#he was about to pull away cause he thought he overstep the other's boundaries or smth

[lunart-06]

Kamukura with emotions doesn't make him weaker than before, just because he's in relationship with Makoto doesn't mean he's gone completely *soft*. He's only gone soft in just one angle, the rest is still pretty much still the same except now he perfers to rest his head on Makoto's lap than anything else that was already available for him to simply just lean his head against.

The first thing he feels when being around makoto isn't *love*, it's simply the same feeling he always felt which is *boredom*. And the second that came along wasn't the first thing mentioned, it's *interest* (from the form of the prespective of boring normalcy that differs his own) that slowly by time turned into *obsession* (realizing this whole thing is much better than when being stuck in the tight room in his lab) and by then began to be sticking around the guy instead of the other way around and it'll be a surprise to Makoto one day and to Makoto that will only be taken as an invitation to be closer. A progress.

All in all *love* will be the LAST THING appeared even AFTER they were in a relationship because it is something that Kamukura HAS to come in terms or accept himself, or realising too late to stop it cause he only accept to be "in a relationship" (with the entitlement of 'lovers' or 'partners' and everything) with Makoto simply in a way so Makoto can stay close to him (knowing the guy's unyielding loyalty and used that to his gain), because Makoto continues to make himself intriguing to Kamukura in his own boring, simple ways because Kamukura has grow to hate and berated normalcy of the untalented by his teachers and developed it through there. Plus he never gets to experience or learn a lot more of it other than the lab staffs' explanation of how "boring" it is and it's seem to also be the reason *he* became Kamukura in the first place as well.

(So the beggining of their relationship itself, the "love" part was one-sided. Kinda. In a way)

Sure it *is* boring. The whole "normal lifestyle" thing is sure sucked away his life source (if he even had one) and it's already just as he expected even when he lets Makoto around for at least a few days, he only let the guy around cause his luck is unexpected at most times but then of COURSE Makoto would use those times to shimmy his way into Kamukura's life. Shortly yet slowly. A very strange pace it is but it worked well with both of them.

His sickening optimistic, motivating nature to upbring Kamukura's gloomy, unmotivated one to pull him in the most boring of activities eventhough he had stated either directly or indirectly that those are, obviously, *boring*.

But Makoto's other traits that has first caught him just *slightly* off guard (which is. Rare and almost to never) was his undeterred determination to prove someone wrong (either in a morality sense in what was naively generally right). Perhaps he has been too assuming of Makoto's commonly pushover antics, or maybe Makoto's usual everyday and everytime genuine optimism has put his guard down just a bit that it made him passed by the fact that Makoto- no matter how positive and hopeful- *can* get mad or bothered if being triggered in certain ways. Certain ways as in if it involves someone else or views of things morally in a negative sense (the reaction made Makoto look more.. real. Something along that line).

Im also thinking how at some point, that *stubborn* determination that *always* butts in whenever Kamukura try to state or refuse. To try and always attempting to change his mind and at some point it led to another breaking point leading to the next change and that would be Kamukura- in his still usual bored tone yet out of character dialogue, said, in *annoyance*; "can you shut up." And doesn't THAT caught them BOTH off guard.

Silence followed when both were lost in their own thoughts in trying to process it before Makoto snapped out of it first to apologise for crossing the line and in promise to not do it again. Which, Kamukura is fine with but at the same time- "no" he would say, "keep talking". Cause sure, Kamukura has a fair share of being annoyed sometimes, but THIS is different, because just *how* can he be so easily annoyed over something so... *simple* as Makoto to be able to *blurted out* the moment of thought? It's something worth to explore more. To *experience*. Because it's new and when it's new, it's usually *interesting and unexpected* to someone like Kamukura.

And sometimes it's not just usually some new emotion just popped up at certain times, it's also the fact how constant it is of how the emotions he had experienced off kept *shifting*. He'd be bored then suddenly feeling intrigued in something then suddenly be slightly fluttery-ish? ('Amused' he noted) or suddenly feeling heavy in his chest ('sadness' he thought), heck, even the feeling of something clawing his insides when Makoto almost get a brick crushed his own head ('fear' he whispered to himself) then suddenly sometimes shifts back to being bored, then intrigued, then over and over in an out of order cycle. It either shift back to the same things or it develops something new.

It was never just one thing everyday just like how things are before meeting Makoto- like continuously be bored of everything and that's what makes things both overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time.

I also think that another thing that pulls Kamukura to Makoto is that just from Makoto, wanting to hang out and stick to him, to befriended him, with the payment only be *spending some time with Kamukura* and not to use him for his talents and abilities alone. Is one thing Kamukura unmanaged to just *understand* or fully grasp. In the end though he resolved by thinking that perhaps this is just a Makoto thing. That Makoto is being too good or cared too much of others in a way. But it does put Kamukura in a good "hm..." moment though.

I have a funny imagery that Kamukura just seem to be more often being put *slightly* off guard more by Makoto (wether intentionally or unintentionally which is usually the latter) than anyone else does. To which he be more on guard than he is before and to not jump to the most obvious conclusions or assumptions on some people because, of course, the Makoto situation and all. To which also means it made him statistically *more* dangerous than before (congrats Makoto! You made him more cautious or more thoughts in than usual of what was around him!).

His obsession in wanting to keep Makoto close to him by time will become apart of his own conciousness that *I* believe to be the case. Because after everything?? Everything that happened for the last few months?? Wether before or after being together (though I believe the moment they are together is the moment where the feeling became more hecticly stronger)?? It would only be obvious that he would, for once, *accidentally* (cause really, since when does being with Makoto Naegi means anything gone as planned?) Putting the obsession from wanting Naegi close because he is the first and often only source of interest for Kamukura's own bargained to wanting Makoto close because suddenly he was in too deep in the pit he had been *still* continuously dig himself in and finding that he doesn't *like* it when Makoto was out of reach.

(Going from trying to keep the guy around for selfish reasons by means to keep himself out of his usual bored state [cause let's face it, Kamukura isn't a good person, nor a bad one either, heck doesn't even attempted in search to at least *try* to quench his boredom just because he lacks any sort of motivation. But if the interesting thing were to suddenly presented dangling just in sight he WILL grab onto it tightly.], to obsessively trying to not get the guy lost out of his reach figuratively or metaphorically sense cause he *knows* that he will never *feels* something like this again, to feeling just *right* to have Makoto close to him and not letting go just because he doesn't *like* it)

I doubt Kamukura even realised the moment he had been *attached* to Makoto, simply because he had never experience emotions in the first place other than just knowing the basic theories to diagnose others in. And when he did, it's too late by then (it won't be him unable to escape Makoto. No, no, on the contrary, Makoto will be unable to escape *him*).

So anyways. Love isn't the priority to Kamukura since the very beggining in the start of their relationship, because the other foreign subjects that is emotions (twinging sadness, light amusement, flickering annoyance, poisonous jealousy, and dare he not admit the clawing fear) *are* the foundations that build his own *version* of what was the concept of 'Love' is.

Love is different to everyone afterall, so far what Kamukura has learned and see, if there was anything the same about all of it is that; love is a form of passion, and the connection of the bonds, it can be different from others, but Kamukura *doesn't* feel anything a lot WITH anyone else in general more than he is with Makoto. So essentially to him, it was different. It's not love that was viewed *generally* but it was his own version nonetheless.

This is just *my* insight of how I see Kamuegi *in* Kamukura's prespective. Cause he is my favorite character to write. You can do so many things to him in certain situations no matter how impossible it seem to try and not break his character. But that's the thing. You NEED to break certain characters, but as long as you didn't break the fundamental core of their characters then trust me, it's more of a scratch or a rather small crack on a ceramic vase than it looking all smashed up.

Sometimes you GOTTA make a scratch or heck, added something on it, without it losing it's shape or material as a ceramic vase, in order to make it slightly more jazzam get it? Or to make it work for the theme of the room you placed it in. (Not me using the vase metaphor for all of this)

[insanechayne]

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[thebeesatemyknees]

141 as ex-husbands

Some ex-husband (ooc) Simon Ghost Riley, John Price, Kyle Gaz Garrick and Johnny Soap MacTavish x reader headcanons.

Word count: 860 || No warnings (let me know if any). || Reader: gender neutral. Pronouns: "you"

Note: In all four scenarios, you got divorced for fairly harmless reasons. You were getting along, you loved each other, there was no fighting. But perhaps you realised that you both have different hopes for the future. Maybe you got sick of waiting for him, missing him, of worrying if he's gonna come home alive and in one piece. Maybe he didn't realise how lonely you felt beside him.

Ex-husband Simon Riley, who still thinks of you as "his", but not in a possessive way. You're still his person, his family. He still would do anything for you and wouldn't even give it a second thought. 

You need help assembling new furniture? He can come by after work. Need a ride to the doctor's appointment? He needed to run some errands anyway, it's not a big deal. Anything happens while he's deployed? You can call his base and he'll contact you as soon as possible.

And he doesn't expect anything back. How could he? He's gonna do anything for you because that's what you're supposed to do for your people. And he'll give you your space, keep it clean between you. You wanted a divorce and he respects that, doing his best not to overstep any boundaries. He's mindful of the things he says, keeps his hands away from you. A respectful distance.

But God, does he miss you. If you showed the slightest interest in getting back together, he would agree immediately, going back to what you two had, as if the divorce never happened. 

Ex-husband John Price, who kinda forgets that you're not married anymore. Similar to Simon, John still thinks of you as his and would do anything for you without expecting anything back. 

But you often have to remind him that he's overstepping. "Darling" or "love" casually added to his sentences. Hands gently holding your shoulders or hips while he directs you to move to a different spot. He doesn't do it on purpose. The last thing he'd want is to disrespect your boundaries or make you uncomfortable. But keeping you close just comes so naturally to him.

He apologises quietly when you reprimand him, pulling his hands away and restating what he said without the pet name this time.

He wouldn't beg you to give him another chance. He's got enough respect, towards you and himself, to not be dramatic, to not make it messy. But he has a hard time accepting this new reality.

Ex-husband Kyle Garrick, who subconsciously goes back to courting you, as if your marriage never happened and all of it was still ahead of you. 

He's more distant, doesn't initiate touches, doesn't use pet names anymore. And at first you think it's because that's just how break-ups work, because he'd moved on. But it all seems to be caused by him suddenly becoming almost shy around you. 

He sends you messages from time to time, checking if you're doing alright. He asks you out for coffee, just to catch up. You ended things on good terms, so there's no harm in it, right? And you can see him trying to act casually about it. He brings you one singular flower he picked on his way to the café. Cuz you like them, don't you? It's not a big deal, he saw it and put it in the pocket of his jacket. So casual. Then, your conversation stays on a purely platonic path. Well, except for a few compliments and pick up lines he throws your way. But that's what friends do! And if you don't let him drive you home, he asks you to at least text him to let him know you got back safely.

If you confront him about his behaviour, he gets quiet. His jaw twitches, a shameful look fills his eyes as he looks away, unable to fully face you. He doesn't feel like he's in the position to defend himself, to argue. He's guilty. He wants you back for himself. And he so badly regrets letting you go without trying harder to fix things.

Ex-husband Johnny MacTavish, who becomes bitter towards the whole world. He's not happy about losing you and he's straightforward about it. He's hurt, filled with regrets, he's angry - but not directly at you. He understands and respects your wishes, but he's just so angry with himself. Angry that he didn't notice where your marriage was going, that he didn't change his ways, that he assumed that you're his and therefore he's got a lot of time to slowly fix things. Angry that he didn't do enough. 

He wouldn't hide his emotions. He wouldn't get shy,  wouldn't just quietly yearn for you. 

He keeps his hands to himself, making sure he doesn't make you uncomfortable and that you still feel safe around him. But he continuously asks you for another chance. He knows better now. He can be better. Just give him a chance. Or at least let him do this or that for you. And don't act as if him helping you is weird! He's yours, nothing will change that. He promised he'd be there in sickness and in health, and he meant it. No matter how much your life-paths split. So stop pushing him away and just let him help. He'll stop asking you for a second chance, but at least let him be there for you.

He aggressively offers himself to you. Getting upset and moody if you act as if he was more akin to a stranger rather than someone who belonged, body and soul, to you.

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Secret Ingredient

Summary- After Eddie helps you out you reward him with a batch of your very special homemade brownies

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- Stalker behavior from an unnamed character

Tag List- @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @munsonology @esme-viridian @gvf23 @wheels-of-despair @goatsmcgee @flawiette

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Word Count- 1.8k

You sighed as you waited outside the front doors of the school.

You were finally set free close to two hours ago, and you had originally planned to meet up with Eddie a bit earlier, but of course Hellfire had come up and you knew he couldn’t miss something like that. He sure made it seem like he couldn’t miss something like that.

A few weeks ago you had come to him about a little issue with one of the guys around school. You didn’t know anything about this guy but it seemed like he knew an awful lot about you. Your name, your class schedule, even the car you drove to and from school and you hated knowing that no matter how many times you’ve told him to leave you alone it just wouldn’t end. He’d always be sneaking looks at you as you walked past or trying to make it seem like he just so happened to find the only spot open in the lunch room was next to him. And you’d rather eat in your car than be around someone who could care less about your own comfort.

Eddie wasn’t known as the kind of guy who would take care of situations like this, but you knew he was someone that wasn’t very well liked by the other students. Especially with his reputation. He was the perfect candidate to scare this creep off.

You came to Eddie last Monday, just as the bell rang for lunch while he was still getting some things together in his backpack. You explained the situation to him and he seemed like he was genuinely apologetic for how this guy was treating you. He could understand this guy having a little crush on you, that was to be expected, but he was taking it too far and Eddie didn’t like that one bit. You didn’t know each other well but he was absolutely willing to help you out. He is a gentleman after all, who was he to deny the request of a girl in need.

For the last two weeks it was perfect.

Eddie would walk you to your classes, even carrying your books for you, giving this creep menacing looks each time he caught his eyes on you. He’d watch out for you as you walked to your car, just to make sure this guy didn’t try to pull any cheap moves by catching you all alone. There was only one incident that he seemed to take too far, but you weren’t going to complain if it kept him away from you.

Yesterday, Eddie thought that this guy overstepped a boundary that he truly couldn’t believe. He had been keeping his eye on him, which meant he had the other guys keep their eyes and ears open for him any time they heard him say or do anything that seemed like it might be another ploy for him to get closer to you. Jeff was lucky enough to overhear him talking to his lab partner about you. About how you’ve been asking for him to do something ever since you saw him. About how you always play hard to get, but that just makes the chase all the more fun, and he was hoping to get you alone after school to finally put an end to this little cat and mouse game you were playing. And Eddie couldn’t wait to really hear what he meant by that.

Eddie had been waiting for him at his locker as soon as school was out, arms crossed, a smug grin on his face. He wasn’t a scary guy, but he sure could be intimidating. He waited until the students cleared out of the school, making small talk with the guy about how he’s sorry for causing so much trouble, and he wanted to hear his side of the whole thing.

Every word that came from this guys mouth was nothing but lies.

He explained to Eddie that you were just ‘confused’, and you knew exactly what you were doing. Walking around the halls with your makeup painted up all pretty, your outfits always showing off everything to any guy that looked at you. He wasn’t doing anything different than any other guy in the halls, he was just making his motives more clear to you. Eddie nodded along, just letting this guy go on and on, lessening his chances of leaving the school without a black eye. It was what he said next that got his blood boiling.

When Eddie told you all this, he said he just kind of blacked out. Something about him saying ‘(y/n) wanted his attention, no always meant yes under the right circumstances’. Needless to say, Eddie made sure he truly understood what ‘no’ and ‘stop’ meant.

If he didn’t want Eddie to grab his hair and slam his head into the locker he shouldn’t have been asking for it. It’s not Eddie’s fault the guy wobbled out of the building with his balls kicked up into his throat, no meant yes under the right circumstances.

The smile on your face was enough to let Eddie know his job was done.

Eddie insisted you didn’t need to do anything or give him any money for his help, he was just glad you knew that you were safe from whatever this guy was planning on doing. But you persisted. You needed to do something as a ‘thank you’ for him, and of course his friends that helped too.

And now here you were. Waiting next to the doors for their DnD session to end, and as soon as you heard a few muffled cheers in the distance you knew they’d be leaving the building within the next few moments. You checked the watch at your wrist, nearly 6:30.

Your attention was grabbed again as the doors opened up, the group of boys laughing amongst themselves as Eddie soon followed behind them,

“Alright, alright, i’ll see you guys monday,” Eddie laughed, “and i promise i’ll have a new session all written up by next friday.”

“Eddie.” You said with a smile, grabbing his attention.

“Hey!” He smiled to you, “See you guys later.” He waved to the guys as they dispersed to their cars and stepped over to you, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Look, i know you said that you didn’t need me to give you anything for helping me out, but…” You smiled and reached into your bag, pulling out a tupperware container for him, “i thought a ‘thank you’ was in order, so i made these for you.”

“For me?” Eddie smiled and took the container from your hands, “(y/n), you didn’t have to do tha-“ he stopped as soon as he opened the container. The smell alone was enough to get his attention.

You giggled at his surprised reaction.

“Did you- Are these?” He lifted the container to his nose and smelled them again, “No fucking way, you baked these yourself!?”

“Sure did.” You smiled, “They’re my famous brownies, but i added something a little extra for you.” You shrugged, “I know you said not to do anything for last week but i wanted to do something anyways.”

“Damn.” He laughed as he closed the container, “I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.”

“I’m not. Well… not all the time.” You shrugged, “Every now and then i’ll smoke when i just kind of need a break, but while my parents were out a few weekends ago i managed to figure out how to infuse butter with it. So i figured i’d make you something with it.”

“Thank you! You know you didn’t have to do that, it’s really nice of you.” Eddie held the container in his hands as he leaned up against the brick wall.

“I know i didn’t have to do anything, i wanted to. I really do appreciate all your help with this guy, i was worried it was getting to a point where he was gonna do something stupid and i’m glad you stopped it before he did. I still can’t believe he said all that stuff…”

“I can’t believe it either, it’s crazy to me that that’s how that guy thinks. ‘No means yes’, what an asshole.” He rolled his eyes just thinking back on that conversation, “He’s got no right to tell you or anyone else how to think. I’m sorry you had to go through all that.”

“It’s alright,” You shrugged, “it’s all over now, so hopefully it doesn’t happen again.”

“It shouldn’t.” Eddie said with a smile, “I think i made sure the message got to him.”

You giggled and looked down to the sidewalk below, trying to hide the littlest bit of pink on your cheeks.

It was nice knowing how protective Eddie was of you, even without knowing each other all too well.

“Thanks again for all your help.” You said to him with a smile.

“Not a problem.” He said with a wink, making you blush even harder, “Can i walk you to your car?”

You nodded with a smile and slowly stepped out into the parking lot with him,

“Thanks.” You said to him as you made your way over to the door, “You really are a gentleman.”

“I have my days.” Eddie shrugged as he reached over and grabbed the door handle, pulling it open for you.

“Well i think you’re the first guy i’ve met who knows how to treat a girl. You’re really sweet, and i wished more people could see that.” You suddenly leaned forward, grabbing one of his cheeks and gently pulled him forward, planting your lips softly onto his cheek, “Thank you for being so nice to me. And let me know how those brownies are! You’re the first person other than me to try them.”

“Oh definitely,” Eddie smiled, a light tinge of pink touched his cheeks from your kiss, “and um… You know i’ve always wanted to learn how to make these, maybe sometime you can show me?” He asked.

The blush at your cheeks got redder and you smiled shyly,

“I’d be happy to.”

You stood there and smiled with one another for a moment, before seeing the sky start to get a bit darker behind Eddie as the sun began to set.

“Maybe…” He shrugged and looked down at the container in his hands trying to hide his own blush, “Next saturday?”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face getting bigger. His proposal was unexpected, but definitely not unwanted.

“That sounds perfect. I should probably be getting home, my dads gonna wonder what’s taking me so long. I’ll see you monday, ok? Oh!” You reached into your car and ruffled through the center console, grabbing an old receipt and a sharpie, quickly writing down your name and phone number for him, “Here. When you try those give me a call and let me know how they are.”

Eddie took the receipt from your hand and tried to hide his excitement,

“Yeah, absolutely, no problem. I’ll see you monday.” He shut your car door and stepped away, giving you a little wave as he watched you pull out of the space as he walked towards his van.

God, brownies and your number all in the same day? Eddie may have finally met his dream girl.

Monday couldn’t come soon enough.

[littlefireball]

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ (ᴍ)

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ ᴏᴛ8 ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ɢᴏᴅꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:  ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴅᴏᴍ & ꜱᴜʙ|ʙᴅꜱᴍ|ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ|ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ|ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ(?)|ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ (ʏꜱ)|ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴇɴᴇꜰɪᴛꜱ (ᴄꜱ)|ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ|ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ|ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ|ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ|ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏᴜʀ|ᴏʀᴀʟ|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ|ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ|ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4.5ᴋ

ᴀʟʟ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɢᴏᴅꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ɴɪᴄᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ?

Hongjoong ─ No one can bothers us

King of God Hongjoong x Angel Reader

"Do you know what you have done?" Kneeling before the temple, your wings gracefully hanging on both sides, you bow your head in acceptance of Hongjoong's judgment.

"I used soldiers' lives to defeat demons," you calmly state, showing no remorse.

"They were not just soldiers, but your brethren, your fellow warriors!" The archangel on the judgment seat curses loudly, heartbroken for the companions you sacrificed.

"Forgive my bluntness. Angels ordained to eliminate demons are fated for martyrdom. Since our creation, we have been prepared for a glorious death in battle…"

"Absurd!" The archangel's booming voice interrupts your explanation. "Y/N! As an angel, you are meant to hold life sacred and not justify such careless disregard for it with false reasoning! Merely being born as warriors does not give you the right to treat life so frivolously!"

"Silence!" Hongjoong's cold voice cuts through the archangel's roar. "Y/N, I once saw you as a loyal and formidable angel. Your unorthodox methods were accepted by me. But I never anticipated that you would overstep boundaries and disregard life for your own ambitions."

"No…I…" ""Y/N, for betraying the divine, you shall be stripped of your angelic status and condemned to live on Earth until you reform yourself."

"No!!" Your cry fell on deaf ears as no one heeded your pleas. "Take her away to prison and set a date for her execution," the heartless judgment sealed your fate, and despite your frantic denials, it was all for naught.

You lounged in the cell, gazing at the moon, indifferent to the dawn's arrival. "My acting is quite good, I must say~" A chuckle escaped your lips, and just then, the door creaked open.

Not the jailer, but Hongjoong, the King of God.

"Joong~" You hurried to embrace him, planting a kiss on his rosy lips. "Thanks a lot, darling." He returned the kiss, his eyes filled with adoration.

"You did so well, killed so many angles.Those idiots won't bother me anymore."Hongjoong nestled against your neck, showering you with kisses. "Joong…" You rested your head on his shoulder, granting him more access to please you."Good girls can have rewards, tell me if you want it."

"Yes, please, sir." Hongjoong pounced you onto the ground, burying himself in your chest while pulling down both of your pants. "Baby, you feel so good, so warm." He entered you at a slow pace, making sure you felt every vein of his angry cock. Your mouth formed an 'O' shape when he pushed so deeply, he knew you loved it.

"Please faster, sir." "As you wish, my love." The pleasure he bestowed upon you caused all worries to vanish, erasing any thoughts of his ulterior motives.

You were well aware that you were merely a pawn in his game to reach his ambitions, yet you willingly played along because of your deep affection for him. However, what you fail to realize is that this affection is not genuine love that stems from the depths of your soul.

Hongjong was also never expected the effectiveness of the cupid's arrows. Although he regretted not shooting other people, as long as he achieved his goal, it would be fine. His thrusting was going faster and faster as if there was no limitation.

"You did so well, my lovely girl."

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Seonghwa ─ Twisted Love

God of Hypocritical Seonghwa x Sacrifice offering Reader

(some kind of sequel of SH|Blood, Sweat, Tears ~you may read it first and you may know more about the content)

Humans are easily swayed by the allure of miracles. Once they witness such wonders, they become completely obedient. Nor do the gods in heaven do so, despite my best friend being the ruler of gods. Nevertheless, I shall continue to seek joy in this earthly realm.

Yet, I fail to comprehend why Y/N, a girl of such disdain towards me, holds such animosity. Her aversion surpasses that of others. Am I not the favored ones amongst humanity? Or have I erred in my assumption?

Oh but, clever am I. I gave her the best sex ever, and she hated me less. Well…No, there is something dark in her heart, she still does not love me fully. I have to figure out what it is.

And I found it─her family and villagers. She has never been loved by her family and always been treated as an "object". My poor Y/N. Although it is weird for me to feel pity on her, it doesn’t matter, I will still kill for her.

“I killed all the people you hated. Did I do well?” I can vividly recall the expression on her face upon hearing the news - a mixture of fear and disbelief…No, it shouldn't be like this. I reassure her that I am her protector, willing to go to any lengths for her. But, why? Why does she not rejoice? Have I erred in any way? Does she not wish for their demise? Oh, yes. I forgot one important point. She has yet to witness the extent of my power. Okay, then, I shall shower her with an abundance of love, and watch as her fears dissipate.

“Seonghwa─Seong!!” My longing for her grows stronger with each passing moment, but why? The sound of her moan is undeniably alluring. I am utterly infatuated with it to the point where I would go to any lengths just to hear her moan. Every aspect of her is flawless─her bosom quivers intensely with my every movement, her softness envelops my manhood as I penetrate deeply. Oh, the sensation is truly indescribable. And the most exquisite part is when she releases her essence onto me, her nectar envelops me so perfectly, bringing me endless pleasure.

I need it everyday or I will die, to be honest.

As I gaze upon her slender midsection, a new idea crosses my mind - what if our offspring resided within her? Surely, she would radiate beauty with a precious little one nestled in her rounded belly. The mere thought fills me with anticipation. Whether or not she desires a child is inconsequential; for I am her ultimate authority, and she is bound to obey my every command.

Absolutely, I adore her immensely. If not, I wouldn't make love with her daily. It's inconceivable for me to do so if I harbor any animosity towards someone. This is simply my way of expressing affection, isn't it? All I desire is for her to heed my wishes, especially since I've done everything in my power for her. It's only natural for her to acquiesce. And guess what? She's finally pregnant. All of my acquaintances are rushing to extend their congratulations to us. They are all eager to witness the sheer adorableness of my offspring.

Of course, me too.

However, y/n appears to be discontent… Perhaps it's due to the arduous task of bearing a child of a god? I understand, so I bestow upon her a fraction of my power, just a smidgen, and she will be well. Yet, why does she still appear despondent? She mentioned that she didn't desire the child. How dare she!? She cannot do this!!

As she attempts to flee from me, I lock her. Why? I lavish her with all the love I possess! She shouldn't even consider leaving me. Perhaps there is a shadow lurking in her heart, once more.

“Never mind, I will just shower my love again and she will come back to me.”

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Yunho ─ Prison

God of Revenge Yunho x Goddess Reader

"I know what you have done to me, Y/N." Yunho paced around, the sharp glint of the knife in his hand matching the disdainful look in his eyes as he gazed at you. "I saved your life, Yunho. You cannot do this to me." Your limbs remain securely bound to the bedposts, rendering you immobile. His grip on power was undeniable, unmatched, and you knew there was no escape from his clutches.

"Save me? Who manipulated my mind? Who imprisoned and tormented me, hmm? Tell me!" His grip tightened around your throat, cutting off your cries for help. The sensation of suffocation and agony overwhelmed you, your face flushing red and your chest constricting.

Recollections of yesteryears raced through your thoughts. How could you possibly have fallen for him? You, the divine being who monitored him, why have you been ensnared by his honeyed words? All of it was merely a ploy to lure you in. Aiding his escape from confinement. Alas, you, in your foolishness, fell for it.

Cough The grip around your neck relaxed and you gasped for air. "Just kill me, Jeong Yunho." You said weakly, tears cascading down your cheeks, unsure if they were from agony or despair. "How can I let you go like this? Isn't this too easy for you?" A sly grin playing on his lips. You could sense his twisted intentions.

He climbed over the bed and straddled on you, tracing the contours of your body with a sharp blade. The icy sensation of the knife's edge sent a chill down your spine, instilling a sense of unparalleled dread within you. Observing the fear etched on your visage brought him immense pleasure; he paused his movements on your chest, swiftly slicing through your delicate fabric.

Crimson droplets splattered across his face as he gestured, his hand dripping with blood. The amalgamation of agony and frigidity caused tears to well up in your eyes. "Does it hurt?" You hesitated to respond, fearful of what he might do next. "Answer me." You shut your eyes tightly as he pressed the blade against your neck, focusing on controlling your breath.

"Does my suffering matter to you at all?" "Oh, my dear. It most certainly does~ If you're not in pain, I'll ensure you experience even more agony." He murmured softly into your ear as his hand moved down to your abdomen. "But if you're hurting, I'll make sure you feel pleasure instead." Sat up straight, he untied his pants and sliced through the fabric of your gown from hem to neckline.

"What're you doing…?" You managed to stop him, but it was all in vain. "Forget what I said? Just make you feel better."

"AHH!FUCK!YUNHO!!" He entered you without warning, his size enough to overwhelm you. "Never take that big cock before? Poor pussy." he taunted. Yunho withdrew until only the tip of his member remained inside you, then delivered a sharp slap to your ass, hitting your most sensitive spot. "Fuck!!" Your toe curved each time his cock rubbed harshly along your tight wall. It was your first time, making you hard to adjust to his roughness.

Each jolt of pain caused your body to shudder involuntarily, your lips tightening as agonizing moans struggled to escape your throat. Yunho smirked with satisfaction, leaning in closer to you without missing a beat.

"Don't you say you want to be mine? And now, you can."

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Yeosang ─ Touch me, Taste me, Fill me up 

God of Breeding Yeosang x Human Reader

Whispers circulating throughout the city speak of the sacred water within the temple, rumored to grant fertility to women struggling to conceive. Little do they know, the holy water is merely a facade for the deity himself, disguised as a male priest. He selected his chosen ones, breathing life into those he deems deserving. Hidden within the temple walls, the god eagerly awaits his next prey.

You were forced into marriage with an oily old man due to your family's financial ruin. The old man demanded you have children, driving you to desperate measures of sedation or violence to escape his advances. But it was not a long term solution. He brought you to the temple, warning you threats of a fate worse than death loomed over you, should you fail to conceive and bear his child.

The sophisticated man reclined against the opulent throne, his demeanor exuding an air of refinement. "Come here," he beckoned, his voice laced with an unprecedented softness. You obediently knelt before him, a blush creeping onto your cheeks at the sight of his striking features.

"Tell me, my dear, do you desire to conceive?" Gently cupping your face, his thumb grazed your lips, applying a slight pressure. "I…" You found yourself captivated by his presence, rendered speechless. "Never, right?" He echoed your unspoken thoughts, causing you to flinch. "But what if the child is mine?" "What?"

"Don't worry, that man won't pester you anymore." He grabbed your chin to press his lips on yours. "It'll be good, I promise.”

“Ah~yeosang~oh my god~” The alluring moan caused a flush of embarrassment to spread across your cheeks, yet it also further inflamed Yeosang's desire. He folded you up as a mating press, penetrating even deeper. His powerful thrusting resembled an unstoppable force of nature. Every penetration delved as deeply as could be, forcefully meeting your tender flesh. The combination of pain and arousal left you gasping for breath, your exhilaration expressed through high-pitched cries.

“It seems that pig never fucked you, huh?" "Yah…yah…!" You enveloped him in your embrace, drawing him near to feel the warmth of your body against his. With each thrusting, the friction of your bodies created a thrilling sensation, igniting a new level of excitement. His cock nestled so deep in your cunt as if breaking through your limit.

Your nails dug into his back as he battered your sweet spot again and again. The numbness from thrusting made you reel and moan messily. “Gonna fill your pussy with my seed, it must be good.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath. “Keep squeezing my cock to make me cum?How thirsty you are.” Well, Yeosang totally forgot he was supposed to be elegant, gentle but not rough and dirty. Maybe his possessiveness was stirred up when he saw how that fat pig forced you to bear his child. No, he couldn’t accept this.

“Your pussy can only be fucked and bred by me, dear.”

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San ─ Forbidden Lust

God of Desire San x Evil Reader 

A sharp thrust followed by another sharp thrust. The man behind you completely lost his mind in lust. Upon seeing you for the first time, he realized that the long-suppressed desires within him had been unleashed. You were more beautiful than all the goddesses in heaven; your deep eyes were like stars on a cold night, revealing a unique charm that seemed to see through the secrets of everyone's hearts. 

Maybe it was so-called Love at first sight. 

"Oh darling, you're amazing." His firm member slid against your soft walls perfectly as he moved his hips. A rush of warmth spread from your backside to your entire body, causing a tingling sensation as if electricity was coursing through your veins. "Oh goodness, please, san~" The sounds of moans and skin slapping reverberated through the room, mixed with your desperate pleas.

"I need more depth, need you to cum for me so badly." Flipping you over after pulling out, he thrust back in, hitting your sweet spot effortlessly. "Sannie~" Your arms wrapped around his head as he kissed your chest passionately. His breath grew ragged as his movements became more intense; he nibbled on your skin, leaving behind red marks; his wet tongue teased and swirled around your nipples, making a shy sucking sound ring in both of your ears. Arching your back, you gave him more access, allowing him to penetrate deeper, sucking harder.

He comprehended that you were exploiting his longing for you to attain your desires. After all, Evil despised God. How could there be love between you? But it didn't matter. You were all slaves to carnal desires and were prepared to challenge conventions and reasoning for them. You merely acquired what you required, it was a fair exchange.

You entered into a pact with your enemy, San. In times of need, mutual assistance was imperative, no matter when and where. Just like now, you found yourself  "helping" him. Who would have expected that a god would lose control of his emotions upon hearing the pleas of mortals? Although it couldn't be ruled out that it was because you were tempting him.

“Yes, y/n!” With a firm grab settled on your wrist, he drew back his hips and shoved into you at an incredible pace. Feeling how your chest shook from his movement and watching your fuck out expression were his favourite. He would never get tired of it. 

"Sannie~I'm gonna cum" Leaning back on the table, you felt overwhelmed by the sensation. Your body responded eagerly to his touch, guiding him to stimulate your most intimate area and bring you to the pinnacle by tightening your wall around his big, fat cock. 

“Cum for me, cum for me until you can't cum anymore.”

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Mingi ─ A toy

God of Ruthless Mingi x Human Servant Reader

"Who sent her to me?" You were on your knees, trembling, unable to resist locking eyes with the man standing before you. He was interrogating the man standing behind you. "This is the annual offering from humanity," he declared.

As Mingi caught sight of you in his peripheral vision, a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. Despite being presented as an offering, you were actually a spy sent by his mother, who harbored ill feelings towards him. Humans were easier to control than gods. And the main point was, your presence, in particular, suited his tastes.

Sigh "Send her to my room."His response caught you off guard, you never expected he would agree. "Your wish is my command." As you were escorted to Mingi's chambers after a bath, your heart pounded with a mix of fear and curiosity. The doors swung open, and you were ushered into a lavish room filled with opulence and grandeur. Mingi sat on a throne-like chair, his expression unreadable as he observed you enter.

"Okay, what are you gonna do to please me, Y/N?" You gracefully approached him with a seductive smile playing on your lips. Slowly, you positioned yourself on his lap, your touch gentle yet firm as you began to undress him. "Allow me to bring you pleasure, sir" you murmured softly, your hands working skillfully despite your nerves.

You followed the step in the book his mother gave you; you pulled down your sleeve to reveal your shoulder and your chest, leaning close to wrap around his shoulder and starting to rub against his thighs. A wave of warmth enveloped you, igniting a tingling sensation that traveled through your body, leaving you breathless. Your hips swayed in a circular motion, giving a hard press each time you moved so close to his crotch.

"Is it what my mother told you to do?" His unexpected statement startled you, causing you to freeze and gaze at him. "It's my will, sir…" Your voice trailed off. "So, am I to assume that you view me merely as your sex toy?" "I…!" Just as you were about to lower yourself, a strong grip on your waist prevented you. "Do not assume that I am unaware of your role as my mother's informant." You felt a surge of panic as you were caught off guard, struggling to formulate a response.

"It's not the way to please me." He shoved you as nothing before turned you over, harshly leaving your pelvis in the air. "Sir─" The coldness from behind gave you a goosebump as he ripped off your dress. "As a spy, shouldn't you know more about your target?" He thrusted hard in one go, making you shut your eyes tightly.

"Being a good girl and I will treat you better, understand?" "Yes, sir─" Before you could finish your words, he pumped into you without mercy. "AHH!!Please!Please!!" These were only words you shouted out before you passed out of pain.

Every morning as you awaken, your eyes are met with the sight of Mingi standing by your bedside, gazing at the aftermath of his destructive actions with a twisted grin. The excruciating torment that follows leaves you powerless to resist, futile in your attempts to uncover his vulnerabilities to fulfill the task of his mother.

You existed solely as a plaything for his depraved desires. He reclined beside you, running his fingers through your hair, brushing away your tears, all while wearing a chilling smile.

"You should be grateful to get a smile from me, Y/N."

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Wooyoung ─ Steal Your Heart

God of Trickery Wooyoung x Goddess of Poison Reader

How could a man capture the heart of his beloved? Well, just showed her how he loved her! Showering her with chocolate, roses, lavish gifts…just whatever she liked! That's what Wooyoung did in order to win your heart. He never imagined he would go to such lengths. He had previously scoffed at the idea of San falling for an evil, dismissing it as absurd. Perhaps San was simply consumed by his desires. Love was nothing but a fantasy.

Until you appeared in his life.

Every grin and scowl you display etches a lasting impression in his thoughts, one that is impossible to erase. Your enchanting allure captivates all who gaze upon you, as you exude an air of perfection akin to a flawless doll. The intensity of his infatuation and fixation on you has reached unbearable heights, as he yearns for you to belong to him and him alone.

Oh, he did not do anything out of line. He simply observes you discreetly from afar to grasp your preferences; he is aware of your favorite foods, preferred flowers, and even the specific sesame oil you use for bathing… No, no, no, he was not a pervert. He merely acted in accordance with the ways of a man in love. Was he mistaken? Absolutely not. Wooyoung always had faith.

Yet, you kept ignoring him. Why? Those delicacies were laced with a special concoction, designed to make you swoon over him. Haven't you ever eaten it? Something was amiss. He had to find out what happened.

Sneaking into your room, a wave of your fragrance enveloped his senses. How delightful it was to him. He was tempted to drift off to sleep on your luxurious bed, but he resisted the urge. Wooyoung traced the scent to the lavatory. Observing the pool water emitting a misty white vapor, he extended his hand and playfully toyed with it, creating a soft sound.

"Ah, why didn't I think of you having an antidote? How dumb I am." Wooyoung straightened up, his curiosity prompting him to search through your cabinet. He secretly casted a spell on all the sesame oils, so that you…

"For attempting to poison the Goddess of poison, should I label you as innocent or foolish?" Your voice caught him off guard, and he realized that you had been leaning against the door frame, observing his every move.

"You…you…" As you walked towards him slowly, your bathrobe slipped off, revealing your shoulders, causing him to swallow hard. You silenced his words with your finger on his lips, then brushing it teasingly. "I know the little tricks you've been playing."

He seized your wrist to push it away from his lips, then swiftly drew you into his embrace, causing your eyes to widen in astonishment. "Do not assume that I am unaware of your attempt to poison me, Y/n. It's a pity that you didn't notice something…I am a God of Trickery, remember?"

“Wh─you!?” You felt drained and collapsed into his embrace. He poisoned you?When…?Was it when you applied poison to his lips just now?"It's called payback, darling. Your attire, your sesame oil, everything." You could only observe as he sensually removed your garments, planting kisses along your chest. "It will be pleasurable." With one swift motion, he entered your cunt, causing you to arch your back in ecstasy.

Wooyoung pumped into you over and over again and his seed filled you full, making your head spin in messy but pleasure. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, caressing it with all his tenderness.

“You will be mine forever, only mine.”

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Jongho ─ Rose and Gun

God of War Jongho x Human Warlord Reader

The bloodthirsty God unleashed its wrath upon the earth without mercy; cities burned, the soil drenched in blood, leaving only pain and destruction. Resistance was the only way to save mankind; and you were the warlord who controlled fate. The battle against the divine forces swiftly ensued. Yet, feeble mortal assaults proved futile against God.

"Please, please, please…" Your body was suspended, arms restrained against the wall, and your soaked panties were thrown away somewhere. Despite your desperate begging, the figure before you remained unmoved by any sense of compassion.

"I am at my limit…" Your vitality waned, each inhalation draining you of what little vigor remained. Thrice have you reached the peak, yet the individual before you remains insatiable. "Aren't you the warlord? Endure it." As he knelt, his face disappeared into your nether regions.

"Jong…ho…Hmm!!" Jongho opened his mouth and gently engulfed your cunt, tasting your sweet juices like a delicacy. The soft touch of his tongue made you scream in delight. You arched your back, the overwhelming stimulation stealing your breath, leaving you with unstable sounds. He smiled and continued to kiss your sensitive spots.

"See? You're so wet, you know you want more." His two long fingers suddenly slide into your wet cunt without warning, causing a high-pitched scream to escape your lips. The pace was painfully slow yet deep as if he was teasing you. He curled his fingers and sunk down to the depth with different gestures while his tongue sometimes stretched in, sometimes curled.

With each moment of resistance, his anticipation grows, relishing the melodious chime of the restraints encircling your wrists. You could feel how he nestled so deep between your inner thighs; his nose rubbed and nudged against your clit, trying to slide his tongue deeper into your cunt. He pulled out a bit and pushed in slowly, giving a new sensation you had never experienced before.

As if he was not satisfied yet, he then started to move his head up and down at a quick pace, licking everywhere he could find. “Ahhh—” Your moaning encouraged him to fuck you, tease you rougher. He sucked your lip with such a force while licking and swallowing your delicious juices. “Fuck, it’s so sweet” His throaty moan were muffled as he totally buried himself in your lower core, replaced by meaningless syllables. Each vocalization caused vibrations that drove you closer to losing control.

"Please, my god…" Perhaps it was unwise to have dared to assassinate him so boldly, for then you wouldn't find yourself in this predicament. Nevertheless, the conflict has reached a standstill, and alternative measures must be taken… Little did you anticipate that he wouldn't end your life, but instead, steal your innocence.

"Cum, girl. You're delicious." His provocative words pushed you to the brink once more. Unable to resist any longer, you reached the peak with a passionate cry. "Forgive us for our defiance. We should have never opposed you…" You surrendered, feeling overwhelmed by intense sensations.

Standing up to meet your gaze, you were surprised to see how attractive he was with his face covered in your juices. He cupped your face with his hand while another hand guided his angry red cock to rub against your entrance. "Do you truly believe a mere apology will suffice?" He pumped into you with unbridled force, hitting your g spot dead on. Your mind went blank as a euphoric moan escaped your lips.

"Don't you know the consequences of angering the gods?"

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Full oneshot (M) (fake god series):

Yunsang|Eros paidikos ft. OT6

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a/n: yeah hey~actually i want to write this series for a long time and now i finally finished it! First time writing a masterpost (im not sure is it masterpost tho) ahh maybe I will write more of this type in the future (?) of course i will keep writing oneshot (btw there are so many requests give me more time TT)

[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hi friend! I love your writing!! Could you do a headcannon/blurb for Ghost and Price (not poly) with a reader who has trouble opening up emotionally? When they do open up they feel like a burden and feel like they have to “earn back their love” through facts of service? Just angsty fluff :)

Oof I can kinda relate lmaooo

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley:

He’s pretty closed off at first, and he’s quite aware of it, so he won’t push you or force you into opening up if you’re not ready

You’re both waiting for the other to make a move because you’re too nervous to make the first move yourself, so he steps out of his comfort zone and decides to make the first move

You two are laying in bed, watching videos on your phone when he starts talking about his family. (His timing is a little awkward with these things) His heart is beating so hard and fast in his chest, he feels like he’s about to throw up. You’ve shut off your phone and you’re hanging off of every word, tears prickling your eyes, chewing over his words as you contemplate sharing your own

He bit the bullet and so can you. So you do. You share some of the things that have been weighing in your heart, thoughts that have been plaguing your mind, but before you share too much, you bite your tongue and put a tourniquet on your heart before you overstepped your (imagined) boundaries

He was so relieved you saw fit to open up to him that he drifted to sleep for the first time in ages, and it was a peaceful sleep. Morning came and he was woken up by the smell of coffee and breakfast, he groggily rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rolled out of bed

“What’s all this?” He asked walking past you and kissing the top of your head as he grabbed the cup of tea you made for him,

“I just wanted to thank you for listening last night, I hope I didn’t burden you.”

“Burden? Love, you’re jokin’” He held the cup close to his lips but set it down as soon as you said that,

“Well, you’ve got your own stuff to deal with and I’m just adding to it and I feel bad.” You said dismissively as you went back to the eggs in the pan,

“Sweetheart, you’re never a burden.”

“I’ve heard that one before.” You chuckled bitterly with a roll of your eyes,

“You callin’ me a liar?” He turned your head to look at him with just a finger under your chin, and those eyes that you loved so much held nothing but the utmost sincerity

“N-no, it’s just,” the words struggled to form, your arguments suddenly moot as they turned over in your head, “I’m sorry.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead,

“Don’t be. I’m here for you. Always.”

John Price:

I’ve said it time and time again, John is a patient man. He’s also known Ghost for years, so a bit of emotional closed off-ness isn’t foreign to him. He’s dealt with it, he knows how to handle it. He also knows that leading by example tends to work best in those cases.

He can see that you’ve been bottling something up, he can practically hear you chewing your lip in an attempt to keep whatever it is inside, he hates seeing the torment in your eyes so he takes initiative, he sees that you’re almost at your breaking point so he pulls you away from your task and sits you down in the living room, he’s holding your hands, deft fingers massaging the tension away

He recalls a time when struggled, when he was falling apart at the seams but felt obligated to keep it together for the sake of his men. It ate away at him until it manifested into poor self-care, almost to a point of causing permanent harm to himself. Until he’d met you and you welcomed him and all his troubles with open arms.

You argued that what you were dealing with was nothing like that, it was insignificant by comparison and you went on and on without realizing that he had succeeded in getting you to open up to him. And then you realized it and gradually managed to reel it back in. You dried your tears and happily returned his kiss.

“I’ll always be here listen, alright?” You nodded and kissed him again

He’d stepped out to smoke until he was cut short by the incredible and enticing smell of your cooking brought him back inside. He walked over to you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind,

“What’s all this about?”

“Just my way of saying thank you.”

“What for?”

“Well for letting me dump all that on you.”

“Sorry?” Despite pulling away slowly, it felt more like recoiling after being punched in the stomach,

“You’ve got a lot on your shoulders already and here I am adding to it. So I’m just making up for that.” You shrugged, he sighed and put his hands over yours, turning you away from your task at the stove,

“Two things love, one, don’t ever feel the need to thank me for listening, two, nothing you ever do could possibly make you a burden to me. Remember that.”

“But-” a lump formed in your throat and he shook his head, taking the utensils from your hand and gently pushing you to the side. He stepped in front of the stove and leaned over to you to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

“No ‘buts’, love. Now, tell me what to do next.”

[lipglossanon]

Want puppy boy Leon to be so excited for his new home. He’s been practicing with the older dogs to make sure he knows how to protect his home, he learns how to keep his area the cleanest of all the puppies’, he knows all the tricks! He’s a little shy still, and also big for his breed so it’s been a couple adoption days and he’s still here, but he knows he’ll be adopted today! He’s a good boy, he promises! He has his area all clean, he’s sitting without squirming (too much), and he’s looking at the people who are coming by with the prettiest shy blush on his face! He’s whining a bit in anticipation and giving little tips of excitement because he KNOWS that he’ll get a home today! Maybe there’ll be little kids for him to play with! Maybe other hybrids, or an actual dog! He’d rather not live with a cat, hybrid or not, but he would get over it if the owners were nice enough!

Finally, you walk over and he can smell you through the door. It’s so sweet and you’re so pretty and his tail is wagging so fast it almost hurts and he’s glad he wore his baggier pants because his puppycock is reacting to his excitement to see you and your smell. And then you speak to him!!! Your voice is so pretty! He wants to listen to you, always! He tries to ignore his puppycock leaking when you say his name with a smile, how you lean down and he can see down your shirt to your gorgeous tits. You look away to grab something from your bag, and he humps the air/his pants, only to whine and stop when you turn back. He feels bad for lying about biting his tongue when you asked why he whined, but he promises himself, once you adopt him, he won’t lie ever again. He just has to get you to adopt him first. And you do!! You leave him with a shirt you slept in (for a couple night!!!!!) and say you’re going to let him sleep on the decision, and if HE agrees to be adopted by you, you’ll take him back tomorrow?! You asked if HE wants to be adopted by you?! You are a saint. Leon huffs the shirt as he humps his “breeding” pillow - a pillow with a hole in it specifically for hybrids so they can have something to mount. He doesn’t let a drop of his cum get on it because he’s worried you’ll change your mind if he ruins it, plus it’s his most treasured possession now.

Adopting puppy boy leon was the best thing you’ve done. He’s the best boy in the entire universe, just so sweet and handsome and smart, and he’s always looking for new ways to be a good boy for you. The only issue is he seems to do a lot of laundry. What you don’t know is that his puppy cock is as tied to his emotions as his tail is. Every time you cause his tail to speed, his puppy cock is erect and weeping. But if he gets too excited, he cums and pees a little. Poor puppy is happy, because he gets that release and gets to scent mark his home (and sometimes yoh since you don’t always notice when he releases when cuddling you, though he always makes sure to leave shortly after to clean up so he doesn’t overstep boundaries, because he’s a good puppy), but he’s embarrassed and ashamed of not being able to control himself, to not be able to stop himself from cumming and sometimes peeing. Big boys don’t have this problem. It’s only puppies who get so excited they can’t stop their cocks from leaking. He just hopes you won’t ask about the laundry, otherwise he’ll HAVE to be honest since he made that no-lying promise, and surely you wouldn’t be so mind-bendingly horny at the thought of your precious puppy Leon cumming just from you saying “good boy” or from getting him so turned on he leaks a little piss 👀 surely you wouldn’t want to test to see how many orgasms you can pull from his pretty puppycock 👀 surely you wouldn’t reward your good boy by letting him hump you as he drains his balls and his bladder 👀👀👀 (that’s exactly what happens, and Leon is no longer ashamed of his leaky puppy cock, because you still praise him and let him rub it all over you whenever he wants).

Anon did you just want to wish me a happy Friday or what? 😮‍💨 🤭

(And you should totally write this!! You have it pretty much drafted already 😍 😉)

But holy mother that was 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

I-I’m just speechless

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Another day another Ithaqua fic. Why does everybody like the angst fics.. my followers are all masochists (me too guys)

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My side - Ithaqua x reader

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Pairing : College au! Ithaqua x reader

In which the reader is roommates with Ithaqua, a young man with some…conflicting opinions when it comes to organization.. and some missing mommy issues

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You listen to the rain outside as you type away on your laptop, humming a song to yourself as you work on a paper for one of your classes. Your silence is interrupted when your roommate comes back from the restroom, an unhappy expression on his face. “What’s the matter, Ithaqua?” You ask him, watching as he huffs and sits down on his bed, staring at you with his arms crossed.

“You put your shampoo on my side of the shower and I used it. Now I’m going to go around smelling like fresh rose petals.” Hearing him say this causes you to start laughing immediately, trying to stop yourself to no avail. “Ithaqua, it doesn’t work like that!-“ You try to explain, watching as he grumbles and looks around the room.

He’s a nice roommate, sure, but he’s certainly peculiar about how he likes to keep everything organized. To his defense, he does have a habit of using the things in his space.. which means if you left your things on his side it would most likely be used. “(Name). Why are your stuffed animals on my bed?” He takes them, staring at the face of one of the stuffed toys.

This takes you a moment to come up with a response for, and you eventually find the words. “I um… I’ve been awake late working on papers and you seem to have a hard time sleeping, I thought it would help.” Ithaqua’s eyes widen and he looks away, clearly embarrassed. The two of you were close enough for you to know why he seemed to have such bad nightmares. From what you remember him telling you, his mother had been institutionalized not long ago, leaving her son alone to go into college.

He hadn’t explained much else, but you always supposed that this was part of why he was having all these nightmares. “I don’t need you worrying that much about me, (Name). It’s not your job to watch over me.” Not wanting to overstep his boundaries at the moment, you simply nod before giving him a small smile. “You’re keeping the stuffed animal though, I think you could use something to hold on to.” He doesn’t argue much after this, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence until he goes to sleep, leaving you to work on your homework in peace.

Though not long after, you notice him shaking and hear the sounds of quiet sobs. “Ithaqua…?” You quickly put your laptop down, getting up and walking over to his bed, only to see that he was awake. Ithaqua doesn’t seem entire aware of the situation at the moment, but grabs onto you nonetheless for comfort. “Hey… it’s okay..” Slowly, you sit down on the bed with him and allow the other to cry into your shoulder. You don’t know what to say, and simply grab a few blankets and pillows from your side, bringing them to his relatively blank side of the room.

“I thought I told you.. to stop bringing your things to my side..” he manages to say in between sobs. Even if your items annoyed him, it was a distraction from whatever had triggered his nightmare. “Relax, Ithaqua, I think you could use some blankets right now.” He doesn’t make an effort to object, allowing you to wrap the blankets around him and pull him close again. “(Name), I’m sorry I interrupted whatever you were doing, it’s better you just get back to work-“ you put a finger to his lips and hush him, still holding onto Ithaqua.

“You need somebody to help you right now more than I need to finish those papers, it’s okay Ithaqua.” He sighs and leans against you, watching as you pull your laptop over and turn on a movie you had seen him watching many times before, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence while the movie plays.

“My mother used to watch this with me all the time as a little kid.” He whispers, a small smile on his face. “I like to watch it and pretend she’s still with me sometimes..” you nod, rubbing his shoulders as the two of you keep watching the movie, eventually falling asleep towards the end together.

The next morning, you wake up to Ithaqua shaking you awake, a small smirk on his face. “First, your stuff is on my bed, now you are too?” You open your mouth to speak before he starts laughing, laying back down as he looks back over at you, the smile never falling from his face. “Thank you, (Name).. for staying with me last night.. even if it was an inconvenience, it really meant a lot to me.” You smile and wrap your arms around him, closing your eyes as you enjoy this moment. “It’s fine, I’ll be willing to help any time.”

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Her. (Part 2)

Characters: Yoon Jeonghan x Joshua Hong x Female Reader (But you’re barely in it babe sry)

Genre: Unrequited love, angst, longing, high school reunion scenerio

Warnings: Hella angst (made me sad writing it but I like it still), lots of panicking and sadness of the reader, Jeonghan low key being an ass but also he’s a sweet heart, Shua is also low key oblivious to love and going through it, mentions of miscarriage (but not really cause…well read it I’m not spoiling), unrequited love?, fist fight between Joshua and Jeonghan so a little bruise cut and pain mentions.

Author’s Note: I haven’t edited this yet because I’ve been busy today but I figured I should at least get it out. So things might change a bit later on.

Her. - (Part 1)

The girl Joshua had fallen in love with was a girl from his philosophy class. The first time you laid eyes on her was when he slid a diamond ring on her finger and she wailed and sobbed ‘yes’ over and over again.

She was very attractive. Her flickering hazel eyes, long neatly styled raven colored hair, and cute little button nose topped with her perfectly chiseled heart shaped face all made sure of that. You thought her beauty outmatched your own easily.

And from what you eventually learned about her, she was also quite intelligent. Always having no trouble keeping up with conversations ranging from the most silly to the most serious of topics. So when you found out she was majoring in law, you weren’t surprised.

She came from money too. Her family had sent her to boarding school in the united states during her early years and finished off her education at a girls finishing school in Switzerland. And, while parents loved you, they could never afford to give you such luxuries on their modest salaries.

She held herself high and had a posture so straight it would’ve made seasoned ballerinas cry. You were a known slouch due to your years as a student.

Her nails were always done in neutral tones and her clothing choices always refined and luxurious. Used to a life of the lower middle class, you never splurged on such extra pleasantries.

Her personality clashed with yours often, her thoughts and choices much more on the right whereas yours were far more left. So you naturally bickered and fought, something you truly did try to keep from happening so your best friend wouldn’t be caught in the middle. But he didn’t have to be caught up in the drama between the two of you for too long.

It was right before the two were to be married. They had chosen a destination wedding in France because her parents wanted only the best for their darling daughter. Joshua was the dream husband they could’ve ever hoped for her to end up with. So of course it wasn’t a stretch for them to want their only child to have her perfect dream wedding to match.

You thought everything was running smoothly. Well, as smoothly as could be when the love of your life was marrying someone else.

You were at the grand hotel’s bar knocking a few shots back with your two male best friends as if everything was fine. As if nothing had changed, reminiscing about old stories and laughing about the good times you’d had. Of course, over those past few months everything had changed.

She suddenly came down from her shared suite with Joshua, angry as you’d ever seen her, and yanked him away from the bar counter harshly before you or Jeonghan could even comprehend what was happening.

You wanted to tell her she was gonna end up hurting him with the way she was pulling him around. You wanted to smack her for the iron tight grip she had around his forearm. But you couldn’t. It wasn’t your place anymore.

After a few minutes of mumbled arguing with each other towards the bar’s opening, Joshua eventually returned to you, looking as if all the life had been drained out of him.

“What’s wrong Shua?” You softly asked, not wanting to overstep your recently formed boundaries with him that she’d set for you to follow, but also wanting to give your friend a way to speak about what was troubling him.

The boy turned to you with eyes so watery and so broken, you could’ve swore you heard his heart tearing into two beneath his dress shirt.

“N-Nothings wrong (Y/N),” He promised, grabbing Jeonghan’s shot from the table and throwing it passed his lips with a hiss, “Just stressed over the wedding is all.”

You all knew he was lying. Something was hurting him so much more than he was letting on, but he didn’t want to speak on it. Had you been in your old friendship with him, the caring and loving one you had been used to before she came into the picture, you would’ve pressed him on the matter. You and Jeonghan wouldn’t have let him leave his seat until he spilled his guts to you. But that was then, this was now.

Instead, all you could do was give him a warm smile and a statement you’d hoped would bring him some comfort in his time of trouble, “Don’t worry Shua, the wedding will be over soon and everything will go back to normal.”

He turned to face you, lip slightly trembling as he put on a brave face, “Yeah, everything will be over soon.”

If only you had realized in the moment just how much he had meant those words.

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*15 years later*

A decade and a half had passed since you’d spent time with your two best friends all together. The day of his honeymoon, Shua seemingly cut all contact with both you and Jeonghan with little to no explanation.

You had tried to message him like you normally did to see how he was the day after his big day, but you didn’t get an answer.

As days passed, you tried to call him to make sure he was okay and not dead in a ditch somewhere. Jeonghan started too because, when the two of you got back from your little extended vacation from the wedding, all of Joshua’s stuff was gone from your shared apartment.

That’s when you even went so far as to call his mother to make sure he was still alive only to be met with an apologetic ‘I don’t know what’s going on’ from her.

Of course she knew what had happened, you found out later that Joshua told her everything the day of his nuptials. Sh just didn’t know how to break the big news to you because she knew how close you were and how much pain it would cause you.

He eventually sent you a letter explaining why he wouldn’t be associating with you or Jeonghan any further. In the letter, he kept insisting that it was no one’s fault but his own. That he’d simply grown apart from the both of you and your childish ways and the move was a long time coming now that he was a married man.

While you were reading the heartbreaking announcement to Jeonghan, who was beyond pissed at the cowardly move you ex best friend had made, with tears flowing down your cheeks, you remembered your very last conversation with him.

*Flashback*

‘Wanna dance with me?’ The cheeky, now wedded, boy smiled slightly at you with an elongated hand held out your way.

The warm alcohol you had consumed to make it through the ceremony was running through your system, which caused you to be a bit bolder than you normally would’ve been at the request, ‘You can dance with me whenever you’d like Mr. Hong,’ you giggled, grabbing his gentle hand with ease and letting him pull you to the dance floor.

As you swayed to the music, your head held to his chest so you could listen to the calming thudding of his heartbeat while he spoke about the wedding, his doubts of being a good husband, and how he was absolutely dreading his honeymoon.

‘I don’t know how I’m gonna do this (Y/N),’ He gulped, probably not even registering how lost you were while you kept your ear to his body for what you assumed would be the last time, ‘I-I wish things could’ve turned out differently.’

The shakiness in his voice broke you out of your longing trance. He wasn’t your husband to hold yourself to the way you were holding yourself to him. You needed to snap out of it anyways.

‘What do you mean differently Shua?’ You lifted your head so you could look up to face him reluctantly, trying to focus on the conversation you were having with him rather than the feelings you felt for him.

He sighed and gripped the hand you held to his shoulder and brought it towards the center of his chest, ‘N-Nothing. I don’t really mean anything by it really. I don't think anyways, it’s just-’ He paused, training his glittery eyes to your own as if he were trying to memorize the stars that shined only for him within them, ‘-Don’t you ever wish things were different?’

The question threw you off. You didn’t understand what he meant by the question, nor did you figure it out decades later. You were at a loss for words and needed more clarification. From the jittery boy you’d always see as your first love.

So through your tipsy state you asked, ‘Different how?’

That’s when he broke eye contact with you to drop his head down. Through your drunken and saddened state, you could’ve swore you saw his lip quivering behind your intoxicated vision. But at the time you couldn’t be sure as you were far too busy trying not to forcefully cling yourself to his feet and beg him on your knees not to leave you for her.

‘I don't know just… different.’

Had you not tried so hard to bury your troubles in liquor, you might’ve caught on to the pregnant hesitation within his tone. Had you not been so wrapped up in your own internal conflict, you might’ve noticed him battling with his own.

But at the time, you just wanted him to enjoy his moment. It was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. So you thought you needed to remind him of that, even if you didn’t agree with his choice of bride.

‘I don't know Shua,’ You tried to lighten the mood by pretending to think, ‘Different is just another word for change. And you’ve changed a lot recently. I don’t think you need anymore different than you’ve already got. You’re an old married geezer now. I don’t think your little heart could take anymore!’ You joked, causing Joshua to let out a small snort and relax his worried face some.

‘I may be married now but I’m not old!’ He defended himself with the most genuine laugh you’d heard from him all night.

Your plan of relaxing him had been working. Only you could get him to calm down and let go of his stress. You knew him better than anyone else after all.

‘Mmm I don't know. She already chooses your clothes and tells you what to do,’ You stifled a giggle, ‘I think that pretty much classifies you as an old married couple even if you’re just starting out.’

You couldn’t tell if it was just your imagination or not, but you thought you saw the smile on his face faltered for a split second at the mention of her.

‘Yeah, she does tell me what to do a lot doesn’t she?’ He asked rhetorically, once more looking at his feet as you both tried to stay on rhythm with the music blaring through the loud speakers.

You hated when he tried to hide away from you. And you really especially hated seeing him so down on a day that was supposed to be everything he had ever wanted. So you were determined to make him happy again. Or at very least show him that the feelings you thought he was having were perfectly normal given the circumstance.

‘Maybe. But that’s what married life is about right?’ You quizzed, ‘Doing things you don’t always wanna do to make your spouse happy.’

You weren’t sure how marriage really worked. You didn’t think about the topic too much. The select few times you had previously, you only thought of marriage with Joshua, which you knew would be anything but ordinary. So you could really just only go off of what other people had spoken about to you in the past.

‘Yeah I guess,’ He sadly replied, ‘But sometimes, the things your spouse wants you to do can… have unforeseen consequences.’

You smirked at him with a raised brow, attempting to pull an answer out of him, ‘What type of unforeseen consequences?’

You watched as Joshua let a breath out through his nose, clearly uneased by the question, ‘Just… stuff. She doesn’t like my job or the amount of money I make. She doesn’t like the way I dress or act sometimes. She doesn’t like a lot of what I do or say. Just a lot of things really.’

A pang of pain shot through your already near crumbled heart at your best friend's words.

He loved his job teaching kindergarten. Sure it didn’t pay well, but he enjoyed waking up in the morning and actually looked forward to going to work because he loved the job and the kids so much. Joshua never cared about something as petty as money. But you knew his new wife and her family did.

You had noticed before just how much she tried to change his personality and the way he dressed. You had to watch every time she swatted him when he said or did something she didn’t like with anger bubbling over in your blood that you could never let boil over into the real world.

You’d known Joshua Hong nearly all your life and you knew he deserved better than to be treated as some sort of pet project for some rich family who looked down on poor people who’s standards were far too impossible to reach.

But part of you couldn’t help but feel bad for another reason. A lot of what she smacked him for was for the dirty jokes he’d learned from you and Jeonghan. A lot of the time when she rolled her eyes and told him to grow up was when he’d mimicked your usual behavior of stuffing his mouth with marshmallows to see how many he could fit in at once. Much of what she considered his unsophisticated behaviors were things you and Jeonghan had taught him your whole lives.

Him getting scolded was all your fault. Him being frustrated and pained with his new marriage was all your fault. His issues with his wife were all your fault. You were the one that made his life so difficult. And that thought hurt almost as much as when Joshua had told you he was marrying another woman.

‘Shua I’m-’ You tried to swallow back the lump that had formed in your throat, doing your best to not cry out of shame, ‘-I’m so sorry! You get in trouble because of me and Jeonghan’s personalities and humor! If we were better friends, if I were a better friend, you wouldn’t be going through all that!’

Your best friend could see the panic and guilt begin to wash over your face, so he stopped you dead in your tracks of both speaking and dancing and forced you to look up at him, ‘(Y/N), you listen to me right now. None of my life choices are on you or Jeonghan. None of them. I am a better person because of the both of you. I am the way I am because you showed me living everyday as if it were my last would never let me have any regrets. We’ve been through hell and back together more times than I can count,’ He insisted softly, starry eyes never leaving your glossy ones as he attempted to get you to see the weight of his words, ‘I need you to remember that. None of this is on you,’ He promised, ‘Absolutely none of this is your fault.’

*End of Flashback*

You still remembered that day as if it were yesterday, the ache and hurt an all too painful reminder of just how much it affected you to your present day.

But you couldn’t let it stop you from going on. So you stuck your last earring in your ear and took a final look at yourself in the mirror.

It was the day of your 20 year high school reunion. You had managed to get a sitter for your kids and had convinced your husband to attend with you in an act of emotional support.

You had only kept in contact with a few people from your younger days. You knew chances were you’d only be gone for an hour or two and then you’d no doubt find yourself going home before night had truly set simply because you’d get bored.

But you couldn’t help the horrible butterflies you had in your gut. Part of your brain couldn’t help the obsessive praying it was chanting that a certain someone wouldn’t end up coming, not that you thought he would. Joshua never was a person who attended special gatherings, he never considered such things were important.

Still, you couldn’t help the pure anxiety that ran through your veins. Something that was also very visible to your very concerned husband, who was also not someone who would usually attend such events if given the choice. But your comfort was far more urgent to him than his need to stay antisocial. So he agreed to go with you.

You were so busy nervously passively nitpicking at every possible imperfection with your appearance as you got lost in your negative thoughts, you almost didn’t notice the two strong arms that made their way to circle your abdomen.

“Are you ready to go now my love?” Your husband gently whispered into the shell of your ear before he dutifully kissed your temple, something he’d done a thousand times over your 12 year marriage.

You gave him a reassuring smile back and reached your arms over to cover his own, “Yes baby. I’m ready. We can go.”

There was no backing out.

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As you entered into the halls of your old high school building, taking in the memories and nostalgia of it all while your adoring husband went to find you both some refreshments, you heard a voice you hadn’t heard in such a long time, you wondered if you were dreaming.

“(Y/N)? Is-Is that really you?”

But sure as the sun rose, you saw a real life Joshua Hong standing near the expertly crafted balloon arch with a big toothy smile on his somehow still perfectly pretty face.

He had changed some, it had been nearly two decades since you’d last seen him after all, but he was still the same Josh you’d grown up with. Just with some salt and pepper hair and a few more fine lines plastered on his face.

You all but froze in place, your blood running cold as you watched him make his way over to you with a drink stationed in his large hand.

“O-oh,” You stuttered, surprised he’d find the time to actually make it to the reunion since, last you’d seen on his mother’s social media account before she passed a few years ago, he’d become quite the successful and busy human rights lawyer, “H-Hello Joshua. W-what um… what are you doing here?”

You hadn’t meant to sound so cold towards him. But truthfully, how could you not be at least a little bit awkward with the man?

Sure everything happened a long time ago. But you had also known him your whole life at one point and he had easily left you hanging without even saying goodbye. So you figured being polite yet civil would be an appropriate way to speak with him.

He was very evidently hurt by your lack of enthusiasm to see him, though he tried to play it off like it didn’t affect him, “It is our high school reunion isn't it? Aren’t I supposed to be here?” He gave a small chuckle to lighten the mood.

“Yeah no of course!” You backtracked, not realizing how your tone of voice probably came off to him in the moment, “I just meant- well i mean- I know how busy you must be. Most of us didn’t think you’d make it.” You honestly told him.

Once he realized you weren’t necessarily telling him you didn’t want to see him there, he seemed to calm down a bit, “Are you kidding? How could I miss this?” He scoffed teasingly, “I had to see how some of these guys ended up! Especially the jocks!”

You quickly burst out laughing without ever having meant to. But you reasoned it was justified. The popular crowd made all of your lives a living hell while you were in school. The jocks in particular had it out for Joshua and bullied him relentlessly while also somehow finding time to crush Jeonghan’s carefree attitude enough to have him consider nearly dropping out. So you knew he meant he wanted to see if they turned out as badly as you all hoped they would.

That’s when you and him started to remember some high school memories out loud to each other like bad dances, failed science fairs, and student fights.

You were actually having a decent conversation with him that you found entertaining enough to not find a way to run for the hills, something you never would’ve pictured happening. You dared to say that it almost felt like old times. Almost.

It wasn’t until Jeonghan came to give you a drink that things really began.

“Here you go baby, one cup of something-that-will-most-probably-give-you-a-hangover as promised,” He reported, kissing you on the cheek whilst handing you a red solo cup full of a liquid you just knew you’d regret drinking tomorrow before properly turning to see who it was you were having a conversation with.

Though instead of him and Joshua starting to say their hellos with each other like you expected, the two men just stood in place staring at each other with looks you couldn’t quite place.

You knew Jeonghan was still just as upset with Joshua as you were, he was his best friend too after all.

In fact, it took some serious convincing to get him to agree that going to the reunion was a good idea because he didn’t want to relive any memories he had with Josh, or the ‘traitor’ as he so lovingly referred to him.

But you didn’t expect him to just go mute. Get angry, swear a little, maybe cuss him out/flip him off sure, but you certainly didn’t expect him to have a strange silent staring contest with the younger of the two boys in the middle of the reunion.

After what felt like forever, you decided to finally put a stop to the buffoonery by nudging your husband in the side to catch his attention, “Love, don’t you think you should actually, you know, say hello to each other?” You urged him with wide eyes.

But instead of complying like he normally would’ve when you’d done the same thing in similar situations, he just looked back at Joshua with an intensity you’ve never seen behind his glare and simply said “No.”

You were left dumbfounded. You always knew your husband was mad at your former best friend, he always made that very clear to anyone who brought the subject of him up, but to actually go as far as to announcing he didn’t want to speak with him out loud? To go as far as to break social etiquette just to spite someone he was pissed off? That was very very unlike your usually passive aggressive at best Jeonghan.

“What do you mean ‘no’ Hannie?” You turned to question him, though he refused to move his body or his sight away from Joshua’s direction.

Not that it mattered, because the younger man was doing the exact same thing. He just didn’t apparently have his wife there to try to get him to come to his senses like Jeonghan did.

Dryly, Jeonghan spoke with no expression anywhere to be seen on his face, “I mean what I said. No, I don't think we should say hello to each other.”

Your mouth fell open at your husband’s rude and blunt words. You’d seen him be nasty to people before, hell, you’ve helped him be nasty to people before. But even if he was mad as hell at him for what he did, it was still Joshua you were speaking about.

Even though he wasn’t your friend anymore, he was for most of your childhood and young adult lives. You figured the least he could do was be courteous enough to politely excuse the both of you to leave or subtly show him he wasn’t interested in starting a conversation with dry replies for the sake of your old friendship.

“Hannie that’s really ru-” you attempted to scold your husband, only to be cut off by Joshua instead.

“And why is that Jeonghan?” Shua asked with venom lacing his tone and an aggravated expression you’d never seen on him before.

Before you could deescalate the situation, you heard Jeonghan scoff, “Because you’re a fucking traitor!”

Now it was apparently Joshua’s turn to exhale in disgust, “Oh I’m the traitor?!” He huffed, getting a bit closer to Jeonghan, causing both men to quickly nudge you to the side so you’d be out of their lines of fire, “You’re fucking kidding me right?! If anyone’s a traitor here, it’s you Hannie!” Joshua spewed the accusation viciously while he brought the pointer finger of one of his hands towards Jeonghan and tightly clenched his other fist.

“Guys stop this really isn-” You wanted them to quit while they were ahead.

You were starting to draw a crowd near you that wanted in on your business. Both boys were getting visibly more defensive and angry. You’d seen that look in both of their eyes before. You knew they were pushing each other’s buttons somehow to the brink of no return. You knew where it was all headed.

But once more, your pleas would go unheard as they continued.

“How the fuck am I the traitor?! I’m not the one who fucking abandoned his best friend without even having the balls to end things to her face!” Jeonghan maliciously growled.

You witnessed Joshua grit his teeth to keep from screaming and scaring you, “No, you’re just the one that fucked your best friend!”

At that point you had no clue what either male was talking about. Jeonghan had always told you that he knew as much about why Joshua left as you. And you sure as shit didn’t understand why Joshua thought your husband was the one that fucked him over. But the two sure sounded like they had more unfinished business than they let you in on.

“It’s not my fault you’re so damn thick skulled Shua! Besides, you’re the asshole that left! You can’t blame anyone for what happened afterwards but yourself!” Your husband borderline yelled in Josh’s face.

You definitely were starting to realize something else was going on. But you couldn’t really focus on that at that moment. All you could think about was how close their faces were getting and how white their knuckles were becoming.

Joshua let out a dry laugh that sounded more like a demon had voiced it than a human, “And you sure as shit took advantage of me being gone didn’t you?! You couldn’t even wait until the corpse of our friendship was cold huh?! I mean seriously Jeonghan, this is a new low even for your cheap shot throwing ass!”

And that was when your husband’s fist made contact with Joshua’s jaw, causing him to stumble and opening the sea of people surrounding them that didn’t want to get hit. Which meant there was no one there to keep him from falling backwards onto the ground.

You screamed when you saw Jeonghan lunge forward to continue the scramble on the ground.

It was a hot mess. First Jeonghan had punched Shua’s eye socket, then Shua flipped your husband over and returned the favor. And of course Jeonghan just had to continue hitting the younger boys sides from his point on the ground, but then that also meant Shua got angry and put his hands around the elders neck.

Then you don’t know what happened cause the next thing you knew both men were rolling around on the floor sending as many hits into the other as they possibly couple before some of the guys from the reunion, you couldn’t really say who, pulled them apart. Then it was up to you to start convincing the reunion coordinator to not press charges.

——

“I can’t believe you fucking hit me.” Joshua snarled, holding the bag of ice to the side of his face to bring down some of the swelling that was no doubt the source of some of his discomfort

Jeonghan snorted, “And I can’t believe you were ballsy enough to start choking me,” as he held his bag of ice up to his eye to hopefully help some of the bruising from getting worse.

The two of them had been sat outside on the curb being babysat by a couple of their old male classmates while you had been left to try to smooth things over inside the building.

“So,” Joshua broke the awkward silence that loomed between them, “How mad at us do you think she is?” He questioned, genuinely curious about whether or not he ever had a chance of you speaking to him again.

Jeonghan groaned as he mulled just how bad your reaction would be later over in his head, “Mad? Try pissed! She’s totally gonna kill me when we get home.”

Joshua chuckled lightly, quickly regretting the decision when he realized just how badly the move made his rib cage hurt, “Honestly, she’s probably gonna be happy you started hitting me.”

He hated to say it out loud. It was bad enough his words were more than likely true after everything that had happened, but saying it out loud, vocalizing that you probably hated his guts, hurt more than his freshly created wounds.

The elder of the two rolled his eyes at the statement and bit his bloody lip, “Shows what you know. I’m probably sleeping on the couch for a month Minimum!”

“Why though? If she hates me doesn’t that mean she’d be proud of you for hitting me?” Josh asked in a whisper, trying not to let his heartbreak show.

Jeonghan just swallowed thickly, “Why? Because I got into a full on fight at a reunion where I promised her I’d be on my best behavior. Because instead of using my words like an adult I used my fists, like an idiot-” he paused, almost not wanting his next words to come out of his mouth, “-But for the record, she doesn’t hate you. She was mad at you for leaving us without giving us the courtesy of knowing your real reason for leaving. But that doesn’t mean she hates you. I… I don’t think she could ever hate either of us.”

Now it was Joshua’s turn to not want to speak. He was still mad at himself for it all and how he handled it. He was still ashamed of it all and how it turned out.

But Jeonghan was right, the letter he had sent wasn’t his real reason for cutting contact, anyone with a brain could’ve seen that. Which means you definitely did see it. You deserved a real answer and, even if he could never say it to you out loud or to your delicate face, maybe someday Jeonghan could for him.

“That day at the bar, the day before the wedding when she came down stairs and ripped me away from you guys,” Joshua spoke as he tried to blink away the painful memory to keep it from resurfacing to the front of his mind. He didn’t want you to know he cried, “She told me… she told me that she was pregnant.”

Jeonghan let the bag of ice he had against his face fall onto his lap, “Wait? Are you saying you dropped us because you had to be a family man or some bullshit? Because I swear to god Shua-” He threatened, but his worries were quickly squashed.

“No… that’s not why,” Joshua halted him, nearly starting to shake from holding back a harsh sob, “At least… not really why.”

——

Joshua went on to explain that, while his fiancé had told him she was pregnant that day, she also told him that if he ever wanted to see his own child he had to stop talking to you as soon as the wedding was over.

She never liked you or that he was friends with you. She hated that he always put you above anyone and anything else. But she knew there was only one thing he’d ever put above you, and that would be his own kids.

‘My dad left pretty much right after I was born so I don’t really know,’ Shua had told you and Jeonghan one day in middle school after you had asked him where he was.

You had known that his mom raised him alone, but whenever the topic of his father arose, he’d change the subject.

In that moment, you found out why, ‘I’ll tell you what though,’ He held back a sniffle as you came and gave him a warm back hug to comfort him like you always did whenever he was having a rough time, ‘I’ll never do what my dad did to me to my own kids.’

He never even really liked her. For a while, he managed to trick himself into thinking she’d be a decent enough replacement for you, that he could fool himself into believing she was the next best thing to you. But she never was.

By the time he realized that, it was too late. By the time he was ready to tell you how he felt for you whether he thought you loved him back or not, he couldn’t do it. He was engaged to be married.

Even the day before his wedding as he sat at the bar stools with you and watched you laugh and giggle and smile, he was genuinely planning to cancel the whole wedding that night to ride off into the sunset with you.

But he soon found he couldn’t because his bride to be, who he was beginning to see as the spoiled entitled brat she really was, was pregnant.

Torn between the decision to either keep seeing you, the girl who he’d literally take a bullet for, and raising his own kid, he chose the kid.

He knew you’d be alright, even if it sucked and hurt everyone involved, he reasoned that you still had Jeonghan to make himself feel better.

He knew that if he stopped speaking with you, even if he was still allowed to speak with him, Jeonghan would stay by you and tell him to go fuck himself if he said he wanted to still be friends with him. So he had to cut the both of you out of his life.

He spent the last day he had with you trying to be as normal as he could when the reality was all he wanted to do was throw himself in your arms and die there everytime you came within hugging distance. In his mind, he might as well have since it felt like he was already a walking corpse.

You were with him from the start of the day to the end of it. You were his best man since you weren’t allowed to be part of the bridal party, a right he had to fight to keep through his fiancé’s objections. You’d been there for the start of his life, it made sense that you’d be there for the end of it too.

You helped him get ready, carefully helping him tie his tie and button his blazer all while he wished he could carefully bring your lips to his. You expertly kept his focus in memorizing his vows while he loosely tried to keep up, hoping you’d realize they were the words he wanted to say to you.

When his future bride walked forward down the aisle, he kept his site sideways on you. He noticed your teary eyes, probably from dreading having to deal with the woman he was marrying for what you assumed would be for the rest of your lives, and wanted so badly to comfort you in a time he needed comforting from you himself.

He couldn’t focus on his wife’s beauty that was enhanced with the best fillers and Botox money could buy that were forever and would always be visible. He was too mesmerized by your own natural beauty that would soon vanish before his eyes for what he knew would be forever.

Throughout the entire reception and dinner, he watched as you poured back shots with Jeonghan and longed for the days he was able to witness your drunken snorting giggles beside him.

Anytime he scanned the crowd, he witnessed your shared and carefree best friend try his damnedest to cheer you up by making fun of the stuck up in law family he had inherited.

All night he had to pretend he cared about his bride’s petty concerns and angry outburst when all he really cared about was the amount of times he saw you stepping out and coming back with tear stained cheeks.

Then, when the ceremony and reception were coming to a close and his now wife stared him and the clock down, he was finally able to ask you to dance. The last one he’d ever get with you. The last time he’d ever get to be near you.

He should’ve told you then and there what was going on. He should’ve let you down easy in person. But he couldn’t. You were trying so hard to see the bright side of things for him, he couldn’t break your heart.

When you started apologizing for being the reason she treated him so poorly, he should’ve explained everything so you knew it wasn’t your fault. But he couldn’t. He didn’t want his last happy moments with you to be tainted.

So instead, he held you close to his chest, hoping you could hear his heart beat only for you. He kept you talking, hoping he could memorize your voice and have it ingrained in his brain for all the times he’d long to hear it and you’d no longer be there. He swayed you side to side while you danced, trying to gain the courage to grab you by the hand and run away with you.

But he couldn’t. He had to give up someone who meant everything to him for someone who meant nothing to him.

So at the end of the night when everyone was seeing them off, when everyone was saying their temporary goodbyes, he said goodbye to you for good.

You gave him a hug and he wrapped his arms so tightly around you he was worried he had cut off your air supply.

He thanked you for all the help you had given him, not realizing he meant for the help you had given him during his entire duration of his existence.

You told him you loved him and that you were proud of him. So he told you he loved you too, once again not realizing the true meaning behind his words.

He gave you a final kiss to the top of your head, wanting more than anything for the action to say all the things he wish he could. Then he let you go.

He had his mom arrange to get all his stuff out of your shared apartment while he was on his honeymoon and knew you and Jeonghan would still be in France. He wanted to answer all your messages, he wanted to answer all your calls. But as soon as his wife found out about the spamming from the both of you, she made him change his number.

Joshua still didn’t want you to think he abandoned you without even telling you he wasn’t coming back. He planned on going to the apartment to tell you in person after he chickened out at the wedding, but he just… couldn’t.

How could he look you in the eye and say he ruined everyone’s lives by being an idiot? How could he tell you he had to choose someone he wished he’d left for you? How could he listen to you cry as he told you it would be the last time you’d ever see him? How could he be right in front of your beautiful face and be able to leave afterwards?

He just couldn’t do it. So he wrote the letter.

However, once his wife found out about it, she threatened to leave him if he sent it. Eventually, he managed to convince her that if he sent it, you’d never try to contact him again.

But her knowing meant he had to have her permission before he could actually send it out, meaning he couldn’t tell you the truth about why he wouldn’t be coming back like he wanted to.

He did his best to keep you from blaming yourself by offering an excuse of it being all his fault, but his wife made him add that he had outgrown you because she didn’t feel you’d ever truly leave the two of them alone if it didn’t show he didn’t want to be near you anymore.

He was told a few weeks later, just around the time she probably would’ve started to show, that his wife had miscarried. And he was devastated at the fact that he lost a child.

But he was more broken over the fact that he had to stay in an unhappy marriage for no reason because he had burned his bridges with both you and Jeonghan and she was all he had left.

Some years later during their divorce proceedings, he found out that she had made it all up. That there never was a real baby and that he had indeed given you up for nothing but an empty promise and an evil woman.

Joshua didn’t see a point in remarrying after that, why would he have? The only woman he ever wanted now assumed he didn’t want anything to do with her.

He didn’t have any kids either. Why have kids when the only woman he’d ever actually wanted them with was probably having them with someone else?

He told Jeonghan that he mostly spent his days drinking and working a job in a career he only went in because she made him change it to try and numb the loneliness in his life he had created. He told him the only reason he started to fight back with him was because he was hurting.

Just thinking you were happy with someone else was enough to, on a good day, make him want to ram his head through a garage door. But actually seeing you happy with someone else? Knowing it was Jeonghan you married instead of him? Knowing that you had Jeonghan’s kids instead of his? Knowing that he lost his chance to grow old with you and be happy to his best friend felt like a hot iron was shoved down his throat and out the other end.

“Yeah, I figured pal,” Jeonghan nodded, still taking in everything Joshua had told him.

Josh wiped the flowing tears from his face, “What do you mean you figured?”

Jeonghan let out an exhausted sigh and a dry chuckle as he reached in his pocket to pull out his phone, quickly unlocking it and heading to the photos in his phone, “You know, I wasn’t just trying to hurt your feelings when I said you were thick-skulled. Sounds like you were so concerned about hiding your own feelings for her, you never took notice that she had them for you too.”

And that’s when Jeonghan showed him a video from the day he proposed. It showed you in the older boy's car, doing your damnedest not to burst into tears as you explained to your now husband why you had to help with his proposal.

You spoke about how his happiness meant more to you than your own. How your heart was broken because he chose his fiancé but that it didn’t matter because he needed your help. Because he asked for your help. You had no clue who his future wife even was yet you were willing to lose everything if it meant she could be with him because you loved him.

Joshua felt sick to his stomach, no, it felt like his stomach was gonna come out of his body from the sheer repulsion he was feeling. You actually loved him. He could’ve been with you all this time but because he was so busy trying to find someone like you, he never saw you or your feelings for him.

A small part of him was thrilled to finally hear you say those three words after so many years of having been in love with you. He couldn’t help but let his body finally fall into broken wails as he began to cry into his hands, Jeonghan bringing one of his own to gently pat him on the back.

Because they both knew they now meant nothing. You were married to Jeonghan, the guy who actually stuck around and was there for you, with a family you built together as husband and wife.

He couldn’t confess his feelings to you and live happily ever after with you as he once could’ve. You were adults with responsibilities and people who relied on you now.

Joshua wanted to take it back. He wanted to take it all back. He should’ve never asked his ex wife out, he should’ve asked you out. He should’ve never proposed to his ex wife, he should’ve proposed to you. He should’ve never married her, he should’ve married you.

He should’ve had children and a life with you. He should’ve been the one who sees you first thing in the morning and got to kiss you goodnight. He should’ve told you how he felt when he had the chance.

“I-Is s-she at least h-happy n-now Jeonghan?” Shua quivered, barely able to hold back the body racking sobs long enough to speak.

He should’ve known you loved him too. All the times you sat and listened to him play awful guitar when he was first learning to play, all the times you’d stay on the phone for hours on end just to hear him rant about his day, all the late night study sessions you didn’t need but he so desperately did that you accompanied him on, he should’ve known.

“Yeah, buddy. She’s really really happy now,” Jeonghan assured him, feeling unbelievably sorry for his former friend who was still very obviously in love with the mother of his own children.

——

It took Joshua a long time to calm himself down, but luckily for him, you seemed to need just as much time trying to convince whoever was in charge not to press charges against them.

It also gave Jeonghan time to tell him some of the things that had gone on in the both of your lives since he’s last seen you.

For some reason, it made him feel better to know that you and Jeonghan grew closer when he left because of your shared grief and Jeonghan’s constant need to protect you.

You’d been married over a decade and, based on some of his stories, he had no doubt in his mind that Jeonghan was still making your life a living hell with his constant need to cause havoc.

It made things easier for him to know that Jeonghan was able to fulfill his wish of becoming a psychologist so you could be a stay at home mom and raise your children the way you always wanted to. You used to talk about wanting a boat load of children when you were growing up together and, even though you only ended up having two, he knew with them being half Jeonghan’s they must’ve kept your life busy enough to feel like you had more.

Knowing that Jeonghan made every Wednesday night date night for the both of you and took you to nice restaurants was helpful, it meant he treated you right. Listening to the pride in Jeonghan’s voice as he boasted about your children made his heart happy, it meant he was a good dad to your kids. Hearing Jeonghan talk about you like you were the sole reason the earth kept spinning gave him a lot of hope, it meant he loved you the way Joshua loved you.

“Hannie?!” You shouted as you rushed from the doors of your old high school, making your way to the both of them just as Jeonghan finished telling Joshua about how your 6 year old daughter was now refusing to go to sleep without tucking everyone in bed and kissing them goodnight herself, which apparently your 10 year old boy was not very fond of.

Both men turned around to face you, watching as you pulled your heels off your feet and ran through the front grass in a hurry, “Yes, love?” Jeonghan answered, nearly forgetting the events that took place earlier in the night and smiling.

“Okay I’m suuuper pissed at you right now so don’t try to be cute, but we have to go! Like right now! The sitter’s only paid up till 11pm and it’s 10:30pm!” You breathlessly shouted to him.

Joshua watched as pure panic drenched over Jeonghan within seconds, “Oh fuck!” He stood from his place on the cement and patted the younger boy’s back, “It was good seeing you again Shua. You gonna be good?” He urgently asked, clearly concerned for your children back home as you made your way to the both of them.

He laughed back, confusing you as you had no clue what had been going on with the two of them while they sat waiting for you, “Yeah, man. I’ll be okay. You guys go go!” He pretended to shuuu you both towards the cars before Jeonghan placed his arm out in front of you, stopping you as you tried to make your start to rush your car.

“Yeah love you are not running across the asphalt without shoes.” He insisted breaking his panicked father persona and falling into his adoring husband one.

“But Jeonghan-” you tried to argue, but you were met with resistance within an instance.

Jeonghan tsked his tongue and began crouching down enough for you to get on his back, “Not up for debate princess. Now say your goodbyes, hop on and let’s go! We got babies to see!”

You rolled your eyes at your husband’s need to be overdramatic but complied with his demand anyways, too exhausted with the night’s events to put up a fight, “Well even though you two suck and fought it really was good to see you again Shua, even if it was only for a little while,” you half smiled, your dimples still showing through your tiredness as you wrapped your arms around Jeonghan’s neck and brought your legs to his side, ready for him to take off and go.

You weren’t allowed to go just yet, at least, not until Jeonghan forced your heels out of your hand so he could carry them himself, much to your fake annoyance.

And just like that, Joshua watched as the both of you ran off into the parking lot of your old high school with you scolding him about being ridiculous and Jeonghan making conceded compliments about himself.

Seeing the both of you interact together, even though you were complaining about your husband and Jeonghan was being… well, Jeonghan, gave Joshua comfort, it meant you both loved each other very much. And even though he’d never get you to himself now, at least he knew you were in the best hands he could’ve ever hoped for.

(Last Edited: 6/4/23)

[muekyn]

shy!armin headcanons

a/n: ok so this was supposed to be shy!armin but i guess i just made him awkward??? so hope you like shy awkward armin fluff t/w: maybe slight suggestive at one point?

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meeting armin was, interesting, to say the least. you met him at a mutual friend's house party. he seemed out of place, a nice young man surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, boozed up people. he simply stood to the side, awkwardly speaking now and again while your mutual friend, eren, shotgunned a 16 oz tallboy. the night for you two ended once eren got too drunk and needed to be taken care of by armin.

you would definitely say he was polite, kind, and thoughtful. it just seemed as though he had little to say.

armin was admittingly, very shy. and when he saw you it just made it ten times worse. he was stammering and tripping over his sentences, running out of things to talk about. the mere sight of you made him beyond flustered. his mind was like a broken record, repeating the thought "oh my god they're so cute and they're talking to me what do i do what do i say oh my god"

he hoped he would see you again, just to make up for last time. he made sure that next time he saw you, he had things to talk about, even if they led no where. he even looked up some conversation starters online.

ever since your first meetup he's been crushing hard!!! at first it was really bad, he could barely let a sentence out. but as time goes on armin realizes you mesh with his temperament, and is more willing to talk to you about practically anything.

fidgets with his fingers. usually is standing like the "had to do it to em" guy. he just doesn't know what to do with his hands

mumbles!! trails off of his sentences bc he isn't sure if what he's saying is interesting

if he has something to say in a group setting, he usually waits until people are done talking to speak. most of the time this causes him to wait a little too long, and the group has already moved on with their conversation. because of this, he can be especially quiet with large amounts of people.

you think he's quiet with friends? just wait until you see him interacting with a stranger. that boy can't hold a conversation. usually says a grand total of three sentences to somebody before he can't come up with anything else to say. he'll quickly shuffle away before there's an awkward silence.

he also has a hard time making prolonged eye contact. (especially with you!!) doesn't know how long and when to make eye contact, so he usually is looking away from people when he speaks.

the more you're around armin the more he comes out of his shell, especially when it's just the two of you. he's even confided in you that he wishes he had more confidence so he could do the things he wants. (*hint hint* you)

touch starved!! usually pulls away instantly the second he feels someone's skin touching his. however, if you accidentally touch him, he reciprocates the affection instantly. if you brush your hand against his, he'll brush his hand back with a playful smile on his face. if you lean into him, he'll place his hands on your shoulders and pull you in closer.

wants to buy you gifts but isn't sure if that would be overstepping his boundaries. he has bought a few things here and there to give to you when if you two start dating. he keeps them wrapped up nice and neat in his closet, hidden from anyone just in case they were to ask.

armin talks to you the most out of everyone. despite this he's still rather quiet, choosing to spend his free time with you by writing or doing work. occasionally he'll ask you for tips. he loves the creative energy you two bounce off of each other.

definitely has looked up "how to get a person to like you" and "how to know if someone likes you" on google after meeting you

has written out a script for what to say when he confesses feelings for you. he's revised it three or four times at this point. (though, in reality, he's probably just going to accidentally admit he likes you)

[chibipsycho-v3]

Hello Hello! It's me again!

Heehoo request time/lh

I'm feelin' very hurt/comfort cause anxiety is being a bitch like always. Same peeps from before btw!

Basically, just some general anxiety comfort will do. Whether that's headcanons or a oneshot or both like last time is up to you. But I would like to add a personal tidbit if that's fine.

How they would comfort their partner who's ashamed of how they feel.

I'm sorry if that's a bit too personal or if it's just oversharing in general, I just could use some comfort about that, y'know? Totally up to you if you want to answer this request or not friend.

Have a good rest of your day/night!

*hands together* I am sorry that this took so long to get to you I won't bore you with my RL But I wanted to get these just right before I posted them. I did these in a headcanon style this time, it was the format that flowed- for some reason?

Anyway I hope you feel better, friend. I have some similar struggles from time to time and while I can't rightfully say I know your pain, I feel for you and with you. So we can all sit here and get some comfort from some nice 'bots~

P03 comforting a partner who is ashamed with how they feel

Something is bothering you, P03 can tell. He's not very perceptive with mood changes in others, but he's been around you long enough to recognize it.

At first, he doesn't say anything. He figures if you wanted to talk about it, you would. He does soften his words around you, though.

P03 finally can't take it and he pulls you aside to ask you what the problem is. If someone's bothering you or something, he'd have a few choice words with-!

In the quiet of the backroom, away from prying eyes, you tell him. But once you tell him what's bothering you, his face can't quite settle between sad and upset.

He doesn't say anything quite yet, but- if you were okay with it- he would pull you close and hold you against himself.

He tries to come up with words, but- Oh, he's terrible at this. But you're not feeling good and he's gonna try his damnedest to relieve that feeling.

So P03 tries to offer the words he needed in the past. That he can see you're not feeling good. That you shouldn't be too hard on yourself. That he's proud of your efforts. It may take him a minute (this poor 'bot is awful at discussing emotions, especially his own) but he may even tell you a little about his past to show you're not alone.

Once you've calmed down a bit, he turns his attention to the factory- and calls an early shutdown for the day. His workers are understandably confused, but he tells them not to question it.

He's not going to just comfort and run, he's gonna stick close to you for the rest of the day.

You want to talk more about your problems? He's listening. You want to discuss something else? He's got plenty of subjects and things to distract you with. You want to cuddle? He'll find a blanket for you both. If you want something to eat or drink, he refuses to let you do it yourself and brings it to you.

He wouldn't put this effort out for just anyone, and if pressed by someone he'd deny he did it, but P03 does care about you.

"I don't want you to feel ashamed. I am proud of who you are. Tell that to the thoughts that are trying to scramble you up."

The Archivist comforting a partner who is ashamed with how they feel

The Archivist can tell your mood is off the moment that your demeanor changes. She says nothing in front of others, but as soon as the two of you are alone, she'd ask if you were feeling alright. She wants to give you a chance to talk on your own if you wish to.

If you do tell her what's bothering you, she gives you a look not of pity, but of sympathy. She'd offer a hug if you'd like it, and she squeezes your shoulders gently.

All of her files are set to the side for you. She wants you to feel better, but she doesn't want to overstep a boundary.

But first, your comfort is her priority. That file the Archivist built on you tells her all she needs to help you out. She'll get your favorite drink in your favorite spot with possibly even a playlist of some soothing music to help you de-stress. Any other comforts you need are easy enough for her to get her claw on.

If you need a distraction from your problem, she has no end to interesting subjects the two of you could talk about or things she could show you to take your mind off of things.

She doesn't want to goad you into telling her anything, but she insists that you can tell her anything; she's a really good listener, after all. If you want to be left in solitude, she'll let you calm down by yourself if that's what you need.

But if you want to talk, she's there to listen. The Archivist loves to listen to you, though to hear the hurt and shame in your words, see it in your face… It tugs at something in her circuits.

She'd do anything to make you feel differently, but of course it's never as simple as that. So she tries to understand your position. She might ask gentle questions about why you might feel this way or what she could do to help- but if those questions upset you, she would immediately backtrack.

Your state of mind is her top concern and she tries her best to be attentive and understand.

"You're my sweet partner, and nothing could ever make me ashamed of you. I wish I could change things for you… But I can stand by you through your troubles. Always."

[soulsxng]

The eyes of the gentry as he spoke to Sivel were leering, something that instantly had Iomhar’s gaze narrowing with distaste. He’d heard this gentry speak before when it came to other beings, the man loftily stating that anything other than a Seelie fae served no purpose other than being a warm body to rut into. The man thought others little more than semi-intelligent beasts and it was clear even now in the was he blatantly ogled Sivel, letting his eyes linger shamelessly up and down the lines of the Vasyrus’ body.

“Is it true that the Vasyrus have the most unique set of genitalia? How fascinating, it has been the talk of the gentry for some time now, especially since Lord Iomhar here has had a taste himself—“

Alright, that was enough. Iomhar stepped forward, one hand coming to rest on Sivel’s waist, the other tightly gripping the hilt of his sheathed sword. Though his smile was polite, the normally easygoing man’s eyes screamed violent murder. The message was clear.

“A travesty I must interrupt before you had the time to finish your riveting conversation.” A travesty only because he would have had even more reason to run him through where he stood. He was still tempted either way. “But that is enough. It is time for us to leave, and frankly if you continue to speak to Sivel in such a way then I may just have to end your life! And then I would have to give the king an explanation why I needed to dirty my blade with your blood. So, either way, that will be all.”

The other gentry drew up, looking as if he would protest, but something in the fae’s eyes stopped him short. With an affronted ‘harrumph’, the man swept away with a grumble, and only once he was gone did Iomhar reluctantly pulled his hand away from Sivel and his sword.

“I apologize for that.” His eyes remained fixed on where the man stood previously and a muscle in his jaw jumped with the tension. “Seelie enjoy overstepping boundaries and many believe that there is no species better than ours.”

The more this gentry spoke, the more Sivel found his expression changing to one far more unamused. Lips pressed into a thin line, eyes narrowed as he looked down his nose at the, and wings giving a low, intermittent buzz-- an unsettling sound even for those that didn't know exactly what it meant.

The king wouldn't hide under the hungry gaze that raked over his body, but the discomfort it caused had him thinking idly about gouging those beady eyes from the fae's skull. Just who did this filth think he was, anyway? Obviously, he hadn't the slightest idea of exactly who, or what he was speaking to, or he wouldn't be quite so brazen with his vulgar disrespect. Perhaps he needed to be taught a different sort of lesson about the Vasyrus, hmm?

In fact, Sivel was just opening his mouth to give the other a tongue lashing (and likely more, depending on what else was said or done in the meantime), when he felt an arm encircling his waist. Eyes lifting to take in Iomhar, who had stepped forward with a far less friendly expression on his face than usual. It was enough to shock the king out of his own building anger, and have him turning slightly toward Iomhar. A few mockingly polite words, and a heavy glare, and the other gentry was sent scurrying, much to Sivel's relief.

"...He would hardly be worth the trouble it would cause if you did kill him." Sivel found himself murmuring, reaching to take Iomhar's hand that had previously been resting at the hilt of his sword. "He is scum, yes, but I can assure you that I have had far worse things said and done to me. A short while, and I will have forgotten all about it, I assure you. He is gone, and I am here, with you...so please,"

"...Do not make such a face, valiel."

[crepezinhos]

Hi, I don't know if you were talking about me, but I did request a part 2 of Fortune's Fool....

Well, I have to start by saying that I LOVED your Part 1!!!

it's been living rent free in my head ever since I read it.

And for the part 2, I had this scenario where ... I imagined both Kazuha and Wanderer wanting more than just what happened that night.... but both of them getting super anxious about it....!!!

Maybe wanderer over thinking what he did.and maybe all what he said too..? (all the things that he said while doing it), or him thinks that Kazuha was more gentle,  or maybe him thinking like that cause he saw us he  with him at some point, and he thought, "oh, well, it's logical that they want with him again because he was really nice"...... and maybe Kazuha feeling really guilty for whatever reason (it my head he would be super restless if he was thhing that he overstep our boundaries) or it could be just him thinking that he wasn't good enough, or thinking that we do not want to have anything more to do with him (i think that he would still be willing to talk things out tho..... )

overall Both of them just having this anxious feeling and over thinkingthe setuation ...

For the end it's really up to you!!

If you want it to be happy, comfort/no comfort... really I feel like you would do a better job at figuring out an ending!!!

Up For a Second Round?

(REQUEST #4) POV: Meeting them individually after the night where the three of you had an orgy in a bathroom stall and how would it work out.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a SFW piece for Wanderer and a NSFW piece for Kazuha

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Characters will NOT be together, so there’s no orgy (unfortunately)

— Reading of the original post is advised

Wanderer + Reader:

Neither you or Wanderer wanted to see each other after the occurred, but for some reason, Wanderer felt really guilty about it. Was it because he allowed himself to show his kinky side to a person he wasn’t close to and will most likely remember that? Or maybe because he went too hard on a person that was barely conscious? The only reason why that guilt wasn’t consuming him over was because he liked that experience a lot. It had been months since he last had sex and it wasn’t kinky, so he felt really satisfied to have a stranger letting him use her to fulfill all his sexual desires. He has a kink on degradation, so it’s hard for him to find a partner that also likes it. You were definitely going to live in his mind for a good while, as a good memory and a bad memory.

Even if he took great care of you after it, bringing you to rest in a warm bed and a comfy, safe hotel room, he still felt terrified of ever meeting you again.

You also feared it while walking around the town of Sumeru, wanting to experience the entirety of the Sabzeruz Festival. You knew that Wanderer lived in the city, but that trip was not about him, so you tried your best to ignore that fear. You always wanted to live this, you always loved Sumeru, ever since you were a kid reading journals about its biological variety. So there you were, walking around the crowded streets, crossing by many stores and attractions, unaware of Wanderer’s presence in the rooftops of the houses nearby. He was keeping an eye on you just to make sure you would not see him and have to live the moment of meeting each other again that soon. But unfortunately, since he had volunteered to help keeping maintenance of the festival, he had to be around.

And Nahida didn’t help.

“Hey, Mr. Hat Guy!” She called him out from behind, gently pulling his shorts to call his attention. “I dearly appreciate your help with the maintenance, but I’ll have to ask you to please get off the rooftops… It would be unfortunate for our reputation if someone from the maintenance team damaged someone’s house and it just doesn’t look appropriate for the festival...” Nahida explained.

“I… I’m sorry.” He said, turning his face away.

“What’s bothering you?” She asked, giggling at his slight embarrassment.

“Nothing… I’ll see you soon.” He finalized, walking away from the Archon and jumping off from the roof, landing on the ground without damaging the crates he was carrying at all.

Now, he had no notion of where you were anymore, so you could literally be right by his side and appear just right at his front. Wanderer shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to get that thought out of his head as he begun walking.

And he only owned them again when he felt himself turning around a corner.

…

Oh.

“Oh.” You mumbled to yourself.

Wanderer immediately froze in his place with the sight of you standing right in front of him and staring at him with an embarrassed face. All that went through his mind was “Run away, run away, run away…” as he prepared his right foot to turn around and walk away.

“Hi.” You said with a weird smile, trying to make the conversation less embarrassing, making Wanderer stop those thoughts for a second. “So… how are you doing..? Liking the festival?” You asked, scratching the back of your neck.

All that went through your mind was “Act fool, act fool, act fool”, contrasting Wanderer’s thoughts, which unintentionally the moment more embarrassing.

“Yeah.” He said very quietly.

That moment was absolutely horrible. You two trying to act there was no big elephant in the room was just making it bigger and bigger. Wanderer was so nervous that he didn’t even realize that his grip in the crates was barely breaking them apart.

“I should get going.” He suggested, trying to step away immediately.

“N-No! Let me help you carrying those!” You said, grabbing one of the crates in his hands without his permission.

“You don’t need to—!” He argued, trying to reach the crate back.

“So, where are you heading to?!” You ignored him, beginning to walk ahead of him.

Just why the fuck did you do that for?!?! For the stupid sake of not mentioning what happened?!

Wanderer went quiet in shock of your will to not talk about the elephant in the room, but still… he gave up in trying to keep quiet. He is a man, so he has to face his problems like one according to his logic.

“Y/N.” He called you out, making you stop walking to look back at him. “Pretending nothing happened between us will only make this more awkward, so let’s end this together, right here and right now.” He confronted with a very serious voice, making your fake smiles disappear.

You were too embarrassed to answer him.

“I’m sorry, ok?” He whispered, turning his face away due to his cheeks going red l. “All that I said to you that night was a… kinky thing… that I enjoy in these activities.” He confessed, completely ashamed.

“It’s ok, I know.” You said, also refusing to look at him.

“But I still shouldn’t have said those things to you or done anything to you in the first place. You were drunk and vulnerable and I was practically sober… it was very wrong of me.” He argued, placing one of his hands in hiss face as he remembered the moment you two had.

“No, no, it’s ok, I understand! There’s no need to be embarrassed..!” You said, trying to relax him. “I, uh… I am a very kinky person too so I kinda liked it and your… uh…” You started a speech but started regretting what you were beginning to say.

You barely said that you liked his degradation, and that would be the end of your dignity.

He didn’t say anything too, his face looking shocked with what you confessed and his eyebrows frowned.

It was pure silence for some seconds.

“Never mind.” You laughed it off.

“You liked it..?” He asked very quietly, making you go embarrassed again.

…

…

“Yeah.” You answered, looking away from his sharp gaze.

“You enjoyed… being… degraded..?” He asked with a slight amusement in his voice that you did not like.

“These crates are still waiting to be delivered, aren’t they?!” You ignored his question, trying to avoid that conversation.

“I-I’m sorry, I got curious...” He said, walking up to you and creating a slow pace for you to follow.

“It’s ok, I just… don’t wanna talk about that.” You said, and he nodded in acceptation.

The ambient got quiet again, but this time, Wanderer was feeling a little more confident to talk.

“Have you seen Kazuha yet? He’s also in here to celebrate the festival.”

“Kazuha is here?!” You asked, getting anxious again.

“Yeah, we talked a little yesterday.”

“About what?!”

“About that night. He didn’t remember how did we end up like that and asked me about it.”

“Oh… how did we end up like that?” You took the opportunity to ask the question you had in your mind for many days.

“You don’t remember as well? Well, you just started making out with Kazuha in the toilet while I tried to unlock the door and then you started to flirt with me and convince me to join the fun.” He explained, his cheeks getting redder and redder the more he remembered.

“Oh… I don’t remember that part at all, but… if I crossed any lines, I apologize.”

“Don’t worry about that, Y/N, me and Kazuha are bigger problems.” He replied and stopped walking, making you stop too. “Well, we arrived.” He said while gently putting the boxes in his hands in the ground.

“Well, then… I guess I’ll be going now.” You said while he took the boxes in your hands.

“Oh… um… I’ll see you around, I guess.” He said in a weird way, like he did not want you to leave.

“Yeah… see ya.” You dismissed yourself before beginning to walk very quickly out of that place, afraid of what he said about Kazuha.

But as soon as you felt like you were distant enough from him…

“Wait.” You heard his voice from being you and a sudden hand on your shoulder.

“Yes?” You asked, turning to him again, meeting a very peculiar face.

“I, uh… thank you… for that... I… needed it a lot.” He confessed, not daring to stare your gaze back.

“Oh… you’re welcome..!” You laughed it off to try making it look like what he said wasn’t weird.

“Um… any chance we could possibly… ugh…” He attempted, taking his hand off your shoulder to scratch his neck in embarrassment.

“What is it?” You asked.

“N-Never mind.” He whispered, moving his hand to his hat to pull it down and cover his face, red as a tomato, as he walked away from you again as quick as he could.

You stared at him walking for some seconds, confused with what he could possibly want, but you ignored it and begun walking away again.

Wanderer sighed and brought his palm to cover his face, extremely embarrassed at that final talk you two had. He couldn’t lie to himself, he was really amused with the fact that you accidentally implied to like sadism, but he was disappointed in failing to get to 100% confirm that. He was about to ask you for a second round, but his timid soul did not allow him to lose his dignity so easily like that. He wanted to discount his desires in someone who enjoyed that kind of kink without another man taking some of your attention away, and also wanted you to discount your desires in him. It would be perfect for the both of you to relieve all that sexual stress you two had accumulated. But now, he let you go with Kazuha out there. Even if he was now aware of your kink, Kazuha was way better at talking, flirting and being a gentleman than him, so now there were big chances of you discounting your desires in him instead of with the poor, solitary Wanderer.

“I was so close… why didn’t I ask..?” He pressured himself as he pulled his hat down again.

Kazuha + Reader:

As Wanderer mentioned, Kazuha was also in Sumeru to celebrate the Sabzeruz Festival, completely unaware about your presence until he suddenly spotted you walking around in a crowd. He wasn’t really surprised to see you there, after all, the whole nation was trying to bring outsiders to celebrate their festival, but he absolutely wanted to talk to you again. He wanted to politely apologize and take responsibility for what happened, but also try his chance with you, which was previously interrupted by Wanderer.

He'll never tell you this, but he got jealous of Wanderer. Kaedehara Kazuha has always respected and admired you for being a talented swordswoman who fought with the 4th Harbinger and lost with a lot of dignity as a mere human, but he got even more interested in you when he got to actually talk to you. You were beautiful, powerful and even funny... how could he not feel attracted to you? He would’ve loved talking more with you that night if it wasn't for Wanderer making himself way more pleasant than him, or after that night, but he never saw you again or believed that he would have a chance with you due to what happened.

Even if he slightly regrets the moment, he cannot deny that having such an iconic woman sucking his dick so easily made him even more invested in you. He would love it if you had a secret second personality for these moments of intimacy that completely contrasts the personality that you show.

So, after hiddenly following and watching you enjoy the festival through the afternoon, when you finally went to a corner isolated from crowds, he finally showed up to you.

“Y/N Y/S.” He called your name in a flirty tone, making you jump from the fright of being suddenly called, especially by a voice you didn’t wish to hear at the moment.

You turned to his direction as fast as you could, meeting him walking towards you very slowly and with a very gentle smirk in his face.

“How are you doing? Enjoying the festival?” He asked, finally stopping when he felt he was close enough.

“I’ve… been doing fine..! This festival is great..!” You answered, very nervous about his smirk.

You didn’t know whether he was just being polite, flirty, or both.

“I’d love to hear you talk about how have your days been in Sumeru or your recent trips, but I believe there’s something way more important to discuss, isn’t there?” He asked, crossing his arms, expecting to hear an answer from you, but all you did was nod while looking away. “Well, then, I guess I'll start. Did I cross a line, Y/N?” He asked, now changing his facial expression to a very neutral one, expressing slight seriousness to the situation.

You started to think, but all you remembered was him being the gentleman he is, scolding Wanderer for his sadism and praising your hard work in his dick.

“I wouldn’t say so… I remember you being very sweet and caring for my consent and pleasure… I’m just not sure if some things that I don't like were done, such as... orgasm. I didn't remember nor had courage to ask this to Wanderer, but... did he... cum inside?”

“Well, my memories of that night aren’t the best ones too, but I do remember that he did not. If I were you, I'd rather confirm it with him tho, since he was the most conscious person out of us.” Kazuha argued.

“Don’t worry, I think I would be able to remember if he did.” You reassured.

"Oh really?" He asked, showing some interest. "Yes, it is very stimulating and could get me pregnant or a STD." You answered.

“Well, Wanderer is a puppet so I wouldn't consider his sperm a concern, but, I guess step one is done. My second and final step is simply to apologize. I shouldn’t have allowed my drunk-self to have intimacy with someone, especially a drunk one too. Me and Wanderer both took advantage of it and that was wrong and stupid. I truly hope that you can forgive me, Y/N, I truly enjoyed getting to know you that night and would love to get to know more about you. You're pretty, funny, kind... and a very good listener, I'd not fail like this again if you gave me a chance.” Kazuha confessed, laying a hand in his heart as he spoke his sincerity. "I... thank you, Kazuha... it was very nice meeting you too... Of course I forgive you!" You laughed in comfort of his words.

“Well then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I joined you this afternoon, would you? I would love to spend my afternoon walking and talking with you.” He asked, his flirty smirk growing back.

“Not at all.” You said, smirking back at him.

.

It was definitely a good decision spending the rest of that day with Kaedehara Kazuha. He followed your steps all the time, telling you his stories, listening to your stories and getting you things from tents from either buying them or playing a game for them, just because he wanted to compensate his mistakes.

And, well, you were definitely really happy to have been spoiled by a handsome boy all day, especially one that you knew was interested in getting physical with you.

You've noticed ever since your first steps how Kazuha's gaze would linger in yours for too long, even when you weren't staring back. Sometimes you would feel his eyes roaming around your body when you were distracted, specifically in areas such as your chest and hips.

So, you'd definitely deliver what he wanted after being such a gentleman to you all day... Anemo users are your type anyway...

“And that’s why I like poetry… it’s a beautiful way to express feeling. It was a sort of therapy for me too when I was struggling with my own emotions.” He finished the quick talk when he realized you two were already very close to your hotel room door.

“That’s definitely a very inspiring story, Kazuha… will you be here tomorrow?” You asked as you unlocked the door with your keys.

“Unfortunately, today is my last night here. I could only afford 3 nights with my money.” He answered truthfully, but you still were disappointed.

“Really?! Would you like to stay one more night? I could afford you one, or even two…” You offered, turning to him again.

“I am a gentleman, Y/N, I could never take the money of a lady like that." He said as he shook his head in denial.

“Oh, come on! The festival is just beginning and you spent so much money in me! I really do not care paying for an extra night, Kazuha! It would be a way for me to compensate your efforts!” You approached him, trying to convince him.

“Don’t worry, today was a very good last day for me. I am satisfied.”

“Oh, please… there must be something I can do to thank you…” You suggested while gently grabbing his hands, which made both your smirks grow wider as you stared at each other’s eyes hungrily.

.

“I knew it… you pervert… you weren’t just smirking out of a personality trait…” You mocked him, getting your head off the pillow for a moment just to do that.

But he didn’t say anything back to you and only kept staring at your arched back as he made love to you non-stop. Yes, you two immediately started making out as soon as you said those provoking words. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t spend all that money and time with you just to“buy” his way inside you, but getting to know this side of you so quick was addicting to him. And, if he truly just wanted sex, he would not be fucking you so damn nice. He made sure every single thrust of his got out a moan out of your mouth, he held your hips so gently and carefully to make his thrusts more precise in your G-spot and the whole experience even more amusing to you, and most importantly, he wouldn’t stop teasing you with his poetic words towards you and your body.

“Yet, you still decided to play this game with me… wouldn’t that make you a pervert too?” He teased, leaning closer to your face just to whisper that in your ear and hold your chin up to the wall in front of you.

You felt his remaining hand in your right hip perfectly move from your hip to your right breast, making its way very arousing for your whole body.

“Gosh… Wanderer was right… this is heaven.” He flirted, massaging your breast in a way that made your whole body barely crumble in pleasure. “And you keep only getting tighter…” He moaned in your ear along with many arfs as he felt your insides clench around his dick due to his praising words.

“Archons, Kazuha! You’re gonna kill me like this!” You screamed in pleasure as you arched your back even further to receive more of his thrusts inside you.

“Is this too stimulating for you..?” He asked, still with a pervert smirk in his face.

“Yes… but, don’t stop!” You begged, which made Kazuha slightly giggle.

“Fret not, milady…” He flirted, beginning to kiss your neck as he accelerated his thrusts and begun to tease your nipples with two of his fingers, his hand still keeping your chin up as he brought you to oblivion.

.

“I hope to see you soon, Y/N, but I really cannot miss this trip.” Kazuha said as he turned around to mire you.

“It’s ok, no need worry about me anymore.” You joked, crossing your arms as you watched him prepare himself to get in the boat.

“Thank you for yesterday once again.” He flirted, slightly embarrassed and even a little sad.

“You’re welcome.” You replied with the same tone.

“Can I officially call you a dear acquaintance now?”

“Of course.”

“Perfect… I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said before turning away and beginning to walk.

Before he got inside the actual boat, he took a look back at you, walking away completely unbothered by his parting. He wished he had the courage to take the offer you proposed to him yesterday or that he managed to make you like him more. He could only see sexual amusement in your eyes when you stared at him and that pained him. He knows that that is just what happens when you have a relationship mostly about sex, but he regrets not making it more than that yet. He definitely wants way more than that but you don’t seem to want it too, which makes him slightly insecure about himself. He wants you to see him like he sees you, but that’s something he unfortunately cannot control. There’s also Wanderer, who he believes might be distracting you from him, and that annoys him too, especially because it is also out of his control. Maybe he needs to be more romantic and friendly next time he meets you, or maybe you just want to have this relationship with him. He’s worried, but still has high hopes for your next meeting and many things to do in Inazuma.

“I’ll be better next time, Y/N, I promise.” He whispered to himself.

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[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 21b - Stranger Amongst Wolves

Nyx

Baril was taken aback by the transformation underway in his kitchen. Despite having spent the entire morning cleaning and organizing it, the space was still a far cry from being fully restored. He and I conversed at length and although he continued to be assertive, he appeared to have dropped the surly demeanor he had displayed when we first met the day before.

As we talked, I learned that he had a family, a kind wife and two children residing in a town somewhere. He mentioned that he sent them money on occasion but hadn't seen them in over two years. Although I was shocked, I couldn't help but feel that he missed them and genuinely cared for them, even though he had chosen a pirate's life over being with them. I didn't feel it was my place to pry into his motivations.

As we spoke further, it seemed that his opinion of me had improved somewhat. I encouraged him to request that Agenor provide him with new, clean pots and cauldrons to work with. Initially, he scoffed at my suggestion but eventually I convinced him that he deserved a well-equipped kitchen and that it was the captain's duty to ensure that his crew had all the necessary tools. After he left to discuss the matter with Agenor, I began to regret my interference.

Perhaps I had overstepped my boundaries and I braced myself for a potential backlash. Fortunately, Baril returned with news that his request had been granted and that the captain had agreed to further discuss the matter once we reached land. I breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that I needed to be more thoughtful and mindful of the consequences of my words. I thought I had learned my lesson but I proved myself wrong quite fast. After dinner, I began clearing the plates when a muscular man blocked my path with a wooden bat.

"Hey, new girl, go fetch me some rum," he sneered.

Despite spending the whole day doing menial tasks, I refused to be treated like a servant by this lowlife. I glared at him, conveying what I couldn't say aloud.

"Let me pass," I demanded after a moment in a clear, strong tone.

The man grew angry and pushed the bat into my chest, not hard enough to make me fall but enough to cause pain and show that he was willing to resort to violence.

"The new girl needs to learn some respect," he taunted.

I clenched my fist, ready to punch him for calling me a girl but the fear of being punished by Agenor as the mere human who had attacked his friend stopped me. Instead, I continued to glare at him, which seemed to provoke him further. He raised his bat to strike me and I stepped back but he grabbed my arm. I struggled to break free, knowing that I was about to be hit hard. But someone intervened just in time to stop him. For a moment, I thought it was Ace but it turned out to be someone I didn't recognize, clearly a friend of the harasser.

"Hey, let's not fight," the friend interjected, trying to diffuse the tension.

"The little girl needs to learn his place among us and I'm about to show him how."

And he went for a swing but paused as his friend grabbed his arm.

"Don't," he whispered.

"He's wearing the Captain's collar, mate."

The large pirate looked at his friend and then to me. He cursed and pushed me away before storming off. Now I felt humiliated and angry. I was being called names and saved because of the collar. Was I supposed to be grateful for this damn collar? I went to the water room, filled a small bucket and washed my face to calm down. As I was splashing water on my face, I noticed a guy with colorful teeth grinning at me on top of a large barrel. He stood up and taunted me sarcastically.

"Feeling scared, little mouse? Scared of us evil pirates?" I stepped back but others gathered around me laughed as he crouched, pulled out a knife and waved it in front of my face, causing me to tense up.

Did he just call me... doll? I quickly scanned the group of men surrounding me and noticed that each of them had weapons of various sizes strapped to their belts. As I snuck a glance at one man's knife, he noticed and instinctively placed his hand on it, as if preparing to use it. I couldn't understand what they wanted from me but they seemed like the kind of people who enjoyed bullying those they deemed weaker.

"What's wrong, doll? Did the knife shiver thee timbers?" the man with the knife sneered.

I slightly arched an eyebrow for I didn't get what he said. The only thing I was certain of was that this despicable man called me... doll again. He began to juggle the knife between his hands, causing my fear to rise as I expected him to attack me at any second. If I was going to die today by the filthy hands of a pirate, though, I will not go down without a fight and I will keep my head high until the end. So, I straightened my back and faced them head-on.

"Indeed, sir," I spoke up, forcing a small smile.

"This is my first time working on a pirate ship and I have to admit, seeing so many weapons makes me feel quite uncomfortable."

Surrounded by complete silence, I braced myself for an attack. But to my surprise, the group burst into laughter.

"Hear that. He called you sir," said a man behind me, the arrogance in his voice palpable.

Meanwhile, the man crouching on the barrel decided to jump, making my stomach churn. I stepped back but he strutted forward with a menacing smile.

"So you say I frighten, huh?"

I retreated further, nearly bumping into the guy behind me. His proximity made me feel nauseous.

"Don't be scared, doll. We're actually nice pirates" he declared, flashing his teeth in an evil grin.

I wanted to escape his repugnant odor and get away from his blade.

"I have work to finish," I muttered, trying to move past him.

But he blocked my way and danced his knife before my eyes.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he taunted.

"Am I somehow bothering you, doll?"

It was suffocating. Literally. I couldn't hold back any longer. I covered my nose and blurted out...

"I'm sorry, sir but you... you smell awfully bad."

"What?" he sniffed himself and I seized the opportunity to sidestep him and breathe.

"I don't have a bad smell," he protested, seeking validation from his comrades.

"I'm not fresh but I smell okay, right?"

The others exchanged looks and one of them decided to break the truth.

"Sorry, mate but you stink like fucking hell."

"Aye," said another.

"You do, mate."

"They don't call you... armpits for nothing, mate," added a third.

I was relieved when the other pirates agreed and the focus was no longer on me. The scary pirate didn't seem so scary anymore. He was just a smelly, skinny guy holding a small knife. I didn't want to be rude but his smell was overpowering and he kept getting closer. And his nickname.. Armpits, was disgusting. I couldn't believe he had been living with that smell for so long that he didn't even notice it anymore.

"Sir, I think it's your shirt. You need to change," I said, taking a step back to join the circle of pirates that had surrounded me a moment ago.

Since I couldn't get away, I should at least avoid being the center of attention if I wanted to leave this room unharmed.

"This is my favorite shirt," he protested.

"Mate, it's your only shirt," one of the other pirates chimed in.

"The boy's right. That shirt is dead, mate. You're walking around wearing a fucking corpse," another pirate added.

They all laughed again and I couldn't tell if they were being evil or vulgar. Their crude laughter was as unsettling as their threats. I tried to sneak out of the circle of lunatics by pushing my right foot back. Suddenly, I felt two heavy hands grab and weigh on my shoulders from behind. I almost had a heart attack but when I turned around, I saw a large man with untidy short black hair and quite a round belly. He wasn't much taller than me but he smiled and squeezed my shoulders.

"I like you, boy. I'm Jerry Mockren but my mates call me Jay. What do you want to call me, boy?" he asked.

I wasn't entirely sure but it seemed like he was asking if I wanted to be his mate.

"I'll call you Jay if that's alright," I said.

Honestly, I wasn't a fan of the name Jerry, it reminded me of Terry. I turned around and shook off his grip, hoping to loosen my tense shoulders.

"Please call me Nyx."

[bippot]

Mini Me

Story Summary -> Of course Bob has a family. It was obvious. Phoenix knew that that and did everything in her power to ensure he got back to them. So, she had to meet his wife and son.

A trip to the Hard Deck gives his son a new fascination and his wife a chance to reconnect with an old college...friend? Boyfriend? Whatever, it doesn't annoy Bob at all.

Tags -> Family Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Parenthood, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Hint of Jealousy, Spanking

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Phoenix knew Bob had a family. He hadn't said anything but she knew. His lockscreen was of a pretty girl with a little blond boy who had to be around six months old in her arms, the pair smiling at the cameraman in the way her mother and her would look at her father.

And up in the sky, he kept two photos in his station. That same pretty girl in a white dress resting her head on the suited shoulder of a very dapper looking Bob. Next to that was a sonogram.

It was clear. Clear as day. He didn't need to say anything.

Part of Nat wanted to somehow convince her backseater to go home, to not put his life on the line and ensure that he lived to see his son grow up. Especially after the bird strike. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders and yell, "Go back to your wife, you fucking idiot."

But she couldn't do that. One, that's overstepping boundaries. And two, it was Bob's choice. He could've walked away when he heard how dangerous it was. He didn't. Bob knew the risks so this must've been his decision.

Therefore, Lieutenant Trace made it her personal mission to get Lieutenant Floyd back to his family. And she did. After Nat sets her mind to something, she uses all of her focus on getting it done.

Once all was said and done, Bob found himself alive and dancing stupidly as Maverick and Rooster landed safely. In all the cheering and revelry, Bob pulled his friend into a huge bear hug, which was something she never expected, and thanked her profusely for taking such good care of him. Then they both just stood there like fools and laughed like loons until everyone eventually calmed down.

"Nat, uh, are you going to the Hard Deck later?" Bob asked as they waited to dock, nudging his shoulder into hers.

"Probably. Are you?"

"No. The second we get to land, I'm running - and I mean running - to see my wife. And Finley, my son." He got his phone out of his pocket and handed it to her so she could have a proper look at his lockscreen. "I understand if you'd rather spend tonight with everyone else, but do you want to meet them?"

Weirdly, outright admitting that he family was like a weight being lifted off his chest. It's not as if it was a secret in any way. He didn't try to hide the fact. Honestly, he doubted that his colleagues would care one way or another.

But now? After everything they'd been through together, he knew Phoenix cared. She wouldn't show it on the surface, but he could read between the lines. They were more than coworkers. They were friends now, and friends that ensured the other's survival. And while it was unlikely either of them ever talked about their feelings, they understood. They were there for each other, no matter what.

"You know I'm going to hit on your wife, right? She's hot," Nat teased him, laughing when he pretended to punch her.

Her voice got softer as she focused on little Finley. "He looks like you. Has the same eyes, same hair..." she murmured.

She saw Bob watching her, too, with a softness in his eyes. A longing to be back with them. To be holding his family again.

A tiny pair of hard plastic specs were placed on the boy's nose in the photo, causing Nat to tease, "Same eyesight, clearly."

"Finn sure looks like me, but he's chatty like Y/N, not that he can speak yet. He tries, and he tries an awful lot."

A chuckle escaped Bob's lips as he thought about the happy sounds of his son's babbling.

"And be warned, he will attempt to bite your nose. We don't know why. Every new person he meets, one second he's sitting quietly, the next, he's up on his feet and trying to take a nibble at their snout."

"Weird," Nat hummed in amusement.

Just as Bob said, as soon as they docked and could see their families, he drove them to the apartment his family stayed in whilst he was in Fightertown. The second the front door was open, a very distinct batch of high pitched giggles and the clumsy pitter patter of two tiny feet coming towards the aviators could be heard.

Finley, armed with a tiny fistful of 'Welcome Home' balloons, bounced towards his father and launched himself at Bob's legs. Bob dropped his backpack and scooped the baby up and gave a big squeeze.

"Hey, big guy!" he greeted cheerfully, kissing the top of Finley's head. The small boy looked up at him through his glasses and bumped his nose against his father's. "These balloons for me? Or are they for Phoenix?"

"So this is Phoenix?" Y/N chirped as she leant against the kitchen doorframe, looking down into the foyer with a huge smile. She pushed off to join them and immediately offered Phoenix a hug, which was accepted without hesitation. "Lovely to meet you. I've heard so much about everything you do, he tells me over dinner how you keep him in check."

Sincerely, as sincerely as she could make it, Y/N took Nat's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Thank you for taking care of my Bo."

Natasha smiled fondly before nudging Bob and jeering, "Bo, huh?"

"Shut it."

"You wouldn't believe my surprise when I found out that this dork has a supermodel for a wife," Nat flirted with a knowing smirk. Bob chuckled and shook his head in disbelief as Y/N waved off the compliment with a loud snort, but there was no denying how her cheeks grew a little pinker.

"Do you two want me to give you some space? I'll just step into the other room so I don't have to get cucked right in front of my and my son's eyes," Bob joked as he looked between the pair, swaying his son in his arms in long soothing motions. He beamed at his wife and asked, "Am I going to get some lovin' or what?"

Dropping Nat's hand after a quick pat on her knuckle, Y/N stood on her tiptoes to give Bob a chaste kiss on his lips. "You're gonna get plenty of lovin'," she promised, grinning cheekily and mimicking his accent.

Every time his parents kissed, Finley felt the need to get in there and surged his head forward. And, like usual, he fully headbutted the pair. It had happened so many times, yet the couple were never ready for it and both let out groans of pain and annoyance as he made contact, only to laugh afterwards.

"Oh, I missed ya too, munchkin," Bob cooed before gently putting Finley back on the floor. The tyke quickly ran into the living room, his father's balloons still in his hand, and began climbing onto the couch where his toys were eagerly waiting for him.

"That happens way too often," Y/N told Nat, smiling as she placed a kiss on the point of injury on Bob's nose. "How do you take your coffee, Phoenix?"

There was an ease of domesticity to their interactions which Phoenix found utterly captivating and adorable. She wasn't used to it. She wasn't used to casual affection, intimacy, even. Not from anyone, really. Her upbringing had been rather strict with its rigid social expectations as a lot of military families happen to be. Her parents never did anything casually and it felt odd to feel so relaxed in a home she'd never stepped foot in before.

"Black. One sugar."

As Y/N disappeared into the kitchen, Natasha looked around the apartment, her gaze stopping on one of the many frames lining the walls. A prom picture of very young and nervous looking Bob had his cheeks being teasingly pinched by Y/N, his face scrunched up as she laughed at him, was the first she really noticed.

Next to that an image of the pair when they were even younger, six, maybe seven. A wide grin stretched across tiny Bob's face as he posed in a fighting stance, clad in his Halloween costume, which was the blue power ranger - next to an equally fierce Y/N as she posed as the pink ranger next to him.

"Childhood sweethearts, huh?"

Bob nodded as he watched his son playing with his toys in the corner of his eye. "Yeah, I've been in love with Y/N since I knew what love was, probably even before that," he confessed with a chuckle. His smile grew even softer as he added, "Took a while for me to tell her, and I mean a while. Two and a half decades, actually."

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. "Two whole decades?!" she repeated in disbelief.

"I'm a nervous guy, okay?"

The aviators had a laugh at his expense, but had to cut it short as Bob quickly had to walk over to Finley to get him to stop trying to eat the corner of the coffee table. "What are you doing, you little freak?" Bob jeered at his boy, swooping him up in his arm and tickling him in retaliation until he let out a squeal of laughter. "Ahh, you're lucky I love you, little freak."

Finley reached his little hands out for his dad, trying to grab the fabric of his shirt as he wriggled desperately against Bob's grasp to escape the tickle attack. He was completely oblivious to Nat's amused expression as she observed the scene unfolding before her.

"I think he was born to be a dad," Y/N said as she appeared beside Nat with two cups of Joe in hand. She handed one to Natasha with a fond smile on her face, beaming as Bob began blowing raspberries on Finn's stomach. The little boy was practically hysterical as he kicked his legs frantically.

Y/N couldn't help but giggle as she watched Bob, and then turned to look at Nat, who was shaking her head in silent laughter at the scene. "Yeah, he seems to be pretty good at the whole thing," Nat agreed softly. She held the hot mug between her hands and brought the rim to her mouth to take a sip, sighing appreciatively as she felt warmth spread through her body.

After the day both Nat and Bob had, they needed any sort of comfort.

"Go, sit, sit," Y/N encouraged with a gesture of her hand and moved to place her coffee down on the coffee table. Then, almost like magic, she reached into her back pockets to retrieve two juice boxes, cooing as she held them both out to Bob, "One for Finley. And the other for dada."

Father and son looked identical as they slurped on their juice, side by side, and Phoenix almost thought Bob had been dolly the sheeped. It was spooky how similar the two looked, but it was definitely more on the cute side of things.

It was like Y/N knew that talking about the mission and everything it entailed would be distressing. The aviators needed some time to cool off before they had to deal with the fact that, yes, they could've died today. Watching a cute little baby was the best way to do that, it seemed.

Once he was finished with his juice, Finley finally noticed that Nat was there. He dramatically showed that he'd finished his drink to his mother and, in the process of looking at the other sofa, saw that there was another person there. A new person. A person he'd never seen before. A stranger.

Someone who was watching them with a warm smile. A friend, obviously. A gasp escaped Finley's lips as he put down his empty juice box on Bob's lap and scrambled down to the carpet so he could run at Phoenix, his excited squeals filling the room as he threw himself at her knees.

"You're definitely not as shy as your papa," she joked, lifting the boy so he could sit on the sofa next to her. He didn't stay seated for long and jumped up to stand on her thighs and rest his chin on her shoulders, gazing at the new girl with big curious eyes.

"Nose bite in 3...2...1," Y/N counted, and as both parents expected, Nat was promptly nipped on the tip of her nose by an eager child, giggling happily. Nat laughed as she rubbed the area.

"You little menace!" she whined playfully, giving Finn a playful tickle behind his neck and earning a delighted shriek, making him roll on the cushions as he laughed loudly.

Watching his new best friend interact with his son, Bob let out a happy sigh and placed his head against Y/N's shoulder. She gave him a loving peck on the temple and let her cheek fall to his hair. They sat quietly for a moment or two, enjoying the quiet atmosphere, each lost in their own thoughts.

Then, Natasha's phone made a noise. A ringtone that made it very clear who was calling her. The distinct sound of cockerel blared from her cell.

"Rooster?" Bob asked, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Yeah, mind if I take this?"

"Go for it."

Getting up and away from the boy seemed to be a task, but when Y/N cooed, "Finn...Finn, baby, what's mama got here? Is it chocolate?" Nat was free since, all of the sudden, the boy shot out of his seat and immediately rushed towards her. She lifted him onto her lap and reached for the mostly eaten packet of chocolate buttons they kept on the coffee table for moments like this, moments they needed something to bribe with.

"Does daddy get any?" Bob pouted in a fake pout, leaning forward slightly and resting his elbows on his thighs as he looked between his wife and son. Finn just grinned at him as he stuck his hand into the packet, offering one button to his father and intending to eat the rest for himself.

Bob took the treat and popped it into his mouth without hesitation as Y/N shook her head with a light blush. Finley looked up at her curiously, as if he was asking if she wanted a button too.

"Can mommy have a button?"

A chocolate button was soon being squished at her mouth, much to Finn's delight, as Y/N chuckled softly and accepted the offer. "Good boy, you're so good at sharing," she praised before she pressed a quick kiss to Finn's forehead and passed the packet back over to Finley who immediately started stuffing his face with the remaining sweets.

All too soon, the chocolate had run out and Finley was not happy about that at all. Y/N could tell just by his face that he was seconds away from crying, so she gently lifted him so he was resting his head against her shoulder and swayed them slowly together in a soothing rhythm.

Nothing in the world beat the sight of his family to Bob.

Before the baby came along, the couple would usually be already in bed and up to less innocent things. It always went that way. Bob would get home and immediately throw Y/N over his shoulder and carry her upstairs. Now that would have to wait until their son was firmly asleep.

Yet, Bob was completely fine with that. He'd hold out for a few hours if that ensured he got to see Finley's happy little smile.

"Rooster heard the words 'baby Bob' and demanded that I try to convince you guys to come with me to the Hard Deck," Phoenix explained as she returned, slipping her phone into her back pocket as she moved to sit back down.

Y/N glanced over at her husband as if to say 'up to you' and Bob nodded with a hearty, "Why not? Rooster gets whiny when he doesn't get his way."

"You should've seen him the other day when Maverick beat him at darts again," Natasha told him as she sipped from her coffee cup and glanced around. "He played a Wham! medley on the piano because he knows Pete is not their biggest fan."

And that was one of Brad's tamer days.

"Wanna go see Rooster, bud?"

Even though he had no idea what the hell a Rooster was, Finn nodded at his father.

After gathering a quick necessities bag and Bob ensuring that the car seat was in fact placed properly - which was something he did every car ride and found the same result every time - the squad was making their way to the bar. Nat had to be relegated to the backseats, a rare thing when it came to her and Bob, and she couldn't help but feel awkward when the child locks ensured that Y/N had to open her door for her.

Bradley was eagerly waiting for their arrival. He was good with children and he knew it. So was it any surprise that the moment Finley saw the Hawaiian shirt clad pilot, he was thoroughly starstruck? No, it wasn't.

"Who is this little dude?" Rooster chirped from his seat at the piano bench, waving his hand towards Finley as the kid approached him with his arms opened wide to give a tight hug. Once Rooster received him, he swooped Finn up into his arms. "Hi baby Bob."

Finley smiled brightly, babbling away with a smile as he clung onto Rooster's shirt, his small fists holding onto it tightly. The three other adults were waiting for the inevitable nose bite, but it never came. No, the young blond just stared up at Rooster with sparkling blue eyes, staring at him like he was a superhero.

"Finn, this is Rooster, you know like the -" Bob was interrupted.

"Wroo."

Honestly if it hadn't been so cute, Bob and Y/N would've been jealous. There had been no Mama. No Dada. But there had been a Roo. Finley's first word honour had been given to Bradley, a man he'd just met over his parents. Children are so ungrateful sometimes.

Rooster cheered and playfully waved Finn's arms about in celebration, while Finley giggled excitedly. "That's it kid, I'm Roo. Can you say it again?"

"Wroo!" the little boy cheered, causing a laugh to escape from the others.

"Well, he's clearly found his favourite person," Y/N joked, teasingly elbowing Bob in the ribs. He pretended to be hurt at first, but he couldn't stop smiling and brought his wife into his arms, giving her a kiss on the temple as they observed as Bradley placed the boy on his lap and his hands over Finn's so he could guide him to play the piano.

Just like that, every woman in the surrounding area let out a collective "Aw" as the pair started playing a soft tune.

"Bradley is definitely getting laid tonight," Nat teased as her eyes drifted from woman to woman, all of whom were drooling over the pilot who was clearly a big fan of kids.

And to rile her husband up, Y/N whispered in Bob's ear, "Robert is definitely getting laid tonight too," and felt as a sly hand made its way down to rest on her ass, giving her a small slap as he tried to keep his face as neutral as he possibly could.

One song turned into two, three. Finn just kept wanting more and more, so Y/N offered, "Want a beer, I'll drive home?" as she knew they could be there for a while.

"You sure, darlin?"

"Have fun, baby. You deserve it." Bob kissed her on the lips tenderly. "What does Phoenix and Rooster drink?"

With everyone's orders, she made her way to the bar and ordered, but she never would've guessed to see someone she recognised there. Y/N happened to glance over her shoulder as she waited for the drinks and saw one of her college buddies.

Buddies? Were they buddies? Is that what they were? Y/N honestly had no idea what they were. Fuck buddies who hung out a lot and did more than sex but refused to say that they were anything more than that.

"Hey Seresin!"

Jake had to do a double take. One second he was about to pocket a ball and the next he was being called at by Y/N L/N, someone he hadn't seen in years. "Well, well, well, Y/N, how are you still so fine after all these years?" he greeted with his signature grin, placing the bottle of been nursing down on the bar so he could give her a hug.

"Ah, still a charmer I see."

"No amount of time can stop me from being me, and you! And you, you're lucky to be the object of my affection. Come on, it will be old times!"

Clearly, he was still the same Jake. Y/N brushed him off with a laugh and changed the subject, "I'm guessing you're a pilot now. How was the big, very secret mission?"

Penny arrived with Y/N's drinks and was thanked before Y/N gestured to what Jake was drinking, "Want another?" and placed another bottle in front of him. As Y/N went to pay, Jake caught a glimpse at her left hand. Shit. She was married? Oh well, his celebration plans went out the window.

"How'd you know about the mission?" He glanced at her curiously, bringing his bottle to his lip and took a swig.

"My husband."

"What?"

"Yeah, my husband flew. Actually, he didn't do the flying bit. Phoenix did."

Weird. Cause Phoenix flew with Bob. And... and... and that would make Bob... the penny dropped for Hangman and he had a million questions.

"Baby on board? Baby on board is married to you? That's - that's so fucking weird. I've fucked someone Bob has?!? And he married you? And you married him?"

Snorting, Y/N added, "And we have a kid."

"And you have a KID?"

"Uh huh."

"When did that happen?"

"Finn will be a year old in a month."

Like he'd been summoned, Bob came to see what the commotion was all about. He'd seen Hangman come up to his wife and expected her to send him packing within two seconds, but they seemed to know each other.

"Everything alright?" Bob asked, glancing between his wife and Hangman, who was looking absolutely flabbergasted.

"You didn't tell me you knew Jake Seresin, Bo," Y/N replied as she gave Bob a light slap on the arm.

"Bo? Bo! He's Bo? Robert Floyd is Bo your best friend from back home? Wait! This is your husband?" Pieces of information that she told him so long ago clicked into place. This was Bo, the boy who had her heart.

"Yeah," Y/N grinned.

The look on Hangman's face was pure disbelief. "What is going on? You and him?!?"

Bob glanced over at Y/N in confusion, not understanding what was happening here. "Bagman, the fact you can't believe Y/N would ever go for me is kinda insulting, really."

Jake scoffed as he shook his head in amusement, leaning against the counter to prop himself up. "It's a small world, Bobby." A mischievous grin appeared as he inquired, "How's it feel knowing we have dated the same girl? You should feel honoured."

Horror flashed across Bob's face. He shifted his gaze to his wife, who just shrugged. "College," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

"College," Jake confirmed.

Now it was Bob's turn to ask, "You and him?!? Baby, I thought your standards were higher than that." He waved his hands in the general direction of Jake.

Y/N had to hold her laugh back. It was rare that Bob ever got jealous, but the fact that he was annoyed because he didn't think Jake was good enough for her was amusing.

"What? He was an older and more experienced handsome guy that, for some reason, took an interest in me, is that a crime?" she retorted, the humour evident in her voice.

"Yes!" he exclaimed.

"Now I'm feeling insulted," Jake added, pouting slightly as he rested his chin on top of his hands.

Chuckling, Y/N handed Bob some bottles from the counter and encouraged, "Come on, Phoenix is probably waiting on her drink," pushing him in the direction of the piano, only to look over her shoulder and offer, "Hey, wanna meet our son, Seresin?"

Hangman happily agreed, an attempt at being nonchalant attempting to pass his lips only to be replaced by an enthusiastic "Hell yeah."

Though it was tough to get Finley to notice anyone but Rooster, he did eventually meet Jake and was promptly lifted onto his shoulders to show off. "There we go, give me a lay of the land. See any babes that your uncle Jakey would be into?" Hangman cooed as he gently pushed Finley's chubby fingers away from his face and took them into his hands so he could hold onto them to move them rhythmically.

Wrapping her arms around Bob's neck, Y/N laughed at how he still had a slight pout, teasing, "Bo, my love, you're so cute when you're grumpy," and kissed his cheek, which prompted her husband to wrap his arm around her waist and hold her closer to him.

"Baby, I'm still caught up about the fact that you didn't tell me about you and Hangman," he whined.

"I did."

"No, you didn't. I think I would've remembered that, darlin'."

Smiling, she looked at the man she loved so much and rolled her eyes. "I've told you about Jake from college so many times," she explained and let her fingers tenderly brush through the hair at the nape of his neck.

She had. But hadn't put together that Jake from college was fucking Jake Seresin until that very moment.

"Hangman was the one who walked you to class every day?"

"Yeah, until he dropped out halfway through his last year because his mother was sick and he needed to take care of her." Y/N chuckled softly. "I don't know what he's done to make you think otherwise, but the Jake I knew, he was sweet and kind underneath all that frat boy shit."

Bob observed Jake and how he interacted with Finn. The little boy was tugging on Hangman's hair like Remmy with Linguini, each time he pulled the left strand, Jake would veer to the left and vice versa. It was rather cute to watch, and it made Bob realise that, as much as he hated to admit it, maybe Hangman wasn't so bad.

"Why'd you always have to be right?" Bob sighed, but let a small smile take over his face as he peppered her cheek with kisses, each longer than the last, until he finally pulled back and said, "Don't use that against me next time I'm all pouty."

Y/N hummed as she leant in close to him and gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Oh yeah? But I am always right," she murmured playfully, pulling back slowly until he was met with her stare.

"Course you are, honey," he whispered, running his finger along her chin and making sure their faces weren't too far apart, before leaning forward and capturing her lips once again in a kiss that was a little too passionate to happen in public.

They both pulled away when they heard Finn start babbling for attention. "What'd he say?" Hangman grinned.

"Wroo!" Finney shrieked excitedly, pointing at Rooster, who was in the process of talking to a beautiful lady but turned as soon as he was called and politely excused himself to take the boy from Jake's arms.

"That's going to become a problem," Bob joked, but there was truth to his words.

Just like his pa, Finley had a habit of fixating on things. Lego. Paw Patrol. Chocolate buttons. And now, Bradley Bradshaw.

Eventually, it became clear that his evening of meeting so many people began to tire Finley out as his eyes started to droop and his head dropped to rest against Rooster's chest. "I think you better get my BFF to bed," Brad whispered to Bob, earning a nod of agreement from him.

"Okay, bud, you tired?" Bob asked as he hoisted Finley up onto his hip. Finley nodded sleepily, holding onto Brad's shirt tightly. "Roo is going to stay here. Gonna have to say bye bye now. Say bye bye."

Sleepy babbles came out of his mouth with another muttered "Roo" as he very quickly fell asleep against his father's chest, snoring softly, and his tiny fists letting go of Rooster.

Then, after saying goodbye to everyone, the Floyd's were on their way home. The entire drive home, Bob found himself sliding his hand up and down Y/N's thigh as she drove. "Watch how high that hand is travelling, Bo. Our kid doesn't want to wake up to any funny business," she jeered, giving his hand a little squeeze and smiling when she saw his expression change to mock offence.

"I wouldn't dream of doing anything that wasn't PG, Y/N. I'm a sweet, innocent boy who's never done nothing wrong in my entire life. Besides," he leaned in close and whispered suggestively, "I want you all to myself, babe. No interruptions. I want all of your attention," before pulling back and flashing her a flirtatious smile as he sat back in his seat.

And Y/N couldn't help it, she burst into bashful laughter. It bubbled forth and flowed from her throat. There was no point trying to keep it hidden; she simply couldn't resist the urge to give into anything he wanted. After all, what was the harm in giving into the desire to be held and cherished by him?

They'd spent so long pretending they were purely platonic, and that was out of the window now. Being married really put all those feelings out there.

As soon as they got home, Bob carried Finley inside to tuck him into bed. "Night bud," he smiled fondly, kissing the boy on the forehead and turning to leave before announcing, "Love you, baby Bob."

With their child dealt with, Bob found his wife in their bedroom. When he entered, he stopped dead in his tracks and simply stared at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but her lacy lingerie, a smile playing across her pretty red lips as she teased, "You gonna stand there gawking at me all night?"

He shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "No...no. Just...wow..."

"You like? I bought it for tonight."

"Like? Darlin, I love it! God, you're gorgeous," he breathed out and moved towards her, kneeling between her legs so he could kiss at her thighs and then work his way upwards.

She reached to touch his hair, stroking it gently before caressing his cheek as she replied, "I thought you might. That's why I did it," and giggled when Bob groaned against her skin, unable to stop himself from sucking a mark on her inner thigh.

Pushing the leg that he wasn't paying attention to further into the mattress, Bob's lips trailed closer and closer to where she desperately wanted them to go. "Fuck," Y/N breathed as she felt his tongue lick her through the thin material of her underwear, just enough pressure to elicit a moan from deep within her chest.

The sound alone made him stop and pull back, beaming brightly at her as he admired her features. "What do you want me to do? Ask and I'll do it," his hands trailed to her hips and he leant upwards to whisper, "But only if you ask nicely."

Y/N nudged her nose against his and murmured, "You can do whatever you want to me tonight, baby. Whatever," and kissed his lips deeply. His hands travelled to undo her bra, allowing him to cup her bare breasts whilst his tongue worked its way into her mouth, stroking the soft sensitive flesh gently before biting her bottom lip, and causing her to whimper into the kiss.

Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck as he pulled herself upwards so that their bodies were flush against each other's, the feeling of his warm skin brushing her own sending shivers racing down her spine. She ran her nails across his back, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt relax under her touch and he groaned lowly in response.

Rather abruptly, he sat up, yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor where it landed on the heap of her discarded clothes, and patted his lap. "You're in that kind of mood, huh?" she commented, giving him a sweet kiss as she bent over knees and prepared herself for the spank she knew was coming her way.

Obviously, they couldn't make that much noise but the smack to her ass wasn't exactly quiet. Bob gently caressed her reddening skin directly after it happened, smirking as he noticed the way her breathing grew shallower, the way her eyes fluttered closed and the way she bit her lip so she wasn't too loud.

"You ever let Jake bend you over his knee and spank you?" he asked, more jealousy than he would've liked in his tone, and she merely chuckled lightly before rolling her eyes.

"...Robert."

"Sorry, sorry. I just can't wrap my head around it, that's all."

He rubbed gentle circles on her lower back as he waited for her to respond and soon, she craned her head back to look at him. Her lips curved into a smirk as she watched him, amused by how serious he looked. To apologise, he leant down and softly kissed her shoulder.

Yet, it didn't take long before his hand was drifting back down her butt. His fingers hooked around her panties and pulled them off to the side so he could run along her folds teasingly and slowly dip his middle finger inside her entrance. He pumped it in and out slowly, enjoying the way that she squirmed and writhed beneath him.

Bob took his time to tease her and watch her face closely. As her lips parted and eyes widened, he curled his finger in deeper and faster and cooed, "That good, hmm?" She moaned and nodded, gripping onto the covers beside her as his name rolled past her lips. "Oh yeah, baby? You like that, darlin'? Does it feel good?"

His voice sounded thick with lust and need as his other hand brushed some hair that had fallen across her face, pushing it back behind her ear before it was trailing down to grasp her breast. She gasped sharply when he dipped another finger inside her, the sensation so intense, she could feel sparks running up and down the length of her body.

"Don't you dare come till I tell you to, babe," he commanded in an authoritative tone that he only tended to use when he was in the sky. And she couldn't deny how that voice would send her further towards the edge every time he used it.

At the exact moment her legs began to shake, he withdrew his fingers and rested them against her ass cheek. "You're so mean, Bo," she whined playfully, pouting as her eyelids fluttered shut and her head dropped down to the duvet

Then he edged her again and again and again. Tears collected in the corner of her eyes as she gripped the sheets tightly, feeling so incredibly sensitive and needy. "Stand for me," he instructed, and she obliged without hesitation although she was a little wobbly because of the pleasure he caused her. "Good girl."

Before he got up to manoeuvre her into position, he tugged her hips towards him to kiss her across stomach and all over her pregnancy stretch marks. Nowhere in Bob's brain did he understand why she was a bit self conscious of them. Not only did they look like little lighting bolts, but it was a reminder of their son and how he'd been that bun in her oven.

"Beautiful," he said, pressing light kisses over one stretch mark and grinning proudly when her cheeks flushed pink before moving to cover another one. "God, I hope Finley has your looks when he grows up."

Y/N snorted. It was already very clear who he'd grow up to look like. "I doubt that. Maybe we'll have to make another one for that hope to come true," she beamed, tracing her forefinger down his cheek and gazing lovingly at his handsome face that seemed to get brighter with every word she spoke. "Maybe we should try for a girl."

Another kid? Bob felt like it was Christmas again. "Yeah?" he grinned at her and got even more excited when she nodded. "Well, what are you waiting for? Bend over the side of the bed."

So, Y/N did as she was told and was rewarded with another spank as Bob stood behind her, his palm trailing up her thighs to rest on her waist as he removed the remainder of his clothes in a hurry, lined himself up with her entrance and gave himself a stroke before pushing inside of her.

"Ah, fuck," he groaned as Y/N's walls clenched around him, holding fast even though they'd barely started. "You can come as many times as you want to," he whispered breathlessly as he tried to calm himself down. "Let me just find my rhythm."

With how hard he'd riled her up, it didn't take long before she was gushing, her whole body writhing beneath him. Her cries rang out into the plush duvet as her legs trembled violently and she arched her back, but Bob didn't stop. He kept driving in and out of her, loving the muffled sounds she was making with each thrust.

"Good girl, you made such a big mess. Can you feel yourself dripping down your thighs?" Bob purred, leaning over to kiss the back of her shoulder as he continued to drive in and out of her while she shook beneath him.

Honestly, nobody had ever satisfied her like Bob had. He knew her and her body so deeply that it was easy for him to bring her complete bliss.

"It's a blessing really, all that slick on my cock makes it so easy - so, so easy - to fuck you right," he mumbled, nuzzling the side of her face and inhaling deeply, relishing in the feeling of having her wrapped around him completely. Y/N cried out in surprise as he pushed into her even deeper than he already had, the pressure overwhelming and making her lose all the brain cells she had once had.

And Bob knew that as soon as he asked, "Feel good, baby? Huh?" She answered with a whine that told him everything he needed. "Oh darlin, I've fucked you stupid already? That's got to be a record."

A low groan slipped past her lips as he stopped for a moment to shift her further onto the bed so that plant his knees on the duvet and pound into her with his front flush to her back. Every possible bit of his skin was touching hers as his body possessively held her down; his hands finding hers, holding them securely against the mattress as he continued to thrust into her.

"Sorry babe, I'll pay for some more," Bob grunted as he pulled back to rip her lace panties as they had begun to move around and it was annoying him to no end. Once they were gone and promptly thrown over his shoulder, Bob got back at it and teased, "Felt you clench, did that turn you on? It did, didn't it?"

She hummed in agreement, biting down on her lip so she wouldn't cry. The sound sent a spark through his veins, igniting the fire burning through his gut, causing him to become wild and impatient as he began to thrust hard, slamming into her harder and faster, losing control of his own body in pure primal hunger.

"Look at you," he cooed, smiling devilishly as he brought his hand to her neck and gently tilted her head to face him. She looked dazed and dumb, tears streaking down her face, her lips swollen and red from all the biting she'd done to them. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead and he loved watching her in such a state.

He wanted nothing else in the world than seeing her look exactly how she did right then; beautiful, vulnerable and desperate for him to continue making her feel this wonderful. "You're so beautiful," he uttered between quick panting breaths, stroking her jaw with his fingertips. "All mine. All for me."

The words sent her into a frenzy, her breathing becoming short and fast and frantic. Her body tightened around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her. His movements quickened and soon, he found himself coming undone within her body. Panting loudly as he let out a moan of satisfaction, he buried his face into the crook of her neck and slumped on top of her.

His chest heaved and sweat coated his toned body as he held onto her tight, kissing his way along her collarbone and neck as he jolted along with the beat of his heart until his breathing calmed.

"Holy fuck... Oh fuck…" Y/N whimpered softly, still shuddering slightly under him and he chuckled to himself at how utterly adorable she looked as she tried to get her brain back online and regain some semblance of sanity. "I wasn't too loud, was I?"

"There were no knocks on the door, so I assume not," he answered, kissing down her neck and taking delight in the small gasp she let slip when he nibbled lightly on her skin. Her eyes were glazing over and her cheeks were flushed but there was a hint of a smile playing on her lips which pleased him greatly. "Wanna go again?"

"Give me a minute."

But when Bob rolled his hips once more, she was, once again, like putty in his hand, her mouth opening as she gasped for air.

"What if I can't wait that long?" He laughed as her legs twitched involuntarily underneath him and he got right up to her ear to whisper, "I'm not going to stop until this perfect pussy is filled to the brim with my cum."

It was going to be a long and draining night, that was sure.

In the morning, Y/N stretched to find that Bob was already out of bed. She threw on some clothes and, on achy legs, went in search of her husband. It didn't take long to find him and when she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she found him cooking breakfast in his underwear while Finley sat on the counter, talking to a very sleepy looking Rooster on facetime.

"Hey Rooster," she called out, making her presence known by all three boys.

"Roo!" Finn pointed to the phone and squealed happily when she picked him up off the counter and gave him a hug.

"You do realise he's going to do this every morning?"

From the other line, Brad chuckled. "Yeah, we might have to schedule a time that's a little later if I'm going to be honest." Then he caught a glimpse at a purple bruise on the side of Y/N's neck. "Jesus Bob, you really went for it, huh?"

Bob craned his head around to see what the hell Bradley was talking about, and immediately turned pink at the sight. "Sorry babe," he apologised, although he didn't really feel all that sorry, and gave her a quick kiss before moving back to the sausages he was frying.

"It looks as if you got in a fight with an octopus, Y/N."

"Maybe I did."

Sure, Bob didn't mind sharing information about his family with his coworkers, his sex life on the other hand, that was certainly off-limits. He reached out and happily squidged Y/N's hip as if he was mentally saying "Don't tell him any more or there will be consequences."

Who knows, maybe she'd like those consequences.

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Amidst Field Trips and Books

Summary: Bob didn't expect much when he went to visit the library. Neither did you when you took your students there. Life is full of surprises. Aka the prequel to Tonight You Belong to Me aka how Bob meet his teacher!wife :)

You could learn a lot about a town by visiting their library. 

Its condition revealed how high (or low) the town valued literacy and the services the library offered. Who used the library also revealed a lot. Whether it was the well-to-do or those down-on-their luck. 

For Bob, it was a way to learn about the town he was stationed in, without feeling like he was overstepping boundaries or putting himself in the spotlight. He’d rather watch and observe. 

It was also familiar, something that you didn’t get a lot of when you were changing stations for different missions. There was always a children’s section, always a CD/DVD section no matter the year, an adult section, a front desk, and a cluster of computers. 

The familiarity was soothing. He could look at the children’s section and a flood of memories would come back. Memories of making a spot in the stacks and reading whatever books he could get his hands on. How one day, his eight-year-old self stumbled upon a book about aviation. 

All it took was one book and he was hooked, desperate to learn all he could about it. He still remembers the look of surprise when he came to the librarian ready to check out a stack of books that was taller than him, all about aviation, the military, and pilot fighting. 

It’s why the first place Bob went to visit after arriving at a new station (besides base and the grocery store) was the library. Sure, there was one on base that he could visit and he planned to. But he always stopped by the local library first. 

Which was where he found himself today, amongst the stacks. 

The sound of tires stopping from the nearby window caused him to look up. A small yellow school bus, with the name of the local school district plastered on it was pulling up. Bob recalled a sign in the front about how Tuesday’s were story-time, which Bob thought was a wonderful reprise from the summer heat. 

Bob didn’t think much of it and began heading towards the front desk to check out. He couldn’t help but smile upon hearing the sounds of young children giggling and shushing each other. 

And then in the midst of the small children (who couldn’t be older than five) who had gathered around the front door, he saw you. 

You were leading the group of children into the library, a few students holding onto your hands and the hem of your long skirt. 

Bob liked to think he didn’t get captivated easily. His job required him to focus and analyze every detail, to not take anything at face value. 

But with the way your eyes lit up and your nose scrunched up as you knelt down to be at eye level with your group of children? Along with how your eyes lit up with excitement as you reminded them to keep their voices at a level one?

How could he not be smitten?

Bob was mesmerized as he watched you lead the small group of children to the story time spot. He wasn’t quite sure when his legs stopped communicating with his brain, but the next thing he knew, he was standing at the edge of the children’s section. 

He should walk away. He shouldn’t be watching you, potentially interrupting you while you were working. And he definitely shouldn’t be pretending to read the book in his hand, looking over the pages to steal glances at you. 

You were sitting cross-legged on the carpet amongst your students (one of whom was in your lap). Bob couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you give a look to a student who was talking, a look that silenced the child quite quickly. 

It took Bob far too long to realize you were now staring at him. It took him even longer to realize he should look away. 

What didn’t take Bob long to realize was that you most definitely saw him nearly run into the bookshelf when he failed to quickly turn around and walk away.  

Great. Just great. 

That wasn't how he wanted his first interaction with you to go. Not that he had a plan. Bob considered himself a romantic, and liked to think (based on past feedback) that he was pretty good at the whole dating thing.

It was just getting to the 'dating thing' stage that he struggled with. 

He peered out from the stacks, hoping the crimson flush that had taken over his neck and face earlier had faded. 

"Who can show me with their fingers how many books we can pick today?" You were now standing at the front of the story pit. 

You smiled and nodded your head as your students held up three fingers. You began splitting up the group between you and the teacher assistant, taking the children into the stacks. 

He could step in to help. For some reason, folks were more accepting of a random man's help if he was wearing a uniform. Which Bob had some issues with, but that's another story. 

Instead, he settled for returning back to the adult section. You were working and he shouldn't bother you. Maybe, if luck was on his side, he would run into you when you were off duty. 

Maybe. 

Bob was so wrapped up in thinking of potential places you might visit, he almost didn't see the small child in the middle of the stack he was walking through. 

He recognized that child. The little boy had been sitting on your lap during story time. 

The little boy was also alone and looked very scared. 

Without giving it a second thought, Bob kneeled down so he was close to eye-level. 

"Hey bud! Do you know where your class is?" He asked gently. The child just shook their head, their bottom lip pulled into a trembling pout.

"Did you get lost?" The child nodded their head, looking down at the ground. Thanks to his many nieces and nephews, Bob knew the child was most likely nervous talking to a stranger. 

"I'm Mr. Floyd. We can go to the front desk and they'll find your teacher. Does that sound good?" For the first time, the boy looked up at Bob, taking him in. Bob offered a gentle smile in return. 

"Are you a soldier?" He asked, his eyes fixed on the various patches and ribbons that adorned Bob's uniform. 

Bob chuckled, "Kind of! I help my teammates fly jets. I make sure we do what we're supposed to do and don't get hurt!"

"Like the teacher helper?" For a kid who couldn't be older than four, it wasn't a bad analogy. In fact, it was pretty accurate (minus the whole weapons bit). 

Bob smiled, nodding his head, "Yeah! It's like being the teacher helper." 

"Ms. Y/N says I can be the teacher helper tomorrow 'cause I did really good sitting for storytime." 

Your name was as sweet as your demeanour. It was perfectly fitting and Bob already loved it. 

Bob's thoughts of you were interrupted by the sensation of the hem of his pants being tugged on. The young child (who introduced himself as 'Timmy with a T, not D') was looking at him, pointing to one of his many patches. 

"What do those mean?" 

Bob laughed, "Why don't we go to the front desk and I'll tell you while we wait for your teacher, okay?" 

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Timmy was a sweet kid who meant well. 

But he could get lost even if you put him in a box.

You should have been paying better attention to him. 

But there was that soldier who kept looking at you. Normally if you got distracted while working, it was due to the actions of a student. Not some guy. 

Well, he wasn't just some guy. He was absurdly handsome with his big, oceanic eyes, perfectly coiffed sunkissed hair and biceps that bulged when he held his book. 

Regardless, it was distracting and you ended up losing a kid over him. Luckily, a visitor found Timmy and brought him to the front desk and alerted one of the librarians. 

As the rest of your students sat on the floor, trying to read the books they had checked out, you walked towards the front desk. 

Your heart stopped upon seeing the sight in front of you. 

Oh, you were screwed. 

Sitting on the floor was Timmy and the absurdly handsome soldier from earlier. Timmy was asking a million questions as he pointed to the various patches that adorned the man's uniform. Not that it looked like he minded. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it, his eyes big and a sweet smile on his face as he explained their meanings. 

It was one of the sweetest sights you had ever seen. 

It also made you go from having a harmless little crush to being absolutely smitten for a man whose name you didn’t even know. 

The joyous call of your name broke you out of your thoughts. You quickly processed Timmy was running towards you, so you kneeled down just in time to receive a hug. 

“Hey Timmy! I see you found a helper!” You remarked.

Timmy nodded his head, "Mr. Floyd helps fly jets!" 

Mr. Floyd. The name was fitting. It was as sweet as the soft smile he was giving you. 

"That's awesome! Why don't you go to Ms. Maggie so she can help you find some books to check out? Maybe you can even find some about jets!" 

Timmy nodded his head, waved goodbye to Mr. Floyd before skipping off. You turned towards the newly found community helper, who had gotten up from the floor. 

"Thanks for your help," you remarked, taking a step towards him. 

He resembled a deer caught in the headlights more than the classic Disney prince you thought of when you first saw him. 

"Oh, um, it was no problem ma'am. Glad I could help." There's a slight drawl to his voice. It honestly just made him cuter, something you didn't think was possible. 

You playfully raised an eyebrow, "You know… he's usually pretty shy. It's impressive how you were able to get him to open up so quickly." 

His cheeks reddened at your compliment, “Oh it’s uh…it wasn’t much, I’m not uh a professional. That’s you, obviously.”

He was being genuine, something you didn't see often with the men who were stationed around here. 

You shook your head, "I don't know if professional is the right word. Today felt more like wrangling these kiddos." 

As you shrugged your shoulders, Bob noticed the bridge of your nose scrunched a bit. It went perfectly with the small smile that still remained on your face, along with that joyous gleam in your bright eyes.

You were stunning. The kind that made Bob feel like there was no one else in the room. 

He also couldn't stand the idea of you minimizing your abilities, despite having only spoken to you for maybe five minutes. 

"I saw you today with them, you did a lot more than just wrangling and you were phenomenal at it. You shouldn't sell yourself short." It was the most confident he sounded since this conversation began. 

"You shouldn't either, Mr. Floyd," You said with zero hesitation. 

Despite his heart pounding and his face burning up, somehow, Bob felt at ease talking to you. He wanted to impress you still, but that nagging feeling he usually has, the one that made him so nervous that he usually stayed quiet and just observe? 

It was gone. 

"Mr. Floyd is my father. My name is Robert, though most folks call me Bob." Perhaps he spoke too soon. That was the best he could come up with? 

You, on the other hand, found it endearing. Robert Floyd. The name was almost as saccharine as his entire being. 

"Can I call you Robby?" The nickname seemed to suit him better in your eyes. Given how his face turned an even brighter shade of red, he seemed to not mind. 

"Only if I can call you for dinner." 

Your eyes widened and you began hoping that he wouldn't be able to tell that you were now the flustered one. 

Bob noticed immediately with the way your eyes shifted to the ground and your bottom lip was in-between your teeth. 

"Sorry if that was too forward, I didn't mean-" 

Bob's sentence was cut short by a cell phone that had been all but shoved into his chest. 

You looked into those sapphire eyes and flashed a sheepish smile, "I need your number to plan dinner. Our library visit is about to end soon."

Bob nodded his head, his fingers shaking as he typed in his number. You noticed the near-grin he had as he typed in his name and those favored ten digits. 

Your fingers brushed against one another briefly when he handed your phone back. You could feel the calloused tips of his fingers. It was comforting. 

Little did you know, Bob felt the same way about the soft, gentle tips of your fingers.

You sent a wink his way, "I'll talk to you soon Robby!" 

You lingered for a moment as he stammered out a goodbye, which caused your smile to only widen. You were actually sad that you had to turn your attention back to your preschoolers, who had checked out their three books and were ready to head back to the bus. 

You smiled as you kneeled down to get a better look at the books they were trying to show you. Even though you had helped them pick out most of their books, you couldn't help but be excited for them and getting to witness them develop a love of reading. 

Bob loved watching it. He didn't think it was possible for his heart to swell anymore, but then he saw how your mouth dropped and your eyes widened when a student excitedly showed you a book. 

You looked over your shoulder to find him still standing there. Not that you were complaining, it meant you got to flash another smile and wink his way. Something that just made Bob's heart flutter even more. 

Once you were on the bus and everyone was settled, you had time to look at your phone. You already had one message from 'Robbie (Mr. Floyd)'. 

How do you feel about Italian? 

You smiled as you typed your response. 

Love it. When and where?

As soon as possible. 

You knew you had it bad. But it wasn't scary (for once). 

You learned soon that your future husband felt the same way.