#yes he's absolutely beefed in arms and chest

[rcrisdraws]

AH yeah, i forgot to post this-

[jjkamochoso]

Obviously Oblivious

Fluff

Soshiro Hoshina x gn!reader

Request from Wattpad: "Reader and Hoshina are being so oblivious that they both like each other to the point where this absolutely annoys Mina and Okonogi because they are ITCHING to see both of them together."

Warnings: none

Another mission done, another celebration was happening at Third Division’s base. Though her subordinates were known for their high success rate, Captain Ashiro was pleasantly surprised by just how smoothly the last kaiju disposal went, opting to treat her soldiers with a special catered feast. Thanks to Izumo’s family connections, the chef served sizzling plates of A6 beef and endless amounts of accoutrements for the standard price, making Mina’s soldiers happy and the military budget even happier. Mina captured a piece of meat between her chopsticks, quietly observing the rowdy group in front of her. Konomi Okonogi sat to her right, a steaming bowl of soup fogging up her glasses. Mina stifled a giggle as she watched the girl wipe her lenses with her sleeve, heavily squinting. Satisfied with her work, Okonogi placed the glasses back on her face and blinked a few times, looking around the room. All of a sudden, her eyes went wide.

“You alright?” Mina asked her, noticing her change in expression.

Okonogi nodded, sputtering slightly. “Huh? O-oh, yeah, I’m fine.”

Mina wasn’t convinced, raising her eyebrows at the bespectacled woman expectantly.

“Well, I…” she hesitated before finishing her thought. “Hoshina and L/n are sitting awfully close together.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Yes!” Okonogi exclaimed, Mina surprised by her outburst. Her face turned beet red as she hurriedly explained herself.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Captain! It’s just that their behavior together is strange. Quite frankly, they’ve been getting on my nerves.”

The operations leader took a sip of her drink and Mina’s curiosity was piqued. Having had her own thoughts surrounding the actions of a certain vice captain and officer, Mina was wondering if she finally found someone she could vent her frustrations to.

“They seem to like each other,” she mused, treading lightly in case she misread the situation.

“Like each other?! Total understatement. Those two are hopelessly in love but won’t do a thing about it!” Okonogi complained, irritated.

“I thought I was the only one that noticed!” Mina replied, excited that the woman beside her was the perfect confidant she’d been yearning for. “They drive me crazy with their cluelessness!”

“Exactly! I don’t know how they don’t see their feelings for each other! I mean, they’re blinder than I am without my glasses! It’s ridiculous!”

“I don’t usually condone relationships in the workplace but those two really are perfect for each other,” said Mina, eyeing you and Soshiro as you giggled over something he had whispered to you. It made Mina’s heart soar in her chest seeing people experience happiness in these moments, when the death and destruction you all faced almost every day could be forgotten for a short time.

“Oh my god, Captain.” Okonogi tugged at Mina’s sleeve. “I think Soshiro’s gonna put his arm around y/n’s shoulder!”

“No way,” Mina breathed out, anxiously watching as Soshiro scooted closer to you, if that were even possible. He looked fidgety.

Probably nervous, Mina thought, staring down the lovebirds. Soshiro was ready to make his move. He brought his hand over his mouth—

He wasn’t going to do that. Was he?

“OH MY GOD!” Mina practically yelled as Soshiro faked a yawn, stretching his muscular arm behind you and resting it comfortably on your chair. The room went silent almost immediately, soldiers turning to see what was going on with their captain.

“That food was really hot,” Mina lied, trying to hide her embarrassment behind a napkin. “I’m fine. Everyone, back to what you were doing.”

In an instant it was like nothing happened, rambunctious chatter filling the space once more. You and Soshiro weren’t phased either, easing back into what Mina figured was your previous conversation. Soshiro’s arm was still around you and Mina was relieved that she didn’t jeopardize this huge stride in your non-relationship.

“What a classic move,” Okonogi said, resting her chin in her palm. “If that wasn’t enough to make them realize their feelings, I don’t know what will.”

“Don’t underestimate their ability to be emotionally unaware,” warned Mina, shaking her head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if y/n read that as a friendly gesture. They’re both oblivious to romance.”

“They’ve made that quite clear,” griped Okonogi, observing you holding up a spoon to Soshiro’s lips as he took a bite of whatever you offered him. You were laughing with each other again and Okonogi was confused at how any of that behavior could be so deeply misconstrued as anything other than flirtatious.

“Should we do something about this? I don’t know how much more I can take,” Okonogi said.

“I worry it may be unprofessional to get involved, however helpful our interference might be,” replied Mina.

Okonogi sighed. “You’re right. Besides, it is pretty fun to watch this play out. It’s like a soap opera.”

Later that night, Mina and Okonogi were about to say goodbye to one another after making sure no soldier was left passed out at the dining tables. With dinner cleaned up and everybody walking or stumbling back to their rooms, they closed the door and made their way down the abandoned hallway.

Actually, they made their way down what they thought to be an abandoned hallway.

The two women shared a knowing look when they heard stifled giggles echoing from around the corner.

“You’re always so funny, Soshiro,” your voice rang out, and Mina and Okonogi could only imagine the sickly sweet smile you were giving the man.

“Gotta stay on top of my game to keep ya around,” he teased, and they could only image the lovesick grin he was sending your way.

“It’s getting late. I should get going,” you told him.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see ya tomorrow?”

Mina and Okonogi didn’t miss the hopeful lilt coating his voice.

“Of course,” you had replied. “I’d miss you too much if I didn’t see you.”

It took everything within themselves to not slam their heads against the wall. How were you two so… so…

Dumb?!

“That’s it. I’ve heard enough,” Okonogi said, marching down the corridor. Mina had no idea what was about to happen, she just knew she couldn’t miss it. She hurried behind Okonogi, rounding the corner at the perfect time.

“Both of you! You’re driving me insane! Kiss already, dammit!” Okonogi demanded, startling you and Soshiro. She left as quick as she came in, leaving Mina dumbfounded.

“Have a good night,” she told you, hands awkwardly clasped behind her back as she nodded before hurrying away. Recovering from the unexpected chewing out, you glanced at Soshiro, a mischievous gleam in your eye.

“Okonogi’s never given us a bad command, has she?” you asked, hoping he understood what you were getting at.

“Our impeccable Operations Leader has never led us astray, you’re correct,” he responded, his fangs glinting in the dim light. His hands found purchase on your hips while yours rested on the back of his neck, the distance slowly lessening between your bodies. As your lips began to touch his, you realized you owed Okonogi big time for her help.

[chocsra]

"Gentleman, you say?"

15! Chuuya x reader

Reader is implied to be fem!, could still be gn!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Contents: your mafioso roomate being annoying, fifteen era, mafia! reader, pre-relationship, idiots in love, teen romance, fluff, ooc? chuuya (idk)

Sorry for grammar! Not proofread!

Working in the Port Mafia wasn't so hard.

You were granted a new family, money and status. There were a select few members who were noteably young, as young as teenagers. This was mainly because of the gifted, limiting manpower into making criminal organizations choose children as their subordinates.

You didn't really mind it--being a kid in the mafia. It had it's ups and downs, yes, you did murder; but what would you have been really doing if you tried to live as a civilian as a gifted?

One thing you didn't like though--even hated, was the Port Mafia dormitory.

Constant parties, the overwhelming scent of alcohol and cigarettes in hallways, and don't start on the drama. Your only source of peace was the empty unit next to yours--at least that gave some sort of silence in the dreadful nights of Yokohama. Cramped in the tight apartment that secretly held mafioso teenagers, ones which the other residents thought of as school delinquents.

Until that asshole took it; the short ginger boy with a permanent scowl on his face, the boy who had the best style you had ever seen. And you hated it. Ever since you were fifteen, he and his smelly bandaged friend would storm into his apartment; have the loudest arguments--no, fights in the middle of the night.

Before, if you couldn't sleep, a nice cup of hot milk and basking in the night's breeze would do the trick. Now, there was a 50/50 chance he was there smoking on the balcony next to you, alone or with that annoying mummy boy.

It's been a few months since then, and you were sure that he hasn't even recognized you once as his neighbour; and it pissed you off, considering the amount of sleepless nights he caused you. It was safe to say you had one-sided-beef with the boy who used screaming as his fight or flight response.

And because finding someone absolutely insufferable meant asking numerous people about them, you asked a few of your subordinates who were into drama about said boy, eager to learn more information about him. Because he pissed you off, is why.

"Oh, you mean Chuuya? He like, used to be the King of the Sheep before he joined the mafia, I'm pretty sure." Your friend chided, you and a few other girls were standing in front the doorframe of Kouyou's office, all surrounded in a circle. "Really? That's wild." You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest. "Yeah, and the guy who recruited him is that emo guy; he's supposed to be Bosses successor, right?" She asks, twirling a strand of her hair. "His name is Dazai, and yeah. They're called 'Double Black' or something." Your other friend joined in.

Just as you were talking, a tall woman with ginger hair and pale skin stepped out of her office; her elegent hands clasped together under her pink kimono.

"What are you girls talking about?" The woman questioned, her hair tightly held up by long gold pins. "[Y/N] was just asking about Chuuya, sis." Your friend replied, you scoffed in response. "I was just asking because he's an annoying neighbour!" The other girls laughed. "Oh, Chuuya, I was recently requested to take him under my wing." Kouyou responded, revealing more information. "Actually? What do you think of him?" One of the quieter girls asked enthusiastically, the woman only chuckled in response.

"He's quite the gentleman, I'll say."

Kouyou's words only echoed in your ears as you lay in bed, a pillow ontop of your chest. "Gentleman.." You repeat, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. "Gentleman my ass!" You kick the wall next to your bed to no avail, tightly wrapping your arms around the pillow. "If he was, he would've seen how tired my eyes are from not sleeping.. and finally shut the fuck up.." You mutter with heavy eyelids. It was around 2 am. And it was one of those quiet nights, thankfully; but you still had trouble falling asleep.

As you were about to finally drift off to sleep, cradling your pillow in your arms; a loud strum of a guitar sprung you awake. It sounded like a electric guitar, and the person playing it had a shit ton of energy. A sultry voice sang melodically as loud waves of music crashed from his guitar. You had an idea of who it was.

Storming out of your cramped apartment, only in a thin t-shirt along with loose shorts, you scrammed over to Chuuya's apartment door angerly. "I swear to God.." You curse under your breath, the damn guitar still audible. Closing your fist, you firmly knock on the boy's door.

Knock, knock

The fast-paced strum of a rock song quickly stopped, light footsteps could be heard behind the steel shaft, before he finally unlocks it.

"Yeah?" The boy cracks the door open, he had his short ginger hair down; and he wasn't wearing the black fedora and choker like he usually did. A red and white electric base guitar slung lightly over his shoulder and stomach, the cord connected to the bottom, leading to what you assumed was his bedroom. Chuuya was wearing loose black sweatpants along with an oversized white t-shirt. Even though the boy was small and lean, you couldn't help but notice the exposed muscles on his forearms. 'Shit.' You cursed at yourself, before meeting his stormy blue eyes once more.

"You're so damn loud all the time, can't you play that at another time of day?" You huffed, crossing your arms. "There are people trying to sleep." It wasn't the safest option to yell at a criminal who had possible connections you had no idea of, but you were also a criminal, and would definitely kick his ass if he tried anything, right?

Chuuya looked at you with a slight frown, but you were right in the end, so he sighed and ran his lithe fingers through his ginger locks. "My bad." He mutters, feeling a bit embarrassed. "That's all you can say?" You murmur, you felt a little bad, but he was the waking cause of your terrible eyebags. "You could be a little more quiet next time." You add on, looking off to the side.

"Yeah, I know. My fault." The redhead said, apologizing begrudgingly. You only sighed and assured it's okay now before you soon left. Knowingly storming off into your apartment as the boy watched you with guilt yet irritation on his face.

Although the next morning, you rubbed your eyes and opened the door to take out the trash. Only noticing a small box infront of your doorstep with a yellow sticky note on it, you crouched down to properly read it.

'Sorry we had to meet that way, neigbour. Take this as a peace offering.

- Chuuya N.'

As you opened the box curiously, it was homemade packaged bento, along with a small corgi made out of rice on the side. The stupidity of it made you laugh a little. Even though his handwriting made you question if he knew how to write at all before this; a smile still crept on your face as you took the box and note inside.

"Quite the gentleman, huh?"

[lil-elle]

Close Quarters

group: xikers

pair: junmin x fem!reader

genre: college au, roommates to lovers, forced proximity, fluff, suggestive

word count: 3.2k

content: making out, coarse language, suggestive jokes

a/n: AAAAHHHH IM GOING CRAZY RAAGGHHH PARK JUNMIN

The rhythmic ticking of the library clock filled your ears as you mindlessly tapped your pencil against the desk, eyes flitting between the PowerPoint opened on your laptop and the blank paper in front of you as you tried and failed to put a single thought into words. You'd never struggled this much simply taking notes before, and you couldn't help but put all the blame on the one man that'd been taking over all your thoughts recently.

Suddenly, a strong arm reached over your head and shut your laptop, making you look up just to meet eyes with the exact man you'd been struggling to push out of your mind.

“Hey…” Junmin muttered, smiling softly.

“Hey there…” You smiled back, immediately forgetting all about the silent beef you had with the man looking down at you for making your study session much harder than it needed to be. “What're you doing here?” You asked with a slightly flirty lilt to your voice that you couldn't deny was slightly on purpose.

He gripped the back of your chair with both his hands, his knuckles grazing your shoulders and making your cheeks prickle with heat.

“Hmmm…just checking up on my favourite roomie.”

You giggled softly, watching the way his bangs fell as he tilted his head playfully. “I'm your only roomie.”

His smile widened slightly and you felt a small shiver run across your skin as he grazed the tip of his index finger across the nape of your neck, forcing you to train your eyes on the small mole on his nose to keep yourself from looking away.

“Well…I guess that means you're automatically my favourite…lucky you.” His warm breath hit your face as he spoke softly and you felt your heart melt inside your chest. You only realised how dazedly you were staring at him once he spoke up again, his fingers brushing over your forehead to swipe some hair from your face.

“We still on for tonight?” You smiled widely and nodded excitedly before he stood up straight and ruffled your hair. “Perfect. I gotta go now so…see you later at home.” You caught a glimpse of a small blush growing on his cheeks before he walked away, your eyes staying trained on his figure until he pushed through the library doors and was fully out of sight. You sighed in such a way that could only be described as ‘lovesick’ and turned your head back to your work, only to meet eyes with your friend sitting across from you. The friend you'd somehow completely forgot was there.

“Now what…was that?” She questioned. “You two got a thing going on or what?”

You felt your whole face flush bright red as you lifted your hands in defence.

“N-No!! He-Hes's just my roommate!” You stuttered out.

“‘Just’?”

“Y-yes! Nothing more. Nope! No funny business here!” You forced a laugh a little too loudly, flinching at the aggressive ‘shhhhh’ you received from a few surrounding students.

“Sure~” She responded sarcastically. You sighed and dropped your head against the desk. “But, y’know, as your friend I feel obligated to make sure you know how completely and totally heart-eyes he is for you.”

At that moment your head snapped back up and you had to force yourself to keep your voice down.

“...N-No way..” You chuckled wryly, turning your head away as if that would hide just how red your face was from her.

“Yes, way. The tension between you two is so insane, I felt it from all the way over here.”

“Shhhhh…” Your hands slowly creeped up over your face, the heat literally radiating from your skin like a heat pack. “I-I'm just a roommate to him. That's it…” You mumbled.

“Girl. He wants you. Like really wants you. The look in his eyes was like…he was basically undressing you with his eyes–”

“ABWUH-!?” You almost threw yourself over the table to clamp a hand over her mouth and shut her up. There was absolutely no way the rate at which your heart was beating was healthy. “How could you say that..??” You wanted to yell but your words ended up coming out in more of a whisper-shout. Your friend smiled, amused by your fluster.

“What? I'm just pointing out what I saw.” She chuckled lightly as you sunk back into your chair. “And what did he mean by ‘still on for tonight'? You sure you guys aren't dating?” You blushed hard for the billionth time, quickly stuttering back a defence. “W-We’re not! There was just this movie I wanted to watch…and he said he wanted to watch it with me so we're gonna have a whole movie night tonight at home.”

“And what kind of movie is it?”

You kept your eyes down at your paper as you spoke softly.

“...A romance.”

“Oh girl, he wants you so bad.”

“YOU-” You caught yourself, quickly glancing around to see if anyone heard your sudden loud tone, and sighing with relief to see all the other students too focused on their own work to notice. You pulled your lips together tightly, trying to suppress the embarrassment bubbling up and the unsteady beating of your heart.

“I….I gotta go!” You hastily shoved your things into your backpack, ignoring the chuckling of your friend, before slinging the bag over your back and turning on your heel towards the entrance.

“Good luck. Have fun~” You heard her say before shoving your earbuds in your ears and pushing the doors open, the breeze of the outside world cooling your fiery face. Breathing a small sigh, you began the journey from the campus back to yours and Junmin's small shared apartment, cursing the fact you had so many love songs on your playlist on the way.

You sighed as you flopped down onto your bed, tossing your bag next to you and pulling your earbuds from your ears. Rolling over onto your back and staring up at the ceiling, you thought back to all your friend had said, immediately feeling your face heat up again. “He wants you so bad”. If only it were true. A part of you really wanted to believe it was true, that maybe Junmin did feel the same way about you as you did about him. But you were terrified of the rejection if he didn't, terrified of the embarrassment. Hell, terrified of the awkwardness of having to continue living with the person who rejected you. You couldn't bear that. Therefore, you couldn't risk it.

You sat up weakly on the edge of your bed, grasping your phone and checking the time. At that moment you heard the front door click open, your legs picking you up off the bed almost on their own and carrying you to your bedroom door. You cracked the door open and your eyes met the back of Junmin's head as he placed his bag down on the counter. You smiled slyly, creeping out of your room and tiptoeing across the floor towards him.

“...Hey.” You poked his spine and felt him flinch.

“OH!” His head spun around and you watched his startled expression morph into a soft smile as his eyes landed on your face. “Hey…you startled me.” You took in the way his voice instantly changed to a smooth and gentle tone, so obvious that it made your heart flutter in your chest.

He turned his whole body to face you, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. “I didn't think you'd be home before me.”

Your smile widened.

“Well, I didn't think you'd be home so quickly! Did you ditch class or something~”

He chuckled softly.

“No, no, never. I just took the bus rather than walking. I wanted to be home before you but,” he trailed his eyes over your figure, making your stomach turn like crazy until he met your eyes again, “clearly that didn't work out.”

“Well…why'd you wanna get here before me, huh?” You poked at his arm playfully.

“I…wanted to surprise you.”

“Surprise…?”

He stepped aside and revealed the grocery bag sitting behind him. You stepped forward and peeked in like a little kid seeing what gift her parents bought her.

“I got all your favourite snacks. Yknow, for the movie tonight.” Your smile quickly widened and you gasped before turning to him and wrapping your arms around him, his hands quickly meeting your waist to steady the two of you.

“Thank you!”

You heard him giggle.

“Y-Yeah, of- of course, yeah, you're welcome.” His voice cracked slightly and you suddenly realised the position you two were in, completely locked in an embrace, his hands on your waist and your head against his chest. Without another second, you peeled yourself off him, scratching your cheek shyly and looking down at the floor.

“...Thank you…” you repeated in a calmer, shyer tone, the pounding of your heart resounding in your ears like a bass drum. A small chuckle left him and you peeked up at him to see him smiling so incredibly softly at you, your heart fluttering.

“...It's no problem…cutie..” That last word escaped his lips in a whisper as he turned away but you still heard it, the word hitting you and making your head spin. You were almost convinced you were going to pass out with how hard your heart was pounding. Did he have any idea at all of the effect he had on you?

“I'm just gonna get changed really quick..” he muttered before turning towards his room, the deep redness covering his ears shining brightly through his dark hair. You watched dazedly until he disappeared from sight, a habit you'd developed recently but had absolutely no problem with, before realising you were still in the clothes you went out in as well.

You rushed back to your room and changed into something much comfier: a pair of white cotton shorts and an oversized shirt that was only barely short enough to see the hem of the shorts. Entering back into the living room, your ears perked up to the sound of running water. “I guess he's taking a shower..” you thought as you began opening the bags of snacks and emptying them into various bowls so that the two of you had a whole selection as you watched the movie. You were carrying the final bowl over to the coffee table when you heard the bathroom door clicking open, your head instinctively snapping to look over, only to be immediately filled with regret. Junmin was ruffling his wet hair with a small towel, another towel wrapped around his waist and…well, that was it. You almost dropped the bowl you were holding at the sight of his muscular torso and arms, your mouth falling open and your face growing redder than ever before as your eyes stayed stuck on his abs.

His eyes met yours and widened, his own face developing a red hue of his own as he realised the situation.

“S-Shit- sorry!” He exclaimed before rushing into his room and slamming the door shut. You carefully placed the bowl down on the table before sinking to the floor, the sight of Junmin's toned torso burned into your mind.

“...Are you serious…?” You mumbled, sighing and rubbing your hands over your bright hot cheeks like that'd cool them down faster.

Soon, Junmin emerged from his room again in a shirt and sweatpants, shakily stepping towards where you had curled yourself up on the couch with a blanket.

“S-Sorry..” He stuttered, sitting on the far opposite end of the couch and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. You took a breath and swallowed, keeping your eyes glued to the coffee table as you spoke, not even daring to look him in the eyes.

“It's good...just…what even went through your head to leave the bathroom like that when you knew I was out here?” You chuckled slightly awkwardly, trying to ease the thick tension between you two. He let out a sigh, relaxing into the couch.

“I don't even know…recently my brain has just not been working properly. It's like…I'm always in a daze and I can't think straight.”

You felt your heart jump as he described exactly how you've been feeling as well, the thought that he's been feeling the same making your mind run rampant. You lifted your head to smile shyly at him.

“Same…”

His eyes met yours and butterflies filled your stomach as he smiled that familiar soft smile, a light pink hue covering his cheeks and making him look sweeter than usual. Or maybe it was just your lovesick gaze that perceived him that way.

He scooted over closer to you and you followed suit until the two of you were huddled together, blanket across your legs and TV remote in Junmin's hand.

“Excited?”

You smiled widely and nodded.

“Yes! I've been wanting to watch it for ages but I just cannot watch movies alone like…I need someone to commentate to.” He giggled softly, beginning to navigate through Netflix. “I'm glad you wanted to watch this too. It feels like fate.”

“Hmm? O-Oh yeah…uh totally!”

He quickly found the movie and set the remote down next to him as it began playing. Immediately, you snuggled up to him, leaning your head against his shoulder as you desperately ignored the frantic beating of your heart. You could've sworn you heard his breath catch in his throat, but you didn't want to let your mind get taken over by your delusions and fantasies. Not now.

You focused on the movie as it began playing, the female lead introducing herself and the male lead as roommates in the way that a narrator would. You tilted your head to look up at Junmin, smiling softly and giggling.

“Look at that, they're just like us.”

He smiled down at you softly, stifling a giggle until his attention was drawn back to the TV by the sound of heavy breathing. The male and female lead were making out. Aggressively. You felt your whole face flush bright red and your mouth fall open, while Junmin quickly burst into a fit of squeaky laughter at the comedic timing of your comment.

“Oh yeah? T-They're just like u-us, huh?” He stuttered with a smile and a lightly cracking voice, looking down at you as you buried your face against his arm. Your whole body felt hot and your heart was pounding like crazy. You were embarrassed but a part of you wanted to be bold. A part of you wanted to take a risk. You couldn't help yourself anymore.

“...I hope so…”

Just 3 words, but they changed everything between you two. Junmin went completely silent and you clutched at his arm, waiting for him to say something. Anything. Eventually, you lifted your head and peered at his face, preparing yourself to see him looking down at you with disgust. You didn't even get the chance to see his expression before his lips found yours, one of his hands holding steady to the back of your head as he kissed you with a passion that knocked the wind out of you. The blanket slipped to the floor as he shifted his body to push himself further against you, his other hand splayed out across your lower back and pulling your body to curve with his as if he couldn't stand being even a single millimetre apart any longer. Your hands grasped at his broad shoulders as you fell back against the soft cushioning of the couch, Junmin's hand that was once behind your head now propping himself up over you as his lips relentlessly stole the air from your lungs. His still wet bangs fell over your forehead and forced a shiver up through your body as you gasped for air. You squeezed Junmin's shoulder and he finally took his lips off of yours, only to trail hot kisses over your cheek, jawline, and down your neck. Your stomach tingled and flipped with every press of his needy lips to your skin, his own breaths coming out in gasps like he was drowning. You brought a hand up into Junmin's hair and grazed your nails over his scalp, earning a soft groan from him before he pulled at the neckline of your shirt and sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. You couldn't help but gasp, tugging at his hair gently and shutting your eyes tightly as he began sucking a mark onto your skin. He disconnected after about a minute, not like you were in the right mindset to register the passing of time, his lips separating from your shoulder with a wet smack and you opened your eyes to see him looking down at his work with a dark gaze unlike anything you'd seen on him before.

“...Mine…” he whispered softly before meeting your eyes once again. He quickly began kissing over your cheeks again as if he was addicted to the way your skin felt against his lips.

“Junmin…” You mumbled, trying to get his attention as your brain began to go into overdrive.

“Junmin!” You exclaimed, patting his shoulder like a wrestler tapping out, and he suddenly pulled back with a startle.

“H-Huh? W-what? What's wrong?”

His face was so red and he was breathing so heavily you were worried he might pass out. You ran a hand softly through his hair as you stuttered shyly.

“...Um…does this mean…you like me too…?”

You finally saw some light enter back into his deep gaze as he giggled softly before leaning his forehead lovingly against yours.

“...What do you think?”

You couldn't help but giggle, your heart filling with pure joy and excitement as you pressed a smiley kiss onto his lips, receiving a surprised squeak in response. He chuckled softly as you pulled away before dropping his head into the crook of your neck comfortably.

“...I really like you…” He muttered, as if to assure you exactly what he felt and you felt your heart swell. You combed your fingers through his hair slowly, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you that you had craved for so long.

“Well I really really really really like you…” you responded in a whispered tone, feeling a shiver run down his neck from your words. He went silent for a few moments before breathing a hot breath against your neck.

“...Can we continue where we left off?” He muttered before lifting his head and looking down at your lips with a newly sparked fire in his eyes. To be honest, you wanted nothing more, but you also felt like teasing him a little.

“...Guess we're not watching that movie anymore.” You mumbled with an exaggerated pout. Almost immediately, he reached down to the floor and found the remote that'd been knocked off within the chaos of your passionate kiss. He quickly rewound the movie back to the beginning and paused it before placing the remote of the coffee table and cupping your face with his hand.

“There…” he huffed, already bringing his lips to meet yours again. You giggled softly.

“You're so-”

“Cute” was what you were going to say before the word was swallowed by his lips, and you were way too in love with him to care.

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[cassiebones]

Señor Scratchy

I think Agatha's rabbit (probably also her Familiar) is centuries old. In fact, I think maybe Rio or Nicky is the one who brought him home. Maybe both of them together.

Now we know that Nicky was older than a baby or a toddler, I'm imagining him playing outside, behind their house, slightly into the woods, and finding a little baby bunny next to a deceased mom and siblings. He calls out for his mothers and Rio is closest so she comes running. This is her son, after all, and nobody fucks with her kid.

She gets to him and finds Nicky cradling this weeks-old little bunny, who is shivering, he's so scared and confused. He points out the mom bunny and the siblings, all of whom are dead. He knows his Mama's job and asks her if she has to take the bunny souls now.

Rio strokes his hair and shakes her head. "No," she says, "their souls are already departed, and I'm not the one who does that job. I only help the humans who die."

He nods in understanding, still stroking the baby bunny in his arms. "Well, what's gonna happen to this one? Is he gonna die, too? I don't want him to die." Tears fill his eyes and Rio panics a bit, trying to comfort him.

"He won't die," she says, "if we take care of him, right? Come on, let's bring him inside and see if we can find something for him to eat."

Nicky brightens at that and follows her into the house. Agatha is reading in the living room and she takes one look at the bunny and says, "no. absolutely not."

"But, Mommy!" Nicky whines. "He's all alone."

"I'm sure his mother is missing him," Agatha says, closing her book, waving him off. "She's probably somewhere in the woods, searching frantically for him." Rio shakes her head behind their son's back, signing the death symbol.

"She's dead," Nicky says, sadly. "So are his brothers and sisters. He's really all alone. He needs a family."

"Besides," Rio adds, "we've already given him a name. Right, Nicky?" She nudges him when he gives her a look of confusion before realization dawns on him.

"Yeah!" he agrees. "Of course! His name is...uh...Scratchy!"

"Señor Scratchy," Agatha says. "He's a certified Scratch!"

"Scratchy Scratch?" Agatha huffs, raising one eyebrow.

"Señor Scratchy Scratch," Nicky says, hugging him closer to his chest. The bunny cuddles under his collar and starts to nibble. "And he's hungry!" he says. "Do we have any carrots?"

"Yes," Agatha says, "but I was saving them to make us some rabbit stew." She widens her eyes teasingly at her son, making him pout as he turns away with his new pet in his arms. She snorts and shakes her head. "But that one's too small for a good stew, isn't he? Need to fatten him up a little more." She sighs. "Fine," she says, "you can keep him...but just until he's big enough to feed the three of us. Okay?"

Nicky rolls his eyes even as he nods. "Okay," he says, looking down at Señor Scratchy. "You're gonna love it here, buddy," he says, walking into the kitchen. "Mommy and Mama are really nice, even when they make mean jokes." He eyes Agatha over his shoulder as she rolls her eyes and laughs. Rio steps up behind her, wrapping her arms around Agatha's waist and resting her chin on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Did you really have to bring home an animal that you know is going to die," Agatha murmurs.

"You don't know he's gonna die," Rio huffs. "I think he has a fighting chance, especially with Nicky on his side. That kid is relentless."

"Did you at least pick up Scratchy's family for supper?"

"You seriously think your son who just adopted a bunny is going to eat rabbit stew right now?"

Agatha shrugged. "We could tell him it's beef. He won't know the difference."

"You are a terrific mother," Rio laughs, holding her more tightly.

"Takes one to know one," Agatha retorts, turning to press her lips to Rio's.

"Eww gross!" They turn to see Nicky standing in the doorway, his eyes tightly closed as Scratchy nibbles on a carrot. "Ignore them, Señor Scratchy," Nicky says. "They do that a lot."

[chronicowboy]

temptation tuesday

tagged by @try-set-me-on-fire (i have such a big fat creative crush on you btw) <333

so i am trying to focus on my original fiction (my queer (mainly wlw) pirate novel, my play called GENDERENVY, my sitcom about my evil hellhound of a dog) for my last summer before i graduate but obviously fic is an unmoving parasite on my brain so you can have a little extract of the fic i most want to write but absolutely cannot continue for some reason:

Somebody sits down beside him. A woman of around his age who is beautiful—no other way to put it—and only vaguely familiar like an itch in the back of his skull. She's short, probably wouldn't even reach his shoulders if they were to stand, pale skin and a freckled face, piercing green eyes and red hair so dark it almost looks purple until the sunlight catches it. She smiles at him when she catches him looking, something searching on her face like she's trying to place him just as much as he's trying to place her.

"Oh, you're Buck, right?" she asks with a dazzling moment of realisation. "Christopher's dad?"

Ah.

"Oh, um, no, not exactly," he mumbles. "I mean, yes, I'm Buck, and I'm here for Christopher." He wrinkles his nose at himself, squinting slightly in the glare of the afternoon sun. "Not, like, here for him here, you know? I'm not, like, kidnapping him. And I'm not-not his dad?" He clears his throat and glances back at the entrance, checking his watch as his leg starts to bounce. "I mean, I'm not his dad. I'm his dad's best friend. And Christopher's best friend too." She tilts her head at him, eyes narrowing with a scrutiny that only makes the words keep coming. "But, uh, not in, like, a no responsibility way. I'm also kind of his guardian? Or, well, not yet. That only ever happens if Eddie dies. Which, um." He swallows loudly, fear bitter as bile and thick as mucus in the back of his throat. "Fingers crossed that that won't happen." There's an awkward laugh as Buck rubs at the back of his neck. "I'm..." He sighs, shoulders drooping. "I'm Christopher's Buck."

When he turns back to her, he's expecting her own awkward smile or amused laugh; that's normally how these things unfold. Although Buck has never quite beefed it that spectacularly before. Instead, when he returns his attention to her, there's a dazed sort of understanding on her face. That's when he sees a glimpse of her with one of Christopher's friends at the last bake sale.

"You're Charlotte's mom, right?" he asks, immediately cursing himself when her cheeks turn red in much the same way he's sure his did at her own assumptions.

(Ass = you and me, Buck thinks.)

"I'm, um, Dina." She introduces herself with a nervous nod, folding her arms over her chest. "Charlotte's mom's best friend," she clarifies with a meaningful look. "And Charlotte's best friend. And, also, a kind of co-parent, I guess?" She bites her lip and looks over at the school doors just like he had. "Legal guardian in the event of Morgan's death too." She nods once again, short and sharp and final, turning to him with something scared and hopeful on her face. "Are you in love with Eddie?"

Before Buck can even splutter in reply, the school bell rings and the doors fly open on a crowd of over-excited children ready to go home and watch TV or play video games until their heads hurt. Buck should probably be looking for Chris, but he can't tear his wide eyes away from Dina's anxious anticipation as she waits for an answer.

"W-what?" he breathes out. For all of these misunderstandings he's been through, even outside of the school, nobody has ever called him out on it before. "I'm not... Why would you... He's not... We're not—"

"Oh, thank God." She sighs happily, a sad grin stretching across her face. "I'm in love with mine too."

tagging my usual lovely legends @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @diazass @danielsousa @alyxmastershipper if u have anything to share <3

[bruciemilf]

,,,, russian bruce wayne

Russian Bruce Wayne

RUSSIAN BRUCE WAYNE -

Listen. Listen. Not fully compacted into something coherent, but I'll do my best, because this idea has been haunting me, -

SO he's russian on his mother's side!! Martha Wayne immigrated in America when she was a teenager, nothing to her name but hope in her chest and her mother's pearl necklace in her pocket

She always got ugly looks for speaking in her native language and her accent. Slowly, it melted into something perfectly English, but she still spoke Russian at home and especially to Bruce

Little Bruce loved Baba Yaga as a kid and dressed like her for Halloween every single year; Nobody really understood it, but a glare from Alfred was enough to fill a bag full of candy

Martha and Bruce would talk shit in front of Thomas' faux philanthropist friends, but they were on wildly different spectrums

Martha, whispering: You see that man, Brucie? He sold his soul to greed. He's a worm of a human and his morals are rotten. That's why his eyes are dead

Bruce: haha, he's balding at 25

Martha, Alfred, and Bruce cooking beef stroganoff, syriniki, borscht, and Bruce's absolute favorite- pirozhki.

Martha also played the piano and LOVED Swan Lake so, so much. It was the one song that calmed Bruce during night terrors.

When he reaches eight, it all stops.

He eventually reconnects with his Russian roots in his 20s, when he's in college and his literature teacher shares a DISRESPECTFULLY incorrect opinion about one of Dostoevsky's works.

His teacher scoffed, " Well. Didn't know we had a Russian citizen here. "

" Not a citizen, but I AM a Russian descendent. My mother was an immigrant. That's kind of how America was formed. It's a pretty significant thing that happened."

Imagine you're a Gotham criminal and Batman starts muttering things about you in Russian. Somehow that's even more intimidating than anything he does.

" I can't believe they're more afraid of someone who doesn't speak English than a guy who beats up people dressed as a bat."

Alfred hums, sloooowly pulling away the vodka cereal Bruce made. " I can't imagine why. You're the poster child for mental health, sir."

" Not funny, papachka"

" For you."

When Dick is brought into the nest, Bruce struggles a bit with showing his affections; He only has money to offer, but Dick is happily uninterested in that, and seeks Bruce out instead.

BRUCE ABSOLUTELY SPENDS AN ENTIRE NIGHT TRYING TO PERFECT HIS MOTHER'S BAKLAVA FOR DICK!!

yes he's supposed to be on patrol. No, he doesn't care, Jim. It's all worth it when Dick takes a single bite and he has stars in his eyes and vines his little but strong arms around him, " this is PERFECT! Thank you so much, dad"

Air freezes in his blood, " ... Of course, ptichka."

He absolutely uses russian proverbs all the time (mostly when his children need to be reprimanded and reminded that making jokes is illegal when they're on duty)

JASON AND BRUCE FIGHTING OVER TRANSLATIONS AND CONTEXT IN ENGLISH ADAPTATIONS OF SLAVIC LITERATURE!

" PAPI, THAT'S NOT WHAT THEY MEANT TO SAY!"

" MISKHA I'M SO GRATEFUL YOUR GRANDMA ISN'T HERE, BECAUSE SHE'D DIE AGAIN IF SHE HEARD YOU SAY THAT!"

Damian 100000% prides himself on knowing russian and communicating with Bruce the smoothest.

It becomes a competition soon enough. Bruce is SO tired but the way they butcher words is funny, so he just pretends they're right.

The League finds out when Bruce snaps and calls Hal Cyka in a low, angry mutter while stomping away from his stupidity. " ... Bless you? What did he call me?"

Diana, struggling so hard not to laugh. " He said you were a genius."

" Huh. Had no idea he was French."

Meanwhile Clark is losing HIS shit because wow, Bruce's russian might be the hottest thing he ever heard. Please, this dork would absolutely try to learn Russian and talk to Bruce more.

He's absolutely horrible with it but Bruce is just very excited. He definetly chuckles (which. Wow. Clark couldn't even make him GRIN 3 weeks ago) " You just asked me if I sleep with my dentist."

" ...Oh. I...Was trying to ask you for drinks. You can kill me right now. Please?"

" Maybe another time, solnyshko. Take me for a drink first."

Clark inhales. " oKaY thank yoU."

[luveline]

hi jade !!! i absolutely adore ur fics of eddie n r with kids they’re always so cute :((( like they fr warm my heart sm !!

if ur still taking requests could u pls write smn w r and roan coloring eddie’s tattoos? it’s totally cool if not !! much luv 🫶🫶🫶

hi yes of course tysm for ur request 🥺

You're curled up on the small couch with your head in a book when Roan runs full pelt into the living room. Eddie, sitting on the floor with his hair tickling your thigh, opens his arms to catch her.

"God, you're a bombshell," he complains as she lands, "and where have your socks gone?"

She digs her feet into him and laughs, a move that shows very much who's daughter she is.

She's not big enough to do any damage and still Eddie whines, turning his face to you to beg for some saving. "She's making ground beef out of my legs."

"You're made of beef?" you ask mildly, turning a yellowed page. "Like a cow."

"Moo," Roan says.

Eddie feels at once like he's been gravely insulted and proud of her for remembering what animal makes what sound. He settles on glaring at her until she moo's again, and then stroking her hair behind her ears with a sigh.

"Your hair is getting soooo long, mini me. Do you wanna haircut?" He pretends to snip at her hair with his fingers.

You actually close your book at that. "It's beautiful. I love how even when it's brushed the ends stay lovely and curled. And when you do the ringlets," you praise, sounding dreamy. You rake your fingers through Eddie's hair and goosebumps race down his arms. "Just like her dad's."

You kiss the top of his head and then stand. "I'm gonna heat up that soup I brought, okay?"

He reaches out to stroke your leg as you go.

Roan hums a song under his head, hands on his arm. She tickles his bicep without meaning to and he giggles like an idiot, wrapping his arms around her back to restrain her.

"You didn't answer my question," he tells her.

"Question?" she says. It's a mouthful of a word for her, he's surprised she can get through it.

"You want a haircut? It's almost to your tummy." An exaggeration. It's just below her chest. "If you cut it all your curls would come back."

"Like daddy's?"

"Kind of."

Roan hums some more and then climbs out of his lap without answering his question. He takes it as a no, anyhow, and isn't surprised. Her hair looks lovely either way, he'd just wanted to express that she has the choice.

Abandoned, Eddie closes his eyes and drops his head into the space where you'd been. He loves Sunday's like this because the cleaning's been done, Roan's clothes have been washed, and all there is to do is sit and listen to his two girls making noise. You flit back and forth in the kitchen buffeted by the sounds of cooking, the smell of soup rich and enough to make his stomach ache. How nice, to be cooked for. Roan bumps around in her bedroom.

"Do you want me to go out and get some bread?" he calls.

"There's enough!" you call back. "Grilled cheese en route."

"Oh god," he murmurs, voice quiet and thick with delight, "I'm spoiled beyond my wildest dreams here. Blessed, even, I-"

His dramatics are cut short by Roan once again catapulting into his lap. He groans at the impact, screwing his eyes closed to play dead.

A cold wetness moves over his skin. He worries she's spit on him, but then Roan presses a little harder and the nib of a pen becomes clear. He peels his eyes open and finds her colouring the puppet with her washables.

Roan couldn't care less at his condition, he finds, her small hands on his arm and turning so she can see the puppeteer and his demon. He'd worried when she was a baby that one day she'd get scared of his tattoos. They're not the most kid-friendly he could have chosen when he was nineteen.

Despite plans for a small 'R' somewhere safe, he hasn't had a tattoo since she was born. Money has either been too tight or too sacred; how could he spend it on himself? There's always dolls and houses and dresses to buy, always ice cream and days out and things she needs.

She's chosen a soft pink. His skin is just pale enough to show it.

"Whatcha doing?" he asks redundantly.

"Colouring."

"I can see that. Any reason?"

"I like pink most."

"I can see that, too," he says. Roan swaps one pink for another. She doesn't try very hard to stay in the lines and he's not bothered. When she colours the puppeteer's hand in a fiercer purple he's actually quite impressed.

"That is beautiful," he says, giving the top of her arm a squeeze.

"'Nother one?" she asks.

He bradishes his other arm. "Please, baby."

She tries to colour the bats in green and pink, almost like flowers. It doesn't really work, as they're almost solid blocks of colour, but it's a valiant effort and he thanks her for it with a sloppy kiss to her cheek.

She loves it, giving him one in return. The pen in her hand leaves a long line up his neck as she ducks in.

Roan pulls away with a beaming smile.

He takes a chance and cups her face in his hand. Or rather, his thumb, because her face is tiny. "Thank you, Roan. You're a good drawer, you know? You're really good."

She smiles some more, shy and happy and adorable. He's shocked at how lovely she is whilst looking like him. It doesn't make any sense at all.

"Roan, you want grilled cheese, princess?" you call.

Eddie caps her pen and pulls her up into his arms. She takes it for a cuddle and hugs him as he carries her to the kitchen, all heavy and sweet in the nook of his neck.

"My girl's an artist."

You melt at the sight. Table set and dinner plated, you throw the hand towel over your shoulder and stand as close to him as you can. "Nice tattoos, handsome," you say.

"She is! Yes. Maybe I can have some tattoos after dinner," you say, voice taking on the bubble affect of parentese.

"Yes!" Roan shouts.

"I think we're agreed," Eddie drawls. "Now for our feast. Thank you, my lady."

You flick his shoulder. "Yeah, you're welcome, hotshot."

-

more eddie and roan

[love-toxin]

You’d defo be like I told you not to eat those three day old leftovers and he just moans more into you, wrapping his hands round his face even though he’s buried his head into your tummy, while your nice feeling hand is rubbing his. Definitely gives off all the small whines and sounds and maybe if it’s really bad gets a little sparkly eyed, looking up at you sadly and you just melt at his puppy eyes, doing absolutely anything to make your baby boy feel better

im absolutely weak 🥺

"you know I hate to say I told you so, but...told you so, honey. I knew that beef had gone bad."

he moans from within the confines of your stomach, face squished against it to block out everything but you. he's been laid out on his side on the sofa for at least an hour now, halfway into the fetal position with his knees pulled up almost to his hips, and one of his only comforts has been your hands on him--one of which is in his hair, stroking his curls and pulling them back from his sweaty neck, and the other having pulled up his shirt to bunch it around his chest so you can rub his belly in slow circles. the warmth helps, and so does your voice, even when it's gently reprimanding him. and Eddie's got his arms locked around your hips to keep you from leaving, even though you wouldn't think of it when he's in such a tender state, especially since it was your cooking that he had insisted on eating despite being reminded that it was way past expiration and should be thrown out instead.

but Eddie's comfortable with you, more comfortable than he can be with any other human being on this earth--more comfortable than anyone he's ever been with period. which is why he can choose to be vulnerable with you, to drop the theatrics he so often uses as a shield to deflect the stuff that really hurts, and sometimes make decisions that will really hurt him because he knows you'll be there to get through it with him.

"feel like a fuckin' garbage factory..." he pipes up, and mere moments after he trails off, an absolutely foul burp erupts from his throat along with an "oh, god" that almost makes you laugh, if not for how wretched the smell is that comes after it.

"you definitely stink like it!" you can't help a chuckle at least, but your hands don't stop caressing him, and if anything the one on his belly grows more firm as you try to calm that bloating that he's been cranky about for the last half hour. "did that feel better, baby boy?"

"don't call me that," he pouts, despite snuggling deeper into you and holding you even tighter. "m' your prince....your hero..."

"yes you are. my sweet prince who's stronger than any best before date."

"damn fuckin' right. I'm a badaaaaasss." if he could, you have no doubt he would be flexing his arm just to draw a giggle out of you, cause he's always teasing like that--but it seems like that self-inflicting joke is all he has the energy for, because he slumps into your hold and moves barely an inch once the words leave his mouth. you're certain he's tired, must be exhausted from his body fighting against him for that incredibly sweet if not very dumb decision.

so with nothing more to say, you keep touching his hair, keep massaging his tummy to keep away that horrendous ache that hopefully won't keep him up all night--because god knows that if it does, you're gonna have an even grumpier boyfriend tomorrow morning who's gonna demand even more cuddles to heal him.

[tarohemianrocketmanapsody]

Homeward Bound - Chapter 5.

Prologue.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

A filler chapter if you will, stay strapped in because next chapter it’s allll blowing up in the most delicious way possible.

Chapter 5.

There was a lot of beef she had with the U.S. military, top of the list being them perpetually taking the men she cared about away from her. But today, sitting at her bar and watching the Navy’s finest get oiled up and attack, ‘play’, one another on the beach, she was feeling pretty damn patriotic. Her and her mom had made a pitcher of margaritas and settled down on the porch for the occasion.

Jake had tipped her off to a game happening today over text, still trying to make up for cock blocking her the other night because she had stopped sharing her baked goods with him as punishment, and she was quick to call her mom and tell her to grab a few books and meet her down at the Hard Deck. They had arrived earlier than the boys and actually enjoyed their respective books in a content silence for awhile, both reading their respective romance novels (smut) and enjoying the summer sun. However, when the men had started to arrive, the books went down pretty damn quickly and enjoyed the view.

It had been a few days since their date, and she was steadily losing her mind. He had been busy with work, which she preferred because she would rather him master whatever it was he had to do for the mission versus fucking around with her, but she missed him. It had been a steady stream of texts, some more wholesome than others, and her impatience was at an all time high. Yes, she wanted him, badly, more than she even thought possible with the absolute filth he was texting her over the last few days while she was working. But it was more than that, she just… missed him. Missed leaning into him, feeling his touch, looking at him and knowing what he was thinking, teasing him. It made her feel insane, especially considering they had technically only had one night of time spent with him in 6 years, but it was a painful tease and made her heart constrict when she thought about what was going to happen in a month when this mission was over. Her stomach started to hurt and she wasn’t sure if it was the margs or the unclear future in regards to them, but avoidance was one of her best (worst) talents and she was going to cross that bridge when they got there.

Her neck tingled and she smiled, knew he was here before he even announced himself. A hard body pressed behind her and she tilted her head back, their bodies in sync with each other, to receive a kiss on her cheek while two strong arms wrapped around her stomach and pulled her back until they might as well be one.

“Hi Baby,” he whispered into her ear, kissing her jaw and she had to fight the urge not to melt back into him, to expose her neck and let him have his way with her right in front of her mom.

He shifted, moving her with him, turning to face her mom, “Hi Penny, you’re looking quite beautiful today.”

“I almost wouldn’t recognize you if you weren’t wrapped around my daughter Brad, but that is always your tell tale sign. Margarita?”

Wow, her Mom was in a good mood today, likely had something to do with the fact that Mav had just pulled up.

“I could’ve recognized you anywhere Penny, you’re like a summer wind on a dry desert day, but I’ll have to turn down your generous offer just this once, have to be in fighting shape to show these boy’s how it’s done out there. Speaking of, would you mind helping oil me up babe? It’s Top Gun tradition.”

Her and her mom seemed to be in sync too because both of their eyes rolled back at the same time, but still she took the oil that he dropped in her hand and turned around, straddling the bench in front of him. Jesus, it was almost pornographic. He had a faded blue Hawaiian shirt perched on his shoulders over his bare chest. Letting her eyes trail slowly down his torso she eyed the Jean cutoff shorts for longer than she cared to admit, for a brief, insane second almost wishing she was them so she could hug his thigh like that. The other night danced behind her eyes, the way she had straddled his thigh, the friction of his jeans. She had to remind herself for the second time today that her mother was right there.

“Nothing says Naval men like getting oiled up and tackling each other, I wonder if the Navy knows just how homoerotic their traditions are,” she said, not looking Bradley in the eye as she pushed the Hawaiian shirt off of his shoulders and got to work trying to apply the oil as quickly as possible, couldn’t let herself get too distracted by him in this environment (not that it had stopped her before).

Her hands went up to his shoulders and she wished they were in a different situation where she could be gripping his shoulders, preferably in a bed with him hovering over her but as the days passed she was getting more and more convinced that the fates that be were intent on her not getting laid. Her hands strayed down to his muscled chest and she might have spent a little more time than necessary rubbing the oil in, she was just really passionate about an even tan y’know. His hand reached up and covered hers, splaying her fingers out over her heart and stroking the back of her hand with his finger.

“Get it all rubbed in sweetheart?”

She let her hand sit over his heart for a just a second, let herself feel his heartbeat and remind herself that he was here, that this was real, until she pushed him away and went behind to finish up his back. He always got her off track.

“What I should be rubbing in is sunscreen, I don’t know why you guys seem to think you’re exempt from sunburns, when you’re all red and in pain tonight don’t come crying to me.”

He opened up his mouth to respond, but just as he did both Maverick and Jake arrived arrived on the scene.

“Hey Pen, hey kid. Hi Bradshaw.”

“Heyyy Mama Pen.”

She felt his body tense up underneath her, watched him ball up his Hawaiian in his hands she had taken off before hopping up, putting his shirt in her hands and kissing her forehead before stepping away to the beach.

“Watch this for me will you babe?”

She didn’t get a chance to respond, he was already running off, catching a ball from one of the other pilots that had been playing catch on the beach. She looked between Maverick and back to him. Weird.

“Hey Mav,” she said, giving him a hug until Jake came up and wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling , “I hoping you’re kicking their asses and showing them what a real pilot looks like.”

She dodged the elbow in the stomach Jake sent her way.

“Oh I think they’re learning their lessons pretty well, had to take them to school and show them how it was done but I think they’re catching on. Now I have to teach them how to properly play dog fight football, it’s gonna be a beautiful day.”

She watched her mom smile up at him like he was probably the most interesting thing to exist, and she wondered if this is how she looked at Bradley. Her heart was so full knowing that her mom finally had him back in her life, knew it had been all she had wanted for most of her adult life, and hoped to god he finally broke his terrible streak of leaving broken hearts behind as he rode away on his bike.

Jake squeezed her to him as she watched her mom and Maverick smile and flirt with each other. She smiled up at him. He knew what this meant to her, had known her mom their entire friendship, had listened to her whine and debrief her mom and dad’s entire relationship with no lack of bitterness, and had heard plenty about her wayward love who always seemed to be the one who got away.

“Will you help me oil up or will lover boy try to shoot me out of the sky if you touch my, much bigger than his, chest.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed the oil from the table, gesturing him to sit down in the spot Bradley had just evacuated.

“It’s not Bradley you had to worry about,” she said, gathering up the oil on the hands and spreading it across his chest and shoulders, flicking some at his face when he smiled up at her, “I’ll let your ass unevenly tan if you ever cock block me again bagman. However, you’re too cute to stay mad at, so I’ll let it slide just this once. I’m shocked though, I would think there was someone else you would want to do this.”

Both of their eyes inadvertently drifted to Bob who had just arrived in the cutest little shirt she had ever seen, a white patch of sunscreen on his nose. Her kind of guy.

“I think he’s scared of me,” he said glumly leaning back while she lathered up his shoulders before turning around on the bench at her instruction.

“Why don’t you try being nice instead of an asshole, that helps. Normally at this point you would’ve had him bent over behind the bar.”

“I’m off of my game. We don’t even know if he likes me, it’s not like I have given him a lot of reasons to.”

It was so endearing she had to resist the urge to hug him. So, she grabbed his face and made him look at her instead, also using the moment to get sunscreen on his face because she would be damned if BOTH of her boys were sunburned. Bradley had sulked away before she was able to get sunscreen on him and she hoped what she expected would be a future sunburn wouldn’t damper his already darkening mood.

“Who couldn’t like you,” she said, and they both almost laughed at that because the answer was a LOT of people, “But trust me, with the way he has been looking at you, I think you have a good shot. I’ll take care of the shirt issue, you stand by with the sunscreen and oil.”

She didn’t wait for his response before she turned around and grabbed the margarita pitcher from the table, approaching Bob.

“Hi! I don’t think we have had a chance to meet yet, I’m Jake’s friend.”

He smiled and immediately stuck his hand out. She was already picturing him and Jake’s wedding.

“Oh yeah! I’ve seen you at the bar and I’ve been wanting to say hi. You seem to be Hangman’s only friend, so I know you must have a lot of patience. You’re Rooster’s girl too right? He has a picture of you in his cockpit.”

Something warm and soft bloomed in her stomach and she let herself look at Bradley playing catch with the other pilots, literally glistening in the sun and so much so in his element surrounded by other people. Her boy.

“Yeah, something like that,” she replied, still smiling at Bradley.

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to imply-“

She cut him off before he could work himself up into an apology over unnecessary things. Her and Bradley had not yet talked titles, but she would be hard pressed to think of a time in her life when she wasn’t Bradley’s girl, even when they were apart.

“You’re more than okay, I just can’t let it get to his head how lucky he is to have me, Jake is already unbearable at times because I’m his best friend, Bradley’s ego has to be kept in check to make him bearable for everyone else. I just wanted to come over and introduce myself and offer you a margarita before everyone started playing,” she said, offering up the pitcher to him and letting it ~accidentally~ slosh too much, staining the front of his shirt.

“Oh my god I am so sorry, we actually have a washer and dryer in the Hard Deck I can take this back right now and get the stain out while you play and have it ready for you for when you’re done!”

“That would be great, thank you so much,” he responded, stripping off his shirt and damn, the computer geek had a 6 pack. She peeked back at Jake and saw him flat out staring. She was a genius.

“You might want to put on some sunscreen, I have been known to take on some second and third degree burns and no amount of alcohol can offset the pain of that believe me. The boys all like tanning oil, but trust me in 3 hours they’re not going to be a fan. Jake has some sunscreen over there,” she called, already heading back into the bar and not giving him a chance to argue. She went and stain washed the shirt and threw it in the wash and walked back out to peek at the boys. Jake was putting sunscreen on Bob’s back and shoulders, letting his massive hands rest on his shoulders and the back of his neck for a little too long before running them down his back, seemingly taking extra time and care to really rub in the sunscreen. Bob’s face was so red it looked like he was already burnt.

“You’re a mastermind,” her mom said as she sat back down and watched the boys. Jake had finally finished and him and Bob seemed to be making small talk, Bob actually smiling, smiling!, until a football whizzed at Jake and hit him hard in the chest.

“You’re captain for your team Seresin,” Rooster said, a hard edge in his voice as he glared at Jake.

“Yeah I’m something,” she responded to her mom, the boys being shirtless and gorgeous a little less fun with Bradley having a storm cloud over his head, “Confused is mostly what I am right now.”

“I’m not sure what you’re so confused about, it’s pretty obvious that Bradley is jealous of Jake and trying to stake his claim over you, even your neck concealer is sweating off,” her mom said, dodging the napkin she threw at her and pouring more margaritas for them from a new pitcher that magically reappeared.

“No that one is fairly obvious,” she said, flashing a smile at her mom and leaning back to enjoy the view of the Navy’s finest going in on each other in a little “friendly” competition, “It’s even a little fun. I don’t get him and Maverick, Mav was basically a second father and now he can’t even be around him without flinching. Has he said anything to you?”

“No, but you know how he is, his loyalty runs deep, whatever happened he’s not going to be the one to talk about it,” her mom responded, her eyes following Mav’s every move. She wondered if that is how her and Bradley looked to other people.

She took another sip of her drink, and, feeling bold being four drinks in, decided to ask her mom a question she had been holding in for years.

“Do you regret being with Dad?” Do you regret having me when you could have had Maverick?

Her mom’s eyes didn’t leave the beach, but she imagined she looked wistful.

“I don’t have any regrets. I think everything happens for a reason. Even though your father and I got married for the wrong reasons, I did love him, even if I wasn’t in love with him. We were happy for a time. If I had a chance to do it all over again, I wouldn’t. We had you, and you were all I ever really wanted or needed. I… love Maverick, have loved him for most of my life really, but that wasn’t our time to be together, he wasn’t ready even if he wanted to be.”

She let that sit for a minute, ruminating for a time before responding. Her Mom and Dad’s relationship had always been rocky at best for as long as she remembered, it was hard to imagine they had ever been happy. It was partially was contributed to her hesitation with Bradley, her dad left at a young age, couldn’t get over the fact that while her Mom loved him, she was in love with someone else. He left BOTH of them, remarried, and she heard from him twice a year at birthdays and Christmas. If a man who is supposed to love her unconditionally could leave, there was nothing stopping Bradley from doing the same. He already had once, even if it was the right thing for both of them.

“Do you wish you and Maverick had more of a chance to do life together?” They missed 20+ years together. It made her shudder to think of that happening to her and Bradley.

“Right before your dad and I got married he actually asked me to go away with him. I considered it, but this area is my home, I’ve never been as restless as him and I knew that while he loved me he wasn’t ready to settle down and have structure and stability, and his job didn’t offer that either. I couldn’t ask him to give up what he loved, so I gave up what I loved. I don’t regret that either. He has lived his life and now I think we’ll get to have our time. I had you. And your dad is flawed, but he loves you too. Why do you ask?”

Mav had asked her mom to run away. This was the first she had heard about it. It put her in a whole new light. She had always seen her mom as this sad character who never escaped her hometown, was always watching the man she loved walk away from her. But, she had chosen her life, had been smarter than even she had been at that age and realized how much she loved this place (and that it wasn’t as much of a prison as she had once thought). She had been selfless, had put his thoughts and feelings over his. It was incredibly humbling, and made her feel guilty for all of the years she had spent hoping she wouldn’t become like her mom when she was younger. All she hoped now was that she would eventually become as wise and strong as her mom.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, watching Bradley play. They were all having a blast, even Jake. Bradley had somehow become the unofficial leader of his team and he had a smile on his face as they all seemed to just tackle each other, giving up the pretense of playing for score long ago. Maverick was tackled and he offered a hand to him, but walked away as soon as he was back on his feet. “We haven’t talked about what happens when this mission is over. We haven’t even talked about what we are to each other. His job doesn’t exactly provide stability either, and… this is my home. There was a time that I wanted nothing more than to leave and never come back, but I’m happiest when I’m here. I could never ask him to give up flying, but I also don’t know how long I can bare him flying away from me either.”

Her mom reached over and squeezed her hand.

“Anyone who has ever spent any time with the two of you know just how that boy feels about you. You could tell him the sky is green and he would agree just because it’s you. I know you still are hurt by what happened all of this years ago, but I know that when you’re honest with yourself you know it was what needed to happen for you both to grow up and follow your dreams. You both have decisions to make soon, but I trust that he will make whichever one is right for the both of you together, not just him. I don’t think he’s going to let you slip away a second time."

She looks back out at him, sees the sun glinting off the gold ring he still wore on his thumb. That was the thing, she didn’t think he would either.

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She was on her 6th drink and she was way past the point of drunk. Her mom had gone some time ago, going inside to prep the bar for that night. Maverick had trailed in after her. Her book laid untouched on the table and she had taken to catcalling the boys as they played football, flirting with anyone who would respond. She didn’t know if Bradley was turning red from the sun or from anger, it was cute.

She didn’t know what time it was, was pretty to content to die on that beach watching her boy dance around shirtless, but he seemed to have other plans, marching to her table and grabbing his shirt in one hand, and her in the other, throwing her over his shoulder.

“You’re coming with me.”

“Hey wait a minute I wasn’t done watching the game,” she argued, but she had to shut her mouth because suddenly the world was upside down as she was over her shoulder and she was afraid of what would happen if she spoke. She settled with letting her nails trail down his sexy, tanned back, before gripping his perky ass that had been teasing her all day. She had been in worse positions.

He strolled to what looked like his car and wrenched the door open, sliding into the car and throwing his Hawaiian shirt on the passenger seat haphazardly, maneuvering her on his lap until she was straddling his lap just like she had a few nights ago. One hand buried itself in her hair and pulled tight while the other one gripped her face. Hard.

“You have some damn nerve.”

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A/N: Yeahhhh this chapter was supposed to be much longer but I’m traveling and wanted to get something out for y’all. Kinda a nice little character building filler because next chapter is a going to be a HAUL and spoiler… we will be getting some ground shaking smut AND conflict that is going to carry us into the next leg of this fic, so we have stuff to look forward to. Not sure if anyone is even still interested, but hey if you’re feeling so inclined a like and a comment is always nice to make my day :). Not my best chapter, but I have the entire ending planned out in my head and I write chronologically so I’m dying trying to get where I want to go. I’ll be out of country traveling for 2 weeks so we’ll see when updates happen! Stay w/ me & I hope y’all are looking forward to next chapter like I am ;)

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Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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Rock N Roll People In A Disco World

Chapter 15: Silent Disco

Part 1: Bump In The Road

Summary: Adjusting to being a family of four is proving to be a little harder than you or Disco anticipated

Warnings: Language, adult themes, smut (18+ NSFW)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 5.5k

Main Masterlist // Rock N Roll People Masterlist

Ch 14

Paul scoured the house for his biggest little man. He'd looked all over only to find his young son in the backyard with Woody.

“CJ? What you doing out here on your own, buddy? Where’s Mommy?”

"Wif Jack Jack, he's crying again."

Paul sighed, “yeah, his mouth hurts.” His eyes then flicked to the pool, the safety fence he was halfway through putting up around it taunting him a little as he hadn’t managed to finish it in the two weeks he’d said he would. “But I don’t like you being out here alone, not with the pool so close.”

“But I don’t go nears it, daddy. You says not to unless yous or mommy heres.”

"Okay, bud. Just come back in and we can see if Mama needs anything."

"No." Connor folded his arms over his chest with a petulant pout.

“Connor, come on.” Disco groaned, “please pal, don’t do this. Not today.”

"I don't wanna."

Paul sighed, Connor had been acting out on and off for the last two weeks or so. At two months, give or take, near of his third birthday, he seemed to have taken the so called terrible two stage to the absolute next level.

But much like his daddy, mini-Disco was a stubborn force to be reckoned with, and the more you both challenged him the more stubborn he became. So, with that in mind, Paul crouched down so he was on the level with his boy and changed tact a little.

“Why?”

"I no wike him."

“You don’t like who?”

"Jack. I no wike him." He frowned.

"Connor, don’t say that." Paul sternly stated.

“But I don'ts!” Connor shook his head. “And Mommy no wike me, you no wike me. I want Grumpy!”

Paul felt his chest tighten as his sons words registered. CJ’s little face was wrinkled with frustration and upset.

“Hey, hey… what do you mean we don’t like you? Ceej, me and Mommy love you so much.”

"No you don't. You lobes Jack Jack. He's a baby." Connor started crying out of, what Paul recognised as, sheer frustration

"We love you both." Paul choked back his misty eyes and lumped up throat. "Yes, Jack is a baby, and he’s been having problems with his teeth, just like you did at his age. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love you."

“Buts Mommy always holds him, she no has me anymore!”

"Oh bub," Paul puffed Air from his lips. "I don't know what to do here, pal."

"I want Grumpy."

“Okay, okay.” Paul nodded, utterly lost. “We’re going to Grumpy's and Nanny's for dinner so how about we go a little earlier and can stop by the pier, just me and you? And then we’ll meet Mommy and Jack there a little later?”

CJ frowned in thought as his tears stopped. "Can I has a hot dog?"

“You can have as many hotdogs as you want.”

“I only has one. Nanny makes rost beef.”

"That's right!" Paul snapped his fingers, "How could I forget"

"Can I goes on the big wheel and kid coster?"

“Yup. And why don’t we see if we can win a teddy bear?”

"Nope. Jack had one. No more."

“Yeah but you can keep this one, pal.”

"We sees." He stood up from lounging on Woody. "We goes now?"

“Yeah, okay. Let’s get your sneakers and your jacket and tell mommy.”

"Okay!" CJ was fast inside, yelling for you.

“Hi baby,” you greeted him as he came running into the hall. “You okay?”

"Daddy and me goes bye bye. See you later," Connor ran past you, up the stairs, and into his room as you held a wide awake and cranky Jack in your arms.

“Erm, okay…” you frowned and turned to Paul

He held up gentle hands, as he softly smiled. "He's having a hard time today. I think some time with him might be good." He kissed your cheek. "You gonna be okay getting to my parents with just Jack?" He nodded at the fussy baby.

"Don't exactly have a choice do it?" You sighed.

"Well, I can drop you before we go, but I'm going to take him to the pier for a snack and a couple of rides."

“I’d prefer that if I was honest.”

"Alright, we'll do that. How much time do you need to get Jack and yourself ready?"

“Gimme ten minutes.” You took a deep breath, “there’s enough stuff for him at your mom and dads and his changing bag is in the hall.”

“Okay, pass him over and go get yourself sorted.”

"Okay." You sighed and handed the baby off to his daddy. "Ten minutes. Just need to change andake myself not look like I've been up all night."

In ten short minutes as promised, you were gathering Jack's bag and Connor's backpack from the hall and were scurrying down the stairs when you heard your big little man tantrumming with his father.

“You says it was me and yous!”

“Connor, it is!” Paul groaned, “I told you, we’re just dropping mommy and Jack off first.”

“You lies to me!”

“Okay, enough.” Paul’s voice was firm but fair. “Have I ever broken a promise to you?”

“No.” CJ sniffed.

“Exactly. And I promise you, it’s just me and you once we drop mommy and Jack off, okay?”

“Okays.” Another sniff.

“Good boy, now, you wanna take any toys with you?”

“I takes my fire truck.”

“Okay, go grab it.”

“Woody comes too?”

“Not to the pier but we can take him to Grumpy’s.”

"Fine. Can I takes my truck to the pier?" He wobbled.

"It might be better if you leave it with me at Grumpy's," you smiled softly. Your heart ached to see such a sweet boy struggling with such big emotions right now.

"I wanna take it," he argued.

Your eyes glanced at your husband, as he settled Jack in his carrier. "No, Connor. Because if you lose it, that's it, buddy. Just like you can't take anything but your nap buddy to pre-school,” you reasoned with him. “You can take it to Grumpy's and leave it for when you get back."

"Or leave it in the truck when we go to the pier," Paul offered and you glared at him as he somewhat undermined your stance.

He shrugged apologetically and your face softened a little. You could see Paul was trying his best, and besides, this latest meltdown had seemingly come from the fact you hadn’t wanted to drive yourself and Jack to Dot and Big Jim’s, a decision you were now starting to regret. Paul had promised CJ some alone time, and as far as your son was concerned, his mom and brother were now gate crashing the car ride. Connor loved riding in the truck with Disco. They’d sing and point out cool cars or things Connor saw which he was curious or amiss about.

This tantrum phase was uncharted territory for you both now, and whilst you were on the whole quite good at shutting his little arguments and few moments of naughtiness down, this one was a whole other level.

“I leaves it in daddy’s car.” Came the quiet reply.

Connor headed off to find his precious toy and Paul looked at you. “Please don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Pick a fight over me telling him he could leave his toy in the car. I’m trying, Y/N. Seeing him so damned unhappy and sad is breaking my heart. And now he’s accusing me of lying to him because we’re dropping you off first I just… I feel like I can’t win.”

"Let's just go. Maybe something will change after this morning. I get it, he's two, and he's your son. He's having this emotional growth moment but I feel ill-equipped to deal with it and that's just... I'm his mom. Between my depression and Jack's unsettling, I'm not sleeping and I just want Connor to be happy again. But we're his parents and we can't let him keep up with this, he has to learn-“

"He said we don't like him anymore and he doesn't like Jack." Paul interrupted your rant with.

"What?"

“That’s what he said.” Paul shook his head, “which is why I thought maybe an afternoon where it’s just him might help.”

The tears quickly filled your eyes and you sniffed, "Grab the boys and I'll be in the truck."

"Sugar," Paul gently caught your arm, "I’m sure that's not what he really thinks at all but let me try and deal with it this afternoon.”

You licked your lips and shook your head, a tear falling, "I'll just take Jack, please get Connor." You reached for the carrier and turned to go, leaving Paul.

Before Paul could say anything else, CJ walked into the hall way, his firetruck on his hands.

“I ready, we goes now.”

"Okay.” Paul directed his son towards the door that led out to the garage and the family cars; your SUV and his truck.

You were busy clipping Jack’s car seat into place in the front seat of the truck.

Paul opened the door and watched as Connor clambered up onto his booster in the back. He helped him with his seatbelt before shutting the door. He said nothing to you, and you sighed. This one hurt, despite you knowing it was temporary. Chalking it up to your post-partum and everyone still adjusting to being a family of four, you let it go and buckled in yourself as Paul strapped Connor in and came around to slip behind the wheel.

The drive was relatively silent, the movement of the truck seemingly sending Jack to sleep and CJ in his own little world, looking out of the windows and playing with his truck.

It was about fifteen minutes later, that you were all pulling into Jim and Dotty’s drive. Jim, who was washing their new BMW SUV, looked up a little surprised to see you all so early. It took, as it seemed, very little time to end up out of Reseda and into the hills where Paul grew up. He was pulling in front of the quaint home with the red door, the white picket fence and beautiful garden. Big Jim, who was washing their BMW, looked up a little surprised to see you all so early.

“Not that you’re not welcome but, weren’t expecting you till about four.” He chuckled as Paul hopped out.

“Long story but I’m taking Ceej to the pier for a little while. Y/N’s gonna stay here with Jack.”

"Well, that sounds like a fun afternoon," Jim grinned, "your mom's inside on the phone with your Aunt Carolyn."

“Okay, just keep your eye on Connor for a moment whilst I take Jack inside.”

Big Jim strode over to the Tahoe and opened the back door to say hi to CJ, who immediately grinned. Paul opened your door, to let you step out before he then turned his attention to gently lifting the car seat out which contained a soundly sleeping six month old. He carried Jack inside and through to the lounge, smiling at his mom as she walked out of the kitchen, surprise on her face before she beamed at you all.

"My God, was I on the phone that long?" She chuckled. "This is a pleasant surprise! Hi, honey," Dot leaned in and kissed Paul's cheek and turned to hug you tightly.

“Yeah, I’m taking CJ out for the afternoon, I’ll be back for dinner.”

"Oh, okay," Dot smiled at him then back at you. "I'll make us a light lunch." She touched your forearm with a smile.

“Yeah, sounds good.” You nodded, “Jack's asleep, finally.”

“His teeth still bad?”

You nodded.

"Leave him be for now, we can put him on the island counter while we visit." She winked at Paul, "have fun, be back by four.”

“I literally just said I’d be back for dinner,” Paul rolled his eyes before he smirked, “going deaf in your old age, ma.”

"Watch your tone, young man, I can still get your dad to kick your ass."

Paul chuckled, as he dropped a kiss to your cheek. “That old bastard don’t scare me.”

“That’s a lie.” You scoffed and Paul grinned.

“Yup, big fat one.” He turned to kiss you, "I love you, I'll see you soon."

“Love you too, don’t let him get sick by eating too-“

“Sugar,” Paul rolled his eyes, “I know.”

You nodded, "Okay."

“Have a good afternoon, and try not to worry, okay?”

"Alright," you softly smiled. Just then, a grunt came from the carrier and you sighed, "I give him five more minutes."

“Well, make the most of it and have a coffee or beer or pint of vodka.” Paul shrugged.

You snorted and kissed him softly, "Love you, Stud."

Paul headed out and you carried Jack into the kitchen behind Dot.

“How are you feeling, Sweetheart?” She turned to you, with such a genuine tone to her voice and on her face, and you felt the tears once more filling your eyes.

“Awful.” You admitted.

"Oh y/n, come here," Dot pulled you in for a strong hug. "Talk to me, honey."

Unable to stop yourself, your words tumbled out as you explained what Connor had said, how you felt useless and unable to sooth Jack, and just generally tired and like you were failing full stop.

“I thought going back to work would help,” you wiped at your face, “a little normalcy but…even that’s been shit. I can’t concentrate…I thought dispatch would be a perfect compromise you know? Not active service but still using my skills and helping but…”

"It's not the same. I understand," Dot slid the glass of water over to you a she leaned over the island. "Have you talked to someone?"

You nodded, "Paul and I agreed I should. They have me on something for my nerves that's not going to hurt Jack since he's nursing, but I don't know Dot. All this stuff with Connor these last couple of weeks.... I just don't know what to do. It sounds so ridiculous as I explain it. I mean, I'm his mother. I should be able to nip these tantrums in the bud, but he'd just getting more and more upset. And it's causing us to bicker over simple things that we used to compromise on."

“Junior hated Paul.” Dottie looked at you, “and he was five when he was born. Connor isn’t yet three. He’s at that pushing boundaries stage, wrapped up with all the changes and things. Don’t beat yourself up about it, okay? It’s nothing either of you are doing. And you know me and Jim are always here to help. There’s no shame in asking, and it sure as hell doesn’t make you weak.”

"Thank you." You sniffed as Jack whimpered from his carrier, expanding on his supposed five minutes more of rest by ten. "Paul hopes the boys will be close like he and Junior were until...".you sniffed again, "I want that for him. I spent a good hour on the phone with my mom the other night after Paul and I went to bed not entirely speaking. We don't do things like that, Dot. Not since his shooting, we've always tried to work it out!"

“Look, being a parent is both the most wonderfully rewarding experience and the single most frustrating thing you’ll ever do.” Dottie smiled. “Paul is… a lot more relaxed than you are, sometimes I swear if he was any more laid back he’d be horizontal, but that’s how you both work. He’s like Jim, let’s most things go over his head but when enough is enough, he’ll step up.”

You nodded and took Jack out of his carrier, patting his bum as you tried to soothe him. You gave him his pacifier to suffice until you were situated to feed him and provide a comfort for his aching teeth. "I'm just going to go to their room, real quick," You said to Dot.

“You don’t need to shut yourself away if you need to feed him, honey.” She said, “but wherever you feel most comfortable.”

"I'm just going to change him, then I'll be back."

“Okay, I’ll get on with lunch. Avocado and bacon subs suit?”

"Thank you, Dotty."

You headed upstairs, Jack seemingly placated for the moment as you changed his diaper, smiling as he beamed up at you causing his pacifier to drop out of his mouth.

As you offered it to him back, he turned his face away, seemingly happy for the moment to simply smile and gurgle at you.

"Hi my smiley boy, you're handsome and happy now, aren't you," you cooed as you changed him and finally picked him up to bring him back down with Dot. You weren't full enough for nursing so you popped a bottle out of your cooler bag and handed it to the proud grandmother for her to feed your son while you ate your sub.

"Thank you for the sandwich," you smiled softly.

“You’re more than welcome,” she beamed as she sat, offering Jack his bottle. “Gotta keep your mommy fed just like you, huh, sunshine?”

His pudgy cheeks hollowed as he drank the pumped milk you provided for him and you took a minute to breathe for yourself. You were so good under pressure, never one to panic, but these days you felt weak and insecure, unsure and unsettled, despite six months in as a mother of two.

The help from your mom and Dot was a godsend and you appreciated each of them equally. The food in your system made you feel a little better, and you felt yourself relax when Jack had his fill and Dot moved to burp him.

He let out a grand gesture of gas and babbled when he was through, his chubby hand finding his mouth over Dot's shoulder.

"I'll hold him for a bit, until he needs his mama, let's go sit in the lounge."

“Yeah, okay.” You smiled.

The three of you headed in and you settled down on the comfy four seater which rested against the wall, which was adorned with family photos and snapshots from over the year. Pride of place in the middle was one of you, Paul, CJ and Jack which has been taken the last Christmas. CJ was in his daddy’s arms, Jack in yours as the three of you smiled at the camera.

"He was so tiny then," you giggled as you looked at newborn Jack. "Now look at him!"

“They grow fast,” Dottie smiled as she sat down, “as you well know with CJ.”

"I hope he grows out of this phase. He was so proud and excited to be a big brother, from what he could understand at two."

“He’s only six months older now, honey. I promise you, he will. And they’ll be best friends… sure there will be the odd fight and argument and they’ll annoy the hell outta one another, but they’ll be tight. The way all of us are.”

"I know, I do. This is just a rough one."

“Yeah, and I wish I could say something that would help.”

"It's okay, Dot, you've helped. It's nice to have a different sounding board."

“You can talk to me any time, you know this. And I’m more than happy to come sit with you, even if it’s just for an hour or so when Paul is at work.”

"I appreciate it," you smiled with a yawn.

"Tell you what, why don't you go lie down in the guest room, just for an hour. Jack's content, I've got him, and you know Grumpy is going to want to roll around on the floor with him in a few. Just rest."

“I-“

“I got this honey, you’ll feel better after a rest. I promise.”

You inhaled deeply and slowly nodded, "just for a little bit."

“I’ll come get you if we need you.”

You nodded again and pressed a kiss to the top of Jack's head before finding your way into the guest room just off the landing upstairs.

You lay down on the crisp navy blue duvet, and closed your eyes. Before long, the stress and exhaustion of the last few days and nights caught up with you, leaning you out for the count.

*********

"Cmon, CJ, hop up." Paul had just gotten their turn on the ferris wheel after enjoying their dogs and lemomades.

“I coming!” He hurried towards Paul who helped him into the car. "We sees dolphins?"

“Possible buddy, keep your eyes open.”

Up the wheel went, taking them forward with the city behind them and the ocean with the horizon in front of them.

CJ peered out to the side, his little face rapt with excitement as they climbed higher and higher. “Daddy! Dere’s a boat!”

"I can see it!" Paul chuckled as he looked beyond where the little fingers were pointing though his Ray-Bans. "Slide over here, real quick," Paul took his arm gently. "See that place, right there behind us?" He looked over his shoulder and showed Ceej who was now in his lap. "That's where I married Mommy. And you've been there too."

“I has?” CJ looked at Paul, “I don’ts remember.”

"Yup, in her belly, like Jack was. But you're the only one who's been there yet. That's pretty special."

Connor nodded and then looked back down at the ocean. “How many fishees is in the sea?”

"Millions." Paul chuckled.

“Nopes, I knows.” CJ looked at him, “der is seven hundred billion, and fifty two. Grumpy says he counted dem all!”

"Yeah, I bet he did," Paul chuckled. He sat with his son, enjoying the quiet time, his son's excitement as he peered around, the little comments he'd make or observations making him smile or chuckle.

As the wheel descended, Connor looked to Paul again. “Daddy, I knows what I wants for my birf-day.”

"Do you?" He laughed, "tell me."

“Some fishees like grumpy has in his den.”

"Ohhkayy."

“I wikes dem. Grumpy let’s me feeds them and they has a pie-rit ship.”

"Okay, you want fish, we'll get fish. You can pick a few out and we'll get a pirate ship."

"Really?”

"Sure, but you have to feed them, with no help like you help me feed Woody."

“I cans feed woody by myself. Momma shows me.”

"I know, Pal, I just like doing it together."

“Why?”

"Because I like doing stuff with you, Ceej." Paul put a comforting arm around his boy as it was their turn to stop at the top.

“You does?”

"Yeah bud, all the time. Mommy does too. Like when you guys color when Jack is napping, or when you're signing in the car. I know she misses you when she’s at work."

CJ pondered for a moment, before he reached out and began to fiddle with the collar of Paul’s polo shirt. “Buts we donts color a lot now.”

"I know, Pal, I know."

Silence fell on the car again before Paul sighed, “hey, I don’t have to be in work for a few days now, so how about me, you and mommy go to the aquarium? You can feed the rays and play in the touch and feel tank.”

"Where Jack goes?"

“He can stay with Nanny and Grumpy, or maybe Grammy and Papa Nick if they’re back.”

"Maybe." He shrugged, the car moving again, that silly feeling in his belly making him giggle as they went backwards.

“Okay, well you think about it and tell me if you want to go.”

When they were through, Paul took him to the kiddie coaster and sat next to Connor as the ride operator gave them a go twice in a row from the front car.

CJ cackled all the way round, squealing at the little dips and turns.

"I dizzy, Daddy!" He laughed when they were through with their second turn.

“Oh, well, if you’re gonna barf better do it before you get in my truck.” Paul teased.

"I Otay."

“Good. So, do you wanna do anything else whilst we’re here?”

"Can we gets a teddy bear?"

“Absolutely, come on.”

They tried their luck at a few bucks to win the bear Connor deemed his and after his last ball, Paul finally hit the target, his shoulder pinching just a little. He rolled it a few times, loosening it out and smiling as CJ accepted the bear as the attendant handed it over.

“There you go, big guy.”

“Thanks you!” He took it with a grin.

"Alright, let's get to Grumpy's before Nanny kicks my butt for being late, huh?"

Connor giggled, “Nanny says she will kicks your butt all the time.”

"So does Mommy." Paul swooped CJ up and the boy giggled. "Let's stop and get some flowers for Mommy and Nanny, huh?"

“Otay, I picks them?”

"Sure, Pal."

A stop on the way home, and CJ picked a bunch of sunflowers for his nanny, and a bright spring bouquet for his mom, and not long after they were on their way back.

“You gonna give Mommy her flowers, bud?”

"You does. I gives Nanny hers."

“Well, how about I give Nanny hers? She’s my mommy. You give those to your mommy?”

Connor sighed, "okay."

“Or you can give them both?”

"Both.” He stated as Paul pulled into the driveway of his parents’ home.

“Cool,” Paul nodded with a little sigh as he stopped the truck. “I’ll carry them for you till we get inside, you bring your fire truck.”

"And my bear." He grinned.

“Oh, can’t forget your bear. You given him a name yet?”

"Disco."

Paul laughed, “I like it!”

He helped CJ out of his seat and handed him the truck and bear before grabbing the flowers and heading inside. He found Woody greeting them at the door and a sleeping Jack in Big Jim's arms while his mom was in the kitchen.

“Well hello, little man!” Dottie grinned as she picked CJ up with a groan, “you’re getting big!”

"I got you sumflowers!"

“You did?”

"Yep! Sees?" He wiggled down to the floor and ran over to Paul, dropping his toys long before Dot even grabbed him. Paul handed him the bouquet and Connor bounced right back to his Nanny.

"I can see Jack wore Pop out," Paul chortled.

"Oh, they've been out for nearly an hour now," Dot beamed, kissing Connor's cheek.

"Where's Y/N?" Disco wondered.

"She's been napping in the guest room," Dot smiled softly. "She only wanted a little nap after a struggle to get her to do so, but I managed to lose track of time," Dot shrugged with a wink, "and she's gotten a couple of hours in. Jack's been fine. Gave him some rice cereal and changed him, then he and Grumpy have been napping." She put the sun flowers in water. "How was the pier?"

“It was okay, yeah.” Paul nodded. “He had fun, went on the wheel and the coaster. Had a hotdog, won a teddy bear.”

"Well, the pot roast has been in for a bit and should be done in about half hour, why don't you go wake your Sugar and see if she's feeling any better?"

"Connor,” Paul looked at CJ. “Why don’t you come wake Mommy up and you can give her the flowers?”

"No, I plays with my truck."

Paul looked at his mom, before he sighed, his shoulders slumping a little. He was utterly lost, CJ’s total disinterest in his mom was so out of character for the boy. Up until a few weeks prior, you had been the centre of his world.

"You sure, Ceej?" Paul tried again.

“Mommy would really like that,” Dottie encouraged softly.

With the huff of a tantrum close behind, Connor stood up, "fine."

“Hey, come on.” Dottie looked at him, “don’t be grumpy.”

"I not grumpy, thas Grumpy!" Connor giggled and pointed into the lounge of the open floor plan where Jack and Big Jim were sleeping.

Dottie chuckled and tickled him a little, “I meant don’t be a little monster. Mommy missed you today, she told me.”

"She dids?"

“Of course she did, she misses you whenever you’re not with her.”

"I was wif Daddy Stud, I was okay."

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean she can’t miss you.”

"Okay, I goes gets her."

“Want me to come?” Paul asked

"Yep!" He grabbed his big and in his little one and tugged him along.

Together they made their way upstairs, and once on the landing, Paul went to hand CJ the bunch of brightly coloured flowers.

“No, you holds them… I needs to wake Mommy.”

"Okay, okay," Paul whispered with a chuckle. He gently turned the knob and pushed the door open to find you led out on your side, hand tucked under your head and pillow while the other rested between your knees.

CJ made his way to the bed and clambered up, crawling over to you. “Mommy, times to wakes up.”

You inhaled deeply and grumbled a bit, "hey, baby."

“Nanny saids that you missed me.”

"Of course I did!" You rasped, bopping his nose with the tip of your finger. "I always miss you when you're gone."

CJ grinned, “Daddy wins me a bear. I calls him Disco.”

You chuckled, "Great name!"

“And I has some flowers for you.”

"You do?" You smiled, "thank you, baby."

Paul produced the bouquet from his side and Connor took them, handing them to you.

"They're beautiful."

“Like mommy, huh bud?” Paul winked.

"Yeah." He blushed. "Most pretty mommy in the wholes world."

You chuckled, “and you’re the most handsome little boy in the world.”

"Thank you! Can I go play wif my truck now?"

“Can I have a hug first from my little hug bug?”

"Okay," Connor wrapped his arms around your neck and fell into your chest. "I love you, baby." You rubbed his back before in a flash he was gone.

"Hold the railing!" You and Paul both shouted.

Paul took his seat next to you, "HI, Sugar," he bent down and kissed you.

"I was out much longer than Nanny promised." You sighed. "How'd it go?"

“It was good. We had fun, he was chatty. Told me he wants some fish for his birthday like dad.” Paul took a deep breath, “I suggested that we maybe leave Jack here on Tuesday and we can take him to the aquarium.”

"Oh..." you nodded. "Okay."

“You don’t think it’s a good idea?”

"No, I do. I, uh, I don't know, sorry, I'm just waking up, I'm not with it."

“Okay, take your time, we’ll be downstairs.”

You reached for his hand quickly before he could fully stand. "How is he, really?"

Paul squeezed your hand, "he's okay, Sugar, he's nearly three. He's smart, he's funny, he's just feeling these big emotions and doesn't know how to deal with it. And I think we're both expecting him to, which is unrealistic."

"Yeah, okay. I know he's gone through a lot of changes. I was home for four months, we have Jack, now I'm part time and he's in preschool. Oh Paul, I'm so sad over it."

“It’ll work out, I promise. We’ve hit a bump in the road, not a block. I think is making time for him on his own will help him see he’s still as important to us as he ever was.”

"Yeah, okay." You sat up a bit more and sighed. "I'm glad you took him out. Where's Jack?"

“With dad, both of them were asleep when I came up.”

"Which means CJ gonna try and wake th both up so he can play with your dad," you sighed. "

“Don’t stress.” Paul shook his head, “if he wants to play with dad then that’s fine.”

"I'm not," you shrugged.

“Okay, I’ll head down.” He nodded, “no rush.”

"Paul...."

“Yeah?”

"Do you think I'm a good mom?" You asked quietly, tucking your head a bit.

“Oh, Sugar.” He sighed, “of course I do.”

You sniffed with an agreeable nod. "Okay."

He took your hand and kissed your knuckles, “honey, you give everything you have for our boys. You make the house a home, a safe place for them. You do everything you can and love with everything you have. You’re a wonderful momma to them both. There’s no one on this world I’d rather have as a mother to my kids.”

You licked your lips and rolled them back over your teeth, nodding at your husband. "Thank you."

“I’m just telling you the truth, baby.” He gave you a smile, “don’t let this shit with CJ convince you any different.”

"Okay," you sniffed again, "I just need a minute, spalsh some water on my face and I'll be down."

“Take your time.” He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, “I love you.”

"I love you more," you whispered.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, his nose brushing yours, “not possible, mama.”

The brush of his nose made your insides flutter. A clang downstairs and the sound of a startled baby crying sprang Paul from your side and you groaned. "Here we go..."

“Sugar,” Paul looked at you, “will you stop flapping, please honey. I got it. Take a moment. You just woke up.”

"Okay, okay," you rolled your eyes.

Without another word, Paul left and headed downstairs.

*****

Part 2: Ride It Out

[rek1s-headband]

hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

[falcons-wings]

spark

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: when trying to get away from a guy who wont leave reader alone, bucky helps get rid of him

warnings: piece of shit dude who harasses and doesnt take no for an answer, swearing ,, pretty fluffy especially towards the end

wc: 1.3k+

masterlist

a/n: decided to do my first bucky work to beef up my masterlist a little and as a small break from the sam series im gonna post soon ,, hope its alright :)

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Bucky still felt uncomfortable in incredibly crowded places, he didn’t know whether this was because of his time in the war or all of the shit that happened to him afterwards; either way loud places just like this bar he had been dragged to by Sam unnerved him - there were just so many noises and different possible dangers, so he was on edge all night.

He wasn’t even sure where Sam had disappeared to, he last saw him with a pretty girl, leaving him sat at the bar alone. He didn’t hold this against him though, he knew he wasn’t always the best person to be around, especially in a place like this, but Dr Raynor kept telling him he ‘needed to reenter society and spend time with friends’. And unfortunately for him Wilson was one of the only people he could maybe consider a friend at the moment and who had been annoying him about coming out to this bar for a while, so here he was, drinking a beer that had no effect on him at the bar on his own and listening to the weird music of the 21st century playing in the background.

He was almost finished with his drink and ready to leave when you sat next to him, you leaned into him as if you knew him and your smile was kind, but he could see a slight panic in your eyes. Something was obviously wrong and you leaned slightly closer to kiss his cheek whilst whispering so quiet he almost missed it.

“Really sorry about this but there’s a creepy guy who won’t leave me alone can you quickly pretend you’re here with me?”

Before Bucky even had a chance to reply to you or react, a large man with a gruff face and the smell of alcohol on his breath appeared at your shoulder with a predatory look in his eyes. Bucky’s eyes didn’t leave the man as soon as he was in sight, so he felt more than saw you move closer to him and away from this man who was eyeing you like a piece of meat.

“Hey sweetheart you left before we finished our conversation, why don’t we finish it somewhere else?”

You opened your mouth as if you were gonna say something, but apparently thought better of it and instead turned to Bucky with pleading eyes. He knew he couldn’t make a scene as that would end badly for multiple people so he was now just trying to control his anger at this piece of shit human being before he beat him up.

Bucky put his hand on your shoulder to pull you a little closer and to try and comfort you a little , “She’s with me, so why don’t you leave?” He made sure his voice was firm and clear, hoping this man would get the idea to leave you alone.

The man looked at him, and his arm around you, and glared, apparently able to tell that Bucky wasn’t one to mess with.

The man looked at you again before huffing out a breath, giving one last glare at Bucky before turning around and stalking back into the crowd.

“Again, I am really sorry about that.” You shuffled away slightly to break the contact you had with him, turning to face him instead, and he couldn’t help but find himself almost missing the close contact.

“Was he bothering you for long?”

“Not really, it was only about 10 minutes but anytime I tried to show or say I wasn’t interested he didn’t seem to get the hint unfortunately.” You gave him a small smile as if to say ‘what can you do?’ But this was completely not fine and Bucky thought that surely it should be a bigger deal than you were making it out to be?

“Have you seen him at this bar before?”

“Um no, this is the first time I’ve actually been to this place, my friends said I should have some fun for once - but obviously that wasn’t what actually happened tonight”

“Oh, well I’m sorry even if it hasn’t got anything to do with me and honestly I don’t come out at all but my friend actually annoyed me into coming tonight before he disappeared on me.” He laughed, glad to see you smile slightly too.

It was clear you were much more comfortable now the creep was gone but you still weren’t at ease, fiddling with your ring on your thumb during the conversation.

“I really am thankful you helped me though, and if you’re not usually here I am glad you were tonight, not sure I want to think about what would have happened if you weren’t.”

“Well you don’t have to think about it.”

You looked up at him to give him a small smile, making proper eye contact with for the first time since you sat down.

“I do have one question though.” He asked, waiting for you to nod before he continued, “Why did you pick me to help you? I mean I’m happy to, it’s just there’s just plenty of other men here who would probably love to scare someone away from you.”

“You looked the most serious and not as drunk as everyone else, so I assumed you would be more reliable and-“

You hesitated slightly as if you were embarrassed before continuing, “And I guess you looked a little lonely and could do with some company.”

Bucky almost choked on his drink, he could admit the wasn’t the most social person but normally when people describe him its things like: mean, tired, cold and stuff like that - normally lonely wasn’t used.

“Oh shit was that rude? I’ll get going now.”

“No don’t worry there’s much worse things you could’ve said.”

“That’s good then, I wouldn’t want to insult my fake boyfriend on our first date.” You laughed, a proper laugh that Bucky couldn’t help but laugh with you, and despite barely knowing you, he would do anything to hear you laugh like that again.

“Are you still planning on heading out?”

“Yeah my bed is calling my name after this long day I think.”

“Do you feel safe walking on your own? Because as you said I’m very sober and it would be irresponsible if I didn’t make sure a lovely lady like you got home safe.”

“Wow a man of honour,” you smirked at him, “but yes if you don’t mind that would actually be great. On one condition though.”

“What condition?”

“You tell me your name, I can’t go around being protected by a man I don’t know the name of.”

“Bucky.”

Your smile grew a little wider and he absolutely loved seeing it, “Well Bucky, it’s nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

You held out your hand for him to shake as you both stood up, and despite the warm feeling Bucky got in his chest at being in proximity to you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so stepped away. He held the door of the bar open for you as you left, and kept a small distance away from you the whole way to your apartment block, being a complete gentlemen, just like he was raised.

When the two of you were outside your apartment, he stood to the side whilst you fumbled with your keys, and when you were finally successful in opening the door you turned back to him, a nice smile on your face.

“Thanks again for all the help Bucky, you were a fantastic fake boyfriend and it was lovely to meet you.”

“Again it was no problem, and you weren’t too bad at being a fake girlfriend yourself doll.”

There was a slight blush on your cheeks as you looked at him one last time, “Goodnight Bucky.”

You didn’t wait for his response, instead just walking into your apartment, and Bucky found himself with an uncharacteristic grin on his face as he stood there, whispering “Goodnight y/n.” before walking away, hoping that he would bump into you again some day.

[rebelwrites]

Finally Home

Jax Teller x Reader

“Abel, please eat your veggies” You sighed looking over shoulder at the 5 year old who was pushing his carrots around his plate.

“Don’t like them” He muttered.

“Since when buddy, you ate them the other day” You said softly.

You knew exactly why he was playing up, he missed his daddy. He was still too young to understand why his daddy disappeared for weeks on end sometimes.

This run had been the longest run so far, it had been a month and a half since Jax had been home and honestly you was exhausted, as well as looking after Abel and Thomas, you also was helping out at Teller-Morrow.

“I want Daddy” He huffed pushing his plate to the middle of the table.

“I know baby, I know and he will be home soon I promise” You sighed in defeat as you placed the plate of mash potato you was feeding Thomas down and pulled your phone out.

You knew Jax was on his way home today but didn’t know exactly what time he would be home.

Hitting dial on his number, it just rang and rang until it went to answerphone. Dropping your phone on the table with a sigh, you needed Jax to get home soon because you just needed a break.

Abel was just about to say something but the familiar rumble of Jax’s Dyna stopped him, a huge smile appearing on his face as he clambered off the chair, running to the front door, you would have gone to greet your husband but Thomas was getting fussy because he wanted his food.

“There’s my little monster” Jax chuckled followed by the sound of your son laughing his little head off. “You been good for mummy?”

“Yes daddy” Abel said proudly making you scoff.

A couple of moments later Jax walked into the kitchen with Abel sat happily on his shoulders.

“Mummy can I have pudding now please” He asked sweetly.

“Eat your carrots first” You nodded as Jax placed Abel back on the chair.

“I don’t like them” He huffed.

“Come on buddy listen to your mummy” Jax said crouching next to his son stealing a carrot off his plate, “Carrots are awesome, do you know why?”

“No” Abel said hanging off Jax’s every word.

“Because they help you see in the dark, that’s why daddy eats them so he can see when he is riding his bike at night”

And with that Abel ate his carrots.

“Hey beautiful” Jax whispered wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head.

“I’m glad you are home” You whispered leaning back into him.

“So am I babygirl”

Soon enough it was bath time for the kids, you had just finished washing the pots and was going to head upstairs when Jax stopped you.

“I got it darlin’ you just get a glass of wine and chill out” He smiled kissing you softly.

Orders where orders and you wasn’t going to turn down a chance to breathe.

The sounds of laughter filled the house and it warmed your heart, Jax was so good with the kids and it was like he was a different person when he was home, his kutte hanging in the hall way, inside the walls of the house he was a family man, not much talk of the club happened as he wanted to cherish the time with his family rather than stress about the club.

You had to laugh when Jax came down from putting the boys to bed, absolutely soaked.

“I might have well got in the blooming bath with them” He chuckled pulling his shirt off before flopping on the sofa, pulling you into his arms.

“Good run” You asked as you snuggled into your husband’s bare chest.

“Actually yeah, we manged to sort the beef out with the Mayans and things are going to change baby” He whispered as he flicked through the channels on the TV trying to find something to watch.

“That’s good then” You mumbled as you ran your hands against Jax’s chest.

“I don’t tell you enough but you are doing amazing” He whispered kissing your head “I know how hard the long runs are when it’s just you and the boys”

“I manage” You laughed softly “I may have palmed them off to Unser and Chucky a couple of times just so I could sleep”

Jax finally settled on a movie to watch but you honestly had no idea what was happening, you was so tired you couldn’t focus, and from the warmth of being snuggled up to Jax you felt your eyes getting heavy and soon drifted off to sleep.

Jax couldn’t help but smile as soft snores left your lips, running his hand over your head he decided that an early night was needed, he saw how exhausted you was from looking after the two younger Teller boys and in all honesty he was tired to, he rode all day nonstop just to get home to his family.

“Babygirl” He whispered gently nudging you awake”

“Hmmm” You mumbled snuggling into him even more.

““Come on, baby, up to bed.” Jax whispered nudging you again but again you didn’t move, laughing slightly he managed to gently move you so he could stand.

After checking all the windows and doors were locked downstairs, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you up to bed.

Pulling one of his shirts out the draw, he managed to half wake you up so he could get you out of your jeans and his hoodie and slip his shirt over you before you snuggled down in bed.

Before he stripped off he quietly went into the boys rooms placing a soft kiss on their head before switching all the lights of, soon enough he had stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.

As soon as he had laid down, you rolled over snuggling into your husband’s side.

“Sweet dreams Princess” Jax whispered placing one final kiss on your head before he soon fell asleep, with his amazing wife and the love of his life, securely wrapped in his arms.

He was finally home.

[goldencuffs]

untraditional

@lamenweek day five: traditions

Damen doesn’t think he’s supposed to feel so bone-weary at thirty-one.

Everything in his body aches, and he’s already greying at his temples. Last night, he had gone to bed at eight.

Theomedes doesn’t look up from the Ios Financial Times when Damen enters the Drawing Room. The table already has been set: Damen’s seat is, as usual, is to the left of his father, exactly fourty-seven centimetres apart. Damen’s food has been already served, because his father got here before him, and everyone gets served the same time as Theomedes.

Damen’s entire life has been dictated by these traditions, guidelines and precedents.

Some of them are good, but most of them are like this: nonsensical and elitist.

Even Theomedes’ and Damianos’ tea is prepared via strict protocol: one teaspoon of loose tea leaves per cup, heated to a hundred degrees celcius (seventy for green tea), with a tablespoon of organic, raw honey added straight to the teapot.

(It’s amazing tea, though).

Theomedes says, “Your food is cold.”

Damen stares at the pile of mash potatoes and salmon. “I’m not hungry.”

He also hates salmon, but Theomedes is the only one who sets the menu for the week with the head chef. Last week, they had roast beef and vegetables four times.

“You’re not still sulking are you?” Theomedes finally says, three minutes later.

Damen grips his table fork. He forces himself to do the breathing exercises Makedon had taught him.

In an ideal world, he wouldn’t reply, but in this one, everyone answered to the King.

“No, sir,” Damen says, and shoves a polite bite of food in his mouth.

“You haven’t had a meal with me in three weeks,” Theomedes says, and he sounds hurt and disappointed.

“Hmm,” Damen says. “I’ve been busy. You know I’ve been working on the preservation of Marlas with Nikandros.”

Theomedes crosses his fork and knife over his plate. Instantly, three different staff members rush forward to clear the table.

Damen’s plate is cleared too; no one eats after the King has left. Another useless, bane tradition.

“You know I did what’s best for you,” Theomedes says, looming over Damen.

When Damen nods, Theomedes kisses his temple. “You’ll realise it sooner, rather than later.”

“Yes, sir,” Damen says quietly, and rises only after Theomedes has left, as is protocol.

*

An hour later, the itch under Damen’s skin becomes unbearable, and he finds himself burrowing under the left corner of his mattress for certain… supplies.

He pulls on the red, shoulder-length curly wig with little care, and then the faux-leather beret. It’s peeling and terrible, but Damen doesn’t care.

The rest of his outfit is just layers: sunglasses, two coats, scarves, and a muted shirt, to hide as much of his body as possible.

He normally doesn’t leave so early in the day, when he’s being patrolled by guards and the Kyros.

Luckily, it’s only Nikandros who catches him, right outside his door.

His expression is flat. “You’re not serious. You’re leaving now? We’re in the middle of drafting the Delpha treaty!”

Damen shrugs. “I have to go.”

“You don’t have to—” Nikandros cuts himself off with a sigh. “Whatever. Can you please bring me back those caramel slices?”

Damen grins. “You got it, boss.”

Once he’s past the Main Foyer, the rest of the journey is easy: Damen takes an hour and a half train ride from Central Ios to Andris, and then a fifteen minute bus ride on the eighty-six. And then finally, an eight minute walk to the Andris Office District.

There’s a small bookstore there called Pocket Bookmark, painted emerald green, the lettering done in gold.

Inside, it’s not too busy: it’s not quite the end of a business day, and the customers in here are high school students, skimming the Shakespeare section, and a man hovering near the new releases.

Damen keeps his head down, weaving through the aisles.

Nicaise, the mouthy teenage cashier rolls his eyes when he sees Damen approaching, lifting up the wooden flap on on the bench, allowing Damen to duck through.

“Thanks, kid,” Damen says, mussing his hair.

“Ah, fuck off,” Nicaise grunts, but fondly. He’s warmed up to Damen ever since Damen bought him his first car. (Nothing too flashy, obviously).

Damen hurries all the way to the back, opening the door marked, No entry, and then goes up the narrow steps, which always make the worst creaking noises.

There’s another door a the small porch upstairs, and Damen fishes out the key in his pocket to open it.

Instantly, he’s hit with the smell of butter chicken simmering on the stove, and his mouth salivates. He dumps his entire attire by the small settee in the hallway, inhaling gratefully.

The second thing he’s greeted with is Wendy, who meows and claws at his leg.

“Come here, baby,” Damen murmurs, picking her up and holding her to his chest. She purrs and curls up, like a big ball of fluff and he kisses her head. “I love you so much.”

She meows in response, and snuggles closer.

Laurent turns off the stove in the tiny kitchen. He looks over his shoulder for just a second and scrunches his nose. “Ugh, she’s such a slut. I’ve been petting her for the last hour, but apparently I’m just not good enough.”

Laurent is in his after work attire: which means he’s as half dressed as possible. The shirt he’s wearing is one of Damen’s, and his shorts are the pair that shrunk in the wash; they ride too high up his thigh.

Laurent’s just come out of the shower: the hair at his nape is still wet, and his skin is pinked and glowing. Even with the curry, Damen can smell jasmine and coconut.

Laurent has got this sweet, soft smile that lights up his eyes.

It takes Damen’s breath away: not just Laurent, but this entire picture of domesticity. It’s all Damen’s wanted his entire life.

He means to make a snarky comment about Wendy, but what comes out is: “Marry me.”

Laurent drops the wooden spoon, eyes wide.

Damen grips Wendy too tightly and she lets out a shriek and jumps out of his arms.

They stare at each other for a moment. Damen’s heart is racing.

Laurent blinks. “Oh, sorry. I think I hallucinated for a minute.”

Damen steps forward, smiling. “It wasn’t a hallucination. Marry me.”

Laurent makes a small noise in the back of his throat. “Are you asking me or telling me?” He swallows, eyes darting all over Damen’s face, his body. “I don’t see a ring,” he says quietly.

Damen groans, rubbing a hand over his face. “Shit, I know. I had this whole plan, I was going to propose with the Queen’s ring, but obviously I’d have to talk to my father first and—” He sits down at the kitchen table, pulling out his phone. “There’s a courthouse ten minutes from here. It’s Thursday night, so they’re still open. We just need to show up with a signed ‘Intended Marriage Certificate’. It’s like three pages, we’ll be fine.”

“…Oh.” Laurent has gone very still. “You’re looking up courthouses. You’re serious.”

“Shit,” Damen says, watching him. “I’m so sorry. You—Do you want to marry me, Laurent? Because I’ve been dying to marry you since I first saw you. Er. No pressure, though.”

Laurent glares at him, affronted. “Of course I want to marry you, you fucking idiot!”

Damen leaps to his feet, grinning and flushed. “Fuck yeah! Let’s go print this form and—”

“Damen!” Laurent laughs, looking a little crazed. “We can’t just—Just wait a minute.”

“Alright. Shoot, baby.”

Predictably, Laurent flushes pink. “Is it even legal? Aren’t there special ceremonies for royals? And—and the King still thinks we broke up!”

Damen winces a little at that.

After an entire year of sneaking around, of meeting up in discreet hotels, and making plans to move in together one day, Damen had fucked up three weeks ago.

Drunk and enamoured, he had kissed Laurent outside his bookstore after a date. There had been photos—and the only saving grace had been the fact that Laurent’s face had been inscrutable.

But the fact that he was a commoner had been enough for Theomedes to unleash his rage. He had ordered Damen to break things off with Laurent, and Damen had pretended to, but… Well, Laurent had been hurt. It had been the first time he had realised how shaky their entire relationship was, how quickly it could come crumbling down.

Damen had spent days convincing him otherwise, and Laurent had finally agreed, but there had still been shadows in his eyes.

Now—now, though, Damen realises exactly what he can do, what he should have done months ago, to make Laurent realise he’s it.

“Fuck the King,” Damen says. He finally closes the distance between them, gripping Laurent’s hands. “Laurent, listen. I can still get married legally in a civil ceremony.”

“But—” Laurent bites his lip. “I don’t want you to get into trouble. And,” His voice grows small. “I know there’s so many rules and traditions you have to follow. I’ve read about the whole tradition where your father is supposed to gift you a diptych piece.”

Damen’s heart is warm. He smiles down at Laurent, smitten. “You’ve read up on royal wedding traditions?”

Laurent colours even more. “Of course.”

Damen kisses him hard, unable to bare the love swelling up inside him. Laurent flings his arms around Damen’s neck, his mouth emitting small, sweet gasps.

When they pull apart, Damen presses his forehead to Laurent’s. “Fuck the King,” he repeats. “Fuck the customs and rules and traditions. You are the only thing that matters to me. Just forget everything for a moment and answer: do you want to go downtown and marry me?”

Laurent’s smile overtakes his face, his eyes shining. “Yes,” he says softly. “I want to—so much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you in a better way or give you a ring or—”

“Stop. This was absolutely perfect.” He sighs. “You’re perfect.”

Damen kisses him again, pressing him to the counter. “I want you to have my mother’s ring.”

Laurent buries his head into Damen’s chest, overwhelmed. He nods.

Damen drops a kiss to his hair. “Get changed, baby. We’re getting married.”

Laurent looks up at him in wonder. “We’re getting married.”