#//here u go remi

[nomaishuttle]

my beautiful self being 40 minutes behind

[lowkeyremi]

Compatible choso x fem!reader

remi's note: thank u guys again for 1k AHHHHHHH idk where i'd be without your support!! you guys chose choso so here's the 1k special fic!! i am obsessed with the "best friend's older brother trope" yuji is the best friend :3

content: fluff, meeting, yuji doesn't get a break, etc.

Being one of Yuji's closest friends you've seen his "roommate" as you like to call him, every once in awhile. He would always leave his room to grab something to eat or such whenever you were hanging out with your pink haired friend.

Today you finally had the courage to ask who he was. You and Yuji are sitting very close on his couch, practically cuddling, while watching Inuyasha on Netflix when you suddenly ask, "Hey Yuji, who's that black haired guy who lives with you?"

He doesn't turn his attention away from the tv but instead answers you with, "you know how I told you I have a brother?"

He notices you nodding in his peripheral vision. "Yeah, well that's my older half brother Choso."

"Oh.. I thought he was like your roommate or something." Yuji chuckles, "haha.. technically yeah. I'm crashing with him until I get a place of my own. He doesn't mind though."

This whole time you thought this was Yuji's place, but it does make sense. Yuji's been job-hopping lately. He hasn't had a stable career in seven months.

And speak of the devil, Choso came out of his room without a shirt on, he passes by the two of you on his way to the kitchen then he stops, "Sesshomaru is the best character."

The two brothers argued about this for twenty minutes. Apparently it's a hot take in their house hold. "Inuyasha is obviously better than his older brother!" Yuji yells for the 9th time.

"Sesshomaru is cooler, and has a better understanding of the world. Like me. You only like Inuyasha because you're a younger brother." What he's saying actually does make some sense.

"Yuji, I have to agree with your brother. On top of Sesshomaru being smarter he's also hotter." Yuji looks betrayed in a playful way.

"What?? Oh come on! Not you too. Might as well go hang out with my brother, you traitor." Yuji isn't serious about the offer but Choso makes the offer real.

"I mean, if you're not opposed to it we can hang out? I don't mind joining you two." He's standing closer to the couch now with a mug of tea in his hand.

His shirtless body does something to you, because your mouth hangs open trying to form a response but you close it again not knowing what to say.

"We're good thanks! Go on back to your cave, Batman!" Yuji rolls his eyes trying to get his brother to leave.

"I was asking her, dumbass. Not you." He says getting close enough to kick Yuji and the younger retaliates by trying to block it.

"Um sure, you can hang out with us." You mumble and Yuji whines in defeat.

"Seriously?! I'm your friend not him!!" To your ears it sound like the pink haired boy is jealous.

"Scoot over Yuji. I'll sit in the middle." Choso says with a smirk on his face.

"Nuh-uh! I'm sitting next to [name] you don't even know her like that!!"

That was the first time you'd hung out with Choso Kamo.

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That was about four months ago, as of current, you're sitting on Choso's bed waiting for him to grab the snacks you two bought a few hours ago.

When he returns you show him a tiktok that reminds you of him, "Cho, you look like this cat!" Upon seeing the cat he chuckles a little bit, "I do not."

Yuji's started working a night job so you usually hang out with Choso until he gets off of work.

"Thanks for the snacks. I love these ones." He nods politely at you and joins you on his bed. The first time the two of you hung out in his room you were very nervous and sat on his floor as to not invade his privacy. He thought it was so cute how you were acting and invited you up on his bed.

You told him it was a mistake on his behalf because now you make yourself comfortable in his bed any time you come over.

"Do you wanna finish that show we were watching?" You turn to him and catch him staring at you. He quickly turns away and fakes a cough. You've been wondering if your accusations were true.

Yuji tells you that all his brother wants to talk about now is you. Yuji suspects his brother has a crush on you, but when he confronted him the gloomy looking male denied it. Yuji doesn't know that you like Choso.

"Yeah sure, do you wanna, like, cuddle? Platonically, though." You wonder if he's making it clear for you that he doesn't like you or he's just trying to keep you from becoming uncomfortable.

"What if I wanted to cuddle romantically??" You ask with a sudden sprout of bravery.

"Um.. I'd be okay with that, heh." He says shyly, you noticed how his face slightly turned red.

"I like hanging out with you, Cho." You crawl into his lap and he wraps his arms around you. He places his head in the crook of your neck and breathes in deeply.

"I lik- no I love hanging out with you too, [name]."

[heartfullofleeches]

remy with nightlight darling could you imagine the clothes? remy would b the type to sew in a tracker just in case

I've explored this dynamic a bit before, but I'm more than happy to talk about it some more because doll obssessed boy who cares for his dolls more than himself + android darling who's just happy to be here is peak honesty-

Remmy is whipped for Nightlight from the millisecond they power on- His brain is on overdrive coming up with cute outfits to make for them soon as he laid eyes on them, but he falls for them hard seeing what has to be one of the cutest dolls he's ever seen come to life. The glow of their eyes, their chipper voice, the soft whir of their motors as they move about. How could something- someone so precious be real and in his possession? Its like a dream.

Remmy tends to Nightlight to an almost religious degree. His basic needs come after making sure Nightlight's batteries are fully charged and he's completed the painstaking task of deciding what outfit to dress them up in. It's a good thing Nightlight is technically his caretaker and they often have to persuade Remmy into eating or bathing. It isn't hard - Remmy wants Nightlight to be happy afterall and nothing would make them happier than their human being safe and healthy. It also helps that Nightlight is waterproof and would be glad to join Rem in the shower if he just asked.

In regards to a tracker, Remmy would never let them out of his sight long enough for them to need one, but if he did give them one he'd put it in a ring or friendship bracelet - knowing Nightlight would never remove either. Yet another thing he loves about them. Their relationship is pretty codependent, but they honestly have one of the happiest and healthiest relationships when it comes to a Yan and their darling.

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Remmy: N-nightlight.... Er, Y/n....What are you doing down here? We have to get you ready for bed! I have your pajamas all picked out for you.... U-unless you want to decide yourself.

Nightlight Reader: [giggles] I still have enough charge in me to finish what I'm doing. You hadn't had anything to eat since this morning. Do you know how sad that makes me? :( Before I go anywhere you need some food. I made oxtails~!

Remmy: Oh...I'm sorry for-..Oxtail?

Nightlight Reader: Yup! Hope it's okay that I used the recipe your grandma left for you. Smothered oxtails were your favorite when you were little, right? :D

Remmy: I....I...

Remmy, hugging their waist as he falls to his knees: I love you! Fuck!- I love you so, so much. I'm sorry for swearing, but I just- I need you, Y/n! Please don't ever leave me!

Nightlight Reader: Haha! I'm not going anywhere, Rem! Please don't cry... You haven't even tried my cooking yet!

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (x) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : after three resentful weeks apart, only matt and y/n could find themselves more fond of each other.

warnings : angst, fluffy, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR UR PATIENCE SWEET ANGELS HERE’S THE 10TH PART FOR YOU!!! tgwtt is already in double digits 🥹 only like 8 more parts to go

THIS IS PART TEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE!!!

"COME on y/n we'll have so much fun!"

you haven't had a night out in weeks.

following matt's party, you swore off alcohol until your own birthday in mid-september, afraid of the amount you'd allow yourself to consume now that you're feelings are supremely hurt and bitterness coated your tongue.

it was difficult to turn down the first week, despite the smell and taste of any drink making your stomach turn you craved the drunken effect and secretly wanted to run into matt- just to see what he'd have the nerve to say to you. but the mature, wiser part of your brain knows there is nothing good to come from spiteful drinking. so you've declined every weekend.

you know in your heart that your friends only want you to feel good and have fun with them. it's the only reason you've tolerated this current conversation for so long.

"i believe you! but i'm just saying i'll have just as much fun with this bowl of strawberries and my bed," you reach into a cabinet for one of the many off-white glass bowls.

"baby you haven't been out with us in so long, we miss you!" remi beams kicking her legs as she sits atop your counter, fully dressed and decorated for her night out (contrasting the bare face, oversized tee, and panties you wear).

you sigh and look over to the three girls huddled in your kitchen, "no, you guys know 'm not drinking right now," you shake your head and push off of the counter heading towards the fridge in search of your berries.

"i'm just confused on why you're suddenly so strict on drinking? and regardless of the drinking you could have fun without it if you loosen up a bit..." erin replies while resting her body against the wall next to remi's spot.

you roll your eyes while your face is still in your fridge before shutting it back, "i don't understand what's not clicking erin, i don't want to go out at all! i want to stay at home and be away from drunk people and watch something brainless and then i wanna go take a fucking bath. i'm so tired of having to explain and repeat myself. please go, please have a good time, and please- respectfully, mind your business."

you run water over your strawberries and andrea's eyes widen as she turns back towards the counter to pour herself another shot.

"alright, whatever.” erin shakes her head, “dre, remi, i'm gonna go wait outside this is annoying. she can stay bitter," she walks out and whispers, "bitch," under her breath before shutting the door.

it's silent for a second as you begin to harshly cut the stems off of the fruit, remi comes behind you and wraps a caring arm over your shoulder for a hug, "are you okay?"

"yes, i'm fine, you can go have fun..." you turn to face her and offer a strawberry.

"i really do miss you,” you kisses your shoulder and bites into the strawberry, “love you," she reminds you as she grabs her bag and dismisses herself to check with erin. you nod your head and continue to stare blankly as you repeatedly cut.

andrea speaks up after hearing the door fully shut. she breathes heavily as she stares down at her hands on the counter, "cariña ("honey"), you’re not a bitch.”

“i know…” your voice is small.

“i know you do. i also know something’s hurting you badly right now and i selfishly wish you’d fucking tell me so i could help.” she licks her glossed lips, “but as long as you’re being kind to yourself, i can deal with you keeping this to yourself.”

your eyes brim with salty tears and when you let out a broken sniffle she's immediately by your side. "nooo don’t cry, i’m already pre-drunk! you know i will too!" you try to continue preparing your fruit but andrea turns your body to make room for a warm hug. you're quick to tuck your face into her perfumed neck and let out your feelings through cry's.

you had always thought that what andrea (or anyone) didn't know about your sex life with matt wouldn't kill her, but quite frankly it's killing you. you want to tell her everything he’s ever made you feel- for all andrea knows matt was once a silly crush and currently a little less than a friend to you.

but at the same time you just know she would tell you to stop seeing him if she knew everything. she would remind you that at your core you are far too caring and attached to handle recurring casual sex with him in the first place.

"i'm so sorry, drea. i really wanna tell you but i’m not ready." you croak pitifully.

not ready to accept the embarrassment of wanting him to like you this bad.

and for someone as willingly vulnerable as you, you’re especially not ready to hear her scold you a little for somehow hurting your own feelings and putting your friendship with erin on a thin line over some guy.

your words only confuse her brain more, but she can only continue to rub circles into your back and silently pray you didn’t do something illegal or, like, morally cruel.

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matt would love to say he hasn’t thought about you since you bitched out on him the night of his birthday, but he could never just blatantly lie.

he can say he has gone the past few weeks without reaching out to you- which mostly speaks to both of your stubbornness and pride.

in fact, you’re part of his reason for having his own night in tonight- though it’s far less sadistic of a reason than yours. he’s simply grown bored of the repetitive night life he and his friends have.

you were always there for him to tease and secretly fuck around with whenever your friend groups would combine for the night. but as of late he’s left sitting at the bar swigging down beers and scrolling on his phone (sometimes he’d get irrationally irritated at you for not posting on your instagram or snapchat stories, feeling a as if it was a direct punishment to remove him from knowing any details about your life) or until the rest of the group throw the towel in.

on the worst and most irritating of nights he’ll take an uber home by himself. and those were the nights he would get so close to being irrational- showing up to your house and confronting you was oh so enticing. but he’d talk himself out of it and go home to fuck his fist like you’d probably tell him to do.

and on the most horny and pathetic of nights he'd end up in the backseat of his car finger-fucking erin with her tongue in his mouth. it ended at that though, matt's skin started to crawl thinking of when you rode him in the front seat not too long ago. he had pinched his eyes shut and pulled erin's hands away from his zipper, swaying her with some sweet "i just wanted to make you feel good s’all" and a kiss before she left and he awkwardly drove himself home- pondering how little self control he had to be desperate enough to do even get that far.

so, he didn’t even bother to go out tonight. when chris and nick asked him through his closed door, he told them he’ll stay in for some “peace and quiet.” really, he just couldn’t stand to be disappointed by the guaranteed lack of you being there.

he sits in his desk chair, legs spread casually, and sketchbook held against his thigh as he scribbles around to formulate a few rough outlines for upcoming clients. somewhere in the mix he begins to sketch out a familiar cartoon cat, which only irritates him and makes him close the book abruptly, shoving it into his desk’s drawer.

matt rubs his hands over his face a few times and lifts himself from the chair, heading straight for his bedside table. he bites at his lips while digging through the drawer, eventually finding the pretty red hot blunt you rolled and gifted him.

he makes his way out to the patio, not bothering to turn the outdoor lights on; blunt, lighter, and phone in tow. he slouches into one of the many chairs near the glass door and places the blunt between his lips, shuffling as he digs in his back pocket for his lighter.

the spark of the bright flame highlights his focused face for only a few seconds while he pricks the end of the misshapen yet smoothly rolled blunt. he breathes in the smoke immediately, throwing the lighter onto a table nearby. he tilts his backwards to blow out swirls of smoke above him.

matt initially wants to wait to call you until he feels high enough, mostly to give him an excuse for calling in the first place because he knows you’ll be expecting one. but he can't fucking wait, he wants to know what you're doing right now.

matt continues to effortlessly inhale and exhale several hits as he searches his phone for your contact.

his thumb hovers over the dull button that would change a lot for him. calling you means looking like a dumbass, as if he can't handle not knowing you (apparently he can’t but he wouldn’t admit to it). calling you means he’s breaking this implied break up- for complete lack of better terms.

but who’s to say you’ll even answer and give him a chance to do any of that? and suddenly his phone is vibrating in his hand as he raises it to his ear.

it takes four rings for you to answer, though you're completely silent on the other end. he waits and you wait. he truly didn’t think this far ahead. you only give him a few extra seconds to be silent before you hang up all together.

matt kisses his teeth and redials. when you eventually answer again he speaks through the smoke in his lungs, "hi. why'd you hang up?"

"matt, don't call my phone and expect me to speak to you first." your voice has a bite to it that still surprises matt a little. it's so infrequent for you to be harsh or upset (as long as matt has known you, you've been nothing but cheerful and well… sunny) that it's oddly pleasant to see how you handle negative emotions- it reminds him that you’re not always good, something he’d always weirdly envied about you.

he releases more smoke in the air around him, "my bad, sweetheart."

"just tell me why you’re calling. are you drunk or ...?"

"no. i just wanted to know what you're doing."

you sigh heavily, "why does that concern you...?"

his eyes pinch as he stares out into the dark backyard, "why're you bein' so difficult? 'm just trying t-"

"matt. get there, please." you rush, though you secretly are enjoying hearing his voice and the romanticized idea that he must care a little if he’s reaching out again.

“yeah.” he takes a breath, “i don’t know. i’m just, like, here…by myself, and i wanted to remember what you sounded like.”

you smirk to yourself but drop it immediately, “okay…well, this is what i sound like.”

“yes, so soothing, i could fall asleep right here,” you can hear him audibly stretch.

“oh, i’m putting you to sleep?” you tease.

“yeah, i need you to come over and wake me up,” he inhales once more.

you’re silent and he breathes out again, “fuck was that too much- i’m sorry.”

“definitely. i need you to calm down, sir.”

“oh i’m so calm, baby,” he moans out playfully.

“matt, i’ll hang up-”

“woah! let’s not make such rash decisions?!”

“okay then.”

“thank you for answering,” his voice is muffled, “you could’ve blocked me- i talked to you so crazy that night and i do feel bad about, i want you to know.” he pauses and you silently process as he continues to compliment you, “you’re the only woman besides, like, my mother, who is just classy as fuck and way too kind to everyone whether they deserve it or not.”

you could never have expected to hear any words of admiration from matt in regards to you. “oh my god, are you near a couple of trees right now? how’d you get so sappy all of a sudden?”

matt takes a second to register your joke before his entire face crinkles and he shakes his head, giggling, “bad joke. such a bad joke.”

you let yourself laugh a little as well before pulling together, “thank you for apologizing, i honestly didn’t expect that from you.”

“well i don’t hand them out like that so i guess you’re lucky or something.”

“i guess i am…” you smile into your words a little.

“what have you been doing?”

“like the past few weeks or right now?”

“i was talking about right now but you can say both.”

“just was checking! i don’t want to talk to much, i know you’d hate to listen to it.”

“heyyy! really? throwin’ some shit i just told you i didn’t mean right in my face like that?”

“i’m sorry i had to!”

“you were holding on to that one, huh?”

“just a little.”

“okay, tell me everything and i’ll listen.”

“i know i made it seem like i’ve been doing a lot but i’ve honestly just been working a bunch. it’s not as much of a nightmare as it sounds though- working long shifts has helped me fall asleep quicker. i’ve also started cooking a lot more whenever im bored which andrea looooves. and… um, right now i’m taking a bath.”

matt’s eyes widen and he chuckles, “dammit! i knew i should’ve facetimed instead!”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh yourself, “what are you doing, matt?”

“guess.”

“i mean, i know you’re smoking but you could be in a random bedroom at a party or like, at some other bitch’s house…i don’t know, i’m just guessing!”

“never that,” he laughs- which you can’t decipher as a sarcastic or genuine one -and explains further, “‘m at home, outside with that perfect little blunt you made.”

“oh, for real?”

“uh huh, she’s treating me real good.”

“i’m glad. can you finish telling me how you’ve been?”

“yeah, um-”

“mattttt!” a very drunk nick suddenly yells while sliding open the glass door.

matt literally jumps and is immediately annoyed, you can hear it in his voice despite it being muffled now, “dude, you scared the shit out of me! what do you need?”

“hello to you too, ugh, i forgot you’re all moody right now. what are you even doing it’s all dark and shit?” nick hangs on the door has he peeks outside.

matt gets up to close the door again, “mind your business, nick. move, you’re in the way.”

“hmm, you are so weird.” nick squints his eyes and turns away yelling chris’ name in a blood curdling scream (for absolutely no reason besides the fact that he thought it’d be funny to see chris drunkenly run into the living room).

“hey, you still there?”

“mhm, yes”

“nick and chris just got back from the bar so i’ll have to help them chill out, um, yeah. i wanna hang out again. not even just to fuck if you aren’t cool with that yet, if we can be friends around our friends we can be friends by ourselves.”

friends? you and matt? hm. “that’d be nice, do you wanna just come over like usual?”

“i mean i could but we can do whatever you want, seems like you’ve been home a lot so, you know.” his voice gets more distracted as he speaks

“okay, i’ll let you know. good night.”

“sounds good, sweetheart.”

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MATT - 6:30 PM

Are you done yet?

Y/N - 6:52 PM

yes i’m coming now

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“i’m sorry again for keeping you so late y/n, you really didn’t have to stay and help me close!” your coworker, angela, beams as she follows you out of the back door with a trash bag.

“don’t worry about it,” you smile to her as you walk with her to the large dumpster on the side of the building.

she throws a bag the size of her torso into the bin with a mumble of ‘ew’ before turning to you, “don’t say that! i know you have that date thing tonight, i don’t want you to be late.”

“i told you it’s not a date! we’re hanging out as friends.”

she rolls her eyes while putting her travel sized hand sanitizer back into her purse, “y/n don’t start with that…it’s totally a date from what you’ve told me.”

you both continue to walk towards the back parking lot,“trust me, he’s made it clear he’s not that kind of guy.”

“then why waste your time?”

right when you go to defend yourself you hear a car door shut, drawing your attention to the man of the hour, who’s locking the doors of his sleek black suv as his jaw works a minty piece of gum.

his black tee exposes his tattoos and his jean shorts are held up with his favorite black belt. you can see his light eyes are squinted due to the sun’s undying brightness from where you stand.

angela turns to you with a full smirk and softly slaps your arm, whispering and giggling, “girl, he’s hot!”

“oh my god!” you have an uncontrollable smile as you look at her, “stop it!” you look over again and this time matt is leaning against his car, ready to catch your eye and send you a wave of his fingers with his eyebrows raised.

you wave back then turn away once more, “‘kay i should probably go but i’ll see you wednesday, right?” you lean in for a hug.

“yes i’ll be here,” she smiles into the embrace as you kiss into the air to the side of her head, “you’ll have to give me all the deets!”

“mhm,” you hum as you both part ways, “bye ang!”

you approach matt without any rush and he takes the time to gaze over your complexion (far more radiant than the last time he’d seen you) and the way your mini jean skirt compliments the blushed red top you’re wearing. “hi sunny,” he grins and reaches a hand out to bring you into a hug, only for you to set the handle of your small purse in it. he kisses his teeth playfully, “it’s still like that, huh?”

“like what?” you condescendingly look up at him.

“alright, girl,” he dismisses, “where are we goin?“

“it’s a surprise for a reason matt!”

“okay… then i’m assuming you’ll drive?”

“not exactly..” you spin on your heel and walk away from him as a hint to follow you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk down the busy sidewalk, he gives a couple of glances down at your phone while also navigating the two of you. “metro?” he reads aloud.

“mhm,” you reply and smile to yourself while adding the tickets to your apple wallet.

“wow, you really planned this shit out.”

“i’ve never half-assed something in my life,” you say as you both stop at a cross walk.

“never? you have a brother, right?” he asks and you nod, “i’m sure he’d be able to come up with something.”

“probably,” you shrug and grab his wrist when the walking sign lights. “we’re gonna make it just in time, the bus comes at 7:10.”

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the seating on the bus is comfortably squished; you sit in the window seat and matt next to you, moving his limbs inward to give room to those walking in the isle.

you reapply a faded shade of red, black cherry to your lips while using your phone camera. matt watches with his lips pursed in awe. “that shade looks nice on you,” he says softly.

you’re already feeling giddy internally and he’s forcing you to blow your unbothered cover at this point, “thank you,” you smile and turn to see him already close to your face, looking at your eyes then lips. you just have to close the space by giving him a small kiss, mumbling, “it looks good on you too, see,” you move your phone so that he can see his lips outlined with the stain of you.

he laughs and pouts his lips while checking himself out in your camera, making the risky move to take a photo of himself, before giving your cheek a kiss.

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“jesus, for forty fucking minutes you better have brought me to an all inclusive resort!” matt complains while dramatically stretching his back.

the sun was now peeking down and the flashing lights of santa monica pier were extra enticing. “stop, we’re gonna have so much fun! look!” you point at the energetic strip with a childish grin.

“alright, let’s go then,” he tilts his head towards the fair.

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“definitely could have gone without that last ride- wayyy too many dips,” matt holds his stomach dramatically.

“i could tell, you were screamin’ like crazy,” you smirk as the two of you stand in the line at one of the many food trucks. two hours into being there and you’ve rode almost all of the rides, it was expected for matt to ask to stop for some sort of food eventually.

“barely.” he rolls his eyes, “what do you want?”

“i’ll have a water and one of those bomb pops,” you tell him.

“that’s not really food, are you gonna be good with that for right now?” he clarifies.

“yes, matt. thank you,” you smile and matt waves you off as he approaches the tall window to order.

“hey, what’s up man? i’ll just have a water, one of those fourth of july a bomb pops, medium fry and a modelo in a can please,” he flashes a smile and pays quickly.

you thank him and the cashier as you take hold of the items you asked for. “can we go walk on the beach?” you ask him.

“yeah, it’ll be dark as shit, but yeah,” he responds lightly and shoves a few fries into his mouth.

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“when i was younger my mom would bring me and my brother to the pier every summer since i was seven maybe?” the waves crash softly in the background as matt lays between your legs, despite the scratchy denim of your skirt. “when i was eleven my brother would want to go off with his friends in high school and my mom wasn’t a fan of the rides, so she would bring me to walk on the beach with her instead.” you recall out loud after matt had asked what made you want to come here today.

“mmm, reminds me of east coast beaches when i was a kid. we’d make a whole day out of it and pack up my mom’s minivan.” you stretch his scalp hypnotically, “just being rowdy and annoying as hell on the ride there and sleeping on the way back. being a kid is, like, the best and we never realize it when we’re there.”

“isn’t it kind of sweet that we don’t? kids don’t even understand the concept of missing childhood or being nostalgic until they’re older. if eight year old me were constantly dwelling on what’s passed i know she’d go insane. i mean, even now, everyone is always chasing previous feelings and never fully in tune with the one present.” you look out at the waves that softly build up and crash repeatedly.

matt licks his lips and opens his eyes, sitting up from your lap, “holy shit, sunny,” he kisses you and pulls away to laugh, “you just made me sound like a dumbass.”

he keeps a hold of your face, “matt you’re not dumb, everyone is nostalgic for something,” you kiss him again to seal your words.

matt pulls away and you stands up and begin to remove your shirt leaving you in a lacy bra, “come on,” you tilt your head and matt immediately stands up to cover you.

“the fuck do you mean, ‘come on’?” he starts to laugh while looking around for anyone around.

you roll your eyes at his protection and unbutton your skirt, “take a dip with me.”

“no?! y/n, that water is freezing...”

you pull down your pants to reveal a small pair of matching lacy panties that matt can barely see in the dark but he just knows would send him over the edge.

“matttt,” you pout and bring his hands to your exposed ass, lifting his chin to capture his lips in your own, “please?” you look up at him.

he pinched his eyes shut, “baby, put your clothes back on…”

“alright be lame,” you take his hands off of you and run into the empty beach with a freeing laugh.

matt stands there, not wanting to yell and draw attention to you both, but also not wanting to freeze to death.

“matt! the water’s not even that cold, come here!” you exclaim, wading in the shallow water.

“no, i’ll just wait here until you’re done cooling off…”

“matt, please! what if i-” you pretend to fall backwards and start to fake a drowning scene that has him undressing to his boxers quickly.

he ignores the rush in his blood from the surprise of the water’s temperature in favor of getting you out of there. he calls your name over and over, the pitch black look of the ocean doing absolutely nothing to help.

he’s pretty freaked out when you come back up and jump on his back yelling, “you saved me! you saved me!” with a cackle.

matt immediately groans and slaps the water, “fuck you, why would you ever do some shit like that?!”

you giggle and he throws you off his back easily, turning around to be face to face with you as you wipe your eyes, “oh my god matt, my mascara’s gonna run!”

“maybe we should think of these things before running into the ocean?”

you stop wiping underneath your eyes to forcefully push him under the water, giggling at the sound of the crash and his “don’t-!” right before.

“no more,” he spits out water and scolds you when he comes back up, inching closer to you and holding you by your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“okay,” you agree and go to kiss his wet face just as he quickly unhooks you and throws you back under.

“matt!” you squeal as you resurface to hear him laughing, “dude, i’m gonna kill you.”

“truce, truce, truce!” he repeats and backs away from you.

“yeah, you better run,” you threaten.

౨ৎ

“your eyelashes are like sooo long when they’re wet,” you compliment as you stare at matt under the moon’s light.

he pulls you closer him to stop his mouth from chattering due to the cold, “i’ll give you my lash routine,” he jokes.

“i realized something when we got off the phone the other day,” you bring up, as your eyes run over each of his facial features.

“tell me,” he rolls his icy lips into his mouth.

“i never said sorry for being nasty to you on your birthday.”

matt’s eyes squint, “it’s fine, i’m not hung up on that shit. we said we’re good, right?”

“yes, but-”

“alright then,” he shrugs and squeezes your ass in reassurance.

a smile graces your face and and you let your head fall to his shoulder, whispering, “matt…i’m cold now.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that, oh my god!”

౨ৎ

you both suffer as you put your clothes back on over your wet skin. you’re both chattering messes and simply cannot stop laughing about it as you make your way back to the boardwalk’s strip of raging bright lights.

you don’t get far before you’re begging matt to win you an oversized faux fur leopard print coat, “it’s just what i need, please!”

and he’s spent almost two twenties replaying this stupid game over and over again. you’re a pretty good cheerleader though.

“come on matt, you got it this time! no pressure! it’s only like i’m dying of hypothermia!” he deadpans as he looks over to you, “what?”

it was a simple game of ring toss- that was most definitely rigged, but besides you reminding him this and saying you didn’t need the coat that much, the stand runner’s comments doubting matt was enough to fuel him to continue playing until he wins.

and somehow he tosses the perfect ring, watching it land and swivel around the bottle in victory. you both outwardly celebrate with screams and a very public kiss, that the two of you just can’t stop sharing today.

“congratulations,” the employee boredly says.

“thank you sir, thank you.” matt then obnoxiously turns around and yells out a speech to the random passersby “i wanna thank my mother, my grandmother, brothers, dog, and you people for giving me this opportunity to win something so grand for my sweet sunshine!” you stop giggling to give a royal wave to the many people judging the two of you, “thank you santa monica!” he blows a kiss and you both spin around to claim your prize.

“you two are like cartoon characters,” the stand runner says. and as soon as you start to grin at him he corrects, “that wasn’t a compliment.”

“whatever man, just give the pretty girl the fucking coat,” matt blinks at him. as the man walks away to grab the fluff off of the rack a few people stop by the table and matt warns them, “if i were you i’d keep walkin’, this guy’s a first-class hater.”

you drag matt by his arm back over to you, “did you take your socially-overbearing pills today?!”

“i have no clue, i think im too cold for my brain to process embarrassment anymore.”

“here’s that coat,” the man hands you it with a shake of his head.

“thank you, sir!” you exclaim and immediately fit your arms from the sleeves, “this is everything i’ve ever wanted!” you say as your jaw goes slack.

“you look good,” matt agrees, “you also look warm, so now i’m jealous.”

“let’s go get you something warm, baby.”

౨ৎ

after a trip to a random gift shop for a hoodie, matt whined about needing real food so bad.

so the two of you stand at the hostess stand in a small mexican restaurant on the strip.

“for two?”

“yes, thank you.”

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?” matt speaks close to your ear and you simply nod and watch him walk off.

you wait a few moments before the hostess offers to take you to your table, “did you want to go sit now or wait for your boyfriend?” she asks kindly.

you try not to make it so apparent that you enjoy the idea of you being matt’s girlfriend, “yeah, i can sit now, he’ll find me.”

౨ৎ

“i’ll have the chicken burrito please with extra rice,” matt orders as he sits across from you.

“and i’ll have the four birria tacos please,” you hand her the menu kindly.

you both are bundled up ridiculously with frizzy hair and barely-dry clothes, you’re surprised anyone agreed to serve you.

“alright, that should be out shortly!”

when she walks away matt asks, “why didn’t you get a drink? i’m just curious.”

“i swore off drinking until my birthday,” you shrug and fall back into the plush of the booth.

“mm, not smoking either?” he sips his water.

“i mean i haven’t smoked since early august but no i didn’t purposely stop.”

matt nods, “well if you were to drink, what are you ordering? i usually go for a corona but i wanna try something different.”

“oh strawberry margarita, a hundred percent. hits everytime.”

“i’ve never had a margarita so i’ll try it.”

your jaw drops, “hell yeah you’re gonna try it, i can’t believe you!”

“what can i say?” matt shrugs.

౨ৎ

matt plays with the toothpick in his mouth as you both sit in your spots for the bus ride home. he got to enjoy his first margarita and you took multiple pictures to document it, he bought you churros to go, and now you both are the most tired you’ve been in a while.

you quietly respond to texts that andrea sent you hours ago, asking what you’re doing and if you’ll be home soon, while matt lays his head on your shoulder sleepily.

eventually you shut your phone off and calmly rest your head against the chilled window for the rest of the ride.

•

[rosiestalez]

hi hi, ok ok so what abt gambit helping out f!reader when she’s drunk (they’re in an established relationship) ughhh i just want to see him being caring 😩

anyways thank u sm and hope u have a good day/night 😋

Remy Takes Care of you after drinking:

Gambit(Remy LeBeau) x fem!reader

SURE! Here’s something! It’s short, but I think it does the job. He’s a southern man so he’s a gentleman💜.

Warnings: Alcohol, Remy is a little older than the reader, but not explicitly mentioned (I just thought that it would make sense for this lil not so drabble). Drunk reader, picture is from Pinterest!

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You and Remy had engaged in a extremely long night of drinking, partying, poker, and whatever else he came up with. Compared to you, who is a light weight, Remy seemed fine, he’s holding his own. He’s not stumbling, slurring, or giggling uncontrollably like you happen to be. This ragin’ Cajun knew how to party; it’s like it was in his blood.

He guided you up the stairs of the shared home, his hand placed kindly on the small of your back while the other fiddles with the door knob. You can’t help but laugh, “baby I believe that is the wrong key”, your words slurring.

“Oh, s’rry mon amour”, he fiddles with his key chain again before finding the right key and opening the door with ease, “alri, les gon ahead and get you inside”, you stumble in, he’s holding you to stop you from falling over. He softly sits you down on the bench by the door sliding off your heals, and helping you take off your jacket. You sit there for a second just staring at the spinning walls while he makes you a glass of ice water. “Here ya go Cherie, don’t chug”, handing you the glass; you do what he says and take tiny sips while he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He grabs the glass from your hand placing it onto the dresser and slowly lowers you onto the bed.

“Reeeeemmmyyy!!!!”, you whine grabbing at his hands to pull him down beside you, to bad he’s stronger than you resisting your motions. He snickers at you; he strips your dress off, “ahhh yes!”, you moan when he takes off your bra. He can’t help but smile at your antics.

“That feel better amour?”, you bite your lip nodding drunkenly, your eyes are so hazy and your ears feel like they are filled with water. He grabs some pajamas and dresses you before tucking you into the plush sheets of the bed. He kisses your forehead, runs down to the kitchen grabbing an ice pack to keep you cool so you don’t start feeling sick. He puts it on your neck and rolls you on your left. “Bonne nuit, mon amour, Je t’aime”, he kisses you again on the cheek knowing you’re already out cold he walks over to his side of the bed shutting off his bedside lamp. He watches you for a couple minutes before drifting off to sleep himself.

another a/n at the end, but this is for all the girlies who get sick a lot or for people who don’t know, but always try to keep cool. when i get nauseous i get hot and an ice pack keeps me from throwing up, laying on your stomach on the left side also helps. also humming when you feel like you’re gonna spill your guts.

[yandere-daydreams]

I agree w u Abt the bailey thing ngl 😔. Part of his appeal is that hes so unreachable in a way. I hate his ass (hanging his picture on my wall). He's such a funny character in some regards tho ngl. Like when I first played Alex's route I didn't know he'd make Remy back down initially and show up at the farm every Sunday to collect rent 😭 still. Like bestie no one is making you drive out here every week at the crack of dawn for ur 4k. Just send one of ur goons or smth 💀. He even tries to take ur kid back to the orphanage if u have one w Alex at the farm. Like mister what is ur deal. Ik we're prob his best investment but sir you're going to give me the wrong idea 😳.

That said I need to know stat why he's freaked out by the attic. Amazing we should have a one time event where PC can hide up there to avoid paying rent and we watch him curse us out while struggling to climb up w/o jumping at every creak. Yeah he'll beat our ass for it but it'd be worth it <3

my running headcanon is that the pc is,,, like,,, secretly some kind of eldritch, shapeshifting Creature and only bailey and maybe the monster LIs are aware of it. they keep increasing your rent bc they know making you work ten jobs and go to school full-time while keeping up with your 5+ romantic partners is the only way to make sure you don't have the energy to burn the entire town to the ground, and even them, sometimes you'll just go missing for a week and come back partially transformed into whatever animal you saw most often. they know that baby's gonna be fucking Weird too, so they're just tying up loose ends early. everyone else is living in a (admittedly fucked up) dating sim while bailey is experiencing a full supernatural horror. i wouldn't want to see what's in that attic either buddy.

[fountainpenguin]

Riddle watches New Wish - Post #18

Operation: Birthday Takeback

Dev's birthday!! Look at him. For some reason, the fact that his drones are here in 2D is funny to me... He's a little cartoon guy. Hazel is very cute.

I have a note here that says Dev's birthday is separated from Founder's Day by 9 years, 7 months, 14 days. So, he's had Peri for 4.5 months?

-> That is not too shabby in a universe where it's rare [in the OG series] to keep godkids for a year. Nice job, Dev!

...... Do you think they'll bring back rule-free fairyversary muffins (There WAS a full movie about it), because I have a pretty good idea what he'd wish for. Smells like trouble...

Okay, let's go! ... Peri does not think his parents are cool. And Dev is SHOCKED they came over. Also, he has no idea what to do with this much attention. He's SO red.

Hm. Peri looks really unimpressed... Did he already give Dev every birthday wish he wants and now it'll be awkward when Hazel gives a gift, because what can she possibly give that Peri didn't?

-> Dev still seems delighted Hazel's here! I think her friendship is the best gift :)

-> I do not think Peri knows enough about Dev's interests to surprise him, especially since they weren't getting along in the Dimmsonian episode because Dev was frustrated Peri couldn't "make a better cupcake" and Peri was frustrated Dev couldn't figure out what flavor he wanted.

-> Peri gives me "by the book" learning vibes; he's frustrated Dev doesn't listen to him and is harder to work with than the theoretical child he had in mind, I think.

-> Okay yeah, Peri is having NONE of this. Okay, Mr. Jealous Clingy Boyfriend Vibes...

Aw, Cosmo is trying to cheer Dev up... Peri, you wanna... jump in, or...? No?

Also, I'm enjoying watching what at this moment in time seems to be a healthy friendship and/or romance develop. I'm all for tormenting children, but this is nice too.

Peri...

Also, Dev thinks Hazel is like, the coolest person ever. And Peri is SO jealous Dev would rather hang out with his human friend than with a magical fairy. That's hysterical.

Something something, Juandissimo spent 3 seasons getting fired and bounced around Fairy World because he couldn't stop crying over how much he loved and missed Remy and finally broke Da Rules to return his memories, something something, Peri came here for a good time and he is honestly feeling so attacked right now.

I don't know what I'm trying to say, but... u get it. Two spoiled bullies, two very different dynamics. It's not the kid; it's the willingness of the fairy to meet them where they are... and love unconditionally.

Local celebrity kid who spent his Spellementary School life getting fawned over never developed the social skills to make friends and doesn't know how to deal with people viewing him as a flawed three-dimensional person.

For some reason I'm getting flashbacks to the end of "School of Crock" when Poof referred to his classmates as "his friends and Foop."

Okay, I thought Dev would freak out (/negative) over seeing boots since his dad literally unveiled a statue of him kissing his beloved boots while disregarding his son, but... he likes them! Despite that emotional blow, he is a Dimmadome to his core.

-> Dev getting his very first pair of little cowboy boots with tiny spurs 'fic, please.

-> Toddler Dev trying on his dad's or grandpa's boots 'fic, please.

Dev: Why didn't YOU think of getting me [rocket boots], pickle-brain Peri? Peri: Because my job is to grant you wishes! Not to read your mind!

Yikes... It's been a long few months for them.

Also, Cosmo and Wanda choose this moment not to overstep on the parenting relationship here and that's fantastic. Sorry, Peri- You're on your own for this one.

-> Wanda's totally willing to get Peri out of here if he needs it. So... she probably did notice Dev being snippy with him, but actively chose not to step in since Peri told her not to overstep in "Lost in Fairy World." Interesting.

Hm. I wonder if Peri has an animal form? I imagine he takes the form of tech or something that wouldn't catch Dale's eye. He probably sleeps in Dev's bedroom though (and/or "Hassle in the Castle"-esque pocket space).

-> Peri in his debut: /confidence oozing from every pore

-> Peri 4.5 months later: my crops are dying. I'm crops.

I love this family.

Though I feel like... it puts a weird level of stress or professionalism on Peri and Dev. I don't really have the words for it, but something something, maybe Peri's first assignment shouldn't have been so close to his parents because they are clearly struggling to let him speak or handle things himself. It's nice he can ask advice, but I feel like if they're around too often and Peri defers to them, that blurs lines and will be really confusing for Dev.

Who do you listen to if your fairy is telling you "Yes" and his parents - who have no technical authority over you but have ambiguous semi-authority in your fairy's mind - are telling you "No?" That's workplace tension waiting to happen.

And Peri is clearly trying to set his workplace boundaries - we saw that in "Lost in Fairy World" especially - but Cosmo and Wanda keep kinda undermining him and bringing family vibes into work, and he's also grown now, so... Yikes. I love them, but that's rough, buddy.

Forget that- Is that Vicky?

?? Vicky is still young? Or is this Vicky's daughter? MARK, what did you do? I know you literally have clones of her, sir.

I mean, I guess it's not out of the question she'd look the same years later- she had the same hair when she was 5 back in "The Switch Glitch" and she clearly likes that style, but I wasn't expecting it, especially since she's probably close to Dale's age and he's clearly beefed up (and I think gotten taller). Huh. Well, all righty.

The golden cowboy boots on display with the "In honor" plaque are not doing anything to disprove my tentative theory that Doug Dimmadome has passed on and that's why Dale is so clingy towards his boots.

Pfft, the "Icky Vicky" song is still a thing.

SLKJDF, I'm amazed they carried through with Vicky being the one to put Dale to work at the lemonade stand. I'm still confused as to whether she started it at age 9 or took over from someone else.

DEV DOESN'T KNOW HER???

Dale, you are a terrible dad. How can he be so bitter about his past and tell his son horror stories about Vicky, and/or not keep constant watch for her? I can't believe he hasn't sued her into oblivion.

-> It's because he doesn't tell Dev stories unless it's to gripe about how he needs to pull his weight because "My life was so hard when I was your age," isn't it?

I like how Dev is trying to lightly call to Peri for help without attracting attention or moving his lips. Geez, man- That's gotta be so stressful when you're trying to rely on someone new to help you and they don't show up. He didn't have him in the Hocus Poconos and he can't get him out here when he needs him. This is gonna be great on his trust issues, I'm sure.

Peri looking at his dad vs. Wanda looking at her sexy husband:

Dev will hang with his friends, but he's not putting down his stuff.

This next face he makes (without words) to signal "Hey, I'm doing my best" is so funny to me. He's like. "Yeah, I don't have to say anything; she knows what's going on here."

... I'm confused. What is up with Wanda and Cosmo right now? Why are they leaving notes to Dale that out Hazel as a godkid and them as fairies (who are disguised as humans)?

I get that they're not thinking ahead and are spelling out notes while they talk to each other, but surely they should know better than to leave evidence, especially after they saw Cookie get 10k years in prison for revealing the existence of Fairies and we know Hazel could be separated from them. Peri clearly knows this is a bad idea. Utterly incomprehensible to me.

"Icky Vicky" remix!!! Also, Dev handles rocket boots way better than Kevin Crocker did.

Dev "It's not a children's party; I'm a BIG KID!" Dimmadome - Dude, you just turned 10. I mean... That is double digits and you're just a little guy, so... good job.

I'm so glad I was right and that Dev isn't allowed to drink lemonade. That's hilarious. I'm obsessed. He wants it so much...

A.J., Poof, and Crocker sure changed a lot considering Vicky looks the same.

I love Dev covering Hazel's eyes so she doesn't see the partially naked money-covered mural of his dad.

The fact that this is even in the show is hilarious; it says so much to me. Dale "Obsessed with flaunting where I am now in life" & Dev "Instantly doing damage control so my BFF doesn't feel uncomfy or think I'm weird and ditch me" Dimmadome.

....... I said BFF, but I'm pretty sure Dev said Trev was his BFF in Episode 1 and now I'm wondering why we haven't seen them together at all. Hm. I'm gonna have to circle back to Episode 1 later; I might be misremembering.

Their names are Dev and Trev... Where is this silly duo? We're bein' ROBBED!

Peri's grown out of calling Wanda "Mama"- just "Mom." Good note for me in case I want to write something in line with New Wish's canon specifically, since I've always used "Mama" in 'fics even when he's older.

Peri watching his parents make innuendo jokes:

Oh, INSTANT panic on their end at the news of Vicky in the house. More so than with Crocker!

50 years of deep-seeded trauma... This would be a fantastic title card or redraw. Maybe I'll draw it someday.

Cannot believe Peri has been whiplashed back and forth by being snarked at, coddled, reminded of his Hocus Poconos trauma, and now he's facing Vicky trauma all within a couple episodes. It's been a long 4 months.

Peri @ Vicky: "She's REAL!? I thought I imagined her as a baby!!!" is he ok.

-> This is very funny to me because it plays into my headcanon of Poof growing up to forget most of his time with Timmy, including his name, and beating himself up about it.

I don't think Peri has gone one episode without going full panic mode over something. This kid's not lasting long as a godparent. Dev's gonna crack him like a nut and then Jorgen's going to wipe the floor with him.

omg, Dev needs his godparent to stand up for him against Vicky and Peri's having a MELTDOWN and hiding behind his mom. Um???

Holy cow, I've never seen him break like this, except maybe when he gained his fear of the dark in "Lights Out." That includes his many brushes with death and when Fairy Court unraveled his existence from the timeline.

-> I cannot believe I made a joke about how I wasn't sure how things could get more traumatizing for Peri than having to face the Hocus Poconos and yet here we are. Yeah, he's gonna put in his two weeks' notice like... tomorrow.

He ditched his godkid! Peri!!! You are a grown-up now! You can't do that!!

Okay, so Vicky is as tall as Cosmo and Wanda, so she can be an adult, sure. Also, Cosmo and Wanda finally getting the chance to stand up to her <3 I don't remember her tormenting them that much but maybe it's secondhand spooks.

-> Peri's meltdown continues in the background. That is some DEEP trauma.

Even if this was a non-Vicky person, would Peri be mentally equipped to deal with it? Because he's reacting badly for a guy whose memories are so wobbly, he can't remember if they were real. He's not there for Dev and he clearly has some issues to work out.

-> I think he needs more godparent training; he is NOT ready.

(Full moon!)

Ooh, Dev feels like his dad replaced him with Hazel... Dev out here like "Wait a sec, the reason my dad's not been around in 4.5 months is because apparently he's obsessed with you?" Oh boy... Those three expressions just tell it all (The horrified realization, the despair, the anger...)

omfg, Dev just found out Hazel "wished to become friends with him" ("I wish I knew why he acted so mean") and he feels like he's not good enough to be liked without a wish and everything was a lie, and he is CRASHING and screaming. Oh, geez louise. Terrible job, everyone!!! Everybody loses!!

I really like this night city skyline. It's so pretty. I love this decompression scene. Really good storytelling move and also nice to look at. I want to write with these vibes.

Man, Hazel's comforting herself and turning to Cosmo and Wanda for support (and making plans of how to make her evening better after getting yelled at).

I bet I know who's NOT about to turn to his fairy for support~

Dev: And where tf were you!?!?

"I was calling for you; why didn't you answer me? Why is no one ever there? Why does everyone else 'matter more' than me, even the people who are supposed to look out for me?"

Peri: D':

-> I like how the poof clouds still have words in them. Also, the scribbling scene is really well-done; Dev is losing his marbles.

Oh man... Thaaat's a big mess. Welcome home, child trauma show <3

Also, fanfic timeline notes under the cut:

[Contains a small timeline spoiler for Along the Cherry Lane, which is a 'fic I won't be starting for a long time. This is already in my Timmy's Timeline notes from the sideblog, though, so if you've already seen it, it's nothing new]

Wanda said it's been a "couple decades" since her encounters with Vicky. So... is Vicky like, 36?

I could've sworn Vicky and Dale were close to the same age; he has a teen body design in "Nectar of the Odds."

His age might've been adjusted though, or at least he may have started at a very young age. He told Dev in "Stanky Danky" that "when he was his age, he was working in a factory making lemonade every Saturday" and missed all the Saturday cartoons. This is Dev's 10th birthday, so maybe the thought here is "Dale started at age 9 or 10, then stopped at age 16 or 17."

If that's true, then yes, he's Vicky's age.

So. In that case, that screenshot of distraught Dev I put up in my "Battle of the Dimmsonian" post and captioned as "This is probably how Dale used to look at Vicky and then she kicked him down the stairs" is probably age-accurate too, and that's even worse.

Let's say it's been 2 decades and Dale was 16 then, now 36. That would mean he had Dev... Let's say around age 26 or 27.

-> That would jump us from 2002 [in my 'fics] to Dev being born around 2012, with New Wish taking place more or less around 2022. I think I'm okay with that- We saw in "Fearless" that the Enrichment Academy's most recent champion win was 2019 and they win every few years, so that makes perfect sense.

I think my 'fic Along the Cherry Lane ends with Tammy and Tommy close to age 10 in 2020? Let me see...

Riddle's Cloudlands AU notes: - Timmy parts ways with Cosmo and Wanda on October 15th, 2010 - Chloe parts ways with Cosmo and Wanda the night of March 20th, 2011. - Tammy is born September 2013 & Tommy February 2016 - Tammy and Tommy receive Cosmo and Wanda as godparents in 2023 (He's 8 or 9, she's 10 or 11)

Hmm... That's riding really close to Hazel's timeline. New Wish will probably be over by the time I'm done with my current longfics and ready for Along the Cherry Lane, so I won't worry about it for now, but it'll be nice to have these notes later in case I do want to try fitting this into my canon. We'll see if we get any hints about Tammy or Tommy in future episodes. I'd love to see Hazel meet Timmy with his kids, though I doubt we'll see that.

-> I also would not be opposed to kicking "Channel Chasers" out of New Wish's canon because it's not an episode I have attachment to and, well... we don't have flying cars or robot babysitters yet.

... If I were to keep everything, I feel like I'd rather take New Wish as canon and then put "Channel Chasers" after it (even if that violates the "20 years later" label) than commit to "Channel Chasers" and kick Hazel away. I was dreading worldbuilding a society that gained flying cars and robots within 20 years anyway, so I wouldn't be mad.

-> But I'll have to decide how much New Wish I want to incorporate into my canon, seeing as I usually prioritize the OG series in Cloudlands AU above spin-off media. Hmm.

Again, I won't be finishing this 'fic for a long time, so New Wish might be over by then and I'll have more information to work with.

Thanks for reading my liveblog!

[fgumi]

like it's magnetic

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ synopsis: you’ve finally debuted with illit!

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ pairing(s): boynextdoor x idol!f!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ genre: slice of life, smau ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a/n: it’s moving a little slow :( but! i’ve since realized that this is just going to be a series and i should make a cool looking masterlist for it… ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ word count: 2000 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ read: previous or next

it was the first week of your official promotions. the show and show champion had a surprising fan turnout for your debut. you religiously monitored yourself to make sure you were performing at your best for your fans. there were a lot of mixed responses online right now, expressing criticisms or support.

despite all the internet chatter, it wasn’t why you were nervous. today, one of your closest friends was going to be the mc introducing illit to the m countdown audience, someone you had been stealthily avoiding since you finished r u next?.

he wasn’t subtle with his excitement.

you really could have responded to everyone at this point. you debuted and were an idol for all intents and purposes. you just thought you’d drag on the suspense until you met jaehyun again for the first time in 10 months.

some parts of you were scared about the state of your friendships. 10 months was a long time to go without talking to someone. what if you changed too much and they don’t like you? what if they’ve changed and don’t want to talk to you anymore? what if they resent—

“y/n! there’s someone here to see you,” wonhee pointed at the door. “it’s jaehyun sunbaenim from boynextdoor.”

she leaned closer to you with eager questioning eyes and whispered. “did you guys used to date? because you can’t have dated during r u next? and koz entertainment did join hybe while you were a trainee and he left you all those demos. if you guys did used to date, him seeking you out like this is kind of romantic. it’s so risky though but that’s what makes it—”

“wonhee,” you interrupted. “i wouldn’t risk my career like that. also, i would’ve told you if my ex was an idol.”

she pouted and pulled away. “man, i thought this was going to be a modern day romeo and juliet.”

a breathy laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. you patted her head as you made your way towards the door. you cracked the door open slightly and saw jaehyun fiddling with his fingers.

“jaehyun,” you whispered. “what are you doing here?”

said man whipped his head up to meet your eyes. times like this reminded you why you and dozens of other fans called him a puppy. his eyes sparkled as his lips split into a grin.

“y/n!”

you shushed him quickly and peaked your head out into the hall. you frantically looked around to make sure no one heard him and pulled him into the room, slamming the door shut. jaehyun blinked and looked around the room. when you turned around, you could see your group members staring at you. your manager looked like he had aged 10 years when he saw jaehyun.

“oh! remi hyung! how are you today?” jaehyun greeted. he bounced up to him and offered him a dab-up. your manager reluctantly took it as jaehyun pulled him into a hug.

your group members raised their eyebrows at you. you sheepishly put a finger to your lips, hoping that they wouldn’t ask about it later. jaehyun returned to your side, giving you the chance to pull him into a more private corner.

“jaehyun, this is really dangerous for you and me. you can’t just show up to my dressing room at your—”

your words were cut short as you were pulled into a tight hug. he buried his face into your shoulder with his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“it’s so good to see you again, y/n.”

the tension in your body melted away. you allowed yourself to return the hug, hand resting on the nape of his neck. “it’s been awhile, huh?”

silence fell over you two for a minute before jaehyun pulled away. you could see unshed tears glistening in his eyes, causing tears to form in your own. you both smiled at each other. he gingerly took your hands in his. “please never stop talking to us again. i know why you did. i won’t judge you for it because i get it. but, everything felt empty without you there talking us through it.”

you quickly looked up at the ceiling, forbidding your tears from falling. you hummed in response as you blinked away your tears. you awkwardly patted his hand and returned your gaze once you felt the tears dry. you coughed out a laugh. “did you come all the way here just to make me cry?”

jaehyun shook his head and reached into his pocket. he pulled out a phone strap that had star girl beaded on it with chrome stars and hearts. he offered it to you with two hands and a kind smile. “congratulations on officially debuting.”

you stared at it for a second, remembering the first time they called you that nickname.

“y/n, you know that weeknd song? i think it’s called star boy,” dongmin asked while you and all your friends sat on a picnic blanket. you sat up on your elbows and peered above your sunglasses quizzically. “ya, what about it?” “i think it’s like your theme song.” woonhak sprang up. “that makes so much sense! you ignore your haters because you’re so cool and good at everything.” in his excitement, he slipped on the picnic mat and land in the grass. everyone laughed and cooed at woonhak. “i’m not an idol yet. i don’t have haters nor am i rich,” you pointed out. sungho ruffled your hair. “you’re rich in talent and heart. and, in this industry, you’re bound to have haters.” you swatted at his hand and ducked away, leaning closer to dongmin. “sure…” “regardless, you’re our star girl. you light up our nights and guide us to where we’re supposed to go.” donghyun looked at you through his eye smiles. everyone erupted into awes (except woonhak who was dry heaving at the cheesy comment).

“y/n? do you not like it?” jaehyun’s smile wavered at your hesitance.

you blinked yourself into the present and grabbed the phone strap quickly. “i love it. i was just remembering the first time you guys called me star girl.”

a grin replaced his frown. “ah! i’m pretty sure, after that day, everyone had your contact saved as star girl.”

you shook your head as you fiddled with the phone strap, securing it to your phone. you raised it to your eye level. you were glad to have a physical reminder of your friendship with the guys.

jaehyun pulled out his own phone to show you his phone strap that said myungaji. “all the guys have matching ones. but! they aren’t similar to yours. so, don’t worry about scandals.”

“did you plan that?” you teased. “i didn’t think you guys could think ahead like that.”

his lips jutted out, looking down. “sanghyuk said that we should be mindful of our jobs…”

you hid your laugh behind your phone as you patted his head. he looked up cheerfully, acting just like his nickname.

his phone suddenly rang and stole his attention. he answered it and brought it to his ear. “hello?”

you couldn’t hear exactly what was being said but you did watch jaehyun’s face morph into horror.

“i’m so sorry! i’ll be on my way!” he hung up the phone and pulled you into a tight hug. “i’ll see you in a second. i forgot i had a live to do with sohee and hanbin hyung.”

you watched him sprint out of the room. your group members and staff all stared at the door and then at you. you offered a shrug and they slowly returned to their own activities. a smile settled onto your face while you waited for the interview segment where you’d see jaehyun again.

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

your manager herded you and the other girls into the standby area as the mcs prepared to go live. you watched jaehyun and the other mcs interacting with their fans. it was really nice to see the casual interactions that they had. you taught jaehyun the moves (in a very professional manner as to not bring suspicion upon you two) right before he joined his mcs.

the red light by the live sign started blinking and the three returned to the center. your manager whispered that it was almost time for you guys to go.

“yes, hanging out with m countdown are the super rookies, illit! welcome!” sohee greeted enthusiastically.

you shuffled behind your members, cheering along with the mcs. you bowed to your seniors and their fans as you situated yourself between jaehyun and iroha.

“please introduce yourselves.”

“hello, we’re illit!” you gave a little wave to the camera.

“since it’s the first time people may be meeting you guys, please introduce yourselves individually,” jaehyun led and gestured towards you.

“hi everyone! i’m y/n. it’s nice to meet you!” you grinned.

one after another your group members, they introduced themselves and your debut song, “magnetic”.

“of course, we’d love to see a small dance challenge. who, out of the mcs, would you like to do it with?” hanbin asked.

iroha handed you the mic. “because we’re both under the hybe label, i think jaehyun sunbaenim would do very well," you said with a wide smile.

jaehyun glanced at you and gave hanbin a flustered look before speaking. “okay, do you mind teaching the main point of the choreography?”

moka explained while everyone did the magnet-linking choreography. in your peripheral, you could see jaehyun robotically following your movements. moka looked around and let out a stiff laugh, making everyone burst into short giggles. jaehyun hid behind his hand while hanbin continued the script. “how about we give it a try? please cue the music!”

you shuffled in front of your members with jaehyun next to you. as the music played, you danced along, holding in your laughter when you see jaehyun stumbling a little. the fans cheered after the music stopped. jaehyun folded into himself and hid behind his hand again as he returned to his spot. you gave a round of applause for him and returned to your spot.

his face became bright red while his voice cracked through his lines. “wow, it really is magnetic! i think it’s a really good song. you guys should definitely give the dance challenge a try.”

a relaxed smile rested on your lips as the interview came to an end. you bowed to your seniors and, when you turned to leave, bowed a little deeper at jaehyun. as you rose, jaehyun cringed as he returned his own small bow. you cheekily smiled and turned to the audience. you said your thanks and made you leave, your ears growing warm with every compliment you heard.

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

once you left, jaehyun relaxed and chatted with his fans before making his own leave. he was quick to text your group chat with the rest of boynextdoor.

[hijackalx]

*SOME DURGE QUEST SPOILERS*

***NONCON AND DRUG USE MENTIONS***

GORTASH SFW HEADCANONS:

ok to start i think when he was a prisoner his hair got rlly long and unkept and he hateddd it so the minute he escaped he chopped that shit off himself and thats why its so unruly lol (*EDIT he always cuts his own hair is what im sayin)

this man is such a taurus like everything about him screams taurus. has a taurus stellium fosho

would listen to superheaven

hes also sooo jenny by studio killers, disco man by remi wolf, happiness by the 1975 coded with Durge 😩😩

with durge hes also giving bf that ur dad hates but like thats canon. i think he likes that hes able to influence durge to the point that they rebel lol. the type of boy u run away with when ur younger

probably BLASTED jet black heart by 5SOS on repeat when Durge disappeared LMFAOO

also i kind of feel like the fearless buff to his clothing is more an insight to his character rather than him needing magic to not be fearful bcz he literally got the shit beat out of him everyday and lived in HELL how can he not be desensitized to everything at that point 😭😭😭 it does not get much worse than that my boy

hes so thique like hes just a big boned dude. tiddies SO fat too EUGH + thick shoulders/arms. he feels so warm and safe i just know it i just KNOW it gurl

also idk if it was supposed to happen but in my latest playthrough during the fight with him he dropped his bow and just started beating the shit out of us 😭😭😭😭 all hands baby like WHAT 😭😭 so i like to think thats his preferred method of fighting idk if thats canon tho i feel like i seen somebody talking abt that before but mightve just been another hc

occasionally does drugs. likes the ones that make him feel really elated (idk what theyre called in bg3 its some kind of dust or something) ALSO HC THAT HE WAS ON SOMETHING WHEN HE WROTE RHAT FUCKED UP NOTE TO FRANC (WAS THAG HIS NAME U GUYS KNOW THE NOTE) HE WAS OBVIOJSLY TRIPPING BALLSSSSS

lots of body hair…… everywhere……. straight and black body hair. that is so sexy to me let me smell the pheromones in your armpits king LMFAO (i think theres something wrong with me)

going off of rhat yes i think he smells good (DIVINE, even) as a woman that is feral and in heat all the time. but to normal ppl he may smell kind of weird. not STINKY stinky but like when u dont shower and ur natural scent starts to mix with the perfume/cologne ur wearing SORRY 😭😭😭 im trying to be realistic here. or maybe like when u wake up and didnt shower the night before and u can still smell the perfume/cologne u put on yesterday. basically what im saying is he might need to shower

hes just so masculine it drives me crazy I LOVE MEN !!!!!!!!!! I LOVE EEENERM. ME E WN

love language:

giving = lowkey getting acts of service vibes here but u didnt hear it from me 🤫🤐 gift giving too. tav is just his widdle babie and he wants to make sure theyre the happiest they can be 🥺😩

receiving = acts of service LMAO give and get back type of shit

relationship wise i think he is the most doting and sweetest person. like tav will never have to worry abt anything ever again bcz he will handle everything. takes care of them cuz they are his king/queen 😌

GORTASH NSFW HEADCANONS:

yeah going off that last hc he is sweet outside the bedroom but a menace in it. its just the way he is. its probably exhausting too 😩 like if u ask him to be gentler/less intense he will try for a while but probably wont enjoy it as much. he doesnt like to hold back.

i WILL say tho ☝🏻🤨 i think when he gets close to finishing he gets a little more soft/loving. he just has to get his badness out first yall its fine

HIGH libido wants to smash all the time. he also (POSSIBLE NONCON MENTION !!!!!!!) thinks that since ur his u should be willing to give it up whenever he wants it. (NONCON MENTION OVER) i think in the bedroom he sees u as a servant even if ur considered his equal normally. like hes a chosen of bane he has to feel like he has control over u in SOME way

can be selfish depending on his mood. sometimes he doesnt see u as anything other than a toy (lowkey hard for me to admit but i NEVA LIE GIRLS !!!!! 🙅🙅🙅) like can be such a fucking asshole about it too

BUT !!! when he is feeling generous he is soooo generous. EUGH like he will make sure u enjoy urself!!!! probably multiple times !!!!!!!!!!!!

dont know why nobody else has said he has a daddy kink. so obvious like call him daddy ms thing he will nut so hard. oh corruption kink too. like can u imagine Durge being so innocent when they first met cuz they were never allowed to get close to anybody and hes just sooo into it HELLO i got to write that fic NEOW

omg breeding kink too give him heirs. will fuck the shitttt out of u in a mating press. probably comes a lot too almost impossible not to get pregnant with him LMAO

likes to pick u up and fuck u. manhandling king. also will do the faerun equivalent to coke and wants u to do it w him then fuck nasty afterwards

i feel like he doesnt last an extremely long time. 15-20 mins is THE MOST youre getting out of him lol he just gets very excited (which is lowkey kind of cute??)

do i even have to say that this man is packing schmeat. heavy dick. heavy balls. allow me to bear some of that weight for u my liege 🤲🏻🧎

ORIN BONUS ????:

mostly nsfw

ok i didnt originally plan to add orin but listen….. gortash is a charismatic guy….. imagine orin was into him too LISTEN ! like shes jealous asf of Durge in that sense too not just bcz of them being bhaal’s fav. like when i think abt them i just am getting a vibe okay. this trio……..

every time she sees gortash and Durge acting close and doing all their yucky lovesick shit she just gets soooo mad. now imagine she shifts into Durge to get gortash to fuck her. yeah… yall seeing the vision? would he ever find out ?? imagine that was why he hates orin so much?? he doesnt want to tell Durge (cuz thats cheating hes not a cheater duh 🙄 plus hes scared theyll be mad at him) and thats why his explanations as to why he hates orin are so vague

[maochira]

i don’t know if you’ve already made it but could u make dad! noa and big bro! kaiser and/or ness being protective of reader

I can do all of them!

Requests open! - masterlist

gn!reader

Dad!Noa might now show it much, but he's very overprotective of you. He get worried a lot, although he keeps those thoughts to himself most of the time. He's always afraid that you fail something which could result in any of your dreams getting crushed. He's very confident in all of your abilities and proud of all of your achievements, but there's always a bit of fear in him. He also doesn't expose you to the public eye at all because he's afraid of creeps. Actually, no one even knows he has a kid. He's always been excellent at keeping you a secret.

Big brother!Kaiser's overprotectiveness is incredibly obvious. He won't let anyone talk negatively about you at all. He gets so much attention and praise all the time, and he sees that you get overlooked as the "not-so-talented younger sibling" which he absolutely hates. Kaiser thinks you're amazing and that you deserve just as much attention as he gets! No matter what you're good at, Kaiser is 100% convinced you're the greatest at it. And if anyone has doubts about that, he can hold them a whole speech on why you're the best at it. He's not actually good at saying he loves you, but his overprotectiveness speaks for itself.

Big brother!Ness always denies how protective he is over you. To him, what he does to protect you is absolutely needed and justified. Just in reality, he's doing and worrying way too much. He won't accept that fact, though! Don't even try pointing it out, it will only lead to him being more and more overprotective. He's obsessed with keeping you safe and would do everything he can to protect you. While he's in Blue Lock, he memorized the perfect time to call you (due to timezone differences) either when you get home from school or in the evening before you go to bed. He doesn't mind interrupting something in his own schedule to talk to you, he just has to make sure you're doing okay without him.

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[lowkeyremi]

Hey there! was looking through your stuff and realized you’ve never written about Iida before. So guess what? IM gonna be the change…

Could you possibly write a scenario of Iida going through the motions of proposing to the reader? How he’s super meticulous and everything has to go according to plan to where things just…don’t? lol.

But things work out anyways because of course it’s Tenya Iida.

You can do gender neutral or fem, I really don’t care. Thanks!

— lovelyiida ❤︎︎

Perfection t. iida x gn!reader

remi's note: hiiiii!!! i do need to branch out on who i write about don't i? lolll anyway i was super happy to see you requested. you're one of my fav writers on here and it's an honor to write for u!! this is such a cute idea too bc he's def an over thinker and needs everything to go 100% his way. also. wow. this was wayyyy longer than i intended for it to be <3

cw: fluff, slight angst in the beginning, things don't quite go as planned, tenya goes to his big bro for advice, silliness, a little bit of swearing.

He's tense of course, sitting in his office as the time ticks by. He wants to call his brother just one more time but he knows exactly what he's going to say, "Tenya, you're stressing this too much, they're going to say yes." Which is not what he wants to hear. He needs an absolute fool proof plan and then some.

As he's sitting there thinking his secretary walks in, she looks tired and Tenya pities making her stay a little after her shift finished. "Sir, don't you think it's about time for you to head out? I don't mean to intrude but your partner did get off of work about two hours ago, correct?" She asks looking at her watch.

Two hours? He looks back at the clock. His stomach drops automatically, you must be worried about him. Tenya's never more than an hour late from work, except on nights he tells you he'll be working late.

"Oh my, I suppose I should get home.. I didn't realize how much time has passed by." Truth is, he's not ready to go home. There are already about twenty five different failed scenarios he can think of at the top of his head.

The secretary notices this and she gives him a soft smile, "I'm sure they'll say yes, sir. You guys have been together for six years now and for as long as I've worked for you I haven't seen your partner's love waver." He should be comforted by her words but he's too caught up in his thoughts to feel any comfort.

"I can't do it tonight. I wanted to take them out for dinner and do it afterwards but it's too late tonight. I think I'll aim for this weekend." He sighs quietly. This is the 8th time he's failed to propose to you. He really has been trying, but it's so.. hard.

You're amazing in so many ways and such a kind hearted person. At the same time you can be strict and helpful. You're absolutely everything Tenya's wanted and needed in his life, so it's hard. He doesn't want to propose to you only for you to deny him.

These thoughts shouldn't consume him because he knows you love him. You've given him plenty of your firsts, and him the same. That ugly little voice in the back of his mind won't leave him alone though. It's the same voice that made him think avenging his brother for Stain's wrong doing was okay. The same voice that told him it was okay to dress up as a civilian in order to save Bakugo. The same voice that gets him into so much trouble.

"Good night, Ms. Suzuki." He says waving in her direction as he packs every thing in his brief case.

"Good night, Sir, you've got this." She says, and he sucks in a breath as her heels click away from his office.

Does he have this?

He doesn't remember much, doesn't even remember driving home. Yet here he is unlocking the door. Upon opening it he can see the soft glow of the TV in the living room. The smell of take out reaches his nose and he immediately relaxes.

"I'm home, baby." He says loud enough for you to hear. His eyes soften as you jump up off the couch to greet him.

"And where were you at mister?" There's a smirk covering your face and he opens his arms to embrace you in a hug.

"Work," he sighs before continuing, "I didn't notice the time until Ms. Suzuki mentioned it." He hears you click your tongue. He feels so at home with your arms wrapped around his neck.

"If you keep overworking that poor lady she might just quit." He smiles at your lecture.

"I know, I know. Tell me about your day? I'm not feeling too good." He says quietly.

"Sick?" You ask checking his forehead. He shakes his head 'no'.

"I just feel like shit right now." He slumps slightly. Your eyes soften and you lead him to the table for some dinner.

He listens to you talk about your promotion and how one of your co workers pulled you aside to tell you that you did not deserve your new position.

"Congratulations, my dear. I wish I could have bought you some flowers. I didn't receive your messages, because I had my personal phone off today. Also don't take their word to heart, they're just jealous of you." He picks up some noodles with his chopsticks.

"It's nothing to worry about Tenya, I promise. Also I know they were jealous but it's still hard to ignore. What about you? How was your day?" He wants to tell you, he really does. He wants to tell you about how much he's struggled to propose to you these last few weeks but he doesn't.

"Nothing really interesting happened today, just the usual." You can tell there's something he's not telling you but instead of prying you nod your head. If he wants to tell you he will.

It's been about four days since then and Tenya is sitting in his brother's home holding his nephew.

"Uncle Tenya?" The small child asks.

"Yes, Hachiro?" He looks just like his mother Tenya thinks. The only feature the little boy did get from Tensei was his red eyes.

"When will you marry [name]? I want a cousin." Tenya's first question is does he know how kids are made?

"Well, um. I'm not sure. I haven't asked them yet. What do you mean you want a cousin?" He asks the child to elaborate.

"Well I mean my mommy and daddy had me somehow so you and [name] can get me a cousin, right? I want someone to play with." He sounds sincere and it makes his heart tug a little bit. Hachiro is absolutely adorable.

"Don't bother your uncle with such questions, your friend is here for your playdate." Tensei says to Hachiro who immediately hops out of Tenya's lap to run down the stairs where his mother and best friend await him.

"That kid, he's something alright." Tensei chuckles sitting down with two cups of tea.

"Thank you for letting me come over on such short notice." Tenya's stressed because he believes tomorrow is the day he will actually ask the question.

"Of course, what's up little bro?" Tensei sips at his tea.

"I think tomorrow- tomorrow I'm going to do it. For real this time." His breathing becomes shaky and his brother's eyes light up.

"You can do it, Tenya. Let me tell you from experience, it won't be a perfect fairytale proposal but in the end it will work out. When I decided to marry Maria it was so awkward because I had to have our translator there to tell her what I was saying. Since then, I've been learning english. She loves to look back and laugh at our engagement though." He says with a smile.

Tenya thinks to the day his brother called him and told him that he asked Maria to marry him. Tenya asked him if he learned the phrase in english to which he responded with "um... our translator was there to tell her what I was saying and vice versa." He thought it was the silliest thing he'd ever heard.

"Basically my proposal can't be worse than yours?" Tenya asks with a smirk to which is brother playfully punches his shoulder.

"That is not what I said you little brat." The two break into laughter and Tenya feels much lighter.

"I've got to go get things set up." He responds standing up. His brother also stands up and the two hug each other.

"Call me and tell me how it goes afterward!" He nods and on the way out he tells his nephew and sister in law goodbye.

You were still at work by the time Tenya got home. He calls your favorite restaurant. In order to ask of a special request. He knows they don't do reservations but he wants to know if he can make an exception for this special moment.

"Sorry sir, we don't do reservations. It's a policy." The woman over the phone says and he's crushed.

Suddenly he has the idea to order out, "Can I call back tomorrow and place an order for pick up?"

"You most certainly can, Sir!" Her voice has no hatred just pure kindness.

"Alright, thank you. Goodbye." As soon as she says bye back to him he hangs up quickly forming a plan. He'll order your favorite food to go and set up a cute date at your favorite park, then when you're finished eating, the two of you will walk over to the water fountain you met at and he'll get down on one knee for you.

It's simple, he'd really love to go all out but he can't bear the stress of something potentially going wrong.

He hopes you'll like it.

He asked you to meet up at the park you used to frequent when you guys first started dating.

He's shaking slightly, while looking at the placement of the rose petals and candles. He'd sent a picture to his brother and Midoriya for assurance. Both told him it looked really good.

He's dressed in a blue button down and black slacks, not too fancy but not plain.

He sees you walk up to the table, a smile finds its way to your face and your eyes sparkle.

"What's all of this?" You ask. He helps you sit down on the wooden bench. You take in the beautifully set table. It's slightly windy but you don't mind.

"Um. I- i uh you know. Felt like we haven't been on a proper date in awhile so decided to set up a little something."

"Well you've out done yourself, baby. This looks so pretty." A little bit of stress is lifted off his shoulders. He's happy to hear you compliment his work.

The two of you eat your favorite food. You happen to notice another white box that sits closer to the end of the table.

"Ooooo, is that the cake I like from that place?" You ask pointing at the box. He nods quickly. His face flushes slightly when he sees you smile. It warms his heart.

"It is." You look into his red eyes trying to find the true meaning of this date, but your boyfriend is good at keeping his composure.

You won't give up much to his dismay, "This must be a very special dinner if you got me this cake." He shakes his head and shrugs.

"I promise it's nothing out of the ordinary." He calmly baits you into a different topic of some of your favorite foods which you go on about for twenty seven minutes. Yes, he was counting.

"Are you ready for cake?" He shouldn't even have to ask because he already knows the answer but he asks anyway.

"Of course I want cake! Can I cut it?" Tenya's calm demeanor drops right at that moment. He's starting to panic because he didn't bring a knife for the cake. It's only a minor inconvenience but still causes him to doubt himself.

"I'm guessing you didn't bring a knife, huh? It's alright, I'll cut it with the end of the fork!" You scooch over to grab the box, mouth watering at the thought of your favorite cake.

"You sure? I could run down to the nearest convenience store and-"

"Relax, honey, you're over thinking this. We won't die, I promise." Your words ground him. He takes deep breathes until he's calm again.

"Right. Sorry my love." The disappointment on his face causes you to frown.

"Aw come on, don't apologize. I promise it's fine." You cup his chin with your free hand and he leans into the touch with a small smile.

"Are we walking to the fountain? I'm stuffed, I don't wanna walk too far." He nods at your question. He's smiling like a teenaged boy and you're wondering what he's up too.

With your hands intertwined and the cool wind hitting your face, you feel content. There's no place on earth you'd rather be than right here.

The beautiful fountain where you met Tenya was close in sight. You could see the lights that were placed inside of it shining brightly.

There's a small thunk that reaches your ears and you turn around thinking you might have dropped something.

When you stop to turn around, you notice a small velvety box that had fallen to the ground.. it must be Tenya's.

"Tenya, wait. You dropped something." He turns around to see what it is and when he does all the color drains from his face.

"Fuck... fuck! The one time everything needs to be perfect I fuck it up." He says cursing himself. You realize what the box is and a giddy feeling takes over.

"Tenya, please calm down. It's okay I'll pretend I didn't see it." You say closing your eyes. It makes him chuckle a little bit to see you act so innocent.

"I appreciate the effort but the surprise is ruined..." He sighs and rubs his face roughly.

"Tenyaaaa. Were you going to take me where we first met and propose?" You ask with a wobbly smile.

"Mhm." You can tell he's upset over it being "ruined" but this is about the happiest day of your life. He's so sweet and thoughtful and knowing him he's probably been stressing this for a long time.

"My poor boyfriend stressing this moment, oh come here baby." You stretch your arms out for a hug and he doesn't hesitate to hug you back.

"Yes, by the way." You whisper into his ear and he scoffs playfully.

"I can I ask the question first?" You roll your eyes the stray tears falling onto his shirt.

"[name], I can't even lie I've been stressing this moment for the past couple of weeks. Let me tell you it has NOT been easy. I've consulted to my brother and Midoriya countless times in order to ensure a perfect proposal and if I'm being honest I should have taken Tensei's advice of 'it won't be perfect' it would have saved me a lot of stress.... but, would you do the honor of marrying me, being my equal, and staying with me through any and everything?" His voice is shaky and he's blushing so hard that you want a picture to show to everyone.

"Yes! Yes I will. WOOP WOOP. He likes it so he's about to put a ring on it!!!" You yell in excitement to no one in particular.

He's crying and laughing at how silly you are.

"I don't know what I was so afraid of."

"Me either!" You agree.

[skyfallscotland]

So I'm NOT saying I'm going to do this, so please don't take it as any indication either way, I'm just really curious...

If Basgiath (Remi's Version) were to have the unexpected pregnancy trope in part three, would that make you throw hands, flip the table and abandon the series completely?

Because honestly, I really enjoy that trope and I know I'm in the minority there, but I just wonder if you're invested, so many words into a series, would that in itself be enough for you to leave?

I mean, I've literally not even thought about it past picking out their child's full name and appearance for a future project lmao help but now I'm like...do people actually hate it or is it just popular to hate it, you know? Because people hate OFC fics too but your asses are all here 😂

Thank you so much for participating in this scientific study. If you have detailed thoughts, arguments, theories, pls leave them below! 💖💖

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (v) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : y/n and matt don't have to like each other to continue this thing of theirs, right?

warnings : implications of sex, alcohol, mention of weed, ???

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR THE LOVE ON THIS SERIES!!! sorry if this part feels shorter than the usual !! things get cute in next few parts...

THIS IS PART FIVE GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST OK

"SHE'S sick again?" remi asks, scooting herself further into the booth.

"yeah, i think it's her sinuses or something. she seemed pretty bummed about staying home, i feel awful." andrea pouts while glancing at the menu.

"she's the only person to ever be sick this often in june," remi giggles.

"we should order something to-go for her then. maybe soup?" erin suggests.

"that sounds nice, i'll text her- hopefully she's awake."

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"i can't keep telling my friends i'm sick." you huff as you walk back into your room to find matt redressing.

"why not?" his voice is muffled through his shirt as he tugs it over his head, leaving his hair ruffled.

you lay yourself on your bed lazily, "because they're smart enough to stop believing me soon."

"and why can't they just mind their business?" he looks over to you before reaching down to adjust the white shoes on his feet.

you stretch an arm out to grab your phone from your side table, mumbling, "you must not have friends who worry for you.”

he shakes his head then sighs, “sure, my friends care about me, but they also know when to leave me the fuck alone.”

“right, and my friends know me well enough to know i’m never asking to be left alone.” your comment comes out with more sass than you intended but you know he doesn't understand (or care to understand) your friendships enough to comment on them. then again, you were the one who brought this up in the first place.

"mmm...right. forgot you're just a little insane," he tsks, looking into your mirror and adjusting his shirt some more.

"shut up, matt," you continue staring at your phone, though it's only open to your home screen because you're far more engaged in the conversation than anything your phone could give you. "okay actually, what should i dooo?" you whine.

"i sure as hell won't know?!" his face twists up as he turns to look at you, "you're a smart girl, i'm sure you can figure it out."

you roll your eyes, "'kay... well maybe i've picked up a hobby...like, i dont know, painting! and i just really enjoy painting all alone, 'cause it helps me...focus?"

matt sarcastically laughs through his words, “you’re weird as shit,” he throws your plush throw blanket (that fell on the floor when you pushed matt on your bed just an hour ago) at you. “alright, i’m headin’ out.”

you don’t even give him a second look, “bye.”

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a few cheers of “ayy” and “look who made it” echo out from across the small alley as matt tucks his keys in his front pocket.

he looks over to see chris excitedly pointing at him with an arm hooked on nathan’s neck and another close friend, elijah, sitting on an oversized couch with a smile.

matt chuckles under his breath and walks closer to them, taking in the rowdy and neoned atmosphere of this downtown bowling alley. “what’s good?” he greets his group of friends.

“what’s good with you?” nathan counters with a grin as he moves to dap up matt.

matt shrugs into the handshake as eli begins to speak and stand up, “yeah, where the fuck are you comin' from?”

“home. don’t worry about it,” matt defends as his tongue guides over his hidden smile with a loose shrug of a shoulder.

“nooo! just say it how it is, matt,” chris says through a bite of nachos, “you slept in late and forgot about boys night, big fucking deal. you’re here now!” he throws his hands up before letting them fall to his sides dramatically.

matt slowly nods his head in sarcastic agreement as he faces his friends, "he's right."

he almost wants to laugh at the fact that chris actually believed his fake-sleeping enough to let him off the hook for "forgetting" their group hangout.

cameron wanders over to the group after taking his turn bowling, “‘kay, nate it’s your turn.” he then quips his chin up with a sudden grin, "hey, matt! about time you showed."

"better late than never," he breathes before joking, "you know i had to let you guys get at least a round in before i got here to start dominating."

“the word choice is a bit insane,” nick exaggerates as he approaches with arms full of bottled water and soda cans, "how about you go get your fucking shoes before you make that kind of claim." he moves around matt to place drinks on the coffee table (decorated with various bowling ball and pin themed clutter that made nick way to happy when first seeing it).

elijah places a hand on matt's shoulder, "i'll come with you, matt."

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"sick baby, i'm home nowww!" andrea yells from the front door.

you mentally gather yourself to continue your deception. you add weight to your eyelids, purposely making them droop and make your voice extra scratchy, as if you'd only just awoken.

andrea's at your door quickly, only tapping it slightly open, not wanting to blind you with the harsh yellowed lighting of the hallway. "hi, you up?"

you tussle under your comforter and give a small nod, "mhm."

"do you think you're like, contagious? i have your soup here and really wanna tell you some shit about tonight." she smiles warmly.

"no you're fine. please come in, i've been all alone and bored as hell," you rub your eye softly for effect.

you feel pretty guilty about this whole thing but you aren't hiding anything tragic from her. and this "illness" hasn't ruined that many hangouts...only the one's that happen to fall on days matt texts you.

"i hate to see my favorite bitch down like this, this soup better make you feel better immediately." she sighs as she comes into your room, noisy plastic bag in hand.

"i know," you lift yourself to sit up against your headboard as she sits next to you, "think i should be all better soon. i can't miss another shift at the bakery."

you were never missing work for matt, but to cover your ass you did miss a day or two of work to show your friends just how "sick" you were. if you were sick enough to stay home from work you surely were sick enough to avoid a girls night or two. but you guess it technically does come down to matt...unfortunately.

"yeah, i'm sure mr. houffman will lose it of you call off again," she giggles, sifting through the bag for your soup and silverware.

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barely a week later and you're feeling the best you have in a while, with the guilt of pretending to be sick no longer following you.

it's the fourth of july so there was absolutely no way you'd be continuing that act. you weren't missing out on a holiday with as many parties as this one.

and when chris asked andrea to get the girls to come party hop for the night, you told her yes immediately.

you're currently sat atop a random kitchen counter as nick moves around to make a concoction cocktail for you. you lean back on your hands to watch as he uses a knife to slice a small lime as garnish. "wow you really have an eye for this shit, nick," you laugh at his focused stare (he tries to compensate for any drinks he's had so far, not wanting to slice a finger off).

"i guess i'm just a natural!" he exclaims as he places the lime on the rim of the plastic cups, "okay, one for you," you take it from him, "and one for me." he grins at you.

"cheers!" you motion your drink towards him and he echoes you before you both take large sips.

your eyes pinch before they grow wide, "...why's it actually...good?" you laugh.

"you bitch! you thought i'd give you a shitty drink?!" he giggles and goes for another sip of his own.

"it's not that-"

you're cut off by matt's voice, "alright, time to dip. everyone's sayin' this place is really weird."

you both look over at him with his mellow attitude and perfectly organized outfit (so that he'd 'have all the colors but not look like a walking american flag'). "what? this place has been a good time so far! right, nick?"

"suppperrrr fun. maybe it's a you problem, matt." he jokes.

"come on, chris is the one who sent me to get you two. you know i would've left you both a few houses back." he teases.

you slide off of the counter easily, "okaaay," you look into his eyes and pat his chest twice mumbling, "someone needs a smoke break," before walking off in search of the door.

"wait y/n!" nick grabs a few sealed jello shots from an ice bucket nearby before rushing after you.

though he doesn't catch up to you before matt does, grabbing your hand, "you don't even know where the fuck you're going."

you breathe out defeated, "i'm sure i could've figured it out. i don't need you bossing me around."

matt pouts with squinted eyes and his head tilted, "sure."

nick comes up to you, continuing to stuff the shots into his jort pockets, "do these shorts make my ass look fat?" he turns to show you his side profile (already giggling before the punchline of his joke lands) that showcases the multiple items shoved into his back pockets and protrude out in awkward shapes.

you and nick both fall into a laughing fit and matt only ghosts a smile at his brother's stupidity before tugging your hand towards an exit. "wait! here, hold this please," you hand your drink to matt and reach your hand out for nick's. when he takes your hand willingly you raise your conjoined hands with a smile, "aw, we're like a little train!"

nick adds to the joke by pretending to be a conductor, exclaiming all the cliche lines he knows to make you laugh.

matt finally pushes a front door open, the warm summer air finally surrounding you once more. the rest of the group chatter along the sidewalk across the street. "my friends!" nick yells.

the three of you make your way down the wooden stairs (that seem to be steeper when going down than they were to walk up), and once you're in the grass your hand drops from matts's as nick drags you across the street quickly to crash into your friends.

remi's face is annoyed and confused at first but changes immediately when she recognizes your face. she throws her arms around you for a hug, "y/n! you were found!" you laugh into her neck as she sways back and forth.

"okay guys i'm thinking we hit up the place that the end of this block, right there. they've got some crazy lights goin' on so it should be fun." chris points in the direction and looks to the group for opinions.

"yeah! let's do it!" nate encourages.

the group begin to walk down the sidewalk (and slightly into the grass) lined with miniature american flags and past the many houses full of people and decorated with fairy lights and expensive garland.

naturally, everyone gravitates into cliques due to the amount of small conversations happening at once.

"that's unreal!" erin adds while hanging her arm on your shoulder, as you both listen to remi's dramatic retelling of some guy's awful flirting with her.

"i''m so over these trash ass men," remi shakes her head.

"tell me about it," erin sighs, rolling her eyes.

just as you begin to add your own opinion, matt taps your shoulder. he seems to always find a way to interrupt you. you glance behind you and see him holding your cocktail from earlier up.

"oh thanks, i forgot you had that," erin leans off of you to give you space to turn around and grab it.

though her eyes linger on matt for a second too long causing him to send her a smile and raise his eyebrows slightly in awkward question.

you feel the tension bite at the air around you and in hopes of escaping it, you turn back around and prompt remi with a new topic to discuss.

only, now you miss when erin gives matt a second glance back- and this time she offers a gentle wave and smile to him, in truce.

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after a few more stops at parties (you all got a little greedy about the free drinks and food which brought three extra "one more"s before deciding to cut it off), you all head to a nearby park to end the night with a firework show.

it was surprisingly well organized, with blankets already laid out around the large grassy area so that anyone could sit and watch whether they'd planned to or not.

the night has started to get the slightest bit cooler which was much needed after such an eventful three hours, leaving everyone exhausted in their comfortable spots; chris resting his head against andrea's full thighs, you next to her with your legs sprawled and arms extended behind you, nick and nathan both sat with their legs crossed, admiring the bright fireworks despite nick's flinching every-so-often.

the blanket next to you hosts erin, remi, matt, and cameron. all laying out as they laugh and talk, which you assume comes from a combination of the edibles they'd all taken at one of the parties and remi's addictingly outgoing nature that can force anyone to want to talk to her.

the booming fireworks go on for another twenty minutes before dying down and leaving the crowd in the dark, smokey air.

as you adjust to standing and take out your phone to use as a makeshift flashlight, you read the most recent of your many notifcations:

MATT - 12:36 AM

you down to paint after this???

you bite at your freshly chapped bottom lip before looking over to matt, who's currently using his hands obnoxiously to explain something he's clearly passionate about to cameron.

you sliently sigh before replying:

YOU -12:47 AM

sure

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@rootbeerworshiper @deadxrx @breeloveschris @saintsturn @honestlybabymiracle @hearts4chris @starrysturniolo @blissfulbellss @aoxash

[inkyquince]

DAY 17: Dating What Daddy Hates (Asshole Ensemble/ The Purge)

Bring the gang to dinner with daddy they said, it would be fun, they said. 

content warning. Dubcon, gangbang, the entire asshole ensemble is here (Briar, Remy, Wren, Harper and Bailey), cumplay, degradation/praise, general dickhead behaviour.

Honestly? You weren’t sure if the Purge did all that much for your town.Well, now they had more reasons to go murder and commit arson and “release the beast” along with all the usual raping. Actually… 

You yanked your laptop over to you, scrolling through the various statistics that were splashed over the homepage of your laptop, already trying to justify the annual tradition. Huh… Rape statistics were down on the Purge night. Everything else was up for your town. Not much urge to do what you can already get away with all year round, huh. 

With a sigh, you shut the laptop, your stomach already feeling far tighter than it should be. 

Why should you be worried? You would be safer this year than you’ve ever been in the orphanage. Adopted to some rich family who liked doing a good deed or something. Though there were rumours that any orphan shipped off would return on Purge night by the caretaker. Though… That never happened in your time. Hell, Bailey would pop open wine when an orphan was taken and then lock the entire orphanage down before heading out with others for the entire night. 

You could faintly hear the clatter of your new family moving down below, chatting away before dinner was served. You didn’t yet feel… Part of them. For good reason too, any orphan quickly snatched up a few weeks before the Purge sometimes went missing… 

The phone on your bedside bleeped.

Perks of having a rich family, you thought as you reached over and swiped it open. 

BrownEyes: u set for the night? 

You smiled to yourself and thought for a moment about your response. 

You: Yeah, tho could use several shots and a friendly game rn. 

BrownEyes: O? Want me to sneak in? 

You: God no. I think you’d be shot on sight. 

BrownEyes: What… Daddy wouldnt let you have a friend around for drinks, games and then a really nice long fuck? 

You rolled your eyes with a snort and sat up from lying on your stomach, listening out for any footsteps heading towards your room. 

You: stfu wren

BrownEyes: Nah ;D

BrownEyes: Anyway, come down from your high ass tower, sunshine. We missing ya. 

You: We?

Wren started and stopped texting over and over, the three bubbles appearing just to disappear as soon as they popped up. There was a good couple of seconds of him not replying, You exhaled through your nose as you heard footsteps leading up to your bedroom door, you adoptive mother peeking her head through the doorway. 

“Dinner’s ready. We are going to watch some movies afterwards, too, if you want to join.” 

You nodded and abandoned your phone, Wren still attempting to message you. You’ll just see what he said after dinner. As your door shut softly behind you, switching the lights off as you went, his message finally popped up on your screen, illuminating the room with the pale light. 

BrownEyes:  Yeah. We’ll catch up with you in a bit huh? Hope you missed me. 

Dinner was awkward. You weren’t feeling up to chatting, even as your parents and adopted siblings wanted to let you join in. You mainly missed.. Well, everything. Even doing your jobs in town, even the assholes, Robin, everything. Missed it too much to properly appreciate the easy life you were living now. 

“So, we’re planning on heading out of town for a bit next week.” Your new father cleared his throat and gave you a smile. 

“Have fun.” You mumbled, pushing the slightly overcooked vegetables around your plate before scooping them up. 

Your new mother gave a little laugh before patting you on the hand. 

“No, silly, you’ll be coming with us! A proper vacation away, wouldn’t that be nice?” 

You gave a small smile, relaxing into your chair and opened your mouth to reply when there was a knock on the door. Everyone fell quiet. Your father glanced at the clock and his grip of his cutlery tightened. 

“The purge only starts in 5 minutes. Probably someone asking for provisions or something.” He stood up, voice unsteady and made his way back to the foyer. 

Your mother waved you and the other two kids off as she began to gather the dishes up and you slowly made your way up to your bedroom, faintly hearing voices coming from the front door. You had just made it to the threshold of the room when there was a shout and a loud bang echoing throughout the house. You froze up before darting back out of the room just to have your mother yell up the stairs for you to stay in your room. 

You backed up into your room, fumbling with the light switch when a large hand covered yours and your mouth. Squirming wildly, you tried to elbow at your assailant but was only met with a low chuckle. 

“Cool it, sunshine, just me.” Wren breathed into your ear. 

You bit down on his hand and he quickly yanked it away with a small hiss before giving another soft laugh. 

“Wren you asshole!” You hissed, still trying to elbow him just without much of the fervour you were doing it with before. “What-” 

“I said I missed you.” He breathed, turning you around and nosing along your temple. “Fuck… I really missed you, sweetheart.” 

You froze up as his warm lips gently connected with yours, his gently sighing into the kiss putting you at ease. His calloused, large hands cupped your cheek as he slowly walked you back, almost shutting the door as you were pressed against it. 

“Fuck, baby.” Wren murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before pressing his hot tongue into your mouth. “You know how to make ‘em yearn, don’t ya?” 

Too lost in him, it wasn’t until there was another scream and the sound of a gun going off did you snap back to attention, pulling away even as he tried to press in closer, desperately trying to press his lips to yours again. 

“Wren, no-” He quickly captured your lips again before pulling you down to the floor, hungry fingers slipping underneath your shirt. “Wren!” 

His soft brown eyes met yours in the small slither of light creeping through the slightly ajar door. 

“M-My family, what-” 

“They aren’t your family.” The smuggler breathed, pressing closer against you as his fingers skimmed just below your nipples. “So don’t worry about it, sunshine.” 

“No, what’s happening? Whose-” 

“Shush, I needed a distraction to get in. Told you we were gonna catch up.” Wren murmured before pressing another kiss to your lips. “They’re fine, I promise. Just… Spooked. Nothing bad, I promise.” 

With a sharp grin, he leaned forward enough to press his gloved palm against the door, shutting it completely and leaving the room in darkness. 

Unable to see anything, you were completely at the blond’s mercy as his mouth found your throat and sucked marks into your skin, his thumbs rolling your soft nipples into hard peaks. You could only squirm and sigh softly under his ministrations, his own erection pressing against your stomach. Putting your trust in your long time fuck buddy, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer while praying that he was right, that your family was just spooked and wouldn’t have noticed him coming in. 

“God, I’ve missed you.” Wren murmured again, sighing against your wettened skin, saliva hot against your skin. “You never came to visit after you were taken in. Hurt my feelings real bad.” 

“They didn’t- fuck…” You exhaled slowly and tilted your head back for him to get better access. “They didn’t want me going out there anymore. Anyway, no reason to, I don’t need to pay rent anymore- Ow!” 

You tensed up again as Wren pinched you roughly as he bit down on your neck particularly hard. 

“No reason, huh?” He murmured, tone darker at your admission. “Then… I guess I gotta make sure you can feel the reason to come crawling back to me right between those thighs, huh? Make sure you can feel it every time you fucking sit down.” 

You shivered as Wren pulled away from you, sitting up just to yank at his belt, loosening it so his dark trousers slid to his knees and his erection slapping against his toned stomach, leaving a string of precum from his leaking cockhead. 

Spreading your legs himself, the smuggler got comfortable between them, shucking down your own garments, along with your underwear, to get at his long awaited prize. He slowly dragged the tip of his cock along your thighs, slowly feeling his way up the crest of your thighs. He exhaled shakily as he nudged your hole before beginning to push in. 

“Fuck. Missed your slutty hole so much.” Wren exhaled as he rested his weight on you, slowly bottoming out inside of you. “Welcoming me back so warm and sweetly.” 

You just tucked your face into his collarbone, whining as his hip bones pressed against yours, his balls throbbing against your skin. You struggle to keep quiet as his pace begins to pick up, sighing with his hot breath hitting your forehead. He continued to press kisses to your skin as you whimpered, somehow needing to readjust to his length despite the amount of time you had spent on his cock in the past months. Wren sighs softly, a few groans interrupting his gentle noises, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you, as if trying to mark you deep from the inside. 

It felt so right, having him with you again, just like this. Rocking slowly on his cock, letting pleasure ebb and flow through you, forehead to forehead. Wren always managed to make you feel safe, even as you distantly heard some crashes, but you couldn’t slip back out of your haze enough to worry about it. Not until you felt something bang at your door repeatedly. 

You quickly covered Wren’s mouth, worried that it was your parents. 

“W-Who is it?” You gasped out, hoping that they were only coming to check on you, instead of wanting to come in and see a man obviously much older than you  bullying your poor hole. 

“Open the door, brat.” Your heart jumped into your throat, panic closing in. 

No… Not… Not him. Anyone but him. 

Wren shook your hand off and dragged you against his chest, groaning louder now. 

“One moment, jesus!” The smuggler made you hook your legs around his hips before leaning back, pulling you away from the door. “Alright, all good to come in.” 

He entered, almost obstructed completely from the hallway’s bright light, but you’d know that figure anywhere, especially in your nightmares. Bailey leaned against the doorframe, eyes shifting to your hole, Wren upping the pace so that his cock felt more like it was brutally hammering into you than the slow lovemaking of before. 

“Been a while.” Bailey’s lips quirked up into his usual sneer, eyes flicking towards your face for only a moment before drifting back down. “Good to see you doing what you do best.” 

You struggled to gasp out a curse at him, the smuggler’s lips immediately pressing against yours with hunger. There was faint movement behind you, and with fear sinking into your skin, everything else came into sharper perspective.The panicked shouts. The sounds of furniture being upturned. The laughter… The smell of coppery blood, getting headier as footsteps approached where you and Wren were tightly pressed against each other. 

A hand wound into the back of your shirt, yanking you away from Wren’s lips, despite his soft whine. You were pushed back against the carpeted floor, Bailey kneeling by your head. You froze up, seeing his slender hands caked with blood leaving marks against your clothes and then your face as he roughly cupped your cheek, smearing more against your skin. 

“W… Whose-” 

“Shut up.” Bailey sighed, his tainted fingers gripping his zipper and pulling it down. “Just open your cum hole.” 

Using his bloodied fingers, he pried open your mouth, nails scratching against your teeth before shoving just the head of his cock into your mouth, the taste of blood and precum smearing over your tongue. You tried to clamp down on the sensitive flesh only to be roughly smacked, Bailey’s rings stinging against your skin. 

“We come to get you and this is how you repay us?” He sneered before wrenching your jaw open further, sinking down into your throat, his balls pressing against your cheek. “Thank me properly, whore, and I’ll let you walk out instead of dragging you out on your goddamn knees.” 

You could just whimper as his cock throbbed on your tongue. You could feel Wren’s chest rumble with a chuckle as you sputtered and whimpered around your caretaker’s meaty cock, struggling to breath as the precum slowly dripped down your throat. You could do nothing but drink it down and try not to panic. 

“Sorry, sunshine. This was the deal.” Wren whispered quietly, mouthing at your throat, tongue flicking every time your throat bobs with Bailey’s ruthless cock. “Just enjoy some proper loving.” 

A mocking laugh echoed up the stairs and Wren throbbed inside of you, his breath hitching in his throat. You heard two pairs of footsteps stomping up the stairs, two voices snide as they made their way closer. Your body shivered and Bailey smacked your cheek again, just more lightly as to not have you bite down on his cock. Your nose buried in his trimmed happy trail, you struggled not to panic as you struggled to breath, his cock moving back and forth in your throat slowly. 

You heard a low curse form Wren as he gripped your thighs harder, just as the door was kicked all the way open and there stood Harper and Remy, blood spattered on their clothes. You could only stare before Bailey yanked his cock out of your mouth and you could violently inhale, tears springing to your ears as oxygen finally got to your lungs. Your heartbeat was deafening in your ear drums, dizzy, but so was the sound of slick against skin, being rubbed almost violently. Eyes finally blinking free of the haze, you focused on Bailey’s cock, his gloved hand jerking himself off. Precum dribbled over the bridge of your nose and cheeks, cockhead flushed darkly. With a sharp gasp, Wren finally came inside of you, swearing softly before pulling out as he was still cumming, painting both your thighs and the carpet in cum. 

“Just in time, huh?” Harper said in a sing-song voice, leering down at you as Remy pushed past him. 

Wren stood, cock still dribbling globs of cum. He paused while getting up, to drag two of his fingers through your combined mess and happily traced his tongue over the creases of his gloves. Finally at his full height, he winked at Remy, who wrinkled his nose at the smuggler. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned in and dragged the tainted fingers over Remy’s curling lip before looking back down at you. 

“Gonna snoop, sunshine. Be back in a bit.” He grinned, dropping his hand to drag along Remy’s stomach before heading out the door, momentarily obscuring the light before disappearing. 

Remy took his place between your thighs, deftly undoing his trousers and taking his cock in hand, pumping it enough to get him to full hardness.His tongue slowly swiped over his bottom lip, eyes dark as they drilled into your face, hungry and mean. Before you could say or do anything, Bailey gripped your chin and yanked your head back again, pressing his cockhead against your lips but not shoving it inside again. 

“Going to give me a kiss hello, like your boyfriend, or what?” His tone was flat, but creeping with excitement, delighting in the situation you found yourself in, in your new home, with your expired new family downstairs. 

You shakily kissed his leaking cock and you could feel Bailey shiver slightly, dragging the sensitive tip over your lips repeatedly. You alternated between kissing and licking it, as Remy used his thumbs to press into your hole, admiring Wren’s cummy mess dribbling out of you. Harper meanwhile just stood by, delighting in the show, his own hand slowly cupping his erection. The farmer smacked his cockhead against the mess between your thighs, vaguely lubing up his cock before starting to press into you. You shivered, his cock longer than Wren’s, pressing into you further than ever before and Bailey swore sharply as he came, cum droplets running over your lips and chin. 

“Fucking hell.” Bailey breathed and Remy absent mindedly nodded to himself, as if he agreed. 

Your caretaker sat back on his haunches, letting his cum dribble onto the carpet. Harper seemed twitchy, excited, eyes flicking between the white fluid on your face as you slowly tasted it with the tip of your tongue, and Bailey’s weeping cockhead, still dribbling out semen. 

Remy finally bottomed out just as another voice called for Bailey to come back down and help him with something, and your caretaker got to his feet fully, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers. You shivered as he stepped over you without another glance, heading back downstairs and Harper finally opened up his trousers, fishing his cock out. The farmer didn’t take any notice, too busy pinning your thighs to your chest, to push into you deeper, swearing softly. 

“This is all it takes then, hm?” His teeth flashed in the small amount of light in the room, greedy hands squeezing your flesh. “You’re as docile as can be when surrounded by men taking their turns. Good to know.” 

You could only weakly kick at him in objection but he caught hold of your ankle, squeezing it hard enough for you to stop but not enough to actually hurt the vulnerable bones. 

“What did I teach you? Not kicking.” Remy hissed darkly and Harper gave an entertained chuckle, still just slowly jerking himself off as he watched, happy with the show he was getting. 

“Easy there.” The doctor said, mostly to himself as a joke. 

As Remy thrusted into you, pace kicking up into a rougher rhythm, Harper rested on his side, face hovering by yours, grinning as he began to pepper your lips with kisses. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation properly, his hand reaching down to squeeze his throbbing balls before returning to its previous position, thumb squeezing out precum from his slit. You could feel his cockhead nudge against your bare stomach as he continued to nibble on your bottom lip before switching to hot, open mouth kisses. Harper’s movements were slightly awkward, unpractised, as you slowly parted your lips and felt him give a short, excited exhale. The tip of his tongue wasted no time in exploring, dragging over your teeth. Remy’s fingernails dug into the skin harder, eyes fixed on the two pink muscles slowly pressing against each other, lazily kissing. His cock throbbed alarmingly and the farmer slowed down, gritting his teeth.The two men distracted you enough for you to be deaf to the last pair of footprints making their way up the stairs before pausing in your doorway. 

“Hm. I should start offering group rates if none of you could wait for barely a few minutes.” That voice, so smooth and husky, like the whiskey Whitney would tip down your throat, was… Gloating. 

Of course you would recognise it anywhere, even as you tried to tip your head back to look at him only to be stopped by Harper’s fingers cupping the back of your head, refusing to stop tasting you. You hummed softly and Briar chuckled darkly. 

“Didn’t think they would all leap at the chance to take you home, with being able to fuck you as the payment Wren offered. Neither did I think my boys would be so into each other’s sloppy seconds, but what do you know?” 

“Sunshine let me hit it first, I’ll have you know!” Wren called from down the hallway, as the sound of a struggle got louder, something fragile smashing. 

There was a chorus of “Shut Ups”, some louder and others, some more breathy and moaning than annoyed. Briar just snickered and made his way to your bed, sitting down and lighting up a cigarette. He began to idly pick through your things, in your drawers, and on your laptop, mirthful eyes dragging back to you and the two men crowded over you every now and then. 

Despite Remy fucking in your far longer, it was Harper who was strugglnig to keep up, lightheaded on your taste alone. His own grip on his cock got slippery and loose, trying his damndest to maintain a tight hold. His breathing kicked up a notch, breath hot and clammy against your skin, saliva dripping down between your lips and tongues. His rapid exhales turned more into weak moans, before stiffening up completely as you gently sucked on his tongue. Spurts of cum shot over your bare stomach, Harper’s exhales half moans and half whines. 

“Fuck.” The doctor whispered, lips still moving against yours as he whispered. 

“Really a two pump chump, huh?” Wren’s voice, now closer, startled you and Harper sounded a noise of irritation, of his warm come down being interrupted. “No judgement, Harpcicle, I blame sunshine for your lack of… Stamina.” 

“Shut up.” Harper said flatly, your hazy brain registering a small amount of surprise at the doctor’s dropped facade. “I remember when you first got laid.” 

Remy snorted and Briar gave a huff of laughter, even as the two men kept their attention on you rather than the bickering between the two blondes. Remy’s cock nudged something deep and sensitive inside you and you arched your back, whining. Harper rolled onto his back and zipped his trousers back up, but didn’t make any move to get up, even as Wren continued to tease before growing bored and shooting you a wink before leaving again. 

Still in a daze, you could just wind your arms around Remy’s neck, enjoying his sharp cologne, the scratch of his barely there stubble against your cheek. Even the way that you could properly enjoy his low, slightly unsteady breathing in your ear, his soft hitches of breath letting you know just how badly he was affected. 

“Shit…” He murmured, his rhythmic rocking into you only becoming unsteady as you squeezed your knees tighter against his sides, fingers slowly tangling in his short hair. “Fuck. Ease up, or I’ll blow quicker than Harper.” 

You could just hiccup out a soft giggle and you felt Briar’s steely eyes flick to your face at the sound. His smile remained inscrutable, his smoky exhale almost billowing up to completely cover his face, like a dragon coveting its golden horde. Remy’s chest rumbles with his own quiet chuckle before his pace quickened, balls throbbing against your ass. You both gasped in tandem as  he reached his end, with you also shaking around him, having been edged since Wren had his turn. 

“Fuck.” You whispered, burying your face properly in his shoulder as Remy’s cum dripped from your hole, his grip on your legs almost bruising at this point. 

The farmer still took a moment before pulling away from you, untangling himself and slipping his cock free from your hole. Harper’s eyes flicked to his weeping cockhead, a small rosy blush on his cheeks. Remy leaned his head back, small drops of sweat beading at his temple and exhaled slowly. Briar gave a husky chuckle and leaned forward, your bed creaking with his shifting weight, and plucked his lit cigarette from his own lips, just to tuck it on Remy’s bottom lip. The farmer briefly cupped the brothel owner’s hand to tuck it between two of his fingers, but Briar didn’t slip his hand away, resting it against Remy’s cheek as he inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut as the nicotine hit. The other man watched him as he took a few more puffs before leaning away, running his slender fingers through his long chestnut hair, just to push it back. 

“Move up, Remy.” Briar nudged his foot against the farmer’s leg. 

Properly adjusting the cigarette on his bottom lip, Remy stood. He gave you a lingering, low glance, smoke curling over his face, before stepping over Harper and faintly beginning a conversation with Wren, if the blond’s smug laugh was any indication. Briar instead knelt down where the farmer had been, ignoring Harper’s fingers slowly tracing over your stomach, dragging through the slowly cooling cum. Briar smacked his hand away as he gripped your waist, just to turn you on your front. His thumb ran along your hole, gathering the combined cum just to tuck the finger into his mouth, sucking slowly. He tilted his head, as if deciding on the taste before spitting it cleanly out, onto the carpet. 

With your own cheek resting against the floor, and Harper just slowly dragging his long fingers over your skin, left over cum on his fingertips making new patterns on your back, you fully relaxed into the new position. Obviously Briar noticed, if the satisfied hum was anything to go by. 

“Quite fucked open already.” He murmured, using just one thumb to press into you, making more cum rush out, down your thighs. “So I just get to enjoy you, without worrying if I will rip that pretty little hole.” 

You just mumbled something and you felt Harper press closer to you, giving the shell of your ear a light kiss. Not even hearing the rustle of his clothes, Briar’s cockhead nudged your opening with a soft squish.

“Hurry up.” Bailey appeared at the door again, resting his forearm against the frame. “Others are growing bored.” 

“So you could take your time, fuck at your leisure?” Briar gave an amused sigh, slowly sinking into you, filling you up again. “But you have to rush everyone else? Almost sounds like you wanted more time with your little orphan, hm?” 

“Shut up.” Bailey muttered before using his weight to push himself off the wooden frame again. 

He didn’t leave, instead his cold eyes rested on your face, your blissed out expression. Even as Harper began to idly play with your nipples, even as Briar bottomed out with a low chuckle, he refused to stop looking at you. Even as your eyes shut in bliss and the brothel owner draped himself over your back, murmuring obscenities, his gaze remained fixed, analytical and aroused. 

“Never understood why you had so many repeat customers.” Briar sighed out. “Knew you had talent but… Yeah, this hole is something else. Basically a fucked open gloryhole but still damn addictive.” 

You could just whine softly as he rutted into you. His cock had a delicious curve to it, putting pressure on a spot that almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Briar refused to let up on you, even as you reached another orgasm, shivering around his cock. Harper continued his nibbling, leaving love bites all over your neck and shoulders, even nipping at your earlobe just to make you squeak. 

Bailey also remained, watching you fall apart. 

Downstairs, Wren and Remy picked over the family’s possessions, the blood staining the nice wooden floor boards. The blond in fact, kneeled down to twist the rings off both the husband and wife and the farmer rolled his eyes, just about finishing his cigarette before stubbing it out in a decorative ashtray. 

“Who's that for, hm?“ 

 “Hey, could be for you.” Wren grinned at him before they both quietened down, listening to your soft moans growing louder and louder. 

“Could be for them.” Remy snorted, idly leaning back against a bloodied counter. 

“Yeah, but only after I sell them, y’know.” Wren straightened up, rolling the rings in his palm before tucking them into his pocket. He slung his arm over Remy’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Then I’ll buy a nice collar for them. Or a sex swing. Or a new cottage. Y’know, all for easy access.” 

The farmer was cut off in his reply as there was a final moan and footsteps began to come back down the stairs. Both Bailey and Briar appeared at the foot of the stairs, Harper’s cheerful voice echoing from your room, no doubt dressing you back up. 

“Happy Purge.” Wren just grinned at his compatriots, smug as they echoed his own words back to him. “Let’s go see if any places on Danube street look especially full of expensive shit.” 

EVENT MAIN POST

[kissyouallaway]

six songs I've been liking... thank u to @9cl for recommending this to me

My friend sent me this song cause bleachblonde sampled it and like oh my god it's so fucking good I can't even begin to start talking about it just that riff with the room mic vocals AND THAT FUCKING CHORUS LIKE OH MY GOD NEVER A WASTE OF MY TIIIIIIME it's such a sad song and it really reminds me a lot of my past like when I was a Rochester indie emo kid at age 15 recording folk music in my bedroom but idk it's different it doesn't make me feel bad in the same way like listening to the stuff from back then makes me feel (like I'm going to slip back to that time period and fall into depression again.) good song tho

couture23/Remy cechovic/instagram_filter is one of my favorite artists with more good songs than I can remember but this one in particular sticks out to me, teks part is good but god Remy's verse with the delivery being so quiet and almost shy over such an emotive and dense beat with the lyrics "going from swingsets and basketball courts to being sat in a room, being told all the rules" it's so nostalgic and sad and just heartwrenching it just makes me want to cry

Lucy is another one of my favorite artists, his style is so unique and his like vocal style is so versatile it's crazy... his imagery and the words he chooses to use in his lyrics feel almost old timey in a way...idk really how to put it other than that but it makes me think of my old orthodontists office that I used to go to when I was 8 that was completely decked out in sea themed everything, just something about it... also I love the video with him throwing the minion plush around while singing :)

herstory is someone who I actually know on here as well as a super insanely talented producer and singer... I love all of his songs and stuff with the band los3r but this one in particular is super fukn good, the vocals feeling like a cry out over the guitar and just exploding into that last section I mean like come on it's fucking incredible

cg is another rly cool person I know from social media as well as a good rapper... the beat in this song feels really loose and like it's barely holding itself together it's really cool, the pluck sound I really love too lol... I also love the line "I feel like stewie griffin with the cool whip"

I don't even know where to begin with this song... the whole composition is so fucking insane and beautiful, the first part with the mp3 compression and click sound feels like what the first day of snow in winter always feels like 2 me idk how to put it... and the lyrics "don't take me home tonight, I'm not feeling right, stumbling towards the light" paint a very specific picture in my head that I've actually tried to draw before.. in late winter to early spring I went through an almost total mental collapse where I was constantly afraid and super fucking angry and suicidal and was having awful mood swings where I wasnt able to cope with living for much longer cause it brought me so much pain emotionally, and this whole song feels like what that kind of fear felt like...kinda paranoia but not really there's kinda anger in it but also feeling like you're alone and super vulnerable and it's just oh my god the part at 1:38 fucking chills down my spine every time I think it's my favorite song right now it's brutal and soul crushing and just too much to put into words...

I would like 2 nominate @findingtheanecdote to do one next

[angelgoeslewd]

Hi Angel, could i request Wren and Landry seeing a very pregnant PC and maybe the water break when there with them? So for Wren when they play card or something like and Landry maybe at the pub or somewhere else i don't mind thank you have a great day/night!

finally got around to posting this 💕 currently dealing with admissions rn which SUCKS bleh

also gonna take the liberty here to make pc pregnant w their kid bc why not 😎👉👉 if u want just a rando pregnancy lmk!!

⚠️ warnings: heavy pregnancy talk: water breaking, stressful births, etc. mentions of harper being less than savory to pregnant people, reader is able to give birth, possessiveness, breeding kink/baby trapping.

Wren:

if you hid it from him

if you actually managed to hide your pregnancy up to this point from this man, color him impressed. his whole job is being in the know. most of that info is directed towards Remy’s profitability but ya know, never hurts to have a few aces up your sleeves. and he has. so many.

night started off simple enough, a game of cards with his puppy playing across from him; you’ve gotten good after all these times, your bluffs have been harder to read, even harder when you wear the collar he had gotten made for you

its when you stop bluffing and throwing back your sharp wit that he both loves and despises when he looks up. in fact, you’ve stopped doing everything. you’re completely still. not a response he’s seen from you. and it worries him.

“you ok, pup?”

you give a little shake of your head, and then drop your cards to the table. your hands shoot to your abdomen, breath heavy, placing your forehead on the cool wood table. Wren is at your side in an instant, hands wandering over you, looking for wounds. it’s too much, the pain, the sensation of warmth moving across your body, and you push them away weakly.

when he doesn’t find any, his mind immediately goes to the worst. he pulls his gun on his men, wondering which one decided to poison the wrong person.

he’s not supposed to care about you this much. you’re just a body in his bed. he needs his gang, he knows this. he needs them to trust him, needs them to be ready to lay down their lives for him. but he does cares about you. too much about you. you, his puppy. the one he’s trained so perfectly, invested so much time in. and he wont let this transgression go.

“no… wren,” you call, trying your hardest to uncurl yourself and grab at his arm. he pulls his gun up and away from you, easily moving it out of your reach. but you manage to will yourself out of the chair. when it happens.

you hear a snap, and your body reacts, looking up to Wren, his perfectly trained puppy, thinking he had snapped his fingers for your attention, but one hand is holding the gun and the other is at his side, so you’re confused — when your feel your thighs dampen. you’ve already lost your bottoms in the first round, so you can feel all the wetness that runs down your leg and suddenly, you put it together.

he does too, seeing the puddle on the floor. his gun is instantly away, holding you as your struggle to stay on your feet while the contractions get worse.

“puppy… you been keepin’ secrets?” you nod, pitifully. the look on your face is almost literally the definition of a kicked wet dog, and Wren is amused at how well you play your part.

it’s the next words out of your mouth that makes him stop. you can’t manage many words through the contractions, but you manage to get out, “yours…”

“Everyone get the fuck out,” He spits, still unmoving, eyes trained on you. His men, who have been watching the entire time, almost in shock at how quickly so much has happened, are out the door in less then 3 seconds. They all know that voice. They’re all convinced they won’t be seeing you anymore, and honestly, so are you. and you shut your eyes tight, wondering if he’d at least take the baby to somewhere better then Bailey’s orphanage after you’ve been taken care of.

but instead, there’s a firm, gentle hand on your back, and you open your eyes to met wren’s. he’s so close to you, inches away. you can feel his breath on your face as he assesses the situation. “i’ll take care of you, darlin’. don’t worry.”

no time for prep. no time for anything. much to his displeasure, he has to get you to the hospital. he picks you up easily, trying to be as gentle as he can, barging out of the cottage and telling his men to start the car.

he spends the entire hospital visit watching harper with eyes like a wren hawk. has a HUGE, completely out of character outburst when harper has to actually touch you to help you give birth. takes the baby away from him as soon as possible.

visiting hours do not apply to him. if they kick him out, he’s just going to break back in so…

if you didn’t hide it from him

a pregnant partner is almost like a status symbol to him. when you tell him, he’s over the moon. doesn’t show it, simply nods and says, “ok.”

but your whole existence to him changes. you aren’t just a fun bedmate. you’re his show dog, his prized pooch. wants you to wear tight shirts, show off that belly he’s blessed you with. show off his fertility, show off how safe he can keep you in this horrible place.

this sometimes means you come with him on ‘tasks.’

dangerous? yes. but don’t worry. you have your own team of bodyguards, people wren has known the longest and trusts the most, who would die for him, to protect you. they’d take a bullet for you. it’s an intimidation tactic. even bailey would raise an eyebrow at wren’s shameless flaunt of power. but wren isn’t bothering him or his business so he doesn’t care too much.

in fact, bailey might use it as leverage. but that’s another story.

in private, he gets touchy. super touchy. lots of pregnancy sex. he always has an arm around you or hand on you. you go where he does.

when your water breaks, he’s right there. holding you, breathing with you through contractions. would prefer a home birth, honestly, with a member of his, recently hired, who has midwife experience. he doesn’t really like the hospital. or harper. especially harper.

he’s probably been preparing for this day and will refuse any jobs from Remy for the two weeks leading up to your due date. much to his displeasure. has made his team practice drills for this, so they jump into action when it happens.

he’s the one holding your hand, if you want a water birth, he’ll get in with you, reminding you how strong you are to have carried his babes for so long, he doesn’t care about the blood or anything else. as long as the baby and you are healthy. he’s seen and be through a lot of shit, birth doesn’t scare him off.

Landry

if you hid it from him

like wren, it is VERY hard to hide anything from this man, because you not only have to hide it from him, you have to hide it from the whole town. one drunk idiot with a loose tongue will have Landry at Bailey’s doorstep, demanding to speak to you about those rumors.

so if you actually managed it, congratulations! You might have a shot at working at Landry’s bar!

of course, he’ll very upset if he knows you’ve accepted drinks while pregnant. please don’t do that to this man. yes, he’s a shady asshole but he’s less of an asshole then anyone else in this town.

but when your water breaks? at his bar? he shuts down. Landry is not a doer. see, he takes pride in being able to avoid any doing and being able to sit comfortably on his wealth like a dragon. he will be practically on the verge of passing out. his hands will be shaking. but he’ll eventually get you in his car and to the hospital.

he adores you l, but, uh. this isn’t his forte. he’s ready to bolt when you’re in (semi) safe hands.

he doesn’t even put two and two together until you’re grabbing his hand, asking him, strained as you lay in the hospital bed, if he wants to stay and see his baby.

ok. Landry has officially shut down now. what.

oh. oh. it’s been a while, but he has a pretty good memory. you mean that one time when you sucked him off behind the bar all night and when he finally closed up and did you on the counter and he — oh.

or maybe it was that other time, when you surprised him in his bed, he was so turned on by the way you were able to get in without tipping him off that he — mhm. could’ve been that time.

it takes him a while to boot back up, but when he does, he’s still not fully out of shock. he just nods dumbly and follows your bed to the delivery room. he does hold your hand the whole time and cuts the cord though so ❤️. big love to Landry to being the only decent father besides Robin.

oh my god. he doesn’t think anything could be as cute as holding the new little infant in his arms. it’s adorable. and he’s honestly in love with how utterly perfect it is. its cute little nose.

he is 100% knocking you up again. give this bachelor a taste of domestic life and he’s going to keep you there.

if you didn’t hide it from him

honestly, not much changes besides Landry is a little bit more prepared for the birth.

he blacks out for about 5 minutes when you tell him. you’re sitting in front of him, at a table in his bar, long before it opens, waving your hand in front of his face worriedly when he comes to. “we’re… having a baby. a baby.” probably repeats this for another 5 minutes. it is honestly so concerning to you, but considering what this town is like, you don’t expect him to stick around. but eventually, when you’re turning to leave, he grabs your wrist, a determined look coming over his face, and he promises you that he will be the best dad he can be.

orphanage? haha sorry Bailey. PC is getting kidnapped moved to Landry’s room above the bar. he probably sells him a share of his bar in return. worth it though. he will absolutely not take no for an answer. you’re in his sight morning and night. he will drive you to school and pick you up. he makes sure you take your vitamins and eat good meals.

honestly, probably the best option to get knocked up by, despite him being a helicopter mom. man’s been a bachelor for so long that settling down actually seems… nice.

as long as you’re able to turn a blind eye to his actual source of income and ready to be under scrutiny of cops and always surrounded by shady people. 🤷‍♀️ if you don’t feel safe, he’ll do his best to make sure you do. security systems, an actual house, whatever you need.

remember that hoard I was talking about earlier? oh yeah, this dude’s got a bit of cash he can burn. skullduggery is the easiest source of high income in the game, he’s where all the money is flowing to.

he never mentions your pregnancy to anyone and probably won’t. it’s too risky in his line of work. keeps you separated from his work. and if you were selling him stolen goods before? well, that’s gotta stop. will refuse anything you bring him and demand you quit putting yourself in unnecessary danger. will lock you in his room if you don’t.

packs your hospital bags months before your due date. he’s so nervous. he uncharacteristically messes up orders and drops glasses when he’s working and the thought pops into his head. blames it on nicotine.

speaking of. chain smokes. not in the house or near you, but he does to calm himself down over the whole ordeal. needs it to stay sane. when he gets too worked up, you tell him to go have one to chill out.

wren and mickey absolutely find out and make fun of him.

when your water breaks, it’s during bar hours, of course. he won’t let you downstairs when it’s working hours so you have to call him to tell him. tells everyone to get the fuck out and considering how worked up he is, they do without any complaint.

carries you, literally bridal style, to his car.

again, an absolute wreck at the hospital. paces. won’t leave you to smoke though, you half wish he did, however, because he’s somewhat of a pain. jumping at every sound of pain you make, demanding Harper around, you can tell even Harper is annoyed.

but when it’s all done and over with, you have to almost pry the baby from his arms. tries to bottle feed it, but doesn’t get how to do it right. at least he’s trying.

hope you’re ready to be pregnant 24/7. he’s addicted :).

loves watching you breastfeed, if it's possible for you to do so.