After a night of heavy drinking you wake up to the worst headache known to mankind, a ball of nausea sitting in your belly, and a ring on your finger. You know clearly where the first two came from but the shiny band? Yeah, that one completely stumps you. Looking around your place you see that you're alone, except for a marriage certificate with unreadable signatures and a Polaroid of a group of Cleaners.
You're the only one showing of a ring so you have no idea who in the image is your spouse, how you got married or by whom but at least the photo is a lead. So getting and answer and annulment should be easy.....right?
Bro x platonic Reader (for now lol), Dear x Reader
Hallo, just throwing another Bro x reader story out there. There's no warnings here, just some fluff. Enjoy!
Look at their hair and tell me you don't want to play with them!
Devider by: @pixopix
There's a routine you've started with Dear, not intentionally, it was just something you had randomly decided to do after bumping into him on a few weekend mornings, now what had started as a quick hair brushing in the mornings had evolved into you two sitting in the common room sharing a plate of breakfast and watching TV while you methodically did his hair in his signature tuffs.
Of course, when someone starts a new routine, people tend to notice, like your coworkers or your friends. Or! A better example being: the father of the child who is currently sitting pretty at your feet. Who is exactly the person standing at the wide open doors, staring at you both with arms crossed. The look of: dad about to chastise his son replaced with one of surprise the moment he took in the food and hair supplies.
You grin sheepishly, waving at the man. He looked disheveled, hair wet, clothes haphazardly thrown on. It was clear he had rushed out looking for his son, he stillhad his towel thrown over his shoulder, but Dear didn't seem to care, staring down his old man, arms wrapping themselves around one of your legs. He looked like a pouting hedgehog.
"I'm so sorry Bro, I thought you knew." You sighed disappointed.
After the initial surprise of Bro bursting into the room and convincing Dear that he wasn't there to rip you away from him, you two had taken a moment to sit and talk. It turned out that since your routine had become established, you had become Dear's most prized secret, enough so that he had begun to sneak out when he realized that his dad had begun to suspect something was going on.
"No, it's my fault, I thought Guita had started doing his hair again and never thought to bring it up. I'm just glad it's you that he's warmed up to," the comment makes you preen. Everyone knew that Bro was a good, if a little overprotective dad, so any approval from him that had to do with his kids was a big deal.
"Alright buttercup," you turn to Dear, the boy looking up at you from his spot on ths floor, cheeks full of food.
"First rule of hair club: we don't talk about hair club, BUT!" You take hold of his cheeks. "More importantly, rule two: we don't keep secrets from Dad, okay? We've got to let Dad know where we're going... or bring him with you.....We can put bows in his hair." You laugh, joking, thinking that there was no way that Dear would take you seriously, but the next thing you know there's a heavy weight on your legs.
You don't know how quickly it happened, but suddenly Bro is sitting at your feet, his broad back pressed against your shins. You can't see his face, but the pinking of his ears gives away the fact that he's blushing. The culprit of it all, Dear, looks so pleased with himself as he climbs into Bro's lap, taking up the remote to continue watching his show, ignoring how his dad is trying to desperately move away.
"I'm so sorry, (Name)!" Bro stutters, trying to move away, but his hair looks so enticing. The want to feel it is pulling you in, just like how you wanted to brush Dear's cotton fluff hair.
You can't help but laugh at the absurdity that you landed yourself in.
"Don't apologize, did say to bring dad, well he brought you along." And the big man freezes as you reach over his shoulder tapping his son's arm to give you a brush.
"Now if you're okay with it I can do you hair too." You offer looking down at him cheekily, after a moment or two of trying to find what to say he just nods dumbly returning to leaning against your legs your hands already carding through his hair.
Now your weekend mornings have changed again, unintentionally. Your new routine is sitting in the common room, Dear sitting pleased at your feet as you go through sections of his fluffy hair and eating breakfast while a random show plays. As you tie off the last band, Bro will saunter in, still a bit sheepish, and hand you coffee or tea. He takes Dear's spot, the young boy moving to his dad's lap, more than happy to keep watching his show as you do Bro's hair and talk.
Just a little imagine I had bouncing around in my noggin that I thought you softies would like.
⚠️ cutie Dear Santa ⚠️
Looking up
Dear going weeks just watching Bro quietly, always turning to look at his dad when he interacts with you, when he gives you food off his plate without you asking, opening doors for you, and making sure your favorite drink is in the fridge. When he gets "caught" and is asked what he's doing, he just huffs and turns away. Gotta act tough around big brother Rudo.
Bro starts to think his son is starting to dislike him because every time he goes to Dear and tries to get him to tell him what's going on, Dear just glares and goes to hug your legs, completely ignoring his dad. Bro honestly thinks he hates him, but you know that Dear just feels sheepish. But it still results in Bro trying not to cry when you try to comfort him, and of course, the sentiment isn't helped by Enjin telling him that every kid at one point hates their parents, his "advice" is rewarded with a chancla (slipper) to the head.
It's a week later when your son's behavior finally makes sense. You four have come back from a hard mission. You're a mess with a limp, your daughter tucked into your side. Bro's shirt is torn to high hell too, but as tired as Dear is in his dad's arms, he still manages to wriggle free, rushing ahead of you to open the garage doors. It's the first time he's ever done that, and the surprise is enough to make you pause.
"Oh, you're such a sweetheart." You smile running a hand over his tuffed hair when you finally walk by, the praise makes him preen and look back at Bro.
Later in the day, as you're eating in the canteen, he leans over the table, messily scooting some of his food onto your plate. He does the same with Guita, who gushes at his sharing. They don't see how you tap Bro's leg excitedly.
"Just like his old man, huh?" You hear someone laugh a few tables down, the room having quieted. It's then that the pieces finally click and the realization has you agreeing happily, making the boy blush though he still smiles up at you from behind his Jinki. And Bro looks like he might cry again, this time from pride, finally realizing that his kid was and has been looking up to him.
Hi, Hello! Let me just squeeze onto your holiday feed with this random Enjin Blurb. This is nothing super serious just something I thought Enjin would be into or do. This is totally not canon just a fan thought.
Enjin has a thing about touching, not in a sexual way, but in a comfort way. When Enjin decided who his person was going to be, they also became his safety, his comfort, his confidant, his everything. He shows that by always wanting to touch them, and it brings him joy when his person touches him back or initiates it. He uses touch as a way to make sure his person is okay too; you have to be alive to reciprocate touch, right?
However, out in public, he tends to touch less as he doesn't want to single you out as a target, mostly after the incident with the Raiders taking your third kid, Rudo. Instead, he uses Umbreaker as an extension of himself, still considering it touching. He'll tap your leg as you walk together, loop the grip through your belt loop using it to pull you along if you become distracted, or hook it onto your wrist if you fall behind.
The biggest thing with touch goes back to it bringing him a sense of safety and comfort. On the ground, nothing is ever really guaranteed, not even waking up in the arms of the person you love. So, anytime he has to hold you or touch you brings him that sense of ease because you're still there. If things are really tough and you hold him after, he feels like for once he doesn't have to be the strong one; he finally has the chance to just be vulnerable in a way that is rare on the ground.
Imagine refusing to kiss Zodyl because baby boy ate a ROACH!! And now he's pouting around base, and the others think he's pissed or thinking up some mastermind plans, but no, he's just sad because you "don't" love him anymore.
