You kiss his hair again. “Look up to me, baby.” You tap his face, raising his chin up. Jungkook hums, making eye contact with you now.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy?”

You are trying so hard not to laugh. It’s so hard. Fuck. You stiffen your face, take in a big gulp and stay still. Jungkook looks at you weird, almost like he’s going to call you weird, but then, he just lets out a big massive gigantic groan and says—

“Uugghhh, me.”

You could see the visible disgust in his face, but also you could tell that he kind of liked it. LMAO. You can’t hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing. You laugh so much you have to hold your stomach in.

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Maybe—HEY WHAT THE FUCK!”

The idiot finally spots the camera hiding behind the pillow, screaming as he jumps off your body. You can’t stop laughing. You’re still laughing. Holy shit. You hold your stomach tighter, trying to breath.

“Haa—haaa, fuck, I can’t breath, AHAHAHAHA”

Jungkook screams too, grabbing the phone. He clears his voice before speaking.

“What the actual fuck, Y/n? What the fuck?” He stops the recording and throws the phone away. “Not funny.”

You’re still laughing, eyes closed tight with a big smile on your face. Jungkook thinks you look the prettiest like this.

“Never do that ever again. You are also not posting that anywhere.” He says with a stern voice.

“Okay, but you were into it, right?” You wiggle your eyebrows.

“…maybe.”

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 “you’re spinning me around, my feet are off the ground!^^”

You shiver because of the extreme weather (it’s just snowing), hands tightly wrapped around yourself as you squeeze yourself into your boyfriend’s body.

“It’s cold.” You’re shivering.

You tug onto your skirt—yes, skirt in the damn cold—and pull it down to cover your thighs as if it’s going to do anything.

“No shit”, your boyfriend laughs, warm hands rubbing your waist under your shirt. But his hands leave you for a brief moment and sneaks under your skirt and hooks his fingers onto your underwear right on your asscheeks and pulls the stretchy material down. You shriek, hitting his stomach as a reaction.

“This barely covers your ass. Why are you wearing a shortass-barely-a-skirt-skirt in winter? You dumbfuck.” He flicks your forehead.

“It’s for the fashion, Jungkook. At least I look good.” You huff.

“Yeah, sure, you look good but you’re freezing your ass off in this snow. I even feel bad to throw snowballs at you because you’re shivering already.” He squeezes the back of your thighs that were cold as fuck, like meat put in the freezer.

“Let’s do the thing now! The video!” You remind Jungkook, hitting on his chest as a signal.

He nods his head with a groan, placing your phone on the car so that it stands up right.

“What do I do again?” He looks at you with a slightly nervous lip bite.

“Follow the lyrics and then pick me up when it says my feet are off the ground, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You giggle and press the little red button—record—so that the video would start playing.

“ you’re spinning me around ”

Jungkook giggles, pulling you to him by your waist so that your body would smash against his. He grabs your other hand, intertwining it with his and his other hand on your hip, yours on his shoulder, he dances with you, spinning you around along with him.

“ my feet are off the ground ”

With a laugh, his face fully scrunched up, the beautiful man whom you’re in love with hooks his strong arms under your thighs and lifts you up, completely effortlessly. You squeak, feet wiggling and hanging while your upper body clinged to his. You smile at the camera, face heating up fully.

“ I don’t know where I stand

do you have to hold my hand ? ”

He puts you down quickly, hand patting the top of your ass as a way of saying “good job”. You stand next to him with a big smile as the lyric plays. Then he holds your hand really tightly, swinging it back and forth to great lengths.

“ you mystify me

you mystify me

you mystify me ”

As the lyric switches, he pulls you in again and kisses you, hard. Lips smacking against eachother, he pulls you into a deep kiss full of love and passion. At the second mystify me, Jungkook bends you back by your back, deepening the kiss. He put his hand on his cheek, thumb on your jaw as he lifts his face up to kiss you even deeper. By the last mystify me, Jungkook pulls back, a string of saliva connecting your lips together still.

Your cheeks were flushed red, quite literally, and so were his. His lips were glossy and his eyes twinkled like stars. There was a big cheesy smile on your face, you felt like a child who’s just had her first kiss ever. You love him so much.

You shyly take steps forward to stop recording the video on his phone. Jungkook looks at you, proud, because he’s just made his girl shy again.

“Shy? What? Like you weren’t sucking my balls off last night?”

Why does he have to ruin everything.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:�� calling him “daddy” as a prank (right in front of your dad)

It took a while for Jungkook to earn your father’s trust. He had to work for it. Bring you home on time, show up and talk to him, engage with the rest of your family—he had to learn to express his love for you really loud in front of your family. Once he fully gained your father’s trust, he was automatically invited to every event your family hosted.

And, that’s no different from right now. Your family was hosting a barbecue. A lot of your family was there, your cousins, uncles and aunts, almost everyone. It was always fun to spend moments together as family. Jungkook was practically family at this point :).

; Which was perfect! For your prank! Of course!

As of now, you were waiting for your boyfriend and dad to end up in the same place.

You were in your kitchen, snacking on some strawberries while being a little bent over on the kitchen isle. Without getting noticed, your boyfriend slithers behind you and creeps his dirty hands up your dress to squeeze your ass cheeks hard. What the fuck! You scream!

“Ack! Jungkook, you scared me!” You whine.

He snickers, places kissing on your shoulder blade while his hands made their way around your waist. “Mmhhhm,” he inhales in the scent of your perfume, letting his full body weight fall onto yours. You ruffle his hair and feed him a strawberry. Jungkook watches the way the juice of the fruit falls onto your neck, so he just lols his tongue out to lick it off, with a smirk of course.

“No, they’ll see.” You warn him.

“Mhm, no.” He murmurs into your neck. His voice was almost inaudible, just audible enough for you to hear it. It was so small and breathy, so needy.

Jungkook breaths into your neck, still kissing you there, leaving light wet pecks on your flesh. “You’re going to get us caught, mh, Jungkook.”

He shakes away your thoughts, fingertips moving lower and lifting up your dress. He taps your clothed clit with the back of his fingers, sending a shiver down your spine.

“No, not in public,” you place your hand on top of his, but don’t move it, and let him do whatever. Jungkook chuckles at your submission, which he expected, of course. But just as he was about to put his hand inside, your little sister screams as she runs into the kitchen.

You both flinch, terrified, screaming! Jungkook withdraws his hand back, covering his actions by just coughing really loud as if he was trying to scratch his throat.

“I want strawberries!” She shouts.

“Yeah, baby? Okay, wait.” You begin cutting up some strawberries for her. In the meantime, your father enters the room, suspiciously eyeing you and Jungkook.

“Daddy, sissy is cutting me strawberries.”

Your dad nods in approval, lifting up your sister and placing her on the kitchen isle.

Now, you never used the nickname “daddy” as much in the bedroom. But whenever you did, Jungkook would be obsessed. He’d beg you to call him that again frequently, but you never did, often finding it ‘cringe’ and ‘weird’. Therefore, you weren’t quite sure whether he would follow the command or not. But heh, worth the try.

“Daddy, can you grab me a bowl?”

In instinct, your father turns around to grab a bowl from the cupboards. But another thing catches his attention, it’s how Jungkook’s reaching for the exact same bowl he was reaching for. They both pause in the moment, looking at eachother’s faces with absolute horror plastered across theirs.

“What the fuck—” your dad exclaims before your sister cuts him off, “—daddy, bad word!”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologises to your sister, swatting Jungkook’s hand away as he grabs the bowl and places it in front of you.

He’s glaring at the two of you as of now. Jungkook is left flustered, and startled, and sort of angry in a way because he knew you planned this. He darts his eyes at you very sharply.

You give him a small smile. Jungkook tries to escape the situation by walking away, but—

“Jungkook, stay.”

Oh fuck.

Your dad was always a strict man. He wasn’t a crazy type strict, but still very much protective over his daughters.

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, you just knew you were going to receive a good scolding from Jungkook later.

Your sister finally walks away, munching on her sweet strawberries. Your father, however, taps his fingers on the table, looking between both of you. You’re both silent, like 2 children having caught doing something really sneaky.

“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear and witness that.” He darts his eyes at Jungkook.

“Secondly, I hope you are using protection.”

Then he just leaves.

Fuck, you are so embarrassed. You look at Jungkook with a small smile, while he gives you a death glare.

The thing is, dad, we are not using protection either. #rawnextquestion.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ༘⋆ ִ ₊⊹ dream blunt rotation

You sigh, watching your boyfriend roll another blunt. You observe each and every one of his moments carefully. The way he rolls his filter paper, the way he licks the end of the paper to seal it all together. He did it so precisely. He always did. Your boyfriend was, like, the master blunt roller. You in the other hand could never master it. He always rolled your blunts for you.

Jungkook taps the almost completely rolled blunt on the table about 10 times so that all the weed would be inside the rolled paper, then fills it to the top with a bit more weed.

“Hm.” He hands the blunt over to you, “you want me to roll more, baby?”

You shake your head, “this is enough.”

You light up the blunt with—heh, your super cute hello kitty lighter which, by the way, Jungkook decorated for you. Yeah, he bought all the little charms and decorated the lighter for you. You’re in love with this man.

You light the end of the blunt, and put the other side in your mouth to take a small inhale. You exhale the air out, snuggling into your boyfriend’s couch. You were staying over at his place, no way in hell would you smoke at yours. Only in your room, that too if your parents weren’t home. Jungkook’s parents didn’t care. They knew he did all sorts of things. They didn’t really care as long as he did his academics well, which he did.

Jungkook takes an inhale out of his joint, head thrown back as he sighs, eyes closed. Suddenly, he starts giggling.

“What?” Your voice comes out as a whisper.

“I love you so much. I get emotional when I’m smoking, I don’t fucking know why, but I love you, you know that.” His cheeks take a shade of light pink.

You’re cheeeeeeezzzziiinnnnggggg. There’s a small giggle out of you, and you scoot closer to kiss his cheek and drag a smoke out of your joint as well.

“I love you more, you know that too. And you’re forever going to be my blunt roller slash plug.” You laugh.

“Jesus, I should start making you pay.”

“That’s so odd for you to say.”

Jungkook laughs, agreeing.

“Jungkook?”

He hums, taking an inhale.

“What’s your dream blunt rotation?” You ask, taking another hint.

“Dream what?” Jungkook laughs, finding the question absolutely ridiculous.

“Like, if you could share your shit with anyone, who? Like, a group of people, mhm?”

He laughs again and grabs your hand that was placed on your thigh and kisses the back of it, “you. Why would I wanna be smoking with anyone else besides you?”

“You smoke with your friends.”

“Well, yeah”—he groans, “but like, you’re my dream, you know? You’re my…dream blunt rotation? Whatever you call it.” He declares his love for you again in rather a more romantic way.

“I’m your dream?,” you giggle, lashes batting. Now it’s your turn to kiss the back of his hand. You stare at your boyfriends big doe eyes as he hummed in response. You take another hit of the joint, keeping the smoke still in your mouth, and pull him into your body. You kiss Jungkook with passion, your saliva mingling together as the smoke transfers down to his mouth. Your boyfriend groans and breaks the kiss to inhale and exhale the smoke.

Both of you were starting to sweat despite the A/C, and the weed was starting to take a toll on you as well. You take another inhale, eyes batting to shut down. “Oh my god,” you moan, head falling against Jungkook’s shoulder.

“What’s your dream blunt rotation?” He asks back.

“Well,” you begin, “Robert Pattinson, Lee Jong-suk, Woo Do-Hwah—”

“Actually shut the fuck up.” Jungkook shuts you up with a harsh slap to your thigh, making you wince, followed by a giggle.

“‘Kay, sorry. They’re hot though.”

“What about me?” There’s a big fat pout on his face.

“You’re hotter, you’re my husband.” You give him a big fat smile, and a big fat wet kiss on his forehead.

“I think I’m hard.”

And you look down and see a big fat monster tent staring right back at you.

❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Roblox with your boyfriend / headcannons

Jungkook never played Roblox until you forced him to do so. He first laughed at you and called you childish for still playing Roblox, fast forward sometimes he begs you to play it with him.

You got into Roblox through your little sister Evie of course. She’d always ask you to play dress to impress with her, and who are you to say no? That’s when you felt like dragging Jungkook into this.

He would always supply you an endless amount of robux. You and Evie, of course. His account however would only have like 5 robux left, whilst yours was like 10k all the time. You had access to his Roblox account, so you’d randomly log into his account and change his avatar a bit here and there.

He also only had two friends on Roblox, that would be you and Evie. For some reason, he had a bunch of followers on Roblox. He always wondered why, since he never even played like that. You had about 200 friends on roblox though. And like a bunch of followers. LOL.

Moving onto the games you play, it ranges from cute girly games to horror games. Most of the time, it’s always dress to impress. Jungkook would always call it boring but also yell whenever he doesn’t place.

You’d play arsenal, mm2, doors, mocker, dead silence, hello kitty café, royale high—likewise.

Also, don’t tell anyone, but sometimes whenever you guys are hanging out, you’d ask him “hey, wanna have e sex?” and go on LifeTogether on Roblox and do it there for shits and giggles. You always found it funny, and he just did whatever would make his girlfriend happy. happy wife = happy life. Oh, and of course you have real sex after^^.

Everytime another headless gets deleted, Jungkook would just spend like 800 robux to buy you another. He’s so cute, you love him so much.

You and Jungkook would have cute matching Roblox fits. His would be all pink and cute, he didn’t care since it was Roblox. You guys would deffo get labelled as a “corny Roblox couple” LOL.

Jungkook’s favourite game though, as corny as it sounds, unfortunately, is dahood💔. You hate that game passionately from the bottom of your soul but he loves it. He logs in and starts fights with randos. Sometimes he would kill you and carry you around the place. He’s done some cute things though. Like once, he planted dahood flowers all over the place and wrote ‘I love you’ on the wall using dahood graffiti.

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° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . ^ྀི the topic of kids !

“Jungkook?” You ask your boyfriend, who just hums at you. He’s sleepy.

“You ever think of kids?” Your voice is sleepy as you sleep.

There’s a long pause before he speaks again, “with you? Yeah, all the time. Why do you ask?”

It feels nice. It feels really nice to know that he feels the same way about you. He also wants to have children with you. Not now, for sure, but one day.

“I fantasise about our future a lot. You’re not going to leave me, are you? I’ll make chop suey out of your dick and feed it to the sharks if you do.” You threaten him, followed by a yawn. Jungkook just laughs, the sound of his soft laugh echoing from one year to another. You love the sound of it. So, so, so incredibly much.

“You’d have to kill me to make me leave you, my beautiful baby Y/n. Even so, I’d come haunt you as a ghost. ‘M never leaving you alone.”

“You’re gonna make me cry.” You say as your fingers fondle with the gold chain around his neck. “How many kids do you want?”

“Hmm,” he thinks for a moment, “how many does mommy want? I’d like to have as many as you’d want to pop out” ; he ends his sentence with a laugh.

“Mommy wants at least 3.”

He nods, hand patting the crown of your head. “‘Kay, daddy agrees too.”

“You think…I’ll be a good mom?” Your words are a tad bit slurred as the drowsiness is getting to you really bad, but you still ask your question.

“Is that a question? You’re the most patient person I know. You’re the most genuine and kindest person I’ve ever met. Sometimes I don’t understand why you’re still with me because I can be such an asshole sometimes. You’re like, the angel that I was blessed with. You’re the light to my life, the sun to my moon, I don’t know brah”—he pauses and holds you tighter and murmurs, “you know how I feel about you,” into your neck.

You giggle, your grip tightening around your plushy as you blushed. “What are you? A poet?”

“For you, yeah.”

“You’re making me horny. Let’s make a football team.”

[nerdy-novelist017]

Apologies (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader pt 6)

Ahhh don't come at me for the lack of updates lately! 😅 I've been so distracted with watching the Olympics and my job. I'm not meant to work a ful-time job, your honor. I just wanna write silly fanfics all day and read all night pls and thanks ! Anyway, enjoy! 🩷

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 3.4k+

Summary- The last person you expect to be there to dry your tears is that stubbornly persistent biker of yours.

******

Pete never showed up to your fundraiser. You had waited the whole afternoon in the hopes that you’d see him, but he wasn’t there for your event. He wasn’t there for the bake sale, or the picnic. He didn’t even show up for the auction which you were sure he’d be interested in that since one of the items to be sold was an expensive golf club set. He must have had other plans, you tried to tell yourself. He must have been too busy. 

You hadn’t seen Benny after that either, but you tried to find that as more of a relief than disappointment, after all, he was the reason you and Pete had a bit of a disagreement anyway. Part of you wondered if he only showed up for your tent since you hadn’t seen him anywhere else at the charity afterwards. Regardless, the hours passed at the picnic and you eventually helped everyone pack up before you left too, riding home on your bicycle. You tried to call Pete when you made it home, but his mother answered and told you he wasn’t home. You asked her to have him call you when he could. You ate dinner with your family and tried to not look too hopeful every time the phone rang because it was never Pete calling you back. You expected to go to bed with a sense of dejection, but instead you were surprised to feel something closer to  . . . relief. 

So the next two days went by quickly. You were too busy with work and household chores to notice that Pete hadn’t called you back. It was only when you had gotten up early to start on breakfast on the third day that he finally did ring you. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t seen you much,” he told you over the phone. “I miss you.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure you were busy,” you mumbled as you stirred the pancake batter, phone receiver balancing precariously between your cheek and shoulder. 

“I want to see you this weekend. I can pick you up around noon on Saturday if you’re free.” 

You agreed a bit reluctantly, but he didn’t seem to catch it. 

******

“Oh, are you going to teach me to golf?” you asked excitedly as Pete pulled into the country club parking lot. He’d been quiet to tell you where it was that he was taking you today, but you wanted to trust the spontaneity of the moment so you let him drive you to the mystery location. Out of all the places he could have surprised you with, this certainly wasn’t what you were expecting. Part of you was confused because you hadn’t expressed a particular fondness for the sport, but another part of you felt warmth that he wanted to share his hobby with you. 

“Yeah, I thought you’d like to join me and the boys today.” He smiled at you as you both exited the car. “Sit in the cart and look pretty while you cheer us on.”

Oh. So he wasn’t even teaching you his hobby. You wanted to say something back, to tell him that you were willing to learn if he taught you, but his friends came over then, interrupting your chance to speak. Pete introduced you to them, five in total and you struggled to remember their names. But it didn’t matter much since all chances of you speaking were thrown out the window when they bear hugged each other, and turned to go out onto the field. You followed behind, quietly trying to find a place in their obviously-tight friend group. And that’s how you spent the next three hours: awkwardly existing in their world, sitting on the cart and watching them play. You were the only girl, and it was clear that they didn’t know how to involve you much in their conversations. And when you were able to pull Pete to the side for a moment, you asked if he could let you take a swing once, just to try it out. He nodded but said, “Well, maybe in the next game, this one I’ve got a bet on and every shot counts.” You didn’t ask again. 

Even though you were still technically spending time with him, this didn’t feel in any way fun or exciting. You tried not to, but your mind drifted to your night spent at the bar with Benny and how fun that was, despite it being a bar full of bikers – a scenario you would have never thought you’d be in, let alone enjoy. As you sat in the golf cart, having nothing better to do than to watch Pete with his friends, you wondered if this was all he wanted you for. Were you really just a doll to him? A trophy? You didn’t get to play? 

After the next game ended, you asked Pete if he could take you somewhere for lunch and he seemed almost reluctant to leave his friends. But in the end, he did agree, and you said goodbye to the band of golfers. You walked back to the parking lot together and when you spotted his car in the distance, you figured this was your chance to actually talk with him, not just listen to him speak. 

“What do you want out of life, Pete?” you asked quietly as you slowed to a stop on the sidewalk.

“What?” He paused a few paces ahead of you, glancing back. “What kind of question is that?” 

“I mean,” you struggled to gather your jumbled thoughts. “What kind of life do you want?”

His brows pinched together in confusion. “Well, I’m going to school for engineering so I’m going to do that.”

You waited for him to continue, but he just shrugged and motioned for the car. “You coming?”

Not seeing the conversation over quite yet, your feet remained firmly planted in your spot. “But what do you want out of life? What do you want for me in your life?” 

“Geez, (Y/N),” he laughed humorlessly. “Where is this coming from?” His expression darkened suddenly. “Is this because of that dirty biker?”

It was your turn to look confused as you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “Have you seen him again, hmm?”

“I . . . he was at the fundraiser–”

“What did I tell you?” He asked rhetorically as he closed the distance between you. “I don’t want you around that deadbeat again.”

“It wasn’t like I sought him out,” you defended, trying to ignore the rush of agitation at his choice of description. “I had no clue he would be there. I thought you were going to be there.”

“Well, I couldn’t be. You can’t just expect me to drop everything for you at such a late notice.”

“What was more important that you needed to be at?” You frowned.

He rolled his eyes, turning back to the car. “I have my own life.”

That’s when you realized that he was so . . . disconnected, uninterested. He may have wanted you but not in the way of getting to know you. His want was selfish, only born out of lust. He didn’t care about your hobbies or interests. You weren’t even listened to when you spoke to him. The realization was painfully obvious and you felt like a fool, like he had played you. And maybe he wasn’t even aware of it himself, but you could see it now: he didn’t care for you, not in the way you longed for. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, shaking your head as you watched him approach the driver’s side door. “I know that, but . . . I was just hoping to spend time with you.”

He turned back and threw his arms out dramatically. “I’m spending time with you now, aren't I? Will you just get in the car?” 

You took a deep breath, looking down at your shoes. “I think I’m gonna walk home.”

“Are you serious?” His voice grew colder as he yanked open his door. “Because I didn’t go to your bake sale?”

You shook your head. “No, I like walkin’ and I just want some time to think–”

“You’re going off to find that biker, aren’t you?” 

“What?” Your gaze shot back up to his. “No, I–”

“I knew this would happen.” He shook his head, an unamused smile flashing on his face. “He’s filling your head with all these dangerous ideas. He’s poisoning you against me. Me.”

“I’m not–” 

“Get in the car.” You didn’t realize that it wasn’t a request anymore. 

“Pete, I just don’t–”

“Get in the fucking car, (Y/N)!” He shouted, slamming his hand on the roof, and you jumped at the sound. 

You stared at him, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. You’d never seen any man act like this, especially not Pete. Panic turned the blood in your veins to ice and you were suddenly painfully aware of just how fast your heart was beating in your chest. Seconds ticked by, and he finally reacted to your speechlessness by rubbing a hand over his face, sighing loudly. 

“Look, just get in the car,” he tried again, his voice barely controlled. “We came here together and I don’t want people to talk about how I’m leaving without you, okay?”

No, it wasn’t okay, you wanted to say, but your throat was suddenly too tight to speak. All you could do was stare at this man who you thought you had a pretty good understanding of, who you never thought would raise his voice at you, who would never command you to do something you very obviously denied. You shook your head, hand holding over your chest in an attempt to even out your heart rate.

He called your name, but you turned and forced your legs to walk, to move away from him. You just wanted to get home to the safety of your bedroom. Behind you, you could hear his car door slam shut and the engine whine as it fired up. He drove over to you, nearly hitting the curb as he weaved.

“Fine, walk home then!” he yelled and revved the engine, tires peeling out on the blacktop as he zoomed away. 

That’s when the tears started falling. You sucked in a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and a sob choked into it. The sidewalk blurred from the stream of tears but you trudged on, wanting nothing more than to escape the prying eyes of the neighborhood. The action of Pete slamming his hand against the metal proof of his car replayed in your mind and something unpleasant gripped your heart at the realization that what you saw was his reaction to not getting what he wanted the first time. This was supposed to be the exciting moments of you relationship, the time when you were still discovering who each other were. If he could be so easily angered by you now, what would 5 years of marriage look like? What would 10? 

And as you approached the intersection, a thought came to you and you felt sick at the possibility that maybe this is what your mother felt before she married your father. And your grandmother before she married your grandmother. Like a chain, these women with hearts and ambitions and dreams all just got married and became something their husbands wanted, lived a dream their husbands had. And maybe that was their dream, but what if it wasn’t yours?

The revving of an engine broke you free from your all-consuming thoughts and fresh fear spiked through you. Was it Pete coming back? But no, you realized. The engine was coming from the gas station you were passing on the corner, and it wasn’t a car, but a motorcycle. The rider pulled up to one of the free parking spots, cutting the engine and kicking out the kickstand. His back was turned to you, but you knew who it was already by the messy blonde hair and signature blue jacket lettered “Vandals” across the shoulder blades. You groaned because he was the last person you wanted to see right now but you needed to walk right by him to continue on your way home. And as ridiculous as it was, you wanted to cry harder at the thought of him seeing you crying. 

When he dismounted, you quickened your pace, putting your head down in the hopes that he wouldn’t notice you. But of course, you heard him call out, “Hey, Little Bunny.”

You sniffed hard, quickly swiping your fingers across your cheeks as you heard him approach. Even though you didn’t slow your pace, he caught up to you quickly. 

“You walkin’ home again?” His voice was light, teasing but you didn’t dare to look up at him. “You must really like–”

But he must have seen your tear-soaked face because he stopped, his hand gently grasping your upper arm. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, and against your better judgment, you glanced up at him. That was all it took before his shoulders visibly stiffened, and his jaw locked tightly. “Who did this?”

“Nobody,” you muttered softly, voice cracking. “I’m fine.”

“Was it Pete?” his grip remained firm on your arm.

“Please, just leave it alone, Benny,” you whispered desperately, and his eyes softened as he released you. A painfully long beat played out between you as you watched him decide if he wanted to press you further for details. But to your surprise, he dropped it, instead, reaching out, his calloused thumb brushing away a solitary tear from the apple of your cheek. You flinched at the contact, not expecting him to touch you so intimately. As quick as he was to make contact, so was he able to let his hand fall back to his side, leaving you wide-eyed at the act. 

“Let me give you a ride home, please,” he asked, his voice so quiet, so compassionate that you were honestly dumbfounded that this was a biker in a notoriously revered club standing before you. “I don’t want you to have to walk back when you’re upset like this.”

You glanced down the sidewalk, knowing you still had a few miles to go before you’d see your house in the distance. You sniffed again, “You won’t try to propose to me again, will you?”

“No strings attached, I promise,” he replied quietly. 

You relented, nodding slightly, and you didn’t protest when he slid his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together and gently tugged you back to his bike. 

******

Benny drove slowly back to your house, and you just buried your face against his jacket the entire ride, focusing on the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. It gave you time to settle your breathing, to dry your tears, and when he finally did pull up to your house, a disappointed wave surfaced over you. He put both feet down to balance you both, but he didn’t cut the engine, and you didn’t release your arms from around his torso.

“Can we . . . keep going?” you asked hesitantly, unsure of just how patient he was willing to be with you.

“You wanna keep going?” he questioned over his shoulder, and you responded with a brief nod. “Where?”

“Anywhere, just not here.”

He pushed off the ground, revving the engine slightly and the bike picked up speed as you left your neighborhood. You tightened your grip as he drove you out of the city, down the long country roads, past barns and farms, out by the lake and through the winding back roads which cut the woods. He drove until the sun began to make its descent over the far wheat fields, the last warmth of those golden rays catching the two of you like a spotlight, like you were the only two people on stage. And you realized that’s what riding with Benny felt like: solidarity together. You’ve felt a strange sense of loneliness most of your life, even when you were surrounded by others who loved you, but with Benny . . . it was like you were finally being seen. No, not just seen, it was like you were finally being heard. 

But reality came back too quickly when Benny pulled up to a stop light, hand moving to brush across yours as he asked, “You ready to go back now or d’you wanna keep going?”

Keep going, your heart wanted to shout, keep going and let’s drive until we hit the sandy beaches of California. But your head always won the battle in the end, and you only nodded mutely. 

When Benny pulled up in front of your house again, he cut the engine, but remained seated. He held his hand out for you as you dismounted, and he wanted to say something – anything– to make sure that you were okay, to help you. But Benny’s not known for his good communication skills so he clenched his jaw tightly, frustration building in his chest. You needed him, you needed to be consoled, and he was so pathetic that he wasn’t even sure how. 

Sure, he knew how to have someone’s back, especially in a fight. He knew how to throw punches and get back to his feet after getting knocked down. He could do that all day. But you staring at him with your Bambi eyes and heartbroken expression, he couldn’t take it. He just wanted to pull your tiny frame to him and kiss away the tears, to tell you that everything would be okay because he’s got your back. Then a horrible thought clouded his mind because what if he was the reason you were crying? A bitter taste filled his mouth at the possibility. And my god, how stupid could he be because of course he had to dig himself deeper into that hole when he had told you that he wouldn’t apologize for his conversation with your date. At the time he said it, he had no guilt or shame for his actions because he saw nothing wrong with it. He wanted you more than Pete did, he was sure of that. But now as he glanced at your sweet face, he realized that his actions could have hurt you. And all for what – his pride? That seemed so insignificant now.

“Thank you for the ride,” you said ever-so-politely. 

Before you could turn to walk to your front porch, Benny’s hand reached out to lightly touch your own, and he blurted out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did to Pete. That was wrong, and I see that now. I’m sorry if what I did has hurt you in any way, that was never my intention.”

Your frown deepened, and Benny’s heart sank. But then you said, “I’m not upset with you, Benny, but thank you. That . . . that means a lot to me.”

He was at a loss for words, struck by your angelic voice and unwavering benevolence. He could only watch as you slipped from his grasp and turned away. You were walking away from him, but Benny couldn’t help but feel it meant something more than just putting physical distance between you. His mind raced with thoughts, trying to find something he could say to get you to stop, to be able to see your face again. 

However, it seemed that fate had other plans because you halted in your tracks, hesitating a moment before spinning back around and approaching him again. He opened his mouth to ask if you were okay, but you cut him off as you leaned up and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. His heart skipped a beat at the gentle touch of your soft lips, and he widened his eyes as you pulled back, a shy smile on your face. He grinned because every time he thought he had you figured out, you continued to pull stunts on him. You were the most entertaining thing he knew. 

You took a few steps backwards, but maintained his eye contact as you spoke, “Maybe . . . next time we could go a little faster?”

He knew you were referring to the bike, but God help him because heat burned in his lower belly, and he wanted to pick you up over his shoulder and carry you into your house where he’d show you just what speed he was capable of. He wasn’t sure you even knew what effect your words had on him, or if you even knew the sexual implications, but he felt himself losing a battle of will. “You want there to be a next time?”

You nodded and that adorable rosy color tinted your cheeks. “Yeah, if-if you do.”

He shook his head in disbelief that you were finally giving him a chance. Though looking at your sweet smile now, he didn’t seem to mind the extra effort he had to put in. “You wanna go fast? Look who’s the trouble now.”

You fought to control your smile. “Goodnight, Benny.”

“Night,” he replied as he watched you walk back up the steps to your house, his fingers ghosting over the spot on his cheek that you kissed, wondering if apologies were really that easy. 

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🥥 ꒱ TWO WHEEL DRIVE: MEET ME AT THE CROSSWALK ( lando norris. )

lando norris x biker!reader

under the guise that she's on vacation, she travels to monaco in surprise for a certain mclaren driver who had missed her presence.

authors note: there may be a fourth part to this, but it will come after cowboy lando (live laugh love) and also trying to work on the requests that have built up (please be patient if you haven't seen yours!) and other ideas I have <3

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ynusername

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ynusername the dreaded vacation curse of finding a cute boy and then leaving to never see him again!

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user girl don't play with me right now

user this better be lando or I'm going to tip cows!

user after all of us hyping him up, she better not have ran off with some random boy during a VACATION

⤷ user right like girl he's RIGHT THERE PLEASEEEE

user nah guys, now you see that she was probably just using lando to go to a grand prix

⤷ user this. like it was clearly a guise just to be able to get her tidbit of fame and act like she's hot shit on her bike

landonorris hate when that happens 😅🔪

⤷ ynusername literally the worst

⤷ user little passive aggressive there lando!

⤷ user I'm sorry but y'all make it too obvious

alexandrasaintmleux a mandatory coffee date and tour is in order, gorgeous ☕️🥐

⤷ ynusername yes, please! I promise I'll park better than your boyfriend 😅🫶🏼

⤷ user NOT THE RANDOM CHARLES SLANDER

⤷ user I'm living for it, she's so c*nty

user okay it's confirmed guys she's in monaco

⤷ user officially freaking out 🤗

user not her buddying up with alexandra to get close with charles too

⤷ user what are you on because I got to make sure so I can avoid it

⤷ user right like she's clearly only interested in lando 💀

⤷ user is she really? because to me it looks like she ran off to a random vacation and forgot about him!

⤷ user no, it just looks like you're delusional! hope this helps! 🤗

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landonorris guys I'm on my multi-million dollar yacht! (cough)

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user damn I remember that yacht! such good times sipping EXPENSIVE champagne!

user oh yeah, that looks just like the model lando gifted me so we could be twinsies!

user I remember when lando accidentally spilled a drink on me, he gave me a couple hundred dollars as compensation and a go at steering the yacht!

oscarpiastri I remember celebrating your win in that! such a gracious host!

⤷ user oscar has lando's back 😭

user i'm begging for that to be yn

⤷ user she's in monaco so the chances it's her are HIGHHHH

⤷ user girl don't get my hopes up

⤷ user we can both dream

ynusername wow that yacht looks very expensive!

⤷ landonorris oh yeah, you know how it is! athlete's salary and all...

⤷ user not yn also hyping lando up

⤷ user she's trying to be his wingman to get herself

⤷ user she's such an icon

mclaren looks like we brought back a certain good luck charm? 😉

⤷ user mclaren DON'T play wit me rn

⤷ user don't get my hopes up, admin

user this is torture HARD LAUNCH ALREADY

⤷ user okay they're doing this on purpose because they know we know but they also know that we are doubting if it's real!

⤷ user the soft launch makes sense all of a sudden...

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ynusername my go at a four wheel drive

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user THIS IS GOALS

user oh my god she's done it! she drove something that has more than two wheels!

⤷ user i bet lando roped her into it

⤷ user oh you know for SURE that he did

landonorris i bet you were great on the track behind you there

⤷ ynusername oh i was. i had the best teacher there with me!

⤷ user haha just kiss on camera already haha

⤷ landonorris bet

⤷ user PAUSE!

⤷ user HELPPPP but fr they need to hard launch already like guys we already know, it's not funny anymore!

oscarpiastri bet those skills were top tier, i can't wait to see you on the grid next year!

⤷ ynusername i'm coming for your seat, buddy. you better watch out

⤷ landonorris hey guys, let's not get too crazy now!

⤷ user lando jealous?

⤷ user over little oscar (who already has a girlfriend) just being friendly with her

user he's too far gone i fear

⤷ user he's so whipped

user he's utterly hopelessly deeply in love with her and you can so tell

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landonorris should i buy a bike with my athlete's salary?

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user i speak for everyone when i say YES DO IT RIGHT NOW

user stop everyone thank yn because she gave us biker lando

⤷ user THANK YOU YN!!! we say in unison

⤷ user YN THE WORLD THANKS YOU 🙌🏼

⤷ ynusername haha my pleasure

⤷ user oh my god im gonna faint

user oh my god imagine lando buys his own bike and get a motorcycle license

⤷ user and then she can be his backpack 🥹

⤷ user or!! they can go on rides around monaco or whatever country they bring their bikes to

user hello she's wearing the same white tank top in her post!

⤷ user ynndo confirmed!!!

ynusername two words. death wobble.

⤷ landonorris we do not speak of it

⤷ user see, this just confirms it

⤷ user DEATH WOBBLE??? I CHANGE MY MIND LANDO NORRIS DO NOTTTTTT GET A BIKE!

⤷ user bro probably doesn't even care as long as he gets the girl

oscarpiastri maybe this is your time to shine in motogp! which means an empty seat at mclaren for yn to be my teammate! thanks a lot lando for your great sportmanship!

⤷ ynusername oh my god YES!

⤷ landonorris hold on, what, i didn't agree to this guys 😅

⤷ oscarpiastri well, i think you've been overruled

⤷ user LET YN COOK IN F1!!

user the second photo hello?!

⤷ user RIGHT like they are such goals

user and the fact we don't know it's her but we also do know 🫠

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ynusername sorry guys, busy again this weekend

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user hello the oscar cap? SHE'S ONE OF US 🙌🏼

⤷ user ONE OF US!!!

landonorris why are you wearing my teammate's cap??

⤷ ynusername because he's my second favorite driver!

⤷ landonorris well why don't you wear the hat of your favorite driver instead? 🤨

⤷ ynusername why would i

⤷ landonorris why wouldn't you

⤷ ynusername i don't know 🤷🏻‍♀️

user hello the back and forth over her wearing oscar's cap

⤷ user stop, and the fact he knows that he's her favorite

⤷ user i mean why wouldn't he be!!

user see she's just using lando so mclaren will keep inviting her 🙄

⤷ user get a grip 😭

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landonorris might not have been the result i wanted, but at least i've got the girl, and also congrats osc on p2!

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user HE LOCKED IT DOWN YALL

oscarpiastri you'll be back on the podium next time for sure, and congrats on the girl, mate

⤷ landonorris that hype comment really sold it i think

⤷ ynusername @/oscarpiastri so did he not help you win that sprint?

⤷ oscarpiastri no comment!

user the comment section being his wingman nailed it in

⤷ ynusername well they did say how great and rich he was, how could i refuse! he gave cpr to a goldfish, top tier qualities right there!

⤷ user not her basically admitting she's using him for his money

⤷ user you wish it was you 💀

mclaren our good luck charm returns!

⤷ ynusername it worked on oscar this time! maybe it was because he knew I'd be there 🫣

⤷ landonorris yeah, but he can't keep his mouth shut so I also knew... eventually

⤷ oscarpiastri hey!

⤷ ynusername it's okay, osc! congrats on p2 😊

⤷ oscarpiastri thank you yn 🥲 you should take me on a ride as a celebration

⤷ ynusername yes!!

⤷ landonorris okay let's take a minute 😅

user lando AND yn calling oscar 'osc' 🥹

⤷ user oscar is their child confirmed!

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SMAU idea!: jjk boys (or just Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna and Toji) with Fem y/N who buy a jewelry necklace, inspired by the ocean heart necklace from the movie Titanic, that is, a jewelry necklace that is not only expensive but big, rich Y/n vibes, and sends a nude photo just wearing the necklace and says: Paint me like one of your French girls.

JJK Men Surprising You With Jewelry ✨️

(Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna)

I hope you don't mind, I only used the prompt you gave me just for one of them, I couldn't come up with 5 other renditions of the same thing 😅

18+ MDNI

Content warning: Blood in a vial

~~Taglist: @sad-darksoul @an-ever-angry-bi @jexx233~~

JJK Masterlist

Thanks for the request! Asks are open for JJK SMAU! ✨️

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Bucky & Ducky (5) - Family time

Summary: Bucky Barnes. Ruthless mafia boss. Soft only for his wife and…well, Ducky.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader

Side pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Ducky the duck

Warnings: mafia business, fluff, unusual friendship

A/N: Thanks to @buck-star for the idea and brainstorming with me. I did it…😅

Catch up here: Bucky & Ducky (4) - The new family member

Bucky & Ducky Masterlist

It’s Bucky’s day off, and he decides it’s time to get more things for Ducky. While you push the shopping cart along the aisle, your husband keeps an eye on Ducky sitting in a box inside the cart.

“Why did we come here again?” You ask, glancing at your husband. “We have everything for Ducky at home.”

“I read online that ducklings like—” He clears his throat as you start giggling. “What?”

“You signed up for that forum and googled stuff for ducklings, am I right?” You grin at him. “Right? You had to find out every little detail about ducklings.”

“I like to be informed, you know me,” Bucky grins. “And Alpine needs new toys. We don’t want her to feel left out. She’s still our queen.”

“I know,” you fake a sigh. “She was there before me and was your first love.”

Bucky’s features soften, and he brings you into his arms to kiss your neck softly.

“You’re my only queen; you know that, doll. There is no one more important than you. Not Alpine. Not my business. Nothing and no one comes before you.”

“I know,” you say, and wrap your arms around your husband. “But it’s nice to hear it now and then, Bucky.” He smiles and nuzzles his face in your neck, earning odd looks from other customers, but Bucky doesn’t give a shit. “Let’s get everything you want to buy for Ducky, and something nice for our queen too.”

He laughs. “You spoil her the most. Do not try to pretend you do not love our queen. You love her more than me.”

“No,” you giggle but fist his shirt. “You know that there is no one more important than you, Bucky Bear. Not even our pretty queen, Alpine.”

“That is an awful rhyme.” He pecks your lips. “I still love you, though. This won’t change, even though your rhymes and jokes are not funny.”

“Steve says my jokes are funny,” you pout and stick your tongue out.

“Steve tells you so because you are my pretty wife,” Bucky teases before stealing another kiss. “Let’s go back to shopping. People are already watching us.”

“Let them watch,” you grin at your husband. I like to make people jealous with my hot husband.”

“Baby doll, if you keep on talking dirty to me, I won’t be able to hold back. I’ll take you right here, next to cat beds and cat food.” He threatens with a smirk, but you know, Bucky is damn serious.

“Bucky,” you giggle, “as much as I love it when you lose control, I like this store and don’t want to get banned.”

He laughs when you mention locations you got banned from because you didn’t stop him from getting too cocky. “Fine, let’s get everything for Ducky.” Bucky pecks your lips. He’d love to get naughty right now but doesn’t want to get banned from the pet store too.

Ducky quacks loudly as someone walks toward your cart, a tiny dog in their arms. “Good boy,” Bucky grins as the woman hurriedly walks away, pressing her dog to her chest. “We don’t need a guard dog. We have a guard duck now.”

“You know Ducky is a duckling. He’s not scary at all, but cute,” you point out, but Bucky is not convinced.

“He’s a tough duckling for his age.” Bucky carefully takes the box with Ducky out of the cart to carry him toward the cat beds. “What do you think, Ducky? Do you need a better bed?”

You grin as your husband starts parading around the store, showing Ducky all the things he wants to buy for the duckling.

“Uh—I guess it’s only the two of us now, Alpine,” you say, looking at Alpine sitting in the shopping cart like the queen she is. Alpine meows and goes back to sleeping on the expensive pillow you put in the cart. “How about you get a new collar?”

Alpine lifts her head. She looks at you, suddenly interested in what you have to say as you pick a new collar for her.

“She’s talking to a cat.” You hear someone whisper. “I bet she’s one of those cat ladies. Lonely and crazy.”

“Doll, look at this!” Right before you can get angry and give these people a piece of your mind, Bucky comes back with a shopping cart full of things you’ll never need. “I found all the things I read about online and some.”

“I can see that,” you laugh. “Bucky, we don’t need all the stuff for Ducky!”

“Oh, no, no…” He shakes his head. “Not all of it is for Ducky. I got something for Alpine too. And a chewing toy for the guard dog.”

“Steve?” You giggle. “I didn’t know he liked chewing toys.”

“Did you just make a joke about my best friend?” Bucky grins. “I knew you had it in you to be funny.” He steps closer to peck your lips. “Let’s go home. I want to test the things I ordered online for…us.”

“For us, huh?” You tug at his tie. “We should hurry then…”

[sansaorgana]

maybe i’ve been watching too much GOT/HOTD shit but…tttw au where reader decides to seduce paul into p much being her servant (kinda like what cersei did to jaime except she still does actually care for him a bit). and lady jessica pushes for the marriage between reader and feyd to get her away from paul. i just feel like that’d make the fight between feyd and paul just that much more personal 🫢

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AUTHOR’S NOTE — Hello! I hope you still remember my multichapter fic 🥴 It's been a long time but I needed a break from it to create other stories and finally it's time for me to write the requests that were about this universe. For the start I went with this twisted AU and be warned because I have abandoned all my moral compass while writing it lol 😳🙈 I mostly explored the dynamic between the characters here and I don't think you have to know "Thrown To The Wolves" to read this story but it surely will make more sense if you do! 😊 Also, since it's an AU – and a wicked one as well – I didn't tag anyone from this fic's taglist. I also didn't tag anyone from the Feyd-Rautha's taglist because it's an AU of already existing fic that not everyone has read, so... I didn't want to bother anyone 😅

WARNINGS — INCEST, mentions of sexual activities (no actual smut), Reader is NOT a good person (as we already know... but she's even worse here)

WORD COUNT — 5,380

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

Watching your half-brother train, you only pretended to read a book in front of you. You couldn’t focus on the words because you were still rethinking the argument you had with your father earlier. Now, when Paul was officially an adult, Duke Leto Atreides signed a document that only solidified your brother as the heir and the next Duke.

He might not have been from a legal union like you were, but he was a boy. However, you had a feeling it was about more than that. After all, if your father wanted to change the law and allow women to inherit, he would do that. No, it was about Paul being his favourite. It was about Paul being prepared for this role from the moment he was born. It was about Paul being born from a woman that your father truly loved. Unlike your mother whose cold grave you had visited earlier that day. You were the only one visiting her.

To think that you were supposed to be born a boy. Paul was supposed to be a girl. Yet, the cruel universe played a joke at your expense. And now you were a burden of the Atreides family instead of an heir. Unless…

The book you were reading was a history one, telling stories of ancient times and the ways of the noblemen in the past. It mentioned gross and yet fascinating acts of the forgotten practices to keep the royal bloodlines pure. Incestous relationships between cousins… and even siblings. At first, reading the book late at night in your room, you had felt disgust at the mention of a sister-wife. But now, watching Paul training and reliving an argument with your father, you began having second thoughts.

The only way of getting the title of The Atreides Duchess would be to marry Paul. And he was of gentle, soft nature. He was not only devoted to you in his brotherly, naive love but also innocently easy to manipulate. You had done that multiple times before already; making him take blame for something you did or do something for you that you didn’t feel like doing yourself.

Would he be easy to seduce, though? You wondered, trying to shake off a small wave of guilt and disgust at the thought. You had to be stronger than your moral compass to survive. You knew already that Lady Jessica was plotting behind your father’s back to send you away, to marry you off to some awful, insignificant lord and get rid of you. Seducing Paul was your only way of staying at home and of getting the power you wanted.

To have an apple and eat an apple, you thought, biting on your lower lip.

Paul was inexperienced with women. Not that you were very experienced with men yourself but you were observant and interested in the subject. You studied books, interactions, gossip. Paul was not interested in such affairs at all. His whole life was studying and training, being moody and sad about his future role of the Duke.

Oh, the irony. He didn’t even want to bear this title that you so badly craved.

You closed the book loudly, startling him a little and getting his attention. He raised an eyebrow at you but you only smirked and gathered your things to go back inside.

At the supper table, you were acting moody and annoyed. You watched from the corner of your eye how it was catching Paul’s interest. When you excused yourself in the middle of the meal and left, visibly pissed at something, it didn’t take him long to follow you.

“Sister, wait,” he called for you in the corridor when you were near the doors leading to your chambers. “What is it? Talk to me,” he pleaded and grabbed your arm from behind.

“Oh, sweet Paul,” you smiled and turned around to face his confused face. He was sweet indeed. And he was a pretty boy, which you hadn’t been thinking of before for obvious reasons. But it wouldn’t be that difficult to force yourself to kiss him and lay with him. “You’re so adorable for worrying about me,” you sighed. “You’re the only one here who cares for me.”

“That is not true, (Y/N), you know that,” Paul fixed a hair strand on your face to push it off of your cheek. “Our father loves you and my mother… She cares about you, too. In her own way. I know that.”

“Your mother?” You snorted, looking up to meet his worried gaze. “She’s plotting already, don’t you know? She wants to marry me off and… And you as well,” you lied, looking away and pretending to get all shy.

“What?” Paul furrowed his brows as he let go of your arm. He was shocked to hear your revelation. “Am I not too young to get married? I mean, I know I could but… Shouldn’t I get older and wiser and…”

“I know,” you interrupted him and looked back into his pretty hazel eyes. “But what can I say? They want you to have a future Duchess already, so she can come here and be trained how to be a great leader one day by your side… To replace me…” You faked a shiver of your voice. “That was the reason behind my argument with our father. What did he tell you?” You bit on your lower lip.

“That…” Paul swallowed thickly, not wanting to anger you or offend you, “That… That you are angry about me inheriting. I wanted us to talk about it, actually. I wanted to explain to you that it is not my wish. I would love to give the title to you. I do not wish to rule,” Paul assured you and took you by your hands.

All those sweet, gentle gestures that you had been giving no second thoughts until now since they were innocent. But now, you savoured each one of them, coming up with ideas how to use them against him.

“He lied,” you sighed and looked down, sadly. You felt a small sting in your heart but you had to ignore it. “The argument was about me not wanting to leave Caladan… Not wanting to leave my home and my family. I don’t want to be sent away… I will miss you, you’re all I have,” you faked a sob and hugged him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck so he couldn’t see how fake your crying was. You sniffed a few times to make it more authentic.

Paul was surprised and a little petrified. However, he put his arms around you to pull you closer and rub your back.

“Oh, sweet (Y/N), my dear sister… I won’t let them send you away if you don’t want to… And not to anyone you wouldn’t desire yourself,” he assured you.

“I don’t want you to get married yet either… I… I…” You were looking for the right words as you took a step back to look at him again, faking a shivering lip and glossy eyes by blinking a lot. “I wish we were children again. Just you and I, always together. I don’t want anyone to ever come between us.”

“No one will come between us, (Y/N),” Paul squeezed your fingers. “I promise you that. You’re my sister, you forever will be. I love you,” he nodded and gave you puppy eyes.

“You… You don’t understand,” you pulled away and opened the doors to your room. “Go away, I shouldn’t be near you,” you took a deep and dramatic breath in. “It’s bad for me, I… Oh, I shouldn’t tell,” you sighed and walked inside your room, hoping your weird reaction would intrigue him.

And indeed, Paul followed you inside. He caught you by your wrist and made you stop as the doors closed behind him. You had him trapped between the wall and your body even though he was the one holding your hand. But his grip was gentle as usual.

“I don’t understand, (Y/N). Please, what’s wrong? I hate to see you like this,” he was worried and desperate to help you. You bit on your lip and smirked, changing the atmosphere quickly as you took a step ahead and got free from the grip of his hand.

Taking a step ahead, you forced him to retreat and his back hit the wall. Your faces were inches away and you batted your eyelashes innocently as you stared at his lips hungrily.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Paul swallowed thickly.

“You wanted to know what’s wrong with me,” you whispered seductively. “It’s a sinful disease, Paul, and believe me, I’ve tried to get rid of it but I can’t. You’re all I can think about,” your words were so soft and quiet, almost inaudible, for his ears only.

“We…We shouldn’t… “Paul whimpered pathetically. However, he didn’t even try to push you away. You raised an eyebrow at him, genuinely surprised at the lack of more definitive reaction.

“So, you want me to stop? Tell me then, sweet brother. I don’t want to hurt you,” you assured him and caressed his cheek with the fingertips of your right hand. He closed his eyelids and breathed in your scent. “Want me to stop?” You repeated the question teasingly.

Paul didn’t dare to say it out loud. He only shook his head as a no.

You had expected this task to be easy but you didn’t suspect it to be that easy. When you pressed your body closer to his, you felt how hard he was between his legs. Poor sweet Paul, so desperate for any girl’s attention, so inexperienced. He would really let his own sister take care of him. You chuckled and finally joined your lips together in a gentle kiss, not wanting to scare him away.

It was your first kiss, too, after all. And, for some reason, you really liked it. You liked that your first kiss belonged to your own brother, to your own flesh and blood. Even if Lady Jessica sends you away one day to marry another man, he would never possess you with his first marriage kiss for your own brother had the honour.

“I know you love your mother,” you whispered after breaking the kiss. Paul’s cheeks were flushed, his lips parted. He opened his eyelids slowly, looking at you in awe. It was adorable. “But she hates me,” you reminded him. “You must change her attitude towards me, you know. You don’t want them to send me away, don’t you? Who else is gonna kiss you so sweetly when I’m away?”

“I… I must leave now,” Paul swallowed thickly and pushed you away before running out of the room.

It left you confused but you knew that your confusion was no match with his. He was turned on and scared, he needed alone time. So, you gave him that and went to sleep yourself, a little anxious but also excited since the plan seemed to be working better than you had been expecting.

At first, Paul was ignoring you. Shyly looking away, blushing like crazy, avoiding your gaze. But you were relentless, always around him, talking to him with other people around, forcing him to answer and look at you. Eating by the same table, you would find moments when no one paid attention so you could treat yourself with fruit and honey in the most seductive manner while looking into his eyes. And you made sure to touch him briefly every time you walked past him. The poor boy was in physical and mental torture, you could see that and you only waited for him to snap.

You began to wear more revealing dresses and show off your body. But everything changed on the day you walked inside his bathroom, pretending it was an accident. He was in the bathtub, you just wanted to borrow a towel – a stupid and unbelievable excuse.

However, you didn’t walk in on him relaxing or taking a nap in the embrace of  warm water, no. You walked in on him being busy with himself with his lips parted, head thrown back and eyes shut close. The name he was moaning out loud was yours.

Gently, not wanting to startle him, you helped him to finish. And even though at first he was terrified of you seeing him like that he quickly gave in, too desperate to have any shame left in his body.

That act sealed your sinful union. He finally gave in to the ill-natured attraction and began to follow you around like the most loyal servant. And whenever you were left alone, he was like an overexcited puppy, wanting to kiss and be kissed, wanting to touch and be touched. Just in case – aware of the norms noble women were supposed to live by – you didn’t allow him to actually spoil your innocence. But everything else was allowed.

You were not only pleased with your seductive skills and the fact you had the future Duke wrapped around your little finger. Some twisted, wicked part of you was also happy from the fact that you managed to spoil your father’s favourite child; his little precious toy was broken now. Paul Atreides was rotten forever now. There was no going back from such sin.

You were damned already anyway. But it felt nice to drag someone down with you just for the sake of annoying your father and Lady Jessica.

Your own pride made you less attentive and careful, meanwhile Paul’s mother was very observant when it came to her son. He was the apple of her eye. She knew that his relationship with you had always been close but she noticed the sudden odd mood swings of Paul. First, he avoided you nearly shyly, only to follow you around even more than ever before again? You two had always been hugging sometimes, sharing an innocent kiss here and there but now Lady Jessica felt like it was getting more and more often for you to share affections. And she felt bad for suspecting a weirdly sexual energy behind those acts but after some time she stopped feeling guilty as she realised something had been going on behind her back indeed.

One time she decided to follow her son who went straight to your chambers after the training. Her footsteps were light and quiet, she took her time and gave you an opportunity to develop the situation. She pressed her ear to the doors and heard soft moans, sweet praises. Even though she had been suspecting it, she still felt shocked and disgusted to find out the truth.

Your heart stopped in your chest as the doors were pushed open and you spotted Lady Jessica catching you kissing her son. His cheeks went crimson red in an instant.

“Mother…” He swallowed thickly, standing up and clasping his hands in front of himself, trying to hide his erection.

Lady Jessica was speechless. Her eyes widened at first and then they squinted as she laid them on you.

“You little witch,” she hissed at you. “You twisted, evil minx. What have you done?”

“Me?” You acted innocent but you couldn’t hide a smirk.

Yes, it was scary to be found out. But it gave you satisfaction that she now was aware of how you had spoiled her sweet, precious son.

“Mother, don’t blame her!” Paul sweetly defended you, he was truly adorable. But he was ignored by the both of you. It was between you and her. He was only a tool.

“Have you got any idea what you’ve done?” Lady Jessica asked you harshly.

“What about it?” You asked and clenched your jaw.

What was the worst punishment anyway? You realised suddenly that even being sent away wouldn’t be so bad… The victory of spoiling Paul was the most delicious part of this situation.

“I will not tell your father,” Lady Jessica approached you to put her hands on Paul’s arms to walk him away gently. “For his own sake. He would be devastated. But this will be over. You better start packing,” she gave you a contemptuous look.

“Mother, no!” Paul pleaded. “I love her, I do. Can’t I marry (Y/N)? That’s what our ancestors were doing, why can’t we?”

You chuckled at him. He was so sweetly naive. Lady Jessica slapped his face.

“Stop talking nonsense!” She pushed him out of the room and then gave you one last look. “You look proud of yourself for bewitching my son. I’ll make sure you’ll pay for that.”

“And you’re not proud of bewitching my father?” You asked.

“I will send you to the Harkonnens, you spoiled brat. Their rot matches yours. But good luck with bewitching any of them,” she threatened.

The mention of the Harkonnens made you scared indeed. But you didn’t want to show it. Not in front of her.

But she was right. Wrapping Paul around your finger had been easy. Too easy. Doing the same to a Harkonnen would not.

However, you decided to keep your head high. You would never show fear or defeat in front of Lady Jessica.

Because of Lady Jessica’s words, you treated the marriage with Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen like a challenge. With many attempts, you finally managed to tame him and it was your biggest pride.

Now you laughed at the memory of how proud you had been for spoiling Paul. It had been meaningless and too easy. Taming Feyd-Rautha to be your pet made you feel invincible.

Paul had been so naive and innocent that in the beginning of your marriage, he had still been sending you secret letters about his love and devotion. The news of his death had been nearly relieving – there would be no more pathetic, desperate letters, you had thought, while burning the last one.

Your husband knew about your past. Feyd-Rautha loved everything sick, twisted and rotten to the core. You had told him about Paul to impress him and it had worked. You had even allowed him to read some of the letters from Paul before burning them.

Finding out that Paul was alive after all, and he had gained power on Arrakis that you and your husband could only dream of, felt like a punch. You could see a switch in Feyd’s behaviour while you waited for the confrontation. He was observing you quietly and battling with his own thoughts. Feyd-Rautha had never been insecure before. But now he had a feeling you might still feel attraction to Paul Atreides. Especially now, when Paul was a powerful leader, too. After all, what spurred you on the most was power and influence.

What would Paul do seeing you again? You both wondered silently, without sharing your thoughts with each other. Would he want you back or would he toss you aside? Feyd feared that Paul still wanted you. You hoped he would. It would provide you safety no matter what outcome of that day would be.

Not that you didn’t love Feyd-Rautha. In the process of taming him, you had found yourself enamoured with him. You were two halves of the same rotten apple. But the most important thing for you was your own survival. Your own and the child’s under your heart.

The guards took you and other prisoners of the Arrakeen Palace to see the mysterious Muad’Dib but you all had already known who he truly was. The Reverend Mother, Princess Irulan and you – all the women amongst the prisoners – had known it for sure that the brave Fremen leader had to be an Atreides. You shared a connection with Paul, you were of the same father, the same surname, the same blood, the same flesh… Each other’s first lovers.

He looked different now; more mature. His hair was longer and curly instead of being neatly combed. His eyes were harsher and blue from the spice. You were nearly petrified at the sight of him because he… He looked handsome and attractive. You suddenly remembered all the shared kisses and affections and it made your cheeks burn.

“There you are, sweet sister,” Paul’s eyes sparkled at the sight of you. “I’ve been missing you,” he pointed out but you could spot harsh irony in his words.

From the corner of your eye you spotted Lady Jessica. Her power and influence had grown as well those past few months. She was a local Reverend Mother with her face covered under veils, chains and tattoos. She looked like the most intimidating and the most powerful person in the room. She probably was, even though you were standing next to The Emperor himself.

Lady Jessica had to already turn Paul against you. She had to tell him that you had been doing nothing but manipulating him for your own gain. You suddenly realised that you were in deep trouble and you instinctively searched for Feyd-Rautha’s hand to squeeze it. He was your husband, the father of your child, your perfect match made in hell. You had to keep him close, stay with him. Paul was never an option after all. He had been nothing but a game.

“Brother,” you greeted Paul with a nod of your head. “I thought you were dead.”

“You hoped,” Paul fixed you with a smirk.

“No,” you only answered.

“Come here,” he ordered. You felt the eyes of everyone watching intensely, wondering what was really going on. After all, the only people who knew about your unusual connection were Lady Jessica and Feyd-Rautha. Although you were suspecting that the Reverend Mother knew, too.

Feyd’s hand squeezed tighter around yours. He didn’t want you to leave his side. Walking up to Paul meant exposing yourself, you could be easily harmed. And it was not only about you at the moment. You were carrying the Harkonnen heir. The future Baron was growing under your heart.

“Come here,” Paul repeated the order, more harshly now. You let go of Feyd’s hand and walked away, feeling him move uncomfortably. However, he granted you personal freedom to make your own choices. He only watched carefully, like a guard dog that he was.

“I am here, brother,” you announced, standing right in front of Paul, facing him bravely. One of your hands rested on your abdomen.

“I am wiser now,” he told you. “I know that your intentions with me were never pure nor driven by your uncontrollable desires. You planned it all. Calculated.”

You remained silent, keeping your head high. You only heard the whispers of other people, wondering between each other what the conversation was about.

“And despite that knowledge, I must admit, I remain infatuated,” he confessed. “But you’re spoiled for me now. Your stench is one of the Harkonnens.”

“For I am a Harkonnen,” you nodded.

“Apparently, so am I,” he raised an eyebrow and you furrowed yours.

“How is that so?”

“The Baron… The late Baron,” Paul explained. “The one your husband slayed last night. He was my mother’s father.”

Everyone went silent. Those were two secrets that he had revealed – you didn’t want people to know that it was Feyd killing his uncle.

“You might have the Harkonnen blood flowing in your veins, dear brother, but you are no Harkonnen. You’re weak like an Atreides,” you spat out.

“Me? You, dear sister, you are weak. All your power, all your successes, they all only come from the men you have managed to wrap around your pretty little fingers. But you have achieved nothing yourself,” Paul’s jaw clenched as he reminded you with hatred burning through his eyes. “The only thing you actually did was to open your legs for the Harkonnen and carry his spawn,” Paul looked down at your womb with contempt.

There was so much jealousy in him, you spotted. He was not angry at you for manipulating him. He was angry at you for carrying another man’s child. And there was nothing more dangerous than a rejected lover.

Paul grabbed your wrist and pushed your hand away, exposing your swollen abdomen.

“You cannot touch her,” Feyd barked and Paul looked up behind your shoulder to meet your husband’s gaze.

“There he is, my sister’s new pet,” Paul’s words were braver than you expected. No one would dare to speak to Feyd-Rautha like that.

“It’s a nasty thing to be jealous,” your husband spoke. “You see, she is my wife, she lays with me every night. You are nothing but a tossed aside toy who has only been given a taste but never a full meal.”

Paul was right, you suddenly realised. That you held no real power, that it only came from the men you had associated yourself with. Because now they were talking about you as if you were an object.

“Are we here to witness some wicked family drama? Spare me that,” The Emperor’s voice made you all turn your heads to look at him. He was disgusted and annoyed.

“You are here to pay for what you’ve done to our father,” Paul left your side to approach The Emperor and you took the opportunity to hurry back to Feyd. You stood behind him, clinged to his muscular arm, feeling protected by his strong, armoured body.

“Stop your pathetic show, Atreides,” The Emperor smirked. “There is a massed armada in orbit. You’re facing a full invasion.”

“How can you be so sure the Great Houses are here for me? They may be curious to hear my side of the story, don’t you think?” Paul asked him. “I am Paul Atreides, son of Leto Atreides, Duke of Arrakis!”

“He’s a fraud,” Feyd chuckled ironically. “My wife is the Duchess Atreides, I am the Governor of this world.”

“And so it is,” The Emperor nodded. “You’re nothing but a Fremen terrorist.”

“Gurney,” Paul called out the name you recognised. But when you looked at the man, he had no love nor sympathy in his eyes for you. So, you showed none as well.

“My Lord,” Gurney nodded at your brother.

“Send a warning to all ships. If the Great Houses attack, our atomics will obliterate all the spice fields,” Paul threatened. 

He was a madman now, you thought as Gurney nodded.

“You’re out of your mind,” The Emperor pointed out what everyone was thinking,

“He’s bluffing,” your husband spoke up as you clinged to his arm even tighter. You had a feeling already how this confrontation would end up like. It was either you and Feyd or Paul. There was no other way. And Paul’s behaviour was worrying. You were starting to suspect he had higher chances of winning than you had been predicting.

He wouldn’t kill you. He still cared for you, perhaps he still craved you. He would never be nice to you, but he’d keep you close, of that you were sure. But he would never let your husband or your child live. And that was the moment when you realised that you didn’t only care about your own self.

You cared about Feyd and you cared about your son. Way more than about your life. You’d rather die alongside them than live a few more decades alongside your brother without them.

“Consider what you’re about to do, Paul Atreides,” The Reverend Mother warned him.

“Silence!” Paul screamed, using The Voice, startling everyone in the process.

It was no secret that this ability was reserved only for the Bene Gesserit. For the women of the order. A man possessing this knowledge was not only dangerous but also extremely powerful.

You were doomed, you thought, covering your abdomen with one of your hands again. Your unborn son was your only hope. The Reverend Mother had mentioned before that he was out of control. The Harkonnen medics had outdone themselves with their genetic manipulations while helping you to create life. His abilities could interfere with Paul’s.

But it was only an unborn baby with its brain not even yet fully developed. You couldn’t possibly count on him to save you. Right?

“Abomination,” The Reverend Mother muttered to herself.

“Message sent, my Lord,” Gurney announced.

“On what authority was this message sent?” You spoke up again, finally gaining the courage although it was easy to do so when you were still hiding behind Feyd. “I am the Duchess Atreides. The leaders of the Great Houses know that, too. They will not listen to the threats of terrorists!”

“As a servant of the Imperium, you will bow at my feet!” The Emperor snapped. Paul’s behaviour was getting out of control.

“Your feet?! You’ll be lucky to keep your head!” Paul yelled at him and walked up to all of you as he took a contemptuous look at Princess Irulan. “I’ll take the hand of your daughter,” he announced and you swallowed thickly at his plan.

So… He did not want to marry you anymore. Perhaps you wouldn’t be as safe as you had suspected before.

“She will remain safe,” Paul’s voice softened as he spoke. “And we will rule together over The Empire. But you…” he looked at The Emperor again. “You have to answer for my father.”

“Do you know why I killed him?” The Emperor squinted his eyes and despite feeling very detached from your family those past few months, you felt a little sting in your heart at the mention of your father.

You realised that now you were standing by the side of a man who was responsible for his death. What a twisted world you lived in. And what twisted things you had been forced to do to survive.

The Emperor approached Paul now as well, they were facing each other and you had to admit that despite his age, he was a brave man to do that. Everyone claimed he was not in his best shape anymore and that was true but the strength of his mind and spirit was still visible.

“Because he was a man who believed in the rules of the heart. But the heart is not meant to rule,” The Emperor explained. “In other words… your father was a weak man.”

You had this conversation before. With the Baron Harkonnen. Late Baron Harkonnen, you remembered. Now your husband was bearing the title. But yes, a few months earlier, in a dark room, you had this conversation with the Baron. You had agreed with him then. And despite the pain in Paul’s eyes, you had a feeling he was agreeing with this, too.

And Paul agreeing with such a statement could only mean that he no longer wanted to play nice. He had discarded your father’s ways and chose the path of violence.

“You will be defeated and your Empire will be mine,” Paul drawled out through gritted teeth before laying his eyes on you and Feyd. “And the cancer of this Empire that is The Harkonnen dynasty will be erased,” he added. “I will tear your spawn out of her body and take your wife as my concubine,” he told your husband. You felt his muscles tensing.

“The only thing you take, will be your death at the end of my blade,” Feyd warned him and took a step ahead, ignoring the way you were clutching onto his arm, trying to make him stay.

“You don’t even have one on you,” Paul pointed out.

“Then spare me a weapon and stand to fight me like a man,” Feyd dared him.

“Accept mine,” The Emperor offered and you stiffened at the realisation that it was not only the blade he was giving your husband but also the fate of the outcome of this day, the fate of the Empire, the fate of his and his daughter’s life. Feyd nodded and you approached him one last time before the duel.

“Do not fail me,” you pleaded harshly.

“You want these to be the last words you tell your husband before his death?” Feyd teased with a smirk. Fearless as usual; he never feared the end of his life. Not in combat at least. He had told you already that this sort of death was everything he had been wishing for. To die like a warrior.

“No,” you shook your head with a nervous smile. “So make sure they won’t be.”

MASTERLIST

[ughdontbeboring]

Sweet boy

Feyd Rautha x Black/WoC Reader (can be read by anyone)

Yours and Feyds son has a moment and you can’t help your reaction.

warnings none but fluff honestly lol

note: so this was NOT what I was supposed to be working on but I came across it in my notes and just couldn’t stop my fingers 😅 but this is inspired by one of my favorite Feyd arts of him as a child. I’m so upset I can’t find it or the artist. It’s like different drawings of him or his face as a child and he gives the meanest side eye lol so if yall know what im talking about please send it my way so i can tag the artist so others can see it.

If yall like it, love it or fucks with it please share and comment! I love talking to y’all about our mans.

I give no permission for my work to be used anywhere.

it’s fluff and short babe but it’s Feyd so you know 😭 @peggyao3 also again not what I’m supposed to be working on 🥲🥲🥲

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The day had been long and tedious but you would not trade it for anything when it dwindles down to become this kind of evening. One which you were lucky to say you had often when your husband wasn’t away for diplomatic purposes. Even then you usually all stayed together more often than not. 

The large tinted floor to ceiling windows on the right side of the dinning room allowing for a view of the planets setting white sun to shine its last bit of light on your blessed life. The tint allowed the room to stay bathed in all its natural colors. Your skins hue still vibrant against the elegant black dress that you had chosen for the day. 

You couldn’t wait to get back to your shared bedchambers and slip into nothing but your silk bed sheets and your husbands arms.

Your eyes drift back to the table you’re seated at with the two loves of your life. Years ago no one could have convinced you THIS would be your life and you’d be the HAPPIEST you’d ever been or could be. None of the of wise women of your home planet could have foretold this. Not even your own visions nor dreams could have conjured enough to convince you this was the life you wouldn’t only lead but love with every once of your being. 

But when you take in your husbands jewel blue eyes that are already watching and only soft for you, you smile happily before your eyes slowly land on the beautiful boy sitting before you and to Feyd’s right from the head of the table.  

And just as your heart swells with more love than either you and Feyd ever thought possible, a loud laugh erupts from deep within your chest. 

You slap a jeweled hand over your mouth to try and contain your laughing from the startled identical faces before you. 

You’re in a fit of giggles as you feel both your husband and son’s look of confusion and it only makes you laugh harder.

You miss your husband’s face of pure awe at the sight before him even if he is confused he can’t help but be in awe of the women he somehow convinced to love him as deeply as you do, full of joy.

You wipe at the tears that have started to spill as you catch Feyd soft questioning eyes.

“I-I’m sorry but he looked just like you with his little evil side eye” you reveal in between laughs. 

Feyd looks on proudly at your son who’s looking between the both of you with his face scrunched up not fully understanding or liking the attention and laughs at his expense. 

Your son had just gave the most evil side eye to the servant who put the extra vegetables on his plate at your request. And all you could see was Feyd. They looked almost identical already and in that moment it was your husband who was a 5 year old boy not wanting to eat the food before him. 

And for all the reasons in the world it made your heart happy. 

“Looking just like your father” you say again as you control your laughing. You can feel the pride rolling of off both of them. “A grumpy baby”. 

“What?!” Your husband yells in disbelief, the fork and meat hanging mid air the same time your son yells his own defense.

“Mother I AM NOT A BABY!” His little voice rages before you with no true anger. 

“Don’t raise your voice at your mother” Feyd scolds quickly.

Your all smiles though. This was all you ever needed. 

“Yes you are, you are my baby always” You tell him as you take in his little face, the beautiful child you both created. The best of both of you. 

He huffs and crosses his little arms across his chest. The angry face he’s trying to pull off is completely identical to his father’s. You could draw it in your sleep the amount of times you’ve seen it over the years.

“Come here” you call to him softly as you push your chair back slightly. 

“No” he says trying to stand his ground that he is not a baby.

“Do not tell your mother no” Feyd scolds again watching the two of you go back and forth with eyes full of love.  if your husband continues on this path and your sure he will, none of your children will ever tell you no or misbehave with you. Feyd has spoiled you almost rotten, your son has received the same attention from his father. The amount of times he’s done wrong and Feyd has come to his defense, you too but you always stress the he can’t be quick to anger.

He had nothing of yours physically expect for you spiced blue eyes, which you weren’t sure how long they last so blue without a constant exposure to spiced air. You were born to parents who were born to parents and so on and so on for as long as you could say who had been born to and live with spice exposure. It was literally apart of your blood. So it made you happy that was the one thing that couldn’t escape your son who spent most of his time on Giedi Prime. So it made you sad to think about the fact that he could loose it one day but you tried to make frequent enough trips to your home planet to help him keep his Fremen feature and traits. 

Feyd allowed him to be born on Arrakis much to a lot of displeasure from some of Giedi Prime. You just couldn’t see giving birth here and raising a child here almost full time, you needed your people, your culture to be apart of his life. Plus you both knew it was the only way for your son to be accepted, he needed to embrace both half’s of who he was if he was going to make a great change one day. Greater change than even you and Feyds union.

It was worth noting all of the people who were displeased with your birthing choice weren’t around anymore to speak on it. 

His personality? It was 60/40 usually, him always leaning towards his father’s ways of behavior especially right now. Right now he was 100% his father’s child. 

“Come here my sweet boy” you call again. 

“Mother I am not a sweet boy! I’m brave and scary” He says as he makes his way around the back of Feyd towards you, very slowly. The posture straight in his small body. 

You pull him in quickly once he is in arms reach. Your hands hold his little precious face gently as you plant kisses all over. You can feel his posture slowly start to loosen.

“Yes you are, you may not be sweet to others that is yet to be seen but you will always be sweet to your mother yes?” You ask softly as you stare into his deep eyes that mirror yours. 

You hear a small but confident “Yes, always Mother” as all the fight leaves him and he snuggles into your body embracing you back fully. His little arms reaching around your neck and squeezing tightly. Your eyes tear a little and you know it’s just your hormones. You have a couple weeks before your due it’s still been an emotional roller coaster everyday. 

You’re so wrapped up in your little boy in your arms you don’t notice your husband. Feyd is over the moon seeing his child get the love he never received. Seeing his wife who he adores more than anything loving their child, his child, a child that looks and acts just like him regardless of what he may have done wrong that day. Your love for him was unconditional. 

He loves to see you showering him with love and care even on his bad days when he’s throwing a tantrum. 

This was everything Feyd never knew he wanted and needed. 

He’d burn everything down to protect this, their little growing family. 

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[starkeyisthelastname]

It’s Always Been You Chapter Two:

Here’s chapter two my loves! 🥰 Disney World here we come! Yeah and Topper is super annoying in this series.. 😅 (I haven’t been to Disney World in years, so this just comes from a little background and research!)

Previous Chapter

"Why the fuck am I even awake right now?" Rafe grumbled to you as he climbed out of his F-150 truck that was now crookedly parked next to the sleek white Mercedes you drove. With an irritated sigh, he opened the back door to pull his bags out, nearly throwing them down onto the hard asphalt of the tarmac.

Rafe's grumpiness in the mornings was legendary, a trait that had been firmly in place even back in your elementary school days. You could still recall those car rides to private school, with either Rose or your mom at the wheel, Rafe grumbling in the seat beside you. So, when you slammed your trunk shut, your expensive tote bag slung over your shoulder and your large pink suitcase clutched in one hand, his predictable morning grouchiness was met with a healthy dose of eye-rolling from you. You yanked open the passenger door, leaning in to grab the frozen coffee you'd picked up for him. "Drink this and shut up," you ordered, practically throwing the cup at him.

Rafe shot you a smirk as you handed him the coffee, something only you would do for him. "You aren't going to tell people I drink this girly shit, are you?” He teased, his eyes traveling down to the way your ass looked in the tight leggings you wore. The things he wanted to do to you, whether they were wrong of him to think about as you were his best friend, but fuck did he want you bad.

“How did you know? It’s my plan to tell everyone that the big bad Rafe Cameron likes caramel frappuccino’s.” You said, standing back up straight, oblivious to the way he had been staring at your body. You turned to face him again, Rafe’s eyes immediately focusing on your own.

“Okay smart ass.” Rafe mumbled, hiding a smirk as the two of you began to make your way to the Cameron’s private plane.

Your parents were settled in, engaged in a boring business conversation with Rose and Ward over steaming cups of coffee. Wheezie had already dozed off, her blanket snugly over her head, while Sarah and her boyfriend Topper giggled at some TikTok video playing on her phone. Rafe shot a disapproving glance at the frosted-tipped haired boy as he strode past you toward your usual seats. Sarah and him didn’t get along most of the time, and her boyfriend Topper only made it worse for him to keep his anger in check as the idiot was constantly running his mouth to be a smartass. People like him were the reason Rafe had to always have his vape and cart pen on him.

“Why is he coming? They've been dating for what? Five fucking minutes.” Rafe grumbled, plopping down into the leather seat next to the window as he took his sunglasses off. You sat down next to him, placing your bag on the spacious floor, before getting comfortable. “What? Sarah’s boyfriend isn’t aloud to come?” You asked with a small laugh, looking over at the couple. Even though Rafe and Sarah didn’t get along, you and her were close, despite her being a few years younger. Topper wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around, but he was making Sarah happy which was what mattered.

Rafe leaned his head back against the plush headrest, looking at you as you sipped on your coffee. You were so effortlessly beautiful even makeup free, still looking like a stunner. Your eyelashes were freshly filled, eyebrows threaded and lips lightly glossed in the Dior lip oil he knew you always wore. One thing he loved about you is that you always kept yourself together, even at a time like this where there was an early flight. You were expensive, and high maintenance, always taking pride in the way you looked. It was starting to eat him up inside at how much he just wanted to shower you with compliments.

“He’s a fuckin prick who is always trying to get under my skin on purpose just to piss me off so he can see me flip out.” Rafe said, buckling his seat belt as the pilot announced they were about to take off. It was hard enough for him to try and control his anger and someone like Topper Thornton didn’t help when he was trying to do his best to be a better man and figure out his emotions.

You fastened your own belt, reaching over to intertwine your fingers with his as taking off always made you anxious. “He’s not worth it, don’t let him get to you. If he chooses to act like an idiot that’s on him not you.” You told him, running your finger across the gold signet ring that adored his left hand. You knew how important it was for him to try and do better after getting clean.

Rafe was so goddamn in love with you, it fucking almost scared him…and he had done some pretty scary shit. You were the only one who understood him. The calm to his brutal storm. He gave your hand a squeeze, kicking himself in the head on why he couldn’t be a man and tell you how he really felt about you. He had to figure out his emotions and fast before he lost you to someone that would never be worth your time.

Rafe seemed to be in a somewhat better mood as the plane landed, and he had eaten breakfast. That mood quickly changed though as he found out you two were riding in the same car as Sarah and Topper. You could see him from your peripheral vision, trying not to bang his head against the car window as Topper talked non stop. His hand came down to the pocket of his sweatpants, digging in them for a few seconds before pulling out the dark blue cart pen. He took a hit off of it, inhaling the smoke before blowing it out the cracked window.

“You know I don’t think those are the best for you man.” Topper said from behind you as Rafe took another hit. He was such an asshole, and as much as you loved Sarah you didn’t know how she put up with those smartass comments.

“Don’t care.” Rafe said, nonchalantly as he felt the weed cool his inner self down from the yapping that frosted tipped idiot was spewing.

It was Topper’s comment of “One addiction to another.” Whispered loudly on purpose to Sarah, that had Rafe immediately turning around.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He asked, blue eyes flashing dark in anger. The last thing that he needed was this dumbass to start speaking about shit he didn’t even know about in the first place. You slowly reached over, placing your hand on Rafe’s knee to give a gentle squeeze, knowing you were the only person that he would calm down for. You knew exactly how violent Rafe could get, and when he was on cocaine it was about 50 times worse. As hard as it was, and definitely wasn’t right, Topper wasn’t worth losing his cool over.

“Top, don’t.” Sarah told him softly, not wanting a fight already to happen on this trip. As much as she loved Topper and didn’t necessarily get along with Rafe, she still knew her boyfriend didn’t stand a chance with her older brother if his mood got to a 100.

“Fuckin pussy.” Rafe mumbled under his breath, turning back around and looking at you with apologetic blue eyes. God, he just wanted to be the best version of himself for you. There was no way you would ever give him a chance if he kept flipping out at every little thing that pissed him off. He had to keep the promise to himself to really try and do better, but that punk was already getting on his last nerves.

Thankfully the rest of the car ride to the resort went smoothly, the suv soon pulling into The Grand Floridian Resort & Spa. The entire family headed into the lobby, where Ward checked in and then told everyone the suite arrangements. Your parents along with Ward and Rose would be staying in one suite, while the rest of you would be staying in the other.

“There’s a room with two queen beds and one with a king size bed.” Ward started, handing the five of you keys. Before Wheezie could even say it, the older man put his hand up. “And Rafe is getting the king size bed.” He said, causing the 13 year old to pout. He then told the five of you to go explore the resort, relax or whatever you wanted to do before meeting at the restaurant Victoria and Albert’s later for dinner.

You couldn’t help but watch Rafe as he walked in front of you. You loved how tall he was, his frame massive and broad shoulders and muscular back, flexing effortlessly throughout the black t-shirt he wore. He was like a tree you wanted to climb and if you ever told him that out loud, he would most likely jokingly call you a dumbass. You quickly brushed your thoughts away as everyone piled onto the elevator, realizing every little thing Rafe was doing had you thinking about him.

The way you were standing, your back was pressed to Rafe’s front. He could smell your perfume, sexy and sweet just like your gorgeous self. Your perfectly shaped ass was too damn close to him, his hands gripping onto the railing to keep himself from wrapping his arms around your waist, and holding you against him. He was thankful yet disappointed that the elevator climbed to the right floor quickly before he lost control. You were damn near making it almost impossible, every little thing you did reminding him how in love with you he was. He had to start making some kind of move, even to see if you were open to the idea of being more than just best friends.

Entering the suite, you couldn’t help but laugh a little as both you’re parents always made sure everyone had the best. The suite was spacious, a small living area and kitchenette on the left side, while the right side held a small hall with two bedrooms spilt across from each other. It was when you were following behind Wheezie towards the room with the queen beds, that you felt Rafe tug your arm back.

You frowned, looking at him as you wanted to go set your stuff down. His tall body looked massive in the dim hallway, as you looked up into his blue eyes. He nodded towards the room behind him, before speaking. “Stay with me.” He said, his voice a little softer than usual.

You were no stranger to sharing a bed with Rafe, you had literally known him your entire life. You weren’t sure if it was your overwhelming feelings for him or what, but something about this felt different. You found yourself nodding though, watching him smile as he dragged you into the room with the king size bed.

“Can’t let my favorite girl suffer in there with Wheezie’s snoring and Sarah and bozo’s bullshit.” He said, shutting the door behind him. He loved his sisters, sure. You were superior to everyone in his mind though, especially since he was an asshole to every other female but you.

His favorite girl. It was something you heard often but never got tired of. You sat your bag down onto dresser, walking over to the window where you couldn’t help but smile at the view. “You bitched about coming here in the first place and you still get the room with the best view.” You teased him, pretty eyes glancing at Cinderella’s castle in the distance.

Rafe did get the room with the best view and it wasn’t Cinderella’s castle. “Yep, sure do. Wanna know why?” He asked, his long legs walking across the room to stand behind you so that he could see out the window better and just be near you again.

You hummed, looking back at him as his baby blue eyes shined in the sunlight as he looked down you. He smirked, leaning in closer towards your ear. “Because I’m fuckin Rafe Cameron and I get a whatever I want.” He whispered, his voice sending goosebumps down your skin as his hot breath tickled your neck. He had to make you his by the end of the week, he couldn’t go back to Kildare without having tried to tell you how he really felt about you. If you rejected him, it would be the most painful thing he would experience, but at least he would know.

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if i missed anyone or you’d like to be added let me know! 💖

[cyberqueenpatrol]

TF!141 GIVING YOU GIFTS?

cw!: a little bit of smut!, female!reader

Price!: He is a man of antiques. Will probably gift you a cute lil god-knows-how-old memory box with a hand written letter in it. And Oh, it’s your birthday! That man won't miss this opportunity to gift you something valuable and thoughtful, like a piece of jewellery. He won't even look at the 'Price'. He thinks it's pretty, and would casually sneak the 24 carat diamond necklace while you are sleeping. Price loves that shocked and surprised look on your face, as you whine about how expensive it must be. You innocently ask him how you can repay him. Oh! Another opportunity that he can't miss! So what's next? Soon, you are bouncing on his thick fat girthy cock, thanking him for his lovely present as the diamond necklace bounces along with your tits. What a lovely scene Price has before his eyes!

Simon!: Oh boy, this guy doesn't know what he should gift you. But don't worry, he's a fast learner and a good observer. He sees you turning the pages of a book that you want but you can't buy it? Voila! It's at your doorstep the next day. Probably with a hand written note too. He 'accidentally' saw you browsing through a list of vibrators because you are sexually frustrated? That's it, you find the most expensive vibrator on your bed after you return from work. But hey! Here's a thing. Simon expects you to repay too, after all it's a fair game. And here's how you find your pussy being tortured by the vibrator and your clit being overstimulated by the pads of this thick, calloused hands. And don't forget! He might even whisper how his fat cock will take your weeping pussy, inch by inch.

Johnny!: My, my! This man won't even look left or right, up or down when it comes to gifting you. You want that one pretty scented candle that you saw last week? He brings in 10 of them. You just take a look at that pretty shade of lip gloss? Boy, he buys a lifetime stock of it. He doesn't mind you scolding (not too much, but in a cute way) him, because he knows that he will later see you using them.He gets crazy,seeing your pouty little lips wearing that lip gloss. Poor boy, he wants to ruin it so bad with his own lips(which he does). One more thing here! He will whine about rutting his desperate cock in you as he sucks the life out of your pussy, all the while he is grabbing every inch of the fat on the sides of your hip.

Kyle!: This guy is thoughtful, he knows what you like. He likes giving you quality time, like watching a movie and having chocolate covered strawberries. You feeling down? Oh boy, he will order your favourite dish, heat it up himself without letting you do anything and serve it in way as if it was served right in the restaurant. He'll give you whatever you want, but hey! He is a man with feelings too, right? He won't hesitate to tell you what he expects from you, and you too get shy because he says it in his sweet, loving tone. After all, he loves you and you won't think twice as he has already gifted you that Chanel perfume that you wanted (you didn't even tell him, yet somehow he knew that you wanted it). That's how you find yourself sucking the tip of his large cock, as he whispers sweet nothings about how he's gonna treat your already wet pussy, how he's gonna take you slowly and lovingly.

This is my first time writing such stuff so just excuse me if I am wrong anywhere!😅 (God, this is such a bad drabble, I hope you understand what I mean😭😭😭)

Please let me know your opinions on this pov so that I can improve!

LOVE YOU ALL COD LUVVIES!!!💟💞💝💖💗

Special thanks to @simonriley09 for replying to each of my irritating messages and request! Ilysm💗💝💟💞💓��💟💞

[cokoweee]

COKO. Dude. This latest update- Holy MONKEY FEATHERS.

Let’s begin cause there’s a LOT TO COVER HEHEHEH~

Firstly

LOOK AT THIS MAN’S EXPRESSION. Just- FRIGGIN LOOK AT IT. He’s blushing, he’s tense, he’s confused and flattered and weirded out, and happy- This man don’t know what emotions are and he just got hit by a truck full of them.

And AGAIN- KENDRA IS COMPLETELY INEBRIATED- She will most likely not even REMEMBER THIS MOMENT- Will Donnie tell her? Will this be a hilarious story that causes an argument later down the lines in their marriage?

WHO KNOWS. 🤷‍♀️ And it DOESN’T END THERE-

Not ONLY is Donnie flying through the five stages of grief like a boss level mini game- but Kendra, even in her drunken state, noticed that Donnie had that dumb makeup on him to cover up his markings for the party. And she just- gently- caresses his cheek to wipe it off.

Yeah, Donnie’s gonna die from either too much happiness or being way too flustered. Either way-

Awwwwwwwwww 💜

NEXT.

Despite being completely paralyzed in fear love, Donnie’s gaze quickly makes its way to where Big Mama and Frida are. And what does he see that gives him this horrified of an expression?

OH- SHEEEELLLLLL NO.

So, like the reasonable turtle mutant Donnie is, he gingerly picks up Kendra and leaves the party.

Also can we just study this anatomy for a second cause GUYS- as an artist myself this kind of posing and proportions is NOT EASY TO DO. So-

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

WELL DONE, COKO!!!!!

Ok, so after they make their way back to their room, Donnie plops Kendra into bed. We’ve seen this before- he’s never gentle, literally throwing her and it’s absolutely hilariou-

… Expectation SUBVERSION- the SWEETEST I’ve ever seen. 🥹 Donnie’s being so gentle with her what the HECK DJFUJWVXMISUDHWBSUW I adore these two- they love each other so much- caring for each other despite their qualms and history- AAAAAA ITS SO GOOOOOOD!!!

And now that Kendra is safe and away from Big Mamas prying eyes, Donnie has time to ABSOLUTELY FREAK OUT.

THIS DUDE went from feeling nothing to feeling EVERYTHING. And we get to watch and die laughing at his expense~ *WHEEEEEEZE*

This dude is totally broken HAAAA

Alright- with emotions and feelings and imagination WAY TOO HIGH, Donnie tries to distract himself.

The comedy in this chapter is just top tier~ I was at work when I read it the first time, and I broke out laughing and wheezing. (So grateful I work alone HA)

And just when Donnie thinks he’s in the clear-

*Chaos Gremlin chortling sounds* Coko, you absolute GENIUS- HAHAHAHA- I love that you simply allow the audience to imagine what Donnie saw- No one needs to outright say it, we all just know. And it’s utterly hilarious.

Donnie’s never gonna recover from that brain poof- You can just see all of his brain cells and bad boy image DISSOLVE in an instant at such a sight. 🤣 HIS HAIR EVEN CURLED UP- HIS EYES ARE BUGGING OUT- HAHAHA THIS DUDE’S brain went from dead to running a marathon in a MILLISECOND.

Alright, I think this has gotten long enough, so I’ll stop there. 😅 Amazing work, Coko!!! I am VERY excited to see what happens next!

~ Melissa

AUUUGGHHH ill never tire of these asks pointing out the little things cause yall almost always get like 80% of the lil things i slap in updates

THANKS FOR SEEING MY EFFORT IN THAT PANEL! THAT ANATOMY WAS A BITCH.

While sketching the update I may have been watching some goofy shows and movies so influence from those was high. Figuring out ways to show without showing what was going on took longer than expected but HEY! YALL GOT THE IDEA SO SWAG.

If my shoulder stops hurting I might have the next update by morning. Im gettin a lil too excited for what’s next. Already picked an emoji for the next chapter thing

[newkatzkafe2023]

So for a part 2 for the courtnapping, how would the others react to the monkeys being courtnapped?

THIS IS THE GENDERBEND VERSION😊

(Lmk Wukong) Mk was heading to flower fruit mountain for another day of training until she saw something that made her jaw drop. she saw a WHOLE ASS MANSION next to Wukong's little house and saw that the baby monkeys got a bunch of new baby and kids toys to play with hell their was even a playground. Mk ran inside to see a bunch of expensive furniture, and she ran in the halls to see multiple paintings and photos, some of Wukong and some of a another tall male Monkey and the rest of them was Wukong and the man AKA you together. That's when she found Wukong sitting in a Jacuzzi making out with the same man in the pictures

(Wukong)(kissing) Oh💛 Huh? OH MK HEY I forgot you were coming 😅

(Mk)...................Who is that????😦

(Wukong) Oh this is M/n he's my new husband💛

Mk was at an extreme loss at the info she was given, Wukong then told her that she was courtnapped a few months back, but it was love at first sight for you both and that's all that matters to Mk.

(NR Wukong) Li and Stu were dumbfounded, the young couple hadn't seen Wukong in a few weeks just to see her dressed up in even more expensive clothing they both ever seen. You and Wukong have gotten back from shopping downtown where you gave her your blackcard and told her to go crazy and she purchased whatever caught her eye no matter how expensive it was.

(Li) uhh what do you got there🤨?

(Wukong) a smoothie😊🥤

(Stu) She means the rich guy next to you😑

(Wukong) Oh my new husband 🥰

(Li and Stu) YOUR WHAT?!?!?!?!?

Then Wukong cheerfully explained to the couple, about meeting you at a fancy nightclub and how you rocked her world. How You would spoiled her rotten and she was just madly in love with you. Meanwhile Li and Stu just sat in shock as you sat and typed away on your phone but smile when she spoke about you.

(HIB Wukong) She still needs to get used to this whole courtnapping thing, especially when the children now live with you as well. You wasted no time spoiling Silly Boy and Luier with whatever they wanted, even giving them a fat wad of cash as so-called pocket money. Meanwhile was just dumbfounded on how she could be so calm in this situation, and she would think this would make her uncomfortable.

(Pigsy) soooo how did you guys meet😐

(Wukong) Well it all started at the marketplace🥺

Wukong continues to explained your meeting with her, and bought her to your home promising to provide for her and the children. Which you did in an infinite way she could never imagine.

(MKR Wukong) The pilgrims and the monk look like deer in the headlights, Wukong was gone for a week and now she came back. The small group had many questions for Wukong before somebody came from behind Wukong and their jaw touch the floor. Soon their was a tall male Monkey with a expensive looking battle armor holding a large duffel bag with him.

(MKR Wukong) Master tang this is M/n he's new fiancée, we plan to get married at the end of the journey

(pilgrims)...............EXCUSE US?!?!?

Wukong then continued to explain what happened to the men about how you both met and your whole courtnapping ritual and about what happened at your mansion, and the battle that happened between the two of you. meanwhile you doted on fruity as you immediately saw her as a daughter to spoil rotten too.

(Netflix Wukong) Lin was very worried about his sister-figure Wukong, I mean He knew Wukong could take care of herself but he still loves and cares about her. Until he was invited by her to her new home, which confused him greatly but when he saw it was from Wukong he headed over looking for an explanation. Dragon queen following close behind and that's when they saw her in front of a whole FREAKING CASTLE!!! The saw Netflix with cucumbers on her eyes as a servant messaging her face, shocking Lin and Making dragon queen super jealous. Wukong felt a presence and move one of the cucumbers to see Lin and Dragon queen.....

(Wukong) OH GUYS YOU MADE IT!!!😎

(Lin) What....is going on......here😧

(Wukong) Oh Lin get this I was courtnapped a few weeks ago and now I have an new fiancée

(Dragon Queen) YOU WERE WHAT?!?!?!?

Lin was perplexed from the whole situation, but after an quick explanation on demon Customs from Dragon queen he now understood, long story short Wukong is now a trophy Fiance but is loved and cherished by you dearly.

(BMW Wukong) The celestial court was on Edge. The monkey queen hadn't made a peep in months. Their wasn't an incident, altercation, or anything hell, not even Erlang had heard from the Monkey girl. It didn't take long for her to be assigned to figure out what Wukong was up too so with her all seeing eye she found Wukong, she was on FFM alright but THEIR WAS A HUGE MANOR BUILT ON THERE! Erlang immediately headed down. She quickly found Wukong sunbathing and drinking expensive wine with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes

(Wukong) What are you doing on my mountain Erlang???😎🍷

(Erlang)(unmoving) Monkey what is all this, What have you done here???

(Wukong) Oh haven't you heard I'm married now, my husband is moving into the mountain this mouth🙄

(Erlang) You what now???🫨

Wukong proceeded to explain how she was courtnapped about a year ago, but she found us to be interesting so You know the whole song in dance and now you're married. Erlang meanwhile was buffering like never before, Even With her three eyes , she did not see this coming at all😲.

(Destined one) Poor Auntie Bajie was worried sick about D.O, she was looking everywhere for the young female monkey but it was a dead end. Bajie felt all hope was lost until she heard news of a pair of monkeys getting married and ran to where she heard the rumors. That's when she saw the destined one reading a book, as their were curlers in her head, as she sat with a cup of tea and a servant scrubbing her feet.

(Bajie) THERE YOU ARE NIECE, I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU, CAN'T EVEN LEAVE A NOTE AND JUST DISAPPEAR......also What is all this????🤔🤨

The destined one just showed Bajie her Beautiful wedding ring with a ridiculously large and expensive rock on it. Bajie's jaw dropped at this and she finally noticed you next to the destined one surrounded by more servents as you ate peaches while getting your long fur brushed. Bajie then Put two and two together and was honestly shocked and impressed that the destined one went out and found a rich husband.

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[allfortheslay25]

i’m reading tsc for the first time (kept putting it off 😬😅) and i just was thinking about the deal neil made with ichiro and was curious how milo would be involved or uninvolved in that deal. cause like i imagine riko and possibly kengo would just want to make life hell for the sweet baby and make perfect court #2, try to take him as their “property” too, and/or something else stupid along those lines. but i don’t think ichiro would care as much, but idk i’m curious how it goes in the miloverse

Spoilers for We’ll Both Be Fine

When Riko comes across Milo, he’s nothing but a tool to manipulate Neil. But that is until Milo makes the mistake of insulting the Raven’s play, proving his high intelligence and his knack for exy. Riko now wants Milo just as much as he wants Kevin and Neil back and he believes he’s entitled to it too.

Kengo is unaware of Milo since Riko is stingy enough to keep it to himself. He likes being the only one knowing the secret, not even Tetsuji knew until Neil left the nest after winter break.

Word only spreads around when Riko makes the mistake of pulling strings to get Nathan out of prison and making a single comment that ‘you can do anything to Nathaniel but keep the little one alive’ leading Nathan to believe Mary had a second child. Ichirou is smarter than that and pieces it all together by the time Neil makes a deal with him.

The conversation goes a lot like this;

Ichirou: Aren’t you forgetting someone?

Neil, a liar: No

Ichirou: So the boy is just free do to as he pleases?

Neil: He has nothing to do with this. I can’t make an heir for either branch so he’s nothing to you or your family.

Ichirou: You’re right🤷‍♀️ Idgaf anyway

However Ichirou won’t hesitate to mess with Milo as a reminder to Neil. He does occasionally throughout Milo’s childhood but it’s just on the edge of being not a big deal because Neil would tear down the Moriyamas if they so much as put a scratch on his son. (Ex, Ichirou once sent Milo a couple birthday gifts, one of which was an array of expensive cooking tools, a package that came with a knife set. A butcher knife set.)

You’ll actually get to see a what if situation just like that in the Collections fic once WBBF is over :)

But overall there is no deal for Milo because making a deal for Milo means he’s in it now and he’s apart of that world. Neil didn’t want him tied to anything so he pushed Ichirou as far as he could and Ichirou let him since torturing children is Riko’s thing not his.

[muiitoloko]

The Barber, the Boy, and the Bloody Disaster

Summary: Frank just wanted a peaceful trim, but between his army mates, a mischievous five-year-old, and one very expensive mistake, he finds himself in a battle he never saw coming.

Pairing: Frank Benson × Fem! Reader & OC

Warnings: Strong Language

Author's Notes: I wrote this a while ago after reading an article about British slang, but I never felt like the story was good enough to post. However, I decided to share it now since I'm out of new ideas. 😅

Also read on Ao3

Frank came down the stairs with his usual heavy steps, his boots thudding against the wood as he tugged on his coat. He barely glanced in your direction as he called out, his deep baritone carrying through the house.

"I'm going to the barber!"

You, standing in the kitchen, pouring yourself a well-earned cup of tea, barely looked up from your mug. "Take Thomas with you."

Frank stopped mid-stride, turning his head toward you with an expression of mild horror. "What? No." His face scrunched, hazel eyes narrowing. "Absolutely not."

"Absolutely yes," you countered, finally meeting his gaze as you set your mug down.

Frank let out a low, grumbling sigh, but before he could argue further, Thomas's delighted cheer cut through the room. The five-year-old scrambled up from where he'd been sprawled on the living room floor, his tiny cars forgotten as he rushed toward his father.

"I'm going to the barber with you, Daddy?" His hazel eyes, so much like Frank’s, gleamed with excitement as he bounced on his toes.

Frank turned back to you, lowering his voice as Thomas eagerly tugged on his coat sleeve. "He's five," he muttered. "He's going to talk the whole time. And touch things. And—bloody hell, he might even move."

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer until you were within arm’s reach. "Frank, take your son with you. I need time to myself." You jabbed a finger against his chest, ignoring the way he scowled. "I need a break. Just an hour, maybe two."

Frank sighed again, long and dramatic, but you caught it in your mouth before he could let it out fully, pressing your lips against his in a firm, lingering kiss. His grumbling faded instantly, replaced with the sound of his breath hitching, his lips parting just slightly against yours as his hands instinctively found your waist.

Then—

"Ew!"

Thomas made a sound of utter disgust, his small hands covering his eyes. "Stop it! That's gross!"

Frank chuckled against your lips before pulling away, turning to his son with a smirk. "You'll survive," he muttered before reaching down and taking the boy’s tiny hand in his.

Thomas, still grimacing, wiped his palm on his pants, looking as if he had just been subjected to the most horrifying sight known to man.

Frank sighed again—properly this time—and gave you one last deadpan look. "You're going to owe me for this."

You smiled sweetly. "I'll make your favorite for dinner."

Frank grunted, leading Thomas toward the door. "At least that’s something."

As he opened the door, he glanced down at his son. "Now listen to me, lad. You’re going to sit still, behave, and under no circumstances are you to climb onto the barber’s chair before I say so. Understood?"

Thomas nodded vigorously. "Yes, Daddy!"

Frank exhaled, muttering something under his breath before they stepped outside, walking toward the car, father and son together. You watched them go, finally taking a deep breath, savoring the silence that had suddenly settled over the house.

One hour. Maybe two. Just enough time to enjoy a cup of tea in peace.

Maybe.

Frank fastened Thomas securely into his car seat, the little boy kicking his legs excitedly as he hummed some nonsense tune to himself. Frank gave the straps one final tug, ensuring they were snug but not uncomfortable, before stepping back with a small huff.

“Sit still,” he muttered, adjusting his coat as he moved to the driver’s seat.

“Yes, Daddy,” Thomas chirped, gripping his toy car in his hands.

Frank climbed in, adjusting the rearview mirror before his gaze flicked briefly to his son. He shook his head with a quiet chuckle. Seven years ago, I wouldn’t have believed this.

Seven years ago, he had been a widowed soldier, barely living beyond the next mission, his days defined by operations, strategies, and a crushing, self-imposed solitude. He had told himself that was all he needed, that the army was his home, that love—true, raw, terrifying love—was something that had been taken from him for good.

And now? Now he was a married man, with a five-year-old boy in the backseat, humming happily while gripping a tiny metal car like it was his most prized possession.

Frank sighed, shaking his head again, but there was a smile on his lips as he turned the key in the ignition. The car rumbled to life, and he pulled out onto the road, making his way to the barber he had been frequenting for years. The shop was an old one, tucked into a quiet street, the kind of place where men came not just for haircuts but for routine, for familiarity, for the camaraderie that only places like this could provide.

The moment Frank pushed open the door, a familiar scent of shaving cream, hair tonic, and cheap aftershave greeted him. The low buzz of clippers filled the space, mixing with the deep voices of men talking absolute nonsense.

And then—

“Well, if it isn’t the Queen’s favorite lapdog,” a voice drawled from the side, thick with amusement.

Frank’s eyes flicked over to where two old army friends sat in the waiting chairs, both retired now, both looking far more relaxed than Frank ever did. He smirked, stepping inside as Thomas clung to his hand, looking around with wide, curious eyes.

“Look at you two lazy bastards,” Frank quipped, shrugging off his coat. “How’s civilian life treating you? Arses getting softer by the day, I imagine.”

The men barked out laughs, one of them—Reggie—grinning as he leaned back in his chair. “Oh, fuck off, Benson. Not all of us want to be stuck in uniform forever. Some of us enjoy having time to drink and shag without the MOD breathing down our necks.”

Frank snorted. “Right. Because your wife is just dying to have you home all day, Reggie.”

Reggie smirked, unfazed. “Better than yours, mate. She stuck you with the kid today?”

Frank glanced down at Thomas, who was already climbing into an empty chair, swinging his legs, toy car clutched tight in his small hands.

“Yeah,” Frank grumbled, rubbing his temple. “Apparently, she ‘needed a break.’ So now, here we are.” He glanced at his son. “Behave.”

Thomas nodded, eyes bright, before turning his attention to the shop, observing everything with silent fascination.

“Right,” Frank exhaled, stepping toward the barber’s chair. His usual barber—Giorgio, a burly Italian man with arms like tree trunks—was already waiting for him, a scowl firmly in place.

“You old bastard,” Giorgio grumbled, crossing his arms. “Haven’t seen you in weeks. What, you trying to look like a yeti?”

Frank rolled his eyes as he sat down, tilting his head back slightly. “You look like you still take it up the arse, but I don’t comment on it.”

Reggie and the other men burst into laughter, but Giorgio merely scoffed, draping the cape over Frank’s broad shoulders. “Watch your mouth, you wrinkled fuck. You’ve got a kid with you.”

Frank arched a brow. “Since when do you care about manners?” He gestured vaguely. “I’ve heard you curse out entire bloodlines over a bad fade.”

Giorgio shrugged, combing through Frank’s hair. “I’ve got standards.”

“Right,” Frank muttered dryly. “Tell that to the poor bastards who leave here looking like they lost a fight with a lawnmower.”

Giorgio grunted, flicking on the clippers. “Keep talking, and I’ll leave you looking like an albino hedgehog.”

Frank huffed, leaning back, letting the familiar buzz of the clippers do their work. The conversation flowed around him, men cursing and talking absolute bollocks, trading insults like currency.

The buzz of the clippers hummed steadily as Giorgio worked through Frank’s hair, muttering to himself in thickly accented Italian about how Frank never sat still, how his head was too damn big, how he had the patience of a goat. Frank ignored him, his focus on the easy flow of conversation—until his son, perched in the chair beside him, suddenly spoke up.

“Daddy,” Thomas piped up, his small voice carrying through the shop, “what’s a shag?”

The room froze.

Frank choked on air, his body jerking forward as his eyes widened in horror. Giorgio swore loudly in Italian as the clippers veered off-course.

“Porca troia!” Giorgio barked, glaring at Frank as he grabbed his head roughly to steady him. “Cazzo! You just fucked up your own fade, you stupid bastard!”

But Frank barely registered it, his brain still short-circuiting as he turned to his son with wide, panicked eyes. “What did you just say?” His voice cracked slightly.

Thomas blinked innocently, swinging his legs. “Shag. Reggie said it.” He turned to the man in question, who was now shaking silently with laughter, face buried behind his newspaper. “What does it mean?”

Frank shot Reggie a murderous glare. “You absolute wanker.”

Reggie, still grinning like the devil himself, held up his hands in mock innocence. “Don’t look at me, mate. I didn’t tell him to repeat it.”

Frank exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. His son was five. Five. And here he was, casually picking up some of the filthiest words in the English language like he was absorbing them through osmosis.

Thomas, however, was undeterred. “So? What does it mean?”

Frank groaned, shifting in his seat as Giorgio grabbed his head again and forcibly tilted it back to fix his mistake. “It—” He hesitated, scrambling for a child-friendly explanation that wouldn’t scar his son for life. “It means… uh… to, um—”

“To dance,” Reggie supplied, grinning wickedly.

Frank’s eyes snapped to him. “Don’t.”

Thomas tilted his head. “Like at a party?”

Frank was about to nod—yes, absolutely, let’s go with that, son, good lad—when Reggie, the arsehole, snorted and muttered, “Well, sometimes it happens at parties.”

Frank shot him a withering glare. “I will put you through this fucking window.”

Reggie cackled, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, Giorgio, still furious, gave Frank’s ear a sharp flick. “Stop moving, stronzo! You’re making me ruin my own damn work.”

Frank grunted but complied, his patience running thin as he turned back to his son, voice dropping into something firm. “Right. Listen to me, lad. You do not say that word. Ever. Not at school. Not at home. Nowhere.”

Thomas frowned. “But you said it.”

Frank sighed, rubbing his temple. “What I say in the barber’s, stays in the barber’s. It’s a rule. Like in the army.”

Thomas blinked. “Like top secret missions?”

Frank nodded. “Exactly. Classified information. And do you know what happens when someone breaks a rule like that?”

Thomas shook his head.

Frank leaned in slightly, lowering his voice into something conspiratorial. “They get sent to… Mummy.”

The horror on Thomas’s face was immediate. “Oh.”

Frank smirked. “Yeah. And we definitely don’t want that, do we?”

Thomas, now wide-eyed, shook his head fervently. “No, Daddy.”

Frank chuckled, ruffling the boy’s hair. “Good lad.”

Reggie snorted, flipping a page of his newspaper. “Christ, you’re raising a little soldier.”

Frank smirked, leaning back in the chair as Giorgio finally finished his work, stepping back with a huff. “That’s the bloody plan.”

The laughter and easy camaraderie of the barbershop lingered even as Giorgio dusted off the last remnants of cut hair from Frank’s shoulders. Thomas, now fully settled into his role as the shop’s youngest and most charming patron, had won over every last man in the room. He had spent the last half-hour eagerly soaking up all the nonsense conversations, interrupting only to throw in his own surprisingly sharp observations.

Frank sighed, rolling his shoulders as he studied himself in the mirror. Same cut, same damn cut he’d had for years. He ran a hand through his short white hair, narrowing his hazel eyes at his reflection.

“This is shite,” he declared flatly.

Giorgio scoffed, crossing his arms. “It’s the same cut you always get, Benson.”

“Exactly,” Frank grumbled, squinting at the sides. “Still looks like shite.”

“Maybe it’s the face, not the cut,” Reggie quipped from the waiting area, earning a chorus of chuckles from the others.

Frank shot him a glare before turning back to Giorgio. “How much?”

“Ten quid.”

Frank let out an exaggerated huff, digging into his wallet with slow, deliberate annoyance. “Bloody expensive. You keep raising the price. I swear, I’m going to find a new barber.”

Giorgio threw up his hands. “Madonna! You tight-arsed bastard, it’s been ten quid for fifteen years! You know how much everything else has gone up? You should be thanking me!”

Frank smirked—just slightly—before handing over the money. He slid his wallet back into his coat and buttoned it up, shaking his head. “Robbery, that’s what this is.”

“Go fuck yourself, Benson,” Giorgio muttered, but there was no real heat behind it.

Frank chuckled, ruffling Thomas’s hair. “Come on, lad, before Giorgio starts crying about it.”

Thomas, grinning ear to ear, waved enthusiastically to the men in the shop. “Bye! Thanks for teaching me new words!”

Frank stiffened.

Reggie choked on his drink, Giorgio muttered something in thick Italian, and the rest of the barbershop erupted into howling laughter.

Frank placed a firm hand on his son’s shoulder, steering him quickly toward the door. “Right. That’s enough of that.”

With a final smirk thrown Giorgio’s way, he stepped out into the cold afternoon air, Thomas skipping happily beside him, completely unaware of the impending doom his father now faced.

When they got home, you were already waiting at the door. The moment you saw them, your eyes softened, and a warm smile spread across your lips.

“Welcome back, my loves.”

Thomas ran to you immediately, wrapping his little arms around your waist. You bent down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, inhaling the comforting scent of his shampoo.

Frank watched from a few steps away, hands in his coat pockets, that same small, private smile tugging at his lips. You had this way about you—something he could never quite explain but never wanted to be without.

You pulled back slightly, running a hand through Thomas’s hair. “You were a good boy for Daddy?”

Thomas nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Mummy! I made new friends! And I learned new words!”

You arched a brow, glancing up at Frank, who was already making his way toward the stairs, suddenly very interested in leaving the room.

“What kind of words?” you asked slowly.

Thomas beamed. “Shag.”

Frank’s foot froze on the bottom step.

Silence.

Then—

“Franklin Benson!”

Frank closed his eyes, exhaling through his nose. Dead. He was a dead man walking.

You straightened, placing your hands on your hips, your gaze locked onto the back of his head like a sniper lining up a shot. “What the hell have you been teaching our son?!”

Frank turned slightly, face the very picture of reluctant guilt. “Technically, I didn’t teach him anything.”

“Oh, technically?” You took a slow step forward.

Frank cleared his throat, adjusting his coat, debating whether making a run for it would be undignified.

Thomas, still blissfully unaware of the nuclear fallout about to occur, looked between the two of you with a toothy grin. “Daddy said it was classified information! Like a top-secret mission!”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, did he?”

Frank could feel the heat of your glare burning a hole through his very soul.

“I am going to kill you,” you announced, voice eerily calm.

Frank nodded once, then turned back toward the stairs. “Right, I’ll be upstairs.”

“The fuck you will, Benson!”

Thomas gasped. “Mummy said a bad word!”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!”

Frank, knowing damn well that survival meant retreat, took the stairs two at a time, calling over his shoulder, “Lad, if you want to live, stay down there!”

You stormed after him, voice echoing through the house. “Franklin Benson! Get your arse back down here!”

Frank, already shutting the bedroom door behind him, muttered under his breath, “Should’ve let Giorgio botch my haircut. Would’ve been a less painful way to die.”

[thanksbutno98]

What You Deserve

John Price x fem!reader OC

Authors Note: So I was writing part two of the fic where Indy gets kidnapped and got side tracked by this idea. I still have multiple things in the works so hopefully I’ll be getting more stuff out quickly! Please be patient 😅

Warnings: sexual harassment, unwanted groping, swearing, mentions of violence, blood, bullying, not edited.

Summary: Once again John Price finds himself in the headmasters office due to one of his children facing expulsion.

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“Mr. Price, thank you for joining us.”

Entering the large office the smell of oak and leather polish hung in the air. Headmaster Taylor was sat at his large mahogany desk, elbow resting on the shiny surface, with his name placard sat in front of him proudly on display. The ostentatious desk had a pile of neatly stacked papers off to the side and a single pen that looked to be just as expensive as the watch John wore.

Mr. Taylor was an older gentleman who was clearly approaching his seventies. It was obvious due to the sunken wrinkles on his forehead and the prominent crows feet by his auburn eyes. He had a wisp of grey hair that was combed over his shiny head and pale skin that looked almost sickly; it was decorated in age spots on his neck and forehead. Mr. Taylor wore a tweed olive suit that fit just right and had a maroon pocket square neatly folded and put in place.

John immediately felt underdressed, showing up in military grade camouflage trousers and an army green t-shirt neatly tucked in. His dusty boots had no business stepping foot on this expensive ruby red rug. If he had time to go home and change he would have but unfortunately he had gotten the call from his daughter’s school while on base. He awkwardly had to excuse himself from a briefing to come deal with whatever Evelyn got herself into now. John wished he could have had you come instead but you were too busy with your own work to be able to step away.

John couldn’t help but sigh heavily seeing his fifteen year old daughter sat with her arms crossed over her chest and that signature scowl she inherited from you. Evelyn was dressed in her school uniform and had her powder pink book bag tossed haphazardly on the floor beside her.

Beside Evelyn to her left was an empty chair meant for John. About three feet away were two more wooden chairs occupied by a man about John’s age and another student.

When John received the call while on base that his daughter was involved in a fist fight at school he wasn’t sure if he should be surprised or not. Evelyn was a spit fire who never backed down. Hell, Jj learned at a young age getting into a scrap with her would end up with him having a bloody nose or a bite mark that would last for days. The girl fought dirty and John wasn’t sure if he should be proud or scold her for it.

The most shocking aspect of entering the headmasters office was the fact the person Evelyn had gotten into a fist fight with was a boy her age or maybe a few years older. John had imagined a cat fight with hair pulling and cursing about some boy they wouldn’t give a damn about in two years. John took in the sight of the young man with wavy black hair, reddish pale skin, and built like a linebacker. The most notable feature was the ice pack pressed to the boys nose and the dried blood that decorated the cloth it was held in. It seemed to have dripped down his white uniform button up shirt, showing just how hard Evelyn hit him.

The boy looked like a deer in head lights seeing that the girl he pissed off had a dad in the military who looked like he could rip his arms off and beat him with them. John liked that he had that effect, the boy looked like he was about to piss his pants.

Next to the young man was who John assumed to be the boys father. He looked angrier than John thought appropriate and was shooting daggers at John’s little girl. This man too had black wavy hair with a shiny bald spot right in the back and a similar complexion.

“What’s this all about.” John asked sounding almost defeated. He had to admit raising teenagers was significantly harder than when his children were younger. Whoever told him the teenage phase was easier lied to him.

���I’ll tell you what happened! You’re heathen of a daughter broke my sons nose!” The words were venomous and accusatory.

The unnamed man turned abruptly in his chair to face John who was still standing by the door he had just shut. The man’s arm was outstretched and pointing straight at Evelyn. It was all a bit dramatic for John so he cocked an eyebrow and looked at the man as if he were pathetic. The look clearly riled up the man even more and John swore he saw him turn a shade of red.

“Now, Mr. Smith-“

“Yeah and he bloody deserved it! He got what was coming to him!” Evelyn shouted right back not intimidated at all by the man John’s age. Her father’s presence seemed to have given her some courage, before John had gotten there she had refused to speak.

“Okay, enough.” John said calmly bringing his hand out slightly to signal Evelyn to cool it and sitting in the chair next to hers.

Evelyn looked at John with frustration and he could see a wildfire blazing in her icy eyes. In that moment John knew the boy got off pretty light with a broken nose considering the rage his daughter was holding back. Evelyn looked like the spitting image of you when you were ready to tear someone to shreds and John appreciated that your tenacity had rubbed off on the girl.

“Mr. Price, your daughter has assaulted Leo and now both are facing suspension or even expulsion unless we can come to an understating.” The squirly like tone of Mr. Taylors voice only seemed to add to the tension in the room.

“Why, the hell is my boy facing anything!? He was attacked! Sucker punched, by that disgusting-“ Mr. Smith was interrupted by John’s thick and commanding voice as it rumbled from the depth of his chest. He tried not to yell in this man’s face, although his patience was running thin.

“I suggest you watch your mouth. That’s my daughter you’re talking about and I’ll show you exactly where she learned how to punch if you insult her one more time.” John was confident yet calm as he spoke; but his threat was sincere. A dead silence enveloped the room as the gravity of one parent threatening another sunk in.

“We can’t have you threatening another parent Mr. Price!” Mr. Taylor sputtered out, exasperated.

“How about you tell me what happened Evie? And then I can determine if a threat is necessary.” John completely ignored the headmasters correction to his behavior, going as far as to physically wave him off.

Turning, John gave his daughter his undivided attention and motioned with his right hand for her to tell her side. She turned her attention from glaring at the headmaster to her father, arms still crossed over her chest and eyebrows knit together.

“Leo thinks it’s funny to grope the girls in my year whenever he pleases. He’s done it countless times and we’ve all complained about it. So he slipped his hand under my skirt and grabbed my ass and then went to grab my chest. So I broke his nose.” Evelyn said calmly looking John in the eyes. She then leaned forward so she could look Leo dead in the eyes as she spoke again.

“It’s what you deserve and I’d do it again. You slimy little pricked twat.” John swore he could hear himself speaking as his daughter opened her mouth and chose to insult the boy. It made it easier not to blow his lid since his daughter was doing the shit talking for him.

John’s mustache twitched as he held himself together. Swallowing the rage of hearing his daughter recount being sexually harassed and choosing to stay calm. This was where he needed to lead by example and show his eldest daughter restraint can get results a lot quicker than allowing one’s temper to take over. It was something he had learned through his job but mostly was taught to him by you.

Shaking his head John waved his hand again signaling Evelyn to stop with the foul language and she did. There was no doubt in her mind her father had her back and now was the part she got to sit back and watch the show.

“What is wrong with you!” The boys father erupted only to be cut off by Evelyn.

“Your precisions little off spring is a pervert that’s what’s wrong!” Evelyn shouted right back.

“Enough, Evie.” John spoke firmly then patted his daughter shoulder and lightly guided her to sit back in her chair. His calmness was somewhat alarming to Evelyn. She honestly thought her father would freak out and go on a war path after finding out what happened.

“Mr. Taylor it’s obvious this girl is violent and that’s encouraged by her father. Leo said he didn’t do anything only asked this girl on a date. Which I don’t see why a low class girl caught his attention but that’s beside the point. There’s no proof of what she’s accusing him of. I want her expelled. And she’s lucky we don’t call the police for assault!” Mr. Smith ended his tangent with a threat that officially had John’s blood boiling. For a split second John imagined picking up his chair and smashing it over the guy. But chose not to. Instead he stayed calm and collected and would fantasize about beating the guy senseless instead.

“Listen, if you want to get the police involved, so be it. We’ll have to make a report of sexual harassment on school grounds. Evie, those girls willing to give statements?” John glanced at his daughter who shook her head adamantly.

“Absolutely.” Evelyn continued to stare down the headmaster who seemed to be catching on to what John was getting at.

“Good, so we’ll have multiple witnesses corroborating your statement. We’ll also be filing a report against you Mr. Taylor for attempting to expel a student who was only defending herself when being inappropriately groped under your watch. I’ll also mention how you have done little to help facilitate this conversation. A complaint like that’s going to cause a lot of trouble considering you’re being reviewed soon?” John smacked his knees and stood, his threats being subtle yet clear as day.

“W-wait! We can speak about this Mr. Price. There’s no need to uproot a young man’s life for a small mistake!” Mr. Taylor stood, his rolling chair knocking into the windowsill behind him. He knew just how far the word of a man in the military could go. John motioned with his head for Evelyn to follow and she was quick to grab her school bag and follow behind her father.

She shot a smug grin to Leo and his father who were both gobsmacked at the turn of events.

“There’s nothing to speak on Mr. Taylor. An apology to my daughter is in order and at the very least suspension is due to the young man. Although I suggest expulsion. Not that my daughter hasn’t already taught him a lesson but still, it’s best he have this on his academic record. That way universities know just the kind of sexual misconduct to expect. And I’m quite positive they won’t want a liability like him walking around and neither should you.” John smiled politely and opened the door for him and his daughter. He paused for a second and added one last thing.

“And expect a call from my wife. She’ll be a lot less pleasant to speak with.” John left with a smug grin after taking Evelyn’s pink school bag so she didn’t have to carry it.

Stepping out of the headmasters office John’s mind wandered back to the day he pulled Jj out of his school back when he was a little boy. No part of John wanted to uproot his little girl but keeping her in an environment like this didn’t sit well. John was quick to turn to his daughter who now stood just above his shoulder. Taking his right hand he placed it on Evelyns shoulder and looked at her through his eyebrows. The smug look from before had washed off his face and been replaced by worry.

“Are you okay?” John asked quietly as to not draw anymore attention from the secretary who was clearly trying her best not to listen in.

“Yeah. Just upset someone grabbed me like that and I was made to feel like it was my fault.” Evelyn’s gaze was cast off to the side, a pink tint warming her cheeks having to discuss something like this with her father. She would much prefer to talk to you about this and was looking forward to your advice later.

“You did the right thing and hopefully that ‘little pricked twat’ will think twice before messing with you or any other girl.” John used Evelyn’s own insult to hopefully difuse some of the tension and it did. Her face cracked into a small smile and she quickly and roughly stepped forward to hug her dad around his middle. John chuckled and wrapped his not so little girl up in a hug and placed a quick kiss to the top of her head.

“C’mon let’s go catch that movie you’ve been going on about. You can get whatever you want for snacks.” John kept his arm around Evelyn for a moment longer as they made their way out of the building and to his car.

“Toss some peanut m&m’s into the popcorn?” Evelyn asked and got an approving nod from John.

His anger and disgust could wait for now. He’d get it all off his chest once he got home to you. Right now he needed to turn things around for his daughter and reward her for kicking ass.

“Thanks dad. Think mums going to freak when we tell her?” They both knew the answer was yes but still it brought smiles to both their faces imagining your reaction.

“Oh, absolutely! She’ll probably get a kick out of it too.” John deeply chuckled as he opened the passenger side door of his truck for Evelyn.

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“Did he cry!?” Lily let out a gasp as both her hands came and smacked the dinner table causing everyone’s plates to clang against the wood. She was now kneeling in her chair sapphire eyes locked on her big sister who she idolized.

You and John shared an amused look seeing how cool Lily thought her big sister was for standing up to a bully. John grabbed your hand under the table and squeezed it gently as you two shared similar wishes. This made you hopeful that Lily would be able to stand up for herself since she too was facing bullies at school but on a more consistent level.

It was currently dinner time in the Price household and you were all gathered around the kitchen table. John was sitting at the head of it with you to his right and Jj to his left. Next to Jj was Evelyn and across from her was their youngest sibling, Lily. Everyone had changed out of their work/school clothes into comfy lounge attire.

You were in leggings and John’s crew neck sweatshirt while he wore a matching one only his was black while yours was green. John had on grey sweat pants and Jj was dressed similarly only he had on dark blue plaid pajama pants. Evelyn was wearing a teal t-shirt and sleep shorts since you all planned to watch a movie together after dinner.

“Like a wuss.” Evelyn was playing up the dramatics seeing how enthralled her little sister was. A loud high pitched giggle erupted from Lily as she then brought her fists up as if she were boxing.

Lily was now nine and still looked like John. She had the same freckle on her nose, thick eyebrows, and chestnut brown hair. Her hair naturally had a beach wave to it and was freshly trimmed into a longer pixie cut, almost a bob, just how she liked. The strands came down just past the nape of her neck and she kept her bangs long enough they reached her jaw line. She would pin them back with a gold snap clip like she had tonight.

Lily was dressed is a loose knit, plum colored sweater and black leggings. She had on crazy socks that were teal blue and had tacos on them. Funky socks were her thing and John liked to joke her socks were louder than she could ever be.

It was true. Lily still to this day was a shy girl outside of the house. Hiding behind you or John if an unknown adult tried to speak to her. She even had trouble reading aloud in class. It was hard for you to see how painfully shy your youngest daughter was at times but John had the hardest time with it. Trying his hardest to help Lily break out of her shell which usually resulted in tears and bouts of resentment. It never lasted long since John usually broke into a softy seeing his youngest in distress.

But within the comfort of your home, Lily was loud, witty, silly, and an all round goofball. She was the only one who could get John to do things that normally would embarrass him beyond belief. Whether that be making up a cool new dance together or playing pretend and having John be the princess Lily was trying to save from the dungeons (John’s basement office.) John would never admit it to anyone that on multiple occasions he had worn a tiara while doing paper work just to appease his youngest daughter.

“Gave him a swift crack to the nose!” Lily bellowed throwing a punch, pretending to shadow box. In her haste she accidently punched your glass of water over and it slid forward knocking into Johns plate and spilling the contents straight onto it, water logging his dinner.

John blankly stared down at his half eaten dinner seeing how the water began to tint brown from the gravy. His potatoes and steak were ruined and all he could do was sigh heavily.

“Sorry!” Lily quickly exclaimed, practically climbing on you and grabbing the cup. She then took her napkin to start mopping up the mess but you guided her back into her seat with a chuckle.

“I’ve got it, eat your food and leave the punching to your sister.” You laughed through the words, petting Lily’s hair before cleaning up the spill.

“You’re on the other side of the table! How do you alway manage to ruins dad’s food.” Jj, now 17, was cackling at the mishap then coughing violently from inhaling bits of his food.

It was true that Lily had an unfortunate tendency to ruin whatever John was eating. From laughing so hard she whacked his icecream cone straight to the dirt or bringing him his dinner downstairs in his office only to trip and spill it all over the rug. She got her clumsiness from you and would get quite bashful due to it.

“I’m sorry, have mine.” Lily picked up her plate trying to had it down the table for John. The contents began to slip forward but Evelyn was quick enough to snatch the plate before Lily spilled it all over you.

“Such a clutz” Evelyn teased putting Lily’s plate back.

“It’s okay, your mum made extra.” John paused and looked at you.

“Right?” He asked.

“It’s by the stove.” You smiled, as John quickly got up to toss the ruined food and get more. You pinched his bottom when no one was looking, admiring the way his sweat pants hugged him perfectly.

“Think you’ll be able to stand up to those girls picking on you? If Evie can do it so can you.” Jj asked Lily who instantly became quiet.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” She whispered and went back to eating. Her chipper mood vanished as if she had a bucket of ice water poured over her.

“Lil, you gotta stand up for yourself at some point.” Jj tried to reason but it fell on deaf ears.

“Leave your sister be.” You said softly to Jj who backed off seeing how quickly his youngest sister shut down. You chose to ignore Evelyn rolling her eyes at your comment.

“Jj’s right you gotta stand up for yourself or it’ll keep happening. Just don’t break their nose unless they touch you first or else mum will have a freak out.” Evelyn tried to get her sister back to being involved but Lily stayed quiet and pushed her food around her plate.

“Evelyn, stop.” You said a little more firmly.

“Might do Lily some good to punch a bully in the face. Might just find yourself a shiny new backbone.” John looked at Lily expectantly as he sat back down with his fresh plate of food.

That seemed to be enough for the nine year old who huffed and shoved her chair backwards. Lily grabbed her plate and stormed over to the kitchen sink, where she put it gently and then stomped her way out of the kitchen. Jj and Evelyn were whispering about how dramatic she was being only to be hushed by you.

“Oi, I didn’t say you could leave the dinner table.” John called after her, looking down the hall but still cutting into his steak.

“M-my shiny new b-backbone said I-I could.” Lily could barely get the words out as she sprinted up the stairs crying.

“Nice one.” You mumbled with a sigh. Then getting up and going after your youngest.

“What did I do?” John said in utter disbelief, eyes trained on you as you sauntered out of the room.

“You’re all to blame.” You hissed over your shoulder only to be met with blank expression from your teenagers.

“Well, we’re in for it.” Jj sighed out.

“Yeah, but dad’s the most in trouble.” Evelyn’s snide remark had John pointing his fork that had a piece of steak on it at her.

“Watch yourself.”

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“Mr. Price thank you for joining us.”

Rain beat against the window pains of the small office as John entered. It smelled of lemon and breakfast tea. It was bright and neatly organized. The headteachers desk was a standard one, nothing fancy but filled with small plants that were well manicured and trinkets from past students.

John entered the headteachers office of his youngest daughter’s primary school with a heavy sigh. Two times in one week he had been called to pick up one of his daughters for fighting at school. Once again he was dressed in his cargo pants and a t-shirt that was neatly tucked in. Only this time he didn’t feel out of place. He couldn’t helped but wonder what the odds people on base believed him that he had a family emergency twice in one week.

The headteacher Mrs. Talbot was a very sweet no nonsense woman. She had ringlet jet black curls that went just past her shoulders and an olive complexion. She was young and new to the school but had done amazing fundraisers and events for the students. You and John both liked her a lot compared the previous headteacher.

Upon entering John noticed a mother and daughter were sat next to one another in two chairs off to the right. He recalled the woman from one of the bake sales you helped set up but couldn’t remember her name.

Lily on the other hand was sat in a chair with a vacant one to her left much like Evelyn had been a few days prior. Only this time Lily was the one with a bloody nose and ice pack pressed to it.

“Darling, are you okay? What happened?” John tried not to sound frantic as he made his way over to his youngest daughter quickly. He ignored the mother and daughter sitting side by side. The mothers name came to John in and instant. It was Clara, she looked remorseful while her daughter seemed upset beyond belief. The little girls face was twisted into a scowl and she had her cheeks puffed out, looking like they may just burst.

Squatting in front of Lily, John pulled her hand away to assess the damage. Lily’s nose was red, there was little swelling but didn’t look like it was broken. John could see she had been crying from how puffy her eyes were and her cheeks were still tear stained.

“What happened?” John demanded. Looking over his shoulder at the Mrs. Talbot who too shared his frustrated sentiment.

“Lily why don’t you tell your father.” Mrs. Talbot advised only to be met with Lily shaking her head ‘no.’

“Lily.” John said a bit forcefully making his daughter’s sapphire eyes go wide. She hated being scolded in any form but especially by John. Gulping down the insecurities she was feeling, Lily spoke softly.

“Susie snatched my comic book during lunch. I told her to stop, I swear I did. Then she knocked my lunch on the ground, squished my book in the mess, then poured my milk on it. Mum packed me a jam sandwich so my new books ruined. I said I’d break her nose if she didn’t stop like Evie told me to.” Lily then sighed deeply, almost seeming embarrassed by the last thing she had to say.

“So she punched me in the nose instead. Told me that’s what I get for trying to act tough.” The defeated expression Lily wore had John feeling even more sorry for his baby girl. Her lip quivered as she recounted the events during lunch trying her best not to burst out into tears again.

Even when she tried to stand up for herself she still got knocked down a peg. To be honest John was proud to even hear Lily spoke up for herself since that wasn’t like the young girl at all. But now he was scared that she would think standing up for herself would result in a punch to the face.

“Oh, Lily.” John sighed out still inspecting her bloodied nose. His large hand cradle her face for a moment scanning over her features feeling nothing but worry for her.

“Are you okay?” John followed up.

“Yeah, Evie hits harder.” Lily hiccuped.

They both thought back to the time Evelyn accidentally elbowed Lily in the nose while he and Lily tickled her. Lily’s nose had gushed blood much like it did earlier that day.

John turned his attention to Clara who was wringing her hands and watching them with apprehension. The disgusted look John gave her had her immediately apologizing. Waving her hands almost frantically as if that would help the situation.

“This will never happen again. I’m so sorry Lily, and Susie is too. Right?” The apologetic tone turned snappy as she silently told her daughter to apologize to Lily.

“No.” Susie spoke indignantly and avoided the gaze of all the adults.

With a heavy sigh John took a seat next to Lily and watched carefully as the headteacher mulled over the events. It was taking a lot of John’s self control not to flip out that his baby had gotten socked in the face; seeing that she was alright was the only thing keeping him calm. He also knew if he started shouting it would only further upset Lily.

“Susie, why don’t you like Lily? She’s a very kind girl even your teacher says she never gets in trouble and keeps to herself.” Mrs. Talbot sounded fed up and little did John know this was far from the first time Susie had wound up in the office for bullying.

“She’s weird.” Susie said exasperated.

“Susie, I didn’t raise you to be mean. Whats going on? You shouldn’t be picking on anyone yet you chose to do that to this perfectly nice girl.” Clara, Susie’s mother was beside herself not having any clue why her normally sweet child had been choosing to torment Lily.

“She acts like a boy! Reading comic books, liking science, even dresses like one! She doesn’t even have long hair it’s short like a boys!” The words had John speechless. This was the reason his daughter was getting picked on? It was because she wasn’t girly? So what, Lily liked having shorter hair and dressing like a tomboy, that wasn’t a reason to pick on her.

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Lily said a bit confused, grabbing at her locks.

“Everything! It’s gross that you want to be a boy!” Susie shot back.

“I dont wanna be a boy.” Again Lily spoke softly, feeling confused. Looking up at John silently asking him to explain why her appearance was a bad thing.

“Yes you do! Thats why you deserved to get punched in the face!” Susie snapped.

“Enough!” Mrs. Talbot gruffly interjected, being completely irate.

Lily’s eyes went wide at the outburst while John’s were narrowed. He was beyond pissed off to now be witness to the bullying but couldn’t find it in himself to yell at a child to knock it off. Clara was trying her best to calm her daughter down but it didn’t seem to be doing much.

“There’s zero tolerance for violence here, yes?” John asked the headteacher who sighed deeply.

“Yes, Mr. Price.” Mrs. Talbot shook her head looking quite angry at the situation.

“Then I think we have our resolution. If you don’t mind I don’t think my daughter deserves anymore verbal abuse and we’ll be going.” John stood and offered his hand to Lily who quickly took it, she then tossed the ice pack into the garbage pail.

Taking Lily’s navy blue bag John exited the room quickly and pulled Lily off to the side. In one swift motion he squatted down and bear hugged his crying daughter. John didn’t know what to say in that moment and hoped his daughter wouldn’t become insecure of her looks due to this. Lily hugged John back and cried her eyes out until all she could do was sniffle into his shoulder.

“Is there something wrong with my hair and my clothes? I didn’t know comic books were a boy thing. No one ever told me.” Lily was rubbing the tears from her eyes as she pulled away from John, breath shaky and feeling lost.

“There is nothing wrong with you. So what you like short hair and comic books. I think you’re cool for that. You’re actually the coolest kid I know. That girls just a nasty brat.” John had Lily’s face cradled in his hands while she lightly held on to his forearms. His thumbs stroked across her cheeks catching the falling tears and doing his best to comfort his little girl. He’d do anything in that moment to take her hurt away.

“Y-yeah she is.” Lily shook her head and leaned back in to hug John which he returned.

After a moment John checked in one more time and Lily nodded her head that she was okay. Hand in hand John led his daughter out of the office and to his truck. They stayed quiet until they were both in the car. John sat in silence trying to find the right words that could fix this. What could he say to oust the insecurity that Lily was most likely feeling? To help her understand that no matter what he would love who she was. But he just couldn’t find the words and he desperately craved your advice in a moment like this.

“You sure you’re okay Lily?” John turned in his seat to face Lily in the backseat. This situation made him feel out of his depth and anxious to get home to you so you could help aid him.

But then the strangest thing happened. Lily’s face cracked into a huge smile and the tears dried up. John saw in her eyes something occurred to her that never crossed his mind.

“Yeah, can you believe it dad!!” The excitement radiating off his baby girl had John taken aback.

“Believe what?” John asked in shock and confusion.

“I did it! I stood up for myself! Yeah, I got punched in the nose but still! I was so scared and just wanted to cry but I found that shiny back bone you were talking about the other night!” Lily was beaming with pride and John couldn’t help but let out a surprised breathy chuckle.

“I gotta tell Evie and Jj! They’re gonna be so proud!” Lily looked down and off to the side a new kind of excitement radiating off of her.

John wanted to holler in excitement. Lily was right she had overcome something monumental. But knowing his daughter any loud excitement would startle her so he approached it the way he knew she needed.

“I’m proud of you. That must have been really hard for you.” John spoke with assurance.

“Yeah it was. Good thing Evie hit me in the nose once so I at least knew what it felt like.” Lily quipped.

“Let’s go get you a replacement book. We can make the most of today.” John smiled widely seeing how Lily’s eyes sparkled at the notion.

It felt like tradition at this point that whenever his children got into a fight he was whisking them away to be spoiled. So far all of his kids had gotten into fights for the right reasons. Jj for defending his mom back when he was much younger, Evelyn for putting a gross boy in his place, and now Lily for standing up for herself.

“Can we get milkshakes and go get one new comic book!?” With a knowing smirk Lily leaned forward, resting her elbows on the center console and leaning her head against John’s bicep.

“Sounds like a date.” John smiled fondly, seeing his daughter’s own pride in herself. Lily turned her head skyward and rested her chin on John’s upper arm.

“Can I get two comic books?” The question was met with a deep rumbling chuckle.

“Fine, and we’ll pick out something for your mum. Hopefully it’ll soften the blow when she finds out you got sucker punched.” John pinched the bridge of his nose as he pondered over your reaction.

You took Evelyn’s fight fine but you could be over protective of Lily so there was no guessing how you might react. Well, there was a large chance you would freak out which John had to mentally prepare himself for. Maybe you’d see it the same way he did and this helped your daughter toughen up a bit. Or maybe John should keep that to himself because the notion may just have you turning on him.

“Thanks dad.” Lily said in a sing song voice, leaning back and buckling up.

“Of course, it’s what you deserve.” John’s tone had Lily already knowing the answer to her next question. But she thought she’d ask anyway.

“Proud of me?”

“I’ve always been proud of you. And today I’m prouder than I thought possible.”

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