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moodymisty · 2 years

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« How does one tempt a Marshall Commander? »

Author's Note: This was stuck in stasis for so long I almost dumped it. I hope it was worth the effort lol

Summary: What would it take for Cody to stop being such a stickler for the rules?

Relationships: Commander Cody/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Lingerie, Oral(Female receiving), Teasing, A bit of a strip tease, Foreplay, Biting, Hickies

Word count: 7056

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You almost never get to see Cody.

And in the rare times you do it feels like a split second; Rushed and frantic trying to get as much as you could before he was torn away from you again.

You'd just hauled him in here for a kiss, which had turned from being a sweet peck to reddened and swollen lips.

You brush your hair from your face, giving a breathy laugh as Cody leaves a trail of soft kisses up your neck. The room was small, just enough room for some desks and the both of you; The air sticky and stuffy. The cooling unit for this one must be turned off, since no ones seemed to have used it for a decent while. You remember something he’d said and bring it up once more, as his lips tease your skin.

"You’re really not able to?"

You could feel his head shake against your neck. He’s already scolding himself for doing this, he can’t slack off anymore. His hands are trailing up and down your spine just underneath your top and it almost makes you shiver; The way his gloves feel against your skin.

"They changed my orders. There's new squads that need training and I'm in charge of it all."

Maybe it was a bit presumptuous of you to think you’d be able to sneak another moment of his time, but you couldn't help it. You just wish they wouldn't constantly work him to the bone and when he finished it, pile on more until you feared his back would break under it all. Though it wasn't like he would ever complain, he almost seemed to enjoy it; Taking it in stride.

When he hears you groan, Cody has to resist rolling his eyes.

"I can’t shirk my duties. Though I’m sure you could convince one of my men to.” He sighs as if disappointed. “They all like you too much." He wasn't wrong; It was cute, how Ghost Company had just adopted you in not long after meeting Cody, now treating you as a close friend and attempting to defend you from even minor inconveniences. Quickly the shinies had learned to back off, when they see a clone in orange painted armor close to you.

Especially, if that clone was Commander Cody.

"They like me because I help them avoid getting into trouble with you when they do dumb stuff." Cody's hands tighten around your waist, drifting downwards until they rest comfortably against the tops of your hips.

"They like you because I do. You might as well be part of 212th with them." He gives one more kiss to your cheek before pulling away, hands slipping from underneath your top. You adjust it after, watching a corner of his mouth crook upward just a tad.

"What exactly did you mean by 'dumb stuff'?" The sound of you smacking his shoulder echoes in the small room, as Cody looses his smile and straightens back up. He’s already getting ready to leave, you can tell.

"I have to get back. I'm sure they're already wondering where I am."

Knowing it was true, you still can’t help but sigh. It was more than lucky you'd even gotten this moment but greed is insatiable. You needed to get back too, before your own messes started piling up even higher. Managing to steal one more kiss from him before he pulls his body fully away from yours, Cody adjusts any bit of armor that seems even minutely out of place and fixes his hair.

Back to clean cut, by the books Commander Cody.

He quickly leaves the room you'd hauled him into and knows exactly where he was needed, even if he didn’t want to leave you either. You stay in here by yourself for a moment to adjust your own clothes, before leaving as well. He was probably halfway across the base by now; Always walking like he was right next to a fire. You have to make the same path, through bland grey colored hallways.

It wasn't an excited walk to say the least, blowing a disgruntled raspberry.

You felt almost like a small child, asking for just five more minutes. You don’t even want to begin to think about what you’d do if he gets stationed on another planet, and you couldn’t follow.

You didn't encounter many people on the way back, trying to slip back into where you should actually be without anyone noticing you were late. Only one person did, though thankfully they didn't comment other than raising their eyebrows at how quickly you were scurrying around. It wasn't like they'd have any incentive to do so anyways.

The few non-clones on the base were hires or volunteers, and going through the lengthy process of writing someone up and getting them disciplined was far to much trouble than it was worth most of the time; Unless they were really being a pest or you just really hated them.

But even as you were waist deep in your own thoughts the computer screen almost started blurring your vision, with absolutely nothing of interest happening.

You were almost wishing for technical errors or injuries to at least distract you, and keep you from almost sinking into the ground. Then again catching a moment with Cody somewhere always seemed to do this; You’d get a taste of the good stuff and then it would be torn away from you, mulling over everything you wished you’d had time to do.

It felt like years before the torture was over, and you could lament over the fact that you swore you could still feel his touch on your lower back at home instead. Finally this day was over. At least you could leave this place, the clones had to stay.

Even with the mess hall serving food it was a struggle yet to get through the halls, having to pass through group after group of soldiers. But you tug your coat tighter, only after what felt like miles of walking manage to get out of the clone base and out into the city. It was just on the borders, stationed just close enough by that it was easy for supply drops and moving large amounts of troops. Surely from a trooper's point of view it was nice to have the city and it's bars close by, but that was never the reasoning for the base when it'd first been built.

This time of night most taxis would be busy and you weren't in the mood to take a dirty one home, even if it was just a short trip. You'd just walk, staying close to the side and out of the way of speeders and larger groups of people.

You wondered what Cody was doing at this hour; Because he surely wasn't resting.

You swore he wouldn't sleep for days at times, mulling over a million different things at once. His dedication was admirable, but it can only get you so far. Even so it was a deeply ingrained part of him; You just wished he'd take care of himself a little more.

Tugging the edges of your coat tighter the night is surprisingly cold this time, and you'd neglected to bundle up. Though that didn't stop the leagues of friends bar hopping or hanging around, as the street was packed with late night crowds. Many were already drunk and stumbling around looking for the next bar or a cab home, having to step to the side to avoid slamming right into someone.

You might've been tempted to get a drink as well, if you had someone with you. It was never as much fun to drink alone, and you'd become quite partial to the clone bars anyway.

Passing by another restaurant they began to fade away into shops instead, though most were closed. These were nice ones as well, filled with more and more expensive goods.

You didn't have much interest in shopping at first, passing by multiple stores that would more than likely be far out of your own price range. But just as you perished the idea and continued your path home however, hands deep in your pockets, you noticed something through the transparent door of a random store.

The color was what had caught the corner of your eye first, and it felt like no time at all before you'd pushed open the door and rushed in, almost instantly scurrying to stand in front of what you'd spotted. It was almost to nerve-wracking to touch it, as if it would disappear if you did so.

This was it!

You'd been searching for something like this for ages; In the exact shade of 212th orange.

A lingerie set made almost entirely of delicate lace; With an incredibly deep neckline and garter straps for holding up a matching pair of stockings. It was almost exactly what you'd been hoping to find, but never quite been able to. They were always the wrong shade, wrong size, or just all in all didn't work out. Unsurprisingly when you’re looking for something so incredibly specific, it’s quite a bit harder to find. It also didn’t help that there was a few times you’d thought maybe he wouldn’t like it, and you’d almost given up.

Though you’d persisted, and its finally paid off.

Snatching your newfound prize you'd deal with the price when you got there; Even forgoing so much fresh street food to cover the expense, paying while you pursed your lips.

They even put it in a little box, which was absolutely perfect for what you had in mind for it. After leaving you'd never rushed home so fast, trying to hold back the smile on your face as you held it close to your chest. It stayed there the entire way until you were safely back in your apartment, and you sat it on the kitchen table where you knew it wouldn’t get forgotten. Given how much you'd been looking for the final piece in this scenario it was the last thing you'd want to do, even writing a note on your hand so you remembered.

After doing so you decided to get ready for bed, going through the same ritual as every night. It was later than usual, and you'd end up getting an hour or so less sleep; But given what you'd managed to get, you'd judge it all worthwhile.

The feeling of sinking into the bed wasn't something you'd take for granted however even if you'd get a bit less of it. You just wished Cody was here with you. He didn't often get to, though you'd count your blessing considering not too long ago, he didn't even have the ability to leave the clone bases at all.

After rolling around for a bit you end up falling to sleep while thinking about how he'd react to everything, hoping it would be as good as you expected it to be.

The next day, after a long bunch of hours staring at a screen and getting largely zilch done you hold the ‘gift’ in your hands, fingers absentmindedly feeling the corners. You’d brought it with you in hopes of giving it to him, but hadn’t managed to yet.

Cody was always in a different location, so your hopes of tracking him down wasn't incredibly high. The barracks would be your best bet. You wanted him to have something to look forward to; And even if it took awhile, he'd have this as a bit of a 'come back soon' gift.

Sure, maybe you also got a bit of devious enjoyment from the idea of teasing him so blatantly when he’s stuck commanding various squads, but who wouldn't.

Not having the place drawn in memory you walked through hallway after hallway before managing to find it; The 212th barracks. You didn't have the code for it, so you knocked hoping one of them was inside. Someone was, as the door slid open almost instantly.

"Fancy seeing you here."

It was Waxer, leaning against the wall looking at you. You decide to not beat around the bush and just ask outright.

"Is Commander Cody here?" He shook his head, pulling off his helmet and tucking it in the crook of his elbow.

"No. He's at a briefing for the next hour or so." You pulled the small box from your bag and held it outward, deciding to entrust it to one of Cody's men. The likelihood of you managing to catch Cody somewhere was slim, and he'd be more likely to end up crossing one of his men.

"Can you give something to him when he comes back then?" He hesitates for a moment, before taking it from your hands and looking over it curiously. It’s quite light he notices, shifting it around in his hand. His face changes into a more curious one, with raised eyebrows and looking at you as the small box gets tossed around in the air.

"What's inside?" You smile and shake your head.

"Not telling." Waxer groans, his shoulders raising as he pleaded with you. "Well now I really wanna know!" You shake your head again, adjusting the collar of your top. You should’ve expected he would be curious about it the second you said not to look.

"Well, you'll just have to live with that now, now won't you?" Waxer looked about to speak up but you knew what he was about to stay and pointed a finger at him, cutting him off before he had the chance to do so.

"And if Cody tells me it was already opened, you all won't go unpunished." He over-dramatically rolls his eyes. Of course you’d use being Cody’s ‘favorite’ as he puts it, against him. He relents, but you can hazard a good guess that the matter is far from over. But you still leave it with him anyways; It’s not as if you have the ability to run around the base for hours or have any idea on where to start. You walk off and decide to head home, already tired from today’s chaos.

Waxer watches you leave, before instantly deciding to go on a headhunt. He knows this particular base like the back of his hand, and Cody was surely around somewhere; He always was. It would just be a matter of catching him before he was already racing to the next thing he needed to do.

Which was exactly what Waxer caught him doing; Moving down the hall with that same authoritative, determined walk.

The only thing that stopped him was a small item getting shoved directly in his line of sight, as one of his men comes to start walking beside him. He stops walking and turns to look at Waxer, confused. His helmet is off and tucked in the crook of his elbow.

"A box?" Cody seems a little confused, and Waxer tilts his head.

"Oh you know, me and the boys really apprec-" Cody sighs and shuts the fake speech down before it gets too out of hand.

"She couldn't find you, said to give it to you once I had the chance. She really didn't want anyone but you to look inside." He holds out a hand and gestures towards himself once he knows it’s from you, Waxer putting the box in his hands. Cody glances down at it, before back to him. His face is that same stern look, with just a hint of curiosity.

"Did you?" Waxer gives a contemplative look before shaking his head.

"Considered x-raying it; Decided not to." Cody has to resist rolling his eyes. He thanks Waxer for delivering your gift to him 'un-tampered', before shooing the soldier back to whatever duties he should actually be doing. Meanwhile, Cody decides that since no one at the moment is instantly demanding his presence, that he could take this back to his barracks. Curiosity was an insatiable beast; One that lead him to sitting on his temporary bunk, he never thought he’d end up missing the ones on Kamino, and opening it.

Instantly Cody notices its cloth; Softly bunched up with even a little note on top. He decides to look at it first, almost having to squint to read it with how bad the light in the barracks is.

'Come back soon, Commander.'

He's confused for a moment, until he pulls on the cloth just enough that it begins to show its shape and he realizes.

He knows what type of clothing this is, the context of it.

Cody ended up almost cursing you, before quickly shoving the box under his bunk's mattress. You'd absolutely done this on purpose; Wanting to distract him. It works of course, as he's instantly picturing what it would look like on you, while you had the satisfied smirk of someone who knew their plan had worked. He wonders if you’d already put it on, or if you’d just known him well enough to know that this would get him to stop thinking with his brain.

Cody ends up storming out of his barracks almost angry, and every soldier in sight knows to get out of his way.

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It's a week and two days days later that Cody manages enough free time to end up at your apartment; Knocking on the door holding the edge of his helmet in his left hand. You open the door and see him standing there, stepping to the side to let him in before closing the door behind him.

He’s stiff, shoulders squared as he comes inside.

"Waxer gave me your gift."

When you glance down at his other hand you see he's holding it; Decently tight in his grip. Any tighter and the box might crumple.

"And did you like it?" You smile while watching Cody come further into the apartment. He turns to you and his eyes are stern, and now you know your idea worked.

"So now you don't even wait until we're in the same room to start teasing me now?"

Cody loosened his grip and let his helmet fall onto the chair, it bouncing once before laying still visor side up. You walk closer to him while he's turned around, ignoring the way he says your name with a disapproving tone as you chuckle and move in.

“Is it so wrong to have a little fun?” Cody hums when he feels your chest press against his back, fingers reaching for the buckles keeping his chestplate tight. Attempting to undo them once you find them, Cody turns around to face you. His face is stern and looking almost as if he’s going to reprimand you, hand wrapping around your bicep tight stopping the way your hands attempt to snake up his chest and into the hair at the nape of his neck.

They feel good; And he wants to let himself relax but he's on a mission now, looking at you.

“It is when you’re trying to keep a GAR Commander from doing his job.”

You pull his face closer, trying to bring him to your level. His lips are so close, just barely dusting across your own while you speak. You’d been a little nervous wondering if he’d enjoy it, pursing your lips as you look at him.

“I was just trying to give you a gift.” Cody's nose presses against yours, his eyes darting around your face. He tugs you even closer at your response, while he stares you down. His hands are tight, holding you firmly in place.

“I know you’re lying. I had to have this on my mind through briefings and four different training drills. I could barely keep everything straight because you had to be a naughty little tease.”

He never had much spare time, and the moment he'd gotten leave, the commander's required work was finished and he was gone within seconds. It wasn't something he normally did; Many times he'd neglected leave and worked day through night, training and battle plans and supply line routing. You were the first thing that had managed to make him think of something else. He’d spent more than a few of those recent nights thinking of you, and fuming over the way his bodyglove would get so tight and he’d have to do something about it.

"Should I apologize, then?" His face moved so he could brush his lips against your own.

“I know you won’t actually mean it.”

He’s not wrong; You’re more than pleased at the way he seems irritated that you’d gotten so deep under his skin.

"Then what do you want?" Cody's hand tightens around your arm. It’s firm, keeping you in place even though you had no intentions of moving away.

"What I want, is for you to put on my gift. Now." He's still holding it in his other hand, before moving to shove it into your own.

"Ok, Commander."

Cody lets out a disapproving hum.

"You're already playing with fire girl, don't push it."

Slowly peeling away from him he reluctantly lets go, and you take the opened box from his hand before turning to leave. But he follows you, all the way into your bedroom and stands with the back of his legs against the side of your bed. You can feel the way his eyes trail down your body in a way that makes you nervous again, having him stare like this. He’s peeling off pieces of plastoid armor until he’s only in his flightsuit, meanwhile you’re still just standing there. When he looks at you expectantly, you can’t help but say something.

"Quit being so impatient." You dare to say, and Cody lets out a scoff as you nervously fiddle with the hem of your top.

"You decide to be a naughty little slut and tease me with something like that, then expect me to be patient? You’re lucky I’m waiting for you and didn’t just throw you over the table."

The mental image that sentence conjures sends a jolt straight to your cunt, before you finally gather the gusto to pull your shirt fully off.

Piece by piece you peel your clothes away slowly while Cody watches, in a way that you could only describe as hungry.

That hunger only grows stronger as you slowly slip on the orange lace you paid so much for, and you barely have it fully over your shoulders before he’s walking towards you. His eyes graze over your body as he corrals you inward towards the bed, your legs hitting the side.

“Lay down.”

When you don’t listen instantly he presses a hand against your shoulder and pushes; Making you tumble and fall backward onto the mattress.

Shortly thereafter Cody follows, one knee slipping between your thighs as he kneels onto the bed. It’s just barely away from your cunt, and you try to subtly move closer to it. He moves it back away form you, noticing your attempt, and gives you one small smack against the side of your ass. The little yelp you let out sends a jolt straight down to his cock, seeing you writhe underneath him. One hand supports himself by your shoulder, while the other bushes against the lace laying on your side. He won’t satisfy your greediness just yet, not after you’d tortured him with this for so long.

"I didn't think it'd be over a week till you could come by,"

You say, it the first excuse in your head. Not that you needed one, as he leans down and steals a firm kiss. His nose presses against your own, skin feeling almost boiling hot. He groans as you nip at his bottom lip, tightening your arms around his neck as his tongue slips into your mouth. He pulls back and a firm hand pulls your hips closer to him, knee finally pressing against your cunt. It makes you let out a sudden breathy gasp as he speaks with that stern, on duty voice while he feels your wet pussy grind against his leg.

“That wasn’t part of your little plan the whole time? I find it hard to believe.”

There's a hand sliding up your side, rough skin against patches of skin not covered by burnt orange lingerie. It stays against your ribcage for a moment, feeling your breath underneath his palm. But soon his fingertips move upward, slipping underneath the lace to wrap around your breast; Firm but not too rough. He kneads it as you wiggle underneath him, nipple against his rough palm legs kicking nothing but air. His lips only pull away from yours so he can pull you fully onto the bed, while he takes the moment to peel the top of his body glove off.

“You talk like I’m constantly teasing you.” He slaps your ass again.

“You do.”

The bed dips under his weight as he crawls over you, caging your body as his lips press against your jaw. Once again slips to wrap against your breast, rubbing and gripping sensitive skin. Gasping as he kissed and nipped at the skin just under your jaw he’s surely leaving little bite marks and hickies; Your fingers scratching against his shoulders. His hand is partly obscured by orange lace, sliding around underneath it as your nipple hardens underneath his palm. One of your hands moves to the fabric on your shoulder, considering being rid of it. After all it’s served it’s purpose, you think.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

Cody however, seems to have a completely different thought on it. His lips are pressed against your neck, and he can barely manage to pull away enough to mumble:

"No. Keep it on. You wanted me to see it so badly, you can wear it while I fuck you."

The way he says that sends a massive jolt right down to your cunt, feeling the way you throb surely leaking against your lingerie. His lips move downward; Over your collarbone, between your breasts, down between the deep V-neck to where the lace just begins to finally cover your stomach. Every bit he halts just long enough to leave small bites against your hot skin, glancing up over your body.

He loves this view, seeing you look down at him from between your thighs. Even if you’ve decided to be a little tease.

The way his brown eyes look so full of fire almost make you stop breathing entirely. Your body tenses as he moves downward even more, watching as his hands drift over your knees. His fingers feel warm against your skin, firm as they slide over seemingly every little part of your thighs. Once they reach the thickest part, he grabs tight and yanks you closer in one quick, hard jerk.

His touch keeps lingering as are his eyes and when completely stills for a moment you giggle, biting your lip.

"Frozen?" Cody lets his hands trail across your skin again and drifts a hand over your stomach. He adjusts his own posture until he's laying on the bed now, unable to see his erection straining against his flightsuit. When his hand trails over the soft lace, you speak up when there’s a fear he’s going to get rough with it.

"Don’t ruin it; I want to wear it again."

You whisper as his mouth leaves little bites that trail down your inner thigh, feeling the first beginnings of stubble against his jaw. But in the early morning it would be gone again, as Cody was ever the picture of military excellence. Though now could be an exception, as you feel his hot breath on your skin. He hand pulls back and lightly smacks at your pussy, watching you gasp and writhe.

"Don't go getting anymore ideas. You’re already in trouble for this."

He almost moans just from the feeling of your thighs parting wider underneath his hands, lips brushing over the lace barely covering your cunt. He wastes little time in hooking a finger around it and pulling it to the side, intentionally slipping between your folds for a moment in the process. It makes your knees twitch inward, but his hands keep them spread wide while watching his mouth press against your cunt.

“Doesn’t feel like I am,”

Your voice is breathless, even more so when he softly bites one or your outer lips just to remind you that you’re still on shaky ground.

The response is instant; Your hips twitch upward even as he holds you firmly in place, trying to keep you from wiggling away from his mouth.

His tongue slips between your folds and drifts upward until it grazes against your clit, following as you writhe underneath his tongue. With each suck and nip and lick he teases while you bite your bottom lip, desperately not trying to cry out leaning up on one forearm.

“Maker, Cody; Don’t stop,”

He didn’t have any plans to, even if it was tempting to tease you and leave you struggling underneath him. As punishment for teasing him, though he’ll never get over the way he’s weaker for the sounds of you praising him when he pleases you so well. The knots in your lower stomach and psudo-heartbeat in your cunt only get worse while he sucks on your folds; Stomach tensed, the blankets bunch below you as your body leans forward.

Your hands dig into his hair like it's a lifeline, forming what was a neat military cut into a curly, frazzled mess.

The way Cody was moving felt almost like he was a man starved; Feeding off the sounds your wet pussy makes. Even if he was never a very talkative sort he was largely silent, to busy sucking and biting and licking while his fingers leave red little marks on your thighs. His face must be soaked, with the way he’s pressing it against you with no hesitation; Your juices and his spit dripping from his chin to your ass and to the blankets.

“Right there, I- Fuck, Cody!”

He hears you sing his name so many times it mushes together into an almost incomprehensible plea. His firm grip is the only thing keeping your body against the bed, hips twitching as that hot tightness in your stomach finally gives way.

He only decides to slow his tongue against your clit when he feels you cum, body laying limp against the blankets as he feels your pussy twitch against his mouth. Giving a few more licks and instantly relishing in the way your body instantly reacts in over-sensitivity, he pulls back wipes his face with the back of his hand, while your chest is still heaving.

His hands now only dare to leave your body to pull away the only piece of clothing he has on; The bottom half of his black flight suit. In largely the same fashion he'd done to the top it gets peeled away and thrown to the side, revealing his hard, weeping cock. He’s been on the verge of cumming for awhile now, just from the way you were like putty underneath him as he now lays over your body.

You swear you can almost taste yourself on his lips as he leans down to kiss you, chest almost against your own as his hand slips to cradle the back of your neck.

His cock is rubbing against you, sliding between your folds and quickly becoming slick; Before a hand slips between your bodies and adjusts himself to slowly press into you. It's a dull, consistent stretch that has you grasping at his shoulder, while another hand grasps at your own chest. When your legs press against his hips keeping him close he moves faster, hips slapping against your thighs. It's salacious; The noise. The way it drowns out everything else in the room, part from your heated breathes and mumbles.

"Fuck, Cody you feel so good,"

He'll never get tired of hearing his name on your lips, no matter what way you're saying it. You mumble it again, nipping at his bottom lip and feeling your tongue brush against his own.

He only dares to pull away when he wants to see it again; His colors against your skin.

It makes you whine as he pulls away and leans back, hands moving from beside your shoulders to grasp at your waist. He keeps pulling you to him, feeling your effort to do the same. You want him closer, skin touching skin.

Looking down on you he saw the way the two main parts of lace against your chest, separated by a large v cut, slid to the sides unable to stay in the right spots. It only gets worse as he thrusts into you, body pushing against the blankets as you moan and grasp them.

It was his favorite sight; To see you undone like this, hair messy and body laid out underneath him.

His hand brushes over your breast and the displaced lace, moving it correctly over your chest again.

'What a gift', he thinks; Part of him wonders what else you could find that would make him this irrational. You seemed to have developed a knack for it, and no matter how much he ‘punishes’ you, you always come back for more. Your hands grip the blankets wrinkled underneath you, as your head leans back and exposes your neck.

"Someone likes it,"

Your laugh is breathy and hot, eyes hooded and threatening to close as his fingers brush over your nipple. Teeth scraping softly across your own bottom lip his eyes drift over you, any attempts of staying put together completely undone.

But even it's a beautiful sight he leans down anyways, pressing his lips to your for a quick kiss before your lips press against his neck, legs wrapped tight around his hips almost slowing him down.

“You, are going to be the death of me.” He mumbles under his breath.

His teeth grit to try and stop a moan as you suck against the skin of his neck, little nips against the skin just below his ear.

Your hands are wrapped in his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck before one moves away. It slips down between your bodies to touch yourself, for a second feeling the way he slips out only to bury himself in you again. It makes the air around you hot, stuffy as you suck on the bruised skin of his neck. You know he likes those marks, even if he always grumbles at you over having to cover them up. You catch his eyes for a moment, own fingers brushing against your clit and before you know it your cumming around him; Thighs pressing against him as your arms tighten around him.

Your body is tight around him like a vice forcing him to slowly, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. It hurts and it feels incredible to him and Cody's face is hot against your ear, barely holding on.

"Where," Knowing it would affect him your nails drag further up his shoulders and even against his neck, teetering into pain.

"Inside. Don't want to ruin your gift."

Part of him did. Wanted to see what you'd look like with strings of cum along your chest and stomach. But you'd almost trapped him against you, your legs around his hips as he falters, cumming inside you. His forehead against your temple he can barely stop the way his moan almost shakes, hips slow before he finally stills.

Your cunt feels soaked, thighs and his cock wet even more as he slowly pulls from you and his cum leaks from you and trails downward.

While you'd expected him to be a little riled after so long and your honestly cruel tease, part of you hadn't really been prepared for how tired you'd be after the fact.

A thumb brushes across your lips when he barely pulls away from you, that stern expression he’d originally worn when he’d arrived having long since been thrown away.

"Do you need anything?" He kisses the little marks he'd left on your neck, a palm brushing over your forehead.

"Just need to clean up. And to put this away so I don't ruin it." You gesture to the lingerie against your stomach. After all it was expensive, and you'd like to at least get a few more uses out of it before it somehow gets ruined. You have more plans for it, and surely one would end up with him ripping it to some degree; Either on purpose or accident.

Legs limp and your chest finally not heaving the room feels a more normal temp, smiling as you feel him pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You don't want to get up; You want to bask in an afterglow while Cody is right here with you, for the first time in days. In weeks, if you don't count tiny interactions in hallways and empty rooms.

But eventually you do tear yourself away, feeling his hand drop from your side as you slip from the bed and walk across the floor. The lingerie almost has to be peeled from you with the soft sheen of sweat on your skin, and you feel far less sexy than you had putting it on. It gets folded and you make a note to wash it with whatever special needs it requires, sitting it on the counter to do tomorrow. Or whenever you remember to do so, more likely.

You return from the refresher and Cody is in the same place, his hair hilariously frazzled compared to how neat it usually is. Walking over you flop on the bed and try and pull yourself underneath the covers as he walks to where you'd returned from, managing to find the bottoms of his bodyglove somewhere on the floor.

When he's slipping into the bed behind you he has those bottoms back on though only halfway, while he tugs you closer so you rest against him. You're laying partly on your side, while Cody lays on his stomach fully spread out. The bed is huge, compared to the bunks he was used to. Raking the hair from his face you looked over him, before up at the bathroom door.

"You can use my shower if you want," Cody leans up and over, party shadowing your body.

"Trying to imply something?" You shook your head and dragged your hand against the side of his head.

"No, just want to make sure you to feel at home."

Cody tries to pull you even closer, as if he wants every inch of his body touching yours. He mumbles that he loves you into the pillow, feeling your hand against his bare back. You say it back, fingers trailing over the knocks of his spine.

Cody shoves his face deeper into the pillow and sighs, tightening his arm around your waist. He swore he'd never felt so comfortable and at peace in his entire life, and almost instantly fell dead asleep soon after.

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A gloved hand picking at a small piece of chipped paint, Boil laments that he'd have to touch up his armor soon. He glances up at the door again. It was still closed, pursing his lips under his helmet.

"He's late?"

Mumbling to himself and getting another clone's casual 'guess so' hum in response, Boil looked at the time; And it hadn't changed since the last time he'd looked.

07:21.

The briefing was supposed to start and 07:00 exactly, as Cody would always demand impeccable timing.

As he himself was never late; Cody would always be the first one, crossing his arms and waiting for the rest as they slowly trickled in. If you were even a minute late, you were reprimanded. Ten minutes late, you were written up.

But now everyone’s all here and waiting, with the commander nowhere in sight. The clone that had responded to his original query leaned into his side and whispered, looking around the room and seeing other clones also visibly confused.

"Want to go hit the mess hall? Since this is a bu-"

Everyone suddenly jolted upright having been promptly startled out of their wits as the door suddenly opened, sounding like it could've damaged something in the process. Every soldier in the room turns to the doorway and in stomps Commander Cody, helmet tucked in his arm as he tries to subtly buckle the side of his belt.

"Alright men, to start w-" Cody could barely even finish his sentence, having only just gotten to the holotable before one of the clones dares to speak up.

"Sleep in late Commander?"

In response that clone gets a glare that could cut durasteel, while Boil notices that one shoulder strap of Cody’s chestplate was tighter than the other.

"Cut the chatter, soldier." The clone listens, though everyone could see the satisfied look on his face. Cody places his helmet on the edge of the holotable, while also taking the movement to try and quickly adjust a piece of armor on his thigh.

"Boil. Come up here and help." Quickly Boil comes to round the holotable, while Cody starts pulling up the map and pinning siege points. Boil takes the moment to lean inward, into the Commander's personal space and speaking low enough that hopefully no one else could hear over soft chatter and the rattling of the cooling unit for the room. He’d just noticed something.

"You might want to cover up your neck, Commander." Cody looks up from the map and turns to him, brow furrowed.

"Why would I-" Boil had his lips pursed as tight as possible, but he still couldn't avoid cracking slightly.

"Everyone can see why you were late."

Boil swore he saw Cody loose three shades to his skin almost instantly, before he tugged the neck of his flightsuit up higher. He harshly swallowed and instantly started the briefing, one hand trying to slick his hair back and make sure it’s neat. When he turns at the waist he has to resist his face twinging; As the back of his chestplate presses against his sore, scratched shoulderblades.

You weren’t going to hear the end of this from him, no doubt about it.

#mywriting #the clone wars x reader #Cody x reader #commander Cody x reader #reader insert #reader #Cody/reader

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star-struck-wonderland · 2 years

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•~Kaminari Denki Agere Headcanons~•

⚡️Kaminari regresses between the ages of 5-7, and on some rare occasions, 8 or 9

⚡️His favorite nicknames are lightning bug, kiddo, Kami, bug, pika, and little man! And he loves praises, like being called smart and cute and clever!

⚡️He's very bubbly and is filled with sooooo much energy when he's regressed because of his ADHD

⚡️But he's also very cuddly as well- It's always a gamble on whether you get bubbly baby Kami or sleepy cuddly Kami!

⚡️He can be very mischievous and a downright brat when he wants to be, but everyone loves him even so

⚡️He often wears gloves while he's regressed so he doesn't accidentally use his quirk, since he tends to not have the best control when he's excited and small

⚡️He loves playing video games, and his favorite game to play is Minecraft! He always builds pretty buildings and ponds with lots of flowers and animals all around

⚡️He has some cute kid clothes like colorful overalls and shirts and shorts! He's always very colorful when he's little

⚡️He has some toys and lots and lots of fidgets! He loves his fidget toys when he's both big and small and practically collects them

⚡️He also likes soft sensory things like stuffed animals and blankets, and he has a weighted blanket he uses

⚡️Wears noise canceling headphones pretty often to help with his sensory issues, as well as his weighted blanket and fidgets💛

⚡️Oral fixation! He always has to have something in his mouth. Pens, teethers, parts of his clothes, stuffed animal ears, his fingers, literally anything he can get his hands on will be on his mouth at some point

⚡️His regression isnt something he's ashamed about, and he normally regresses as often as possible since it helps him with his energy and stress.

⚡️Aside from being a bit shy at first, his bubbly personality prevents him from being scared or ashamed of his regression around other people when he's small

⚡️He gets a little embarrassed or nervous about it when he's big and someone new finds out about it or he tells them, but once the initial anxiety is gone, he's very open about his regression

⚡️Playdates! He loves having playdates with other littles! If the little is regressed to a younger age then him, like a toddle/baby range, he's always fascinated by them like some kids are by babies

⚡️The bakusquad loves him! They find him sooo adorable, especially when he's in his cuddly mood

⚡️Bakugou is his favorite, which surprised everyone. Despite how loud and angry he is, Kaminari is always wanting to be in his lap and holding his hand, and Bakugou silently lets him, though he'd blast the face off of anyone who says anything about it

⚡️Mina is the fun auntie who spoils him with snacks and new fidgets, which always makes him seek her out in hopes of getting new toys💛

⚡️He loves Sero! One of his favorite games with the tape hero is getting Sero to hang him upside down with his tape, which always makes the rest of the squad freak, Kaminari giggling all the while like the cheeky little angel he is

⚡️Kirishima and Sero are his fun older brothers! They always take him to parks and play video games and watch movies with him

⚡️Kirishima always reacts over the top whenever they play Minecraft and little Kami wants to show off a new build or achievement

⚡️He plays with Ojiro's tail whenever he's around, just like he always does when he's big! The other boy finds it just as cute and amusing as he did when Kaminari first started doing it

A new friend of mine got me obsessed with age regressor Kaminari, so here's the result of that😂Thanks for reading! I'm probably going to start making more of these cause they're so fun and they make me feel so small!🧡

Unrelated side note, but I think it's so dumb that Tumblr doesn't have yellow text. Like come on, seriously?

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legendarybeautyprotibalarina · 1 year

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Sekai characters' Roblox styles and gameplay habits!

Over the past few way too long, I've become. Somewhat of a Roblox goblin, especially when it comes to avatar making. So I'd like to share with you the kind of avatars each Sekai character would have (two examples for everyone except Tsukasa and Mafuyu, who only have one) and the kind of games they'd probably play.

Long post, so click under the cut!

LEO/NEED

ICHIKA

Big fan of 2.0 and those 3D anime girl heads with the fuckhuge eyes. Dresses all her avatars in school-themed outfits. Plays a variety of games, but mostly "mundane" roleplay games (such as Bloxburg and Brookhaven).

SAKI

LOVECORE LOVECORE LOVECORE. Does the 1.0 legs on otherwise 3.0 body thing. Almost exclusively plays RoBeats and those Friday Night Funkin' clone games. (i am pushing the pan saki agenda.)

HONAMI

Very red. Will wear just about anything as long as it has a red and white colour scheme. Doesn't actively play Roblox, only bought the 800 Robux pack because Ichika told her it was "embarrassing" when they played games together and she was a bacon.

SHIHO

Barb model. Basically only plays Da Hood and fashion runway games. Does not play games with the rest of her unit (when asked why, gets defensive and says she just doesn't wanna play Roblox). Gets genuinely upset whenever she plays a game for the first time and it doesn't let her use R6. Commissions art of her avatar and specifically requests the artist to make them buff.

MORE MORE JUMP

MINORI

Pastel preppy. Mostly plays Bloxburg, Adopt Me, MM2 and preppy hangout games. Makes TikToks where she shows off trades she makes.

HARUKA

Black clothes, short brown hair and penguin hats. Plays the same games that were on the front page 5 years ago and gets sad when any of them lose popularity or get deleted.

AIRI

All of her outfits are Halloween-themed (mostly witches, though she does have a good deal of vampire ones). To her, it's the single most important day on the calendar. Extremely stereotypical Royale High player.

SHIZUKU

Black and red edgelord, though much more in the "demon queen who wants to take over the world" way than the "haha I wear a shirt with a cropped anime ahegao girl and some Japanese text that doesn't actually mean anything" way. Also an avid Royale High player, but slightly less stereotypical than Airi.

VIVID BAD SQUAD

KOHANE

Animal-themed softie. (Honestly these fits are super cute.) Plays vibe games and "soft" roleplay games, as well as whatever An's playing (so mostly Da Hood).

One of THOSE annoying rich kid Rogangsters/CnPs. Also one of those toxic assholes you meet in Da Hood/club and vibe games. Unironically goes on digital dates with Kohane in games.

AKITO

Goth weeb. Makes "uwu me and my partner are so cute in roblox" TikToks with Toya. Mostly plays Da Hood, Royale High and anime fighting/roleplay games. Probably does Genshin cosplays as well let's be real.

TOYA

Another one of those types who have no idea how to make R6 work and think R15 is the devil, except he's a softie who looks like he came out of an R63 animation instead of a DH-obsessed barb like Shiho. Plays dance games that allow you to use R6, as well as whatever Akito's playing (but only if he wants to make a video with him, he stays away from games that force R15 at all costs unless Akito needs him there for whatever reason).

WONDERLANDS X SHOWTIME

TSUKASA

Only has one outfit because he doesn't go into games where people care and only even bought it in the first place because he got mad at people at school for bullying him for being a bacon. A veritable god at simulators.

EMU

A rare non-toxic rich kid. Her outfits are all super pink and covered in bunnies. Has TONS of lim faces (SSHF and the butterfly ones are just her favourites). Plays EVERYTHING that gets on the front page (and enjoys most of it too).

NENE

An edgy weeb similar to Akito, but one I'd personally argue is a lot cooler than him. Almost exclusively plays anime fighting games, though she'll also join Tsukasa regularly. (Fun fact: I liked the avatar on the left with the cat shirt so much I bought it and used it for a few days.)

RUI

One of those dudes who only wears girl outfits. Will wear literally anything as long as it's feminine, has a consistent colour scheme and looks good with the makeup faces and mage anims. Plays every game that gets stereotyped as an "ODer game" in the hopes that someone will think he's a hot girl IRL and ask for his social media.

NIGHTCORD AT 25:00

KANADE

No particular style. Only buys clothes she sees other people wearing in games and only does vague searches for keywords or colours for accessories (such as "eye" or "black"). All her avatars (even besides these ones) wear hoodies and have extra eyes somewhere on them. Plays a lot of PVP and building games.

MAFUYU

Only has one avatar, because she doesn't care enough to make more. Only plays front-page games. Extremely basic.

ENA

Yet ANOTHER R6 obsessor who doesn't know how to style it, except this time she's a self-proclaimed "emo" who doesn't even know it was a music scene first and the fashion came later. Plays drawing games, 2D fandom roleplay games and Booth Plaza/Rate My Avatar.

MIZUKI

UwU kawaii pastel pink and rainbow softie, who also probably uses this to hide the fact they're actually super toxic. Plays dress-up and hangout games.

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alice-in-strangetown · 11 months

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Sims Tag

tagged by @nervosims

1. What’s your favourite sims death?

Hm... it might be the satellite in TS2. It’s really rare but not rare enough that it doesn’t happen. And it’s so sudden when it does happen!! I’m always a little bit afraid of letting my sims stargaze or cloudgaze because of it, especially if I’m really attached to them.

2. Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Definitely Maxis Match, but sometimes I like to lean a little bit Maxis Mix. Maxis Mix is kind of what people mean when they say “Maxis Match” for TS2 anyway and you have to call it “True Maxis Match” or something if you’re actually matching TS2′s style. I think the “True Maxis Match” style is really cute too if only because it’s really nostalgic. I kind of hate most of the Maxis hair but I’ve been trying to lean into more of a True Maxis look for clothing in TS2 lately.

3. Do you cheat when your sims gain weight?

No, I wouldn’t even think to do that! I do think the rate at which sims both gain and lose weight in TS4 is a bit ridiculous so I have a mod that slows them both down. In TS2 and TS3 I just let whatever happens with their weight happen but the “fat” body type in TS2 hardly looks different from the thin one anyway, which is a bit of a shame.

4. Do you use move objects?

Does anyone not?

5. Favorite mod?

I want to say Lazy Duchess’s Autonomous Proposal/Break Up mod because I really, really love that mod but it actually might have to be Midge the Tree’s edit of simler’s Romantic Standards because that’s really what makes all of the incredible romantic drama in my neighborhoods possible and I would miss it terribly if I ever had to play without it!

6. First expansion/game/stuff pack you got?

Hm... I guess it must have been Livin’ Large since that was the first one that came out. (Not to brag or anything but I’ve been playing The Sims since the year 2000~ 💅)

7. Do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing?

It’s pronounced like “living” and I will die on this hill! The three game modes are all verbs!! The one you build in, the one you buy in, and the one you live in!!! Making one of them randomly be an adjective throws the whole thing off grammatically!

8. Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

The sims that I get attached to are usually born, not made. I really rarely actually make sims in CAS. Um... you’re not going to make me choose a favorite child, though, are you?

9. Have you made a simself?

Oh lots of times! I used to make sims of myself and my family all the time when I was younger. I think it would feel a little weird to actually play with my simself now (at least in my usual play style) but sometimes it’s fun to see if you can recreate yourself!

10. What sim traits do you give yourself?

Like Sims 3 traits? Maybe clumsy, friendly, frugal, good, and absent-minded? I would hate to actually play with that sim though because the absent-minded trait is SO annoying in gameplay! In Sims 4... maybe clumsy, gloomy, and outgoing?

11. Which is your favorite EA hair color?

I don’t think I have one. In TS2 they’re all fine and in TS4 a handful of them are really bad but the rest of them are fine. I don’t think there’s any that I particularly like.

12. Favorite EA hair?

I used to really like shortperm when I was younger and I still think it's cute. That’s what my hair looked like when I was in high school.

13. Favorite life stage?

I think teens in TS2 are really fun so it’s a bit of a shame that the lifespan I use cuts it a bit short. I’ve also quickly grown really fond of the new infant lifestage in TS4. They’re just too danged cute I can’t stand it!!!

14. Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

I mean, I’m absolutely in it for the gameplay but I also have fun building!

15. Are you a CC creator?

Sometimes! Mods more often than cc but I rarely find time and energy to work on them so I haven’t made much.

16. Do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad?

Yeah, I’ve definitely got some friends here 💜

17. What’s your favorite game? (1, 2, 3, or 4)

It’s definitely Sims 2. I think all of the games have their strengths though (even Sims 4)

18. Do you have any sims merch?

Is it kind of a crime that I don’t? Maybe I should.

19. Do you have a YouTube for sims?

I do! This one is for edited Let’s Plays (so far just The Sims 2 for PSP. I haven’t uploaded there in a while but I have some recordings on my computer so I should be active again soon. We are going to finish this game!). And this one is for stream VODs. I stream The Sims 2 every Monday and Friday on Twitch and for the month of June, we’re fundraising for the Transgender Law Center so we’ve got some extra fun stuff going on~

20. How has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing?

I can’t really remember what my sims used to look like when I was younger but my play style has definitely changed a lot! When I was younger, I used to micro-manage my sims so much I might as well have turned off autonomy! I prefer to let my sims shape their own lives now and I actually hate having to make decisions for them.

21. What’s your Origin ID?

It’s batsandbabydolls! I have a few builds up for download there.

22. Who’s your favorite CC creator?

Um... obviously everyone at @the-crypt-o-club. No I’m not biased! 😉

23. How long have you had a simblr?

I guess I first made it in 2016 but I didn’t actually start using it until late 2019. I usually just shove everything on my main blog so it’s a miracle I have one at all.

24. How do you edit your pictures?

I use GIMP. The edits I do are usually pretty minor though because I use reShade when I take pictures I care about enough to edit.

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next?

I haven’t bought High School Years yet, but I might have to because teenagers in TS4 are boring as hell without them! I’m just really irritated that they released it separately from Growing Together since it feels like that pack fleshed out every life stage except teenagers and they definitely worked on both at the same time because they were released one right after the other and EPs take a long time. Everything from that pack other than the active high school feels like it could have been part of Growing Together if you ask me! (If you mean what pack do I want them to release next, none. Please let Sims 4 die already 😌)

25. What expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far?

Sims 1: Makin’ Magic Sims 2: Uh... Nightlife? (they’re all really good is the problem) Sims 3: Late Night? Generations? idk man not a single one of them is bad!! Sims 4: Might be Growing Together tbh. Or maybe Parenthood? Vampires and Paranormal are definitely up there too. They obviously don’t flesh your game out as broadly but I do really like them.

I’m tagging @blairmace, @baticeer-sims, @deathpoke1qa, and @livinginalandfill

#Thanks for tagging me! This was really fun! 💜#replies

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maybeimamuppet · 2 years

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home away from home

heyyyy everybodyyyyy

sorry it’s been a minute since i’ve posted anything!! i’m going through some stuff in my personal life that makes writing kinda tough but nobody cares about that so let’s get into this!!

this is a request fill for gracerailly on ao3 who requested the whole main squad going on vacation together so here’s 15k words of found family vacation brainrot. also the twins are back bc it’s my mental breakdown and i get to pick the characters so enjoy that lol

tw for

brief discussion of pregnancy complications

mentioned depression

and as always please let me know if i’ve missed something so i can add it in :)

enjoy!

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Cady and Janis are blowing up balloons. Very important balloons, because tomorrow is their daughters’ first birthday. Janis’ face is a bit red from the effort and Cady is getting progressively more exhausted.

Cady yelps quietly into a balloon when their phones both go off at the same time. Janis laughs and checks hers to see what it is. It turns out to be a message from Regina in their friend group chat.

reginald: Hey, by any chance do you guys have plans for the Fourth of July?

reginald: Definitely not related to the girls’ birthday present at all.

snarkisian: i don’t think so ??? why ??

reginald: Good. Don’t.

snarkisian: what ???

reginald: Don’t make any plans. For that whole week.

reginald: And that goes for the rest of you too.

snarkisian: reggie wtf

snarkisian: this is so ominous what are you planning

reginald: Fun.

snarkisian: that’s not helping

reginald: You’ll find out tomorrow oh my god. Just let me have this.

snarkisian: ok ok damn

reginald: Thank you. Goodnight and happy birthday twins!!

snarkisian: ?????? goodnight

“Reggie’s up to something,” Janis sighs, clicking her phone off. They both look around at the sea of balloons around them and realize they can’t see the floor anymore. “This is probably enough.”

“I think so,” Cady chuckles breathlessly. “Let’s go to bed, we have a big day tomorrow.”

“Big day indeed,” Janis murmurs, kissing her wife and leading them up to bed.

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“Okay, let’s find out what this creepy mystery present your aunties got you is, hm?” Janis says, holding Leo on her lap. Cady has Layla on her lap next to them, and they help the twins open a large bag in front of them.

Layla happily pulls out all the tissue paper and wags it around, seeming more excited about the crinkle sounds than the actual present underneath. Leo reaches in and pulls out a tiny sun hat.

“Aww,” Cady coos. “How cute! Little hats.”

“There’s more, keep going,” Karen chuckles as Leo puts the hat on and it falls over her eyes. The twins pull out two little bathing suits, and two pairs of adorable sandals.

“So what does this have to do with… any of that shit yesterday?” Janis asks confusedly.

“Where can they wear that stuff?” Gretchen asks. Cady looks up as she catches on to what’s happening.

“A beach?”

“We bought a lake house, we thought we’d take all of you there for the Fourth,” Regina nods.

“Oh my god! That’s awesome!” Cady says. “Girls, you get to go on your first beach trip!”

“That’s… not what I was expecting, but… wow,” Janis says. She looks at Leo, who now has both hats on and is wearing her sandals on her hands. “I think this one is more excited about the clothes.”

Leo looks up at her and giggles when Janis adjusts her hats so she can see again. Janis bends down to kiss her chubby cheek.

“Little goof. Only a year old and you’re already trying to be funny.”

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They all have about a month to prepare for the trip, and gather supplies. Cady and Janis decided that trying to fly back to Illinois wasn’t quite something they were ready to face with two babies and decided to drive. Aaron and Damian said they’d drive with them, and the Plastics begrudgingly joined. So they all chipped in to rent a large van and decided to go together.

Cady frantically researched tips for taking wee ones on long car trips, and found that the best tip is to leave early, while they’re asleep, so they’re quiet for a good chunk of the trip. Their friends seem much less on board with the idea of waking up at four in the morning to get going, but understand that it’s a necessary evil.

Janis is the strongest night owl, so she’s told to be the first driver while everyone else sleeps in the back.

All the luggage gets loaded in and pets dropped off at daycare the day before, so they can just hop in and go. Or so was the plan.

Cady carefully transfers the babies to their car seats from their cribs so they don’t wake up, before she tucks them back in with their little blankets and stuffies. Janis puts them in the car, with Regina stuck in between. She’s the most… apprehensive, of the babies, so they decided to give her babysitting duty while the twins would spend most of the time asleep.

“Is everyone here?” Janis yawns, taking a solid swig of her coffee to help wake her up.

“Damian’s not,” Aaron replies.

“Ugh.” Janis huffs. “I’ll go get him.”

She opens her door and stomps back to her house, opening the front door to yell for her best friend. “Damian! Come out!”

“I’m gay!” Damian yells back.

“To the car, dumbass! We gotta go!”

“Car, I’m gay!” Damian replies childishly, coming downstairs in a onesie. “Chill, I had to finish my skincare routine.”

“Caddy wants to go before the smalls wake up, come on,” Janis grumbles.

“It’s five in the morning!” Damian retorts. “We got time.”

“You don’t know these babies,” Janis sighs. Damian clambers in the back next to his boyfriend while Janis climbs back into her seat. “Okay. For the love of fuck, do we have everything and everyone?”

“Yeah,” Regina yawns. “Let’s go.”

“Thank Christ.”

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Janis and Cady switch places at their first stop, after about three hours of driving. By some miracle, both babies are still asleep. Regina is subbed out for Damian and they’re back on the road within fifteen minutes.

The second break comes much quicker than they were hoping, only about half an hour later. Leo wakes up and rubs her little eyes with a fist, before looking around with a yawn. She whimpers when she sees she’s in her seat and neither of her moms are anywhere to be found.

“Oh no, you’re okay,” Damian says frantically when she starts to cry. Leo looks at him with a little wail and reaches for him, straining against her buckles. “Uh… I can’t take you out, but you don’t have to cry! Your moms are right there, we didn’t steal you, I promise!”

Leo’s crying wakes up Layla, who also begins fussing when she can’t find her moms. Damian frantically tries to calm them, dancing their little toys in front of their faces and making sure they both have their pacifiers.

“Sorry Dame,” Cady apologizes. “They should calm down in a second. And we’re almost to a gas station, I’ll pull over there.”

“It’s okay,” Damian says. “Poor things.”

He tries to play peekaboo with both of them

at the same time until they can stop. It doesn’t quite work, but it distracts them enough that they stop crying quite so loud.

“Here we go,” Cady says. Everyone stretches and works their way out, while Cady and Janis see to their daughters. Janis grabs Layla and Cady gets Leo. “Hi, munchkin! Did you wake up all alone? Poor baby, come here.”

Leo gratefully cuddles into her mama and smiles when she sees Janis inside the building. Janis passes Layla over so Cady can go get them changed and dressed for the day.

“Where’s Cady?” Regina asks, browsing the racks of snacks inside.

“She’s with the babies,” Janis answers. “Getting them dressed.”

“Speak of the devil,” Damian says as the restroom door opens and Cady exits, carrying Leo and holding hands with Layla. “Oh my goodness.”

Everyone turns to see what he’s talking about, and give similar reactions. The girls are dressed as little watermelons, in green short shorts and red and black polka dot tunic tops with green trim. And complete with matching watermelon patterned sandals.

“Aww, my little melons!” Janis coos, taking Leo as she reaches for her. “Hi Bee. You still sleepy?” Leo nods and rests her head on her shoulder. “Aww. You can sleep in the car. Sweet girl.”

Layla lets go of her mama’s hand and takes shaky steps over to greet her aunties and uncles. She makes it to Aaron first and reaches to be picked up.

“Hi Lala!” Aaron greets happily, picking her up and tossing her in the air before holding her close. She giggles and tries to stick her little fingers in his mouth. Aaron doesn’t let her, but he moves his chin to make her laugh. “Cool outfit!”

Damian comes up and gently kisses his niece’s cheek. Layla squeals happily and leans closer into Aaron. “And these outfits are reversible. If you turn them this way,” he explains, taking Layla and holding her upside-down. “Little strawberries!”

Layla laughs as she looks around upside-down, and shrieks happily as her exposed belly gets tickled. Damian laughs with her as he turns her back the right way.

“Crazies,” Cady chuckles affectionately. “Are we ready to go again?”

“I think so,” Gretchen replies, armed with the snacks her partners have purchased and made her help carry. Everyone else nods and heads back out into the parking lot.

They settle back into the same spots, since this stretch of the trip was shorter than they had counted on. The twins seem more okay with their moms being out of sight now that they’re less sleepy, and are content to play games with Damian and babble about the things they see out the windows.

Damian smiles as Leo grabs onto his hand and goes quiet, her little fists wrapped around his ring and index fingers as she looks wistfully out the window. Layla shrieks happily as she sees some cows out her own window.

“What are those, Lala?” Damian asks. “Are they cows? What do cows say?”

“Moooooo!” Layla replies eagerly, pointing to the creatures as they go by. Everyone laughs.

“Yeah, good job,” Damian chuckles, tickling her belly. Layla giggles happily and tries to wiggle away as best she can.

“She loves animals, she knows all the sounds,” Cady replies. “Except pigs.”

“Why pigs?”

“Janis never read that page in their story right. Now they think pigs say ‘you have a right to remain silent.’”

“It’s important knowledge!” Janis defends. “How many times are they actually gonna need to know the sound a pig makes?”

“When we get letters home from their preschool that they’ve incited a riot, you’re handling it,” Cady giggles. “I’m just glad they’re not copying you yet.”

“I’m just raising them with street smarts.”

“Uhhuh,” Cady replies sarcastically. “Have fun using that excuse to bail them out of jail.”

“We’re raising them to be decent humans too, they won’t be in jail! I’m just doing this, like, you know. Just in case.”

“Whatever you say, my love.”

——————

After another few hours, it’s Damian’s turn to drive, and nobody is safe.

Surprisingly, it seems to be going well for the first fifteen minutes or so.

Then, Regina pipes up from the back.

“Guys?”

“Yeah?” Janis replies, looking in the mirror to see them from her spot in the passenger seat.

“Where’s Aaron?” Regina asks. Janis whips around and looks, counting everyone. Babies, Cady, Plastics, Damian… no Aaron.

“Oh my god, we left him at the gas station!” Damian screeches. “I’m a terrible boyfriend!”

“Turn around!” Janis shrieks as well.

“I can’t, this is a no U-turn zone! When’s the next exit?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Well, look!” Damian demands.

Janis does, frantically switching between looking for road signs and looking at her phone map until they find somewhere they can safely turn around and head back to the previous rest stop. Everyone in the backseats is howling with laughter.

Finally, they get turned around and headed to rescue their lost passenger. Janis calls Aaron to let him know they’re on their way back.

“I was wondering how long it would take you guys to notice,” is the first thing Aaron says when the call connects.

“Babe, we’ll be right there, we’re heading back right now!” Damian says frantically.

“Take your time. I’ll just be here. Aaaaalll alone. Because you forgot me.”

“I’m sorry but now is not the time to be petty!”

“You forgot me at a gas station!” Aaron huffs.

“By accident!”

“Mmhmm,” Aaron chuckles. “Don’t worry, honey. I made friends with the cashier, got some snacks, it’s all good.”

“I love you!” Damian says desperately. Aaron laughs.

“Uhhuh. You owe me for this,” he replies. Janis gags at the implications. “Sorry Janis.”

“Your room better be as far away from ours as possible,” Janis grumbles.

“Whatever you want, babe,” Damian purrs into the phone.

“Okay hanging up now byeeee!” Janis says desperately before she hangs up on Aaron. She turns to her best friend and huffs, “You are paying for my brain bleach.”

“I love you.”

“I hope we crash.”

—-

As soon as he parks the car (rather poorly), Damian throws his door open and runs to find his boyfriend. The rest of them follow and find Damian clinging to Aaron like a lost child and frantically apologizing into his shoulder. Aaron, ironically, is the one doing the comforting as he weakly pats Damian’s shoulder.

“Dame, smile,” Gretchen teases. “I’m making a scrapbook of this trip.”

“You’re all awful,” Damian grumbles, refusing to remove himself from his boyfriend.

“I take it I’m driving now?” Aaron chuckles.

Damian nods. “I’m distraught.”

“Uhhuh.” Aaron hums. “Alright, I’ve spent more than enough time here, let’s go.”

—————-

After many, many hours and several naps on everyone’s parts, they’re finally on the last leg of the trip. Gretchen takes over driving for Regina, which means Regina is in charge of the tunes.

Naturally, she starts blasting Taylor Swift, to some mixed reactions. Janis laughs as her little ones dance along as best they can all buckled into their seats. Layla gives some very vigorous head-bangs that don’t totally match the vibe of the song, and Leo seems content to just wiggle in her seat to the beat of the music.

After a couple songs, Regina’s playlist brings up I Knew You Were Trouble. Regina, Cady, Gretchen, Karen and Damian all immediately sing along. Janis and Aaron join rather more begrudgingly. And the babies, evidently feeling left out, begin to babble along as well.

When it gets to the chorus, the volume level could rival a jet engine. Everyone screams along, including the little ones as they catch on to the rhythm of the song. They don’t quite get it at the right time, but they’ve got the spirit.

“Yeah, sing it, girls!” Regina cheers, turning around to smile at her nieces. They can’t see her, but their volume does pick up a little bit in response. “Get those emotions out. Hell yeah.”

“Don’t fucking swear in front of my kids!” Janis chides. Cady gently thwacks her on the back of the head. “Ouch.”

“Practice what you preach,” Cady hums lovingly, popping up to kiss her wife’s cheek to make up for the clearly very severe injury she’s inflicted. “They already copy you, it won’t be too long before they start trying to copy what you say.”

“They would never,” Janis scoffs, aghast at the mere suggestion that her children would ever so much as dare to curse. “Right, Bug?”

“Aaah!” Layla says.

“Ladybug, the song is over,” Janis laughs. “Should we play it again?”

Layla nods eagerly, already wiggling in preparation to dance again. Janis bends to kiss her nose as Regina skips back to it.

“You’re a very good dancer, Loopsy,” Janis chuckles. “And you too, Bumblebee.”

Leo looks away from her window and at her mommy, giving a precious little grin when she sees her. Janis smiles back and kisses her cheek.

Leo whines when she pulls back and reaches for her again. Janis smiles sadly and gently holds her baby’s little face. “You wanna cuddle? We’re almost there, you just have to stay in your seat a little bit longer.”

Leo starts to cry when she pulls her hand away. Janis pouts and puts her hand back, but Leo doesn’t calm down.

“Baby, it’s okay,” Janis hushes gently. “Just a few more minutes and then I can hold you, I promise. Oh my goodness, Bee, why are you so sad?”

Almost like a repeat of the morning, Layla also starts to cry as they get closer to their destination and her window is no longer enough to entertain her. Janis pops between them to pepper kisses over their little faces in a ditch attempt to calm them down.

Cady starts playing peek-a-boo with Layla from behind the seat, which distracts her enough that she stops crying. Leo keeps wailing no matter how many smooches she gets from her mommy.

Janis is almost desperate enough to take Leo out of her seat while they’re still moving by the time they finally arrive at their lake house. Janis wastes no time undoing her baby’s buckles and picking her up for a cuddle.

Everyone works their way out of the car and grabs either a baby or a bag to carry inside. Cady stops Layla from running full speed into the lake, and Janis continues trying to calm Leo down.

By the time they cross the threshold, Leo is dead asleep against her shoulder. Cady enters with the other one, panting slightly after their little game of chase.

“Sleepy little girl,” she hums quietly, kissing Leo’s teary cheek as she passes by. “Still can’t drift off without a cuddle.”

“I’m not complaining,” Janis whispers, carefully holding the back of Leo’s head. Layla wiggles out of Cady’s hold as soon as they’re inside and runs off in the first direction she can.

“Guys, heads up, baby incoming!” Cady calls to their friends in the living room. Her daughters have only been walking for less than six months, so she could easily catch her if she wanted to, but she feels it’s important for Layla to get some energy out. “Just don’t let her kill herself, please!”

“We got it!” Aaron calls back. Cady grins and turns to her wife.

“Regina said we’re in the first door on the left upstairs, can you go put her down?”

“Yeah,” Janis replies, crouching down a bit so Cady can kiss the baby goodnight before heading up to their room. Cady heads into the living room to find the other one.

Layla is running in a loop around the island in the kitchen and all the way through the living room. Their friends are all standing around watching her go, except Karen, who decided to join her.

Cady crouches down behind the counter and waits. When two little pigtails pop out, so does she, with a, “Bwah!”

Layla shrieks in surprise and freezes, turning to see her. She laughs when she sees it’s just her mama and carries on running around.

“How long will she keep going?” Regina asks, watching her niece and partner chase each other in circles.

“As long as it takes,” Cady shrugs.

“As long as it takes to what?” Damian asks in slight concern. Layla suddenly collapses face first on the ground, sound asleep.

“That.”

“This happen often?” Aaron chuckles.

“You have no idea,” Cady sighs as she goes to scoop her daughter off the floor. “Lotta energy in this little body. Goodnight, everybody.”

“Goodnight!”

—-

Cady is woken the next morning by ‘singing’. One of her babies has evidently decided to begin her day with a little jam session, and Cady can almost recognize it as one of the Taylor Swift songs from yesterday. It’s a strange, but adorable change from how their days usually begin. She yawns and heads to go get them up for the morning.

“Good morning, gi-“ she says as she approaches the cribs. One of them is missing. “Girl. Bee, where’s sissy?”

“Dedede,” Leo explains, pointing to the door and then her sister’s crib.

“Uncle Damian took her? Should we get dressed and go find them?” Leo nods and reaches out for her, so Cady scoops her up and kisses her all over her little face. Upon turning back to the bed, she notices Janis is also missing. “What about Mommy, do you know where she went?”

Leo shakes her head, sitting patiently on the big bed while her mama picks out her clothes for the day. Cady grins seeing her baby looking so small huddled amongst the pillows.

“We’ll find her too then, hm? Or maybe we just stay here all day and hide together. I like Leo and Mama days, what do you think?” she chuckles. Leo shrieks happily as Cady suddenly leaps onto the bed next to her and starts tickling her belly and blowing raspberries on her cheeks. “Yeah, maybe another day. Let’s get you dressed, come here.”

Leo is very helpful as Cady gets her out of her jammies and into her little swimsuit and sundress that the Plastics had bought her. Miraculously, it all still fits perfectly.

“There we go, you’re all dressed! You look very pretty in your little beach ouffit!” Cady coos. Leo grins and hunches in on herself sheepishly. “You’re so cute, I can’t take it. Okay, let’s go find sissy and Mommy, come on.”

“Lalala,” Leo helpfully informs her upon hearing her sister in the kitchen.

“I hear her too, I think she’s in here,” Cady says as she pushes the door open. “Yeah, here’s everybody!”

“Hey!” Everyone choruses upon seeing the two of them.

“I was gonna take both and give them breakfast but this little munchkin was still sleepy,” Damian says, taking his niece from Cady as she reaches for him. “But now she looks fantastic in this little tropical getup!”

“Beach ready,” Janis chuckles, kissing her baby good morning and offering her some banana to eat. “You have pineapples on your dress, you look so pretty!”

Leo giggles happily and munches on her banana. Layla looks up from her spot on Karen’s lap and bleats happily as she spies her mama. Cady laughs and goes to greet her other baby.

“Good morning, my sweet girl! Did you wake up early today and hang out with your aunties and uncles?” she asks. Layla giggles and cuddles into her shoulder. “Aww, hi. I missed you too. Are you excited to go to the beach today?”

“Eee!” Layla squeals happily. Cady laughs and kisses her temple.

“Almost! Beach.”

“Eee.”

“We’ll work on it,” Cady sighs. “Should we go get you dressed too?” Layla nods and points upstairs, so Cady carries her back up to get her ready for the day.

By the time Layla and Cady are both ready, everyone else has gotten changed and packed and sunscreened for a day at the beach. Cady returns to find Leo now fully decked out in her beach hat, sandals and some teeny tiny shades.

“Oh my goodness, Leo, you look so cool!” she laughs. “Should we go?”

“Yeah, come on,” Regina says. Their place is practically on the beach, so they just have a short walk to be on the shore of the lake. Layla toddles the whole way herself, holding her mothers’ hands, and Leo rides on Damian’s shoulders.

When she sees the lake, Layla immediately tries to take off towards it to go swim. She makes it a few inches before Janis’ grip tightens slightly on her hand and she falls onto her bum.

“Blelele,” she says pleadingly, pointing to the water.

“You can go to the water in just a second, we just have to go with you!” Cady giggles. “Come here.”

Layla lets her mama take off her dress and sandals so she’s left in her baby bikini. She giggles as Cady blows a raspberry on her tummy and picks her up. Janis does the same to Leo, and they head down to see how their daughters react to their first real body of water.

Aaron and Karen both tear past them and cannonball into the water, making the little ones giggle as they hear the splash.

“Okay, ready?” Cady asks, holding Layla aloft. Layla kicks her legs in excitement and squeals happily as Cady bends down to dip her little toes in the lake. “What do you think? Is it cold?”

“She’s definitely our little fishy,” Janis laughs as Layla starts kicking again to splash. “Let’s see what this little munchkin thinks.”

She bends down next to Cady and Layla to dip Leo’s toes in. Leo looks at the waves lapping against her little feet for a moment before she bursts into tears.

“Oh no, baby,” Janis says sadly, standing back up and holding Leo close. “You don’t like it?”

Leo wails in reply, wiggling herself as close to her mommy as she can get. Janis pouts and rubs her back to comfort her.

“Mamamama,” Leo begs, reaching a little hand for Cady. Cady pouts and switches twins with her wife.

“Come here pumpkin, it’s okay. Let’s go play in the sand, we can try the water another time. Shh, sweetheart, Mama’s got you,” Cady hushes. Leo sniffles and buries her face in her neck. Cady kisses Layla and Janis goodbye and heads to find where Damian and Regina are sunbathing.

“Hey!” Damian greets. His energy shifts when he sees the distraught baby in Cady’s arms. “Oh no, Leo! You didn’t like the lake?”

“She’s just not ready yet,” Cady says, giving Leo a little bounce and drying her tears with her thumb. “We’ll hang out up here for a while and watch.”

“Yeah, there’s plenty of room,” Regina says, scooting over a bit so they can sit between herself and Damian. Gretchen seems to be asleep already in the sand next to her. Cady settles on a towel and kisses Leo’s temple.

“Dede,” Leo murmurs, pointing to her uncle. Cady grins and peppers more kisses to the top of her head.

“You wanna sit with Uncle Damian? Okay, here,” she says, passing her over. Damian happily takes her and holds her in his lap.

“Yeah, hey, Leo,” he says, propping her up on his knees. Leo finally smiles and reaches to grab his face. “Ow, watch the hair. Let’s see… can you say Damian? This is gonna be your first word or so help me. Damian.”

“Dedede,” Leo replies, tugging on one of his ears. Damian gently removes her little fist and looks into her bright blue eyes.

“Daaaaamian. Day.”

“De?” Leo echoes. Damian nods.

“Me.”

“Mee!”

“An.”

“Na.”

“Damian!”

“Dedede,” Leo says again. Damian sighs.

“We’ll work on it.”

“Damian’s tricky, give her a break,” Cady laughs. “Janis is still just ‘Mee’.”

“Mee?” Leo asks, looking around for Janis.

“Mommy’s with Lala,” Cady replies, pointing to her wife and other daughter splashing around the lake.

She laughs as Layla gives a particularly vigorous one and they can just barely hear Janis call, “You little stinker!” as she’s showered with cold water.

Leo seems content now that she knows where her mommy is, and turns back to her uncle. Damian tickles her belly, earning himself a happy shriek as she tries to wiggle away.

“Has she been in the sand yet?” he asks Cady.

“No, do you want to try?” Cady responds. Damian nods and makes a sort of hoop with his legs, resting Leo in between so she’s contained but still has a little bit of room to explore.

Leo looks up at him curiously, confused by the rough new texture against her little legs. Damian picks up a handful of sand and rains it down over her little feet. She wiggles her toes and grabs her own handful to investigate.

“What do you think?“ Damian asks. “You’re not crying, that’s a good sign. No, don’t eat it.”

Leo pouts as he catches her fist halfway to her mouth and brushes the sand off her chubby palm.

“Don’t look at me like that, I can’t let you eat sand,” Damian pleads. “You look too much like a tiny Janis, I can’t handle it.”

“Don’t they? I’m always saying they look like if she shrunk and had blue eyes,” Cady says. “Can you keep an eye on her? I wanna go check on Jay and Lala.”

“Of course,” Damian replies. Regina doesn’t say anything, having joined Gretchen in dreamland. Cady kisses both Damian and Leo’s cheeks before she heads back to the shore.

“There’s Mama, Ladybug, look!” Janis says when she sees Cady standing there. “Tell her to come swim!”

“Mamamama!” Layla babbles happily, reaching out for Cady.

“No way,” Cady laughs. “This lake is freezing.”

“It’s not so bad,” Janis begs. “Come onnnn.”

“Mamama,” Layla pouts, straining against Janis to try to get Cady to come in.

“Pleeeeease?” Janis adds. Cady rolls her eyes lovingly.

“Fine. You’re lucky you’re both cute. Stand back.”

“Why-ack!”

Janis and Layla both yelp as Cady dives into the lake, showering them both with freezing cold water.

“Caddy!”

“I told you to stand back,” Cady giggles as she pops back above the surface. Layla laughs and reaches for her. “Hi, baby bug! Come here.”

“Can you show Mama what we practiced?” Janis asks. Layla nods and eagerly wiggles away. Cady almost panics when Janis suddenly lets her go, but Layla just turns onto her back so she can breathe and kicks her legs until she bumps into her mama’s chest.

“Oh my god, Lala! That’s amazing!” Cady gasps. “Look at you go, I’m so proud of you!”

Janis swims over too, squishing the baby between them as she leans to give Cady a kiss. “She wanted to swim, so… we worked on our backstroke.”

“You guys did great,” Cady grins. “You’re such a good mommy. Huh, Ladybug? We love Mommy so much.”

Layla nods and cuddles into Janis, who smiles widely and peppers kisses against Layla’s temple. “I love you too.”

Layla giggles happily as she’s suddenly held high in the air, and splashes as she’s brought back to the water.

“We’re gonna work on that next,” Janis huffs. “No more splashing.”

Impishly, Layla splashes again, showering her moms in cold water.

“Let her have her fun, she’s still little enough that she can’t do that much damage,” Cady hums. She’s suddenly hit with a small tidal wave. “I take it back.”

“Not very nice, Ladybug,” Janis chides gently. Layla rubs her chest with her little hand to say sorry in sign language. “Aww. We forgive you, baby. Here, splash this way.”

“They’re getting better with their signing,” Cady says happily as Layla gleefully splashes all she wants away from people.��

“Yeah,” Janis grins. “You want this?”

“Sure,” Cady laughs as she holds Layla aloft. “Gimme dis baby.”

“I’m gonna go make sure Damian hasn’t killed Leo,” Janis says, handing Layla to her wife and kissing them both. “Or the other way around. Have fun.”

“You too,” Cady giggles. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis calls from the shoreline.

Janis returns to find Leo lying next to her uncle on the sand, with her arms bent up under her head and her legs crossed so they’re lying in the same position. She’s also wearing Damian’s sunglasses and her own pacifier, and seems content to just chill.

“Lishy, you look so cool!” she laughs. “Look at your shades.”

Leo grabs them and pulls them down so she can see, and grins when she sees her mommy sitting down next to her. “Mee.”

“Yeah, hi baby,” Janis grins. Leo takes her sunglasses off and hands them back to her uncle, nuzzling into her mommy. Janis grins and gently brushes a hand through her short curls. “What have you been up to?”

“Sananana,” Leo explains. “Dede.”

“Sounds fun,” Janis nods, as if she understands what Leo is saying. “Come here.”

Leo giggles happily as Janis scoops her up and holds her in her lap, resting her head on Janis’ chest. Damian tips his head slightly to see his niece, and smiles as she seems to get much sleepier as soon as she’s being cuddled.

“She’s so cute,” he says, watching Leo’s eyes flutter shut and her breathing even out. Janis carefully cradles her baby against her and nods.

“She has good genes,” she murmurs. “My little cuddle bug.”

“They’re already so different,” Damian says.

“They always have been. Leo’s always been quieter and cuddlier. And Layla’s been running away from us since she could roll herself over,” Janis chuckles. “I just… like, you know I love you. And I obviously love Caddy more than I can say. But I never thought I could… love something this much. Let alone two of them. Like… they’re me, y’know? They’re only a year old and they’ve already helped me feel so much more confident and settled in myself.”

“I’m glad,” Damian murmurs. “And I can see why. They’re so sweet. And absolutely precious. You’re a great mom, Janjan.”

“Thanks,” Janis grins, gently fiddling with one of her baby’s curls. “Have you and Aaron talked about kids at all?”

“Not really. I think I got drunk once and kept talking about how we should have a baby,” Damian says, his eyes seeming a bit haunted at the vague memories. “But nothing serious.”

“That’s fair,” Janis says, trying not to laugh at the mental image and wake her child. “You’d be a good dad. You’re already a great uncle.”

“I try,” Damian chuckles. “They make it pretty easy.”

“Yeah,” Janis grins. “I got lucky there. Once they came home they were some of the easiest babies I’ve seen. Made everything worth it.”

“Worth it?” Damian asks, tipping his head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Janis sighs and tenses slightly. “Well, you know everything while Caddy was pregnant. That was a lot of bullshit. But we also only got pregnant on our third try. None of the embryos implanted the first time and we had a miscarriage the second.”

“Oh god,” Damian whispers in horror. “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“She didn’t want to,” Janis replies, looking out to the lake and smiling as she sees her wife laughing at Layla. “It messed both of us up for a long time, she just wanted to… process it on her own time and try to move on as best she could. And we wanted it to be more of a surprise when we actually got pregnant.”

“That makes sense,” Damian nods. “And it definitely was a surprise. I didn’t think you even wanted kids.”

“I didn’t either,” Janis says. “For a long time. But Caddy… she… she’s perfect. I knew she would be a perfect mama, that we’d be doing it together. I realized I just wanted a bigger family with her. And she had been asking for a long time, she kinda wore me down, too.”

Damian laughs outright at that. “I’m glad. You seem so much happier now than you used to be.”

“I am,” Janis whispers, kissing the top of a little head. Leo stirs slightly, but Janis just slips her pacifier back between her lips and she drifts off again. “I think I’ll always have stuff going on in my head. But now I have more reasons to get out of bed and fight it. And I’m still in therapy and stuff. But yeah, high school Janis would not have believed you if you told her this is where she’d end up.”

“I think that’s for the best,” Damian says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m happy for you too,” Janis says. “You seem really happy with Aaron.”

“I am,” Damian says with a fond smile, watching his boyfriend act a fool in the water with Karen. “He’s the best partner I think I’ve ever had.”

“Good,” Janis says. “You know what I’d do if he wasn’t.”

“Easy, tiger,” Damian teases. “Please don’t murder my boyfriend.”

“Just say the word,” Janis hums.

They stay there for a long time, watching as Karen and Aaron play a slightly modified game of chicken with Cady and Layla. The little one shrieks happily every time she’s dunked into the water, even though Cady keeps a firm grip on her and she’s never under for more than a few seconds at a time.

Eventually they move on to Marco Polo, and Janis grins as Layla tries to say the words as best she can from Cady’s hold. She giggles happily as they’re chased around, and wiggles with glee when it’s her turn and she tags everyone.

Leo eventually stirs in her lap, yawning around her pacifier and blinking up at Janis.

“Hi, baby bee,” Janis murmurs. “Did you have a nice nap?” Leo nods. “Good, come here.”

Leo giggles softly as Janis holds her up higher and smooches her little cheeks over and over. She throws her arms around her mommy’s neck for a hug and cuddles in again.

“Sweet girl. Should we go get sissy and Mama to come eat lunch?” Janis grins, gently scratching Leo’s back. She feels her daughter nod against her and stands up. “We’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here,” Damian hums, stretching back out on the sand for another relaxation session.

Janis carries Leo down to the lake, feeling the baby cling to her tighter and squeak in fright as they approach the water. “Shh, it’s okay, we won’t make you do it again if you don’t want to. Let’s just sit here, okay?”

Janis sits them where the sand is wet, resting Leo between her legs and holding tightly to her chubby little belly to help her feel secure. Leo whimpers when a wave approaches, clinging to Janis’ fingers.

“Shh, I’m right here,” Janis soothes. “Watch, it’s just water.” The wave runs over Leo’s legs and then recedes, only going about as high as the baby’s hips. “See? It’s not so bad, huh? It’s just like a bath! You love your baths, baby girl.”

“Abababa?” Leo asks, tipping her head up to look at her. Janis nods.

“Yeah, it’s just like a bath. Here comes another wave, look!” Leo watches the wave as it hits her feet and rushes up her legs. She’s got a very serious and thoughtful pout on her face, but she seems less scared with each wave that hits them. “What do you think?”

Leo shivers, making Janis laugh.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cold, huh? Look what sissy and Mama are doing, do you want to try that?”

Leo looks where she’s pointing, at Cady gently holding Layla and slowly bouncing her around in the water to lull her into a nap. Their games seem to have tuckered Layla out, since she’s accepting the cuddles without complaint.

Leo looks up at her warily, but she does nod. Janis smiles and picks her up, holding her tightly against herself and slowly walking over to where her wife and other baby are.

“Hey.”

“Oh my god!” Cady gasps in fright, whirling around to see them. “Hi, Bee! You’re in the lake!”

“So brave,” Janis adds, kissing Leo’s cheek. “And choking me just a bit.”

“Like you’re complaining,” Cady teases. She kisses Leo too and says, “I’m so proud of you, sweet girl! What do you think?”

Leo looks around, clinging tightly to Janis’ neck and assessing the situation she’s found herself in. Cady grins as she kicks her little legs and watches the waves she creates ripple away.

“Look, you can splash,” Cady says. Janis carefully pries the little one off her neck and holds her so Leo’s back is against her chest, so the baby can use her hands. Leo weakly claps one against the water and flinches as she accidentally splashes herself. “Yeah, you got it!”

Leo splashes a couple more times, feeling the cold water against her little hands as she explores this new thing. She kicks her legs again, harder this time, and gives a quiet giggle when she makes more waves.

“See? It’s not so scary,” Cady says. “Oh, I’m so glad you came in, I’m so proud of you.”

“This one seems about ready to get out, though,” Janis chuckles, looking at the half asleep Layla resting on Cady’s shoulder.

“It is nap time,” Cady chuckles. “Should we go get dry?” Leo shakes her head. “No? You don’t wanna get out?” Another head shake. “Not even for lunch?” Leo thinks for a second before she nods. “That’s what I thought.”

“We’ll come swim again after lunch,” Janis chuckles. “Brave little bee.”

They head back to the towel and beach umbrella pile their friends have made and get situated. Karen and Aaron have returned as well, and joined in the picnic Gretchen brought with them.

Layla gets wrapped in her froggy towel and left to nap in peace, while Leo is wrapped in her ducky towel and sits on Cady’s lap to eat with everyone.

Janis watches in silence as Leo finishes her bottle and sneakily grabs half of Cady’s sandwich to try a bite. Cady is busy talking with Regina and doesn’t notice until she finishes the first half.

“Who-“ she says, looking around in confusion when she sees the tiny teeth marks in her sandwich. Only one person could be the culprit, and she’s caught red handed when Cady looks down to see her still chewing. “You little stinker, this is my lunch! You had a bottle!”

Leo gives her most precious grin, instantly winning her mama back over.

“Do I make good sandwiches, Lolo?” Gretchen chuckles. Leo nods and reaches for the other half in Cady’s hand.

“You are what you eat,” Cady hums. “My little turkey. Here, you can have another bite.”

Everyone laughs as Leo chomps into the sandwich like a little dinosaur. Her mouth is too small for her to get much of anything but bread, but she seems happy regardless. Cady quickly eats the rest before her kid can steal any more of her food.

When Leo looks up again expecting more, Cady shows her her empty hands. “Where did it go?”

Leo looks down and points to her tummy. Cady laughs and kisses her cheek.

“Yeah, it’s in your tummy. Clever little girl. Okay, let’s go play again, I wanna go with you this time!”

After a long day full of playing in the lake, building sandcastles and sunbathing, everyone slugs back to the lake house, changes into pajamas, and collapses into bed.

————-

A couple days later, Janis wakes up on her own. Which is odd, because the twins would usually be awake and trying to escape their cribs by now.

Yawning and rubbing her eyes, she heads to the cribs to check what’s going on. But her babies aren’t in them. “Caddy?”

“Mm?”

“Where are the babies?”

“I dunno,” Cady yawns into her pillow. “R’gina took ‘em. A while ago.”

“Oh, hang on,” Regina says, politely interrupting her nail tech when her text tone goes off. She pulls her phone out of her purse to see a text from Janis.

snarkisian: where are my children

Regina laughs and excuses herself for a second to go find the twins with her girlfriends. The babies are lying in between them on their massage tables, in matching face masks and little cucumbers covering their eyes. The twins seem to be asleep, since they’re not anywhere near as wiggly as they usually are when they’re awake. Regina snaps a picture to send to Janis.

reginald: Sent a picture: We’re having a girls day. Facials and mani-pedis. You have a problem with that?

snarkisian: i have a problem with you effectively kidnapping my daughters yeah

reginald: We asked Cady, she said we could take them for the day.

snarkisian: was she awake ??

reginald: Enough.

snarkisian: …

snarkisian: just keep them safe.

reginald: Oh, we were actually gonna take them jet skiing and then to feed some wild bears after this.

snarkisian: >:l

reginald: Oh my god, they’re fine. They’re asleep now, we’re just gonna go shopping and get lunch after this and then you’ll have them back. They’re having a great time so far.

snarkisian: fine. have fun, tell them i miss them

reginald: I will. Have fun with Cady on your little break.

Janis clicks her phone off and blinks at the wall in confusion for a moment, before turning around and crawling back into bed next to her wife.

“You find ‘em?” Cady asks, voice adorably rough with sleep.

“The Plastics took them out for a spa day,” Janis says. “Apparently they got facials.”

“Hm,” Cady hums, already half asleep again.

“So we have the morning to ourselves,” Janis purrs. “Whatever shall we do?”

“Sleep.”

“But-“

“Jayjay. We have twin toddlers. I wanna sleep in,” Cady begs. Janis can feel her resolve waver as Cady nuzzles into her chest and looks up at her, blinking those big, sleepy blue eyes at her pleadingly. Janis isn’t exactly well rested herself.

“Fine,” she hums, rolling onto her back and pulling Cady on top of her. Cady peppers some gentle kisses against the crook of her neck in thanks.

“I’ll take you back to bed later,” she whispers. Janis squeaks quietly, earning a breathy laugh against her shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Janis whispers, cradling her wife against her and drifting off for some much needed and deserved rest.

——-

Cady did end up making good on her promise after a delightful morning of sleeping in, and they were nearly walked in on when the Plastics returned home with their babies. Damian and Aaron had a date day exploring the town, so luckily they had been saved from that particular bit of mortification.

They quickly sort out their rumpled hair and get dressed before they head down to the living room. The Plastics instruct them to sit on the couch and close their eyes so the twins can surprise them with the new outfits they bought.

“Are you guys ready?” Regina calls down the hallway.

“Yeah!” Cady calls back. They hear the pattering of tiny feet as their daughters come running down the hall to find them. “Oh my goodness!”

Janis breathes a sigh of relief that her babies are both in one piece, and smiles widely as Layla comes running over to show off her snazzy new outfit and pretty painted nails. “Hi, Bug! What did your aunties do to you?”

“They picked their nail polish colors all by themselves,” Gretchen says. “Leo cried when she had to let go of the bottle, though. But we got cookies and everything was good then.”

“Aww,” Cady chuckles. “Let me see, come here, Bee!”

Leo runs over and does a spin, showing off her very fancy blue unicorn dress and sparkly blue nails. Layla has a matching dress, but her nails are red.

“Woooow,” Cady says. “Did you pick these dresses, too?”

“They might’ve had help,” Karen replies. “But mostly, yeah.”

“Well, they’re lovely, good job,” Cady chuckles. Leo leaves for a second to go tug on Regina’s pocket.

“Hi, honey, what do you need?” Regina asks. Leo does something with her hand, prompting Regina to look to Cady for an explanation.

“She’s saying thank you, that’s sign language,” Cady replies.

“Aww, you’re welcome!” Regina coos. Leo reaches for a hug from her aunties, so Regina hesitantly scoops her off the ground, unsure if this is the right course of action. Gretchen and Karen squish in on either side, making the baby giggle as she’s wrapped in a group hug.

Gretchen shrieks when something else wraps around her leg, but upon looking down, discovers it to just be Layla trying to join. “Oh my god, Lala!”

Layla waves when she looks down, as if she hasn’t just scared the wits out of all her aunties and her sister. Janis is laughing so hard she’s almost in tears watching the whole situation go down.

Karen picks Layla up too, allowing her to join in the little love fest. None of them quite catch Cady sneaking a few pictures of the adorable scene.

Leo wiggles her way down first, deciding she’s had enough and heading to show her mommy her new outfit and nails too.

“Hi, Bee! What’s on your dress?” Janis grins, picking Leo up and resting her in her lap. She laughs as Leo makes a horse sound. “Yeah, I think that’s about what a unicorn would sound like. Can I see your nails?”

Leo gently rests her tiny hand on top of her mommy’s, allowing Janis to inspect her glittery nail polish. Her hands and nails are still much too small to really be painted, but there’s neat blobs of blue on the end of each finger that work well enough.

“That’s a very pretty color, you picked it all by yourself?” Janis asks, fluffing out the tutu on Leo’s dress with her other hand. Leo nods happily. “It’s so nice! Do you like it?” Another nod, and Leo gently taps her fingertip to make sure Janis is aware of the glitter. “I see, it’s sparkly! It’s perfect for the Fourth of July.”

Cady sits down closer to them and leans into Janis’ shoulder, smiling at their daughter. “So… the Plastics got the two of us a hotel room for tonight. What do you think?”

“Without them?” Janis asks in concern, looking at Leo. Cady nods.

“Just for a night. Damian said he and Aaron would babysit.”

“But…”

“We need a break, love,” Cady whispers. “We’ve only been away from them four times since they came home from the hospital.”

“But I miss them,” Janis pouts.

“I miss them too,” Cady says. “I love these two so much.” Leo giggles as she tickles her belly. “But I love you, too. And I miss having you to myself. Think of all we can do with a whole night.”

“Okay, yeah, we can go,” Janis says, seeming much more interested all of a sudden. Cady laughs.

“That’s what I thought. I’ll go pack us a couple things.”

—

The twins’ cribs get moved to Damian and Aaron’s room for the night, and Cady packs an overnight bag. With a quick cuddle, Janis and Cady leave with the Plastics while the babies are distracted.

—————-

“Whoa,” Cady whispers as they walk into the lobby of their hotel. “Fancy.”

“I fucking love having rich friends,” Janis says in delight. Cady thwacks her across the chest. “Ow.”

“Be polite,” Cady huffs. Janis pouts. “We’re not only friends with them for their money.”

“But it helps,” Janis says. Cady rolls her eyes and kisses her cheek.

“You’re on thin ice.”

“Whatcha gonna do about it?”

“We’re alone for the night, keep at it and you might find out,” Cady hums casually. Janis flushes scarlet and looks at the ground with a flustered squeak.

Cady gets them checked in and leads them to their room, and is immediately pinned to the very large bed by her wife. They’re both getting progressively more hot and bothered when there’s a knock at the door and Janis rolls off her with several mumbled profanities.

Cady straightens her hair and clothes back out and answers the door, finding the Plastics on the other side. “Hey!”

“Hey,” Karen replies. “We’re gonna go get dinner, do you wanna come?”

“No,” Janis pouts.

“Sure,” Cady says at the same time, gently stomping on her wife’s foot. “Give us a second to get ready?”

“Take your time, they don’t even open for a while,” Gretchen says kindly. “Just not too much time, Janis.”

“Hmph.”

Cady closes the door and they both rush through putting on nicer clothes and doing their hair. Cady does some light makeup and kisses Janis on the cheek with a promise to continue their activities later, and they’re out the door.

—-

“You guys are spoiling us,” Cady says as they sit across from the Plastics in their very nice booth in the dining room at their hotel.

“We just haven’t seen much of you since the babies were born, we figured you might want a night off,” Gretchen says. “We’re glad you came.”

“We are too,” Cady says. “We definitely need a break.”

“No we don’t,” Janis grumbles, still pouting about being so rudely interrupted.

“Jay, my love,” Cady chuckles. “Those girls grew in me. I have the strongest connection to them out of anyone. And even I know they’re exhausting. We need a break every now and again, even if we miss them.”

“But I miss them too much,” Janis whines. “I trust Damian and Aaron and all, but… they’re so little.”

“And Damian understands that, he’s been around them enough to know what they need and want, they’ll be fine,” Cady comforts. “He’ll call if he needs us, but tonight is about us, come on.”

Janis nods and takes a deep breath as she picks up their menu. Their waiter comes by to bring them their drinks and take their orders, and then they’re alone with the Plastics.

“So tell us what’s been going on with you guys, I need gossip other than who has the worst behaved kid at daycare,” Cady says, leaning on the table and looking at their friends.

“Actually, we did have… kind of an ulterior motive bringing you guys here,” Regina says.

“Dude, you brought us to the nicest hotel in Illinois, an ulterior motive is the least of my worries right now,” Janis chuckles.

“We’re getting married,” Gretchen says. Cady squeals excitedly and does a little tap dance under the table. “And we want to return the favor and have you guys as our maids of honor.”

“Of course!” Cady says. “Congratulations, oh my god! When did you get engaged?”

“We didn’t,” Karen says. Janis tips her head in confusion. “Not really. I just was like, ‘Hey, we should get married.’ and they said okay. And that was that.”

“I mean, if it works,” Janis says with a chuckle. “Congratulations. Where are you doing it?”

“Here,” Gretchen says rather sheepishly. “In October.”

“Did Karen pick that?” Cady giggles. Karen nods happily. “Cute!”

“We’re planning on a pretty big wedding, like, our whole extended families and everything,” Regina says. “That… understand us, anyway.”

“That’ll be cool,” Janis says, understanding why Regina’s eyes have darkened a bit. Their food arrives then, and distracts them from the slightly heavy mood.

“So gimme all the details,” Cady says around a mouthful of carbonara.

“Karen and I are the ones getting legally married,” Regina says. “For tax benefits.”

“Nice!” Janis laughs. “But the ceremony is for all of you?”

They all nod. Gretchen says, “Kylie’s officiating, we’re just… adding another person to a pretty normal ceremony. And then Dylan is unfortunately our DJ for the reception.”

“Fuck yeah,” Janis cheers, getting some dirty looks from the tables around them. She hunches in on herself in embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Nobody here cares, they just have to pretend to,” Regina shrugs with a chuckle.

“Rich people,” Janis tuts under her breath. “Anyway, by here did you mean, like… here here?”

“Yeah. That was the ulterior motive, we wanted to check out some of the rooms and stuff beforehand,” Regina says. “And also try to bribe you guys into being our maids of honor.”

“You don’t have to bribe us, we would absolutely have been anyway,” Cady says. She nudges Janis under the table in a ‘hush before I make you’ gesture before she can let out a disbelieving hum.

“Doesn’t hurt though,” Regina replies teasingly. “Right, Janis?”

“Nothing! I mean, uh…” Janis says, obviously having zoned out and only hearing the last sentence. “What are we talking about?”

“Jay,” Cady says with a chuckle. “You’re a goof. Do you need a moment?”

“No, sorry. I was just… thinking about the girls again,” Janis mumbles sheepishly. Cady’s eyes soften in understanding and she leans in to give her wife a comforting kiss.

“They’re gonna be okay, my love,” she whispers. “You know them. You know Damian. They’re perfectly fine.”

“I know,” Janis whispers back. “It’s just hard.”

“I know,” Cady says. She gently takes Janis’ hand under the table and gives a comforting squeeze. Janis squeezes back and shyly looks back to their company.

“We get it,” Gretchen murmurs kindly. “It must be tough. Being away from them. We didn’t mean to drag you away if you didn’t want to come.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” Janis says immediately. “You guys are right, we do need a break, it’s just…”

“They were premature,” Regina says with remarkable kindness and understanding. “You worry. If you’re not there you… can’t protect them. You have to trust someone else.”

“…Yeah.”

“We get it,” Karen repeats. Janis gives them all a small, thankful grin and clears her throat.

“Anyway, uh…”

“Tell us how you guys got together again?” Cady interrupts, attempting to steer the conversation to a lighter topic. Janis gives her hand yet another thankful squeeze and takes another bite of her dinner.

—————

Babies, unfortunately, only stay distracted for so long. Damian braces as Leo gets bored with her toys and stands up, wandering around to try to find her mothers.

“Mee? Mee?” she calls in her squeaky little voice. “Mamamama?”

“Your mommies left for the night, sweetheart,” Damian says gently. Leo turns to look at him. “They went bye-bye.”

“Mamama?” Leo asks, as if to confirm they’re really not there. Damian nods, feeling his heart break as his niece’s lip starts to tremble and she falls to the ground in tears. She crawls to the front door, and starts crying harder when she notices there’s no car in the driveway.

Damian goes to pick her up, closing the door and gently patting her back as she wails into his shoulder.

“Mee!” she sobs desperately, pointing to the door.

“Shh, I know,” Damian hushes gently. “They’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. They’d never leave you. You just get to spend the night with me and Uncle Aaron and then they’ll be back.”

Leo wails again, weeping into his shoulder with more strength than Damian thought her little body could muster.

“I know, I know, shh,” Damian says. He gently starts bouncing her up and down to soothe her and starts wandering around in a ditch attempt to get her to calm down.

Eventually they make it to Aaron in the kitchen, where he’s making dinner. He’s well aware of their approach, since Leo’s crying can be heard from a mile away.

“Have we been discovered?” Aaron asks his boyfriend. Damian nods and continues bouncing the baby.

“She tried to find them and then noticed the car was gone,” he says. “She won’t calm down, I dunno what to do.”

“I think she just needs to get it out,” Aaron says sadly. “A whole day without your moms is hard when that’s, like, a pretty significant portion of your life. She’s only one.”

“But she’s so sad,” Damian pouts. “Makes me sad.”

“Just hold her,” Aaron says. “She’ll realize she’s okay soon.”

“Mmkay,” Damian says, gently hushing his niece. “Where’s your little… baby cork thingy.”

“Her what?”

“The… thingy,” Damian says, as if that clarifies anything. “That they suck on to stop crying.”

“Her pacifier?!” Aaron laughs.

“Yeah!”

“Baby cork,” Aaron tuts under his breath. “Check the other room.”

Damian and Leo briefly disappear, and then return with Leo’s pacifier and Layla.

“There!” Damian says. “No more crying and the other one isn’t dead.”

“Gold star, babe,” Aaron chuckles. “Dinner’s ready.”

“What are we having?”

“Butter noodles,” Aaron says. “I dunno how to feed babies, this seems like it probably won’t poison them.”

“We just have to cut theirs up, I think,” Damian nods. “Sounds good, though, thanks honey.”

Aaron helps wrangle the twins into their seats and gives each of them a bowl of the noodles, which have been cut into a safe size for their little mouths. He and Damian grab their own portions and sit across the table from them almost like a dinner date.

Layla gets hers in her hair within thirty seconds, grabbing fistfuls of the mushy noodles and shoveling them in her face. Leo sits politely and doesn’t touch it.

“What’s the matter, Leo?” Aaron asks. “You don’t want dinner?” Leo looks down at her bowl. “You wanna try some?”

Leo hesitantly grabs a handful, squishing it between her fingers a bit and tasting it. She squeaks happily at the taste, but frowns at the texture coating her hand. Aaron quickly grabs a napkin when she holds her hand as far away from her body as she can and whimpers, before they have another tear fest on their hands.

Leo looks at him in relief as he wipes the offensive pasta off her hand and thanks him in sign language.

“You’re welcome, Lolo,” Aaron chuckles. “Come here, I’ll feed you. Little princess.”

Leo seems much happier with this arrangement, sitting next to her uncle and accepting bites of her noodles off one of her baby forks.

“She just wants to be clean, don’t judge her,” Damian says. “She’s like Caddy.”

“She really is,” Aaron agrees. He looks across the table to Layla, who seems to have gotten more pasta on her face than in her mouth and is wearing her bowl as a hat. “And that one’s Janis.”

“Great,” Damian sighs. “Layla.” The baby grins impishly at him. “Don’t play cute, little missy. You made a mess.”

“We probably should’ve fed both of them, to be fair,” Aaron laughs. “Can’t really expect a baby to eat by herself without making a mess. Do you want more, Lala?”

Layla nods and does her sign for more, so Damian gently removes her hat and goes to get her another portion.

“As much as I love your accessorizing, try to eat it this time instead of wearing it,” he says as he sets it on her tray. Layla grins again and digs back in.

“Might be bath time after this,” Aaron hums.

“Definitely.”

—-

Layla is so covered in pasta by the end of dinner that a bath is an absolute necessity. Damian carries them up the stairs into Cady and Janis’ en suite and starts drawing them a bath.

Aaron watches fondly from the counter as his boyfriend expertly keeps both babies in the tub and occupied while he washes their hair and scrubs them clean. It’s oddly domestic, in a nice way.

He knows then that he’ll definitely be using the ring he brought before they leave.

—-

After bath time, the twins are lotioned and their hair is brushed before they’re zipped into their pajamas for the evening.

They have a little bit of time before bedtime, so Damian turns on a movie and leaves them to play. Leo refuses to be put down with her twin, however, so she just cuddles with Damian and Aaron while they watch together.

About fifteen minutes before it’s time for bed, Damian’s phone rings. Upon checking it, he finds it to be an incoming FaceTime call from Janis. Of course.

“Hey, Jan,” he greets as he picks up. Janis looks very sheepish as she lies next to her wife on their very nice hotel bed.

“Hi.”

“Couldn’t stay away?” Damian teases. Janis flushes further and nods.

“They’re my babies, I miss them,” she pouts.

“What are you guys up to?” Cady asks, leaning closer into her wife so she can see too.

“We’re watching a movie,” Damian replies, turning his camera around for a second to show that they’re watching Tangled. Layla makes an appearance as she toddles her way across the room. “Well, Leo and Aaron and I are. Layla’s exploring.”

“Aww,” Janis chuckles. “Can we see them?”

“Sure. Oh, Leo, what’s the matter, honey?” Damian says. Leo has tears in her eyes and gives a precious sniffle as she points to the TV before reaching for a hug. Damian looks to see they’ve reached the scene where Rapunzel is taken from her parents. “Oh, is the movie sad?” Leo nods. “Poor thing. Come here, you wanna say hi to your moms?”

“Poor baby bee,” Cady coos sadly. “Hi, sweetheart! I miss you!”

Leo perks up when she sees Janis and Cady on the screen and gives a delighted wave. Her moms both wave back and smile as she starts babbling about her adventures with her uncles.

Layla comes running over when she hears their voices, crashing into the couch and falling backwards before Aaron picks her up and pops her next to her sister.

“Hi, Lala!” Janis laughs. “How are you, Ladybug?”

Layla joins in the storytelling, eventually grabbing Damian’s phone from his hands to see better. Her mommy and mama are stuck in the screen, how can she get them out?

Janis and Cady both laugh as they see her slide off the couch and start toddling around, still investigating the phone and telling them about her evening. Damian suddenly appears in the background with a teary Leo in his arms. “Layla, come back, honey! Leo wants to see your moms too!”

“Oh, baby girls,” Janis says sadly when she sees the tears in Layla’s eyes as well. “We’ll be back tomorrow, it’s okay! We miss you too.”

Layla accidentally hits the end call button and her mommies disappear. She looks at the phone in shock before she bursts into tears, toddling back to her uncle to show him the problem. She’s crying so hard she’s barely making sound, breathless with her desperate little sobs.

“Oh no, did you hang up on them?” Damian asks sadly, pulling her into a hug. “We can call them back, it’s okay! Oh, lord, I hope it’s bedtime soon. Come here.”

Damian returns to the couch and rests both very upset little ones on his lap. He brings Janis’ contact back up and gives her another call. She answers right away, seeming to know what happened the first time.

“Oh no, baby loves,” Cady says sadly. Both babies stop crying when they hear her voice, and Damian visibly relaxes a bit. “What happened, sweethearts?”

“Layla stole you guys and set this one off,” Damian explains, resting a gentle hand on Leo’s head. “And then she hung up on you by accident and got sad.”

“Aww,” Janis hums sadly. “Poor things. Uncle Damian has you, you’re okay! Mama and I will be back tomorrow!”

“Mee,” Leo says with a wave.

“Hi, baby,” Janis chuckles. “Are you having fun with your uncles?” Leo nods. “Good. I miss you.”

Damian lets the babies keep talking to their mothers for a while, holding the phone firmly in his hands to prevent any more incidents. Gradually, the babies start to slump down in his lap and their eyes grow heavy, and he decides to try ending the call for the night to put them to bed.

“Give kisses, it’s bedtime for you little monkeys now,” he says gently. Each twin gives his phone a kiss and a wave goodnight. He thinks it’s gone well until he says goodnight himself and hangs up. Both of them immediately burst into tears yet again, reaching desperately for his phone. “Oh, this was a mistake.”

—————

“See? They’re fine,” Cady says gently, lightly trailing her fingernails up and down Janis’ arm. “They miss us too, but they’re safe. Damian and Aaron even gave them a bath. They haven’t been out of their sight since we left.”

Janis takes a deep breath and nods, before rolling onto her side to face her wife and leaning in close for a kiss. Cady returns it, and hums into surprise when Janis sinks into it and tangles a hand in her hair.

“We,” Janis murmurs in between kisses. “Have this whole room. This whole night. To ourselves. Don’t suppose you packed anything fun in that bag?”

“You know I did,” Cady gasps, grabbing her wife and pulling her back down.

“Tits.”

“I have those too.”

—————

Later that night, Damian is woken by a tearful, “Dedededede?”

He opens his eyes expecting to see Leo calling for him, but is surprised to see Layla standing in her crib, cast in shadow and reaching out to him.

“What happened, Layla?” he whispers, carefully climbing out of bed and heading over to see what the problem is. She has her pacifier and stuffed animal, and her favorite blankie. But she still whimpers and cuddles into his shoulder when he picks her up. “Did you have a bad dream?”

Layla sniffles and wraps her little arms around him, clinging to him for comfort. Damian holds her in return and gently pats her back.

“Come here, it’s okay. You can sleep with me and Uncle Aaron,” he offers. Layla whimpers again when he bends over to grab her things, thinking she’s about to be put back in her crib, but he gently hushes her once and she goes quiet. After a quick check to make sure Leo is still asleep, he carries his niece over to the bed and crawls in.

Aaron rolls over in his sleep and tries to cuddle into him. He huffs in confusion when something blocks his way and pops an eye open.

“That’s not ours,” he mumbles. “Why is she in our bed?”

“She had a bad dream,” Damian defends, holding Layla closer. “She needs comfort.”

“She can’t talk, how do you know she had a bad dream?” Aaron chuckles.

“I just know,” Damian huffs. “Look at her, I couldn’t just leave her in there.”

Layla, conveniently, rolls over, allowing Aaron to see her adorable little face as she clings to her stuffed elephant.

“Aww,” Aaron whispers. “She looks so upset.”

“See?”

“Fine, she can stay,” Aaron chuckles. “Goodnight, Layla.”

Layla waves, as close as she’s willing to get to a goodnight in her state. Aaron gently taps her elephant to get her attention.

“Hey,” he whispers. Layla looks at him with an absolutely precious pout. “You’re safe, little one. Your moms will be back tomorrow, and Uncle Damian and I will protect you until then. We’ll keep all the bad dreams away, okay?”

Layla sniffs and looks at him suspiciously. Aaron tucks her in a little tighter with her blankie and turns on the flashlight on his phone. Layla looks at the ceiling as he points upwards, rolling onto her back. Aaron props himself up on an elbow and holds his other hand over the light.

“Look, it’s a bunny!” he says, making the shadow puppet bunny bounce around. “Or… maybe a doggy? Woof, woof!”

Layla giggles quietly as the shadow dog barks. Aaron makes up a little story for her, and drags Damian into it when he needs more characters. Layla gradually drifts off to dreamland, her little head filled with her favorite animals instead of scary dreams. Aaron turns his light back off and rests his phone on his nightstand.

“Do you have any idea how bad I want a baby with you now?” Damian whispers. “That was sickeningly adorable.”

“You want kids?” Aaron replies in the same tone, rolling over carefully so he doesn’t wake the little one snoozing between them.

“Yeah,” Damian replies. “At least one. Do you?”

“Yeah. Sometime down the line, anyway.” Aaron says. “Did you know I’m adopted?”

“No,” Damian says in slight shock. Aaron nods.

“My birth mom was a teenager when she had me, and my bio dad wasn’t in the picture by the time I was born. She wanted me to have a better life, and stuff. That she… couldn’t provide. I was in the foster system until I was two,” he says.

“Were your other siblings adopted too?”

“Some of them,” Aaron nods. Damian was rather shocked to learn that Aaron is the youngest of seven children, and made several jokes about him being part of the Von Trapp family. “Ava, Owen, Alana, and I.”

“Wow,” Damian says. “I had no idea.”

“I didn’t think to tell you. They’re just… my family, you know? I don’t remember anything different,” Aaron whispers. “But I’ve always wanted to… pass it on, I guess. Adopt another kid. I don’t remember most of it, but I saw what the foster system did to my siblings. If I can stop that for one other kid, or at least help, then it’s worth it to me.”

“I’ve always wanted to adopt too,” Damian says. “And thanks for telling me, now.” Aaron nods.

“We’ll talk about this more later?” he whispers. “It’s two in the morning.”

Damian nods with a grin. “Definitely.”

“Goodnight, honey,” Aaron whispers, carefully leaning across Layla to kiss his boyfriend.

“Goodnight, babe,” Damian replies, kissing him back before he cuddles into the baby and drifts off to sleep.

—————-

Janis and Cady get home around lunch time the next day, and follow the sounds of chaos to their daughters.

Damian is evidently wrapping up bath time after some sort of fun activity. Leo is standing off to the side wrapped in her ducky towel while he finishes washing Layla’s hair.

Janis sees this as a perfect opportunity to scare the wits out of her best friend.

She starts tiptoeing into the room, preparing to attack, but she’s thwarted by a tiny gasp and a sweet little, “Hi Mommy!”

Damian, Cady, and Janis all scream in delight and look at Leo, who’s peeking at Janis from under her duck hood. Leo jumps, startled by the sudden noise, and bursts into tears.

“Oh no, baby girl,” Janis chuckles sadly. Leo toddles her way over for some comfort and cries into her shoulder. Janis picks her up and bounces her a little bit. “You just talked! I’m sorry we scared you, come here.”

“Hi, my little ducky,” Cady murmurs, gently stroking the tears from Leo’s cheeks and kissing her forehead. “I missed you so much! And you’re talking so well, my big girl!”

“Mama,” Leo sniffles, reaching a small hand out for Cady.

“Oh, come here, sweetheart,” Cady says, smiling widely at her baby actually calling her Mama for the very first time. “Let’s go get you dressed, hm?”

Janis kisses Leo’s cheek as Cady heads to their room. Layla is now wrapped in her froggy towel and comes running over to her. “Hi, Lala! I missed you soooo much! Did you have fun with Uncle Damian and Uncle Aaron?”

Layla nods, and giggles as her mommy kisses her cheek before carrying her off to get dressed. Leo waves at her again as Cady pulls her shirt over her little head.

“Hi, sweet girl,” Janis chuckles, waving back. Leo smiles and slides down to go find Damian again. “Well, that lasted long.”

Damian comes back a few moments later with Leo. He sits down on the bed and holds his niece in his lap. “Okay, you can talk now. Say ‘uncle’.”

“Unca,” Leo parrots. Damian nods.

“Close enough. Now say, ‘Damian’.”

“Dedede,” Leo replies.

“Man,” Damian sighs. “How about Uncle D? Say uncle again.”

“Unca ‘gain,” Leo tries. Damian laughs and kisses her forehead.

“Good job. Now say ‘D’.”

“Dee!” Leo crows happily.

“Uncle D,” Damian coaches.

“Unca Dee,” the baby echoes. Damian beams and tosses her in the air.

“Yeah, that works. Okay, your mommies missed you, go say hi. We’ll play some more in a little bit.”

Leo heads back to her family and wraps herself around Cady’s leg, sitting on her foot.

“Hi, baby,” Cady chuckles. “Whatcha doing?”

“Mama,” Leo explains. Cady nods slightly.

“Do you want me to hold you?” Leo shakes her head and cuddles into Cady’s shin. “No? Just gonna sit on my foot?”

Leo nods.

“Okay,” Cady giggles. “Hold on tight.”

Leo laughs happily as Cady walks around, clinging to her mama’s leg and enjoying the ride. Cady laughs too, catching her other baby as she’s trying to crawl away from Janis as fast as she can in an attempt to escape getting dressed.

Layla fusses as she’s captured and forced into some clothes, but she giggles as Janis tickles her belly and sets her down.

“Man, what?” Cady says as Layla plops down on her other foot and holds on.

“Cute boots,” Janis chuckles.

“Thanks,” Cady grins back, striking a pose. “Made them myself.” Janis laughs and tries to pry one off her wife’s leg. They both absolutely refuse to let go. “Alright, come on.”

The babies both laugh as Cady attempts to walk downstairs, having to take swinging steps since she can’t really lift her feet. The stairs are a challenge, and she stops frequently to ensure they’re holding on tightly so they don’t fall off.

Cady looks down at her new shoes when they hit the bottom of the staircase. “You girls wanna go down to the beach?” They both nod. “Okay. Jay, can you grab the sunscreen?”

“Yeah,” Janis says, grabbing it out of their beach bag and managing to pry a baby off of her wife. Layla fusses as she gets her sunscreen lotion put on, but she calms down when she gets to latch back to Cady’s leg and Leo is pried off.

Once both babies and themselves are thoroughly protected from the sun, Janis grabs a blanket and her phone and opens the door for her wife.

Very, very slowly, Cady shuffles her way down to the beach, holding hands with her wife and giving the occasional smile down at her daughters. Eventually, they make it, and Janis lies the blanket down on the sand. She sits on top of it, and Cady carefully eases herself down next to her. The babies finally release her legs and sit down on the blanket with them.

“Here we go,” Cady says. “Gimme loves, bugs, I missed you so much!”

Her daughters both grin and crawl over to give her cuddles. Cady smiles back and kisses all over their faces.

“You know who I love most in the whole wide world?” Cady whispers, giving them even more kisses. “You,” she says, kissing Layla’s cheek. “And you,” she says, kissing Leo’s cheek. “And you.” She says, kissing Janis soundly.

“I love you too,” Janis whispers against her wife’s lips. “And these two.”

“You,” Leo says softly.

“What, Bee?” Janis says with a smile.

“You,” Leo repeats.

“What about me?”

Leo huffs in frustration, trying to figure out how to explain what she doesn’t have the words for yet. She settles for cuddling closer into Cady with a sigh.

“You love us too?” Cady asks quietly.

Leo nods eagerly. “Luff you.”

Janis blinks back tears, and hears a sniffle from her wife as she wraps herself around her family.

“We love you so much,” Janis whispers. “So, so much.”

They stay like that for the rest of the day. Damian drops off dinner for them, but nobody else intrudes on their day. Janis and Cady cuddle on their blanket while their daughters run to get some energy out, and they walk up and down the shore of the lake as the sun sets over it, hand in hand with the babies toddling between them.

It’s a moment Cady and Janis will both remember forever.

—————

Three days later is the Fourth of July. Aaron grilled everyone cheeseburgers for lunch, and they spend the afternoon playing games on the beach and building sand sculptures along the shore.

The fireworks show is just after sunset over the water, so everyone heads to change into more patriotic (and dry) clothing before they get going.

“Look at my beautiful girls,” Janis says when Cady comes downstairs with the twins. Once they hit the bottom, she sets them down to go get Janis. “These outfits turned out perfect!”

Leo grins happily as she makes it to her mommy and gets picked up. Janis laughs at her hairdo, one little ponytail on top of her head that turned out, ironically, like a little firework. Layla’s hair matches, but her ponytail has a blue bow on it while Leo’s is red.

The bows came with their outfits, red and white striped onesies paired with blue shorts that Janis had insisted they buy because of, “The stupid little butt ruffles Caddy look!” but the little ones do look adorable. In spite of the butt ruffles.

“Are you ready to go? We’re gonna go back to the beach to watch the fireworks,” Janis asks her babies as she holds them both. They both nod and smile as she kisses their cheeks.

Cady kisses her wife and the top of each little head and heads upstairs to get herself ready, so Janis opens the back door and starts the short walk down to their friends.

Aaron managed to get a fire going with exceptionally minimal help from Damian and the Plastics. Leo shrieks happily when she sees the bag of marshmallows they have to make s’mores with and wiggles to be put down so she can dig in. Layla, for once, is the one content to hang out on her mommy’s lap as Janis sits down in one of the empty seats.

Cady comes down and finds the adorable scene of her wife and one of her daughters cuddling by the fire, while Regina reaches the other one how to make a s’more. Leo looks very concerned as her precious marshmallow is impaled on a stick and held over a fire.

“Mama!” she squeaks happily when she notices Cady, making Cady’s heart melt again. She’s still not over her child actually being able to speak.

“Hi, Lishy,” Cady says. “What are you doing?”

Leo doesn’t seem to know what she’s doing, either. She simply points to the marshmallow she’s helping her auntie cook with a thoughtful look on her face.

“I think it’s ready,” Regina says, pulling it back to examine it and finding it to be perfectly golden brown. “Yep.”

Leo watches as her marshmallow is squished between some yummy graham crackers and chocolate, and then her s’more is held in front of her mouth for her to taste. Hesitantly, she leans in and chomps down.

She has to chew carefully, since she only has a grand total of five teeth, but her eyes widen and she looks as if she’s just tasted ambrosia. Everyone laughs as she grabs the rest of the s’more in her little hands and scrambles to take another bite.

“Oh, we’re gonna have to watch you around sugar when you get older, aren’t we?” Cady giggles, leaning in to kiss a sticky cheek. “One of those five must be a sweet tooth.”

Leo doesn’t answer, too occupied with her new favorite food to care about anything else. Regina just lets her have it and dig in, trying to pretend she doesn’t care about the sticky crumbs landing on her lap.

Everyone gets temporarily distracted, until they hear a squeaky, “Mo’e? Mo’e?” and look back at Leo.

“You are that whole s’more?” Regina asks in shock, looking at the baby’s sticky little face. She checks the ground to make sure she didn’t drop it.

“Mo’e?” Leo asks again, doing her sign too.

“How big is your stomach?! That thing was, like, half your size!”

“P’ease?” Leo begs, getting increasingly desperate.

“Let’s cook you a hot dog, if you’re still hungry after some of that you can have more s’mores,” Cady says. Leo whines. “I know, I’m so mean. Come here.”

“Mama,” Leo pleads. “Mo’e.”

“You need real food first, baby,” Cady says lowly. Leo whines again and gives an unhappy wiggle. “Shh, I know.”

“You want me to handle it?” Janis asks as Leo releases a very loud shriek for her size. Cady tries to keep a hold of the little tantrum tornado she has, to no avail.

“You want to?”

“Does anyone?” Janis chuckles. “Come on, Bee.”

Cady takes Layla as Janis takes Leo a bit further down the beach to handle the tantrum. “Hi, Bug.”

“Lololo?” Layla asks in concern, looking at her mommy carrying her sister away.

“She’s okay, baby love,” Cady says. “She’s just sad.”

“Look at this, Layla,” Damian says, offering her a distraction in the form of a sparkler. “Hold it down here. Mama will help you.”

Cady carefully rests her hands on top of her baby’s to help her hold the sparkler, and Damian lights it for her. Layla looks at it in awe and shrieks excitedly.

“Look at that, Ladybug, what is it?” Cady hums. She waves it around, bringing Layla’s arms with her. “What do you think?”

Layla shrieks again, making everyone laugh. She continues staring at it until it hits the end and fizzles out.

“Great, so I have a sugar fiend and a pyro,” Cady sighs. “You both really are like your mommy.”

“Just wait for the real fireworks,” Gretchen laughs. “Pyro’s heaven.”

“Maybe I’ll get lucky,” Cady hums. “And you two will have a little bit more impulse control.”

“Hopefully,” Damian hums under his breath. They all watch the fire for a while, before he looks up again and says, “Speak of the devil.”

Janis returns with a calmed baby, remarkably quick for their daughters’ tantrum standards.

“Somebody,” she begins. “Learned a new word.”

“Uh oh,” Cady says.

“A good word,” Janis huffs. “Come on.”

Leo sheepishly heads to her mama when Janis sets her down. “Mama?”

“Yes, Leo?” Cady murmurs.

“Sowwy,” Leo says quietly. “Sowwy, Mama.”

Cady grins at Janis and pulls Leo onto her lap next to Layla. “I forgive you, baby. Thank you for apologizing. Let’s get you your hot dog.”

Leo sniffles and settles in and watches as Cady starts cooking a hot dog for her and her sister to share.

—-

There’s still a bit of time between dinner (and part of another s’more, somehow, in Leo’s case) and the fireworks show, so Cady sets the babies down to run and get their sugar high off.

“Oh shoot, I left their headphones upstairs,” she says.

“I got ‘em,” Janis says immediately.

“Love, no, you-“

“Baby, it’s not a long walk back. Two minutes,” Janis says. “Not a problem.”

“I’ll miss you,” Cady says. Janis laughs and bends to kiss her.

“I’ll miss you too. I’ll be right back.”

Cady watches as her little ones happily run up and down the beach, feeling the sand between their tiny toes as they work out how to use those chubby little legs.

“Haha, hi!” she cheers when Leo crashes into her legs. “You’re so fast!”

“Hi!” Leo replies happily. ‘Hi’ has rapidly become Leo’s favorite word. Someone always says it back.

“Hi!” Cady echoes. “Are you having fun?”

“Fun!” Leo confirms. Cady laughs.

“Good,” she hums. “Are you excited for the fireworks?”

Leo tries to copy her again, but her newly speaking mouth can’t quite handle that many tricky syllables. So she just nods.

“Good, they’ll start soon,” Cady chuckles. “Okay, go play, I’m right here.”

Leo happily speeds off again, heading back to her sister to play something akin to tag. Cady giggles quietly as she hears Leo babbling, “Hi! Hi! Hi!” on her way back.

Janis returns just before the fireworks start, sitting down next to her wife and watching their little ones toddle around in circles. “At least they’re entertained.”

“Yeah,” Cady hums happily. The babies notice Janis is back and come running, but they’re interrupted by a flash of blue and a deafening boom over their heads.

Both babies freeze and look up at the sky, watching to see if it happens again. A red one goes off this time, making Leo scream in fright and run back to her mothers. Layla watches it interestedly until the last sparkle fades and she continues her journey.

She apparently was expecting that to be the end of it, because she jumps when another one goes off and yells, “Fuck!”

Janis tenses, her eyes going wide as she looks at her wife. Cady has a terrified baby in her arms and her lip between her teeth in an attempt to keep from laughing.

“This is your fault,” she giggles, looking to her wife. “Go get her, she’s scared.”

Janis nods, cheeks still a truly spectacular shade of scarlet, and goes to pick up her baby. “Ladybug, good talking, but don’t say that word.”

“Fuck?” Layla asks.

“Don’t say that,” Janis says. She feels bad scolding her baby for saying her first word, but… “That’s a grownup word.”

“Fuck!” Layla yells.

“Hey!” Janis replies. “Oh, man, you need a new word. Um… how about Mama? Let’s go get Mama.”

“Mama,” Layla says innocently, pointing to Cady. “Mama.”

“Yeah, that’s Mama,” Janis sighs. “There she is.”

“Hi, baby love,” Cady laughs, gently shifting a still teary Leo over and taking her other daughter. “Are you talking too?”

Layla nods. “Mama.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Cady grins softly, kissing Layla’s little button nose. “Come here, let’s try these.”

Cady takes the headphones Janis brought down with her and sizes them as small as they go before popping them on the twins. Leo pokes her face out from Cady’s shoulder when the scary loud noises stop. Layla giggles and holds on to the still too big headphones so they don’t fall off.

Janis lays their blanket out over the sand, and smiles as her wife shifts to lay her head in her lap. Cady cradles a baby in each arm and smiles back at her wife.

Janis spends more time looking at her family than the fireworks, watching the bright colors reflected in her babies’ eyes as they watch in awe and reminiscing about how far they’ve come in just a year.

Last Fourth of July, the twins had only been out of the NICU for two weeks, and Cady was still deeply in the throes of postpartum depression.

The fireworks had kept their newborns awake, and Cady had nearly snapped under the pressure. Janis barely managed to hold her together and convince her to take care of herself before they had a sleepover with the babies in their basement so the fireworks were muffled and everyone could finally rest.

But now, a year later and with the help of counseling, Cady seems happier than ever, expertly comforting a frightened Leo and pointing to the fireworks as they go off and explaining the science behind all the different colors.

Janis brushes the wispy hairs away from Cady’s forehead with a fond smile. Layla points to the sky with a, “Woooow!” and makes both of her moms laugh.

“I know, look at that!” Cady says, matching their daughters’ excitement. She notices Janis staring at her then. “What?”

“Nothing,” Janis murmurs. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Cady grins. “But you’re gonna miss them.”

“Fine by me,” Janis chuckles. “I got three little firecrackers of my own.”

“You’re such a dork,” Cady giggles.

Janis does look up in time for the finale, but still knows it has nothing on the faces of her family. She has all the excitement and beauty she could ever want right in her lap.

It’s far past the twins’ bedtime by the time the fireworks display ends, so Cady gently leaves them to snooze on the blanket under the watchful eyes of the Plastics while she takes a walk on the shore with her wife.

Janis is confused when she suddenly drags her backwards a bit, leaps onto her back so she can’t move, and claps a hand over her mouth.

“Caddy-mmph!”

“Shh, don’t ruin it,” Cady says. Janis makes a confused sound against her hand. Cady points a bit further ahead, and Janis is suddenly grateful for the hand over her mouth.

Aaron is on one knee, proposing to her best friend, illuminated by the moonlight and a pathetic little sparkler Damian has. They can’t make out the words being shared, which they don’t mind. It’s a private moment.

What they can hear is Damian screaming, “Yes!” loud enough to be heard on the other side of the lake and Aaron’s laughter as Damian takes the ring out of the box himself and shoves it onto his own finger.

“Lovey, are you crying?” Cady giggles quietly.

“No,” Janis sniffles. “I have sand in my eye,”

“Uhhuh,” Cady hums.

“…My best friend is engaged!” Janis sobs suddenly.

“That’s what I thought,” Cady says. “Shh, love, they’ll hear us. Don’t ruin the moment for him. Let’s go get the smalls to bed, let him tell you on his own.”

“Okay,” Janis snuffles. “Aaron better have picked a good ring.”

“I’m sure he did,” Cady comforts. “They treat each other well, he knows what he’s doing. Now come on.”

Janis continues sniveling as she carefully scoops up Leo, having to try to contain herself so she doesn’t wake her daughter. Cady grabs Layla and starts heading back inside. The Plastics gather everyone’s things and extinguish the fire before they follow them.

Janis ever so carefully gets the twins changed into their pajamas and undoes their ponytails before she rests them in their cribs and bends to kiss them goodnight.

“Jan!” Damian says, somehow whispering and shouting at the same time as he slams the door open. “Sorry! But. Jan!”

“What?” Janis whispers, pretending like she doesn’t already know. Damian motions for her and Cady to follow him out to the hallway. They both do with matching, knowing, grins.

“Aaron proposed!” Damian squeals as soon as the door clicks shut behind them, brandishing a hand to show off his ring. His friends both tackle him in a hug, knocking him into the far wall and then to the ground. “Janjan, why are you crying?”

“I just have a lot of feelings,” Janis snuffles into his shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Congratulations, Dame,” Cady says. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Cads,” Damian grins. Cady kisses them both on the cheek.

“I’ll give you guys some time to talk,” she whispers. “Come to bed when you’re ready, my love.”

Janis nods and continues clinging to her best friend. They’re a trio, they have been since high school and always will be. But she and Damian will always have a special bond, and Cady has never tried or even wanted to intrude on that.

“I love you,” Janis sobs.

“I love you too, Jan,” Damian murmurs.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Everything,” Janis whispers. “Everything you’ve ever done for me. I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t have the family I do without you. I wouldn’t… be here, without you. Thank you. I’m so happy for you. You deserve Aaron.”

“Thanks, Jan,” Damian sniffles. They’re quiet for a moment, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall and the occasional sniffle the other lets out. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I’m not!” Janis says, immediately defensive. Damian chuckles beneath her, and she crumbles. “How’d you know?”

“I know you,” Damian whispers. “It’s just like you and Caddy. No matter who comes into my life. Whatever family I have someday. I love them, but my heart always has room for you too.”

“Platonic soulmates,” Janis whispers back. Damian nods against her shoulder. “Does this mean no more sleepovers?”

“I mean, maybe not tonight,” Damian laughs.

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure, Jan.”

Janis gives herself a reasonable amount of time to calm down before she pulls back and wipes her eyes. Damian grins at her and ruffles her already messy hair.

“I love you,” he says.

“I love you too. Go get your fiancé.”

“Go get your girls,” Damian grins, standing and reaching a hand to help Janis. “Goodnight, Jan.”

“‘Night, Dame,” Janis grins, heading into her room and shutting the door behind her.

Janis is deep in thought as she checks on her daughters and crawls into bed next to her wife. Her definition of family has changed as she’s grown up.

But now she knows she has two. The one in this room, and the one in the other rooms. Biological and found.

And as she drifts off to sleep in her wife’s embrace, she knows.

Both her families are perfect for her.

And they always will be.

————

tadaaaa hope you enjoyed

kinda got away from me but anyhoo

happy pride month and have a great day my muppets!

lots of love,

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hybridanafrost · 1 year

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change, stillness, and canvas for Bianca and Odette?

Here is the oc ask game:

change: Has your OC ever drastically changed their appearance? Significant haircuts, big tattoos, complete wardrobe swap, etc? Why? How do they feel about the change?

I already answered for Bianca here:

For Odette, there's been way more changes to her look. Most of it has to do with her hair. She goes through a whole hair journey while growing up. In her teen years, she had a delinquent phase because she looked up to Nacht. She dyed her hair black with white streaks. The black was so she could look like she was related to Morgen since she called him "big brother." The white was meant for Nacht since he bleached his hair a lot during that time. She wanted to be like them because she admired them both.

After Morgen died, Nacht and her had a falling out, so she cut her hair. Then it became this black messy bob. The bob is what she had before Yami saw her off for her 10 year adventure and made her promise to join his squad when she got back. It was cute because she had a couple of fly away hairs. That made her look like she was unintentionally trying to imitate Yami's wild look, signifying their sibling bond as well.

Then she had an awkward green roots Billie Eilish phase until her natural hair fully grew back within that decade. It was plenty of time for her to embrace her authentic self without anyone's influence while out on her own.

Once she's back to her long natural green hair, she styles her hair in a milkmaid braid style. Her original hairstyle as a kid was low braided pigtails, and the braid crown is just picking them up and pinning them in place. It's a more sophisticated and mature look. Plus, it keeps her hair secure for fighting.

stillness: How does your OC act while still? Are they fidgety? Do they have any common gestures or tics? Does their clothing affect how they hold themselves while at rest?

Bianca can be still as a statue if she wills herself. If she's just idle, she'll twirl her polearm in the courtyard or a pen in her hand indoors.

Odette is more fidgety. She cracks her knuckles/joints (picked it up from Yami), does standing heel lifts when idly waiting or standing for a prolonged period of time, and sometimes spins her chakram.

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Odette has several scars. The more prominent ones are the ones on her back that were given to her by her father. She covers them up because she still feels ashamed of them and just wants to avoid bringing up how she got them. She also has multiple ear piercings from her teenage delinquent phase but stopped wearing the jewelry when she started traveling at age 15.

Bianca has a few battle scars on a couple of areas, like on her shoulder or thigh, but they're pretty minor. They're usually covered up because of how she dresses so conservative. She only has her ears pierced for her earrings.

#black clover oc #black clover original character #hybridanafrost talks black clover #odette dumont #black clover odette dumont #bianca schneider

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oceandiagonale · 3 years

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Gene looks gnc af, good for him

you’re absolutely right anon

#oceandi answers #anonymous #generic protagonist #meanwhile the squad is sitting around playing pokemon crossing in their signature outfits because having nice outfits in real life is hard #anyways this is very silly but you know what I've been having a really hard time with gender recently #so this is allowed to be silly kjsdhfkjd #please read the first two panels with the same inflection as the 'baby c/hanging station' vine #look I may not know if gener is trans or a demiguy or what but at the very least he presents vaguely androgynously sometimes #and so does the rest of the squad because clothes are cute #I keep thinking about the 'wow ur trans gener... that's so cool' meme #(because guz calls him gene but plumie calls him gener)

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notnctu · 3 years

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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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