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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 17: Safe and Sound

Your leg bounced nervously as you and Bradley sat in the private room of your OBGYN office. It had been eight weeks since you had been rescued, and you were currently waiting for the doctor to come and do your anatomy scan to find out the gender of Baby Bradshaw. You had been going weekly for checkups, and each time, the doctor assured you that everything was fine, but you couldn't shake the anxiety.

You had both hands resting on your bump, which was now definitely visible. After your kidnapping, you'd taken a break from the public eye. However, the two of you were planning on announcing your pregnancy via White House social media today. Jaycee was patiently waiting for you to call her to tell her which announcement to post.

Bradley rested his hand over yours. "Everything is fine. We don't have anything to worry about. Soon, we are going to find out what our little peanut is, and then we will be on our way to a much needed vacation in Rhode Island." Bradley told you. "And a late birthday celebration for you." You reminded him.

You grimaced at the memory. It was a few days after you had gotten home from the hospital in North Carolina when you were laying in bed with Bradley, and the two of you had heard the fireworks for the 4th of July celebration. When you realized what day it was, it took the better part of an hour for Bradley to get you calmed down after you'd come to the realization that you had been missing om his birthday. Honestly, it hadn't even occurred to him.

You immediately made him agree to a getaway for the two of you once your broken arm held and your bruises had faded.

He swiped a stray hair from your face and smiled at you. He didn't miss the slight flinch in your features. You were still having nightmares, and it broke his heart that this had happened to you. He tried every day to lift your worries and make them his, but much to his chagrin, there were some battles he just couldn't fight for you.

"Alright! Who's ready to find out what the First Baby is going to be?" Dr. Park asked as she came into the room. You and Bradley both told her you were ready.

Bradley helped you onto the exam table and held your hand as Dr. Park squirted the cold jelly on your stomach before swirling it around.

"So, you're twenty weeks and two days today. Hopefully, the little peanut is turned where we can see what they are." Dr. Park smiled at the two of you.

Her eyes were locked on the screen. Suddenly, she frozen. "Oh!" She gasped.

"Oh?!" You and Bradley both said in unison. "What, 'oh'? Is that a good 'oh' or a bad 'oh'?" You asked, sitting up a little.

Dr. Park smiled. "Well, I know you want to know one gender, but would you like to know both?" She asked you with a coy grin.

"Both?" You asked her with wide eyes.

"Both." She affirmed as she turned the monitor towards the two of you. "It doesn't happen often, but it seems like Baby B has been hiding behind Baby A these past few weeks." She tells you. "Looks like it's twins." She states.

"T—twins?" Bradley sputters out. You turn to look at him. He is as white as a sheet with a cold sweat across his brow. "Twins." He repeats just above a whisper. You look at him with concern, afraid he might faint. "Bradley. You're the president. You run a country, but us having twins is what freaks you out?" You tease him.

He swallows and takes a deep breath. "Okay, everything's fine, just a little shocked is all." He states to no one in particular.

"Well, are you ready to know?" Dr. Park asks after the initial shock has passed. Both of you nod your head eagerly.

"So it looks like Baby A is a—girl." Dr. Park smiles at the two of you. "Aww, a little girl." You tear up. "And Baby B is a— ah, a boy. I guess he got tired of hiding behind his sister." Dr. Park laughs. She takes a few pictures before leaving to let you get cleaned up.

"We are having twins. Twins!" Bradley exclaims once the two of you are alone. "I swear, Jake wished this on me."

You chuckle at your husband. "Dearest, you are in charge of a nation. And before that, you flew multimillion dollar aircrafts. I'm sure you can handle being a father to twins. C'mon Daddy, you've got to toughen up." You chuckle at him. "Now be a dear and help Mommy u—oh!" You gasp.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Bradley asks as he grabs your hand. You don't respond. He continues to talk, but you shush him. He tries to protest, but you grab his hand and place it on your belly. He looks at you confused before he feels it.

"Wa—is that—are they—" He trails off as you both feel it again. "One of them is kicking." You whisper, afraid it will stop if you speak too loudly.

"Is this the first time you've felt that?" He asks you with wide eyes. "I've felt the peanut—well I guess, peanuts, move around a little, but this is the first kick I've felt.

"Hi there, you two." Bradley says before placing a gentle kiss on your tummy. "I'm your Daddy." He says. But as soon as the kicking started, it stopped.

You both sigh as he helps you off the table. "Alright, Daddy, let's go. Mommy is hungry and is eating for three, apparently. Also, I need to call Jaycee and tell her she's going to have to make another announcement." You say as you grab his hand. "And I have to call Jake and tell him that everyone technically one the bet." He sighs.

"Bet?" You ask him. "There was a small betting pool amongst some of the staff as to what the gender would be." He shrugs. "You two hear that? Uncle Jake is already causing trouble." You laugh.

Once back in the car, Bradley informs Dante that he needs to make a detour two to the nearest burger joint. You tell him that the twins said "tell Daddy we want french fries and a chocolate shake."

Bradley shutters and attempts to adjust himself. He isn't sure if it's the excitement of it all, the fact that the two of you haven't slept together in weeks or just how it sounds when it comes out of your mouth, but something about you calling him "Daddy," has him hard as a rock right now.

Dante quickly secures the food, and you thank him. Bradley attempts to steal a fry, but you smack his hand away. Dante chuckles before asking, "So, boy or girl?"

"Both." Bradley says. "Both? Twins? Wow, congratulations. Maybe everyone will get their money back, considering we were all technically right." He laughs. "You bet on the gender too?" You ask him.

"Guilty." Dante shakes his head.

You both laugh at him before your phone rings. It hit you that you hadn't called Jaycee yet. You were sure that she was chomping at the bit to hear the news.

"Hello." You said into your phone.

"Hello, madam First Lady." Jaycee says. "Hi, Jay." You chuckle.

"Well?" She prods impatiently. "Twins." You tell her simply. There is a pause on the other end of the line. You check to make sure the line is still connected, it is. You are about to say something else when she screeches "TWINS?! Babe! Did you hear that?!" She yells to whom you presume to be Jake. "I did. Holy shit!" He calls from the background.

"Wait, boys, girls, or one of each?" Jaycee asks you. "A boy and a girl." You tell her with a smile.

"Ohhhh, this is so exciting. Have fun on your vacation, I have a new post to make!" She cheers into the phone before hanging up.

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Soon, Dante is pulling the SUV into the air field and up to an Air Force One jet. He helps load your bags before sending you and Bradley off on your "baby-moon" as some had taken to calling it. In a few short hours, the two of you would be relaxing in a cottage in Newport, watching the sun sink into the ocean.

The two of you had been flying for about an hour when you both got the alert about the post made on the official White House social media channels. Jaycee had chosen a patriotic them, obviously. The post was simple. A letter board surrounded by red white and blue objects, two sets of baby shoes, an American flag, and a small F-18. The letter board read: "Red, White, and Due! Baby Bradshaw One and Two Coming Soon!" The photo was caption about how the two of you were excited to announce that you were expecting twins early next year.

By the time the two of you landed, it was late afternoon, and you were exhausted. Bradley settled your bags in the bedroom of the cottage the two of you would be staying in for a few days. Dante and the rest of the security team settled into the bungalow next door.

After getting unpacked, Bradley tugged you to your feet, insisting that you join him in the shower. You protested, but when he held you close and pressed feather-light kisses along your jaw, you were putty in his hands.

He undressed before carefully peeling your sundress over your head and tossing it to the side. He pulled you into the large shower, adjusting the stream of water in was gliding over the both of you. He pulled you flush against him. His toned chest pressed against your back as he held you for just a moment. Your hands rested over his as they splayed out over your rounded tummy.

You sighed and sank into him as he peppered kisses along your neck and shoulders before reaching for soap. He lathered it onto a loofah before running it over every inch of your body, giving special attention to your stomach. He loved seeing how you had grown in the past few weeks. He remembers the first time your baby bump was clearly visible to him, when it couldn't be confused for anything else.

He was in awe of the fact that you were growing a life, well now he knows, two lives inside you. Two lives that he had helped create. Ever since then, he had such a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to touch you and your belly all the time. Almost every night, he found himself falling asleep with his hand on it, and every morning, he would wake up just the same. Bradley was so lucky after everything to have you in his arms, and he thanked his lucky stars everyday.

"Where's your head at Daddy? Having a deep conversation with them?" You ask him. He snapped back to reality, realizing that his head was pressed against your stomach. You smiled at him as he stood back up and kissed your nose. He walked you backward until your back pressed against the cool tile of the shower wall.

He cupped your face and kissed you, using his tongue to split the seam of your mouth to deepen the kiss. You moaned against him as he kneaded your breasts in his hand. They were firm and soft, getting bigger now because of the pregnancy.

His mouth left yours to wrap around one of your nipples, licking and sucking until it formed a stiff peak before switching to the other. He continued his trail downward before you stopped him.

"Bradley, you don't have to." You whispered to him.

The spray of hot water cascaded over the two of you as Bradley sank to his knees in front of you. "Come on, Mommy, let Daddy take care of you." Bradley said as he draped one of your legs over his shoulder.

You were helpless when it came to resisting him. He may have been the one on his knees right now, but yours were the ones that were weak. You reached out to steady yourself. One arm braced against the wall, the other clinging to his shoulder as his skilled tongue swept through your folds.

You tossed your head back as his plush lips wrapped around your clit and sucked the taught bud into his mouth.

"Fuck, Bradley!" You cried out already so close after just a few minutes of his face buried in your heat. The internet said that pregnancy sex could be some of the best sex of your life, but you really thought Comso was exaggerating.

Boy, were you wrong. Everything felt more sensitive. Each sweep of his tongue, each nip of his teeth on the inside of your thighs, each curl of his finger had you barreling head first towards a release.

"Right there, oh my God. Right there!" You screamed as an orgasm washed over you.

Bradley didn't stop, holding your thighs steady as they began to tremble around his face while pleasure washed over you. He coaxed you through your high until you tugged on his roots when it became too much. He carefully eased your leg off his shoulder and stood up to hold onto you.

You collapsed against him, boneless from your high.

He reached out and turned the water off. "Let's get out and get dried off so I can take care of you some more." He whispered hotly into your ear. You mumbled a reply into his chest as he helped you out.

"You're too good to me." You told him as he dried you off with some fluffy towels.

"On the contrary, my love, you're too good for me." Bradley smiles at you before kissing your head.

"These two are going to be so lucky to have you as their mother." He says as he strokes the top of your stomach. "They are going to be even luckier to have a Daddy like you, Bradley." You tell him. He groans before tossing his head back, sighing and stepping away from you.

You hop off the counter with a wide look in your eyes. "Bradley Bradshaw," you begin, "Do you like it when I call you Daddy?" You ask him with a smirk. A blush spreads from his chest to the tips of his ears. He looks down at the floor, not sure how to respond.

You snicker before reaching forward and grabbing him by the towel that's tucked around his waist. "How about we head into the bedroom so I can give Daddy a late birthday present?" You whisper against his lips before tugging him into the bedroom.

You usher him to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing him down by his shoulders until he is right where you want him.

You kneel down on the plush carpet in front of him, placing a hand on each of his knees and urging him to part them for you. Bradley takes in the sight of you.

The lamp in the room has you washed in a golden glow. Your hair is still slightly damp and hangs down as it wildly frames your face. One strap of your baby pink nighty has slipped off your shoulder, almost as if in purpose. The silk of the material strains against your breast as your hardened nipples peak through it. It cascades down your body, hugging the curve of your midsection before ending at your thighs. Your lips are parted lightly, and a pink blush has spread across your cheeks.

He groans as you move forward to wrap one hand around his cock. You begin to slowly stroke him before placing a wet kiss on the head. Your tongue peaks out to swipe up the few beads of precum that are leaking from the slit.

A growl leaves his chest when you stick out your tongue and tap the head of him on it a few times before wrapping your lips around him.

One of his hands leaves the bed and tangles in your hair to pull it out of your face as you suck him. You have one hand braced on his thigh, the other wrapped around the part of him that couldn't fit in your mouth. You drop that hand and take a deep breath before taking all of him. You sigh around him and hollow out your cheeks, as you pick up speed. You take your free hand and cup his balls, rolling the soft tissue in his palm. It almost sends him over the edge.

Abruptly, he pulls you off of him. You lean back on your knees and wipe the saliva from your face as you look up at him.

"Bradley, you didn't—did I do—" He cuts you off by pulling you into his lap for a hungry kiss.

"Felt so good baby, but when I cum, I want to cum in you. Please. Can I?" He begs.

"Well, I've never told you no on that matter before, have I?" You chuckle as you pat your bump. He snickers before tugging your nighty over your head and laying you down on the pillows.

He hovers over you, supporting his weight on his forearms. He leans down to press a gentle yet filthy kiss to your lips. A groan vibrates in his chest when you card your finger through his hair and scratch his scalp.

He grabs his length, pumping himself a few times before sliding into your warm, wet center.

He groans when once he is fully seated in you, grabbing on your your hips and digging his fingers into them as he withdraws and pushs back in. He keeps a steady rhythm that has you mewling under him. Your head lulls to the side as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you with his stiffness. The pleasure begins to overwhelm you, but before it can cloud your judgment, you decide to test out your little theory from earlier.

"Oh, Bradley. Shit. Feels so good—Daddy." You moan, dropping the name from your lips.

Bradley stops, stilling inside you. You're worried that maybe you had read the situation wrong. But when you meet his eyes, you see that only a thin band of their honey-brown color is visible around his blown pupil. He pulls back and slams back into you. You let out a strangled cry as your arms wrap around him.

Your nails dug into his shoulder blades as his strong hands gripped your hips. One of his hands left its perch to sweep over the taught skin of your bump, cradling it before moving to your rear. He grabbed the supple flesh there, pulling you closer to him, driving him deeper inside you. You met his dark eyes as he growled—"Say it again."

"Daddy." You breathe out. "Louder." He grits. "Daddy!" You cry out at a louder volume this time as the head of his cock attacks your g-spot, hitting it over and over again, causing you to see stars.

"Louder!" He commands as his hips drive even harder into you. He hikes your leg higher on his waist, allowing him to drive deeper into you. With each thrust, your clit meets his pelvis which only increases your pleasure.

"Fuck, Daddy— fuck me, I'm going to cum!" You shout as your nails scrape down his back. He feels your walls tighten around him as you reach your peak.

You arch up off the mattress, pressing yourself into him.

He continues to drive into you as he praises you. "That's it—Cum for Daddy—Good girl."

His praises only add to your pleasure, and you can't hold back the rush of wetness that comes out just as Bradley finished deep inside you. He guides both of you through your orgasms before gently pulling out and laying beside you.

Your eyes are closed. Your lips are parted, and your breath is coming out on shallow pants. You can feel your mixed release leaking out of you and onto the sheets. You can also feel how damp the sheets are from when you finished.

Bradley strokes your hair and pulls you close to him. "You alright, Sweetheart?" He asks you with a raspy tone.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know I could—" You ramble as you gesture to the mess you've made.

Bradley lets out a small chuckle. "Don't apologize for that. You have no idea how much that strokes my ego. Can't wait to make you do it again." He admits.

"So a Daddy kink?" You let out a breathy laugh once you're coherent enough to turn on your side and face him.

He shrugs, unsure what to say. "I should have known. You have always had a thing for titles in bed— Mr. President." You joke with him. He laughs before tucking you under his chin. It is peaceful for a few moments before you break the silence.

"Bradley, I need to pee. And I'm hungry." You grumle against his neck. He sighs dramatically before helping you up. You grab your nightgown and slip it over your head before waltzing into the bathroom.

"What are you and the little peanuts in the mood for. I'll text Dante to send out one of the guys for it.

"Some pizza would be great right now. Oh, and some wings and some cheesy bread with some sauce, and maybe some ice cream." You say.

Bradley shakes his head as he types out the message. "Don't forget to tell Dante what you want, too." You remind him as you look for some new sheets.

"I thought we could share." He says as he grabs some off a shelf in the closet. You shoot him a skeptical look before laughing. "I guess I could let you have a slice or two and a couple wings. But the cheesy bread, that's all mine.

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Hours later, the two of you have your bellies fully. You're splayed out on your back, sleeping peacefully. Bradley is curled up beside you with his head resting on your stomach. His hand runs over it as he presses wispy kisses to your growing skin. He whispers promises to his unborn children about how he is going to keep them and you safe for as long as he is alive.

He stays up half of the night telling them stories about his parents and his days in the Navy. He tells them about their aunts and uncles and their Grandpa Mav, who is so excited to meet them. He tells them about you and how much he loves you.

When he runs out of things to say, he starts softly humming "Great Balls of Fire" and tells them he'll teach it to them on the piano one day like their Grandpa Goose taught him.

Soon, his eyes finally become heavy, and sleep fills his bones. He slides up next to you. You instantly curl into him, resting your head on his chest.

He lets out a long sigh before giving in and letting the need to rest take over. He knows that tomorrow will bring new challenges for the two of you, but he also knows that nothing is so great that the two of you cannot over come it.

Bradley presses a final goodnight kiss to your temple before closing his eyes and dreaming of you and his children and the family that the four of you will be.

Wow, this was a long one, but worth it. Thank you always for reading!

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m-jelly · 2 months

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Hello Jelly. I was thinking about secret admirer! Levi.

The reader is new at work and really liked Levi. He considers her the most wonderful woman, but he is very shy and afraid of rejection. So he decides to secretly leave her sweet notes and beautiful surprises.

She accidentally catches Levi, who is preparing another note and surprise, and confesses her feelings to him. Levi kisses her and he is happy because now he knows that his love is mutual

Letters to love

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, secrets admirer, detective Levi, shy Levi, confessions, kisses.

Levi is a confident detective, but he is not confident in love. He's had a crush on you, a case assistant, for a while and he is unsure how to approach you. So, he leaves you letters, gifts and notes. You catch the handsome detective and you both confess.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird

Another note was there on your desk ready for you to pick up. It flustered you knowing that someone loved you so deeply and romantically. For two months now you have been left notes and they were increasing as time went on.

There was one man in the station that you had deep feelings for and you were sure it was him leaving you the words of love. Detective Levi Ackerman was a dreamy man. He was confident, hardworking, funny and sweet.

The writing left on the notes reminded you of Levi's writing, but there were others with similar writing. All you knew was you adored the raven-haired detective. The letter always had a delightful scent on it and reminded you of fresh lemons and flowers.

You read the sweet words of love and adoration. You smiled sweetly before looking at the reusable cup with bunnies on. Today the sweet man had gotten you a white mocha with a bit of caramel. For a few days now he'd been getting you delicious coffee and you'd wash it up for him. You would leave baked treats on your desk addressed to your secret admirer as a thank you.

The longing in you to meet this man was growing. You knew you had to catch him in the act and he usually left a note in the afternoon. You had a plan, a big plan to catch who it was. So, you went into the main commune area and said that you were going out for lunch and you wouldn't be back until near the end. You pretended to leave, but managed to get back to your office and lay in wait in your bathroom.

Levi had been in love with you since you started working at the station just over two months ago. He had a lot of experience with bad people, taking down criminals, solving crimes, facing harm and head-on. What he wasn't confident in was love. He had one ex and it went okay, until she cheated on him so he left and felt rather broken. Levi was scared to be in love.

When you walked into his life, he felt like there were fireworks. Due to the pain in his past, Levi wasn't sure how to approach you and he got so flustered around you. The feelings inside Levi were building up and he needed to let you know, so he wrote you a letter and left it on your desk. It filled his heart with joy when he saw you walk around with a smile on your face, he had made you happy.

He bought you gifts as well and whenever you wore the hair clip, or showed off your resuable coffee cup it made his heart flutter. It flustered him hard when he saw you had left baked goods for him. Every single day he looked forward to seeing what you'd make him. He felt like you were a couple, but an odd one. The letters you left made him happy too.

Levi noticed you kept every single letter and note you kept from him. He kept everything you gifted him as well. He was happy and ready to be with you, but he just needed a bit of a boost. Hearing that you were going out for lunch meant he could leave you another note and a little cuddly rabbit as a gift.

As he made his way to your office, he had a flutter in his chest as he felt excited and happy. He approached your desk and placed the letter down. He smiled a little before turning around and felt his heart stop when he saw you step out of your bathroom.

You smiled a little. "Hello, Levi."

He blushed hard. "I was just...I...uh..."

"Are you my secret admirer?"

He whined a little and shyly nodded. "Y-Yes. I'm s-sorry if y-you don't li-like me. I w-will stop."

You walked closer to him. "What if I feel the same?"

His eyes widened. "Y-You do?"

"I do. I love you."

Levi smiled. "I love you too. I love you do much."

You nibbled your lip. "I could sense that in the letters."

He gulped hard. "May I kiss you?"

You took his hand and nodded. "Please do."

Levi cupped the side of your face as his other hand gripped your hip. He pulled you against him and crashed his lips against yours. All the pent up feelings and emotions came spilling out for the two of you. Hands clung to each other as you kissed with deeper passion. Tongues moved as one as your hearts fluttered. It was very clear that you and Levi were going to have a beautiful relationship.

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x you #levi x reader #levi x yn #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n #jelly fanfics

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transfemrecusant · 10 months

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The Sea Creature of the Day is the Halitrephes Jelly (Firework Jellyfish)!!!

ive had a long, incredibly happy but incredibly exhausting day so i don't have much i can say about these guys except for just how extremely beautiful they are. 🥰🥰🥰

it's... pretty often that im left completely speechless by sea creature footage but god this one. the way it's tentacles move are mesmerizing and it fills me with so much joy 💜

if i could i would give every jellyfish a kiss for making the world so much prettier 🥰

#marine biology #deep sea #sea creatures #sea creature of the day #aquatic life #ocean #ocean life #jellyfish #sea jellies

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themedcafe · 8 months

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. ° ☆ angel omari | they/them . .✿

───── complete lookbook under the cut 💫 ⋆｡˚

00 ✩ hair, bellybutton ring, psd + editing tutorial

01 ✩ dress, heels // nails (square matte), earrings, necklace (arctus), eyeshadow*, blush (daisy), lipstick

02 ✩ dress (+ cardigan), clips, necklace // heels, nails (jelly), earrings (kingdom), heart liner, eyeliner (elegant wing), blush (#1), gloss

03 ✩ top, pants, heels, bag // nails, earrings (butterfly), necklace (von dutch), eyeshadow, eyeliner, gloss (vcr)

04 ✩ top + skirt, necklace + earrings // sandals, waist chain, nails, eyeshadow, eyeliner**, lipstick

05 ✩ top, pumps, belly chain // nails, earrings (arctus), necklace, eyeshadow (fireworks), eyeliner (one and only), blush (purpose), gloss**

06 ✩ cardigan, pants, earrings (arctus) // heels, undershirt, thong, nails, eye gloss (dainty), liner 1 (amusement park) + liner 2 (eyeshadow #4) + liner 3 (showtime kit), gloss (shine)

┆ * = tsr link; ** = creator deactivated

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softshuji · 1 year

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11:16AM | HAITANI RINDOU

Summary: Rindou knows he loves you, he just has a hard time saying it. In his case, actions speak louder than words. Likes and reblogs appreciated! Link to my masterlist here!

cw: afab!reader, mild descriptions of violence and injury, mild suggestive content, mild sexual content, lots of kissing, marking, use of pet names (pretty thing,princess) Rin and reader being down bad.

Rindou thinks he knows the exact moment he fell for you. It’s not special, nothing explosive and there are no fireworks bursting with colour in his chest like he’s been made to believe. It’s nothing like he thought it would feel in fact. It felt a little like falling, like weightlessness creeping into his bones, jelly-like. Inevitable.

You’re talking animatedly and his head is inclining in your direction as he listens, one hand propping up his chin and the other resting on his knee. Clenching and unclenching, tightly wound with sparks whenever it accidentally brushes your leg under the table.

You lean forward to tuck the hair kissing his cheeks behind his ear and Rindou freezes. You move on and rock on your chair, as if you haven’t made his heart punch against the flesh of his chest.

He glances both ways instinctively looking for Ran, and his stupid smirk that seems to creep over his shoulder whenever something even vaguely embarrassing happens. But there is no Ran, there is no rumbling chuckle just around the corner, no teasing. Just you and him. He watches your eyes flick to him every few seconds, then drift to the distance as you mull over your thoughts and Rindou can only swallow against the lump now growing in his throat, a pathetic and even futile attempt to calm the blood pulsing in his veins.

‘Rin? You alright?’ Your eyebrows furrow and your hand instinctively moves again to tuck the stray strand of silky hair behind his ear and Rindou thinks you must be denser than he is if you can’t sense the hairs on his arms standing on end or his cheeks flush under the weight of your stare.

‘Hm? Yeah, fine.’ Futile once again. He coughs into his hand, hoping it doesn’t betray the slight waver in his voice. ‘What were you saying?’ He realizes at that moment, how painful it is to be around you, the dissonance between wanting to touch you and then not, the confusion of those feelings, a mass churning in his head.

Of course he looks down periodically, and his hair slips from behind his ear and your hand moves on instinct to tuck it back, your fingers lingering near his neck and Rindou feels sick with how much he wants to feel them on his skin and kiss the inside of your wrist.

Perhaps in hindsight, the exact moment he falls for you is somewhere before all this. Perhaps it’s the moment he first stumbles through your door, wincing and clutching his side as his hand catches the doorframe, his shirt torn open to reveal a red and angry pulsing gash licking at his skin, his toned abs flexing under the strain of pulling himself onto your sofa. Your hands are tender, soft, hesitant even as you bunch the cotton in your fingers, squeezing the excess water out as you dab at the split in his lip.

You tut under your breath, an eyebrow raised, as you are prone to do he knows, when you are pretending to be exacerbated and admonish him for being so careless. He wonders how your eyes can be so kind and gentle when your voice is so stern and he’s bleeding out on your sofa, wonders at how you haven’t cried or screamed or shook when the blood seeps between the gap in your fingers.

Your smile is reassuring and you kiss at the apple of his cheeks as his eyes flutter with fatigue, whispering your assurances as he bites down hard on his lip, suppressing the pain he pretends not to feel, as you know he is prone to do.

‘You’re an idiot,’ you say and press the gauze to the skin that reveals pinkened torn flesh and he groans, throwing his head back as his fists tighten on the corner of your hoodie. His hoodie in actuality. Despite this, your thumb traces a line down the fine hairs on his stomach, the black whorls that sneak below the waistband of his trousers and his breath hitches as your eyes flick to meet his. You think of slipping your hand beneath, your thighs splayed out on his as you whisper against his mouth, rocking slightly against his hips till his breath is hot on your skin and you’re all but swallowing his moans.

But you don’t. Instead, you chastise him and stand, taking the bloodied wads of cotton to the bins and leaving him to sleep with an old blanket that smells of you. It’s fear that’s eating you up, a cavity gnawing tightly on your stomach. Fear, shame, anxiety, a word that curls in your head as you toss and turn at night in your own bed, separated by a single wall from him.

Rindou holds your blanket to his mouth, his nose and he wonders at all the lost possibilities he’s carelessly thrown away as the dawn gives way to a morning of buttery sunlight, and you both think of each other as you sleep.

Perhaps in retrospect, the moment he falls for you isn’t that either. Perhaps it’s the day his call first goes to voicemail and he finds he’s pouting as he listens to the automated message. And the barrage of calls only grows, his anxiety seemingly heavier with it till he’s all but racing to your apartment with his gun firmly in his hand. He can’t keep the urgency from his voice when he tells Ran as he thunders from the building, his words clipped, the sweat on the back of neck making a steady trail between his shoulder blades.

‘Rin, it’s probably nothing,’ Ran says as his Brother pushes past him, slamming the car door and driving off as the exhaust fumes curl in the air.

‘Y/N always answers my calls,’ he tells himself, a pathetic attempt to quell the thunderous beat of his heart against his ribs.

But when he arrives, slamming the door open with your name on his lips, music drifting from the open kitchen door, his anxiety is quelled like water to a fire. Because there you are, your back to him, a sundress flaring around your waist, golden sunlight falling over the lip of the window. And humming, a low sound undulating the soft chords thrumming through the speakers.

‘Y/N?’ A whisper, all he can manage as the gun finds its way back into the waistband of his pants.

You turn swiftly on your heel,dropping the spatula that’s halfway to your mouth and Rindou catches the faint dusting of white icing sugar smeared on your cheeks. He takes a step. Two. Three. His arms instinctively come around you, and he smells strawberries on your skin, your hair, on the smidge of cake mixture on your lip that you dart your tongue out to lick up.

‘Rin?’ you say, the spatula clattering to the floor, your arms coming to rest against the flat of his back, your breath hot and sweet on his neck.

‘Why didn’t you answer my calls?’ His voice is muffled by your hair, the crease of your neck, his breath from where it’s been caught in his throat.

You furrow your brows against his shoulder, your hand coming up to rub loose circles against the base of his spine. ‘Oh, I didn’t know, I wanted to make something to surprise you.’ The other hand gestures towards the array of spoons and bowls littering the countertop.

Ran asks him later that day, whether he likes you as more than a friend and Rindou only shrinks into his seat, scowling and pouting as he turns the question over in his head, a muted ‘Yes’ sitting on the flat of his tongue. Ran knows obviously, it’s as clear as night and day what his brother feels, the way his eyes follow you as you move, the faint smattering of pink half hidden beneath the shadow of his hair, the smile he thinks is reserved enough not to be noticed.

‘He likes you Y/N.’ Ran says as throws his keys onto the coffee table, flicking on the lights as he fishes around in his sparse fridge for leftovers, tutting under his breath at the bareness of its shelves.It’s a regular pastime this is. You call Ran to talk about Rindou, to gush like a schoolgirl kicking her legs in the air, and Ran listens, as he always does, to the floaty voice on the other end, interspersed by sniffles.

‘He does not.’ You curl around your pillow, missing the warmth of him, your phone pressed between your ear and the pillow under your head. ‘He’s just being nice.’

A sniffle drips down the line as you press the duvet corner to your eyes.

‘Trust me he does, Rindou doesn’t do “just being nice”.’ There is a beep as the microwave is switched on, thinly veiled behind the slosh of liquid and the shuffle of fabric as Ran pulls his jacket off. ‘All he ever talks about is you. I should be mad you’re taking so much of my baby brother’s attention from me.’ This last part said with mirth and the trace of a fond smile.

It’s a pleasant daydream to turn this way and that in your mind as you drift to sleep, even if you don’t quite believe it.

In your dreams, those private chambers locked and bolted, things are perfect. You find that belonging to him is easier than you thought it would be. He is soft underneath those harsh edges, you can trace your thumb over the outline of him. Honest and quiet and safe and you could spend hours lost in that infinitesimal space between day and night, that thin splice of half-reality where everything is as you want it to be.

Little do you know of course, that on the other side of the city, beneath a moon that’s milky white, proud and big in the sky, Rindou turns over a dream of his own. One in which he slots his lips against yours, swallows the breath that’s hitched in your throat as his hands come up to rest against your hips. Perhaps, if his dream self is feeling brave, he’ll pull you against him and you’ll feel the force of his want through his slacks and his lips will dip to sink against the curve of your shoulder. He thinks your eyes are beautiful as it is but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to watch them flutter shut as you came undone beneath him.

Maybe the day he realizes he has fallen for you, irrevocably, hopelessly even, is the day he watches Sanzu tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he bends to titter against it, a lame joke that trails off into a chuckle, one arm supporting his weight against the wall and the other languidly tracing a curve along your cheek.

‘You’re such a pretty thing aren’t you? Lovely thing like you could get eaten right up in a place like this.’ His lips are tantalisingly close, and he smells vaguely of woodsmoke, gunpowder and metal.

You smile placatingly, shivering slightly under Haruchiyo’s intense gaze, and Rindou turns, the familiar lick of embarrassment, shame, green and turbulent jealousy running down his back.

Ran raises an eyebrow at the way Rindou bunches his hands into taut fists. ‘You need to tell her,’ he says. ‘If you don’t, someone else will.’ A subtle incline of his head in Haruchiyo’s direction. It’s his job, he knows, to tell Rindou the things he perhaps doesn’t want to hear but needs to nonetheless.

Maybe that’s what spurs him on in retrospect. The thought that one day he might be too late, that one day he’ll wake up to see you looking at someone the way you look at him and he might lose you indefinitely.

So here he sits again, his head resting against the edge of the sofa, his hands curling into fists around your hoodie as you kneel between his thighs to press a clean gauze to the slice in his abdomen, hissing through his teeth, lips clamped together to staunch the sharp tang of pain lancing through his body. This is it, he thinks, as he watches your brows knit together, your cheeks puff with concentration, the barely perceptible shake of your head as you click your tongue.

‘Y/N…’ And it’s so quiet, a feather-touch against skin, the brush of hair tickling an ear.

‘Hm?’ You inspect the wound, turn your head this way and that, oblivious even now to Rindou’s heated stare, his lidded gaze dropping along your cheek, your neck, the collarbones you tease through the neckline of your hoodie.

‘Look at me.’ His voice curls along your skin, flames licking at the nape of your neck as your eyes flit to meet his.

There’s a beat.

Two.

Three.

And then he is kissing you, fervently, feverishly, his lips warm, salty with the tang of blood from the gash along the bottom, and his tongue is gentle and tentative in your mouth, his hands cupping your face as he pulls you onto his lap. It’s fast, clumsy even, awkward, all teeth and heat and need and promise. You break for air for the smallest fraction of a second, the thin string of saliva breaking as it falls down your chin, before his lips slot against yours, perfectly, synchronically, his nose brushing yours as his hands drop to your hips to glide you against his thigh.

‘Rin,’ you say against his mouth, his throat pulsing in time with your heaving breaths and he pulls you against him so he can swallow the sigh that drips past parted lips when you feel his slacks tighten underneath you.

‘Y/N.’ He says your name like a prayer, like he worships you. Reverently, timid, testing it out in his mouth, his tongue relishing the taste of it. 'Princess.' And it feels right, it feels good.

He realizes as he kisses you, tastes you, that this is perhaps the moment he falls for you. Hopelessly, irrevocably even. You taste of warmth and tenderness, and nights spent near the heat, springtime. And he tastes of promise and hunger and thirst and you think if you hadn’t kissed him now, you’d have gone sick with the want. It’s dizzying, the pulsing in your veins that has your blood roaring in your ears, the shift of his lilac eyes as he slides the hoodie from you, dropping it in a pool of fabric, and your hands shake as you fumble to undo the belt buckle on his slacks, to drag the shirt from his shoulders and run your tongue along his chest. He groans, his lips sucking a firm and harsh mark between the curve of your neck and your shoulder and you wonder if you have ever heard a sweeter sound, you guarantee that you have not.

Because you are in love. Hopelessly, irrevocably even.

a/n: heyyy! I'm back with a full length fic! This was one of my favourites to write,it felt so self indulgent lol. It's actually a present for my Rin (happy one year loml) but I hope you all like it anyway. I'd love your feedback as usual. I have in fact opened a ko-fi which is here, and I'd appreciate any donation or anything if you liked this <3 but still, thanks for supporting me all this time too.

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