#that was my attempt at fluff and humor

[delicatedarknight]

Tim: so why should we select you?

Guy A: I'm rich and handsome

Dick: Bruce is literally a billionaire. are you saying you are more rich than him?

Jason: and handsome? Don't make me laugh you look worse than our family dog.

Guy A: ex-xcuse me??

Damian: you are excused. Now get out

Tim: and what about you?

Guy b: I can protect him

Damian: protect?? dad??

Dick: [scoffs] It's like saying you can protect Batman.

Guy b: but he ain't Batman though

Jason: bitch he might be

Damian: where did you even find these people Tim?

Jason: seriously? imagine saying u can protect Batman

Dick: nah bruh imagine flexing money and looks on Bruce

Tim: ok guys this is the last candidate for the day

Tim: so what makes you special?

Clark: I can cook for him

Jason:[snorts] What if you can cook for him? How can it help our Bruce?

Clark: I'm sorry I'm not as rich as him but I can cook, clean, and care for him

Dick: have you brought anything to claim your statement.

Clark:[places the pie] I brought this Kansas special apple pie-

Damian:[already on his second slice] ae-ets gsoo ghuuud

Jason, Tim, and Dick fighting for the last piece

Clark: uh..soo

Damian:[clears his throat] You are selected.

Dick: Definitely

Jason: prepare your vows

Tim: btw who recommended you? Because you have a really ordinary background

Clark: oh it was Bruce

[collective HUH from batkids]

Clark: [snickering] It was to get approved by you guys

[collective even louder HA]

Clark: [laughing] That's because we are already dating

[collectively yelling WHAT]

Clark: [changing into Superman] hate to leave like this on our first meet but Metropolis needs me

[collective screaming]

[sxfwap]

Romancing the Princess of Hearts || Chapter 1: Same Old Feeling

Chapter 2 ->

Pairing: Bridget (Descendants) X Reader

Summary: Ever since you’ve been transferred to The Merlin Academy you’ve had a crush on the Princess of Wonderland herself, who you quickly became best friends with.

Of course, she doesn’t know and you weren’t brave enough to tell her either… but how much time could you keep such feelings to yourself?

Word count: 1856

Warnings: None, just straight up fluff!!! (Bc I live laugh love it)

You were walking around the courtyard of the Merlin Academy, accompanied by your two best friends Bridget and Ella, enjoying the day by chatting with them.

“Alright guys, I need to go now. I did promise that ‘charming’ guy that I was going to help him out with his homework.” Ella said reluctantly, rolling her eyes as if to emphasize her annoyance.

“If by ‘homework’ you mean subtly flirting with one another, then go ahead my dearest friend.” You teased and after seeing Ella’s face reddened you burst out laughing, Bridget joining in.

“We do not–”

“Don’t you dare keep him waiting, El! Go on now!” Bridget commented, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture while sporting a grin of her own, earning a glare from the blue haired.

“So, so, serious… what do you think Charming will say when he sees you like that?” You couldn’t help but annoy her once again. After all, her flustering (to comments about the guy she has absolutely zero feelings for) and a certain princess’s laugh were worth it.

“I’m so done with you two– you especially, Y/n.” Ella remarked, pointing a finger at you. “I’ll see you later!” She said, leaving both you and Bridget on your own.

You were about to make a retort, when you heard from your side that someone cleared their throat.

“So, Y/n, I’ve been wondering… Castlecoming is only a few days away, isn’t it amazing?!” Bridget exclaimed, her face brighting with happiness as a beaming smile broke onto her soft face.

“This will be my first time attending it since I’ve been transferred here, so I’m very curious to see it with my very own eyes.” You teased, to which Bridget blushed slightly. After all, both Bridget and Ella (Bridget mostly) have been talking nonstop about how wonderful and how big of an event this one was. “I still don’t have a date though.”

“Me neither.” Bridget declared with a small frown. “That makes me think however, would you… would you want to go with… me?” She asked, hopeful, though her expressive brown eyes were giving away her own nervousness.

“Are you serious, B?”

“I have never been more serious in my life!” She uttered out, and you couldn’t believe just how adorable she was being.

“Of course! I’d love to go with you!”

“Wonderful!” She said as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug, to which you of course returned. “If it means anything…” she pulled out, but still having you by arm’s length. “I–I have been wanting to ask you for quite some time now.”

“And… why’s that?” You asked, looking as her cheeks turned red once more, biting her lower lip.

“I…” Bridget stammered.

“You…?” You tried to get her to answer when suddenly, a distant voice hit your ears. You looked around yourself discreetly, noticing that it was just you and your best friend, surely it was a product of your imagination.

“I love you!” Bridget blurted out, shutting her eyes tightly as if to protect herself from the inevitable rejection that would be coming from you. Or so she thought.

“Y/n.” The voice spoke once more, this time, you could catch it was calling out to you.

You decided to ignore it however, because for sure you couldn’t believe that finally, finally it was happening. Bridget, the princess of Wonderland, who you had have a crush on since your firsts days in the Academy has just told you she loves you! You even thought she was very brave (more than you at least) in choosing to express her feelings.

Truly a dream come true.

Your hands found their ways to Bridget’s cheeks, cupping her dearly face gently. “Could you open your eyes for me, B?”

Reluctantly, Bridget opened them up, her own hands coming up to her face to be atop yours. “Yes…?”

“I… love you too, Bridget.” Your smile reached your ears, noticing the way her face lightened up, it gave you courage to continue. “I have been… for quite some time, actually.”

“Y/n?” That voice. Again. Although this time, you could recognize its sweet yet worrying tone. And wait, were you shaking?

No, you wouldn’t let anyone or anything take away what you have been waiting for as long as you have. Even if this ‘voice’ had a certain resemblance.

“Are you okay, cupcake?” Bridget asked in a worrisome way, lowering both your hands down, still holding them tightly.

“Cupcake?” You blushed at the sudden use of the nickname. Weird. You’ve never heard her call anyone anything like that.

“Perhaps I have the recipe to make you feel better.” She smiled shyly.

“Recipe?”

Bridget smiled once more, before slowly, almost carefully, leaning into you. Her eyes shutting down as the proximity between you kept closing in.

No way this was happening, no way! Bridget not only asked you to be her date to Castlecoming, but has also confessed her love for you and now she wanted to kiss you? In the same day? There’s no way you could be this lucky.

There’s no way this is real.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes opened up quickly, perhaps too quickly as now the brightness of the room hit you hard. The hands that were positioned on your shoulders letting go.

“Finally! Oh, are you alright? I’ve never seen you sleep so soundly!” A sweet-toned worriedly voice asked. Except, this was not any sweet-toned voice this was the voice.

“Bridget?!” Your brain finally was starting to wake up as you took a look around your surroundings in a still somewhat sleepy state and sure enough, you were in your room, in your bed and no one other than the Princess of Wonderland herself was hovering over you. But what was Bridget doing here? “W–What are you doing here? And how did you get in? You’ve seen me sleep before?!”

The pink voluminous haired girl’s cheeks reddened at your questions, before standing up to give you some space. “W–Well… we are supposed to go together to professor Merlin’s class, but you weren’t answering the door!” She defended herself with a pout. It was true though, since both you, her and Ella got to share this class together, you decided to just go together as a group. “I was worried sick about you!” She confessed, her words coming out of her mouth in a concerned manner.

But then again, why was Bridget alone waiting for you? If Ella wasn’t here could that mean that…

“Wait… are we… are we running late?!” You cried out, choosing to ignore, or rather said, save her last few words to dwell on another time.

── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ──

After a few more minutes of you changing into whatever clothes you could find (though Bridget still called your outfit cute), you both finally set off to class.

And it just so happens that Bridget couldn’t keep her hands—or rather said arms to herself as she had to link it with yours. Not that it bothered you in any way, but rather that after growing a massive crush on her and having such a dream, it made you blush.

The classroom door slammed open.

“Oh, fantastic! I was beginning to think you were not going to show up Bridget, Y/n.” Professor Merlin said, turning around from whatever it was that he was doing, smiling kindly. Inevitably, this made you both the center of attention to the rest of the class.

Gods, why did teachers always have to call out their students like that?

An embarrassing blush made its way to your face yet again. What a way to start the day.

Looking to the side of the classroom you spotted Ella sitting with no one other than Prince Charming himself. You made a quick mental note to bother her about it once class ended.

“Good morning, professor!” Bridget greeted, her own cheeks slightly taking in color, quickly moving to the closest desk with you in tow.

“Alright class, now that we’re all here, we can continue on where we left off last week…” Professor Merlin continued on, talking about this certain potion that you really should have paid more attention to.

“Y/n, could you pass me the griffin claw, please? I’ve got to stir this up.” Bridget asked, pointing to it with a smile. Right, thankfully she was here.

You watched as she started to stir the ingredients in the cauldron, and you rapidly grabbed a flask to throw into the mix too.

You gave a quick glance to the girl at your side. “So… are you going to tell me how in the name of Merlin did you break into my room?” You questioned.

“I didn’t break into your room!” Bridget whispered-yelled, but upon seeing your smirk, she knew you weren’t mad at her for it. With a small smile, she looked down as she continued stirring the potion. “And as I already told you, you weren’t answering. I knocked three times even.”

“Hmm…” You squinted your eyes looking at her with a fake suspicion look. “And am I supposed to take that as an answer?”

“Why, of course!” She smiled widely in an innocent manner.

“Sure, sure, keep evading the question all you want but I will find out about it, princess.”

“It was for your own good. Oh! That makes me wonder, were you having a dream– or was it a nightmare? That’s why you couldn’t wake up, right? Were you having a sleep paralysis?!” Bridget rambled on, her face taking in a worried expression.

A sudden ‘shh!’ could be heard from the front as you both turned to look at Professor Merlin giving you a warning look. Or as ‘warning’ as he could, given that he wasn’t that much of a serious teacher and he knew you both were good students.

“What? No, Gods, no.” You laughed slightly at her implications. “Don’t worry about it, B. It was nothing like that.”

Bridget sighed, content to know that at least you weren’t in a bad situation. “So, it was a dream.” She summarized, glancing at your form from the corner of her eyes.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, debating on how much you were going to tell her, because surely you wouldn’t lie to her. Bridget took the opportunity to add a few more ingredients into the cauldron.

“Maybe.”

Is it considered a lie if you’re giving a half averting answer?

“Who’s evading the question now, hmm?” The pink haired smirked.

And Gods, how that smirk made your already fast beating heart want to get out of your ribcage and shout to the entire world how much you loved her.

If only.

Already lost in the beauty of your friend, you failed to notice how one pair of eyes seemed to be looking at you both, rolling her eyes at your– as she had properly phrased it– obvious love-struck staring.

And failed to notice your dear professor coming up.

“We’re done, professor!” Bridget said, loudly enough for you to take in your surroundings. You blinked a few times, looking at your professor with a smile of your own.

A/N: SOOO I wasn’t planning on watching the movie in the first place, but my fyp started flooding with Bridget edits and I fell in love and here we are! 👹👹 her and redcharming saved that movie frfr

I posted the first 2 chapters on ao3 with my user LostInCrushes and I thought why not post it here too? So here we are! I’ll post chapter 2 tomorrow to have it on my tumbrl as well and also I’m working on part 3 right now! Which will most likely be the longest chapter (for now at least) and that’s why it’s taking me the longest to set up SO I APOLOGIZE 😭😭

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake or give me a piece of advice or criticism on my writing style!

Thank you so much for reading!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[gregorovitch-adler]

Naughty List

Irene and Molly were lying on the bed at Molly's place, out of breath because of their last... session.

"That was amazing," said Molly, in the middle of her deep breaths.

Irene pulled her closer and covered the two of them with the duvet.

Suddenly, Irene's eyes fell on something on the wall facing the bed. It was a piece of paper with something handwritten on it.

The handwriting was bad, and the paper was a bit far away, so Irene squinted at it to figure out what it was about.

It was sort of a list, but she could not make out anything more than that.

"What's that?" Irene asked her, still staring at that wall.

"What's what?" asked Molly. Her voice betrayed a hint of defensiveness.

Irene turned to look at Molly, whose face had indeed become defensive. "That piece of paper on the wall, of course." She could feel a smirk play on her own lips.

Molly buried her face in Irene's chest. "That's nothing. Don't bother."

This meant Irene had to hop off the bed and go over to the wall immediately to read the list, so she did just that.

Irene bit her bottom lip with excitement, standing in only a dressing gown. She raised her eyebrow at the first thing on the list. "Rope play... I see. You want that?" She turned to look at Molly with her brow raised even more.

Molly's face had turned crimson red. "Stop!"

Irene continued to read even further. "Cooking naked! My god, you're 𝘯𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺."

"Hey, I asked you to stop!" Molly threw a pillow at her.

Irene ducked just in time and burst out laughing. "Okay, I won't read it." Irene covered her eyes with her hand. "See? I've even closed my eyes!"

"Come here," said Molly, with a hint of a laugh in her voice.

Irene opened her eyes again and walked back to the bed. She lay down beside Molly.

It was Molly's turn to cover her face with her hands now.

Irene tried to stop smiling and wrapped her arms around Molly's waist. "We can do all that together, if that's what you want."

Molly took her hands off her face and wrapped her arms around Irene's back. She looked up at her with hope in her beautiful, brown eyes. "Without it being weird?"

Irene nodded.

They both sighed and let themselves relax on the bed for a while, feeling comforted in each other's arms.

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Prompt: Naughty List by @fluff-cember

Tags: @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @gaylilsherlock @keirgreeneyes @totallysilvergirl @jamielovesjam @calaisreno @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear , etc.

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: Last Friday Night

Cowritten with the lovely @livingtobethevillain, who's idea set us off on this road ;-;

Summary: Damian wasn’t one to go out of his way to cause scandals or to give the masses something to gossip over. He tried to distance himself from his family in that aspect. He liked the way his name was kept out of the papers, unlike his father or siblings. It was something he took pride in.

Or something he did take pride in. Because as the saying goes, love makes you stupid. And well, Jon wanted Damian to have fun. Damian had reasoned that a couple drinks wouldn’t hurt. But once Damian had passed the threshold of ‘a couple drinks’ that's when the trouble really started.

TL;DR Damijon + friends go out and party, Damian gets a bit too drunk and everyone thinks this is hilarious

Anyone who knew Damian would know that being caught by the press doing anything “improper” was simply unheard of for him. 

His brothers and father had hundreds of scandals, memes, audios on the internet but surprisingly, even having been brought up in the spotlight, he’d rarely had any.

But of course, Jon had to change that.

There was an awful lot of truth when people say love makes someone stupid, and as much as Damian was loath to admit it, he was as weak to the emotion as anyone, and it had led to many things he’d come to cringe at.

Although, admittedly there hadn’t been any as…spectacular as this one, though.

It was not a special occasion by any means that led to these events, just a meet-up with some friends at a local bar near Met U. They’d parked a few blocks away and were walking down to the entrance, hands swinging between them.

Damian took a deep breath, letting the warm air slide in and out of his lungs before looking at his husband out of the corner of his eye.

“Jonathan, if you have something you’d like to say you are welcome to say it.” Damian said, the corners of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

“Well-I-I just-” Jon stuttered before clearing his throat and gathering himself. 

“I wanted to ask if-well I couldn’t help but notice that you're always the one in the group that stays sober on the nights we go out and I wanted to ask if this time, would you want to be the one to, y’know, party.” Jon rubbed his neck with the hand not intertwined with Damian’s, the other man raising an eyebrow. “This isn’t like-a scheme to get you drunk by the way, I know how it sounds. I just…I want you to have fun.”

Damian's expression softened. “Thank you, love. But you don’t need to worry, okay? I have plenty of fun even when I am off to the side.”

Jon snorts and Damian scowls playfully. 

“Last time we went out you were so high strung that you nearly drop-kicked a guy ‘cause he bumped into me.” Jon laughs.

“He shouldn't have bumped into you if he didn’t want to face the consequences.” Damian responded dryly. 

“Yeah okay,” Jon says, rolling his eyes. “Just-try to let yourself have fun. I'll be the one that plays lookout tonight, alright? You don’t have to worry about anything.” 

Damian hums in acknowledgement. “You feel very strongly about this.” 

“I do.” Jon gives a crooked smile and Damian can’t help but give a small but genuine smile back. 

“Well, we’ll see when we arrive.”

That was neither a yes or a no, but a small victory nonetheless. They weaved through the crowd of college students, staying in a comfortable silence until they reached the inside of the bar. 

They were quickly spotted by Kathy, who dragged them over to where Colin and Maya were sitting, already with drinks in hand.

“Damian!” Colin slung an arm around his neck, not quite drunk but enough alcohol in his system to be rendered tipsy. 

“Wilkes.” Damian ducked under the grasp, momentarily regretting the evening. 

“So, who’s gonna stay sober this evenin’?” Kathy called from where she was hanging off of Jon, much like Colin had Damian a few seconds before. “Y’all can count Colin off the list.”

“Jon is, I believe.” Damian responded, slightly awkward.

Cheers went up, and Maya tipped her glass towards him. “All grown up, aren’t you, little brother? Gonna join the grownups for some fun?”

He scoffed, taking a seat next to her. “Hardly. Just because I did not join the rest of you imbeciles in becoming inebriated doesn’t mean I was less of an adult.”

“Hey!” Jon put a hand to his heart, mock-offended. 

“Not you, of course,” He was quick to remedy the statement, both sharing soft smiles that left their friends gagging. 

“I’m too sober for your disgusting PDA,” Kathy announced, waving a hand to get the attention of the bartender. 

“Amen to that!” Maya sipped from her cup, Damian’s answering unimpressed expression being undermined by the blush that heated up his face at their words. Jon only laughed in response, placing a chaste kiss on Damian’s cheek, before then starting up a conversation to update their friends on recent solo missions, although they were worded to sound like typical civilian jobs to any possibly prying ears.

Kathy brought over a refill for Colin and Maya, as well as Damian’s first drink of the evening. 

“Figures.” Colin snorted, looking over at the glass. “You’ll never grow out of rich boy shit, will you?”

“This is perfectly acceptable.” Damian sniffed, looking mildly insulted. Jon patted his shoulder, nodding along. 

”Whipped.” Kathy muttered into her drink. Jon coughed, the rest of them snickering.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

They went on like this for a good five minutes, Damian on the brink of losing his mind for all of it. It was better to save his grievances until the night was in full swing, as things would only escalate from there, and there was no use in wasting his breath when it wouldn’t be heard over the loud music.

It wasn’t long before the group needed another round of drinks. Jon volunteered to grab them and motioned for Damian to follow. Damian tilted his head in a silent question but followed anyway. The pair made their way through the crowd, their hands naturally linking back up as a way to stay close. 

“Are you alright, Dearest?” Damian asked upon arriving at the main bar area. 

“What? Oh yeah, I'm fine. I actually wanted to check on you again.” Jon admitted sheepishly. 

Damian huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes fondly. “Of course,”  

Jon fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “You know I wasn't trying to pressure you earlier right? You don't have to get balls to the wall wasted-I just-”

Damian squeezed Jon’s hand reassuringly. “Beloved. I know you didn’t mean any harm. I am well aware of my autonomy, believe me. And if I do get ‘balls to the wall wasted’ that is my choice. Okay?”

Jon laughs and his shoulders slump in relief. “Yeah. Okay. Sounds good. Is that-like-the plan then?”

“tt-of course not. Who do you take me for? Richard?” Damian scoffed, his face scrunching up at the mention of his older brother. 

Jon grins. “I mean-”

Damian glares. “Finish that thought, Kent. I dare you.” 

Jon barks out a loud laugh. “Wouldn’t you call me ‘Wayne’? I did take your last name.” 

“You’re an imbecile.” Damian said, the effect was lost of course seeing as the pair’s hands were still connected and there was an unmistakable fond note in his tone. 

It wasn’t much longer before Damian and Jon were able to get the group's desired drinks. Sliding back into their claimed seats, Damian stayed tense, back straight as he sipped on his drink and surveyed the room. He was quickly offset as he felt a light smack hit his shoulder. 

“Relax, Darlin’.” Jon said, looking exasperated. 

Damian sighed, rolled his shoulders and focused on the conversation that was being had at the table. 

“And then, you’ll never believe this, he tried to hit on me!” Kathy waved her drink around, Maya and Colin cackling.

“I was like, excuse me sir, does this look like the face of someone ready to drop their panties? No! I have a knife to your throat.” 

Damian snorted at that, Jon looking over, pleased. As time went on, the music seemed quieter and the lights not as blinding. Damian had already well entered tipsy-zone, onto his fourth drink now, and the world blurring together into a perfect mess.

The rest of their friends were past the safety zone and on their way to an early morning monster hangover. 

“Beloved, have I told you how much I love you today?” Damian had draped himself on top of his husband, looking at him with adoring eyes, caramel skin dusted with a pink flush. 

“Yes.” Jon chuckled, keeping him close. “But I’d love to hear it again.” 

Damian hummed and leaned in close enough that their breaths mingled and Jon could smell the alcohol on his husband's breath. 

“I love you.” Damian said quietly in the very little space between them. His husband leaned forwards to close the distance and place a chaste kiss on his nose.

“Love you too.”

Damian laughed in response and leaned back just enough to breathe, his arms comfortably wrapped around Jons shoulders and one hand propped to play with the curls at the nape of his neck. 

“You’re pretty.” Damian mumbled. 

Jon flushed immediately, ducking his head with a small laugh. “Thank you, darlin’, you’re not half bad yourself.”

Damian tilted his head with an indulgent smile. “I'm absolutely stunning and we both know it.  What’s that one song? The one that’s like-'I'm sexy and I know it’? Yeah, that's me.” 

Jon coughed, unsure whether to burst into laughter or blush harder. “Sure is, D. You've always been the more confident of the two of us.”

Damian groaned. “Well yeah, but do remember-you have every reason to be confident in your appearance as well. I mean-I love you for many reasons but one of them would absolutely be how ethereal you look at all times.”

He went with the ‘blush harder’ option, resisting the urge to duck his head again and instead peppering Damian’s face with little kisses. “You’re so sweet when you’re like this.”

Damian laughed in response to the kisses, lightly pushing Jon away and rolling his eyes. Jon gives a crooked smile and Damian takes another drink from his glass. 

“I'm not sweet, Jonathan,” he scoffed. “I’m simply an honest man. And the truth I'm living is that you're the love of my life.” 

Damian leaned in to steal another kiss from his blushing husband before leaning back again and sipping from his drink. 

This time Jon did hide his face a bit, sure he was burning from the words. Their friends who had previously been on the dance floor returned, Kathy leaning on Maya and Colin stumbling over with a grin on his face.

Damian sat up upon seeing their friends. He downed the rest of the drink he had been drinking and waved them over. 

“Hello peasants.” Damian smirked. “Glad to know none of you are passed out in the bathroom.” 

“If anyones ending this night passed out in the bathroom, it’ll be you. I’ll eat my shoe if I can’t hold my liquor better than you can, assassin training or not.” Colin challenged, leaning over.

“Yeah sure, Wilkes. Whatever you say. I’ll bet you check out before we even get started. What, with how you're leaning off to the side?” Damian scoffed, pointedly ignoring the way he was also leaning a bit too far to the side when he wasn't paying attention. 

Colin called for a round of shots, leaning towards the other side at Damian’s observation. 

“C’mon, how many do you think you can do? Before passing out, of course.”

“More than you, I'm sure.” Damian challenged.

“Bring it, Wayne.” he picked up a shot glass, the rest of them looking on, Kathy and Maya cheering while Jon looked mildly concerned.

Damian patted Jon’s fidgeting hands reassuringly. “Stop looking like that,” he said, picking up his own glass. “Go back to being embarrassed. That was cute.” 

“Hey!” Jon protested, his voice going unheard as the girls counted down.

“1, 2, 3!”

Damian and Colin both swallowed down their shots, both of their faces screwing up for a moment at the strong taste.

“Gonna give up?” Colin grinned, picking up a second one. He tipped it towards the other boy, a challenge clear in the gesture.

Damian scoffed and snatched another shot. “I hope you’re prepared for the hangover you’ll experience tomorrow. I’ve heard blackouts are worse than normal hangovers.”

“You’re gonna eat your words, rich boy.” 

By the fifth shot, both were beyond the bridges of completely wasted, Colin more so then Damian. Jon plucked the 6th glass from both of them, giving them both glasses of water instead. 

“Okay, no one’s getting alcohol poisoning tonight, thanks.” 

“Aw, why not?” Damian pouted, head tilting in amusement. “Go big or go home, right?” 

“Mm, yeah but I'm the one taking you home, and I love you too much to let that happen.”

Damian slid off his chair and leaned into Jon, standing between his legs, chest to chest with his husband. 

“I love you too, beloved.” Damian tilted his head up and caught Jon’s lips with his own. Jon made a surprise noise before melting into the contact. Damian's hands coming up to tangle in Jon’s hair before Damian was pulled away by the collar of his shirt. 

Damian turned and glared at Kathy, while Jon was catching his breath. “Excuse you.” 

Kathy grinned in response and shrugged. “Keep it to the bedroom, lovebirds, I don't wanna see it.” 

Damian muttered a couple unsavory words under his breath but sat back down in his own seat. 

Jon momentarily mourned the loss of his husband, joining Damian in shooting Kathy a less-than-pleased look. 

“Like you haven’t done worse,” He scoffed. “At least you haven’t walked in on us, unlike some people who don’t understand the concept of locked doors.” 

She seemed to have been silenced with that, only snickering a bit as she snuck a sip from Maya’s half-empty glass, sitting abandoned on the table.

From there time flew by, Jon sat in place for a long while, just observing and having lost Damian at some point. Jon exasperatedly looked around throughout the crowd and it was only when Maya stumbled out of a dance circle that he was able to ask where his husband had wandered off to. 

“-eah i don't know, i think he and Colin are dancing somewhere. I know Kathy went to get them some more water.” Maya laughed. “Never thought I'd see the day that Damian Wayne got shitfaced in some random bar but here we are.” 

Jon snorted and let Maya stride over to Kathy. Jon–now with a direction in mind–headed over to find Damian on the dancefloor. 

Jon wasn’t disappointed by what he found. Damian and Colin were each having the time of their lives drunkenly dancing and then proceeding to laugh their asses off at the other at the drop of a hat. Jon’s eyes wandered back to Damian and Jon let out a choked noise upon seeing the man's newest attempt at dancing. This time he moved his hips and let his hands drift up his sides. The lights above them washed over his handsome features nicely, his dark eyes feeling like something Jon could get lost in. 

Someone bumped into Jon and the spell was broken by another round of laughter from Colin and Damian. Jon strode forward and wrapped an arm around Damians waist. 

“Hey, darlin’. Having fun?” He said fondly. 

Damian twisted in Jon’s hold and pressed close, as he had done multiple times that night. Jon was beginning to sense a pattern.

“I am, thank you for asking, dearest. Me and Colin were dancing.” Damian said, only slightly slurring his words. 

“I think it might be time to head home, hun. It’s late and I can guarantee that tomorrow you're going to want as much sleep as possible.” Jon stated, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down Damians back.

Colin whined. “Awe c’mon, night’s barely begun. We’ve been here, what? Two hours?”

Jon laughed. “Try again. We’ve been here for about four and a half.” 

“Damn, alright.” Colin shrugged. “Just make sure to tell Kathy when you leave. You don’t want her losing her mind when she can't find y’all at the end of the night.”

“Will do. C’mon, D.” He led his husband back to where the girls were, Damian doing as much as possible to stay close to Jon, hanging off of him like a baby koala. 

They stopped at the table, Jon being pulled into a seat while Damian unlatched himself and proceeded to sit in his lap instead of the many available seats, arms going around Jon's neck.

“What’re you doing?” He chuckled.

“Is it illegal to take a seat now? Unbelievable.” Damian scoffed.

“I-Okay, we need to get you home.” Jon shook his head fondly, before pulling out his phone and sending a quick message to the group chat.

“There. Now they know that we’re headed home. Are you okay to walk or do I need to carry you?” Jon said, only half joking. 

Damian huffed. “I can walk perfectly fine.” 

Jon raised an eyebrow.

“You’re lucky I'm madly in love with you or else your disrespect would not go unnoticed.” Damian said, sounding fond. 

Jon smiled softly. “I wouldn't have thought that you’d be an affectionate drunk, but here we are.” 

“M’not drunk, I'm just…hm. In a good mood.” Damian insisted. 

“Of course, of course.” Jon rolled his eyes, before sliding Damian off his lap and steadying the both of them. 

“Time to go home, Dames.” 

—--------

The light was much too bright out, Damian decided as he opened his eyes, despite the protests of the hammer going off inside of his skull. The blackout curtains were drawn shut, but the tiny sliver of light coming through them seemed much more like a flashlight shined directly into his face.

With what he’d admit was mild discomfort, he shifted in bed, drawing a small noise from his husband, who was apparently not asleep.

“Good morning.” The words were whispered but sounded like a megaphone, causing Damian to swat at him.

“Speak quieter.”

“I guess the hangover isn’t treating you as well as you’d hoped.” Jon’s voice was much more amused than he would have liked, but at the moment, he hadn’t the energy to comment on it, only grumbling.

“This is all your fault.”

“It always is, isn’t it?” Jon gently pushed back a few loose pieces of hair around his face. “You didn’t have to get as…compromised as you did, but you Bats can never back down from a challenge.”

“And you kryptonians do?” Damian snorted, wincing as the action jostled his body. “Beloved, if you ran from a challenge, i don’t believe we’d be here.” 

Jon hummed in acknowledgement. “So, moral of the story is we’re both stubborn and competitive. Yeah? Me slightly more than you, of course. ‘Cause you’re just a sweet baby angel aren’t ya, honey?”

Damian scoffed and subsequently cringed again, Jon’s previous snark was replaced with soft, exasperated affection.

“I’ll grab you some painkillers and some water. I'll be right back, darlin’.” Jon clambered out of bed and shuffled himself out of the room. 

Damian closed his eyes and willed the headache to go away. 

“Hey, we’re both off today from day jobs so that’s nice–oh and I was planning on calling Bruce and asking about us sitting out of patrol for tonight-” Jon rounded the bed and quickly handed off the aforementioned items. 

“No.” Damian mumbled. 

“You really can’t think you’re alright to patrol tonight-” Jon said slowly.  

Damian glared tiredly and Jon crossed his arms. 

“I’m fine, Jon. Stop coddling.” Damian insisted. 

Jon sighed in response but didn’t push. He crawled back into bed and picked up his phone only for his eyebrows to shoot up into his hairline upon seeing the mass amounts of notifications on his homescreen. Tiktok, instagram, snapchat. Any kind of social media and there was someone mentioning him, or trying to get his attention. It wasn’t too unusual. Not really. Jon always had at least a bit of attention due to marrying one of Gotham’s sweethearts. But even then, this was excessive. Curiously Jon randomly opened one of the Tiktok videos that people had been sending him–and Jon couldn’t help the laugh that shook his body upon watching. 

“Shut up,” Damian uncurled just enough to glare at his husband. 

Jon didn’t even attempt to stifle the chuckles that escaped his mouth. 

“You’re famous, Dami.” Jon snorted. “Again.”

Damian huffed and sat up to snatch Jon’s phone. It took all of five seconds for Damian’s face to flush upon recognizing himself from the night before. 

It was an edit, Damian vaguely remembers himself and Colin dancing with each other and apparently the people had  not only seen but recorded, uploading the clips onto the internet for frivolous purposes like these.

Damian glared at Jon and gestured pointedly with the phone, ignoring the looped music playing from the device. “This is your fault.” 

Jon laughed harder. 

Their ship name was trending again, along with different variations of Damian's name. The rest of the morning was spent with his horrible husband watching various edits and reading posts aloud to him.

Of course, it was all followed up by being doted on the rest of the day, which may or may not have made up for everything.

When the evening came and he slipped on the suit, Jon tried to talk him out of it again. 

“Really, Dami, I think they’d understand, people have called off patrol for less.” He plucked the mask from his husband’s hold, putting out the puppy eyes he knew made the other’s resolve crumble.

“Jonathan.” Damian huffed, reaching up for the mask, eyebrow raising as it was held above his head in a childish gesture. “I will not be brought down by a generally harmless illness and an unfortunately timed headache.”

“A hangover, babe.” Jon kept the mask above his head as if they were bickering preteens and teens all over again. “You never drink enough to get properly wasted, so now that you have, it’s not going to be kind to you.”

“You’re being childish, give it to me.” Damian scolded instead, refusing to lower himself to the grounds where he’d jump. He’d need a running start to reach above Jon’s height, and frankly, he was not in the mood for this, nor willing to waste what little energy he had left.

“Just stay tonight, i’ll stay with you,” He pleaded once more. Damian sighed, looking out of the apartment window at the darkening sky.

“I will end patrol two hours earlier.” He offered, headache thanking him as it thrummed in his skull. 

Jon scrunched up his face, analyzing him, before handing him the mask, resigned. “You shouldn’t even be going out. I’m a horrible husband for condoning this.”

“You were a horrible husband when you let me go viral due to my antics while inebriated, no matter how pure the intentions.”

Jon whined. “You’re so mean.” 

“So I've been told.” Damian snorted.

Jon sighed and handed over the mask, it was quiet for a moment as Damian checked over his gear. 

“You have to admit that the reality of you being a party drunk is pretty damn funny-” Jon said, breaking the silence.

“Jonathan.” 

“I know you’re embarrassed, it's okay honey-'' Jon grinned. 

“I am not embarrassed-” Damian huffed. 

“You totally are!” Jon laughed. 

“You are on thin ice, habibi.” Damian turned away from Jon and made his way out into the night.

“You know you love me.” Jonathan chirped, following close behind. 

“I suppose that’s why I married you, isn’t it?”

—--------

Damian was beginning to wonder if he should have listened to his husband.

The sudden jolt of nausea had caused him to nearly miss a swing from his grappling hook, looking downwards not helping whatsoever. He made it finally to the designated rooftop his siblings had told him to go to. On a normal day, he would have seen where it was going, but at this point, he was much too out of it to care too much.

“Hey Demon.” A voice from behind him caused him to jump and he turned, seeing his second oldest brother grinning at him, helmet under his arm.

“Todd.” he crossed his arms. 

“He got you, didn’t he, Baby Bat?” Tim appeared next, a smirk on his face. “Must be a bit disorienting for you, huh?”

“I haven’t the slightest clue what you’re on about, Drake.” Damian sniffed, turning around and silently begging every deity known to man that his siblings wouldn’t mention his…late night escapades. 

Of course, God is dead and Damian could always count on the others to stir the pot even more.  Dick hugged him, and mentioned nothing, thank fuck, but Stephanie was another thing.

“You’re all over the internet, Dami!” Steph cackled, shoving his phone in his face. The brightness was too high for his liking and he batted it away, grumbling.

“Little brother, not in shape for patrol.” Cass said, sounding serious but the mirth was dancing in her eyes.

“Baby’s first awful hangover!” Jason cheered, ruffling his hair. “Surprised your gorgeous husband whom you love so much and is the best person in the world didn’t make you stay.”

Damian cringed at the use of descriptions, just one of the things from when he was drunk off his ass and waxing poetic about his partner going viral on the internet. 

“He attempted it. I am perfectly fine, thank you.”

“You’re too young for this,” Dick wailed. “This is my baby, you guys, this is not right-!”

“Grayson.” Damian grumbled and his oldest brother clung to him. “Stop.”

Jason snorted. “C’mon don’t beat him while he's down. Plus. You’re, what? Ten years old?”

“I am twenty four!” Damian hissed.

“Four?” Tim echoed, shit-eating grin splitting his face open. “Holy shit you guys, he’s still a baby.”

“Drake.” Damian growled as he was held tighter. “Sleep tonight and you will not wake tomorrow.”

“Dami,” Dick whined. “You got drunk-” 

“Yes, we’ve established this.” Damian grumbled. 

“You’d think with all the bitching you’ve done at us, you’d never even touch alcohol.” Steph said, still scrolling on her phone. 

“I am an adult. I am allowed a couple drinks-” said Damian. 

“More than a couple.” Cass shook her head while the rest of their siblings stifled their laughter. 

“Need to go home.” She declared, poking at him affectionately.

“I’m fine.” Damian would never admit to the whine that laced the words, swatting at Cass’s hand.

“Uh-huh,” Jason snorted.

“I blame Jon.” Damian grumbled. 

“How could you say that about the love of your life?!” Steph gasped in mock offense. 

“He’s the one who encouraged me to ‘have fun’. I was merely making him happy and…got carried away.” Damian flushed and elbowed Dick at his responding coo. 

“God, you guys are so gross. Ew, Look you’re practically grinding on him-” Steph flashed her phone in Damian’s eyes again and Damian hissed. 

“He is my husband. Stop being a voyeur, Brown.” Steph’s face screwed up in disgust. “And I swear you turned up the brightness on that vile device just to spite me.” Damian scowled. 

“Maybe I did, what’re you gonna do about it? Stab me? When you can’t even walk in a straight line?” Steph grinned. 

“You’re all dead to me.” Damian deadpanned. “Also that is a gross dramatization. If I was that compromised I wouldn't have come to patrol at all.”  

At the responding looks of skepticism, Damian sighed. At that moment there was a thump and the crunch of gravel as another person joined them. None of the young adults had to look to know it was their dad, or as he was now, Batman. 

The immediate silence weighed over them, louder than the previous conversations. Anticipation hung in the air as he cleared his throat, seemingly waiting for a greeting.

“Father.” Damian glanced at him, seemingly unconcerned over the possibilities this exchange might bring.

“Damian.” Bruce responded stiffly, looking rather uncomfortable. Damian raised a brow, seemingly scandalized.

“Names on the field, Batman.”

“Right, well, how has your day been?” Bruce coughed, much to Damian’s confusion.

“Fine..?” Damian narrowed his eyes at him. “What are you getting at?”

“Last night seemed to have been very eventful for you.” There was a choked wheezing noise from behind him, undoubtedly one of his brothers. 

Damian flushed, crossing his arms and looking much like a petulant child then the adult he was supposed to be. “I’m far past legal age, father. I’m married, I no longer live under your roof, there’s really no need for-”

“I don’t think we really ever had a talk about safe drinking, son.” Bruce cut him off with a seemingly concerned tone of voice.

“Father, we absolutely do not have to-”

“You should always have a limit, and I know that you do, but please remember to have a designated driver, and stay hydrated.” Bruce’s voice was tuned out by Damian’s own fuming thoughts, his siblings barely concealed laughter echoing in his mind.

This was humiliating. Here he was, surrounded by absolute hypocrites, all clowning on him and giving him talks. He was Damian Al Ghul Wayne (Kent), for fuck’s sake! He’d been building up his tolerance since he was a child, granted not that it had been exercised recently past a glass of champagne at a gala, but still. 

“-amian? Damian, are you listening to me?” He snapped out of his thoughts, Tim seemingly doing a dolphin impression next to him, high pitched shrieks and rumbles of barley held back laughter.

“No.” Damian scowled. “You’re all hypocrites, how dare you have the audacity to treat me this way when each of you have had much worse versions of this than I have! At least I didn’t go around trying to flirt with anyone other than the person I am actually with.”

”Pretty sure he just called y’all hoes.” Steph stage-whispered, Tim now in a fetal position on the rooftop and rocking back and forth while Jason cackled loudly.

“Furthermore, yes, while my tolerance isn’t exactly what it used to be, it certainly looks better that I am actually of the correct age for something like this, and everyone seems to have taken it as positive publicity. This was my choice, no matter how other elements may have influenced it.”

He let out a long breath, looking up with annoyed glance. “And besides, I was kept safe by Jonathan, who didn’t let any of us go past a limit, and cared for me and attempted to get me off of patrol.”

”Whipped.” came from somewhere in the crowd, followed by a gagging noise and something that sounded like a dying vacuum. 

“Tt.” Damian turned. “I’ve had enough of you imbeciles. I’m retiring for the night, and you’ll do well to stop gossiping for God’s sake.”

The tips of his ears were dusted pink, betraying his mortification over the events. He moved to shoot his grappling hook, tripping and landing on his face due to the dully pounding headache at the back of his head that was meddling with his senses.

That was the tipping point for his siblings, and the poorly concealed laughter began to scream out near hysterically. 

“What, were you all hit with laughing toxin?” Damian brushed himself off, looking moments away from stomping his foot like a toddler. “You’re insufferable, the lot of you!”

He swooped away, entire body burning in shame. God, he should have just listened to Jon. Not that he’d tell him though.

—----------

Damian was considerably less flustered by the time he entered his home but the tips of his ears still felt warm when he thought back to the mortifying encounter with his family. 

“Of course all of them had to be present to humiliate me. None of them can be bothered to make time for any event of actual importance but oh as soon as there's blood in the water everyone shows up. Sharks, the lot of them.” Damian muttered angrily. 

“So how was patrol?” Damian looked up to see Jon leaning against a doorway nearby. 

“It went well, nothing interesting.” Damian said, lying through his teeth. 

Jon looked amused. “Liar.” 

Damian held back a groan. “And why do you say that, Jonathan.” 

“Aside from the fact that you look more pissed off than usual, you have your tells.” Jon looked fond. 

“What may these tells be, exactly?” Damian raised an eyebrow.

Jon shrugged with a grin and finally made his way over to Damian before wrapping his arms around his waist. 

“You inhale a bit through your nose and deliberately make more eye contact when you lie. I’ve always assumed it was to keep your heart rate controlled and to make what you're saying be taken more seriously because usually you hate direct eye contact.” Jon explained.

Damian did groan aloud at this and Jon laughed quietly. Damian scoffed but couldn’t help the way his eyes softened at the sound and the way he leaned into Jon’s touch. Damian and Jon were again chest to chest but this time they just existed in each other's arms and swayed slightly to the soft sound of a song that only the two of them could hear. 

“Seriously though, are you alright?” Jon pulled away slightly before he finally spoke again after an indiscernible amount of time had passed. His voice was soft and slightly concerned. Damian sighed and pulled out of his arms completely in order to get out of his suit. 

“I’m fine, I promise, habibi. Slightly embarrassed due to my family's idiocy but fine nonetheless.”

Jon hummed. “I’m going to take a wild guess and assume they saw the videos online.” 

Damian snorted. “Stephanie made it her mission to scroll through as many as she could.” 

“Of course she did.” Jon rolled his eyes. 

Damian pulled off the last bits of armor and quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants that had been lying around as well as a shirt he didn’t doubt belonged to Jon seeing as it hung a bit loosely off his frame. 

“I would like to go to bed now.” Damian said, coming to lean into his husband’s side once more. 

“Sounds good to me. I did put out some water and painkillers for you if you need them, though.” Jon said. 

 Damian's headache abruptly made itself known now that Damian’s attention was brought back to it. 

“Ah, yes. Water and medication, then sleep.” Damian winced. 

Soon, Damian and Jon were able to fall back into bed and wrap themselves around each other under their duvet. Damian hid his face in the crook of Jon’s neck and Jon tilted his own to the side in order to rest his chin atop the soft strands of Damian's hair. Before long, both were fast asleep and soft snoring filled the room. 

It was quiet, save the soft noises of sleep. And despite the darkness of night, the love that they held for each other was as bright and clear as day. It would continue like that as long as they would stay together, a shining beacon of light through the harder times and lighthearted chaos. For now, though, they were content to stay like that, their bubble of home, warm and soft and full of love.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Words: 4,159

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Season/Series 12, Attempt at Humor, Fluff, Getting Together, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, First Kiss, Second Kiss, and then more kisses, Smut, they are so gone for each other, and they obviously look at each other a lot hence the title

Summary:

Team free will is in the car driving back from a hunt when Sam mentions Cassie, Dean's ex from at least 10 years ago. After Cas mistaking it was about him, the conversation evolves into describing how Dean is when he is in love. It all clicks in Sam’s head as he tells Cas how Dean was behaving around Cassie. 10 years replaying in his mind all of a sudden. Cas asks him what he understood and Sam tells him Dean is in love with him. From there, nothing is stopping Cas anymore. This fic was written for the 5K by 5 May event.

[risafeywritesdrarry]

Mr. and Mr. President (Trump/Biden)

Fanfic Blurb: When an assassination attempt is made on the former president of the United States and fails, Joe Biden rushes to call his political rival to see if he's okay…. The conversation takes a turn that will change their lives, as well as the fate of the United States, forever.

Rated G Crack Fic, 320 word count, link to AO3 page provided

Warnings: It's a Bidump fic... or is it Bump... or Triden?

A completely NOT serious Bidump one-shot that I threw together. Inspired by a meme shared on Reddit r/AO3. In no way does this fic reflect my political beliefs. This is purely for laughs and the rated-G butterflies for the Bump-freaks in the back.

FINAL WARNING... YOU MIGHT REGRET READING THIS, CLICK OFF NOW:

Biden: I guess I wanna say.... I'm glad you're OK.

Trump: We may be political rivals, but we'll always have something special. The MOST special.

Biden: Now, look. I've been trying to say something during this whole conversation, and you keep exclaiming over me like you always do. It's distrac—it's distracting.

Trump: Well then, let's hear it.

Biden: Almost losing you made me realize something, Don.

Trump: Oh yeah? What's that?

Biden: I lo... I mean... I lo—lo—lo... ~furrows brow as he tries to remember the words and make the corresponding sounds with his mouth noises~ Now look here, Don, I lo—

Trump: ~waves it off~ Stop. I already know, I already know. The fake news media is not only the enemy of the people, but it's the enemy of you and me.

Biden: Don—

Trump: Hold it! I'M talking now, OK? You can wait your turn, dear Sleepy Joe. The way I see it, the shooter would have shot me in the heart if he'd been able to. But even if his aim had been true, he forgot one thing.

Biden: ~mumbles confusedly~ Wh—what's that?

Trump: ~pauses for dramatic effect~ What that shooter didn't realize is that my heart is safe with you. He was aiming in the wrong place, completely and entirely.

Biden: ~mutters something incoherently affectionate~ ~overcome with emotion; brain glitches more than usual~

Trump: You too, Joe. I understand, I understand. In fact, NO ONE understands better than me what you just said, and I gotta tell ya, I feel the same. I feel the same.

~silence for a while on the phone call~

Trump: What're you doing now, Joe...?

Biden: On my private jet. On my way to come and see you.

Trump: ~hangs up the phone and dials his Rally Coordinator~ Cancel all my rallies, speaking engagements, and appointments for the next few days. Something more important just came up...

[the-blue-eyed-firebender]

“Tell them what you just told me.”

The bespectacled Lieutenant sputters. “Captain Havoc, I really don’t see the -”

“Spill it.” Havoc snaps at the young officer, causing Breda to sigh at the ceiling. Falman continues his paperwork, unruffled. 

Fuery huffs, adjusting his glasses. “I was only mentioning that the Fuhrer ordered some renovations to Captain Hawkeye’s new office.”

That gives Falman pause, his pencil hovering momentarily over the document in his lap. This is news to him, apparently. And he’s been tasked with  keeping a diligent record of their expenses, like always.

Breda frowns. “What kind of renovations?”

“A bookshelf.” Fuery replies with a shrug. “Her office is right next to mine. I’ve been listening to the carpenters working all week.” He hesitates warily, glancing sidelong at a steaming Havoc, but continues. "It’s custom-made, according to the invoice that arrived this morning.” 

“You’re mad about a bookshelf?” Falman says plainly, finally looking up from his files, brows raised. “Captain Havoc, you don’t read.” 

“That’s not the point!” Havoc sputters around the cigarette dangling from his lips. He spreads his arms wide, scowling. “I don’t see the rest of us getting fancy office upgrades!”

Breda leans back against the plush leather of his desk chair, arms crossed. “You know how Mustang is about Hawkeye. They met when they were basically kids. They’ve been through a lot together.” He shrugs, unbothered, and twirls a pen around his fingers. “It’s probably just a ‘thank you’ for all she’s done to get him to this point.”

“I got stabbed!”

-The Bookshelf (WIP, soon to be Part 5 of The Counteroffer Series)

[crookshanksshipsdramione]

fluffy dramione story told through newspaper articles

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

this is part 8/ 10

BREAKING: Ministry of magic strongly denies rumors that Lord Voldemort had any offspring. May, 2019.

Minister felt the need to give press conference regarding rumors that Lord Voldemort, who died about 15 years ago, had a child.

“It is utter, utter nonsense,” the minister said to this newspaper, regarding rumors that started circulating last week after which no other than Bellatrix Lestrange was the mother of Voldemort’s daughter. “We are aware of a young woman claiming she is their daughter. She is being treated at St. Mungo’s as we speak”, Harry Potter, head of the Auror’s office explained. “We have protocols for these situations, and we are dealing with it accordingly. I ask everyone to think before they panic about such stories. There is just no truth to it.” This Newspaper can confirm that the young woman claiming to be Voldemort’s and Bellatrix’s child was born in 1997, when Beatrix was already in her fifties which is one of several facts that don’t add up in her story. “Voldemort was obsessed with his own immortality” a seemingly annoyed Potter told reporters at the press conference when they continued to push the issue “I am pretty sure producing an heir would contradict that.” Of course, not all children are planned – as a reporter pointed out, forcing a red-faced Potter to say “I can not believe I have to talk about this but I highly doubt that Voldemort indulged in human needs”. Understandably, Potter refused to discuss Voldemort’s sex life any further and this author has to agree with him that is highly unlikely that a Dark Wizard, with hatred for his own humanity, would enjoy having sex and accidently produce a child. It is even less likely, that he would want one.

In addition to the ministry’s strong denial, when asked about the rumors, a stunned Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix’s nephew, told a reporter “I am pretty sure I would have been aware if my aunt was pregnant, considering that she lived with us. Apart from that, if she had managed to have the Dark Lord’s child, believe me, she would have made sure every last person on this planet knew about it!”.

[hongherbac]

[Shimamine] In My Eyes - Part 4

Read it on AO3

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: Mob Psycho 100 Relationship: Minegishi Toshiki/Shimazaki Ryou Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Dating Words: 1717

Notes: The fic is completed. It's about 6k words long, and will be uploaded twice a week.

Summary: Dating crisis! Good thing they have friends to lend a hand.

(The forth of the nine short scenes from their sweet life and dates.)

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The first part

Part 4

　　Shimazaki's working hours were - well, let's just say - quite flexible.

　　Since being recruited by the government, he and Hatori have been part of a special investigative team focusing on psychic crimes under the direct supervision of Joseph. This arrangement allowed them to be useful to the government, and also kept them under constant close surveillance. Shimazaki, as a teleporter and skilled fighter, naturally took on the role of field agent. He (theoretically) reported on his progress once a week, and spent the rest of his time on various operations. This meant that no one really knew what he was doing during his "working hours".

　　Well, Hatori knew. But they were good buddies who cover up for each other. So...... It made perfect sense to take a day off work, and go on a date with his boyfriend to enjoy the flowers.

　　Wednesday evening, Shimazaki's cell phone rang loudly.

　　Minegishi was sorting through the letters at the dining table. The apartment's mailbox was on the first floor, but they were so used to teleporting straight back to the entrance that by the time they remembered, it had already accumulated into a thick pile. He had to sift through all the countless junk advertisements to find a few important bills. Shimazaki couldn't help with that; if he lived alone, he would throw everything straight into the trash.

　　So when the phone rang, he was in the kitchen boiling water for tea. His little damned electronic device kept buzzing and vibrating, emitting a poor quality default ring tone at maximum volume. He sensed that Minegishi's attention had shifted from the letter to the living room.

　　Shimazaki teleported over and ended the call.

　　"...... I don't think that will work." Minegishi said.

　　Two seconds later, as if in a show of determination, the cell phone beeped loudly and relentlessly once again. Shimazaki briefly considered throwing it away, maybe dumping it in a gutter, or leaving it on top of Mount Fuji or something -

　　But he gave up. Shimazaki picked up the phone and put it on speaker, so that Minegishi could hear too.

　　"Hey." he said.

　　"We found the mastermind." Joseph's voice came from the phone's speaker, "We just intercepted that he's meeting with the cadre tomorrow afternoon, time and location confirmed. I'll send you a briefing later. We’re having an operation meeting at 9:00 am. There will be a lot of people on the other side this time. We'll arrange extra support to work with you, so no skipping out. Understood?"

　　Minegishi looked at him, his aura alert and tense.

　　Shimazaki scratched his nose, "Uh, I’m actually not available tomorrow."

　　"Haha, very funny." Joseph said coldly, "I may not have made it clear. This is a top priority. Everything else can wait. They haven't shown their hand for six months, and now we finally have a chance to catch -"

　　Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

　　The cell phone suddenly made a noise. They all know what that was about.

　　With a click, the third-party call was forced through. Hatori's voice blared through the speaker, "Hey, hey, hey! Joseph, what the hell are you doing? You can't send Shima on the mission tomorrow! They're going on a date!"

　　"A da- Wait, what?"

　　"A date! You know? The romantic kind?" Hatori paused, "Oh, just like what you did on the 17th of last month with -"

　　"I know what a date is. My Japanese is fine." Joseph growled, "Stop investigating me. I don't care what you had planned, but you'd better show up tomorrow."

　　Hatori complained, "Oh, come on. Don’t we have anyone else on our team? What do they even get paid for?"

　　"Must I say it out loud? We need Shimazaki's abilities. We have only 18 hours to plan an operation against a large, multinational organization. It's one thing if the mission succeeds, but it's also my job to make sure everyone gets back safely, and Shimazaki's participation in the operation will minimize the risks."

　　"You could just say 'He's great.'"

　　"That's what I mean." Joseph said through clenched teeth, "So, unless you can replace him -"

　　"I can't, but I know someone who can. Serizawa. Do you remember him? The big guy who threw you out with an umbrella? He's now working for a...... Well, a chaotic good fraudster. If you ask him for help, I'm sure he'll say yes."

　　"Hmm. He's very strong indeed......"

　　Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep. The speaker made the dialing sound.

　　A few seconds later, the call was answered, bringing the fourth party into the conversation. There was a loud, boisterous noise in the background, as if they were somewhere busy outside. But Hatori seemed to have made some adjustments, and the background noise faded away.

　　"Hello?" Serizawa said.

　　"Hey, Serizawa, you got a minute?" Hatori said, "Joseph wants to ask you a favor."

　　"Oh, yeah, sure. You mean Joseph from the government?"

　　"That's me." Joseph said.

　　A distant, muffled voice from the background said, "Is your mom okay?" - followed by Serizawa’s reply, "It's not my mom, it's Hatori." - Serizawa turned back to the phone, "Sorry, I got distracted. Was that Mr. Joseph on the line? What can I do for you?"

　　"They're trying to arrest a bunch of bad guys tomorrow, but Shimazaki is not available for his date with Minegishi, so they're looking for you to fill in." Hatori said.

　　Joseph sighed, "Pretty much what he said, but you can think of it more formally. Think of it as the government asking for your help in maintaining public safety or something."

　　"Uh, tomorrow? Is it going to take the whole day?"

　　Serizawa hesitated.

　　"I have to work tomorrow. But if it's really important, I think I can ask Mr. Reigen......" - Another muffled voice from his end, obviously Reigen himself, Serizawa's current boss, asked, "What? What's going on? What do you want to ask me?" - Serizawa moved his cell phone away and explained the conversation. Reigen said something again, but his voice was even more muffled, and it was difficult to make out what he was saying.

　　Hatori snapped his fingers, and Serizawa’s speakerphone turned on automatically. The voices of Serizawa and Reigen suddenly became clear.

　　"- sounds very dangerous." Reigen said.

　　"Serizawa?" Hatori laughed, "Yeah, very dangerous for the other side."

　　"Oh! Wow! Is that Hatori? Don't put it on speaker all of a sudden, you scared me!" Reigen quickly regained his composure, "Okay, I'll be straight here. If Serizawa is willing, of course we'll help the city. But as his employer, I have to make sure that he is treated fairly."

　　"What do you mean?"

　　"I demand that the government pay Serizawa's daily wage, the special danger bonus, the confidentiality fee, and the compensation for my business losses due to Serizawa's absence."

　　"I don't think the government has budgeted for that." Joseph said.

　　"Is this really what the government wants, for him to work for free? You’ve got to be kidding me! If that's the case, then I can't allow Serizawa to be exploited by you."

　　Hatori interrupted, "No, no, that's easy to fix. Do you have an online bank account?"

　　"I'll have Serizawa send you the number tomorrow."

　　"Hatori, you can't use your powers to change bank numbers." Joseph said coldly, "Your employment contract states this very clearly. The government prohibits you from interfering with financial institutions to prevent an economic crisis. That’s part of the deal to ignore your past and keep you employed. You don’t want to end up like Suzuki, do you?"

　　"That's not in the contract! You can't fool me like that."

　　"............"

　　"Wait, is it really there?" Hatori suddenly became nervous. "Are you serious?"

　　"HATORI -"

　　"Uh...... You can't be blamed for something you don't know, right? Laws don’t apply retroactively?"

　　Joseph sounded like his head was about to explode, "You had even dug up my elementary school report card, and you're telling me you've never read your employment contract?"

　　"Come on, who would actually read that?"

　　Shimazaki couldn't help but say, "Not me, obviously."

　　Joseph groaned. Hatori giggled.

　　"What? Who's that?" Reigen said.

　　"Sounds like Shimazaki to me." Serizawa said, "Hello, Shimazaki. I didn't know you were on the line." He turned to Reigen and said patiently, "Shimazaki was born blind, so he said he has never 'read' -"

　　"Stop it." Joseph interrupted, "Blind jokes are bad enough. Don't explain it to me."

　　"Let me remind you all, my situation here is still unresolved." Reigen said.

　　"Well, actually," Shimazaki said, "I don't mind paying Serizawa's substitution fee."

　　"That's great! Finally, someone sensible!"

　　Serizawa said, "What should I do tomorrow? Should I meet you somewhere?"

　　"I'll send you a briefing later." Joseph said. "There will be an operation meeting tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. in the government building. I'll give you the details then. Contact me on this phone if you need anything. And -" Joseph's tone turned stern and cold, "Hatori, you’re coming to see me an hour early. We need to have a serious talk."

　　"What the hell!? Eight in the morning!?"

　　Hatori let out an incredulous wail, followed by a series of mumbled curses. The phone's speaker crackled again. With a final muffled static noise, the call abruptly disconnected. The sound faded, leaving only the monotonous beep of the call-ending message echoing through Shimazaki and Minegishi's apartment.

　　For a few seconds, the room was very quiet.

　　Then the water boiled in the kitchen. The kettle whistled on the stove, spewing clouds of steam. Shimazaki teleported over to turn off the burner. He scooped tea leaves into the cups with a small wooden spoon, and poured in the freshly boiled water.

　　He came to the dining table with a cup in each hand. Minegishi had already divided the letters into two piles. The thick pile on the left was junk advertising mail that Minegishi would take to the flower shop for gardening purposes, while the one on the right was utility bills and discount coupons from nearby supermarkets. Minegishi picked up the letters and gave them a quick tap on the table to straighten them out.

　　"Our friends are a bunch of idiots." Minegishi said.

　　"That's why you love them." Shimazaki smiled, placing the hot tea beside his boyfriend.

BONUS

　　Serizawa: Wow, I'm so nervous. I can't believe I'm going to meet some real criminals tomorrow!

　　Reigen: You might want to listen to what you're saying.

[sttoru]

tags. dad!toji x wife!reader. fluff. reader gets called ‘doll’

“toji, you’re gonna break that thing,” you stifle a laugh as you watch your husband’s muscular form squeeze into one of the playground equipments. megumi is on his lap, giggling as he gets to experience what it’s like to go down a slide with his parent.

toji rolls his eyes and grumbles something along the lines of ‘the damn brat forced me to’. you know how weak that man gets when his son looks up at him with those big, sparkly blue eyes. you’d have given in to megumi’s requests as well if you were in his place. thus you don’t blame your lover at all.

“papa, go!” the little boy pats his dad’s thighs, excitedly smacking the muscles. the pure glee on his tiny face makes you smile as you witness the scene from the bench nearby.

“give me a sec, kid,” toji responds with a grunt. his legs are pressed tightly against each other, trying to wiggle down the slide. his body isn’t going anywhere— not even moving down one centimetre.

you can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat while you watch toji struggle. the confused and impatient look on megumi’s face as he glances up at his father is pure gold. “papa go?” your son pouts and squirms.

this is embarrassing for toji. he can’t wait to get off and go home. the only thing he can do is pray that no one else sees this view of a grown ass man stuck on a slide.

you pull out your phone and start recording the hilarious sight. “hun,” you call out to toji, covering your mouth while giggling behind the camera. “you can do it!”

your humorous encouragement makes the dark-haired man kiss his teeth, “tsk, quit that.” he manages to move his legs in a certain way so he could glide down. the process however is quite. . slow.

toji’s body stutters and goes down the slide in a wonky way. megumi is not amused at all as he sits there and stares downwards, cheeks puffed up. he expected to go much faster than this.

the toddler looks like he’s about to complain the moment he reaches the bottom.

“mamaaaaaa!”

as expected, the little boy quickly hops off toji’s lap, leaving his humiliated dad sitting at the end of the slide. megumi runs off to you and jumps up onto your lap, an angry yet adorable frown on his face. he whines and hugs you, refusing to face your husband who’s walking towards you.

toji scoffs at the sight. “oi, you ungrateful little shit,” he comments and crosses his muscular arms over his chest, “y’ should be thanking me for squeezin’ my ass up on that tiny thing.” he glances down at his son who’s clearly sulking in your arms, disappointed in his performance.

you’d usually scold toji for using such foul language around the kid, though you can’t stop yourself from giggling at the situation. megumi actually got offended by his dad being unable to properly go down the slide with him; it’s adorable.

“no, papa shit!” megumi retorts unexpectedly, causing you to laugh even louder. you shake your head and try to make a serious face - to reprimand your child from saying such words - only to fail.

toji clearly didn’t expect the boy to mimic him again. he raises an eyebrow and you know he’s not going to hold back. that man will fight anyone, even his own son who’s only a toddler.

“whadd’ya say there, bud?” your husband huffs and takes a step forward. megumi squeals as he feels the intimidating aura of his dad get closer to him. he squirms off your lap and runs off into the playground, squeaking.

you watch your child scurry off in attempt to escape toji. you grin to yourself, seeing the excitement return on megumi’s face at the aspect of playing with his parent.

toji runs a hand through his messy black hair as he sees the toddler run around the park, excepting him to follow and play with him. he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it’s adorable how his son never stays mad at him for long.

it perfectly describes the father-son relationship they have. he wouldn’t want to have it any other way.

toji then shoots you a smirk, leaning down so you’re face to face. he flicks your forehead gently and pinches your cheek, reminding you of one thing before going off to chase after megumi;

“i’ll be dealing with ya later for that video y’ made, doll. don’cha think i forgot.”

[miss-writes-a-lot]

Mall Encounter

Itadori and Kugisaki discover something new about their friend Fushiguro at the mall.

[chuluoyi]

the secret wife

- nanami kento x reader

follow the first years’ misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!

genre/warnings: crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is

note: based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')

general masterlist

On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...

“Hello? Yuji—”

Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.

“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”

Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.

“Oh? What's—”

“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”

And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—

—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.

“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.

Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...

Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.

And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.

“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.

One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.

“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”

And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.

But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.

And did he feel so miserable afterwards.

. . .

“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”

Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.

"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."

"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"

"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."

And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”

"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"

"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"

Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—

"I'm going after them!"

"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"

Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.

Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.

Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.

The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.

"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"

Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.

"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"

"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"

Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"

With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?

Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"

And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."

"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.

"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"

After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.

"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"

"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"

"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.

"Eh? Huh!?"

Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—

Crash!

"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.

"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"

"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"

"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.

Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."

"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.

Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"

For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.

It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.

Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"

Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.

“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.”

“S-so you are married!”

“Yes, that was what I—”

“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”

Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.

Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”

“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”

“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.

"Aren't we friends?! How—!"

"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.

Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.

"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"

"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.

Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.

There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.

"Gojo," Megumi blurted.

"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.

Epilogue

"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"

That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.

"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"

You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."

Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."

"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."

"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.

"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”

Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.

"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"

"People like Gojo are confused—"

Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."

[sxfwap]

Romancing the Princess of Hearts || Chapter 2: A Truth Of A Kind

<- Chapter 1 Chapter 3 ->

Pairing: Bridget (Descendants) X Reader

Summary: Ever since you’ve been transferred to The Merlin Academy you’ve had a crush on the Princess of Wonderland herself, who you quickly became best friends with.

Of course, she doesn’t know and you weren’t brave enough to tell her either… but how much time could you keep such feelings to yourself?

Word count: 2446

Warnings: None again but fluff!!!

After one hour of Professor Merlin grading everyone’s job, (to which you and Bridget got an ‘A’) you were finally set free. Not before tidying up your desk, of course.

When both you and Bridget were finished, a sudden sound from the back of the class caught your ears. You took the opportunity to look behind you and saw exactly what you were hoping for: Ella giggling at something Charming was saying just a few feet away, close to the classroom’s door.

“Hey, B.” You nudged her softly, a teasing smile on your face as Bridget’s curious eyes settled on you before following the direction of what caught your attention. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” You whispered.

“No. Way.” Bridget gasped, a hand coming up to her mouth to shield her snicker, the sound blessing your ears.

You continued watching (spying) on for a few more seconds, before deciding to break up the party. You grabbed Bridget’s hand, totally missing out on how her cheeks darkened at the unexpected contact, but she nonetheless, took advantage of it and intertwined your hand with hers and so, you headed out to your friend.

“I’ll see you later then,” you barely heard Charming saying, just as he was leaving. He saw you both however and waved his hand is a friendly manner, to which you waved back.

Ella looked behind herself, to see both her best friends that she kind of expected would still be lingering in the classroom. “Well, well… look who finally decided to show up to class.” She said with a small teasing smile, purposefully starting the conversation to try and not make it about what she was thinking you might turn it into.

Although, upon seeing both of your smiles, she realized she never stood a chance.

“And look who finally decided to start flirting back to the prince!” You exclaimed, holding out your other hand up for Bridget to high five, to which she did with a grin.

“You must tell us what was making you so giddy!” The pink haired followed you up, bitting her bottom lip to try and hide her beaming smile, failing to do so. She was happy after all that her very first friend was finally opening up to no one other than a prince. And a charming one. “Oh, I’m so happy for you, El! It was about time, really.”

“Please let us be your bridesmaids at the wedding.” You said in mocked excitement.

“Are you guys done?” Ella questioned, trying her best to look irritated but the slight red tint in her cheeks gave her away.

She started walking away, out of the classroom, knowing you both were going to follow. You briefly looked at Bridget with a teasing smirk, she returning one with a scrunch of her nose (which totally did not made your insides falter for a second) and follow, you did.

“So… do you want to talk about it?” Bridget asked with a hopeful smile, positioning herself at Ella’s right side, while you went to her left.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Ella said, seemingly disinterested. She expected a quick retort coming from both her friends, but instead she was met with silence. She glanced to both her sides and caught you and Bridget looking at her with knowing smiles. She sighed. “Perhaps he… might have asked me to go to… Castlecoming with him.”

Ella’s mind was rushing through all the different scenarios of how her best friends’ reaction could be upon hearing such news, like hearing both your loudest screams and never ending teasing, but she was not prepared however, when both you and Bridget decided to engulf her in the biggest hug possible, accompanied with spins and mini jumps of happiness.

You were certain your little act was attracting attention, but you didn’t care. One of your best friends was going to go the most important event in the school with a prince!

Ella however, did care. “Okay, okay!” She giggled, finally managing to get you to somewhat calm down.

“Oh, I’m so happy for you, Ella!” Bridget exclaimed with the biggest smile on her face, hugging her best friend once more– though a shorter hug this time.

“I still can’t believe you even told us!” You said, giving your friend a genuine smile. You were happy for her, especially because of her original desire to not assist the event in the first place. “So, all it took for you to want to go is for your dearest prince to finally, properly ask?”

Ella wasted no time. “Perhaps you could properly ask to your dearest princess, too!” Ella retorted, feigning innocence.

“Princess?” Bridget questioned a bit dumbfounded.

You completely played it off though (or in Ella’s eyes tried) by laughing at her comment. “Oh, El, you’re so funny, truly the funniest person I know.”

On the inside however, you wanted to drown in the Enchanted Lake and might as well bring Ella too. Not being dramatic at all.

“That’s why we’re friends, Y/n!” She exclaimed, continuing with her innocent act. “Oh that reminds me, weren’t you going to bake some special cupcakes today, B?” Ella looked at her friend with a knowing look.

The pink haired princess blushed slightly at her implications, truly catching her off guard, but still smiled. You noticed though that it wasn’t as genuine. “Y–You’re right! I need to go!” She stammered, before doing a curtsy and running down the Merlin Academy halls.

You looked at Bridget’s departing figure with slight concern, you’ll ask if she’s okay later on.

After she was out of your sight, however, you turned to your remaining friend, annoyed. “You completely outed me, Ella!” You said in exasperation.

Ella was the only person who was aware of your crush on the Princess of Wonderland, at least the only one you told about it. Her knowing was both a blessing, since you could talk to someone about it and a curse, because sometimes she’d say or do something with the hopes of making you both realize how you truly felt about each other. Truly, she didn’t have any ill intentions and in her defense, you especially, liked to tease her with her unofficial crush.

Ella grabbed your hands and gave them a squeeze. “If anything I’m helping you, Y/n.” Ella smiled an apologetic smile. “You see, as someone once told me, ‘only staring will get you nowhere’.” She uttered the words you once told her.

“That was different. It was so obvious that you and Charming liked each other, everyone in the school knew!” You defended yourself. “Now she’s going to think I want to go to Castlecoming with someone else.” You sighed and looked down at your joined hands.

Ella squeezed them once more, making you look up at her to find a knowing look plastered on her features. “And what makes you think it’s not obvious that you and Bridget like one another?” You were about to protest, saying something along the lines that Bridget did not like you like that, but your blue haired friend beat you to it. “Besides, this could be a good opportunity to ask her. You saw how she reacted, doesn’t that give you any ideas?” She questioned.

“You have to be mad if you think that that means she likes me back.” You chortled. “Wait– did you unintentionally confess to me that you like Prince Charming?”

“I mean… he is nice.”

“And gorgeous.” You added with a small teasing smirk. You both laughed it off as you continued walking. “You know, both you and him appeared in my dream this morning– well you mentioned him, but still.”

“So that’s why you didn’t wake up? Must have been a hell of a dream if it kept you on bed for so long.” She teased.

“Pfft, It wasn’t that long! Also, Bridget woke me up– and by the way, were you with her?”

“What makes you ask?”

“Somehow she opened my door. The thing is, I can’t see her invading someone’s privacy in that way, she’s a goody-two-shoes basically. And, she didn’t want to tell me how she did it.”

“Well…”

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

The Princess of Wonderland and her friend Ella were walking down the hallway of the Merlin Academy, said princess smiling in anticipation as they reached the numbered door belonging to their friend’s bedroom.

She knocked. “Y/n! We’re here!” She said, already picturing your sleepy but adorable face you oh so wore in the mornings.

She waited for a few seconds, but found herself surprised when no sound came from the insides of the room. Absolutely nothing.

She knocked once more. “Y/n! It’s me and El! Are you awake?” She questioned once more, only to be left to silence again.

Bridget decided to knock one last time. “Y/n? Are you alright?” She asked a little louder.

This time, Ella banged on the door, for the sake of the rest of the students not as loudly as she would have wanted, seeing as Bridget’s soft knocks were not helping. “Y/n!” She said, looking with caution at the still unopened door.

Ella stopped and thought for a moment. It was a strange occurrence, to say the least. After all, you never made them wait this long. And the fact that not even a muffled ‘I’m coming’ or anything regarding the fact that you were there, safe and sane, was enough to make the blue haired concerned. Were you even in the room?

“Ella, do you think something happened to her?!” Bridget exclaimed, looking at her friend with worried eyes. “She never takes this much time, something must have happened!” She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.

“B, for all we know she could be perfectly fine, sleeping.” She replied, trying to calm her nervous friend. Bridget was right though.

“I’m going to get a professor.”

But before the pink haired princess could get away, Ella grabbed her wrist to keep her in place. Bridget looked at her with a surprised look.

“We’re going to waste time.” Ella said and immediately got an idea and set herself to work, kneeling in front of the door. “I’ll open it.”

“What? B–But we’d be intruding, Ella! I don’t want to break a basic school policy.” She bit her lip in a worrisome manner.

“Any professor would be intruding if they do it too.” Ella said, rummaging through her dress pockets.

“But they are allowed to! Especially in these kind of situations!”

“Well what is more important then, knowing that Y/n is fine or just a school rule?” She retorted, finally having found what she had been looking for. A hairpin.

“Y/n, of course! But–“

“I’ll be the one doing it, not you. So if anyone asks, you just don’t say anything, alright?”

Bridget exhaled, defeated. “Alright. Thank you, El.”

“No worries.” She was quick to put the hairpin in the key way and with practiced movements managed to open it with a ‘click’. “She would have done the same, anyways.” She added, standing up.

And with that Bridget couldn’t agree more. She was truly happy and felt undeserving of having not only one but two amazing best friends. Even if she had hopes that a certain one would become more than just friends.

The thought quickly made her blush and she shook her head to compose herself.

“How did you do that?” Bridget asked in slight amazement.

“How do you think I manage to live with my step-mother and sisters?” Ella replied with a cheeky smile, to which Bridget hummed in a share sentiment.

They looked at each other briefly before Ella opened the door slowly, in opposition to Bridget’s complaints, just in case someone else was in there.

They were relieved to find however, just you in your bed.

Bridget was quick to leave her friend’s side to go to yours, placing two of her fingers to the side of your exposed neck. “She’s alive!” She whispered, a smile plastering her soft features. “Oh, I’m so glad.” She breathed out, looking over your relaxed face with a tender look.

Ella looked at her friends with a knowing look from a distance. She wondered what would be the look on your face if you knew that Bridget was looming very closely in front of you. Perhaps your cheeks would match hers.

“You can go El, we’ll catch up in a minute.” Bridget said in a low voice, nodding her head with a grin at Ella’s unsure expression.

“Alright, don’t take too long.” She replied back in the same tone. “If sleeping beauty doesn’t wake up, perhaps a kiss could do the trick.” She couldn’t help but tease her friend, also knowing of her crush on you.

Bridget looked at her with a reddish face, her mouth agape as she tried to think of a comeback, yet came with none. She was truly rendered speechless.

Ella took the opportunity to make leave, leaving both her friends alone. She knew you were in good hands.

─── ⋆⋅ ♡ ⋅⋆ ───

Ella tried not to laugh at your disbelieved face, although she did omit a few things that might have happened, shortening her side of the story, but was content with herself that you seemed to have your mind set on one thing and one thing only.

“Wow.”

Because certainly you could believe that Ella was the one to open your room’s door but for Bridget to somewhat agree to it? Truly, you didn’t know she had it in her.

“Exactly.”

“Honestly, I can’t believe it.”

“I guess she really wanted to make sure you were okay, how important must you be to her.” She joked light-heartedly.

Though if you asked her, she wouldn’t be so sure if she was joking herself. She knew after all of Bridget’ soft spot for you that seemed to be getting softer every passing day.

“Ha-ha-ha.” You looked at her with your most serious face, to which in response, she slapped your shoulder lightly with a chuckle.

“Now that you know the truth, I will ask you to not say anything to her on your way to her.”

“My way to her?”

“Duh, she might need help with her cupcakes.”

“And you’re not coming with me because…?”

“Well, I… need to look for a dress.”

“Oh, but of course! Don’t let me keep you waiting… Ella Charming.” You said playfully, to which she grabbed your shoulders to turn you around (and also as a way to keep her darkened cheeks hidden) and push you with not much strength, making you laugh at her antics.

“You better not keep your date waiting.”

Wait, date?

A/N: First of all I want to thank you all for the love the first part received 🥹🥹 I’m so grateful!!!

As of right now I’m super close to finishing writing chapter 3 SOOO stay tuned!!

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake or give me a piece of advice or criticism on my writing style!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READINGGGG 🩷🩷🩷

[gregorovitch-adler]

Chocolate

Sherlock and John were sat on their arm chairs, facing each other, with their legs spread out.

John had been asleep for a while, unaware of the real world and his surroundings. It was Sunday, so he just wanted to relax a bit.

It had been ages since either of them had done that.

John woke up with a start at the sound of a sharp knock at the door of 221 B.

John looked around himself. The lights were out, save for the natural sunlight coming from the sitting room window, and apparently Sherlock had been gazing at him from across the coffee table for at least a few minutes.

The sofa was a complete mess with Archie stretched out on it.

John stood up and turned around to face the door of their flat.

Mariana was standing in the doorway, biting her bottom lip with a hand on her waist. "Get your lazy butts downstairs. Both of you."

"Hey, I was tired!" John made his way out of the flat and was heading towards 221 A.

"And I was studying human behaviour at its most vulnerable state!" Sherlock closed the main door behind him as he followed John and Mariana downstairs.

John and Mariana looked at each other and shook their heads slowly as they continued to walk.

"What is it, then, a client? Do we already have another case?" John patted his trousers pockets to look for his microphone.

"No, we don't have a case," said Mariana as she got down to the bottom of the flight of stairs and turned to face Sherlock and John.

Sherlock and John stopped in their tracks right there and looked at her with their eyebrows raised.

Mariana sighed. "I have a surprise for you two. I've been working on it since morning."

John and Sherlock exchanged a look, and John turned to face her with a smile. "A surprise? What for?"

Mariana shrugged. "I just felt like it. Not sure how you'll receive it, though," she said, looking at both of them.

John opened his mouth to try to reassure her, but Sherlock cut him off.

"It's a chocolate cake, isn't it?" Sherlock asked and climbed down to the ground floor too. "It's not just any cake, though. It's very important to you. That's why you tried your hand at it today even though there's no special occasion. You want our comments on it because you want the cake to be perfect. Is it a family recipe?"

"Wait, what?" John and Mariana asked in unison.

John climbed down the rest of the stairs too.

"How do you know that?" asked Mariana with her arms folded across her chest.

"You still have some icing on your hair," Sherlock pointed out. "And I can smell it from 221 A now. You look nervous about it." Sherlock paused and looked at Mariana and John. "Oh, did I just ruin your surprise?" he asked with quite an apologetic tone.

Mariana shook her head and waved it off. "It's alright. Just come over already."

John followed Sherlock and Mariana to 221 A, looking at Sherlock with pride. "Do you ever stop being brilliant?"

Sherlock threw a glance in John's general direction, but then he looked ahead and kept walking, looking flustered.

Mariana opened the door of 221 A, walked in and stepped aside to let John and Sherlock in.

Sherlock, John, and Mariana went straight to the kitchen to see her cake.

Sherlock and John stopped right there at the sight of the kitchen table. A slow smile spread across both of their faces.

They glanced at each other before going over to the table to have a closer look at it.

The base of the cake was rectangular, looking like a sturdy, flat surface. On it, three miniature, human-shaped pieces stood together. Two men and a woman. One of the men was tall and the other one was short - almost the same height as the woman.

It was supposed to be the three of them in chocolate form. They were holding hands.

It was beautiful - not just the miniature versions of the three of them, but also the decoration, icing, and just everything about that cake.

John could not take his eyes off it. Sherlock looked awestruck too.

"Well?" Mariana broke the silence, interlacing the fingers of her hands together and pursing her mouth.

John and Sherlock went around the table and wrapped their arms around her from both of her sides.

Mariana wrapped her arms around them, too, for a long moment.

"It's beautiful," said John and held her tighter.

"It's perfect - and that wasn't even a hyperbole. Just an objective truth. A fact."

Mariana and John let out a laugh.

They let go of each other, and Mariana grabbed a knife that had been lying on the table beside the cake.

"Do you really want to cut that?" asked John, standing behind her now.

Mariana chuckled. "Yes, of course!" She carefully took out the tiny, human-shaped chocolate pieces and placed them on three different plates. She grabbed three forks from a drawer and placed each of those on the plates. "Let's eat each other, shall we?"

She handed the piece shaped like herself to Sherlock, the piece shaped like Sherlock to John, and she picked up the third piece on the plate for herself.

Sherlock took the first bite of the piece of cake on his plate. He closed his eyes in pleasure. "It's so soft and delicious."

Mariana sighed in relief. "It's my father's recipe, but the three pieces on the top were my addition to it." She looked satisfied with herself.

It was John's turn to take a bite.

John closed his eyes to focus on those amazing textures and taste on his tongue. "Mm... Mari, it's unbelievably sweet and fresh. Don't blame me if the entire cake disappears by the morning."

Mariana grinned and took a bite from her own plate and looked away from the two of them. "Hm... this one's not so good," she said in the middle of her chewing.

Sherlock and John looked at her with confusion.

She looked up at John. "Oh, maybe because it's shaped like you."

Sherlock and Mariana burst out laughing.

John stepped forward to pick up the giant plate that contained the rest of the cake. "Alright, that's it. I'm leaving with the whole cake."

Mariana and Sherlock stopped John right there, laughing some more.

The three of them looked at one another with broad smiles. They decided they could not contain themselves anymore, so they put their small plates back on the table.

Sherlock, John, and Mariana came in for a group hug, unable to wipe off their smiles.

John was still planning to steal most of the cake. That part could wait, though.

***

Prompt: Chocolate by @fluff-cember

Tags: @helloliriels @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @jamielovesjam @gaylilsherlock @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @topsyturvy-turtely , etc.

[rafedarling]

Rustyn goes through a phase where he is very clingy towards the reader and wants to hug and kiss his mother all the time and whenever Drew approaches or kisses the reader, Rustyn becomes irritable because his mother is only for him ,sorry if he gets too involved English is not my first language

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐚, 𝐧𝐨

pairing: dad!drew starkey x fem!reader

summary: drew loves teasing his little buddy especially now that rustyn has entered a clingy phase. he insists on being the sole recipient of your affection, becoming hilariously territorial whenever drew so much as gives you a kiss.

warning(s): fluff, teasing banter, a possessive toddler, mild suggestive humor between parents, and lots of adorable family dynamics.

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Rustyn just woke up from his nap as you sat comfortably on the couch, cradling Rustyn in your arms. At two years old, your son was growing fast, but right now, he seemed small and vulnerable as he snuggled against you, freshly awake from his nap. His tiny arms wrapped securely around your neck, and his head rested on your chest, soaking in your warmth.

“You have a good nap, sweetheart?” you murmured softly, running your fingers through his messy hair.

Rustyn nodded sleepily, his body still heavy with the haze of sleep. He hummed contentedly, nestling even closer.

From across the room, Drew’s familiar voice broke the peace.

“Baby,” he called, his tone laced with affection.

You looked up to find your husband leaning casually against the doorway, his blue eyes sparkling as they met yours. He wore his usual easy grin, the kind that made your heart flutter even after all these how many years.

“Hmm?” you replied, your lips curling into a smile.

Drew crossed the room in a few strides, leaning down to kiss you. His lips brushed yours softly.

Before you could reciprocate, however, a firm “No!” interrupted the moment.

You pulled back slightly, startled, and glanced down to see Rustyn glaring up at Drew. His tiny hand shot up, attempting to push Drew away from you.

“Excuse me?” Drew asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He crouched down to Rustyn’s level, resting his forearms on his knees.

“Are you trying to tell me I can’t kiss Mommy?”

Rustyn nodded solemnly, his blue eyes narrowing in determination.

“Mommy’s mine,” he declared, his voice firm despite its high-pitched sweetness.

Drew chuckled, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, really? Well, fyi ‘for your information’, little man, Mommy was my woman first. Before you even existed.”

Rustyn’s face twisted into an exaggerated pout, his small arms tightening possessively around your neck.

“No. Mommy’s mine,” he repeated, his tone unwavering.

You stifled a laugh, brushing a hand over Rustyn’s curls.

“Drew, stop teasing him. He just woke up.”

“But it’s so easy,” Drew said with a grin, leaning down to kiss your temple.

Rustyn immediately reacted, a whiny “No!” escaping him as he pushed at Drew’s shoulder with all his might.

“Alright, alright,” Drew said, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender.

“I’ll back off for now.”

Rustyn gave him a triumphant look, his little chest puffed out as he settled back against you.

You shook your head, biting back a smile.

“You know you’re just making it worse, right?”

“Yeah,” Drew admitted, plopping down on the couch beside you.

“But come on, look at him. He’s like a tiny bodyguard.”

Rustyn’s eyes darted suspiciously toward Drew, as though ensuring he wouldn’t try anything again.

Drew leaned closer to you, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

“You think he’s gonna start charging me a toll just to kiss my own wife?”

You laughed quietly, careful not to disturb Rustyn.

“Wouldn’t surprise me. He’s been attached to me like glue all week.”

“Bathroom glue?” Drew asked, raising an eyebrow.

You groaned.

“Yes, even bathroom glue.”

Drew whistled, shaking his head.

“Man, he’s really got me beat.”

The next morning, Drew woke up to the sound of giggles coming from the living room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and padded down the hallway, stopping in his tracks when he saw you and Rustyn sitting on the floor.

You were still in your pjs, your hair loosely tied back, as Rustyn sat in your lap, clumsily stacking blocks. He was giggling uncontrollably.

Drew leaned against the doorway, with a fond smile across his face.

“Well, don’t I feel left out?”

Rustyn’s laughter ceased abruptly as he looked up, his expression instantly turning wary.

“Good morning, you two,” Drew said, stepping into the room.

He crouched down beside you and reached out to ruffle Rustyn’s hair.

“Morning,” you replied with a smile, tilting your head to kiss Drew on the cheek.

Rustyn, however, wasn’t having it. He quickly turned to block Drew’s path, wrapping his arms around you protectively.

“Mine!” he declared, his voice carrying the authority of someone much older than three.

Drew snorted. “Here we go… again.”

You tried to smooth things over, rubbing Rustyn’s back.

“Rustyn, sweetie, Dada’s just saying good morning.”

“No,” Rustyn said stubbornly, glaring at Drew.

“Wow, sassy” Drew said, sitting back on his heels.

“You really don’t want to share, huh?”

Rustyn shook his head firmly, burying his face in your shoulder.

You sighed, giving Drew an apologetic look.

“He’s in full cling mode right now. It’s a phase.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll remember this when he’s a teenager and wants nothing to do with either of us,” Drew said, though his tone was light.

Rustyn peeked out at Drew, his pout softening slightly.

“Mommy’s mine,” he whispered, as if reiterating his claim.

“Alright, alright, she’s all yours” Drew said, holding up his hands.

Rustyn grinned, clearly satisfied with his victory.

Drew shook his head, chuckling.

“You know, for someone so small, he’s got a lot of attitude.”

“Wonder where he gets it from,” you teased, raising an eyebrow at Drew.

Drew smirked. “Definitely you.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. Moments like this were your favorite.

By the afternoon, Drew decided it was time to reclaim some territory. While Rustyn was busy playing with his toy cars, Drew sidled up to you in the kitchen.

You were chopping vegetables for lunch when he slipped his arms around your waist from behind.

“Hi,” he murmured against your ear.

“Hello,” you replied, smiling as you leaned into him.

“You know,” Drew began, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “I don’t think Rustyn’s watching right now.”

You turned your head to look at him.

“Drew,” you warned, though your tone lacked any real conviction.

“What? Can’t a husband show his wife some affection?” he asked innocently.

Before you could respond, the sound of tiny feet padding into the kitchen reached your ears.

Rustyn appeared in the doorway, his eyes narrowing when he saw Drew holding you.

“No!”

Drew sighed dramatically, releasing you and turning to face Rustyn. “Really? I can’t even hug Mommy now?”

Rustyn marched over, his little fists balled up at his sides.

“No, Dada! Mommy’s mine!”

Drew knelt down to his son’s level, shaking his head.

“You’ve got some nerve, kid.”

Rustyn crossed his arms, his pout deepening.

“Mommy loves me more.”

Drew gasped, clutching his chest as though Rustyn’s words had physically wounded him.

“Oh, that’s cold, buddy. Real cold.”

You laughed, leaning against the counter.

“You walked right into that one.”

Drew looked up at you, his expression mock-wounded.

“You’re supposed to have my back.”

“I’m just enjoying the show,” you teased.

Rustyn, now satisfied that Drew had been properly put in his place, turned back to you and raised his arms. “Mama up, pleaze.”

You obliged, scooping him up and resting him on your hip.

Drew shook his head as he stood. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Rusty.”

Rustyn stuck his tongue out at Drew, prompting you to scold him gently. “Rustyn, be nice to Dada.”

“Yeah, listen to Mommy,” Drew said, grinning.

Rustyn huffed but leaned his head against your shoulder, clearly unwilling to share you anytime soon.

Drew stepped closer, placing a hand on your back.

“One day, buddy, you’re gonna regret pushing me away. You’ll want my advice on girls, sports, life…and I might just remind you of this moment.”

Rustyn didn’t respond, already drifting off into another nap.

You smiled at Drew, your heart full. “You know he loves you, right?”

“Oh, I know,” Drew said, his grin softening into a tender smile.

“But right now, he’s a mommy’s boy so...”

“And you wouldn’t have it any other way,” you added knowingly.

Drew nodded, wrapping an arm around you both.

“Not for a second.”

[youchangedmedestiel]

If you haven't checked it yet. I've currently posted more than half my first Destiel AU fic.

Summary: Dean spends his summer holidays every year in Italy with his family. They go to the same hotel and see more or less the same people here. But this year, there is this new guy. Dean probably heard about him or even saw him a few years ago but this time it's different. Dean reacts to him differently, in ways he doesn't understand. He realizes along the holidays how strong his feelings become day after day. But are they requited?

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