#like damn alright pop off boy this shit IS funny

[prlssprfctn]

Jason-theatre-kid-Todd, who physically cannot stop making dramatic speeches before taking down an enemy, which absolutely contradicts the way League of Assassins work, which in turn pisses Ra's Al Ghul off.

Ra's Al Ghul: I was going through reports. Why did the last mission take you... an hour and twenty minutes to finish? The target was right there - defenceless atop of that.

Assassin: ...General was speaking.

Ra's Al Ghul: How long his speech took?

Assassin: ...Let's say, he took the target down within twenty seconds.

Ra's Al Ghul: ...What a one can talk about for an hour and twenty minutes, for God's sake!!!

Ra's: Had you spoken to a kid? Had you reminded him that he is not under Dark Knight's wing now? That I won't tolerate talks about justice?

Talia: I, in fact, did.

Ra's: So? What did he say?

Talia: Do you want me to quote him or just to summarise it?

Ra's: Humour me. Be as precise as you can.

Talia: He said, and I quote: "Ra's can [indescribable string of curses that they had never heard before]"

[sillysillygoofygoose]

One and a Half Men + One

(Part 2 of One and a Half Men !!) Thank you to everyone who has commented, liked, and reblogged! It really makes my day 💕💕

You needed him. Bad. And it freaked the shit out of you...

Hiding out in your apartment didn't seem like such a bad idea. You missed seeing little Megumi and his drop-dead gorgeous father every morning, but you could persevere.

It was radio silence for an entire week. You told yourself you were just protecting your peace. You had too much going on to be falling for anyone, especially a father.

You were on track, focusing on your studies. One night, while you were finishing up a research paper, you heard three soft knocks on your door. So soft you almost thought you hallucinated them. Before you could even walk to your door, you heard fumbling of the knob, frantic and fighting.

"Hello? Y/n? Home?" Muffled by the thin wood between you, Megumi's voice wrung through your apartment, springing you into action.

You run to open the door, Megumi's little face greeting you, scrunched up in worry, little fists grabbing at his hair.

"Dada's sick. Really scared y/n, Dada really sick." Megumi points to his left, guiding your eyes to his apartment. You pick him up, shutting your door behind you and venturing towards the Fushiguro's apartment.

Entering the apartment, you call out for the little boy's dad, worry shining through your tone. You stand at the entrance, a groan answering you.

"On the couch, dada's on the couch." Megumi twists in your arms like a fish out of water as a signal to let him go, walking towards his daddy once he finds his footing.

Toji's entire body smothers the couch as he lays there in nothing but boxers, skin flushed, and sweaty. His eyes open, displaying a hollowed out, tired expression, making you gasp.

"Fuck. Gumi, bud you didn't have to bring y/n over. God, didn't even know you left the damn apartment." Toji felt guilty all over. He moved to sit up, stopping himself with hearty coughs.

"She take good care of you, dada. Promise. She made me happy again. Y/n help you too... right y/n?" Megumi looked over at your out of place state, boba eyes full of appreciation, his small hands resting on his dad's overheated torso.

"Um yeah, yeah, I can help out. Of course... Gumi, why don't you go to your room, baby?" You walk over to Toji's spread out form pushing back his sweaty hair to feel his forehead.

"Nuh uh. Stay with you. Make sure Dada okay." Determination in his voice, Megumi clung to you, copying the way you looked down at his father. Megumi nudges his way back into your arms, clasping his tiny hands in his hair as you hold onto him.

"Okay, bub. Daddy's gonna be alright. " You sigh deeply as you walk over to their sink, asking Gumi where they keep the glasses and washcloths.

Toji can't help himself, woozy headspace causing him to blush at your way of referring to him, melting deeper into the couch at your maternal instincts towards not only his son but him as well.

You return, glass of chilled water in hand, cool washcloth in the other, and little boy on your hip. Crouching down, you place the cup on a low coffee table, readjust Megumi, and shift yourself towards a flushing, smirking Toji.

"What's so funny?" You smile, resting your head on Megumi's to hold him in place as you move close to Toji, placing the washcloth on his chest.

"Heh, you come here often, pretty mama?" He coughs out a laugh as you pat the cloth across his chest, trying his best not to pop a boner over your innocent touches and pretty smiley eyes gazing up at him.

Those same pretty eyes widen as your cheeks heat up, playing it off with a laugh and an eye roll.

Megumi giggles.

"Dada called you Mama too, Mama! I told you. See dada, she takes good care." Megumi pokes your cheek before placing a gentle kiss on it.

"You two are absolutely unbelievable." You shake your head, entire body warm at the affection and attention.

"You're very right, Gumi. Very, very right." Toji mumbles to himself as you move to his forehead, folding the cloth in half to cling to the sweaty skin.

"There we go. Can I get you anything else, Toji?" You stand up, pulling Megumi with you.

"A kiss."

"Kiss!!" Megumi echoes, covering his mouth with two tiny hands to hide a big smile.

"Oh my goodness." You smile, shaking your head, putting Megumi down.

"Give your daddy a kiss, Gumi." You pat his back, inching him towards the dopey man. Megumi kisses his dad's cheek the same way he kissed yours.

"Your turn, y/n!" Megumi sung out, grabbing your hand.

"No, no, Gumi, let's get you to bed. It's getting reeeaaalllyyy late!" You quickly respond, scooping up the pouting kid, having him point to where his room is.

"Mama kiss dada..." Megumi huffs as you tuck him into bed and kiss his forehead.

"No buddy... I'm not Mama, okay? I'm y/n." You explain, rubbing his head soothingly.

"Ughhhhh, noooo!!" Megumi pouts, ruffling his sheets around, showing the true toddler side of him that is sometimes forgotten.

"Go to sleep, okay baby? I will check on you and your dada tomorrow." You smile as he settles down, rubbing his hands over his head, closing his eyes.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

...

Finally, Megumi dozes off after at least an hour of petting his head and back. You exit his room quietly, shutting the door. Turning your head, you see Toji's stature sitting up on the couch, much more lively than when you first arrived.

"How ya feeling, big guy?" You smile, glancing at the half empty glass of water on the table as Toji chuckles.

"Fuck, much better. I'm really sorry about all this, sweets. I was fucking delirious. Got home from work and could barely stand, felt awful. I didn't tell the little rascal to go bother you, though. He did that on his own... must've known you were good for the soul. Smart kid." Toji apologizes with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Yeah, smart kid, alright." You snort, shaking your head as you cross your arms in slight awkwardness. Toji gestures towards an armchair near the couch, inviting you to sit.

"But seriously, thanks a lot. You really didn't have to come over and take such good care of us. He really adores you, ya know..."

You warm up as Toji's eyes set on yours.

"Aw, well, the feeling is very mutual. You've got a lovely little boy, Toji."

Toji hums in response, slurping up the rest of the water in his sweating cup.

Silence overtakes the room as you momentarily shut your eyes, quietly reveling in the sudden peacefulness of the dim, lackluster apartment.

"You got a boyfriend?" You hear Toji question out of the blue, making your eyes fling open as you sit up a little straighter.

"Why you askin'?" You tease, confidence surging through your body. You never felt all too flustered by Toji's smooth talking or slightly invasive questions, easily surveying his game, understanding how he operates. You had quite a bit of your own moxie.

"Maybe I'm interested." Toji smirks back. Mirroring you, he folds his arms across his chest.

"Only maybe?"

...

Dating with a four year old is not always the easiest. Especially not when his daddy is all dressed up, wearing special cologne and his mommy (as he insisted on calling you, Toji not opposed to it at all) is in a long satin dress and high heels, not her usual casual wear.

"But I don't want you to goooooo! Stay!!" Megumi cried to you as he was faced with the kind old lady from apartment seventy-five, who was entrusted with watching him while his lovebird parents get a night to themselves.

You crouch down, balancing on your toes as you hold the toddler's torso, kissing his cheek.

"We won't be long, honey... maybe we'll be back before bedtime, right, Daddy?" You peer over at Toji, who was busy showing poor old Gertrude how to work the oven for Megumi's chicken tenders.

"Mama's right... and if not, you'll just see us in the morning anyways!.. C'mon, Megs, aren't ya sick of us?" Toji makes his way over to you, smoothing the hair on his little boy's head as he hugs his dad's legs, head bumping into the small, square-shaped, velvet box hidden in his dress pants' pocket.

"Alright, bubs, we really gotta get going, we'll miss our reservation." Toji lifts Megumi up, kissing both of his cheeks before handing him to you, prompting you to do the same.

Megumi huffs once you put him down, waving with attitude as you grab your coat, and Toji opens the door for you.

"Ugh. Bye mama, bye dada. Love yous." He yells as Gertrude slowly pauses in sorting out the little boy's frozen dinner on an oven tray, turning her achy body to wave bye-bye to the soon to be engaged couple.

"Bye Megumi, love you!"

Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

I lowkey feel like a weirdo just reading and interacting with your posts without actually sending anything in the ask box LMAO

So here I am, to rant about pretty (not so) little twinks to my favorite writer

Everyone headcannons Hanma to be sadistic, and while I can definitely see that based on the way he acts and fights, I personally headcannon him to be a hardcore masochist who just tries to hide it by saying he's a sadist. Like this man doesn't dodge powerful punches and kicks from Mikey or Draken, no, no, he blocks them with his own body instead. His whole thing is always getting back up after tanking heavy hits like a monster. But he also very regularly eggs people on. He taunts and maims people to get them to fight him. He does this, every. Single. Fight.

So how does this translate into the bedroom? Well of course, his lanky ass wants nothing more than to get on your nerves. He wants to see how far he can push you, if he can make you genuinely mad. He wants to be the biggest little shit he possibly can until you have no choice but to punish him for it. And this boy can take a lot. Spanking? No problem. Choking? Yes please. Cbt? Why the hell not? Putting him into a borderline painful full nelson while relentless pounding into his prostate at mach jesus? He'd love every second, even if it renders him damn near bedridden for the next three days. Hell, we've seen how Hanma fights, you could probably beat the shit out of him or try to kill him and he'd pop a stiffy.

I feel like he might have a humiliation kink too. Like- shame this man for being so kinky and mock him for being pathetic. You could call him your little bitch and spit in his mouth and he'd just grin in response. And he's not really the type to break easily either. Even as you have him clutching the sheets, trembling, tears rolling down his cheeks, barely even able to stay conscious, he'd still talk shit and try to aggravate you. That carries into every day couple life too, just in a more minor way. He likes to play pranks on you, poke and prod you both literally and metaphorically. He's also almost definitely smart, I mean- Kisaki hates dumb people, and he hangs out with Hanma. That just means that Hanma will start the dumbest, prettiest arguments, and win purely by technicality. He's a total smartass. Of course, Hanma wouldn't say or do anything to actually hurt you, he's just be annoying and a nusience on purpose because he finds it entertaining to piss people off. It's alright, there's an easy fix. Just fuck hin so dumb he can't talk, so hard that he just passed out in your arms straight after.

Moral of the story, Hanma is a freaky little masochist, and the world's most annoying little asshole (affectionate)

~Neon

(Ajdksj no need to worry! I accept lurkers of all sorts — including lurkers who don't interact at all, and instead silently read my works <3

I do appreciate things like this too though, thank you! I love hearing y'all's thoughts and ideas!)

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THIS is canon, as far as I'm concerned. He's such a painslut, it's not even funny. I definitely agree that Shuji will do his best to annoy you, that's just his favorite past time :P

I recently learned that getting punched in the gut (or just, in general) is a kink/fetish, so I think we can safely assume that Shuji would be into that too. I know that wrestling is also a sexual thing for some people. Just tossing that out there. Pin that tall boy in a painful position and hammer your cock into him, he'll love it!

Forget play fighting, he's the kind of guy who'd want to actually fight you until he's spitting up blood. Rasping a snarky remark even as his knuckles are busted, and his ribs ache from your heavy hits. Just normal couple things~

I also just thought about a "softer" moment: Cuddling with Shuji and pressing on the bruises you left on him. He winces as your thumb presses down on the large purple area on his arm, your other hand combing through his hair. This kind of pain is the kind that makes his whole body tremble, and he easily becomes addicted to it <3

[thermitetermite]

I return from the grave for one night only to post a Helluva Boss AU. Enjoy my delulu AU about a Christmas tree capitalist clown spider demon and his adopted cyborg clown son.

Also there is swearing and mentions of Fizzaroli's accident.

Mammon being a half decent step-dad AU

Mammon hears about Fizz much earlier though the grapevine (Paimon complaining to all royal demons about how his son got rid of all their shit bc of some clown kid)

Interested, he attends a show in disguise.

He finds that Fizz is good. Like, really good! Dollar signs start popping up in his head. Also the little bugger kind of reminds him of himself.

Immediately asks to buy Fizz from Cash Buckzo. He refuses at first because Fizz is his star but with strong negotiating tactics (money and threats) he caves.

Fizz is nervous about leaving his only home behind but is excited to be "adopted" by Mammon! His hero!

It's giving bought by One Direction vibes

At first Mammon was planning to just train him to be a child actor/clown, give him a TV show and pawn him off to someone to actually raise full-time. He wanted to be the convenient step-dad, not a full time parent!

That changed after the first couple nights with Fizz living in his mansion.

It started with Fizz handing him a red balloon horse.

"Alright, not bad kid, but can ya make a balloon unicorn?"

Fizz ran off to attempt to make it. That'll keep him busy for a few hours, guess that meant he could make some calls and... He was back already with the completed unicorn.

"Give me another!"

"Uh, alright ya little bugger, why dontcha make a Quevie?"

This back and forth happened for the next few hours, with Mammon judging the balloon animal, giving a few pointers when he messed up, and Fizz making the next animal he asked for.

Damn, this parenting shit is easy.

It eventually got so late that Fizz fell asleep on the couch trying to complete a kangaroo.

Sighing, Mammon picked Fizz up and carried him to the bedroom he hired someone to decorate. He tucked him into bed and finally after an entire day was able to make a call.

However, the first call he made wasn't to the networking company or his broadcasting station. Instead, it was to Lucifer, his self proclaimed best friend and a successful parent.

"What is it Mammon? Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"Yeah, yeah. I just had a quick question for ya. What do children eat? Cereal? Oats? Ice cream?"

Needless to say, Lucifer had a long talk with Mammon about how to raise a kid, stating it'd be hard work.

After hanging up and going to bed, Mammon had only one thought on his mind. To raise this kid better than any of the other Sins could. His boy would be talk of the town and the best clown in all of Hell.

That first week of parenting went about as well as you'd expect.

Mammon had the approach of being "The fun step-dad" which included eating candy for every meal, teaching him swear words and showing him how to do all the tricks he thought a capable child could do.

(These tricks may or may not have included tax evasion and driving)

Speaking of, Mammon insisted on bringing Fizzaroli everywhere. Including work.

"Mammon, sir, I'm sorry for filing the paperwork for the expansion of LooLoo Land wrong- is that a child?"

"Yeah, this is my boy. Look attem. Ain't he talented!" Cue Fizz hanging off one of his arms. "Whatdya think Fizzie? Should we keep or fire him?"

"Fire!"

"You heard the boy! Off withya, ya bloody cunt!"

"Bloody cunt!"

Mammon would belly laugh whenever Fizzaroli would copy his swearing or accent. When is children swearing NOT funny?

Mammon's definitely the type to have tons of pictures in his wallet of his kid. Fizzaroli does get a TV show, lots of interviews and the spotlight often but whenever someone asks Mammon about him he immediately opens the photo wallet.

(He would kill anyone who even touched it)

Of course he still has some of the Mammon-ness we know, bribing and pushing Fizz to do shows, acts, commercials and more, causing Fizz to start getting overwhelmed.

Then one day Fizz's accident happened (it's a canon event)

Mammon practically broke down Belphagor's door when he got the news Fizz was hurt, demanding his boy get the best treatment in Hell.

Mammon didn't sleep for the entire time Fizz was in that hospital bed, sitting beside him for days at a time just thinking about how he nearly lost him. He couldn't lose him.

When Fizz woke up/was stable, Mammon was there during his emotional moments. When Fizz asked if Mammon would replace him he scoffed.

"Fizzie, why would I replace you? You're in recovery right now. A break. Yer fans are dying to see that Fizzie face when you get outta here. You're more popular and more in demand than ever. You do the recoverin and I'll show you the huge profit we return."

Mammon to English translation: It's stupid to think I'll leave. You'll be able to return to the stage, I'll make sure of it. You'll get better and I'll be here with you.

Fizz eventually recovered but needed limbs so Mammon sent a request (demand) to the best mechanic in Hell, Asmodeus. If anyone could make limbs for his boy it'd be that rooster fuck.

Of course just because Mammon had faith in him didn't mean he wasn't picky in what he delivered.

"Can ya loop your arm like a bendy straw?"

"Uh, no."

"Then it's not good enough for you!"

Mammon practically sent Asmodeus a list of limb adjustments and upgrades that needed to be done every other week. All other times he had Fizzie trying all these different therapies, practicing with his limbs, and occasionally try doing a trick. (Not clown car driving after last time). Eventually he was mostly satisfied with the work and to celebrate "Ozzie not *HONK*-ing up" he started teaching Fizz how to play the guitar.

Cue a bit of a time skip of say 7 years.

Fizz has his hands in nearly every facet of entertainment. News, sports, cooking competitions (which he surprisingly sucked at), and of course comedy. Fizz didn't want to say it but doing so much had him tired, stressed, and anxious. He was doing this for Mammon, the person who gave him everything. He couldn't just let him down. He'd seen what happened to those that failed him. All those people who got fired for mistakes they made. He couldn't fail.

At the same time Mammon wants to get into the robot doll industry. Not sex dolls because he can't stand the thought of his (boy) brand being sold like that. Instead personal assistance robots that have all the features. It can make coffee, teach you yoga, be a parent, etc. but of course he needs the mechanical help of Asmodeus again.

Once again Fizz is taking trips to Lust to oversee the production of the robots. After 2 years of this the robots are completed (a huge financial success) and Fizz asks Mammon if he can stay with Ozzie.

Mammon is surprised but ok with it as long as he visits and does a show every now and again. Especially guest judging the Clown Pageant.

He doesn't realize Fizz and Oz have a thing until the Clown Pageant (his final one in canon)

Once it comes out, oh boy, Mammon goes full demon mode. Shit gets ugly. Mammon goes on his normal rant (minus the "raised you like the son I didn't want" part) and Fizz, unwaivering because he's seen this a million times, retorts back with all the anxiety Mammon caused. The acting and shows. How it weighed on him. How he was so scared of fucking something up and getting kicked out.

"I'd never kick you out! You're the crown jewel of my empire! My runt turned pick of the litta! I made you in my image! If I pushed you hard it was because you could be better! I raised you! You've got my training in your back pocket so I knew you could be a better clown than I ever was! All of this was for you!"

Eventually Mammon breaks down and asks why Asmodeus. He's worried about their relationship considering he's known Asmodeus since the beginning of hell.

"Why do you need to date him when you have my empire! If you need money, we have it! If you need companionship, we can buy it! If you need power we have that too! We built this empire! Your talent brought in a fortune and you've seen how to run the business! If you need your own power or your own space you can have it!"

"I'm not with him for any of those things! I know I have everything else here! But I love him Mammon! He takes care of me. He's kind, sweet, handsome, and supports me even on my roughest days. I love him."

"...he makes you feel safe?"

"Yes."

"He treats you good?"

"He treats me amazingly."

"You love him?"

"With all my heart."

"...ok."

"Ok?"

"I... Respect your decision. I'm going to make it about me but please bear with me. I know I haven't been the best at raising you. I can be overbearing. And clingy. And I pushed you to do a lot of things that were hard or uncomfortable or er... greedy. I haven't been the best influence on your life but I did my best and if I had to I'd do it all over again."

"Mam..."

"Up up up, let me finish ya little shit. You know I have a hard time letting go of things. And I was kidding myself when I thought I'd have ya forever. I forgot how fast ya implings grow up. I thought I could keep ya safe and smilin but I couldn't even do that right. The second most painful thing I experienced in my life was gettin kicked from heaven. The most was seein you in that hospital bed. I've been smotherin ya since. Yer my boy and I wanted better for ya. Thought I could protect ya if I pushed harder. Taught ya more. Did more shit with ya. But in the end you were always gonna have ta leave ta find a life of yer own.

Mammon paused, taking a familiar but heavily deflated remnant of a red horse balloon from under his hat

"I'm at least glad ya took somethin after me. Yer greedy like me and ya landed the best bachelor Hell has ta offer. I... I don't want to let ya go but... Ya need to do this. Live yer life kid, and live it better than me."

The fucking stadium was in tears (me too tbh)

Before Fizz could say anything (he was choking on his words) Mammon extended a card with his sigil on it.

"Remember I'm always here. Please... Call me if ya need me."

Fizz wrapped his robotic limbs around Mammon, bringing him in for a tight hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Mammon cried on that stage, hugging the son he always wanted.

[fandom-lover2]

Deep In The Woods, Something Lingers In The Trees

Chapter Four - A Troop Of Two

Word Count - 2230

Chapter Three - Like Tarzan And Jane Do

Chapter Five - Scientists Always Spoil The Fun

My eyes fluttered open slowly. It was quiet, peaceful. Outside, birds called cheerfully to one another.

Beyond that, the ever present dull of the city beyond. I could hear distant voices, followed by a child’s laugh. The neighbours, no doubt. Kids playing on the street.

I yawned, stretching as I rolled over and prepared to go back to sleep when my eyes flicked open one more time and an almost human, hairy face greeted me.

I shrieked, moving backwards, which then led to me falling out of a bed much smaller than my own and landing harshly on the ground.

Caesar jumped up onto his bed after me, looking over the edge.

Right, I hadn’t gone home.

One minute Caesar was showing me how one of his games worked, our sign language lesson had taken a break, and then I woke up curled up in his bed.

Damn, I fell asleep, in a stranger’s home, with a fucking chimpanzee. I was shit sacred of him six hours ago and now I’m crashing in his bed?

Caesar called down to me, looking uneasy.

“I’m fine.” I reassured, beginning to untangle myself from the blanket I’d taken with me on my way down.

Caesar then began to laugh, more like huffs than the actual sound but the gesture was the same.

 “It’s not funny.” I glared up at him.

The attic steps creaked as someone made their way up and Will, Ceasar’s dad (I had learnt the sign for father), popped his head up. “Everything alright?” he called.

“Fine.” I answered, standing. “Fell asleep and woke up to a very unexpected face, is all.”

Will smiled in understanding, nodding. “Yeah, you looked dead on your feet. Surprised you managed to stay awake that long.”

I sat up, stretching as I did. Damn, I needed this.

“Well, you slept through lunch, and most of the afternoon.” Will continued. “We’ll be having dinner in about an hour. You are welcome, if you’d like.”

I glanced over at the clock on Caesar’s bedside. 4.30pm. My parents would be home in about an hour. There was probably a pile of dishes in the kitchen and a full laundry room to get back to. Nevermind all the school work that was probably sent through. If I wanted to make the walk on Sunday….

Wait, Caesar was at the forest on Sunday last week. Would he be there again this week?

“I should probably head home.” I decided, standing and putting Caesar’s blanket back on his bed.

I looked over to Caesar, at his sad expression, complete with a pouty lip and all.

“I’m sorry, but I need to go be a boring human.”

Caesar nodded, still sad but understanding and leapt off his bed and retrieved my jacket I had hung over his desk chair.

We headed for the front door, Charles, Will’s father, meeting us at the door to see me off.

“Don’t be a stranger now.” He placed a hand on my shoulder as I passed.

I nodded in reply.

Caesar made a barking grunt, tugging on Will’s pants and then signing in a hurry.

“He’s asking if you’ll come back.” Will filled in, looking over me to as if he too wanted the answer.

Did I want to come back? I mean, today was the most fun I had in probably my entire life. Caesar just got me, enough though he wasn’t human. We got each other. Both looking out at a world we couldn’t join, both young and eager to experience life.

Caesar was teaching me to understand him, and Youtube videos would fill in where he could not.

But it was more than that, we understood one another’s souls. He was not human, not on the outside, but on the inside there was something in him that made him better than most I knew. Made him more. He was funny, and fun to be around, and insanely smart and kind. He was gentle, and a bit stupid that only a adolescent boy could achieve, and he was a good friend.

Maybe we could take this slow, arrange to meet at the forest another time. Or, we could see one another everyday. I mean, it’s not as it if mattered, he was right across the street. I could visit him every day if I wanted. And go with them to the forest every time they did.

I would see Caesar again, that I knew. How soon, and how often, I had a feeling it was going to be impossible to keep us apart.

Huh, this having a neighbor as a friend thing wasn’t so bad.

“Well, I still have a lot more sign to learn.”

Caesar moved quickly, and before I had a chance to react, he was standing and his arms wrapped around me.

I froze, unable to understand what was happening for a good few moments.

He was hugging me. A proper, arms around the neck, chin resting on my shoulder, hug. His fur rubbed against my exposed skin, tickling it. He was warm, and like this I could feel how much muscle the fur actually hid.

But there was no fear, no uncertainty, no alarm. It felt good, and safe. It felt… like there was actual care behind the hug.

Slowly, I raised my arms and wrapped them around him in turn, securing them behind his middle. I took a deep breath in, and when I released my entire frame relaxed, a weight lifted off my chest.

I had a friend, a safe space to go to, a person who would listen to my troubles. I had a person. I had a friend.

Dashing across the street, I raced into my house and up to my room. Yanking the curtains open for the first time in three days, I looked out across the street and waved at the ape. He waved back.

“Alina in window.” Caesar signed.

“Yes.” I signed back. “Alina in window.”

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My heart pounded in my chest, my lungs burning as I fought to get enough oxygen to keep going. My legs burned as I pushed toward.

Behind me, the trees were near silent, which was strange considering what was happening.

I could hear him through, his grunts and pants, his growls.

I pushed myself to go further, faster. I was almost there. I didn’t dare turn to look back, wouldn’t turn to see him getting closer. Wouldn’t see his fangs bared, the sick triumph in his eyes as he closed in on me.

I sailed over a fallen tree, scaling a boulder and leaping from it, hitting the ground running.

Yes, the cabin was in sight. Almost there, almost safe.

Above me, he released a scream that froze the blood in my veins, stirring me on as adrenaline gave me one final push.

Almost, almost, allllmost…

Caesar leapt from the tree above, landing before me with a heavy thud.

I skidded to a halt, narrowly avoiding crashing into him as I slipped on the smooth pine needles.

He held his arms out, reaching towards me, mouth open and canines on display. I looked at him, scanning for any sign he was going to move. Slowly, taunting me, he began to reach out his hand, knowing there was nothing I could do.

“Caesar, please.” I tried to reason, holding my hands out in surrender.

He seemed to consider my words for just a second, before his arm shot out the rest of the way and knocked against the run-down ranger’s cabin.

I groaned, collapsing onto the forest floor. I tasted blood with every hagged breath, my lungs shuddering as they attempted to expand fully.

“No fair.” I whined.

Caeser grunted and I looked over at him. ‘You almost got it! You are getting better.’

I huffed at the comment. Mock flattery.

Caeser had so much fun making sure I always thought I was so close to winning, and then swooping in last second to crush my victory.

‘You cheat.’ I signed back, knowing that would get a rise out of him.

As always, he rushed forward and all but collapsed onto me. I grunted at the sudden assault of his weight, which then turned into a shriek as he began to tickle me.

God I regretted the day I had taught him how to tickle, and more importantly that I was ticklish.

His calloused fingers slipped beneath my shirt, running up and down my skin on my sides.

“Caesar!” I wailed, squirming around in his hold as laughter erupted from me uncontrollably. “Sttttoooooppp!” I tried to say, unable to form words as peals of happiness took my breath. “I’m sorry!” I screamed, still trashing around to try get away from him.

Caesar finally conceded, pulling away and throwing himself down to lie beside me.

I gasped, now fighting even harder to try catch my breath.

Caesar took my hand in his own, squeezing it gently as I forced air in through my nose and then out my mouth. Deep, smooth breaths. When I had gained control, I looked over at Caesar and he back at me, him smiling softly.

The forest always made his eyes look so much brighter, more full of life. The green popped more vivid and the gold shown like a jewel in the sun.

I raised a hand, resting it against the side of his head and stroking my thumb across his forehead, then frowned when my fingers felt pine needles and soil in his fur. “Caes, you got dirty.”

I sat up, gesturing for him to do the same. He did so, turning his back to me.

If someone had told me 2 months ago I’d be sitting in the forest grooming a chimpanzee, I would have laughed at them, and then start crying because I couldn’t imagine a worse hell. Now, as my fingers slipped between the layers of his fur, gently pulling out leaves and twigs, I found myself relaxing.

It was relaxing, a repetitive and soothing action as I smoothed out his fur.

Around us, birds called and the forest kept on growing, content with us.

When I had finished cleaning Caesar, he turned and began shifting through my hair. His fingers were so gentle through my uncontrollable curls, the ape so sure to be careful.

He was the only one I trusted to touch my hair besides me, because he never yanked and never pulled.

Once he was satisfied with his work, we stood and made our way back to the picnic.

Will had come alone today, Charles needing to take a nap and Caroline having to cover a shift at the zoo. My step father and mom were out of town for the week, so I’d be sleeping over.

Did my parents know? Yes.

Did they know Caesar was a chimpanzee? Yes.

My mother was not comfortable letting me just go over to someone’s house, and so insisted on meeting Caesar and the other humans. To say they were surprised would be an understatement, but then they saw Caesar and I and realized our friendship was real.

Now, I spent most days at his house. After school, he was surprisingly good at homework. Weekends, I head over once I was dressed and we’d spend the entire day screwing around. Movies, books, board games, we did it all. Sundays were our days to escape the city and for Caesar to be an ape.

And how amazing it was to see him swing through the trees so effortlessly, to command the forest as if it was his domain. His trees, his sky, his home.

I saw the way Caesar looked out his window, the wistfulness in the gaze. I saw it too when I recounted stories of school. He was lonely, and as much I ask spent time with him, he was alone. Trapped in that room without the chance to feel the sun in his skin or wind through his fur.

I tried bringing him the world, snuck in candy he wasn’t allowed, brought books and movies not approved by Will, took photos and videos of everywhere I went.

But it was not enough. He deserved more. He should have had more.

9 months of this friendship and there was still so much to learn, so much to grow.

We still had time.

Finally reaching Will, he began to pack away the blanket when he saw us approach. “How far’d you go this time?”

“The Ranger’s cabin.” I answered, bending to close my abandoned homework books I was supposed to be working on today.

Caesar obediently walked up to Will, allowing him to reattach the leash.

We’d had an argument about that before, one night when Caesar was in his room and I’d met Will in the kitchen on one of our movie nights. I did not approve, Will said it was needed. I went home and refused to speak to Will for a week.

Packing my backpack, Caesar took it from me and slung it onto his own shoulder. Will finished with his own backpack and secured it to his back.

“What we watching tonight?” he asked.

“Gladiator.”

“Godzilla.”

Caesar and I turned to one another.

“Oh boy.”

Did I feel bad that Will now had to deal with two arguing teenagers fighting in the back seat about which movie to watch? No, I did not.

[the0retically]

Monster Control Service:

……..I can’t keep these thoughts to myself but oh my god that was an absolute fever dream

Part 1:

- Rip Condi, lost in a fire, transported away in a bubble, damn

- This is already insane, how did Grizz and Charlie just forget to design their characters

- Charlie what is your character???? HUH??

- Their voices are so—

- THEY ARENT EVEN AT HOME??

- “Just a changeling wearing a hat” oh my god

- GRIZZ PLEASE THAT LAUGH IS SO WEIRD

- ……..is this just monsters inc? Is bizly describing Roz right now?

- CHASE HAS A LITTLE PROPELLER HAT?? AWWWW

- “Every man shits himself at least once in his life” ok grizz

- The banter between Grizz and Charlie is so so fun

- “Why would you do this to me father?” “Because I love you, son”

- POISON DAMAGE????

- THE CREEPS ARE LEGIT CREEPS WHAT IS HAPPENING?? Just father son bonding day at work!

- The music is just so cheery right now

- “You know we actually have six monster balls and I look at my pants” RICHARD PLEASE DONT SAY THAT

- Charlie playing a changeling is so so cursed

- Chase just unscrewing the lightbulbs??

- Chase keeps going to bite people Richard should’ve given him those eggs before this

- I love how Condi is there but just hanging out off camera and watching them play

- “That is my baby” “what? No I am your baby father” Chase just wants his father’s love

- Can the bubble be popped?—YEAH THANK YOU CHARLIE

- Chase is just Goobleck but able to talk more and is a little boy

- “I told you papa, if I go to church I will burst into fire”

- Bizly looks so upset by everything that Chase does and honestly me too. I love Chase but he’s horrific

- They are spending so much time at this drive thru pleaseeeee, bizly is just dying slowly

- GRIZZ JUST LOOKING AT DAD SAYINGS AND ONLY FINDING “working hard or hardly working”

- COWS DONT EXIST “father what the fuck is a cow?”

- Richard just telling dad jokes is Everything

- “Alright, son, attack!” OH GOD

- Chase is a druid changeling?? That’s so so cool

- Black sand!! It’s canon across universes!!

- Oh god he just shot this gun in this town please bebo don’t let there be repercussions to that

- Yay!! Charlie got his attack of opportunity!!

- I’m so—this is devolving so fast why is Chase saying— OH HI DAKOTA??

- I’m just watching in awe?? I just don’t even understand what’s fully happening

- Charlie has lost his mind, Chase what are you even saying right now

- Bizly is just Disgusted

- “Oh no I ate him” “YOU ATE THE OLD MAN???” Bizly proceeds to just stare at Charlie in horror

Part 2:

- The disclaimer at the start……..I’m scared

- Why does Charlie want to become a hollow animal—so he can turn into a meat car??

- ……….Chase is the interior?? This is a horrifying ability of his

- And now this is sad, Richard just accept your son!!

- Charlie really makes all of his characters be a fucked up little guy who’s told he’s different and will never fit in

- ……..Richard What, good for Charlie for not justifying that with a response

- I like can’t even process what is fully happening

- Richard takes his shirt off??? I guess that’s smart to distract while Chase is chasing down the mayor

- 18 POISON DAMAGE TO THE MAYOR????? HE WANTS TO REPLACE HIM

- “Performance to eat his ass?” OH GOD?? “As soon as I’m the mayor I’m gonna kiss him on the mouth…4!” CHARLIE NO

- Chase being the mayor but just being upset that he was placed in time out is SO FUNNY??

- Mom lore now?? After all of this??

- RICHARD SAYS HE HAS A MONSTER COCK???? WHAT IS HAPPENING GRIZZ WHAT THE HELL

- ok now it’s mom lore—I’m so so confused

- “However old you are, years, months, days” Yeahh Chase is just 10

- WHY IS HE EXPLAINING HOW BABIES ARE MADE TO CHASE RIGHT NOW

- “How do I explain this and not get demonetized” “it’s patreon go for it” “…it’s patreon :) guys :)” GRIZZ DONT LOOK AT THE CAMERA AND SAY THAT IM HORRIFIED NOW

- :( oh chase is going in to hug his dad!!! WAIT I LOVE THIS THIS IS SO SWEET

- ROLLING TO BECOME FURRIES?? I MISSED A CHAPTER HOLD UP

- Tizen note: “this is awesome” TIZEN!!!!

- DICK OUT???? RICHARD WHAT THE FUCK

- Charlie and Grizz are having too much fun with this oh my god

- “I start whimpering” “WHY??” Oh my god they’re losing it, they’re just genuinely losing it

- “That note came straight from the mayor” “oh” holy shit??

- Can’t believe they killed the mayor and he had all the answers

- “Like I do with monsters, fuck the house” PLEASE

- THE IMMEDIATE BACKTRACK FROM CHARLIE “fucking monsters is ok but I’m making furries illegal” IM CRYING

- This is chaotic I’m gonna lose it what on earth is happening

- I have still over an hour left and my brain feels like it’s turned into mush

- SANTA IS A MONSTER IN THIS WORLD??

- Grizz please don’t roll a 20 for this man to have a monster fetish WHAT GRIZZ ROLLED IT BUT IT WAS AFTER THE TWO ROLLS NOOOOOO NOW I FEEL BAD GRIZZ SHOULDVE GOTTEN THAT 20

- Chase plays fortnight? He really is just a boy monster, love him

- And now he’s just playing among us

- Why are they all rolling for among us “if I die in among us then do I die in real life?” “Yes” HUH?

- I literally forgot about the secret room oh my god

- This is insanity, I honestly love it, the vibes are just crazy, peak friends just playing dnd and messing around

- “so you can’t find any monster smut” never mind I hate this, I forgot Richard was looking for that

- Bizly did not just say that

- He just sounds like Goobleck during this mayor speech oh my god

- Thank you for the apology Grizz cause this is so—“you have a spiked cock” “…yeah”

- “Instead of yellow, walk up and say jello :)” “…jello :)”

- “Chase is engulfed….and he’s gonna engulf back” OH GOD?

- The glasses are off, yeah that makes sense

- Oh god Bizly talking about how he and his girlfriend created this world that was supposed to be sweet and cute as animal control pretty much but they’re monsters and then this is how it devolved to is so—bebo im so sorry

- Bizly’s face is how I feel right now

- But they’re right I do like the Creep family, they’re just goofy!

- …….I hate them

- What on earth is happening

- Oh god chase is going through puberty???

- Bizly is losing it and so I am

- “My balls light on fire…I don’t know they’re on fire” HUH?

- Why is Charlie whispering to Grizz right now, what are they planning-OH MY GOD

- I hate this???? Grizz please

- I just, I don’t even know how to react to this

- “Son, I’m proud of you” how dare they make an emotional moment right now, hold up this conversation is sweet

- ……I don’t know how to act

- CONDI HIIIIIIII

- Charlie pleaseeee everyone is just so done

- What an incredible fever dream

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

FFXIV Write: Bar

In the future, Agnes spies her husband at the bar while attending Aymeric's wedding reception. SFW.

Agnes Varlineau was not too surprised to find her husband sitting at the bar. After doing the rounds at Aymeric and Thora’s wedding, she discovered her very handsome and yummy can’t wait to get his waistcoat off later husband enjoying the open bar.

She made her way to him and placed a hand in the center of his back. Leaning towards one of his pointed ears, she whispered, “Try to eat something, love. You still need to make your speech later.”

He grunted, gesturing to the plate of canapes in front of him. Estinien turned to glance at her and smiled. “I’m alright. Just…” He tapped the stool next to his with his good leg, gesturing for her to sit. “Worried about my speech.”

“Oh?” She hummed as she sat and reached for one of his hands to hold. It always soothes him---holding my hand…and it does with me too.

“Considering the ceremony, I’m not sure if I can…” He furrowed his brow. “Get through it.”

Oh.

Oh yes, right.

Because he and Aymeric were having a “who can cry more” contest during the ceremony.

It was quite sweet to be honest.

“That’s a valid concern. However,” she gave his hand a squeeze and smiled reassuringly. “Your speech is very much like you, love---short, sweet, and to the point. And you’ve done so well when you’ve practiced it. I think you’re going to do great.”

He chuckled, his smile growing. “Thank you, my angel. With you by my side, I can do nearly anything. Including this damn speech.” Finishing his drink, he then faced her and popped a canape (ooooh a bacon-wrapped scallop) into his mouth. “These are bloody good. You should get some before they’re all gone.”

As she erupted into giggles, she stole one from his plate and ate it. “Love, this is the social event of the year in Ishgard…no wait, probably Eorzea, they’re not going to run out of food!” That would be incredibly embarrassing for the caterer. Just horrific.

That pleased him in a way that made her giggle more. He grabbed his cane, stood, and gave her a quick peck. “Then I’m getting more!” THAT WINK FROM HIM! SER! “And I’ll get you some too, sweetheart.”

Off he goes. At least he seems more relaxed than he was a few minutes ago.

Swallowing, Agnes caught the gaze of Sylvaine, who then grinned and strolled to his mother. “Are you having a good time, young Master Sylvaine?” She asked, imitating Aymeric. That never fails to make Sylv laugh.

Sylvaine Varlineau, nearing his eighteenth nameday, was tall and slender like his brothers Pip and Laurent (and like Estinien when he was younger) with Agnes’s dark red hair and brown eyes. “Yes, but how is Bapa? He looked…sad earlier.”

She took his hand and gave it a squeeze. “He’ll be fine, my little love. Just nervous about his speech.”

“He should just say ‘congrats’ and sit back down. That’d be hilarious.” Sylvaine sniggered, earning him an eyeroll from his mother. “What? It would be! And the best part is that no one would be surprised because it’s Bapa.”

My darling boy, you aren’t wrong.

In fact, you’re quite correct.

However, that’s not what’s happening.

Even though it would be very funny.

Shit.

“You naughty boy!” Agnes laughed and pulled him into a brief hug.

“Who’s a naughty boy? Is it me again?” Estinien laughed, returning from his expedition for more bacon-wrapped scallops.

MISSION ACCOMPLSIHED!

Sylvaine took the plate full of bacon-wrapped scallops and other yummies. Love, you are the best! He set the plate on the bar top and sat on the stool on the other side of Estinien. “Me, because I said you should only say ‘congrats’ and sit back down.”

SYLV!!!!!!!!!!!

Estinien barked a laugh. “Don’t tempt me, son.”

Oh good gods, this may actually happen.

A bell and a half later, when it was Estinien’s turn to speak, he (much to Sylv’s disappointment) made his speech as previously planned.

It was lovely, touching, short, sweet, and to the point.

And there was significantly less crying than at the ceremony. Progress!

[misstodorokifreelance]

Birthday Boy (Bakugou x F!Reader)

Gah! I know im super super late to this. Bakugou's birthday was ages ago, but I have become inspired. Perhaps my late night animated Bakudeku comics have finally brought me a wholesome idea. Anyway, here is a one shot, drabble, something or other that popped into my brain. Anyway in this short story you are Y/N Midoriya, the twin sister of our precious Deku after he's suddenly up and disappeared. (Vigilante stuff? Who knows?) With Bakugou feeling his friend's absence, he struggles to comprehend what had become the norm for him, and takes some solace in the presence of his best friend's sister. Tw: Mentions of self harm, mental health stuff, Bakubaby's usual swearing.

It was funny. In a way, Katsuki had been perfectly content not having to deal with Deku on his birthday, but now that this was the first year he'd gone without the usual over the top well wishes, he missed it. He missed Deku. Not that he was dead. Hopefully. But it sure felt different not having him around, not having the usual comforting presence that could stop his darkest thoughts. Katsuki had felt pain before, of all types, but he had never truly thought about inflicting what he felt was truly deserved. After all, what had happened with All Might, that was all his fault, and he knew it. Leaning over the balcony railing off his dorm room, Katsuki didn't try to stop the few tears that dared to leak from his eyes. He didn't even try to wipe them away. It was his fucking birthday. Where was that damn nerd when he needed him the most? The tears flowed a little faster now, and with a growl Bakugou dragged the end of his long sleeve over his face, feeling disgusted with himself for being so weak. Happy Birthday? Fuck off with that shit, he thought, turning away from the sunset outside and glaring back inside his dimly lit room. He'd received a handful of gifts from Kirishima, Ashido and the other Bakusquad members; all trivial tough guy shit that sure he'd use but wasn't anything majorly special. Not like Deku would give him. Deku knew what he liked. All Might figures, dumb movies about monsters and stereotypical happy endings, the odd comic book. That was what Deku gave him, and it was what Katsuki truly treasured. He settled himself to sitting with a lonely soda on his balcony, wondering where Deku was now, when Katsuki's arms were cut and bleeding. When he couldn't rest easy worrying about his friend, or screaming at his demons... "Dammit, nerd. The one year I need you-" he spit, setting the half empty cola harder than necessary on the concrete. A few more tears splashed their way onto the front of his shirt, and Katsuki sighed. He'd need to wash it now, great.

At that moment, there was the quietist of knocks at his door. "Who the fuck-" Katsuki wasn't at all in the mood to deal with anyone, so he ignored the knocking. Only whoever was at the door wasn't going anywhere, and knocked again, a little louder than before. "Kacchan?" he heard a voice call through the door, and he sprung up, immediately wondering if it was Deku. Only it was a gentler voice than his, and there was no stutter in the next few words. "Hey, can I come in?" The hell does she want? Opening the door, Katsuki looked down at you, momentarily forgetting that his face was tear stained, and his shirt marked by the salty drops of betrayed emotion. Your green hair, sleeker than Deku's, was loose over your shoulders, and you wore plain leggings and an All Might shirt which you had planned to sleep in. Katsuki blinked. "Y/N? Thought you'd be home what with damn Deku missing." "I was. This came for you, it's from my brother. He asked me to deliver it, he couldn't stay." "You saw him? Is he-is he okay?" Katsuki said quickly, ushering you into his room and shutting the door with a snap. He'd barely registered the rest of what you had told him, desperate to hear any news. You nodded slowly, holding out a small wrapped box in your hands. "He's....alright. Happy Birthday, by the way, from both me and Izuku." Katsuki took a second to realize you were handing him something, until you placed the box in his shaking hands, feeling how cold they were. He noticed the difference, almost wanting to lean into the warmth of your comparably smaller hands. He felt the scars along the palms and fingers, and as he pulled away, the tip of his index finger brushed over what felt to him like a burn. He'd always thought you were the stronger twin, having not been born quirkless like Deku. You'd inherited a fairly stronger version of your mother's telekinesis, and had never been one to refuse a fight or stand down before. But here you were, quiet and subdued in a way he'd never seen, standing with your hands laced anxiously together while he idled with the box in his hands. Shaking hard enough he had trouble undoing the bow, Katsuki opened the gift, and pulled something out of a tissue paper nest. He stared at the leather cuff, embedded with designs of All Might's signature hair tufts so it looked like a 'V' printed over and over. With the cuff was a small handwritten note, and he read it almost desperately. Kacchan, Happy Birthday. If it was safe for me to be with you at UA I would, so I asked Y/N to deliver this to you. Forgive me, I'll be back when I can. -Deku Katsuki didn't realize that he had stumbled back onto his bed, a sob wracking his frame. The box fell, forgotten to the floor, as he grasped the stylish cuff in his hands. You moved to his side, placing a comforting hand over his shoulders, and Katsuki didn't shrug you off for the first time possibly in your entire life. "I- fuck. If I hadn't gotten kidnapped, All Might would be alive, Deku wouldn't have to run. He'd be here. We'd be celebrating-I-this is all my fault-" He coughed, swallowing back more tears, while you gripped him tightly around his shoulders. "No, he chose this. You did nothing. Stop blaming yourself, and stop hurting over it. Deku wouldn't want that, he wouldn't want you to be hurting yourself cause of something you couldn't ever control. Okay?" Katsuki sniffed hard, and looked sideways at you. God those green eyes were hypnotic in the amber sunset glow. You were right, weren't you? But how did you know what he was- "You're not one to wear long sleeves this often," you murmured. Katsuki grimaced, and he looked deep into your eyes. He could see Deku there, though you had less freckles than him, and your lips were fuller. Still, he was there, in your features, and in the small smile you gave him. "Don't hurt like this," you said, moving your free hand to run up his arm, feeling the bandage he tried to hide under the sleeve. "I- know. I miss him, I

[tsuki-sennin]

The Cactus has Fled! Who is this Dragonfly Malgam? What does he want with Riku? Why is he such a bitch? For what reason does Atropos approach Rinne?

All this and more on Kamen Rider Gotchard #8~!

-Oh yeah, he just

-Ditched Hotaro up there?

-"WHALE AND BICYCLE! SURELY THIS COMBINATION WILL WORK JUST FINE!"

-Oh

-Apparently it works perfectly!

-Very convenient, those Chemies.

-"Hello. My name is Atropos. I want you to do something for me."

-Aw c'mon Rinne-chan, all she wants is somebody to play with while her sisters are on some hot girl shit. You monster!

-Interesting... Atropos seems to have some memory altering too, eh?

-Renge didn't even seem to notice...

-"How's your creepy pet man doing?"

-"Just fine, thank you~!"

-Just fill up the Fuko Gauge and then Infinity shall appear.

-Oh! I was just kidding about the Fresh references but

-That is literally a four-leaf clover.

-Sabo.....

-First friends....

-Sharp fella

-I have to admit, this kid is pretty good at acting.

-Somebody got a really good casting director.

-"Where the boy?"

-Scan the needle, and we'll find our boy!

-Smaphone~!

-Spanner says no.

-Just like with Arashi-san and Wrestler G... Riku and SaboNeedle have proven a friendship between Chemies and humans.

-Oh an executive, huh?

-Alright pops, time for you to die.

-Sabi, Isaac, and Renge~! The ultimate team~!

-That Super A Rank of yours is gonna drop into the casual leagues soon.

-Malice comes in all forms.

-Cactuar's 1000 Needles!

-Let's give this old man what for.

-"I won't let him break you before me~!"

-Kanashimi getto da yo!

-That is a sexy monster design.

-I see Valvarad's chosen nemesis is Lachesis.

-Gotchanko!

-Dokkirishovel!

-Big-ass hands, goddamn.

-Bubbles!

-Oh, they've already snuck off on a little date, huh?

-Lucky her.

-I think it'd be really funny if Spanner decided he liked Chemies now because Lachesis treats them so terribly.

-Save our pal~!

-Rising Fighter's gonna play every finisher, eh?

-Not arguing against that at all, mind you! Insert songs are consistently hype as hell, sooooo...

-It's thanks to Sabosuke and his new pal Hawkstar that Greatonbo is part of our team!

-Ooooooooh, bloooom!

-That's so beautiful...

-Dad...

-We learned something important from all this, eh?

-"This will be marked on your permanent record."

-Let's kick some damn cans!

-We'll keep playing some goddamn games.

-Clotho's anxious to do some goddamn fighting again, and I say let her.

-School Trip to Kyoto! We Fourze now?

-Oh hell yeah, Clotho's beating up Minato-sensei. That's awesome.

-Seems like a lot's happening.

[mjrtaurus]

Crocodile comes to a realization after that impromptu dinner date.

He wants to pursue this… whatever this is. But there’s the little hangup of oh, you know, fearing for his life.

He imagines a little town in the middle of fuckall nowhere that would let literal neo nazis get away with lynching two teens and murdering one of them wouldn’t be too keen on two men being in a relationship. This not even touching on the fact of who he is.

And also… he fears a reaction from Dragon he knows he probably shouldn’t. But he’s been burned before, and he doesn’t know if he wants to risk putting up with it all over again.

But then he sees Dragon’s reason for staying in person.

He’d actually been visiting the man at his home. They’d gotten comfortable enough for it, and Pops was adamant that he not stay too cooped up at the old place.

It was pleasant. Ace had been put to bed for the night and they were sitting on the porch over a couple of beers, talking. Telling stories. Fingertips brushing a time or two while passing one of his cigars back and forth. Lingering glances that left him feeling hot all over…

Then a teenager came running up the gravel road towards the farmhouse, looking like the devil himself was chasing him, and Dragon was on the move.

“Get in quick, and stay away from the windows.” Is how he greets the boy, voice hushed and deadly serious. Umber colored eyes turn to Crocodile.

“You too, Wani. This might get rough.”

Crocodile hackles are raised, to say the least, so he elects to stay hidden with the kid. Maybe trying to provide some sort of moral support. Maybe to protect him if the worst was to happen. Maybe to get a better feel for what the hell is happening right now.

A knock comes to the door, heavy, loud, promising nothing good.

Dragon answers it.

Crocodile notices the rifle by the frame, and how the older man’s fingers twitch towards it. How his eyes- so soft and warm as they had been- had hardened into cold, dark pits.

“Did my daughter come around here?” Says a gruff voice that has the boy beside him trembling.

Oh.

Oh, this poor kid…

“No. Get lost.” Dragon’s tone is curt, like he’s had this sort of conversation a thousand times before with a thousand different people.

“Funny… I coulda sworn I saw her running off this way.” The boy’s father mumbles, sinister intent so thinly veiled that a stiff breeze could tear it to pieces. Crocodile can’t see the man’s face from where he’s standing, but he knows it’s gotta be ugly as sin.

“I didn’t see a damn thing, so you can fuck off or get shot.”

A long, tense silence, a couple of vile words, then retreating footsteps. Dragon shut the door and locked it tight, then went to the back door to do the same.

Heavy silence for a good ten or so minutes before…

“Alright. You two can come out now.”

For the rest of the evening, Crocodile watches Dragon be a father. A real father.

He treats the boy like he’s his own flesh and blood, calming him, comforting him, making sure he’s eaten something and had some water, telling him the guest room is right where it’s always been…

There’s a history here. There’s probably several histories just like it here.

Crocodile now understands why Dragon stays in this dead-end and hateful little town. He was told the reason long before, but it was always one thing to hear it and another to see it firsthand.

But the kid is nervous with Crocodile’s presence. Nervous with a stranger here in his one haven. Nervous enough that he’s looking towards the doors and windows, like he’s ready to bolt.

The automatic reaction Crocodile feels is that he’s an intruder that needs to leave, but… would leaving be of any help? Would leaving change the fact that this safe space still felt violated to the kid? And besides, that mean bastard might still be lurking outside, waiting to ambush anybody who walked out the door, him included.

Well, shit…

Crocodile settles into the armchair by the occupied couch, keeping his eyes low. He takes a breath, steels himself, and starts talking.

Not the most picture perfect coming out story, but hey, if it meant the kid knew he was still safe here… better right here right now than too late.

By the time the whole conversation ends, the boy no longer looks like he wants to bolt. On the contrary, he’s looking very, very sleepy. Crashing from the adrenaline high, probably.

It’s past midnight when the kid settles into the guest room and Dragon comes back out to flop onto the couch. He looks tired, head sinking into the cushions, long legs splayed out before him, fingers interlocked over his belly.

“You really helped turn a shit day around for him, y’know?” He finally says, umber eyes resting on the younger man. They’re warm.

Crocodile can’t meet his gaze just yet.

“So… that means you’re okay with me, then?” He asks.

“I am.” Dragon replies.

Hallmark dragodile..

Crocodile is a business mogul, he has everything he could ever want. Living in LA, racing his high end car and sipping scotch overlooking the city from his high rise.

Then his father has a heart attack and he has to pack his things and head to rural Iowa? Idk us states.

Anyway he has to help run his adoptive dad’s farm for the next 6 months. No problem, he can’t totally do that.

Oh dear god it’s hell, no it’s literal hell. Everyone knows that he’s one Edward newgates sons and everyone has opinions on everything he does.

He has never been so glad to be stealth than in this situation.

The first run in with Dragon is at the hardware store (because of course he had to go to a hardware store because the porch is falling apart)

Croc is so busy counting to ten while smiling politely at the owner ringing up his purchase of new lumber and nail gun, he doesn’t notice the ringing of the bell as someone enters.

What he does notice is how the owner immediately stiffens up.

“Let me give you some free advice dear.” As if she hadn’t been doing that for the past hour.

“Stay away from that man.”

Crocodile gives a glance, but all he gets is a mane of dark hair and a jean jacket disappearing into the shelves. He raises an eyebrow

The owner grimaces “he’s Garps boy, his father is a good man but Dragon?” She clicks her tongue. “He’s trouble.”

“Thanks for the advice.” Clips out Croc cause he doesn’t care about townie gossip. He has to get back to deal with the horses.

It’s another two weeks before he actually meets Dragon. A knock on the door around 7 pm, crocodile answers while Edward looks on with interest.

Crocodile opens the door to a whole lotta man. Cradling Stefan like a baby.

The first thing that catches crocs eye is the tattoo bright, stark lines cross crossing over a dark eye.

The second thing is that Dragon is hot.

A hoarse rumble emanates from the man in question. “Found stef in the chicken coop again.”

“Oh he must have been catching up with Mitski.” Edward crows “you know their good friends”

Dragon nods, drops a “sleep well Newgate.” And leaves sans dog within a manner of seconds.

Crocodile closes the door “that’s Dragon?” He asks a little in disbelief.

His dad nods, Stefan firmly planted at his feet. “Aye, and don’t you go making any trouble for him. Lord knows the boys already had enough for two lifetimes.”

“Pretty sure patty at the hardware said, He was the trouble.” Crocodile says padding over to sit by his father.

“Patty is a gossiping cunt who don’t know her head from her ass.” Edward snaps.

“You like him.” Crocodile stares at his father “the town hates him, but you like him, you want to protect him.”

“Ain’t like his daddy was doing any protecting” Edward grumbles.

“Explain.”

His father sighed “don’t go repeating this alright? When dragon was still a lad in high school him and a friend of his got lynched by some neo nazi shitheads who thought that their belief in god have them the right to beat the shit out of anyone that didn’t fit their narrative.”

Edward swallowed “his friend died from internal injuries two days later. And the shitheads? They weren’t even charged, couldn’t risk their future is what the police decided.”

“So when Dragon got out of the hospital, he went after them. It was 6 to 1 and no one was there to witness it. Police rolled up found Dragon surrounded by the unconscious shitheads, they cuffed him and threw him to juvie without a thought. I hear after juvie he went for special forces, can’t imagine what he went through there. But all the townies see is the freaky kid who destroyed 6 football players careers in one night.”

His dad looked at crocodile, “he’s a good man, sad but good.”

And this of course, piques Crocodile’s interest even further.

But he doesn’t go digging for anything. He’s sure theres stuff about the incident if he looks into it, but he doesn’t really care to see the sanitized tale that let a half dozen skinheads get away with murder. He doesn’t want to see how a grief-stricken kid avenging his friend got watered down to “troubled teen severely injures six in vicious attack”.

If he wants the whole story, he’ll just have to hear it from Dragon. Like that’s ever gonna happen.

So he keeps helping around the farm, cursing any god that would listen because this is work he was not meant for.

Until one morning, there’s a horse in the yard. Not one of Pops’ either. It’s a strange looking one, too. A short mane that stood straight up like a shoe brush, with stripes fading in and out of its ochre coat. That’s… a zorse, right? They’re called zorses?

And just past the fence is another horse- also not one of Pops’- reddish brown at the front that paled into a nice silvery color towards the hindquarters, with a gorgeous black mane. This one was saddled.

And in that saddle…

“Nika, I take my eyes off of you for three damn seconds… ” Dragon, half-awake, half-dressed, and very exasperated, called from the back of the roan.

And as if all of this wasn’t surreal enough, Dragon was holding a freckle-faced boy on his hip that couldn’t have been older than three.

Who the fuck was this enigma of a man?

[robynlilyblack]

Congrats Robyn!!!🎆

Can i get the she's underwater water blurb thing where y/n goes to remus to confess that she loves sirius and doesn't know what to do and when she leaves Sirius comes in and is like moony I need your advice I love someone (y/n) and don't know what to do and Remus is just like dying cuz his friends are all idiots

Idiots

Sirius Black x fem! reader 

Summary: Y/n goes to Remus with a problem and five mintues later Sirius goes to him with the exact same problem

Warning: y/n and Sirius being oblivious, mention of sex, swearing, one naughty french phrase which is repeated one to many times through out

A/n: 1.5k words, I like the start and middle of this but i'm not sure about the ending even if it's kinda funny, thanks for the request i really liked it love mutually pinning idiots

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“Rem?” you call out as you push open the door to his dorm

Walking in you see Remus sitting on his bed book in hand smiling at you “Hey” he tilts his head “Something wrong?” he asks clearly seeing your nervous look

You bob your head a little unsure moving over to plop yourself down next to him on the bed, leaning on his shoulder “I’m in a bit of a predicament” 

 “What might be your predicament?” he inquires leaning his own head on yours

You hold up your pinkie “What I’m going to say doesn’t leave this room” you wiggle it at him

He chuckles at the childish sentiment but confirms to it, wrapping his much bigger finger around yours “Deal now tell me” he says releasing his finger but you keep your hands intertwined

“I fancy someone but I’m scared it’ll ruin the friendship” you confess pouting

Remus nods “Not me is it?” he checks to which you giggle, replying with a small ‘you wish wolfy’ making him chuckle and kiss your hair “Who is it then?” he asks although he does have a small incline as to who

“Sirius” you move your head to look at your friend “I know it’s so cliché to fall for your best friend…” Remus coughs “Sorry second best friend” you correct earing a ‘damn right’ “I don’t know what to do, it was okay to pretend at first but with him flirting with everyone all the time it’s hard to not want to just kiss is stupidly handsome face” you grab the air in front of you

“I’ll give you that, he is stupidly handsome” Remus grins at you “You ever thought of just doing that, kissing him”

You look at him like he’s insane “No course not, he doesn’t like me like that and…ugh why me!” you shift around on the bed and fall backwards

“You want my advice?”

You scoff “Remmy sweetie that’s why I came here” you nudge his shoulder with your foot

He lets out a laugh ticking your foot to get it away from him “Just tell him, you really think that he would just turn his back on you if he didn’t like you back? Besides he probably does fancy you, he flirts with you the most” Remus notes

“Does not”

“Does too and you know it” You huff in defeat, sitting up “Just think about it alright?” 

You nod “Fine but only for you” you point at him and you stand up “Now remember no one can know about this”

“No one can know about what?” Sirius’ voice comes from the door

“Bloody hell!” you exclaim in shock before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him “You scared this shit out of me you twat!” 

Sirius catches the pillow after it hits his chest laughing “Sorry darling did I scare you?” he says cheekily

“I have a full arsenal here” you point to the pillows on James bed next to you while Remus grabs one of his and hugs it so you can’t throw it

“Sorry” he apologies “You didn’t answer though”

Your eyes widen looking at Remus whose face screams ‘tell him’ “I had a sex dream about Remus” you blurt out making Remus’ mouth drop and Sirius bark a laugh

“Who hasn’t” Sirius says

James pops his head in the door “Who hasn’t what?” he calls in

“Had a sex dream about Moony” Sirius inform him

“Oh yeah totally normal, eh Moony” James winks at the boy “Hands off you lot” he points at you and Sirius “We’ve got a deal to marry if we are both single when we’re forty”

“What!” Sirius and you exclaim at the same time before looking at Remus

“You told me that’s was stupid when I asked” you cross your arms

“Dam right darling” Sirius nods in agreement

Remus is bright pink “In my defence James asked first and didn’t try to negotiate terms of how many shags a week” he looks at Sirius who shrugs turning to you to say ‘can you blame me?’

“Okay I’m leaving” you announce giggling at the silly conversation, saying your goodbyes as you walk out 

James closes the door behind you “Je veux te baiser” he asks stunning Sirius before he starts laughing “Fuck did I use that wrong…oh…that pretty fucker” he pokes his cheek, shaking his head as leaves the room 

“Do I want the translation?” Remus asks to which Sirius just shakes his head “So what can I do for you?”

Sirius flops onto the bed next to Remus, looking up at him “I need to get something off my chest” he says sincerely

“You’re in luck I’m all ears today” Remus says with a smile

“I’m in love” he confesses “…and I’m terrified” 

Remus’ eyes widen, heart dropping a little for you “Can I know who?”

Sirius looks back up at him “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” he eyes him

“Alright” Remus holds out his pinkie but Sirius just stares at it “Muggle thing forget about it” he waves it off “So who is it?”

Sirius turning back to look at the ceiling “Y/n” he sighs out 

Sirius didn’t really know what he expected Remus to say, maybe ‘oh my god’, perhaps an ‘I figured that, it was pretty obvious mate’ but what he certainly didn’t expect Remus to burst out in uncontrollable laughter

“Why are you laughing!” Sirius jolts up and turns on the bed “This is serious” he huffs

“Oh, it’s super sirius” Remus continues laughing, merlin was his best friends were idiots

Just as Sirius was about to whine some more the door opened revealing you “Siri what does Je veux te baiser mean? James just said it to me and Marlene said I was too cute to understand…oh and James told me to tell you he’s taken the map and cloak to kill your frère?...frare?” you try to say the word hoping he gets it before you see Remus red as he is dying in laughter and Sirius looking a little flustered as you spoke in French before chuckling at the last bit

“Did I miss something?” you ask with a raised eyebrow

“Y/n darling never say that phase to anyone other than me” Sirius informs you to which you nod saying ‘alright’ as you climb onto the bed

“So what’s going on?” you ask deciding to just join the conversation since thinking about what to do about the boy next to you was a matter for future y/n

“Nothing” Sirius says quickly “Remus just thought a problem I was having was hilarious” he says a little annoyed

“What was the problem?” you ask shifting closer to him and placing your hand over his, an act which makes Sirius a little nervous and Remus laugh again

“Remus” Sirius scolds him

The boy holds up his hands “I’m sorry but this is too funny…” he calms himself down, getting an idea “I need to go promised Lily I’d study with her but I do have advice for this problem of yours Pads” Remus says leaning in to whisper something in Sirius’ ear for about 30 seconds before he leaves

Sirius’ mood seems to pick up smiling brightly at you “The advice help?” you mirror his expression

He nods “Yeah I just need to put it into practice you see…” Sirius starts talking but you can’t really hear him as you just look at his lips, aw fuck it, you think as you launch forward to peck his lips quickly shocking him “Couldn’t have let me finish first” he complains starting to chuckle

“What were you saying?” you ask a little confused but happy he wasn’t mad

“Fuck the speech now, come here” he gestures before just pulling you over to straddle his lap

You flounder in his grasp “Siri!” you giggle before looking at him “Can I please get the premise of the speech?” you wonder

“I like you more than a friend and I want us to be together” he says simply making your eyes light up

“I like you too…wait” you tilt your head realising “Rem told you, didn’t he?”

He nods “Little bit, but he did say that when you figured it out I was to say that your words were it ‘can’t leave this room’ and technically he did honour it”

You shake your head chuckling “Guess it doesn’t matter now” you shrug “We’re both really silly”

“Hell yeah you are!” you here Remus shout through the door “Now I’m going to leave but as both of yours best friend, I am telling you to make out for the sake of everyone’s sanity”

You and Sirius laugh together before he cups your face “Well you heard the man” he says smiling 

“Is this a good time to say Je veux te baiser?” you ask to which his eyes flash with something else

He lifts you up throws you onto the bed next to him making you squeal as he climbs on top of you “Well if you insist”

Thank you for reading 💛

[yamahex]

Not The Right Time Finale

Summary: Tori comes clean

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the love and support on this series, I had so much fun writing it!

“Tell me what?”

“Well it’s seems that “Riah’s new mommy” forgot she was pregnant when she was taking shots at the club.” You pulled out your phone and showed Jack the picture. His eyes widened and he looked up at Tori.

“Jack it’s not what it looks like! That was just water!” Tears welled in her eyes.

“Cut the bullshit Tori.” You crossed you arms.

“Jack I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I don’t want to lose you!” He walked up to her.

“So you thought faking a pregnancy was the best way to show that??”

“I’m sorry-“

“Get the hell out of my sight. Don’t ever come near me or my family again or I’ll get a restraining order on your crazy ass.” You laughed making her attention turn to you.

“You think this shit is so funny don’t you?” She started walking towards you.

“Yeah actually I do, your desperateness is quite hilarious.” She was inches away from your face.

“You know what I think is funny?” You tilted your head up.

“Your ugly ass daughter.” Your fist tightened and the vein in your head looked as if it could pop. Tori tried to walk away but was yanked to the ground by her hair.

“Oh shit.”

Jack ran over to you trying to pull you off of her. Of course you managed to get some good hits in before getting yanked off by Jack.

His hands strongly held onto your waist.

“Let me go!” Tori got up off the ground catching a couple drips of blood from her mouth.

“Jack let me go, she’s not gonna talk about our daughter like that!!” You fought against Jack making his grip tighten.

“Stop Y/N, it’s not worth it.” The hotel security came up to assess the issue.

“Get her the hell outta here.” The security nodded and grabbed Tori by the arm.

“You crazy bitch!”

“I’ll show you crazy if you ever speak of my daughter again!!” You yelled back at her as she left the building. Jack’s grip loosened but still held you to prevent any last minute attempts at violence.

“Hey it’s okay.” Your attention was still focused on the entrance of the building, fuming at the confrontation.

“You got her mama bear.” He snickered and turned your head towards him with his hands.

“Any marks?” He examined your face.

“Nah ma she didn’t lay a hand on you.”

You let out a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I should have listened to you.”

“Yeah you should have. Keep that in mind the next time I get a feeling about something.”

He snickered and took in your features.

“Not gon lie, that was hot.” You scoffed and he leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. No more bullshit right?” You looked at him with a serious expression.

“Actually I got a son with this other chick.” Your face was unamused.

“Don’t fucking play with me.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder and kissed your head. “Nah I’m just kidding.”

You pushed him away and walked towards the elevator.

“You play too damn much.” He chuckled then ran to catch up to you.

Unfortunately Jack couldn’t prolong his tour any longer, meaning he wouldn’t see you and Riah for a while.

“Do you have to go?” Tears rolled down Riah’s cheeks.

“I do princess, I’m sorry. But I’ll call you and mommy everyday. And soon we’ll see about bringing you and mommy to live with me.” Her face perked up making you smile.

“Don’t you have something to give daddy Ri?” She gasped and reached in her pocket for the gift.

“I made this for you!” She handed Jack a beaded bracelet that had a letter R and your initial on it. “So we’ll always be with you!”

His lip lightly quivered and his eyes saddened. “Thank you princess.”

Neelam peaked her head off the bus. “Boys we gotta go.” He nodded.

“Alright give me a hug!” Riah ran in his arms and hugged him tight.

“What about my hug?!” Urban threw his hands up making Riah run to him after being set down. Jack walked up to you.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imma miss you too ma. I’ll see you soon tho.” You leaned in and whispered in his ear.

“When you get back we can make baby number two.” His eyes widened and you smirked.

“Shit I’ll cancel the whole damn tour right now.” You giggled and kissed his lips. You tried to pull away but he pulled you in for another kiss.

“Yuck…” Urban fake gagged making you and jack laugh. Riah ran up to you and you picked her up.

“Love you girls.”

“We love you too!” The boys got on the bus and pulled off as you and Riah waved.

Riah’s expression saddened. “We’ll see him soon babe.” She nodded.

“Now let’s go, grandma made dinner!”

Bonus:

1 1/2 Years Later

You and Riah were now in living with Jack and you couldn’t have been happier. He called you two everyday while he was away and every once in awhile flew you out to whatever extravagant place he was at. He kept his promise and didn’t let his career come in between you guys. Eventually the media found out about you and Riah, due to Jack coming clean about hints that were in the air. They had a mostly positive outlook, not that you cared.

“Mommy look!” Riah ran into the kitchen to show you her drawing. You looked down from your cooking and smiled.

“Wow that’s really good babe! You should show daddy.” Her eyes lit up and Jack walked into the kitchen. “Daddy, daddy look!”

She ran up to him and he crouched to her level.

“This is amazing Ri! I might have to use it for my album cover.” She smiled brightly then went back to coloring.

Jack walked up behind you and placed his hands on your baby bump. “Smells good ma.”

“Thank you, it’ll be ready soon.” He spun you around and looked at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, just taking you in. I didn’t get to see you like this the first time. You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks flushed and you gave him a kiss. The two of you giggled after pulling away.

“I can’t wait to see how you handle a newborn.”

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[erodasfishtacos]

Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

-

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

-

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

-

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

-

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

-

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

-

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

[jameui]

MOVIE DATE

PAIRING: Hwang Hyunjin x Manager!M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNING: Hyunjin being a jerk

SUMMARY: You boyfriend, Hyunjin took you out on a date to watch your favorite movie.

You sighed in exhaustion and as if the world was trying to test you, a fast running bicycle came your way causing you to jump to the side, so fast that you forgot about the takeouts you had in your hands and at a blink of an eye the neatly boxed items fell to the ground, all the food now spilled on the floor with your eyes widening in fear. "Shit!" You yelled out and tried to get back to the restaurant again, but as soon as you got there the line was already long and it'd take you ages to get to the counter to order, again.

You were at your way to your work with your phone squeezed in between your shoulder and ear as you talked to your co-manager on the other line who seemed agitated for your tardiness, while you tried to balance the foods you were made to order. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure that won't happen again." You told the male before the call was cut short when he decided to hang up all of a sudden.

Looking around, you saw a chinese restaurant that had the smallest line, so you went there and bought the food there, even though the orders of the group was not exactly what they wanted for you to buy. You just couldn't go back empty handed.

After a few minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the venue of the fansign event and got there just in time before Stray Kids were called to the stage for their activity to be done, but the moment you got there you saw that the people present were already eating their food away. They noticed your presence entering the room whilst their head turned to look at you. "I... Good morning, everyone." You greeted them. 'Guess their manager got their food delivered.'

You didn't get a reply, except from the group who was more than happy to see that you had food on your hands. "Hyung! Thank God. I was starving." The group's youngest, Jeongin said as he helped you put the foods down on the table. "You're seriously a life saver."

You smiled at him giving him a muttered thanks that earned you a smile from Jeongin. Honestly speaking, Jeongin was the second best person you ever liked in the group, the first being Lee Felix since he was the only person to ever approach you on your first day since he was able to see how much you were so nervous. Felix was also one of the members who taught you korean, the other being Bang Chan. You had always knew the group back then, and now and you were damn thankful that you got the opportunity to be in their circle.

Knowing how young you were to be working for them, they treated you nicely, not because they needed to, rather cause it was in their nature to be caring. Well, at least except one person. You were the closest to Felix who treated you like his personal manager and a friend as well, going out on friendly dates with you to the park, dog cafés, just anywhere Felix would find interesting to visit.

Who's the person that seemed irritated whenever you were around you ask? Why, the one and only visual king, Hwang Hyunjin. He doesn't actually treat you bad, but the way his eyes would always turn dark or displeased when you show up in his line of sight made you feel so small and felt totally unwelcomed. That was then, apparently, since today the male looked a little too quiet and didn't even bother to look at you. Believe me or not that's actually the kindest thing he's done to you.

You would try to go to him to try and talk to him, worried by his silence. You just furrowed your brows and sighed completely aware that no matter how much you try to talk to him he won't even dare to acknowledge you being there for him.

"M/n, are you just gonna stand there? Come and eat." Chan told you, but you just politely declined his offer with the shake of your head before telling him that you had just taken your breakfast and that you were full, more and you feel like your stomach's gonna burst. "Hm, suit yourself, but I'll be leaving mine untouched, so you can eat it when you get hungry, yeah?"

"You're so kind, Chan." You gave him a smile that got Chan smiling also showing his deep dimples that you could just dive in it anytime soon.

"Hey, hey, hey! We've known each other the longest. Why do I still have to call you 'hyung' and M/n doesn't?" Jisung, one of the group's rapper, pouted with folded arms as Chan chuckled before ruffling the kid's hair that Jisung angrily shook off.

"Well, since he's not that spoiled, unlike you." Chan answered Jisung who gasped dramatically. "And he also gained my permission, so—"

"Whenever or not he's around, is he the only person that ever comes into your mind?" That all too familiar voice spoke out, all your heads turning towards the person. He scoffed and stood up with a smirk on his face, probably in disbelief that the whole group was talking to you and always thought about you. "I mean, come on. There's gotta be something else to talk about other than this... person." You felt his eyes look at you while your eyes stared at him with rising anger. "There's sports, other artists, songs, music, so many and you chose to pick him as the topic of your talk."

"Hyunjin, that is very disrespectful." Chan gritted out, but Hyunjin knew better than to listen or to even stop.

"I'm really not, hyung." Hyunjin's smirk grew wider eyeing you with a suspicious look on his eyes. An idea popped in his head as he opened his mouth to talk. "But, if you want to, I could show you how disrespectful I can get." Without any warning, he took the take-out container and bottled drink in his hand and gave you no second to react as he poured all of its contents onto your head with a loud gasp coming out of you. "There. I'll call it a masterpiece even."

"Hwang Hyunjin!" Bang Chan's voice boomed through the whole room a still smirking Hyunjin turning around to face the older male who was fuming with anger. "You—"

"Chan!" You called out to him before things got a little out of hand. For pete's sake their going to just fight because Hyunjin had made a mess of you? You were not even worth the fight. "No. I'm fine. I can just quickly change, that's all. I'll be right back and I better get no reports about you two fighting." You told the two, Chan rolling his eyes.

You got out of the room and ran as fast as you can to the nearest restroom, cleaning yourself as soon as you arrived. Times like this you would immediately bawl your eyes out, but with the constant behavior that Hyunjin showed to you, you grew used to it. Heck, you even sometimes feel that the other boys only act like they liked you being there and when you weren't, they'd stab you behind your back. "Goodness, why won't this get off."

"Need help?" A raspy voice came from the entrance of the restroom, turning your head around to see Felix leaning himself on the door frame with his arms crossed, then untangled them to let his hands rest inside his pockets and stepped inside as you smiled at him. "Do you need more tissue?"

You shook your head at him, your attention back on your stained favorite shirt wiping them clean with the tissues the place's restroom owned. "Nah, there's plenty here. Besides, I'm all dried up now." You said and showed yourself to him, Felix knitting his brows in worry.

He seeped air through his teeth and cocked his head to the side, unsure if you should be wearing that now dirty shirt when you'd be with them during the activity the whole time. "I don't think you should be wearing that."

"Why? It's my favorite sweater." You chuckled half-heartedly.

"Yeah, I know, M/n, but it's dirty. Plus, I think it gets pretty uncomfortable seeing that stain on your shirt and it gets sticky. Yeugh." Felix pretended to barf which got you laughing softly. Felix, though not trying to be funny, whatever he does it always seemed so funny to you.

"Fine, fine. I'll go change, the problem though is that I didn't bring an extra shirt with me today." You told Felix scratching your nape.

"Really? Well, I guess we have to borrow from one of the group's." Felix suggested, but your eyes grew sizes bigger upon hearing that and waved your hands.

"No way, Felix! I have already done enough damage, I can't afford to borrow a shirt from one of the members, or to you even." You told him, but it all fell on deaf ears as Felix refused to listen. "I'm just trouble, Felix. You don't have to worry about me."

Felix hummed with two fingers pinching his chin gently. "Yeah, I don't think so." He took your wrist and started to drag you back to the dressing room. "Come on, I know there's someone willing to let you borrow a shirt." You just sighed, knowing that Felix won't even dare to change his mind when he had already set them on something.

Alas, as you two got there, none of the members even had a spare shirt to let you borrow. They were very willing and even tried to look around if there was anything, but to no avail. Although, there was one last person you didn't ask. "Hyunjin. You were the cause of this mess, you let him borrow your shirt." Felix sternly told the older male who pilled his brows together.

"What?! No way! Are you telling me I'd offer to do something for that guy? No!" Hyunjin retorted making Felix growl.

Felix was so ready to throw punches at the male who didn't seem to be bothered by the situation, but you just put a hand on Felix's shoulder and assured him. "That's alright, Felix. My sweater was thick enough to not get my undershirt wet. Although, I'm grateful for your effort." You smiled at him and sighed.

Just in time, you heard a call from one of your co-manager that the group was already being requested to be at the stage right now. You gave them an encouraging smile as they all did the same. "Alright boys. It's time to go out there and meet millions of your fans."

The group all shouted, excluding Hyunjin, hurray and hurried out to get on stage, you following behind after you were able to discard your sweater, leaving you only on your black t-shirt. You shivered at the cold now that you were left with a thin clothing that wasn't appropriate for the type of weather you were having and not mention that the place was fully air-conditioned.

Your shaking was not too evident, but one of the members, Seungmin, was able to notice it. Feeling pity he made his way to Hyunjin and tried to convince him. "Jinnie, M/n's cold. Please lend him your jacket, at least. He'll get sick if he continues to get exposed to the cold."

"Better for him."

"Hyunjin, please... Besides, you're already wearing thick layers of clothes why not let M/n borrow." Seungmin reasoned out and solemnly knitted his brows to persuade the male, Hyunjin rolling his eyes at his bestfriend and huffed before taking his jacket off of him and handed it over to Seungmin who silently squeaked. "Thanks, Hyunjin." Hyunjin brushed it off with a 'whatever', the younger of the two jogging his way towards you and gave you the jacket he got from Hyunjin. "I noticed your shivering, so I want you to take this jacket and no, you can't say you can't accept it."

You nodded your head at him and took the jacket from his hands. "Thank you, Seungmin."

"My pleasure." He smiled at you with those puppy dog like smile. He skipped back to reunite with his group while you put on the jacket that Seungmin offered you. You were still in thought though how Seungmin was able to convince Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket. You knew Hyunjin owned the jacket since he wouldn't let them go since the moment you arrived.

You noticed how the jacket was too big for you, since the sleeves of the piece of clothing only let your fingers peek out through the holes while the flaps reached further down your hips, but it totally felt cozy and smelled like... Hyunjin. How do you explain it? You don't even know where to begin. It was him. The reason why you wanted to work with Stray Kids. You didn't want to look like you were some type of stalker, but all you ever wanted was to befriend Hyunjin.

The befriending process didn't go the way you actually thought it would go. Everytime his eyes met yours or you heard his voice you'd get all flustered and so nervous that your tongue always gets tied, the words you want to tell him gets trapped inside your mouth. It all started to be just an admiration towards the slightly older male until your determination to become his friend gradually became an unknown feeling towards Hyunjin, until realizing later that you actually liked the group's rapper, despite all his bad treatment towards you.

Back to reality, you hugged yourself and took in the wonderful scent the artist gave off until one of your co-worker nudged you. "Hey, stop sniffing the clothes. You totally look like a sasaeng."

"W-what? I wasn't sniffing anything." You denied it earning an eye roll. Later, you heard the whole place bursted into shouts of joy and excitement as Stray Kids made their appearance on the stage greeting all their fans inside and outside of the place. They all took their turns taking the mic to express their happiness and gratefulness to their ocean of fans that filled up the whole place.

Soon, the group was seated at a long rectangular table that was a perfect fit letting all the members seat on their respective seats. There were chairs as well settled in front of the table with each settled across a specific member.

You were appointed to keep guard and stand behind Hyunjin, in any case of fans throwing shade at him or any forms of harm or hate towards the member who had just been caught up in a supposed bullying rumor.

The line started to form as people who were present inside the place took their turns to talk to each member and get a sign from them. So far, you could only wonder how paranoid the company was to keep you on guard of Hyunjin when all these people here are Stays and they wouldn't do such thing to throw hate to any members in the group. Right?

The line was still too long to be gone in just minutes making you sigh, hearing your tummy rumble hoping that no one heard that. You now finally regret not eating that noodles that Chan offered you, the hunger finally hitting your system as your tummy continued to grumble. You pursed your lips and forced your eyes closed while you brought your head down in embarrassment. 'Fuck... why now?'

After a short while, the line was starting to get shorter and shorter, you thanking the heavens for the fast passing by of the time. But, the moment you least expected to happen happened. You felt a harsh tap on your legs and another and another after it finally took your attention, getting a little shocked that the action was done by the person who hated you the worst. "Take it before I change my mind." He told you. You complied and bowed at him politely as he tuts his tongue. "Who would even think of going to work on an empty stomach?"

'You... poured it on me?' You thought then shrugging it off before you looked at the treat offered to you by Hyunjin. You wondered what type of bread it was and hesitated, although Hyunjin's back was facing you he was able to sense your hard time on trying to eat what he gave you.

"It's not poisoned, M/n." He whispered as he signed the album that had his photo on it, then looking up at the fan who would like to talk to him.

Their talk wasn't audible to you, but you opened the packaging of the nicely wrapped pastry and bit on it with your body facing the wall so your back was turned against the people to cover yourself while you ate. One of your co-manager did notice your unwanted behavior and stomped his way to you and took the baked good from your hands and threw it to the ground to step on it and crush it good. "What do you think you're doing, L/n?! You're being inappropriate right now." He gritted out to you with a small voice almost like a whisper so no one else would hear you two. You bowed your head subtly before a hand was placed right below your chin as you looked up at him confused. "Spit." He ordered, referring to the food you were chewing.

You nod your head and spit out the food that was in your mouth into his hand while he picked up the wasted food and left, then threw it all at a trash can. "Fuck." You sighed as you held your chest and slowly turned around to face the non-existent line, the group now interacting with their fans.

Just looking at them now, you were able to remember when you were the one who was there seated at the chairs shouting out the name of the person you would call as your bias, which is no other than Kim Seungmin. At least, when you still didn't take the job to be one of the group's manager. Usually, it would only take one manager to manage the group, but why did this group require another one? You questioned yourself. It was all unexplained to you, but all you gotta do was to just be glad that you get to be friends with the people you see as your role models.

"Hyunjin-ah! When did you start trading jackets with your manager?" The question came out as a shout that got everyone laughing, including the group. You were only able to chuckle knowing that it was Seungmin who convinced Hyunjin to let you borrow his jacket.

Hyunjin didn't get to answer the question, when another fan spoke from the crowd that got every fans' attention. "Are rumors true that you don't treat Manager L/n well?"

Chan furrowed his brows and picked up his microphone. "Where did you get this story?" He chuckled trying to make it sound that it wasn't true and just pure bluff. Chan looked at Hyunjin with the face that told Hyunjin that he should start treating you well if he didn't want the netizens to know about his treatment towards you. "Anyways, it's seriously not true."

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A few minutes later and the event was finally finished and the group was bidding their goodbyes to their fans as they started to walk backstage. You waited for them at their waiting room with a handful of bottled waters for the boys to pick up once they get inside. The door soon opened revealing the group with a tense atmosphere following them that got you so confused. "Hey—"

"Hyunjin. If word gets out about your mistreatment to M/n, that would be a serious damage to our image and to M/n as well, 'cause he's obviously in pain because of you!" Chan yelled at the trouble causing male who only rolled his eyes paying no heed to his warning.

"Atleast, I never went too far as to really hurt him physically." Hyunjin deadpanned Chan growling at his response. Your eyes flickered to Hyunjin, then to Chan not knowing what to do in this situation.

"You are seriously being a jerk right now, Hyunjin." Chan fumed in anger while Hyunjin just continued to act deaf and played on his phone. Chan, giving up, sighed and plopped down on his seat. "Ayayay."

They took turns in getting your glances as you thought of a way to calm the atmosphere. You had already been their manager for a over a year now and this was the only time that Hyunjin ever spoke up to Chan and, to top it off, with sass and without the slightest feeling of being bothered. That was the moment you felt like you had enough. You've had enough with all these things. You were tired of yourself to even think that Hyunjin would finally soften up to you and be his friend. You were wrong to even apply for this kind of job. The group wouldn't be fighting if it hadn't been for you appearing in their lives all so suddenly. "Guys... let him do as he pleases. I'll be the one to take of whatever the netizens hear."

Chan raised his eyes up at you with furrowed brows. "What do you plan on doing? Whatever it is don't do it."

You smiled and nodded. "I won't, Chan." You held up the bottles in your hands and turned on a toothy smile. "Water? Anyone?" They all sighed in relief and got their turns in picking their own bottled water, the last one not being picked up by Hyunjin, so you decided to give it to him. You brought the cold drink to his face making him flinch as he looked up at you. "Thank you for the bread, by the way." You told him and giggled. "I've already packed your jacket in your bag." You informed him and patted his back.

The once crazily terrifying atmosphere now turned into a more comfortable one, the one you always would want to see. You didn't know what got you the courage to speak or blurt out whatever you had in your mind, but you looked at Hyunjin and said: "Hyunjin, can I talk to you privately?" Thankfully, their loud voices was able to distract themselves from hearing your request to Hyunjin who sighed and nodded his head. He stood up from his seat and started to move outside of the room. You followed behind closely, feeling intimidated by the month older's tall figure. "Hyunjin..."

"Cut to the chase, M/n. I don't have much time." He told you as you nod your head in understanding and fiddled with your fingers.

"I know, you'd probably like hearing this, but could I have the permission to quit as your group's manager?" You asked him, his forehead creasing that made him pull his brows together. "I was able to notice what the group had become the moment I became your manager—"

"And do you think quitting would change it?" Hyunjin asked you with a raised brow. "If anything, it'd probably—no, it would break their hearts to know that you quitted. If you do so, you're not only quitting as a manager, but as their friend as well."

"And you're able to say that after you purposely tried to have me fired or suspended from work by offering me that bread?" You sarcastically answered, Hyunjin clearing his throat.

"Well... that wasn't my intention. I didn't even know it'd get you fired." Hyunjin replied making you chuckle.

"Yeah..." You replied with a sad smile. "But, I don't wanna be the reason why you and Chan would always fight. Stray Kids is Stray Kids because they're fun and loving, caring. And I don't want to change that by being around the group." Hyunjin never replied anymore and you sighed. "I'm heading back now." You said and as you started to walk back inside, Hyunjin spoke.

"I wish you never entered our life, at all, M/n." He told you that got your heart broken into pieces. Sure, you admitted that he never liked you even just a bit, but him saying it so bluntly to you, it's like he does really mean it and could only care less. You were about to speak when Hyunjin beat you to it. "If so, I wouldn't be able to garner these undeniable feelings I have for you."

You froze. Were you hearing right? You just cleaned your ears this morning, well you do it everyday. Is your ear trying to play with you? "W-what?"

"DAMN! WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT?!" You gasped with your mouth full of popcorn, your boyfriend, Hyunjin seated beside you at the movie theater. He smiled at you admiring how cute you looked with your shocked expression that was being illuminated by the big screen. "Jinnie! Look, they're gonna kiss! AH!!" As the two actors in the movie was about to kiss, one of the movie's cast bursted out of the door cutting the kiss and earned a few 'oh's and 'I hate you, Chan's. "Chan is such a cock blocker."

"Watch your mouth, babe." Hyunjin told you making you pout.

"It's true, though!" You retorted and Hyunjin could only laugh at your cuteness and honest opinions.

[kittehkwrites]

Cranky

Summary: Erik does not understand the importance of nap-time. 

Warnings: Fluff, dad!Erik, Soft!erik

Before your son was born you thought you’d be the mother of a momma’s boy or somethin... Boy were you wrong.

From in the womb, your baby boy would only calm down at the sound of his father’s timber voice.

“Aye lil man, yo momma’s tired right now and you doin all that kickin is keeping her up.” He’d say all serious but you couldn't help but smile at how he was acting and he followed on with “i’m gonna need you to bring it down a few notches” At that, your son would kick back at his father’s hand and the look on Erik’s face was too funny.

it had your stomach shaking and the little boy inside you pushing his hands and feet inside of you so that you could both feel and see his clear displeasure at being told to relax.

“Don’t get fresh lil boy.” You had to let a little ‘oop’ out when his voice got deeper and your thighs clenched up since it’s been a while. Ain’t his fault, the doctor just said to lay off it since the last time you guys went “a bit rough” and they didn’t want to chance an early birth.

The baby relaxed the same way you did when he used his authoritative tone.

“That’s right lil man.” He said after feeling the baby calm down at his command. He was smiling at you when he caught your eyes and you smiled back when he started to caress the bump caring your “future prince” as he’d always call him, since Erik stated he was the King and you’re his Queen so ‘lil man’ is the prince.

“Erik. You better make it up to him before he takes it out on me.”

“You lucky.” He said with a look like ‘what you think this is?’ But he saw your stern face and he remembered the nights of discomfort increasing since the baby was getting closer and he didn’t like you being in pain or uncomfortable during what was supposed to be a beautiful moment so he did what he could in hopes it’d pacify the baby for the night.

“Aye baby boy”- you always thought it was cute when he said that-” you know daddy loves you, right?” He pulled back from the close proximity to your stomach, waiting for the little hand or footprint to press against his large hand.

“Right?” He would look to you and you’d rub your underbelly to get the baby to respond to his now pouting father. You're convinced your baby inherited his attitude from, which would mean he’d be bratty from time to time because they can’t handle restrictions to their freedom.

“Come on baby boy. Daddy’s out here pouting”- He shoved you a bit and you just let out a bit of a scoff before continuing- “and momma can’t sleep with y’all fighting at each other” A little more rubbing and your little boy was pushing out his foot to meet the spot in which both you and your husbands hands were sat on your underbelly.

“I love you lil man. Can’t wait to meet you when you get here.” And with that, he’d put a little kiss on your belly before coming up to you, hands still on your stomach and fingers still brushing against the stretch marks that laid on the sides of your belly, and give you a soft kiss that gave you the same sparks as the first time you both kissed.

“I love you too baby.” He said before pecking your lips “don't forget it.” He said before turning off the bedside lamp and then laying behind you before letting sleep take over the both of you.

That was approximately 8 months ago.

The baby is now 6 months and your husband was a damn hog.

“Erik! Give me my baby!”

You and your husband have been playing an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with you son, Erik initiating the game after you wanted to put the baby down for a nap before heading to your parents house for family day.

“He’s mines too” He’d call out quickly before turning back to your son in his hands, continuing to make faces at the little boy and getting squeals of joy from the little body.

“Not for long you shit!” You huffed out as you started to make your way up the stairs, following the baby laughs. You were just tired and your husband wanted to annoy you, as you were convinced no man would keep the baby up for this long and not want to pass off their child to the mother. 

“He needs to sleep or else he’ll be cranky and I already have to deal with you! I don’t need to be dealing with the both of y’all at once, plus my family members coming up to me afraid to ask you what’s wrong or tell me how to raise my baby!” You continued, finally approaching the two bodies located in your husbands office. 

He gave you a look as he saw your slightly angered and annoyed expression, but he didn’t care. 

He had has lil man and his momma could stay mad, he thought.

“Babe. It’ll be alright. He don’t give no trouble, right lil man? Tell yo momma to go lay down before she pops a vessel.” He said in that ‘baby’ voice that annoyed the crap out of you but you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow up at the nonsense spewing from your husbands mouth.

So you nodded your head, went over to the baby and checked his diaper before kissing him on the forehead and making your way out of the room.

He don’t even know.

Just as you said, so it happened.

You guys reached your family gathering and guess what happened within the first 20 minutes of greetings from aunts, uncles, grandparents and such?

If you guessed a cranky baby, then you were very right.

“Baby?” You ignored your husband who now had his signature stoic expression placed on his face, but it slowly formed into a confused scowl at the jerky limbs and loud hollering coming from the sleepy child who, may I remind you, ‘don’t give no trouble.’, according to your big headed husband.

“Baby? Your so-”

“-oh now he's my son? i thought you had that covered? Correct me if i'm wrong but didn't you say he didn't give any trouble?” You were making sure he’d hear the judgement in your voice at his foolish comments made earlier. 

“Yea bu-”

“-but nothin. Handle it before he ‘pops a vessel’” You said before seeing one of your favourite cousins and going to them, leaving your husband in a state of confusion while your son just wanted to sleep.

This went on for another 15 mins before your cousin and a couple other relatives came over and asked what erik did to the baby.

You simple said “He wouldn’t let me put the baby down for a nap.” which resulted in a few head shakes and inhales from the surrounding bodies, knowing that a nap could be the best thing for the baby and the parent.

“Girl go help that man. He probably over there trying to give the baby commands like some drill sergeant.”

“Don’t do my man like that” You couldn’t help but laugh at the way they all saw erik as this military man but to you he would always be your big softie, especially after the birth of your son. He just showed his love differently than others and you didn’t fault him for it. 

You waited another two minutes before gulping down the rest of the juice in your cup before heading to your husband and distressed baby.

“Alright papa. Momma’s hear. I know, i know. Daddy doesn’t have the magic touch huh? Maybe he’ll listen to me won't he? wont he? That’s right. Come on papa, nap time.” You said, taking him out the grasp of your husband after washing your hands in the kitchen sink and drying them off once you reached to the two inside. 

You checked his diaper and it was dry, probably changed before you got here since your husband probably thought he had a soiled diaper. You also saw the half empty bottle of milk in the baby bag near where you were seated on the couch and chalked it up to your husband attempting to silence the cries of the infant.

You had placed him on your legs once you got comfortable on the couch. Fingers running over his eyebrows, his cheeks, his nose and back up to his forehead and ears in the soothing motion. Within 5 minutes he was sleeping and your husband couldn’t be happier. 

“Baby”

“Yes mr know-it-all” You responded smartly, not taking your eyes off the small body in your lap.

“Don’t get smart now.” You had to refrain from clenching your thighs together and looked at your husband with challenging eyes.

You saw him deflate slightly once he remembered he was in the wrong. 

“I’ll listen next time.” You let out a little hum and turned back to your son in your lap. 

You just sat in awe at the life you created with the man next to you. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t realise your husband had grabbed your chin softly before turning your face to his, placing the sweetest, most gentle kiss on your lips that left you weak once he pulled back.

“I love you” He said. That glint in his deep eyes made you swoon like it had when you first met him at the black owned coffee shop near the outreach centre.

“I love you too” You said softly before smiling at the grin that broke out on his face after knowing you weren’t so mad with him. 

Hey y’all!

Hope your week started off alright and that you’ve enjoyed your weekend😊

This is the main account that i’ll be posting on in regards to my written work because i couldn’t interact as i wanted to on my side-blog.

But I won’t be deleting anything on that blog, im just moving over to this one.

Let me know what you thought of this soft imagine and who you’d like me to write for or just ask me anything😁

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Nice To Meet You (2)

Bucky x Wilson!reader

Warning: 18+, Smut (seriously, children are not welcomed here)

Word Count: 3,152 (I literally tried so hard to keep this short)

********

The drive to the docks to meet Sam and Sarah was too quick. You wanted to spend more time with him alone.

Once you arrived, you kept your distance from both Bucky and Sam and helped Sarah most of the time. You were sitting something inside of the wheel house when she silently followed behind you. You paused to look at Bucky and then turned around almost crashing into her.

"You know those glances you've been giving him hasn't been as subtle as you think," she squinted.

"Girl, what are you even talking about??" You feigned innocence.

She just stared at you until you finally cracked.

"Damn it!" You looked out at Sam and Bucky talking.

"So?? Tell me everything," she motioned for you to hurry up with her hand. "How was it?"

"Amazing," you sighed as you thought about all the nasty things the two of you had done.

"Aye man, what are you smiling about? Are you even listening to me? Why are you so weird?" You heard Sam yell.

When you looked up, you saw the window was open. Your heart rate sped up. There's simply no way he heard that... Did he??

"I can't believe you slept with a man you just met and Sam's friend of all people, " she shook her head.

"You look out there at that man and you look me in my face and tell me that you wouldn't," you challenged her.

"Yeah, he's kinda cute for a white guy," she said.

"Besides, they're not friends... they're coworkers."

When Bucky started laughing, you knew he could hear you. He got a real kick out of hearing you use the line he'd tried using on you last night.

You slammed the window shut embarrassed. Once Sarah realized what had just happened she fell into a fit of laughter.

"It's not funny, that's so embarrassing," you put your face in your hands.

"I just want to know how you plan on telling Sam? You know how he gets, he's gonna shit a brick."

"I know and I don't care if he's mad at me, but I don't want him to be mad at Bucky."

"Ooh, a sneaky link," she danced.

"Girl bye!" You laughed. "What do you know about a sneaky link?" You walked outside.

"I got Tik Tok too," she bragged.

You all finished the work you were doing on the boat for the day. You were happy Bucky was there to help move things along faster. You shook your head at the way he and Sam constantly bickered back and forth throughout the day.

"I know what I'm doing, I've been fixing on this boat my whole life!" Sam would yell.

"Hey, pipe down. You're still wet behind the ears. Just let me show you!" Bucky yelled back.

"Will you two just get a room?" Sarah asked, finally getting them to shut up.

Back home, the boys wanted to spend the rest of their weekend at their friend's house and Sarah welcomed the break.

"Alright, my kids aren't here so I'm not cooking," your sister announced.

"It's Sam's turn anyway," you said.

"No, it's your turn," he fired back.

"I cooked yesterday, you weren't here. Bucky ate, so it counts."

"Bucky definitely ate," he said.

Sarah choked on her drink. Sam, completely oblivious, patted her back and made a comment about hef never knowing how to drink without choking since she was little.

"So, pizza? Yeah, I'll order pizza. Sam, Sarah your usual right?"

"Yep," she answered in between breaths.

"Got it, I'll go up and order online." You jogged out of the room.

When Bucky followed behind you Sam asked where he was going.

"I'm from New York, Sam. I'm gonna make sure she picks the best pizza place." He said matter of factly.

When you two finally got to your room, you smacked Bucky on the arm.

"Ow!" He whined.

"Oh, please!" You smacked him again, "are you trying to get us caught?" 

"Mmm hmm," he pulled you close and kissed your neck.

Your body melted into his. Unable to resist his advances, you put your arms around his neck and kissed him. Soon after your legs were wrapped around his waist and he had you pressed up against the wall.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he said in between kisses.

"Then do it," you teased.

Bucky didn't waste a single second turning you around and pulling down your joggers. He kicked your feet apart and pushed inside of you.

"Oh, fuck yesss," you hissed.

He put his hand over your mouth. The last thing he wanted was to be distracted by your sounds of pleasure and unable to hear someone coming.

Your pussy was so wet. The sloshing sound was driving him crazy and he wanted to get on his knees and suck it, but knew better.

He wanted to see your face, so he turned you back around and lifted you up again. This time he slid into your pussy slowly, watching as your mouth opened and you tried desperately not to make a sound.

"Do you know how good you feel?" He said into your ear. "I'm gonna cum in this tight little pussy. It's mine now and I don't care who knows it."

You grabbed his chin and pressed your lips to his. The knot in your belly unraveled as you creamed all over his dick.

"That's my girl," he fucked you quicker and harder as you tightened around him.

Bucky moaned into your mouth as his body stiffened and he came inside of you. He used one hand to brace himself on the wall and the other to keep you in place. He stopped you when you unwrapped your legs.

"No, wanna feel you," he panted into your throat.

"We don't have time for this, one of them will eventually come see what's taking so long," you wiggled out of his hold.

He let you down, but not before he got one more kiss.

He pulled his pants up while you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped yourself in it. You quickly placed the order for the pizzas and turned on your shower.

"Bucky, no," you giggled when he tried to follow you in.

"Fine," he kissed you and smacked your ass before leaving quickly.

********

"They've been up there for a long time," Sam said to Sarah.

"They're probably talking. You know how much she loved hearing old stories from daddy. He's probably telling her about how he was there when the wheel was invented or something," she replied.

"Mmm, I'ma go see," he said and walked away before she could stop him.

Bucky slipped into the guest room right before Sam hit the top of the stairs. He quickly rounded the bed and grabbed his bag as if he'd been looking through it.

"Hey, where's Y/N?" Sam questioned.

"Said she was getting in the shower," he never looked up.

"Oh... Why are your pants unzipped in my house?"

"Because I was also going to get in the shower, is that okay?" Bucky finally looked up at him and rolled his eyes.

Sam squinted at him before walking the short distance to your room. He could hear the water going in your bathroom, so he finally relaxed. Bucky came out of the guest room to go in the bathroom across the hall. He just shook his head at Sam. The man was definitely gonna pop a vein when he found out about the two of you.

********

While you all ate Sam and Bucky talked about their infamous first meeting.

"The guy puts his arm through my windshield and snatches the steering wheel clean off," Sam laughed. "Then I watched him jump over the side of a bridge and land on his feet."

"Come on, man," Bucky sounded embarrassed and looked over at you.

"It's funny now. Not so much back when you were trying to kill me, but definitely now," he took a drink.

"Alright, enough of those stories time for music," Sarah saved him. "Alexa, play some old school."

Alexa lit up and played Sexual Healing by Marvin Gaye.

"Nooo, Alexa, next song!" Sam yelled.

Alexa played Love and Happiness by Al Green.

"Oh, this the one right here," he stood.

You and Sarah stood on each side of him and let him take lead, eventually coming in to be his back up vocals.

Bucky couldn't help but smile seeing the three of you together.

"Ooh, come on, Buck, let's dance," you put your hand out.

"What? No, I haven't danced since the 40's," he said and took a sip of his whisky.

"Well, you're long overdue then," you grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet.

You both swayed to the music. He smiled at you as he held on to your hips and led the dance. You were so caught up in him that you hadn't noticed Sam stopped singing and was just staring at you.

It wasn't until the music abruptly stopped that you remembered your siblings were even there.

Sam's jaw was on the ground as he stared at the two of you. You jumped out of his arms and started to explain, but he made a beeline for Bucky.

"Sam—"

He punched him in the face causing Bucky to flip over a chair.

"Samuel!" You and Sarah both yelled.

"He had it coming!" He walked away.

You helped Bucky up.

"Why didn't he hit that hard a few days ago when Walker was kicking our asses," he rubbed a finger across his eye.

"Are you okay? I didn't think he'd ever react like that," you checked his face.

"I'm fine," he assured you. "I should probably go," he said.

"You don't have to go, I'll talk to him. Besides, he just punched you; he didn't say you had to leave." You walked away to find your brother.

Sarah grabbed ice for his face and started cleaning up.

********

"Samuel Thomas Wilson!" You screamed when you saw his silhouette pacing back and forth on the dock. "Have you lost your mind?!"

"Have you?!" He yelled back.

"You're a real piece of work, do you know that?"

"Of all the men in the world, why did you have to choose him?"

"Oh please, you're acting like I ran off and married the guy," you rolled your eyes.

"That's just it, the man's been through enough. He doesn't need you playing with him and trying to figure it out."

"Wait, you're mad at me?? Why the hell did you hit him?"

"I'm mad at both of you. I don't want him hooking up with my kid sister. He's too damn old, " he said, finally starting to calm down.

"Hate to burst your bubble, but I'm not a kid anymore and the man is too old for everyone." You sat down and swung your feet over the edge.

"You'll always be my baby," he sat next to you.

"How's your hand?"

"Hurts like a bitch. The guy is very literally hard headed," he chuckled.

********

You found Bucky in the guest room lying in bed with the ice pack on his face.

"How's the eye?" You leaned up against the door.

"It'll survive," he looked over at you.

You walked over to the bed and laid flat on your back next to him. You were quiet until you couldn't hold in your laugh any longer.

"What's so funny?"

"He socked the shit out of you."

"Right?!" He laughed along with you. "But it was worth it. Besides, I had it coming. I did rip the man's steering wheel off while he was driving after all." He chuckled, referencing the earlier conversation.

"You know, he just jumped at the very first boyfriend I ever had and that poor guy never called me again," you moved the ice from his face.

"Yeah well, I don't scare that easily," he pecked your lips with a soft kiss.

You put your hand out for him to grab.

"You sure I'm not gonna get punched again," he laced his fingers with yours.

"Oh please, it was just a little love tap," you led him to the bedroom.

He locked the door behind you then quickly scooped you up to lie you down on your back.

"Bucky," you giggled as he kissed the insides of your thighs.

"I'm going back to Brooklyn tomorrow. I need to taste you one more time before I go." He pulled off your pants.

He slowly slid your underwear off and stuffed them in his back pocket. He definitely needed something to remember this moment by.

Bucky rubbed your pussy and then slowly pushed two fingers inside of you.

"Fuck, look how wet you are and I've barely touched you." He admired the wetness on his fingers when he pulled them out.

You opened your mouth wide and stuck your tongue out, letting him know you wanted a taste.

He happily stuck his fingers in your mouth. His dick pulsing as he watched you suck on his fingers. He could no longer resist diving in between your thighs after watching how much you enjoyed tasting yourself.

Bucky expertly rolled his tongue over your clit. Watching you as you struggled to keep quiet.

He rolled over onto his back while keeping you in place, so you were now riding his face. You buried your face in the pillows and let out the moans you'd been holding back.

"Fuck my tongue," he smacked your ass.

You bounced your ass on his face while he licked and sucked you.

Bucky stroked his cock. His balls were so full, he'd be cumming in no time.

"I'm gonna cum," you gripped the sheets.

Bucky flipped you again, as much as he wanted you to cum on his face, he wanted to see you come apart beneath him even more.

He pushed your legs back and nudged into you. Your breath caught in your throat as he stretched you.

He rubbed your clit as he fucked you slowly and deliberately. Putting his hand around your throat and squeezing lightly until damn broke and you shattered to pieces.

He caught your screams with his mouth and kept fucking until he could no longer hold back. He came inside of you for the second time that night.

After getting cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around you and before long he was asleep. You thought about what Sam said about him having been through enough. Sure, you had your time when you were just living life and didn't take men seriously, but after the blip you've realized that life is way too short. Besides, you actually liked Bucky and wanted to get to know him.

You ran your finger across the stubble on his sleeping face. His soft breathing continued as his fingers flexed lightly on your back.

Normally, even that light touch would've awakened him, but right now, he was completely comfortable and felt safe there with you and your family.

********

The next day Bucky got up early. He decided not to wake you and made his way down the stairs. Sam was already outside throwing the shield around.

Bucky walked up, but the two men didn't speak for a while. It wasn't until Sam threw the shield and Bucky caught it did they break the silence.

"I should've said something. The moment we got to the boat, I should've told you," he said.

"Yeah, you should have," Sam finally stopped to look at him. "That's my baby sister, man."

"I know and I didn't plan for it, hell, I didn't even know you had sisters... Or a boat? Which she got on my ass about by the way," he smiled.

"As she should," he laughed.

The two men talked about a few things and finally Bucky opened up to Sam a little bit.

"You still having those nightmares?" He asked.

"All the time... Except these past two nights." He inhaled as he felt himself becoming emotional. "For the first time in a long time, I felt a little at peace. Even when I was in Wakanda, I always felt like someone was coming, but with Y/N, I just..." his words trailed off.

"You know the Wilson's, we good for the soul man," Sam joked. "You can't use her as a crutch though," he became serious.

Bucky nodded in agreement. He knew exactly what he meant.

"You ready for a little bit of tough love?" He asked the older man.

********

You and Sarah watched out of the window while the two men talked.

"Oh look, they're doing the little high five dap thing," you said.

"He's walking away. Wow, that man broke your back and now he's leaving without saying goodbye," she teased.

"The hell he is," you ran to the front door.

"Hey!" You yelled after snatching it open and running out.

You ran past your brother and jumped into Bucky's arms. Wrapping your legs around him, you gave him a long, tongue filled goodbye kiss.

He set you on your feet after finally pulling himself away. You reached up and pinched his arm.

"Ow! Why is this family so violent?!" He yelled dramatically.

"How dare you try to leave without saying bye to me?" You huffed.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I'm not so good at goodbyes," he hugged you close. "I have some things I need to do back home, but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

"You'd better," you kissed him again. "Come on, I'll take you to the airport." You tugged him towards your car.

********

It had been weeks since you'd last seen Bucky, but you spoke on the phone almost everyday. You were excited when he told you that he was coming back to visit and would be at the big cookout.

You mingled with the people while you waited for him to show up, sitting with a group of friends talking when AJ and Cass took off running past you. You turned to see where they were headed and you saw Bucky walking up with a cake in his hand and sunglasses on.

"Damn, he looks better in person," one of your friends said.

"That he does. Excuse me, ladies," you vacated your seat and walked over to him.

The smile that stretched across his face was a mile long.

"Sargeant."

"Hey, baby doll," he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you passionately.

"Alright, alright, enough of that. We're trying to eat here." Sam said.

Bucky clapped his friend on the back and you all sat down together.

Bucky looked around the table at all the smiling faces. He never thought he'd have happiness. Let alone people he could call family. He kissed you at your temple one more time. The way you looked at him made his heart flutter.

Finally. The calm he'd been searching for.