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ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader.

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 8)

- Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut. -

Finally, finally! Hawks was back, peering at you, unrestingly worrying about the whereabouts of his feathers.

There could only be two options, one: there was a nest, an actual bird nest built out of his feathers somewhere in the house waiting for you to inhabit it along with him, and two: his feathers were scattered in every inch of the house, acting as motion detectors to keep you safe from any possible threat.

Either option was a nightmare to Hawks, the hero, and a blessing to Keigo, the mate.

Gaze less foggy, Hawks could see the damage he’d done. You were covered in bites, scratches, bruises. The mark of his fingertips was printed all over your young and delicate skin like a brand of his felony.

Dammit! DAMMIT! he grimaced.

He should have stop sooner- he just hadn’t thought you could infatuate him this badly. He could have avoided this sort of damage, but you were just so fucking inopportune, not to mention awfully tempting and mouthwatering for someone who possessed a rut. He wasn't even able to be gentler. It was your first time. He was legitimately a piece of trash! The number two piece of trash because without a doubt he knew the number one on that category and compare himself to the incinerator was too much to handle right now.

Even now, Shit! Even now, he itched to grab you, keep you close to him, inside his greedy grasp-... where you belonged— Ugh! he couldn’t avoid thinking of you as HIS. The rut was over, and the next one was half a year away, so, you were supposedly safe or at least, that was what he was trying to force himself to believe... because, HOLY SHIT! was really having a hard time seeing you as someone other than his partner, his mate.... he had a mate. Takami Keigo now had a MATE, someone to call his, someone to care for and pamper and HIS.

He had never had anything, much less someone. God! please protect you from him, because right now he was dangerous... dangerously close to hug you against his chest and kiss you till air ran out, at risk of sweeping you off your feet and take you straight to his penthouse to never be allowed to leave ever again, in hazard of becoming your willing slave, you wanted someone dead, you got it! Just say the word and he’ll do it. Belonging, excited him a lot, skyrocketing him to cloud nine but now had to dial it down and try to keep his mind at ease.

Breathe Keigo! Focus Hawks!

Finding you sticking to the other side of the tub really broke his reverie, you looked distrustful, nervous, hurt.... he did that.... there weren’t words to describe how sorry he felt for what he had done to you. He was torn between his blinding happiness and the shameful way he got it …. he couldn’t… he couldn’t even begin an apology because didn’t even remember your name. Somehow, he knew baby bird, love, sweet thing, or darling wasn´t appropriate right now, but you´ll have to bear with him.

“Ehmm—…. I feel like a jackass for having to ask this…. But….” Hawks could not look you in the eye as he spoke. “What was your name again, baby bird?”

You blinked at him in disbelief. Wow! you nailed it, Keigo! You nailed making you feel like a whore. Nevertheless, you refused to let the hurt show on your face, instead taking in how sheepish and miserable he actually looked, and somehow, you felt less uncomfortable... just a thad.

“Y/N.” You conceded, looking elsewhere except him.

“Y/N.” He repeated, each syllable rolling down from his tongue like if he was memorizing the secret code to disarm a bomb. “T-Thank you, (y/n).”

Your eyes rose to stare at him from the other side of the tub, bubbly semen floating on the water in between the two. You could only stare. Watchfully waiting for him to snap again. He told you that you were safe now, but you had heard those same words before and yet had inevitably woken up in his arms, naked. So, you still wouldn't fully trust.

“Baby bird—”

“Please use my name.” You brusquely cut him off, ignoring the withering look that flashed way too fast over his features to then soften. He hid a heavy sigh under an awkward chuckle and hoisted his elbow over the edge of the tub to rub his chin with his palm.

“Sorry-…(y/n), I can't seem to stop apologizing...” he muttered, burdensomely but quickly recover clearing his throat, “o-okey.... as far as I remember we are at your house-”

“My parent's house—If we are being specific, I already live in the UA dormitories." Quickly corrected, very prone to interrupt him and him very prone to let you, never dropping that infuriatingly stupid sympathetic grin.

“Right.” He nodded, “-Is there anyone else in the house besides my mother-in—”

This time he cut himself off, -if he were a cartoon, you would be able to see a drop of sweat run down his forehead- it would be funny, but it wasn't, the glare you shoot at him felt like a hot knife slicing through his skin and he hurried to apologize, yet again.

“Sorry, sorry baby bird-…. Oh dammit! Sorry about the baby bird too! God! I´m really sorry, is just that my mind is still a beating mess-”

You didn’t like that statement one bit. It made you feel in danger, on high alert. Was he going to get out of hand again?! Your body reacted automatically, lunging out of the tub, wet and slippery straight to the floor, desperately trying to get away.

Hawks watched the whole thing from his spot, didn’t move to stop you, only restricted you with the feathers still adorning your wrists and ankles trying to prevent more damage on your body. He knew that any sudden move from him would be misinterpreted. He wanted to swear for his life that you were safe.... but if he was honest, he wasn’t sure... still didn't trust himself, wasn't sure what he would do if your naked figures got close again.

The raw power of your scent was imprinted on every cell of his body, every breath he took was filled with you. It was intoxicating to smell like you or smell you covered in HIM. You were still ovulating, still ready to be breed.

He could tell, he could even hear your heartbeat-... far too fast for comfort. You were making him anxious, unknowingly activating in his mind a mate-response from his body.

“Your heart is pounding.” Hawks pointed, soberly, doing the extra mile for you not to notice his hands clenching the rim of the bathtub, tightly “I need you to try and calm down, (y/n), or you’re going to make me—”

“Stay away from me!”

You did not know where that roar came from, you had never heard your voice so fierce. Everything was getting out of hand.

“I didn’t mean-” He interrupted, calmly. You were not listening. He sighed, hanging his shoulders. If you weren’t so fucking terrified, you would’ve been impressed by how in control he actually seemed.

“Just stay away from me, Keigo!” You grumbled, for a moment forgetting you were awfully naked and at his utter sight. His name had slip out of your mouth so naturally, that even the biting tone wasn’t enough to stop Hawks from feeling a delicious tingle ravish his skin, wishing to hear it again.

“Fine-” he said under his breath, standing up and stepping out of the tub. Wingless back displaying powerful muscles that could crush a little thing like you without even blinking. You rushed to take whatever you could find and saw how he had to bite a giggle when turning around found you threatening him with a deadly toothbrush.

“Easy there, baby b-” he cleared his throat soundly to cut out the petname that insisted to slip out, “-As lethal as that toothbrush is for the cavities, I still need you to calm down.” Hawks spoke slowly, he was forcing himself to stay calm. You weren't making it easy on him.

Your little body trembled, cold or fear, he didn't know, and it was driving him insane. He wanted to hug you and nullify either option, the heat of his body and his feathers could warm and dry you better than any cloth and the devotion of his claim... well, it was useless to think about it.

“.... Are you calm?” He ventured taking a step closer and hearing the clear drumming of your heartbeat going wild, stepped back and waited. Once you seemed less tense, he mused. “So, I'll ask again. Is there anyone else in the house? besides your mother, perhaps.... another male?”

Your eyes squinted at his weird word selection. “Another male...?” You repeated, “which cave did you come out of?” you continued, bitingly.

“I know it sounds weird” Hawks chuckled breathlessly, “—but it's something instinctual....” You frowned at his lame explanation. You were a little sick of that excuse. “Right now, I am very overprotective of you, baby bird.” You snorted at the use of the petname but he ignored you, apparently it was here to stay. “I'm not even sure how to explain it but...” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly to then continue.

“If another male so much as looks at you, I’m liable to hurt him, BADLY. Like `straight to emergency´ badly, I won´t be able to control myself or my actions,” his tone was soft, apologetic. “Keeping you safe, comfortable and close are my priorities right now, that's why I fed and bathed you and now I need you to sleep.... hopefully with that-” he seemed nervous and that push you to pry.

“...Yes?”

“Hopefully with that I'll be able to... leave.”

He was telling the truth. He was fucking telling the truth, you could tell. Holy Fuck! He´ll leave you alone. YAS!

“REALLY?!” you were unable to control the volume of your excited howl.

“Shhhh!” Hawks pressed a finger over his lips. “(Y/N), you're being too loud,” he cautioned in a low voice, back turned to you while searched for something to cover up. “At any time, your mother can—”

“—Sweetie, is everything okay?”

FUCK! Now he was one hundred percent sure where his feathers were because unless your mother was a trained ninja, he would have felt her approaching.

You both froze, even the toothbrush slipped from your hand and without preamble, Hawks rushed to your side hovering behind you as if your petite figure would cover him from your mother. His warm breath right next to your ear.

“Answer her, baby bird.” He said in a whisper too low. “Do you think she knows I'm here?” He stressed, hands absentmindedly squeezing your shoulders the longer you took to reply.

“Sweetie...?” you heard your worried mother call again.

The heat emanating from Hawk´s body was very distracting, not to mention nerve-wrecking, especially now that his uneasiness made his limbs forget about your number one rule: ‘hands off’.

Neither of you could stop him from wrapping his hands around your waist or pressing his hips distractively against your bottom. Keeping you anchored to him, as if he was trying to protect you from the intruder on the other side of the door.

That closeness, the heat of your skin under the pads of his fingers was more than enough to throw him back to the memory of him knocking the breath out of you as you received him. As he slammed inside that haven between your thighs, like knocking on heaven’s doors. The way you squeezed so tightly around him, desperately trying to push him out... just as now.

“Let go...” you choked out as quite as you could, peeling his hands off, but he was stronger than you. He’d always be so much stronger than a little, helpless student like you. You feared him before he even did anything more than breech your personal space.

“S-Sorry,” he spelled, being thrown out of his musings, sweat rolled down his forehead and he shook his head, trying to calm his own blood pressure, he needed the blood to go north, not south.

In a studied motion, stepped back. Enough to be at arm’s reach but gift you as well a sense of freedom. “Answer-… go on.” He breathed out.

“E-Everything’s okay, mommy-” You hurried to reply in an even tone. Trying to ignore how close Hawks still was, invading your personal space as if were nothing wrong. “I just slipped... but I didn’t hurt myself.” You openly lied, the last thing you wanted was to alarm your mom. As Hawks claimed to be overprotective of you, you knew yourself the same to your family.

“Ummm... are you sure, sweetie?”

“Yes, mommy, I'll be out soon.” You faked mirth.

“Ok, if you need anything, call me.” Your sweet mother offered and then you heard her go downstairs.

Hawks sighed, long and soundly. “Hell, this is wrecking my nerves—….” he said, “and your heartbeat is not helping either.” This time he had to bite at his lip, “TRY, please, try! to slow down your heartbeat, dammit.” He almost growled.

“Can you blame me?” you to spat out, “why did you have to touch me...?” you grumbled, quickly stepping away, ignoring his hands reaching out, “—being this close to you certainly isn’t helping me to lower my goddamn blood pressure!” You fumed, and Hawks snorted, loud and childish. It pissed him off, how you avoided him. How you repelled your own mate. He had marked you, but you had marked him as well. Did you know that?

Right now, he was at the loser’s side, he wasn´t allowed to play the victim. He had already done too much to you. So, swallowed his frustrations like a big boy and chuckled, uncomfortable and fake.

“I´ll do my best to stay away from you.” He forced those toxic words out, it felt wrong, like corrosive acid burning his throat.

“You better do.” You sulked.

It was awful to Hawks -the number two hero of the whole country, the player, the golden boy, the number one bachelor- to be denied of something he deemed his. To be this near you, cock out and half-hard already without the power to slide inside his own partner. Helpless to start any kind of affection, intimacy or familiarity... shit! even a simple brush of his hand was out of the question.

“What´s that slipping down your thigh?” you suddenly asked, curiosity making you squint your eyes at the viscous, jelly-like fluid that turned watery the more it dripped.

Hawks peered down, finding the big stain dripping down his thigh and gathering the weird substance on the tips of his forefinger and thumb, smelled it. It was slippery and he was accustomed to see his lovers covered in it. It was cum, his cum being pushed out by gravity's force from your tight and recently deflowered pussy— How many times did he have to come inside you for it to still come out, even after you took a bath? He lost count when passed from five.

“ ‘s fine…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably- God damn it, you were waiting for an answer. “Not- ah, not your f-fault.” He stuttered, hips twitching before hurry to clean himself on the sink.

“—Why would it be my fault?” you mused, and then it hit you.

The moisty sensation between your legs wasn´t water or soap as you wrongly believed, you slipped one finger inside and it came out dripping till the knuckle.

“Gross-s...” your mortified whine made Hawks glance back over his shoulder.

His fists tightened, too embarrassed, too pleased as well. Splashing water over his chest and face to lower the temperature of his body, struggling to keep the blush from spreading, and as soon felt the shove you gave him to take his spot on the sink, it felt like a breeze more than a shove, but he still moved aside, to let you wash yourself the evidence of his crime.

He had stuffed you—had left you full of possible chicks, his brood swam inside your belly. It didn't matter how far you pushed him. He lived inside of you, that was his actual residence.

“Why- Why are you smiling about?”

Hawks stared at you, blankly. He had been caught daydreaming about his happy family. The day he could get to come home to you, his pretty lovely wife making dinner for him, a bunch of kids bouncing excitedly to his arms, eager to receive him and talk to him about their day at school. Yes, he wanted that.

“N-Nothing...” he stuttered, absentmindedly. “I-…. I just space away.” He said way too fast, disturbingly stretched grin and ashamed golden gaze betraying his jovial tone.

“Sure,” you scoffed.

For the first time you were both as calm and docile as you could be around each other, you finished cleaning up what you could, but you were still too tight so most of the day you would be dripping. You sighed in defeat and leant against the sink, letting your eyes wander, without knowing some golden eyes were wandering as well.

The nakedness that your bodies sported became impossible to ignore. Hawks was shredded as hell-... he was unfortunately a handsome bastard, his body was muscular and strong and so thick in a good way, not lean muscle like the boys at your class, but well-defined. A bunch of well-developed muscles aimed that way to be strong, fast and lethal. His hero costume really dwarfed him, and even so, he was immensely popular among the female population.

You saw his hands suddenly came together over his crotch and your face lit up, damn it! you had been absentmindedly staring at him! You spat out a quick apology and immediately turned away, hiding your face with your hands.

Hawks choked down a giggle, it was nice to be on the side you apologize to for once.

“—Could you... could you please cover up with something?”

“No.”

“No?!” you repeated, incredulous. Hugging yourself tight.

“There’s… there’s nothing around, baby bird, I-I already looked.”

His throat felt dry. The heat wasn’t subsiding. It was hard to breathe, let alone speak coherently while having you all naked and pretty in front of him, you were unquestionably custom made for Hawks, every bump, every curve, every dent was mind-blowingly gorgeous to his eyes, you were sculpted just as he liked woman. Your breast was still developing but damn! Didn´t you have a nice rack already? Once fully developed, he´ll be unable to keep his hands away for even a second.

FOCUS HAWKS! You stupid horny bird!

Clearing his throat, turned on his Hero side. He needed to look for options, but none would work without having his feathers, sighing, resigned to ponder out loud.

“We need to get out of this bathroom, your mother will begin to suspect that something strange is happening if you keep stalling...” Hawks mused, deep in thought “I'm afraid our most plausible option is to run to your room... there we will surely find our clothes-”

“Why are you talking like you don't know what YOU did with our clothes? You were the one that stripped me naked.” You blasted, feeling quite vexed with the development of things and his lack of acknowledgment to his actions.

“Because I don't know, (y/n), my rut—”

“STOP! Just stop with the rut bullshit!” your voice rose, and Hawks hand itched to cover your mouth, but he refrained. “Why are you making up this kind of lies-”

“I'm not lying to you, baby bird!... is this, the RUT... won't let me get away from you for long enough, I know it sounds ridiculous but I'm being one hundred percent honest with you.” Hawks swear, he sounded genuine enough. Perhaps, he was a victim of this series of unfortunate events as well... but the throbbing stretching sensation coming from your crotch refused to accept that truth.

You blinked back the tears of frustration that pricked your eyes and breathed. Now was not the time to argue, time was running low. The longer Hawks stood in your house, the dangerous it was for your family.

“My room is at the beginning of the hallway next to the stairs,” you instructed, “I'm going to peek out to see if there’s no one around and when I give the signal, we run.” Hawks nodded.

You carefully opened the door and making sure it was desolated, both ran down the corridor, entering your room to slam the door behind. You pressed your forehead against the door feeling your heart hammering hard. Only one mistake was needed, and the situation would be easily misinterpreted. Your parents would think you were toying with the Number Two Hero in the country, running naked around the house like an easy gal.

You slammed your fist against the door, and it shook beneath your hand.

“-Baby bird?”

You heard him call but there was something different in his tone, something sweeter and mellow. So, you opened your eyes, you hadn't even realized that you had closed them in the first place and glancing at Hawks you noticed a strong blush covering from his neck to his ears. At least, his pants were back on, even so, he looked more sheepish than when was naked.

“I really hate myself for having to keep asking you to do things.... you don´t owe me anything, far from it.... but—I need you to lay down....” your eyebrow arched, incredulously, “PLEASE, lay down inside the nest with me!”

COMING SOON PART 9....

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gloomwitchwrites · 6 months

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Hiii, how about our fav 141 men with to a very clumsy reader? Like e.g. I'm someone who keeps accidentally bumping into people while walking because apparently I can't walk a straight line???

Is that something you'd write?:3

Is this something I'd write? Absolutely. This prompt is so cute and the perfect opportunity to write a few drabbles. Thank you for sending it in, and thank you for your patience as I work through all the requests.

Find the Imagines & What If Masterlist HERE

Content & Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, canon-typical cursing

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John Price:

“I’m doing it.”

“No. You’re not.”

You raise the hammer.

“Put it down,” says Price pointing at the ground.

“I’m fully capable.”

“Yes,” admits Price, slowly. “But you always hurt yourself.”

Your husband isn’t wrong. Everything you’ve ever hung on the walls has resulted in a throbbing thumb.

“It’ll be different this time.”

Price shrugs. “Go on then.”

With tongue between teeth, you come down on the nail, striking thumb instead of metal. You turn to him, tears in your eyes.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “Come here.”

“Don’t say ‘I told you so.’”

“Wouldn’t dare,” laughs Price, cradling your hand.

Simon "Ghost" Riley:

“We need to—”

“The milk—”

“It’s—”

Simon tugs you to the right and you growl in frustration. “Stop pulling on me.”

Simon glances down and you know he’s smirking behind the black balaclava. “You don’t know how to walk in a straight fucking line.”

“What?”

He nods toward an elderly couple. “Nearly ran them down, love.”

You roll your eyes. You’re yanked backward against Simon’s chest. He places both hands on either side of you against the cart.

“Gotta protect the elderly.”

“Fuck off,” you mutter.

Simon presses his lips to the top of your head, grinning.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick:

“Let me see, love.”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

Kyle grabs your wrist and inspects the nasty slice. You were in the kitchen preparing dinner and the knife slipped.

“At least the knife wasn’t dull,” murmurs Kyle as he rinses the wound under cold water. He gently washes it with soap, drying it afterward.

“You need to be more careful,” he says softly.

“You say that every time.”

“I mean it every time. I’m not interested in taking you to the hospital.”

Kyle rotates your wrist, covering the wound with a bandage, and places a soft kiss against the wrappings.

“All done.”

John "Soap" MacTavish:

“Can we—”

“Nope,” says John, shaking his head. “Focus.” He places his hands on your shoulders, urging you forward.

“You don’t need to do that.”

John twists you to the side as you almost collide with an antique tea set.

“Oh, aye. I do,” he mutters, gaze darting everywhere, looking for the next victim.

You’re the hazard. Last time the two of you went antique shopping, John had to hand over most of his cash because you kept knocking things over.

“They pack these places on purpose.”

He kisses the top of your head. “No. It’s just you, love.”

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deadwardianpoltergeist · 2 years

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I think the turtles’s personalities in regards to 2003 vs ROTTMNT is really interesting just because of how different yet similar they are

Rise Leo and 2003 Mike are annoying stuck up battle nexus champions who need a little whack over the head every once and a while(I love bullying these little shits but I do also genuinely love them) and are also SUPER queercoded

and then 2003 Leo and Rise Raph are super stressed out leaders who also (SPOILERS) BOTH HAVE SHELL SCARS?

2003 Raph and Rise Don can both be a little dry and rude, but genuinely are caring people who feel bad when they unintentionally overstep, also if given access to firearms they would probably be a… public hazard to say the least

and the 2003 Don and Rise Mikey, who hold the team together- sometimes literally- and are absolute sweethearts but also I am incredibly terrified of them

the correspondence but also how shaken up it is is wild to me

#rottmnt #tmnt #hamato michelangelo #hamato raphael #hamato leonardo #hamato donatello #tmnt 2003 #I think about how similar 2003 mikey and rise leo are a lot they’re silly #rise mikey literally opens a portal- risking their life mind you- to save leo #and in 2003 there’s literally an apocalypse in the world where don goes missing #like these guys are scarily essential to the team

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gottalottarocks · 6 months

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Are you an American? Frustrated by the political process? Do you feel like you have no voice in our government? Let me introduce you to the wonderful world of public comments.

This is where federal agencies propose new regulations asking for public feedback:

Regulations.gov

Here's a step by step on how to navigate this:

Look through the proposals on the explore tab and filter by "Proposed Rule". These are the regulations that have been proposed, but not finalized.

If you click on these, they are pretty dense, text heavy explanations of the proposed rule changes. I definitely do a lot of googling when trying to understand what I'm reading. Also there are a lot of different topics here and I definitely don't comment on everything.

This is how you make a public comment. For example, for this proposed rule:

Start a new document and write the subject and docket number. Your comment NEEDS to have the docket number for them to count it most of the time, and the correct subject some of the time.

^^ this is ambiguous, but add the docket ID and subject just to be safe, it should look like this:

Ref: Docket ID No. NSD 104

Provisions Pertaining to Preventing Access to Americans' Bulk Sensitive Personal Data and U.S. Government-Related Data by Countries of Concern

Then address to the person at the very very end of the page.

Scroll all the way to the end:

^^this is the person you address to.

Then introduce yourself. If you have experience related to the proposed rule, talk about that. For rules related to the environment and public health I say that I'm a geologist with a master's degree and I work in environmental remediation. Otherwise, I just say I'm a concerned citizen.

Then I say hey I agree/ disagree with this proposed rule and here's why. Oftentimes there will be lists that the federal agency is asking for specific feedback on.

Commenting on these will have a lot of impact.

Here's an example comment I forgot to post for a rule regarding methane emissions in the oil and gas industry:

Administrator Michael Regan The United States Environmental Protection Agency 1200 Pennsylvania Avenue, N.W. Washington, DC 20460

Ref: Docket ID No. __ Waste Emissions Charge for Petroleum and Natural Gas Systems Dear Administrator Regan, My name is __ and I am writing to you as a geologist and graduate of ___. I currently work in ____. Thank you for your interest in reducing methane pollution, which I believe to be one of the most important aspects in reducing the harm caused by the climate crisis. Within the short term, methane is a much more powerful force of global warming than carbon dioxide. It breaks down faster than carbon dioxide— but it traps significantly more heat that should be bouncing back into space. When scientists talk about taking our foot off the gas pedal in regards to the climate crisis, methane is at the forefront of our minds. Natural gas is often proposed as a solution to reducing our greenhouse gas emissions (since it produces less carbon dioxide than coal plants), but these methane leaks are a serious threat to public health. Not only is methane hazardous, it’s ability to cause short-term superheating is contributing to the rapid increase in wildfires within the U.S. and globally, further degrading air quality. Last summer in NYC skies were orange, caused by ash from Canadian wildfires. As someone who sets up air monitoring equipment every day to ensure the surrounding community is not impacted from the disposal of hazardous waste, I have a unique opportunity to see on a day-to-day basis how air quality is degrading. I strongly support the Environmental Protection Agency's proposed waste emissions charge. For EPA’s implementation of the fee to fulfill Congress’s goals, the final regulation must continue to include key requirements including: · Regulatory compliance exemptions must only become available after final standards and plans are in effect in all states and that these plans are at least as strong as the EPA's 202 methane emissions proposal. Operators filing for exemption must also demonstrate full compliance across their facilities; · Strong and clear criteria must remain in place for operators seeking an exemption based on unreasonable permitting delays; · When operators seek an exemption for plugged wells, they must clearly demonstrate that their wells have been properly plugged and are no longer polluting; · Transparent calculations and methodologies to accurately determine an owner or operator’s net emissions; and · Strong verification protocols so that fee obligations accurately reflect reported emissions and that exemptions are only available once the conditions Congress set forth are met. I urge the EPA to quickly finalize this proposal with limited flaring, strengthened emissions standards for storage tanks, and a pathway for enhanced community monitoring. Thank you, ___________

And then paste your comment in or upload a document and submit! You will be asked to provide your name and address. Also the FCC will only take comments on their website, but the proposed rule will be posted on the federal regulations website I put above and they should have a link to the FCC website within that post.

#this is one of those things like jury nullification that nobody knows about but should #i like this because it's a written format that actually gets taken into account #I feel like emailing representatives gets lost in the sauce #resource #us politics #american politics #geolife

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backmuscles21 · 6 months

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Proposition

Neteyam x Reader x Ao'nung

Psst, there's a part 2 -

Summary: Neteyam comes with his family to the reef people, there he finds you. You are the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but you're already mated to the boy that he and his siblings can't stand. However, it works out in the end as Ao'nung decides to play along a little.

Warnings: smut, threesome, rough sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, anal sex, jealous Ao'nung, Jealous Neteyam, degrading, public sex, public masturbation, exhibitionism, cuckolding, voyeurism, dirty talk.

Neteyam didn’t like the idea of having to leave his home, he didn’t like that he had to leave the only place he knew. Flying on his ikran with his family for days sucked too, he hated having to go through all of this for a potential hazard. He understood why his father wanted to do this, why his father wanted to keep them safe. He wasn’t there but he saw the look on his siblings' faces after they saved them from the military avatars.

One thing he would say was he forgot all about his anguish when he stood on the shores of the Metkayina people and saw the most gorgeous face he’d ever seen. Your hair was long and braided so beautifully, it was dripping water down your back and chest. Your curls framed your face so lovingly, your hair tied up perfectly even after being in the water. You stood next to another pretty girl whom he realized his brother was staring at pretty intently.

He liked your smile and the way the pearls in your hair and on your clothing looked and sounded as you moved or talked. He couldn’t stop staring, you radiated beauty, you were the prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. The only thing that took his eyes off you was the Olo’eyktan speaking.

He and his family were granted permission to stay, he also learned that the Olo’eyktan’s children were to teach them the ways. The pretty girl from before was his daughter and he figured you were her friend, maybe he could get to know you more.

He was excited for his first lesson; he saw you and a few other kids there and the Olo’eyktan’s son. Neteyam was weary of Ao’nung, he was a pretty boy with an attitude and Neteyam kind of wanted to put him in his place. Ao’nung was the type of person who was snotty and stuck up and took what he wanted and didn’t care about anyone else, at least that’s what Neteyam thought.

The guy pissed him off, but he’d be damn to say if Ao’nung didn’t pique his interest. He liked to stare at you often, you were pretty and your voice was so sweet and soft. However, the more he watched you the angrier Ao’nung looked, not that Neteyam really cared.

Neteyam wouldn’t describe himself as a sex addict or one that thought about it often but when he thought of you, he thought of sex. He would catch you around the village a lot, you’d be with Tsireya or one of her parents, or another person in the clan.

Then he saw you with Ao’nung and you were smiling and laughing and, at that moment, Neteyam wanted to punch Ao’nung. He watched as Ao’nung held your arm and how you snuggled into his neck, and then Neteyam caught on.

The two of you were mated. Fuck.

He couldn’t just get rid of his feelings for you, he still thought you were so pretty and nice and he couldn’t give up on you.

He watched his brother try to fight off Ao’nung for bullying their sister. Ao’nung had no qualms calling them freaks when one of them was messing with his girl. When Lo’ak punched Ao’nung, Neteyam almost didn’t want him to ever stop. In fact, Neteyam wanted in, he wanted to beat up Ao’nung to win his girl.

He watched you run over to them (slow-mo like Baywatch) he watched the worry evident in your eyes as you yelled stop. You bent down by Ao’nung and your thumb brushed his cheek, close to his bruise. You turned around to look at Neteyam and Lo’ak, your finger touched right by his busted lip. Neteyam felt his dick twitch as your finger was so close to his lip.

“Enough, all you boys. Everyone, go home.”

You looked angry and authoritative; he knew that you had to have that in you if you were to eventually lead a clan.

Both of their parents were angry, his father was pissed at him and Lo’ak for starting shit. Now they had to apologize, there was no way that Neteyam could do that.

The next day, the two brothers went looking for Ao’nung but he couldn’t be found anywhere. So, the brothers split up, Neteyam was going to the beaches and Lo’ak was staying near the mauris.

Neteyam walked the beach before hearing what he would call moans, there was no other definition. He rounded a corner, he stood by some trees and peered into more sand. However, the colour of beige was broken up by grey rocks and on one of those big grey rocks were two teal bodies. He recognized your face instantly, even with your head thrown back and mouth wide open.

Ao’nung was between your legs, his face pushed deep into your core. He could hear the wet sounds that Ao’nung’s tongue was producing, he could also hear your moans and he just felt himself getting hard. You gripped at Ao’nung’s head as he continued to eat away at you, your back would arch and he saw Ao’nung push your hips back down with a forceful hand.

Neteyam took his half-hard cock out of his loincloth and started to stroke it, he loved watching you squirm. Not to mention, he liked to watch Ao’nung be forceful with you, his hands on your hips forcefully keeping you still. When Ao’nung lifted his head up from your pussy, Neteyam could see Ao’nung’s chin dripping. Neteyam was fisting his cock faster, he watched Ao’nung slip his cock into you.

Fuck he wished that was him.

He watched as Ao’nung thrusted in and out of you at such a rough pace and so fast, your legs wrapped around Ao’nung’s waist. Neteyam knew he’d never be able to take you away from Ao’nung but maybe he could join in. Ao’nung wasn’t all that bad looking, like he said earlier, Ao’nung is a pretty boy and a bratty one at that.

“Fuck, I bet you wish Neteyam could fuck you like this,” Ao’nung grunted to you.

Neteyam’s ears flicked, did he just hear what he thought he heard?

“You like it when Neteyam stares at you. You let that boy eye you up all the time. Do you want him to fuck you? Huh? Answer me,” Ao’nung did a particularly deep thrust, one that had you moaning out.

“Yes, fuck yes, Ao’nung, please. I want him to join. I want him to fuck me. I want him to watch you fuck me.”

Ao’nung kissed you and lifted you up to sit on his dick, “it’s your lucky day. He’s right over there. By the trees.”

Your head rested on his shoulder; your breathy pants were being muffled by Ao’nung’s broad shoulder. You watched Neteyam in the trees fisting himself as Ao’nung kept fucking you, how Ao’nung saw him, you’ll never know.

The next few days were awkward, you didn’t necessarily avoid Neteyam but seeing him felt weird. You had confessed to Ao’nung that Neteyam was pretty and you liked the Omaticaya people being here. Ao’nung threw a hissy fit, you assured him you weren’t leaving, that you didn’t want him just that he was observably pretty. Then Ao’nung started to use it as blackmail in a way and when he learned it turned you on to degrade you with it, he wouldn’t let you live it down.

Ao’nung started to think about maybe giving Neteyam an opportunity to fuck his mate, given that maybe he’d get to explore him too.

So, Ao’nung found Neteyam and propositioned him.

“I will let you fuck my mate, provided that you let me fuck you too.”

Neteyam was confused at first, but then he leaned in and kissed Ao’nung and he kissed back. Ao’nung put his hand into Neteyam’s braids, he pulled Neteyam closer, he just wanted more of what Neteyam was giving him.

“You boys having fun?”

Neteyam and Ao’nung stopped and looked at you standing there with a smile, Neteyam started to blush heavily.

“Look at this little baby boy, all shy around you. What are you going to do about it?” Ao’nung said to you with a cocky smirk.

“Come to our marui, this will last awhile and I don’t want interruptions.”

Ao’nung smirked as he followed you with Neteyam following closely behind him.

As Ao’nung and Neteyam opened the flap to the mauri, they saw you standing there, your back to them as you started to untie your chest covering.

“So, which of you wants first?”

“Do Neteyam, yawne. He’s already half hard just from kissing me. I could only imagine what he would do once you get your mouth on him.”

You turn around and smile, you walk towards Neteyam, you had lust glazing your eyes. Neteyam felt nervous but he could feel his dick twitching as you got closer and closer to him. Ao’nung smirked right next to Neteyam, he knew what Neteyam was in for, he’d been in Neteyam's position.

“Do you prefer to stand, be against the wall, or sitting?”

“Maybe he should sit, yawne. I don’t want him to fall.”

You smirked up at Ao’nung and rolled your eyes, “okay Neteyam sit down or lay down.”

“You’re gonna fucking love this, pretty boy,” Ao’nung smirked at Neteyam as he got comfortable on the floor.

You took off Neteyam’s loincloth, he was pretty much solid, and you started to stroke him till he was leaking precum. You slowly took the head into your mouth; your tongue circled the head before you took him into the back of your throat. Your hands lightly gripped his thighs before you started the bob your head up and down. Neteyam was whining out, his hands threaded into your curly locks as you kept sucking his cock. Neteyam moaned out and tilted his head back on Ao’nung’s thighs and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I told you you’d fucking love it,” Ao’nung said moving hair off Neteyam’s forehead.

Ao’nung moved from Neteyam’s side and went to behind you, you were too busy sucking off Neteyam to see what Ao’nung was doing. It wasn’t till you felt Ao’nung’s fingers enter you that it made you moan onto Neteyam’s dick. Neteyam gripped your hair harder, he was close, and you could feel it as it twitched on your tongue. You sucked harder and took it deeper down your throat, which had him cumming shortly after. You pushed it to the back of your throat to have his cum go right down your throat without tasting it.

You took your mouth off his dick and went to sit up more or as much as you could with Ao’nung’s fingers in you.

“Mind-blowing right? Just wait till you are inside. That’s really fucking mind-blowing. She’s blissfully tight,” Ao’nung could get hard just talking about you to Neteyam.

Ao’nung could describe all the ways you’ve gotten off together and he could probably cum just from that. Ao’nung pulled his fingers out of you and licked them as he stared into Neteyam’s eyes.

“I’m letting your dream come true. Fuck her. Just like you’ve always dreamed of.”

Neteyam’s eyes were wide and surprised it was that easy.

“I’m gonna stretch you out while you fuck her. Once you're good enough, I’m going to fuck you while you fuck her. You better take good care of my mate, pretty boy otherwise this will get rough.”

Neteyam sat up and helped you lay down; he moved between your legs and removed your loincloth.

“You’re dripping. Eywa you’re gorgeous.”

Neteyam wasn’t a virgin but he only slept with two other girls and once or twice each. Ao’nung had him beat, he’d fucked you countless times and in so many different ways. There was no way he could do any better than Ao’nung, but he was determined to at least pleasure you. Neteyam rubbed at your clit a little bit before pushing in slowly, you moaned out as he pushed in.

Ao’nung went in behind Neteyam once he bottomed out and started to finger his tight ring of muscles. Neteyam stopped his movements as he gripped your hips harder, the feeling of Ao’nung’s fingers wasn’t bad but it took a moment to adjust. Neteyam slowly started to move again as he adjusted to the feeling, it was starting to feel quite nice. The stretch was pleasant then Ao’nung removed his fingers, Neteyam felt empty for a moment before he stilled as Ao’nung pushed his thick hard cock into Neteyam.

Neteyam stayed still as he waited for the stretch to feel better before he started to thrust into you again. He could hear Ao’nung grunting in his ear, it just made him want to fuck you harder. Neteyam started to thrust into you, slowly at first but it started to feel better as he went. Neteyam was being stimulated from both sides, he swore he was going to cum again. He could feel Ao’nung’s hands grip at his hips or his waist, he almost was loving Ao’nung fucking him.

Ao’nung was being surprisingly soft with him, maybe because Ao’nung knew he had never done this before. It also could have been because Ao’nung had never done this before, it could have also been so he didn’t hurt Ao’nung’s mate.

He didn’t really know.

Either way, Neteyam loved it, he loved you more and he felt a deep connection with Ao’nung. Neteyam knew he was close to cumming, he was being stimulated all around. He could feel you squeezing him, he knew you were close and good thing because he was too. He wasn’t sure about Ao’nung but he could feel his cock twitching, Ao’nung had to be close.

“Are you gonna cum yawne?” Ao’nung asked.

You nodded with a cry.

“Good, ‘cause I think our boy is close too,” Ao’nung said as he kissed Neteyam’s shoulder.

“Like you’re one to talk, I think you are too,” Neteyam said.

Neteyam leaned forward and kissed you as you came around his cock, you squeezed him perfectly. He came inside you and then Ao’nung came in him, it was a chain reaction. Neteyam was whining out as he came, he was kissing down your chest, Ao’nung did the same thing to Neteyam’s back.

“Did that blow your mind or what?”

“That was amazing,” Neteyam replied to Ao’nung.

“Told you so,” Ao’nung said as he pulled out of Neteyam.

Neteyam followed suit and pulled out of you, he laid down next to you and Ao’nung joined on the other side of you. You laid there in between the boys in bliss, you were happy to have had both of them with you, and you felt your love for both of them grow.

“You know baby boy; I would say I’m starting to like you. almost too much,” Ao’nung said.

“Me too, actually think I would say I’m falling for you,” Neteyam replied.

“Neteyam, are you trying to steal my boy?”

“Not necessarily steal, maybe share.”

“You wanna share Ao’nung but not me?”

“I would share you but then you have to share with Ao’nung.”

“Do I not get a say in this?” Ao’nung said as he kissed your shoulder.

“Maybe, would you share me if I shared Neteyam?”

“That could be in order, if we do this together all the time,” Ao’nung said.

“I am definitely down to do this again. This was fun. Better than I’ve ever done,” Neteyam said.

“Yeah because you’re with us obviously,” Ao’nung laughed.

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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ok so we all know Jake is possessive as shit but is it just me that can see him eventually getting to a point where he’s out with his girl and is like yeah baby get those free drinks

like he knows you’re going home with him and him only and he’s got an eye on you if the situation were to go south. but he just has to hold back a laugh when the guy who bought the drinks realizes you have a boyfriend/husband

wkfhskdjsk no, because i can see him getting there as well!! jake might be possessive as shit (because his), but i firmly believe he 100% gets to that point - just because he is there looking out for you in case anything gets out of hand, and c’mon he trusts you 100% - so it just becomes fun for him to watch.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

You are standing by the bar, tapping your card on the counter in habit while waiting for the bartender, Kevin, to finish up with the customer he is currently serving when you hear the voice sidle up beside you.

“Thanks, but I got it,” you take a glance towards the stranger on your right, flashing a polite smile. He is good looking no doubt, but you aren’t interested.

“C’mon, no lady should need to buy her own drinks,” the stranger tries again, while propping a forearm onto the bar counter, his body turning, stance open to face you in a casual confidence.

“What can I get you?” Kevin brings his attention to you both. You open your mouth to speak, but the stranger gets there before you do.

“I’ll have a beer, and whatever she’s having,” he drawls, confidently. You hazard another glance towards him only to receive a wink in return.

“I ca-”

“I insist,” he cuts you off almost immediately and you take in his stance, the insistence radiating off his being and you shrug, before turning to Kevin, whose lips now bear an amused quirk; something that one would think is a showcase of amusement at the scene unfolding in front of him, but you know better.

“The usual?” Kevin cuts in, his lips now split into a toothy grin.

“Sure,” you shrug, relenting and Kevin nods lightly, hand already reaching for the card machine, fingers punching in numbers, before he proffers the machine to the stranger who taps his card against the reader.

“So, you come here often?” The stranger asks, and you shrug nonchalantly,

“Now and then.”

“I’m Nick,” he introduces himself, body shuffling forward and closer to you. You smile to be polite, but don’t offer up your own name in response.

“So are you going to give me a name?” Nick asks, leaning forward slightly. It makes you slide back just an inch, “it’s the least you could do.”

“Alright, three beers,” you are saved from responding as Kevin thunks down the uncapped bottles down in front of you both, sliding one towards Nick, and the other two towards you.

“Your usual is two beers?” Nick tilts his head, eyes darting from the sweating bottles and back to you.

“Yup,” you pick the bottles up, one in each hand, nodding a thanks to Kevin, who you note has a lazy wide grin on his face of someone who had seen this happen one too many times “our usual is a beer each” you say simply, while tilting your chin towards the back of the space.

You watch it unfold, Nick’s eyes following the direction of the tilt of your chin, before landing on one Jake Seresin, lounging in his seat, back leaning against the wall, marinating in a quiet kind of smugness, his gazed fixed on you.

“Thanks for the beers though,” you say, with a small upward curve of your lips, eyes taking in Nick’s jaw which has unhinged itself, as his mind whirls, no doubt the collect itself, “they are, very much appreciated.”

You clink one of the bottles you are holding in a hand against Nick’s own which is still standing on the counter before pivoting on your heel to pick your way back to Jake.

“Who should I be thanking this time darlin?” Jake greets you, his eyes dancing with mirth as you set both bottles down on the table.

“You’ve started to enjoy this a bit too much,” you say, as you squint up, eyes narrowing slightly, at Jake who pulls a bottle off the table and raises it in the air, no doubt at Nick, who you are sure, has post the thanks from Jake, scurried off in annoyance.

“It’s a treat,” Jake drawls, reaching over to slide his fingers beneath your chin, tiling your head up and towards him, before tugging your face lightly towards his own; you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning lightly across your own lips, “free drinks, and the knowledge that they’ll never have you because you’re mine,” he chuckles lowly, before brushing his lips against yours, the ending to his sentence something you feel against your own lips, “nothing more a man could ask for.”

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marlynnofmany · 5 months

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Secondhand Solutions

Mur gave me a smug look, curling and uncurling one tentacle like a yo-yo. “Told you it was a waste of credits,” he said.

I sighed. “If those human ships were here, it wouldn’t be. This stuff is prime Earth nostalgia.” The small pile of items on the hoversled had seemed so full of promise when I’d bought it at our last stop: cat posters, harmonicas, and a dozen packs of googly eyes.

“Pity we’re far from Earth,” Mur said.

“Yeah,” I agreed, eyeing the locals of this alien marketplace. Lots of scales and exoskeletons. Not many hands that would appreciate the softness of a cat’s fur, and very few mouthparts that would be able to do much with a harmonica. The merchant I’d gotten the stuff from had been a Heatseeker all too happy to unload her stock of cut-rate human nonsense. These folks would likely have similar opinions. I said, “At least it doesn’t expire.”

Mur straightened the individually-boxed harmonicas. “And it shouldn’t take up too much space in your quarters until we meet up with more humans eventually. The captain won’t want to hang around here waiting for them to show up.”

“True,” I admitted. It was gossip from our last stop that had told me they’d be here now. I should have known better than to trust it.

“Well, back to the ship,” Mur announced. “Maybe you can cheer yourself up by decorating your quarters with eyeballs.”

I had to smile at that. “Maybe.” He was already walking back to where we’d parked, on the far side of an over-cultivated garden area. I towed the hoversled after him.

Then I caught sight of some locals who’d run afoul of multiple birdlike beasties, and an idea started to form.

The locals, a half-dozen Heatseekers whose scales ranged from red to pale yellow, were trying to eat a nice lunch at the dining section of the garden. The squawking bird-things, which were half-lizardy with speckled brown feathers and wide beaks, had apparently claimed the bushes for their own. They were contesting this claim by spitting at the Heatseekers every time their backs were turned. These looked like pretty gross spitballs, impressive for birds.

It occurred to me that I’d seen those feathery characters all over the place here. A look behind confirmed it; they lurked in nearly every tree I could see. And judging by the way the locals were abandoning this picnic table, they were a known hazard.

They still only spat at fleeing enemies, hiding or freezing in place when pinned by eye contact.

And that was my idea. “Hey Mur,” I said. “I’ll bet you one shanty sung on a table that I can sell some of these googly eyes right now.”

He stopped and looked around, full of skepticism. “To who?”

“Do you take the bet?”

“Ah, sure. There’s no way anyone here is interested.”

“You say that now,” I said, grabbing a pack and waving down one of the hurrying locals. “But you don’t know how we deal with tigers and magpies.”

“With what?”

I didn’t answer, busy as I was explaining to the local that the false eyes were adhesive, and would give the impression of eye contact from both directions. They were just as interested as I’d thought they’d be.

After a demonstration, during which I strolled through the picnic area and didn’t get a single spitball on me, the birds were unsettled and the locals were more than happy to buy everything I had.

This was a new colony town, you see, and no one had come up with a good solution for the annoying fauna that came with the territory. But these folks were prepared to make everyone’s day.

They certainly made mine. That was five times as much as I’d paid for the stuff in the first place. And they didn’t even want the posters and harmonicas.

I waved goodbye, but they weren’t paying attention, so I turned my grin on Mur instead. He had draped a tentacle around his pointy squid head in exasperation.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken the bet,” he declared. “But I was so sure it was pointless.”

“And I am sure that whichever song you choose to regale us with at dinnertime will be delightful,” I said, tugging the hovercart around the bushes. The birds watched me carefully, noting the eyes still stuck to my hair, and leaving us both alone. “If it’s a song I know, maybe I can play a backup melody with a harmonica.”

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #this one's relatively short so I'm going without the read-more #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #googly eyes #I do enjoy some good be-googling #just made up that word; like bedazzled #it may not catch on #but that's okay #I'm still having fun

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Another celebration ficlet request! The original ask for this one seems to have gotten deleted, and it was sent on anon, so I can't even tag the person who sent it in. 😫

I hope you still see this and enjoy, nonnie! 💖

Heaven's in the backseat

Rated: E

Words: 1,000

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Mob boss Dick Harrington; Mentions of Stommy; Knife play; Dubious consent; Obsessive behavior; Violent thoughts; Car sex; Eddie has anger management issues and Steve is a little slut

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Eddie has just lit his first cigarette of the night when one of the waiters informs him that Mr. Harrington wants him outside. As he grinds the cigarette under his boot, he imagines doing the same thing to Dick’s stupid head.

Working for a mob boss is so goddamn exhausting.

A week where Eddie doesn't come close to kicking the proverbial bucket is a good week - especially now that Dick has been taking him along as a bodyguard more and more often. He’s not complaining about that, though. Occupational hazard.

No, what’s really annoying is the damn black tie affairs. As if squeezing into a fucking suit wasn't enough, the social dynamics of the underworld are mind-numbingly complicated. All of the big mob families are either related or out to kill each other - more often than not both at the same time. It makes events such as this an interesting affair, to say the least. All night long, Eddie has been hovering at the edge of the room while the boss ate and drank and shook hands with other important farts. Always vigilant, always ready to pull his knife from its holster under his suit jacket. And now he can’t even step out for ten minutes to have a fucking smoke?

The car is parked in the driveway when he arrives. Next to it are the boss himself and a swaying figure with disheveled chestnut hair wearing a rumpled suit.

Eddie’s blood bubbles and his steps speed up.

“-fucking disgrace,” Harrington says just as he flies down the stairway leading to the car. “You’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the slurred reply, but it must’ve been the wrong one, because Harrington slaps the boy across the face before wrestling him into the backseat. Eddie’s hand is already on the knife when the asshole turns. For a heartbeat, he revels in the temptation of lodging the blade right in the middle of that ugly face, but he reigns himself in. Too much security, too many witnesses.

“My son is drunk,” Harrington says. “Drive him home.”

Before Eddie has a chance to reply, he has stalked past him and back into the venue.

“What the hell took you so long?”

Eddie casts a look into the rearview mirror to see the venue disappearing behind them and Steve straightening up in his seat. His voice is still slightly slurred, his eyes a bit unfocused - but he's nowhere near as drunk as he appeared seconds ago. Eddie's mouth tugs into a grin.

“What, I don't get a thank you for driving you? Where are your manners, little nymph?”

“Why should I thank you for doing your literal job?” Steve’s mirror image scoffs at him. His bottom lip is pink and a little puffy where his father slapped him. “And don't call me that.”

“I'm a bodyguard, not a chauffeur,” Eddie says. “There's a difference, y’know?”

“You're a dog,” Steve drawls. “You do whatever my dad tells you to.”

Eddie’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. Steve’s mouth curls at the edges, but his eyes stay bored.

“How about you?” Eddie asks, once he has blinked the crimson shadows from his vision. “What did you do to incur his wrath? Must’ve been pretty bad, if you feigned being so wasted he’d send you home like some misbehaving child.”

“None of your business, is it?” Steve snaps. Then, after a second or two, the aloof facade slips back on and he shrugs. “He caught me in the bathroom with Hagan.”

Something slithers low in Eddie’s gut, dangerous and deadly like a coil of venomous snakes.

“What? That ugly, freckled fuckface? C’mon, you can do better than that.”

Steve laughs, a sound like the edge of a knife - bright and pretty and sharp-edged. “Why do you care? You don’t own me. What is it to you if Tommy fucking Hagan shoves his cock up my-”

He doesn’t get any further than that. Eddie pulls over to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. One fluid motion later, he has scaled the middle console and has Steve pinned on the backseat, wrists trapped over his head in a one-handed vice grip.

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “But this is where you’re wrong, see? You are mine. And one of these days, I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

Those pretty eyes go wide as he slides the knife from its holster. The blade gleams, catching what little light there is in the dark car. With one flick of his wrist, he slices away the top button of Steve’s expensive shirt, revealing the long, graceful line of that neck. Steve exhales a shaky breath and his throat bops with it.

“One of these days,” Eddie murmurs, trailing the tip of the blade over tan skin, leaving just the thinnest of red lines. “I’m gonna kill everyone who ever looked at you or touched you wrong and claim you as mine. Stuff you so full of my cock you forget about everyone else, until the only word you remember is my name. Carve my initials into that pretty skin of yours so nobody ever forgets who you belong to.”

Steve looks up at him, eyes bright and hazy, and a little whimper falls from his perfect lips. He writhes deliciously in Eddie’s hold, and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s scared, that he’s gonna plead for mercy.

But then he slots his leg between Steve’s thighs to hold him in place and he feels it. He looks down at the boy in awed surprise and can’t help the grin that creeps over his face.

When Steve speaks, his voice is hoarse and breathy, but not from fear.

“Do it, then,” he challenges, rolling his hips and grinding his hard cock against Eddie’s thigh. His lips strain to meet Eddie’s, breath warm and wet against his skin. “Make me yours.”

Eddie has never been so happy to obey in his life.

Part 5

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𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 - 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮

Featuring: Choso Kamo x fem!reader Genre: Fluff Word count: 6.1k Chapter 2 Like this? You can find my smaus here and my drabbles and other fics here! Do you also have a request? You can find my rules for requesting here! Synopsis: You meet your new neighbour, Choso, and his younger brother as they move in across the hall from you. He's your neighbour, and that's all he can be, right? No matter how attractive he might be.

Being neighbours with Choso Kamo, and his younger brother, Yuji, had always been… interesting, to say the least. You had first met the two when they were moving in across the hall from you - you had almost walked into a box that appeared to have two little legs sticking out from under it.

“Woah, there, little dude. Can you see over that box?” You had asked, worrying about the endless trip hazards that littered the hallway that could be detrimental to the kid’s wellbeing - and the wellbeing of whatever was inside the box.

“Er, not really!” A small voice replied. You looked over the box, seeing a patch of pink hair atop a grinning face that was looking up at you.

“Would you like some help? I’ll carry it for you if you show me where your taking it.”

“Yuji!” A low voice shouted, one you didn’t recognise as belonging to any of your other neighbours. A handsome stranger walked around the corner of the hallway, coming into your view. He was tall, and you could see the outline of his muscles as he gripped a similar box to the one the young boy - presumably Yuji - was carrying, albeit a lot smaller. “I told you not to wander off, and to take the small box, here, switch with me.” The man came closer towards you, and you got a better view of him, his pale skin, some smudged make up around his eyes, with a small face tattoo over the bridge of his nose. He crouched next to Yuji., putting his own smaller box down and taking the bigger box off him.

“’m sorry, Cho, I just wanted to help!” The pink-haired boy sounded deflated.

“I know you did, but I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself, or walk into someone and hurt both of you. Stick to the smaller boxes, okay bud?”

“Okay.” Yuji conceded, the interaction making your heart melt slightly. The man with the face tattoo, who you had continued to admire, with his long dark hair in two pigtails atop his head, turned to you. “I’m sorry, he didn’t crash into you, did he?”

“No, don’t worry, I managed to dodge the little box troll.” The nickname made Yuji giggle slightly, and you looked down at him with a small smile. “Are you guys moving into the building?” You asked the other man.

“Yeah, into 4c.”

“No way, that’s across from me! I guess you guys are my new neighbours.”

“Neighbours, hey? I guess we should introduce ourselves. I’m Choso.” Choso stook his hand out for you to shake, which you accepted, telling him your name. He blushed slightly when your hands made contact. His hand was warm, slightly calloused, and during the whole interaction you got to look deep into his eyes, studying their deep purple hues.

“I’m Yuji!” Yuji added, pulling you out of your moment with Choso. Yuji also stuck his hand out for you to shake, forcing you to pull away from the older man. You took his hand, shaking it hard enough to shake his entire arm with it, exaggerating the shake as if you were a businessman enclosing a million dollar deal.

“Well its nice to meet you, Yuji. And you too, Choso. Would you like some help with all your boxes? I can help you with the bigger ones, if you want. Save your little assistant here the struggle with them.”

“Are you sure? You really don’t have to, we can manage it ourselves.” Choso scratched the back of his neck.

“I have nothing better to do, so why not get to know my new neighbours?” You smiled brightly, and Choso could have sworn he melted into a puddle right there in the middle of the hall.

“Er, yeah, okay then. We could use a hand. But don’t feel like you have to. Or that you have to help until we’ve moved all of them-”

“Great!” You interrupted, “Yuuji, why don’t you show me where the rest of your boxes are? I’m sure Choso here can handle these two.”

“Okay! Follow me!”

The rest of your afternoon was spent shifting boxes of all sizes into the apartment that had sat empty across from your own. Choso told you that Yuji was his half-brother, and was moving in with him because his Grandad couldn’t look after an energetic five year old anymore, so he finally had an excuse to get a better apartment than his old one.

“Hey, erm, would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you for helping us. We were going to order some pizza?” Choso asked you quietly as you carried the last of the boxes into his new home. He silently cursed himself at how nervous he sounded - he was just trying to thank you for a kind gesture, for God’s sake. It didn’t matter that seeing the way you interacted with his younger brother, his whole world, had him internally screaming. Or that the glitter in your eye when you laughed had his heart going funny. Or that every time your shirt rode up he couldn’t help but imagining kissing your stomach, his mouth working itself further and further down-

“I’d love to! But er, why don’t we eat it at my place? Save you looking through all these boxes for plates and cups and stuff.”

“We don’t want to intrude-”

“Nonsense! I’d love to have you and my favourite little box troll over, and I’m offering, so you really aren’t intruding. Besides, it’s the neighbourly thing to do, no?” Really, you were just glad to have an excuse to spend more time with the two brothers.

“Pleeeeeease, Cho? I’m too tired to unpack.” Yuji flopped onto the floor, emphasising his point. “I don’t think I can move from this spot.”

”If you can’t move from there, how will you get to her apartment?” Choso responded, appearing to be annoyed at his little brother’s antics, but already you could read him well enough to know that he was only pretending.

“You’ll carry me!” Yuji lifted his head off the floor, giving his brother a toothy grin.

“Oh I will, will I? Maybe I’m too tired to lift anything.”

“Well, if you’re too tired to lift him,” you walked over until you were stood behind Yuji’s head, grabbing his arms and lifting them towards you, “I’ll just have to drag him over!” You started dragging Yuji, who was still lying on the floor, around the apartment, dodging the boxes scattered around as if you were doing an obstacle course. Yuji began laughing wildly, shouting at you to go faster. The whole scene had Choso laughing along with Yuji, and the sound had your face heating up. It was a low, but it sounded like someone had poured liquid joy into it. Yeah, I could get used to hearing that, you thought.

“Okay, okay, we’re not dragging Yuji across the dirty hallway floor. But we will come over for pizza - it’s on me though. It’s supposed to be us thanking you for your help.” You let go of Yuji, who was jumping up off the floor and bouncing excitedly.

“That sounds like a good compromise to me. Look at us, working well together. To my apartment we go!” You dramatically pulled your key out of your pocket dramatically, holding it up to show it off as it was a tool to help you on a mystic adventure.

You led the two boys into your apartment, telling them to make themselves at home. Yuji quickly found his seat on your couch, which he decided would be ‘his spot’ forever. Choso seemed more hesitant to make himself comfortable, but you urged him to sit next to his brother as you went to find some menus for local take-out pizza places.

“What type of pizza do you fancy, box troll?” You asked Yuji as you walked over to the sofa where the brothers sat, handing a menu you found to Choso.

“A big one.”

“A big one? Hungry, are we?”

“I’m starving!” The young boy put his hand to his forehead and dramatically gripped his stomach. You chuckled at this, wondering how the hell this kid could still have such energy levels.

“Well, we can’t have you dying of hunger on us, can we? What would we do with all of your teddies?” Choso tickled Yuji’s side with one hand , making him thrash about.

“Don’t - touch - my - teddies!” Yuji gasped between giggles.

“Okay, okay, I won’t.” Choso stopped his attack on Yuji’s side, “Do you want the same as always, Yuj?”

“Yes please!”

“What do you fancy?” Choso turned to you, bringing his phone out to dial the number of the pizza place.

“Oh, just whatever. I’m not fussy.” The dark-haired man ordered your food, and it arrived pretty quickly. He answered the door when it did arrive, not giving you the chance to hand some cash over to the delivery guy.

“Pizza, pizza, pizza!” Yuji chanted as his older brother carried the pizzas over to your coffee table, placing them down. Yuji dove into his immediately, munching on it happily - it was the quietest you’d seen him all day.

“Thank you, for all your help today.” Choso said sincerely as he ate his own food, sat next to you.

“Don’t worry about it! Just don’t be a stranger, okay? You two are both sweet, I think we could be good friends. And if you try to ignore me, I know where you live.” You truly meant the first part of your words. You had enjoyed spending time with the two brothers today - you didn’t want your relationship with them ending here, just being neighbours who would smile at each other when you occasionally crossed paths coming in and out of the building.

“We won’t. And I think you’re sweet, too.” Your face heated at his comment, “and Yuji just adores you already. I don’t think he’ll ever shut up about you.”

“So friends, not just neighbours?”

“Yeah, friends, not just neighbours.”

It was dark when you were woken up a few weeks later by a blaring noise. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get them to adjust to the black your room was coated in. You looked around until you started to comprehend what the noise was - the fire alarm. You groaned, looking at the clock on your bedside table: it read 3:04 AM.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” You mumbled, hopping out of bed and stumbling around in the dark, looking for some sweatpants and slippers to throw on. The fire alarm going off often happened in your building. Over the years you had spent living there, it had become a boy who cried wolf situation. It happened often enough you knew that it was probably a false alarm, which is why you made sure you were covered up and warm before leaving your apartment, shrugging on a jacket on the way out. It didn’t matter if there wasn’t actually a fire, you’d be stood outside for a decent amount of time whilst they investigated what could have caused the alarm to go off, and you did not want to be caught out in just the large tee you had been sleeping in.

You sluggishly made your way down the stairs of the building, a lot of your neighbours in the same half-awake, completely irritated state as you. It was a mutual belief that nothing was really happening, which just made you more confident this was a waste of time. Time that you could have been spent sleeping. You really weren’t in the mood to spend the witching hour out on the street rather than your own cosy bed.

You and the rest of your building made your way outside, and you stood on your phone, praying your WiFi was strong enough to reach the street the building sits on. It was unusually cold for the time of year, making you glad you had thought to grab a jacket. As you looked around, though, you realised not everyone had had the same thought. You heard a wail of your name, which had you turning around as you tried to find the source. You felt something heavy attach itself to your leg, realising what - or rather, who - had called for you.

You picked the pink haired boy up, taking him off your leg and into your arms. Yuji clung to you, wrapping his small arms around your neck and hiding his face into your shoulder. He was sniffling, and you could feel a wet patch forming on your shoulder.

“Oh Yuji,” You said softly, “it’s okay, I promise. This just happens sometimes. I bet it was just a practice.” With your free hand, you rubbed circles onto his back in what you hoped was a soothing motion.

“Yuji? Yuji!” You heard a deep, distressed, yell, the voice quavering slightly.

“It’s okay, Choso! I have him!” You called back, noticing Yuji’s older brother. He had his hair down, and was he shirtless? You couldn’t help but admire his form. His hair fell in a way that framed his face perfectly, and the soft glow of the street lights made it hart to ignore the gentle slope of his abs. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you realised what must have happened - he thought that there really was a fire, grabbed Yuji and got out as quickly as they could. It would explain why you hadn’t seen them on the fire escape, you must have missed them whilst you threw on some extra layers. He must sleep like that, you thought, and Yuji was only in his pyjamas and slippers too. They’d freeze by the time you were let back in the building.

“Yuji, you can’t just run off like that, okay? You need to stay with me when stuff like this happens.” Choso addressed his sibling as he approached the two of you, stroking his pink hair.

“I’m sorry, Cho. Just wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.” Yuji’s teeth chattered slightly as he spoke, and you could feel him shivering in your arms.

“Hey, you don’t have to worry about me, box troll.” You put him down, glad he had at least put some Spiderman slippers on before they left the apartment. You stayed at his eye level, shrugging off your jacket and wrapping it around him. “Keep this on, okay? We don’t want you freezing.”

“Do you know what’s happened? Why did the alarm go off?” Choso asked as he picked Yuji back up, keeping him close. You couldn’t tell if it was to make sure he knew were Yuji was, help calm Yuji down, or try and get some body heat off of the child that was usually a human radiator. You guessed it was probably all three.

“Not for sure, but this happens sometimes. Personally, I think it’s the stoners on the sixth floor that accidentally set it off, but I don’t think there’s a real fire or anything. Which is why I got dressed before getting out.” You gave him a half-assed look, which had him scratching his neck sheepishly with his free hand. The action only brought more attention to his muscles, which you tried hard not to stare at. “But it’s my bad for not warning you guys. It hasn’t happened for a couple months, so I hoped it was over.”

“Thank you for giving Yuji your jacket.” You glanced over at the young boy again, who had now calmed down and was even starting to doze off on his brother’s shoulder.

“Oh, it’s no worries. The little guy needs it more than I do. But are you okay? You must be freezing.”

“I didn’t really stop to think that we might be stood out here for a while. I just grabbed Yuji and got out.”

“Yeah, I figured as much. I wish I could give you something to keep you warm too. Maybe we should huddle like penguins for body heat.” Why the fuck did you just say that? Your face heated as you considering running away and starting a new life where you would never have to see Choso again. But then Choso laughed, and you realised that maybe a life that meant never seeing Choso again might not be preferable, even with how mortified you were currently feeling.

“God, I used to be obsessed with penguins when I was Yuji’s age.” Your embarrassment was soon forgotten after your neighbour’s little confession.

“What?” Your face scrunched in confusion.

“I’m serious. I used to be so obsessed with penguins. I had a giant penguin toy called Waddles, and Happy Feet was my favourite movie.”

“Happy Feet?” You asked him, a disbelieving smile written on your face.

“Yeah, Happy Feet. There was something about that tap dancing penguin. It made me want to learn to tap dance.”

“Hold on, you can’t just drop some Choso lore as wild as this and expect me to comprehend the information immediately. When you were a child, you were obsessed with penguins and tap danced?”

“Wanted to tap dance. I never actually did. Although I did try to copy it from the movie. Keep in mind I was five years old.”

“This is making me see you in a whole new light. I can’t believe this. You, cool emo boy Choso Kamo, wanted to tap dance?”

“Where the hell did you get the idea that I’m cool?”

“Look at you! With your face tattoo, long hair and brooding vibe.”

“I am not cool. My only friend is my little brother. And he’s five, so he has to like me.”

“Wow, I see how it is. I’m stood right here and you just deny our friendship. Wow, I thought you were different. But I guess every emo has to be a loner. I’ll just leave you to enjoy your My Chemical Romance CDs.” Your voice was practically dripping sarcasm, your mouth shaping into a smirk as you spoke.

“How do you know I listen to My Chemical Romance?” Choso looked at you quizzically, making your smirk transform into a beaming grin as you laughed. “Okay okay, I have two friends, and one of them is my younger brother.”

“Much better.” You nodded approvingly, and a comforting silence settled over the two of you. You glanced back at Choso, who was busying himself with fussing over his sleeping brother. His presence seemed to warm you from the inside, so much so you could hardly feel the cold night air, even without your jacket. There was just something about him that had you so… enthralled. Since your first meeting, the two of you had kept running into each other when leaving and entering your shared building, and you had both kept your promise of being friends, not just neighbours. Passing each other in the corridor often turned into full length conversations, and you had even joined him and Yuji for dinner multiple times.

However, a small part of you longed to be more than friends. He was insanely attractive (no one could deny that) but it was also the way his love for his younger brother shone in everything that he did. The way he seemed to notice you were having a bad day from the way you walked down the hallway. The way that you just felt so at ease around him, and you hoped you made him feel the same way. The random comment about his younger self wasn’t that out of place - you often found yourself spilling facts about yourself you had never told anyone before, and he evidently did the same. There was just something so trustworthy about him. He was a comfort, you had realised. Around Choso, you could just be. You didn’t have to think about trying to sound clever, or even bother about your appearance. Even when seeing you sleep deprived, in your pyjama top and sweatpants, you couldn’t bring yourself to fret over your looks, knowing that he really didn’t care. You could just exist and be happy. You could get used to that.

Eventually, you were let back into the building. Yuji was still out cold on Choso’s shoulders, whose arms had gone numb, but he couldn’t bring himself to wake him up so that he could stand and give his arms a break. Choso tucked Yuji straight back into his bed, taking his Spiderman’s slippers and your jacket off. Yuji stirred, but didn’t wake, and clutched onto a worn penguin stuffed animal. As Choso stopped to admire the sight of his younger brother resting comfortably, glad he wasn’t too distressed from the night’s events, three gentle knocks sounded on his front door.

You stood on the other side of it, clutching a kettle and some tea bags in your hands. “It’s decaf tea.” You explained sheepishly, “I thought it might help you warm up. We were stood out there for like an hour, I don’t want you to get sick or anything.”

“Thank you.” Choso said earnestly, stepping to the side to allow you to enter his apartment. You plugged your electric kettle in and filled it with water, leaving it to boil. “Lego Batman or Lego Ninjago?” He asked, showing off the designs on two mugs he pulled out of a cupboard.

“Hm.. I’ll have to go with Batman, I think. I’m guessing they’re Yuji’s?”

“Yeah. I told him he could pick out some stuff for the new apartment when we moved in together, but I’m starting to regret it.”

“You didn’t get any more?”

“Honestly, I didn’t care because I didn’t think we’d have any guests.”

“You really care about Yuji, don’t you?” You asked, wanting to divert the conversation into a more positive topic.

“He’s my little brother, of course I care about him. He’s my entire world, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“He’s such a little ray of sunshine. You’re great with him.”

“Thank you, seriously. It means a lot.” You let Choso carry on as you poured your now boiled water from your kettle into the mugs, the teabags waiting inside them. “It’s hard. I’d do anything for him, but suddenly caring for him full time has been a shock. I’m still adjusting, I think.”

“I bet. Having a kid is difficult, never mind taking one in almost overnight.”

“Yeah.” There was a pregnant pause, “but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I mean, if I hadn’t taken him in, I never would have met you, would I?” Your hand faltered at that slightly, causing you to spill the hot water.

“Shit!” You exclaimed as some splashed back onto your arm. At least now you could blame your fluster on your injury rather than your neighbour’s words.

“Oh my God, are you okay? Here, run it under the cold tap, I think we have some plasters around.” Choso led you to the sink, turning on the cold water before turning to root through one of his kitchen drawers.

“I’m fine, Cho, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing serious, let me get back to the teas.”

“Don’t be silly, I can’t accept you making me a drink whilst you’re hurt. Besides, I think you’re gonna really want one of these plasters.”

“What makes you say that?”

“They’re Hello Kitty.”

“Hello Kitty? Is this another childhood obsession of yours, along with tap dancing and penguins?”

“It wasn’t tap dancing and penguins, it was just tap dancing penguins, thank you very much. And no, this was another Yuji pick. He says they remind him of his uncle.” You chuckled at that, turning the cold water off and patting your arm dry with a tissue. “Here, let me.” Choso took a hold of your arm, inspecting it in the low light of his kitchen. Him being this close had your breath hitching and muscles tensing.

“Relax, I don’t bite. Promise.” Choso let go of your arm with one hand, only to use it to grab one of the pink plasters from the box and gently apply it to your burn. He itched to press a chaste kiss onto it, as if his kiss would help it heal faster. Kiss it better, like Yuji always demanded. You stood there, in front of his kitchen sink, one of his hands gently gripping your arm, looking into his eyes for a beat too long, as if the two of you were in a daze. You were the first one to break from it, though, clearing your throat and pulling your arm from his hold. It burnt where his fingers had grazed your skin, but not in the painful stinging sensation you felt from your actual burn. This was more like a pleasant tingle, one you wanted to experience more of.

“The teas.” The curt sentence was your attempt at explaining your quick movements, trying to ignore the flash of hurt you saw in your neighbour’s eyes.

“Yeah, the teas. I’ll finish pouring the water, if you grab the milk out of the fridge?” Choso turned away from you, heading back to the counter where the one and a half mugs of tea sat. You did as instructed, and couldn’t help appreciating the domesticity of it all. It didn’t matter that it was almost half four in the morning and that you should really get some sleep before you had to head to work in a few hours. Even the slight pain in your arm didn’t really register, not when you could almost picture doing this every morning, making each other your morning coffees as one of you helped Yuji get ready for the day.

Oh get it together, you mentally scolded yourself, bringing you out of your fantasy, he’s your neighbour, for crying out loud. You’ve only known him a few weeks!

“Er, the milk?” Choso’s voice brought you out of your impending spiral.

“Sorry, just… away with the fairies.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Oh nothing, just how bloody tired I’m going to be tomorrow.”

“Am I keeping you up? Don’t feel like you have to stay or anything.”

“Don’t be stupid - I’m the one that brought the supplies over. If anything, I’m the one keeping you up. You’re the one that will have to deal with a hyperactive child tomorrow.” You handed Choso the milk, and he started pouring it into the mugs.

“At least he got to sleep - oh! Your jacket is in his room, I’ll grab it for you once we’re done with these.” He slid you the Lego Batman cup, as requested. As the two of you drank your drinks, the conversation flowed easily. Choso had put a hoodie on since returning to his apartment, but you couldn’t help but reminisce about his shirtless state. Why did he have to be attractive and a good person and funny? It was unfair, really. Yeah, you thought as you eventually made your way back to your own apartment, you were screwed.

Another couple of weeks passed, yet you found yourself being woken in the middle of the night again. It wasn’t the fire alarm that had woken you this time, though, and it was way too early to have been your actual alarm. You rubbed your eyes, yawning, when you felt two small hands on your arm, shaking it slightly. You shot bolt up right, hitting something on the way up.

“OW!” A child’s voice yelled, and you heard them sniffle, as if they were about to cry. Your head whipped around to where the sound was coming from, and you could see a pink tinge in the darkness of your room.

“Yuji?” You whisper-shouted, dumbfounded. Your bedroom door was wide open, and you could see from your position that your apartment door was also hanging open. Not only that, but you could see directly into Choso and Yuji’s apartment. What the fuck was going on?

“You hurt my head.” Yuji’s voice was small, and you could hear little cries coming from him.

“Oh I’m sorry sweetie, you scared me, that’s all. It was just an accident.” You pulled him off the floor and onto your lap, his back to your chest.

“I forgive you.” The young boy wiped his eyes, and you stroked his hair as you had seen Choso do to calm him down.

“What are you doing here, sweetie? Has something happened?”

“I had something to tell you!” He perked up as he remembered the venture that had brought him into your apartment.

“How did you get in, Yuji?”

“I used the keys!” He fished in his pocket, pulling out a loop of keys. Your spare key, the one you had given Choso two days ago for emergencies and safe keeping. He must have used it to unlock your door, and you guessed the other one was a spare key to his own apartment.

“Why don’t you give me those, and we’ll get you back to bed, yeah?”

“But I had something to tell you!”

“You can tell me whilst we get you to bed again, okay?”

“Okay!” At that, Yuji hopped off your bed and waited expectantly for you to do the same. You did so begrudgingly, really not wanting to leave the comfort of your warm bed. You threw on your slippers as Yuji handed you the keys, and you grabbed his hand with your spare one to walk him across the hall. You made sure to shut your bedroom door behind you, and to close and lock your front one. During this, Yuji told you about a cool fact he had learnt at school that day, something about the Titanic, of all things.

“That’s really interesting, Yuji!” You smiled along as he led you to his bedroom, hopping happily back into his own bed now that his quest had been fulfilled.

“I know! So when I remembered it, I just had to tell you straight away!”

“As cute as that is, Yuji, you can’t just come and wake me up in the middle of the night, okay? We don’t want Choso wondering where you are do we?”

“Are you talking about me?” You turned around, and sure enough, there stood Choso, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Or I guess a better question is what are you doing here?” He aimed that second question at you.

“I, er, urm…” You were stumbling over your words at the sight of him - he was shirtless again, and this time he was just in a pair of boxers.

“I had to tell her my interesting fact, so I went to her apartment!” Yuji answered for you, beaming at his older brother.

“Yeah,” you regained your composure, “so I brought him back here to tuck him safely back into bed. I was just explaining that he can’t just come over in the middle of the night, lest he worry you.”

“But what if I remember something I have to tell you? I might forget it again if I go back to sleep!” Yuji protested.

“Well, why don’t we get you a little notebook where you can write down the things you want to tell me. Then, whenever you see me next, you can read me everything you had to say.” You suggested.

“Can it be a superhero notebook?”

“Yuji-” Choso’s voice was stern, but you interrupted him.

“Of course it can. Now let’s get some sleep, yeah?”

“Okay!” Yuji thought for a minute, “but can you kiss my head better? It still hurts.”

“What happened to his head?” Choso’s voice was full of worry.

“I bumped it with mine when he woke me up - he scared me and I jolted right up.”

“So can you kiss it better? I don’t think I will be able to sleep if you don’t.” You looked at Choso, seeking his approval before you did anything. When he nodded, you pecked Yuji’s forehead.

“Thank you! It doesn’t hurt anymore.” The small boy beamed.

“You’re welcome. Good night, Yuji.”

“Good night!” You and Choso left Yuji’s room, closing the door on your way out.

“I think these are yours. Maybe you should start keeping them somewhere the little guy can’t reach.” You whispered, not wanting to be heard through the door of Yuji’s room.

“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe he did that, and that I didn’t notice until I heard you guys talking.”

“Hey, it’s okay. No harm done, although we might have matching bruises in the morning.” You rubbed your own forehead, which had started throbbing slightly now that the adrenaline of being woken by an intruder in the middle of the night had worn off. You looked away from Choso, suddenly finding the plain wall opposite you the most interesting thing in the world, in an attempt to not stare at his almost bare body. Choso’s whole body blushed when he too realised just what he was wearing, which really wasn’t much.

“Er, it’s warm in my room. I don’t normally spend my time walking around in just my underwear.” He explained.

“Oh yeah, sure.” You nodded at his words, taking in a deep breath. As you let it out though, you started laughing at the awkwardness that lined this conversation.

“What?” Choso looked at you questioningly.

“Oh, nothing. Just never thought that I’d get a hot new neighbour and end up in his apartment during the early hours of the morning, putting his younger brother to bed whilst he’s in his boxers.”

“You think I’m hot?” He asked, and your face heated at your slip-up.

“I didn’t say that.” You tried to laugh it off.

“Yeah you did. If it’s any consolation, I never thought I’d find my beautiful new neighbour putting my little brother to bed in the early hours of the morning.”

“You had to one-up me, didn’t you?” You tried not to show just how badly his compliment affected you, your face near-boiling.

“Why don’t I take you to dinner?” Choso asked.

“As an apology for Yuji sneaking into my apartment to tell me about the Titanic?”

“As a date. But that too.”

“Er, yeah. I mean, um, I’d really like that. Yeah.”

“I’ll text you the details?”

“Yeah. That er, that sounds good.”

“Good.” A bashful silence settled between the two, both of you grinning like idiots at the prospect of a date together, and the idea that your feelings for each other are reciprocated.

“I’m er, gonna head back. Get some sleep.” Your whisper broke the quiet.

“Yeah, obviously.” Choso’s eyes widened slightly as he snapped back into reality. He knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep, his mind racing with the possibilities of where to take you for a first date. He had imagined it to himself so many times over the past two months or so you had known each other, yet none of his fantasies seemed good enough for the real thing. You both nodded at each other, saying quiet goodbyes and wishing each other a good night and sweet dreams before you departed. When back in the safety of your own apartment, closing and locking your front door, you let out a high pitched squeal, waving your arms around and jumping up and down. You were going on a date with Choso. You were actually going on a fucking date with Choso Kamo. Suddenly, you were very thankful for Yuji’s impatience.

[Chapter 2]

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"That child is staring at you." Malec

“That child is staring at you.”

Magnus pauses his inspection of the dessert table and twirls around to find his friends.

Catarina tugs at the lapels of her jacket and not-so-subtle tilts her head to the right, gesturing towards a little boy who is indeed staring at Magnus – not-so-subtly either.

When Tessa said ‘come as you are’ to the wedding, this is probably not what she meant, Magnus thinks.

“I told you not to wear that jacket,” Ragnor hisses as he adjusts his bowtie for the hundredth time. Magnus just knows Catarina is going to pluck and throw it off the balcony any minute now. “The thing is a choking hazard for children. Poor thing is probably thinking you’re here to murder him.”

Magnus looks at the child again.

He doesn’t look scared. If anything, his brown eyes are curious. Maybe he likes choking on sequins. Children are odd like that.

“He’s probably wondering how you come you’re having dessert, and he is not,” Catarina coos, ready to feed the boy herself. “We should probably get him a plate-”

“Yeah, you do that,” Magnus hums and turns around.

He has a strict policy about these things - Stay away from children, vegans, and Peruvians. The last time he interacted with one of those things, he almost died. One of his biggest nightmares is dueling with a Peruvian child who just happens to be vegan.

Ragnor tackles Catarina and drags her away before she decides to babysit yet another abandoned child at yet another party. Magnus chuckles to himself as he returns his interest to much sweeter things.

He’s barely served himself the chocolate mousse he’s been eyeing since he got to the venue when he feels something pull at his jacket.

He immediately worries he’s somehow subconsciously brought Chairman Meow to the wedding – against Tessa’s strict orders. He’s pretty sure it’s all a ruse to stop her husband from bringing his own.

Magnus thinks it’s a stupid rule. How come children are allowed and cats are not? Sure they both get messy easily, but at least cats know how to clean themselves up.

“Um, hello little one,” Magnus greets the child awkwardly.

Okay. Now what?

“Do you like boys?” the boy asks him seriously.

Magnus frowns a little.

Sure, no heterosexual creature would wear this outfit – as if they can pull it off! But it’s not very nice to assume, is it? Where are this child’s parents and what have they taught him?

But Magnus doesn’t have the energy or patience to educate this boy on gender norms, so he simply nods. “Yes.”

“Okay, thank you,” the boy replies and then runs away.

Okay then.

Magnus turns back to the dessert table. Chocolate Mousse, here I come!

He takes his dessert plate and makes his way back to his table. A loud child runs past him, mouth covered in what could only be from the now-ruined chocolate fountain. Magnus shudders as he takes his seat next to his friends. “Why would anyone want one of those?”

“Chocolate mousse?” Catarina steals a bite from his plate.

“Children,” Magnus corrects.

“Ah,” Ragnor says. “I thought we had the talk, Magnus? Do you need a refresher?”

“I didn’t ask how people have children, Ragnor, I asked why,” Magnus rolls his eyes, stabbing at his dessert with a spoon.

“We need alcohol for that conversation,” Catarina informs him with a huff, before lowering her voice. “This wedding doesn’t have an open bar.”

“That’s because our dear Tessa knows what certain people get up to when there are open bars at weddings,” Ragnor hums into his glass of white.

“Hey, you’re the one who dared me to make a champagne tower of my own!” Magnus argues.

“Magnus!” Catarina giggles, already a little tipsy from the limited wine they’ve been hogging all evening. “You must have an open bar when you get married.”

“When I get married?” Magnus glares at the certainty in her voice. “I’ll have you know that I never intend to tie the knot. If anyone is next in the group, it’s Ragnor.”

“Unless I’ve been secretly married this entire time!” Ragnor gasps dramatically.

Magnus rolls his eyes fondly at the man’s theatrics, who is also tipsy now, and pulls his glass of wine away. Tessa, the wisest among them, made a good call by cancelling the open bar.

“My point is,” he clears his throat and turns his attention to Catarina again. “I don’t know understand why anyone would want any of that. Marriage and children, dear god, the children-”

“Excuse me?”

Magnus turns around at the voice and then blinks slowly. A pair of dark blue eyes blink back at him.

Neither person says anything for a moment. They simply stare at each other.

In Magnus’ defense, there is a lot to stare at.

Ragnor clears his throat loudly behind him. Magnus coughs. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry,” the tall, hot, stranger clears his throat, shaking his head a little. “I was gonna-But then your face-”

“Is something wrong with my face?” Magnus frowns, dabbing his mouth with a napkin to wipe off any excess mousse.

“No. No. Nothing’s wrong,” the man replies quickly, looking horrified. “Actually, everything is right with it. Perfectly right.”

“Uh,” Magnus replies eloquently.

Catarina, ever the helpful one, parrots off a list of digits. “That’s his number if that’s why you’re here.”

“Catarina!” Magnus hisses under his breath.

Not that he minds. But it’s not very helpful. What if the man forgets it? Maybe she should write it down in a napkin or something.

“Oh, uh, actually, I wanted to ask you if you mind talking to my son and telling him you’re married?” the man replies.

Magnus blinks at those confusing words. “Pardon?”

“My son,” the man repeats slowly, as if he thinks Magnus is inebriated like the rest of his friends who are giggling behind him right now. “He asked me to ask you out.”

“Oh,” Magnus says.

Maybe children aren’t completely useless after all.

“You have a son?” Magnus asks the important questions first.

“I have two,” the man smiles fondly and then points at the distance.

And there they are.

The inquisitive and slightly unnerving one – and the little, loud one who looks like he stuffed his face in the chocolate fountain again.

“Those are your children?” Magnus inquires and the man nods. Well, this is very important information indeed. “I see.”

“Rafael can be a little intense,” the man chuckles awkwardly. “He’s not gonna take no for an answer unless there is a logical flaw in his plan.”

“I’m sorry, how old is this child again?” Magnus asks curiously.

“He’s five,” the man replies. “Max is three.”

“Great age for them to adjust to new family dynamics,” Catarina provides unhelpfully.

“Okay, that’s enough wine for both of you,” Magnus glares at her before moving away her glass too.

The stranger looks horrified by that. “Oh no, I wasn’t propositioning you or anything-”

“Why not?” Ragnor frowns, offended on behalf of Magnus. “He does have a face where everything is right. Your words, mate, not mine.”

“Ragnor!” Magnus hisses again and turns to the stranger, taking pity on him. “I am so sorry, eh-”

“Alec,” the man provides.

“Alec,” Magnus smiles at the man. It suits him. “It seems I have two children of my own.”

“They grow up so fast, don’t they?” Alec sighs wistfully.

Magnus laughs at that and then sighs softly. “I am happy to talk to your son. Although I am not actually married, and I don’t condone lying.”

Ragnor and Catarina cough loudly in unison. Magnus chooses to ignore them.

“Oh,” Alec says, nodding in understanding. “That’s fair. Maybe you could just say you’re not interested? I’m sure Rafael would understand. I’ve been teaching them both to take no for an answer.”

“That’s very important,” Magnus nods appreciatively. And then. “But as I said, I don’t condone lying.”

“Oh,” Alec says again. And then. “Oh.”

“Hm-hm,” Magnus grins at that.

“Right,” Alec clears his throat and turns to Catarina. “I’m sorry, can you say his number again? Wait, I might need a napkin-”

“I’m sure I can put in your phone directly, darling,” Magnus chuckles as he gets off the chair. “Now, should we go tell your children that you’ve succeeded in your quest?”

Alec smiles before frowning again. “Rafael is gonna be insufferable about this.”

“Not to scare you away already, but I am worse,” Magnus informs as he grabs the man’s arm. “Lead the way.”

“I told you you’re next!” Catarina yells after him.

Magnus doesn’t flip her off. Not with the wedding photographer lurking about. Tessa will have his head if she finds evidence of his unruly behavior at her wedding.

“Hey, quick question,” Alec stops, looking a little worried. “You like kids, right?”

“Oh,” Magnus says and then smiles. “I love kids.”

#someone write part 2 where magnus is just obsessed with the kiddos #i wrote this half asleep so dont blame me for the typos #okay gonna board my second flight now bye #malec #my ficlets #dani writes stuff

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