#I have more pictures of my babies together

[vaginalvr]

husband Spencer coming home exhausted to his wife cooking dinner for him wearing nothing but an apron, some skimpy panties and tits out. yea my mans drooling like a dog

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I had sm fun writing this one it makes me want to get married

REQUESTS OPEN!

cw: smut, teasing, domestic kink, married life, apron kink, panties only, soft dom/sub vibes, kitchen sex, oral (f receiving), cockwarming, riding, sweet but filthy

The front door clicked open with a heavy sigh.

You heard the familiar rustle of keys, the thump of Spencer’s messenger bag against the entryway wall, and the long exhale he always gave after a rough day at the Bureau. You could already picture it: his shoulders slumped, hair slightly mussed, the knot of his tie loosened and his mind still spinning from whatever the hell case had pulled him into overtime again.

“Sweetheart?” he called, voice tired but soft. “I’m home.”

You turned the stove down and leaned one hip against the counter, the scent of garlic and butter filling the kitchen. “In here, baby.”

He walked in with a half-smile—then froze.

His eyes landed on you and stayed there.

You were wearing nothing but a lacy black thong and his favorite pale pink apron, tied loosely around your waist with your breasts completely bare above the ruffle-trimmed fabric. Your nipples peaked from the kitchen air, and your thighs squeezed together as you felt the heat of his stare.

You raised an eyebrow. “Long day?”

His mouth opened, then closed. “Jesus Christ.”

You smiled, slow and deliberate. “I figured you’d be hungry.”

He blinked at you like he wasn’t sure if he should eat dinner or you. “What—how—fuck.”

You stepped closer, hands behind your back, posture innocent as you pressed your chest right into his dress shirt.

“I made your favorite,” you murmured. “Pasta with that sauce you like. But…” You tilted your head. “You can have dessert first, if you want.”

He groaned. “You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Not before I blow your mind, husband.”

He grabbed your hips hard enough to make you gasp. “Bedroom. Now.”

You gave a playful smile and pulled away.

“Nope.”

You turned and bent over the stove to stir the sauce, letting the thin apron ride up and fully expose your ass. You heard a very sharp inhale from behind you.

“You’re cruel,” he muttered.

“You love me.”

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

You didn’t get through dinner.

Spencer fell to his knees in front of you, right there in the kitchen, kissing up your thighs until your knees buckled. He tugged your panties aside with a growl and licked you like he was starving — slow, deliberate, holding your hips while you trembled and moaned his name.

“Taste so sweet,” he murmured, licking a stripe up your slit. “God, I missed this.”

You tugged his curls and spread your legs wider, panting. “Then take it.”

He did.

You came against his tongue with a cry, thighs clenching, chest rising and falling in frantic waves. He stood after, lips glistening, eyes wild, and carried you to the counter, spinning you around to face him.

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered. “Naked in my apron, dripping for me.”

You kissed him hard. “Then fuck me, Doctor.”

He didn’t need more convincing.

He tugged his pants just low enough, gripped your thighs, and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You guided him inside you with a soft gasp, your arms wrapping around his neck as he slid home, thick and deep and perfect.

You both stilled there, breathing in each other’s mouths, and then he began to move.

Slow at first — just enough to feel, to grind, to claim. His hands were everywhere — your waist, your breasts, your face — like he didn’t know where to touch first. You kissed him feverishly, rolling your hips to meet every thrust.

“You always do this to me,” he groaned. “I come home tired and you make me feel alive again.”

You nipped at his jaw. “Because you’re mine. And I love taking care of you.”

He picked up the pace, hips slamming into yours with more urgency now, and you moaned loud enough to echo through the tile.

“I’m close,” you gasped. “Spence—please—”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispered, thumb finding your clit, working quick circles. “Come with me. Be good for me and let go.”

You shattered around him, crying out into his neck as he followed right after, grinding into you with a low, broken groan as he filled you.

You stayed there for a while — wrapped in his arms on the counter, breathing in sync.

Then he kissed your temple.

“…So. About that pasta?”

You giggled.

“You really want dinner after that?”

He grinned. “No. I want seconds.”

[grapejuice32]

florist!reader and older!rafe's first time having sex together? 🩷

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink

word count: 1.7k +

It had been plaguing your mind all day, how much you wanted him. You had tried to push the thoughts out of your head, but when you sent him a picture of what you were wearing for him to reply with ‘you look so goddamn pretty, sweetheart’, you were pushed into action and closed the shop early. It would be a few hours before he finished work and you used it to your advantage, making a trip to the shops before going home, bags in hand. 

The sound of his car pulling up had you running down the stairs, careful not to slip on the tiled floor. Anxiously, you waited by the front door, arms behind your back as you swayed in your spot, unable to stand still. You watched him step into the house, pulling your lip between your teeth as you did. 

“Baby, ‘m ho-“ he cut himself off as he saw you, his breath catching in his throat. As if in a trance, he closed and locked the door behind him, his eyes trained on your figure. He drank in the sight of you as he made his way over to you, his steps unhurried as he committed every detail of this to memory. 

Your lips pulled up slightly and you glance down at yourself, clad in a nightgown that showed more that it concealed. It was shorter than your usual ones, the fabric cutting off so that it only just fell past the swell of your ass. He finally reached you, his hands instantly gripping your hips while he continued to look at you, lips parted. “Do you like it?” You mumbled, needing to hear him tell you how you looked. 

“So fucking’ pretty, sweetheart.” He drawled, tightening his hold on your hips ever so slightly. He finally pulled his eyes off of your body, meeting your wide eyes that were desperate for his praise. “You’ve made my whole week,” his eyes flickered to your lip caught between your teeth. He tutted, one of his hands leaving your hips to take cup your cheek, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth. “Told y’not to do that, didn’t I? Gonna hurt yourself otherwise.” 

You just nodded, whispered a ‘sorry’ under your breath. “Got this for you,” you gestured to the item that barely clothed you.

“Yeah?” He hummed, “ ‘s really nice, thank you, baby.” Your tongue darted out to lick your lips before you leant up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to press your lips to his. His hand slipped from your face, his arms moving to wind around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. A soft moan left you, the sound swallowed by his mouth on yours. He responded by pulling you closer, his hands slipping down to grip your thighs as he hoisted you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. 

He broke away from the kiss as he carried you up the stairs, making quick work of taking you to the bedroom. You began to suck lightly on his neck, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible. He was gentle as he lay you on the bed, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as you watched him undress. The way he loosened his tie has a small whine leaving you, the sound causing a smirk to tug at his lips. When he was only in his boxers he lay beside you, leaving a trail of kisses along your collar bone to your neck as he moved to hover his body over yours, bracing his weight on his forearms place on either side of your head. 

You parted your legs to accommodate is body between them, his hips pressing down against your own. “Rafe,” you sighed as tilted your neck to give him more access to your skin. 

“Hm?” He didn’t break away, focused on leaving his mark on your skin. Instead of saying anything, you hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him down so that his bulge pressed into you. A moan came from the back of your throat as you rolled your hips up, your clit catching deliciously on his clothed cock. Rafe cursed against your skin, his breath shuddering at the contact with your barely concealed cunt. 

Rafe sat up, leaving you to whine at the loss of contact but he just shushed you as he slowly slid the nightgown off of your body. A groan came from his as he took you in, laid there in nothing but a delicate thong, a visible wet patch on the silky fabric. “You’re killin’ me, look at you,” his hands trailed up your thighs, “ ‘s this all f’me?”

You nodded, a small gasp coming from you as he pinched the inside of your thigh. “Say it,” his voice was soft, but the words were firm. 

“It’s-“ his thumb brushed over your clothed clit, he raised his brows for you to keep speaking. You swallowed thickly, your legs trying to close around his hand, but he kept them pushed apart, “All for you.”

“Yeah?” He brushed his thumb over your thinly covered clit again, putting more pressure on it this time, your hips jerking up at the contact. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. 

He hummed, taking your thighs in his hands and spreading your legs further. He lowered his head and licked a thin stripe up to your clit over your panties. Your fingers threaded through his hair, hips arching as he began to suck on your covered clit. One of his hands left your thighs to press down on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed while he used his tongue to put pressure on your clit again, the action causing your toes to curl. It was only when your nails began to dig into his scalp that he stopped, rolling your ruined panties down your legs and throwing them on the floor somewhere. 

He got up on his knees and reached to his nightstand drawer, a condom in his hands but you shook your head, stopping him from opening it. “D’you not want to?” He asked softly, stopping everything. 

“I do,” you assured, your eyes flicking down briefly to the large bulge in his boxers. “I wanna feel you, don’t want that.” You said as you tried to pull the condom from his hands. 

“Baby, I don’t think-“ he started, pausing as he took in your wide, glassy eyes. 

“Please?” His throat bobbed but he nodded, just whispering a small ‘okay’ before he placed the condom back on the nightstand. 

Your breathing was uneven with anticipation as he rid himself of his boxers, your breath catching in your throat at the size of him. He lined himself up with your opening, looking to you for confirmation. Slowly, he pushed just the tip of his cock into you a mewl leaving your lips as he did. “Not gonna fit, Rafey.” 

He shook his head, pushing in by another inch, “ ‘m gonna make it fit.” You pulled him down so that he was closer to you, your perked nipples brushing against his chest. Ever so slowly, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, the both of you gasping in unison at the feeling. 

He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to the size of him as he planted kisses on your cheeks. It was only when you pressed your hips up that he started to move, any thoughts of being gentle and slow flying out of his head at the warmth of your tight walls around him. His thrusts were hard, each one had the tip of his cock bumping your cervix. 

He hiked your legs up, manoeuvring you so he had you in a mating press. The deeper angle had unintelligible strings of sounds that might have been moans, pleas or his name leaving you. Your head was clouded with please as your nails dug into his back, your back arching and pressing your body impossibly closer to his. 

You clenched around him, one of his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he relentlessly bullied his cock into you. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises and the thought had you crying around him your nails scratching down his back as pressure built up in your stomach. 

“I know,” he mumbled lovingly as if he wasn’t fucking you within an inch of your life. “Doin’ amazing f’me.” The words had you panting, your toes curling, the pressure in your core becoming unbearable. “Makin’ me feel so good,” he continued, the words bringing you closer to the edge. Rafe’s free hand slid between the two of you and he pressed down on your stomach, groaning as he felt the bulge of his cock there. “Takin’ it so well, sweetheart,” he said as he pressed down on your stomach, a cry leaving your lips as he did. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.” 

The praise pushed you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you at full force, your thighs shaking around him. You were barely aware of what was going on until you felt Rafe trying to pull out of you, your cunt squeezing around him to keep him inside of you. “Inside,” you whispered hoarsely, “please.” He didn’t argue, didn’t have the time to as you lifted your hips to meet his, the walls of your cunt unbearably tight as you came down from your orgasm, pulling his own from him. 

He swore, thrusting himself into you again as he buried his cum inside of you, painting your walls white with it. The last thing he expected to hear from you was the breathy ‘thank you’ that fell from your lips as he pumped you full of his cum, the words filling his head with all sorts of depraved thoughts. The room was filled with heavy breathing from the two of you as you tried to catch your breath, it was only when he moved to roll off of you and pull out that you spoke, “Stay.”

He shook his head, “Gotta clean you up, sweetheart."

You whined, “Please, jus’ for a little. Wanna feel close to you.” Your words were slightly slurred, eyes half lidded. He couldn’t find it in himself to deny you, so he carefully moved the two of you, so you now lay on his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you leaving you warm and full of him. A satisfied smile was on his face, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how much you’d let him do to you. 

reqs are open for florist reader x older!rafe

[loxoels]

OTORRR SI PAIGE NAMAN GAWAN MO NG AU PLS PLS PLS 🙏🏻🙏🏻

but you belong to me ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

paigebueckers x jealous!reader

a/n: i suggest you listen to the music attached above while reading ;)

cw: 18+ smut, explicit content, secret relationship, jealousy

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you two argued before her biggest game of the season.

you don’t even know why anymore. it started with something small—like her not texting you back last night. you said something cold. she said nothing. just grabbed her bag and left the room.

you watched her walk away, and it stung.

you hated fighting. but you hated feeling like a secret even more.

and this morning made it worse.

you saw a photo—her and that celebrity everyone loves. standing close. arms around each other. smiling big.

the caption:

good luck to my girl @paigebueckers. bring it home, baby!

you stared at the screen. heart sinking. she didn’t even warn you about it. didn’t even say it was happening.

and now you’re sitting in the crowd, trying not to think too much.

the game is loud. she’s playing well.

she looks calm. focused. strong.

like nothing’s wrong.

then she scores a three.

and right after, you hear it:

“that’s my baby!! let’s go, paige!!”

you already know the voice. same girl from the post.

front row. standing up. clapping like she owns her.

your chest feels tight.

but you clap too. like nothing’s wrong.

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you wait outside the locker room after the game.

arms crossed. face calm but your chest feels anything but calm.

when paige sees you, she looks tired. sweaty. glowing from the win.

but her smile fades when she catches your expression.

“you left early,” she says.

“the crowd was crazy.”

“you always stay for the end.”

you don’t answer. you just look away.

she sighs. “are we still fighting?”

“didn’t know we stopped,” you mutter.

“okay,” she says, slowly. “what did i do?”

your arms tighten around yourself. “you really don’t know?”

“no, i don’t,” she says, more confused now. “we argued this morning, and i figured it was just… nerves. i didn’t think it’d follow us into tonight.”

you shrug. try to brush it off.

but something in her voice pushes.

“seriously,” she says again. “what is this?”

and you break, just a little.

“i saw the post,” you say.

her face shifts. “what post?”

“you and her. the popstar. this morning. arms around each other. my girl this, baby that.”

paige rubs the back of her neck. “it was just a picture—”

“yeah, well, she didn’t look like she thought it was just a picture.”

paige blinks. “you’re upset over that?”

“i’m not upset,” you say too quickly. too sharp.

but you are.

and she can tell.

“i mean,” you go on, “it’s whatever, right? she gets to post you. shout your name. call you baby in front of the whole damn arena.”

paige’s face goes still.

“i can’t even touch your hand in public,” you say, voice dropping. “i can’t hug you after the game. i can’t tell anyone you’re mine.”

you try to laugh it off, like it’s not sitting heavy in your chest.

but paige doesn’t laugh.

“that’s what this is about,” she says quietly.

you press your lips together. don’t answer.

because she’s not wrong.

and you hate that she sees right through you.

“it’s not fair,” you whisper. “they get to love you out loud. i don’t even get a good morning text on game day.”

her eyes soften. her whole expression shifts.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” she says. “i was caught up. the picture, the cheers, all of it—it meant nothing. you mean everything.”

you stay quiet, still holding it in.

so she takes a step closer. slow. gentle.

“you don’t have to say it,” she murmurs. “i know you’re jealous. and honestly? i don’t blame you.”

your chest tightens.

“but you don’t have to be,” she adds, softer now. “because no one else gets what you get. no one else has me like you do.”

her eyes stay on yours, sharp but soft. and then—

she steps in. close. closer.

you don’t move. you just stare. breathing a little too fast.

then her hand reaches up.

she grabs your chin—firm but not rough—fingers warm against your skin.

her thumb presses under your jaw.

and she tilts your head up so you’re forced to look at her.

“look at me,” she says.

your lips part, but no words come out.

her hold tightens just a bit, just enough to make your heart race.

you push against her shoulder. just a little.

but then she kisses you.

hard.

you gasp against her mouth, caught between pulling back and pulling her closer.

her hand stays at your chin, keeping you there.

like she’s saying, you don’t get to run from me. not now.

and something in you just… melts.

because as much as you wanted to be mad—

god, you missed her.

her lips move with purpose. with heat. with everything she couldn’t say in front of the world, but only shows when it’s just the two of you.

your fingers grab at her shirt now. no more pushing.

you kiss her back like you need it to breathe.

because maybe you do.

"we're really doing this now, hm?" she says seductively as she breaks off the kiss.

she shoves you into the locker room, "get the fuck in."

“be quiet f’me, okay?” she softly presses your face against a locker.

your heat prevented you from speaking, so you simply nodded.

she travels her hands over your body and gives you a passionate kiss on the back of your neck.

her hands reach your ass.

she begins by teasing your clothed clit before removing your jeans.

“so wet for me already.” she said when she notices a damp patch on your underwear.

she then removes your panties and kneels behind your ass.

initially, she licks your pussy lightly and you, on the other hand, is a whimpering mess.

you gasps when you felt her suck your clit.

you then felt a smack on your ass causing you to whine.

she stands up from her position and starts to do circular motions on your clit.

before you can even react, she’s already slipped two fingers inside you—your moan slips out, but she quickly covers your mouth with her hand.

“you like that?” she teases.

she curls her fingers deep inside you, hitting just the right spot, and the sudden wave of pleasure makes you jolt— you can’t help the sharp yelp that escapes your lips, your hand flying to grip her arm for something to hold onto.

her pace gets faster, rougher, and it doesn’t take long ‘til you’re a moaning mess under her—body shaking, voice breaking, and you can’t even think straight anymore.

“you’re mine,” she says, voice low now. serious. “say it.”

“i’m yours! yours.. only yours..” you’re now so close to your high.

her fingers start moving faster, each motion more intense than the last, building up pressure that makes your body twitch and your breath hitch in your throat.

“s-so close..” you weakly said.

“yeah? how close, baby?”

“sooo close, paige.. please!” you beg.

“cum for me, baby.”

the moment the words leave her mouth, it hits you—you’re reaching your high in seconds, legs shaking, and mouth falling open.

your legs are weak, breath uneven, and paige’s behind you, leaving her marks all over your skin.

your back’s against her chest now.

both of you still catching your breath.

the locker room is dim. silent except for the soft hum of the lights and your slowed-down heartbeats.

you’re sitting between her legs, her arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

her hoodie is half-zipped on her. your shirt’s wrinkled. lips kiss-bitten. legs weak.

but none of that matters right now.

her hands are warm on your stomach. grounding you.

“you okay?” she asks, barely above a whisper.

you nod. still quiet. still dazed.

she rests her chin on your shoulder. presses a soft kiss to your neck.

“did i push too much?” she asks, softer now. guilt flickers in her voice.

you shake your head. “no,” you whisper. “i needed it.”

and you did.

you needed her. all of her.

needed to feel something real in the middle of the mess in your head.

and she gave it to you—every piece of her, like she always does when you need it most.

she holds you tighter. one hand rubs slow, calming circles on your thigh. the other stays around your waist.

“you’re mine,” she says again, softer this time. “i don’t care who sees. i don’t care what it takes. i’ll find a way to show it. you deserve that.”

you lean your head back against her shoulder. your fingers find hers and squeeze gently.

“promise?” you ask.

“swear,” she says, kissing your temple. “you’re not just a secret to me. you’re everything.”

and for a while, neither of you say anything else.

you just stay there—in the warmth of her arms, in the quiet—where no one else exists but her and you.

and it feels safe.

it feels like home.

a/n: this was so hard to make.. i can’t write smut so well..

[syluses]

big girls dont cry QNA

i know you guys have lots of curiosities about this fic lolll so i’ll try to answer some of the questions i received (∗ᵕ̴᷄◡ᵕ̴᷅∗) 💕 if u still have some, just shoot me an ask!! :] also im really bad at explaining so i apologize 🤦🏻‍♀️ i have the plot nailed in my head but its tricky to articulate it in a clear, linear way for yall considering all the little nuances i added lol. i’ll try my best tho hehe :,)

Okay so there’s a whole ‘nother plot that exists in the background of this fic- which was super fun for me to write, but im sure from a reader standpoint it’s also kinda thrilling to try to connect the dots i left lol. thats why theres so many interpretations for this story (which i love!! i loved reading all yall’s theories)! 💕 BUT. that being said, the ‘canon’ goes like this:

SPOILERS BELOW read it first then come back! ( ⸍ɞ̴̶̷ ·̫ ɞ̴̶̷⸌ )

was caleb really dead?

No. Caleb staged his own death and then, similar to the main story homecoming wings, didnt tell mc :,) for his own reasons, for a time, he decides he’ll let her go on believing he’s truly gone…

why did he stage his death?

I dropped little crumbs of it in the fic, but it’s hinted that mc, on top of all her grief, feels a bit bitter over the whole shebang and also blames herself for it. hmm… why would that be? 🤔 well because their final moments together (or so she THOUGHT) were emotionally charged and volatile.

the foundation of their sibling relationship was growing weaker and weaker before the explosion. arguments are forming out of nowhere- things are becoming more tense and mc, for the life of her, can’t understand why her gege is always pulling her into a heated debate about safety, danger, blahblahblah, this that and the third, every time they interact. He’s being wildly unreasonable, which she knows, and protective- a trait that has snowballed as they entered their adulthood- but what she doesn’t know is the why behind it. she tells herself she just has a super protective older brother who views her as a little baby in need of his guidance- which isn’t entirely wrong… but she doesn’t see the full picture. His true feelings. All this tension eventually climbs to its peak. Caleb just gets worse and worse. He needs to do something before the world collapses on them both.

Now, in this au, he works at EVER, a somewhat shady but lucrative company- which dabbles in robotics amongst other things. I imagine they have abundant resources and wealth- and what with his promotions, it’s safe to say caleb is making a LOT. So, the delusional guy he is, he buys a big fancy suite with the idea in mind of two eventually living in it ;) but mc doesn’t want to- she has her own life in linkon!! She wants to spread her wings and separate from the nest anyway. Partly to start her own life; partly to prove to her gege that she can take care of herself. The argument that unfolds over this is the last they have before the big tragic explosion 😭 caleb, putting on a show with his beaten puppy eyes, leaves and then that’s the last time she sees him.

Caleb meticulously plans his ‘death’ out (with some help from his wingman ofc) and then eventually the robot is introduced to mc. It serves as a trojan horse. He’ll finally conquer her heart with it and win full autonomy over her. THIS IS HIS MAIN GOAL WITH THE ROBOT. WHY HE EVEN DOES ANY OF THIS TO BEGIN WITH.

Caleb gets to spy on mc with it and also slowly reshape her to accept his feelings; his ‘death’ has left her in a fragile state of mourning and he knows, after she warms up a bit to not-Caleb, he can more or less get away with anything- bc she will claw for whatever’s left of her family member. He can make her finally reciprocate and understand him— whether that be his feelings or fear or love. He tried to be patient, to be good, but obviously he had to travel a new route. He’s thinking of her 24/7. He’s obsessive, longing, protective, you name it- and all of this just worsens the more she denies him. When push comes to shove… well, caleb will do whatever it takes to win her :] He knows it’s unconventional and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him too- monitoring his endearingly stubborn, but sweet meimei and the shattered pieces he left of her through his android’s eyes— but it’s all temporary, and he truly believes it’s for the better.

did gideon know?

Yes, Gideon knew all along. He’s Caleb’s best buddy after all. To be matter of fact- Gideon didn’t just know, he quite literally ‘herded’ mc into the lion’s den in a way. Mc knew vaguely of their work at EVER, but not too much; so Gideon was the one who shined that light on their robotics and really introduced her to the concept of not-Caleb. Now, i wouldnt say Gideon is exactly comfortable with his involvement, but he actually really does care for mc and thinks she needs that help- as dubious as the means are. Anyway, it’s almost impossible to shut out all of his buddy’s demands: the brunet is nothing if not insistent on getting what he wants. In his own whacky way, Gideon thinks what he did- playing into Caleb’s plan- was for the better as well. I mean, Mc clearly wasnt doing good before not-Caleb came along,… but with the few visits he managed before the android got a little too stingy and sent him off, Gideon actually managed to catch a smile or two from her! So clearly he did the right thing 👀 not to mention… the real caleb seems very pleased with the progress, too. besides- the whole robot situation is temporary anyway :] She’ll be reuniting with the beloved gege she misses so much sooner rather than later.

how accurate was not-caleb?

His programming is like 100% accurate. Mc, for a mix of both naiveity and delusion, thinks not-Caleb is flawed when he starts to show signs of amorous/romantic feelings for her. Really, though, after she tells him to stay the night with her (innocently; and after years of having not shared the same childhood twin bed), it triggers a part of his ‘brain’ that undoes all real caleb’s self restraint thus far :] If the same exact situation happened with the real caleb, his reaction would’ve more or less been the same. Homeboy can only keep his feelings in check for so long

who programmed not-caleb?

Real Caleb

how is mc pregnant?

Because the robot’s creator wanted to add his own special touch to his work if you know what i mean :) yeah he’s a freak like that. Dont think he WOULDNT install in his robot the ability to indirectly knock his ‘meimei’ up. I will say though, that while caleb wants to get mc pregnant, its not fully bc he wants to start a family- at least not right away- but because he wants to emotionally and legally trap her with him. Besides monitoring her/wearing down her walls while she thought he was ‘dead’, this was actually one of caleb’s biggest goals with sending not-caleb into her home.

is not-caleb self-aware?

Yes

what’s real caleb been doing all this time?

Basically climbing the ranks of EVER from his lil perch somewhere in skyhaven. all the while, of course, spying on mc like a hawk. Biding his time & waiting for the right moment when she’s at her weakest, most codependent state to replace his carbon copy :)

was caleb controlling his robot?

No. But he essentially created its whole program. And there are cameras inside its eyes in which he watches mc from :) and cant help but snap pics with sometimes: she’s just so pretty— and endlessly sexy when he finally, in a vicarious way, gets to lie her back and make love to her <3

what is real caleb’s motive/ultimate goal?

1. to control/protect/‘tame’ mc through the robot; get her to see things from his point of view (which means realizing she belongs with him- where it’s safe and he can protect & love her)

2. to knock her up (hence the. ahem. reproductive abilities of the robot) so that he can trap her with a baby on top of all the other emotional strings he’s hogtied her with.

does gideon want mc too?

the question is not would gideon smash her. the question is would caleb LET him…. 👀

also, below i just attached a screenie from some of the notes i took. theyre ofc a little disjointed but i think it might clarify things too :] im so bad at answering questions esp for a plot this spiraling but i really tried my best guys my brain is tired forgive me :,)

[skyracha]

The Babysitter

[Felix]

RQ: @tayschaufert

“Could you write a cute/fluffy oneshot where Felix is helping us babysit?”

if you’d like to make a request, look here :)

Content: honest to god pure fluff, married!!, pregnant!reader

a/n: turned out kinda short i apologize

My Library HERE :)

Tags: @cowboylikemalika @encoredesires @my-neurodivergent-world @itvenorica124 @0sunshinecryptid0 @lov3rachan @synesthesia-fics @dieklienesuesse

“Thanks again for helping me out. You guys are lifesavers.” My sister in law thanked me again as she handed me my neice, Josie.

She called me earlier asking if Felix and I could babysit since my neice was now 11 months and her and my brother felt she was old enough for them to be able to go out to dinner.

They hadn’t had a night out alone since she was born, so I jumped at the opportunity and Felix was just as excited. “Of course, I’ll never pass up the chance to see my pretty girl.”

Josie’s little grin when I say that makes me melt and my sister-in-law cooes at her one more time before she leaves with my brother.

“Okay, are you ready?” I say as I turn to Felix.

“Oh absolutely who wouldn’t be ready to hang out with this little cutie.” Felix tickles her and she lets out a couple coos in response, which Felix nearly collapses from.

“She said Josie just had a food container and a diaper change, so we should be good for a little while.” I bounce her to get her higher up on my hip. She’d grown so much since I last saw her, she was getting hard to carry.

“Let’s go find a toy to play with huh?!” Felix takes her from me and goes into her nursery to sit on the floor with her.

I grab a few of her favorite toys, and Felix naturally grabs the little toy piano. He plays a couple notes while she looks up at him. Before he can notice, I snap a quick picture. “Want me to go order dinner while you have her occupied?”

“Sure babe- order whatever you want and use my card. Let the baby speak for you.” I laugh and put a hand on my stomach as I walk to go find a takeout menu.

Felix and I had been married for a little under 2 years now and expecting a little one of our own. I wasn’t too far along, only 3 and a half months, but I saw this as a practice run to see how we’d do.

I wasn’t nervous about the baby, I was excited if anything. I knew Felix would make an amazing dad, that was a no brainer, but more so how we’d do together. I was the youngest in my family out of all the grandkids and cousins, so I don’t really have any experience with kids while he does.

I rub my stomach again and decide to order a pizza, my cravings telling me I need something greasy. As I’m ordering, I hear Felix’s excited shouts as he rounds the corner. His pointer finger is wrapped in Josie’s little hand as she walks next to him.

My heart melts at the sight and I finish ordering and hang up, turning to crouch down. I beckon her over to keep walking and eventually she lets go of Felix. “Good job!!” I pick her up to sit on my hip.

She claps and points to me, “Y/Nnie” She hasn’t mastered words quite yet, so my name has been substituted as ‘Y/Nnie’ instead of ‘Aunt Y/N’.

I point to Felix, “Uncle Felix.”

She points “Fe,” is all she gets out and I can’t help but giggle. She whines to be let down, and when I do she takes off into a half run while giggling. Felix jogs after her and I decide to go get some toys for her to play with in the living room.

When I come back out, Felix has her on the floor with the changing mat out. “She smells like pee, so I was gonna change her. It’s been awhile since I changed a diaper though.”

I smile at him, setting the toys down and sitting next to him. “You’ll need all the practice you can get. First undo those straps.”

I walk him through all the steps to change the diaper, and he lays down a fresh diaper, when suddenly she begins peeing, all over his hand.

He sets her back down on what was meant to be a new diaper, and I can’t help but laugh. “Go wash, I got this.”

I grab her little feet and lift her up again like Felix had her, removing the diaper and taking baby wipes to clean her up. I put a new diaper on and redress her before Felix can come back.

Josie is the only kid I’ve been around consistently. I did a couple of babysitting jobs as a teen, but they were all older. “All better huh?”

I move the changing mat and put it in a laundry bin, then come back and sit Josie up so she can play with the toys I brought out.

Felix comes back and joins us. “You’re quick with that.”

“You did half the work for me.” I smile and he looks at me for a long moment.

“I’m so excited to have our own.” He puts his hand on my stomach and looks down at the growing bump. “I can’t even express how much they mean to me already.”

“Me too baby. You’re going to be a great dad.” I plant a kiss on his lips as a knock sounds at the door. “That must be the pizza.”

“I got it.” While he’s gone paying for the pizza, Josie makes grabby hands at me, and I stand so I can pick her up. She’s always been a clingy baby, always wanting to be held. But now that she’s getting bigger, she’s harder to hold up, putting strain on my back.

“You are a sack of potatoes girl!” I grab the TV remote and decide to put on a show for her, hoping it’ll entertain her long enough for Felix and I to eat.

“This smells so good- did you get the meat lovers again?” Felix comes in and I sit on the couch with a transfixed Josie in my lap.

“No, I got the restaurants signature. I don’t even remember what’s all on it. It just sounded good in the moment.” I shrug and grab a piece out of the box when Felix sets it on the table in front of the couch.

“Do you want me to hold her while you eat?” Felix holds his hands out. “I don’t mind.”

I sigh with relief and hand her to him. She immediately turns in his arms and laces her little fingers in his hair, fisting her hand and pulling. I lunge for her hand as Felix’s head snaps down at her surprising strength. “Josie no! We don’t do that!!” I get her hand untangled and brush Felix’s hair back into a small bun. “We do not pull hair ma’am.”

She giggles in response as if she knew what she was doing.

—

The evening goes well, and now Felix is trying to put Josie down for the night while you clean up the wreck that was now the house. Josie definitely caused you both to get your cardio in with all her taking off and throwing toys everywhere.

When you finally make it to the nursery to check on Felix, you find them both asleep in the rocking chair in the corner. Josie is sprawled against Felix’s chest and you take the moment to snap a picture before slowly taking her off and putting her in her own bed. You gently wake Felix. “She’s out, why don’t we go lay on the couch?”

Felix smiles lazily and follows you to the living room where you both snuggle up on the couch waiting for your brother and sister-in-law to get back. “I think we did well.”

“Me too.” You giggle as Felix plays with your hair. “I’m exhausted though, and it was only a few hours.”

“Same, she’s a little track star though.” You both laugh. “But I’ll stay up and wait, you get some rest.”

You go to protest but he cuts you off. “You’re the one carrying our baby, you deserve the rest my love.”

He begins to hum softly while tracing shapes down your spine and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

You dream of when you’re own baby comes along, and what life will look like with Felix.

[amirsnothere]

Found Home

Bucky X Reader

A/N - Just like everyone else, I watched Thunderbolts and I'm back on my Marvel loving shit. It's been a few years, but I'm excited to be back in it! I definitely had to take time to revisit all the Bucky content in preparation for this series though! Right now, the series is intended to be timeless, but I personally sorta picture it being before/around FATWS timeframe.

The first part is set in Bucky's POV, but all the rest of the parts will be Reader POV

Series Warnings: slow-burn, swearing, shouting, slight violence, pregnant reader (with another man's baby), Bucky's trauma, reader has trauma, mentions of verbal & physical abuse (let me know if there's more!)

Summary: Bucky has loud neighbors. One day he decides to pay them a visit.

Word Count: 695 (following parts will be longer)

Pt 1 Pt 2

Bucky minded his own business. After everything, he had earned his peace. Or what semblance of peace he could get.

The nightmares hadn't stopped, everyone who may have once loved him was dead. But he had a consistent place to call "home" at night, and he even had a regular visitor at the bird house he had attached to the dining room window. The bird house was a gift from Sam, a man Bucky thought he might consider as a friend, he said to remember him by. Three solid wood walls, the fourth replaced by the window itself, allowed Bucky to see anytime he had a visitor.

Bucky had named his little bird friend "Sam Junior" in his memoriam. When Sam heard, he protested, but he was laughing the whole time he begged Bucky to change it. After a bit of bribery, Sam was able to convince him to just to call the bird SJ, so that no one would know that his entire legacy lay in a cardinal.

The occasional visit from SJ to his window often felt like the best of sense of "home" Bucky had had in a very long time. Unfortunately, SJ didn't stick around for long when the yelling was happening.

Bucky didn't want to get involved in other people's problems. Hadn't his own parents had the occasional fight? Well, when he moved in, maybe it was just occasional, but since then, the fighting became more frequent, and much harder to ignore.

Bucky saw the women who lived next door almost every day. She usually left for work around the time he went on his morning run. They'd often walk down the stairs together, sometimes commenting on the landlord's ridiculous new policies, or making small talk about the weather. Bucky noticed she seemed to always run cold - whether it was raining, snowing, or 90° out, she always wore a sweater. He couldn't help but be impressed by her collection.

When she came home from work, he was often making his own way back from errands or meetings or whatever else he did to occupy his time. They'd walk back up the creaky stairs together and he'd listen as she mentioned the latest gossip from her job or what she planned to make for dinner. Sometimes they ran into each other outside of this predictable routine - maybe he would offer to help carry her groceries - she would always politely decline.

He almost never saw her partner. Bucky heard his loud, usually angry, voice frequently enough, that he knew the man still lived there. The ring on her finger suggested she was at least engaged, if not married, but he wished she would just dump the guy already. He sounded like a bully at best.

But Bucky really was trying to mind his own business, and if it was anyone's place to bring up their concerns, her ex-assassin neighbor certainly wouldn't be at the top of the list. Sometimes after a bad night, he would really consider saying something more forward to her, but the look in her eyes and the sharp corners of her smile warned him not to. So he stuck to talking about the weather.

Bucky could hear the yelling from outside of the building when he got home later one evening. Usually, he would just hear the man shouting at the woman. Occasionally she would let out an exhausted cry of protest, but it normally just sounded like a the typical argument she had likely grown used to losing.

As Bucky climbed the stairs to his floor, a deep feeling settled in him. Something about tonight did not feel normal. Reaching his floor, he paused, clenching the handrail until it started to warp under his grip.

Bucky was used to the man sounding angry. Somehow the word "furious" seemed more fitting now. She usually sounded frustrated. Now, he couldn't help but hear fear.

Bucky took a deep breath, a deep strech in his chest as he tried to steady his exhale. He flexed his fingers as he let go of the handrail. So much for minding his own business.

He walked up to the neighbors’ door and knocked.

[sequinsmile-x]

Fragments

The swing set may have been her idea, but building it himself - and not hiring someone to do it like she suggested - was his.

AKA - in which Aaron breaks his hand and Emily looks after him when he wakes up from surgery.

-x-

Hi besties,

I felt the need to write some low stakes whump, and this is what came out!

Life has been kicking me in the butt a little this week. Anxiety is a weird thing and my brain is acting like I'm being hunted for sport right now...so that's not particularly fun. So writing something soft and silly is exactly what I needed.

As always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

Warnings: Whump, minor injuries

Words: 2.5k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

The swing set was her idea. 

She’d always wanted one as a little kid, but her mom would never buy one. She’d say it didn’t make any sense since they moved so much, but now she was older, Emily was sure it was more to do with it not fitting the aesthetic of her mother’s home. If you hadn’t known Elizabeth, you wouldn’t have known she had a child. There were no toys where anyone could see them, and any pictures of Emily were in her mother’s office, hidden away behind heavy wooden doors as if loving her daughter, as if being proud of her, would make her seem weak to anyone who cared to look. 

Emily and Aaron’s home couldn’t be more different. 

There were toys everywhere, doomed to be strewn around the house no matter how often Emily or Aaron would tidy them away. There were photos on every wall, snapshots of them, of their life, printed and framed for all to see. The fridge was covered in pictures Jack had drawn at school and handprint paintings Lucas had done at daycare. It was messy and beautiful and hers, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

So when Jack asked them if they could have a swingset at home, his smile wide as they stood in the park and he pushed his little brother on the swing, she knew she could only say yes. She’d simply looked over Jack’s head at her husband, and he’d smiled at her, a silent agreement that they were on the same page. They’d bought the swing set that night, huddled together in bed once the boys were asleep, her laptop in her lap as she leaned back against Aaron, going back and forth between a few options before they’d settled on the one they’d wanted. It was only when it arrived, three boxes full of bits of wood, metal and plastic ready and waiting to be built, that she and Aaron finally disagreed on something to do with it all.

The swingset may have been her idea, but building it himself - and not hiring someone to do it like she suggested - was his. 

Emily sighs as she looks out of the kitchen window, shaking her head lovingly as she watches Aaron frown at the next pile of wood he has to add to the partially constructed frame of the swing set. He was ridiculously handsome, his hands on his hips as he stands there in an old pair of jeans and a polo shirt, and his confusion only seemed to add to it. She smiles as she watches Jack stare at the instructions right along with him, standing in the same stance as his father, as he tries to help. He’d been insistent on being a part of it, so Aaron had agreed, telling him that he could pass him his tools when he needed them - an offer that had made the little boy’s eyes sparkle with delight. 

“Mama! ‘eggies!” 

She turns to look at Lucas, and she chuckles.  The 18-month-old was frowning at her from his high chair, looking every bit like his father as he furrows his tiny brow, his hands flat against the tray trapping him in place as he pats it loudly.

“Sorry, baby,” she says, returning her attention to chopping vegetables for his lunch, “Mama got distracted by-”

She’s cut off as she hears a pained yell from the backyard, and she looks up, gasping when she sees Aaron sitting on the ground, his left hand cradled against his chest. Jack is visibly upset, his eyes wide as he turns to look at the house. 

“Mom!” He yells loudly, the tremble in his voice noticeable even as he shouts. She puts the knife down and turns to look at Lucas, a fake smile painted across her face as she tries to make sure she doesn’t freak him out any more than he already was. She pulls him out of his chair and takes him to the living room, carefully placing him in his playpen before she kisses the top of his head. 

“Mama will be right back, sweet boy,” she says, running out of the living room and to the back door, taking the steps down from the porch two at a time. Aaron is sitting on the ground, and Jack is kneeling next to him. The case of power tools is lying on the grass between them, different parts and tools scattered from where it had opened as it hit the ground, and her brain starts to paint a picture of what happened. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” Aaron grits out, forcing a smile she knows is for Jack’s sake, his hand still cradled against his chest, “Just a little accident, that’s all.”

“I’m so sorry, Dad,” Jack says, sniffing as he tries to hold back tears, “I was trying to be careful, but it was heavy.” 

“It’s okay, buddy,” Aaron says, his jaw tight, “I know it was an accident.”

Emily can see how much pain her husband is in, can see it in the redness that climbs up his neck, in the vein pulsing in his forehead, and she turns to look at Jack.

“Sweetie, Luke is in the living room - can you go look after him for me?” She asks, and he hesitates, his eyes shining as he looks back and forth between her and Aaron. She wipes a tear from his cheek and smiles encouragingly at him, “I’ll make sure Dad is okay.” She assures him, and he nods before standing up and running back into the house. She waits until he’s gone, and she turns to look back at Aaron, kneeling on the ground in front of him, the thought of grass stains on her jeans the last thing on her mind. “What happened?” 

Aaron groans, “I asked Jack to pass me the drill, I don’t think he heard me properly, and he tried to lift the whole case.” he winces as he tries to flex his hand. “He dropped it. It landed on my hand.” 

She winces on his behalf, “Fuck, honey. That’s got to weigh 30lbs,” she says, reaching out for him, smiling sympathetically when he flinches, “You’re worse than the boys,” she quips, something easing in her chest when he rolls his eyes at her, a hint of her Aaron peeking out from behind the one in front of her who was trying to hide his pain, “Let me see.” 

He nods and holds his hand out, “It’s not that bad.” 

She gasps when she sees it, unable to hold back her reaction at the bruise already forming on his hand, at how swollen it is, his wedding ring already looking tight, “Aaron, that looks like it could be broken.” 

He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay,” he says, smiling at her as if she couldn’t see right through it, “Nothing an icepack won’t cure.” 

“This looks like a little more than a kiss and a Batman band-aid could cure,” she says, and it’s her turn to roll her eyes. She's gentle as she reaches out for his hand and cups it between both of hers. He flinches again, his teeth clenched together as he tries to hold back a groan. “I need to take you to the hospital.” 

“No, it’s fine-”

“Honey, we need to get it looked at, okay?” She says, standing up and then offering a hand to help him, her heart clenching in her chest as he cries out in pain as he stands up, his left hand automatically reaching out to balance himself out of habit, “If it’s just a sprain or a bruise I’ll make sure you have ice packs on a constant rotation for the next several days, but if it’s broken a doctor needs to look at it.”

He sighs because she’s right, and they both knew it, and there was nothing to be gained in fighting it. “Fine.” 

She smiles and leans in to kiss him, her lips stamped against his, and she cups his cheek as she pulls back, “I’ll call Jess and ask if she can come over to look after the boys.”

He nods as they start to walk back towards the house, his hand cradled against his chest again, “Thank you for not saying it.” 

She furrows her brow, “For not saying what?” 

“For not saying I told you so about building the swing set myself.” 

She smiles and turns to look at him, “I’d never do that,” she says, pausing purposely to let her smile get wider, “Not whilst your hand looks like something out of a horror movie.”

___

He needed surgery. 

She’d done her best to keep things lighthearted while they were in the emergency room. She’d held his good hand and talked about anything and everything, focusing on stories about the boys he already knew, the thought of their sons a comfort to them both. 

When the doctor confirmed that his hand was broken, that he needed surgery to fix it, it felt like a punch to the gut. She’d recovered quickly, smiling through her anxiety and concern for her husband so she could support him, her hand tight around his right one as she assured him everything would be okay. 

The wait while he was in surgery was awful, her heart in her throat the entire time as she switched between pacing the waiting room and sitting with her leg bouncing up and down. It was too familiar, too similar to when she’d sat in a waiting room in another hospital a lifetime ago. Back when he wasn’t hers, when he was just her boss whom she could no longer deny being in love with. The moment the doctor comes by to tell her that he’s in recovery, she’s on her feet and following her as she listens intently as she’s told how the surgery went, the coil of anxiety in her chest loosening ever so slightly the moment she sees him. She sits down next to him, making sure she’s on his right side so she can hold his hand, and she links their fingers together, lifting their hands to kiss his knuckles.

“Hi honey,” she says even though he’s still asleep, kissing his knuckles again before she lets their hands rest on the bed. It feels like a lifetime before she wakes up, before she feels a slight squeeze of her hand, and she smiles when he turns his head to look at her, his eyes bleary as they meet hers. “Welcome back.” 

“Hi,” he says, his voice rough before he clears his throat, “Can I have some water?” 

“Of course,” she replies, turning to grab the plastic cup behind her, “Here you go.”

He lifts his left hand to take it from her and then groans, pain throbbing in it as he fails to lift it from the bed, “Damn it.” 

“Here I’ve got it for you,” she says, pointing the straw towards him so he can take a sip, “It sucks it’s your dominant hand.” 

He hums as he sips the water, “It really does,” he replies, and he looks down at his hand, his eyes fixed on the bright white cast, “What did the doctor say?” 

“You’ve got more metal in there than bone now, I think,” she says, squeezing his right hand, “And you’ll be doing a lot of physical therapy before you can go back to work, but you’ll be okay.” 

He nods and turns to look at her briefly before he focuses on his hand again, looking for something but unsure what. “Are the boys okay?” 

“Lucas told me to kiss it better, and is delighted to be spending the night with Jess,” she replies, her smile fading a little. “Jack feels guilty. I had to tell him a dozen times it wasn’t his fault, that these things happen, but I don’t think he believes me.” 

“I’ll talk to him,” he says, still staring at his hand. “I don’t want him to blame himself,” he furrows his brow as he turns to look at her. “Where’s my wedding ring?”

She freezes, her grip on him briefly tightening as concern lances through her gut, hot and overwhelming as she looks at him. But then she sees the haziness in his eyes, confusion brought on by painkillers and anaesthesia, and she knows he doesn’t remember. 

“They had to cut it off in the ER, honey,” she says, running her fingers through his hair, “Your fingers were too swollen for them to take it off normally.” 

She hadn’t thought too much about it in the moment, more worried about the fact that he could lose a finger if they didn’t get it off quickly, but she’d felt the weight of it when he was in surgery. The two broken pieces of his wedding ring heavy in her pocket as she waited to know that he’d be okay. She remembered choosing their rings together, his arm around her waist as they chose matching bands that would complement her engagement ring perfectly. She remembered slipping it onto his finger on their wedding day, smiling as she thought about it being there forever, a sign to the world that he was hers. 

His eyes go wide and they start to shine, tears she thinks that must surprise him too, gathering in them, “They cut it off?” 

The break in his voice, the way it cracks like Jack’s and Lucas’s did when they were upset, fractures her heart. Breaks something he’d repaired himself, and she sighs sadly, lifting his right hand to kiss his knuckles as she stands up to get closer, sitting on the edge of his bed so she can lean in, her forehead against his and her hair draping around them. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” she says, kissing his lips and then his forehead as she pulls back, wiping a tear from his cheek the moment it slips free, “It’s okay. We can get it fixed.” 

“But it’s my wedding ring,” he says, “I’ve never taken it off.” 

“I know, baby,” she says, running her knuckles down his cheek and then his jaw, “I know. But we can fix it,” she repeats, pushing his hair from his forehead like she did for the boys when they were sad or hurt, “I know a guy who happens to be the best jeweller on the east coast.” 

He frowns at her, “You know a guy?” 

She hums, “Well, more accurately, my mom knows him,” she says, standing and encouraging him to move so she can climb into bed with him, “So I can call her, listen to her criticise everything from my parenting to my career choices for 20 minutes and then ask for his number.” 

He settles against her, his head against her chest as he tilts it just enough to look up at her, his eyes full of wonder as if he still somehow couldn’t believe quite how much she loved him. “You’d do that for me?” 

She smiles and hugs him, his head against her chest as she drops a kiss against his hairline, “I’d do anything for you.” 

[bullet-prooflove]

The Right Time: Jack Dayton x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @cosmic-psychickitty @elenavampire21 @mandy426 @hooks-martin

Summary: Jack recruits a helper when he finally makes the decison to propose.

Companion piece to:

Madness of a Genius - Jack notices you're the only one not paying attention during a donor event.

The First Time (NSFW) - Jack reveals his secret during your first time together.

Fucked Up - You and Jack each have your own special brand of fucked up.

Scars - Jack wants more but is shy for asking about it.

French - You and Jack share an intimate moment at an event.

The Professor (NSFW) - Jack and you share an intimate moment in your office.

Us - You decide you don't want your relationship with Jack to be a secret anymore.

Different (NSFW) - You and Jack are a little different from normal people.

Every Morning - Jack's mornings have changed for the better.

Lunch (NSFW) - Jack can't stop thinking about you.

Cartier - Jack tries to build some healthier habits to vent his stress.

Pictures of You (NSFW) - Jack carries a certain picture of you when he goes abroad.

Such A Romantic (NSFW) - Jack reveals he believes it was love at first sight.

Tell Me - Jack tells you how he feels.

Into The Woods (NSFW) - You and Jack play a game in the woods.

Bali - A vacation in Bali leads Jack to make some life changes.

Zurich (NSFW) - Jack cancels his trip when he realises something is going on with you.

Dignity - You ex tries to put a price on your dignity.

My Love, My Light, My Life - You dedicate your book to Jack.

The Call - Jack receives a terrifying call whilst abroad.

Ten Hours - It's the longest ten hours of Jack's life.

Blunt Force Trauma - You're still dealing with the trauma of the car accident.

Mirror - Jack soothes your doubts when you don't like what you see in the mirror.

Stop - Jack makes you a promise when you're intimate together for the first time after the accident.

The accident puts things in perspective for Jack. He’s always known that he was in love with you, that he wanted to marry you. He even has the ring.  But the accident reminds him that life isn’t infinite, that at any given time something just reach out and snatch you away, and that’s one of the reasons he pauses because he has to find a way to come terms with that and you need to adjust to your new reality.

He tucks the ring away at the back of his nightstand where he knows you won’t find it, waiting for the right time. But the right time it doesn’t come, not until two years later when you buy a house together and you’re starting to pack up the condo.

He opens the drawer and there it is, just sitting there. That’s when Jack realises maybe there isn’t a right time, maybe all you have is the here and now.

“You wanna help daddy with something?” Jack asks Herbert as he snuffles at the drawer, investigating the previously unexplored space. He tilts his head up to look at Jack with those puppy dog eyes and Jack can’t think of a better way of proposing than  including your baby.

He gently unhooks Herbert’s collar, threading the ring through it before he reattaches it. It glints like a star in the light as he carries the dog back towards the bedroom door, opening it before he kisses the dog’s head and sets him on the floor. “Go find mommy.”

Herbert wriggles out of his hands and trots off in search of his other favourite person. Jack follows, leaning in the doorway as the tiny dog marches up to you as you pack some of your books into a box. He sits down and barks once and you smile down at him as you pick him up.

“Oh baby, are you getting rowdy because mommy and daddy aren’t paying attention to you. Oh I know you’re not getting any fuss-” You trail off, your finger hooking on the ring before you look up at him. “Jack?”

“Amelie.” He says, unfastening Herbert’s collar and tipping the ring onto the palm of his hand. “I cannot imagine a world without you in it and I don’t want to spend a single moment without you knowing how much you truly mean to me.”

He gets down on one knee, holding the ring out to you.

“Amelie, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

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[whateverisbeautiful]

Your questions are interesting!

4) My headcanon is that brave man story originated with Michonne and it's how she told Judith what happened with Rick. Maybe Rosita, Siddiq and Aaron were there for Michonne. I can't see Maggie and Carol being there too long because of their own communities/families. 5) I think maybe finding out she was pregnant made her sad but also happy to still have a reminder of him with their child. She probably told Judith she was going to be a big sister. I can picture Rosita holding her hand during the birth as well.

6) I think they had a memorial and I can see Michonne being okay with it because she seemed to want to just have answers or closure of some kind for herself and for Judith and RJ. It also seems like she told them that he died so they wouldn't wonder like she did.

Love these replies! I definitely can see Michonne telling Judith about Rick not coming home through telling the Brave Man story. 🥲 I always envision that toddler Judith became extra clingy to Michonne in the weeks after Rick was gone, and it breaks Michonne’s heart knowing part of why Judith never wants Michonne out of her sight is because, even at her young age, she’s come to understand that people can be here one day and gone the next.

Rosita, Siddiq, & Aaron are good answers. Siddiq & Rosita were top of mind for me as well, both being there for Michonne in the early weeks of Rick’s disappearance and the birth of RJ. I could even see that being how Rosita and Siddiq started to develop a closer relationship between them, since they could have started being around each other more while they were there for Michonne.

I think Michonne learning she was pregnant was extremely bittersweet, but ultimately a comfort for her. She’s someone who finds so many sentimental ways to remain close to those she’s lost, like wearing Rick’s ring and clothes. So to learn she’d have the greatest reflection of Rick in the baby they both wanted together would give her some true solace amid everything. Even tho I know she’d also wish every day that Rick could be with her during this new chapter. I can picture Judith being excited to learn that her baby sibling was on the way. 🥰

For #6, I feel like Michonne would be up for them throwing a gathering that celebrates and honors Rick and the immense impact he had. I could just see Michonne also avoiding using terminology that concretely suggested Rick was dead when she spoke at the memorial. Like she’d commemorate who he is, not who he was in the past tense. But you’re right, the Brave Man story Judith told did include Rick going to heaven, so it does seem she told them Rick died, probably to try and free them from the constant what-ifs, like you said. That was such a tough situation for Michonne, longing for closure and living in this limbo of needing to accept her husband was indefinitely gone while also deep down feeling him alive out there. 🥺

[lunar-years]

My Stranger Things s5 wishlist:

Revival of the Stonathan fandom now that all the popular male characters people ship with Steve are dead (rip to them ig but Jonathan’s built different)

Jonathan contributes music suggestions to Robin’s radio show. Jonathan and Robin friendship arc + passionate music debates PLEASE!!!

NONE of the Byers perish because, well, I think that would be dumb as hell!

Hopper and El also do not perish because killing hopper again after the fakeout + the horrible Russian plot they forced us all to endure to get him back is just silly and would piss me off. Also, El is so final girl she’s safe because I say so!

Jonathan & Joyce long overdue Heart to Heart

Will coming out to the party and everyone is super supportive and they all love him so much <3 more party friendship stuff in general tbh but especially that scene

Assuming a jancy breakup at the beginning of the season is somewhat inevitable, I demand LOTS of pining for one another while everyone else is absolutely over it and rolling their eyes because will you two PLEASE stop being IDIOTS and just GET BACK TOGETHER ALREADY!

Jonathan goes to NYU god dammit!

+jonathan taking pictures again as part of him finally coming into and choosing himself 🙏

Nancy serving LOOKS™️ (duh. guaranteed. already loving what I’m seeing in this regard. she slays.)

Argyle mention with the implication that him and Jonathan are still good friends and in contact, because I think it’s dumb that they wrote him out like that

Joyce is main plot relevant again (let us pray)

Steve finally gets over Nancy because that plot is so boring and tired I’m sorry. I simply don’t see how either one of those two would still be hung up on the other one! They already got over that 2+ seasons ago!! Nancy does not want to have Steve’s six dream babies!! Cmon now.

No cringey Eddie flashbacks or otherwise random Eddie reappearances (sorry Eddie stans. Again, rip to him. But he is dead and should stay that way.)

Alive Max (duh). Lumax cutesy movie date. Lumax endgame (duh).

Not to be too greedy but…Jonathan & Hopper scenes…Jonathan & Hopper scenes…🕯️

Jancy matching scars brought up yet again because soulmatism!!

Wheeler siblings scenes with all three of them

Will has powers 🤞

It would be cool if they let Nancy talk about and process her trauma and reckon with how wielding her guns is a way to protect herself from the crushing mental weight of her own guilt and vulnerability and not just like, a !cool girlboss with a gun! thing. They won’t do that probably but I can dream.

[housedeaubemarle]

"In all things, may you shine brightly, mon fils de soleil."

Even in the fever dream to end all fever dreams, I'd like to think Oudine's instincts would reach for her twin - for all his whirlwind, wild youth, he's also been her biggest supporter.

Still incredibly grateful to @usernamedjohn for cosplaying Remont so beautifully - 10/10 for wardrobe choice, perfect for the brother giving his twin sister away <3

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"You'll give me away if I ever actually get married, won't you?"

"Need you ask? Not even another Calamity would keep me away."

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[crossbackpoke-check]

blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)

"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie

[myokk]

the summer before Hogwarts🫶

I wanted to put them together bc I’m sad they’re apart in my other posts 🥹😇

(originals: Sebastian, Anne)

[elephantbitterhead]

I know I like children less than the average person, but adults who describe toddlers or infants as 'my best friend' will always baffle and disturb me.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pictures and things

[lilidawnonthemoon]