#first pool noodle and the favorite pool noodle

[censoredhysteria]

tadaaa a redraw from 2023!! i really like it

below is the old drawing vvvvvv

[jackhues]

it's not hate... | oscar piastri

note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

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faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser & logansargeant

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youruser: gang's back together 🤘

pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back

user: logan living out his frat dreams

user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing

user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)

user: i ship -> user: ew

y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling

yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now

y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted

oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!

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y/bffspodcast

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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile

tagged: logansargeant

user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?

user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida

user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!

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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23

y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?

logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.

YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?

LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know

YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?

LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah

YB: mind sharing one?

LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it

YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!

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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.

Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.

"I'm great," she promised.

"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"

"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."

"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.

"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."

Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."

Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.

"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."

MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.

"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"

"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.

Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.

He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.

But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.

He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.

"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"

Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."

Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.

"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"

"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."

"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."

"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.

Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.

Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.

Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.

"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"

Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.

She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"

Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."

"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.

"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."

"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."

"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."

Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.

Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.

She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.

It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.

But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.

"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."

"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"

"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."

"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.

"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."

Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.

"Alright then, let's take the picture."

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youruser

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youruser: miami, you were fun 🤍

tagged: logansargeant, landonorris, oscarpiastri

pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that

pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!

landonorris: same time next race 👀👀 -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up

mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us

williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!

alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy

user: stop she looks so pretty

user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof

user: TELL EM GIRL!

user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other

oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle

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PART TWO

notes: i hope y'all liked this, don't forget to like + reblog! alsoo... comment on this part (not any others) if you want to be tagged, i might not respond but i'll add you to the taglist if you comment.

but my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

Running Free

Wandanat x human pet!fem!reader

Summary: Wanda and Natasha have been looking for a pet for some time, but they've had no luck until they meet you, will you be a good fit for their lives?

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: 18+ due to themes, MDNI, heavy pet play, human pets, abuse, violence, hurt/comfort

Authors notes: Bumble finally is trusted to run without running off :')

Your tail wags furiously as you stand at the back door, your brown and gray ears perked up in excitement. Natasha and Wanda have decided that today is the day you get to run off-leash in the backyard for the first time. The anticipation in the air makes you almost vibrate with eagerness.

"Ready, Bumble?" Wanda asks, her hand resting on the door handle. You bark softly, your body practically buzzing.

"Alright then," Natasha says with a smile. "Here we go.”

Wanda opens the door, and you shoot out like a bullet, your hands and feet pounding the grass as you dash across the yard. The sensation of freedom is exhilarating. You run in wide circles, your ears flapping and tail a blur of motion. You dart from one end of the yard to the other, sniffing every corner, and occasionally pause to dig at an interesting spot before taking off again.

Natasha watches from the pool, a relaxed smile on her face as she floats on a pool noodle. She keeps a watchful eye on you, ensuring your playful antics don't lead to trouble. Wanda stands near the patio, clapping her hands and cheering as you explore with boundless energy.

Your joy is infectious. You leap and bound, your athletic form a blur of brown and gray. You chase after butterflies, bark at birds, and roll in the grass, savoring the sheer pleasure of being free to move as you please. The backyard, with its lush greenery and wide-open space, feels like a vast playground just for you.

After a while, your pace begins to slow. You are panting heavily, your tongue lolling out of your mouth, but the happiness in your eyes is unmistakable. You make your way over to the pool, where Natasha has been keeping a close eye on you.

"Had enough fun for now, Bumble?" Natasha asks, reaching out to pat your head. Feeling just how warm you'd gotten from the summer sun at midday.

You give a happy bark, your tail wagging as you look at Natasha. With a final burst of energy, you leap into the pool, splashing water everywhere. Natasha laughs, moving aside to give you space as you paddle around, cooling off from your run. She doesn't stray too far as the pool gets deeper the further out you go.

Wanda walks over, chuckling at the sight of you swimming in the pool. "Looks like someone's discovered a new favorite spot," she says, leaning down to scratch you behind the ears.

You swim over to Natasha, who holds out her arms to help you out of the pool. As you climb out, shaking off the excess water, you lie down beside the pool, your head resting on Natasha's knee. “Good shake!” Natasha calls out. Wanda joins you, sitting on the edge of the pool and stroking your wet hair.

"You did great, Bumble," Wanda says softly, her voice filled with affection. "We’re so proud of you."

Your eyes close in contentment, your body relaxed and your breathing steady. This moment of freedom, of pure, unrestrained joy, has been everything you needed.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Under an Ipê tree - Lewis Hamilton

The three times your annual visit to Senna’s tomb brought something different

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Senna! Reader

warnings: mentions of death, mourning, AD 21', Lewis at Ferrari (rubbing salt into every open wound apparently)

wordcount: +1k

a/n: Not gonna lie, started this one with something in mind and it took a life of its own. I know Senna! Reader isn't everyone's cup of tea, so please, proceed with caution, because there is mention to real events and real emotions envolved with mourning. Also, AD 21', I'm sure as hell not over that, so here's another trigger warning.

a/n. 2: Those trees are how pink Ipês look in blossom, I know Brasil is not known for its colder months but those beauties come alive after the few cold weeks.

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Like most traditions it started without any intent on actually becoming a thing. You and Lewis would take a couple hours off on Wednesdays before the Brazilian GP every year, the destination a known one to everyone in the paddock. It was a journey you used to do by yourself until Lewis had been the brave, and first one, to ask you if he could tag along. He’d been to Senna’s tomb before, you knew that much, but the respect and adoration he held for your late father had you deciding he should be good company.

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“I swear I had never seen my mom angrier. Can you imagine her with the speaker at Interlagos shouting to everyone with an ear that I shouldn’t be racing and if anything happened Ayrton was to blame cause I wasn’t even old enough to be there” You told a laughing Lewis while remembering when your father faked an ID so he could sneak you to the track and teach you how to race in your brand new - Mclaren themed – kart. A Christmas gift he went out of his way to get to the famous Brazilian track circuit in time to open day.

“You know, my favorites snippets of his life are the ones you talk about, Sundays at the pool, ice cream dates, kart running without your mom knowing. Whenever someone talks about him it’s always about his wins, his hardships, his cars and battles … it’s almost as if he didn’t exist beyond formula 1, like we froze just a fraction of him and forgot all about the rest.” 

You smiled at him, you liked how Lewis never questioned your feelings towards f1’s out of this world idolatry on your father, mainly because at the end of the day, to your 8 year old past self, Ayrton was first and foremost “pai”, the dude that thought you not to be afraid by throwing you into the ocean when no one was looking, the one that cooked instant noodles for dinner in spite of your mom’s pleads, the one that constantly tried to show you that love is a feeling we should act upon in the present and never wait for a so promised tomorrow.

“He would’ve liked you I think… would’ve hated to race you, for sure. But as a person, he would have probably seen you as one of the good ones, pointing out bullshit, fighting fia every chance you get, protecting the guys back at the garage, focusing on racing and not talking, looking out for everyone.” You answered truthly, as he respectfully held his hands behind his back looking at the tomb stone, while you casually sat in the edge of the stone, almost too comfortable around the place from all the visits you’ve done over the years.

“I think you should meet Galisteu someday, she’ll have way more interesting stories about him to tell you than I do.” You absentmindedly noted, remembering all she’s told you about your father, this other side to him you never got the time to see.

“Nah… we’re our truest around kids, his best version was the one you got to see. Now, what was that time he sneaked a stray dog onto your apartment?” he asked while reaching for your shoulder so you both could walk along the path back to the car awaiting to take you both back.

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“I don’t think I really remember the sound of his voice” you sighed looking up at the Ipê tree just beside the tomb. You had shown Lewis a photo of what it looked like once in full blossom before, in the Brazilian winter, and he promised you he would eventually find the time to come see it in its full glory in late June.

The walk in the cemetery, the light hearted banter, him opening his heart on dreams and the future and the confessions you would eventually make to Lewis about Ayrton were part of the annual occurrence you had both unspokenly agreed on, but that one line seemed to have hit him hard enough he just motioned you to go on, no answers or remarks. 

“I mean, I know what his voice sounds like because there’s a thousand and one interviews with him, but I don’t think I can truly remember what he sounded like in real life … how he talked to me.” You explained it further, now looking at the Briton.

He engulfed you in a hug, the kind only he knew how, your tears leaving marks on his shoulders. You would rarely cry over anything related to your father, at least not in front of people anyway, but Lewis was… well, Lewis. You and Niki were the one who pushed, like hell, to sign him to Mercedes back in 2014 against everyone’s better judgment, and while you knew he would be every bit the driver and phenomenon he was, neither of you anticipated the friendship that came out of seeing him almost every GP you attended. A relationship that had crept its own way into your hearts, slowly allowing to see each other as something more than just good friends.

“He’s proud of you, wherever he is. I know that much” He whispered, leaving a soft kiss to your temple and bringing you even closer to his body.

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“He would’ve crashed into Verstappen back in 2021, wouldn’t he?” He prompted out of nowhere, gazing seriously at the tomb as you observed him pondering over the possible outcomes of a race that, like a ghost, had been following him nonstop, specially with the São Paulo GP fast approaching and with it his chances of securing his 8th title, two races before the end of the season.

“Start another Senna vs. Prost ?! ” You thought out loud, trying to read into his expressions and mannerisms, a talent of his you weren’t quite as good.

“Maybe I should’ve done it”

“You’re not like that Lew. You’re you and no one, not a single person, wants someone else” Your exasperation clear in your voice, hands reaching for his chin as his eyes locked into yours and he nodded, an unspoken agreement between the two of you, one you had to hammer into his head from time to time, that he may have Ayrton as his idol but he was just as much of an icon to the sport, and to a million of kids out there.

“On Sunday you’re going to reach that top step in your red suit, fulfill Ayrton’s dream and claim a championship for Ferrari. You. Not him, nor anyone else” and come the end of the race, he did just that. Smiling down at the sea of people in a mix of old Mercedes merchs and new Ferrari ones, dedicating his trophy to all the other people who believed in the impossible with him. 

[volivolition]

25 Emoji Asks

🧭 How would you describe yourself, using only the pictures you already have saved to your device? 🍱 If you made a hypothetical to-do list, about how many tasks would there be listed for you right now? 🏹 If you were asked to infodump about something, what topic would you talk about? 🕊️ What's a piece of art that is meaningful or left a lasting impression on you? 🪶 What's the prettiest/coolest sounding word you know? 🔭 Do you have a favorite constellation? 📜 What's the first memory you think of when you think of the word [asker fill in the blank]? 🪡 What's a skill you have that you're really proud of? ☔ Tell about a small, good thing that's happened today or recently? 🌺 If someone handed you a bouquet of flowers, what flowers would you most appreciate getting? ☄️ Do you have a favorite stuffed animal? 💓 What fictional character would you most like a hug from, and would it be a comfortable hug? 💫 Choose one of the following objects to have: Mini bubble wand, sparkly d20 with a flower inside, small ceramic sleeping kitty, tiny jar of pastel paper stars, pull-back racecar toy, clicky frog-themed glitter pen, starry connected collar pins. 💥 If you had to battle the person asking this, what weapons would you both use? (ex: swords, pool noodles, nerf guns, rap) 🍂 What's your favorite curse word? 🌻 If you could have any food in the world right now, what would you want to have? 🌫️ Share a secret/confession, but replace each letter with an asterisk (ex: * **** ***.) 🪟 Is there a time you remember feeling comfortable or at home? 👥 What's a trait that you share with one of your blorbos? 🩹 Have you had any injuries with a funny or amusing story behind them? 🎇 What's a song that makes you feel confident, cool, or happy? 🍵 Do you have a night or bedtime routine? 🕯️ What is your strongest sense? (sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch) 💨 What's your preferred method of transportation? (ex: walking, rollerskating, train) 🌐 What's your favorite and least favorite chore?

[habijob]

Soooo, Sebastian’s marriage lore has been ping ponging in my head like the pecking DVD logo for the last week.

And the reason being that when looking at it, it does not come with any explanation whatsoever. Which seemed to have resulted in many people getting... let’s call it “overworked” over it.

Including me.

But not because of the related discourse... drama(?) on the official pressure discord.

No, it’s been on my mind for the last week, because the inclusion of this lore doesn’t make sense... yet.

Pressure is stated to be in alpha. And the devs are working on adding more content to it; so any new lore surrounding our favorite pool noodle fish can happen to come across as “incomplete”.

Because it is *incomplete*.

And the marriage lore is this exact thing. It was added for reasons during the friendly fire update I don't want to pin point down, because I want to avoid talking about the drama itself and just want to talk about the ring and the photo.

So, what do I mean by it feels "incomplete". Well, it lacks an explanation how Sebastian got into the possession of these *personal items*.

"But Habi, why aren't you questioning then anything else on his design? From where did he got his clothes?"

I dunno. Maybe these clothes are his personal belongings. Maybe Urbanshade had allowed him to have "free time clothes". Or maybe these clothes were something he found within Urbanshade after he caused the lockdown. Idk, maybe there an entire pecking area for prisoner theater and he got the outfit from a chest with costumes in it. Maybe his pecking jabat shirt thing was part of a pirate costume. Or that green dude that is apparently part of the canon narrative gave him these clothes. Who knows, but it doesn't matter, because these clothes can be seen as not personal belongings.

However a wedding ring and a photo of his wife are personal belongings. And considering Urbanshade seems to be a horrible, horrible company according to the "discord lore", so I have to wonder how Sebastian was able to get these two items (back?) during the lockdown.

And because this bugs me so much, my brain has spent the last couple of days figuring out ideas, on how to answer these questions. So that this marriage lore doesn't feel "weirdly ducttaped on" anymore.

Question 1: "How did the photo and the wedding ring end up in Urbanshade in the first place?"

-> Well, according to a (rather sparingly) google search, death row inmates are allowed to have small amounts of personal belongings.

So, Sebastian could have possessed the photo and ring since he was sentenced to death. And then when Urbanshade scooped him up, he simply took these two items with him.

Like, here's an idea, this guy maybe didn't even know he was getting declared dead by Urbanshade, after he was tranfered over to Hadal Blacksite. So, he always believed that his family and his wife think he's still alive, but well, somewhere else entirely. Not knowing, that they got told he was dead.

Only later learning that he was declared dead by Urbanshade BUT also declared innocent by the authorities, once he had gotten his file into his fingers uh claws?

Question 1.5: "Wait, but isn't his wife also in Hadal Blacksite, if we consider that in that one ref sheet she seems to have void mass tentacles?"

-> She is currently not in the game as an entity or NPC or whatever. Therefore, we are gonna ignore her existence for the sake of keeping this simpler.

Question 2: "What happened to the ring and photo when they were in Urbanshade? Did Sebastian have them the entire time or not?? Because he didn't have the ring and photo before the Friendly Fire update"

-> Well, there are multiple possibilties to this one. The first idea is yes, Sebastian was able to have them the entire time, and that he didn't wear the ring or have the photo with him can simply be explained as "game's still in development".

Another possibility is that some asshole working at Urbanshade took these two things from him. Maybe a guard or a scientist, because they saw Sebastian with these items, and thought that this death-sentenced, 9-people-murderer LR-P doesn't deserve these items.

And so they disappeared.

Question 2.5: "If someone took them, then how did Sebastian find them??"

-> He simply stumbled upon them during his scavanging through the facility. Like, he probably didn't even actively look for them, because he was just trying to find useful stuff, but then he found these very important items to him.

Question 3: "The ring doesn't make sense. His hands and therefore fingers are larger than normal, how can he have such a large ring."

-> I actually attempted to explain this (and the previous question) with a comic of mine. The simple answer is, he probably made himself a new ring, so that he can wear this symbol of his marriage and find comfort in thinking about his wife.

Question 4: "But shouldn't Sebastian maybe realize that his wife could have moved on? It's been 12 years."

-> This man is running on various things like stress, anxiety, adrenaline, low sleep, and what else you can slap into this poor man during a lockdown that he caused, because he wants to break out. So him being very hopeful about his wife is probably one of the only comforts he currently is able to have. Let him have that.

-> Second answer though, now not ignoring his wife anymore. She is probably just somewhere around in the facility, working together with Sebastian, or Sebastian is working on getting her free from wherever she is contained. Who knows? (Well actually, Zerum does, but we don't. Which is why everything here is my speculations.)

But anyway, now the ring and the photo can make sense, and I can hopefully move to being crazy about other stuff related to him.

Late edit; bonus question:

Question 5: "Okay, let's pretend Zerum is in the facility. How the peck did she end up in the facility too?"

-> Perhaps the photo was the reason. Urbanshade knew this is his wife, and when Sebastian became more hard to deal with, they would threaten him with his wife. Eventuall leading to them bringing her down to Hadal Blacksite (somehow).

And then experiments on her ensued ú_ù

[merrybloomwrites]

The Danger of Rubber Chickens and Crocks

Summary: Ian insists he's fine after a fall on Challenge Pit, but that doesn't mean you don't worry about him.

CW: falling, bruises

WC: 1.2K

AN: For some reason, I find inspiration in Challenge Pit videos. This can be read as stand alone, but I imagine it in the same universe as No Pain, No Gain

Inspired by this week's pit video:

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If someone asked you which Smosh videos are your favorite to shoot, you might have to think about it for a moment. Reddit stories are always interesting, and you get to be comfy on the couch while Shayne reads you wild stories. Scripted sketches are what got you hired at Smosh in the first place, and will always hold a special place in your heart. And who doesn’t love getting to play video games at work?

But honestly, your answer would have to be challenge pit. Sure, plenty of your shows lead to chaos and silliness, but not the way challenge pit does. You never laugh harder than you do filming those videos, and it always feels like you’re just messing around and hanging out with friends. 

Every time you see a new video get pitched you hope that you’ll be chosen for it. Of course you can’t be in every one, the cast always rotating to keep it fresh and keep the fans happy, so it’s always a fun surprise when you see your name on the list. 

For this episode the three challenges are trying to draw the perfect circle, guessing who is the dancing imposter, and the quiet place challenge, which involves you all wearing crocs with rubber chickens taped to the bottom while running away from a blindfolded, pool noodle wielding Amanda. So, just a normal day at Smosh. 

It’s been a while since you and Ian have both appeared on one of these videos, and honestly pretty long since you’ve done any videos together. You know it’s not on purpose, that your relationship isn’t trying to be hidden or anything. It’s just the way the scheduling worked for the past few shoot months.

So you’re extra excited to be able to do this silly video with your boyfriend by your side. Add in Angela, Shayne, Amanda, and Chanse, and you know chaos is imminent.

The first challenge begins, and Shayne draws a frustratingly near-perfect circle. Ian does as well, which, that’s annoying that they’re both so good at this. You and the others, well, you definitely don’t do the worst of the group, but Ian and Shayne totally have you beat. 

The next challenge just leads to sillines, and at one point you’re laughing so hard that you hold on to Ian in order to not fall to the ground. Somehow, Shayne wins once again. This leads to the rest of you becoming extra competitive for the final game.

The rubber chickens are, as always, a huge hit. Sure, they’re loud and annoying, but they make everything about one thousand times funnier. Add in Amanda wearing a helmet and blindfold, it’s truly a ridiculous scene. One you’re getting paid for. 

When the game begins, you’re given ten seconds to run around and confuse Amanda. You’re trying your best not to laugh at the sound of the chickens as everyone sprints in circles when it happens. You watch Ian slip and absolutely eat shit as he crashes to the floor. 

Everyone immediately stops, and even though Ian gives the thumbs up that he’s okay, you’re worried. It was a hard hit, and you know him well enough to see that it caused him some pain. He sees your concerned face and silently reassures you that he’s fine to keep going.

At Ian’s insistence, the game continues. He does get up and starts running again so he’s obviously not injured, though you notice his hand rubbing at his leg a couple of times. He doesn’t give up, but he does play dirty by hiding behind the pillar multiple times, and then when it's just you two left, hiding behind you. 

He manages to win, but you all do give him some crap for hiding, even though it’s technically not cheating. The video wraps up with Shayne being announced the winner of the episode. 

When the shoot is done, you turn to Ian and ask if he’s really okay.

“I’m good, promise. I mean, my leg is sore, but nothing to worry about,” he says.

“Alright. It just looked like a bad fall. I got worried.”

He grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze, stating, “I’m fine. Probably looked worse than it actually was.”

You smile, relieved to see that he really is okay. He leans in for a quick kiss before the two of you part to each go to your next task of the day.

Due to your schedules you don’t see Ian until later that night. He had an afternoon meeting he knew would run long so you’d driven separately that morning so you didn’t have to wait around for him. By the time he gets home you have dinner on the table, one of his favorites. 

After dinner the two of you load the dishwasher together and settle on the couch to watch a couple episodes of a new show you’ve been binging together. 

It’s a perfect evening.

But then it’s time to get into bed. And while normally you enjoy the part of the night when Ian takes off his pants to get comfy, tonight is a different story.

“Ian!” you exclaim looking at his thigh.

“What?” he questions, confusion clear on his face.

“You said it wasn’t a bad fall!”

“It wasn’t,” he replies, still unsure on why you’re bringing it up now.

“If it wasn’t then why is there a bruise on your leg?”

He looks down and you can see the moment he sees what you’re talking about. His expression turns sheepish now that he’s been caught.

“You need ice,” you state. “Get in bed and I’ll grab it.”

“I can go get it-”

“In bed. Now.” You order before softening and saying, “Let me take care of you this time. You’re always helping me when my clumsiness gets me bruised. It’s my turn.”

“Well alright, I guess I can let you tend to me,” he replies, a fond smile on his face. 

Ian does as he’s told and accepts the ice pack when you return. He keeps it on his leg for the recommended twenty minutes and then you bring it back to the freezer so it’ll be cold when you force him to use it again in the morning. 

Cuddled up in bed you say, “I don’t like when you get hurt.” 

“I know. I don’t like when you’re hurt either,” he replies. In the dark room it’s easier to have these more open and vulnerable conversations. 

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he says. He holds you closer and presses a kiss to your head. Safe in his hold, you fall asleep.

By the time the episode airs weeks later Ian’s bruise is totally healed and any memory of pain is gone.

Which is why, when you watch the completed video for the first time, you can’t help but burst out laughing at the fall. While you had been worried watching it happen live, now that you know he’s okay, it’s an absolutely hysterical wipeout.

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AN: Thanks for reading! I have a couple more Ian stories in the works, but feel free to send requests!

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 181

warnings: nsfw hmh masterlist

Walking around the small one bedroom apartment, you try to come up with something bad about it, but you just can’t. It’s absolutely perfect. The kitchen is nice, the living room is fairly big, the bedroom even has an en suite! It’s the perfect apartment. You just wish you could find something to hate. Maybe a nasty smell coming from the carpet, or noisy neighbors, maybe even an unsafe neighborhood. But no.

The family is getting broken up and you hate it.

“Well,” you take a deep breath and let it out as you stand in the living room, “It’s kind of perfect.”

“I agree.” John says, nodding as he looks around. “What do you think?”

Logan smiles as he looks around, “I like it.”

Of course he does! He’s about to have his very first apartment. He’s been so excited this week while going apartment hunting. You and John tagged along for every single one too. Logan said how much he appreciated your input.

“Well, why don’t we go home and talk about all the places we looked at while we eat?” you suggest, and Logan nods his head before looking around the apartment.

John reaches for your hand and thanks the landlord for letting you all look around, then you walk with him and Logan out to the car. You get in the front and nervously chew on your lip as Logan talks with John for a few moments outside the car. You’re not entirely sure what he’s saying, but John glances at you so immediately your mind starts going a hundred miles a minute.

“What was that all about?”

John smiles casually as he looks at you, “Nothing.”

“Jonathan,” you cock up your brow.

“It was nothing. I just told Logan that you seemed anxious.”

You look down at your hands for a moment before looking at John again, “I’m okay.”

“Okay,” he reaches over for your hand and squeezes it, “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thank you.” you sit back in your seat and close your eyes, holding tight to John’s hand.

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Sitting around the dinner table, you prop your head up on your fist and smile when Ronan tries to shove a noodle into her mouth. She misses but gets it on the second try. She’s absolutely filthy, covered in apple sauce and marinara sauce, a little bit of broccoli too. Someone is getting a bath for sure tonight.

“I liked them all,” Logan says, and you look over at him with your head still on your fist. “I liked that first place because it has a pool. I liked the second one, well, actually, no, I didn’t like that one as much. The last one is probably my favorite.”

“Yeah, I really liked the last one.” John says, then he nudges your foot under the table, “How about you, peach?”

You perk up a little, “Yeah, I liked them all. I do like the last one the most though.”

John smiles, “Ultimately it’s up to you, Logan. You pick which one you think will be the best fit for you.”

“I’m definitely going to give it more thought. I have the notebook with everything Y/N wrote down about each apartment, so I’m going to look it over tonight.”

You smile softly when they both look at you, “You know you can always stay here.”

“You two probably want your guest bedroom back.”

“No! Logan, listen to me, if you’re not ready to leave, don’t leave.” you say, and he laughs as he shakes his head.

John gets up from the table and starts to bring empty plates to the sink, so you and Logan get up to help. Logan brings a washcloth over to Ronan and wipes her hands and face, then he lets her out of the highchair and laughs when she rips through the kitchen to the living room in search of her toys.

After helping get the kitchen cleaned up, Logan grabs a bottle of water and the notebook from the counter, “I’m gonna head to my room for a bit. Look over these apartments, maybe get Daniela’s opinion.”

“She can help you decorate too!” you say, and John starts to laugh, “You should have seen this place when I moved in. Absolutely no personality!”

“I’m not a big decorator.” John says, shrugging, “I had what mattered, which was a bed and a fridge full of food. I did have someone decorate it after a while, but it still lacked any sort of personality.”

You smile proudly, “Then I came in and changed everything. I actually asked John what he liked and he picked out stuff! He has great taste.”

Logan laughs, “I don’t even know what my taste would be. My room back…home was still decorated from when I was like 12. They never asked if I wanted to change my room, meanwhile my sister had changed her room about five times. Mom was always happy to drop hundreds changing her room.”

You bite your tongue, literally, to stop yourself from saying something rude about Laura. You just say it in your head instead.

Fuck that bitch!

“Well, you’re free to change up your room whenever you’d like,” John says, and you nod in agreement, “Just let us know. We’ll buy the paint or whatever you need. If the bed isn’t comfortable, let us know.”

“Nah,” Logan waves it off, “If I’m moving soon, it won’t matter anyway, but thank you.”

You let out a small sigh and quickly replace your frown with a smile, “Let us know what you decide about the apartments.”

“I will. Daniela has texted me about four times asking to see them.” he says, and you smile softly. “I better call her. She gets a little worried when I don’t reply. Not because she’s jealous or anything. My parents would take my phone from me and she’d be worried when I didn’t reply to a text.”

“Well, let her know that she doesn’t need to worry about that stuff anymore,” John says, and you look over at him and smile.

Logan gives the two of you a wave and heads to his room, and you laugh when John hip bumps you. You look at him and smile as he interlaces his fingers with yours.

“What should we do tonight, my love?”

“I think…we should eat a big bowl of ice cream and watch a movie.”

Ronan comes back into the kitchen when she hears the cupboard open, probably in search of snacks--she’s growing like a weed lately so she’s always hungry. She looks up at John with her big brown eyes and points, trying her best to say ‘ice cream’.

John grabs a big bowl from the cupboard and smiles, “I agree. What movie are we watching, Bug?”

You lift her up and set her on the counter, “Are you gonna pick the movie tonight?”

Ronan points at John, “Dada.”

“Daddy can pick?” John smiles as he kisses her cheek, “That’s so nice.”

You smile when John puts a little ice cream on the tip of Ronan’s nose. She giggles and leans over to kiss him when he puckers his lips, causing your heart to squeeze in your chest.

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Quiet sniffles and whimpers rouse me from my sleep, and I roll over to look at Y/N. She lets out another whimper, so I reach over to turn on the light before leaning over her. Her eyes are closed, but her face is wet from tears.

“Hey,” I whisper, tapping her shoulder a little, but I realize she’s asleep. She’s crying in her sleep. “Baby, wake up. Wake up, peach. Hey, wake up.”

I finally get her awake and watch as she blinks a few times, looking at me from over her shoulder. She rolls to her back and wipes the tears off her face, then she looks at me again for a moment before immediately throwing her arms around me.

“Whoa,” I laugh, laying back on the bed with her in my arms. I’m so taken aback by this response from her; it’s two in the morning. “What’s going on?”

She doesn’t respond, so I just hold her in my arms and press my lips to her head. I rub her back and whisper that I love her, but it only makes her cry.

“Are you okay?”

“That was a dream, right?” she asks as she sits up a little, tears on her face, “Please tell me that was a dream.”

I stare at her for a moment since I don’t know what she was even dreaming about, then I nod because she needs the reassurance, “Yeah, yeah, it was a dream.”

Y/N closes her eyes and lays back down with her head on my chest, “Thank god.”

We’re quiet for a few minutes but I hear her crying again, so I tilt her chin up so she’ll look at me. I press my lips to hers and smooth her hair back, then I shift on the bed a little to tuck her in.

“I’m gonna make you some tea, okay?”

“Wait!” she grabs my arm and looks at me, her eyes full of sadness and fear, “You’re coming back, right?”

The look on her face just absolutely fucking shatters my heart. This look just breaks me. What almost kills me is how tiny her voice sounds.

I smile as I smooth her hair down, “Yes, I’m coming right back, my love.”

“Okay.” she says softly, and I lean down to kiss her cheek.

As quickly as I can, I head to the kitchen and whip up a cup of tea for her--chamomile tea with honey. I make my way back up to the bedroom and find her sitting up with her knees tucked to her chest as she stares blankly at the duvet.

“Here,” I whisper, handing her the cup of tea. It’s her favorite mug too. It has a peach on it. “Careful, it’s hot.”

She carefully takes a sip of it after blowing on it, then she sets it aside on her nightstand before looking over at me.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, then she closes her eyes as her chin wobbles. “No.”

I scoot over and wrap my arm around her, pulling us both back to lean against the headboard. I let her take her time. When she wants to explain what’s going on, she will.

“Can you just hold me for a few minutes?”

“Of course,” I hug her tighter as she wraps her right arm around my waist, “I love to hold you. I’ll do this all night if you want.”

She laughs, “Maybe I do.”

“Then I’ll do it,” I whisper into her hair, “You know I will.”

Smoothing her hair back, I kiss her forehead and just hold her for several quiet minutes. I fear she’s fallen asleep at one point, so I lean forward and smile when her eyes meet mine.

“I had a dream.” she says, and I nod. “Well, it was more like a nightmare, clearly.”

“You were crying in your sleep, so it must have been really bad.” I say, squeezing her a little. With her reaction to the dream, I can only assume that Ronan must have been in it, “Was Ronan in it?”

She nods as she sits up, “Yeah, but you were too. It was…really weird.”

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

Her chin wobbles, “I’m scared to tell you.”

“Why? You can talk to me about anything.” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear, “You can tell me anything, sweetheart.”

“I’m scared that you’ll confirm what happened in it.”

I furrow my brow, “Well, was I mean to you?”

“Yes.”

I give her a genuine smile, “I can confirm that that would not happen.”

She takes a deep breath and tilts her head back before looking at me, “It’s still fresh in my mind, so I can remember most of it. We ran into someone that you knew from your past. You were worried but not too worried. Then suddenly we were back home. I don’t even know if it was the same day or anything, but we were home. I left Ronan in the living room to play with her toys. I came into the kitchen and you were in there, just…being weird. Really quiet. You wouldn’t even look at me. I don’t know what led to us talking, but you told me that you…”

I tuck her hair behind her ear when she looks at me, “I’m right here; you’re safe. It was just dream.”

“You told me that you didn’t love me anymore,” she says, looking up at me with the tear filled eyes, and my heart sinks. She continues through her cries, gasping for air, “You told me that you didn’t love me anymore and that you were seeing someone else and you wanted to be with her, not me. I was pissed. You kept saying that you didn’t love me. I countered that that wasn’t true because we had been intimate the night before and it wasn’t…fucking, it was love making. We made love. There’s a--”

“A difference,” I smile as I rub her shoulder, “There is definitely a difference.”

Sighing quietly, she looks at me, “You wouldn’t look at me, so I said “Look at me, John! Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me anymore!”, but you just told me that you couldn’t. You could not look at me. Because you were lying. You were pushing me away. Anyway, while we argued, Ronan called out for me a few times. Finally she yelled for me in a voice I’d never heard and when we went out there, the guy we ran into from your past was there holding our baby.”

I clench my jaw at the thought. I’d kill someone if they ever touched her--either one of my girls. In fact, I have killed someone for Y/N, and all that guy did was say he wanted to touch her. I don’t even want to think about the person I’d become if either of them were hurt.

“I begged to trade places and he said yes. You put your arm out to stop me because you wanted me and her. You didn’t want to lose either one of us.” she says, and I hug her, “Anyway, then you woke me up. I assume you found a way to keep us both safe.”

“I sure don’t like the dream version of me.” I say, and she laughs quietly before sipping her tea. “He’s an asshole.”

Y/N sets her tea aside again and smiles at me, “My dream version of you is usually being super cute.”

“I hate this one!” I say, and she smiles softly, “He’s an idiot! First of all, telling you that I don’t love you anymore is completely insane. I love you more than anything in this world. I wouldn’t be sitting here if it weren’t for you. I wouldn’t be the happiest I’ve ever been in my life if it weren’t for you. You are my entire world wrapped up in one person.”

She closes her eyes and frowns, then she leans over and kisses me, “I love you.”

“Telling you that I’m into someone else is stupid too! I’m only into you.”

“You were pushing me away. I knew those things weren’t true.” she says, and I nod my head. “You were pushing me away because someone from your past was back.”

This is what she wants to know. She wants to know what would happen if someone from my past came back. I don’t blame her for wondering. Akira has come here. I’ve gotten calls from other people, which I either don’t answer or I do answer and tell them I’m not interested--those calls are rare. Of course I don’t blame her for wondering. I’ve told her before that there’s always going to be the chance of someone popping up at the house. She understands that.

Just the other day she asked me if there was someone that I would never want to see on the doorstep. There’s a few people. I was honest and told her that. I would never want to see my old friend, Caine, on my doorstep. I know it would only mean one thing, and I wouldn’t go easily and I wouldn’t go without a fight.  

But the thing is, she doesn’t need to worry. I’m not going anywhere. No one is coming back into my life and I’m not going back to that life. Despite the fact that I was worried about that a few weeks ago, I realized that no one is coming for me, and I have no interest and soon people will forget about me. I can only hope anyway. My priorities lie here in this house and with her. I have no interest in going back, not when I’m so damn happy with my life.

“I would never lie to you or push you away. I fought so hard for this life, I’m not going anywhere.” I say as she looks at me with tears in her eyes, “If something like that were to happen--it won’t, it absolutely won’t--I would never in a million years push you away. You’d be right by my side the entire time. We’d go to the Continental. We’d talk to Winston. I am the best person to protect you, so we’d do all of this together. I would want you by my side. I’d want to go through all of that together. We’re married. We chose each other for a reason. We’re the best choice for each other. So, if something like that were to happen, he would never get in the house and just grab our child. He’d be dead before he ever even touched her. I would never tell you lies and say I don’t love you or that I’m into someone else. There is no one else for me. Just you, love. Just you.”

Y/N exhales shakily and smiles when I tilt her chin up, “My brain isn’t very nice to me sometimes.”

“Mine too,” I say, and she reaches for my hand. “But I love you. Only you. Don’t worry about someone from my past either. We’re safe. You and Ronan are always safe.”

“Sorry if I scared you.”

I smile softly, “You did scare me. I was worried that you were upset about something and you tried to sleep it off. Then I was worried that you were hurt.”

“Just my dumb brain.”

“It’s not dumb,” I say, kissing her temple. “You’re just feeling some anxiety.”

She furrows her brow, “Why would I be dreaming about you leaving me then?”

“I think it’s just a way for your mind to process your emotions. I’m no doctor, but my guess is that you’re having some anxiety about a certain someone. Maybe it just manifested as me since…well, we’re kind of joined at the hip.”

She looks down, then after a few moments, she sniffles as she start to cry harder, “I don’t want Logan to move out.”

I figured as much. When we went to look at the apartments, she just didn’t seem very interested. She feigned excitement around Logan, but I could tell part of her was sad. I knew in the car that she wasn’t feeling good about it anymore.

“I just feel like he’s really starting to thrive here and everything is much better for him now,” she says, and I nod, “We’ve taken him under our wing and I don’t want to…I don’t want to lose contact with him.”

Rubbing her back, I nod my head. It’s not like I haven’t thought about this as well. Of course I don’t want to lose contact with Logan. He’s a really great kid and I will admit, I enjoy having him here, especially knowing the hell he was living through at home with his parents. We’ve given him a soft place to land.

“I know he wants to move. I know he wants a place for himself.” she says, then she rubs her hands over her eyes, “I’m just going to miss him.”

“I’m gonna miss him too, and I’m sure he’ll miss you,” I say, looking over at her, “But I don’t think he’ll cut off contact. He doesn’t have parents to talk to but he has us. We’re always going to be here for him. He knows that. We’ll still invite him over for dinner, he’ll still be around for family nights in the backyard. He works with Jimmy. I’m sure we’ll still see him plenty.”

She looks over at me and grimaces, “I said I liked that one apartment the most because it’s closer to us. How terrible am I?”

“Not terrible.” I shake my head, then I laugh, “Can you imagine when it’s Ronan?”

“Oh god!” she says, shaking her head, “Don’t even want to think about it!”

I laugh and look over at her, holding her gaze for a few moments, “Do you feel better?”

“Yes,” she nods, “I’m also very tired and want to go back to bed.”

“I don’t mind sitting up and easing your mind though.”

She smiles, “Thank you, baby. I truly appreciated it.”

After taking another sip of her tea and offering some to me, she sets it aside and scoots down in bed while I turn off the light. I open my arms and smile when she settles against my chest, and I kiss her forehead before closing my eyes.

“Hey John,” she whispers, and I hum in response, “You’re never going to fall in love with someone else, are you?”

“Absolutely not,” I say as we squeeze each other. “How about you? You’re not gonna fall in love with someone else, are you?”

She scoffs, “No one else exists in my world but you.”

“You put it into words.” I say, which makes her laugh. “That’s how I feel.”

“Sure, other people exist and I can see an attractive person and know they’re attractive but I’m not attracted to them.” she says, and I nod, “Does that make sense?”

I nod, “Yeah, exactly.”

“I genuinely have not felt any sort of attraction to someone else since you came into my life,” she whispers and I smile, nodding my head in agreement, “I don’t think you truly realize how much I love you and how often you’re on my mind.”

Usually I say this stuff to her and she says it in return, but I will admit it’s kind of nice hearing her say it first.

“And by ‘often’, I literally mean constantly. You and Ronan are always my first thought. The first thing I think about when I wake up, the last thing I think about before I go to bed,” she turns and faces me, “Some people would say I’m incredibly obsessed but I don’t even care. I am so obsessed with you--in a healthy way, of course! I’m not following you around and being weird about it though.”

I laugh, “You could follow me around, I don’t mind. I like when you’re clingy.”

She laughs with her lips pressed to mine, “Like you said earlier, joined at the hip. I love you. I love you more than anything in this world.”

“I love you just the same.” I whisper, and she leans up to kiss me again.

We spend the rest of the night tangled up in each other, clinging desperately and not wanting to let go. I know that this feeling will never get old. We are each other's constant, each other's home. And as long as we have that, nothing else really matters.

I still hate her dream version of me though.

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Seeing as she didn’t have the most peaceful sleep, Y/N slept in a little later than usual. I got Ronan up, then I started making some breakfast. Just as I was about to go get Y/N, she came into the kitchen with a fresh face and a wide smile. I took a step back to look at her, then I pulled her into my arms before gesturing to the kitchen table where I had already put some pancakes and bacon. Now she’s tearing up a pancake and placing it in front of Ronan to eat.

She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, peach,” I say, and she blushes. I walk over and kiss the top of her head a few times before she tilts her head back to look at me, “How did you end up sleeping?”

“Better after our talk,” she hands a piece of pancake to Ronan and turns to look at me, “Thank you.”

I smile, cupping her face, “Of course, baby. You can wake me up anytime to talk.”

Y/N scoffs, “Yeah, no, you’ll be a grump!”

“I’m not a grump today.” I say, and she shakes her head as she smiles. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You can wake me up anytime for anything.”

“Anything?”

I certainly didn’t mean it that way, but when she cocks up her brow, I laugh.

I smirk, “Yeah, anything.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” she says, then she gets up and smiles when Logan comes into the kitchen, “Good morning.”

“Morning.”

I squeeze Ronan’s chubby cheeks before turning to Logan, “What’s on the agenda for you today?”

“I guess just looking over the details of the apartments,” he says, and I look at Y/N before looking at him.

“Which one did you end up liking the most?” she asks, glancing over at me. She smiles softly when our eyes meet, and she nods, letting me know that she’s okay.

Logan sits at the table and exhales, “I liked the last one we went to the most. It’s a really great location and the price isn’t too bad. I know you guys said you’d help me out for a few months, but I think I should try my best to do this on my own.”

“I really liked that apartment. The living room was pretty nice,” she says, and I smile to myself.

I know her, so I know she won’t try to persuade him to choose it if he doesn’t want to. She’s just happy that he’d be closer.

The apartment that he’s talking about was a second floor walk-up. It’s located above a Realtor's office. There was another one we looked at a few doors down but it was above a nail salon. Even in the apartment we could smell the acetone and nail polish. He decided he didn’t want to choose that one and we understood why. When we looked at the other, he really liked it since the living room was big. He said it would be nice to have people over since the living room could fit more people.

“And the appliances were more modern.” I say, and he nods. “That’s a bonus.”

“There’s a ton of legal stuff that I’ll have to go over, but I don’t know much about that. Maybe it would be a good idea to talk to my dad again.”

I clench my jaw at the thought as I sit down, “I’ll help you. No need to call him.”

Logan inhales as he looks across the table at me, “Thanks.”

“We will do whatever we have to do,” Y/N says, smiling at him, “If you ever need anything, anything at all, just call us. We’ll always be here.”

I laugh and reach over for her hand, “He knows that.”

“I’m just saying! We don’t want you out of our lives. We don’t even want you out of the house if you’re not ready!”

Logan smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes, “I just want to give you your space back.”

How he says it doesn’t sit right with me. Something isn’t right.

“We don’t care about that, Logan. Seriously, if you’re not ready, don’t leave.” she says, and I rub her back when she tears up, “If you’re ready, we’ll be right by your side to help you, but if you’re not, then don’t leave. We have plenty of room here. It’s certainly not crowded. Look at this house: it’s huge!”

Logan is quiet for a few moments as he puts his head down, then he sniffles a little and looks at us, “I’ve never had…real parents. I mean, obviously, I did, but they didn’t care about me. They didn’t take any interest in me at all. They put me in sports when I was younger just to keep me busy, but they never even came to a game. I joined band in high school, thinking if I got good at the drums, my dad would finally notice me and…love me, but he still didn’t care. Actually, he told me that he would have been more interested if I played the guitar instead. I doubt that was true. At that point, I just dropped out of band. They were pissed, of course, and didn’t understand why I quit. Anyway, they never cared. No one has ever cared until you two. It’s probably selfish of me to want to stay.”

“We do care,” Y/N says, wiping tears off her cheeks, “We truly do. And it is not selfish to want to stay here.”

“If I’m completely honest, I don’t…I don’t think I’m ready.” he says, and I nod my head when he looks at me, “If you guys really want me out, I will leave--”

I shake my head, “Stop worrying about it, kid. We really don’t mind.”

“I just thought that if I worked for a few more months on this big job Jimmy got us, I’ll have the money to be able to move out and not have to worry about money. We get a huge bonus when it’s done,” Logan says, and I look over at Y/N who is practically crying. “Is it okay with you two if I just stay a few more months?”

“Of course,” I say since Y/N is crying. “Clearly she’s okay with it too.”

She laughs as I hand her a napkin to dry her eyes, “Sorry! It’s just…you’re really important to us and you’re family now. At the end of the day, it’s not up to me and John whether you stay here or not, and I certainly don’t want you to feel obligated to stay because of me, but I also don’t want you to feel obligated to leave either. Truly either way, we will support you.”

Logan laughs when Y/N rolls her eyes and starts to cry again, “I think I should stay a little while longer. It’s nice to feel at home somewhere. Not sure I’m ready to live alone.”

After being so alone as a child and teen, I’m sure he loves living here--I can relate. We’re always home, and we’re always doing something whether it’s a dinner, a pool party, or a bonfire. This house is so full of love, I wouldn’t want to leave either. I don’t blame him one bit. One of the reasons I love this family so much is because of how often we all get together. It’s nice to be surrounded by all that love.

“John, you’re okay with this, right?”

I look at him and laugh, “Of course. I don’t blame you for wanting to stay. Before she moved in, this house was so empty. I hated it. I didn’t know that this house could feel so…”

“Full of love,” she says teasingly, and I nod.

“Yeah, and after not having anywhere to call home for a long time including in this house, it was nice to finally feel at home somewhere. Even when I did live here alone, it didn’t feel the way it does now. This is my home and it’s yours too. You can stay as long as you want.”

Logan looks at us but he’s still not saying something. I furrow my brow a little when he looks at me in hopes he’ll say what’s on his mind.

“Uh,” he clears his throat, “I also just don’t think I’d be safe on my own either.”

I immediately feel anger course through me, “Has Greg contacted you at all?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “He doesn’t know my number and I highly doubt he’d ever try to come here, but I don’t want him to know where I’m living when I do move. Everything is still so fresh. I think if I give it a little more time, he’d calm down and just forget about everything.”

“You’re safe here,” Y/N says to Logan before smiling at me, “John will always make sure of that.”

I nod, “No one is ever going to get into this house without my permission. Neither of you should ever feel unsafe here.”

Y/N smiles softly when I look at her, then she squeezes my hand, “We know.”

The house gets locked up like fortress at night. I didn’t have a security system before Y/N moved in, but when she did, I immediately got the top of the line security systems. I even said I’d hire someone to just stand guard and make rounds, but of course, Y/N hated the idea and said she certainly wasn’t worth all the fuss. I disagree. I vehemently disagree. And the last person that ever tried to get into this house is rotting in the ground with two bullets in his head.

Logan smiles, “Thank you for everything.”

“No need to thank us,” she says, reaching over to touch his hand.

Ronan squeals loudly as she offers up pieces of eggs and pancakes to everyone, and Y/N leans over and takes a piece of pancake.

“Do you want Logan to stay too?” Y/N asks, and Ronan squeals in delight, showing off her teeth as she smiles, “Yeah! You love your buddy, don’t you?”

Logan leans over and ruffles Ronan’s hair, “I’m not going anywhere yet.”

I reach over and rub Y/N’s back, and she looks at me. We share a knowing look, and she shrugs a little when I smile at her. She’s too damn cute. And such a mom.

I lean over and kiss her cheek, “You’re a good mom.”

“Yeah,” Logan nods as he looks at her, “You really are.”

“Isn’t she, Ro?” I say, nodding my head.

Ronan nods her head, “Yea!”

Y/N throws her hands up and tilts her head back as she cries, “What the hell?”

I laugh as I look over at Logan, but he raises his brows and nods to me.

“You’re a good dad too.” he says, shrugging a little, “Thanks…for being my parents when mine refused to be.”

“Yeah, I gotta…” Y/N sniffles as she gets up, “I gotta leave the room. I’m gonna fucking sob.”

I have to admit, my eyes are growing a little glassy. I see so much of myself in Logan and I’m so glad that we’re able to be here for him. I’m glad that things ended up working out in his favor in the end.

“Logan, I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this--well, I know I haven’t. I don’t tell many people,” Y/N says, and I look at her as she sniffles, “I had a really shitty dad too.”

Logan scrunches his brows, “But…you two have such a good relationship now.”

“That’s Dan. He’s actually my step-dad, but my mom and him have been together since I was 12. So, he’s ‘dad’ now. He stepped up when my biological dad didn’t. We don’t share the same blood but in our family, that stuff doesn’t matter. Tess isn’t biologically my sister either, but see? We don’t care about that. We’re family, no matter how we became family.”

“What happened to your biological dad?”

“I don’t know. I don’t talk to him. He didn’t want anything to do with me once I was born. He even told my mom that I ruined his life.” she says, then she looks down for a moment and sighs, “Parents can be so cruel. Just one little comment can stick with you for the rest of your life and just eat away at you. I thought about that comment probably every single day for years. It affected my entire life. It changed the way I saw myself. My dad said it, then years later, I heard those same words uttered by a boyfriend. I just thought I would ruin everybody’s life. It seriously hurt me and damaged my mental health, but I’m so much better now.”

“Because of John?”

Y/N looks at me and smiles, “Yes and no. Yes, because John is incredible and he has never once said I’ve ruined his life. He’s told me many times how much I’ve changed his life for the better. I don’t ever worry that John will say something so cruel. But I realized that I had so many people who loved me and who cared about me. My dad saying that stuff about me eventually didn’t hold as much weight. Why should I care what some coward said about me? He couldn’t even be man enough to stay and help take care of a child he helped create. But you know what? I’m a good person with a good heart. He’s missing out by not having me in his life. Just like your parents are missing out on such a smart, sweet kid. They’ll regret it one day.”

Logan shrugs, “Maybe.”

“They will,” she says, nodding her head. “But until that day and even after, John and I will there for you. For anything and everything. If you need to talk to someone, we’re always here. If you need to talk about shitty dads, I’m here. I have stories.”

I look at her, “I want to know stories!”

“You don’t have a complicated relationship with your dad--” she stops and points her finger, “Never mind. You don’t even have parents. I take that back.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I tease, nudging her chin. Logan furrows his brow in confusion, and I laugh, “We’d need about a week to unpack everything with me.”

Y/N smiles, “You have my parents now. Oh my god! My parents are to you what we are for Logan! I’m gonna cry again!”

“I’ve made her cry enough for today.” Logan says, gathering his plate and cup, “Daniela and I are going out today, so I better go get ready.”

I watch Logan as he walks past Y/N, but she stops in front of him and reaches out to hug him. He closes his eyes as he hugs her back, holding tight to her.

“Thanks for everything.”

“No need to thank us,” she says, then she cups his face, “We’re proud to be your parents. Even if it’s only temporary.”

Logan laughs, “I hope you don’t think it’s temporary.”

“I don’t,” she admits as she laughs, “We’ll happily be your mom and dad.”

“Cool.” Logan hugs her again and nods at me, then he retreats to his room.

Y/N puts her hands over her face as she cries, so I get up and get Ronan out of her highchair since she’s looking at her mom. She runs over to her on her tiptoes and tugs at her sweater, then she reaches up for her. Y/N lifts her into her arms and cradles the back of her head, pressing kisses to her cheek as she looks at me. I smile softly and wrap my arms around both of them.

“I hope he’s not doing this for my sake.”

I shake my head, “I don’t think so. Something tells me he’s just not ready to leave all this behind. I don’t blame him.”

“Do you want him to leave?” she asks, and I lean back to look at her for a few moments. “Be honest.”

I really don’t. I genuinely like having him here.

After a few seconds, I exhale sharply, “No. I don’t want him to leave. I don’t think he’s ready. I don’t think we are either.”

A smile spreads on her face, “You love being his dad, don’t you?”

“I just love being a dad,” I whisper, reaching over to smooth Ronan’s hair back, “But having him around does make me feel like I’ll be more prepared when this one is his age.”

Ronan reaches for me, so I take her and hug her tight. Y/N wraps her arms around my waist and leans her head against my chest. I look over the top of Y/N’s head and see Logan in the doorway.

“Sorry to interrupt, just wanted to let you all know I’m headed out for a bit.” he says, and Y/N smiles. “I’ll be home in time for dinner.”

“Daniela is welcome to join us.”

Logan nods, “Cool. I’ll let her know. I think she probably will.”

Y/N perks up, “Seriously?”

“Yeah, she likes you. She says you’re pretty and she always likes your nails. I don’t know what that means.” he says, and she holds up her hand to show off her colorful nails. “Oh.”

“Oh my gosh, tell her that when she comes over tonight, we can talk all about nails and oh my god! We can even plan a girls night! Tess is so good at nails and she can even do them!” she says as she walks around to gather plates on the table, “Oh my god! Tell her that we can have a girls night and she can stay here, I mean, she can stay with you but you boys can go out and us girls can stay here! Ah, this is so exciting!”

I haven’t seen her this excited about something in a while. I have to admit it’s fucking adorable.

Logan laughs, “I’ll let her know. I’m sure she’ll be excited.”

“But I mean, play it cool when you tell her.” she says, trying her best to seem calm, and I stiffle a laugh. “Shut up, John! She likes me!”

I put my one hand up in defense since I’m holding Ronan, “I’m not saying anything.”

Y/N smiles at Logan, “Have fun, sweetheart.”

“I will. Be home later.” he says, waving at us as he backs out of the kitchen.

I look over at her and smile, and she rolls her eyes.

“I’m cool, okay?”

“Never said you weren’t,” I kiss her temple, “I think you’re pretty cool.”

She tilts her head back and smiles at me, “You’re pretty cool too. Don’t pretend you didn’t notice Logan perk up when I suggested a boys night.”

“Probably just because Jimmy will be there.”

“Don’t do that,” she says, and I look at her, “He likes you, John. You’re the only father figure he’s really ever had.”

I smile as I look at her, my nose burning a little as I nod, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“God, you’re adorable.”

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We decided to just go out to eat tonight instead of trying to make something. Y/N fell asleep shortly after lunch since her sleep was a little interrupted last night, and I smile as I watched my girls snuggle on the couch, both fast asleep and clinging to each other. When Logan got home later with Daniela, Y/N tried to play it as cool as possible since she knows that Daniela likes her, but she just giggled and pulled her up to the wardrobe room to show her all her nail polish.

My sweet peach is always so worried about if Ronan will like her when she’s a teenager, but I don’t think she’ll have a problem. Daniela is 19, but she really likes Y/N. The two of them just went to the bathroom since we just got done eating dinner, then they want to go to the bookstore in the mall. They’re attached at the hip.

I’m sitting on a bench waiting for them to come back while Logan holds Ronan up to look into an fish tank. There’s an aquarium under the mall that we’re at and I just know she wants to go. If she does, I’m sure we’d all be fine to go through it.

I look over when I see someone walk up to Logan and say something, and they shake hands. The guy gestures to Ronan, but Logan looks at me and points. I get up and walk over since I don’t want anyone hassling him but when I get closer, I see that this is clearly someone he went to school with.

“Yeah, man, it’s been a while. What have you been up to?”

Logan shrugs, “Just working. I work for a carpentry company.”

“Sick,” the kids nods, then he looks at me.

“Oh, this is John,” Logan says, then he looks over my shoulder, “And this is Y/N. Ronan is their daughter. This is Will.”

Will looks at us and is clearly wondering who the hell we are. Y/N smiles when Logan looks at her, nodding her head encouragingly.

“They’re kind of like my adoptive parents.” he says, and Will looks at us before looking at Logan, “I moved out of my parents place.”

“Yeah, your dad was a dick.”

Logan laughs, “He is. Anyway, I’m living with them. You remember Daniela, right?”

Daniela smiles, giving Logan’s friend a wave, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Will smiles, then looks at Logan, “You still play the drums, right?”

Logan shrugs, “A little rusty, but yeah.”

Will smiles, “Dude, we gotta get together and play sometime.”

“Sounds good.”

I take Ronan from him when the two exchange numbers, and I walk over to show Ronan the fish tank again. She points at a blue fish and gasps, looking at me with wide eyes.

“What is that?”

“Fish,” she says, which sounds more like ‘fich’, but she’s the smartest girl ever so I kiss her cheek. “Momma, fish!”

Y/N smiles as she stands next to me, “I see! Where is the red fish?”

Ronan looks around the tank and follows the red fish with her finger, then she looks at her mom.

“Good job. You’re such a clever girl!” she says, kissing her cheek.

“The smartest bug,” I say, bouncing her a little.

Ronan kicks her legs since she wants to walk, so I set her down and keep a close eye on her. She just runs over to Daniela and grins when she looks down at her. When she first met Daniela, she kept saying something about the movie Brave. It took us a few minutes to realize she meant Merida since Daniela says unruly curly red hair. Daniela finds it funny and even quotes the movie to Ronan, which she absolutely loves. She gets a kick out of the accent Daniela does too.

“Thanks for dinner,” Y/N says, and I look down at her, “It was nice. It’s nice that Logan brought Daniela along too.”

“She likes you a lot.” I say, and she smiles up at me, “All of Ronan’s friends will probably want to hang out with you too when she’s older.”

She scoffs, “Highly doubtful.”

I look over at Ronan as she inches closer to the aquarium entrance. She tilts her head back to look at the sign, then she looks over at me. I raise my brows and smile at her, and she giggles before taking off. Y/N laughs and rushes after her, scooping her into arms.

“What do you think you’re doing, little bug?” she says, tickling her tummy.

“Fish!” Ronan screams, pointing at the entrance.

Y/N laughs as she sets her down, then she kneels down behind her, still keeping a grip on her, “Should we go? Yeah? We should go ask daddy.”

I smile when they look over at me. The little dimple in their right cheeks form as they smile at me, and I shake my head and laugh as I walk over to them.

I’m always told how much Ronan looks like me, but when she smiles, all I see is her gorgeous mom. My beautiful girls.

Logan kneels down, “Are we gonna go see fish?”

“Yeah!” Ronan smiles, wrapping her arms around his neck so he’ll pick her up.

I reach down and help Y/N up, wrapping my arm around her waist, “You look beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”

“Thank you!” she gives me a chaste kiss, but it’s not good enough, so I pull her back and kiss her again. She laughs as she looks at me, “You’re my favorite person in the world.”

“Likewise,” I say, and she grins and wraps her arms around me. “Should we go look at some ‘fich’?”

Y/N laughs as she looks over at Ronan, who is pointing out all of the fish to Daniela and Logan. Ronan looks over Logan’s shoulder and calls out for us, so I hold Y/N’s hand and follow behind into the aquarium.

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The living room looks particularly nice tonight. It’s cloudy and rain is on the way, so it’s much darker for this time of the day, but there are some candles burning on the coffee table--this is how I know Ronan is down for a nap. I just came up from the basement to get a drink but when I see Y/N curled up on the couch, I smile and walk over to her.

“Nice sweatshirt.”

She looks down at my dark blue sweatshirt she’s wearing and smiles, “It’s cozy and smells like you.”

“You’re adorable,” I say, sitting down next to her. She immediately scoots over and leans her head against my shoulder while our fingers interlace.

Y/N chuckles quietly to herself, “Do you remember our second date? I don’t know what made me think of it, but I just remember on the way home you brushed your hand against my boob and tried to kiss me. ”

“Oh, yeah, the date where you lied to me and told me that you had a brother. Yes, I remember.” I say, and she bursts out laughing. “Why the hell did you lie and say that?”

“I thought it would scare you!”

I shake my head and laugh, “Telling me that Tess was your sister scared me plenty.”

“Hey!” she playfully swats me as she sits up to look at me, “You love Tess.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t need to know that though.” I tease, then I hear someone snort from behind me. I look at Y/N and close my eyes, inhaling deeply, “She’s behind me.”

Y/N is smiling when I open my eyes, “She is.”

“She loves you too, John.” Tess says as she walks over to sit in the chair, “But don’t worry, we don’t have to be mushy about it.”

I let out a small laugh, “Well, that’s good.”

“Jimmy is at home if you’re bored.”

“Nah, I was just working on some orders that I have.” I say as I reach for Y/N’s drink.

Tess nods, “Yeah, Jimmy is showing Logan some new tools or something. I don’t know, as soon as he mentions tools, I zone out. If it’s his actual work or a job, of course I listen, but if it’s some metal doohickey, I just zone out. He does the same when I mention nail polish, so we’re even. At least he listens when I talk about photography.”

“Because that’s your passion,” I say, and Tess looks at me, “Of course he’s going to listen when you talk about something you love and you’re passionate about. He talks about how proud he is all the time when it comes to your photography. He’s also really looking forward to getting your studio all designed. We were actually talking about that the other night. I’m going to help out.”

Y/N grins when I look at her, “Okay, you’re adorable.”

I playfully nudge her before I lean over to kiss the top of her head, “On second thought, I will go over and see what they’re up to.”

“He heard Logan was there and now he wants to go over,” Y/N says, completely blowing my cover. She smiles when I look at her, “It’s cute.”

Tess smiles, “Don’t worry, John, you’re still dad. Jimmy is just the cool uncle.”

I let out a small laugh as I get Bleu’s leash and whistle for him. He quickly comes out of Ronan’s room and rushes downstairs where he briefly stops to say hi to his mom and Tess, then he comes over to me and sits.

“You are the cool dad, baby,” Y/N says, and I smile at her. “Have fun.”

I give them both a wave and laugh when I hear them giggling.

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“Excuse you…” I say as Y/N laughs from her side of the bed, “That text was rude.”

“It wasn’t!”

I smile as I walk over to her, giving her a quick kiss, “Let me just wash up and say goodnight to Ro.”

Y/N smiles, “Okay, fine.”

While I was over at Jimmy’s house, Y/N had texted me, still poking fun at me about the whole dad thing. She basically said if I wanted to be a husband that I should come home. Of course I want to be a husband, and of course I knew she was joking. I just got caught up talking with Jimmy about plans for Tess’ studio. I look forward to helping him since he helped out so much when we bought the bookshop.

“Okay, my little wifey,” I say as I walk past, “Let me just say goodnight to our daughter, then you have my undivided attention.”

“You promise?” she playfully pouts, and I nod my head, “Okay good.”

I smile at her before I walk down to Ronan’s room. She’s fast asleep with Bleu by her side, and he perks up and wags his tail when I walk in. I lean down and pet him a few times, then I kiss Ronan’s cheek.

“Goodnight, baby girl.” I whisper, smiling when she scrunches her face up a little.

Before going back to bed, I quickly check all the doors to make sure they’re locked--Logan is out with friends and will be home later, but he has a key and he knows the alarm code. I set the alarm and scan the yard for a few moments. I know Peter isn’t out there, but there’s still a part of me that gets paranoid. When I don’t see anything or anyone, I head back upstairs.

“Set the alarm since Logan is out with some friends, but he knows the code, so I’m not--” I stop in place and smile as I look over at my wife as she stands at the foot of the bed in the most delicious pink lingerie I’ve ever seen. I immediately reach back and shut our bedroom door, locking it for good measure. “What’s this?”

“Well,” she fixes the stockings and garter belt before looking at me, “I had this old thing laying around, so I figured…”

I shake my head, pointing at her, “No, this is new. I’ve seen everything you’ve worn in that drawer, and I know this is new.”

“Okay, so maybe I bought it the other day,” she says, walking over to me. She’s wearing high heels too, so she’s a bit taller. She wraps her arms around my neck and smiles when I rest my hands on her hips, “I thought it would be a nice thing to surprise you with.”

I smile, “It’s a very nice thing.”

“Do you like this color?” she asks as she moves past to do a spin, “I thought it was something different.”

“I do like it,” I say, then I put my hand up to stop her when she spins again. She stands with her back to me and laughs when I reach down and grab a handful of her ass. “I love it.”

Y/N laughs when I pull her into my arms and press against her backside, “I can feel that.”

I press a kiss to her shoulder and up her neck, but she moves out of my grasp before I can go anywhere else. She walks over to her nightstand and opens the drawer, then she turns around and looks at me as she holds up her vibrator.

“You know that game that’s like, ‘I’m going on a picnic and I’m bringing this’, and people say what they’re bringing and you can’t say the same thing?” she asks, and I furrow my brow and nod. “Well, I’m going to have sex with you, and I’m bringing this.”

I smile when she holds up the vibrator. She gestures to me since it’s my turn now. I hum as I think, slowly walking towards her.

“I don’t know, I have a few things I can bring.” I say, and she laughs as she looks down at the bulge in my pants. “Yes, I’m definitely bringing that.”

“Good,” she says softly, tilting her head back to kiss me. Her hand finds its way to the front of my pants and she begins to slowly rub where I’m throbbing for her. “What else are you bringing?”

I lean back to look at her, then I reach for the pillow on the bed, “This.”

Y/N furrows her brow, then she laughs, “I sure am a pillow princess.”

“No, this isn’t for your head,” I lean down and brush my lips against her, and she lets out a small whimper.

“What’s it for then?”

I smirk, “It’s for your mouth.”

“Ooh,” she returns the smirk and nods. “You gonna make me scream tonight?”

“I am,” I nod, and she lets out a laugh when I quickly grab her in my arms and lay her on the bed. I kiss her deeply as I reach down to remove her shoes, then I toss them to the ground and begin to kiss down her throat, down the valley between her breasts, past her stomach, and I settle between her legs.

Y/N leans up to watch as I lap between her legs, and I smile when she immediately reaches for the pillow and puts it over her face. As soon as I suck on her clit, I hear her let out a loud moan.

“That’s my girl,” I say against her thigh, and I laugh when she moans again. “Good girl…”

All I can hear is Y/N’s panting muffled by the pillow, and I pull her closer to my mouth before closing my eyes and diving in deeper.

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Ni-Ik as your husband…

FEM READER

-lots of hugs and kisses.

I feel like niki is the type to randomly come behind you and hug you from behind no matter what your doing. Cooking, cleaning, dancing… he wouldn’t care so expect hugs.

As for kisses I think he’d be the type to understand you love forehead kisses and always give you one before bed.

-gives flowers and gifts randomly.

Niki would totally be the type to pick you up from work with a boquete of your favorite flowers. Dressed in a tux and ready to take you on a date. No matter the occasion he’d always show how much he loves you with gifts. Even jewelry that he gets from modeling or just randomly going to the Prada store to buy a few necklaces and bracelets.

-massages…

Niki would love to massage your legs and back. And back rubs are a must. He understands you are tired from work and missing him all day. Even when your on your period expect back rubs and massages. He wants to sooth your pain and if that means he needs to rub your feet until you fall asleep, then so be it.

-flirty and annoying.

Even if your asleep after a stressful night he’d wake you up with a ton of kisses and sweet words. Wether it be something like “good morning baby” or even “look at how pretty you are..” even though you get annoyed by it because you just woke up, you still love the feeling of how he treats you like a Princess or prince. Niki would be the type to laugh at you slipping into the pool or saying a few dumb things. He’d point it out and laugh but as soon as you look like a kicked over puppy, he’s apologizing and being so sweet.

-cuddles…

Niki loves to cuddle. He even has a small schedule after work when you guys just cuddle. And since he tracks your period so he can understand how you feel better, the cuddles never end. Though his body Carrie’s a lot of heat he still needs your warmth to sleep correctly at night.

-cooks.

Although niki isn’t the greatest cook he will still try to cook for you. Making takoyaki or even noodles he values your opinion. If you tell him it’s great and your face doesn’t show it, he’d throw it away after you beg him not to. He likes to be perfect for you even though you tell him you already live him the way he is and you’d rather him not change.

-walks.

After begging him to let you just relax becuase you have a free weekend, he doesn’t like to sit around so walking it is. He likes walk with you. Holding your hands and looking at the rings on your finger that he bought you. Maybe he will never tell you but he likes being seen with you. His pride and joy is so happy letting the world know he’s yours and your his.

-Tattoos.

Niki is the type to get a tattoo without thinking about how you feel first. He showed up one day with a small tattoo on the left side of his back that said ‘what’s hers is hers’ and you weren’t happy at first. Even though you always loved the idea of that tattoo on his skin, you didn’t want him to ruin his body for you. Yet he took the tattoo idea you had and got it three days later. It looked pretty in his tanned skin and you couldn’t lie. Your face turned red and he smothered you in happy kisses.

PT.2?????

[there-must-be-a-lock]

Jason Todd/Frank Castle ship manifesto and rec list!

For @dc-marvel-crossovers Pool Noodle Party.

These two are both scary motherfuckers when they want to be. Between the guns and the vengeance — yeah, the surface-level similarities are clear. But they’re also people whose core motivations are a) loss and b) a sense of justice. They lost faith in the ability of others to protect the people they love, and so they decided to do it themselves. They get a lot of shit from the other vigilantes in their respective circles for their methods of doing so; I think the lack of judgment coming from the other person would absolutely draw them together.

And at first glance, I think they can both easily be written off as angry characters, but both of them have a massive soft, caring streak under all that Kevlar and grumbling. It comes out mostly in the way they look out for (and fight on behalf of) the innocent — women, children, dogs… they’re both natural caretakers, but they’re rarely allowed to express it, and I think that caretaking is a huge part of what I love about the idea of their dynamic. They only allow themselves to be soft and to be taken care of because they’re with someone who also respects their strength.

Fic recs! Most of this tag belongs to the amazing @mightymightygnomepriest and @bittercape! Please go check out their work if you want more of this pairing — every one of their fics is great, not just the ones I’m quoting here.

forever trusting who we are by @bittercape - like I said, it’s the caretaking for me! This is peak softness, and I love the lived-in feel of the unspoken communication that comes from a long term relationship.

The rhythm of checking and mending gear is a familiar one, and Jason is comforted by the hiss of the whetstone against an already-sharp blade, as familiar as breathing.

Slightly less familiar is the way Frank leans against him when he comes back from packing up their gear. His weight is heavy against Jason’s back, seeking contact like a big cat.

can’t start a fire without a spark by @mightymightygnomepriest - Frank is literally in the rain trying to rescue a puppy in this. It’s so ridiculously endearing. There’s also caretaking (of course) and some sexy sexy sex.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason catches sight of a calendar. He wonders if he’s been a good enough boy this year that Santa’s delivered him a dilf.

Probably not.

Even if We’re Just Dancing in the Dark by @daddyswickedqueen - a remix of the previous fic on the list, but god damn I love Sagacity’s take on this premise. The inner voices of both characters are so well done.

There’s a low laugh that could, in other meteorological conditions, make Jason shiver. Right now it’s too fucking cold and wet to tell.

Jason stays right where he is. This goddamn puppy is going to be warm and dry tonight or he’s going to commit war crimes. Again.

Parting is all we know of Heaven, (—and all we need of Hell.) by llamallamaduck - Witcher fusion! I know very little about the Witcher fandom but was able to follow without problems, and the glimpse at the world was more than enough to have me wanting more. Great characterizations.

“I’ve been around for a while, kid,” says the Witcher, shifting. Automatically, Jason’s eyes snap to track the movement. You can’t not pay attention to that shit. He’s not even making any threatening gestures; he’s rubbing his temples with one hand and is propped up by the other. Nevertheless, Jason wants to curl his shoulders, bare his teeth and show he’s not easy prey.

Make This Easy by @thepartyresponsible - it has once again been 0 days since somebody in the crossover server recced a TPR fic, and for good reason. Significantly darker than the others on this list; this is not a happy story. But it involves one of my favorite descriptions of Jason of all time:

There’s some kind of predator under his skin, the same way there’s one under Frank’s. Maybe this kid’s teeth run a little closer to the surface, but Frank still recognizes his own. It’s just weird as hell to find someone like him caged up in a body like that. He wonders if that’s what he looked like in his early twenties, some unholy mashup of empty eyes and soft edges, baby fat barely lingering on a body already smelted into a weapon.

He was never that pretty, but Russo used to be. Maybe that burning match energy is something boys like them learn early. Self-immolation as a form of self-protection. Nobody’s going to get their hands on them if they’re already on fire.

[happypedrohours]

Choose 1, or 2 or 3 (or all of them) from the following lists and send them to fellow Happy Pedro Hours partakers to get to know them better and to have a good laugh!! (We kindly remind you of the Tumblr etiquette back in the day which is that if you receive an ask, it's customary to send one back to the person so they get to answer one (or two or three) themselves)

Don't forget to tag all your replies #happypedrohours !!

June 22nd updates: added questions to Would you rather and Get to know me lists, new Either Or list at the bottom of the post

Would you rather list

Have mint ice cream or chocolate gelato

Have blackberry sherbet or lemon popsicle

Drink Coca Cola or Pepsi

Eat a pizza with mushroom or pineapple on it

Spend one day in a spaceship or one day on an icebreaker

Visit Mars or Saturn?

Live in a little cottage surrounded by frog pond or fields of horses?

Road trip through the US or Australia?

Spend a day wearing no make up or wearing too small shoes?

Learn how to make sushi or noodles?

Eat a hamburger dipped in chocolate or fries dipped in fluff?

Hike an active volcano or a rainforest during a storm?

Cuddle a bear cub or a litter of baby squirrels?

Go on the Orient Express or trek to Victoria Falls?

Sleep under the stars by a swamp or in a hammock hanging from a cliff?

Have universal respect or unlimited power?

Swim in a pool full of Nutella or a pool full of maple syrup?

Spend a week in the forest or a night in a real haunted house?

*updated list*

Always have to tell the truth or always have to lie?

Run your tongue down a NYC sidewalk or press your tongue into a stranger's nostril?

Be in the real-life version of "The Walking Dead" or "American Horror Story"?

Have the hiccups for the rest of your life or always feel like you're about to sneeze but can't?

Use sandpaper as toilet paper or hot sauce as eye drops?

Be sticky for the rest of your life or be itchy for the rest of your life?

Pedro Boys edition

Would would win in a hand-to-hand fight? Dave York or Din Djarin?

Who's the better parents? Din Djarin or Mrs Flores?

Who would win the race? Frankie Morales or Din Djarin (Razor Crest edition, no space jump allowed)

Who would win in a fight? Oberyn Martell or Marcus Moreno?

Who the better cuddler during wintertime? Javi G or Marcus P?

Who's the grumpiest when they show up at their surprise birthday party? Joel or Javi P?

Who has more fashion sense? Javi G or Oberyn Martell?

Who has the best aim with a gun? Joel or Dave York?

Who has the scariest intimidating scowl? Javi P or Joel?

Who is better at reading bedtime stories? Din or Marcus Moreno?

Who’s the best movie night buddy? Dieter or Javi G?

Who’s the best at barbecuing? Frankie or Joel?

Who would win in a eating contest? Marcus P or Max Philips?

Get to know you list

If you could go back to any time period, where would you like to go and why?

What's your favorite color and the first thing that comes to your mind when you think of it?

If you could be transported in any fictional universe, where would you go?

What's a song that reminds you of your favorite season?

Do you read books and if yes, what's your favorite genre?

Do you cook and what's your favorite dish to make?

What's the one place in the world you have always dreamed of visiting?

What is the first concert you attended to?

What did you want to be when you were small?

What’s your favorite swear word (in any language) and why?

Are you a morning person or a night owl?

What was/is your favorite subject in school?

If you could only wear one color for the rest of your life, which one would you choose?

Who was your first celebrity crush?

What’s a weird smell that you really enjoy?

Do you have a favorite kind of flower?

Which meal is your favorite: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

Do you collect anything?

*updated list*

What color is your toothbrush?

What's your favorite summer activity?

What's the strangest thing you've ever eaten?

What's the sexiest animal?

What is the worst job you could have?

If you could paint anything, what would you paint?

Who is your favorite cartoon character?

Who's your favorite superhero and why?

*New category*

Either or

Museum or carnival?

Horror movie or romcom?

Tea or coffee?

Friends or How I Met Your Mother?

Cat or dog?

Left side or right side of the bed?

Bath or shower?

Paintings or sculptures?

Summertime or wintertime?

Hugs or kisses?

Apple juice or orange juice?

Unicorn or mermaid?

Apple or Android?

Netflix or Disney+?

Instagram or TikTok?

Cereal or toast?

Burger or tacos?

Dinosaurs or dragons?

Greek mythology or Egyption mythology?

New York City or Los Angeles?

Crossword puzzles or jigsaw puzzle?

[randomfoggytiger]

The X-Files 30th Anniversary

Day 7: 30th Anniversary Extravaganza

Today, I'm thanking The X-Files community for bringing me across a wonderful show-- its amazing cast and writers and fans-- and inspiring me to get back on my own creative hobbyhorse.

My Thanks

Being a part of a collective who want to celebrate this show and others' creative endeavors with heartfelt good wishes has been exciting, fun... and humbling.

My special thanks to the many people who welcomed me with open arms and contribute to this space, even if it's "simply" (but it's never just anything, is it?) answering asks or reblogging or even liking a random post that passed from one blog to another.

There are too many to list, so I'll just chat about my most remembered moments:

@baronessblixen, for being so kind and encouraging that you drew me out of the anon shadows; for liking what I create; for giving me a logical mind to bounce my ideas off of in asks; and for inadvertently teaching me the joy of appreciating animal videos (and convincing me, along with Vavie, to watch Return to Me.)

@dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, for our cherished Duchovny talks; for your heart and your amazingly detailed dedication; for your artbook that I prize dearly; and for your warmth and good humor.

@suitablyaggrieved, for your spectacular and refreshing meta takes; for persevering in your creative works and this fandom; and for sharing the progress pics of your beautiful X-Files themed sweater.

@welsharcher, for being my mini Kermit-loving pool noodle~ (I love brightening your day as much as your messages brighten mine); for your gifs and posts that make my heart soar; and for our shared, priceless sense of humor.

@agent-troi, for being a solidly intelligent third party to the Pre-S1 Mulder Singleton Club; for your hilarious hashtags and great insights; and for your amazing fic output.

@mondfuchs/@annablume, for swapping XF fic recs in my early Tumblr days; and for making my year by drawing my little boopy-tongued tiger in Mulder's arms to celebrate our collective birthday (post here. Still makes me sappy thinking about it~.)

@amplifyme, for returning to Tumblr and giving me a chance to meet you; for sharing your excellent BATB series (in general and Nan Dibble in particular); and for sharing your thoughts as you slowly peel back the psyche of Vincent and the worlds Above and Below.

@demon-fetal-harvest, for being one of the first to die over my Scully Les Miserables amv (it's one of my favorites I love to rewatch; and I think of you every time I do); and for your hilarious reblogs and even more hilarious tags.

@xxsksxxx and @two-microscopes for being the first to reblog and like during a rough time. I'll cherish that moment forever~.

@medicaldoctordana, for being cool and creative and driven; and for hating the mainstream MBTI system as much as I do (and for your philosophy recs-- will get around to them someday.)

@ibringyouasong89, for being my fellow warrior in the trenches. We're new of acquaintance, but I think this will be a beauuuuuuuuuutiful friendship~. ;))))

@writingwell, @enigmaticdrblockhead, and @perpetually-weirdening, @spidey-is-tired, @cyb3rpeach, @scullys-scalpel, @frogsmulder, @teenie-xf, @dreamingofscully, @freckleslikestars, @cecilysass, @slippinmickeys, @gabby-msr, @thatfragilecapricorn30, @television-overload, @pianogirlxf @mollybecameanengineer, and @settle-down-frohike for being mutually supportive and welcoming. The world is both large and small; and I'm glad my path was able to intersect with yours.

And thank you to the silent-but-always-theres who take the time to drop in and give my posts the time of day~: @samucabd, @sonictacocat, @kiivitaja, @freckleslikestars, @nimlurks, @redteekal, @mindibindi, @marinas5099, @chavisory, @sizzlingempathspybat, @enigmaticxbee, @inflappible, @metamayou, @invidiosa, @txcb1013, @dytttt, @borogirl, @agentbluefox, @agentwhalesong, and ALL OF YOU. I can't tag anymore because Tumblr is tapping me out; but I include you-- yes, you-- in this as well.

My Projects

While The X-Files turned 30, my fandom experience turned (a little over) a year old! Wow, time does fly when you're... speed typing out multiple essays worth of fic rec lists, meta analyses, and personality typing posts (or even wrangling a video editor, compressor, and uncooperative Tumblr site to upload an amv.)

My full list of accomplishments can be found here; but these are a few highlights that were standouts to me personally:

My First Fic

randomfoggytiger’s Son of Egypt (Prince of Egypt twist on television-overload's what if: Samantha adopted and raised William.)

Fic Rec Lists

Meet the Mulders

Creepy and Cozy Cabins  

Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing 

Car Wrekt 

S9 Mulder Stays or Returns While the Mytharc Barrels On

Fics That Deserve More Comments (Part I) 

Poll Results Fic: 1st Place- Scully Injured but In-Charge

Poll Results Fic: 2nd Place- Cleaning Out the Vineyard House

Poll Results Fic: 3rd Place-- Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

The Field Where I Fix-It Fic-ed

Analysis Posts

Arcadia Analysis: Scully Was Enjoying Herself Immensely 

Never Again: An Intensive Essay (and its paired twin: Never Again and Fear)

One Son: An Intense, One-Shot Analysis of “You’re Making This Personal”  

The Mulder Family In-Depth (Part VI): Talitha Cumi and Tena's Lies

S5 Is a Pretty Dark Time for Mulder

The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VII): Mulder, Maggie, Melissa, and the Snake

Mulder Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn? 

Scully Trauma Responses: Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?

Mulder and Dreams

Milagro In-Depth (Part II): Loneliness Is a Choice and Lamps Go Dark

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas In-Depth: Full Analysis

Scully Is the Conduit Conductor and Mulder Is the Dancer

How Scully Taught Mulder to Hug

Mulder and Dreams

CSM Inflicted Insanity On the Syndicate

Fire and False Romance, Ice and Love

All IVF Roads Lead Away from The Unnatural and to Millennium 

Jungian Personality Typing Posts

{{Extraction: Proving Mulder Is an INTP, Not an INFJ/INFP}} 

SCULLY, The Enigmatic ISTJ

XF Fanvids/AMVs

Les Miserables AMV: Scully's Solo

The Muppets AMV: Drivin’ Right Along

Fiddler on the Roof AMV: Mulder and Samantha

Bonus Content (Fandom Adjacent)--

React: "Return to Me" from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs

Personality Typing: Return to Me

HAPPY 30TH ANNIVERSARY, XF!

And cheers to all~!

Enjoy!

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

Pash interacting with folks from the House is some of my favorite stuff in this book. I still love Corona's rejoinder of 'Boobs, and hair, AND a hell of a sword hand' to her. :-) As to the Fourth House skull, might it be because what amounts to child soldiers play a somewhat important role in the chapter, and the Fourth was known for child soldiers?

@forgetfulfish:

I feel like the skulls in Nona tie back to the poem at the start of the book. So four is for Fidelity.

All the ones that don't match a character make sense when matched to the poem but maybe I'm reaching

Ok, so:

Chapter 4: Seventh skull (Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies)

This was the chapter where Hot Sauce noticed someone watching the school and the Angel looked hung over. Hot Sauce also asked Nona to look out for people when she walked Noodle, but this wasn't the chapter where she pretends to radio Corona. Honesty also talked about getting his job to steal air conditioners. I'm not seeing it unless it's a reference to the Angel looking tired? Or maybe it's because Nona and the kids had a conversation about whether or not she was beautiful

Chapter 11: Fifth skull (Five for tradition and debts to the dead)

Nona acted out her pool dream with Camilla, Pyrrha told Nona she'd gone to the park (and killed the people in the cages, but Nona doesn't find this out until later) and seen Hot Sauce there, and BOE interrupted breakfast and took them to see We Suffer (which actually happens in the next chapter). Maybe the people who died at the park count as debts to the dead?

Chapter 15: Seventh skull again

The first appearance of the car with the grille, and Hot Sauce told everyone that the broadcast was happening. This was the day that Camilla failed to come get Nona, so she stayed and fell asleep and Hot Sauce told her about her past and Nona told Hot Sauce (presumably) that she was dying. I guess Nona herself is blossoming and dying here

Chapter 18: Eighth skull (Eight for salvation no matter the cost)

This was the chapter where Nona got shot in the head twice and Hot Sauce declared her out of the gang, and Pash killed a bunch of people and all that jazz. Nothing particularly religious seems to be going on here, and I'm not actually sure what "salvation" means in the context of John's necromancy religion, since it doesn't have a concept of someone dying for other people's sins and John doesn't believe there's anything on the other side of the River, so it can't mean getting there. I guess in the more practical sense of "salvation" of the lives of the characters who can still die, they had to take some risks to do that here?

Chapter 26: Fourth skull (Four for fidelity, facing ahead)

When Hot Sauce let Nona back into the gang again, so yeah, fidelity works here. Or child soldiers, although if I were picking a chapter to reference child soldiers, I would probably pick the one where Hot Sauce told Nona her backstory of being a child soldier (which had a Seventh skull)

Just looking at the chapter images and not reading ahead, it looks like all the other skulls are associated with characters who are actually in this book

[wickedsick]

UU Week 2024, Day 5: Favorite Arc

This one was hard.

Ragnarok has good moments, but it removes Fuuko for a really long time.

Unmove has some of my favorite slice-of-life, but like with everything in 101, it feels a bit too fast to be my favorite.

In the end, I came back to Old Reliable- Summer.

Summer arc is probably the most self-contained arc in the series. There's only a few big changes to the roster (Untruth getting moved to Mui, Feng being removed from the board), and it's not dependent on the rest of the series like, say, Spring.

Instead, Summer is about two things. Some of the best fights in the series, and the best mini-cast.

Undead Unluck has a few 'mini-casts'- Team Buroja, Team France, and Team China.

We don't really get to see much of Buroja interacting, and everyone on Team France is on the same side, but China is a bunch of screwed-up people colliding with each other like forks in a garbage disposal and I love it.

Shen was the 'third wheel' for the first two arcs before bowing out in Unrepair and Autumn, but Summer brings him and Mui back into the forefront in a big way. It's his flashback, his mentor, his worldview- and eventually, his death.

Now, back to the best fights in the series. There's two fights this arc, and they're both a 1vEveryone. Feng vs Andy, Shen, Fuuko, and Mui, and Summer vs the above + Top, Chikara, and Tatiana.

The only other real instance of an extended 1vE is Ragnarok, and Sun's just not the same as Feng.

Feng's almost manic energy throughout the fight makes him an utter delight. He figures out how to counter Andy after Autumn, assuring the audience that the Book Boost did not suddenly make Andy more powerful than everyone else- it just expanded his kit.

As the fight continues, we get the biggest death in UU- and Shen's subsequent revival.

I have so much to say about Feng, but let's move on to Summer itself. After Feng is dealt with, we have to take out the big firework dragon- and that's when Top, Tati, and Chikara come in.

Most other UMA are a smaller effort. Even Spring and Sick eventually came down to one-on-one.

Summer is an example of a bunch of people coming together to take down a big boss, and it works.

The eventual destruction of Summer serves double duty- for one, it shows just how well some abilities can stack together, and two, it shows the flaws in Feng's philosophy.

Feng would not have been able to beat Summer. There is literally not a single thing he could've done to beat Phase 2- because he doesn't have the necessary skills.

But then again, Tatiana doesn't have the necessary skills to solo summer either. Nor does Andy or Shen.

But when you combine everyone's abilities, Summer becomes a complete joke. He gets bent around like a pool noodle, frozen before using a single attack, and killed by a blast that, last we saw, didn't even take out Creed or Feng. Feng's philosophy of individual might would have hit a big fat wall even if he did somehow win against everyone.

Summer has something to say, and it says it. It says it in the language of dislocated elbows, and fireworks, and free-falling makeouts, and it says it loud.

[spicyviren]

After reading the case for Viren connecting with the Star Arcanum and him having visions because of it, I made myself a beautiful tinfoil hat.

Humor this giant spaghetti noodle:

This is a vision of Claudia performing Infantis Sanguine.

Viren is initially pulled out of his catatonic state when he sees Claudia wade into the water to retrieve the prison and immediately recalls her walking into a red sea. And this would track with his premonition, but the giant orb in the sky and the approaching wave are missing.

Entertaining the idea that this is indeed a vision of the future and not purely metaphorical elements of Viren's own mind, exactly what is the orb in the sky? An eclipse, a dark star, a black hole?

A full moon?

Vision Claudia drags her legs through the water, which trails red behind her (BLOODUH).

IRL, she's squeezing her blood into black pentapus ink...

...and Terry explicitly remarks on it.

The wave I'm less sure about. Aaravos repeatedly invokes the rising sun as kind of harbinger of Viren's death, so my semi-joking, semi-serious idea is that Claudia finds a loophole by somehow managing to prolong the night or otherwise block out the influence of the sun. So first thought was eclipse which, looking at Viren's nightmare revelation, uh-check!!

AND THEN cursory research confirms that the increased gravitational pull of a sun and moon aligned causes bigger waves called spring tide and I was like, yes very good for me that science is on my side for this magical made up scenario in which the rules are made up and the points don't matter!

SO! Wave is there because SCIENCE says so. But also, eh, kinda looks like sound waves! Like, a nice tableau of Claudia chanting the words of a spell in a pool of her own blood to save her father's life.

An additional element which further convinces me that Viren is having Star Primal-type visions is that child Claudia only skips on one side of Viren's footprints, foreshadowing her losing a leg.

I think the biggest question about Infantis Sanguine is whether or not "the sacrifice" is just some blood or all of the blood, and therefore, whether or not it's something Claudia would be able to do and walk away from using herself as The Sacrifice. Alternatively, she does carry with her a blue flower which begins to fall apart into the water, which if I really wanted to, I could maaaaybe buy as representing Sparklepuff (as sacrifice) or as Viren himself (who is also falling apart and dying lol). Could totally be something else though.

As I'm writing this, I'm realizing I don't know the exact cause of Viren's horror at Infantis Sanguine - if it's simply the prospect of using any part of his children as a spell component, or, more plausibly to me, that he's simply operating under the reasonable assumption that "sacrifice" in this context = death.

Generally, I tend to believe that Aaravos doesn't straight up lie, but I do think he obscures a lot by simple implication and is happy to sit back while people stumble through a maze of their own incorrect interpretation. Things Aaravos never says are, "you must kill the homunculus" and, "one of your children must die so that you can live." The only time Aaravos explicitly talks about death and dying is in relation to Viren himself (and even then, he throws in mysterious stuff about death in tandem with the sun rising).

What he DOES say is this: And I will show you how to use every drop of his living essence to restore your own life...AND your future.

I'll admit that I'm reaching a bit here, but the fact that Aaravos is invoking the future with regard to Sparklepuff's living essence (as opposed to Sparklepuff's magical essence) does kind of hint to me that Sparklepuff wouldn't necessarily die as sacrifice. Which might also explain (what I perceived to be) Aaravos's rather muted response to Viren's refusal at what could essentially be a magical blood transfusion.

Last bit to add - the pentapus and ATLA by extension. This isn't my favorite thing to bring up because a lot of the time I feel like TDP is a bit in ATLA's shadow (but they DO keep making references...) so tossing in a tenuous but relevant nod to a character stealing a literal celestial body from the sky AND a solar eclipse blocking out the power of the sun.

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

Movie Night

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, mature themes, unprotected sex, slight masturbation, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), language, dirty talk. MINORS DNI.

Summary: Your boyfriend, Josh, has an idea for a film. And your the star.

Hi girlies! Welcome to my first post on this blog. We know Josh is a film guy, so I wanted to play off of that. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Bajabule,

-Ken

Will this rain ever stop? You asked yourself as you made your way home from an exhausting day of work. You sighed softly as you came to a red light. You leaned your head back on the headrest and closed your eyes.

The memories of your day projected in the darkness of your closed eyes, replaying all the stressful moments.  The office wasn't always so bad, but your boss, Rick, had a stick up his ass all day, and had you do all the grunt work. A honk from the car behind you released you from your pity party. You hit the gas and continued your short drive home.

As you pulled into the driveway, you dreaded walking to the door in the rain. You had left your umbrella at home in your rush to leave that morning. Thankfully, your parking situation at work included a parking garage with an enclosed walkway to the building. You didn't have that luxury here.

You gathered your things and prepared to make the run to the house, but before you opened the car door, you noticed Josh walking towards you with your umbrella opened up over his head. You let out a soft laugh as he came to the door and flashed you his award-winning smile through the window. You smiled back and pulled the handle of the door.

"My hero!" you exclaimed as he held his free hand out to you, lifting you out of the car.

"I saw your umbrella when I came home and figured you'd need some assistance. We don't want to ruin that beautiful hair you work so hard on." He winked and twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers.

You nudged him softly in his side as you both made your way to the front door. He hummed in amusement. He opened the door and stretched his arm out towards the opening.

"M'lady."

You giggled, stepping inside. "Thank you, sir."

As you slipped your shoes off by the door, you raised your head and took a deep breath. "Mmm. Something smells good."

Josh was shaking the rain off the umbrella before putting it in the holder. "I hope you like it. Just a little something. Steak, asparagus, mashed potatoes, and a side of noodles." He closed the door and stepped closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.  "Oh, and I got your favorite  blackberry sorbet for dessert."

"Hmm. Something simple." Your voice was laced with sarcasm. You let your eyes wander across his face. You always felt so relaxed and safe looking in his eyes; they were like deep pools of melted chocolate.  Protected by his long, beautiful lashes that you were always envious of. Your eyes drifted lower to his perfect mouth. His lips so plush and glossy from him licking them. Hiding behind them was his 1000-watt smile with a tiny gap in his front teeth that always gave you butterflies.

"I'm glad I'm home," you hummed, resting your head on his shoulder. He rubbed small circles on the small of your back as he tilted his head towards yours, resting it gently.

"Me too, love." He whispered so softly you almost missed it. You could have stayed just like that with him for the rest of the night. But you felt your stomach give a little rumble, reminding you that the yogurt you had for lunch was not there anymore.

"Is the food done? I'm starved." You lifted your head to look back up at him, giving a small smile. He huffed a laugh from his nose.

"Why don't you go get into something a little more comfortable, and I'll finish up in the kitchen." He pressed his lips to your forehead and sent you on your way with a little smack on your ass as you headed to the bedroom, giggling wildly.

........

"Dinner was fantastic, babe," You said as you ran your fingers through his loose curls. Yoy both were laying on the couch, Josh laying between your legs so his head rested on your chest. He aimlessly flipped through the TV channels looking for something, but didn’t know what.

"It really was, wasn't it?" he hummed as he closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the attention you were giving him. He sighed as he opened his eyes again, returning to his channel surfing. He huffed, disappointed there was nothing worth watching.

"Modern TV is depressing." He sat up and turned to face you. He snaked his hands around your waist and pulled you into his lap. He buried his face into your neck and whimpered. You fought the laugh from escaping your lips.

"What's the matter, darling?" you asked, feeling a shiver wash over you as his warm breath tickled your neck. You slipped your hands around his neck, pressing your chest flush with his. He lifted his head to look at you, his nose just barely brushing yours.

"I could make a great movie. With substance. With passion." His eyes shimmered with longing. You felt the pull of a frown at the corners of your lips. It always hurt you that Josh gave up his dream to start a band with his brothers. You knew he loved being the front man of the group, but you also knew he was just a little heartbroken about putting his dreams on hold.

"I know you could. And I know you will someday." You closed the distance and connected your mouth to his. He put his hands to your cheeks and pulled away so he could talk.

"I love you. You know that?" His lips softly brushed yours as he spoke. You felt your cheeks start to burn crimson beneath his hands. You nodded in acknowledgment.

"I love you too, Josh." A small smirk pulled at his lips. He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip as he bit his. His eyes met yours again as he pulled you in for another kiss; this one a little more firey. He slipped his tongue over your lips, asking for entry. You parted them as permission, and let his tongue find yours. He tasted like strawberry soda and weed from the joint you two had smoked after dinner.

He let a hand wonder down your neck and found your breasts. He palmed them over your shirt and moaned softly against your lips. The noise he made had your clit throbbing. You moved your hips slowly over his growing erection forming in his pants. His hands found your hips and his fingers dug in firmly. He guided you as you moved against him, lips and tongues still exploring each other. His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. You pulled away long enough to let him remove it and toss it carelessly on the floor.

His lips hungrily found your exposed clavicle, nipping and sucking. You leaned your head back, biting your lip as you took in the sensation. He worked his way to your breasts, giving each nipple a suck. You moaned as your eyes rolled back slightly.

"Fuck Josh...that feels amazing." You couldn't see his it, but you knew a proud smile was beaming on his face. He gently laid you back so your head was on the arm rest, and you were off his lap. He marked a trail from your sternum to your navel with his tongue, making you shiver as goosebumps rose to the surface. Your body was screaming, your clit aching. You needed him. You sat up to turn the attention on him, but you were met with his hands grabbing your wrists, forcing you back down. As he held your hands above your head, you gasped at the quickness of it.

He met your eyes with a devious smirk. "You're going to stay right there, mama. Until I tell you to move."

You swallowed hard, a protest forming on your lips. He arched his brow in warning. You swallowed your complaints and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting softly. You moaned and bucked your hips towards him. He sat back up, laughing.

"Calm down, baby. You'll get what you need. Don't I always take care of my girl?" He didn't wait for you to answer. He released your wrists, but you didn't dare move. He noticed and gave an approving smile. "That's my girl. Such a good listener." His fingers hooked on your shorts and started to pull them off. You lifted up so he could remove them. He threw them with your shirt, and sat back looking at you silently. You squirmed, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze.

"What?" you asked meekly, looking at anything but him.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, drinking you in. You could see his brain working as he contemplated something. He looked to the TV and then his eyes met yours. He looked nervous.

He cleared his throat. "So... remember when I said I could make a great movie?"

You nodded, not seeing how that conversation applied to you being naked and vulnerable on the couch.

"Well....what if I made one now?"

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you tried to understand what he meant. "What do you mean?"

"Like, what if we made a sex tape?" His eyes were focused on his hands as he asked. He peeked up at you through his lashes, anxiously waiting on your response. You felt shocked. But it made sense for him to want to do this. You bounced it around for a few minutes, chewing on your lip. He let out a breath, like he had been holding it. You sat up to meet him and smiled. "Okay."

His eyes lit up as he leaned in to kiss you. He pulled away and quickly jumped off the couch. "Josh?" You called in a stern voice. He looked at you with raised brows. You could see the disappointment on his face, thinking you had changed your mind. "This is just for us," you finished, a soft smile on your lips. He let out a laugh.

"Of course, mama. This is all for us." He winked as he disappeared around the corner. He appeared a few minutes later with his camera and tripod. You watched in amusement as he set everything up. You could see how excited he was, looking through the view finder then moving the tripod a few inches back. Making sure he had the best angle. He rubbed his hands together, pushing the red button on top of the camera. "Alright. We are rolling." He walked back to the couch and reclaimed his spot.

He leaned into you and found your lips again. You tugged at his shirt, signaling you wanted it gone. He obliged, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it into the pile forming on the floor. You bit your lip as your eyes scanned his torso. You were hungry for him. You gently grabbed the back if his neck as you leaned back, pulling him on top of you. He placed his hands on both sides of you, holding himself up over you.

He leaned in and planted soft kisses down your neck. He lifted a hand and ran it down your body, eventually snaking it between you to find your heat. He slipped his middle finger through your folds with ease. "You're so wet for me,” he breathed in your ear. You let out a small whimper as your fingers dug into the skin of his bare back. He moaned against your neck, letting his finger tease your opening. He lifted his head to look at you. "Does my pretty girl want to feel my fingers inside her wet pussy?" You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Yes. Please Josh."

He smiled and licked your bottom lip before plunging his finger inside you. Your hips lifted from the couch. After he pumped a few times, he added a second finger. You could feel yourself clenching around him. He sat up, his fingers still inside you. "Sit up." He demanded, softness surrounded the edges of his words. You did as you were told. He removed his fingers once your feet were touching the floor.

He opened his mouth as he brought his fingers to it. You could see the wetness on them as his tongue wrapped around them before putting them in his mouth. He moaned, removing them with a pop. "You taste like candy." Your eyes never left his mouth as he licked his lips. Your breathing was heavy, and you could feel your heartbeat between your legs. You squeezed them together to try to soothe the throbbing.

He moved from the couch, getting on his knees in front of you. He rubbed your thighs. "Open for me, baby." You spread your legs for him. He hummed as he glanced at your warm center, flicking his eyes up to you. "So pretty." He kissed the inside of your thighs, switching from side to side. He moved forward and you felt his nose graze your clit. You jumped at the contact. He lifted his head and smiled. "Just remember to smile at the camera, princess."

You glanced up at the camera, a flashing red light blinking slowly, letting you know it was capturing the sinful things going on. You felt butterflies at the thought. Josh brought you back to the present by running his warm tongue up your slit, and flicking your clit before wrapping his lips around it. You whimpered as you threaded your fingers through his curls, tugging gently. He moaned, vibrating your clit. He looked up at you through his lashes as he ran his tongue on the underside of your clit. His finger was resting at your entrance begging for entry.

You let out loud moans as you felt the heat of the fire starting to burn in your chest. He slipped his finger inside you and started pumping it in and out of you, never neglecting your swollen bundle of nerves. You tried to keep your eyes open so you could watch him work, but when he added his second finger, the fire in your chest spread to the rest of your body. "J-Josh....I'm gonna....cum." He removed his mouth, replacing it with the thumb of his free hand.

"Yeah mama. Cum for me. Cum on my fingers. I want to feel it."

His encouragement was enough to send you over the edge. You screamed curses and his name as your body exploded. His mouth was on you again as his fingers helped ease you down. He lapped you up, not wanting to miss a drop, and slowly removed his fingers. He sat up and leaned into you. When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his lips.

"That was incredibly sexy." He peppered kisses down your neck. "Can I fuck you?" he softly asked, sex coating his words. You legs wrapped around his waist as you pulled his face up to yours. You kissed him deeply and sighed into him. Pulling away, you stoked his cheek with your thumb.

"Please" was all you whispered. A low growl escaped him as he stood up and swung your legs so you were laying. He quickly pulled his sweatpants and boxers to his ankles, freeing his now hard cock.

You watched as a stand of spit fell from his mouth and landed perfectly on the head of his cock. Fuck. You couldn't help but to sneak a hand down to your wetness and glide a finger over your clit. You watched him run his hand up and down his shaft a few times before he stopped completely.

"OH!" He turned on his heel and headed for the camera. You sat up to try and see what he was up to.

After a few moments, he turned around with the camera hanging from a strap around his neck. You started at him quizzically, not understanding. He smiled as he strode back to you. "I want to get the money shots." You giggled as he climbed between your legs. He held the camera in one hand while he lined his cock up with your entrance with the other.

"Are you ready, my little movie star?" he said from behind the camera. You looked at him through the lens and nodded, a smirk on your face. He aimed the camera down to the action, and slowly entered you. You moaned, letting him know he could go deeper. He wasted no time and filled you to the brim. You both let out little cries as he started pumping in and out of you gently. You leaned your head back into the arm rest and closed your eyes.

He quickened his pace, grunting on every in thrust. You opened your eyes to find his watching you. His brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted.

"You look so fucking sexy fucking me," you said, your hands reaching to run over his chest, a light sheen of sweat forming on it. He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw at your words. His arm reached out and hooked under your leg, pulling it up to rest on his shoulder while moving his hand to rest on your hip for support.

The camera in his other hand was bouncing wildly but still capturing the delicious sight of his cock thrusting inside of you, glistening with your juices every time he pulled out. He dug his fingers into your hip and moaned. "Fuck, mama. I'm so close."

You could feel that same fire from before starting to reignite. You watched his face. He was trying to hold back so you could finish first. He was breathing quickly, his chest rising and falling fast. He pulled his free hand from you and rested his thumb back on your clit, rubbing soft circles. You screamed his name as he pounded into you, the veins in his arms becoming visible. You felt the build up coming to a head. "Look at me." you gasped. He opened his eyes and they found yours. He was whimpering and whispering your name. The begging in his eyes was like gasoline. You felt your body catch fire as you came for the second time.

He was right behind you. Your cunt tightening around him sent him over. He thrusted hard into you. You felt his warmness explode in you, the sensation adding to your climax. As you both came down from your high, he focused the camera on your cunt. He slowly pulled his cock out of you, letting his mess spill out. "Mm. Fuck. Thats so hot." He scanned it up your body, resting it at your breasts for a moment, then stopping on your face. Your cheeks rosy with lust, you gave a shy, exhausted smile. "And that's a wrap." He pushed the red button to stop the recording.

He leaned over to set the camera on the coffee table, then leaned down to give you a small peck. "I'll be right back, doll." He came back shortly with a warm rag and cleaned you up. He grabbed your shirt and helped you slip it over your head. After he put his sweatpants on, he sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. You rested your head on his chest and sighed contently. He kissed the top of your head. "I think that could win an Emmy." You could hear his smile. You laughed and slapped his leg gently. He chuckled and kissed your head again. "I can't wait to watch that with you and without you. You're my personal porn star."

You sat up and rolled your eyes at him. He kissed your nose then stood up. "You relax, I'll make us some popcorn, and you can pick out any of these movies. I'll suffer for you." He smiled and turned towards the kitchen. You covered up with the blanket laying on the back of the couch. You grabbed the remote and started flipping though the channels. Oh. Napoleon Dynamite. You thought to yourself with a smile. Josh's favorite movie. You heard the muffled sounds of popcorn popping as you sat back and pressed play. You loved movie nights.