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multch · 4 months ago

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Accident.

No outbreak! Joel Miller x Reader [18+] CW: Unspecified age gap \ touching \ suggestive content\ afab Reader

After a wardrobe malfunction at the beach, Mr Miller decides he’s gotten too close- enough is enough- but he couldn't have anticipated the constant teasing that would follow suit..

Sand, sun and some eye-candy, Nothing could be better than this!

Finally coming back home felt fantastic after months away at college. Not only would you get to crash on the much larger bed of your old room but you would also be around for the elaborate summer holidays your parents would take.

Your family was enthusiastic.. To say the least. They were always ecstatic when it came to organizing what annual ‘event’ they would host. You hoped it would be just a simple trip with you and your siblings like last year- maybe someplace where you wouldn’t have to suffer the sweltering heat waves that summer kept offering- Like England or Newzeland!

Unfortunately, your parents had something else in mind:

The beach.

With people you hardly know.

With THE Joel Miller practically babysitting you while they organize it.

Fuck.

Joel Miller has been a friend of both of your parents for a few years now. Having first met him as a helping hand while officially moving out of your parents’ house, he’s proven himself exceptionally helpful. You almost feel bad- You know your dad always makes sure he’s paid for his work, however; you felt like you, personally, had never thanked him properly.

Heck- You’d be happy to thank him quite thoroughly if you know what I mean…

You could never shake the thoughts you've had since you two first locked eyes. A simple gesture sparking many moons of passionate yearning. Thinking about his muscular arms, his sculpted face and the dark tone of his restless voice. Perhaps even the sounds it would make if your hands wandered achingly slow down his solid chest and towards his big, hard, throbbing…

You wish! Your little crush on him was absolutely trampled on 2 years ago by the sly comment you heard him tell your parents one night. Apparently he had started dating again- probably found someone already, afterall, it has been 2 years..

Still… you couldn’t help but wonder if a beach party could be your chance- maybe not to do.. anything… but you could at least muster up the courage to ask him if he's taken or not.

Right?

You felt butterflies in your stomach, swearing this was a make or break decision.

It took hours of pacing and rapid texting-the night before- but finally you had picked out the perfect bikini for tonight.

It was baby-blue in a gingham print. The bikini itself tied together on both hips and one in-between your breasts- joining in a dainty little bow you had spent ages worrying if it didn't look “effortless enough.” It was cute enough to be semi casual while being mature enough that your relatives wouldn't keep acting like you were an actual child.

You couldn’t help but second guess yourself… Was the effort really worth it? It's just a small get together after all, why would you need to impress anyone?…

Would you actually impress him?

Could you ever impress him?

In the blink of an eye, you gasped at the sudden grasp around your tits. Those hands were large and powerful. They were panicked- almost hesitant however he didn’t seem too keen on letting go. As the wave finished toppling over you two, Joel swiftly pulled you around to face him.

The sight was mouth watering.

Flushed bright red, Joel was quick to glare into your eyes- His were brimming with concern yet crystal clear with honesty and the determination to protect your honor. His hair was wet and sat tousled over his eyes. You couldn’t help but gaze at his bitten lip as he concentrated so deeply between the valley of your breasts- almost as if he was staring directly into your heart.

It thumped as if it were about to explode.

It might have taken you a few moments to realize but before you could react, Joel was already bent down and trying to re-tie the center string of your bikini top. Being so far out- the waves were ruthless. They crashed over the two of you like an avalanche.

It felt near impossible to keep your balance with Joel tugging you towards him- all the while, the moving sea pulling you-two away from shore.

Instinctively, your hands steadied yourself on Joel’s shoulders. A pink blush spread throughout your face as you began to realize how truly naked you were.

His tanned, bare shoulders were strong and toned from years of strenuous work in the blistering sun. Your exposed stomach fluttering with a flight of butterflies. The memory of his careful touch against a place so sensitive…

His motoring hands slowly came to a stop. As soon as he went to stand up, you quickly dropped your arms. Not knowing where to place them, your hands checked the tight bows around your hips. Luckily, it seemed like your bikini bottoms were secure; however, your top was another story.

The look you gave him was less than impressed…

“Shut up.” He growled without hesitance.

Oh.

It was painfully obvious he was embarrassed.

Cute, you thought.

You shot him back a sly smirk

For a man who spent so long hovering over your bust, his ability to tie the knot was sheepish. Joel had fixed a simple double knot, causing the remaining rope to dangle over your naval.

Letting out a quick sigh, you decided you had enough of the ocean for today. His eyes widened as he felt your brisk grasp on his arm- dragging him back to shore to the best of your ability.

Staring at your phone was useless. The mere thought of today's “incident” was enough to keep you running in circles. You sigh as you fall further into the plush cushions that lined the small sofa. Like many family functions, You've sought refuge in the same old fashioned living room. It was a cramped room tucked far within the back end of the house cluttered with old furniture. Fortunately, the abandoned room was silent compared to outside’s blaring ruckus. It was yours.

… at least, it was.

There in the door frame stood a familiar sight;

“Hey… can I speak to you,” Joel sighed, “about earlier today… I'm sorry for-”

“Groping me?” You snarked.

“God, give me a break would ‘ya,” His brows furrowed as his face slowly turned a light shade of pink, “It was either I did that or else you would’ve flashed everyone!”

For a moment, you get lost within the passionate emotion of his southern drawl. He’s so flustered; it almost seems as if he’s annoyed by you too. Maybe you were too calm? Maybe he was too embarrassed. Regardless, His outrage humored you more than you would like to admit- forcing a chuckle to erupt from within you.

“What? You think this is funny?” He spat- rolling his eyes.

"A little…”

…

The room sat still in deafening silence until…. “BAAHAHAHHAAHAAHAHA- oh my god, ok so maybe a lot,” you giggled, “I'm so sorry but really I don’t see why you care so much?”

Joel was practically fuming. Hot pink- he was humiliated “Get a grip!, damn you little-”

“Did you just tell me to get a grip? I would but it seems you’ve grabbed enough things today for the two of us-”

Before you had the chance to laugh, your eyes widened at the sight of the one and only Joel Miller rushing towards you with a salty smile and a couch pillow hurling towards you.

HWACK! You squealed at the sudden collision. Despite being a pillow, when punted hard enough at a victim, it proves itself as an effective weapon.

“GOT ‘YA!” He gasped- now standing over you. As you opened your eyes, they locked with his.

Your mouth sat smug, readying yourself for a moment to strike back. His eyes! it was for a brief moment yet you were lucky enough to catch them darting down to your lips.

Ha!

Your tactic: the element of surprise. When his gaze returned, it took all your power to summon the courage to muster out the question plastered across your heart for so long.

It was now or never, you assured.

“Jo- Mr Miller,” you stated, “this is so awkward but… I was wondering if you were in a relationship?”

“What's it to you?” He chuckled, shifting to rest his palm on the armrest beside you.

“I… um..” you tightened your grip on the pillow.

The look in his eyes was enough to tell you.

Fuck.

“Ah… shit.., look ‘sweetpea, y'know your daddy and I are buddies…” he tried telling you but he knew he couldn't steer you away.

“And? So what, I'm an adult,” You barked, “C'mon Joel- I really like you!”

The truth came bubbling out, you didn't expect to actually tell him. Not tonight. Not ever. Happily watching from the sidelines was a hobby- you imagined him in your future. Confessing to him; however, was never foreseen. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

With your vision glossing over, this wave of dread was suffocating. Before you could excuse yourself, you felt his familiar grasp on your hand. Unlike before, his touch wasn't hesitant. Instead, his grip was determined, driven yet caring.

He grazed his thumb side to side across the back of your hand. His fingers kissing yours with each rough callous and soft intention.

The surprised action made your eyes widen, you raised your head up high only to see the sight of Joel Miller looking back at you like how one looks at a puppy- as if his heart had melted.

A bright pink flush and bitten lips, it was clear he had something to say stuck on the tip of his tongue.

“Y/N.”

“Joel.”

He bent down and held the side of your face. Dark and hazy, his eyes glazed over with ambition. “You're so pretty, y'know that?” He kissed onto your lips.

With that said, you stretched your arms up and placed them on his broad shoulders, merging your mouth with his. He nipped at your bottom lip, asking for entry. You gave in, allowing him access to explore each and every crevice with his tongue.

Was it mere minutes or years you had been kissing for? You couldn't tell. Regardless, at some point you had to pry yourself apart in order to grant yourself a moment to breathe. Your lips felt so tender and bruised- God, how you missed his touch.

He fell to sit beside you, the old couch creaking as he sat down. “Do you normally make out with men twice your age?” He teased.

“Oh, Shut up!” you said before chucking the pillow at his chest with a loud thud.

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aziraphales-library · 10 months ago

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Helloooooo again! Hope you are doing well! I have a request for some fics and I was wondering if you happen to know if there are any where Aziraphale and Crowley get married in Vegas after a drunk night (this is a very specific niche so if you can’t find any that is perfectly ok!) and it doesn’t even have to be in Vegas, just accidental marriage fics are cool too. Thank you!

Hi! Here are some drunken Las Vegas marriage fics...

to have and to hold, probably by seventhstar (G)

They have long, drawn out arguments about this, if they can even be termed arguments; onlookers inevitably describe their tone of voice as 'fond' and their mode of communication as 'bickering'. The wine is passed back and forth between them. Marriage, Aziraphale argues, is divine. It's about love. It's about making promises, and keeping them. It's about faith and hope and devotion. Marriage, Crowley replies, is infernal. It gives two people who love each other endless opportunities to ruin it. It's about power and money and pain; it's caused more evil than it ever has good. Or, the one where they get drunk married in Las Vegas.

Waking Up In Vegas by Supergeek21 (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale wake up hungover after a night out in Vegas.

Ouroboros by FriendOfLoki (T)

“We should get married!” Crowley blurts out. His face is burning the moment the words leave his mouth and enter into the night. He’s not quite sure how he got here. Or, the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley drunkenly marry each other one night in Las Vegas.

Oops! by Mimsynims (E)

This must be a dream. A fantastic, soul-crushing dream. That’s the only explanation. Right? “Aziraphale, did you hear me?” Bugger. Not a dream. “Pardon, what was that?” Aziraphale reluctantly dragged his eyes from the simple yet perfect ring on his left hand. A ring that matched the one on Crowley’s left hand. His friend, Crowley. Best friends Aziraphale and Crowley are on holiday in Las Vegas. After a getting a bit too drunk the night before, they wake up with wedding rings on their fingers. Sounds like it should be easily dealt with, or is it..?

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos. Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice. …Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

Waking Up Married by Caedmon (E)

"So you’re telling me that my options are either to convince this man I just met and drunkenly married to stay married to me for six months or lose two thirds of a billion pounds?” “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Fergus said. “Fucking shit,” Crowley spat. He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment before rubbing his eyes with his fists. Now his job would be twice as hard. He needed to talk Aziraphale into staying married for six months. Should he try begging or bribing? This was a huge ask, and Aziraphale would be well within his rights to tell Crowley to fuck off. But Crowley was prepared to offer him pretty much anything, up to half of the trust, if that’s what it took. He didn’t care. But that was only part of his concern. Even if he got insanely lucky and Aziraphale agreed to stay legally married to him for the next six months, how the hell was he going to talk Aziraphale into dating him during that time? And was it foolish to even try? One thing at a time, he decided. First, he needed to convince Aziraphale to stay legally married to him. Then he could set about wooing his husband. He hoped.

- Mod D

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redheadspark · 8 months ago

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Hello! I hope it's not too late but can I request dialogue #2 and scenario #2 from the June prompt session with Oliver Wood, please?

A/N - You requested just in time! I hope you like this, thanks for requesting!

Old Times

Summary - Oliver stays at your house for the weekend. It's nothing new...or is it?

Warnings - Just Fluff

“Thank you again for lettin’ me stay over for the weekend,”

“It’s okay! Think of it just like old times,”

Oliver had to laugh as he placed his bag on the spare bed that was across from you in the guest room, you sorting the towels for him and an extra blanket. The sun has already set and the moon was climbing up over the countryside near your little home. Your folks were downstairs and getting ready for bed themselves after a hearty dinner and an hour or two of catching up in the living room with you and Oliver. It felt like old times for you two, since you two were neighbors and used to have these sleepovers all the time.

Both of our parents were old friends, even as far back as going to Hogwarts at the same time when they were young. Your father and his father were massive quidditch fans, they would always talk about the sport when they were together and would spend hours and hours in stats and teams. It made sense that their children would end up playing the sport in school on the same team, but even before that, your dads got the pair of you into the sport very young. You remembered your first game at a professional match, Oliver coming along as the pair of you and your fathers were watching an intense game between Puddlemure United and Chudley Cannons. It was a fantastic game, one you would never forget.

Because of your parents’s jobs that would sometimes have them unavailable for a weekend or two, you and Oliver would spend the night, and at each other’s homes. Mostly because it was fun and you two were close friends, but the times it was a last-minute choice if your folks needed you to stay somewhere. That was rare when it happened, but both families were close enough to watch each other’s children within a second.

It rarely happened when you two got older and went to Hogwarts, but that wasn’t a big deal since you two were in the same house and were still hanging out together in and out of the classrooms and on and off the pitch. You two became a packaged deal, whether it was being on the Quidditch Team together for Gryffindor House or studying together for your academics, you both were always together. But it was something that neither you nor Oliver really thought about, it was a familiar feeling that you both liked and didn’t want to erase or remove.

Christmas Holidays were spent together along with some summer vacations as well. Perhaps it was the long days you two flew together and the deep talks that you both had and confided in one another or maybe it was just the fact that you knew Oliver far more than anyone else in his friend circle. Of course, he would be teased by Fred and George in how you two were merely friends yet Oliver would look at you as if he wanted to jump your bones. Oliver felt embarrassed by those comments. But deep down, without Oliver realizing it, he was falling for you.

He never had a clue it was a mutual feeling.

Oliver had to stay over at your house during the Christmas Holiday in your 7th year, both of his family received owls from his grandmother who was in bad health and they were summoned to help her at her home. Oliver, not wanting to be at his home alone though he was well old enough to, asked your parents if he would stay for the weekend when they came back. There was also a nasty storm that came through the area, and his own mother didn’t want him home alone if something were to happen. Of course, your parents agreed with no hesitation, they too didn’t want anything to happen to Oliver if he was alone at their home. You were only telling yourself that this was just like old times: a basic sleepover with Oliver and nothing beyond that. But then again, it was not helping that he became more attractive over the years and he was sinking more and more into your heart as the days passed.

This time, it was going to feel different. Very different.

“I got extra stuff for you in case it gets too cold since it’s still snowing pretty hard outside,” You explained as you handed him a blanket, “And if you don’t mind, I might bunk in here with you since my bed is too small for me now. Plus this end is more comfortable,”

Oliver’s eyes went wide briefly from you mentioning that you were going to sleeping the opposite bed of him. It shouldn’t be a big deal since you two even shared beds when you two were kids, being able to fit into a bed together and read books until you both fell asleep or chat for hours into the night. It seemed strange now that you two were teenagers, raging on hormones and harboring unsaid feelings for one another.

“Are you sure that’s okay? I mean, with your mum and da and all..” Oliver was about to say to you, but you shrugged.

“I don’t think they’re gonna care,” You replied, then pointing back to the door that led out of the guest room, "I’m gonna grab my pajamas and I’ll come back in,”

Before you could head out the door though, Oliver once again found his voice, “I wanted to tell ya something. Somethin’ that’s been…I’ve been…thinkin’ about a lot,”

You looked back at him, seeing him with you with his big brown eyes and how his fingers started shaking in front of him. Wondering what was going on in his mind, you walked over to stand in front of him, seeing how worried he looked and not himself. He must have had something heavy and very concerned to tell you, making you reach over to take his hand in your own. It felt clammy in yours, which was worse since Oliver was never one to show any nervousness or worry.

“You know when we were younger, we would tell each other we loved each other?” He asked you, you pausing for a moment before realizing what it meant. You two would say that to one another, but that was when you were children and extremely close. It was something that seemed nice to say to each other since you were each other’s safe space, comfort in dire times, before half.

“Bye bye Oliver! I love you!”

“Love you too, Y/N! See ya soon!”

“I do remember that,” You replied, smiling from the memory of you two being so young and not realizing the gravity of the words you would use on one another. It was then that you felt Oliver squeeze your hand in his own, you feeling that tender push of pressure. Something inside of you shifted then, almost like a new heartbeat was felt under your pulse and your eyes widened from the simple yet powerful squeeze of your joined hands. Oliver kept his gaze on you, strong and true, and he took in a long inhale and stoke.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, you standing so still like a statue as he gulped and kept talking, “But maybe in a different way than you think…”

Everything in your mind was slowing down to the point of time almost freezing. Hearing that from your best friend, your one true friend for so long, it almost felt like you were hearing different voices or daydreaming of this moment. You heard nothing but the soft snow falling just outside the window and the flame flickering on the candle that was lit on the dresser beside you, you felt Oliver’s hand in your own and the heart radiating off your cheeks.

But you saw Oliver, the same boy you grew up with, that you fell in love with. And he loved you too.

You pulled him towards you, Oliver coming to you willingly as if you were a siren calling him out to sea, and you both kissed in the guest room. Childhood was gone, it was a thing of the past, and this new blossoming sensation of your future was now unfolding like the morning flower in the rays of the morning sun. His warm lips were on yours as he cupped your face, kissing you like he’d dreamt about it for years. Has he? You have yourself, wondering what his lips would taste like or how it would feel to have his muscle arms around you to pull you in close.

His arms were strong and powerful yet gentle, whereas his lips tasted like mint from his toothpaste and something that was distinctly Oliver.

You both ended up pushing the two ends together to be in the middle, snuggling together under the covers as you both fell asleep in each other’s arms blissfully happy. Your mother would poke her head in during the wee Horus of the morning, her heart warm at the sight and inwardly she was happy you two finally got together.

The End

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becomingkatie · 10 months ago

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Eclipse Trip 2024 || Burlington, VT

Burlington is one of the few places I think Ken and I could agree to move to. (I love Atlanta and would move back in a heartbeat but Ken won’t go south of here; I don’t really want to move time zones and go west.) My uncle and his husband live here (I always say “my uncles” but then people think it’s a big chunk of my family, but no it’s just the one couple) and we visited them once pre-pandemic. They showed us around and I talked for ages about moving up there. I still love it.

We originally planned to go to Ohio and do Cedar Point, but it’s not open this early in the year. So last April, a year out, we paid like $300 a night for a holiday inn express in south Burlington. It was completely booked, along with everywhere else. It was hands-down the busiest I’ve ever seen a hotel breakfast. Every seat at every table full!

I convinced Ken to agree to a glass blowing class and it was a highlight for sure! We made cups! It’s one of those crafts that I just don’t know how anyone gets into unless they have a family member who does it. Like, the entry into it just seems so tough. But a one-hour class was a really good insight into it.

On Sunday we scoped out potential viewing spots. We picked a park on the lake 3 miles from our hotel so we could walk there and back and not deal with parking. We were there around 4:30, so later than the eclipse would be the next day, but could still get an idea of where the sun would be in the sky when thinking of potential spots to sit and watch. It was funny, us and everyone else walking around, whispering because we didn’t want to share our thoughts about where we planned to be.

Ultimately, it was busy but not insane. We were still quite a bit south of downtown and the university campus, which I think was much more packed. We picked up bagel sandwiches to bring with us and had little portable camp chairs. We got there a bit before noon, and totality was at 3:26. I loved seeing all the dogs. The feeling of community during totality was really cool.

Now that we’ve experienced it, we both say we’d travel under 3 hours to see it again (not the 10 hours we traveled this time), or further if it was somewhere we had family or otherwise already wanted to visit. But we wouldn’t plan more eclipse vacations just to see more eclipses. We’re both really glad we did this one though!

The drive home took 12 hours instead of 10. Since the eclipse was a Monday, travel in was spread out between some people coming in Saturday and some on Sunday, but basically everyone left Tuesday and it was bad traffic. Then we stopped at Panera and discovered they changed the menu and no longer have any of Ken’s favorite items!

Overall a fantastic trip, even with the tough journey home. I’m not allowed to send Ken Zillow links to Burlington homes for a month - he’s convinced the vacation excitement will wear off, and with it my desire to move. But I have a vision of myself in Chelsea boots boiling sap from a tree in my yard to make maple syrup and I will not let go of this imagined Vermont Katie.

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pintsizemama · 1 year ago

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Blizzard

Day 29

Summary: You get stuck at Maxwell’s after Christmas.

Pairings: Maxwell Lord x You, Maxwell Lord x Named Reader (Maggie Stark)

Fandom: Marvel & DC

Rating: Mature

Warnings: language, pining

Word Count: 697

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Maxwell watched you napping on his sofa. You were so goddamn gorgeous. He had kept his word on Christmas Eve and had been the perfect gentleman. It had been a fantastic night. He was utterly charmed by you. His own charm must have worked on you as well, because you had agreed to stay the night. He couldn’t remember the last time he spent Christmas with someone. It was really nice having you here to share the holiday.

Unfortunately—well, actually very fortunately for him—a blizzard blew in late Christmas afternoon. You had no choice but to stay another night, then another, and another. The storm was still going strong, and Maxwell wished it would never end. The last few days had been bliss. You’d both agreed on a temporary truce. The storm, combined with the isolation of the penthouse, made you both feel as if you were the only two people on earth. Walls had come down, and you were getting to know each other. Maxwell was pretty sure he still pissed you off, but you were warming up to him. And he was more enamored with you than he had ever been.

It drove him insane that his power did not work on you, and he really wanted to know why. He had never had to work so hard to make a woman interested in him. While he never used his gifts to attract women—he found it morally repugnant to coerce a woman into his bed—women usually threw themselves at him. Between his good looks, money, charm, and intelligence, he never had trouble finding a bedmate. You were completely unfazed by all of it. Considering the company you usually kept and the fact that you yourself were also beautiful, rich, charming, and intelligent he wasn’t surprised you were unimpressed by him. He had to actually try with you. Something he was entirely unfamiliar with. He noticed you stirring slightly on the couch, and he walked forward to sit. You blinked before your gaze landed on him. You gave him a beautiful, sleepy smile, and he felt his heart flip.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked in a raspy voice.

“A few hours,” he replied. Your eyes widened in surprise.

“Wow,” you said softly. “I don’t usually sleep well.”

“My couch is very comfortable,” Maxwell said with a shrug. He saw something on your face he didn’t quite understand…as if the deep peaceful sleep you just experienced was rare.

“It’s still coming down out there, huh?” You murmured as you looked out the window.

“Yes,” Max answered. “It should clear up in a day or so.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you said. The slight furrow in your brow puzzled him. You looked almost disappointed. He hoped that was the case. He enjoyed having you in his space.

“We have a lot of work to catch up on,” you said.

“Not really,” he countered. “Most of my staff—and yours—has this week off.”

“Well, I usually work through the end of the year,” you replied.

“You work too much, Maggie,” he said. It was a bit hypocritical coming from him since he was also a workaholic, but he hated to see you run yourself down.

“I like working,” you said, jutting your chin out defiantly.

“I know. But you are allowed to have some fun too.”

“I have fun,” you argued petulantly.

“When?” You racked your brain. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had fun.

“It’s been a while,” you answered honestly.

“Then just relax,” he insisted. “There is literally nowhere for you to go, so enjoy the downtime while you can.” You looked at him a long moment, and he wondered what you were thinking. Finally you nodded.

“Good,” he said with a smile. “Now, about that fun. I have a bowling alley—it’s small, just two lanes.” he cut in when he saw the look you shot him. “So, what do you say, Miss Stark? Think you can beat me?” He saw the glimmer in your eye and knew he had you.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Mr. Lord.”

“I look forward to it,” he said with a grin.

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zohanahmad1 · 9 days ago

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40+ Funny birthday wishes for wife from husband

1. Happy Birthday to my amazing wife! I was going to get you something fabulous for your special day, but then I remembered you already have me. So, you’re welcome!

2. Happy Birthday to my one and only love! I would’ve gotten you a gift as incredible as you are, but then I realized you already have me. So, this year, you just get my eternal love and an extra slice of cake!

3. Happy Birthday to the woman who puts up with my quirks and still loves me anyway. If you can handle my jokes for another year, you deserve a medal. Or at least an extra slice of cake!

4. To my beautiful wife: I’m so glad you’re getting older with me. Let’s celebrate your special day by pretending I don’t forget anything and don’t accidentally break something. Happy Birthday!

5. Happy Birthday, sweetheart! I’d say you’re like a fine wine, but we both know you’re more like a fantastic cheese—getting better with age and always making everything more delightful. Enjoy your day!

6. Happy Birthday to my amazing wife! I’d make a joke about your age, but I’m not sure I’m brave enough to face the consequences. So, let’s just say you’re 25 and leave it at that!

7. To my wife on your birthday: I’m not saying you’re getting old, but if you were a car, you’d be a classic. And classic cars are worth a lot more, so you’re definitely valuable!

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8. To my true love, happy birthday! I was about to give you something truly unique when I realized you already had me. I’m a pretty good deal, right? Cheers to you putting up with me for another year!

9. Happy Birthday, my love! If I had a dollar for every time I’ve been told how amazing you are, I’d be rich. But since I don’t, let’s just say I’ll give you all my love and a day full of laughter!

10. Happy Birthday to the woman who stole my heart and hasn’t given it back! I guess that makes you a heart thief—and a really good one at that. A day as amazing as you are is ahead of us!

11. Happy Birthday to my wonderful wife! Recall that age is merely a number, albeit a very high one in your case. Just kidding! You’re as young and beautiful as ever—especially after a few glasses of wine!

12. To my beautiful wife on your special day: I’d say you’re like a fine wine, but let’s be real, you’re more like an espresso—always full of energy and capable of keeping me awake at all hours!

13. Happy Birthday to my fantastic wife! I’d write you a love poem, but I’m no Shakespeare. Instead, I’ll just say you’re the queen of my heart and the reason I smile every day. Now let’s eat some cake!

14. Happy Birthday, sweetheart! They say wisdom comes with age, but I think we both know that you’ve been wise way before today. So here’s to another year of your brilliance—and my questionable jokes!

15. Happy Birthday to my incredible wife! I’d like to give you a perfect day filled with everything you love. Unfortunately, that means I’ll have to do the dishes for the next week. Deal?

16. Happy Birthday to the woman who makes every day feel like a holiday. If anyone asks, I’m totally not bribing you to stay with me by promising cake and presents!

17. Happy Birthday to my lovely wife! I was going to get you a gift that’s as amazing as you are, but then I realized that’s impossible. So, I’m just going to give you my undivided attention and a lot of love!

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18. Happy Birthday! If I could give you anything, it would be a lifetime supply of laughter, joy, and patience. Since I can’t, I’ll settle for a birthday card and a promise to try not to mess up the cake this year!

19. To my gorgeous wife: Remember, age is just a number. It is a very high amount in your situation! But don’t worry, you still look fabulous and you always will!

20. Happy Birthday to my wife, who still looks amazing even after all these years! If I had to choose between a million dollars and you, I’d choose you. Mostly because you’d make sure I don’t spend all the money!

21. Happy Birthday! They say that with age comes wisdom, but I’ve noticed you’re just as charming and witty as ever. Maybe it’s all that practice putting up with me!

22. Happy Birthday to the love of my life! If I had to spend a lifetime with anyone else, I’d probably just choose to be single. So, here’s to another year of putting up with my nonsense!

23. To my amazing wife: Every day with you is like a celebration, but today, let’s make it official. I promise to not mess up the birthday cake this year… well, I’ll try my best!

24. Happy Birthday to my beautiful wife! I thought about getting you something really extravagant, but then I remembered that I’m already a pretty great gift. Enjoy your day!

25. Happy Birthday! If you ever wonder how much I love you, just remember that it’s enough to tolerate your occasional bad puns and your obsession with reality TV. Have a fantastic day!

26. To my fabulous wife: Aging gracefully is an art, and you’ve certainly mastered it. Just remember, no matter how old you get, I’ll always be the goofy guy who’s madly in love with you!

27. Happy Birthday to the woman who stole my heart and still has it locked up somewhere. I’d ask for it back, but I’m way too happy to have you around to care!

28. Happy Birthday! Let’s celebrate with cake, laughter, and maybe a little bit of me trying not to burn down the house with my cooking. Cheers to you, my love!

29. Happy Birthday, my love! I was going to get you something truly special, but then I realized that’s impossible because you already have me. I hope you have as equally amazing day as you do!

30. To my amazing wife: Another year older and wiser, but don’t worry—I’m still here to make sure you never take life too seriously. Let’s enjoy ourselves as though we’re still in our twenties!

31. Happy Birthday to the woman who is always right—except when it comes to picking the right TV show. Let’s celebrate your special day with a marathon of your favorites!

32. To my wife on your birthday: I’d say you’re like a fine wine, but we both know you’re more like a great cheese—getting better with age and always bringing a smile to my face!

33. Happy Birthday! I was going to get you a present that shows just how much I love you, but then I realized you already have me. So, here’s to another year of tolerating my jokes!

34. Happy Birthday to my beautiful wife! I was going to write you a heartfelt poem, but then I realized I’m better at making you laugh than at poetry. Here’s to a day full of joy and terrible puns!

35. To my wife on your birthday: You’re like a superhero to me—saving the day and making everything better. The only difference is that you don’t wear a cape, but you totally should!

36. Happy Birthday, my love! I was going to get you a gift that reflects how amazing you are, but then I thought, ‘Why bother? She’s already stuck with me!

37. Happy Birthday to the woman who makes every day brighter! If I could give you anything, it would be a lifetime supply of laughter. Since that’s not possible, I’ll just keep telling bad jokes!

38. To my wonderful wife: Here’s to another year of pretending I know what I’m doing. I promise to continue being your personal comedian and biggest fan. Happy Birthday!

39. Happy Birthday! I wanted to get you something that shows just how much I love you, but then I remembered that you already have me—and that’s priceless!

40. To my amazing wife on your birthday: I’d like to thank you for always being there to make me laugh. Your presence is the best gift I could ever ask for—plus, it’s way cheaper than a new car!

41. Happy Birthday! You’re still as fabulous as ever, even if your age now requires a little more maintenance. Don’t worry, I’m here to help with that maintenance—starting with cake!

42. To my beautiful wife: Another year older and still fabulous! I’m so lucky to have someone who makes getting older look so good. Here’s to a day filled with everything you love!

43. Happy Birthday to the woman who’s always been my rock and my biggest cheerleader. If you can handle me, you can handle anything—so this year should be a piece of cake!

44. Happy Birthday! I was going to get you a gift that matches your beauty, intelligence, and charm, but then I realized nothing could top having me. So, enjoy your special day!

45. To my amazing wife: Age is just a number, but your awesomeness is limitless. Here’s to a birthday filled with fun, laughter, and only a minimal amount of my bad jokes!

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sherrywarraich · 15 days ago

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40+ Funny birthday wishes for wife from husband

1. Happy Birthday to my amazing wife! I was going to get you something fabulous for your special day, but then I remembered you already have me. So, you’re welcome!

3. Happy Birthday to the woman who puts up with my quirks and still loves me anyway. If you can handle my jokes for another year, you deserve a medal. Or at least an extra slice of cake!

6. Happy Birthday to my amazing wife! I’d make a joke about your age, but I’m not sure I’m brave enough to face the consequences. So, let’s just say you’re 25 and leave it at that!

7. To my wife on your birthday: I’m not saying you’re getting old, but if you were a car, you’d be a classic. And classic cars are worth a lot more, so you’re definitely valuable!

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10. Happy Birthday to the woman who stole my heart and hasn’t given it back! I guess that makes you a heart thief—and a really good one at that. A day as amazing as you are is ahead of us!