#JELLY ROLL WIFE REAL NAME

[unitedstatesofworld]

The Life of Jelly Roll's Wife: A Journey of Love, Resilience, and Fame

Love, they say, is a rollercoaster—a ride filled with ups, downs, twists, and turns. But when it comes to the love story of Jelly Roll and his wife, it feels more like a rock ballad. From the dark days of struggle to the bright lights of stardom, Jelly Roll’s wife has been his anchor, his muse, and his partner in every sense of the word. If you’ve ever wondered about the woman who captured the heart of this country rap sensation, you’re in the right place. Let’s dive into their incredible journey together!

Who Is Jelly Roll's Wife?

Jelly Roll, whose real name is Jason DeFord, may be the one grabbing headlines, but it’s his wife who often steals the show in his personal life. So, who is the woman behind the man, the one who keeps him grounded while he navigates the tumultuous waves of fame?

Jelly Roll's wife, Bunnie DeFord (also known as Bunnie XO), is much more than just a supportive spouse. She's a model, podcast host, and entrepreneur with a massive following of her own. Their love story isn't just one of romance—it's a tale of partnership, growth, and shared dreams. In a world where celebrity marriages often crumble under pressure, Jelly Roll and Bunnie have managed to build something solid, something real. But it hasn’t always been an easy ride.

The Early Days: From Struggles to Success

Before Jelly Roll became a household name, he was hustling in the streets, trying to make ends meet while chasing his dreams. Life wasn't always kind to him, but through it all, Bunnie was there. She saw the potential in him long before the world did and believed in his talent when others doubted him.

Their relationship began at a time when Jelly Roll was still finding his way, and Bunnie played a significant role in helping him navigate the rough terrain. They didn't meet on the red carpet or at a glamorous event. Instead, their paths crossed in a more unconventional setting, one that matched the gritty, real-world vibes of Jelly Roll's music. From the beginning, they connected on a deeper level, finding solace in each other's company amidst the chaos of their lives.

The Role of Bunnie in Jelly Roll's Career

Behind every successful artist, there’s often a partner who’s been there through thick and thin. For Jelly Roll, that person is Bunnie. She’s been his biggest cheerleader, the one who stood by him when the odds were stacked against him. Whether it's supporting him during tough times or celebrating his victories, Bunnie's influence on Jelly Roll’s career cannot be understated.

In fact, many fans believe that without Bunnie, Jelly Roll might not have achieved the same level of success. She’s not just the woman behind the man—she’s an integral part of his journey. Her understanding of the entertainment industry, combined with her entrepreneurial spirit, has helped Jelly Roll navigate the complexities of fame while staying true to himself.

The Unique Dynamic Between Jelly Roll and Bunnie

What sets Jelly Roll and Bunnie apart from other celebrity couples? It's their raw, unfiltered approach to life and love. They don't shy away from sharing their highs and lows with the world, whether it's through social media, interviews, or even their music. This transparency has endeared them to fans, who see in their relationship a reflection of their own struggles and triumphs.

Bunnie and Jelly Roll’s dynamic is built on mutual respect and a shared sense of humor. They’re not just partners; they’re best friends who genuinely enjoy each other’s company. They laugh together, they cry together, and they face the world together as a united front. This level of closeness is rare, especially in the public eye, but it’s what makes their relationship so special.

How Jelly Roll's Music Reflects His Relationship

If you listen closely to Jelly Roll’s lyrics, you’ll notice that they often reflect his relationship with Bunnie. His songs are filled with raw emotion, honesty, and a sense of vulnerability that speaks to their deep connection. Whether he’s singing about love, loss, or redemption, you can hear the influence of Bunnie in his words.

In many ways, Bunnie is the muse behind some of Jelly Roll’s most powerful songs. She’s the reason he’s able to tap into such deep wells of emotion and share them with the world. Their relationship isn’t just a backdrop to his music—it’s the heart and soul of it.

Overcoming Challenges Together

Like any couple, Jelly Roll and Bunnie have faced their fair share of challenges. The pressures of fame, the demands of their careers, and the complexities of their pasts have all tested their relationship. But rather than letting these obstacles tear them apart, they’ve used them as opportunities to grow stronger together.

One of the most notable challenges they’ve overcome is Jelly Roll’s struggle with addiction. Bunnie has been open about the difficulties they faced during this time, but she never wavered in her support for Jelly Roll. She stood by him as he fought to get clean, and her unwavering faith in him played a crucial role in his recovery.

The Public's Fascination with Jelly Roll's Wife

Fans are often fascinated by Jelly Roll's wife, not just because of her striking appearance and confident personality but also because of the role she plays in his life. Bunnie isn’t just a celebrity wife who stays in the background—she’s a public figure in her own right, with her own career and fanbase.

Her openness about their relationship, combined with her down-to-earth attitude, has made her a beloved figure among Jelly Roll’s fans. People are drawn to her authenticity, her willingness to share the less glamorous sides of life, and her dedication to her husband.

The Power of Partnership

At the end of the day, what makes Jelly Roll and Bunnie’s relationship so compelling is the power of their partnership. They’re not just in love—they’re a team, working together to achieve their goals and support each other’s dreams. In a world where many relationships crumble under the weight of fame, they’ve managed to build something lasting and meaningful.

Their story is a reminder that true love isn’t always about grand gestures or fairy-tale endings. Sometimes, it’s about standing by each other through the hard times, believing in each other when no one else does, and finding joy in the little moments. Jelly Roll and Bonnie's relationship is proof that when you have a strong foundation built on love, trust, and respect, you can weather any storm.

Lessons We Can Learn from Jelly Roll and Bunnie

There’s a lot we can learn from Jelly Roll and Bunnie’s relationship. Here are a few key takeaways:

Support Each Other's Dreams: Bunnie’s unwavering support for Jelly Roll has been a crucial factor in his success. Their story shows how important it is to believe in your partner’s dreams and to be there for them every step of the way.

Be Honest and Transparent: Jelly Roll and Bunnie are known for their honesty and openness, both with each other and with the public. This transparency has helped them build a strong, trusting relationship.

Find Joy in the Journey: Despite the challenges they’ve faced, Jelly Roll and Bunnie have always found ways to enjoy the journey. Their sense of humor and shared love for life have helped them stay connected and happy together.

Stick Together Through Tough Times: Life isn’t always easy, but Jelly Roll and Bunnie’s relationship is a testament to the power of sticking together through thick and thin. Their love has been tested, but it’s also been strengthened by the challenges they’ve faced.

Conclusion

Jelly Roll wife, Bunnie, is living proof that love can thrive even in the most challenging circumstances. Their relationship, built on mutual respect, honesty, and a deep connection, is a powerful example of what it means to be true partners in life. From the early days of struggle to the heights of fame, they’ve stood by each other, proving that with the right person by your side, anything is possible.

So, the next time you listen to a Jelly Roll song, take a moment to appreciate the woman who has been his muse, his rock, and his greatest supporter. Jelly Roll’s wife isn’t just a part of his story—she’s a part of his soul, and their love story is one for the ages.

[biographygen]

Bunnie Deford Biography, Age, Wiki, Birthday, Real Name, Height, Parents

Dive into the intriguing life of Bunnie Deford! Uncover her real name, age, height, and fascinating background. Join us in celebrating her journey and be inspired! #BiographyGen #BunnieDeford #InspiringJourney #LifeStory #UnveilingThePast

Read here: https://www.biographygen.com/bunnie-deford-age-birthday-real-name-parents/

[051093]

“you’re such a good girl.”

prompt #105 with jumin, in which he stays impressively professional. nsfw.

Charismatic. Gracious. Businesslike. Not at all with his wife between his legs and her fingers wrapped around his cock. That is how he needs to come across.

“Governor Nam,” he greets. “To what do I owe this honor, sir?” Perfect.

“Mr. Han! Please allow me to offer my sincerest apologies for calling so late; I heard from your father that today is your birthday and merely called to offer my well wishes… ”

Your tongue darts past your lips to swipe over his throbbing head. Jumin gnaws on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning, but there’s no stopping the way his eyes roll back in his head, the way his limbs turn to jelly.

“I appreciate you making the time, sir. My father told me you’re busier than ever as of late, with the investor meetings and all. How are they going?”

You ease him into it, swirling your tongue over his tip until his thighs are trembling beneath your fingertips; then, without warning whatsoever, you sink your mouth down on his cock until it’s hot and pulsing against the back of your throat. Jumin’s head knocks back against the headboard.

“Yes, sir. That can definitely be arranged. I’m sure my father and I could use the vacation.” You gag purposefully around his cock, the walls of your throat closing around him in a way you know he adores; his mouth goes slack, breath leaving his lips in a muffled huff. “I hear Laucala Island is beautiful this time of year.”

A single hand strokes down to curl in your hair, long fingers forming a fist and pulling you in against his hips. As if to commend you, to urge you. More. Please.

“I look forward to it as well,” he says. “Thank you so much again for calling, Governor Nam. Have a great rest of your night.”

He hangs up, puts his phone away, and you gag for real when he thrusts up into you, hips slapping against your face, the absolute hunger in his eyes sending a wave of arousal gushing from your cunt.

“You’re such a good girl.” The words cascade from his tongue in a coarse rasp, the breathiness in his voice telling you he’s close. “You did so well for me, angel. So fucking well. A-ah, so fucking well.”

Tears prick at the corner of your eyes when he begins to fuck your mouth: slowly, deeply, so much so that the room is filled with the sounds of your dribbling lips around his cock. Your hands cling to his lips, your throat stinging and mouth clamping down from the sheer depths that he’s reaching, until, inevitably, finally —

Jumin’s entire body stiffens, his hand falling out of your hair, broken moans of profanities and your name falling from his parted mouth. You relish in the release that surround your tonsils and lap at the droplets that leak down the side of his cock, waiting him out.

He sinks back into the mattress when with eyes slanted shut, chest heaving, two shaking words on the tip of his tongue.

“Come here.”

[fandomlovingfreak]

Incidentally In Love (4/?)

Charlie Weasley/Reader

Rating: T and up (Triggers: Pregnancy and maybe commitment)

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Summary: Sleeping with Charlie Weasley was easy. He was charming, and handsome, and was quite talented in bed... Finding out you're pregnant with your casual fuck buddies baby was not easy.

Reader's journey through co-parenting, an overbearing Molly Weasley who wants reader to marry her son to give the baby a "real family", and maybe falling a tiny bit in love with her baby daddy.

Notes: POV change (it’s Charlie’s POV) after the second *** break! Hope you enjoy! 

Enjoy

"What do you want?" he asks as he glances over the Prophet at me. I'm trying not to inhale my food even though I'm starving, and it is seven A.M. on a Friday. I'll probably be a tad bit late to work. My boss gets it, though. He and his wife have three of their own, and he's gone through his fair share of pregnancy weirdness.

"What do I want? For what?" I wipe a bit of jelly off my lip with my finger, popping the digit in my mouth, so I don't waste any of it.

"For the baby." His nose is a little red from the cold November air that always seems to creep into my house no matter how many times I fix it with magic or any of the numerous Muggle ways.

"Like, gender?" I tilt my head, wondering where this came from.

"Yeah. Do you want one or the other, especially?"

I think about it for a second. Secretly I want a boy. I want the baby to be all Charlie Weasley, but a little girl could be nice as well. Honestly, as long as the baby is healthy. That's what matters. "I don't know, really. Why? Do you have a preference?"

"I think I want a girl," his blue eyes light up, "there are just so many boys in the family already. It could be nice to have a little girl." Oh, that's a sweeter answer than I expected. I don't even know why I expected Charlie to want a boy. Maybe because of how having a son is seen as some sort of 'continuation of a name' prized by many men? I should have known better than to expect Charlie Weasley to be anything like other men. 

"That's sweet," I grin, "what would you name her if it were up to you?"

He looks thoughtful for a moment, "I don't know. If I had my way, you know, I'd choose something related to dragons."

"Hebridean Black Weasley has a ring to it, ya know?" 

Charlie rolls his eyes, "That's now what I meant, and you know it, (y/n) (y/l/n)."

"What did you mean then?" I lean forwards in my chair. I'm eager to know if he's come up with something already.

He flushes slightly, looking at his hands, "Maybe name them after one of my dragons?" The laughter spills from my lips when what he said registers. "It's not that funny!" Charlie's so red his hair blends in with the brilliant hue of his face.

"You can't expect me to tell my little girl someday that her father named her after one of the dragons he looks after, Charles!"

He grins, "fine. I guess that would be sort of odd."

Shaking my head, I rub a hand down the barely-there swell of my stomach, "Luckily, we have a lot of time to decide on names, or else you'd end up with quite an interesting name, baby." I glance up at Charlie, who's watching me intently. "What?"

"Nothing," he picks the Prophet back up, hiding behind the pages. Not like it does much to hide him.

"Well, we better be off then. I've been late already twice this week, and I can only use this pregnancy as an excuse so many times before someone's bound to question me."

***

I get through the day without any truly eventful moments. Ever since I made it known to my superiors of my condition, they've been giving me more desk work than usual. Not like I did a ton of work outside of my desk, but the paperwork seems to stack up to the ceiling nearly every day now. 

Per usual, Charlie got me for lunch, which was a nice way to stretch my legs after a morning of dull cases.

"How are you feeling?" He asked like he always did when we walked to the same muggle cafe we went to when I told him I was pregnant. It had become somewhat of a little tradition to go there at least once a week since that day.

"I'm okay. Just needed to stretch my legs. I'm not sure why they think I should sit my entire shift."

"They're probably just making sure you don't get too tired." He shrugs.

I laugh, "I feel like if anything, I'm more tired sitting there all day."

"I could talk to them?" he offers. Charlie Weasley, always the chivalrous Gryffindor.

"Thank you, but I don't think I want my baby daddy coming into my department to tell off my boss." I grin at him.

"Well, if it's bad for the baby and you, then I ought to intervene. But, if that's really not what you want, I'll just have to make it up to you at home." Home? Charlie's been using words like this more frequently than before. It sounds so--domestic. And I can't blame him, honestly. He spends more time in my tiny flat than his parent's house.

Suddenly I'm wondering if...Should I just ask if he wants to move in? Does that make this easier? We can still only be co-parents--well, co-parent's who find themselves in the same bed every night and morning--and no, this is so weird and complicated already. But, how much easier can it get than just moving in together. Charlie won't miss anything then, and we can really effectively be parents. And when the baby comes, it's not like I can be away from them.

My words move faster than my mind, and I find myself blurting out a quick, "what if you moved in?" I'm mortified by myself immediately.

"You want me to move in?"

I open and close my mouth, trying to find my words, "well, you said 'home', and I was just thinking how you practically live in my flat already? And well, logistically, it makes the most sense if you want to be around for all of the babies firsts and everything--But, if you don't want to, I understand. It's a lot to ask..."

"I want to," he clears his throat, "I mean, I want to if that's really what you want."

"Is it going to be too confusing for your family to understand we're just living together because it's easier? Not because we're involved or anything?"

I think I detect a subtle change in his face like he's a little upset that I've brought this up. "No. It's fine. I don't care what they think."

"Okay. I just don't want to give your mother the wrong idea. Cause this is for the baby and simplicity for us." Why I add the last thought...I'm not sure. Maybe I'm convincing the both of us it's not some selfish...feelings thing. We're moving in together as of today because Charlie should be around for the babies' life; living in the same space is the easiest way for all three of us. There are no ulterior reasons why he's moving in, no sir.

"If she does, I'll talk to her." He looks down at the table for a moment.

"Okay, well, I mean, do you need to move anything big in?"

"I don't think I have much more to move in. Pretty much everything I use every day is already at your place."

"Well, then, Weasley..." I try to diffuse the tension by raising my brow and grinning at him, "I guess you're my new roommate."

He rolls his eyes, "Looks like it."

***

"Mum?" I walk in the front door to find my mother hunched over her knitting at the kitchen table. I kick my boots off as she sets down her needles. 

"Charlie! Where's (y/n)?" she comes round the table to kiss my cheek.

"Still at the Ministry finishing up some last-minute paperwork." 

"What a shame. I was just about to start another hat for the baby. What do you think she'd like yellow or purple?" The image of a newborn baby in a yellow hat makes my insides feel fuzzy. 

"Yellow?" I don't actually know if (y/n) would choose yellow, but I don't think she'd object.

"Perfect. Are you staying home tonight or heading back to (y/n)'s flat, dear?"

"Heading back. That's actually what I wanted to talk about. I'm moving in with (y/n)."

Mum's head shoots up, "You're moving in with her? Are you--"

I flush uncomfortably, "No! No, we're not together. (y/n) thought it would be best. I won't miss anything in the baby's life. Plus, we've become quite close, and I don't think she wants to be alone?" Molly Weasley looks like she wants to say something, and I'm pretty sure I know what she wants to say. But, we're not together, and moving in together won't change that. (y/n) made that pretty clear.

"You're sure--"

"I'm sure. It's for the best." She gives me a look, and I know she can detect that there's at least something else there for me.

Taglist: @paigeyisme @hannah220506

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

It's the ✨annoying little shit✨ again

The Gremlin anon😺

Here is the ✨update✨ with what happend ✨yesterday night✨ and also ✨today morning✨

So, after I wrote my roommates conversation with Miss oh honey, I started reading it and

MY GOD!!! GIVE ME A BREAK FROM THE GAY!!!

I'M NOT USED TO THIS KIND OF CONSERN FROM SOMEONE!!! IT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!!

I'M GONNA PASS OUT OF GAY OVERDOSE!!!

I wanna kiss my roommate so bad ;-;

BUT I'M TOO SHY FOR THAT!!!

But before I could panic even more, Miss oh honey gets in (I was in my roommates room because it's bigger than mine since we agreed to sleep together) and asks with big grin on her face "How ya doin?"

"Gay- Gay panic"

"Oh honey you need to make a move soon or roommates name won't handel it"

"What do you mean?"

"Honey you know that they are conserned about you and already doing that ugly sad kitten face"

"I don't think it's ugly"

"Of course you don't, you love roommates name! But now, take my advice and make a bloody move! I WANT PROGRESS IN MY SHIP"

Before I could say anything she got away and shortly after my roommate got back and didn't notice I was there

I was coverd in their blankets like a cotton ball with only my head slightly out, and for the face my roommate was doing they were in auto pilot mode

They literally started changing in front of me

And did I say anything? No cause PANIC

I COULDN'T STOP LOOKING!!!!

I TRIED TO OPEN MY MOUTH TO SPEAK BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND!!!! I COULDN'T AND I FELT LIKE A PERVERT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO LOOK AWAY!!! I FELT SO BAD ABOUT MYSELF!!!

BUT THANKS TO JESUS AND HOLY MOTHER I GOT CONTROL OVER MY HANDS AND COVERD THE REST OF MY HEAD WITH BLANKETS BEFORE MY ROOMMATE TOOK OUT THEIR PANTS!!!

(I could only see their back since they were turned around BUT if they took their pants off... I don't want more panic and gay thoughts so I wont think about it)

As I evolved into a full white ball of blankets I felt a tap on the blankets. I got my head out and I saw my roommate only with a fucking top on, but with a really sofh expression that made me melt

IT WAS SO CUTE!!! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!

But while I panicked they started laughing and saying that I looked like a cute tiny fluff ball

I never blushed so must for a laugh and a compliment, that laugh was music, I want more ;-;/

FUCKING KISS ME ALREADY!!!

But as I keep staring without being able to say anything they grafmdualy stoped laughing and started looking conserned/sad (sad kitty face here we go again) and then they look down and finally notice they are only with a top on and then they say "oh- sorry" and put a shirt on

BUT I'M NOT GONNA BE QUIET THIS TIME AND I WILL SAY SOMETHING

And what I said was "Nice"

Just that... WHY ON HELL DIDN'T I SAY SOMETHING ELSE!?!? WHY GOD??? WHYYYYY!!!!??

But before I died of embaressment they asked "Nice what?"

"You are nice- I mean- I just- You are nice to me! You always have been since the beggining and uuhh... I just- I don't want you to be sad or- or think you are a jerk just because I got embaressed in the kitchen and uuhh-"

"Wait, how do you know about me thinking that?"

"I- I could hear you two talking"

"shit"

And this when I finally notice how hard blushing!!! Were they that embaressed? But before I could jump into conclusions I rembered Miss oh honeys advice abd asked "Uh- glup Why are you so worried about me?"

Looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read and said "It's cause- sigh You've already been through so much... You deserve to at least be confortable in your own house, to have a safe place to yourself... Don't you think?"

I just- Give me second I need to CRY MY EYES OUT!!! WHY ARE TOU SO CUTE!?!? WHY!!!?? WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!???

*incoherent gay gremlin noises*

I didn't notice I was crying until my roommate, with a very conserned voice, asks "Are you ok!? Why are you crying!?"

I kept sobbing until the picked me up, with blankets and all, and hugged me tight

I NEVER FELT SO GAY WITH JUST A HUG!!! IT WAS SO SAFE AND WARM!!!

I MELTED!!! I'M NOW A GAY GREMLIN JELLY!!!

At a certant point they layed down with me and cuddled me. I felt so tiny but yet so loved, it was so good and safe ;w;

Is this what real actually good relationships feel like? Cause I love it ;w;

I'M GAYING SO MUCH OVER THIS!!!

And before we went to sleep, my roommate wiped my tears and said "Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're hella strong"

"snif What do you mean?"

"I mean- I still about that time I saw you knocking out a guy, that was built like a greek god, twice your sise, in front of our door step!"

"Oh that- that was just-"

"Was just hella impressive!!! I ALMOST DROPED MY FOOD!!!"

THIS IDIOT MAKES ME CRY AND THEN LAUGH AND FEEL HELLA GAY ALL THE FUCKING TIME!!! don't GIVE ME A BREAK!!! I NEED TO REST!!! And that's actually what I said to them, but more like this

"Jesus Crist- Look, let's sleep already before I pass out" AND MANAGE TO SOUND FUCKING CASUAL ABOUT IT!!!

It was because I was really tired

BUT STILL COUNTS AS A VICTORY!!!

So, after I said that, my roommate nods in aproval and fucking kisses me in the forehead

WHAT'S WITH YOU AND MY FOREHEAD!!!??

Anyway, we fell asleep and this morning when I woke up, first thing I do is check tumbler, and when I get there I see shitlords ask about gremlin-fever and the gremlin in back of my head is like pspspsps do iittt

After I send that ask about giving permition for you to use my story as a fanfic I put my phone back in the table, roll over, and PROCEED TO HAVE A FUCKING HEAR ATTACK!!!

THAT DORK ON HAS SHORT AND A TOP COVERING THEM!!! IT'S FUCKING FREEZING OUTSIDE THE BED BUT THEY ARE BOILING!!! LITERAL VOLCANO TEMPERATURE!!!

I'm starting to think that shitlord anon was right about the fevor in a literal way...

BUT THIS IS NOT WHAT BOTHERS ME THE MOST!!!! THE FACT THAT I CAN FEEL EVERY INCH OF SKIN IN THEIR BODY!!!

But them I look down and see their arms around me AND FUCKING HELL HOW STRONG IS THIS BITCH!?!?!

I probably panicked for and hour or so before I realize... I CAN TOUCH IT

I now I'm the volcano!!! But when I start touching their belly OUT OF GAY CURIOSITY

THEY OPENED THEIR EYES AND ASK "What are you doing?"

WHAT DO I ANWSER TO THAT!!!??? I CANNOT JUST SAY I WAS TOUTCHING YOU OUT OF GAY PANIC

BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVE A BETTER EXCUSE THAN THAT!!!

So, as an intellectual, I said "I- I was j-just c-curious to know how it f-feels to touch it"

"You were curious to know how it feels to touch other persons abs?"

"Well... Yeah b-but not- Not, like- I'm inocent I swear!!!"

They started laughing at me and got closer, and with their fucking casualty say "You can it I don't mind, you're inocent after all"

I WANNA DIG A HOLE AND HIDE!!! YE GODS ABOVE HELP ME!!!

But I remberem shitlords anon little tip, and actually got the courage to kiss their forehead. The moment I kiss tgeir forehead they stop laughing and blankly stare at me for a solid minute, BUT THIS TIME I'M GONNA BE THE ONE TEASING BITCH, so I said what shitlord anon said "I was just checking your temperature, you look like you might have a fever"

I MANAGED TO HAVE COURAGE TO SAY THAT WITHOUT SOUNDING LIKE A DYING SQUIRREL!!!!

IT'S REVENGE FOR MY ENDLESS PANICS!!!

They didn't even say anything anymore, they just nooded, IT WAS PRICELESS!!!

But then, Miss oh honey opens the door saying "GOOD MORNING LOVE BIR- Oh- Am I interupting something?"

We both just stare and since she cant se if we have clothes or not due to the blankets she does a shit-eating-grin and says "Oh- Sorry to interrupt your bonding time~ I will let you continue~ giggles"

I DIED RIGHT THERE!!!

But my roommate was FUCKING PISSED

They got out of bed and started chasing her, screaming her name in pure rage!!

And I stayed in the room... Looking at the ceiling... Thinking about my life choices...

BUT PLEASE CAN SOMEONE SEND HELP

I need it ;-;

IT'S TOO MUCH GAY PANICS!!!! HELP!!!

And also, Miss oh honey is gonna sleep here today, cause aparently one of her neighbors has covid, and his wife texted everyone that he is coming back from the hospital so he can rest home (cause the hospitals are all full and he is not having trouble with the desease), like, he got positive a month ago, and Miss oh honey went for test and got negative, she stayed at home for a while to make sure she was okay, and since her covid neighbor wasn't at home with is family cause ge stayed in the hospital (and none of is family has covid, fortunatly)

So, baisically shes gonna stay for while...

Hope ya'll have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night

- gay panic Gremlin anon

Holy shit— you go, Gremlin anon! I don’t think I’ve ever been this proud of a stranger before in my life 😂

Y’all are too cute and I’m dying. Good luck with your roommate and your wingwoman Miss “oh honey”, Gremlin anon xD

[himbo-beel]

so there’s this thing my botany professor used to do when i was in college which was if you spotted you in the halls he’d do a quick breathing exercise with you before going on with the day. he’d leave his office door open and had both a coffee machine/water heater and his wife always made sure he came in with snacks on exams days and it’s honestly the reason i made it through those days and idk it’s been a long time since college but those moments have always stuck with me and it’s been real hard lately and i’m thinking about them again so

have simeon with a stressed out mc

_______

Your shoes scuffed down the hall, feet heavy and eyes heavier with the fog that floated above them, filling up the space between your ears with thoughts of sleep and darkness and quiet. You'd woken up early, your skin sweaty but cold from the dream that broke the stillness of the Devildom night and brought you back to your room. It was the same everywhere, you were realizing. No matter if it was the Human World, the Devildom, or, and you could only guess with the Celestial Realm that there was always more to do. Another test to take, another paper to write, another day to get through and then another and another and another.

The unending cycle was weighting on you, turning your legs to jelly and crushing your lungs and you were sure, eventually, even your heart couldn't continue to push against the pressure sitting atop your shoulders.

It was an effort to lift your head at the call of your name, a whisper barely heard through the many already spinning through your head. A flash of white robe over brown shoulders caught your eye and you forced your eyes to focus.

"Good morning, Simeon."

"Your's looks like it's a bit on rough on you." His smile was soft, reassuring, a kindness that light up his eyes in a way you weren't sure you were allowed to see. You ducked your head.

"Something like that." You expected him to move on - you both had classes to get to, but his shoes stayed right where they were, firmly planted in front of you. You risked another glance up and furrowed your brows. He hadn't moved, but he'd adjusted his arms, folding them loosely in front of him. The same smile was still on his face, and you looked everywhere but there, finally resting your gaze on his shoulders. They rose and fell in slow, exaggerated movement as he breathed, and you wondered what his wings would look like. Would they bob with his movements? You felt yourself inhale, deep, with him, matching the rise and fall of them, and gasped when his hand fell on your shoulder, fingers squeezing lightly.

"I'll see you around, yes? Don't work too hard." The parting wink he sent you had you pressing your lips together, and you ran a hand through your hair. What had been? Whatever it was, if left you more than confused than before but…

You breathed in deep again and didn't feel the weight pressing down on you as much.

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You passed Simeon again in the halls the next day and a similar conversation followed suit. He greeted you warmly, you responded blankly but appropriately, and he waited, silent, smiling, until you matched your breaths with his. His hand went to your shoulder, lightly squeezing, before leaving with another reassuring word. For a week it became almost a routine for him to stop you, and though the weight never left, not completely, you looked forward to the brief respite he brought.

But today he brought something else.

His hands were too fully to cross in front of him as they usually did while he spoke with you, and he pressed one of the cups in his grasp into your hands. Warmth seeped into your fingers from the hot drink and with no prompting from him you breathed in deep of the scent of spiced tea. The fog cleared, just a bit further, just a bit longer, and you took a sip, closing your eyes as the taste of it rolled down your tongue and settled pleasantly in your chest.

"There's more if you'd like some." He laughed at your expression but you didn't feel all that embarrassed. You flushed under the warmth of his gaze, still, but there was no judgement to be had as he placed the hand you knew had been coming onto your shoulder again. "I just got an order of Celestial teas in. We can try them together."

A quiet night sounded nice. Putting the papers and books aside for a night sounded even nicer. You ended up at Simeon's door earlier than he'd invinted you, and you fidgted in the hall, heels rocking against the carpet until you heard the call of your name from inside.

"It's open," you heard him say, and sheepishly you entered his room. A small table was set in the middle of the room already adorned with tea cups and saucers and a plte of what had to be Luke's newest baking endeavors. A tray of assorted teas sat in the middle of it all and yours eyes widened at the selections.

"It's enough to rival even Satan's collection."

You watched Simeon purse his lips around a chuckle as he picked up the teapot and poured, adding the first of the samples to his cup. "Half of his teas come from the Celestial Realm, you know. Part of this order was for him."

Your eyes widened. "So you had even more than just these ones?"

He lifted a shoulder, defeated. "An angel can indulge too, you know."

You felt your face heat up and you accepted the cup from him. "It'll take all night to try these."

"Take as long as you need."

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Flowers

My lone submission for the Rayllum Valentine’s event.  Warning: this fic contains mentions of post-partum depression.  Canon-verse, but does involve Rayla still being ghosted 

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Rayla growled in frustration as she threw the letter in the fire.  “Ray-” Callum murmured from the side, holding their week-old daughter. Aisling was the most beautiful thing Rayla had ever seen, with her father’s green eyes and brown hair with ten fingers and ten toes.  The most elven thing about her was the little horn stubs on the top of her head.    

“Don’t, Callum. Please.”

“We’ll make them understand.”

“How?!  You freed Runaan, Lain, Tiadrin, and many others from those coins.  We saved Zym and reunited him with Zubeia.  We defeated Aaravos and it’s STILL NOT ENOUGH.  They will never unghost me and let me go back home.” Rayla felt the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes and tried to hold them back, but they poured out. “And now I’m getting hormonal and just…UGH.”

She didn’t resist when she felt Callum come up behind her and wrap his arm around her waist.  “I’m sorry, Ray.  I don’t know why they are being so stubborn.  You don’t deserve this, but no matter what, you have me and Aisling, and Ezran and Soren.  You ARE home.”

“You don’t get it.”

Sighing, he moved away from her.  “What don’t I get?  Didn’t we agree that this is your home now?  Didn’t we say that, no matter what, we are each other’s home?”

“And I stand by that. But you cannot possibly understand what I am going through.  You still have your home.  You haven’t been banished and you can come and go as you please.  I need weeks of planning to not only go see my parents, but if I want to see my childhood homes, nobody can see me.  My culture, my language, everything, is basically lost to me. You don’t get it.”

Callum was quiet for a while, perhaps minding their daughter.  Rayla winced as she continued looking at the fire.  Wrapping her arms around herself, she felt even more terrible. She didn’t feel like she had taken to being a parent nearly as well as Callum had.  Maybe she wasn’t meant to be a parent.  She loved Aisling with everything she had, had carried the halfling in her belly for nine and a half months and delivered the child for hours, but she was also crying more, angered quicker, and didn’t stop Callum from getting out of bed at night to tend to the baby.  If anything, she hoped he would so she didn’t have to.    

Callum finally came back to her and wrapped both his arms around her.  “You’re right, Ray, I don’t get it.  I cannot understand your pain and frustration.  And now that we have a child, I’m sure your feelings have only grown stronger because you want to share all of those things with her.  But I have to believe that we can make them welcome you back because I’ll hate them if I don’t.  We’re trying to forge peace and hate doesn’t belong anywhere near that.”

“I haven’t even thought about how it would affect Aisling.  Gods, I’m a terrible mother.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Yes, I am.  I gave her a Xadian name and she can’t spend time in Moonshadow territory?  She’s cut off from half of herself and I’m sitting here thinking about how it affects me.” Rayla felt the panic rising in her chest.  “Callum, what if she hates me?  All I do is fuck up with her.  I’m not bonding with her like I should.  She already adores you more and I’m just there.”

“Look at me. Please.”  Slowly turning, Rayla raised her eyes to meet his, shocked at the tears in them.  “You aren’t fucking up.  You’re having a hard time, but that’s not that weird.  You heard Sabah and Amaya.  Most new mothers feel like this, and if it lasts longer, we’ll get you help. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad mother or something is wrong with you.  What did the mid-wife say?”

“That birth is traumatic for some and it takes longer to heal the mind than the body.”

“What else?”

“That, because I don’t have a support system from my home and my culture, I’m more at risk.”

“I’m so sorry that this is happening and I wish I could fix it for you.  I would fly into Silvergrove now and make them take you back if I thought it would work.  But you are not screwing up with Aisling.  She’s not cut off from half of herself because she has you.  If you want to only speak to her in High Elven, I will support that.  If you want to teach her to read it, I will find books every time we go to Xadia and ask Janai for some.  I’ll order ingredients from Xadia so she can have Xadian food.  I promise, I will do what I can to give you both a connection to your home because, even though we are each other’s home, you do still need a connection your culture.  Aisling does, too.”  Wrapping her arms around him tight, Rayla’s shoulders shook as she silently sobbed in his arms.  Callum kissed the top of her head and held her close, rocking her side to side as he so easily did their baby.

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Rayla rolled her eyes as she stared at the curtains Callum had pulled over part of their bedroom. He said there were changes coming to the garden and it was a surprise so she wasn’t allowed to look.  It had been several months since the Council’s latest rejection of her return to Silvergrove and she was slowly starting accept that she would always be rejected.  All four of her parents had visited Aisling and had adored their grandchild, promising to visit as often as possible and give her a connection to her culture. Lain and Tiadrin were even considering permanently moving to Katolis so they could be more active in Rayla’s life and make up for lost time.

Stroking Aisling’s cheek with the back of her fingers, Rayla held her bairn close.  Sabah had been a big help in the journey into motherhood, visiting often and letting Rayla freely voice her concerns and fears. Months ago, Rayla had feared the judgmental eyes of others for not being close enough to her child, but she was slowly learning that it really was different for everyone.  Tiadrin had shyly admitted she had had a hard time post-partum with Rayla as well; lying in bed for days on end and Runaan and Ethari and Lain having to check in on her.  She still felt like a failure some days, but her child was healthy and growing with a flush on her cheeks.  “I love you, even if you do wake me and your father up.  We need to get you sleeping through the night, wee one.”

A knock of the door interrupted her gentle scolding, causing her to look up.  “Princess Rayla?”

“Aye?”  

“Prince Callum requests you and Princess Aisling join him in the garden.”

“We’ll be there.” Standing up, she held Aisling close and left her bed chambers.  The trip to the gardens was a short one, but Callum had covered all the windows so Rayla couldn’t accidently get a peak at what he was doing.  “We’re finally going to see what your father has been up to.  I’ll bet you five whole jelly tarts he built a pond just to practice ocean magic.”

“I would take that bet.” She turned to the side to see Callum waiting for her.  “Ready to see the surprise?”

“I’ve been ready.” She turned to the glass doors leading to the garden and waited for Callum to open them.  He smiled at her and turned the handles.  As the doors opened, Rayla was hit with the smell of moonlilies.  She hadn’t smelled that scent outside of soap in years and her eyes watered in nostalgia and happiness.  Callum had planted a whole field of them as well as having built a gazebo.  “How did you do this?”

“Well,” running a hand through his hair, he gave her a sheepish smile, “it certainly wasn’t easy. The Council is being so stubborn with unghosting you, but I managed to convince them with a letter a day to let me have enough moonlilies to do this.  I told them that it was the least they could do for the mage who had decoined several of their citizens.  I know it’s not the same thing, but, at least, you can now have a piece of home right here in Katolis.  Let me show you the gazebo.”

He led them over, hand on the small of her back, and Rayla marveled at all the flowers before her. Moonlilies only bloomed at night, but their scent was still unmistakable.  The gazebo was wrought iron and featured multiple Moonshadow knots and symbols.  There were cushions and benches for sitting on.  “I could spend all day here.”

“I’m glad.”

“Thank you.  This is the sweetest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I love you, Ray. This is our home, and, I hope, I made it feel a bit more like home for you.”

“You did.  I love you, too.”  

The three of them spent all day in the gardens, having lunch and dinner in the gazebo and later joined by Ezran and Soren.  Sabah, Marcos, and their child joined them as well, Sabah’s heavily pregnant belly leading the way.  Rayla and Sabah chatted in their mixed High Elvens while Callum made his attempts and the little one in their group hung on every word.  It still hurt Rayla that she couldn’t go home freely, but she did feel a bit more at home now.  Maybe one day, she would get to show Aisling and any other children she and Callum had Silvergrove and other Moonshadow territories.  Until then, the gardens would do quite nicely.

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This fic is something of an ode to my mother who had post-partum depression and had no real support system (family more than a 1000 miles away) besides my father and an ode to my grandmother who had her last child in a country and a culture that were not her own and who regrets not teaching her children more about her language and culture or about my grandfather's (English was the common language between them, so that's what they spoke in the house). I tried to convey their thoughts and feelings to the best of my abilities and to bring in the realties of raising a child in a multicultural, international relationship.

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jack daniels ship questions!

(Remember that ship questions prompt list I posted a while back? Here are all of those prompts, filled out for Jack and his wife! Hope you guys enjoy! Content Warnings: Not much to speak of, but some mentions of conceptual peril, Jack’s latent PSTD-linked behaviors, pregnancy. Word count is 6.8k. )

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet?

There are plenty of good options for this, but I prefer to imagine that Jack and his future wife met at work; the New York Statesman office is a functioning business, after all, and would therefore hold many people in its employ. Though Jack may be deployed to the field every now and then, he’s actually used surprisingly sparingly, and spends a great deal of his time actually working at the New York headquarters at a very real job as a chairman of the board for the company. His future wife worked on the same floor of the building in marketing, and the two of them crossed paths often, both in corporate meetings and just out and about in the halls of the building. 

What was their first impression of each other?

Jack immediately was drawn to her after hearing her speak up during a meeting; she’d been sent in as one of the marketing presenters and had a wonderful breadth of ideas for the company, and he was charmed by her warm presence, intelligent voice, and sweet manner. His first impression was deeply positive, and he spent the rest of the meeting eyeing her curiously, his tanned cheeks flushed with pleasure at being able to watch her shift her files around and toy with her hair as she listened to other speakers and nodded along: she was very, very pretty in exactly his kind of way, and he liked that very, very much.

Her first impression of him was, contrastingly, rather fearful; she knew him only as “Mister Daniels”, and had only heard of him through memos and word of mouth around the office. When she was called in to speak to some of the board members, she was petrified with anxiety at the idea of slipping up in front of such important people and, in fact, barely noticed Jack the first time they shared a boardroom: she was so nervous about getting everything right and speaking clearly and conveying the correct information that he sort of blurred with all the other execs and suits. That said, she did notice him watching her throughout the meeting, and any time their eyes met (and he often smiled at her when they did), she became acutely aware of just how handsome he was; his features striking, his mannerisms coolly lackadaisical, his posture wide and relaxed, his deep brown eyes smoldering under a firm brow as he flashed her a sharp smile. No wonder his name flew around the office so much.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Nobody really knew, frankly: Jack has no family to speak of, and not that many friends, either. For someone so charming and socially adept, Jack is surprisingly something of a loner, and tells very few people anything about himself, much less about his feelings or attachments. Literally nobody knew that he was developing feelings for her, much less was intent on pursuing those feelings and manifesting them into a relationship, and he liked the privacy of that.

Likewise, she didn’t mention her growing infatuation with him to anyone, particularly because it would be so embarrassing: if word got out around the office that she was making eyes at a higher-up, it’d seem deeply unprofessional. Besides, she wasn’t really close friends with anyone at the office and they didn’t need to know, especially when she believed that her feelings couldn’t possibly be returned. 

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Jack. He may not seem like the type, but when he falls in love, it hits him like a train: hard, fast, and unforgiving. It knocked him off his feet and flat onto his ass, and he didn’t mind a bit. The only hard part was keeping it a secret from her for so long!

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Big time. Jack felt it would be inappropriate to make a pass at her at all-- his gentlemanly nature insisted he was only to subtly imply his feelings for her, but otherwise treat her with ladylike gentleness and cordiality-- especially when he did hold some sway in the office, and that could be misinterpreted as, well, something unsavory. He tried hard to push the feelings down, to make them quieter and less intrusive, but he couldn’t help growing more and more attached to her, particularly when they ended up spending more and more time together as coworkers. Every new side of her that he saw made him fall more hopelessly off the steep cliff’s edge of adoration, and he barely had the willpower to hold on to propriety. Still, he did his damnedest! 

Similarly, she resisted a great deal; how embarrassing would it be for her to try and flirt with a man so far out of her league, and so far up the ladder from her rung? It’d kill her, socially and in terms of her career, to make a faux pas like that, so she kept the feelings bottled up deep, deep inside herself. Still, whenever he smiled at her or went out of his way to be so intoxicatingly gentlemanly towards her, she found herself swooning; sure, maybe he treats all the girls like this. Maybe he’s just a well-raised man. But she still couldn’t resist the inkling that, maybe, just maybe, he was particularly fond of her; even if it was just a girlish fantasy, it made her heart race to imagine him harboring some secret affection for her, and, as she would later find out, that fantasy ended up being more than a little factual.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Jack is a sucker for the idea of soulmates. He fully believes in commitments of the heart, body and soul, and would be utterly unsurprised to know that the woman he’d given his heart to so wholly was his soulmate. He may talk a lot of big game and posture all the live-long day about pleasing women and seeing “the whole doughnut”, but that’s just pretense: Jack’s a one-woman man, and he’s happy to pledge himself as her soulmate. More than happy.

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

Jack, presumably, would have continued his work without ever knowing there was something missing, but would be distinctly less engaged in the office, sharply unhappy, and would have been more inclined towards keeping himself busy with field work. He would have closed off even further from attachments and affection and continued in his hollowed state, scraped clean of any remnants of the possibility for love, and would have, likely, kept running missions until his luck ran out. A dark ending to a cold story.

Her life would be entirely up to her, ready for any path she might be inclined to follow, though she would never know the joy of being treated with such respect and love as Jack treats her with, and she would never meet a man so gentlemanly, so adoring, nor so intensely loyal. Perhaps she would meet someone else she could love just as much as she would have loved Jack, but her life would be a painting lacking  the warm hues of Jack’s mirth, love, and tenderness.

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

I have a whole fic about that! But, in short, Jack did! I like to think of Jack waiting for ages and ages to find the “right” moment to tell her he had feelings for her and ask her out, and though he was petrified of making a mistake and losing her forever (and coming off like a creep), he managed to show her the sincerity of his attachment, and be granted the greatest gift of all: returned affections. She wanted to go out with him as much as he wanted to go out with her, and, from there, they melded together and the relationship progressed!

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

In that aforementioned fic, I suggest that their first date was sitting together on a long flight and watching movies together during a corporate excursion, and I like to stand by that! But if you mean first “date where they went somewhere”, after that flight, the two of them rented a car at the airport, went for breakfast at a local diner, and then took in the sights of the town before capping off the night with dinner and a movie. They ended up spending the whole day together, talking about everything and nothing, shy but ecstatic to be finally able to be open with their attraction to the other, and adored every moment of the date. It was a little awkward, at first, but they quickly matched one another’s patterns, especially towards the end of the night, cuddled up together at the theatre, resting their heads on each other and holding hands, exchanging little kisses on the hand back and forth.

It was like magic.

What was their first kiss like?

Nervous! Jack, normally so confident and slick, found himself trembling as he leaned in closer to her, hovering his lips over hers and feeling the quakes and tremors careening through every muscle of his body: all he wanted was to grab her by the face and kiss her as hard as he could and never let go, but he knew that would hardly be appropriate, so he just inched in, millimeter by millimeter, until she pressed up and closed the gap herself, sending him spiralling with fireworks behind his eyes and pure jolts of adrenaline coursing through his heart. 

He ended up accidentally deepening the kiss by leaning in and groaning through his nose-- he’d held back for so long that his body wanted to take everything it could get before it lost its chance-- and felt her hands rise to cup the back of his head, locking him into her, which made his legs turn into jelly and his eyes roll back in their sockets in delight.

Suffice to say, they were out of breath when they parted, and not just from holding their breaths during the kiss.

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

Well, she wasn’t Jack’s first kiss, nor his first girlfriend, but she is definitely Jack’s first and only love of his life. And his first and only wife! As for the other way ‘round, Jack is his wife’s first long-term boyfriend, then her first and only husband, and, of course, the one and only (and thus first) true love. Ain’t that sweet?

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

Jack comes in at 5’11’’, 6’1’’ in certain sets of cowboy boots, and often likes that his wife is just short enough for him to comfortably rest his chin on top of her head during hugs. As for their age difference, Jack wouldn’t be at ease with anything more than a ten year age gap, and even that’s pushing it, so his wife is somewhere in that range. While age may be “just a number” to some, development isn’t, so he isn’t looking for a woman who isn’t at the same point in life he is. He wants to always be in sync with his missus, so being close in age and close in life plans is important to him.

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

Jack has no real family; his parents both passed on a while back and he was an only child. He’s charming and affable with his wife’s family, but gets surprisingly nervous at family events and prefers to keep to himself: frankly, he’d rather spend all their holidays alone at home with the missus than be around her parents or siblings. 

Who takes the lead in social situations?

Jack. His savoir-faire attitude, pleasing manners and general suave presence makes him a natural fit for taking the lead in just about every situation, but especially when out and about; his wife leans more on the quiet side, and he’s fine doing the talking towards others for the both of them. He’s fine ordering for her at restaurants, fine handling chit chat with drivers or dinner guests, fine charming businessmen or clients. He’s happy to be her voice when she doesn’t feel like talking, and happy to be the conversational springboard for her when she wants to make a foray into it. 

Who gets jealous easier?

Jack has a shockingly vicious mean streak in him, and he can border on being possessive, at times. Sometimes it’s sweet how much he cares and how protective he is over her, but jealousy is a wholly different beast; when Jack feels like someone is flirting with his wife or has caught her eye, something hardhearted and controlling in him claws its way to the surface in him, and he looks at the object of her imagined affections with nothing but pure, boiling hatred. 

For example, he can get more than a little insecure if he thinks she’s staring too closely at a particularly attractive actor during a movie-- does she think that man has a better body than him? Does she like that man because he’s younger? Prettier? Has a smaller nose and brighter eyes? Fewer wrinkles?-- and ends up hating the actor in every subsequent movie, even going so far as to refuse to watch films with that person in them. 

He also can be more than a little rude to other men in public, but in a backhanded, “disguised” way, his cruelties and biting remarks hidden under a balmy layer of “Southern kindness”. Once, at a coffee shop, a barista gave his wife an extra baked good for being “the cutest customer he’d seen all day”, and Jack grabbed the pastry, smiled toothily at the man, and remarked that the barista had “good taste, though you wouldn’t guess it”, pointedly looked the man up and down as if judging his apparel, then took his wife’s hand and left the shop in a cloud of bitterness.

She’d really let Jack have it after that one.

Inversely, Jack’s wife can be more than a little guilty of jealousy, herself; after all, she knows her husband is a very, very attractive man, and that more than a few women find him alluring-- she’s heard how other women talk about him at the office-- and upon finding out that some of his field work can involve seducing women for information, she was in a near-constant jealousy tizzy for weeks. He’d had to promise her that he wouldn’t ever allow the seduction to be more than flirting, and even sworn to her that he would turn down operations where such a means of extraction was baked into the plan, but the feeling lingers, burning sour in her stomach whenever she knows he’s deployed. Is he out there, somewhere, flirting with some floozy, whispering things in that woman’s ear that he once whispered in hers?

It takes Jack eons to assure her that all his affection for her is earnest and passionate and that he never once used “the moves” on her that he might use for a mission, but every now and then, she still gets frustrated at the idea of him being coy with other women and he’ll have to take her aside and show her just how special their love is to him.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

Mister Daniels. What he whispers is a secret between himself and the missus, but rest assured knowing that he likes to spare her no detail when elaborating on what exactly it is he’s thinking about when it comes to her.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first?

Jack wanted to say it first so, so bad: he had a whole moment planned out, where they’d be on a night drive, parked in his truck, watching the stars, and he’d have beautiful music in the background as they lay in the flatbed, and he’d turn to her and say those three words, sweeping her off her feet, but… she beat him to it.

She’d come down with a horrible cold, one that left her practically bedridden, and he’d come over in a panic, carrying bags of medicine and ointments and cool patches and Gatorades and soup from the best deli in town, and he’d spent the entire rest of the evening taking care of her. After propping her up on her pillows, putting on a calming movie, throwing out all her used tissues, getting her changed into clean, comfy pajamas, and feeding her warm soup and cool drinks, she was drifting off to sleep. Jack was getting ready to spend the night sleeping on the couch, and just before he left, she tugged him by the hand, looking up at him with cold medicine-calmed eyes. Dreamily, she stroked his cheek and hummed a soft “thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you,” he replied, kissing her knuckles. “Get some sleep, alright, Princess?”

“Mmm,” she cooed. “Goodnight, bunnykins. I love you.”

And with that, her medicine kicked in, and she dozed off, leaving Jack floating on air, hovering by her bed, staring with utter adoration at this sleeping angel who… loved him. 

Loved him.

He barely slept that night, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he tried to fight off the silly, creeping smiles of a boy in love.

What are their primary love languages?

For Jack, he feels the most loved when he receives physical affection and is able to spend quality time with his wife. He has a deep attachment to her and feels that it’s best expressed when they’re able to touch each other; he adores being hugged by her, feeling her kiss his whole face, the way her hands playfully squeeze his butt when he wears those jeans she loves, the sensation of her fingers in his hair, tracing down his jawline and throat. Any time she’s touching him, he feels his life is complete and full, and when they’re apart, he feels fuzzy around the edges, as if only she can bring the whole picture into focus for him.

Add to that the enjoyment of quality time: Jack loves being able to spend days on end in only her company, doing anything she wants, talking back and forth and just absorbing the pleasure of being in her presence. He especially enjoys working on something together, like learning to dance together or building something (he, somehow, fell even more in love with her as they built a bookshelf together for their new, shared apartment), and, of course, traveling with her for trips and vacations. Once, they were snowed in together during a stay in Oregon, and he spent the whole three days of the snow-in just following her around the cabin like a lovesick puppy. They ended up sitting together on the couch in front of the fire, her perched on his lap, he with his arms fettered around her tummy, watching YouTube videos on resin pouring for, like, ten hours. He loved it.

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

“Well, excuse me, miss, but there seems to be something wrong with my phone--”

“Jack, no, don’t--”

“Because I seem not to have your number in it!”

“Oh my god.”

“Did I wander on in to the Louvre? Because my, oh my, I am staring at a true work of art, little lady.”

“Jack, please--”

“Lemme go get my glasses on, beautiful; you’re too fine for me to see without ‘em.”

“I’m going to lock you out of the bedroom if you keep this up--”

“Now, sugar, come on, can you blame me? I’m in such terrible pain!”

“Mhm.”

“Because it sure hurt when I fell for you!”

“OH MY GOD.”

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

Every single day that Jack’s home, they’re cuddling in bed at the end of the day. He can’t sleep unless he’s got her in his arms, and he just can’t help but be a little handsy; he’s a lover of touch, after all! As for PDA, Jack tries to keep public affection “tasteful”, but also lets a little of his possessive nature pull through, at times: he likes to “mark” what’s his, and she’s his, all the way, so he likes to walk with his hand on the small of her back, sometimes cheekily stuck in the back pocket of her pants to get a feel of the nice curves back there, or periodically lean down to kiss her cheek and see if she’s interested in a more full-on kiss. At the office, they keep it limited to the occasional kiss on the cheek when there’s fewer people around, though that’s not to say Jack hasn’t teased the idea of going for something more intimate at work, before.

Who initiates kisses?

Both of them! They’re a very affectionate couple, but out of the two of them, Jack can be the most forward when it comes to making his intent to be kissed known. He has no shame about taking her chin in his hand and leaning in for a nice, deep kiss, or in pulling her by the waist away from whatever she was working, planting a wet one on her. Jack loves to feel her smile against his lips, and he’ll take just about any opportunity he can to snag a kiss from her. On her end, she loves to walk past him and press little kisses on his temples, cheeks, or the top of his head (provided he’s sitting down!), and will often try to walk off and continue what she was doing, only for Jack to grab her by the hips and tug her back for an even bigger kiss. He claims she “tempted him” into doing it; after all, a little kiss like that is more of an appetizer for the greater meal, is it not?

Who’s the big and little spoon?

They sometimes alternate, but more often than not like to go back to their favorite position, with Jack (and all his long limbs) as the big spoon, curled around his wife, resting his chin on his plumpness, pressed up against her. That said, he also adores feeling her softness surround him as she holds him from behind, all warm and cuddly. It makes him feel loved and cared for, and he melts for it.

What are their favorite things to do together?

Both of them enjoy exploring the town together: walking around the city, trying new restaurants, strolling in the park, window shopping, going to museums, anything! They like to walk and talk, discuss what they’re seeing, things going on in their lives, or what they’re hoping to do, next. They love trying new foods together, especially when it’s something unusual to them or something they’ve never heard of before. They also love to go to the movies together, and take great pleasure in reviewing films together or just canoodling in the theatre seats. Hell, sometimes Jack doesn’t even watch the movie: he spends all 90-some minutes with his face pressed into her neck, giving her hickies and letting his hands wander.

They also like to snuggle up at home and watch television, with Jack’s indulgences being cooking competition shows and dancing shows. He also has a secret indulgence: RuPaul’s Drag Race. He knows it’s trashy, he knows it’s staged, and he knows it can be, well, problematic at times, but damn, if he doesn’t get a kick out of how some of those queens fight! His wife will watch with him, even if it’s not her style, just because it’s cute to watch him gasp when one queen throws a drink at another or hear him complain that a queen is underdressed for the challenge. Watching Jack is ten times better than any entertainment the show itself could provide her!

Who’s better at comforting the other?

Both of them are actually pretty emotionally intuitive people, and Jack is deeply sentimental and emotionally intelligent, so it naturally follows that he can comfort her and show her all the examples of his love and protection when she feels low and fragile. Inversely, his wife knows him, and all his broken pieces, and is able to wrap her arms around him and tell him just what he needs to hear: the truth. That she loves him, that she’ll never give up on him, that she’s always by his side, and that they’ll weather any storm together. That he isn’t irreparable, unlovable, alone.

They both take great comfort in one another, and many couples envy their emotional honesty and how much they genuinely do care for and protect each other.

Who’s more protective?

Jack; he’s constantly anxious that something horrible is going to happen to his wife. He’s seen some pretty grisly business in his line of work, and participated in more than his fair share of that kind of business, and the ghosts of those deeds float around in his head and haunt his visions, making him fearful that something dreadful will befall her, as he’s seen befall so many others before her. He gets antsy and tends to hover around her, though he pretends he doesn’t. He also feels an obligation to protect her, as the “man of the house” and her husband; he’s old-fashioned and believes it’s his job to provide for and defend her, and while the sentiment is sweet, he can be a little overbearing at times, trying to coax her into letting him handle everything for her sometimes teetering on the edge of condescension. 

She knows he’s only trying to be her gentleman, her knight in shining armor, her cowboy, but she has to assert that she’s a fully capable adult woman to him every now and then and show him that while she loves and appreciates his dedication to her safety, she’s going to be just fine, and they can work together on things, not leaving it all up to him to take care of. He’s still learning, and he can sometimes regress into old habits, but he’s made wonderful progress!

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

It’s an interesting mix of both! Jack loves to dole out praises and pet names and playful little flirts with his wife, but he’s also not afraid to get handsy with her to express his affection for her. He prefers to use both at the same time; holding her hips in his hands, swaying from side to side, murmuring teasing tones and warm whispers to her about how beautiful she is, how sweet and kind and lovely, and how she’s all his. And for as physical a man as he is, Jack feels truly loved when his wife tells him honest and earnest things she loves about him, or when she tells him he did a good job at something, and he can tell she’s sincere. It reminds him that he’s not just a body for her to love, but a soul, a person that she admires and takes comfort in. And that’s the most loving thing of all!

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

They both really love Dolly Parton, so “Islands In The Stream” comes on fairly often as one of their “dance around the living room and sing to each other” songs, as does “Why’d You Come In Here Lookin’ Like That” by Dolly! He also loves Johnny Cash, so “I’ll Remember You” is one of their favorites. Elvis’s “Love Me Tender” is one saved for special, quiet moments; it was played at their wedding, and holds a special spot in their hearts as a song to hold each other to, or murmur the lyrics to one another to show them how much they are adored. 

Similarly, they also have “When I Fall In Love” by Nat King Cole as one of their special songs: after all, they had both promised that “When I give my heart it will be completely, or I'll never give my heart,” in their own ways, so dedicated to true and loyal love, and then they found one another, and their hearts were given in totality.

There are more, but these are just a few (particularly romantic) ones!

What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Jack calls his wife “Darlin’,” obviously, but also loves to use terms like “Honeycomb,” “Miss,” “Sugar,” “Little Lady,” “Babydoll,” “Princess”: heck, what doesn’t he call her? He loves using pet names for her!

She calls him “Mister Daniels,” “Cowboy,” “Baby,” and “My Big Man”, among other things.

Who remembers the little things?

Both of them! Each of them loves to keep track of special, unique things about their partner; she remembers that Jack hates acrid coffee and likes his with two sugars and two creams, or that he always puts his socks on left to right, or that he won’t leave the house until his tie is the perfect length, or that he always checks his mustache in every reflective surface he passes. He remembers that she brushes her teeth anytime she eats something that leaves the “fuzzy sweater feeling” and that she loves when he gently fingers combs her hair so much that her eyes close and she makes the same little pleased hum every time or that she only can sleep if there’s at least some cool air so she can bundle up and get snuggly.

The little things are what let you know you’re in love, you know?

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes?

Jack, ever the picture of the classic gentleman, absolutely takes the initiative on proposing. He makes a whole big-to do about it, planning everything down to the exact detail and sparing no expense in trying to procure the perfect moment for him to pop that perpetual question. He actually quite enjoys the planning and that enjoyment does carry over to when they’re planning the wedding itself! 

What’s the wedding like? Who attends?

The wedding itself, despite Jack’s indulgences, was actually rather small: Jack doesn’t have that many people in his life he’d want to invite, so his side of the affair was rather empty, and so, in keeping, his wife decided to limit the event to just very close friends and immediate family. Both were very happy about that, being rather private people, and enjoyed being able to have an intimate wedding with a greater attention to atmosphere and personal touches than would be afforded for a much bigger wedding.

Jack had a few firm policies about the “tone” of the affair: he didn’t want a bunch of loud music, he didn’t want people getting drunk, and he wanted it to be fun but not “trashy”, a loose term he threw around at anything he didn’t really like or considered “gauche” when shopping around for wedding ideas. He also wanted to have at least part of the event take place outdoors, so the wedding ceremony was held indoors while the reception was outside, under the stars on an autumn night. 

He hired a full, live band to play the affair, and had a fair amount of fun dancing with his wife all through the night, from the traditional slow dance to up-tempo square dancing to just uncoordinated wiggling as they laughed their way into their brand-new marriage. Jack loves to dance, and having her in his arms, swaying to whatever beat life threw at them, made his heart soar.

I could go into more detail about themes and color palettes and the ceremony itself, but that’s for another day!

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like?

Jack wants tons of kids. He wants as many kids as nature sees fit to give them, and has absolutely no shame in expressing that desire to his wife. Thankfully, she’s on the same page: while she may not want to be pregnant every bout of nine months or so, she also wants kids and is happy to raise as many as come along over the course of her and Jack’s lifetimes; a big family does not daunt either of them. As such, their marriage became a very fruitful one as time went on, and they soon welcomed their first child, a baby girl.

Jack was absolutely, unbelievably smitten with the little creature the moment he found out his wife was pregnant, and became even more resolutely devoted to her when she was placed, wriggling and crying and all red and small, in his arms, mere moments after her birth. He’d stared at her, half-sobbing, half-laughing, as his wife gripped his hand, and both of them fell utterly, hopelessly in love with that tiny little girl as she took her first breaths.

The little family only continued to grow after that; a few years later, when their little lady had grown into a chubby, grinning toddler, she met her baby brother, a squirmy bundle of miniature limbs and his Daddy’s dark curls, who Jack swore was born knowing how to smile, giggling as soon as he felt his Daddy take him into a hug. Three years after that, another tiny Daniels came into the world, a bright-eyed and curious baby boy who seemed to only snuffle, not cry, when he was placed in his Mama’s arms that very first day, peering around with a wondering gaze that made Jack’s heart break with utmost adoration.

(There may definitely come more little babies, but I think three is a good number to start with describing!)

They’re each amazingly different, and Jack loves them all as unique souls: his daughter, Lucinda (shortened to Lucy), is playful like her father, and loves to follow him around the house and ask him what he’s up to, sometimes running off with his hat just to win his attention away from desk work or some other ‘unimportant’ task. She adores her Mama, and hangs off her mother’s every word, copying her mannerisms and asks near-constantly to help with cooking or with playing with her brothers, who she loves to play “pranks” on (translation: she raspberries their tummies, then shoots off to another room, laughing hysterically).

Their first son, Joseph, is a rowdy little whirlwind, and learned to walk quickly just to keep up with his older sister, giving chase wherever she went. He loves to toddle around the house, squeaking and cheeping, showing his Mama and Daddy what he’s doing (often putting something in his mouth that he absolutely should not be putting in there). He loves being carried by Daddy and will crawl into Jack’s lap on the couch, sitting on his knees and making faces until Daddy laughs. He absolutely loves to make people laugh, and will play games like peek-a-boo for hours, gleefully shrieking and adoring when he hears his parents laugh at his silly noises.

The littlest one, Johnnie, is the quietest of the children, and enjoys cuddling up to his Mama and Daddy and taking naps on their chest. When not sleeping, he likes to sit and watch what others are doing, and seems the happiest when resting in his carrier on the table, watching his Mama hard at work on a project, and especially enjoys watching her partake in crafts like knitting, sewing, or cooking. Johnnie also enjoys watching animal programs on TV: he cries if they play anything loud and bright for him, and calms immediately when Animal Planet or National Geographic is on. He’s barely old enough to hold his head up, but will stretch in his bassinet to see his favorite animal, horses, on TV, or if Daddy is reading a book and doing horsie noises. He loves to wiggle his miniature arms around in circles, delighted by the pony sounds, and Jack can’t help but grin at how adorable his little man is.

Do they have any pets?

Yep! Though they save getting pets until the kids are older, the family gets a pair of dogs, both adoptees from a local shelter. The bigger dog is a mutt between a lab and German Shepherd named “Messy” by Lucy, and the smaller dog is a beagle-mix named “Buster”. They’re both deeply well-loved dogs, and though Jack may have pretended to not want dogs, he dotes on the two of them relentlessly.

Who’s the stricter parent?

Jack can be paranoid, at times, about anything bad befalling his kids, and he while he tends to be relaxed and fairly easy-going with the children, he can sometimes have bouts of militaristic tenseness and scold them for going somewhere without telling him, playing in the street, talking to strangers, et cetera. He gets so nervous that sometimes it bubbles up in controlling mannerisms, trying to keep his children as safe as possible, but going about it the wrong way. That said, he is a loving father, willing to apologize if he steps out of line, and he never yells at his children.

Who worries the most?

As mentioned before, Jack can teeter into paranoia that something will hurt his babies, but his wife gives him a run for his money, at times, especially because it can be harder for mothers to be separated from their little ones at first. The truth is, all loving parents worry about their kids, and always will, and both Jack and the Missus worry about their wee ones out in the big world.

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Joseph keeps trying to eat them! But it’s usually Jack, if only by default as the taller partner with the long, willowy limbs that can actually reach the corner of the wall where the damn spider is hiding.

How do they celebrate holidays?

As best they can! Mostly, they like to keep it to just the family, and don’t do any huge parties, unless it’s a birthday, especially for one of the kids: Jack tends to indulge the kids, particularly on their birthdays, so while the parties aren’t massive, they often have lots of kids and their parents come over for a big playdate and run around the house, lots of cake and balloons and party hats and presents wrapped in puppydog paper. 

As for holidays like Christmas, Hanukkah, et cetera, they like to stay home and do all the decorating themselves, and often involve the kids in the decorating process. A cozy, safe at home feeling fills all their hearts and Jack loves seeing his family all gathered together, making little ornaments or snacks together, cuddled up watching movies or playing with toys, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Ol’ Missus Daniels has the greatest track record in the world of being able to coax her early morning-riser husband back into bed, back into her arms, and back to sleep. He can’t resist her sleepy eyes and beckoning smile, the way she opens her arms and pouts at him, the rusty creak of her tired little voice cooing “c’mere, you big lug, they can wait”. He has yet to convince himself to leave her side after a ploy like that.

Who’s the better cook?

Jack is flat out terrible. He’s great at a lot of things, but cooking is not one of them. He really is doing his best to improve his cooking, but he gets frustrated with how long it takes to make a good meal; he was so used to getting exactly what he wanted at fine dining restaurants and having things delivered to his apartment as a bachelor that he barely touched any of the dishes in his kitchen, and kept his fridge almost bare. Now that he’s a family man, he really does try-- he practices alongside his wife, watches the Food Network, stuff like that-- but he ends up burning things and getting pouty, and his wife will have to take over and show him how it’s done, which he appreciates. She was always the better cook out of the two of them, anyway.

Who likes to dance?

Very often, Jack’ll click on the radio and take his wife’s waist in his hands, giving it a loving squeeze as he twirls her around the kitchen, out through the living room, sometimes at the foot of their bed, his cheek pressed to hers, grinning from ear to ear. Sometimes, the babies will want to join in; Lucy will stand on her Daddy’s feet and hold his hands, swaying all around and screaming with delight, or Johnnie will be held to Mama’s chest and bop around with her to the tune of one of his favorite songs. Joseph, much like his father, likes to boogie on down and shimmy his diapered tush around, giggling as his Daddy applauds him. They all love to dance together!

Thank you for reading! Feel free to send in any requests for similar questions!

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Any Graham/MC friendship headcanons?

OR

Carl/MC relationship headcanons if the other one is too difficult?x

Graham/MC friendship

Probably has him under “fishman ham 🎣” in their contacts — or at least I would lol

idk there wasn’t much interaction in the house since they weren’t each other’s type therefore there was little social to no scenes (which I think is kinda dumb because you can still be friends with someone if you don’t choose to go the romantic route yet he’s not that much of a fan fav so maybe that’s why? They also had a lot of characters so maybe that’s it too? Anyways) unless mc was going after marisol or considered a friend of hers? I’m not too sure on the still carrying feelings towards marisol if she’s with graham route so that’s based off pure assumption

If mc did start a friendship while he was with marisol and they still had feelings towards marisol then it wouldn’t happen until some months after the show or when/if marisol broke up with him (I made it canon that ultimately they do split but yeah)

so let’s say mc began a friendship while he’s dating marisol and mc has no romantic feelings towards marisol then?

They’d probably bond over some shit-talking cause I view graham as someone who can and WILL talk his shit

Mc and graham are on different time lengths majority of the time since graham is always up at the crack of ass out on his boat to snatch the catch of the day

He sends selfies on his boat—again at the crack of ass

“lemme know if you find aquaman! B safe uglie”

“i AM YOUR own personal gorgeous aquaman 😏 x”

“Don’t ever disrespect Jason momoa again in ur life !!!”

“U disrespect my wife Wunmi Mosaku”

“No I disrespect YOU. She doesn’t want u.”

“She wnted Jordan Patrick smith on tht show.”

“🥱🤫🖐🏽...I don’t blame her but only if he has the beard.”

“yew n ur got damn beards 😒”

Loves his seafood...I think that’s a given

“Can we eat something else, please!”

“...My Omama (grandmother) made her famous dressed crab.”

I decided against making hcs of graham before along with some others but ultimately thought he be of German background?

Not the greatest at speaking but understands the spoken language and ofc the curse words and insults are his favs + teaches mc some

I feel like he’s rough handed and has no issue bumping hips, elbowing, and putting mc into headlocks—basically treating his bestie like anyone of his bros really but he does that with anyone (including his omama, who laughs sending a punch with her knuckles against his forearm. It’s more of a gentle firm grip but they do this in greeting?)

Has no issue lugging mc around like some fish in a net?

like if there’s a severe rainstorm in his hometown of Devon and mc is the type to hate rain and they have a long way to get back to the car after hanging on the sandy beach all day, he’ll throw them over his shoulder like it’s nothing and stalk his way back up the cliffs to get back muttering “I’m getting real sick of Der mist!”

“Blah blah blah, you love me. Kiss my arse.”

“I could drop you on ya head, I’m sure that’s happened before.”

Then comes the hits, pinches, and jabs

Convinces mc to get random tattoos that he may or may not have doodled when they’re drunk off their asses

The next morning, “graham...what the f—

“Ah, now you look like me!” He ruffles mc’s hair from behind as they’re staring at their reflection in horror, “except I’d never get face tatts.” He whistles in slight disapproval

Mc might have to choke him and ask Gary to help dispose of the body in the ocean

Mc helps trim his beard instead since they almost cut off the entire patch left on top of his head “you look a bit like a beet or a mandrake from Harry Potter. Just cut the shit off or grow it all out, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Whatever happened to my body, my choice?”

“...that doesn’t apply to you. I’m your friend, I love you, and I’m trying to help you.”

“Oh, Piss off!”

Lots of middle fingers are used and hugs

Messy car, messy office, the only thing that’s neat is his hair/beard and his work ethic when it comes to the fish

He’s comes to mc when marisol dumps him and he’s hammered so that either = mad af or sad as hell sometimes it’s a little bit of both depending on how much he’s had

“Who do I have to fight? Or do you want to hug it out?”

“I kinda wanna slow dance to snow patrol.”

And you know it’s bad when graham openly wants to listen to snow patrol in the early afternoon instead of jelly roll or some shit

Hey, whatever the heartbroken fisherman wants he gets. That’s mc’s bud so they do what they can to make graham feel best...even if that means stepped on toes—He’s not the best dancer

I do get single dad vibes from him or at least uncle graham, he’s got a 3 year old son/nephew named Roy and he speaks so highly of the mother of his child/nephew who struggles with addiction but he’s on extremely good terms with her family

You adore Roy, who much like his daddy/uncle loves the water and sailboats

Mc will post captions about how thankful they are to have met graham due to some mess of a reality tv show whereas graham will post embarrassing pics that he secretly took of them and say things like “mc suxx a lot of the time 💘

“Text me when you get home bitch!” Type of friend too, cause if he can send you selfies so early in the day that he’s on the water at work then mc can txt him to let him know that they’re home after a night out, coming from work, etc...if they both are aware that the other was out

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Rolling Through Love: The Sweet and Tangy World of Jelly Roll Relationships

Relationships, much like a jelly roll, are layered, sweet, and a bit sticky. Whether you're new to the term or have heard it tossed around before, "jelly roll relationships" might just be the perfect analogy for the romantic rollercoaster you're on. Picture this: soft, sweet layers of love, all rolled up with a sticky filling of emotions, passion, and a few unexpected twists. Intrigued? The sticky goodness and see what makes jelly roll relationships such a unique and captivating dynamic.

What Are Jelly Roll Relationships?

Layers of Love and Connection

At its core, a jelly roll relationship is about layers—lots and lots of them. Just like the desert, these relationships have a foundation that’s sweet and soft but come with layers that need careful attention and maintenance. Imagine rolling up love, trust, communication, and a bit of drama into one tight package. It sounds delightful, but if not handled properly, things can get messy fast.

Jelly roll relationships are often characterized by:

Intense Emotional Bonds: The “filling” of the relationship is usually rich with passion, emotions, and sometimes even drama.

Complexity: With so many layers, things aren’t always straightforward. These relationships require effort, understanding, and a willingness to navigate through the tangy bits.

Surprises: Much like a jelly roll might have a surprise filling, these relationships often come with unexpected twists—good and bad.

Why Do We Fall for Jelly Roll Relationships?

So, why are people drawn to jelly roll relationships? The answer is simple: they’re exciting! The rollercoaster of emotions, the deep connection, and the thrill of the unknown make these relationships incredibly alluring. People who crave intensity and depth often find themselves in jelly roll relationships, reveling in the highs and sometimes even the lows.

The Sweetness of Jelly Roll Relationships

Passion and Chemistry

One of the biggest draws of jelly roll relationships is the passion. When things are good, they’re really good. The chemistry between partners can be electric, making every moment feel like it’s charged with energy. This passion can bring out the best in both partners, pushing them to grow, connect, and explore their relationship on a deeper level.

Pro Tip: To keep the passion alive, don’t be afraid to explore new things together—whether it’s a hobby, travel, or even just trying a new restaurant.

Emotional Intimacy

In a jelly roll relationship, emotional intimacy is often at its peak. The connection between partners is deep, and there’s a strong sense of understanding and empathy. This kind of bond is rare and can be incredibly fulfilling.

Pro Tip: Communication is key to maintaining emotional intimacy. Make time to talk—really talk—about your feelings, dreams, and concerns.

Excitement and Adventure

Let’s face it: jelly roll relationships are anything but boring. The constant twists and turns keep things exciting and can make the relationship feel like an adventure. If you’re someone who loves spontaneity, this might be the perfect relationship style for you.

Pro Tip: Embrace the adventure! Plan surprise dates, spontaneous trips, or just do something out of the ordinary to keep the excitement alive.

The Sticky Parts of Jelly Roll Relationships

Emotional Overload

With great passion comes great responsibility—or, in this case, emotional overload. Jelly roll relationships can be overwhelming at times, with emotions running high and conflicts flaring up more often than in other relationship styles. This can lead to burnout if not managed properly.

Pro Tip: Don’t be afraid to take a step back and breathe. It’s okay to have some time apart to recharge and regain perspective.

Communication Breakdown

Given the intensity of jelly roll relationships, communication is crucial. However, with so much going on, it’s easy for things to get lost in translation. Misunderstandings can quickly escalate into full-blown arguments if both partners aren’t careful.

Pro Tip: Make sure to practice active listening. Sometimes, just hearing your partner out can diffuse a situation before it gets out of hand.

The Roller Coaster Effect

While the highs of a jelly roll relationship can be exhilarating, the lows can be equally devastating. The emotional ups and downs can create a rollercoaster effect, leaving both partners feeling drained and uncertain at times.

Pro Tip: Establish a strong support system outside of your relationship. Friends, family, or even a therapist can provide valuable perspectives and support during tough times.

How to Roll with It: Navigating Jelly Roll Relationships

Set Boundaries

In any relationship, but especially in a jelly roll relationship, boundaries are crucial. Knowing what’s okay and what’s not helps both partners feel secure and respected.

Pro Tip: Have an open conversation about boundaries early on. Revisit them as the relationship evolves to make sure you’re both on the same page.

Keep the Communication Flowing

It can’t be stressed enough: communication is the lifeblood of a jelly roll relationship. Without it, things can get sticky—fast. Make sure to check in with your partner regularly and express how you’re feeling.

Pro Tip: Use “I” statements when discussing your feelings. This can help prevent your partner from feeling attacked and keep the conversation constructive.

Embrace the Sweet and the Tangy

Jelly roll relationships are a mix of sweet and tangy moments. Embracing both sides of the equation is key to making the relationship work. Remember, it’s the contrast that makes the relationship dynamic and keeps things interesting.

Pro Tip: Celebrate the sweet moments and learn from the tangy ones. Every experience is an opportunity to grow closer.

Conclusion

Jelly roll relationships are as sweet, sticky, and satisfying as the dessert they’re named after. They come with their fair share of challenges, but for those who are drawn to deep connections and a bit of excitement, they can be incredibly rewarding. Whether you’re already in a jelly roll relationship or curious about exploring one, remember to embrace the layers, communicate openly, and enjoy the sweet moments as they come. After all, love is all about rolling with the punches—and the sweetness!

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⠀⠀⠀ “PROLOGUE”

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selene set her phone down on the bathroom sink, rubbing her face (hands washed ofc). this is really happening, huh? she thought. walking out of the bathroom, she cleared her throat which was previously worn out from crying. selene, with her test in hand, sat on the couch, waiting and waiting and waiting for haru to come home from work. the time was 8:28PM and she had nearly fallen asleep until she heard the quiet unlocking of the front door. selene sat up and saw her boyfriend walk in, paper grocery bags in hand. “little help here?” he chuckled, seeing her focused gaze.

he snapped in front of her face to get her attention and she shuddered, nodding harshly. “yeah, of course.”

he rolled his eyes at her in a teasing way. she was always a little dazed. he found it cute.

he then looked down at the coffee table, seeing a little rectangle box wrapped in pink wrapping paper. “what’s this?” he reached to pick it up but she got to it faster. haru looked up at his beloved girlfriend and frowned. “hey? what is it?”

“it’s nothing!” selene pressed her lips together. “okay fine it’s a pregnancy test.” haru’s eyes widened to the size of an american quarter and he smiled softly.

“are you pregnant?” she nodded and he set down the groceries, pulling her into a hug, stroking her long black hair.

“what are we going to do, haru? aren’t we too young to start a family?” she sobbed into his shoulder and he patted her back.

“well, we can talk about that after i make dinner. is that good with you?” selene sniffled and mumbled a quiet ‘yes’. haru grinned and ruffled her hair. selene sat down at their small dinner table. soon they would have to add another chair. “okay. how about..i make your favorite dish?” he made jazz hands, waiting for her reaction—at least a smile.

selene looked up at him and tears filled her eyes again. the smaller man rushed over to her, pulling her into his embrace. “no no no, don’t cry. you’re okay, baby.”

haru helped her stand up, leading her over to the couch. “i’m scared, haru.” she curled up into a ball, feeling comfort in the way his arms were wrapped around her. he was her home.

“i know, i know.” he caressed her hair, kissing the crown of her head. the young couple sat still for a while, holding each other. selene stopped crying but only because haru started.

“no, you can’t start crying too! that’s my thing!” she huffed, wiping his tears.

the boy suddenly started laughing, which shocked selene. “and laughing is my thing.” she giggled and kissed the tip of his nose.

selene pressed down on her thighs and finally stood up. reaching for his hand, she sighed. “okay, let’s do this.”

haru took the girl’s hand and stood up with her. “what? make dinner?” she punched his shoulder and he feigned hurt.

“you know what i meant.” the girl rolled her eyes and yanked him towards the kitchen where they spent the next 45 minutes fixing a meal.

*six months later*

“i don’t know, tora. he’s just been pretty distant lately.” selene rested her hand on her stomach, where her bump had grown even larger.

“do you think he could be planning something? that’s why he’s been extra busy?”

“i guess? there isn’t much that kindergartners do so i don’t think he’s too busy with work.” her best friend snorted, finding her retort kinda hilarious.

“oh, well i have to go, selene. kou just texted me, asking where his phone was. ttyl!”

“yeah, thanks! bye.” she hung up, sighing heavily. selene looked down at her bump. “you’re a real pain, y’know.” she poked at it like it was some kind of jelly.

the front door of their apartment opened harshly, and selene flinched. their apartment doors were always so loud. we should probably get that fixed, she reminded herself. there stood her boyfriend, arms full of bags of candy. halloween was always his favorite holiday. selene smiled at the dorky boy who was still struggling to reach the marble island.

“i’ll get it.” she spoke, arms stretched out to reach for a bag. haru turned away from her, trying to keep her from doing any heavy lifting. “hey! let me help you!” haru thought she looked like an angry penguin when she stomped towards him.

“no! the doctor said you can’t do any heavy lifting until after you give birth!” he had set the bags on the island and selene looked at him like he was prey. her hands gripped onto the counter; she was ready to lunge at him. haru’s face as she chased him was priceless. it was a weird mixture of worry, fear, and joy. “oh shit!” he exclaimed, losing his balance as he tripped over one of the shoes she threw at him.

“i don’t care what the doctor said. i’m helping. besides, from the looks of it, the candy can’t be THAT heavy.” she tried reasoning, but when she lifted the variety bag, it tore open and spilled all over the kitchen floor. “well i guess it can, huh?”

haru, with a hand on his hip, gave selene an ‘i told you so’ look.

“you look a lot like your mother right now.” selene pointed out, painfully bending over to pick up a hershey bar that fell seconds ago.

“now that’s just sad. and wrong. she’s all old and wrinkly now.”

selene’s face went 😟 as she saw the small figure behind her boyfriend. with a mouth full of chocolate, she spoke, “babe you should shut up right about now.”

“no! i still have more to say.” selene glared him down, nearly making the poor man pee his pants. like his mother once said, if you value your life, never make a pregnant woman mad.

“who’s old and wrinkly, haruto?” his face suddenly lost all color as he heard the familiar, sickly, sweet voice from behind him. “and do tell me what else you had to say. we’ll be around for dinner so you have time.”

“oh it’s nothing.” the boy rubbed the back of his nape, a scare smile painting his face.

“right, mhm.” haru’s parents practically adopted selene after they started dating since hers were absent for most of her life. for people who are supposed to be parents, they sure stopped caring about selene after the wife finally got pregnant. “selene, darling, how are you? is the baby healthy? how many months along are you?” the aforementioned girl blinked harshly, trying to process what she asked.

“um, i’m good, so is the baby. and as of three weeks ago, i’m six months.” haru’s mom walked up to her, tucking her hair being her ears.

“poor girl. you must be in so much pain. plus, my little dweeb of a son must be making it worse.”

“oh, so much.” selene exaggerated, watching as haru frowned. he knew she was joking, but it still hurt him. he could be doing so much more for his girlfriend, but no. he’s been spending so much time trying to plan the perfect day to propose to her that he didn’t take the time to understand how she must’ve been feeling. horrible and lonely, he would’ve guessed.

“anyway, are you guys ready to go? i think it’s almost an hour until the reservation is actually valid.”

“i am, but i don’t know about haru.”

haru feigned an offended look, his hand pressed against his chest. “are you kidding me? i went to the grocery store in this suit.”

“well, haruto, don’t you know that that can cause creases and wrinkles?” his father asked, checking his watch.

her boyfriend shrugged, running his hands through his hair. “i do, but i just wanted to be extra prepared.”

“now that that’s settled, why don’t we head out?” selene offered, haru handing her her shoulder purse.

they all agreed, following after selene while haru locked up.

*45 minutes later*

as the clock hit 6:47, the group pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, exiting the car. they were seated at a small round table, with a waitress named harlowe.

minutes passed by, they ordered, they ate, and then they left. it was now 8PM and fatigue was starting to take over selene. they waited by the entrance for their car to be driven back to them. while waiting, haru’s anxiety was kicking in. right now. do it. right. now. haru kneeled down and selene raised a brow. “are you tricking me again?”

haru shushed the girl and looked down, rethinking his words. “selene, i’ve known you for six years now and i think this has been long overdue. i’ve known you were the one for me since the moment you walked into the gym, bumping into the door, announcing your role as a new manager. and i’ve loved you ever since.” people were starting to crowd around the couple and normally, selene would’ve been scared out of her mind, but now she didn’t care because she was finally having her main character moment. “now here’s the scary part,” her boyfriend whispered. “miyasaki selene, will you be the roxanne to my max? my forever and always? will you marry me?” selene giggled at his “a goofy movie” reference and eagerly nodded, grinning like a child at disney world.

haru smiled with her, pulling her into a bear hug. he wiped her tears that were unbeknownst to her and declared his love to her as he slipped the peridot ring on her finger. “you remembered?”

“i remembered.” back when they were in high school, selene begged him that when, not if, they got engaged, he would give her a peridot ring instead of a diamond ring. she always believed that worth was subjective and haru knew how much she loved her birthstone, so he got the ring custom made.

“you’re perfect.” she exclaimed, basking in the attention they were receiving from the bystanders.

*three months later*

“haru, you asshole! if you don’t show up within the next 10 minutes, i’m divorcing you.”

“don’t worry, babe. i’m right around the corner!”

“don’t ‘babe’ me, just show up!” she violently screamed into her phone. the bloodlust was practically oozing out of her and if her fiancé didn’t walk faster than 2mph, she would make sure that he would never see the child that she was on the verge of giving birth to.

the door slammed open, and there stood her fiancé. it felt like déjà vù but selene was NOT in the mood. she just wanted the pain of being in labor to end.

after around 27 minutes of pushing, screaming, and selene cursing her fiancé in her head, the baby popped out of her. “it’s a boy!” the overly cheerful doctor exclaimed.

“well no shit, we saw in the ultrasound.” selene retorted, finally able to breathe again.

“i apologize for her.” haru smiled at the doctor who looked like she was about to start crying. as soon as they cut the umbilical cord and did whatever they do to newborns, they gave selene her baby, afraid she was going to snap at them again.

selene and her boys slept on that very hospital bed for the night, relieved. her baby was healthy and the love of her life was there to see. he was definitely happy that selene wouldn’t divorce him. they weren’t even married yet!

*two months later*

“bye, haru!”

selene kissed him on the cheek and haru kissed her and hikaru back. “bye, selene! bye, hikaru!” he waved and closed the door, going off to the school.

“why don’t we go on a walk to the park? well, i’ll be walking and hauling your cute little ass around, but it’ll be fun!” she claimed, clapping her hands together.

selene gathered all of hikaru’s baby food, diapers, clothing etc. and put it in the baby bag in his fancy, new stroller that his grandparents bought him. changing into some leggings and a graphic tee, selene and hikaru left the apartment, and went off to the park.

it was half way into their walk that selene received a call from an unknown number. “hello?”

“hi, we are here to inform you that your fiancé has been involved in a car accident, caused by a drunk driver.” selene covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face like a waterfall. seeing his mother cry, hikaru started wailing loudly. “ma’am? are you there?”

the, now, widowed mother regained her composure. “may i ask which hospital he’s at?”

“highland hospital, miss.”

“thank you, have a nice day.” selene placed her phone back in her pocket and sprinted in the direction of her car.

[at the hospital]

selene, holding hikaru on her hip, paced back and forth around the room, waiting for news.

suddenly the door opened, revealing the man’s parents. their eyes watered at the sight and his mother ran over to embrace the poor girl. his father took a seat at the bench and sobbed quietly into his hands.

haru’s right arm and leg were severely broken and he would’ve definitely been required to have surgery. across his face and shoulder were extremely long wounds that were still bleeding. he didn’t look like your fiancé anymore.

hikaru was still confused about what was going on, for he was looking around the room, watery eyed, for his father. he couldn’t recognize the man on the bed, which added to the sadness.

within a fraction of a second, the machine that was taking and recording his vitals started beeping and doctors started rushing in, pushing everyone else out. now, there she was. sitting outside of the icu room, she hugged hikaru tightly and prayed to whichever god was present to save her fiancé. she couldn’t lose him. not yet.

but death is natural. and although it takes some too early or too late, for the right or wrong reasons, it’s still natural and destined to happen some day.

and that’s when she received the news. “miss, we’re sorry to inform you that the patient has unfortunately passed away. we give our condolences.” suddenly, every single noise in the hospital drowned out and everything went black.

“hey! we need a doctor over here. my daughter-in-law has collapsed!” was the last thing she heard before losing consciousness.

*a day later*

the light was blinding and coming back way too fast for selene’s liking. she searched the room for her family. not even hikaru was present. only the doctor. “w-what happened?”

“oh, good. you’re awake. apparently, you went into shock and collapsed in the middle of the hallway after hearing the news of your fiancé dying.” she was suddenly reminded of the news as her eyes glossed over. she let out a small ‘oh’ at the thought and cleared her throat. another doctor burst in and yanked the man aside.

“gee, aaron, who kicked your dog today?”

“aaron?” selene looked at the man again and looked for any familiar features.

“that’s dr. aaron to you.” she fiddled with the blanket which was uncomfortably thin. the female doctor ordered him to leave the room and sat by her side.

“sorry about him. he’s not good at interacting with anything but his body pillow of ariana grande.” selene grimaced at the thought and she laughed.

“it's fine. everyone has their flaws, i guess. do you happen to know where my son is?”

“oh, hikaru? what an adorable little boy. he’s in the waiting room with his grandparents.” she caressed selene’s arm. “my name is zoey, in case you were wondering.”

“thank you, zoey—i-sorry, dr. zoey.” zoey shook her head and laughed.

“don’t worry, i’m not like that uptight little shit named aaron. you can just call me zoey.” she beamed at selene, showing her gummy smile. she was about to leave, but quickly turned around and snapped and pointed at her. “right! i came in here to tell you that you’re okay to be discharged right about now.”

“thank you, again, zoey. you’ve been a great help!” she nodded as a ‘thanks’ and left the room. selene went back to fiddling with her blanket. he can’t really be gone, can he? i mean, it all happened so fast.

it took her a while to finally come to terms with the harsh truth that her fiancé was dead and she would never see him again. the next couple months would be the hardest, despite what she thought.

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A/N: ngl, i kinda sobbed when i wrote this. and OMG :0 this chapter is 2,578 words long- that’s like the longest thing i’ve ever written without any guidance or prompt. so congrats to me! and i promise that this is the longest the actual word by word text will be in this fic. i’m too tired to write any more stuff so 👍

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

You Belong With Me

Sebastian’s stylist has been in love with him for two years, ever since she started working for him. When Mackie accidentally lets it slip to Sebastian, does he feel the same way or is she about to get her heart broken?

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           “Well, if it isn’t Madam President!” Anthony said as you entered the trailer. You rolled your eyes. He was full of nicknames, but this was a new one.

           “Of what?” You asked, genuinely confused. You put your bag down, grabbing the new hairspray you were going to try on Sebastian that morning. You’d been his stylist for two years, and Sebastian had just now told you that he didn’t like how crunchy his hair was in certain scenes. It was just about the only thing he hadn’t shared with you. You were unusually close, and you knew that it was weird. But you weren’t going to do anything about it because you were literally just out of college and you had a feeling that Sebastian preferred women who could legally rent cars and not have to pay spring break fees at hotels.

           “The Sebastian Stan fan club!” Anthony responded, like it was absolutely obvious. His stylist, Hannah, who was also one of your best friends, laughed as she started to put on a prosthetic gash on Anthony’s arm. He was working on a scene where he’d been absolutely clobbered, so he was expected to be there an hour before Sebastian. The most you had to do for Sebastian aside from the normal makeup was the same consistent bruising you’d been using most of the season. Special effects weren’t your specialty.

           “They still have those? I guess you wouldn’t have one, though,” you shot back. Hannah giggled.

           “Hey, hey, you’re on my side!” Anthony said to Hannah. “At least I’m not in love with him.” You sighed as you started setting up the station, finding the jelly Sebastian used to put his fake arm on. The last thing you needed was for Mackie to make any more jokes about lube. A text from Sebastian lit your phone up – On the way! With your coffee!!! They had oat milk this morning! YAY!

           “I’m not in love with him,” you sighed. You were lying and everyone knew it, you included. “There’s this thing that you might not be familiar with called a friendship.”

           “Yeah, I got lots of those and I don’t cry over ‘em.” You shrugged. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t cried over it. But you cried over everything. You were a crybaby. Even Sebastian knew that. You’d cried the first time he’d gone out of his way to bring you coffee.

           “You cried over your wife’s text yesterday,” Hannah reminded him.

           “Woman, work on my arm!” Anthony demanded. She shrugged and started opening a gallon of fake blood. He dropped the conversation, at least for a few minutes, to tell a story about one of his kids. You knew that he was just joking about even telling Sebastian. He had your back. But you were determined not to let anything slip, even accidentally. Because you needed this job, and you didn’t want to have to suffer through it before quitting the best paying and most fulfilling job you ever thought you could have. And, besides, you were going to Japan on the press tour with Sebastian and you really didn’t want to give that up.

           “I brought coffee!” Sebastian said a few minutes later as the trailer door opened up. Indeed, he was holding your iced coffee with oat milk and vanilla syrup in one hand and his own in the other.

           “You’re a life-saver,” you said as you took it from him.

           “It’s the least I can do for someone who lubes up my arm every day,” he winked. Your heart skipped a beat. A jolt of electricity went through you and forced a smile onto your face. Then you realized.

           “That’s not the only thing she lubes up, I’m sure,” Mackie joked. You shot a look to him and Sebastian saw it. Sebastian just giggled like the idiot he was, and plopped down in the makeup chair.

           “You’re just jealous,” Sebastian said, “if you asked me for an iced coffee with oat milk and four pumps of vanilla syrup, dude, I would’ve brought you one.”

           “Alright, I got the new hairspray,” you interrupted, just wanting the subject to be dropped.

           “Can we wash my hair first?” Sebastian asked. You rolled your eyes. He said your small hands were the best at washing his hair, and you saw that he had indeed skipped washing it that morning. It was dry and greasy, and you needed it to be slightly wet.

           “Get over there and turn the water on,” you sighed. “And open the email I sent you, I need you to let me know which of those jackets you like for the press tour.” In addition to his makeup artist, he’d hired you on as his stylist. It was a lot of extra work, but he paid you just as much as Disney did. Another reason why you didn’t want things to be weird – you didn’t want to wrestle with his tie and avoid looking up at him at the same time. You’d much rather just have him laugh at you and watch his cheeks crinkle up.

           “Thanks!” Sebastian called as he walked over to the hair washing station at the end of the small trailer.

           “You know, he’s been asking if I want to set him up with someone…” Anthony started quietly as you reached for a comb.

           “If you even mention my name and ruin my entire life, Mackie, I swear to God I will…”

           “Hey, now. He likes you too. Trust me.” You groaned and turned around, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater to start on Sebastian’s hair.

           “You know, Mackie, you look like the kind of guy people can trust. But it’s been two years and I can only count a handful of times when you haven’t been lying to me.” He shrugged.

           “Fine to me if you want to keep being a bachelorette your whole life.”

           “I’m 21.”

           “And he’s not getting any younger.” You scoffed and turned back to help Sebastian. If he heard anything, he didn’t say anything. He just let out a sigh when you started washing his hair.

-

           “I’m not talking about this, Anthony!” You said loudly. “Sit down so I can fix it!” You were referring to a bruise he’d gotten on set when someone had playfully punched him with a set of fake brass knuckles only to realize they were real. Hannah was taking a long break to go to the doctor, so you were it. Sebastian was supposed to be on set, but he was outside the trailer. He stopped when he heard your voice. He’d never really heard you snap at anyone before.

           “Fine, fine, fine. I’m just trying to help you, kid. I think you could be endgame, I really do. If you would both just stop being your stubborn selves…”

           “Anthony!” You warned. Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but if it wasn’t about him he didn’t know what else. Endgame?

           “I am just saying.”

           “I’m 21. I barely even have a job, I pick out clothes for him…”

           “You’re a glorified babysitter and you’re fantastic at your job. Anyone who can’t see that is, well, not here.”

           “Still. It’s so cliché, dating an assistant, and…” Hannah emerged from the car she’d just parked beside the trailer, seeing Sebastian.

           “Are you eavesdropping?” She asked with narrow eyes.

           “No,” Sebastian answered. It was surely a lie. Hannah passed him and swung the door open, revealing you.

           “Oh, thank God,” you said as you saw her. But when you looked past her, your heart dropped in your chest. Sebastian was there. And you were sure he’d heard the entire thing. You sighed, though. You wanted to go home and cry, but you sucked it up and got Sebastian ready for his next scene. You and Hannah were in the trailer for another two hours, patiently waiting in case you got called to fix hair or makeup. You didn’t, though, and finally they were back. Anthony gave you a mischievous smile, one that was completely unapologetic. Did he ever not play around?

           “Hannah, can you come back with me for a minute? Costumes asked for your input on some of the replacement suits.”

           “Coming!” Hannah walked out as Sebastian walked in. Over the time that you helped him get un-ready, you noticed the things that Anthony had been pointing out. You were more careful with his skin than you were your own, making sure he didn’t break out from the makeup. You were way more careful to hide his eyes with your hand when you used product on his hair. You were too gentle with the brush. And this time he seemed to notice it, too, and the air in the room shifted as you watched him grab his backpack and start changing back into the sweats he’d been in that morning. Even without real clothes on, he was still gorgeous. He still looked like a million dollars. He looked soft. You wanted to run forward and grab him, but you didn’t. You just started to put your own sweatshirt on.

           “You know, Anthony was telling me earlier,” Sebastian started. He shut off the air conditioning unit you kept in the window for your asthma. You looked over at him and took in the sudden silence in the room, eyeing your lanyard of car keys beside his. Usually, he’d walk you back to your car because it was dark out. No matter the security of the studio – he always wanted you to feel safe.

           “What?” You asked, trying not to make anything obvious.

           “He was making it sound, I don’t know, like… Like you, uh, like me or something.” Sebastian was causal about it, but you could see his hands were shaking and you could see something in his eyes. Your own started to look like a deer in the headlights.

           “Um,” you started to respond.

           “I mean, if you do, it’s…”

           “I have to go,” you interrupted abruptly. Sebastian looked defeated. “I can make it back to my car, I just remembered I have to, uh…” You took your car keys, and Sebastian sighed. He was losing you, just like he feared he would. Great.

           “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/n,” he said with a sad smile. He watched you walk to your old car, wrestle the key in, and sit down. And just as you did, the night’s first drop of rain fell from the sky. Of course it was supposed to rain as your entire life was crashing down on you. It was too ironic for it not to.

           “Where’d Y/n go?” Anthony asked as he appeared at the trailer again.

           “She looked like she was about to start crying,” Sebastian answered. “You said she liked me so I asked her, and all she said was she had to go.”

           “Oh, my God, man, you did not lead with that question.” Sebastian sighed.

           “It’s been five years, dude, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Anthony rolled his eyes and started to grab a makeup wipe. “I like her, and I’m pretty sure she all but said it, but I really think I screwed something up.”

           “Yeah, you did. Just… Give it an hour. Bring her dinner, tell her you screwed up, and that you like her and you just didn’t know how to lead the question.” Sebastian looked down.

           “But what if she doesn’t want to be with me? I’m old.”

           “She does. And right now she’s probably thinking you don’t want to be with her, so you’d better go fix it before she cries into an entire quart of chocolate chip cookie dough and starts watching Gilmore Girls again.” Sebastian took his car keys and picked his jacket up from the back of the chair.

           “Maybe I should just bring her the ice cream, too,” he grumbled to himself.

           “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. She only likes the Ben & Jerry’s because it’s the only one that has enough cookie dough, so go ahead. But you should shower first, you smell like fire.” Sebastian nodded, slowly, and headed out into the cold rain.

-

           “I just feel like such shit,” you told your mom. You had taken a break from crying when you got back to the little guest house you rented from an old rich couple in Tuxedo Park since it was close to the studio. You had called your mom, wishing she could give you some words of wisdom.

           “Why else would he ask you if he doesn’t like you?”

           “Mackie.” Your mom seemed to understand. You loved Anthony like a brother or an uncle, but he really didn’t seem to understand that you were a scared… Idiot. You were being an idiot.

           “Oh.”

           “I know I’m being an idiot, I just… I don’t want to ruin anything. And what if we do get together somehow and he just breaks up with me and I still need this job, and…”

           “I think it’s a chance you should take,” your mom said. “You are being an idiot. What’s the worst that can happen if you don’t say anything? It’s going to come out sometime, and I think it already did.” You sniffled.

           “I just really like him and I feel like I really screwed up.” You watched a set of car lights come down the house’s long driveway toward your little apartment, but it was just the owner, Moira, coming back from the country club.

           “I think you can fix this, honey. And I think you know what you should do.” You nodded, slowly, but took a second look out your window and stood up from where you were laying on the couch. The lights weren’t Moira or her husband, Alexander. Or their daughter. It was Sebastian’s car. Your heart started beating faster.

           “Sebastian’s here,” you said in pure shock.

           “Well, go see what he wants,” your mom responded. “And call me later.” You hung up the phone absentmindedly, looking around you. You had the TV playing Gilmore Girls, you were wearing your oldest, ugliest pair of sweats, and you had cried all of your makeup off. You looked like an absolute wreck. If this didn’t make him hate you, you didn’t know what would. You tried to fix your hair a little, but you didn’t make it too far. Sebastian got out of his car in the pouring rain holding a brown paper bag you recognized well. It was from your favorite Italian restaurant. In another bag was a pint of cookie dough ice cream like the one you’d just finished. You sighed. He was definitely buying you dinner just to reject you. But you put your best face on and opened the door, taking in the smell of the pouring rain.

           “Why are you here?” You asked him.

           “Dinner!” He answered. You smiled at the innocence of his response and stood in the doorway, arms crossed, holding the door open with your back. “About earlier, in the trailer, I…”

           “I do like you,” you responded when you could hear him over the rain. He was under the portico of the guest house, protected from the rain.

           “You do?” His face lit up with a smile as he walked in, putting the bags down on the counter behind you. “Because I thought for a second…”

           “No, I just… I was being an idiot.”

           “No, I was being an idiot, I was such an asshole just calling you out like that, but I talked to…”

           “… Mackie,” you finished for him. He nodded.

           “Yeah. I just… He told me you only like Ben & Jerry’s, but they had two kinds with cookie dough so I got both of them, and then I got food, and I was hoping we could talk a little, just because….”

           “Did you get two sets of silverware?”

           “I was hoping I could eat with you. Like, I don’t know. Some kind of weird, impromptu, fucked-up, accidental date?” He asked timidly. You couldn’t help but smile, and that was when he actually looked down at you. “Have you been crying?”

           “And eating Ben & Jerry’s,” you answered. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

           “And watching Gilmore Girls,” he said as he saw the TV. “That’s exactly what Mackie said.” You scoffed.

           “How does he know me so well?”

           “I can’t believe I don’t.” Sebastian looked down at you, brushing your hair behind your head. The door was still open and the rain was still beating down and you were melting from his touch as he held onto your cheek.

           “Are you about to kiss me in the rain?” You asked him.

           “Is that okay?”

           “Yeah. Just make it fast so my ice cream doesn’t melt and my food doesn’t get cold.” He smiled at you and leaned down, just enough to where he could kiss you. Your hands went to his chest to pull him closer. He had just showered and he smelled like the aftershave he always left in the trailer and you never wanted him to stop. He was just as soft and warm as he looked.

           “Fast enough?”  

A/N: I loved writing this so much omg. My power is back, my WiFi is back, and I am in my FEELS. I think you can probably tell I was listening to some old T Swift when I was writing this????

[romanianseba]

Salty Pasta

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Dinner with Sebastian.

Warnings: none, but fluff!!!

World Count: 1.4k

A/N: i believe I wrote this when seb was in greece last year filming monday, so tanned sebastian was in my mind just so you know. this is one of my favorite things i've written and i don't know why i didn't post it sooner (also, hope this doesn't make sense only for me) i hope you enjoy this in this weird times we're living.

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"You don't like the pasta." Sebastian commented suddenly from across the table.

It was a nice, chill, summer night you were spending on a small table situated outside a quaint Italian-themed restaurant. You looked up at him with a slight frown, taken aback when he said just what you were thinking.

"Do you?" He quirked an eyebrow when you didn't respond, his eyes on you.

You shrugged unbothered, not wanting to let a small thing ruin the beautiful moment you were having together because, knowing Sebastian, he wouldn't let it down if you said the truth.

"Babe, I know you. You always eat what you don't like first; completely. If you happened to like everything in your plate right now, you'll be eating it all together."

"It's too salty." You mumbled, giving up. Known to be a terrible liar, you didn't really stand a chance.

"Is it?" His brows frowned together as you nodded. "And why are you still eating it?" He chuckled.

"It's okay." Shaking your head you smiled softly as he leaned to take a taste of your pasta.

"Babe, it's too salty!"

"I know." You winced.

"Why didn't you say anything? Let me call the waitress."

"No! Sebastian, it's fine, really." You grabbed his wrist when he reached to take your plate.

"Babe, we're paying for this. As customers we have the right to give opinions."

"Look, I know that. But what if this person gets fired? I couldn't carry with the guilt."

His expression softened. "Your heart is pure gold, doll. But we need to tell them. In a nice way obviously, as a suggestion only. Maybe they made a mistake. They'll thank us you'll see."

"Seb..." You begged when he turned around his chair to call the waitress.

"I'm not gonna enjoy the rest of this dinner knowing that you're not enjoying yours, I'm not letting you finish this pasta. So we tell them or I'll eat it myself because I know you don't want to feel like we're wasting food." He said firmly.

You sighed. "Okay, but just don't tell them to bring a better pasta. Just give them the suggestion and I'll order something else."

"Of course, sweetheart." He leaned across the table to kiss your forehead and turned around to call the waitress. The young woman approached the table as soon as she realized she was being called.

"Is everything okay?" She asked with a lovely Italian accent, wearing a kind smile on her face.

You smiled at her and looked at Sebastian who was looking at you. He smiled and looked up at the waitress.

"Yeah, thank you very much. It's just that the pasta my wife ordered is very salty." He explained politely.

Your smile grew bigger. You loved to hear Sebastian letting people know you were his wife. Your heart would always jump happily inside your chest. You just loved the reminder of it coming from his voice, because one; you were his wife and two; he would always say it with a joyful little smile on his face. Your smile reached your eyes because you loved the condition he was in. Slightly sunburned, a simple white t-shirt, shorts, messy hair, and a relaxed expression on his beautiful, beard covered face. He was finally not looking tired after the past exhausted months he went through, between traveling, filming, press tours and premieres.

Your hand supporting your chin, all sounds and all actions happening around him being blocked out; you were in the middle of admiring your husband when you felt your plate being retired and Sebastian returned his attention to you. You came out of your trance to realize that the waitress was also looking at you now, a polite smile still on her face. You looked back at Sebastian, completely lost at where their conversation had gone and now, apparently, they were both expecting you to say something.

"She asked if you want to try a different kind of pasta. She says that's how people usually eat it here, saltier than pasta usually should be. Most costumers are regulars here and that's how they like it." Sebastian informed you when he saw the confusion in your eyes, urging him to explain to you what was going on.

"Uhm, yes, of course." You said nervously to the waitress, embarrassment taking over your features after being caught not paying attention, flush creeping up your face.

"I'll bring it back to you, Mrs." She said politely and walked away.

When you turned back to Sebastian, he was looking at you, his lip between his teeth in an attempt to hide his amusement. You laughed, playfully throwing your napkin at him.

"What happened, babe? Got a little distracted?" He made fun of you.

"I was just thinking how relaxed you look right now. Makes me happy to see you in such state of peace."

"C'mon, just confess you're utterly in love with me."

"Oh, that I am for sure. You're out here looking beautifully sun-kissed, it's just unfair for the rest of us. My pregnancy hormones are not helping either."

He grinned. Leaning across the small table -so small, your knees were touching his- he cupped your cheeks in his hands and pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

"You look wonderful." Sebastian murmured against your lips. "The most stunning momma out there."

He kissed you again as you wrapped one hand around his wrist. This kiss lasted longer and you were almost positive you had eyes on you already but you didn't care. It was a soft kiss and you rarely kissed in public. Not wanting to be that clingy couple to the world, you two enjoyed those moments to yourselves really most of the time.

But you melted with his touch immediately against his soft lips. You felt like jelly, only being held together by this man.

"I do feel relaxed." He said when he pulled away, leaving you floating in the air.

"That's what you deserve, honey." You managed to say after composing from the feeling of his lips against yours, and reached to steal some veggies from his plate. "The amount of times I saw you in the verge of collapsing during the past months. I would cry my eyes out, specially after you got me pregnant. I got very sensitive."

You saw the quick change of emotion on his eyes, a glint of sorrow when you mentioned crying for him and a joyful sparkle when you pointed out he got you pregnant. And his response was the exact reflection of those emotions; he said; "Oh God!" In the most adorable way, something he always said when he felt joyful and excited about something, and then; "I'm really sorry." Something he always says because that's how Sebastian is, it's his nature.

"Are you sorry for leaving me pregnant or for making me distressed?" You teased, already knowing the answer.

"I could never regret leaving a baby in you, is the most amazing thing in the world. You look gorgeous with a pregnant belly and I cannot wait to meet that little human being you're so courageously carrying with." His voice broke a little, his gaze full of love and emotion causing happy tears to come rushing to your eyes. "I do feel sorry for making you worry about me. I promise it won't happen again."

"I'll always worry about you not matter what, Sebastian." You giggled.

"Okay, yeah I know, but I won't give you reasons to get over worried. Not anymore."

"Thank you very much, sir." You beamed at him and he grinned back, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Here it is, Mrs. We're sorry for the misunderstanding, I hope you enjoy." The waitress came back and she placed your plate back in front of you.

"Thank you very much." You smiled at her.

Flushing once again for being caught when you and Sebastian were in your own bubble, looking at each other with goofy smiles on your faces. She kindly asked if you wanted something else and then just walked away.

"How is it now?" Sebastian asked as you both continued talking, pointing at your pasta.

"It's real good." You said, chewing some bread.

"Is it?"

You nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. I'm fine. Wanna try?"

"Oh, I know you are. But I'm asking how's your food."

You rolled your eyes. "Dear God."

"What?" He smiled innocently. "Hey, I thought you were talking about yourself."

"Stop it, silly."

You laughed, he laughed. And the night continued like that. Just you and Sebastian talking about everything and anything. From silly little things to how life would be as parents to more silly comments to what you were both most afraid about being new parents, baby names, encouraging comments to each other, loving glances, getting lost admiring each other's features and just a magical perfect night.

[lovelyrhink]

continuation of this for @half-of-something

link’s stomach drops at the sight of his friend standing in the doorway.

shameful heat curdles his blood and he panics, quickly turning away from the mirage of rhett watching him. he scrambles, roving his hands over the desk as if to clear the evidence as sweat rolls down the valley in his back. he’s too shocked to curse, silently wishing the floor to open up and swallow him down.

behind him, the office door clicks shut. rhett’s on him fast, pulling him to his feet by his biceps. he looks, meeting rhett’s eyes as his fever breaks him out in sweats, coiling stomach and sizzling nerves, fuzzy, fuzzy. link’s breath catches in the back of his throat in the moment before rhett’s lips are on him. rhett’s kiss smothers link’s fear, fearless. the man’s big hands squeeze link where they grip.

“oh, link,” rhett moans on link’s mouth, a faint, joyful cry as his soft lips press firmly against link’s. it feels- feels just like link thought it would, and his fear loosens the harder rhett kisses. he slips his tongue in link’s mouth, and link goes boneless, giving over to the big man holding him as he jellies.

link can’t comprehend, even as his tongue knows what to do. his wide eyes have gone blurry but it’s rhett, he’s sure of it, the real rhett, kissing him with a hot wet mouth, sloppily frenching him like a desperate college boy long overdue for a smooch. rhett keeps kissing him wordlessly, puffing hot air in the space between kisses as link’s hot-blooded fear boils into anxious lust.

rhett doesn’t let up as he stumbles into link, crowding him with his tall frame, taking, taking. link relaxes into the taste, and his eyes slide closed as rhett begins to move, releasing his arms to paw at his chest, belly, waist, hips. nervous, link squeaks out rhett’s name, which only spurs the man, growling out a possessive noise as he presses his body against link. and there-

link feels it. he’s hard, tight-bodied and swollen in his muscles, so deliciously masculine that link pushes through his haze to grab back. link grabs for him, touching all he can, as rhett keeps kissing. endless kisses, slick on his lips and hot to the touch. bulging, rippled muscles and soft mewls of pleasure. it’s a dream and link’s paralyzed by desire, reaching weakly to touch rhett’s beard to ground him, earthbound. rhett’s really here, in the office, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. distantly, link feels himself harden again. rhett senses it.

beautiful beardy mouth goes to link’s neck as one big hand works down his front, groping him where he’s sensitive. link pants, pulling on rhett’s hips to get him closer but squirming at the touch. it’s too much too fast, but link wants more than he can take, wants rhett to purr forever at his ear, squeezing the damp shape of his cock, urging it to swell again, premature and tender.

link nudges rhett with his head to get his mouth again, and rhett obliges. kisses like he’s never been kissed, touches like he’s never been touched. fever. link nips rhett’s lip and opens his mouth to receive, tongued as if lust can melt the memory of plexiglass. rhett’s soft lips on the other side of the sheet had link aching for weeks, months afterwards, but now, there is little shame, and rhett puts one hand on his hip as the other plunges into his sweats. 

he tugs, squeezes, works quick. link’s legs give out but rhett grips his hips as he falters, pinning him awkwardly to the office chair, hunched over link like a hungry lover, eager to finish him again. link takes every wet kiss in time with rhett’s strokes, and it’s fast, quick to swell like he’s nineteen again and jerking off a second time as rhett lazily works himself in the bunk below. rhett teases something about catching him red-handed and the last shred of link’s dignity eeks out his cock, drooling where rhett has him by the mouth. big hand tugging, beardy mouth on him, and link will come again, just like this. he wants rhett’s tongue in his mouth as he comes in his hand, but rhett must sense that he wants it because he pulls back. whining at the loss of rhett’s tongue in his mouth, link blinks slowly as the big man pushes him back into the office chair and sinks to his knees. rhett grips his thighs and starts. 

rhett’s mouth takes him and it’s different, different than his college girlfriend and his wife on a good night, because it’s rhett. rhett’s mouth has dropped from his lips to his cock, and the beardy wet heat feels even better down here. dazed, link watches as the small mouth takes his length, gaunt cheeks hollowing as he sucks, big hands pawing clumsily up his body, groping, claiming, needy.

too much, it’s too much, and link’s crying, crying out for rhett to slow down as his cock aches, overstimulated and pained with heat, but his hands push at rhett’s head, fingers in his curls as if magnetized to the gorgeous tangle. rhett sucks in earnest, holding link as he bucks up off the chair, desktop screensaver watching with a knowing blue glow, silent save the wet, imperfect sounds.

“rh-rhett,” link clicks, teeth gritting as he holds rhett’s handsome face between his legs. his body screams for release, screams like it knows it can never come alone after this, never again, not without the perfection of the man on him now. 

the man looks up, curls over his eyes as he bobs his head, pinning link with a truth sharper than the refracted light of the video from years ago. hands gripping, pinning link to the moment, link tightens his fingers in his curls and hisses, aching to kiss him but unable, as he tenses and spills into rhett’s mouth.

[nitannichionne]

His Own, Chapter 3: Someone’s Been Sleeping in My Bed & There He Is (Chris Evans James Dornan Werewolf Fanfic)

CHAPTER 3: Someone’s Sleeping In My Bed...& There He Is

“No!” You say, but you know this is happening.

The wolf you rescued last night became a man. You look in his blue eyes which sparkle and he smiles, “Uh, yes.”

You push him from you, and he comes right back and holds you close. You look down and see chest hair on muscular pecs, a washboard stomach and—“oh, you’re naked.” You suck a breath and look away.

He chuckles deeply, the vibration of his chest against yours making you tremble as he sniffs your neck.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“You just sniffed me.”

“Yes, I did, and you know what I smelled?” he asks, lips brushing the shell of your ear before he locks eyes with you again. “Pheremones.”

“Pheremones?” you repeat, swallowing hard.

“Pheremones are—” He rubs noses with you. “a chemical substance—” He kisses your nose. “produced—” He kisses your lips and tilts his head the other way. “and released by an animal—” He kisses your lips again and positions himself over you. “that affects the behavior of others in that species, usually of the opposite sex.” He kisses your chin. “Guess what I smell?”

“What?” you moan softly as he starts kissing your neck. The pit of your stomach stirs as his tongue flicks out on your skin and then he brings his lips into play to seal each tender assault of the trail he is making.

“Attraction.” He says softly. “It’s coming off your skin, out of your pores, and I have to respond to it.” You moan softly as his kisses trail lower and his hands travel up your nightshirt.

“Ah!” you exhale and arch as he comes up on his elbows over you, supporting your upper body. You feel him…that hard length nestling between your thighs grinding in request for entry, and your mind is going blank while the rest of you is turning to jelly and opening up to him. You feel a slight chill as your nightshirt slides up your body and he extends your arms over your head to pull it off completely.

“See?” He chuckles softly, holding your wrists together with one hand. He goes lower on your body and you shiver as his mouth closes over one of your breasts and his tongue flicks and circles the tip. He goes to the other and you squirm as once again you feel your body arching as it starts to open in invitation to him, sex quivering, breath quickening. Your fingers dig into his sides, trying to steady yourself. His hips grind into yours. “I’d prefer it if you’d rake my back.”

You gasp, opening your eyes to see him deliver kisses down the center of your body. You are held captive by him in the most primal way as he inhales your most intimate scent, resulting in his eyes rolling closed for a second.

“You are mine now.”

You try to talk but then his mouth seizes you. You suck a breath loudly, and you try to pull away, if only to clear your head, but his arms are locked around your legs. For a fleeting moment you admire the sheer strength of his biceps, and then his tongue flicks and delves in such a way you cry out, your mind completely blank. You pant hard, arching to him lost in sensation. Your breath hitches and your moans become high pitched and louder, writhing in his sensual embrace.

Your first release comes, and he moans, tasting you for the first time. And you, you feel like you didn’t know what real desire tastes like till this moment: the hunger to taste, the need to be touched, the ache to be filled. In your own way, you feel like you will lose it if you don’t have him. You stop breathing as you look into his glowing eyes and he pounces forward, aligning his body with yours as he growls over you like an animal over prey. You start to tremble as you feel him nestle between your legs, his member moving back and forth and dividing your lovelips. He kisses you and you respond, lost.

You cry out as his hips thrust hard into yours, and you feel his thick length surge inside you, stretching you. You grip is biceps, and your scream becomes more of high pitched exhale, ending in a whimpering moan. He growls as if to steady and comfort you, his lips brushing and caressing your neck as he starts to rock in and out of you gently. You begin panting again, your hands resting on his back and fingers digging into his spine. He hisses at the sensation and kisses you passionately, his body moving faster and harder inside and over you. You moan into each other’s mouths as you kiss, passions building higher. He scoops one leg over his forearm, trying to get closer, deeper. Your grunts and groans are in unison, his deep, yours high.

“I am yours,” he pants. “Are you mine?”

You can barely think. Your blood is thudding in your ears, your sex is throbbing around his. “Uh…”

He growls as if for control. “Are you mine?”

“YES!” You arch hard, making you both cry out as he bites your neck and you scratch his back, your hearts racing your bodies higher, to the edge, and finally over it.

You hold each other tightly, riding out the climax, your body throbbing around him and feeling a hot flood coating and heating your walls while a little voice inside you mentions birth control. It fades, you don’t care, and neither does he. He seems to want every drop spilled inside you and your body can’t stop coaxing it out of him, feeling more at peace with every bit of himself he gives.

He rests his forehead against yours and moans a heavy exhale. He kisses you again and you’re speechless. That was too intense for words. He comes up on his elbows, supporting your upper body, cradling you in his embrace, his hands tangled in your hair. “You’re with me, now.” He watches you frown a little. “Yes, you are. Should I prove it again?” He kisses your nose and your heart melts.

Suddenly there is a knock on your door. “Oh, my God!”

He turns and sniffs the air. “A man and woman.”

You hear your aunt and uncle calling your name.

“Who’s that?” he asks, holding you as if he is shielding you with his body.

You smile and touch his cheek. “My aunt and uncle. They’re probably checking on me.” They knock and call again, louder. “I-I’d better get rid of them.” You struggle. “Let me up!”

He chuckles deeply making you gasp as he pulls out of and rolls off you. You whimper a little, wishing you didn’t have the interruption. You grab your nightgown, pulling it over your head, and then go to see what is happening.

“Hey, we just came down to check on you—” He stops talking and looks at you. “Uh, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I was sleeping in,” you say with a small smile. “Everything okay?”

“There’s marks on your porch, honey,” Aunt Joyce frowns. “Like blood or something?”

“Really?” You ask nervously. “Blood?”

“Oh, that would be my fault!”

You look on with dread as your wolf-man comes down the steps in nothing but a robe. You are thanking the heavens you have one of those heavy hooded boxer looking ones that wrap you like a blanket instead of something frilly. “Uh—”

“Chris-“ He smiles broadly. “Chris Evans?”

“Uh…”

“Sheriff at Canis Creek,” Chris nods. “We had some wild dog trouble last night.”

“Wild dog?” Aunt Joyce becomes alarmed. “Wolves?”

“No, coyote,” Chris nods. “They’ve been growing in number scavenging.” He pulls you into his embrace. “I got worried and came to see her.”

“Worried?” Aunt Joyce asks.

“Yeah,” Chris smiles broadly. “I’m just happy she took me back.”

Your aunt’s eyes light up. “Really?”

“We’ve been seeing each other on and off, and I’ve been trying to talk her into making things more permanent,” he frowns and looks at you, looking wounded. “You didn’t tell them about me?”

You open your mouth to speak, and then your uncle clears his throat.

“Looks like you two got some things to, uh, work out,” Uncle John says and pats his wife’s back. “Let’s go, honey.”

“How about you two come up for lunch?” Aunt Joyce asks as my uncle leads her away.

“We’ll try,” Chris smiles. “got work today.”

Your eyes fly to his. He just answered for you both! He smiles widely, pleasantly. How did he do that? He just took over…like that!

“Well, if you can’t, let’s try dinner.” Aunt Joyce offers. “Steaks?”

“Oh, we gotta try to get to that, babe,” Chris shakes his head. “That also sounds better, since I may be off work in time for that.”

They take their leave, no more questions. How did he end the inquiry?

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Thanks for the support! I hope to hear from you.

@mistress-of-ward​

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #350

“let’s play a love game, play a love game  /  do you want love, or you want fame?  /  are you in the game?”

Who was your first good kiss with? Jason. Would you kiss this person again? I know I fucking would and I hate it more than I could possibly express. Name something that is on your bedroom wall? Lots of artwork, mostly of meerkats. What accessory do you want in your bedroom? I need another desk to put stuff on. If you could paint your walls any color what would it be? Something pastel. Maybe like, peach. Soft and warm and would really bring light to the room. What does your phone case look like? It's just this boring purple one that came with the phone. What do you take the most pictures of? My camera roll says my pets, hahaha. What is the point of Twitter for you? Liking Mark's shit lmao. What does your planner look like? I don’t have one. If you get into an argument what is it usually about? My anxiety, I think. What are you always in the mood for? Ummm probably a car ride where I can control the music in the passenger seat. It is very, very rare I'll turn that opportunity down. What’s the last emergency you dealt with? I don't really know; I'm thankfully not in these situations very much, especially when you're cooped up at home. I probably haven't been actually engaged in an emergency since I had to call 911 for my mom before she found out about her cancer. She was basically immobile from agony in her abdomen. Do you have a son? I'm perfectly happy without a son, or kids period. Are you married? No. Have you ever worn a suit? I haven't. Have you ever had to call 911? Twice for Mom. How many keys are on your key-ring? Just one for the house. What’s the last thing you created? An RP post would count as art creation, I'd say. Who are your closest friends? Sara, Girt, and uh... Well, they might be it as far as friends I consider truly close to me. I have a few other people I consider good friends, but we're just not like... on that "close" level, you know? Lisa is maybe another, and Lyndsey perhaps, both WoW friends. Are you ready to have a family? I hate that "have a family" tends to mean get married and have kids, which I'm guessing is what you're implying. If that's the case, no, given I don't want kids and am not fit to get married right now. I'm not even with anyone. I'm content right now with just living with my mom and my two pets, who are children well enough to me. Have you ever taken a DNA test? No. Do you have a family cemetery? No. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? *shrugs* I think it's pretty normal. How do you feel about swallowing pills? What do you mean how do I "feel" about it? I just do it if I need to. What animal is the scariest in your opinion? Some kind of bug, probably. Giant centipedes creep me the fuck out, for one, and I've heard their bite is incredibly painful. I've also always been very afraid of Australia's funnel web spiders since watching some show on Animal Planet when I was younger; I think it scarred me for life, aha. And let's not forget the murder hornets. No thnx, rather die. :') Have you ever questioned your sanity? Way more than once, my friend. How do you feel about people wearing fur coats? Are you for or against it? I am VIOLENTLY against it unless it is for survival in extreme climates and you don't have access to other material. That aside, there is NO way you could possibly convince me that it's okay to wear the fur of something once living on yourself for ~fashion~. What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? Let's not go here. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing. If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No. Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? Haha, yeah. Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon or strawberry. I'm not a massive jellybean fan. Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? I've never tried it, no. What book/movie has made you cry the hardest? Either The Notebook or Titanic. Something you feared as a kid but don’t anymore? Thunderstorms. What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one. Just wash it with water in the shower and then use a washcloth when I feel the need. Would you rather have a snake or a tarantula as a pet? I want both, but I prefer snakes. What is something you are NOT looking forward to? I both am and am not looking forward to my second Covid vaccine because it's notoriously worse than the first; the only bright side to it is that after the potential side effects blow over, I'm job hunting. What do you usually do right when you wake up? Check the time on my phone. Would you rather eat your pizza cold or hot? Hot, but I like both. Who taught you how to swim? Dad, I think? Can you do push-ups? No. Do you like Doritos? Yesssss. Who is the closest friend that you live by? I don't know. Have you ever banged your head against something? I've had two concussions before, so, y'know. Have you ever jumped on a trampoline? Yeah, I loved that as a kid. Do you like watching scary movies? Yeah. Has anyone ever told you that you have a big butt? No, considering I have like no ass, rip. Has one of your friends ever tried to "hook you up?" Ugh, yes. Do you prefer landmarks or street names when being given directions? Landmarks, by a mile. Although, I'm super bad with directions, so it probably wouldn't really matter much. Do you read the prologues in the beginnings of books? Yeah, you got to. Does your house have more than one fireplace? No. What was your favourite gym class moment? The one and only thing I liked about gym as a kid was when you took one of those rainbow tarps and made like, an air bubble underneath to make this awesome dome everyone sat in. Ya missed out if you didn't do that. Do you think that ocean boardwalks are fun? Yeah. Do you dread when people ask you to sign their yearbooks? Not at all; I was always flattered, knowing they cared enough to want mine. Apple Jacks: yay or nay? I looove those. Do you have a favorite Scooby-Doo movie? Haha yeah, I think it's the second one? Such iconic scenes. It's the one with the Mary Jane girl that Shaggy liked... oh, jokes that went over your head as a kid. Who were your last 3 Facebook messages from and what do they say? I'm too lazy to list the convos themselves, but the people involved are my friends Chelsea and Ian, as well as a friend's mother. Do you turn your phone off at night when you go to sleep? No. It's always on vibrate, and I just turn the brightness way down. What is the sexual orientation of the last person you talked to? She's straight. What’s your favourite hairstyle on the opposite sex? Don't you fucking dare laugh, emo hair is A++. Has anyone ever played a prank on you? What happened? Not a big one, no. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? Do I?! I love the first one (though for a while I wasn't very happy they swapped the lead role from Harry to his wife), and while the second is literal trash story-wise and it's ALL over the damn place, I still enjoy it with just how much I adore SH as a whole. What movie scared you the most out of any other movies? The Rite, because the concept of being raped and impregnated by a demon is fucking horrifying to me. Have you ever wanted to be on American Idol? When was this? Nah. Name 5 things you don’t believe in. 1.) "Everything happens for a reason;" 2.) karma; 3.) destiny/fate; 4.) psychics, fortune tellers, all that; and 5.) luck, at least in the sense of someone having set "good" or "bad" luck. If you could have any friend that you’ve lost back, who would you pick? Probably Megan. If you have pets, who normally puts food and water in their dish? Me for both of them. Do you organize the pictures on your computer into different folders or are they all just under “My Pictures”? I have folders. Do you think if someone is in a relationship, that it is acceptable to have sleepovers with other people of their preferred sex? Eh, nah, that feels a bit far to me. I am very firmly for friends still being able to hang out even if they're each other's preferred gender, but a sleepover sounds a bit too intimate, even without sharing a bed. Would you shoot a gun if given the chance? If you’ve shot a gun before, how many different types of guns have you shot? No. I'm very intimidated by guns and nearly shook when I merely handed a friend his (not for anything bad, he just carried it with him when he goes out), and I've got noooo plans of holding one again unless my life depends on it. Do you feel uncomfortable sharing things like artwork or poetry you’ve written? Is it because you don’t think it’s good enough to show off or because it’s too personal? You. Have. Zero. Idea. It's for both reasons, and it's far more severe in person. Online, I actually don't mind much, oddly enough... I can't quite pin down why. Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them? No. Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies? Knives scare me like five times more than guns. Scary movies have nothing to do with it, though. They're just so sharp and the idea of being stabbed by one is terrifying. As someone with a history of self-mutilation too (not with knives, but I've thought about it and once planned to slit my throat with one, but Mom stopped me), they just make me incredibly uncomfortable to the point I can barely hold a "real" knife to just slice food. Have you ever climbed a chain-link fence? Many times. What is your LEAST favorite Disney animated movie? That I've seen, uhhhhh... I don't know man, there are way too many Disney movies lmao. Who was the last person’s house you went to besides your own? My sister's. On YouTube, who are two people you find hilarious? I'm just counting GameGrumps as one, and then you can't forget Shane Dawson, regardless of the controversy. He probably made me laugh more than any other YouTuber. Do you shave your pits? Yeah. Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? I don't think so. Besides the USA, what is your favorite country? I'm not nearly informed enough about foreign countries' politics and laws and mannerisms to have a favorite. Would you rather go to Europe or Asia? Europe. Would you rather go to Africa or Australia? Africa. Would you rather go to Mexico or Canada? Canada. Do you think emo/scene hair is attractive? I love emo and scene hair, don't @ me, it's cute as fuck. Have you ever seen a ghost orb picture? Lots, actually, at one of my old houses that I totally know was haunted. Do you think abortion should be illegal? NO. You would NOT end abortions. You would end SAFE abortions. Do any of your pets have strange habits? Explain? Venus, my ball python, is extremely odd with food to the point I sometimes worry about her, but she's always been this way and is healthy, so I guess it's nothing really worth fretting over. Anyway, when I place her rat in her terrarium, she gets excited first and will pretty much frantically examine her surroundings, like slithering around everywhere, and even when she has clearly found the rat (she'll even prod it with her snout), she usually won't immediately eat. She just like... sits there and has to continue to verify for ten minutes that it's food. I know it's thawed perfectly, btw. So anyway, THAT'S weird... As for Roman, dear god, that cat's just weird, lmao. Especially in the morning, he's very hyper and will bolt around the house sometimes, he "plays" with nothing all the time, he "meerkat"s at nothing that I can nothing, etc. etc. etc. He's a weirdo lol. Have you ever told an extremely inappropriate joke? Oh god, I said something really inapprops once when my friend Chelsea startled me. I won't be repeating it lmao. Who in life have you felt the strongest need to protect? Sara, I think. Who have you most feared in your life? My dad. He doesn't scare me anymore, but he did. What was the quickest friendship you ever made? Oh idk. What is the worst word anyone ever used to describe you? "Martyr." And not the kind that dies for their beliefs. It hurt me so badly to know someone thought of me that way, and I'll probably never let it go. If you have any pets, were they adopted from the humane society? No. Roman is one of the billion kittens born to the cats my sister's in-laws have, and Venus is from a ball python breeding business in Florida called The Gourmet Rodent (they sell f/t rodents too, obvs) Do you like home design, like picking out paint colors and furniture? Not really. My grandmother though, whew, that was her calling for sure. Have you seen any of the old James Bond movies? Nope. List all of your features that you have ever gotten compliments on: My hair, my eyes, my tattoos, my hands, I think my nose, my dimples, my smile, and my boobs lmao. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon? And if not, would you ever want to go in one? I haven't. I think it'd be kinda cool, but they seem too easy to fall out of, and I'm afraid of heights. I'd probably go in one if given the opportunity. Do you have any stains on your shirt currently? No, but there are two small rips. It's just an old tank top. Do you listen to local bands? No. Not that I'm opposed, I just don't know of any I really enjoy. Do you watch YouTube videos often? Many, many daily. Do your parents fight? Do they even talk at all? They're divorced; they used to fight a lot when they were together. Now they only talk if they have reason to. Have you ever watched a movie that's in a complete different language, so you had to read sub-titles? No. Do people with yellow teeth disgust you? Dude, fuck off, no. My teeth are kinda yellow, and I'm extremely self-conscious about it, so seriously fuck this question. You never know for sure why someone's teeth may seem yellowish. Do you drink alcohol on New Year’s Eve? Usually a drink or two. Do you wear rings? I always have two on, yeah. Are you hungry right now? No, I literally just ate a breakfast bowl. Have you ever tried smoking a cigarette? No; I haven't the slightest interest in doing so.