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m-jelly · 1 month ago

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Hello jelly! How are you, I've got a request (it has been awhile as I am sick, but here we go) Could you write a one shot about Levi watching his SO, who is the one that helps him through his boughts of insomnia, getting attacked by a titan and losing her leg. How would he help and stuff?

Pain, loss and love.

Levi x fem reader

Canon world, married, angst, fluff, caring Levi, mentions of blood, healing.

Where were you? You had to be around somewhere. The last time Levi had eyes on you was only a few minutes ago, but now you were missing. Panic was setting in. You couldn't have gotten far; there weren't many titans left except for an abnormal.

It then clicked in his head. You were facing that beast alone. Levi trusted you, he believed in your strength but there was a lot of young blood about. He was concerned that others would put you at risk.

Levi flew across the broken village and spotted you ahead. He felt happy just for a moment until everything went wrong. A young kid flew in the way of the titan's jaws. You shoved them out of the way, saving their lives. Horror consumed Levi as he watched the titan launch up and bite down on your leg.

Blood sprayed from you and the titan towards Levi. He flinched a little as the blood hit his cheek. It took a few moments for his brain to process what he saw. Before he knew it, he was screaming your name and flying towards the titan and slicing into it over and over until there was nothing left.

He panted as his senses came back to him, he looked for you again to see you'd managed to escape and you were lying on the roof in pain with the lower half of your left leg missing. He flew over to you as blood oozed out of your torn wound.

You panted and gripped at Levi. "I'm okay. Levi, I'm okay."

He yanked his cape off, tore it up wrapped up your wound and pulled tightly to stop the blood flow. "We need to get you back to base."

You gulped hard. "Am I still pretty?"

Levi welled up as he chuckled. "Stop joking at a time like this."

You reached over and poked his bloodied cheek. "Got you smiling though."

"You did." He scooped you up. "We need to get you back." He flew off with you. "And for the record, I think you're sexy and hot still. I'll make sure you have the best wheelchair as well."

"I know you will."

Levi didn't stop until he got you to safety. He hated having to wait for the medical team to fix your leg. He hated that you had to be in hospital. He hated that he didn't protect you like he promised in his vows. He felt like a mess, like he'd let you down, like he was a bad husband but he knew you'd give him so many kisses and praise him.

"Levi." Erwin walked closer with a smile. "I can see a small smile on your face meaning you're thinking of your wife telling you off, right?"

Levi hummed. "She's too cute for her own good."

"You should clean up. Your wife won't be available for a while."

Levi released a long sigh. "Can't believe someone else has had to tell me to be clean."

"It's understandable, this is your wife we're talking about. The only woman you've ever loved got hurt in front of you. You broke." He patted Levi's shoulder. "A quick shower will do you good."

He did just as Erwin suggested, he washed up and changed into the comfy clothes he knew you loved. He returned to your hospital room and was allowed to sit next to you. He played with his wedding ring as you slept peacefully. The doctors explained you were fine, you were strong and you were impressive. They let him know that once everything was healed you could get a nice wooden prosthetic to help you walk.

"Levi?"

He flinched and looked over at you. "Hey, beautiful."

You giggled when he sat on your bed and began kissing your face. "Hey. You look good."

"Thank you." He held your hands and began kissing your fingers. "You are so stunning, brat."

"Thank you." You winced a little. "I guess no more being a scout, huh?"

"You can still be a scout, brat. You can help with paperwork."

You said your full name. "Slayer of paperwork instead of titans."

He bit your finger. "Deadly."

No matter what you needed, Levi got it for you. He was there every single day. Normally, you helped him with insomnia and soothed him, but since he started taking care of you he didn't need much help he just slept easily because every day and every minute was all about you. Erwin gave him less missions at work so he could dedicate time to you, plus you did paperwork for the scouts and enjoyed the new role.

The big day for you came and Levi was nervous, today you were finally having your finished and perfected wooden prosthetic fitted and checked. While Levi was nervous you were incredibly excited about it all. Levi watched as the doctor talked you through everything, he had to admit he was a bit possessive of you and felt slight irritation when the man touched your thigh a lot as the leg was fitted on. However, Levi behaved because you were so happy and excited.

You grinned at Levi. "How does it look?"

Levi rubbed your back. "Gorgeous like you."

The doctor moved back. "Let me help you walk."

You shook your head. "I want Levi to help." You opened your arms out. "Levi?"

He rushed to stand in front of you. "Yes." He held your arms and pulled you to your feet. "Careful. Nice and slow, okay?"

"Got it."

Levi looked down. "Okay, step forward with your left." He pulled you closer. "Good, now the right."

You breathed a few times before stepping forward. "Ah, I did it!"

"Any pain?"

You shook your head. "No, it's good. It feels weird, but good."

"You want to keep going?"

"Yes." You walked with Levi before the aching started. "I need to stop."

Levi picked you up and took you to your chair. "You did so well."

The doctor smiled and noted on his pad. "Well done. Just keep practising with your husband and you'll be running in no time."

You grinned at him. "Thank you!"

He handed over a letter. "Take these meds to help with the slight pain."

"Got it."

Levi pushed your chair along. "Thank you again." He kept moving and clicked his tongue where you were away from the doctor. "Asshole kept flirting with you."

You giggled. "He was just being nice."

"He touched you a lot."

"Well, you can touch me a lot when we get home to replace his touch."

Levi smiled. "I like that." He leaned and kissed the side of your head. "I love you."

"Love you always."

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lincolndjarin · 2 years ago

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Best Kept Secret

chapter seven : just friends (RE-UPLOAD)

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pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 3.1k

summary : you set some ground rules

warnings, etc. : language, smut, oral sex m!receiving

A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!

Maker it feels like it’s been an hour and you’re both just laying here. He was just inside of you; it shouldn't be so hard to find something to talk about at this point. Yet you can’t think of a single thing to say. So you sit up on your elbows and sigh, hoping he’ll take the hint and speak up but all he does is mimic your movements.

For a guy who was being pretty dominant a little while ago he sure is bad at taking control of the situation.

“Could you, um… maybe grab me a towel from the vanity?” Your voice is still a little hoarse as you gesture to his cum on your stomach. He nods as he stands, tucking himself back into his pants as he grabs you a rag before quickly returning and crouching next to the bed, gently wiping your stomach clean. He carefully reaches up and lays you back down before dragging the rag between your legs eliciting a groan from you as you wince slightly.

“Sorry, I should have gone a little slower…” He throws the rag down before he starts rummaging through his pile of things. That makes you sit up straight, watching him as he pulls out a small canteen, passing it to you. “Drink mesh’la.”

Your heart flutters.

That’s not good.

“Okay. We need to set some ground rules.” You open the canteen and drink down a few sips of water before clearing your throat, handing it back to him. He closes it as he starts reattaching all of his equipment. Making you a little self conscious about your nudity as you wrap the blanket around yourself.

“Rules?” He pulls his cowl back over his helmet as he stands, walking back over to the bed to sit next to you.

You need to put some distance between the two of you. Or at least as much distance is possible while still allowing him to have his way with you.

“ This. ” You gesture at him. “You, calling me those things. You can’t do that, if this is gonna be a thing you cannot do that.”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” He lets out a small chuckle.

You stand up, clutching the sheet around you before going to the dresser to find new pajamas. Turning back around to point at him once you grabbed something.

“If this is going to be a recurring thing then we need to have rules. Now turn around so I can change.” He scoffs but he turns to face the wall as you drop the sheet, pulling the night gown over your head before going to sit back down next to him.

“So this is going to be a recurring thing?” The way he says it with such mock seduction has you rolling your eyes as you reach over to the nightstand for The Smitten Paladin and a pen.

“Not if you keep acting like that.” You open to the back cover and click the pen. “So I propose we come up with some rules.” He nods slowly.

“Okay… what kind of rules?” He sounds a little skeptical as he watches you scrawl on the page.

No Romance.

“Nothing romantic.” You stab the pen down to put a period at the end of it. “This is purely sex so no lovey-dovey stuff.” You hold your hand up in front of the helmet. Your wedding ring shimmering in the lamp light.

“Like the nicknames?” He asks, visor trained on the ring as you lower your hand back down.

“Like the nicknames. We aren’t romantically involved so I don’t want to hear you calling me things like sarad’ika or mesh’whatever. None of that. I’ll allow it during sex but otherwise don’t bother.”

“You’ll allow it? It seemed to me like you really liked it when I called you those things.” He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

You bring the pen down to the page again.

This is Purely Stress Relief.

“Stress relief?” You can practically hear his eyebrows raising.

“Clearly, we’re both a little stressed. You’re busy watching me all day and I’m busy not being sexually satisfied by my husband. Therefore, this little arrangement will provide us both with stress relief. Keep us from being at each other's throats.”

“So what… I’m supposed to just… satisfy your needs every time you get a little cranky?” His hands are taking the book and pen from you now. “You’re making me sound like some kind of prostitute.”

“Do you have a problem with that?” You cock an eyebrow at him and he hesitates.

“No I guess not.” He looks down at the page as he starts writing something, you have to scooch closer to him to see.

the helmet stays on

He turns to look at you almost for approval, watching as you frown slightly.

“What if I close my eyes?” You say hopefully, nudging his shoulder.

“It doesn’t work like that princess.” His raspy chuckle falling from the filter. “If you accidentally opened them I would never be able to forgive myself for taking it off in the first place.”

“Hmm… What if you cover my eyes with something? Or if it’s really dark?” You give him your best pleading eyes in an attempt to sway him and he sighs as he starts writing again.

the helmet might come off at MANDO’S DISCRETION

Good enough.

“Put down no kissing.” You point to the page.

“No kissing?” Maker, you wish he sounded less disappointed.

“No kissing. It’s too intimate.”

“I was inside you.” He tilts the helmet down to glare at you through the steel. You point at the second rule.

“That was for stress relief. No kissing, we aren’t a couple. We’re just…”

Shit what are you? He had said you weren’t friends but also you had been arguing… obviously you weren’t together, you were married. And you weren’t attracted to him like that. He’s an asshole, he just so happens to be really good at sex and always around. A convenience.

“We’re just friends.” He says slowly as if sensing your distress.

“Exactly. Friends with benefits.”

“Okay.” He looks back down as he writes.

no kissing

if you say stop, i stop

He hands you the book back to look it over, you nod, taking the pen from him as well.

“Obviously the same goes for you.” You say, pointing at number six.

“I won’t ever tell you too.”

Your face is getting hot.

“Well if you do I’ll stop.” You have to think for a moment before writing the next rule.

Don’t Finish Inside Me.

“Obviously.” He laughs as he looks from the page up to you.

“Not worth the risk. Especially since this is a casual thing.” You add before writing again.

No Sleeping Over.

You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you trying to kick me out?” You can hear his grin.

“No. Just a little warning though that you won’t be spending the night. It probably wouldn’t be a good look if Elaine and Lysa walk in in the morning and you’re lying next to me.”

“Smart.”

“Which leads me to my next point.” You point down to the book with the pen before writing.

Nobody Knows.

“Everything I said is true. If we were to get caught the consequences would be catastrophic.” You change your tone to that of a much more serious one as you tap the page carefully.

“Of course. It’s our little secret.”

“Exactly.” You close the book. “I think that’s everything.” He takes the book back from you and scrawls one last thing.

don’t fall in love with me

You have a hard time holding back a laugh.

“You’re certainly confident in yourself.”

“I’m irresistible, princess. It’s bound to happen eventually.” His grip on your waist tightens.

“Trust me. We don’t have to worry about that.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m just saying it’s a possibility. It could happen, and when it does I’ll have to leave for good.”

“You’re hilarious.”

What does he mean by that? That he’ll have to leave? You want to ask but he’s already speaking again.

“Just friends.” He holds his hand out for a handshake and you grab it, giving him one firm shake.

“Just friends.”

This might actually work. You open the book one last time as the two of you look over the list.

No Romance.

This is Purely Stress Relief.

the helmet stays on

the helmet might come off at MANDO’S DISCRETION

no kissing

if you say stop, i stop

Don’t Finish Inside Me.

No Sleeping Over.

Nobody Knows.

don’t fall in love with me

This is easy, you can do this. You can have your cake and eat it too. You get to stay friends with him, stay married, and have your needs met. It’s the perfect plan.

His fingers are playing with the hem of your nightie.

“So… should I leave now? Or is there anything else you want to do?”

Should he leave? Yes. Do you want him to leave? No. Now that you know what you’ve been missing out on it’s harder than you thought it’d be to not want more. It looks like he’s already starting to get hard again and it makes your mouth water.

“Well, you seem like you’re still a little stressed. And according to the rules I should probably fix that.” You’re playing with the belt that goes across his chest as you say it.

“That is true, we wouldn’t want to break the rules so soon.” His hand starts sliding up your thigh but you gently push it away as you move to kneel in front of the bed between his legs. For once he doesn’t have something snarky to say as the helmet follows you. If you’d known it would be this simple to shut him up you’d have gotten on your knees ages ago. Your fingers play with the zipper of his pants as you rest your elbows on the Beskar covering his thighs. He’s still silent as you smile as innocently as possible.

You want to tease him. Show him that you can be in charge just as much as he can. Also you want to know what he tastes like but that’s besides the point.

“You know tomorrow is the first day of the week. Which means you have to take me somewhere… why don’t you tell me about that?” You run a finger over the straining fabric of his flight suit drawing a small breath from him.

“Etyc girl.” He murmurs as he brushes your hair back a bit, away from your face. You should really start trying to remember everything he says so you can ask him about it later. “I thought I’d let you choose.” He keeps his hand on your face, rubbing circles against your cheek with his thumb.

“Mhmm. What are my options?” You hum softly as you tug ever so gently at his zipper, watching with wide eyes as his cock springs free and slaps against his stomach. It’s even bigger and more intimidating when you’re this close to it. You reach your hand towards it but stop a few inches shy, looking up at him, waiting for him to continue.

“Well… there’s a market in the city, that’s very well known, I thought you might like to shop for yourse-” He sucks in a sharp inhale as you lightly scrape your fingernails across the underside of his shaft, watching intently at how the Beskar tilts upwards slightly. You can’t bite back the smirk on your face as you wrap your fingers around the base of him. Maker your hand doesn’t even fully close around his girth.

“That sounds nice, what’s my other choice?” You don’t stroke him, you just trace a vein with your thumb, that has him leaning back on his elbows as he gasps.

“Maker- there’s a library in the- in the city.” He stutters out as you sit up on your knees so you can let a trail of spit fall onto the weeping head of his cock, watching as it mixes with his pre-cum as you swipe your thumb over his slit, lazily stroking him. You hum again in approval.

“How about we go to the market this week and the library next week? Would that be okay Mando?” He’s managed to prop himself up more as he pants, watching you.

“Sure thing princess.” He mumbles.

Stars he’s a sight. Leaned back like this, breathless. His thighs are tense under your hands as you bring them down slightly before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on the prominent vein on the underside of his length drawing a breathy groan from him.

You’ve barely even started and he’s like this. It’s exhilarating to know you have the same effect on him that he has on you.

“Why don’t you tell me all about the markets while I do this?” You look up at him with big doe eyes, unable to hold back the smug grin.

“You’re an evil woman.” He says under his breath.

“Oh come on, this can’t be any worse than what you did to me.”

“Be careful princess or I’ll bend you over right there on the floor and show you just how bad it can b- fuck…” Halfway through his sentence you started leisurely dragging your tongue up his length, effectively shutting him up. You pull back slightly.

“Tell me about the markets Mando.”

“If you wanna play this game just know I’m gonna repay the favor at some point.” His voice is low and stern, you simply nod, scraping your fingernails delicately up his shaft again.

“I look forward to it. Now start talking or you’re gonna be playing this game by yourself back at your cabin.” You pepper a few kisses at his base as you wait for him to respond.

“Okay sarad’ika… They’re big, they take up nearly three whole streets.” His voice is low and one of his hands is caressing your face again. You take the opportunity to bite the fingertips of his glove so you can tear it off. He chuckles as he tangles his fingers in your hair as you start working your way up, starting at his base with kisses and small licks as you take your time. Hearing his breath quicken. “They um… they’re one of the largest markets in this system, they say you can’t walk the whole thing in a day.”

“What else?” You know he can feel your breath against the head of his cock as you speak because he shivers ever so slightly.

“They have everything you might be l-looking for… most of the stands change at night, we’ll have to go a different day after sunset so you- so you can see it all.” He barely seems to be getting through it all as you finally take him in your mouth, swirling your tongue across his tip. Your jaw is already starting to ache so you start to work your way down, hoping to finish him off relatively quickly. Based on the way his grip tightens in your hair you doubt it will take long. You hollow your cheeks ever so slightly.

Maker the groan he lets out. None of your books could write a groan like that.

You continue to work him into your mouth, gagging quietly every once in a while as you listen to the gasps and moans that slip out of the modulator, after he goes a minute or so without speaking you pull off of him, letting your teeth drag against him briefly. He hisses loudly and his grip in your hair tightens.

“Gedet’ye mesh’la…” His voice is hoarse as he sits up. You tut quietly.

“I don’t know what that means.” You say mockingly as you bring one of your hands up to cup his balls.

“Fuck… don’t chayaikir .” He growls.

“Ask nicely.” You’re practically whispering it against his shaft as you press another kiss against his cock.

“Don’t test me princess.” You can feel the burn against your scalp as he tugs you closer. It doesn’t faze you all that much as you continue staring up into the visor.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to learn manners.” You can practically hear his teeth grinding as you gently squeeze him at the base, just hard enough to make him grunt.

“Fine princess, you win. Please...” It’s barely a whisper but it’s all you wanted to hear so you happily take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, unable to take him entirely without choking so you use your hand to jerk off the rest of him. It doesn’t take much longer before he’s thrusting his hips up into your mouth. “Right there sarad, fuck, I’m close ad’ika, doing bid pirusti… dirty girl.” After a few minutes of messy thrusts he finishes and you feel the warmth spreading down your throat. You keep sucking, until he pulls you off, a line of drool going from his length to your swollen bottom lip. He’s laying back, chest heaving as you wipe the drool from your chin and swallow anything remaining in your mouth. He tastes like salt, metal, and something sweet you can’t place. You stand up and sit next to him, rubbing soothing patterns against the break in his armor at the side of his abdomen.

“You deserved that.” You mumble with a grin. The helmet turns to face you.

“Remember that you said that next time you’re whining underneath me.” He’s still a bit breathless as he sits up.

“Sure thing.” You beam at him.

It’s quiet, almost peaceful as he zips his pants back up and the two of you just sit with each other. You want to lean your head on his shoulder but you’re pretty sure that would be breaking the rules so you resist.

“You should probably go.” You whisper. You manage to keep your tone neutral.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Okay.” He stands and just like that he’s walking to the door.

“Good night Mando.” You sigh as you turn to say goodbye.

“Dress light tomorrow. It’s gonna be hot out in the city.” His tone is gentle as he opens the door and leaves.

You stand and walk yourself to the closet, collapsing in an exhausted heap onto the blankets.

As you struggle to get comfortable there’s a dull ache in your chest that reminds you of how you felt the first few days on Naboo when you were longing for the company of your family.

You ignore it.

It’s normal for people to miss their friends.

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wooahaes · 1 year ago

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this love is full of fairy tales

pairing: non-idol!felix x fem!reader

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship au. engaged au.

warnings: food. talks of marriage. vague mentions about having kids in the distant future. felix and reader being dorks in love.

word count: 1.8k~

daisy's notes: kinda reflected on some personal stuff while writing this one oopsie!! its not in the fic tho dw

As cheesy as it probably sounded, Felix loved the fact that you spoke with your hands a lot. Right now, it meant your engagement ring would catch the light every so often, and he could quietly smile to himself with a giddy joy that he was getting to marry you one day. The fact that this restaurant had intimate lighting only made the experience better in his eyes.

The waitress had been politely chatting with you as she prepared a pot of cheese fondue for the two of you, talking animatedly about her own husband once you revealed that the two of you were engaged. She had her own wedding stories to share, and advice to impart on the two of you in order to ensure a happy day. Felix just kept looking at you, smiling to himself at how pretty you looked in the low light. When he told you where the two of you were going, you’d dressed up with glee over the fact you had an excuse to look nice. Most of the time, the two of you went to casual places—or a place where the most ‘dressy’ you had to get was maybe a nice shirt and pants. This place was expensive and filling (the best of both worlds, in his opinion) and he knew you loved it from a prior visit a while ago… So why not?

The waitress left soon enough, and the two of you began to dive into the cheese course. Felix offered you a piece of bread from his own fork, watching the way you pulled it off with your teeth after a moment. “So…”

You looked up, hand cupped over your mouth as you chewed. “Mm?”

“We’ve talked about it before, but since you brought up the wedding…” He absentmindedly picked at food for a moment. “I was wondering how dress shopping has been going.”

“Ugh.” You frowned a little for a moment. “I mean—I like the dresses. But… I dunno. There’s so many, and some of them don’t look good on me when they look great on other people, and…” You trailed off for a moment, frowning. “Sometimes I just kinda wish you were there with me.”

“Do you want me to be?”

Pressing your lips together, you nodded. “At least to help me narrow it down. If it’s important to you, I won’t show you the final dress… But I’d feel better if I had you there to help me narrow things down.”

He reached out just to take your hand, kissing your knuckles before letting it go. “Then I’ll be there.” He paused for just a second, “Oh! Seungmin said he’d take our engagement photos. I figured we’d get someone else to do the actual wedding, but—”

“No, that’s great,” you beamed. “As long as he doesn’t mind.”

The two of you kept talking casually, both about the wedding and about other day-to-day things. Yet Felix’s mind kept going back to the day he proposed to you. He’d been talking to so many people about it. To his parents, who told him to follow his heart. Getting married around your mid-twenties wasn’t a bad thing at all, even if it did feel young at times: the two of you still had plenty of time to do other things if that was what you wanted (which Felix later realized was their subtle way of saying that there was no race for the two of you to have kids right away). He’d talked to his sisters about it, and they’d teased him but basically told him the same thing. Eventually, he had lunch with Chris and talked to him about it… followed by the two of them going to look for rings. Felix had your ring size written down, after all, and who else to help him pick something than the person right there with him.

“I think she’ll like whatever you pick for her,” Chris had said to him while standing over glass cases, staring down at different designs.

He nodded along. Felix had known for years that you weren’t picky with jewelry, aside from preferring silver over gold. Yet he couldn’t ignore the way his heart seemed to race in his chest, the realization that this was real having set in. He was going to propose. The two of you had talked about marriage again months ago, and you’d basically said you could see yourself getting married to him. Whether that be sooner or later, you were fine with either… and something in his heart said soon. If he was going to spend his life with you like he wanted to, then why wait? No one said he had to marry you immediately, either. If the two of you wanted to have a long engagement, then you could do that. He stopped when he saw this small ring that had tiny diamonds along the sides of it, alternating in this leaf-line pattern, with one slightly larger gem in the middle of it. It made him think of fairy tales, if he were honest. Dreamy. Romantic. Things that he associated with you for so many reasons.

Chris came up beside him, looking down at it. “This one?” He pointed, just to be sure he was following Felix’s line of sight correctly. “I think she’d love that one, actually.”

Every day, Felix was glad the two of you had separate accounts for things like this. One joint one for things like bills and shared expenses, but he liked knowing he could surprise you easily by dipping into his own account. The ring practically burned a hole in his pocket for weeks as he tried to plan out the best way to propose to you. He knew he was going to get at least one or two of his friends to record it happening, just so the two of you would have that memory together. He’d thought about proposing at a nice restaurant, much like the one the two of you were in now…

“Felix?” You called out, and then giggled when he came back to reality. “Hi, sunshine. Everything okay?”

It was. With you in it, it always would be. “Yeah,” he said. “Just thinking.”

“Oh?” Your voice held a playful lift to it, and he wished he could kiss that smile now. “You wanna share?”

You would tease him if you knew. So he shook his head, changing the topic to how work had been treating you lately. Things had been rough before, and you seemed happier, so…

And then he let himself drift back into that memory. The two of you had gone on a picnic together by the river. One minute, the two of you were in deep conversation… and the next he’d been texted that Seungmin was in place and ready to record as soon as Felix took you down to the river. It’d been easy enough to get you to come with him (and Felix glanced back to see Jeongin had sat down at the picnic spot once the two of you were gone, just to protect it while Seungmin tailed you), talking about the early days of your relationship. You had been so shy with him, but that was okay. He had been shy, too. He didn’t want to mess anything up with you.

And then he turned to you. “I really love you, you know?”

It earned a giggle from you. “I love you, too, you dork.” You drew him in for a quick kiss. “You’re sentimental tonight, huh?”

He had a speech planned. He had so much he wanted to say to you. And then he teared up, pulse racing as he reached up to wipe his eyes.

“Lixie?”

“I’m fine!” He said, “I just—” Fuck it. He took a deep breath and then got down on one knee, pulling out the box. “I was going to say so, so much more, but… I think I should just ask you already.”

You ended up crying, too. But you said that one magic word when he asked, and he slipped the ring on your finger. You gushed over it for so long, and ended up taking him to a store to have him pick out his own ring.

“It’s only fair, you know,” you had said to him, looking into the cases. “You should show something off, too.”

Even tonight, he noticed the way you kept noticing how his own ring would shine in the light. He cared for it so carefully, never taking it off for long unless he was polishing it. It was a gift from you, after all: he always took care of the things you’d get for him, regardless of how big or small they were. He noticed your own subtle smiles over it, too.

“Hey,” Felix said at one point. The cheese course had been cleaned up, and the two of you were enjoying your salads. “I know this is kind of random, but… I’m really glad I met you in this life.”

Your gaze softened so much as you watched him. “Oh… Felix.” Your foot brushed against his calf, a safer way to let him know you were listening instead of your usual way of taking his hand considering the built-in cooktop between you was still hot from the cheese. “I’m really glad, too.” Then your nose scrunched as you giggled. “God, it feels like you’re going to propose to me again.”

“Maybe I will.” He smiled at you, turning a fork between his fingers. “If they didn’t already know… We could have probably gotten something for free.”

It earned another giggle from you, one that he never wanted to stop hearing. He’d trade everything if it meant he could keep you as happy as he could for the rest of your lives. “I’ll stop bragging, then.”

“No, don’t.” He rested his head in one hand, just to admire you for a moment. “I don’t think I could, so… It wouldn’t be fair.”

“Do you brag about me?”

You were teasing him, but he’d always be honest. “I do,” he said with this soft smile. “It’s kind of hard not to.”

You sputtered for a moment, face growing hot, and immediately went to take a long sip of your drink. The two of you had been together for so long, and still he found ways to mess with you like this. “Yeah,” you said after you’d composed yourself. “Uh. Ditto.”

He snorted a little. “Ditto?”

“Don’t poke fun at me!” You pouted at him. “You know being sweet like that scrambles my brain.”

Felix just smiled, stabbing his fork into another piece of his salad. “I think it’s my job now to poke fun at you,” he said. “You’ll do the same, though. I know you.”

Again, your foot brushed against his calf. “Yeah… You do.” You relaxed once more. “And I will.”He wouldn’t trade it for anything else. Especially if it meant he could kiss you at the end of each birthday, mumbling a soft “Happy birthday, my star,” against your lips.

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burnout ; jw

john wick / reader 672 words ; angst other tags: mutual pining, right person wrong time, john and reader are in their 30s <3 pls do not repost!!

It shouldn’t be like this, John thinks to himself, feeling sick to the stomach. Still, he keeps his expression pleasant. He is your friend. He should be happy. He should be supportive. You look radiant.

“He proposed last Friday,” you grin, holding your hand out to show him the ring. It’s not ugly, but John would’ve chosen something different. It just doesn’t capture your personality, but he keeps his thoughts to himself. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn’t want to do it over the phone since it’s pretty big news.”

You stare at the ring with a small smile in your face, but John can tell that you’re lost in thought. The unreadable look in your eyes is the only thing that pushes him to ask. “Are you happy?” He says carefully. You blink in surprise, the strange look in your eyes giving way to confusion.

“Are you happy?” John repeats, and the smile in your face falters.

“What do you mean?” You laugh lightly, but he doesn’t buy it. “I’ve just gotten engaged, John. Of course I am.”

The noise from the rest of the coffee shop seems to disappear as he looks into your eyes, searching. You look put-together, like you always are, but there is a weariness in your posture. You alternate between fidgeting with your mug and your ring, and your smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Suddenly, that look in your eyes isn’t as unreadable as he thought.

“You look unsure,” he says softly.

“I look tired,” you correct. “I couldn’t sleep last night. I was working through some stuff.”

Another lie. John decides to let it slide this once. “So when’s the wedding?” He changes the topic, and your posture relaxes marginally.

“Matt wants it to be a summer wedding, somewhere with a beach, maybe?” You say brightly, and John already knows you’re overcompensating. “I wanted it to be in either spring or—”

“Fall,” John finishes, taking a sip of his coffee. “I thought you hated the idea of a summer wedding, much less one at a beach. What changed?”

“Well, Matt really likes the idea, so I guess it’s not that bad?” You shrug, and John can feel his free hand clench underneath the table.

“You don’t seem that excited,” he points out, and you grimace. It tells him what he needs to know.

He wants to grab your shoulders and shake you so you can come to your senses. He wants to tell you that it should be him instead. He wants.

Instead, John reminds himself of his reality: he is an assassin and you are a civilian. Being with him is a death sentence, and this is the best possible situation he could ask for. You are safe and away from him, with someone to care for you. John can keep tabs on you from afar, and everyone is happy.

That is the lie John must tell himself.

“For what it’s worth, congratulations,” he says sincerely. “I wish you two the best.”

For a moment, nothing is said. The two of you lock eyes, and his heart lurches at the way his own yearning is mirrored in your eyes. He toys with the idea of being the one to marry you instead—to be standing by the altar with you by his side, to exchange rings and vows with you, to spend the rest of his life with you. He considers confessing now, considers telling you how much he loves you so he can whisk you away from that idiot who can’t be bothered to learn what you like.

The moment passes.

“Thank you, John.” Your voice is warm but resolute. He knows—you know—that this is the end.

It should have been me, John thinks to himself. It could have been me.

The sunlight catches on your ring, and John rips out the seedling of hope you had planted in his heart. When the two of you part ways, he leaves his dreams of a quiet life with you.

hello!!! first jw fic here hehe hope you guys enjoy!! this is actually the alternate ending of a much larger fic i'm currently writing, so if you liked this, maybe keep an eye out for that one <3 i'll be crossposting this on ao3 as well.

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luckbealincoln · 2 years ago

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Best Kept Secret

chapter seven : just friends

THIS SERIES HAS BEEN MOVED AND RE-UPLOADED TO ANOTHER ACCOUNT. WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE. THIS POST STILL EXISTS AS AN ARCHIVE BUT THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE!!

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 3.1k

summary : you set some ground rules

warnings, etc. : language, smut, oral sex m!receiving

For a guy who was being pretty dominant a little while ago he sure is bad at taking control of the situation.

Your heart flutters.

That’s not good.

“Rules?” He pulls his cowl back over his helmet as he stands, walking back over to the bed to sit next to you.

You need to put some distance between the two of you. Or at least as much distance is possible while still allowing him to have his way with you.

“ This. ” You gesture at him. “You, calling me those things. You can’t do that, if this is gonna be a thing you cannot do that.”

“I’m not sure what you mean?” He lets out a small chuckle.

You stand up, clutching the sheet around you before going to the dresser to find new pajamas. Turning back around to point at him once you grabbed something.

“So this is going to be a recurring thing?” The way he says it with such mock seduction has you rolling your eyes as you reach over to the nightstand for The Smitten Paladin and a pen.

“Not if you keep acting like that.” You open to the back cover and click the pen. “So I propose we come up with some rules.” He nods slowly.

“Okay… what kind of rules?” He sounds a little skeptical as he watches you scrawl on the page.

No Romance.

“Like the nicknames?” He asks, visor trained on the ring as you lower your hand back down.

“You’ll allow it? It seemed to me like you really liked it when I called you those things.” He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

You bring the pen down to the page again.

This is Purely Stress Relief.

“Stress relief?” You can practically hear his eyebrows raising.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You cock an eyebrow at him and he hesitates.

“No I guess not.” He looks down at the page as he starts writing something, you have to scooch closer to him to see.

the helmet stays on

He turns to look at you almost for approval, watching as you frown slightly.

“What if I close my eyes?” You say hopefully, nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm… What if you cover my eyes with something? Or if it’s really dark?” You give him your best pleading eyes in an attempt to sway him and he sighs as he starts writing again.

the helmet might come off at MANDO’S DISCRETION

Good enough.

“Put down no kissing.” You point to the page.

“No kissing?” Maker, you wish he sounded less disappointed.

“No kissing. It’s too intimate.”

“I was inside you.” He tilts the helmet down to glare at you through the steel. You point at the second rule.

“That was for stress relief. No kissing, we aren’t a couple. We’re just…”

“We’re just friends.” He says slowly as if sensing your distress.

“Exactly. Friends with benefits.”

“Okay.” He looks back down as he writes.

no kissing

if you say stop, i stop

He hands you the book back to look it over, you nod, taking the pen from him as well.

“Obviously the same goes for you.” You say, pointing at number six.

“I won’t ever tell you too.”

Your face is getting hot.

“Well if you do I’ll stop.” You have to think for a moment before writing the next rule.

Don’t Finish Inside Me.

“Obviously.” He laughs as he looks from the page up to you.

“Not worth the risk. Especially since this is a casual thing.” You add before writing again.

No Sleeping Over.

You raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for a reaction.

“Are you trying to kick me out?” You can hear his grin.

“No. Just a little warning though that you won’t be spending the night. It probably wouldn’t be a good look if Elaine and Lysa walk in in the morning and you’re lying next to me.”

“Smart.”

“Which leads me to my next point.” You point down to the book with the pen before writing.

Nobody Knows.

“Everything I said is true. If we were to get caught the consequences would be catastrophic.” You change your tone to that of a much more serious one as you tap the page carefully.

“Of course. It’s our little secret.”

“Exactly.” You close the book. “I think that’s everything.” He takes the book back from you and scrawls one last thing.

don’t fall in love with me

You have a hard time holding back a laugh.

“You’re certainly confident in yourself.”

“I’m irresistible, princess. It’s bound to happen eventually.” His grip on your waist tightens.

“Trust me. We don’t have to worry about that.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m just saying it’s a possibility. It could happen, and when it does I’ll have to leave for good.”

“You’re hilarious.”

What does he mean by that? That he’ll have to leave? You want to ask but he’s already speaking again.

“Just friends.” He holds his hand out for a handshake and you grab it, giving him one firm shake.

“Just friends.”

This might actually work. You open the book one last time as the two of you look over the list.

No Romance.

This is Purely Stress Relief.

the helmet stays on

the helmet might come off at MANDO’S DISCRETION

no kissing

if you say stop, i stop

Don’t Finish Inside Me.

No Sleeping Over.

Nobody Knows.

don’t fall in love with me

This is easy, you can do this. You can have your cake and eat it too. You get to stay friends with him, stay married, and have your needs met. It’s the perfect plan.

His fingers are playing with the hem of your nightie.

“So… should I leave now? Or is there anything else you want to do?”

“Well, you seem like you’re still a little stressed. And according to the rules I should probably fix that.” You’re playing with the belt that goes across his chest as you say it.

You want to tease him. Show him that you can be in charge just as much as he can. Also you want to know what he tastes like but that’s besides the point.

“That sounds nice, what’s my other choice?” You don’t stroke him, you just trace a vein with your thumb, that has him leaning back on his elbows as he gasps.

“How about we go to the market this week and the library next week? Would that be okay Mando?” He’s managed to prop himself up more as he pants, watching you.

“Sure thing princess.” He mumbles.

You’ve barely even started and he’s like this. It’s exhilarating to know you have the same effect on him that he has on you.

“Why don’t you tell me all about the markets while I do this?” You look up at him with big doe eyes, unable to hold back the smug grin.

“You’re an evil woman.” He says under his breath.

“Oh come on, this can’t be any worse than what you did to me.”

“Tell me about the markets Mando.”

“If you wanna play this game just know I’m gonna repay the favor at some point.” His voice is low and stern, you simply nod, scraping your fingernails delicately up his shaft again.

“I look forward to it. Now start talking or you’re gonna be playing this game by yourself back at your cabin.” You pepper a few kisses at his base as you wait for him to respond.

“What else?” You know he can feel your breath against the head of his cock as you speak because he shivers ever so slightly.

Maker the groan he lets out. None of your books could write a groan like that.

“Gedet’ye mesh’la…” His voice is hoarse as he sits up. You tut quietly.

“I don’t know what that means.” You say mockingly as you bring one of your hands up to cup his balls.

“Fuck… don’t chayaikir .” He growls.

“Ask nicely.” You’re practically whispering it against his shaft as you press another kiss against his cock.

“Don’t test me princess.” You can feel the burn against your scalp as he tugs you closer. It doesn’t faze you all that much as you continue staring up into the visor.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needs to learn manners.” You can practically hear his teeth grinding as you gently squeeze him at the base, just hard enough to make him grunt.

“You deserved that.” You mumble with a grin. The helmet turns to face you.

“Remember that you said that next time you’re whining underneath me.” He’s still a bit breathless as he sits up.

“Sure thing.” You beam at him.

“You should probably go.” You whisper. You manage to keep your tone neutral.

There’s a beat of silence.

“Okay.” He stands and just like that he’s walking to the door.

“Good night Mando.” You sigh as you turn to say goodbye.

“Dress light tomorrow. It’s gonna be hot out in the city.” His tone is gentle as he opens the door and leaves.

You stand and walk yourself to the closet, collapsing in an exhausted heap onto the blankets.

As you struggle to get comfortable there’s a dull ache in your chest that reminds you of how you felt the first few days on Naboo when you were longing for the company of your family.

You ignore it.

It’s normal for people to miss their friends.

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queerfables · 1 year ago

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911 season 6 liveblog part 3

6x12

I love this scene with Wendall carefully pulling down Bobby's walls. I'm keen to see more Bobby content (tbh every character they ever focus on I'm like "Yeah! More of this please!" because they have great characters and always nail the character driven stuff

Oh shit Wendall checked himself in to try and help the people in there? Oh no

Buckley siblings taking care of each other T_T

Lmfao @ Josh being like "did I get my time wrong?"

Oh no cute Buck is hiding from Maddie's check ups at Eddie's

AND THEN HE IMMEDIATELY FALLS ASLEEP THAT'S SO CUTE

Jesus this is an extremely fucked frame up job

Is it bad that I feel a lot more chill about Bobby being arrested than I might otherwise on account of he's married to a cop?

Aw, Buck is fucked up about almost dying. Hugs for him.

6x13

Buck got maths superpowers? That's hilarious and amazing

Yeah so this is why you can't help kids lie to their parents

But it's kind of fair of Denny to be upset when he was just in a car accident and his dad is in surgery. This is was maybe not the right way to approach that conversation.

Oh God I hope this lady who lied about being Maddie and Chimney's neighbour isn't going to try and take Jee-Yun

Are Buck and Eddie on a date??

Why are they all dressed up together this is so cute

Buck is suddenly a poker genius this is fun

Oh Eddie is so into it

Karen giving voice to my exact thoughts, Nathaniel should have told them!!

Okay this is getting ridiculous are they not allowed to say the word vibrator on network TV or something?

Buck do NOT call women you haven't spoken to in years to ask them if they were sexually satisfied for fucks sake

I would love to hear what Taylor has to say though she would be so mean about it

6x14

Chimney trying to get back on track to his Guiding Light speech about Bobby xD

Robbie!!

Jesus Christ I knew something bad was going to happen to productivity obsessed boss but I still was not prepared for how awful it was gonna be

Nobody but Athena could make citing legalese sound so dramatic and moving

Lmfao "how about this book?" and the tiny child shaking her head dramatically

Aw Bobby sent Chimney to the academy to get Robbie back that's soft

6x15

Wait are they trying to resuscitate the corpse

Oh I see she's not dead

A living funeral. Huh.

Awww Buck is hitting it off with the end of life doula

I wonder if Maddie and Chimney are being audited because they filed taxes as individuals but they're actually a defacto couple

For fucks sake what happened to no info they don't ask for. Guys come on.

Omg did Athena's collar fake his death??? Amazing

There is no way it can by true that getting married has such a major impact on your taxes. Where I live, there isn't really a difference between marriage and defacto relationships. Can that be true??? America is bizarre

I am rapidly catching up on this show and I'm not sure if I'm ready for that

6x16

Hen and Chimney got arrested?? Lmfao!!!

Lmfao everyone is planning the wedding even before Chimney proposes

Watch that child with the ring please

"You guys realise you're just pitching potential calls right?"

Oh no Hen and Buck are on opposite sides of the should Chimney propose question that's bad

Lol one of these characters of the week randomly has the exact first and last name as an ex boyfriend of mine

I bet the kid is at the book shop

Oh I get why Hen and Chimney were arrested now.

Lmfao of course it's gone

I'm pretty sure Jee has the ring and that Maddie is gonna find it and propose to him because that would be so cute

Oh Hen you're so worried about him

This was probably not the way to tell him though

LMFAO Athena stopping Chimney from saying her name so she doesn't have to arrest him for real

Little Jee's cute babbles as she wanders around

"Tiger tiger tiger!" "Is that a carrot?" So true.

#911 abc

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streep-mulgrew-anderson · 4 months ago

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2024

Okay, so I wasn’t going to do one of these but here we go

And before you begin reading this nonsense, don’t take life and all this crap I’ve written too seriously.

January

Well… my new year started off great and then came crashing down within a week and a half thanks to anxiety, a boy and being played. Gillian slayed the start of the year at the golden globes wearing vaginas. Absolutely loved it. Wish she would call Peter the love of her life again and actually give him some attention because I’m low key down for it. Peter… marry that girl plssssss. Gillian, it’s okay, I don’t hate him that much anymore.

Gillian was cast in Tron: Ares. Unexpected but really looking forward to something totally new for her. Love that it is filming in Vancouver too. I have so much love for all the cities I travelled to last year.

Hopefully promo content for Scoop ( i think the name has changed?) and the salt path should be dropping soon.

Constellation Content Ltd is no more which is a bit sad because I was looking forward to that. I’d also say that that Netflix deal is done as well. Not sure what went wrong but you know.

February

I’m so keen for this month. As a swiftie it’s a big one for me and there are a couple of other stuff happening. On a side note. Taylor’s dropping a new album in April and she has never not released an album that’s been relevant to my life at that time so hit me with your worse Taylor!

Photos from Scoop dropped. It’s looking not that bad. Wish they had given us a date too. Which they did with a trailer about a week later.

I turned 26 and yeah that’s all I have to say on that.

Taylor and Travis took over the world, and yes that is my news obsession.

And whilst I was slowly becoming hypomanic thanks to a boy and Tay Tay, Gillian was cast in The Diamond Eye (December me is like wtf is this and is it still happening?). Love how booked and busy she is.

G went the BAFTAs and slayed. She really isn’t putting a foot wrong with her fits lately and I’m all here for it. But who is the guy she was with?? I’m mean sure it could just be a friend because she is supposed to be back with Peter but he is kinda cute and a little bit her type. And then like as if Gillian heard me, his name is Jeremy and he is one of her agents and I’ll just move on.

Gillian hit 3 million followers on Instagram and did a little dance to celebrate

Gillian’s book is going to be called Want and has a release date of September 5

And everything I wanted to happen on a personal level this month didn’t happen. In fact pretty much the opposite of what I wanted but anyway moving on

March

March saw a new cover story and G hanging out with Kate Winslet

Press for scoop started

Gillian is back doing cover stories and David’s filming in London. He has already said in an interview that he is going to see her, just hope she posts it!!!!! (December me is laughing so hard at what we actually got)

Interestingly, Gillian said to the observer that she has a partner but refused to name him… GILLIAN!!! Whyyyyyy. No one cares anymore and we are happy for you. It’s kinda of a red flag that she won’t say she’s dating Peter but will say she’s dating someone.

Um and also that two year Netflix deal? Well I guess we can say good bye to that.

Scoop had its London premiere. I was clowning that David would turn up. And I don’t know what’s going on but yet again Gillian is glowing!!!! Like recently she has really hit the mark and seems like herself again.

Also, that thumb ring…. It’s got to be significant right? It kinda looks like a male wedding ring…

She’s is also back in her eye liner era which I love

But back to that other thing, PM didn’t go to the premiere which is like a little strange. He has gone to others of hers and she’s always done to support him so are they done again???

April

Gillian’s April started off in New York. God, I miss that city and wish I had spent more time there. But remember David I’m pretty sure is in London. She really should have posted the receipts on April fools Day. But anyway.

G said she was actually interested in the x files reboot which is interesting. It very much aligns with what DD says on the matter and goes to show I think she might have beef with CC. I think it would be cool if her and DD came on as produces/writers/directors with maybe a cameo so that they are seen as protecting the brand.

Surprisingly, her late-night interview was actually good. She’s always hit or miss during interviews, especially when she’s done breakfast and late night on the same day.

The New York press stuff for Scoop was really jammed packed though. Really feels like aiming for award season. And like how many different outfits did she pack??

She also said Salt Path will be out at the end of the year, loving that it’s aimed for award season. A bts of her putting up a tent was ?leaked ( I say that because I can’t find a source). She also said she dyed her hair red recently. Now I did think it looked a little bit more red. I think that it was a washout and was for Tron

Then! Scoop came out!! I enjoyed it. I expected more screen time from Gillian but I don’t think I realised till just before it came out that it wasn’t from her pov. But it was still done well. I definitely understand all the press on how it began all about Emily instead of the team behind it which is exactly what happens in the movie and almost with the press for the movie.

After all the nothing of last year, it’s so good to have so much content

But unfortunately, after actually managing to stay on top of all the scoop press (thanks to being on annual leave) where I live experienced major flooding and so did my car. I knew this was going to happen but I stupidly was like nah she’ll be right only to wake up (look, thanks to Gillian posting something hourly and the heavy rain full I don’t think I actually slept) to water being up to the seat level in my car and I don’t have a small car. So that’s great. Yeah for having to buy a new car. That’s fine. It is what it is but I’ve got this big trip planned for London summer of next year the F1 and the tennis ain’t cheap.

And we are only one week into April

Gillian has been so active on social media which has been great but we know what she’s like. There is definitely a holiday impending before she goes to Canada to film which means a whole lot of nothing coming up.

Gillian then legit took over Netflix. Like they only posted her on what they declared for National Gillian Anderson Day and put in their bio Netflix and Gill

Gillian did an interview where she address some of her most popular Google searches. Was interesting. David’s name came up and sorry David but Gillian said no 😂not really surprised but glad she talked about it. and she did an ad for Sofitel with some serious Stella vibes going on.

Peter dropped a quote that I actually really love; “We’re just two old people trying to be in love,”. Gill, why can’t you say the sameeeeeeee. I’m so becoming more and more okay with these two and how i think they are doing their relationship right this time around but wish they wouldn’t be sooooooo guarded.

Ironically pretty much the whole time David was in the UK, Gillian was in the US but I’m sure they did catch up in quite.

So on that note, Gillian was in New York for the opening of Peter’s play. Where was Peter when scoop opened…?

Now, I don’t think Gillian has actually ever genuinely listened to Taylor Swift but her SMM is a massive fan so I think she gets the hype but her posting x files/gillovny to TTPD which is situational ship coded ended me

Aprils been rough. I lost my car in a flood, there was stabbing in Bondi and my brother who is a police office had to work on my crime scene which I really struggled with and then I got a new car all in the space of a week and it was a little too much for me.

May

Finally got to watch white bird thanks to some who had it already streaming in their country. I wouldn’t normal do that but we have waited wayyyyy to long for it. I actually found it really hard to watch just because of the content but was good and really made me cry. I don’t really get why it was pushed back except for the strike. Gillian’s role was so small but really really good. Give that girl a god damn Oscar!. Originally I was not really sure why she said yes to this to be honest but got it after one particular scene towards the end. Girl can act!

Gillian is moving. Now I’m only making comment on this because the daily mail did first, and there is a weird pattern with gillian/petter/daily mail. I think this means that they are moving in together. I don’t know why people take the idea of this so personally either. And Gillian has a pattern of regularly moving every couple of years so it’s not really a surprise. And fyi she bought this one in 2017 and she actually made like 2 million pounds in selling it. Also, it was sold in November. (For all the people saying she had this one like 15 years and just randomly sold it.)

G spot turned 1. I’m still yet to try it and I really hope I don’t have to wait till I’m back in London in July next year. It actually turned one in April but they apparently forgot that.

Cc put his foot in it again. I feel like some people forget that you can be grateful for an opportunity someone gave you but that doesn’t mean you have to agree with everything they do. I don’t think Chris gets that.

… what’s with David doing all this stuff in London….👀 I mean most of it is while Gillian is away though

Press for scoop continued. They are so aiming it for award season

G looks like she’s cut her hair a little. Hopefully only because of what she’s filming right now.

Her Sm is still really active. I often wonder how the ideas for her videos are decided, how she convinced and who films them. Like Peter? If Peter did film some of them I do think that’s a bit cute. Yes that mf grew on me. Because I don’t know what happened but she’s glowing.

The abandons officially started filming. Still so gutted that I missed out on seeing it filming originally last year in Canada.

X files is now on paramount plus in the UK and Gillian actually posted Polaroids her self and one of David in those red speedos. Safe to say things are probably fine between them for those who say they are not.

David’s Brick passed away. David posted about it and Gillian commented. Yep.

June

So it turns out that scoop is a tv movie and that all the press for it is an Emmy’s campaign which makes sense.

Is diamond eye still a thing?????

And that was pretty much June…. G is filming all we all know she disappears after she’s just done a big thing.

Oh but then she did go to Glastonbury

July

July kicked off with a hunger cover which always slays. That Emmy campaign is heating up. The photos were great but the interview not so much. Though she did mention she still has that deal with Netflix.

Also, can we just accept her relationship with Peter. Whilst I don’t agree with their weird secrecy about it, she’s clearly very happy at the moment.

And for some reason, Gillian posted an Instagram video about David’s podcast. Like what does it meannnnnnn. AND he replied, liked and reposted

Disappointed that only scoop as a whole got nominated for an Emmy. Gill was going really hard and so there gos that. At least she’s mostly likely still going by to be there with Peter.

All of these old new gillovny were posted too 👀

July end with a new article and it was one of the best I’d read in a while. She did name Peter in it too.

August

🤡 let’s do this! Call me crazy, but my bet is their podcast coming up in line with their birthdays.

But before any of that, G signed on to a new British show and dropped a video about that 1997 Emmy’s kiss. That podcast better be coming or a birthday post. And everyone needs to stop taking things so seriously.

🤡 Gillian posted something to do with want early on David’s birthday. But in the year of 2024 at the latest the minute, our favourite simp Gillian Anderson posted an instagram story wishing David duchovny a happy birthday. This whole public one sided relationship that’s been going on with these two is painful. Like David, it’s not that hard to have the person who does your SM to play the part. And he would get soooooo much benefit from it. But anyway now we wait.

So what happened was David publicly ignored Gillian BUT on her birthday used the same photo 👀 to wish her a happy birthday and she replied!!!!! This all happening in 2024 after nothing for years 👀 something sus is happening. If there is not some sort of reunion I swear to god.

Would have been sweet if the podcast came out during their birthday weeks but nothing…

Before august ended gill changed g spot beverages to g ology and launched g ode which I don’t fully understand yet.

September

September started with promotion for want. And it was a lot of promotion. I probably missed most of it. I refuse to believe that Gillian still hasn’t been on David’s podcast. Like come on! Why tease it? It’s been too long now that I’m just giving it up on it ever happening. Love that she did an Aussie interview though.

Salt path had its premier at the TTFF. I am so looking forward to this film and can’t wait to find out when it gets its world wide date which is looking at being next year. I mean a late 2024 so it qualifies for the next award season would be nice.

Gillian went to the Emmy’s which for those surprised it s been a given for ages. And she slayed which she had been doing lately. Interesting the last two events she’s has had a ring on her ring finger which I’m trying to not read into but I would not be opposed of Peter put a ring on it. I really don’t understand at this point why they are still so private. Peter I don’t hate you anymore. I think that anyone who’s has been in an adult maturing relationship gets it

And so at first I thought it was an accident because it’s one she wears on the middle finger but it’s been three times.

Anyways, on a little side note, Piper turned 30! Kinda wish she had of publicly wish her a happy birthday because the alien baby is 30 but not surprised.

October

White bird finally came out world wide. Weird that Gillian never posted anything about it though. Well she did it was just very delayed

G spot got launched in the states…. Australia when???

Want had a book signing in NYE and PETER was there ❤️❤️ i don’t care what anyone thinks but im loving this

I’m loving how happy and content G has been lately

November

Ah November… yep

But as crappy as November started…. The unthinkable happened. That little podcast thing we had been clowning and manifesting since August happened. GILLIAN WENT ON DAVIDS PODCAST. And it was David to announce it… not Gillian. Which I get because it is his podcast but she didn’t post anything in the lead up which was strange….

I had no exceptions for the podcast because G&D are hit and miss but it felt so wholesome, and that while they are not close that both have such a strong love and respect for each other. I think they both got a lot out of it actually. And I love how she didn’t go posting cheesy bts, just makes it more respectful

Gillian cut her hair.

And then a few days later she did post some cute bts. And again, I do love that that was all it was. Made it feel more genuine.

December

The salt path trailer finally came out omg I can’t wait for this.

And that was pretty much December

And that’s that!

I don’t know what I expected from this year but it was a weird one.

My highlight was obviously the Gillovny reunion. I get where David comes from wanting the relationship to be private. It was everything and more.

I think on a personal note this year I really became hyper-aware of my self-sabotaging behaviours from being a people pleaser and how hard it is to reverse that. I definitely leaned into a close work relationship (with someone that yes I’m attracted to but don’t want to be with). This is a person who makes my day 10 times better, but I occasionally let the rumours about us ruin my mood. It’s a hard relationship but one that has definitely taught me a lot. If only me 12 months ago could see that this person would mean so much to me… I just don’t know how to tell them that… anyway. I mean, he did tell me at one point we were like Mulder and Scully. It took everything in me to not be like which season… because they have a kid in season 9. But we are very much like late season one… maybe two. But it is a relationship I have painfully decided to leave in 2024 for the sake of my own mental health

So keen on everything that Gillian has coming out next year and what else is in stall for her. So far nothing new has been announced for filming so she's got; The Salt Path, Tron: Ares, The Abandons and the Trespasses all due for release.

G spot in Australia when???!

Oh and I get to have a European summer :)

#gillian anderson #Youtube

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Knowing your audience isn't actually cheating, it's just outmaneuvering everyone else, and I will not be penalized for that, especially by my wife of all people, thank you very much! You know me, I'll be out on the grill in the middle of winter if you guys want something grilled, it would not be the first time that I put a heavy winter coat on to make sure that a steak gets cooked the right way, is all that I'm saying. That's not a bad idea, we can get some chicken nuggets for Rosalyn, too, so she doesn't feel like she's being left out or anything, since I'm not quite sure how she feels about wing sauces… maybe something really mild? We have to do it during a Bills game, though, I'm going to turn her into a Bills fan if it's the last thing that I do. She might be a little more aware of the football games this year in person, though, at least long enough to yell 'go brother!' before going back to wanting to chase the other kids, but those few moments are still sweet, you know? That's what I figured, and you know he works pretty expediently, so. Did you ever end up sending him that letter? Her biological father, I mean -- the one that almost caused us to break up that time? For what it's worth, I'm glad that you married this version of me, and not teenage me. I'm just not sure that I could have taken care of you the way that I always wanted to, and I know that I can now. And I know that you're in a better place, too. Well, you do moan, groan and crack, but that's okay, that makes me feel better about the fact that we'll be doing that together, you know. Oh, Lucie's already on to me. I figured out that if I hold Archer, I can pretty much say whatever I want to her and she can't beat me upside the head, so, I have to be careful. I've brought it up with my therapist before, yeah. I don't go that often anymore, handful of times per year, but it's come up. Not extensively, just mentions. Mostly, the predictable stuff. Open a line of communication with you, talk about it, don't be afraid to call, that kind of stuff. And I know that you want a piece of us together, and I do, too, but -- you know that if anything puts you in danger, even for a second, I'm out, right? No matter how much we want a baby, I won't risk you. I know it's your body and I know that you might be willing to risk it, but we need you. You are a romantic at heart, it's one of my favorite things about you, but don't stress about it, okay? Some people are just as happy raising blueberries as they are babies. Maybe he'll find a beautiful young lass at the wedding to dance the night away, just to make you feel a little better, yeah? I… have, but you know what I mean -- outside of that, I think it was just a fear that I had in the back of my mind, one of those unfounded, unnecessary fears that you can't let go of.

I'm … glad. That sounds really weird, telling you that I'm glad that you were sleeping with one of my best friends from high school, but I'm glad that it was someone who was good to you, someone that you at least felt safe enough with that you could satisfy that need and not be lonely. I never wanted you to be lonely. I went through weird phases when I came back to Merrock, I never quite got to the point of buying a ring for Colton's mom, but I definitely planned on marrying her, because it felt like what I was supposed to do. Have a kid, move her into the farm house, get married, settle down, I figured I'd wait until we got through the first couple of years, she seemed happy, and then… gone. Then I was too busy raising Colton to even think about dating, I had a couple of friends with benefits, went on a few dates, very briefly was in a relationship with someone I met at school, nothing… clicked, I guess, I was lonely and miserable and tired of trying and then I met Tamara and I really, really wanted to prove to myself that I could be the family guy. No. No, I won't, honestly -- if you want to go out and have fun, then you go out and have fun, I trust you enough to know that you wouldn't do anything to actually hurt me. Shawn's super disciplined about it, at least. Colton's still a little green -- not in a bad way. Just young, he's learning the ropes. I think Shawn's good for him in that way. He's better about his laundry than Colton is, too. He washed his own clothes today.

Ah, so you admit, you cheated! To me that absolutely is an admission so that's good enough for me. I win. Don't ask how that works, it just does, obviously. I'll keep that in mind, I know the kids love them, especially Rosalyn, she was so messy by the end, glaze all over her face. Feel like we could tough out a few more weekends even if it dipped a little cooler, we're built for this. It's not our first rodeo with fall time. I'll even brave the colder weather outside for you at the grill. They can definitely polish off quite a few wings, not that I'm shaming them! Growing boys and burning all those calories at practice, but we also can't go broke either. We could do a wing bar one night, make a bunch of kind of wings from the grocery store, fancy them up, put on a football game, and maybe fully start indoctrinating Rosalyn into the football family. I know she's been to the boys games but for her that's run around the free areas and play until she falls asleep and gets wrapped up in a warm blanket in the stroller, and I only bring that so I don't have to hold her the whole time she's sleeping. Guess that will be up to Raf, there's going to be no contesting from her biological father, he's not on the birth certificate, there's no rights to him legally anymore, I've made sure of that not long after she was born. So, I can't imagine there's going to be many hurdles in your way. I think teenage us would be happy now, they'd be happy we found our way back to each other, and that we married. Think we made them pretty proud of those two young, dumb, and crazy in love kids. Wow, really making me feel better, babe. Telling me I moan, groan, and crack. You're not helping with the running out of time feeling by pointing that out either! I knew that once you had him in your arms it's get you thinking, I'm just going to see if Lucie can keep having you hold him and it'll eventually kick baby fever off in you too. Have you thought about maybe talking to Josh about your worries? He might be able to give you a good perspective? Give you some ideas on how to handle the nerves, how I can better help you with it? I mean I'm pretty sure we're only going to get this one chance of a little one so, it's selfish but I just kind of want to make sure we don't miss that window together to have a piece of us together. It doesn't change how much Colton and Rosalyn are ours, they're our children, no matter what. No, I get it, I'm glad he's happy in his own way, I just figured that I don't know, I'm a romantic at heart and he kind of has this cynical he's too old for anything to ever happen, and I just find that absurd. It's not like he's not attractive. I don't think there's one Newman that isn't attractive. Are you sure he's not just secretly replacing the fish but has killed the fish? Seems like something he would do. I'm sorry I find that ironic and kind of hilarious, and it's not to make you feel bad, you had valid feelings but you -- YOU fuck me up? Have you met my parents? That was done long ago, you could damage me more than what they've done. Hurt me, sure. Make it hard for a while, yes, but fuck me up, that was all my parents doing. It was, I mean we didn't talk about you, not really. Sometimes he brought you up but he knew that was a bad subject and normally we'd end up in a fight and we'd be "off" after that, then he'd come around and we'd be back "on" and I don't know. We both could never pull the trigger to make it happen and become more. Part of me thinks he had some kind of respect for you still somewhere, even if we were sleeping together, and part of me was hoping it would just be this big bandaid to fix it all and I could move on, marry the next acceptable good looking guy, and be done. He's a good guy, you know, there wasn't anything wrong with him, it just wasn't -- you. Ohhh I wouldn't be drunk texting you that, you know that would be all Lucie. Are you going to go all caveman if someone is giving me a lap dance? Need to know what to potentially prepare for or not prepare for. If I'll need bail money and Rafael on speed dial.

I'm always going to be a mama bear it's in my blood. I can't help it I want to make sure they don't get it too badly that it's unfair. I know how football and cheer team practices could be sometimes. Shawn is great, couldn't ask for a better kid to be staying with us.

#talking with cordelia #;; i just preemptively broke mine lmao <3

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Jan 16

Dear Dad,

Good news or bad news first?

I mean, I'm gonna do good news first.

We're not dead! We didn't even get put on trial or anything!

Bad news, you did kinda, sorta, miss my wedding. But I don't think it counts cause both Grace and I were under duress. We didn't have an option about whether or not we were actually partaking, so it's not a real wedding, and you'll be at my real one, I promise.

So the day basically went like this:

I was woken up early by a couple of the maids who were very excited about something happening later. They didn't answer any of my questions, though, so I had no clue what was happening.

They put me in weird clothes that didn't look like any of the party clothes I'd seen at this place. To give you an idea of how it was more and less fancy, it felt like the fabric was as thin as paper, but it didn't rip under any of the regular wear and tear of the day, so that's a win now. But it was like a simple shirt and pants with some flowers and stuff painted on it to look pretty. I was so worried the whole time that I would accidentally break it or rip it or something, but that never happened somehow.

Then some of the guards came in, and I was sure that I was going to be killed or taken to a noose or something. But nope! Instead, I was marched around what felt like the whole castle. At the same time, various people came out of their rooms and followed the little stampede we made, and then I was stopped outside the building while everyone else went back inside.

After that, I had gunk put on my face. They had a little paintbrush and painted it on. I guess it's some kind of makeup, but there wasn't anything I recognized in there, and the stuff smelled really weirdly sweet? The guy putting the things on my face said it was rose ash, which is weird to me, at least, and he put it all over my face, lips, and stuff.

I'm pretty sure I looked like a mime or something when they were done, but I wasn't allowed to wipe it off. I just had to deal with it.

Then I was given food and some items, which was great cause I was starving. It was like the first, just plain food I'd had since we got here, some absolutely delicious fruit, and they handed me a weird light blue fruit that I was supposed to take with me.

Finally, we got to the hall, which was once again full of too many people, like too many people, you know?

The hall was set up weirdly, too. Usually, just some tables are set up in a vague U shape with the Lord's table at the top and the center of everything. Still, that table was gone this time, and all the other tables, benches, and chairs had been moved, so they looked at the front of the room, where Grace was in a weird dress.

When I got up there, after being slowly escorted by the two slow guards, I saw the rest was made out of the same material as the clothes I was wearing, but in different colors and with different things drawn. Instead of flowers and stuff her dress had like trees and ivy. It was all long on the top and then went down straight to the floor. It looked about as comfortable as the stuff I'm wearing. Which is to say, not very. She also had gunk on her face, but hers was light gunk, and I think it was in different shapes than the stuff on my face, but I don't know exactly what's on my face.

I tried to ask Grace what was happening, but she seemed just as confused. But before I could ask her any more questions, like if she knew where the others were, the Lord said we're getting married. And then did something that made the whole assembled group cheer.

We ended up with a ceremony with lots of cheering. It seemed like whenever one of us was supposed to say something, a cheer went up.

Eventually, we were handed rings by some guy from the audience, and then the Lord told us we could kiss...

Which was awkward cause I didn't really want to kiss Grace without her go-ahead, and I think she didn't want to kiss me at all, but the brat basically just pushed our heads together like dolls. And then, when we didn't "kiss enough?" he told us we had to do it "to smears?" and then we had to kiss in front of a bunch of people cheering until I guess it was good enough for everyone else.

We were pushed into chairs and then carried to a huge room on the other side of the castle from where we'd been.

Grace and I got a lot of food and a huge room. For some reason, the people who carried us and the food here just left laughing and cheering. And we were stuck 'cause they'd apparently locked the doors.

So, we've just been hanging out. There's not much else to do, and we ate enough food to make ourselves a little sick. So I'm going to call it a successful wedding. I'm not sure I'd do the screaming crowd again if I could avoid it, but otherwise, it was great.

The rings are pretty, too. I don't know if we'll actually keep them. We might have to sell them, but if we can, woof, they're pretty.

Anyway, I guess I'm married now, and it was a hell of a weird day, but the bed is huge and soft and warm, and Grace is sleeping. So I think I'm going to too.

Love you, Jack

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What about how would slashers propose their s/o? :3

How would the slashers propose:

Michael Myers

Michael wouldn't.

As funny as that sounds, I'm pretty sure Michael doesn't understand marriage and its concept at all.

After all.. who'd marry you? A deranged serial killer and his spouse.. pretty difficult to find a priest for that kind of couple.

If anything, he'd propose to show that he cares. Michael isn't the best at showing emotions and a proposal would be his personal way of showing that he does adore you.

It would probably be nothing big though. He'd just hand you a stolen ring and then march off, leaving you alone with your confusion.

Are you ever getting married? Probably not but he'll wear a ring similar to yours if you'd like.

Vincent Sinclair

Oh, Vincent will try his hardest to be as romantic as he can be.

Dozen of candles, hundreds of roses, and he'll actually wear an old suit he found in Bo's wardrobe!

His brothers will be out of town, driven out by your big lover.

He'll make dinner for you. It might taste a little interesting, considering his below-average cooking skills, but hey the idea alone is so adorable.

After dinner, he'll sink down on one knee and you just freeze.

He's super nervous too! What if you don't want to marry him? What if he's too fast and you're not ready for that commitment yet?

The ring will be from a victim but he polished and perfected it himself. He'll design it like his knives, dragons wrapping around the gemstone in the middle.

As soon as that "yes" leaves your lips, he inflates, probably ready to pass out.

Bo Sinclair

Bo.. doesn't necessarily want to marry.

But he wants to spend the rest of his life with you, that's for sure.

You're something he doesn't deserve and yet you're here, with him.

Bo won't be as romantic as his twin, that's not really his strategy.

He'll most likely blurt out his proposal while he's watching TV and make it seem like the most normal thing ever, even though he's frightened on the inside.

If you ask him what he said, he'll repeat it real quietly and you swear he's turning red.

Say yes and Bo will actually flash a big grin, a real one, not his usual smirk, finally pulling you closer to seal his lips with yours.

He can't believe someone would marry him but you wanted to, and he'd always deem that a miracle.

Lester Sinclair

Oh god, Lester will be so nervous.

He has everything: the ring, a nice suit, a romantic dinner but what if he fucks it up?

He even wrote a note containing a few words of his "speech" so he won't forget it.

So it's after dinner and he kneels down, nearly tripping on his open shoelace, and.. uh fuck what'd he want to say???

He can't find his note! Lester is now panicking.

Your reassuring smile grounds him again and he somehow manages to finish his proposal without fainting. How? Lester doesn't know, he has no recollection of what happened.

The ring will be from a victim but he got Vincent to make it prettier. He feels really bad about it as well, please tell him that that's okay!

Baby Firefly

Oh, Marriage? A big, pretty white dress? Sign her the fuck up.

Okay, being with you for the rest of her life is really nice as well.

She's probably talking to Mama when the subject first emerges and she just freezes in excitement.

She's soon skipping down the stairs, calling out your name.

"Y/N LET'S GET MARRIED!"

You don't even have a choice, she will marry you whether you like it or not.

I doubt that she'll even ask you the question, it'll just be a determined "We're getting married." and she's gone again, probably planning for the wedding.

A ring will be there though. She probably stole it but oh well.

Otis Driftwood

Marriage? *Insert him scoffing.*

Yeah no, he's too edgy for that.

However, he is down to invent his own kind of marriage for you.

But you're not getting a ring, oh no.

Otis is showing up with a collar. And it has his name on it.

After he's given it to you, he'll just hold a 15-minute speech about how you belong to him and how this collar will show everyone.

If you say yes afterward he'll be confused. This wasn't a question.

Billy Loomis

Oh Billy has it all planned out... and it can go both ways.

It's either a super romantic, high-school sweetheart-like proposal with flowers, a cute ring, balloons, and all that boring stuff or...

He dresses up as Michael Myers and jumps out at you, scaring you to death, just to hold a ring and propose to you.

I can see him totally scaring the shit out of you the whole evening just to make your proposal a special one.

Stu also helps him which makes you question which of the two you're really marrying.

Stu Macher

Stu will propose in his own way, to be frank, everything he does is done in his own way.

He'll be quite sweet actually, taking you out on a Ferris wheel to ask the question.

He's serious about the whole thing but he doesn't quite show it.

He makes it seem as if this whole thing does nothing to him so you can't see how nervous he is.

After you say yes he'll still act cool but the shake in his voice gives him away.

If you cry, he'll tease you for years so be careful.

Brahms Heelshire

The only idea Brahms has of proposal and marriage is from the books he's read. And those are either porn magazines or some old romance novels from way before our time.

He'll wear a suit. You don't even know where he got it from, it's astonishingly old.

There's no dinner or anything, Brahms can't cook and after all, that's your job.

He'll give you flowers though!

And his grandmother's proposal ring that he found somewhere in the mansion. He just can't buy his own so he has to improvise.

If you say yes he'll smile excitedly and jump into your arms. He's not getting off too, you have to carry him now.

Sometimes he forgets how tall he is.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas will marry you pretty early into the relationship.

After all, his family is very religious and you know what they say, no sex before marriage kids. I doubt that Thomas will obey that rule but let's pretend-

Luda will help him with everything he needs, she'll even get Hoyt and Monty to leave the house with her for a night so you two have some privacy!

Thomas will be very nervous and you very confused. Thomas never stopped working unless it was something important.

You'll eat and have a nice time, you can finally spend some time with your lover and this time, not in the basement. He even takes his mask off, just for you.

After dinner he'll clear his throat and actually say the whole proposal out loud. This is important and Thomas doesn't want to ruin this just because he doesn't want to talk.

He could never ruin anything but he's insecure like that.

If you say yes he's going to grin brightly and just pick you up, spinning you around until he actually kisses you, once again feeling so grateful for you in his life.

Josef

Marriage isn't that important to him so he takes a while to even think about that idea.

Of course, a life filled with you is absolutely amazing in his opinion but he trusts that you won't leave him, with or without a promise binding you to him.

After a bit of thinking, he decides to do it just for the gesture.

He'll buy a ring that he thinks fits and then plan a nice dinner with a few candles, red wine, expensive food, all that shit.

Josef is an amazing cook so that food will be to die for.

After eating, he'll intertwine your hands with his and look into your eyes, quietly bringing up the whole idea of marriage.

If you seem interested and I mean positively interested, he'll pull out the ring, surprising you like always.

Say yes and Josef will get quite emotional, never did he think someone would actually marry him.

He might cry but one word about that and you'll get the silent treatment.

you'll get a gif, as a treat

Amanda Young

Marriage? Uh, not for her.

Amanda hates the whole idea of marriage, stupid love-sick couples marrying just to break up and divorce a year later, leaving children to grow up in an environment that's shaped by isolation and abandonment.

However, she's not against a ring to show that she's never going to leave you.

Amanda will make one for you, yes you heard me, make.

It's so important to her, anyone else but her would fail her.

It takes a while but seeing your happy tears after she gave and explained it to you makes everything worth it.

She'll often admire it, sitting so perfect on your finger.

You're hers and hers alone.

You can't see it but she's smiling.

#slashers headcannons #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #baby firefly x reader #otis driftwood x reader

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martianbugsbunny · 3 years ago

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OUAT Thoughts Pt.32--Episodes 22-1

I have watched through S4E1; spoilers DNI. Also, spoiler warning for anyone further behind than I am.

—My feels have been decimated. I should’ve expected a scene wherein Rumple visited Bae’s grave, but I didn’t. OUCH. —It’s pretty cool that Snow and Charming named their son Neal. I wonder how Rumple feels about that.

—Men who wear rings are>>>>>>>>

—I just can’t stand that Dr. Hopper officiated Rumple’s wedding. *weeping happily* *definitely got hit in the feels again* *actually having a pretty good time for once* Is he licensed to do that tho? Also, I adore that he’s the kinda guy who cries at weddings 🥰

—I knew it was a bad idea for Emma to bring that lady back, but I didn’t know it would be this bad! Of all the ladies sentenced to death she could’ve saved, she had to save Marian?

—Look, I love Elsa more than life, but there ain’t no way she’s not gonna hog the spotlight at some point. Her own sister gets trampled to tell her story—which I don’t mind, because Elsa’s story kills me me in the most beautiful way—but these others characters don’t stand a chance.

—It’s so fun that Emma gets to be in the book now!

—I want Hook and Emma to be together, but I’m not entirely sure I have faith in her feelings for him. She’s acting kinda weirdy, so I’m not sure it’s completely legit.

—I’m so sick of Aurora and Philip. I hate them for being in Storybrooke.

—Time will tell whether I end up pleased with the Frozen characters or wish they’d just gone for a fresh Winter’s Child idea. So far, this is much more Frozen than any of the other stories have been their source material.

—I do know that I’m not thrilled with Elsa’s design. I would’ve liked her face to match her original design more—some purple eyeshadow, a darker shade of lipstick, and if not thick, at least full eyelashes. And her dress should’ve gone in the opposite direction; her ice clothes are literally impossible to recreate in a satisfactory manner. Besides, the other princesses don’t wear their signature clothes. (Hmmm…I’m starting to see a trend here.) I really would’ve loved to see a new Elsa dress, maybe reminiscent of the original, but something new and different. Also I’m mad that Anna is just wearing her movie outfit, too.

—But Elsa is still a gorgeous gorgeous girl. So pretty. Stunning.

—Sydney has really just been in the basement this whole time. Poor guy.

—The dancing scene with Belle and Rumple was outstanding. Using the Beauty and the Beast song? Iconic. Finally getting see Belle in a proper princessy dress? No complaints there. RUMPLE IN A FAIRYTALE PRINCE OUTFIT? I’M ABOUT TO COMBUST!!!!

—I’m glad I’m not Regina. Having Robin reaffirm his commitment to his marriage (note: not necessarily to Marian herself, cause he’s lived without her for a while) would’ve just made me fall in love with him more.

—I love the way this show depicts the way people change each other. It’s not just the big, dramatic things, like how Henry changed Regina or how Belle changed Rumple; it’s the little flashbacks that show us how Baelfire shaped Emma’s worldview. People are like different waves in the ocean: we bump into each other all the time, flowing into each other’s lives and experiences, and each time we do we shift each other’s trajectories ever-so-slightly. It’s beautiful.

—Yeah, I’m putting myself off the fence. I do not like the start the Frozen stuff has gotten. It’s too much like the movie.

—Lmao Belle’s last name is literally French.

—Is that the hat from the Sorcerer’s Apprentice? Because good golly I would like to see Yen Sid. Mickey Mouse might be a lil preposterous for this show, but Yen Sid could work.

—It’s kinda funny how all the important stuff just ends up in Rumple’s store. It’s also kinda funny that in all of Storybrooke’s crises, there hasn’t been a single mob raid on that store.

—Anna is serving some young Natalie Portman vibes (specifically, Padme) and I’m low-key here for it. I mean, I have my issues with Padme, but goshdarnit was she ever pretty.

—Am I finally get to know who wrote that book? I’ve been wondering that since the first season.

—The ice trail Elsa left behind while she was walking through Storybrooke had some major slug energy. Lol

—It might be kinda fun if Elsa and Anna’s parents were sort-of badguys in this movie. They were kinda s u s to begin with, might as well just go whole hog on it. Besides, bad parents are a theme in this show, so it wouldn’t even be out of place.

—I hope we get to see Elsa’s coronation. Have I already said I’m dubious on the Frozen stuff? Yes, I have. But…it has capacity to be different. It has the potential to tell Frozen’s story in a somewhat new way. And most importantly, it has the possibility of seeing Elsa in a pretty coronation outfit and crown.

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reigenhusband · 4 years ago

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Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?"

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing.

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?"

The blonde twitched.

"W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire.

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure."

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones.

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it.

Maybe he really was scared.

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here.

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever?

Was he really going to cut it as a husband?

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him.

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?"

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last.

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited.

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important."

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance.

"I really believe you'll take care of each other."

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it.

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one."

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!"

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?"

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with.

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!"

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this.

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully.

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear.

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?"

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach.

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety.

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!"

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time.

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!"

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever."

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!"

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!"

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort. "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?"

"Good at what, exactly?"

"Being married."

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant.

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really."

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league."

"Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?"

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with."

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?"

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either.

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off."

I'm annoying??? That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it?

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief.

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in.

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain."

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off.

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say.

But he came through when it mattered.

"Hey Dimple?"

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Thanks."

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time."

He stood and dusted himself off.

"Welp. Here goes everything."

#i only have access to mobile so the format for everything is so ugly but HIIII ITS MARRIAGE TIME #i wanna write a fic of the actual wedding or what it entails later.#thanks for letting me be cringe #to any non selfship blogs that might be seeing this i am so sorry #I'll show the rings i had made later!!!#wedding mentions

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undertale-writing-times · 4 years ago

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Maybe some outcodes: It's the great day and of course they are nervous till they see s/o coming holding a flower bouquet in a beautiful dress(wedding time;3)

Awww this is wholesome.

Time for weddings! Hell yeah.

I'm gonna make all these boys cry -w-

Error- How has he come so far? A long time ago, maybe a few years, Error was nothing but a machine that wanted everyone around him to die. He hated the 'rejects' the ones that were AU's and he only liked the original or classic, as he called them. Now look at him, on his wedding day, trying not to glitch out too badly and bluescreen. What the hell is he doing with his life? Why was he getting married? He should be out there deleting the au's! They were cluttering up the world but here he was in a damn suit! UGH! Ink looks at him and laughs, tilting his head to the side "oooo someone's looking cranky~" He teased making Error snarl the best he could which just made Ink laugh harder. Fresh and Echo were also there, why? Because they decided to come. Once again, ugh. After everything was settled and worked out Error was standing in front of flowers knowing that S/o was going to be coming out soon. He couldn't stop himself from glitching out, shifting where he was standing. He could see Ink crying with blue shapes in his eyes, Fresh smiling rubbing his back, and the other 'bad' Sanses were sitting around. Killer seeming annoyed and Axe kept looking over at the cake which Error hoped he wouldn't go and try to eat it. Nightmare also seemed annoyed and Dusty looked excited mumbling something like "I've always loved weddings!" ugh shut up Dust, you're annoying and stupid and he hated you. Error felt someone poke him making him jolt quickly stepping away and he saw Echo who smiles the best he could "Hey Error... you seem stressed" Error huffs in annoyance and crosses his arms over his chest snapping "sTrEsSeD? mE? nOo-nOoOoO I MeAn wHy wOuLd i bE StReSsEd? It's jUsT My W-W-W-WEDDING!" he saw Echo's smile drop making him sigh and he reaches up, putting his hand on top of his head shutting his eyes. Dammit. "l-lOo-lOoK I'M SoRrY. i dIdN'T MeAn tHaT I'M J-J-JuSt sTrEsSeD AnD..." Echo holds up his hand to stop him and shakes his head, smiling a bit as he talks "It's okay, I'm not upset. Just know that S/o loves you and they're going to be very happy with you" then he turns walking back to his seat to sit down. Annoyingly he needed to sit beside Ink... blah. Finally music started to play making him tense up and he quickly looks forward holding his hands together his glitching getting worse then the doors opened to show S/o who started to walk down, holding flowers and they were wearing such a nice dress... suddenly the music got outdone by a loud ringing sound. It was coming from Error, who glitched out.

Fresh- In a world where you don't feel emotions, you most likely think you'd never get married well Fresh didn't exactly have many emotions, only the ones he faked, but he was still getting married and brah he was so happy! He was getting married to his pretty radtastical datemate. Of course he all up and told them that he don't got no feelings up in his body but they told him that they didn't care! They loved him and if he wanted to be with them, he coulda and he thought that that was such a chill way to say it. He didn't wanna be a buzz kill, nah not at all, so he agreed to date them. After a while he started to grow slightly attached to them then more and finally they got real close. Now they got here! They were getting all up and married! Human thing, weird way ya dig? He thought it was pretty cool anyway even if he's gotta wear this unradical outfit. He looks around messing with his 'YOLO' glasses, shifting on his heels just rocking back and fourth. Damn he's so crunked about this stuff brah! Everything looked so nice and colorful, there were quite a few people around too which was fancy. His 'brothers' were here too. Error and Geno and he was... nervous. It was a weird feeling deep in his body like a cold feeling. There were a few emotions he could feel like fear and anger but other than that he ain't got none. So not dope my radical freshy fresh reader. Half of him wanted to move from where he was standing to go and talk to his bloods but also... he couldn't bring himself to move. It was like his feet melted to the groudn ugh this body wasn't melting like Geno did, was it? He huffs in slight annoyance but blinks when he heard a voice from beside him "hey Fresh!" he turns his head to see Blueberry who grins at him holding his hands together. Blueberry... that's the Swap one, his brother stole him once, interesting time that was... he grins and holds up his hands in finger guns "ey yo brah! What up? Glad you could get in this neighbrohood to come and see my funky cool wedding brah" Blueberry laughs nodding in approval and starts to talk "Of course, you did invite us so why wouldn't we? Brother is excited to be here too!" Fresh looks over at where Stretch would be, standing and slightly glaring at Error with his hands in his pockets. Rightttt... oh wait Blueberry was saying more stuff "I hope you like the gift that I brought for you and S/o, it's awesome that you're both getting married. I hope you're still part of my friendship group with Error" Fresh laughs nodding to show that yeah, he was! He was going to say something else but then the music started making Blueberry gasp "Oh geez! It's starting!" he hurries off to go and sit down making Fresh blink again. Oh dang brah that was quick. He moves his arms behind his back and looks over to see S/o starting to walk in making him pause oh wow that's a weird feeling that just shot through him... why is water coming from his eyes? Well it's more magic but... wow.

Echo- Time to get married. Did Echo really think that he was ready? No, but he asked, and his datemate said yes and he was so happy but also... nervous. Was this really it? Did he finally get his happy ending? He was almost dying almost every day, every time he woke up he thought it would be a time that he dies, but he hasn't yet and he's so happy! It's scary though. What if they decide not to show up? Or they do and later on regret it? It isn't fair! Why did his mind mess with him like this? Why did he hate himself? The thoughts kept rushing through his mind making the little bit of a soul he had left shake and shutter. Should he run? Should he try to get away? He wanted to be with S/o forever though and this was a good way to make it! His breathing started to come and go faster and faster; but then he heard a voice come from right behind him "Echo the main man of the story tonight. How do you feel?" he pauses when he heard the voice, letting out a shaky breath, and turns his head to see Reap floating above the ground, his legs crossed a relaxed smile on his face. Why did they invite him? Echo sighs rubbing at his face with his hands "I feel like I'm going to be sick" Reap tilts his head to the side and hums softly then lowers down to the ground his feet, which were bare which kind of annoyed Echo, touching on the floor and he starts to talk "yeah, that's normal right about now. Sometimes nerves get the best of you mortals or whatever you call yourself" he spoke with the last part in a teasing tone, making him hum in annoyance "just relax. I know S/o loves you, I mean they have to, if they're going to marry someone that I should have come for myself yeeeeaaaarrrrrs ago" Echo sighs shaking his head and rubs his fingers on where his temples would be muttering "just... go away Reaper I'm not drunk enough to deal with you" Reap holds up his fingers in peace signs and floats off to go bug whoever else. Echo wished that his brother was here for this, that would make him feel so much better! He reaches up touching at the scarf around his neck, making him smile a little. What was he talking about? His brother was here just not in body! The thought made him sigh, shutting his eye socket mumbling "I'm going to keep living for you Pappy" he lifts his head nodding to himself and looks over at the door when he heard the music start up and when he saw S/o coming in with such a beautiful dress and the flowers? He started to feel strange, like he would start crying. This was crazy! His datemate was beautiful and so sweet and amazing and they were going to be stuck with him? They WANTED to be stuck with him?! He reaches up wiping away the tears that rolled down his cheeks. He was so happy.

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mypoisonedvine · 5 years ago

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The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber x reader (part 1)

summary: Jacob was finally taking his college girlfriend home to meet his family. how was she, a sheltered Harvard girl, supposed to know not to trust the famous, respected lawyer who just so happened to be his father?

word count: 3.5k

warnings: smut (dub con??), age gap, infidelity, fingering, dirty talk, a lil choking, wedding ring kink, lots of awkward conversations lmao

@donutloverxo @evnscvll @ballyhoobarnes

“They’re gonna love you,” Jacob beamed at you as you buckled into the passenger seat.

“I dunno, Jake, I’m not usually a parent’s favorite…” you mumbled nervously, adjusting to be comfortable for the drive. It wasn’t that long of a trip— just from your dorm at Harvard to the southern suburbs of Boston; your discomfort was a lot more psychosomatic, in fact. Isn’t it normal to be afraid to meet your boyfriend’s parents?

“Well, my parents are pretty chill,” he assured you. “Besides, what’s not to like?”

You still felt a little dizzy as you tried to prepare yourself for a weekend with them. You’d hoped Jacob would just have you guys meet at lunch or something but nope, he insisted that you come with him the next time he visited over a three-day weekend and you’d agreed cause you didn’t know how to say no. Now here you were, practicing ‘Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!’ in your head as if you were going to forget how to speak English in the next fifteen minutes.

Honestly, with how nervous you were, it was plausible.

The sun through the trees cast flashing light and shadows through your window as you watched the scenery roll by. Something by Bon Iver was playing through the car speakers, but the mumbled lyrics were lost to your distracted mind. You’d heard a decent amount about his parents through him— his dad was apparently quite the bigshot lawyer— but you had no idea how much they knew about you. You hoped he talked about you a lot but you also sort of hoped he didn’t, so that you’d have a clean slate to start with.

“Your destination is on the left,” Google Maps informed you both.

“There it is,” Jacob smiled as he lifted a hand from the wheel to point to the house. It was nice, really nice, and a little tinge of jealousy hit you.

You took a deep breath and gave him a weak smile as you prepared to meet Mr. and Mrs. Barber.

You went through the motions of every great introduction to people who need to like you. So nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things, you have a lovely home, all that good stuff. Laurie, his mom, was bubbly and kind, and insisted you not call her Mrs. Barber because it made her feel old, apparently; Mr. Barber was a little more stern but still seemed warm enough.

After some basic hand-shaking and introductions, Laurie had explained that she was making dinner. You offered to help but she insisted that you wouldn’t lift a finger while staying in her home. That sure did sound nice, though you felt guilty.

So, while Jacob unpacked your and his stuff in the guest bedroom, and while Laurie was cooking, you and Mr. Barber were stuck together in the living room.

“We’ve been hearing a lot about you,” he informed you.

“Oh, r-really?” you stammered. “Only good things, I hope.”

“Only great things,” he assured.

You nodded, not sure what to say but realizing the conversation was going to peter out quickly…

“You can relax,” he encouraged with a smile, “we’re not giving you the third-degree or anything.”

You let out a little laugh of relief, trying to keep from looking too rigid. “I’m sorry,” you sighed, “I just really want to make a good impression.”

“You already have,” he assured you. “You’re a natural.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” you laughed nervously, “I’ve never met anybody’s parents before. I mean, of course I’ve met people’s parents, just not a boyfriend’s or anything— that’s not usually my sort of thing…”

His eyes went a little wide, and you mirrored it as you realized the implication. “Oh, I don’t mean— it’s not like I only do hook-ups or something, I don’t do that, I just meant I’ve never really had a serious relationship before—” oh god, is that a bad thing to say? Does it make me seem like I’m too immature for Jacob; or does he not think we’re serious? “I mean, it’s not like we’re serious serious, it’s not— we haven’t really— we’re not thinking that far ahead, we’re young and all that…” God, even Jacob and I haven’t had this conversation, why am I having it with his father?!

“Well, whatever it is that you two are, he seems to care for you greatly.”

“That’s… good to hear,” you sighed, hoping you could just keep your mouth shut for a few minutes. Awkward silence was leagues better than this.

“The weather’s great so I thought we could sit outside for dinner!” Laurie suggested.

“Sounds lovely, honey,” Mr. Barber nodded, jumping off of the couch at any excuse to get out of this conversation. You resisted the urge to hide your face in your hands.

Their patio was spacious and covered in meticulously-gardened plants, with a glass table that had already been set with four place settings. You helped carry out some of the food and took your seat in the wrought iron chair.

“Do you want any wine, sweetie?” Laurie offered as she turned towards you, bottle in hand.

“Oh, I’m not twenty-one yet,” you explained quickly.

“Well, yeah,” Laurie raised an eyebrow, “but we’re not so sheltered, we know what college kids get up to— just a glass won’t hurt.”

“You’re kind to offer,” you relented, “but I don’t drink.”

“Really?” Laurie questioned, looking a little incredulous.

“Really,” Jacob butted in. He laughed when his mother gave him a look of surprise. “Yeah, I know, she’s like, the one person at Harvard who’s sober.”

“Finally, a little respect for the law in this house,” Mr. Barber added as he stepped out onto the patio.

“You want a glass, honey?” she asked him, seeming to ignore his apparent distaste for her offering alcohol to you.

“Sure,” he nodded, taking a seat.

“So,” Mr. Barber addressed you as he sat down, “what are you majoring in?”

“English,” you answered with a nervous smile.

“And what do you wanna do with that?”

“Whatever lets me read as much as majoring in it allows me to,” you chuckled.

“Do you think you’ll go to graduate school, get a Master’s?” he pressed.

“Actually,” Jacob interjected, “she’s thinking of going for a doctorate.”

Mr. Barber turned back to you with an impressed expression. “Wow! Smart girl.”

Something about him calling you ‘girl’ made you feel yourself blush slightly, and shift in your seat. Or maybe it was the praise. Still, for some reason it coming from him felt wrong but wonderful at the same time. “Um, I suppose so…”

It continued on like that for a while; he and Laurie asked you questions, you and Jacob told a few stories. Mr. Barber managed to get you to open up a little and not be so worried about him judging you or assessing you all the time. But then again, you’d heard he was a bigshot lawyer so he probably knew how to get people comfortable and talking so he could go in for the kill.

Sometimes you caught him looking at you like he was about to go in for that kill at any moment.

“Do you think it went okay?” you asked with faux nonchalance as you slipped into bed, watching Jacob brush his teeth in front of the mirror.

“Okay? I fink it went greaf!” he responded, the toothbrush in his mouth making his words difficult to parse.

You laughed a little at his silliness, though you were glad to hear he thought it was a successful day.

“And they don’t mind us sharing a bed?”

Jacob snorted with a quick laugh before spitting out his toothpaste into the sink. “They’re not conservative like that,” he dismissed with a shake of his head. “I mean, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, it’s normal for us to share a bed.”

You nodded because it was true, but you also found yourself twisting a piece of your hair between three fingers; you wondered if his parents assumed that you two did everything that was normal for boyfriends and girlfriends to do… and, as always, you wondered if Jacob was growing impatient with you in that regard. He always said that he didn’t mind and was going to wait as long as you needed, but it was still hard to believe. Sometimes you just wished he would break up with you so that he wouldn’t have to deal with celibacy and you wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt.

“You ready for bed?” he prompted, tearing you from your train of thought as he sat down on the other side of the bed.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you agreed with a nod, laying down completely and plugging in your phone.

Jacob switched off his bedside lamp, and you were ready to fall asleep, but he quickly pulled you into him.

Oh, yes, cuddling. This was normal, this was expected; you should feel relaxed right now, and not nervous and confused. You tried to force yourself to, but it didn’t really work.

He hummed contentedly, kissing behind your ear. “Goodnight, honeybun.”

Another girl would love this kind of attention. Any girl should. You smiled, but it was fake. “Goodnight, Jake,” you replied quietly. You really did like him, you never doubted that. But as he drifted to sleep beside you and you took in the surroundings of Jacob’s old room— renovated and updated, but still feeling like the graveyard of a childhood— you couldn’t help but question why you were here at all when you knew, deep down, that this relationship was missing something that couldn’t be found.

You woke up for no particularly good reason in the middle of the night, a habit of yours. Squinting as you lifted up and unlocked your phone, you read the clock: 2:16 a.m.

You sighed and realized that you weren’t going to be able to get back to sleep, at least for a while.

Peeling Jacob’s limp arm off of you and slipping out from underneath the comforter, you tiptoed out of the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

The streetlights cast faint yellow light into the kitchen, enough that you could see somewhat; enough that you didn’t stub your toe, thankfully.

You did your best to open the refrigerator quietly as you searched for a snack. I could make a sandwich but that’s a bit too much food. There’s so much weird diet food in here, is that Mr. or Mrs. Barber’s? A glass of juice probably isn’t enough. Yogurt? Hmm, maybe…

“Burning the midnight oil?” the deep and smooth voice of Mr. Barber came from behind you.

You jumped a little as you spun around, finding him standing in the entryway to the kitchen, wearing pajamas and a smug little smile. You let go of the door and it slowly closed itself; Mr. Barber turned on a dim light and you were able to see him a little better.

“I think we’re a little bit past midnight, sir,” you chuckled softly.

He seemed slightly uncomfortable with the title, shifting awkwardly and clearing his throat.

“Did I wake you up?” you asked, concerned.

“No, no, not at all,” he shook his head. “I haven’t been sleeping so well recently. A finger of scotch usually helps…”

For some reason, him telling you this felt too intimate. You cleared your throat nervously as he poured the aforementioned drink into a crystal glass.

“You really don’t drink?” Andy asked you suddenly, and you laughed a little.

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you guys to believe!” you replied.

“No, no, I believe you…” he trailed off. “I guess I’m just surprised because Jacob seems really into the party scene. You two seem sort of opposite in a lot of ways.”

“Yeah, we are,” you admitted. “I think it works for us.”

“You keep him honest?”

“I keep him from failing out,” you scoffed, though as soon as you’d said it, you instantly regretted your brutal honesty.

“Ah, I get it,” Andy smirked. “He’s partying while you’re back in the dorm studying enough for the both of you.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he instructed, a little more stern than you anticipated. “With what I do for a living, I’ve learned to spot a lie from a mile away.”

You swallowed, thinking this was getting a bit out of hand already. “Well, I ought to get back to bed,” you realized, “and… so should you.”

As you stood up and started to walk past him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you.

“Mr. Barber, I—”

“Call me Andy,” he encouraged, stepping closer until you were pressed against the wall and he was pressed against you, finally releasing your arm but leaving you just as trapped. This close up, your height difference was staggering.

“O-okay, Andy, I don’t—”

“Has he fucked you yet?”

The question made your eyes shoot wide open and your stomach burn with embarrassment. How could he ask you something like that? But he seemed cool and collected, staring down at you as he took the last sip of his scotch and set the glass aside.

“I think as his father, I have a right to know,” he added firmly.

“I… we don’t… he and I aren’t…”

“So, no?”

You nodded quickly.

“Well, why not? Is there something wrong with him?”

No, there’s nothing wrong with him at all, and I hate that about him because I should love him but I don’t. “N-no!”

He looked you up and down quickly before responding. “I can’t imagine how he keeps his hands off you…”

You knew you shouldn’t be enjoying this kind of attention, especially from your boyfriend’s father, but something about his gaze made shivers erupt in its wake. You looked away and forced yourself to remember everything great about Jacob.

“He’s been very patient with me,” you explained shakily. “He knows I’m not ready.”

“Not ready?”

“To be with someone… that way…”

You shivered when his fingers began to toy with the hem of your nightgown. “This is nice,” he complimented softly.

“Um, thank you…”

“You’re a very beautiful girl,” he informed you, leaning in a little closer.

“I—” you began, but he was already about to kiss you. You almost melted into it, you almost let your eyes flutter shut as you tilted your head; thankfully, you stopped yourself at the last second, pushing your hands against his chest. He was strong enough that your protest would’ve been useless if he hadn’t chosen to stop in the moment.

“Andy, your wife…” you explained weakly.

“She hasn’t touched me in years,” he grimaced. “She just wants my money, and the appearance of the perfect family. You have no idea what it’s like to lie next to someone every night and still be completely alone.”

For a split second, Jacob flashed in your mind and you wondered if you did have an idea.

“I’m… sorry to hear that…” you mumbled. “But I can’t— you can’t—”

He lifted your chin with one finger, and you looked up at him with wide doe eyes. “Is he treating you right, sweetheart? Is he everything you deserve? Don’t lie to me…”

“He’s…” you whispered shakily, unsure how to respond, “he’s great.”

Andy chuckled incredulously, seemingly not believing your answer. “Listen, he’s my son; I love him, obviously. But I know his flaws better than anyone. And even though I like to think he’s smarter than a lot of boys his age, they’re all the same when it comes to one thing: girls.”

“I think he’s pretty smart in that regard,” you defended.

“If he was smart, he would be taking you to nice places, buying you nice things, treating you right. If he was smart, he would’ve fucked you already. If he was smart,” he smirked a little, “he wouldn’t have left you alone with me.”

His hand slipped under the bottom of your nightgown, grabbing your thigh.

“Andy!” you yelped, but he lifted a finger to his mouth with a soft shushing noise.

“Don’t wanna wake anybody, now do you?”

I kinda do though… you thought to yourself.

His fingers travelled higher and higher, nearly brushing against the edge of your panties; you shivered, wondering if you should stop him, and if so, how.

Your hands were still resting on his chest from when you’d tried to push him away, but instead of fighting back all they did was clench and pull at the soft cotton of his t-shirt as his pointer finger hooked into your underwear and pulled them down.

The thick, calloused pad of his finger swiped through your folds, and you bit your lip. Something about it being the middle of the night, about the forbidden nature of it all, about the way his gaze burned right through you made your entire body so sensitive. He found your clit instantly, and barely had to touch it to get you bucking your hips into his touch; you only somewhat managed to suppress your gasp.

He leaned in to kiss you again, but this time it actually came to fruition and his lips were soft but determined against your own. You reciprocated eagerly, eliciting a little smile from him as you both realized how bad you wanted this even when you shouldn’t. The moment his tongue slipped into your mouth was also the moment his middle finger slid into your tight and pulsing channel. You moaned with surprise and it mixed with his own soft groans while your tongues intermingled.

A second finger joined his first, stretching your walls and making you nearly bite down on his lip in your mouth. He smiled and twisted them within you, pushing right against a spot that made your knees weak, while his thumb stretched out to keep circling around your clit.

He broke the kiss to watch your face, admiring the way your brows furrowed together, and your eyes fluttered shut, and your swollen lip caught between your teeth. Your head fell back against the wall, the effort of supporting it suddenly seeming too much, and it caused you to look up at him and make some awkward yet sensual eye contact.

“Has he ever made you come like this?” he whispered, jealousy apparent in his tone. You shook your head ‘no.’ “Has anyone ever made you come like this?” You shook your head again. “Fuck,” he groaned. “Including yourself?”

You nodded and he laughed a little, stooping down to kiss your neck. “Always such a good girl, huh?”

His tone shifted as realization crossed over his face. “Baby… am I the first thing that’s ever been inside you?”

You bit your lip, feeling a bit embarrassed, and nodded again.

He groaned and pressed his hips forward into your hip; the hard shape of his cock against you made you gasp. “Feel what you do to me?” he smirked. “God, you’re too fuckin’ perfect…”

“A-Andy, ‘m close,” you whimpered

“Come on my fingers, sweet girl,” he encouraged. “I wanna see how pretty you look when you let go.”

It felt like a wave of sensation was about to crash over you, faster than you knew how to handle it. You reached down and tried to push him away by the forearm, an instinctive way to run from the intensity of the feeling as it started to make your eyes roll back and your toes go numb. But he was too strong; your fighting was useless as his fingers kept fucking into you and pressing against your constricting walls.

“No, baby, you can take it,” he hissed. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Just as you were sure you were about to scream, his other hand clapped over your mouth. You could feel the hard shape of his wedding ring against your lips and just as guilt hit you, so did your orgasm. Your knees went weak; you would’ve fallen if it weren’t for the hand inside you all but holding you up.

Your moans were muffled into his calloused palm as pleasure rippled through you. You felt your channel grip his fingers at the same time as a gush of arousal coated his hand and even began to drip down to his arm.

Your breathing slowly stabilized, and Andy trusted you enough to finally take his hand away. He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, licking them with a smirk. “You taste like heaven, honey,” he praised. “Go ahead, clean off my fingers,” he instructed as he pressed the fingers into your mouth; it was already hanging slack from exhaustion. You closed your lips and sucked on his fingers, moaning at your own taste and at the way his skin felt on your tongue.

Once he was apparently satisfied with your work, the hand in your mouth moved back and instead wrapped around your neck as you whimpered.

“Tomorrow,” he growled against your ear. “I’m gonna get you alone, and we’re gonna finish this.”

You were a little too busy panting to respond to that. Honestly, you had expected that you would have some post-nut clarity at this point, or even just be satisfied once you’d reached your peak. But apparently not; even still coming down from it, you already wanted more. With a sigh, you realized that you were already completely addicted to Andy Barber, and you were going to come back for more as soon as you could.

“Tomorrow,” you agreed in a raspy whisper.

(part 2) // (part 3)

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