#muse brawn

[nerves-nebula]

i made new characters and spent too long drawing themmmmmm uhhh me when im drawin some art on a big ole' leaf for this fucked up monkey thing

[cbindievrs]

muse: Julian Brawn open to: females connection: exes plot: They recently broke up. Both of them attend college on the same campus. Julian got drunk and got into a fight, and now it's late at night, and he's knocking on y/m's dormitory door.

❝I'm fucked up❞ he said, as soon as the dormitory door was opened. His eye was bruised and he smelled like cigarettes and alcohol.

[kxkarot]

"As a mother I should discourage him from tormenting his father."

"But I'm far too interested in the tea to stop him."

[ducknotinarow]

“Hey, uh, Raph? I think I might need your help with something.” Don starts, rubbing the back of his neck. “So there’s this guy I maybe have a crush on, but I’m not sure if it’s right to move on a friend of a brother’s, you see.” ( shfbshsbdbdh; I had to follow up :’ 3 ‘03 verse! )

| Muse Interaction @starsandsavages

Raphael, was busy in the garage tinkering away with his shellcycle. Don may have built it, but he was the one that tended to the maintenance. Or tweaked things here and there mostly in an attempt to get it to go faster. He would just love to show up Casey when they wond up getting into a race. Thier dumb face left to go slack jaw and eat his dust. Chuckling to himself as he was trying to see if there was a way to make the frame lighter. That help with his speed, he could reduce the compression ratio as well. Mulling it over a second as he hears footsteps work their way in to the room.

Raph doesn't really give much attention to who it is. The safe bet was Don anyway. Reaching for the drill ready to contuine woth what he was in the middle off but he can just feel Don staring at him so he turns to look at them letting the purple banded turtle knkw he had hus attetion.

“Hey, uh, Raph? I think I might need your help with something.”

Watching Donatello rub at the back of his neck had Raphael tilting his head to the side. He moved to sit on the floor to better show Don had his attetion. "Kay guessin' this ain't one of those give me a hand with an enegie or help me move some junk around calls for help? Alright brainaic what's eattin' at ya now?"

“So there’s this guy I maybe have a crush on, but I’m not sure if it’s right to move on a friend of a brother’s, you see.”

"Uh interestin" was all the turtle had to say at first "what it's you Don I have expect ya to marry ya computer before ya get a crush on another person." He smirks a little as he teases them over it nit focusing on the question well the bit Donnie likely would want him to at least. He was curious who's friend it was. Even rubbing at his chin.

"Well ya talkin' to me so can' be any of my friends. Pretty sure ain't any of Mikey's, cause I'm pretty Mikey would love to set you up." That left one brother Leo, so that would be. "Ya 'ike Usagi?!" It wasn't to hard to land on that answer Leo wasn't excatly one that had a lot of friends. But he was the one that made sense for Donnie to be a bit worried about having a crush towards.

"Shell, I say do it. Shoot your shot Dee. I said it as a joke bro but I really 'm worried ya come an' tell me ya got hitched to a circuit board or somethin'" the lack of a grin was to show he was serious about it now. "If ya worried about Leo wouldn' hurt ta ask 'ight? He lokes the guy so clearly he might not have an issue but I still say go for it."

Moving off the floor so he could make hus way over to Donatello. Throwing his arm over thier shoulder and tugging them into a side hug. "Aww looked at Don, gettin' all them warm fuzzy an' shit. Kinda surpised since ya started off on the wrong wit' 'em. But eh could pick worse I guess." He takes a second to look over his brother. Fixing a look on them before he speaks again.

"Look ill go with when ya talk to fearless if it helps ya knkw moral support or whatever. Or mediator either works." He smiles clearly kidding still. "Come on lossen up bro. I gotta back here. Promise. Just gotta mess with you too."

[gainprincess]

"At least 20 each, but let's only eat 10 each, hm? We need the other half for Krab's next stuffing. I'm thinking we feed her burgers this time..."

[savingthrcw]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ” from 15 to Jenny ;) @ordinariums

"It looks worse than it is." It doesn't, it look precisely as bad as it is, but it's her dad and she's trying to keep herself from swearing up a storm over this little accident; she always says she's not good at being a pacifist. But he is - a pacifist - so at least she doesn't have to worry about him getting reckless over a bit of blood. "Remember the weird enhanced Judoon that I said deserved to get his a-butt kicked? Apparently he felt he needed to prove a point with me. Warrior pride and all that. Warrior pride that didn't stop him from sucker-punching me and making me a real easy target, though." She hisses as she sits down, wondering if he did break a rib. Or two. "I'm going to kill him. Not literally," she adds before he can scold her.

[hells-fvry]

"Yeah, that's what I fuckin' thought."

[cbindievrs]

He didn't blame Eve for pulling away. He himself had pulled away from many people after everything that had happened. It was as if he knew that if he got close to someone, he might lose them, and he didn't like taking that kind of risk. It was much easier to just be alone. ❝CALM DOWN, OKAY?❞ he said, his voice slightly more strained than usual, which made him stop and sigh. ❝I'm sorry❞ he said, his hands massaging his eye area, trying to control his nerves. ❝Okay, maybe we should try to talk to the others? Any contacts? By the way, no use saying we can't do this again, if all this shit is happening anyway, we're going to finish off that bastard this time, whoever he is, are you listening to me, Eve?❞

eve could see every emotion she was struggling with reflected in his eyes, the julian she knew and had pushed away after everything had happened. after they became two of the small handful of survivors all those years ago. she regretted it at times, shutting him out, shutting them all out, but jules most of all. it hurt now to know he faced the same pain she did everyday, and she regretted not being there when she might've been needed. taking the note, it only amplified her worries. "it might not be, but you seem to have the same feeling in your gut that i do." eyes meeting his, she softened. "what the fuck are we supposed to do if this is happening all over again, jules? i don't know if i can do this again..."

[navybrat817]

You're a Firework

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You're all set to watch fireworks with the gang and Bucky can't keep his hands to himself. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, semi-public sexy times, pet names, inner monologue, established relationship, humor, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I KNOW it's Steve's birthday, but my muse demanded Stud and Smartie. ❤️ I'm so sorry, lovelies. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“You know,” Natasha began as she handed you a drink. “You and Bucky could've had your wedding today. No one would have objected.”

“With Steve's birthday right around the corner? And take away from Sam’s amazing barbeque? No way,” you smiled, stepping out of the way as Clint walked by with sparklers in each hand. You refused to take attention away from either of them. “I’m glad we’re all hanging out though.”

Today was a good day. Not only was the weather as close to perfect as it could get, not too warm or too cold, it was a chance to get together and mingle since everyone had a few days off. Between the sunshine, food, and games, the gang had a lot of fun. You imagined your wedding reception would be fun, too.

Maybe the two of you could even have sparklers to celebrate, if only to entertain Clint.

“Bucky called you his wife earlier,” the redhead commented.

“He did?” You smiled, your heart swelling.

“He did. When you beat Sam at horseshoes, he looked right at Steve and said, ‘that’s my wife' with a huge smile on his face.”

Yeah, I am. Almost.

You nearly swooned, giving your fiancé a glance as he set his chair by the fire pit. “And that’s my husband.”

Natasha lightheartedly rolled her eyes and nudged you. “Better go and join him then. The fireworks are going to start soon,” she said, heading to her seat beside Clint. The town was shooting off fireworks in the nearby park, but you all decided it was better to hang back. The yard was a great spot to view them and no one had to worry about the crowd.

“Be right there,” you said, shivering as a light breeze rolled in. Sam had the fire going, but you hadn't realized how chilly it was now that it was dark. Grabbing your blanket from your bag nearby, you also realized as you walked over to the gang that there wasn't a place for you to sit. Bucky looked your way with a gentle smile and patted his thigh before you could ask if there was an extra chair available inside. You caught a glimpse of heat in his eyes as you made your way closer.

You loved that look.

“Is that my seat?” You asked.

“This could be your seat.” Bucky pointed at his face as you bit your lip. If everyone wasn’t around, you’d consider it. “But this one might be more comfortable to watch the fireworks,” he added, patting his massive thigh again.

His face. His thigh. Both were incredible places to sit.

“Yeah, comfortable. That’s the word,” you teased, shrieking as he dragged you onto his lap once you were within reach. You were lucky you didn't spill your drink. “Easy, tiger.”

He growled and nuzzled your neck once you situated yourself and placed your drink the cup holder. “This tiger will also keep you warm,” he promised.

“Aww. You two are just the cutest,” Sam said, swigging his beer with a chuckle when Bucky huffed.

“Yeah, we are. And in case you forgot, my girl kicked your ass earlier. Beauty, brains, and brawn,” he boasted. You didn’t have to look back to see the smug smile on his face. “Proud of you.”

I will not get giddy or aroused from that praise.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll get you next time,” Sam scoffed, looking over at you with a smile to let you know it was in good fun. He was a good guy, like Steve. You hoped they each found someone who made them feel the way Bucky made you feel.

“Or she’ll kick your ass again,” Bucky said without skipping a beat.

Oh, boys. So endearing. So competitive.

“Enough of that. Sam, I’m pretty sure I got lucky and I’d love a rematch. Stud, you just concentrate on keeping me warm,” you teased, draping the blanket over both of you. His embrace was always warm. “Surprised we don't have s’mores.”

“Those are for after the fireworks,” Steve said from the other side of you.

You smiled over at him before tilting your head back to gaze at Bucky. You weren't sure if the guys did it on purpose, but they each wore the same tight fitting T-shirt in patriotic colors. They all looked handsome, but your man looked look sex on legs. The love of your life would always turn your head.

“Not for us,” Bucky said, placing a kiss on your shoulder as his hand rested possessively on your hip. “We’re going to bed.”

You giggled and snuggled back against him when the rest of the gang protested. “But what if I want a s'more?”

“I’ll personally make you one and feed it to you in bed,” he half growled.

“You’re really not going to stay up with us?” Steve asked, a knowing look on his face.

“Oh, I’m sure something will get up,” Natasha deadpanned, making everyone laugh. She wasn't wrong.

“On your birthday, we’ll stay up as late as you want. Tonight, we’re watching the fireworks and going to bed,” Bucky grumbled, brushing a finger over your engagement ring. “Unless you really want to stay out here.”

You giggled again. Bucky had to share your attention with everyone all day and was still sharing it now. He was more than ready to have you all to himself. You understood the feeling.

“I’m fine with going inside after the fireworks. We’ll check on the cats and then go to bed,” you assured him.

With everyone drinking, you all decided it was better to crash in the same place instead of going home. Neither of you wanted to leave Alpine or Soot at your place though in case any neighbors decided to shoot fireworks off the roof, so you brought them over. They had a space set up under the guest bed with some white noise to help block out some of the sound. Anything to help put them at ease.

Bucky tilted your chin a bit more to place a soft kiss on your lips, the tension crackling like the fireworks had already started. “Thank you, Smartie.”

“You’re welcome, Stud.”

As if on cue, the show began.

You looked up at the sky in awe as the first firework rushed into the air. An explosion followed by a vivid display of light, they were like rainbows in the night brightening the darkness with color. They were beauty and wonder, a form of art that faded almost as quickly as it was created. Watching with loved ones made it all the more special.

You tilted your head and smiled when you caught Bucky staring back at you. “Why aren't you looking at the sky?”

“Why aren't you?” He teased, bumping his nose against yours. “Besides, I don't need to watch the sky when I have the most beautiful view right here.”

Your cheeks warmed. So did your heart. “You flatter me so,” you whispered, looking back at the sky again.

Bangs, crackles, and thunderous sounds continued to fill the air with the gorgeous display. You couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You almost regretted not having your phone beside you so you could take some pictures.

Though you likely would’ve dropped it when you felt Bucky’s hand move from your hip to under your skirt.

“Stud?” You gasped, quickly looking around as his hand trailed up your thigh. No one was looking your way. They were too occupied with the fireworks.

“Just keep looking at the sky, Smartie,” he said against your ear, your legs opening more as his hand found its prize. “And I'll keep touching you.”

Oh, fuck.

You shivered in his grasp despite the blanket and his body providing more than enough heat. His touch was possessive yet tender and you could feel your body turn to jelly as he rubbed you through your panties. You tried to concentrate on the colors above you, the material damp from his expert touch. And you couldn't stop your heart from pounding in your ears, adding the explosive noises around you.

More fireworks went off, but you blocked out the “oohs” of your friends as he pushed the wet fabric aside. “Bucky,” you whimpered, biting your tongue when he traced a finger along your slick pussy.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” he whispered against your neck, teasing your folds. Your hole clenched before the fingertip even touched it. “I can't believe you’re mine. Keep asking myself how I got so lucky.”

I’m the lucky one.

His finger breached you, making you gasp and grip his arm. His palm pressed against your clit and you couldn’t help but push your hips down, seeking out more friction. You wanted to take care of him, too. Maybe when the two of you went to bed…

Another finger slipped in, curling and thrusting quickly. If you were at home, he’d take more time in taking you apart. He wouldn't stop until you soaked the sheets and even then he might keep going. And he'd make sure you were a quivering mess, mewling and begging for mercy or reprieve.

“Have I told you today how much I love you, babydoll?” He asked, static pleasure coursing through your body as you climbed higher.

Orgasms were a lot like fireworks. Some tumbled slowly in the sky, like a slow fire that coursed through your veins. Others exploded, so large and powerful that you couldn’t keep the sounds of awe in. Then there were small bursts, the ones that got the job done and still felt good.

You wondered what kind of orgasm Bucky would give you tonight.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, colors dancing behind your eyes as you shut them.

You wanted to shout how much you loved Bucky Barnes. You wanted your love for him to burst through the sky like a shooting star. But you didn’t need to put on a show for him to know you were his. He knew you belonged to him.

But you’d still have to try and keep quiet as you clenched around his fingers.

“Please,” you whispered, ready to fall over the edge as his palm rubbed your clit again.

Your head turned and his mouth slanted against yours to swallow down your moan. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his fingers curling once more as you listened to his command and watched the colors light up his blue eyes. “And come for me.”

Your walls pulsed as the finale began, your cry drowned out by the rapid booms. Your wetness coated his fingers, every nerve cell vibrating as brilliant hues illuminated the sky. The hues swirled in your dizzying head, too. You were flying. Sinking. Floating.

You were a firework.

“Beautiful,” Bucky whispered, guiding you back to him.

Your body stayed lax against his, wishing he didn't have to take his fingers out. “You’re beautiful,” you exhaled, watching him subtly bring his hand to his mouth to taste your release. “Menace,” you added.

This man. I really just let him finger bang me with everyone sitting around.

“Yeah, I am,” he smiled, placing another kiss on your lips as Steve and Sam got up. Natasha and Clint were already up, too, to get more drinks.

If anyone knew what happened, they didn't draw any attention to it.

“Those were even better than last year,” Sam said.

“They were. And now we can have s'mores,” the blonde smiled, stopping to look at his best friend. “I thought you two were going to bed.”

“In a minute,” Bucky said, shifting his hips under yours to let you feel how hard he was. Getting you off turned him on. “Think I need to relax a bit more.”

Yeah, so no one sees you walking around with a raging hard-on.

You wiggled your hips, smiling when your fiancé quietly groaned. “Yeah. Relax,” you sighed, feeling him squeeze your thigh in a warning.

Well, he wanted your attention before and now he had it.

And I’ll make him see fireworks before the night is over, too.

Stud and Smartie need to talk to my muse and make sure Steve has a good birthday. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[nerves-nebula]

the babies (ambiguously aged child(?), 50 year old, young adult)

[cbindievrs]

muse: Quinn Brawn. Werewolf. close starter to: @platiinums

Quinn was exhausted, and there were still a good few boxes left in the truck to be unloaded into the house. Not that she had that much stuff... But she had been surprised by the number of boxes she had ended up bringing to her new home, clear across the country.

She paused for a moment, her green eyes shifting from the boxes to the surrounding area as she sensed a presence. And there it was. Not far off, a male figure. One of Quinn's greatest weaknesses was certainly her curiosity, which made her stare at him for a moment longer before waving. ❝Good afternoon, neighbor❞ she said, not sure if he was from the neighborhood or just passing by, but definitely wanting to find out.

[kxkarot]

"I guess I really do need to buy them both a private room. I'm just more worried if the foundation will hold."

[ducknotinarow]

Mikey: can we go back to the lair soon I have a wife and kids I miss them

Don: you do?

Mikey: Im talking about my sims

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining having a great track day with Ghost but getting so exhausted that the two of you fall asleep on the gym floor.

Like, you aced the hurdles and the dashes with no issue. The obstacle course wasn't even that with how you breezed through it. You had some issues with the rope climb, but Ghost had taught you the technique last session. And voila! You beat your last time and came out on top of the rookies once again.

Ghost was built for his brawn. While he also aced his turn, it was obvious he didn't have some of the dexterity you possessed and therefore had to put more energy into not knocking into things. He also came out on top of the rookies and over your time. You scoffed but offered him some water.

The summer was upon you, and with it, it's gentle heat that quickly turned to burning rage. You could feel a prickly tightness on the back of your shoulders and neck. Not sunburn quite yet, but probably close. The drier air wicked the moisture from your mouth as you panted.

"M' gonna head in." You huffed, gesturing to the gymnasium's open back door. "Do n' equipment check."

He nodded at you, the front of his mask rising and falling quickly. Something about seeing him pant in his mask tickled you. You headed towards the gym and the moment you stepped inside you couldn't help but sigh. The air conditioning was cool and refreshing. Instantly, you could feel the heat in your bones being drawn out towards your skin.

With a soft hum you began an equipment check. The longer you stood at the racks, check marking boxes and organizing the weights, you felt heavier and heavier. You checked the time, 12:45. No wonder you felt so drained.

It was the midday slump.

Well, as soon as you were done you could get a shower and probably get a nap before mess. The sound of the gym's back door closing made you jump. Oh no....

"Please tell me you didn't close that door." You whined at Ghost.

Just as you suspected, he still had his hand on the door handle. You facepalmed.

"Gaz has the keys. And he's not coming back till three."

"Wot 're you talkin' about?" Ghost huffed, trying the other set of gym doors. Just as you suspected, yeah, they were locked. He jiggled them firmly, eyes dark with annoyance.

"Thanks, Ghost. We're locked in here for awhile."

He went to try the locker room doors and those too were locked. You raised a brow at him but opted to sit against one of the bare walls. There was no point in getting upset.

Gaz would be back in a little while. Besides, the gym had the best air-conditioning out of all the buildings since it'd been first on the list for an upgrade last year. Even if you went back to your bunk, the the likelihood of getting a comfortable nap would be low.

You could hear Ghost messing with the door locks but you knew it was a lost cause. He didn't have the tools to open it, and if he brute forced it open Price would be on his ass for repairs. Just as you expected, it didn't take him long to give up.

"When's Gaz getting back?" He huffed, rolling up his longsleeve just enough to get a glance down at his sports watch.

"Three."

He set his watch's timer with a few beeps before crouching into a sitting position next to you. The next few minutes were spent in a cool silence. Occasionally the a/c units would hum to life, drone and puff cool air over your still hot body, and then click off.

"Didn't bring your phone?" He asked, voice more tired than usual.

"Nope. Left it in the locker room." You shrugged. "Didn't bring yours?"

"No." He muttered, glancing at the locker room with his eyes only.

More minutes ticked by. The cool linoleum leeched even more heat out of your skin. The overhead lights were motion activated, and so most of them had flicked off awhile ago. It was cool and dim and your body was tired from exertion.

You couldn't help but start nodding off.

"Falling asleep, Sergeant?" Ghost mused, looking down at you through the holes in his soft mask.

"Oh, don't act like you're not feeling it too." You huffed, curling up into your arms. "M' tired."

Ghost hummed. Whether in agreement, you couldn't tell. You didn't really care. How could you when sleep creeped in from the edge of your vision.

"Can I lean on you?"

"Wot?"

"Can I lean on you?" You asked him again. "I don't wanna lay on the floor but I wanna take a nap."

"Sure..."

You scooted closer to him and rested your head on the top of his arm. It was a bit uncomfortable with how firm it was at first but it was certainly softer than the floor. It didn't take long for you to feel your lids drooping again.

Right as you were pulled under, you felt Ghost shift. There was a warm presence against the crown of your head.

If you weren't half asleep you might've thought he'd kissed your forehead.

[cbindievrs]

He remained quiet but nodded, sitting down in the chair she pointed to. Unlike Chloe, Julian didn’t try to avoid eye contact. On the contrary, actually. His blue eyes were fixed on her face, a mix of shock and curiosity.

He snapped out of his trance when he heard her voice again, finally looking away, but only for a few seconds. ❝Ah, no, no. No mother. It's just me❞ he replied, with no trace of resentment or sadness in his tone.

She wasn't sure why she expected any less of a response in return from him. There was a lot to take in all at once; especially on her end. "Um," Turning, she moved back toward her desk, setting the papers down before glancing back over to him. "I guess, have a seat?" She gestured toward the ones sitting in front of her desk. Of course he had a kid, but the fact that he was the parent that showed up was what was even more surprising. "Is his mother coming or?" Chloe questioned, moving to sit in her chair and trying like hell to avoid eye contact. It wasn't professional, but it would be the only way she got through this.

[ryescapades]

mine all mine | kaiju no. 8

characters: narumi gen x gn!reader cw: a bit ooc maybe but overall just fluff a/n: from this req! lowkey reminds me of darling dearest lol 1k wc

it's been almost an hour, and narumi is peeved. extremely, remarkably and astronomically peeved.

the kaiju attacks this year have been increasing exponentially, and so is the number of officers being dispatched everyday for the subjugation.

as a former operations leader, the amount of knowledge you have about the monsters is close to an infinitesimal amount, as studying kaiju has always been a significant part in your life. though it was only a matter of time before you discovered that you also possess an affinity in field-work as well.

able to bring out an astoundingly high combat power from the suit without prior training, you were immediately sent to be recruited as a soldier in the first division. not to mention a lot of people considered you as someone who is quite easy on the eyes.

an eye candy... so to speak. in short, you have it all; beauty, brains and brawn.

narumi has never had his ego swell this much but with you? he's so fucking proud he almost went up the tokyo tower just to shout out how incredible you are to the entirety of japan.

much to his dismay though, even the general public could attest to the same thing, seeing as how lately they've been making every effort to separate the two of you by catching you post-mission, regardless of the destruction and gore around them. he knows that the country knows you're with him, but that still doesn't make it any less irritating (it's even worse that these fans of yours are not among his own).

and today is no different.

there is a rowdy group of reporters and fans alike crowding around you, asking this and that while you're trying your best to adhere to each one of their requests. narumi is sure none of those extras is aware of it, but there's that hint of discomfort tinging in your eyes. he can see it as clear as day. but then again, narumi always notices all the little things about you.

why wouldn't he? you're the apple of his eye, his lover, his muse. it's only right that he paints the absolute perfection that is you on the canvas of his mind.

sauntering over with light footsteps, narumi relishes the way the small horde of people parts for him as he approaches you at the center of the commotion. his lips curl upwards into a smirk then, eyeing the people who are still hungrily vying for your attention, though some of them are starting to look at him with wariness.

one or two microphones are being shoved in your face, enthusiastic voices filling the space around you as you let out a bashful chuckle. "thanks for coming to see me here, really but—" your breath catches in your throat when an arm sneaks around your waist from behind before it settles on the side of your hips.

snapping your head around, your heart picks up its pace when your eyes connected with a pair of rosy, blooming irises. "oh - gen, hi! what are you doing here?" you ask inquisitively, assuming he had already gone back to base to report.

his teeth catch on his bottom lip, slightly in a trance as he continues to gaze at you. your blinding smile oozes so much of that familiar adoration and narumi almost kissed you right then and there in front of these... NPCs.

your boyfriend tucks you close to his front, letting you lean your body against his chest. his heart steadily beats against your back, and he really hopes that you can hear it. he needs you to hear it, in fact.

call him sappy, but narumi wants you to know his heart beats for you. it is a euphony that he makes sure only you can decipher the meaning of, and one he knows can never be attuned to anybody else.

"waiting for you, duh— wha - hey! turn that flash off!" he complains at one of the closest in particular, blinking his eyes from the temporary blinding light before sending them a scowl.

deciding to let him interact with your 'admirers' too, you continue to entertain them with small talks, selfies, receiving gifts and the likes when suddenly the girl in front of you gasps in surprise and mild irritation, the phone she once held nearly tumbling out of her hands as her eyes are glued to something behind you.

confused, you turn to see what her deal is but all that meets your eyes is narumi raising his eyebrows in question, a goofy smile plastered on his handsome face. if you didn't know any better, you would've thought there was a tail wagging curiously behind him. you giggle, forehead creasing slightly. "why are you smiling like that?"

"nothing. why can't i just smile for no reason?" he pouts as his fingers gently rub at your waist, his expression exuding only that of complete innocence before you shake your head fondly and turn back to the crowd. unbeknownst to you, narumi doesn't bother taking down the middle finger he was holding up behind his back, directed towards the guys especially and hidden from most cameras.

additionally, he couldn't find it in himself to feel any shame or guilt for sticking his tongue out at every flashing lens there is. the glaring competition he's currently having with that random girl still proceeds, both not wanting to back down in order to win the biggest prize of all; your attention and recognition.

regardless, it is the compelling truth that your affection only belongs to him, and there is no way he, your very much amazing boyfriend, is going to lose to some nobodies.

narumi gen is no artist, nor is he any poet. but one thing he knows is that he is yours, just as much as you are his, and his alone.

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