#my ten chaotic kiddos

[seros-chaotic-scribbles]

Ranking the TDB Boys' Ability to be a Housewife PT 2

part two!!! continuing my ranking for the boys! let me know what you think!! enjoy!!!

part one

Jabberwock, Sinostra, & Hotarubi below the cut!

Jabberwock

Haru Sagara:

Haru as a housewife would be both chaotic and sweet! you better bet that you’ll basically be living on a farm. your dear husband has a habit of picking up animals in need (both normal and anomalous) so you two have quite a few children. he refers to you as ‘mommy’ or ‘mama’ when taking care of the animals so even before you two have a child you’re a parent. despite having so many critters, your home would never know it. Haru is excellent in keeping the place clean but he will be asking for your help when dinnertime is approaching! theres so many mouths to feed and lord knows he can’t do it on his own. Though he may be busy, he tends to leave out small notes of affection for you (small post its on the fridge, mirror or by the front door). he would make the best father if you two decided to have kids! When they’re young he carries them EVERYWHERE (just like how he did with peekaboo!) and teaches them from a young age to love and respect all creatures. the only drawback would be when your kiddo befriends a particular clingy creature and suddenly you have two live in children! i give Haru an 7/10 just because it would be extremely hard to have a peaceful moment with him!

Towa Otonashi:

Towa is… he is most definitely something. he is as untamable as a housewife, doing only what he wants when he wants. Chores? Meh. its a toss up if he does them or not and he doesn’t seem like the type to hire anyone. however, i think towa would have a gorgeous garden that he takes pride in (the garden would be the best on the block, people would absolutely be jealous! Plus he does need flowers to munch on–). the exterior of the home is beautiful but the interior well… we won’t talk about that. When you get home its a bit of a struggle to make dinner or do chores because Towa is clingy x1000. If you two had kids the garden would need to increase because you better bet that your kiddo picked up Towa’s munching habit. be prepared to arrive home to beautiful bouquets that your husband and child fully expect you to enjoy (by eating of course!). oh! Little bonus, depending on your child’s personality they will end up having a floral nickname just like you! I give Towa a 4/10 just because of the messy messy home.

Ren Shiranami:

Well… Ren is definitely a mixed bag when it comes to being a housewife. hes both super sweet and a bit of a handful. he would be the type to avoid chores like they’ll kill him, pushing them off until the last minute in order to get as much time as possible on his games. then he’d have a frantic hour and a half of cleaning and cooking before you get home. hed absolutely make sure that you have enough time to play all of his games with him and throughout the day hed send texts reminding you of when raids happens. But when you are home he does his best to treat you with a movie and popcorn almost every night. but if you two have kids you better keep an eye on what he decides to show with them. Ren has gotten so desensitized to horror that he can’t tell what is appropriate for younger audiences. however, once your kiddo is older don’t be surprised if you come home to your husband and child asleep on the couch after a movie marathon. I give him a 6/10.

Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami:

this is another one where i am very worried for you. Taiga as a housewife would be a terrible experience for everyone involved. he would forget chores, attack the mailman, and get into trouble no matter what he was doing. now if you add children into the mix things will just get ten times harder. i can imagine taiga taking his kid to the casino when they’re far too young for it, forgetting them in random places, or just enlisting his subordinates to take care of the kid. overall, terrible terrible experience. 0/10 please divorce him for your sanity.

Romeo S. Lucci:

Romeo would be an interesting housewife to say the least. your home would be spotless and beautifully decorated but god forbid you look at how expensive it was to furnish it (we’re talking big big price tags here). Who cleaned your home? don’t worry about it. he would be excellent about making sure you take care of yourself once your home (he has all of the best facial serums and creams to help keep your skin fresh and clean)! if you two had children hed ensure they always looked their best and would believe that your child was the most beautiful to ever exist (even if its not true but he loves them that much). i would give him a solid 7/10 just because i imagine his beauty obsession might end up breaking the bank ;-;

Ritsu Shinjo:

okay okay hear me out, Ritsu would be a massive couponer. he would find all sorts of ways to save money, using his memorization skills to find all the best deals and he’d know how to avoid getting in trouble. i think hed manage the household fairly well but keep in mind any work you have done in the house would have at least a dozen different inspections to ensure that the home remains above the law in every sense. No diy projects for you :( if you two had kids just know that they will become someone in the field of law– that is a non-negotiable. That child will be reading various law books as nighttime storybooks. overall i give him a 5/10 hes not the best but also not the worst!

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami:

yes. Absolutely yes. Subaru would make an excellent housewife, in fact, I can see him being one of the ghouls who most likes it. he gets to spend his day away from the masses, the press, his overbearing parents– plus hes working to help take care of the person he loves! your home would be taken care of and hes the type to pack you a cute little snack to eat while you were at work! he would have it prepared and in your bag as a surprise but know that he is eagerly (and anxiously) awaiting your message for when you find it! he is eager to please and as soon as you’re home hes taking care of you. he would give you massages, make you dinner, and be more than eager to listen to you talk about your day. he might not be verbal in his affections but his actions would let you know. if you two had kids he would do his absolute best to avoid making the same mistakes that his parents did. keep in mind that you would have to be the one who makes the more difficult decisions when it comes to your child (where they go to school, if they should do extracurriculars, etc) because Subaru would be terrified of coming off as controlling or overbearing. this man gets a 10/10!!! 

Haku Kusanagi:

this man. Haku would be one of the best housewives. i am not biased, i am simply right. this man would have your house clean and taken care of. he’d cook for you and be happy just to spend time by your side. he would NEVER stop flirting with you or planning dates!! be prepared because he would spring dates on you randomly like one day when you get off of work hes standing there with flowers and a mischievous grin. he is a romantic at heart and you will absolutely know that. he is all around a great housewife both in his care for you and his care for your home environment. i believe that he would love the domesticity of everything (just based off of what his wedding card is called ;~;). if you two had kids i imagine hed be shocked (in a good way!!). he could barely imagine getting to live such a peaceful life that this would be seen as a blessing. He would be a great dad (though maybe not the best when it comes to influences)! expect lots of pranks and laughter which means he gets a 10/10 easy.

Zenji Kotodama:

well… ignoring the whole ghost thing… Zenji would make a fine housewife! during the day he would spend his time keeping the house fairly tidy while working on his own artistic endeavors. throughout the day expect many recordings of various things around the house (ex “look at how pretty the sky is”, “me washing the dishes”, “heres a piece i made! What do you think?”) and don’t be surprised if you end up getting noise complaints from your neighbors. When you get home you will be met with a nice little snack and the promise to help you with dinner! but, but, but!! before you can even sit down Zenji is showering you with compliments, love and music. every day he expresses how much he is thankful for your hard work and love. He, like Kaito, is 100% an “i love my wife” type of man. Now, if you two have kids he will be overjoyed to have a companion throughout the day. The two would spend the day together making art (well at first Zenji would just be playing at your sweet baby until he would be able to make music on his own) and enjoying themselves. you will be receiving a lot more videos once a kiddo is in the picture! He gets a 9/10! :D

[allaboutnayeli]

christmas cookie run ( elisa de almeida x reader )

prompt: just elisa and yall's daughters being chaotic while making cookies to surprise you.

author notes: a lil christmas fic since everyone is making one. this is my longest fic by far (aleast it feels like it). hope you all enjoy!

it was christmas eve and the de almeida household was getting busy. the house was decorated nicely in christmas decorations with child-made drawings along the walls in the hallway. along with child decorated stockings that were hanging off of fireplace.

elisa and yall's twin daughters, ana & julia, are in the kitchen. elisa is trying to help the two kiddos make some christmas themed cookies to surprise you with since you are out running errands. ana stands on her tippy toes, trying to grab the bowl full of cookie mix off of the counter. "wait, no, baby" elisa says as she picks up ana and sit her on the counter. meanwhile julia is occupied with looking at the mixer attached to the bowl.

the twins are a complete handful and putting sweets in the mix makes them even worse.

"how does it work, mama?" julia says, her eyes curiously looking at the cookie mix in the bowl. she starts to poke her finger in the mix, but elisa grabs her wrist in time thankfully. "we have to cut it on, lili but firstly we have to put some more stuff in the bowl, okay?" the french player smiles as she places a small kiss on julia's wrist. ana glares at the sight before offering her wrist up too.

"kissy, mama" the blonde haired little girl says as she pushes her wrist in elisa's face. the french player rolls her eyes before kissing ana's wrist as well. than elisa moves over to the fridge. trying to keep a close eye on the two toddlers on the kitchen island as she pulls out the chocolate chips from the freezer part of the fridge. she walks back over to the island, opening up the bag of the chocolate chips.

it takes a good ten minutes to get ana and julia to stop eating the chocolate chips while also crushing some at the same time. eventually elisa gets the twins to pour the chocolate chips into the cookie mix. now it's time to mix it all up. ana and julia both use their tiny hands to hold onto the top of the machine. elisa places her bigger hand on top of theirs. rolling her eyes playfully once they start bullying her about her hand weight.

"just hold the bowl, mama. your hand is sooo heavy" julia pouts while ana pulls her hand from up under elisa's hand. she slaps her hand on top of elisa's and frowns at her, "what lili said. your hand is heavy"

"why am i getting bullied by my own kiddos? fine" the french player rolls her eyes again, her hand going to hold the bowl. now ana and julia can happily hold onto the top of the machine without the weight of elisa's hand on top.

finally, elisa cuts on the machine. the kitchen fills up with giggles as the vibrations of the machine makes the girls hands feel all funny. after all that, it's time to pour the cookie mix into different shaped pans. elisa picks up julia in one arm and ana in another. putting them down on the floor so she can grab the pans.

she grabs a pan with heart shaped holes and another one with gingerbread man shaped holes.

"which one?" elisa asks as she shows the twins the two pans. now of course these two can't seem to ever agree as ana points right at the heart pan while julia points to the gingerbread man one.

julia's brows furrow as she glares at her sister. than she looks up at elisa. "mama, pick mines. it's better" she says. ana shakes her head in disagreement, "no it's not." their little back and forth goes on for a good five minutes before elisa steps in. "we can just do both" she says, setting the pans onto the counter. the girls frown in displeasure but get over it pretty quickly.

they start to run around the kitchen as elisa pours the cookie mix into the individual holes in the two pans. putting them into the oven before putting it on the right temperature. now with all that running and arguing and playing around, the twins are looking tired but obviously won't admit. good thing elisa can tell when they are tired from a mile away. "c'mon, let's get into bed and get all cozy, hm?" elisa says as she approaches the twins who were now playing around under the kitchen table. "no!" julia pouts as she gets up from under the table, going off running. ana, who is easily influenced, follows right along after her sister. the girls run around the house, trying to outrun their mama for a good while before elisa catches them. throwing them over her shoulder before walking to you and her's bedroom.

"you two can even sleep in the big bed with mama, okay?" she says as she lays them down on the bed. ana is the first to protest as she glares at elisa, "don't wanna." julia would protest alongside her sister if she wasn't already knocked out. the little brunette clings onto one of the various pillows on you and elisa's bed. "i know you wanna, nana" the french player leans down to place a kiss on ana's forehead. that's enough for her to turn over and cuddle into her sister's side. elisa places a kiss on julia's forehead too. she sits on the bed so ana can go to sleep comfortably (the little girl literally won't go to sleep unless she feels elisa presence. it's a problem).

it takes a good ten minutes, but both twins are in deep sleep finally.

you haven't gotten not one call since you left the house this morning. which is unusual at best and concerning at worse. usually the girls would beg elisa to call you so they can see your face even if you were only going to be out for like ten minutes.

however, there were no calls or texts from your wife. you try to figure out what those three rascals (yes elisa is included) could be doing as you stand in line at the grocery store. snapping out of your thoughts once it's your turn.

after paying for your groceries and taking them to the car, you decide maybe it's your turn to call them while you're out. you click on elisa's contact, cutting on the heat in the car as you listen to the phone ring. after two rings, elisa answers. you smile hearing her voice; you can't lie you missed it even if just for a few hours. "hi baby" she says. you can hear the smile in her voice as she talks. you reply back, "hi babe. what are you and the girls doing?"

you hear a bit of shuffling and footsteps before elisa replies. "they're napping. they tired themselves out. you know, running around. i'm just lazing around.." she says, her tone sounding like she doesn't even believe what she is saying. her tone makes you slightly suspicious but you let it go.

"give them kisses for me" you say, starting to drive off (your phone sits nicely in a phone holder you got. don't hold your phone and drive y'all). elisa hums in acknowledgement. you can hear metal meeting the marble of y'alls' counter. now you are even more suspicious but again you let it go. sometimes it's better to let elisa do her own thing than question it.

"i'll talk to you when i get back to the house, okay?" you say, deciding to let elisa finish doing whatever she is on the other side of the phone. "alright baby. love you" she says back. you can tell she is distracted but it's whatever. you reply back with a i love you too before she hangs up.

back at the house, elisa has already gotten out the the pan of cookies. she lets them cool off as she grabs the icing out of one of the cabinets.

her tongue peeks out of the side of her mouth as she concentrates on icing the cookies. coloring the cookies in white, blue, and red. she tries to decorate them and make lil outfits on the gingerbread man ones but she isn't the most creative person out there. it takes a few minutes to finish all the cookies but two. those special two are for ana and julia to cover with icing; one gingerbread man and one heart.

elisa doesn't even have to go get the girls to do their cookies as the soft footsteps of the twins sound out into the hallway. eventually making their way to the kitchen.

"why did you do them without us, mama?" ana asks in a sleepy voice as stands on her tippy toes to look at the cookies. julia is alot more grumpy as she goes to cling to elisa's leg. "i left two just for you guys" elisa says as she picks up julia than ana. one twin for each of her hips. she sits them down in their chairs at the kitchen table. right infront of where their cookies sit, all nice and bare.

once comfortable, the twins have at it. with ana happily putting white icing all over her heart cookie and julia making a lil outfit for her gingerbread man. obviously the twins are only so young so they make a bit of a mess. elisa internally cringes thinking about how she is going to have to clean those little messes up but it's fine. those adorable smiles makes it all worth it. ana finishes with her cookie first. it has white icing on it with the words love u mama smushed up together in the top half of the heart and mommy written in the bottom half. than julia finishes. her cookie being just the standard gingerbread man but with pink hair (she begged elisa for some pink icing even if it wasn't christmas colors).

"great job, kiddos" elisa says as she gives them both kisses on the cheek. she is about to say more when the sound of your car can be heard from outside. the twins jump down from their chairs (giving elisa an damn near heart attack) and run off to the front door. waiting by the door for the moment you walk inside. elisa follows behind them, leaning against the wall as she waits at the door as well. you are bombarded with very loud voices the moment you walk inside the house. ana and julia's voices overlap as they try to tell you about their cookies. "one at a time please" you say as you come down to their level.

"this is for you and mama" ana says as she smiles at you. giving you a kiss on the cheek before handing you the cookie. julia gives you her welcome kiss on the cheek before speaking, "i made a cookie for you too mommy." she gives you a smile as she shoves the cookie in your face. you take the two cookies and smile as you look at them. "you two are the best daughters in the world. you know that right?" you say as you give them a few kisses back. they let you indulge before pulling away from you.

elisa is smiling the whole time this is happening. coming over to where you three are before placing her hands on top of the twins heads. "alright, enough of welcoming mommy. go put on your shoes and coat so you two can help get out the groceries" she says. ana rolls her eyes before running off and julia follows soon after. you stand back up to your actual height before hugging elisa (you put the cookies in your coat pocket. you will regret that later). you two kiss for a long moment. smiling at each other as you pull away slightly.

"didn't expect that, did you, baby?" she says as she gives you a peck on the lips. you shrug, "knew you was up to something when you didn't call. still, thank you."

"ew, stop being all mushy" ana says as she stands behind y'all. she pushes past you two to go outside to the car. julia flies past you two as well as she runs outside to the car. elisa gives you one last kiss for now before letting you go. grabbing her coat so she can also go get the groceries.

"hope you got my favorites," she says. you roll your eyes playfully before saying, "duh babe."

[celestemona]

Give the genshin kiddos a camera. What kinds of photos will they be taking?

Aah, my babies.

There's a trend on tiktok where mothers give their toddlers a camera asking the kids to record while they're dancing, but it happens they're recording their children's reactions instead. This is so Zahra coded.

I can picture so well her laughing and smiling at you, or both you & Kaveh dancing. Her rosy cheeks would turn a vibrant red, and you can see the sparkles on her eyes. It's a movie you keep with so much caring.

Hakim artistic soul will make him take pictures of everything he finds beautiful. His mom, a flower, a butterfly, his dad's private library, his breakfast, Zahra, and much more.

I think Éveline would be like Hakim, but opposite of him, she goes into nature and takes a lot of pictures of birds, hillichurls & other animals she bumps into her way. There are approximately ten pictures of the same bird, on the same angle hahahah

Toddler!Cameron will take pictures of guards & inmates working on a normal day. There are some pictures of his mom and dad working or talking with each other here and there, some pictures with Quentin or Éveline, but nothing else than that.

However, teenager!Cameron takes lots and lots of pictures of his baby sister which he keeps and separates them in specific albums.

In Kaedehara's camera' memory card, you'll find a lot of pictures of a smiley Kiyomi and a silly Kazumi. There's a video of them playing peek-a-boo outdoors but baby Haruki picks the camera in curiosity and records his chubby face for five minutes straight. You can also find some pictures of you cooking and Kiki helping you; some pictures of Kazuha holding or lulling his younger child; and some pictures of Kazumi trying to learn how to play a leaf.

Corinne & Quentin likes to take picture of everything they're currently seeing. They don't have a problem sharing the camera so each of them will have their time having fun with it. You can see how your son's point of view is more chaotic than his sister's. Quentin will photograph the Court's walls, its ground, a crab, a blurry image of his dad posing, his own face and much more. Corinne liked to photograph flowers, her aunt and uncle talking, you baking and there's even one Arlecchino shot.

Now, don't get me wrong, Aryan & Isaar's bond is too strong for an ordinary human understanding, but these two boys would fight for the camera because both of them want to be the first one to use it. In the end, there's only a picture of them which you took. Angry expressions, arms crossed, lips pouted, and a Cyno behind his sons trying to solve their situation.

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - chaos at heart

hey can you make a fic where its parents weekend r meets the addams and wednesday meets r family but r has a little sister that like 5 or 4 so r acts really maternal and its just really new to everyone because r is also a mischievous chaotic little shit and lowkey a punk - Anon💜

Sitting in the table, you smirked to yourself as you waved lazily at the principal who frowned and waved for you to get down.

“Miss (L/N), off!” She called.

“Why? No other seats are available.” You shrugged.

Enid snickered from her place at her families table, she watched as Miss Weems sighed heavily and started to walk over.

Wednesday turned around to see what was going on and you laughed loudly, jumping from the table as the older woman tried to get you.

Many of the students and their families laughed, enjoying the drama that was happening before they went on to what they were doing.

After about ten minutes of running around after you Weems finally caught up and you grinned from ear to ear.

“Detention?” You asked.

“Yes, Monday after class come to my office.”

You shrugged and went back to your empty table.

Wednesday looked at you and frowned to herself, getting up as she walked over, sitting down in front of you.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Hello, where are your parents?” She asked.

“They’re running late, why aren’t you with yours?”

“They make me want to gauge my eyes out.”

You laughed at Wednesday and shook your head, gesturing to the table where her family were sat chatting among themselves.

You caught her father looking over and he waved at you, so with a grin you waved and they all stood up, making their way over.

“Hi, I’m Pugsley. Are you a friend of my sisters?”

“Wednesday are we friends?” You asked.

“No.”

You beamed at her little brother.

“Yes.”

“How wonderful, I am Morticia, and this is my husband, Gomez.”

“(Y/N) (L/N), nice to meet you.” You grinned.

They happily sat and talked to you until your family finally arrived and they moved away.

You watched as you parents sat down and the little girl in your mothers arms jumped away from her and straight into yours.

“Hey Ella!” You smiled.

“I missed you!” She cried.

You laughed softly, carefully wrapping your arms around her as you kissed the top of her head.

“I missed you to kiddo.”

You talked with your family for some time until everyone finally started to wonder around and started to talk to each other.

While you parents went over to talk to Wednesday’s, having seen you with them before they arrived, you stayed with your little sister.

“What is everyone like? Are they cool?” She whispered.

“Some people are, some suck. But you wanna see something cool?” You asked.

Ella beamed brightly and nodded her head, grinning from ear to ear you sat her on the table and took a couple of steps back.

“You ready?”

She nodded excitedly.

Holding your hands out, you clasped them together, small sparks came from your palms and she giggled to herself.

Reaching your hands over, you let her open them to show a small flaming bird in your hands.

“It’s so pretty!” She giggled.

Smiling softly, you tossed your hands into the air, letting the small bird fly away before it vanished.

Ella giggled again and held out her arms to you, making grabby hands.

“Okay, let’s go then!”

Sweeping her up, you walked every which way she pointed.

“Hey look.” Enid pointed.

Wednesday, Ajax, Xavier, Eugene and Bianca all turned to face where you were walking around in different directions while Ella laughed and cheered.

They all watched for a few moments, just smiling while you ran around with your sister in your arms and helped her get some food.

“Wow, it’s like a whole different person.” Xavier mumbled.

“I didn’t think it was possible for her to be so mature.” Bianca hummed.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

You were so careful and gentle, you followed Ella around as she ran about and caught her just before she tripped over anything.

Ella ran over to them all and Enid laughed, kneeling down as she offered a wave.

“Hello!” Ella beamed.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Xavier asked.

“My sister says not to talk to dorks.”

With that Ella ran away and you spun around on your heel to follow her while they all stared in disbelief.

“Harsh.” Ajax chuckled.

“Just like her sister.” Wednesday said.

Over the weekend no one saw much of you, but when Monday came you were walking her out to the car and came across Wednesday and her family.

“Who’s that?” Ella asked.

“Well, it’s Wednesday and her family wanna say hi?”

Ella nodded her head and you walked over to introduce your sister.

“Yes, I met her the other day. She called us dorks.”

You snickered a little and shrugged.

“I raise her right.”

“Your hair is pretty!”

Wednesday turned to Ella.

“Uhm… thank you?”

Ella beamed and kissed your cheek as she wiggled from your arms and over to the car.

Smiling at Wednesday you spun around and went to say goodbye to your family.

The moment they were gone you stretched and Wednesday stood next to her mother as she watched you slowly grin from ear to ear.

“She’s back at it.” Wednesday sighed.

“What do you mean?” Morticia asked.

“She’s going to do something stupid.”

Wednesday watched as you ran away and rolled her eyes at you.

The moment your family was gone you went back to your old self, and she dreaded the thought the trail of chaos you’re about the leave behind.

The others were nearby and watched as you ran towards them.

“Someone stop her!” Xavier yelled.

They all chased after you as you laughed loudly, leaving a trial of small flames in your wake that they had to put out along the way.

You were already in trouble and they didn’t want to make it any worse, so they had to catch you before anything went wrong

[izzy-the-chaotic-gremlin]

Zeno info dump

If this is confusing I am SO sorry

BackStory

Ok I'ma bit this in bit and pieces since I have NO idea on how to explain it....

As a kiddo he was very chaotic, this led to him getting into a LOT of trouble. One day while messing around with a lighter this is when he was ten btw he decided to start burning blankets, but it went farther than blankets MUCH farther. He accidentally burnt down the house! The incident killed both of his parents leaving him to have between home to home. Eventually he ended up in a house in a small Italian town, it was in this town that he met Peppino's mom! He ended being VERY good friends with her, she was actually his first friend. I'm only stating this cus I needed to explain a little something that happens in @chatting-with-peppino :]

Ok now there's a little gap in the story that I'm working to fill, so I'ma go ahead and hop forward around 15 years.

One day while roaming the streets he found a poster, the poster was a help wanted poster to help build a tower.... Zeno, or as a human, Zaarib decided "know what? Let's do it! It's not like anybody else wants to give me a job...." It's at this job that he met PizzaHead! They ended up becoming best friends, Zaarib worked as the mechanic for PizzaHead, or as Zaarib called him, Totino! When working on Blood Sauce Dungeons Zaarib accidentally fell into one of the spaghetti sauce pools, and since this was a early build of the stage the sauce was EXTREMELY hot, skin melting, bone BURNING level hot. It was here that he died.... He ended up in hell because he did drugs and was an alcoholic as a human......

And now we are at the present! Where Zeno now spends his time with Peppino and Marhia. His death was around 30 years prior btw he's 50 years old in the present

Design traits

- he is a goat! When angry his horns will properly grow out and wrap around his ears

- he has a cape on

- he wears gloves to hide his hove'ed hands

- one of his purple are square shaped and the other is a oval

- he also has hove'ed feet, he wears shoes to hide them tho

- he has a swirl on his bowtie

- he usually floats above the ground Cain likes as in tadc style

- he can't stop smiling like Alastor from Hazben Hotel

Extra

He is VERY chaotic, but not in the usual Noisy style, no it's the "stealing candy from babys" style, it's also really similar to Blitzø from Helva Boss

He doesn't really understand his emotions so he ends up resting to everything with anger or chaos. Surprisingly he regrets EVERYTHING that he does, he HATES being mean to others but it's all that he knows, he can't NOT be mean.

Ok I explained that like absolute shit, hears a better explanation of it

He a lot like Blitzø in a many ways

His voice claim is Meowth from Pokemon

Since he knows ZERO social skills his way of showing affection is just aggressively staring and or getting into others personal bubbles. When he does this it's his way of saying "hi, I trust you and you're my friend now!" He's like a really weird cat to be honest lafmo

His literal only friend is Marhia. The only reason that he was able to become friends with her is because she is not fazed by ANY of his dumb shenanigans, also cus she is actually able to physically knock him out if he's doing something bad lafmo

He will purr aggressively when happy

He can shape shift! Altho he can only turn into a Fox, Goat, Deer, and Dog

He fukin LOVES pizza. Unfortunately he's always too scared/prideful to ask for any. Marhia usually ends up giving it to him anyways since Zeno usually just stares at her while she's eating

His personality is basically if you mixed Jax (tadc), Blitzø (Helva Boss), and Bill Cypher (gravity Falls)

Marhia generally really really likes him as a friend! Her main goal is to help redeem him! This is going by Hazben Hotel logic btw

I made. A playlist for him btw :3

@mrfellsans @cutechan555 @luigigirl12

Gah this took me so long to do 😵‍💫

Also hears a video do y'all have an idea of what he sounds like

[svechnikovvv]

father figure

pairing: quinn hughes x single mom!fem!reader

warnings: profanity, deadbeat father

summary: you realize that quinn is the one for you and your son

a/n: dad quinn 🙏

masterlist: here

quinn and i have been neighbors for a few years and he was always helpful whenever i needed someone to help me with flynn.

a knock on the door sounds through my small apartment and i hear flynn’s footsteps run over.

“flynn l/n! don’t you open that door!” i walk over to where he is and he’s looking up at me with his doe eyes.

“let the adult answer it, okay?” he nods and i look through the peep-hole and see quinn standing there. unlocking the door, i open it and he smiles when he sees me and his smile grows even more when he sees flynn.

“quinn!” flynn hugs quinn’s long legs and quinn let’s out a laugh, ruffling his hair.

“hey little man.”

“guess what today is!” flynn jumps around

“what is today?”

“my birthday!” quinn gasps, feigning shock

“it is?” flynn nods. “how old are you today? 24?” he laughs and shakes his head, holding up four fingers.

“i’m four!”

“wow, you’re getting old.”

“noooo, mommy’s old!” he points at me and i gasp. the two of them are laughing and i shake my head, a smile on my face.

���alright kiddo, let’s move so quinn can come in. i think aunt scar & uncle reece will be here soon.” he jumps up and down excitedly.

“are they bringing baby ellie?” i nod and he cheers, running into the living room. quinn steps inside, shutting the door behind him.

“where do i set his birthday present?”

“i can take it,” he hands me the bag and it’s a bit heavy. i give him a sideways glance and he smiles.

“you’ll see when he opens it.” i playfully roll my eyes

ten minutes later, scarlett, reece and baby ellie arrive and flynn’s focus is only on them.

“can i hold her?” he asks, looking between the two of them. scarlett nods

“but you’ll need to sit down first little man.” flynn climbs up on the couch and holds out his arms. we all laugh and scarlett instructs him the right way to hold a baby. she then gently places ellie in his arms and he just watches her. she opens her eyes and looks up at him, starting to giggle. he laughs with her and i feel a presence beside me.

“he’d make an amazing older brother.” quinn. i nod in agreement to his statement.

“he definitely would. it’s like—he’s chaotic. but as soon as he sees ellie, he’s a bull in a china shop.” quinn softly laughs as we watch flynn just stare at ellie.

“okay kiddo, ready for presents?” he looks up at me and excitedly nods. scarlett takes the baby back into her arms and flynn scoots off the couch, sitting on the floor.

“okay, the first one is from aunt scar and uncle reece.” i place a bag in front of him and he opens it. he pulls out a spider-man lego set. he lets out a gasp, looking at his aunt and uncle.

“legos! thank you aunt scar and uncle reece!” he then looks at me. “can we build this now, mommy?” i laugh, shaking my head

“open your other presents and you and i will build it later, okay?” he nods. he then goes for the big box i had wrapped for him. i watch anxiously as he tears away at the paper. a gasp then comes from his mouth and he looks back at me, getting up and running over to me. i bend down and engulf him in a hug.

“i love it so much!” i smile and then he pulls back, running over to the mini indoor hockey kit i bought him.

“i can be like quinn now!”

“maybe we’ll do a little one on one sometime.” he says, making flynn get excited. he then proceeds to open all the bags of clothes i bought him and then he finally gets to quinn’s gift. he pulls out a youth hughes jersey, and some candy. then he pulls out a blue envelope. he tears it open and two pieces of paper fall out.

“what’s that, kiddo?”

“hockey tickets!” he cheers and my mouth slightly drops, looking at quinn.

“quinn you didn’t have to.” he shrugs and walks over to me.

“figured he was overdue to see his favorite hockey player on the ice.” i give him a soft smile and once all the gifts have been opened, it’s cake time. quinn turns off the lights and i light the four candles on the spider-man cake. the four of us then sing happy birthday to flynn and when we’re done, i tell him to make a wish and blow out the candles. he closes his eyes and blows them out.

everyone is at the small dining room table eating a piece of cake and ice cream when i slip off into my thoughts. flynn was growing up right in front of my eyes. soon he’ll be starting school, then before i know it, he’ll be in college.

i’m snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of a knock on the door. my brows furrow and i get up, excusing myself. it slips my mind to check the peep-hole, so when i open the door to see drew, flynn’s father, i’m shocked.

“what the hell are you doing here?” i harshly whisper to him.

“what? i can’t see my son on his birthday?”

“you mean your son that you left me to raise on my own? you mean the son that you’ve missed every milestone for? you mean the son that you decided to ditch when you found out i was pregnant with him? don’t act like father of the year, now, drew. and he has a name, you conceited dick.” i go to shut the door, but he stops it with his hand.

“y/n, come on, don’t be so uptight.” i step out of the apartment and shut the door behind me. i point a finger at him.

“you have no right to come here and call me uptight and request to see your son that you weren’t bothered to know in the first place.”

“well i’m here now, aren’t i?”

“that’s not the damn point. what the hell am i supposed to tell him when he starts going to school and asks why he doesn’t have a dad like the other kids in his class? what do i do then, drew? since you’re full of bright fucking ideas today, tell me.”

“look, y/n, it was a mistake-” i cut him off.

“took you four years to notice!” a door then opens and i hear my name.

“y/n?” i turn and see quinn standing there. he looks between drew and i and i see his jaw clench.

“oh this is cute. who’s your little friend?” i slap him across his face.

“get the hell away from flynn and i and don’t ever show your face here again.” i turn on my heel and walk over to quinn as he places a hand on my back, ushering me back inside. he closes and locks the door behind us and i lean against the wall, letting out a shaky breath. quinn pulls me to him and i quietly cry into his chest.

“it’s okay, i’m here.” he whispers and runs my back soothingly. i cry a little more before quinn pulls apart.

“hey, look at me.” i manage to look up at him and he softly smiles when his eyes meet mine. he wipes the tears from under my eyes and leaves his hands on my cheeks.

“i’ll take you to the police first thing tomorrow and we’ll file a restraining order against him, okay?” i nod and he places a kiss on my forehead.

“there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you two.” he whispers and it’s as if a switch flips in my head. who was there to help me with flynn at 12 in the morning? quinn. who was there to watch him when scarlett and i had a girls night out? quinn. who was there to let me cry about how my parents wouldn’t help me with flynn? quinn was.

it’s always been quinn.

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asks me and without thinking, i connect our lips together. he freezes a bit before he melts into it, removing one of his hands off my face and onto my hip. he pulls me closer to him and he deepens the kiss. we then pull apart and he’s breathing heavily.

“it’s always been you, quinn.” he smiles and then we’re cut off by a voice.

“mommy kissed quinn!” flynn runs off to the kitchen and quinn and i laugh.

“busted.” he wraps an arm around my waist and we walk back to the kitchen just in time to see reece handing scarlett fifty dollars.

“you guys bet on us?”

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @woodruff-edwards @marsthehockeywhore @samosmackie @hughesx3 @jayda12 @theywantedplayer @austinbutlerscaresme @jackhues @jackhughesily @babydollmarauders @equallyshaw @astars-things @akengii

a/n: hope you all liked this one (:

[bebepac]

A Little About Your Neighborhood Bebepac

True story, most of my life, I lived in chaos. I grew up with a single mother who couldn't manage money, always in debt, always needing money. There was always a problem that always required more. As a young adult, I was not told about or learned about credit. So what happened when I got into college? I fell in the credit card trap and ruined my credit. I lived a chaotic life because it was modeled for me. Now, being older and wiser, I have and am taking steps to correct my credit because I see the importance of what having good credit can do, but also having a plan.

This is not a flex by any means, but last month, I spent $1100 on my vehicle just between brakes and rotors. My original plan was to just replace the back brakes, as the warning sensor had been going off a bit, and the front ones just started. And save a little money and then get the front ones done. Turns out that both front and brake pads and rotors were about the same wear on them, and I had to do all at once.

But, I had the money because I had been working on saving some. And... then I needed tires. I, fortunately, was able to get a credit card via the tire shop for that, and those got put on my SUV as well the following week. I shopped around for my tires and picked the best ones for my vehicle, with a rebate for them, too!

This same situation, three, five, or even ten years ago would have sent me into a panic, not knowing where I was going to come up with $2900 total for everything I needed to take care of, (not to mention NC has a yearly vehicle tax and inspection as well) but because of planning and "upper level adulting" is what I call it. I took care of it all myself!!! And that part about all of this felt really, really good.

Now my car kiddo Kitt is driving like a brand new car. You've seen her before in my fics.

P.S. if anyone else wants to share their upper level adulting moments, I'd love to see them, and you are welcome to use the sticky note page above with it if you would like . 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[oceaneyesinla]

HI ROXY pls i wanna know so many things abt miyako. how old was she when she joined the corps? does she have siblings? when did she first meet giyu? what's her breathing style? what's her favorite drink? does she like dogs? in a modern au what would she major in at uni/do for a living?

Fallon I am giving you the tenderest gentlest forehead smooches for asking about my sweet girl 🥹🥹🥹

OKAY HERE WE GO! (i'm so sorry this got so long i started rambling i got excited - i'll put it all under a read more)

1) she was twelve when she went to Final Selection, and she went with Sabito and Giyuu

2) She did have siblings, all of them younger. Ayako, Ichiro and Itsuke. She lost her whole family to demons when she was eleven. She adored her siblings, and the bond she had with them and her involvement in raising them definitely influences how she treats the younger Slayers

3) she first met Giyuu when she was ten and he was eleven. The village she's from was close to Mt Sagiri, and Urokodaki sometimes took the boys there. Giyuu and Sabito intervened when Miyako was getting bullied and she invited them back to her house for dinner as a thank you. When Urokodaki realised how her father treated her, he decided they would keep stopping by to check on her. (fun fact, I've written a tiny bit of how this first meeting goes, and one of the first things Miyako thinks about him is that he's kind and has pretty eyes 🥺)

4) ah. Her Breathing Style. She starts off with Water Breathing, because she trained with Giyuu and Sabito. At SOME POINT (depending on which AU we're talking) she switches to Moon Breathing. Essentially, she reinvents it. Sun Breathing came first then the other styles followed, right? It's kind of a 'coming full circle' thing. She uses her knowledge of the other Breathing Styles to come up with something that blends them all. Obviously no-one knows that Moon Breathing was already a thing at this point, so she ends up dubbing it Moon Breathing. There's lots of parallels that my brain has made up - Kokushibo resents Yoriichi for being stronger, being better, whereas Miyako (who has adopted Tanjiro as family) is a little upset at first when he starts using Sun Breathing, because she's descended from Michikatsu's line and she doesn't feel she's measuring up, but she pushes it aside and rises above to love and support him regardless. There's lots of symbolism and parallels which probably make not a lot of sense to anyone except me

5) I'll answer this for modern AU. She LOVES hot chocolate; she thinks it's yummy, especially with marshmallows. She also really likes ramune

6) She does like dogs! She doesn't want one, but she does like petting any dogs she comes across in her duties

7) I have a whole modern AU planned out for Miyako, actually! She works in a daycare! She's fantastic with kids, and she's very good at keeping calm in chaotic situations. To start with, she's volunteering there towards the end of her school years, and she falls in love with the job. She ends up doing a lot of on the job training courses because she wants to learn more about how to do her best for the kiddos in her care

[inkyminx]

🙊🦁🐦‍🔥

Trivia Under The Cut ~

Zhe Kong Shi (Middle)

The second born, Guardian Lion

Cunning, Mischievous, a bit chaotic & unintentionally funny

Sensitive (body-wise)

Really good with kids

Might be part jackal but who knows

Don’t hurt his loved ones he will bite all your toes and eat your prized possessions

No really, don’t risk it

Loves cats (he will steal yours)

Has ptsd because of his capture & t*rture by humans in his past

A BIG foodie but is one of those people where they eat a lot but always looks fit (like muscular and constant workouts)

Is surprisingly a gentle giant

Likes working with metal or mechanical objects (mostly vehicles and tiny trinkets)

Play wrestles with Ping on the daily

Was put in his father’s mouth as discipline (it’s ok, he was never bitten. He’d just sit there bored)

Likes trading (it’s business, kid)

“Shorty” proceeds to eat on your hand

Definitely has a “natural beauty” as they are known to be really pretty

Naturally has curly hair but uses one of Yuan’s oils to tame it

Wears a band around his neck to hide the wounds he got from the capturer’s chains

~ ~ ~

In a relationship with Cole

Like his brothers, Cole gets very concerned about how tall Kong is since (headcanon time) he’s the tallest of the ninja

Dates? Isn’t it obvious? These guys would go to cake testing, maybe some test of strength games & more outdoorsy activities like a carnival or rock climbing

Takes turns sitting on each other while one’s doing push-ups

“Brains and brawns? HOW ABOUT BRAWNS AND A TITAN”

He probably also scared Wukong and the gang as he nearly matches the height of Sandy and DBK (if not taller like his brothers)

Will lift the ninja/monkie team/monkeys like it’s nothing & tease them about it

Dear God do not let him be alone with Wukong or there will be chaos. Who knows what shenanigans they will get up to

Might have forgotten to pay for some noodles one ten time

Cole meeting the parents was fun

Kong: *in his dad’s mouth and lifting it up by his teeth* Pretty neat huh?  Cole: 😨

Has probably yeeted Jin & Yin into the celestial realm at one point

Doesn’t like Lou (Cole has to hold his boy back from strangling his dad)

Fengkuang Huayuan (Left)

The first born, Jue Yuan

Flirtatious, sneaky, mature (somewhat) & easily amused

The mean responsible one: will tape a kid to the wall or “your a disappointment, grade C+ kiddo”

“Chillax man, I got this” comes back clean despite an explosion in the background

Loves to cook and knows how (mostly stews & broths or anything with vegetables)

Kind of a slvt

Doesn’t like wearing revealing clothes

Probably gets his jewelry from Guimo

Definitely the one who taught Kong how to be a menace

Adopted three small dragon-like cats and treats them like his children

Knows how to push buttons

Likes to make puns

Smokes (owns a kiseru)

Lost his vision as payment to reunite with Kong

~ ~ ~

Had a relationship with a soldier at one point before not aliving him when he found out he was a demon

Definitely likes using pet names, both platonically and romantically

“Darling”  ,  “my sweet baby”  &  “pumpkin” are big in his vocabulary

Will tease tf out of Macaque & Kai

Kai will get the short end of the stick with this guy usually

The ninja definitely caught Kai taking a nap on Yuan’s lap at one point but said red ninja had threatened them to keep it a secret (especially from Nya)

And it’s no different for Macaque just with Wukong

Kind of acts like a mom to said red ninja & monkey, and is very protective of them

May threaten the monkey king and mr. six ears to reconcile PROPERLY instead of bickering like an old married couple

“Smashes their faces together” NOW SHAKE HANDS AND SAY “I DO”

Pingheng Xie (Right)

The third born, Phoenix

A sweetheart, big body big heart, constant state of confusion & responsible

Had a really close relationship with his mother

Touch-starved

Will cry if a loved one gets hurt (even a paper cut will set him off into becoming Niagara Falls)

Incredibly strong

No really, this bitch can probably lift an entire palace if he wanted to

Kind of a mama’s boy

Uses his own feathers for fun (writing, tickling someone, etc)

Will let you use two hands in an arm wrestling match

Is the more responsible fun “parent”

“If you eat your vegetables we can go to the water park”

But will probably lose the kid(s) as he’s on the slides and go apeshit trying to find them

A little chubby around the stomach

Might have accidentally thrown Kong off a mountain cliff while playing as kids

Lost his vision as payment to reunite with Kong

~ ~ ~

In a relationship with Lloyd

Dates? Definitely going to arcades, reading comics, some indoor dates like movies & most times Ping cooking while Lloyd clings to him like a finger monkey

Probably needs to be pulled off Lloyd & MK when hugging cause he can practically sense how fvcked up they are

“NO! YOU ARE STAYING IN BED, WE’RE BUYING PIZZA AND WE WILL HAVE A MARVEL/DISNEY MARATHON UNTIL YOU GET BETTER”

Lloyd often uses his wings for comfort or hiding (it’s a must if he has a nightmare)

Gave Lloyd a necklace with one of his feathers as it’s charm to keep him warm & comforted by his presence

[banannabethchase]

A Few Little Love Affairs - also on A03

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Mox is overwhelmed: he's the best man in Seth and Roman's wedding with a chaotic toddler. He's due to blow off some steam.

~

In honor of the anniversary of my first posted wrestling fic, here have a HangMox! It's an outtake from the Mamma Mia AU of something that happened with Mox when Wheeler was a tiny munchkin. It also fills my second to last bingo square, O2! Title from Lay All Your Love On Me by Abba, of course.

~

Mox is getting ready to check on Seth after a frantic text when he hears the patter of familiar feet running down the hallway of the little apartment he’s rented with Eddie since he was pregnant with Wheeler.

“Daddy, where’s Uncle Seffie?”

Mox turns to see Wheeler peering up at him, brown eyes giant and curious. Eddie, at the very least, got Wheeler out of his pajamas and into clothes presentable enough for the rehearsal dinner in an hour. “Oh, hey, Potato.” He picks Wheeler up and settles him on his hip. “What are you doing out here?”

“Uncle Eddie says he’s having a…” Wheeler pauses and frowns. Mox kisses him on the cheek. “Daddy, what’s a hissy fit?”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Don’t listen to anything Uncle Eddie says,” he tells Wheeler and kisses him on the nose. “And, uh. Well, everything Uncle Sethy does is a hissy fit, basically.”

“It’s being big mad?” Wheeler asks. He snuggles his face into Mox’s shoulder.

“Yeah, exactly,” Mox says, pulling Wheeler in close. He’s glad he’s been working arms lately – the kid is tall for a three year old. “It’s being big mad and extra annoying about it.”

Wheeler sighs, wiggling so Mox is forced to hold him in front of himself.

“Tater tot, I need to go take care of some stuff for Uncle Sethy before dinner,” he says. “You wanna come with or hang out with Eddie?”

“With you,” Wheeler says.

“Please take him with you,” Eddie yells. “I gotta get my ass in a shower.”

Wheeler swings himself to the side. “I go with Daddy,” he says firmly, sounding surprisingly confident for a child who is upside down.

“I can’t carry you like this,” Mox says, laughing. “You want up on my shoulders?”

“Yes, peas!”

“Please,” Mox says. “Add that l in there, kiddo. It’s part of your name.”

“Different l,” Wheeler says as Mox swings him around to sit on his shoulders. “Wheeler l stays, peas l not for Wheelers.”

“I – okay.” Mox chuckles. “Toddler logic is weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“I hate that Eddie taught you that response, but okay.”

They make their way to the elevator, Mox adjusting Wheeler so he doesn’t manage to hit his head on the elevator frame and Wheeler giggles as he points to Mox’s face in the metal reflection, putting his hands over Mox’s eyes and moving them.

“You playing peek-a-boo with yourself?” Mox asks.

“No, Daddy. I playing with you, duh.”

Mox frowns. “Saying ‘duh’ isn’t very nice, Wheels.”

Wheeler goes all big eyed and cute, then drops his head down and hugs Mox’s head, meeting his eyes in the reflection. “Sorry, Dad.”

Mox’s heart does a weird little twist – Wheeler’s called him Dad a few times, and every time it feels more grown up, more adult. “No problem, little man,” he says.

He swings Wheeler down for a moment as they walk through the elevator and toward the door. Wheeler starts playing the drums on his legs as Mox tries to get him into his seatbelt.

“Calm down, Tater,” Mox says. “I don’t want to pinch you.”

Wheeler pauses, his hands in the air. “Daddy, you’re killing my beat.”

Mox snorts. “Eddie teach you to say that?”

Wheeler shakes his head. “Uncle Seth.”

“Course he did.”

When they make their way to the venue, after ten minutes of Wheeler playing the drums to every song that pops up on the radio, and Wheeler decides he wants to be on Mox’s shoulders to walk into the venue. It’s a beautiful farm, with trees lining the area, a barn for the receptions, a small office building and a building that has to be for ceremonies.

“Your Daddy’s never getting married, Tater tot,” Mox says, patting Wheeler’s leg. “Too much work.”

“Okay,” Wheeler says, completing missing the conversation. “Look! Cows!”

When they walk into the barn and through to get to the outside part where the ceremony will be held, Seth is pacing frantically.

“Oh, thank – um.” He pauses, frowning. “Wheeler?”

“He wanted to come with,” Mox says. He reaches up and swings Wheeler down. “Apparently Eddie wasn’t able to keep him under control and take a shower at the same time.”

Wheeler takes that moment to swing upside down and grab Mox’s leg, biting.

“Ow!” Mox says. “Stop that!”

Wheeler giggles and swings back up like it’s nothing.

“You’re still biting, sweet potato?” Seth asks, poking Wheeler in the ribs until he giggles. “I thought you promised you’d stop.”

Wheeler presses his smile into Mox’s chest. “Wasn’t a real bite,” he mutters. “A funny bite! No teeth.”

“Felt like teeth,” Mox mutters. “Anyway. What do you need?”

Seth’s smile immediately drops. “Um.”

“Cold feet?” Mox asks, swinging Wheeler around to his back. “Your mom acting weird? Ro’s mom acting weird?”

“No,” Seth says, pacing. “Yes. I don’t know.” He looks up at Mox. “I should have eloped.”

“Yeah,” Mox says. Wheeler’s begun to climb around him like a little gymnast, and he’s doing his best to stay on his feet without wobbling. “But you want to show off how much you and Roman love each other, right?”

Seth nods. “I do.”

“And,” Mox says, grabbing Wheeler around the waist and holding him up so Seth can see his face, “if you eloped, this tiny maniac wouldn’t be your ring bearer.”

“That’s me!” Wheeler says.

Seth relaxes, beaming and reaching out for Wheeler, letting him snuggle into his shoulder. His hair’s done in a half up bun with the curls perfectly draped down his back, but the rest of him isn’t dressed yet for the rehearsal dinner, so Mox decides it’s safe to let Wheeler hang for a minute.

“You’ll help Uncle Seth if he needs it, right little man?” Seth says, kissing Wheeler’s temple.

“Yeah,” Wheeler says. “Snuggle time? Movie?”

Mox snorts. “Uncle Seth’s a little busy right now, baby.” Wheeler levels him with a giant pout. “Don’t give me that. I’m not saying no because I’m mean, I’m saying no because Seth’s gotta get ready for his special rehearsal dinner.”

Wheeler sighs. “Okay. I guess.” He slides down Seth and then stands on Mox’s feet, dropping his head against Mox’s thigh.

“Are all kids weird or is it just mine?” Mox mutters.

“Oh!” Seth says. “Speaking of weird, the owner of the venue wants you to meet the day of coordinator, Anna,” Seth says. “He’ll be here all night, obviously, but he wants you and Anna to meet before things get started to make sure you know who to talk to.”

Mox fights the urge to make a face. Wheeler grabs at his arm and crawls up his body, clinging to his back.

“Aw, don’t look like that, buddy.” Seth smacks him on the arm. “You and Adam can stay civil for my wedding, or I’ll kill both of you. Simple as that.”

Mox groans. “The fact that you decided to get married in our hometown, on his farm, will never stop being annoying.”

Seth walks Mox from the outdoor reception area to the small office building in the front.

“Hey, Seth, is everything –” Adam’s voice cuts off when he sees Mox. “Oh. Damn.”

“Hi!” Wheeler says, grinning. “I’m Wheeler.”

“Hey, little man,” Adam says, immediately warming. “Are you our ring bearer?”

Wheeler nods and scrambles down Mox’s body. He takes his little legs and walks over to Adam. “I’m Wheeler.”

Adam smiles. “You said that.” He kneels in front of Wheeler and looks up at Mox. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”

Mox shrugs. “You don’t know a lot.”

“You’re lucky your kid is here so I can’t say what I want to say.” He stands, and is about as shocked as Mox is when Wheeler takes his hand. “Rehearsal’s not until another hour. Everything okay?” He looks at Seth. “I didn’t know you were bringing more people here. I would have prepared.”

“I asked him here to help,” Seth says. “I was – nervous.”

“Oh!” Adam says. “Oh, certainly. You let me know what I can do to help.”

Thus begins the longest three hours of Mox’s life. He’s wrangling Wheeler. He’s wrangling Seth. He’s trying not to kill Adam Page, who seems to be giving him death glares at any opportunity. He’s running interference between Seth and his mother, who seems to be insistent on making the wedding her day.

By the time the rehearsal and the dinner is over, Mox is exhausted and Wheeler is whiny and tantruming in his arms.

“I’m sorry, guys,” he says to Roman and Seth. “But we really gotta get back to the house. Wheels is about to go nuclear.”

“This isn’t nuclear?” Seth asks.

“Nuclear is that time we went to the zoo and you dropped his ice cream,” Mox says. Wheeler is weeping into his shoulder. “Be lucky that he didn’t r-u-n off this time.”

Seth winces. “Okay. Fair.” He steps a little closer. “Want a hug?”

“No!” Wheeler yells, tiny fists rubbing at his eyes. Then he bursts into tears again, flailing backward so hard he almost flies out of Mox’s arms.

“And we’re nuclear,” Mox sighs. “Later, guys,” and he takes Wheeler back to the house in the car. Wheeler sobs the whole ten minute ride, incomprehensible but still insistent.

“Please help your nephew calm down,” Mox begs as Wheeler wails his fists on Mox shoulders and pleads for…something. Mox can’t even figure out what he’s asking for at this point.

Eddie stands. “Get over here, tiny man. Stop beating up your father.”

Wheeler stops crying and levels Eddie with a glare. Mox chuckles.

“No,” Wheeler says through a face full of tears, voice shaky. “Want cake.”

“That’s what you’ve been saying!” Mox says. “Oh, my god. Okay. Give me, like, two minutes.” Mox digs through his bags and pulls out the mini cake he’d carefully wrapped when Wheeler had said he didn’t want it at the dinner. “This one, Tater?”

Wheeler’s entire expression changes. “Cake?”

Mox nods. “If you want your cake, you can have it now. And then we’re going to bed.”

Wheeler takes the cake suspiciously, eyeing Mox until he takes a bite. “My cake,” he says.

“Correct,” Eddie says. “Mox, you go to bed. I’ll put the little hellion to bed.”

“Hell a bad word,” Wheeler says through a mouthful of cake. “That’s what Miss Kris says at school.”

Mox sighs. “Well, yes, but hellion means – whatever. Love you, little man.” Mox leans down and kisses Wheeler on the forehead and nose, like every night. “Goodnight. I love you this much.” He reaches his arms out as far and wide as he can.

Wheeler shoves the rest of the cake in his mouth. “I love you this much!” He reaches his arms out as far and wide as he can.

He dives in and hugs Mox, and Mox hugs back.

“Dad’s gotta shower, Potato,” Mox says, kissing the top of Wheeler’s head. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

~

Mox moves through the next morning in a whirl, getting himself and Wheeler ready while Eddie throws whatever bits and bobs he’s forgotten at them.

“Did you check if he’s wearing socks?” Eddie asks, before Mox heads out the door. “Your kid smells like corn chips if you don’t shove socks on those feet.”

“You are such a douche about the kid you threatened to kill an aunt of mine over,” Mox muses. “Ah. Shit.”

“Bad word, Daddy,” Wheeler says, shaking his head. “No socks. Need socks.”

“Yeah, you do.” Before he can ask Eddie to grab some, he’s pelted in the head. “Thanks, dude.”

“Thanks, Uncle Eddie!”

Eddie comes over and kisses Wheeler all over the face while Mox gets socks and shoes back on tiny feet.

“Alright,” Mox says, pedaling Wheeler’s legs a little. “You ready, short stack?”

Wheeler nods. “Ready, Daddy.”

“I can’t believe you’re putting me on toddler duty for the whole wedding,” Eddie says, taking Wheeler and scooping him into his arms. “Feels unfair since I’m not technically his father.”

“Yeah, well, I’m on Seth duty,” Mox replies, checking his pockets and bags for everything he and Wheeler could possibly need. “I don’t know who’s bound to do more crying.”

They get to the venue around 1pm, but it already feels late. They have a good four hours before things get started, but there’s so much to do that it goes by in seconds. The venue has a small room set aside for the typical bride, but Seth and Roman had arranged it to be storage with a small cot-like thing for Wheeler to take a nap in at 2:00. Like always.

“Thanks for that, man,” Mox says, clapping Seth on the shoulder. He’s watching Wheeler sleep, bunny in his arms and thumb in his mouth. “I – I’m really…” He trails off, the words catching in his mouth. If he lets them out, then the tears will join them.

“Mox,” Seth says gently. “Hey.” He pulls him into a hug, cushy white groom’s robe feeling like a blanket. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Just – long day. The fact that you thought of my little guy in the midst of your own crazy.” He exhales slowly. “Never thought I’d have people like you to take care of me.”

Seth presses his forehead to Mox’s. “Always.”

It’s gone unsaid but known for years that Seth and Roman put off their wedding date, unofficial but discussed, when Mox found out he was pregnant with Wheeler nearly four years before. Mox never knew how to tell them how much it means that they were willing to share that day with him and his kid, let alone put it off to make it work for him.

“Always,” Mox says. “Alright. Don’t make me cry, you douche. I’m not supposed to do that until the actual wedding starts.”

With the human chaos machine napping in the quietest part of the venue, things are easier.

“Hey,” Mox says, running into Adam. “You got any extra blankets? Flower girl found out my kid’s napping and wants some rest time too.”

“Course I do,” Adam says, and he ducks into a little room and comes out with a pair of sleeping bags. “She a Power Puff Girls or Hot Wheels kind of gal?”

“Hot Wheels,” Mox decides, grabbing it. He stares. “This shit clean?”

Adam, to his credit, looks offended. “I wash them after every use. Obviously. What kind of business do you think I’m running here.”

“Just checking,” Mox says, stepping back with his free hand raised. “I don’t know what kind of shit goes down in here.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “And y’all think Seth’s downpayment was ten thousand for bad service?”

Mox trips over a box and falls flat on his ass. “Sorry, what?”

Adam comes over and hauls Mox up with arms that are unfairly strong. “I run a good venue, Moxley,” he says, and his hand is still in Mox’s. “I don’t come cheap.”

He – the fucker winks and walks away. “I gotta take care of some place setting fuck ups, but I’ll be around. Find me if you need…anything.”

Mox nods, and dazedly brings the sleeping bag to the flower girl’s mother.

~

They’re all getting ready – Wheeler’s hair is a disaster after a nap, always, but it’s even harder to get slicked down in the little way that Seth was hoping for all the wedding party with short hair to have – when someone calls, “Half an hour!”

“Fuck,” Mox grumbles. “Come here, Tater. We’ll see if Uncle Seth’s got some of that hair gel in his pocket or something.”

The floorboards, while beautiful, are in a farmhouse built in the late 1800’s, and he’s not used to the rough terrain. He trips on a rogue board and things start to move in slow motion as he plans how to turn to keep Wheeler safe. And then he feels somebody’s hand around his waist, pulling him back to standing before he and Wheeler can fall. Then the hand dips low enough to pull off a graze of his ass. Mox turns.

Adam Page is standing there, grinning. “Sorry, man,” he says, and god, he looks good in that fucking suit. “Couldn’t let the best man and ring bearer fall on their asses.

Mox licks his lips before he can stop himself. “Yeah. Uh. Thanks.”

“I heard you were having some issues with the hair,” Adam says, and he pulls something out of his pocket. “Hair spray. Can I try?”

“Uh.”

“I actually was asking Wheeler, first,” Adam says. Wheeler giggles as Adam zooms the canister around like an airplane. “Are you okay with me fixing your hair?”

“Yeah,” Wheeler says, nodding. “Daddy, yes?”

“Sure,” Mox says. He’s used to his kid being weirdly easy around people, but not going into their arms and letting them mess with his hair without a second thought. Adam works quickly and efficiently, and suddenly Wheeler’s hair looks exactly like the photo Seth sent.

“And back to your dad,” Adam says, shifting Wheeler back into Mox’s arms like he weighed nothing.

“Wow,” Mox says. “Looks great, dude.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like I’m in the wedding industry.” Adam winks, and brushes Mox’s ass again as he leaves behind him.

“Just trying to get by,” he singsongs as he leaves.

Mox wonders if he feels up all the customers, or only the ones who clearly like it.

~

It’s not the only time it happens.

Mox and Wheeler, when they’re getting ready to walk down the aisle before Roman and Seth make their way down together, are in the middle of a discussion about goldfish for god knows what reason, when Mox realizes the pillow with the fake ring on it is gone.

“Wheels,” he says carefully. “Where’s the – ”

He feels a hand graze his lower back, then from behind him comes the pillow.

“Thought you might be looking for this.”

Adam. Fucking. Page.

~

The ceremony goes well. Wheeler is cute as hell as he toddles next to Mox down the aisle and the vows are beautiful, but, to be fair, he misses a lot the first few hours. Wheeler’s demanding Mox take him around to meet all the people in the venue, and it’s wearing on him. By the start of the reception, he’s burnt out.

“Eddie,” he says, somewhere around 7:30, “I’m so tired.”

“You ready to call it a night?” He yawns, stretching.

Mox shakes his head. “Dadding,” he says. “Like, I would do anything to keep Wheels, but everybody else is fucking around and having fun and, well.” He looks down, where Wheeler had just barreled into his shins after the brief respite of him playing with the flower girl and her sisters as they danced to some pop song. “Hey, buddy!”

Wheeler yawns, huge, the frosting stain on his tiny suit jacket almost hidden when he reaches his arms up into the air. “Home, Dad.” He slams his head into Mox’s thighs. “Book.”

“What if I take him?” Eddie asks. “Uncle Eddie and Potato Head time, yeah?”

“Really?” Mox asks. “You – that’s cool?”

“Mox, you haven’t had a night to fu-mess around since one of the nights this little monster popped into our life.” He kneels down and swings Wheeler on his back. “I’ll take your car and you can take mine back.”

“You sure?” Mox asks. He feels guilty, somehow.

“Have fun,” Eddie says, clapping Mox on the shoulder. “Spend time with your friends. Wheels and I will be there when you get home.”

It’s an internal fight, briefly, but then Mox nods. “Yeah. Yeah, Wheels, buddy, you’re gonna head out with Uncle Eddie, okay?”

“Eddie Day!” Wheeler says. He throws himself down to Mox, who curses himself a little bit for how much wrestling and daredevil genes must be in this tiny lunatic of a child. Mox kisses his forehead and nose.

“Love you, little man,” he says, grinning as Wheeler pulls back.

“Love you, Daddy!”

Mox puts his keys into Eddie’s hand and then Eddie’s into his pocket. “Love you, man.”

“Yeah, stop being sappy.” Eddie yanks him in and kisses his forehead. “Love you, too.”

He relaxes, finally, for the first time in nearly four years. He has a lingering cloud of worrying about Wheeler, but that’s par for the course these days.

Things, shift, just a little, when he catches Adam on the phone, looking frustrated, right as the music cue gets messed up. Mox knows for damned sure he was supposed to tell the DJ to shift to Seth’s high school throwbacks at 9:30, but he’s definitely hearing Pour Some Sugar On Me. He goes to speak to the DJ himself, then stalks over to Adam.

“Why are you on the phone during the wedding?” Mox asks over the music. “Aren’t you supposed to be making sure the DJ hits his cues or something?”

“I’m – don’t worry about it,” Adam yells back at him. “It’s fine.”

They’ve been dancing around each other all night, sometimes quite literally, but Mox had always had a toddler at his ankles. He needs to know what the hell this guy is doing – Mox knows he’s with Matt Jackson, has been since they were all in high school together. And if Adam Page is a cheater, Mox is going to tattle.

“Like hell it is,” Mox says. “Was that your boyfriend?”

Adam frowns. “What?”

Mox rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“I need to go take care of – something,” Adam says, frown deepening. He walks past, but, rather blatantly, he touches Mox’s waist, just a little bit, as he passes.

“Oh, hell no.” Mox grabs Adam by the lapels of his stupid navy blue suit and throws him into the first room. It’s the kitchen, but it’s empty.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Adam asks, spinning on Mox as he glares.

“What was that?” Mox hisses.

“I – what was what?” Adam asks. But he’s pink in the cheeks. Mox knows he knows what he did.

“You grabbed me around the waist,” Mox says. He walks Adam backward so Adam’s backed against the countertop, so he’s got a leg between Adam’s. “The fuck was that about?”

Adam’s eyes flicker down to Mox’s lips, for just a moment. “Get out.”

“Oh,” Mox says, stepping back. “Oh, I get it. This a thing you do? Cheat on your little boyfriend with groomsmen?”

“We broke up,” Adam says. Mox freezes. “Yeah, hope that feels good. Matt and I haven’t been together for a few months.” He glares at Mox, fire in his eyes. “I was texting his brother to make sure Matt wasn’t off getting himself killed while he fucks his way through half the country.”

Mox pauses. “Fuck.”

“Yeah,” Adam says. “I – sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you.”

Mox is notorious for impulsive decisions. One of his favorite runs of impulsive decisions gave him his son, which is, quite possibly, the best part of his life.

“Why?”

Adam tilts his head to the side, reminding Mox of the golden retriever puppy at the petting zoo he took Wheeler to for his birthday. “Why what?”

“Why are you sorry you touched me?” Mox slides his hands on Adam’s waist, grins at the way Adam’s breathing hitches. “You wanna blow off some steam?”

Adam licks his lips then looks up to meet Mox’s eyes. “Fuck it.” He leans in and crushes his lips to Mox’s, tongue insistent, and Mox grins.

“Knew it,” Mox says. “You handsy little shit. Bet you wish you’d done this back on Debate team.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Adam growls. He presses his lips back, shoving down the sleeves of Mox’s dress shirt. He pauses to grip at Mox’s biceps. “I fucking hate how big your arms are. Fuck you.”

“Yeah?” Mox says. He flexes and Adam rolls his eyes. “Bulked up since high school.”

“I can see that,” Adam says, and he reaches behind to get two handfuls of Mox’s ass. “Like it. Looks good on you.” He leans in and bites at Mox’s neck.

“Course you’re a fucking biter,” Mox snipes. “Jesus.” He shoves at the front of Adam’s jacket, debating ripping it open, but he figures that would be a bit obvious to everybody at the party.

“You can unbutton it,” Adam says.

“Yeah,” Mox says. He works as quickly as his excited and shaky hands can move. He hadn’t hooked up with anybody since – well, since Bryan. After that it was all too complicated.

This, though, as he reaches down to grab Adam’s cock through his dress pants. This feels perfectly simple.

Adam chuckles, shoving Mox against the counter again and gets a leg between Mox’s.

“Uh,” Mox says. “About that. I mean, in case you forgot.”

“That your trans?” Adam asks. “No, I know that. That’s no, like, issue.”

“Rad,” Mox says. “You ever eaten pussy before?” He grins. “I know you’ve been gay since day one.”

“No,” Adam chuckles, “but there’s a first time for everything, right?” He winks.

“Prick,” Mox says, grinning. Adam unbuttons his dress pants with the expertise of a man often donning formal clothing.

“Actually,” Adam says, mouthing along the waistband of Mox’s boxers. “I’ve never fucked anybody but Matt.”

“First time for everything,” Mox echoes, but he quickly loses the ability to speak when Adam drops to his knees and pulls his boxers down.

“What do you like?” Adam asks, looking up at him from the floor. Mox has to force himself to breathe to keep from losing his balance.

“Anything that won’t get me pregnant,” he jokes. “But, uh. Go nuts, newbie. I’ll tell you when you’re fucking up.”

Adam rolls his eyes. “You issuing a challenge or something?”

Mox shrugs. “You could call it that.”

Enthusiastic, is Mox’s word for it. Adam’s inexperience is obvious, but he’s clearly willing to learn. His tongue does most of the work, circling and sucking Mox’s clit with impressive speed. Probably from the fact that the dude never shuts up, he’d guess.

“You can add fingers, you know,” Mox says, gripping the counter with white knuckles. “Like – in – god damn, exactly.”

Adam pulls away for a second with a self-satisfied grin. “The fingers part I’m pretty good at.”

It takes longer than it has in the past, probably because Mox’s experiences lately have been with more mechanical dates, but he feels it building in his belly soon enough.

“Jesus,” Mox mumbles, rolling his hips a little against Adam’s face. “I – okay, it’s different than with dicks, because if you stop doing that I won’t – shit, fuck.”

It slams into him, insistent and stark white and so fucking good it’s almost annoying. He has to shove at Adam with his knee to get him to stop, because he’s oversensitive as fuck and Adam doesn’t seem to know when to quit.

“Good?” Adam asks. He grabs at a clean towel hanging on one of the stoves and wipes his face. “Seemed like it was.”

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Gimme a sec I – it’s been a while and I forgot…” He trails off. “Look, I’m gonna blow you. I just need a second.”

“Hell yeah,” Adam says. He leans back on the stove and yelps. “Fuck! How long’s that been on?” He shakes out his hand.

Mox grabs his hand and sucks a finger into his mouth. He can taste himself on Adam’s fingers, and he drops to his knees before a second thought.

“Before you act like a bitch about anything,” he says, hands undoing Adam’s pants, “it’s been, like, four years since I’ve sucked a dick, so cut me some slack.”

Adam laughs and looks down at him with burning eyes. “It’s been months for me, dude. It’ll be hard to get me to complain.”

Mox snickers. “Yeah. Looks pretty hard to me.”

Sucking a dick, Mox discovers, is like riding a bike. If the bike was built like a brick shithouse and had fingers that grabbed at his jaw and a slightly southern twang from a childhood in Virginia that spews enough filth that Mox feels himself getting wet again.

“Fuckin’ hell, knew that mouth was better for more than just arguing,” Adam grunts. “Should’a done this earlier. Maybe would’a stopped being such assholes to each other.”

Mox looks up at Adam and pulls off his dick enough to flip him off and say, “Nah, pretty sure I’d still think you’re a dick.” And he sinks his mouth back around Adam’s cock and sucks, paying attention to the head.

He likes blow jobs. He’d forgotten he likes this part of it, drawing words and swears out of his partner until they’ve lost the ability to do much but moan.

“Dude,” Adam says, patting at Mox’s neck. “I’m gonna – ”

Mox pulls off. “What, you think you’re gonna come on my face or something? We’re at a wedding, dude. Come in my mouth. God. Have some class.”

Adam laughs when Mox takes him back into his mouth and comes with a shudder that Mox can feel in Adam’s thighs where his fingertips have dug in. To get him back he keeps sucking at Adam’s cock, a little longer than he might if he were being nice, until Adam gets him by the scruff of the neck and pulls him off.

“Wait,” Adam says, panting. Mox is still on his knees.

“You already regretting it?”

“No!” Adam yells. “Just – I think I can do better.” He pulls his pants back up and turns them, shoving Mox against the counter. “We’re even. I can out fuck you.”

“What? How is that you out fucking me?”

Adam grins. “Sit on the counter. I’m getting you off at least one more time so you don’t rank me last on your list of one night stands.”

Mox wouldn’t have said it, but that is where Adam stands right now. Probably, if he ranks it, Bryan, then Regal, then Chuck, Suzuki because he left that giant bite mark on his arm, and then Adam. “Alright. Go for it.”

The enthusiasm, he notes, is key. He’s never fucked anybody bored about it, per se, but he’s fucked people hesitant and people who relied more on their dick than other parts, people so focused on getting in him that he got himself off.

Adam, though. He must have learned how to hold his breath in the past, because there’s no coming up for air. The first time he was hesitant, almost cute about it, but this time he’s insistent and greedy. He slides two fingers into Mox and pumps them with the pace his mouth and lips work, like he’s determined to draw an orgasm from Mox if it kills him.

“Fucking Christ,” Mox pants, gripping the first thing he can grab. His best guess is the water faucet. “Where was this energy last time?”

Adam responds by his mouth moving faster, stronger, and then it hits. Before Mox can do anything, he’s shouting and clenching around Adam’s fingers, bucking against Adam’s face.

“Holy shit,” he says, shivering as he notices Adam’s beard wet and shining. “That was different than the other – holy shit.”

Adam grins. “I ain’t done yet, Moxley.”

He loses count. Mox loses fucking count how many times Adam makes him come, his mouth and hand working together so effectively that Mox is straight up shaking at one point.

“Okay, I’m tapping,” Mox pants, slamming his hand on the counter. “I – nope. I can’t do anymore.”

“Shit,” Adam says, laughing. “Alright, if you’re telling me enough.”

Mox nods. “I literally don’t think I can come anymore,” he gasps. “I think I’m all fucked out.”

“Good.” Adam washes his hands casually. “Messier than with dicks, but more fun, I think.”

Mox laughs. “Yeah?” He exhales and hops off the counter, pulling his boxers and pants back up. They’ll have to bleach the area. “You had a fuckin’ blast, man. Different than the first round.”

With a paper towel he wipes up his beard. He grins as he continues wiping his mouth. “What can I say? I have a steep learning curve. And I like men with pretty eyes and bitchy attitudes.”

“I’m not bitchy,” Mox says, folding his arms across his chest. “Also, fuck you for saying that right after you gave me, like, a thousand orgasms in a row so you know I don’t have a good comeback.”

Adam licks his lips. “There’s a come jokes I could make, but I think we’ve exhausted that line of thought.” He winks. “And you were bitchy. You yelled at me a couple hours ago because the tables were a few inches in the wrong direction.”

“That was on behalf of the groom,” Mox says.

“You still said it like a bitch.”

Mox rolls his eyes as he grabs a paper towel and soap and wipes down the counter. “Well, the groom’s a bitch, so I earned it. Also, you weren’t this confident in high school. Or this…in charge. What happened to you?”

Adam scoffs as he goes to the fridge and pulls out a pitcher of water. Mox takes another towel and dries the counter. “Fuck. Matt Jackson happened to me.” Mox watches as Adam chugs. It should be weird that Adam can look sexy drinking water, but here Mox is. “Was gonna propose to him, you know? Was thinking of making his hotel and my barn a thing, but no.” He shakes his head, a grim little smile on his lips.

“I figured something was wrong in paradise,” Mox says, hopping back up onto the counter. He takes a glass offered by Adam and drinks. “This like senior year?”

Adam rolls his eyes. “No, he hasn’t been that dramatic.” He takes another sip and leans against the stove, avoiding the burner knobs this time. “He’s scared he doesn’t have an identity outside our relationship.” Adam shrugs and meets Mox’s eyes. “I’ve told him if he needs to figure himself out to go and do it, but I’m gonna do the same.” He raises the glass to Mox and sips.

“Oh, that’s what this was?” Mox asks, grinning. “You catch up with one of your high school rivals, fuck him, and use that to decide if you and pretty boy are meant to be?”

“Or I’ve thought you were hot since we were fifteen and you cut your hair and started with that ‘fuck everybody’ attitude,” Adam says.

Mox blinks. “You’re that gay that you could tell I was a dude before I even came out?”

Adam shrugs. “Had a minor sexuality crisis before you told everybody you’re a guy, which John and Alex had to help me out with, but yeah. Once you came out, it made sense. I think I knew…” He offers a smile. “You know?”

“We queers find each other, don’t we,” Mox chuckles, kicking his ankles against the cabinets.

“Yeah, and then you tackled me in gym class later that year because you were mad I beat you at that practice debate and knocked me out.” Adam flicks water in Mox’s face. “If it wasn’t for that, I don’t think Matt would have asked me out.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So, really, it’s your fault we got together in the first place.”

Mox sits in that for a minute. “Yeah,” he says. “Maybe I can be the reason you two idiots finally suck it up and get married.”

“Hope so,” Adam says quietly. “You’re weirdly chill about this being a one time thing, by the way.”

Mox shrugs. “I’ve had more than one one night stand in my life. At least this one won’t give me a kid.”

Adam laughs, and he’s really pretty when he does. “Yeah. Your kid’s cute, by the way. He at home?"

Mox nods. “I had Eddie pick him up. He was starting to get tired and when he gets tired he gets a little screamy.”

He doesn’t know how much time passes while they catch up. They were never friends in high school – being rivals for the best on the debate team will keep that from happening – but they tolerated each other, and, as adults, Mox is realizing they don’t hate each other as much as he thought they would.

“Shit,” Adam says, pulling out his phone. “That’s the 15 minute alarm.” He nods to the door. “I gotta go let Seth and Roman know they need to start winding down.” He frowns. “I left everybody out there with Anna. Fuck.”

Mox chuckles. “Yeah, she’s a personality. She told Seth’s mom to go fuck herself when she tried to change the ceremony chair arrangements.” Mox sighs. “I think I’m a little in love with her, actually. She single?”

“Yeah, but she’s only into women.” Adam makes his way to the door. “You should see the way she hits on bridesmaids.”

Mox is slammed with some chaotic pop song he’s heard a thousand times but still doesn’t know the name of, and looks around for Seth and Roman.

“They’re over there,” he says, and he points with a hand on Adam’s waist.

“Smooth,” Adam laughs in his face. “Thanks, though.”

Mox watches Adam walk away, eyes locked on his ass in the excessively well-tailored suit pants, and goes to the bar to get a Coke. He sips slowly.

“Hey,” says Anna, coming over to him. “Where have you been?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re the best man, right?” She plants her hands on her hips. “You were supposed to give me an assist with the shitty family members. Seth’s mom started getting bitchy and I couldn’t find Adam, so I went looking for –” She cuts off, eyes narrowing. “Oh, you absolutely didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Mox asks, trying to feign ignorance. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t you dare hurt him,” Anna says, waggling a finger in his face. “You hear me? He’s a nice man who deserves kindness. Don’t be a douchebag.”

Mox holds his hands up in front of him. “Jesus, you’re scary. I promise, I’ll let him take the lead.” He smiles at her. “Also, please don’t tell anyone.”

She sighs. “Deal. If you fuck with him, though, I will tell everyone.” She whips out her phone. “Remember I have the email of everyone in this building.”

Mox exhales slowly. She’s his type of woman, but alas. Plus, he’d already gotten laid twice that night, sort of, and doesn’t think he could handle it even if the option were on the table. It’d been since before Wheeler was born than he’d gotten any action at all, and he’s starting to feel the good kind of sore about it.

“I know,” he says. “We’re good.”

He’s in the middle of a conversation with Becky, Seth’s maid of honor, when the grooms stomp over to him. Well, Seth stomps. Roman casually strides.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Seth hisses.

“Did something go wrong?” Mox asks, looking around. “What happened?”

“Roman started dancing,” Seth whines. “Becky told him to go out there and shake his ass and he did.”

Mox shrugs. “It’s his wedding, too. He can dance if he wants to. He can leave his –”

Seth rolls his eyes. “I hate how often you quote that song. God. Fine.”

Mox dances with his friends as the final songs of the night play. Songs from his and Seth’s high school years, from the past year, and ending with the song that he and Seth screamed at the barricade when they saw the band live together, on the evening of Mox’s 22nd birthday.

He’d had no idea what that year would bring him. He’d had no idea that that year would give him the best gift of his life.

Missing Wheeler isn’t something he’s unfamiliar with, but it’s more intense right now than it’s been for a while.

When the lights turn on, he runs at Seth and Roman and grabs them in a hug.

“Holy shit,” he laughs. He steps back. “You two are married.”

Seth beams, wiggling his hand. The engagement and wedding rings gleam. “Hell yeah we are.”

“Someone has forgotten they got into a screaming fight with their mother six hours ago.”

Seth shrugs and smiles and Roman pulls him in and kisses his forehead. “And? It’s my wedding. I can bitch if I want to or however the song goes.”

Mox snorts. “Alright, send me on best man duties. What do I gotta do?”

“You,” Roman says, resting a big hand on Mox’s shoulder, “have done more than enough. Go home and hang with your little dude.” His smile quirks. “Maybe on your wedding day we’ll take him home for you.”

Mox scoffs. “I’m never getting married.”

“Sure you won’t,” Seth says. “Go home. We’ll take it from here.”

Mox steps outside where it’s quieter, out the back door where the other guests couldn’t go, and breathes. The chilly fall air mists around him.

“Hey.”

He turns to see Adam Page at the door to what must be the kitchen. “Hey.”

Adam smiles a little. “Live well, man, okay?” He sighs. “And make it easy.” He rolls his phone in his hand. “You deserve some easy.”

Mox’s first impulse is to shoot back that Adam was easy enough for him, but he settles. “Thanks, man. I hope you and Matt figure out what you need from each other.”

Adam nods.

Mox gets into the car, and thinks he may keep this one to himself.

~

“Potato!”

“Shh!” Eddie hisses, hand on Wheeler’s back. “Wheels is asleep. Don’t wake him up.”

“Gonna,” Mox says. “Hey, baby.”

Wheeler blinks his eyes open. “Daddy?” he murmurs. “Daddy hi!”

Mox picks him up and holds him close as Wheeler wraps skinny little arms around his neck and immediately begins snoring again.

“See?” Mox says in a hushed tone to Eddie. “He always falls back asleep once he sees me.”

“That says you’ve ever been away from him for more than a couple’a hours,” Eddie says, but he pats the couch next to him. “Come on. Let’s watch the game.”

They keep the volume low, just in case Wheeler’s snuggled up sleep is more fragile than Mox knows it is, until Eddie shuffles.

“Thirsty,” he says. “Gonna grab a Coke. Want anything?”

“Water,” Mox says.

Eddie pats his thigh, then pauses. “Mox,” he says. “Mox, did you fuck somebody tonight?”

“What?” Mox is frozen. “What? No. Wait, screw denial. How the fuck did you figure that out?”

“Your pockets are all crumpled inside your pants,” Eddie says. “Only way you’d let that happen is if you’d had to pull ‘em up quick.” He stares at Mox. “Who was it?”

“Oh, my god. Leave me alone, Mom.”

“I ain’t your mother,” Eddie says. “I’m much worse. Who’d you fuck?”

“Nobody!” Mox hisses. “And would you please stop saying fuck when my son is literally right here?”

“He’s heard worse,” Eddie says, rolling his eyes. “He’s your kid. Who was it?”

Mox groans and drops his head back against the couch. “Eddie…”

“Did you use protection?” Eddie asks. “Because T ain’t birth control and you know that.”

“Fuckin’ Christ, Eddie,” Mox mutters. “Hold on. If you’re gonna force me to have this conversation, I’m putting Wheeler to bed.”

Wheels wiggles and fusses a little as he’s lowered into his little toddler bed, but he settles when Mox puts his favorite stuffed bunny in his arms. Mox watches for a minute and sees Wheeler’s whole life flash before his eyes, landing on this perfect moment.

“Every mistake,” Mox murmurs, “brought me you, Tater Tot. I’d do it all again.”

Before he can reminisce further, though, there’s a hand on the collar of his suit jacket and he’s being yanked backwards.

“Jesus fucking – Eddie!” Mox says, barely catching himself before he fell over. “Let me have a moment with my kid!”

“Do I need to go get you plan B?” Eddie says. He’s running his hand over his head, eyes panicked. “Fuck, how’s that even work with T? Is that gonna with your top surgery? I gotta do some research –”

“Eddie,” Mox says, putting his hands on Eddie’s shoulder. “We didn’t – he went down on me and I blew him. I don’t think it’s possible for me to get pregnant.” He fights a smile. “I mean, unless coming in my mouth’ll knock me up.”

Eddie slaps him away, looking disgusted. “Jesus Christ, Moxie. I asked if you were gonna need medication, not if you were gonna need a tooth brush.” He frowns. “You’re disgusting.”

“Yeah, and you still love me.”

Eddie sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. “Yeah. Why the fuck do I do that, by the way?”

Mox shrugs and pulls off his shirt, making his way to the bedroom he shares with Wheeler, chucking the shirt in the laundry. “Because you know, deep down, we’re platonic soulmates.”

“Oh, go fuck yourself.” But Eddie smiles at him, and Mox feels warm. He curls up in bed, reaching out a hand to rest on Wheeler’s leg, and falls asleep with a smile.

[echoes-lighthouse]

Sorry I continue to only send asks for Them but 🍪 🎃 and 🕸️ for the Slasher Orphanage please!

Yesss I always want asks about them!!! <autumn asks>

cookie ― have you and your f/o ever baked together? what did you make and how did it turn out?

All the time! I like to keep the house full of cookies and muffins and banana bread, and I'll take help from anyone who's around! Brahms, Carrie, and Jason are the most reliable helpers, but I can coax the others into doing some mixing for me. Carrie and Vincent are pretty reliable cooks if I'm busy but the rest are banned from the kitchen for chaotic behavior.

 jack-o'-lantern ― do you like and/or celebrate halloween? if so, what did/will you and f/o dress up as?

But of course! This year, hmmmm, let me think

Me: I'm going as a witch because it's old reliable and I don't have time for anything fancy this year! Brahms: the one kiddo who doesn't like dressing up or going out: I'm going to get him into a soft onesie, if nothing else: maybe a tiger Sadako: sheet ghost (did not ask before cutting holes in the sheets) Michael: wanted to dress as Jason but I told him no, so now he's going as a ninja Vincent: made himself a pumpkin head: I'm not sure exactly what his costume is supposed to be, but it's very cute Carrie: she's going as a doll so she can blend in with all her sibs, Vincent is helping to make the mask for her Jason: going as a werewolf Billy: he's invested himself in going as a specific background zombie from Night of the Living Dead and has been popping up around the house with various fake rotting wounds on his face to see how well his makeup is working Stu: is popping on some fake fangs and a cheap black coat and calling it a vampire costume

web ― do you have any fun autumn-related memories with your f/o? tell us about them!

I've spent a few autumns with Brahms and it's always a pleasure: doing the fall baking, letting him decorate cupcakes. One of the first times he came outside the house with me was in autumn and we went for a little walk in the gardens, it was very very special to me.

Sadako came to us in the fall, so I remember a lot of our first days together when the winds start blowing colder: this is going to be her first year trick-or-treating and I'm very excited that she feels up to the crowd!

Michael also came to us in the fall, but in mid-November: this will be our second full autumn together. Michael gets restless in the fall, but he seems to be a lot busier with all the new faces in the house. That's good for him, I think.

Vincent went a little crazy on the pumpkins last year: we all made one but Vincent made about ten and they were all gorgeous. I was very sad when we had to get rid of them, so he made me a miniature version of one from wood (he's branching out in mediums) and now it lives in my bedroom.

Carrie came to us last November: so this will be her first Halloween with us! Jason has been living in the field for about a year but last year he wasn't interacting with us much yet, so this is our first real Halloween together as well. And Billy and Stu just joined the family four months ago.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

LOL YES

My Healthcare AU started as a random self indulgent post so I put no thought into whether they’re using nicknames or they’re their actual names so let’s just make it chaotic

Four didn’t like his given name so he changed it to four because he used to daydream that he was part of a set of quadruplets when he was little.

Twi goes by his nickname because he wanted to start fresh in Castle Town and was in an Angst Mood when he picked it.

Time uses his nickname just to confuse people (“Dr….. Time??” “Yes, my OR is the most timely” “No, I meant—“ “and I am very efficient in general” “But—“). It’s basically just become his name now. This doesn’t entirely work because Malon’s called him Time but who cares this is a chaos post anyway

Sky just picked it because the alternative was Airhead (at least according to Groose) and it stuck

Legend just knows he’s the best anyway

Hyrule couldn’t come up with anything so he picked the hospital name and everyone thought it was appropriate because he’s always working anyway

Warriors absolutely did not pick his name, Wind did. But Wars went with it because he liked it. (“But why plural, kiddo, I’m just one guy” “yeah but you can take out more enemies than ten soldiers out together!”)

Wind loves the wind. Nothing else to it. Time still calls him Nugget though. Wars and Sky occasionally do too.

Wild doesn’t remember his name anyway so he picked Wild because he wants to make his point about his desire for as little control as possible very clear

One of the hilarious things. About the modern aus.

Is unless they are all still named link and these are still nicknames.

The fact that their nicknames are their names means that their parents looked. At their new baby. And went "ah yes..let's name him Warriors. Thats a normal name for a baby "

Or

"What should we name him?" "Idk what time is it?" "Time...let's just name him time maybe that'll remind us to look at a clock"

[unfortunate-arrow]

Invitations to the Grays

For @endlessly-cursed’s holiday event, A Weekend with the Grays

To: Mr. Cillian C. Lynch

In the end, he went with a simple and formal rejection of the invitation.

I regret to inform you that I am unable to attend your celebration.

To: Mr. Tadhg O. Lynch

He’d been reluctant to attend at first. But his buds had convinced him, and everyone knew the four Gryffindor boys were inseparable.

To: Miss Niamh B. Kelly

Deciding to attend hadn’t been a hard decision to make, even with the touch of skepticism that Niamh had always treated the English aristocracy with. But, Primrose had always been a good friend, especially considering that Niamh had been somewhat thrown into a dorm with girls who were a year older.

To: Miss Orla D. O’Rourke

She had easily felt conflicted about the invitation. Neither her brother, Tiernan, nor her sister, Brianna would tell their father though. It was Brianna’s dreamy sighs of what it would be like to see show a grand place that had really made the decision. Orla would do anything to make her siblings smile, and if stories of a bright manor would make Brianna smile, then so be it.

To: Mr. Anthony J. Rosen

He had been staring at the invitation for a week now. He didn’t know what he wanted to do. Hanukkah was approaching, and while it wasn’t a major holiday and he wasn’t technically Jewish, he couldn’t help but feel closer to his father. Conall was also a concern. He wasn’t going to go anywhere without his wolfhound. Would they even allow his dog to come with him?

To: Miss Catherine G. O’Sheeran

She was just thankful that none of the listed dates had fallen during the week of a full moon. Kit might not have been known for being the most social, but there seemed to be something intriguing about this. Maybe, just maybe, they knew about her father. Probably not, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

To: Mr. William J. Devlin

The invitation had put a pit in his stomach. William knew how quickly gossip spread amongst those involved in the ton. He found it hard to believe that the Grays wouldn’t be aware of the rumor that Lord Paul Carlisle’s ward was actually his bastard. Yet, he had still had his arm twisted into attending.

To: Mr. Maxwell E. Pembroke

He had had no interest in attending anything of this size. That was way too many people would want to know things about him. But, he had still ended up responding yes. Max still wasn’t quite how he ended up responding yes though.

To: Miss Minerva A. Kennedy

Her curiosity had gotten the better of her. It would be the perfect setting for a story and if there was one thing that she couldn’t pass up, it was finding something new to write about. Minerva couldn’t help but be excited (and dragging her twin places is quite fun too).

To: Mr. Grant F. Kennedy

He hadn’t much of choice. When Minerva set her mind on something, there was rarely any stopping her. Grant didn’t mind much, though. It would be an enjoyable time and he wouldn’t need to mind anyone… except maybe his twin.

[kennyb0y]

A Soulmate Who Wasn't Meant To Be

Ryuguji Ken (Draken) x Reader (Mentions of Draken x Emma)

Warnings: characters death, angst, unrequited love, angst/no comfort

Network: @shibuyawardnetwork

You have known Draken for as long as you can remember. He was one year older than you and he has always been a constant in your life, someone normal amongst the chaotic girls living in the brothel. He was nice and hardworking and even though he wasn't the smartest, Draken always helped you with school work since you were little kids. You followed him around like a lost puppy, always holding to his cardigan so he wouldn't leave you behind.

From a very young age you admired Draken and everything he did, sparkly eyes following every move.

That is why you hated Sano Manjiro.

In reality, the reason why you hated Mikey was stupid and childish but, to be fair, ten year old you was very stupid and childish. Mikey came into your life and snatched away the only friend you had. He didn't mean to, of course he didn't, it was nothing personal, but it still hurt you because your only friend had now other friends and he stopped hanging out with you. You knew about his new gang life, you heard people talk, but Draken always made sure to tell you to stay away. So, now, the only thing constant in your life wasn't there anymore.

Draken still hung out with you whenever he was home but it was mainly at night, when you were too sleepy to keep the conversation going. You would lay on his bed with him, telling him about your day - because it was always about your day and never his - until your eyes were too heavy to be kept open. However, he stopped helping you with your homework or taking you out for lunch. Because now Draken had his other friends to hang out with and you were forgotten. And to your ten year old self, that was the end of the world.

You realized how immature you were years later. To be honest, you still hated Sano Manjiro but now you were able to hide your emotions better. You wouldn't stare in disgust at him every time he visited the brothel or tell him to leave whenever he greeted you anymore. Now you were merely a fourteen year old whose best friends were the girls working in the brothel. You heard all about Draken and his friends at school and you couldn't help but envy him. He stopped being the tall kid with a dragon tattoo who lived in a brothel and became Draken, the still tall kid with a dragon tattoo who lived in a brothel but he now had a name, a reputation and friends supporting him all the way.

Maybe it was around that age that you started getting feelings other than adoration. Or maybe you had them before but you were too immature to realize them. Either way, at fourteen, you expressed out loud that you were in love with Ryuguji Ken, who you still considered your best friend. Obviously he didn't know - if you were good at hiding your anger towards Mikey, you were good at hiding your love towards Draken - and you weren't thinking about telling him about the recently discovered feelings. The fear of losing your best friend was bigger than the fear of rejection so you kept treating him like you always did and hoped your feelings were reciprocated and he confessed first.

Nothing happened for months. You would go to school, get ignored by Draken, go back home, procrastinate until dinner time and then stay in Draken’s room until he came back. Not even once you noticed something different about him. He kept treating you like a little kid and nothing seemed to change his feelings towards you. So fourteen years old decided to take matters into their own hands.

“There's a festival on the 3rd.” you started, shyly looking away from the taller man sitting next with you with a notebook in his hand. “We should go together since we haven't hung out in a long time.”

“Not really my thing kiddo.”

“Stop calling me that.” you murmured. “Still, I think it would be fun! I miss you.”

“Sorry y/n. I have to pass. Why don't you go with your friends?”

You wanted to tell him. You wanted to scream at Draken that he was the only friend you had besides the girls living with you because everyone else at school didn't try enough to befriend you. You wanted to tell him that you miss the old Draken, the one who cared about you and not that stupid gang of his. You wanted to punch him for keeping you out of his life. But you just got up and walked out expressing that you were tired and should go to bed. Draken only said a 'goodnight’ without looking up from the notebook.

You seeked comfort in some of the girls and they encouraged you to go to the festival either way. Some joked that you might find a lover, a gentleman who will keep you company since you were alone. You weren't hoping for that. You were hoping that Draken would end up changing his mind when he saw you all dressed up for the festival.

But he didn't. Actually, he didn't even saw you. When you left your room, someone told you Draken had left. Your smile dropped the moment you heard that. You considered staying home - there's no way you're going to a festival alone - but the humiliation of going back to the room after spending hours getting ready didn't let you turn around.

So now there you were. It was crowded and you felt suffocated but the amazing smell of different foods kept you distracted enough to prevent a panic attack from occurring. Maybe you could have some fun after all. Food made everything better. You walked around the festival, looking at the different games and toys. You knew you could never win a prize, your aim wasn't the greatest, so you let your mind wander to Draken winning your favorite stuffed toy. That's why you thought you were hallucinating when you spotted Draken’s tall frame. You were quick to make your way to him, perhaps he changed his mind and was waiting for you.

His name gets stuck in your throat when you see the pretty blonde next to him. He was smiling softly at her, listening to every word she said. You don't think there was a type where you saw this look on Draken’s face. He certainly never looked at you that way. It hurts and your brain keeps screaming at you to drop it and go home but you just need to see Draken smile for a few more minutes. You never saw that genuine smile directed towards you. You wished you did.

Your body freezes when his eyes meet yours and that sweet smile you learned how to love in five minutes just disappeared as soon as he recognized you. You put your best fake smile on your face and walk towards him, praying things won't be awkward.

“Hey Ken! Didn't know you were coming.”

“It was a last minute thing.” he looks at the girl beside him. “Emma this is Y/n. They also live in the brothel.” he looks at you. “Emma is Mikey’s sister.”

“Nice to meet you! I love your outfit, by the way. Are you here on a date?”

That is when you started hating Sano Emma. Not because she was a bad person or mean towards you but because she was so nice and so pretty you felt the need to dislike her. Deep down, you knew it wasn't true. No matter how many times you cursed her in your head, you didn't truly hate her. She was the type of girl you wished you could be friends with. Unfortunately, it was painfully obvious how in love Emma and Draken were with each other. Well, to everyone but them. Apparently they were both oblivious enough to not realize that their feelings were mutual and sometimes you just wanted to scream and let them know the other was as in love as they were.

It was nauseating the way they glanced at each other even when you were supposed to be the focus right now.

“Not really. I came alone and saw Ken so I decided to say hi. I won't bother you guys for any longer though! Have fun!”

Silly little you expect Draken to offer to take you home. It was already dark and your neighborhood wasn't the safest but Draken merely said his goodbyes before leaving with Emma.

It was embarrassing the way you still expected him to be the same guy he was four years ago. Like he was going to wake up one day and realize how shitty he has been treating you and how you were meant to be best friends. But he didn't and you were alone on your way back home. Of course, being as lucky as you are, heavy rain started pouring and you couldn't help but laugh at the disgusting cliché. You watched innumerous movies with the cliché rain scene whether it was romantic or sad.

You got home and ignored the worried look Masamichi threw your way and quietly made your way to your room. He knew better than to annoy a teenager and you were glad he left you alone. And like the sad teenager you were right now, you listened to songs until you couldn't keep your eyes open.

You woke up what felt like minutes after with Masamichi shaking you lightly and calling your name. You could barely process the words coming out of his mouth and made a confused noise, rubbing your eyes to adjust to the light.

“- to the hospital.”

“What?” you groan.

“I’m going to the hospital. Ken got stabbed.”

If you weren't awake before you certainly were now. Your guardian almost got knocked over when you suddenly got up, looking for your shoes and a jacket. He could tell how anxious you were and doubted his decision to tell you about Draken’s state but he knew you would hate him if he didn't tell you before.

The car trip was tense, a heavy silence clouding the atmosphere between you and your guardian. He didn't blame you though. Even though Masamichi was a bit slow, the girls would always gossip with him. And it wasn't a secret your secret (maybe not so secretive) crush on Draken. Some of the girls would talk about how it was meant to happen and they were already expecting it. After all, they saw the way you would follow Draken around since the day you met. It was only a matter of time until one of you fell in love. Unfortunately, you were the lucky bastard.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You felt like you could throw up at any moment. You had so many questions. Why did he get stabbed? You thought Toman was just for fun; just kids playing around saying they were a gang to scare other kids. So how does Draken end up in the hospital?

Masamichi places a hand on your head as comfort and then guides you to the waiting room. You didn't expect to see so many people - probably Draken’s friends - sitting there. You tried to ignore the confused stares and sat down in one of the painfully uncomfortable chairs while your guardian left to talk to the nurses.

You only recognized Mikey and Emma but they both looked too caught up in their own thoughts to see you there. It was for the best, you didn't want to introduce yourself to everyone else. But, of course, your prayings are never heard.

“Y/n-chan! What are you doing here?” Mikey’s voice sounded and you lifted your head up to be met with Mikey right in front of you.

“What do you think, smartass? Need to know if Ken’s ok.”

“Always so hostile. Everyone, this is Y/n. They're Draken’s friend.”

“What happened? Why did he get stabbed?”

Emma gave you a soft smile. You could see that she had been crying, her red eyes gave that up. She was the one who told you what happened. In the end, you wanted to punch every single one of them. How could they let a rivalry get to that point? You were all just kids! You didn't have the most perfect life and certainly not the most common but you weren't in risk of getting stabbed! Not more than any normal person that is. So how did they let their stupid little fights get to this point?

Luckily, Draken survived. You saw the way his friends celebrated, true happiness and relief in their smiles. You couldn't help but feel anger towards them. This only happened because of them; Draken wouldn't even be here if they didn't drag him to that lifestyle.

You waited in that shitty chair until visiting hours. Your whole body hurt but the pain was ignored when you saw Draken sitting on the bed, alive and well. You carefully hugged him, your face hiding on his neck while you sobbed. It didn't matter how distant you and Draken had become, you still got so scared. Even if things weren't like they used to, you wouldn't be able to handle the pain of losing him.

The pain on your body was ignored but you felt your chest ache when Draken didn't hug you back.

If you thought you and Draken were distant then, it only got worse as time went by. The only time Draken would talk to you was to mention Emma and ask for advice. He knew you wouldn't tease him like the rest of the girls but it's not like you were in the mood to hear him talk about another girl. However, you still helped him no matter what. You were always so kind that you didn't even think about ignoring him. This made you feel like a kid again, watching Draken from afar and admiring everything he did. Except this time, it was like you weren't even there. Draken wouldn't turn around and smile at you or pat your head and say “good job” whenever you did something right. He kept growing distant and you tried to run after him, you really did, but the faster you ran the faster he disappeared.

So you settled with being a background character in Draken’s story. At this point, you were just a side character in your own story with Draken being the main character. And, of course, Emma was the beautiful love interest.

For the most part, you were kept in the dark. What you knew about Toman was what you heard from other people. Draken never spoke a single word about bloody halloween or whatever happened on christmas. He didn't tell you about Baji or Kazutora and you found out about everything because people gossiped. It made you hate everyone in Toman or related to it even more. Draken watched his friends die, another one go to jail and multiple getting beat up, how could you support his lifestyle after everything? Especially when Draken wasn't speaking to you or anyone about what happened.

You didn't know what to do when you saw him break down in front of you. You don't think you ever saw Draken cry or even tear up. He always looked so strong and unaffected by everything that you got scared when you saw the fat tears rolling down his face while he was on his knees, hugging your waist and sobbing. It felt like a dream. You managed to get him up and guide him to his room, your own tears burning your eyes but you refused to cry. It was time to be the strong one. You waited until Draken stopped crying and his breath calmed down. Your hand was holding his, thumb caressing his knuckles.

At first you couldn't process his words. “Emma is dead.” What? “They fucking killed her.” … “I loved her so much Y/n.” What were you supposed to say? You're barely fifteen and you weren't a therapist. You were just a normal teenager. Emma was a normal teenager, why is she dead? You hated yourself for the times you wished she would just disappear. You didn't mean it. She made Draken happy, you didn't want her to die.

You tried to comfort Draken but you couldn't even deal with the death of her yourself. Fifteen year olds shouldn't have this much pain in their life. What were you supposed to do?

The truth is Emma’s death made Draken get closer to you again. He would seek you for comfort and even if sometimes it felt like he was trying to replace her by using you, you couldn't be more grateful to have him back in your life. It took him weeks to stop crying about her. But he managed to move on, that is what she wanted after all.

You both grew up, you saw Draken turn seventeen, drop out of school and get a job doing something he loved. And he saw you turn sixteen, encouraged you to keep going to school and saw you everyday after school hours when you visited his shop. You kept growing together and Emma was still fourteen.

Eventually, you saw him fall in love with you. Well, at least that is what you believed.

It started small. Drake would stare at you for longer than usual. He would touch you more than normal, always seeking for your skin on his. Your hands would brush when walking and Draken would intertwine your pinkies. When you look at him, his face is turned to the side and the tips of his ears are red. Both of you would get bolder, secret touches not so secret anymore. You and Draken would act like couples at times but he never asked and you never brought that up.

Part of you was scared he was doing this just to get over Emma. Even if he was, it was for the best if you didn't know. You could live with the illusion that Draken loved you but you would lose everything if he confirmed that his one true love was and will always be Emma.

But one night, a normal night like the others, you and Draken were hanging out in the shop. He was finishing fixing some bike while you sat next to him reading a boring textbook. The tools hitting the bike echoed through the space and even though you sat in silence, it was still comfortable and calming. That's when Draken turned around and blurred out a confession. It was rushed and confusing, he kept talking and talking and you couldn't understand half of the things he was saying so you just kissed him. It was sloppy and short but it was your first kiss and you wouldn't have wanted it with anyone else. You're a stuttering mess afterwards, trying to apologize for the sudden kiss when Draken kisses you again.

That is the night you started dating Ryuguji Ken.

Your relationship was everything you dreamed of. He was sweet and caring, always making sure you were ok. He would buy you gifts, take you on dates and even introduced you to all of his friends. You have been dreaming about dating Draken since you were a little kid and now it is happening. A part of you still argued that he was just using you to replace Emma. But he couldn't be right? How could he lie? The kisses, the dates, the caring words, they all had to mean something. So you ignored the part of you that tried to warn you and focused on Draken. Your boyfriend Draken.

You knew you would marry him someday. How could you not? All of your firsts were taken by him and you took all of his too. You were so sure you loved him but you didn't want to say the L word so soon in the relationship so you waited. And that was a mistake.

Like the day you kissed Draken for the first time, this was another normal day for the two of you. Except that something felt wrong. You couldn't understand why you had the gut feeling something was going to happen but maybe you were just being paranoid. You let Draken know and he merely kissed your forehead and told you to stop worrying that “silly little head of yours”.

But your worries are confirmed when Inui bursts through the door to tell Draken one of his friends is in trouble. You hated that Draken was still involved in gang businesses but you couldn't ask him to leave his friend. He wasn't like that and neither were you. But the weird feeling on your chest still bothered you so you decided to go with him even when Draken argued that he wanted to stay in the shop. He knows you too well to know how stubborn you are so he just accepted your request.

Even though Draken allowed you to go with him, he begged you to wait next to the bike. He wouldn't forgive himself if anything happened to him. He kisses you one last time before running off. The ache in your chest didn't ease when Draken left your view and you walked from left to right, waiting to see Draken come back. Gunshots were heard in the distance and your body froze. It took a few seconds until your body reacted and ran towards the sound. Your eyes looked everywhere trying to find Draken. You grew desperate by the minute. You couldn't find him. You had no idea where he went so you had no choice but to look everywhere. The faint sound of talking caught your attention and you recognized Takemichi’s voice. Your steps slow with the scene in front of you.

Draken is laying on the floor, the three bullet wounds visible from afar. He's saying something but all you can focus on is the amount of blood surrounding him. You carefully approach him. You kept telling yourself that it was just a dream, you were going to wake up in his arms but the rain falling kept reminding you that it wasn't a dream and everything was real.

“Ken…”

Takemichi turns to you and sobs out an apology. You drop on your knees next to him, softly bringing Draken’s head to your lap.

“Hey Ken, don't close your eyes now. I’m here.”

He looks at you with adoration and one of your hands moves to hold his. He smiles weakly at you.

“I love you so much…”

Somehow, you knew he wasn't saying that to you. He wasn't looking at you like he used to. He was looking at you like you were her.

“I love you. Always have and always will.”

“I’m on my way, Emma.”

You still smile at him. You weren't stupid and certainly weren't the little kid you used to be. You knew he wouldn't make it and you just couldn't spend your last moments with him crying because your love wasn't reciprocated. So you smiled and when Draken closed his eyes, as the sound of sirens echoed in the background, you broke down. In the end, it didn't matter how much you tried to love Draken for the both of us. Because he died hoping to finally be with his true love. And that wasn't you.

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[raibebe]

Of needles and seduction

Genre: Fluff and smut Words: 15.2k Prompt: Johnny tattoo shop AU featuring best friends Yangyang and Jaemin Warnings: contains smut, Daddy-kink, size-kink, mentions of mirror-sex

A/N: This is very self-indulgent, I’m sorry. While I do have piercings myself, I know next to nothing about tattoos, so I’m sorry if anything is inaccurate. Also I don’t advise what some characters in this are doing for yourself. Just a quick special thanks to @burtonized​ who has listened to me ramble about this story and Johnny and helped me write this by giving me ideas and support. Thank you darling! This fic is a beast, I have never written anything this long,it’s insane. If smut isn’t for you, you can stop reading after the phone call and still have a pretty decent story. If you feel like, you’ve seen this post before, you might have. I deleted the original one because tumblr decided to delete it from the tags.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” You asked for what you felt was the tenth time in the past five minutes. “It’s going to be fine. The shop is clean and sanitary,” your friend Yangyang groaned while running his hands through his messy, blonde hair. It was getting way too long, hanging low into his eyes. “I’m just saying that this doesn’t seem like a safe place,” you mumbled but followed your hyper friend through a more than dubious looking side street of Itaewon. “Jaemin got his piercings done in the same shop and those healed just fine, stop being a baby,” the blonde said while rolling his eyes. He quickly checked his phone for the address of the (probably illegal) piercing and tattoo shop and took a sharp turn into an even shadier looking street. “I still don’t get while you need me to come with you when you want to get your nipples pierced for god knows what of a stupid reason.” “It’s easy,” Yangyang grinned at you, “Ten said I wouldn’t dare to do it. And I’m going to prove him wrong and you’re going to document the progress.” “Do you ever listen to yourself talk? You’re literally paying someone to stab you into your nipples to shove a piece of metal through it just to prove a point.” “It’s just one nipple though.” “How does that make it any better, Yangyang?” You deadpanned. Your friend groaned again. “I knew I should have taken Guanheng with me. He would have been supportive.” “He would also be supportive of getting ‘I love Tacos’ tattooed on your ass.” “He would,” Yangyang agreed with an exaggerated dreamy look on his face. “What a madlad.”

You sighed but couldn’t help smiling at his antics. You had befriended the hyper exchange student when you had been assigned to be partners for a group project for your mandarin class. Yangyang had only taken the class for extra credit and easy good grades while you were struggling like crazy and had seriously questioned all your life choices that had let to you taking the class. (But mostly you regretted listening to Renjun who had convinced you it would be an easy class.) The group project turned out to be rather easy when you had a native speaker as your partner and you had become fond of the younger student, staying in touch with him and helping him find his way around the big campus. If you had known that he was a package deal with a bunch of other equally hyper and questionably crazy exchange students, you might have thought a little longer about keeping in touch after the project was over. But who were you kidding, the other boys and Yangyang were incredibly dear to you and if Kun had his regular morning coffee, the others weren’t even that chaotic.

“That’s it,” Yangyang suddenly exclaimed, pointing at a small beat up looking wooden door that looked like it was ready to fall out of the doorway any second. But a little green neon sign that hang next to it flashed the word “open” onto the street indicating that a shop must be hiding behind it. Your arguably best friend quickly grabbed your hand as if he had been sensing that you were about to complain again and dragged you into the shop. A little bell jingled quietly when Yangyang closed the door behind you two. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves (hell you weren’t even the one to get stabbed with a needle) and took a look around the small room. It was small and poorly lit and every free space on the walls was plastered with drawings and photos of both freshly done and healed tattoos. You had to admit that whoever had done those had done a good job, they looked really neat. You guessed that at least two artists must be working in the shop. A good portion of the art were very neat black and white works (some looking freakishly realistic) while others were very vibrant and artistic.

With a confident bounce in his step, Yangyang went up to the counter to a man with wild bubblegum pink hair wearing a black tank top that showed off the ink on his arms and torso, all kept in black except for a deep red rose on the side of his neck. His eyes were lined with dark eyeliner, making them seem like dark bottomless orbs, and they were fixed to the screen of a laptop that was covered in stickers that were a wild mixture of cute characters and various rock and hip-hop bands. “And what brings you here?” The man asked with a surprisingly deep voice, turning his head towards your friend. “A friend of mine told me I could get pierced here,” Yangyang spoke, his hands fumbling with the loose threads of his sweater. “And if that was the case, what would you want to get pierced?” “My nipple.” At that the other man raised one of his perfectly arched eyebrows. “People usually start off with getting an earring or something.” “Go hard or go home,” Yangyang grinned, making the other man snort. “If you have 70.000 Won in cash, I can look if one of the piercers is free.” When your friend got out his worn wallet and put a couple of bills onto the counter, the other man smiled for the first time. It didn’t quite fit his whole dark punk aesthetic but you couldn’t deny that he was really good looking.

“Don’t run away now kiddo, I’ll see if someone is free,” he grinned, “I’m Taeyong by the way.” When he disappeared behind a curtain made out of pearls into the back, Yangyang turned towards you with the biggest smile on his face. “I told you it was going to be fine.” You just hummed nonchalantly, still not entirely supportive of the whole idea. “One of the guys is ready in a bit,” Taeyong said when he came back to the main room. “Are you getting anything?” He asked, looking at you. “Oh no, she’s a scaredy-cat, just here for moral support and to document that I actually did it,” your friend answered for you. Your face immediately heated up under the intense gaze of the pink haired tattoo artist. “Too bad,” he just shrugged. “So technically you need to sign stuff for legal issues and whatnot. But since this place doesn’t exactly exist on records, we’re skipping that part. You’re not on drugs or any meds, right?” “I’m not,” Yangyang shook his head, making his hair flop back into his face. “Any issues with fainting or other medical conditions?”   “Nope.”   “Great. Had a good meal before coming here?” “I had breakfast,” Yangyang shrugged. “You had a slice of cold pizza from yesterday,” you groaned. “That I ate in the morning, therefore it’s breakfast,” he argued. “Well in that case,” Taeyong interrupted your bickering and threw a granola bar into Yangyang’s hands, “Eat that and let your girlfriend treat you to some proper food afterwards.” Before the blonde could deny anything, you had already opened your mouth to tell the other man that in fact you weren’t dating.

“Sure, sorry for assuming,” he shrugged and sat back behind the counter, taking out an iPad and began drawing something, probably a tattoo design. “Nervous yet?” You asked Yangyang who was uncharacteristically quiet while munching on the granola bar. “Shit, I’m really doing this,” he replied, exhaling shakily. “You don’t actually have to, Yangyang,” you tried to comfort him. “And let Ten just get away like that? No way. I am doing this. I’m not his little baby Yangyang anymore,” he said like the stubborn child he was. You could just sigh and roll your eyes at him. “He might have just been joking, you know?” “One does not simply challenge Liu Yangyang like that and not expect consequences.” “Kun is going to actually flip and pop a vein,” you tried to reason with your friend for a last time. Kun was doing a lot of coordination work for the exchange students with a Chinese background and had taken on almost a fatherly role for the younger students that hadn’t been in Korea for long. And even though Ten wasn’t even that much younger than Kun, he almost lost his otherwise calm composure when the Thai boy had announced that he successfully had pierced his ear by himself yet again after he had convinced a poor med student to smuggle some equipment for him. And from there the situation had somehow escalated into Ten daring Yangyang to get a nipple piercing. “Well he can’t do anything about it once it’s done. We’ll just make sure he’s with someone who can call an ambulance if he ends up having an aneurism.”

“Someone still wants their nipple pierced?” A new voice interrupted your conversation and a tall man with dark inky hair came into the room, making the pearls of the curtain clink against each other. One side of his head was shaved while the longer hair on the other side framed his handsome face beautifully. He was wearing a loose black T-shirt paired with ripped jeans with almost as many holes as there was fabric that hugged his long legs perfectly, showing that he had also ink on his legs. From his lobe dangled a little silver chain and of course his arms were covered in intricate designs, one arm strictly black ink while the other sported some colorful pieces as well. In the center of his plush lower lip sat a black ring and just beneath his left eye two little silver balls were reflecting the low light. You couldn’t deny that the man looked absolutely stunning despite his unusual appearance.

“Yes, me,” Yangyang eagerly answered the man’s question and walked towards him, tugging you with him. “Too bad,” the piercer grinned cheekily and winked in your direction, making your heart flutter in your chest and heat rise to your face, before he extended a big hand to shake Yangyang’s much smaller one. “I’m Johnny,” he introduced himself before leading you both into a smaller room in the back with a simple black padded bench in the middle of the room and a desk tucked into a corner. The walls were plastered with art and photos like the main room, showing that Johnny apparently was able to pull off a bunch of different tattoo styles. He seemed to have a thing for florals and roses though. The only free space was taken up by a full body mirror at the opposite wall. Johnny sat down on the little stool that was standing by the desk and motioned for Yangyang to sit on the bench while you sat down in the only other chair in the room, made of worn looking black leather.

“Let me see your chest before we start this whole thing,” Johnny spoke to your friend after he had grabbed a pair of silver framed glasses that sat low on his elegant nose and slipped on a fresh pair of black gloves. With only slightly trembling hands, Yangyang pulled his sweater over his head, keeping his hands buried in the fabric. “Looks good to me. Left or right one?” “Ehrm, I haven’t really thought about it,” he confessed. Johnny chuckled. “Spontaneous decision to get your nipple pierced?” “He does it to prove a point to a friend,” you supplied before Yangyang had the chance to answer. “Seems like a valid reason,” the tattoo artist grinned, “You play guitar or anything where the strap could irritate the new piercing?” “Just the violin,” Yangyang supplied, demonstrating how he would hold his instrument. “Then I’d suggest we go for the left one,” Johnny concluded, grabbing a bunch of stuff he needed. “Is it going to hurt badly?” “No idea, mine aren’t pierced.” “The first one is fine,” another voice chimed into the conversation and a pink mess of hair appeared in the doorway. “My client is there and Jaehyun isn’t back from his break yet, have an open ear for the door.” Johnny just hummed but it seemed enough to satisfy Taeyong who disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared.

“You ready?” Johnny asked one last time. Yangyang took a deep but shaky breath and nodded. “You better film this so Ten knows it’s real,” he said, holding out his phone towards you. Rolling your eyes, you got up from your actually really comfortable chair and took the phone from your best friend’s hands while Johnny disinfected Yangyang’s nipple and drew two little circles where the bar would go through it before grabbing a small mirror to show him. “Let’s do this,” your best friend nodded and you pressed record. “It’ll be quick,” Johnny promised, disinfecting one last time before he grabbed a pair of tongs to hold the nipple in place and freed a needle from a foil package. “I’ll count to three and then I’ll start, alright?” “A-Alright.” “Last time to chicken out.” “No, I’m doing this,” Yangyang gritted out, closing his eyes. After that everything happened really fast: Johnny counted to three and steadily pushed the needle through Yangyang’s nipple, who bit his lip hard. He then let the needle dangle from the nipple while freeing a little barbell from another foil package to insert it through the canal he just had made. “And that’s it,” he announced when he secured the little balls on either side of the barbell. You ended the recording when Yangyang left out the breath he had been holding in. “Now no sports, especially no swimming or sexual activities for a while. Clean it well and don’t worry if it gets sore, that’s normal. It can take a while to heal, so be patient and don’t let it get infected. You can get a smaller barbell or a ring once it’s healed. Just come back to get it changed to be safe.” “Fuck I really did that,” Yangyang cursed and looked down to his chest, “I think I need a minute before I can get up.”

“Take your time, I don’t have any clients for another half an hour,” Johnny reassured him, putting the used materials into the trash. “Just please don’t vomit all over the floor or hit your head while fainting.” “That has happened before?” You asked, eyes wide. “Not on me but it’s not unheard of. You sure you don’t want anything?” he asked, turning towards you. His silver framed glasses had slid down his nose a little and you couldn’t deny that the man looked really hot, looking at you from beneath his lashes. “She’s too scared,” Yangyang teased. He couldn’t feel too bad if he still could do that then. “Too bad, I think you would really suit a little conch or something,” the piercer motioned around his own ear to indicate what piercing he meant. “A conch?” You asked, turning towards the mirror to try to imagine it. “Wait let me show you.” Johnny quickly got up to search through the drawers of his desk before he pulled out a little box with a bunch of jewelry, grabbing a small hoop. He stood behind you in front of the mirror. “Hold still for me,” he breathed and bend down to push your hair behind your ear before he carefully put the fake piercing in place. For a moment you could swear that time had stopped. You felt his breath fanning over your skin gently and could smell the intoxicating smell of his cologne. You were so close to each other, you were sure that if you turned your head, your noses would brush against each other. But before you could do anything stupid, Johnny pulled back and gently turned your head so you could see the little silver ring. “I think I could put an even smaller one if you wanted,” he said, watching you through the mirror with an intense gaze from his dark eyes. “I’ve never thought about getting a piercing,” you admitted shyly. While you did get your lobes pierced when you were a child, you never thought of it much. “It looks good. Not so much like daddy’s good girl anymore,” the piercer grinned. You almost choked on air when the words left his plush lips, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.

“How much?” “For you I’ll do it for free, darling,” he grinned, running a hand through his thick dark hair, making his muscles shift beneath his inked skin. While your brain was still short-circuiting from the nickname, Yangyang seemed to be back to 100%, destroying whatever the atmosphere between you and the tattoo artist just was. “Are you really going to say no to a free piercing, dude?” You could just groan and roll your eyes at your best friend. “Stop calling me dude, Yangyang.” “Only if you get that piercing.” “That’s blackmailing.” “Just do it, it won’t even hurt right?” “It’s just a bit of pressure,” Johnny assured you, his lips curled into a smile. “I can always take it out if I don’t end up liking it,” you thought out aloud. “The beauty of temporary body modifications,” Johnny sighed before he stepped in front of you to take the fake piercing off again. With his face so close to yours again, your eyes traveled over the little silver balls beneath his left eye, over his elegant nose down to the black ring in his lower lip and you briefly wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. “So what will it be?” You looked over to your best friend who had put his hoodie back on and nodded his head enthusiastically, making his fluffy hair flop into his eyes. He really needed a haircut.

“Alright, let’s do this,” you decided. “That’s what I like to hear,” Johnny grinned and moved to get his stuff ready. “Need me to hold your hand?” Yangyang grinned when you took his place on the bench. “I wouldn’t want to contaminate you with girl germs,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind some girl germs if they’re coming from such a pretty girl,” Johnny cut in when he rolled back over on his stool, his glasses pushed back up his nose again. You couldn’t even fight the heat that crept onto your face at his words, he sure could feel it radiating off your cheeks from where his gloved hands were touching your skin. “I’ll do it where I placed the fake one, just with a smaller ring, alright?” He spoke softly when he disinfected your ear. You could just nod, anxiety taking over, making your heart race and skin prickle. When you heard the plastic bag that held the sterile needle rip, you pressed your eyes shut and balled your hands to fists. “Take a deep breath for me, doll,” Johnny mumbled, gently caressing your skin where he had grabbed your face to stabilize you. “In and out.” You shakily did as he asked you, his low voice comforting and calming your anxiety a lot. “Now you breathe in and let me count to three, then you gently release that breath. Can you do that for me, darling?” “Yeah,” you breathed, eyes still closed so you missed the soft smile on Johnny’s face. “Alright, deep breath in. One, two, three,” the pain of the needle piercing through your skin made you clench your fists harder, “And breathe out.” You tried your best to release the breath evenly until the pressure of the needle was just a low thudding. “You’re doing great, darling,” the handsome piercer reassured you, “I’ll just push the ring through and we’re all done here. Take another breath for me.” This time the feeling wasn’t as painful, just a really uncomfortable feeling of pressure. “All done, pretty,” Johnny concluded, clicking the ring closed. “Open your eyes.”

When you did open your eyes again, he held the little hand mirror from before in his still gloved hands so you could see the little ring that sat against your ear now. The skin was a bright red and you could feel your pulse throb around the metal but it actually fit the shape of your ear really nicely. “Thank you,” you smiled at Johnny. “It’s been a pleasure,” he winked before gathering the used needle and tissues to throw them away. “Take good care of it and try to not sleep on that side for a couple of nights and it will be healed in no time.” “Let’s go home, big baby,” Yangyang chirped in, already on his feet to leave the room. “I’m starving.” “There’s a good ramen shop a little up the street, not too expensive either,” Johnny recommended.

“Thanks for the piercings, man,” your best friend thanked the artist when he took you back to the main room. “No big deal,” Johnny shrugged and sat down where Taeyong had sat before, putting his long legs up on the counter. “Well, have a nice day, maybe we’ll come back for more some time,” Yangyang grinned, opening the door to leave the shop. “Oh I’m sure you will,” the artist replied, locking eyes with you before winking. “Take good care of that piercing, doll. You know where you have to come to if you want more.” You nodded shyly before bowing to the man. “Thank you, Johnny.” “I’ll see you again,” it wasn’t a question. Somehow you and him both knew that this wouldn’t be the last time you would step into the shady tattoo shop.

The next time that you found yourself in the shady streets of Itaewon came faster than you had thought. This time you were accompanying Jaemin to his tattoo appointment after Jeno had ditched him because he had to take over a shift at the cat café he worked at. (That poor boy had to take antihistamines before every shift because of his allergies but couldn’t resist the charm of the kittens.)   “You’re a lifesaver seriously,” the hyper boy repeated while jumping up and down excitedly, “Sitting still for hours on end is really so boring if you have no one to talk to.” “Can’t you talk to your artist?” You asked confused. “He threatened to stab me with the tattoo gun the last time when I was trying to talk to him while he worked,” Jaemin pouted. You could only imagine how irritating Jaemin and his moods could be to someone who wasn’t used to him. Ever since he had decided that he wanted to commit to what he had dubbed a soft punk look, he had been going to the shop somewhat regularly to start a collection of tattoos and piercings. It had started a year ago when he first had dyed his hair to a light blue color. Shortly after that he had first gotten his ears and then his nose pierced. The two lip rings in his lower lip were his newest addition as far as piercings went. The tattoos came a little later. After much consideration he had made the decision to start a floral piece on his arm, the center would be a hummingbird, all with black ink for now.

After a little bit of Instagram stalking you had easily identified the intricate flowers that adored Jaemin’s upper arm as Johnny’s work and the thought of seeing the handsome tattoo artist again had made your heart beat faster in your chest. Not that Jaemin needed to know that you weren’t coming with him for his sake but rather because of your desire to see the dark haired flirty man again.   You had been thinking about his dark eyes behind his silver framed glasses and how he scrunched his eyebrows when he was concentrating a lot for the last weeks. (Not that you had replayed the video of him piercing Yangyang an unhealthy amount of times or anything…) Every time you took care of your new piercing it reminded you of how his fingers felt on your skin and how his deep voice had gently guided you through everything. Not to forget how easily the pet names had rolled from his lips. And oh god his lips… His Instagram account featured a good amount of pictures of himself both casual and while working and the way his plush lips would curl into a confident smirk did things to your heart. His latest update had been the actual death of yours though. It had shown the new tattoo he had gotten recently: It was an intricate eagle that spread over his muscled chest, the feathers of the wings blending seamlessly into the other art covering his strong shoulders and biceps. Did you already mention that he was freaking shirtless in the picture? And that he was hiding a seriously ripped body beneath the wide T-Shirt he wore the last time you were at the shop? So to say that your thoughts had started to spiral after seeing that post was a little understated.

You still felt a little uneasy when you followed Jaemin through the backstreets of Itaewon but when the shabby door with the neon green ‘open’ sign came in sight, you felt the feeling disappear, only for it to be replaced with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. Jaemin grinned widely when he pushed the door open and his good mood was always infectious, a smile creeping on your lips. This time a new man sat at the counter, lazily rocking back and forth on the chair with his phone in his hand. His hair was dark and hung into his eyes and he wore a dark, long sleeved hoodie, so you couldn’t see if he had as many tattoos as his colleagues but if the tattoos on his hands and neck were any indication, he must be pretty covered as well. You recognized the rose on the back of his hand from one of Johnny’s Instagram posts. When the man looked up, you saw that he didn’t only have tattoos but piercings as well: In his lower lip sat two rings right next to each other, a ring dangled from his nose and two little silver balls sat in the hollows of his dimples that showed when he smiled at Jaemin. “Back for more?” He asked with a deep, rumbling voice and got up to greet Jaemin properly, bumping their shoulders together. “Got an appointment with Johnny for my sleeve,” the blue haired boy replied. “I see the snake bites healed well.” “Done by the best piercer of the shop.” “You know it,” the man laughed, throwing an arm around Jaemin. “Brought your girlfriend?” “I’m just a friend,” you quickly corrected the piercer. (Why couldn’t you just platonically join a friend for his tattoo session?) “Alright, just a friend, I’m Jaehyun. Johnny should be ready by now. You know the way?” Jaemin nodded and pulled you with him to Johnny’s room.

When Jaemin pulled the curtain to the room open, you weren’t prepared for what you were seeing: Johnny was standing in front of the full length mirror with his black button up shirt unbuttoned, applying cream to his still tender looking eagle tattoo on his chest, making his beautiful sunkissed skin glisten. “You’re early, Jaem,” he spoke. “Jaehyun said you were already ready,” the blue haired boy shrugged and plopped down onto the black bench. “Oh you brought company,” Johnny turned around when he spotted you and grinned, “I knew you’d come back, doll. How’s your piercing healing?” You had to summon all your strength to rip your eyes from Johnny’s strong and glistening chest to meet his dark eyes. “It’s fine as far as I know, doesn’t hurt anymore,” you stumbled across your words. Couldn’t he just button his shirt back up? “Let me see.” Before you could protest he had made two big steps and was right in front of you, the intoxicating smell of his perfume filling your senses. He gently tucked your hair back to have a look at the piercing and you swore you could feel electricity buzz beneath your skin where he had touched you. “You took great care of it, darling. Not regretting it yet?” “No, I like it.” I like you. The words had laid on your tongue but you managed to swallow them back down.

“Stop flirting with her, I’m the one paying for your attention,” Jaemin whined from where he was sitting. You of course immediately felt all your blood rush to your head but Johnny just chuckled. “I haven’t seen any cash yet, boy.” The tattoo artist gave you a last wink before turning towards his actual client, buttoning his shirt back up but leaving the last two buttons unbuttoned, letting the head of the eagle just barely poke out. Taking a deep breath you sat down in the worn leather chair while Jaemin handed Johnny a bunch of bills that the taller quickly counted. “Alright, I’m all yours for the next five hours or so,” he grinned, “You saw the drafts I sent you?” Jaemin nodded while he took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeve of his T-Shirt to expose the ink on his arm. It was already beautiful even though it wasn’t even halfway done. The hummingbird was still missing its shading and he hung in the air for now, the flowers and leaves stopping above its head. “Yeah, I’m still not sure about the color though. Can’t we just do more flowers instead?” “Sure but the inner arm and near the elbow is going to hurt like a bitch. So it’s either that or you let me color that hummingbird.” Jaemin groaned dramatically, turning his arm to look into the mirror. “He does look weird just half-finished like that.” “So color it is?” Johnny asked while rolling up the sleeves of his shirt a bit, exposing his own tattoos: A snake like dragon curled around his entire right arm, kept in all black ink. “I really liked that green-blue watercolor thing you sent,” Jaemin supplied when he turned to lie down. “Right, then I’ll do some flowers directly surrounding the bird and color that thing.” He snapped his black gloves on and turned to prepare his machine and the colors.

“Come closer with that stupid chair,” Jaemin whined, making grabby hands at you. After Johnny nodded, you pushed the chair closer with great effort. “Are you going to whine for the whole time?” You groaned but smiled fondly at your friend. “Most likely,” Johnny answered instead of Jaemin and rolled over on his little stool, his silver framed glasses back on his nose and a pen between his lips. “I’ll freehand a bunch of flowers first to make sure they fit around that little guy nicely.” “And I thought you liked putting others in pain,” Jaemin joked when Johnny adjusted a little lamp and began to draw flower after flower. It was really fascinating how quick his hand drew delicate petals and leaves, filling up the space around the hummingbird. “Oh if I put others in pain, they usually like it,” he grinned, his voice dropping an octave. You almost choked on plain air and had to try to mask it as coughing but if the way Johnny’s eyes twinkled was any indication, he had seen right through it and dared to be smug about it. “Wow my third appointment and we’re already talking about kinks?” “Sorry Jaem, not interested,” the artist laughed, “I’m more into cute girls.” He leaned back to examine his drawing, throwing you another quick wink. You barely held in a squeak. He really wasn’t even trying to be subtle about his flirting anymore. “Ready for the big gun?” “Oh dick jokes now, nice,” Jaemin chuckled while you were sure your head was about to explode from how much blood was collecting in there. You covered your hot cheeks with your hands in a hopeless attempt to cool them. “Oh look Johnny, she’s getting shy already.” “I haven’t even started yet, baby.” That was it. This man was going to be the death of you. You really didn’t need to know what it sounded like when he spoke those words that were dripping with honey. “Why did I agree to come with you?” You groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “Because you missed me”, Johnny said at the same time as Jaemin said: “Because you’re a good friend.”

After a beat of silence in which Johnny arranged his actual tattoo gun and Jaemin stared at you while his smile grew bigger and bigger, he asked: “Now which one is it?” “I’m not answering that,” you mumbled from beneath your fingers. “No answer is an answer as well,” Jaemin singsang but luckily the low buzzing of the tattoo machine saved you from any further embarrassment… For now…   “Now hold still or I’ll actually stab you,” Johnny warned before he dipped the needle into black ink and began to trace the lines he had just drawn on with a fine needle. “Yessir,” Jaemin joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Johnny was unusually quiet while he worked, completely tuning out the chatter of you and Jaemin about shitty professors and assignments. You were absolutely fascinated by the confidence he radiated while dragging the needle over his client’s skin. He went back and forth between two different tattoo guns and rubbed Jaemin’s skin every now and then to get rid of excess ink. Soon Jaemin’s whole upper arm was decorated with delicate flowers and leaves and Johnny leaned back to both take a deep breath while stretching his back and to look at his work. “Let’s take a break before I do the color,” he proposed, wiping down the skin. “It looks great,” you complimented his work, taking a picture for Jaemin so he could see it himself. “Damn that pain really pays off,” your friend grinned, zooming in and out of the picture before posting it to his Instagram. “Does it hurt badly?” “You get used to it,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes from his feed, “It’s more like someone continuously scratching you.” “I can show you if you want,” Johnny chimed in from where he was cleaning his tattoo gun from the black ink. “I don’t think I’m spontaneous enough for a sudden tattoo.” “Not even if I offer it for free again?” He laughed. “I’m not mentally prepared for that,” you tried to reason. “I can still show you how it feels though. Without ink.” You shyly nodded and held out your arm for him that he quickly wiped down with disinfectant when he was done putting a fresh needle into the gun. “Just don’t flinch, darling,” he softly spoke before the buzzing of his tattoo gun filled the silence. You expected it to hurt a lot more when the needle touched your skin but it really wasn’t that bad. It was an odd kind of pain you couldn’t really describe. “It’s not that bad,” you told him, looking into his beautiful brown eyes behind his glasses. “It hurts more when it’s directly on the bone or at a more tender area,” Johnny explained and turned the gun off again, bending down to look at the slightly reddened skin of your arm before chucking the used needle into the nearby trashcan. “Let’s patch that up real quick, just treat it like any other scratch.” You nodded and let the handsome man put a band-aid over it. But before you could pull your arm back again, he leaned down to press a kiss on the cloth “For a good and quick healing,” he breathed and grinned smugly when you quickly turned your head away to hide your heated face.

“When you’re done flirting, will you finally put some color into me?” Jaemin interrupted, grinning widely. “That’s what she said,” you mumbled under your breath, making Johnny chuckle. “All you need to do is ask, darling.” Before you could even wrap your mind around what the tattoo artist had just implied, he had already rolled back over to your blue haired friend to take a look at the hummingbird. “Alright let’s do this,” he grinned before wiping down the skin once more. The buzzing of a new machine filled the room and Jaemin scrunched his eyes shut when the needle dipped in turquoise ink met his skin. “This is nasty,” he complained. “Don’t be a baby,” Johnny murmured, dragging the needle over your friend’s skin that accepted the ink quickly. “You want to hold my hand?” You giggled. What you didn’t expect was for Jaemin to actually reach out to you with his unoccupied arm, making a grabby hand. “Jeno always holds my hand,” he whined. “You’re such a big baby, Nana,” you sighed but still laced your fingers together, yelping loudly when Jaemin squeezed down hard. “You said it didn’t even hurt, you big liar,” you squeezed out between gritted teeth. “You’re not the one getting stabbed,” Jaemin argued, “That shit hurts different than the black.” “It’s a different needle,” Johnny explained, “People usually say it hurts less than outlines though.” “It’s not more or less, it’s just different.” “Well it’s going to hurt more if you keep seizing up like that, relax.” “You’re one to fucking talk,” Jaemin sounded upset. “Don’t curse at me for giving you a pretty tattoo,” Johnny just said, dipping his needle into the little pot that held the color again. “Talk him through it,” the artist said to you, looking up from behind his glasses that had slipped down his nose again.

“Hey, remember that time when Donghyuck was so drunk he wanted to jump from the roof into the pool at that frat house?” You quickly said, the silly story coming to mind first. The memory made Jaemin giggle. “Jeno and Mark had so much trouble holding him back once he managed to climb out of the window,” the blue haired boy chuckled. “They were lucky they didn’t fall off.” “That would have made for an even better story though,” Jaemin laughed. “They could have hurt themselves,” you said, scandalized, “You’re hanging out with Renjun too much.” Jaemin didn’t answer, instead he just hummed and wiggled his dark eyebrows.

“Did you ever go to college?” You asked Johnny out of curiosity even though Jaemin had said that the artist preferred to keep quiet and concentrate on his work. “Do I look like I went?” He just laughed, cocking one of his stupidly perfect eyebrows at you when he looked up. “Well, I didn’t want to assume,” you shied away under his gaze. “I dropped out of high school to learn tattooing,” Johnny shared while painting Jaemin’s skin as blue as his hair, “I wasn’t good in school anyways. So art school or something wasn’t an option either. Not that I would have had any money for that.” “What made you want to pick up tattooing then?” You asked curiously. “Art usually is very temporarily and if you make a mistake, you can just erase it or paint over it with another color. Not so much with tattoos. I like that. It’s immortal as long as you don’t start shooting lasers at it.” “I’ve never thought about it like that,” you confessed. Tattooing had never seemed like art to you but that was exactly what it was. Just not on a canvas but under your skin. “Thinking about getting one now?” Jaemin teased, squeezing your hand that he still held. “I haven’t even told my parents about the piercing,” you scoffed, “They would disown me.��� “Well too bad, I know a pretty good tattoo artist,” he joked and poked his tongue out. “Do you now?” Johnny asked, a grin on his lips, wiping down Jaemin’s arm before going in with a lighter color. “Yeah, he works in this shady ass shop in Itaewon and I am pretty sure you can buy drugs there as well.” “Those are not for sale,” the artist chuckled when he saw your scandalized expression. “It’s just anesthetics for certain piercing procedures, calm down doll.” “So sadly, it turns out you can’t buy drugs at their shop but it still looks shady and I’m pretty sure they’re paying part of the mafia so the police won’t come to investigate.” “I know nothing of transactions of this sort,” Johnny commented before you could get an actual heart attack. Illegally tattooing and piercing was one thing but mingling with the mafia was a whole other thing. “Anyways, he does pretty cool tattoos and pierces as well,” Jaemin continued, a grin on his lips, “Also talking male to male here, he’s pretty ripped.” At that Johnny started grinning as well. “Wanna know his name?” Jaemin asked you when Johnny turned to clean his needle and you just rolled your eyes but nodded, wondering what he was getting out of all of this. “It’s Jaehyun.” “Excuse me?” Johnny exclaimed with wide eyes when both you and your blue haired friend started laughed at his stupid joke. “This kid,” he mumbled and shook his head before putting the needle back to Jaemin’s skin who seemed to have forgotten to whine about the pain.

The rest of the appointment was spend with you and Jaemin chatting about this and that and a short video call from a red eyed Jeno who had finished his shift at the cat café and wanted to apologize and promised to buy you two dinner after you were done. “I think that’s all I can do for today,” Johnny said after he had stared at the little hummingbird for a while, “Your skin took the color well but if I do any more, I’ll stress the skin too much. I can go in another time if I need to fix anything.” Jaemin nodded, sitting up so he could inspect the colorful hummingbird in the mirror. “Wow that looks sick,” he commented, his eyes going wide, “Totally worth the pain.” “That’s what I wanna hear,” the artist grinned, grabbing some paper towels to rub the tattoo down once more. “Let me snap a picture to post.”

After both men had taken about 20 photos each, Johnny quickly wrapped Jaemin’s arm in plastic wrap, reminding him how to take care of it. “Text me for the next session, I think we could fit some pretty roses at the bottom. Maybe add a dash of color here and there or other animals,” the artist smiled, slipping the glasses off his nose, gently placing them on the table. “I’ll think about it but first I gotta slave away behind the bar to make more money,” Jaemin sighed, shrugging his jacket back on. “And you darling?” Johnny asked, putting on his confident smile again. “When will I see you again?” You just stared at him, at a loss for an answer. Did he really want to see you again? But before you could even open your mouth, Jaemin had already pulled your phone from your grasp, unlocked it and shoved it towards Johnny. “Put your number in already,” he sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. Laughing, Johnny did as your friend had said. “Very smooth, Jaem.” “I- I guess I’ll text you,” you stuttered when Johnny gave your phone back, your fingers tingling where his touched yours. “I’ll be waiting, darling,” he winked, raking a hand through his inky strands. “Alright, time to leave, before you start drooling,” Jaemin destroyed the intense atmosphere and grabbed your arm to pull you back to the main room and out of the parlor, leaving a laughing Johnny behind in his room.

“I wasn’t even drooling, what the fuck Jaemin,” you argued when you were outside, your phone clutched to your chest. “Stop complaining, I got you his number, you should be thankful,” he just grinned, absolutely shameless, tugging you along through the little street. “I will not thank you for embarrassing me in front of him,” you pouted, unlocking your phone to confirm that Johnny had indeed put his number into the contacts with a little black heart behind his name.

“Is it too early to text him?” You asked when you and Jaemin sat in the subway on the way to his and Jeno’s dorm to take him up on his offer for food. Your friend just laughed at you, making an elderly man scowl at the two of you, who shook his head in disapproval. Well, Jaemin’s visuals didn’t help him when he acted like this in public. But as long as he didn’t care, you wouldn’t care either. “Text him after we’ve eaten,” he advised you. “Then you don’t seem as desperate as you are,” he added, which earned him a punch to his not tattooed arm.

All through dinner, Jaemin retold every embarrassing moment that happened at the tattoo parlor, making Jeno laugh so hard that he almost choked on his rice. You really needed to find new friends. These ones were just harassing you at this point. (Aside from the fact that Jaemin had indeed managed to get you Johnny’s number, you’d thank him later when he couldn’t make fun at you.)

Later that night, you laid in bed in your own dorm room, staring at the screen of your phone. Your fingers were hovering over the keyboard but you really couldn’t think of what you should text Johnny. You didn’t want to seem weird. With how confident he was, he probably did this a lot and you were too proud to make a fool of yourself. Groaning you tossed and turned in your bed for a while, still staring at the empty chat box that by now must be mocking you for your cowardice. Sighing you typed out another short message to immediately delete it again. Should you just send him a simple ‘Hi’ or ask him if he had eaten? How the rest of his day went? In moments like this you whished you were more confident in yourself.

The sound of an incoming message suddenly filled the room and made you jerk. When you saw Johnny’s name on the screen, your heart first stopped for a second before it started beating about three times as fast as it should. How did that happen? With shaking hands you unlocked the phone to see that you in fact didn’t delete the last message but accidentally send it. Luckily it wasn’t as embarrassing as it could have been and Johnny had just answered that he was glad that you had finally texted him. Before you could think of an answer he sent another text asking you why you were still awake this late when he expected you to be a ‘good girl’. You could practically hear his smirk and you couldn’t fight the heat that rose to your cheeks. You replied that you were already in bed and were about to sleep if he was concerned about your sleep pattern that honestly wasn’t the greatest ever since the semester had started. ‘Oh, sexting already’ he replied, making you shriek in embarrassment. Was this what your message had looked like? ‘You alone?’ He asked and with a furiously beating heart you answered with a simple yes.

A couple of seconds went by with no answer from him which definitely didn’t lower your anxiety before the loud sound of your ringtone tore through the silence, Johnny’s name on the display. You quickly answered it to not wake up anyone on your floor, pressing it tightly to your ear. “Hello?” “Good evening, miss,” you heard the rumble of Johnny’s voice, “Missed me already?” “You’re the one who called,” you argued, making the man on the other end of the line giggle. “That is true.” “Why did you call?” You asked curiously, shifting to lie down on your back, staring at the ceiling. “Just wanted some company. My last client just left and I’m cleaning up the shop for today, the others already left,” he explained. “Jaehyun and Taeyong?” “Yeah those two guys,” he sighed and you heard him rummaging in the background. “Is it just you three at the shop?” “Yeah, it was just me and Taeyong at first but Jaehyun is an incredibly quick learner once he had found someone who was willing to teach him a thing or two. So he quickly joined the two of us.” You just hummed, your fingers playing with your hair, unsure of what to say. It was somehow easier to talk to him like this when you couldn’t see his eyes twinkle in mischief or his lips curling up in that confident smirk. Like this he was just a boy who wanted company and not an insanely handsome, heavily tattooed man who flirted shamelessly. “Do you usually work this late?” You asked to fill the silence and out of curiosity as well. If the shop wasn’t legal there sure weren’t any laws regulating how long the artists were supposed to work. “I don’t,” Johnny laughed, “But thank you for your concern. I was just tattooing a friend for free after my last paying client left because he was in the area.” “You do that a lot? Offering up your services for free?” “Just for friends and special people, doll,” he chuckled, “Why? Are you considering getting inked after all?”

Well were you? You didn’t even know at this point. Whenever you had thought of tattoos you had only ever thought about big bold and very black lines, of skulls, names of exes on your skin forever and warped pictures of people’s faces. But never of delicate flowers, bright colors and intricate designs. Johnny had made it obvious that it was art that he was doing and that it wasn’t just some technical procedure to get color beneath your skin. “I- I don’t know,” you confessed, “I never thought much about tattoos until Jaemin started getting them.” “I thought so,” the artist chuckled, “But I bet I could design a pretty piece that would compliment you nicely.” “I don’t think I’m the type for it though,” you argued, thinking about the amount of ink on Johnny’s body and you hadn’t even seen half of it. (Not that you planned on doing so but you were curious to know if there was more hiding beneath his clothes.) “It doesn’t have to be an obvious one. Just something only you know about.” That really got you thinking. His tattoos were really delicate and you had seen that he could write in really pretty cursive. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything, darling. But if you ever want one, you know who to ask.”

“Yeah, thank you Johnny,” you murmured, lost in thought about how you would look like with multiple tattoos. “I like the way you say my name.” “You- what?” You stuttered when he caught you off guard like that, making him laugh. “You’re cute,” he said once he had calmed down. “Stop pouting,” he added when you weren’t answering. “How did you know I was?” Johnny chuckled again. “I just knew.” “Thank you for keeping me company,” he said when you hadn’t said anything in a while. “It’s alright. I like talking to you,” you confessed. You could hear a door closing and his deep chuckle on the other end of the line. “You probably hear that a lot…” you murmured, embarrassed at how the words had slipped past your lips. “I actually don’t,” Johnny said, “I appreciate the words, darling. I’m all done cleaning up now, thank you for keeping me company.” “It’s fine, no need to thank me.” “You should go sleep now, it’s already late. Sweet dreams, doll. Maybe I’ll even visit you.” “Goodnight, Johnny,” you squeaked. The last thing you heard before he ended the call was another chuckle and a hushed goodbye. Smiling widely you turned your face into your pillow to muffle the scream you let out. How could this man make your heart beat faster like that with just a few simple words? And why did this short phone call make you so happy? Sighing, you put your phone to your nightstand and cuddled tightly into your blanket, the thought of Johnny’s smooth voice guiding you to sleep where he indeed did visit you.

After that initial phone call, Johnny called you more and more often. Sometimes when he was on his lunch break and his colleagues were still working, sometimes later at night when your head was spinning from studying and he was cleaning up the shop. You two talked about your days, you complained about professors, deadlines and assignments and he told you about tattooing and his sometimes crazy clients. And every now and then Johnny would bring up his offer to tattoo you. Which made your thoughts spiral every single time. In class you would scroll through Johnny’s Instagram account, imagining what some of the intricate, more feminine designs would look like on your skin. After much consideration you definitely ruled out anything big or colorful. But something small wouldn’t hurt, right? Well it would, you would be giving him permission to stab you with an automated needle a bunch of times which in itself sounded really scary. But Jaemin’s tattoo looked nice. And after his skin had peeled, the hummingbird truly looked absolutely incredible and you couldn’t wait for him to visit the shop again to keep working on the sleeve.

So in a whim of bravery and with the help of the little glass of wine you had drank you told Johnny that he should tattoo you. “Are you for real?” He asked. “I am,” you giggled, “I’ve thought about it a lot the past weeks.” “I am honored, darling. What will it be?” “Something small and no colors please,” you told him. “That’s all you’re asking for?” “Yeah, I… I like the simple black stuff you do,” you stuttered, suddenly really nervous and unsure if this was actually a good idea. “I’ll design something that’ll match you perfectly,” Johnny promised, sounding very eager. You could hear some rummaging on his end of the line. “I could fit you in Friday evening after my last client. It won’t be too late and I need some time to come up with a design that’s worthy of being in your body.” You swallowed dryly. If you said yes, you couldn’t back out anymore. You would be getting inked. Secretly. Without telling anyone. Not to mention illegally. In a reasonably shady shop that was owned by the most gorgeous man you had ever met. Taking a deep breath, you nodded before you realized that he couldn’t see that. “I’ll be there,” you promised. “I’m looking forward to it, doll,” Johnny said before he wished you sweet dreams just like every time when he called you late at night.

The neon light in front of the door to the shop was already shut off when you arrived the next Friday late in the evening but the door gave away when you pushed it open with trembling hands after taking a deep breath. “I thought you weren’t going to come, darling, you left me waiting,” Johnny greeted you, jumping down from the counter he had sat on. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt with a little white rose design over his heart that fit him perfectly. His hair was elegantly swept back, exposing the freshly shaved part on the side. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled, fumbling with the sleeves of your hoodie. “Don’t be nervous, I’ll take good care of you,” he promised, quickly locking the front door before taking you to his room where he motioned for you to sit on the bench. “Do you trust me?” He asked, tipping your head up so you would look into his dark eyes. “I- I think I do,” you stuttered. “I won’t tell you what you’re getting,” Johnny grinned and your eyes widened in shock. “You will like it and it’s not that big.” “I’m not sure, Johnny,” you voiced your concerns but he just pressed his index finger to your lips before you could say any more. Your breath hitched and he could definitely feel your shaky exhale against his finger. “You said you trust me, doll.” Taking another shaky breath, you nodded and a smile spread over his plush lips. “I need you to take off your shirt and lie down on your left side,” he spoke, his voice casual but you could feel something shift in the air between you. At a loss for words you just nodded again and did as Johnny asked when he turned around to gather his stuff.

“Take a couple of deep breaths for me, darling,” he instructed you when he rolled over on his little stool, his glasses sitting low on his nose and his hands already gloved. “It’s going on your ribs,” he told you so you wouldn’t flinch when he quickly dragged a razor over the area before disinfecting it. “I’ll draw a quick sketch first. I don’t want to mess it up when it’s going on your beautiful skin.”  You felt the tip of his pen meet your skin in a gentle stroke, tickling your skin so you had to giggle. “Don’t make me mess this up, baby,” Johnny scolded, playfully slapping your back. “It tickles,” you pouted. “I’m trying to be gentle with you,” he said and you could hear the smile in his voice. While he was sketching, you closed your eyes, trying to figure out what he was drawing. But all you could figure out was that it was something rather small which calmed your nerves a bit.

“All done,” the tattoo artist announced after a while and quickly pulled his little side table with his tattoo gun and ink closer. When the low buzzing noise filled the air, you pressed your eyes shut even tighter, balling your hands into fists. Technically you knew it wouldn’t hurt badly, Johnny had shown you before. But you were still getting stabbed a bunch of times and fuck, you were really doing this. Letting this man put something on your body that was going to be there forever and you didn’t even know what it was going to be. “Relax, darling. I’ll be as gentle as I can be,” he promised, running a hand up and down your back. “It’s going to be on me forever,” you said. “It is. Your own personal piece of art on your body. Just for you to have.” That was a beautiful way to see it, you thought. It’s not just some pigment stabbed into your skin but art. Something unique no one else had. And Johnny would be painting it on just you for you and you alone. “Okay, let’s do this,” you breathed. “That’s my good girl,” Johnny praised and the words made your stomach twist with a feeling you didn’t want to further explore.

The pain was bearable. It was weird at first and the ribs sure hurt more than it had on your arm and the bones somehow seemed to amplify the buzzing, making it travel through your body. You had to grit your teeth when Johnny went over what seemed to be the middle part of the tattoo, where he grazed the skin in quick successions. “That hurts.” “I know, baby. But you’re almost done. You’re doing so well for me,” he soothed and gave you a small break to breathe before he went back in.

“All done, darling,” Johnny announced a little later, turning off his machine and rubbing the tattoo down with a wet paper towel. “Can I see it now?” You asked. “In a bit, keep your eyes closed,” he spoke softly and took your hands in his now ungloved ones to first guide you into a sitting position and then off the bench and over to what you assumed to be the mirror. He turned you so your side was facing the glass and put one of his big hands on your waist. It felt hot on your exposed skin and made goosebumps break out on your skin. “Open your eyes, doll.” You did and looked directly into his dark chocolate brown eyes behind his glasses. “I’m too scared to look now, is that silly?” You asked, losing yourself in his eyes and leaning towards his body that just seemed to radiate heat. “It’s beautiful, just like you,” he assured you, squeezing your waist reassuringly. After taking a deep breath, you tore your gaze away from him and turned to look at yourself in the mirror where a delicate, black chrysanthemum was awaiting you on the skin over your ribs. It indeed looked beautiful, absolutely stunning. It was small but looked so delicate and realistic and fit well with the curves of your body. “It’s stunning,” you whispered.

“Thank you, Johnny.” “No need to thank me, darling,” he chuckled and when your eyes met again, his were dark and almost hungry. “But I think I should reward you for being so good while I tattooed you.” Before you could ask what kind of reward he was talking about, he had already connected your lips in a passionate kiss and pulled your body flush against his. You couldn’t help but sigh now that you finally knew what the metal of his lip piercing felt like against your lips. Johnny was a good kisser and you were boneless in his strong grip not long after he had slipped his tongue past your lips after you had moaned into the kiss when he had started to push you backwards to the bench again, hoisting you back up. “Let me make up for the pain I’ve caused you,” he breathed against your swollen lips when you broke apart to breathe.   “Just keep kissing me like that,” you demanded, burying your hands in his soft black locks to kiss him again. He chuckled and let you dominate the kiss for a while, toying with the black ring in his lip and exploring his mouth. Meanwhile Johnny’s hands started to wander from their place on your waist down to grope at your ass, pulling you forward against him, so you could feel his growing erection between your legs which made a spark of arousal shoot through you.

“Let me make you feel good, baby,” he breathed heavily while kissing down your neck, gently taking the skin between his teeth. “Please Johnny,” you begged, feeling the arousal simmer low in your stomach. Grinning he pulled back and raked his dark eyes over your figure before making quick work of your belt and sliding your jeans along with your panties from your legs, only shortly struggling with your shoes. “It’s not Johnny now, baby,” he rasped when he kneeled down in front of you, pulling you towards him roughly, so your glistening core was exposed to him. “It’s Daddy,” he added before licking a broad stripe through your folds and flicking his tongue at your clit. You could just mewl and throw your head back in pleasure. You didn’t know that this would be such a turn on for you. “Say it, baby,” Johnny demanded, lazily dragging his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please Daddy,” you whimpered and you could feel his low groan vibrating against your core. He wasted no time to attach his plush lips to your clit, gently sucking and grazing his teeth over the little nub, making you mewl and shiver in pleasure. He definitely knew what he was doing, altering between stimulating your clit to the point where it almost became too much before he focused on dragging his tongue through your folds, gently prodding against your entrance before it gave away. When Johnny moaned you could feel it travel straight through you, making your head swim with pleasure. Looking down to the man kneeling in front of you, you were met with his dark eyes, staring straight up into yours. Moaning, you threaded your fingers into his soft hair and pressed his face closer to your core, not even taking the chance that he could move back. “Feels so good, Daddy,” you moaned when he spread your labia with his fingers so his tongue could dive deeper into you, stimulating your velvety walls. When he hummed it send sweet vibrations through your core and you could feel your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly fast. “Mmmh, so close Daddy.” “You wanna cum, baby?” He rasped, his hot breath fanning over your clit that he was lazily rubbing with two fingers. You bit your lip and met his dark eyes, nodding furiously. “Then beg for it, doll. I could stay here for hours,” Johnny spoke before he turned his head to mouth at your thigh, gently biting and sucking at the sensitive skin until it bruised under his ministrations. “I would just keep you right on the edge for hours until you’re a shaking mess for me, begging for release.” His lips split into a wicked grin when he saw how his dirty words affected you and he slowed his fingers on your clit until it was just enough to keep you stimulated but not enough to make the knot in your stomach snap. “Please Daddy,” you whimpered. “Please what baby?” He rested his head on your thigh, looking up at you from innocent eyes as if he wasn’t driving you insane with just his fingers. “What is it beautiful?” He repeated the question, replacing his fingers with his tongue. “You wanna cum?” “Yes please,” you whined, grinding your hips against his tongue to get more friction. “Well if you ask so nicely…” Johnny immediately slipped two fingers inside you with almost no resistance from how ridiculously wet you were and began pumping them in and out of your core fast, crooking them to search for your sweet spot. “Come on baby,” he growled, locking eyes with you again when he closed his lips around your clit. Almost screaming his name, you came hard when his fingers finally found your sweet spot, rubbing at it mercilessly to help you ride out your orgasm. Your thighs were shaking and you fell back onto the bench, the leather sticking to your back where you just laid for a while, your head spinning, breathing heavily.

“You look gorgeous like that,” Johnny complimented you, when he got back up from the floor, raking his clean hand through the mess that was his hair before he shamelessly took his fingers that were covered in your essence into his mouth, sucking them clean. Through half lidded eyes you could see the way he was still straining against the fabric of his jeans and the sight made your mouth water. “You’re still hard,” you said breathless.   “I am,” he said matter of factly. You wordlessly let your thighs fall open for him, exposing your core to him. “Oh baby,” Johnny cursed, pressing the heel of his palm against his bulge, “As much as I want to fuck you right now, you still have a fresh tattoo, doll.” “Please, Johnny, I want it,” you begged. “Shh, baby,” he soothed you rubbing a hand over your thigh, “Let me dress that tattoo and then I’ll take you upstairs to fuck you on an actual bed like you deserve.” You nodded, amazed by his amount of self-control.

Johnny worked quickly and efficiently: Cleaning your tattoo one last time before putting some ointment on it to keep it moisturized. At last he gently taped down a small sheet of plastic foil to keep it safe. “All done, beautiful,” he spoke before pecking your lips, “You still want to come upstairs with me?” “Yes Daddy,” you answered and you swore you could see his eyes darken just from the word alone. “Hold on tightly,” he ordered before scooping you up into his arms, holding you up by your thighs. Squealing you quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him, holding on tightly. “I’ll get your clothes before we open up tomorrow,” he mumbled when he carried you through the back door of the shop that lead to a dusty staircase. You pressed your body closer to his, nuzzling your face into his neck where the smell of his cologne was the strongest, to have some of his warmth seep into your skin when you started to shiver from the cold air. Lazily you let your lips travel over his skin, sucking a mark next to a splash of ink.

Johnny quickly grabbed the keys to his apartment’s door from atop of the doorframe (not really safe) and unlocked his door while holding you up with just one of his arms, the display of strength making your head spin. With quick steps he crossed the way to his bed and gently laid you down on the soft sheets, immediately crawling on top of you, crowding you against the mattress. “I knew you would look good in my bed,” he rasped, kissing your neck while his hands made quick work of the bra that you were still wearing for some reason. “You’re gorgeous, doll,” he breathed after he had sat up on his knees, looking down at you with dark eyes, his big hands roaming your body. Feeling shy under all the attention and compliments he was giving you, you tried to hide your face behind your fingers but he wasn’t having any of it, quickly grabbing your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head. “Don’t hide from me baby. Daddy wants to see how much you’re enjoying yourself.” You could just nod, trying to force down the whimper that almost spilled past your lips, he hadn’t even done much yet and you were already feeling arousal pulse through your veins. “I couldn’t hear your answer,” Johnny teased, gently grabbing one of your boobs to massage the soft flesh. “Yes, Daddy.” “That’s my good girl,” he grinned, releasing your wrists to slip his T-Shirt over his head, revealing his strong chest where the eagle majestically spread its wings and the hard lines of his abs. “Like what you see?” He asked smugly, climbing off the bed to unbuckle his belt and slip his jeans off his narrow hips, revealing strong, muscled thighs. One of them was covered with the face of a growling panther while the other was decorated with a colorful koifish tattoo that disappeared beneath the fabric of his dark boxers that were doing very little to hide a prominent bulge. “Let me,” you breathed and crawled over to hook your thumbs into the waistband. But before you pulled them down, you pressed a couple of kisses to the cherry blossom branch tattoo that seemed to stretch from his back over his hipbone and further down, mingling with the koi tattoo further down. With every centimeter of skin you exposed, more ink from the blossoms became visible and you kissed every single one of the delicate flowers. When his length finally sprang free, you had to swallow dryly: His cock was huge and hung heavy between his legs. Licking your lips you looked up to him, to find him grinning down at you. “Go to town, baby.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice, you were itching to feel his heavy weight on your tongue. You pressed a sweet kiss to his tip before placing a hand at the base only to find him surprisingly soft as you experimentally pumped your hand once. “It takes a while for it to get fully hard,” he groaned when you moved your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times, feeling it pulse beneath your fingers. Damn if he wasn’t even fully hard, how big would he be if he was? Holding him at the base, you licked a broad stripe up the whole length before you swiped your tongue around the pink head, pulling another groan from Johnny’s lips. Taking a deep breath, you finally took him in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks, tasting his skin. The weight on your tongue felt just right and you couldn’t help but moan as you slowly started to take more and more of him until you felt him hit the back of your throat. Shit, you were barely able to fit half of his length in your mouth like this. “You’re so big,” you moaned when you pulled off of him with a wet pop, spreading your saliva down the shaft with both of your hands. Johnny just hummed and grabbed a handful of your hair to shove your mouth back onto his dick. He cursed when the velvety heat surrounded him again and gently began to thrust in and out your mouth. “Fuck you look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he breathed heavily. You could only moan where your lips were stretched around his length and hollow your cheeks when he pulled out, the grip he had on your hair keeping you in place while he snapped his hips. “Shit baby,” Johnny cursed when he pulled out, panting while he rested the head of his cock on your outstretched tongue. “I could cum like this.” You whined pathetically, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled and gently slapped his cock against your lips, smearing them with precum. “But you don’t want that, don’t you, baby? You want my cock inside you? Stretching you out?” “Yes Daddy, please. I need it so bad,” you blabbered, not even knowing where those words were coming from but you seemed to have said the right thing with how Johnny’s dick twitched in his hand.

“Then get on your hands and knees for me, baby. Ass up.” It was almost comically how fast you complied, baring yourself to him. “Such a good girl,” he praised, grabbing your asscheeks to knead and pull them apart. “Beautiful.” “Please Daddy,” you begged him, arching your back further. “Patience baby,” he chuckled. A frustrated groan got stuck in your throat and turned into a drawn out whine when he pushed two of his fingers inside you, pumping them quickly and curling them to find your sweet spot again. Soon two fingers became three and he had reduced you to a moaning mess with how he abused your sweet spot once he had found it again. “You think you’re ready for my cock, baby?” “Yes. Oh god, yes please,” you begged while shamelessly grinding back on his fingers that he had stilled inside of you. “Spread your cheeks for me,” he ordered while quickly grabbing a condom from his bedside table and rolling it onto his cock. Balancing your weight on your knees and shoulders, you reached around yourself to pull your asscheeks apart so Johnny could see your core clenching around nothing. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he rasped, running his palm along the curve of your body while lazily thrusting his cock through your folds, making it glisten with your essence. Finally you could feel him nudging at your entrance with the thick head of his cock. “You want it, baby?” “Yes please Daddy,” you gasped, trying hard to be good and not grind back against him. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he chuckled, “And good girls get what they want if they ask so politely.” With that he finally sank into you in one agonizingly slow thrust until you could feel his hip bones press against your skin. You had to screw your eyes shut and bite your lip to suppress a whimper. You had never felt so full before.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” Johnny groaned, grabbing you by the dip of your waist with his big hands, grinding you on his cock. “I’m so full, Daddy,” you gasped when he slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside you before he languidly thrust back in. “Yeah? You like that? Being stuffed full of my cock?” You could only moan and nod where your head was pressed into the sheets. His cock was so big that it seemed to press against every good spot that was inside you, setting your nerve endings on fire, the pain from being stretched like that only adding to your pleasure. “You‘re sucking me right back in baby,” he cursed and gripped your waist harder, pulling you back on his cock as he picked up the pace, low groans falling from his lips. Your moans got progressively louder and louder the faster Johnny snapped his hips. “Hands behind your back, baby,” he ordered panting and immediately grabbed both your wrists in his hands to use them as leverage so he could fuck into you faster, the change of angle and pace making you moan his name. Your head was swimming with pleasure and you could only moan and mewl beneath him, imagining how he would bite his lip while watching his dick disappear inside you over and over again, stretching out the delicate skin of your sex. “God baby, your ass looks amazing,” Johnny groaned, praise after praise falling from his lips that reduced you to a moaning mess.

With one particularly hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt inside you and draped his body over yours, his hot breath fanning over your face when he spoke, a deep rumble in his chest while grinding his dick right against your sweet spot that had you seeing colors behind your closed eyes. “Wanna see you bounce on my dick, doll. Can you do that for me?” Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Your ability to form coherent sentences had left you as soon as he had begun to fuck you in earnest. “You’re such a good girl,” he purred and gently pulled out, making you whimper from the loss. You felt the bed dip next to you and when you opened your eyes, you were met with Johnny’s pleased smirk as he leaned against the headboard of the bed, his cock resting against his hip, too heavy to properly stand up and you couldn’t stop another whimper. “Come on baby, I know you want it,” he grinned, crooking a finger in a ‘come closer’ motion. Dragging your limbs from beneath you with great effort, you climbed onto his lap, immediately claiming his lips in a messy kiss. You buried your hands in his stupidly perfect hair to mess it up and tug at the inky strands, causing Johnny to moan into the kiss. “Hmm, my baby is feisty,” he chuckled when he broke the kiss, the pupils of his dark eyes blown so wide that they seemed almost black. “But you promised me to ride my dick,” he reminded you. “And I’m gonna,” you slurred, reaching between your bodies to grab his cock, giving it a couple of strokes. “But turn around for me baby. Wanna see how much my fat cock is going to stretch you out,” he rasped, playfully biting your lips. “But I want to see you too,” you complained. “Oh you can,” he grinned and pointed over your shoulder. You reluctantly turned around before you saw what he meant. Right across from the bed was a big mirror and you gasped because of how fucked out you already looked. A couple of tears had rolled down your cheeks and messed up your makeup and your lipstick was smeared around your lips.

You carefully grabbed Johnny’s cock again and held it steady so you could sink down on him, watching yourself in the mirror until you sat snug on his lap and had to close your eyes because the feeling was so overwhelming. He felt even bigger like that. “You okay, baby?” He asked, grabbing your hips tightly to help you swivel them on his cock, making it press into your walls just how you liked it. “How does your cock feel even bigger like this?” You gasped as you leaned forward and slowly started to ride him at first to get used to his size and figure out the best angle for you. Your legs shook with the effort to keep your rhythm but the look Johnny had on his face, his eyes glued to where you two were connected, made it worth it. Suddenly a wicked grin spread on his lips and he snapped his hips up when you lowered yourself again, tearing loud moans from both of you. “Fuck, do that again,” you demanded when you raised your hips again. “What’s the magic word?” Johnny teased, holding you up so you wouldn’t drop down again. “Please, Daddy.” Groaning he started to snap his hips up every time you ground down on him, making your skin slap together with an obscene noise.

God you wanted to die on his dick. “Do you now?” Johnny laughed. Shit did you say that out loud? “Want to feel how deep it goes inside you?” He rasped, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. You went lax in his hold and mewled helplessly. Who knew that a little display of strength and a big dick were such turn ons for you that your brain was reduced to mush. Grinning he carefully pulled you up and against his chest and draped your legs over his after he had planted his feet firmly onto the mattress. “Watch, baby,” he ordered as he lifted you off of him until only the tip was barely inside you anymore before letting you drop down again. You mewled and thrashed in his hold, the feeling just on the edge of too much. Feeling him deep inside you was one thing but actually seeing it was a whole other thing and it messed with your head. Curiously you pressed your hand down on your lower stomach when Johnny had started to piston his hips up into you instead of dropping you down onto his cock every time and you swore you could feel him move inside you. A drawn out curse left your lips and you threw your head back onto his shoulder.

With the way he was snapping his hips up you could feel your orgasm approach at lightning speed and you were so far gone that you shamelessly reached between your legs to stimulate your clit. “Fuck baby, you’re so hot like this,” Johnny groaned, grinding his dick inside you as you quickly rubbed your clit, toeing right on the edge. “Please Daddy,” you cried out, not sure what you were even begging for. “You gonna cum on my cock?” He rasped, snapping his hips harshly, “Wrapped around my big cock stretching you out like this?” You nodded your head furiously, your eyes screwed shut. You were so close that you could already feel your toes curling. “Show me baby. Show Daddy how good his cock makes you feel.” That’s what pushed you over the edge, the way he was panting in your ear, his voice strained from how he was drilling into you. The coil in your stomach snapped and you almost screamed his name, your body curling inwards and thighs shivering as your orgasm washed over you, making a bunch of colors explode behind your lids. In the back of your mind you registered Johnny’s curses and how he was grinding his cock inside you to help you ride out your orgasm. “Such a good girl,” he praised when your body went lax on top of him, your chest heaving with heavy breaths. You briefly wondered if you had ever cum this hard and you couldn’t think of any other time. “Thank you Daddy,” you panted, turning your face to press a messy kiss to his plush lips that were bitten raw. He chuckled lowly when you whimpered when his still hard cock shifted when you tried to turn around.

“Will you let me fuck you for a little longer, baby?” He asked, running a hand through your sweaty hair. Instead of answering him, you lifted yourself off his dick to turn around on his lap, capturing his lips again. “Want you to ruin me,” you whispered between kisses, “Want you to ruin me for any other men. Want to only remember how you feel inside of me.” Johnny growled deep in his chest before he pushed you down onto the bed, hungrily licking into your mouth. “You’re the one who is ruining me,” he panted, rising to his knees. He quickly grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders before he sank into you again with a low groan. This time he didn’t waste any time with building up the pace and immediately snapped his hips harshly, chasing his own orgasm. “You’re taking me so well, baby,” he panted, folding your thighs to your chest so he could push into you even deeper, making you see stars with how he was nailing your sweet spot with the new angle. And even though you had just cum, you felt another orgasm build inside your stomach. A row of curses left Johnny’s lips when he could watch his dick slide in and out of you again and he gripped your thighs so hard you were sure you’d have bruises there tomorrow. But that was something you’d worry about later, right now your world was only made up of the handsome man with his huge cock that was currently rearranging your guts with how vigorously he was snapping his hips, making your skin slap together with lewd sounds.

“I’m gonna cum baby,” Johnny grunted, his hips losing their rhythm. “On me,” you managed to choke out, still lost in your own pleasure. Another groan left his bitten lips before he quickly pulled out and ripped the condom off, jerking his cock with quick strokes, his eyes fixed to yours. All it took was a couple of jerks before he threw his head back and you could see his abdominal muscles contract before the first burst of white hot cum spurted from his dick and covered your chest and stomach. With parted lips he stroked himself through his orgasm, milking rope after rope from his cock until he hissed with overstimulation. “Fuck,” he cursed before giggling when he saw the mess he had made of you, his cum dripping from your boobs and running down your stomach. He cursed again before claiming your lips. “You want to cum one last time, baby?” “Please Daddy,” you whined, spreading your legs further for him. “My good girl,” he sighed, sinking two fingers into your heat, quickly crooking them to stimulate your sweet spot while his thumb was putting sweet pressure on your clit, making you thrash beneath him. “You look so good covered in my cum,” he rasped before he kissed you harshly to swallow your moans and cries of pleasure. You desperately held on to his shoulders, breaking the kiss when your head was spinning from the lack of oxygen. While speeding up his fingers, Johnny began sucking bruises low on your neck and over the soft skin of your cleavage. “Shit, I’m gonna-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence because right that moment he had sucked one of your nipples into his mouth which was just enough to send you over the edge for a third time that night, your lips parted in a silent scream of his name and your thighs shaking and closing around the handsome man kneeling between them. “That’s my good girl,” he praised breathily and gently rocked his fingers to help you ride out your orgasm before he pulled them out, instead winding his strong arms around your body, holding you to his inked chest.

For a while he just held you close, not caring that his cum was now also stuck to his chest. “Fuck that was a lot,” you chuckled, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his calming scent. “Not what you thought would happen when you get a free tattoo?” Johnny softly spoke, carding his hand through your messy hair. “Not at all.” Another question was burning inside your head but you were too scared to ask it. You didn’t want to push him and ruin the mood. “I should clean you up and see if that tattoo is still okay. Then we can cuddle, alright?” The tattoo artist said before he detangled your bodies from one another to get up from the bed. He looked around on the floor for a cloth and you could finally see where the cherry blossoms on his hip were coming from. A big samurai was stretched over half his back, surrounded by the pinkish blossoms. It seemed like it wasn’t a complete piece yet, the samurai staring at the still untouched skin of Johnny’s left shoulderblade. “Your back tattoo is really pretty,” you mumbled to fill the silence while Johnny was wiping his chest clean before he gently did the same to you, taking extra caution when looking at your still fresh tattoo. “Thank you,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, the metal of his piercing feeling warm on your skin, “We should change that foil real quick.” You just nodded and let him do his work, exhaustion settling into your bones.

“Do you do this with all your clients?” Shit. You hadn’t meant to ask that, the question had just slipped your lips and you could feel Johnny freeze where he was dressing your tattoo again before he secured the last piece of tape. He sighed and slipped beneath the covers, pulling you against his chest, so you could listen to his heartbeat. “Not all of them,” he answered eventually, “I haven’t slept with a client in a while. It happens sometimes but usually I don’t think much about it.” “And now you do?” He just hummed nonchalantly, playing with your hair. “They usually don’t come back after I fuck them.” He paused, holding his breath. “Will you come back?” Your heart started to race and you could feel a bright smile spreading over your lips. “For more free tattoos and piercings?” “Oh, yeah, I guess,” he sounded so deflated, the confident tattoo artist suddenly gone. “You idiot,” you giggled, pillowing your head on his sternum so he could see the smile on your lips, “I like you Johnny. I’ll come back if you want me to.” Now he was also smiling, his features softening. “Don’t make jokes like that, my heart is fragile,” he joked, wrapping you up in his strong arms.  

“Which one was your first one?” You asked him when the silence between you stretched while you traced the scales of the dragon that wound around his arm. “My first tattoo?” Johnny shifted around for a while before he showed you his other arm that had all kinds of different designs on it, some in bright colors, some strictly black. “That little guy over here,” he said with a smile on his lips and pointed to a little sunflower at the bend of his elbow, “To remind me to always look at the sun, at the bright side of life.” “It’s cute,” you breathed, touching the yellow petals. “And then it went downhill from there,” he chuckled, “It’s addicting.” “Let’s hope I can stay abstinent.” “What a shame, I’d love to cover you in my art,” Johnny confessed, tilting your face up so he could claim your lips in a kiss. “Maybe one or two more,” you breathed in between kisses, making him chuckle against your lips.

[forever-rogue]

Idk if you’re still taking Bucky requests, but I came across a quote and I feel in love with it because it just screamed Bucky to me. It read: “there is nothing as beautiful as seeing someone who has been unlucky, finally being loved so effortlessly by the right person” if this sparks anything in you, I would love to read it 💜

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.9k

Warnings | dad!Bucky, slight language, slight suggestive theme

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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Bucky bit back a yawn as he closed the car door and headed towards the front door. The smell of spring, the freshly mowed grass and blooming flowers overwhelmed his senses along with the warm summer sun hitting his skin. This was nice, he realized, the calculated simplicity and domestic nature of it all. He hiked his bag on his shoulder, the gold in his vibranium arm glinting brilliantly in the slowly dying light of the day. He didn’t bother to hide it anymore, somehow long past that part of his life. At one point he never thought he’d reach that point in his life and now he had the world in front of him. 

Walking up the stairs, he smiled to himself as he could already smell something delicious cooking through the open windows. In a vain attempt to keep the household from falling into complete and utter chaos, he slowly opened the door and tried to tip-toe inside. He managed to get about two feet inside and kick off his work boots before he heard an exciting squeal followed by a few loud woofs. 

The pitter-patter of two small feet and four paws quickly reached him as Falcon, the trusted family dog, and Emily, your oldest daughter, ran down the hall towards him. Any stress he had remaining quickly melted away at the sight of two of his favorite beings as they almost knocked him over in their rush. 

“Daddy!” an excited shout was followed by another bark. He bent down and scooped the small girl in his arms, the weight of the world off his shoulders as she wrapped her little arms around his neck, “hi daddy, you’re home!”

“Of course I am,” he propped her on his hip and studied her sweet little face. She took after him with his dark unruly hair and ocean eyes, but the rest he swore was all you, especially that sweet smile, “I’ll always come home to my sweetest girl. Did you have a good day, baby?”

“Yeah,” she nodded excitedly as he brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “mama and I painted and then we planted some new flowers. She said she picked them out because they reminded her of you!”

“She did, did she?” he couldn’t stop the grin that spread from ear to ear as his heart fluttered in his chest. Even to this day you still managed to make him weak in the knees and set off butterflies in his belly. He held Emily tightly in his grip as he bent down to give Falcon a few pets, causing the dog to rub against his legs as he wagged his tail, “what would I do without my little hellraisers?”

“Mama says that’s a bad word!” Emily looked at him with wide eyes and he chuckled softly before holding a finger to his lips.

“It’s our little secret,” he whispered as she nodded, “do you know why this secret is okay?”

“Because it’s not gonna hurt anyone,” she asked as he nodded. She gave him a wide gap toothed grin as he set her back down, “will you play with me later, daddy? Falcon wants to have a tea party!”

“Of course,” he promised his daughter as she held tightly onto his hand, “now go and get cleaned up for dinner. It smells like it should all be done soon.”

“Okie dokie,” she dropped his hand and motioned for Falcon to follow her instead, practically bouncing up the stairs. 

Bucky sighed in content as he shook his head before slowly making his way into the kitchen where he was sure you were. He found at the island, brows furrowed in concentration as you chopped vegetables for the salad. Your baby boy was slung around your chest, and despite the commotion from Bucky’s entrance, he was fast asleep. A lump welled up in his throat as he watched the sight. It would be nothing special to most people, but to him it was everything.

You looked so beautiful, even in your sweatpants and t-shirt with your hair a chaotic bun as you hummed to the baby under your breath. You looked tired and he felt bad for a moment; leaving you with a toddler and a baby was a ton of work and he would have gladly stayed home with you and helped, but you were insistent that he work if he wanted. You’d never hold it against him, he knew that.

As soon as you sensed you his presence in the kitchen, you turned to him and gave him a soft smile, and his own features softened even more, “hello, my love. I’m so glad you’re so home!”

You set down the knife before slowly making your way over to him, careful not to disturb the baby as he immediately leaned down to kiss you. Your whole body was practically humming from his touch as you stole you a few more kisses, “rough day? You should have called me and I could have come home, honey baby.”

“It wasn’t bad actually,” you promised, watching with nothing but adoration in your eyes as he stroked Stevie’s chubby little cheek, “the chaos duo was on their best behavior today and the little one has been sleeping most of the day. I think he wore himself out from all his fussing last night.”

“Miracles do happen,” he laughed lightly as his hand went to your face and he gently stroked your cheek. You grinned at him, keening into his touch like a cat to the sun, “you are so beautiful.”

“Shut up,” you playfully pushed his chest before hiding your face behind your hands. Funny, how even after all this time he still managed to make you feel nervous and shy, “I’m in my ugliest mom clothes which I’m pretty sure these sweats have permanent puke stains, I haven’t showered today and I look like I haven’t slept in five years. Hardly beautiful.”

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on regardless of all of that,” he insisted softly, reaching for your hands and pulling them away from your face. Your whole body flushed with pleasant warmth as you looked into his eyes, “and I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause I let you knock me up twice,” you joked as he playfully rolled his eyes, “god, Bucky, how do you still make me feel like this?”

“Like what?” he asked as he slowly moved to undo the sling from your chest and take the baby from you. Stevie made a few small sounds before cuddling up on Bucky’s chest. 

“Like I’m still falling in love with you every day,” you whispered as you leaned in and let him wrap arm around you as well. He kissed the top of your head before sighing in content, “I guess I am. We’re a little different every day - we’re definitely not the same fools from when we first met, huh?”

“I mean, we’re married and have kids, and the whole you know, typical suburban thing going on,” he teased, “so I’d say we’re pretty different. But you’re still my favorite pain in the ass.”

“James!” your eyes widened before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, “I will get you back for that later!”

“Oh, I definitely count on it,” he promised, “now, go and take a few moments to yourself, shower or whatever, and I’ll finish dinner and get the kiddos and Falcon settled.”

“Whatever would I do without you, my love?”

“I think the better question is what would I do without you, honey baby?”

You blew him a little kiss as you all but ran towards the stairs in order to fit in a quick shower. Sometimes even ten minutes of peace and quiet would suffice. Bucky watched you go with a soft smile on his face, before turning his attention back to his softly cooing son, “your mama’s the best person in this entire world, I hope you always know that.”

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“What?” you could feel Bucky’s eyes on your back as you brushed your teeth in the bathroom en suite. He was sitting in bed, winding down with some television as he waited for you, “I can feel you checking out the goods, Barnes.”

“That’s because I am,” you could practically hear the cheeky smirk in his voice, “it’s not wrong to admire, is it?”

“You’re too much,” you dried your face off before making your way back over to him. He offered you a lazy smile as he pulled back your side of the blankets and made room for you. You were only wearing his shirt and a pair of old cotton panties but he was watching you like you were the best in this world. Because to him - you were. The end all and be all, “James? What’s wrong, honey?”

“Nothing,” he whispered as he immediately reached for you and gently pulled you into his lap. You made a small sound of surprise but easily gave into his touch, “nothing at all. I’m perfect.”

“Hmm,” you leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his plump lips, gently tugging on his dog tags, “me too. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but I kind of like you a lot.”

“Is that why you married me? Had two kids with me? Got the dog?” he raised a brow as you carded a hand through his dark locks, scratching lightly at his scalp, “I bet it was all for the dog.”

“He didn’t hurt,” you joked, gently stroking his cheek, “but you aren’t so bad either. I love you, Bucky. So much. I hope you know. I hope you know you deserve this, everything we have - the whole world.”

“I…” he paused for a moment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed as you showed him so much tenderness and delicate love, “I love you too.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under your chin and turned his face up towards yours, “I mean it James Buchanan Barnes. You have been through so much, so much that other people forced on you, and you deserve happiness. You deserve all the happiness this world has to offer. I know you have some bad days, and I understand that, but I want you to know I will always be here for you and I will always love you. You are my best friend, my husband, the father of my children, you are my everything.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he took your hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Yes,” you insisted softly, “you do, James.”

“I-”

“How about for one moment you hush up,” you pushed him back against the headboard and pressed a few gentle, lazy kisses to his lips, “and just listen to me. And let me love you.”

“I love you, honey baby.”

“I love you too, James.”

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