#guess someone else's lap was also very inviting

[link-sans-specs]

I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes open 'cause I'm not wearing sunglasses.

Mythical Society

Rhett & Link Extras- Learning the Excavator

BONUS RHINK: It's what John Deere always wanted.

[randomfandomworks]

Veneer Relationship HCs

Veneer x GN!Reader Synopsis: Random headcanons about how Veneer would be in a relationship Word Count: 0.9K Warnings: Potential OOC Pronouns Used: (You / Your) A/N: This man and his sister have officially invaded my brain. Hope you enjoy these headcanons Velvet's are also posted.

✭ I would say Veneers love languages are gifts and physical touch

✭ He also probably enjoys some quality time together

✭ He finds it easier to open up to people, compared to Velvet. You specifically being someone he holds very close. 

✭ As I’ve said he expresses love through gifts

✭ He just has money to spend, and who better to spend it on than you?

✭ Sometimes it isn’t even something he bought it’s just a new piece of merchandise him and Velvet we’re thinking about producing

✭ He’ll just randomly lay himself in your lap

✭ As in you’ll just be sitting there and suddenly, without any reason he has his head on your shoulder and his legs swung over the arm of the chair demanding your attention without asking for it

✭ Being around you is one of his favorite places to be

✭ He skips random events he and Velvet were invited to because he would rather spend time with you

✭ Or he drags you along with them

✭ He likes giving and receiving kisses on the cheek

✭ For example before shows you’ll stay in his dressing room with him as he finishes getting ready 

✭ And when he’s called for top of show he’ll say goodbye with a quick kiss on your cheek 

✭ Leaving a small green lipstick smear

✭ He likes to think of it as a good luck charm

✭ Then when the show ends he takes the time to give you a proper kiss

✭ Also loves to give the occasional forehead kiss

✭ He definitely paints your nails to match his

✭ He loves to do this especially if he decided to paint his nails a bright color

✭ Because if it’s bright or unusual it’s easier to tell that you two are matching

✭ As said before I think one of his love languages is physical touch

✭ He’s always leaning on you, holding you, or being held whenever you two are together

✭ I think he specifically likes to hold your waist and hands

✭ Particularly when trying to get through paparazzi

✭ He always tries to keep you close

✭ He never announced his relationship to the public but he isn’t exactly hiding it either

✭ He brings you to events and doesn’t bother hiding when your in public

✭ He will of course make your relationship more private if his fans and the news get to be to much for you

✭ You are his top priority

✭ Which also means he's willing to stand up for you, even to Velvet if need be

✭ He can sometimes struggle with communication

✭ He loves you and trusts you enough to speak his mind 

✭ But he's always been shut down by Velvet so it's harder for him to communicate clearly with you

✭ He likes to lay on top of you

✭ Like full weight on your chest

✭ Sometimes (usually when he’s tired) he’ll lean up and plant kisses on your neck and collarbone as he lays on top of you

✭ He’s just never had anyone love him the way you do

✭ Velvet and his parents aren’t very affectionate people

✭ So when you were openly affectionate with him he was hooked

✭ He had a hard time recognizing what he was feeling when he first started falling for you

✭ I think he actually turned to Floyd when he needed to talk to someone about it

“Your band wrote love songs, right?”

“I guess you could call them that.”

“How did you know what that felt like?”

✭ He will always take your side no matter what happened or who is against you

✭ If it’s a fan he makes sure security takes care of them

✭ Trusts you more than literally anyone else he knows

✭ He likes falling asleep in your arms or next to you

✭ And if you ever can’t lay down with him he’ll just lean against you and watch what your doing until you finish

✭ Or he’ll lay his head in your lap

✭ He likes to do this when you have to focus on something

✭ Because then he gets to see you try and stay focused on your work rather than him

✭ Which you usually fail at

✭ You will have tickets to each show he and Velvet performs

✭ Whether you want to be backstage, in the front row, or even in a private booth is completely up to you

✭ Just tell him and he’ll make it happen

✭ Because of course he will

✭ He’d do anything for you

✭ After shows however he’ll always find his way back to your side

✭ Resting against you as you convince him to take of his makeup before he falls asleep 

✭ This man would also live for praise from you (Especially after shows)

✭ He’s an average amount of protective

✭ At least for someone in his situation

✭ He always has you escorted to his shows and such by at least one security guard

✭ You just never know what could happen with the fans

✭ He won’t always have someone with you though

✭ He values your privacy and the private parts of your relationship

✭ Just because he’s a star doesn’t mean he needs to share everything with the public

✭ Not that he doesn’t enjoy showing you off when he can

✭ He tries to cook for you

✭ The only issue with that is he never really learned how to cook

✭ Loves to try either way

✭ Also loves when you get him little gifts or if you make him something

✭ Even if it’s something simple

✭ It all goes in a specific area in his room or dressing room

✭ Overall he just loves everything about you

✭ Genuinely feels like you complete him like no one else could

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- His Ballet Girl

I had the idea of Tommy dating someone who is a ballet dancer and one of my followers gave me the idea of Tommy cheating on his wife. This does not represent my beliefs, cheating is horrible

Warnings- Tommy cheating on his wife and reader not caring.

YN has been dancing since she could walk, she feel in love with ballet when her parents took her to her first theatre show. From that moment on YN begged her parents for ballet shoes and lessons.

Now being 29 years old she is now dancing in the same show she first saw, The Nutcracker.

YN sits in the garrison with the Shelby's, who she's known for many years. Even though she was from a different social class she always got on with the brothers and Ada, but she's specifically close with Tommy... very close to Tommy.

YN walks through the garrison to their room. Not knocking she walks in and sits next to Arthur 

"Whisky?"

"No thanks Arthur. Have rehearsal early tomorrow"

"How is it going?" Lizzie asks sitting on Tommys lap. Although YN feels a little jealous, she knows that tonight Tommy will be warming her bed not theirs which puts a smile on YNs face

"Good thank you. Are you guys coming to the first show?" YN asks looking around

"Actually I wanted to ask you for a favour" YN looks at Lizzie "I'm not sure if you know this, but Tommy is throwing me a huge party for my birthday" YN did know because Tommy was in her bed moaning about having to throw this party "and I was wondering if you would perform"

"Of course. Tommy can let me know the date" Tommy sits quietly, he's not uncomfortable with this situation, his wife and his mistress talking

"So YN how's your mystery man?" Esme asks

"He's great. Bought me this" YN shows off her necklace

"When are we meeting this mystery man?" Lizzie asks, oh if she only knew

"Not sure. He needs to leave his wife first" Tommy coughs nudging Lizzie off his lap

"I have to get going if I want to get to London at a decent time"

"Ok. I'll miss you" she leans down and kisses his lips

"Yeah you too" he replies leaving the room

"Well I'm going to head off home" Lizzie says saying goodbye to everyone

"You sure you don't want a drink?" Arthur asks

"No I'm good thank you. I probably should also go home, go to bed early. I'll see you all tomorrow".

"When are you telling her?" YN asks Tommy lying in bed

"Soon. I want to get her birthday out of the way" YN groans "I know your having fun messing with her though. Showing off your necklace"

"Yes but she's sitting on you lap, asking me to dance at her birthday, it's a bit fucked"

"You agreed to do it" Tommy chuckles making YN smile

"Yes because I wasn't going to get invited else and I would love to sneak off with you at some point during the day"

"I'm sure you would" YN yawns interrupting Tommy "tired?"

"Mmm" YN hums

"Go to sleep. I'll be here in the morning" Tommy kisses her forehead.

Weeks later and it's Lizzie's birthday, she's going around bragging about how amazing Tommy is for making this party possible. YN is stretching before performing when Esme walks over to her

"I know who the mystery man is"

"I'm guessing you spoke to the spirits" YN jokes standing up

"Don't be stupid YN. How long have have you and Arthur been sleeping with each other?"

"Arthur!" YN yells getting you "you think I've been sleeping with Arthur?"

"Well you sit next to him every time we're at the garrison, he's always getting you a drink, taking you home"

"I promise you it's not Arthur" YN watches as Tommy walks into the house without Lizzie "I'll be back later Esme" YN follows Tommy into the house looking for him. Suddenly she's pulled into another room by Tommy locking the door behind him. His lips are immediately on YN's smudging her lipstick.

"Who the hell is it Thomas?" Lizzie whisper yells at Tommy while YN is performing. After Tommy and YN's rendezvous Tommy went back to his wife, not knowing their was lipstick on his shirt

"I'm not doing this now Lizzie"

"Not doing... it's my birthday and you've been fucking someone?"

"Lizzie" Tommy sighs rubbing the temples of his head "just enjoy your birthday and we will talk about this tomorrow" Lizzie crosses her arms in a huff and turns to look at YN who's dancing. She notices YN glances in their direction, she looks at Tommy and notices him staring at her. That's when it clicks

"It's her. You fucking bastard Thomas Shelby" Lizzie storms off but Tommy doesn't go after her. He stays to watch YN.

[alicerosejensen]

YANDERE RE6 LEON IS LIKE

in my opinion hes someone that would shield you from anyone, he can be possessive asf idk what else lol

It could be Leon! vendetta, so we kill two birds with one stone.

∆ He is a huge possessive in relation to you. If a man is standing next and has a nice conversation with you, then this is a red flag for him.

∆ If you're younger than him and keep your naivete, then Leon will find it charming. But your problem is that he decided that you need to be protected.

∆ It follows that Leon is protecting Yandere. He hates being away from you

∆ However, from the first time you will not see the oddities in Leon's behavior. It will seem to you that he is just a handsome man who is interested in you, but Leon already has all the information about you, down to your blood type.

∆ At home, he has a whole folder with your personal information. He needs to control everything you do and who you talk to. Therefore, he will quietly steal your phone and track all your social networks and calls. Of course, he will return your mobile to you, but you will not know anything about the fact that all your calls and messages will be viewed by Leon.

∆ "Leon is just a nice guy" you think when he brings you something that you've been texting with your bestie about. It could be chocolate, ice cream, or an invitation to dinner at a trendy new but very expensive restaurant. It doesn’t even occur to you how it turns out that he guesses everything you want.

∆ It's funny right? Your phone and Leon's phone always notify you of a new message alert at the same time.

∆ The only difference is that Leon also receives your messages on his phone. But he only did it for your safety.

∆ He doesn't want you to be afraid of him, so no, you won't suspect anything about his true attitude towards you. Leon is good at hiding emotions if he needs it.

∆ Once your relationship starts to develop, you will notice that Leon always has his hand on your waist or your wrist. And the grip is quite strong. Leon doesn't like it when you move more than a couple of steps away from him.

∆ He needs you to live with him, so that you can be in his line of sight around the clock. He still checks your social networks and correspondence through his phone.

∆ You don't have to work, sweetheart. He will try to talk you out of your job (especially if you are a waitress or some other service industry). It just irritates him unbearably that you can be kind to someone other than him, but he will not make a scandal to you. If you do not quit yourself, Leon will make sure that you are fired or you could not stand it and left this job yourself.

∆ He doesn't care what you buy, he'll pay you whatever you want, especially if you're such a good girl for him. The main thing is to thank him with kisses or hugs.

∆ He actually likes it when you smell like his cologne. For him, it's like a symbol that you belong only to him.

∆ Leon sits you on his lap when he works at home with paperwork. He doesn’t like it when you try to go somewhere on your own business, so he can lightly slap you on the ass, seat you back, pressing him to him and tell you in a warning tone to behave well.

∆ No night walks with friends, clubs. In fact, Leon will try to make sure that he becomes your only company, and no, he has no idea why your friends are such bastards, but you should not worry about it.

∆ The longer you are in a relationship, the stronger his control. Perhaps you can take off your rose-colored glasses and look at the situation from a different angle when you see that Leon has completely taken control of your life.

∆ Your phone has been tracked by him for a long time. Leon always knows where you're going.

∆ You are financially dependent on him and you have nowhere to go even if you understand that your relationship is far from normal.

∆ Leon will immediately notice your nervousness. He will try to carefully ask you about what makes you nervous and if you dare to ask him about your suspicions, he will simply grin and call you his silly girl. "Don't make me a villain, my dear, I'm the only one who can take care of you to the fullest. The world is generally full of shit"

∆ At home, you can do whatever you want. When you are both at home, Leon's vigilance weakens a little, although you can't help noticing how he periodically checks to see if everything is all right with you. It can be a silent heavy look or a light touch to your body.

∆ Perhaps Leon's behavior is related to his work, but even if you tell him that you don't like this attitude and you would like more freedom, then… "oh, sweetheart, am I holding you hostage? Am I treating you badly? Beating you up?" Leon knows how, but he doesn't like manipulating you. However, if he needs to use gaslighting to get you to stay with him, he will do it.

∆ He will never go as far as kidnapping or physical abuse, but psychologically... Leon will hit all the spots so that you are completely dependent on him. You will just think that without him your whole world will collapse.

∆ However, he still loves you. His love is strange and Leon has chosen the most sophisticated way to have you with him, but because of everything he's been through, he just doesn't know how else to keep you close to him.

∆ He really does not mind the money on you, if you want to go somewhere, he will take you, but the constant control will drive you crazy. If it undermines your psyche and you try to commit suicide, then he will never leave you again. You may even hate him, but in the eyes of others, Leon will be a good guy who continues to love his mentally unstable girlfriend no matter what.

∆ “You can’t leave her alone, you understand? Please watch her very carefully, she must take all her medicines strictly on time. This is important!” - this is what Leon will say to your nurse hired especially for you. The DSO must have contributed to this somehow, after all, Leon has an impeccable reputation as an agent.

∆ What can you say to others? He didn't really kidnap you or rape you. Leon just cares about you and the sooner you realize that, the better it will be for you.

∆ He still watches stupid shows with you that somehow entertain you; sits you on his lap and just asks how you feel. He loves you and if he has to limit you in some way, then this is only for your own good, understand.

∆ In the end you will understand that he wishes you only the very best. You just need time.

[bonny-kookoo]

head empty just seven days yoongi and his proposition. mother please tell us what was oc's reaction and how did their first time went? 😭

A/N: Honestly this is kind of just a very long steamy-fluff scene..

True to his word, he's been showing his actual genuine interest in you in many ways up until now. It's been almost two months of knowing him, and since then, he's not only visit you in your home, but he's also invited you into his, and his studio, where he spends most of his time according to him.

Yoongi has noticed the way you.. try and hold back from him. Whenever he reaches out to you, you seem to get excited and you begin to ramble on and on and on, and he could honestly listen forever- but you never reach out first. You never ask anything of him. You never request for anything.

You just try and follow orders, because without a path pre-determined for you, you're absolutely lost in where to go, it feels like.

Decisions puts pressure on you. Pressure makes you uncomfortable. And what makes you uncomfortable, you try and avoid or escape from, he's realized.

Though, he has been able to coax out some of your secret desires out of you, by asking just the right questions and steering conversations towards a mood that makes you open up to him. It's not an easy task- and he's been piecing together as to why step by step, but he's willing to make that effort.

Because every little thing he discovers about you, every memory he makes connected to you, every second he spends with you, makes him want more. It makes him greedy.

He wants to know. He wants to have you. He wants to touch you.

And most of all- he wants you to want him. Seek him out. Rely on him.

Trust him.

"You've been working overtime." He notices, and you nod, sitting down on his couch, clearly exhausted. He knows your job can be quite mentally challenging and most of all draining- but he admires your strong work ethic. He also admires how you know your strengths and limits- you don't need to be told to take it slow, or take care of yourself.

You can do that all on your own.

Because you've learned to do that on your own- since no one else ever did that for you.

"You wanna come to me?" He asks, turning around on his office chair, arms open, relaxed, inviting. You look at him, and he knows how uncomfortable choices like these make you. "I'd like to hold you." He eases the pressure of the question on you a little, by giving you the underlying cause of him presenting it.

And it works, because you set away your phone, and walk towards him to somewhat stand in front of him- unsure. So he instead holds your hands, leads you to sit on his lap, chair squeaking a bit under the added weight, before he positions your arms around him, his own wrapping around your body as well.

He's controlling the hug- positioning you how he wants, but it's clear that he does it with your needs and hinted wants in mind. It makes you take in a deep breath, a sigh escaping you as you let yourself relax, head against his shoulder.

You've not hugged someone like this.. ever.

You've not been hugged like this ever either.

"I've really come to like you." He offers you, chuckling a little. "I guess now is the best moment to say that." He tells you.

"I really like you, too." You agree, all tension having left your body.

"That's good to hear." He hums, leaning back a little further, relaxing as well. The weight of your body feels good against his own, like something holding him down and grounded. It offers him comfort he hasn't felt in a while- and he didn't lie when he told you he's been growing to like you quite a bit over the course of barely a few days over two months.

And he also has to admit that he's noticed how physically attractive you are to him as well.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, voice lowly purring underneath where your ear is resting against his body, and your eyes open again, focus returning. "You don't have to move at all. I'd just like to know if you're okay with that." He asks.

"But.. how're you gonna kiss me if I don't move?" You ask, almost careful as to not ruin the quietness of the room you're both in right now, and he chuckles without any voice.

"You want me to show you?" He asks, a slight playfulness in his tone, and your curiosity gets the best of you, as you nod.

And then one of his hands moves your hair out of the way, before his lips press a kiss to your neck. "Just like this." He almost whispers, and your entire skin is shuddering at the feeling of his affection on your skin, your hands holding onto the back of his shirt, as if to quietly urge him to continue with whatever he's doing. He notices that- because of course he does.

It's something you've come to learn about Yoongi. He's extremely observant.

"Let me help you relax." He offers, and you're not sure what he's referring to, when he helps one of your legs in between his, so that you're now sitting on one of his thighs only, hands still clinging onto him. You know what this is leading to.

You've talked about this before, after all.

'let's do a simple exchange.' he'd told you. 'Your efforts for my affection.' he'd proposed. 'I'll take the decisions off your shoulders- and you'll just be honest with me.'

At the time, you didn't really understand what he wanted. What the hell would even be in it for him. And then he had explained his rather unconventual way of intimacy to you- and it had, surprisingly enough, intrigued you more than it intimidated you.

Yoongi finds pleasure in acts of service. He finds comfort in things he knows will always go according to plan. He relaxes in the things that he knows he can control.

Meanwhile, you don't want to control anything, because control always comes with responsibility. Responsibility carries potential blame for failure. And failure-

you've failed way too much in the past. You've been called a failure way too often in the past. You don't want any of it anymore.

And Yoongi? He offers this shift of control to you. And he doesn't feel or seem like a person to abuse this control for nothing. If anything, the way he speaks to you, the way he treats you, holds a certain sense of honesty in it that grants you a sense of security in his words and actions.

He makes you trust him. And only time will tell if that trust is placed well, or if it isn't.

But for now, you just let yourself feel the rush of letting go- of giving yourself into his hands, of letting him play your body just like he deems fit for the moment. For once, you decide to be selfish, and let yourself have this moment of tranquility and euphoria.

For the first time, you give into what you want-

and what you want, is him.

[secretkittywolf]

Kiaz incorrect quotes

I may have gone a biiiiit overboard. Not my fault that they fit with so many!

Miguel: Do you take constructive criticism?

Robby: I only take cash or credit

Miguel: You know, there’s something weird going on with your face? Robby: What?

Miguel: You’re smiling! I didn’t know you could do that

Miguel, points to Robby: He called me the B-word! Robby: Motherfucker doesn’t start with ‘b’

Miguel: Is something burning? Robby, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you~

Miguel: Robby, the toaster is literally on fire

Robby: I’m in love with you Miguel: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork Robby: I know Miguel: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Miguel, to Robby: We had a date! Miguel: aggressively points to Hello Kitty Colouring Book

Miguel: Holding up a pack of pencils These are kinda cute Robby: Miguel, that’s gay Miguel: We’ve been dating for 2 years—

Waiter: What would you like? Robby: Bring a milkshake with two straws Miguel: blushes Robby: puts both straws in his mouth Watch how fast I can drink this!!

Robby: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response Miguel: Wow. They sound stupid Robby: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense Miguel: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Robby: I guess you’re right. Hey Miguel, I love you Miguel: See! Just say that! Robby: Holy fucking shit Miguel: If that flies over their head then, sorry Robby, but they're too dumb for you Robby: Miguel...

Robby: This date is boring! Miguel: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store Robby: Then why did you invite me? Miguel: I didn't. I specifically said "Don't come with me" then you said "Fuck you Miguel I'll do whatever I want!"

Robby: I'm trash Miguel: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you? Robby: Robby: You smooth motherfucker Robby: And yes it does

Robby: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake Miguel: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear Robby: … Robby: You mean ring bearER, right? Miguel: … Robby: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding

Robby, trying to flirt with Miguel: I think both of our families suck

Miguel: I have feelings for you Robby: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Robby: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out? Miguel: …Have you never taken a shower before?

Robby: Goodnight to the love of my life, Miguel, and fuck the rest of y'all

Robby: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Miguel: AS ENEMIES?! Robby:

Miguel: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know! Robby: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus Miguel: Stop

Robby: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Miguel: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me

Robby: How much did you spend on this date? Miguel: $1400. But all of it's on credit cards, so it's like $5 a month for the next 2,000 years

Robby, sweating: Miguel, there’s something I need to ask you- Miguel: Finally! You’re proposing! Robby: How’d you know? Miguel: Robby, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner Miguel: I even picked it up once

Miguel: Robby, I… Miguel: I love you! Robby: Not my problem

Robby: Are you ready to commit? Miguel: Like, a crime or a relationship?

Miguel, throwing their head into Robby's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Robby, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are

Robby: You look good in that hoodie Miguel: You know where else I'd look good? Robby, zero hesitation: My bed Miguel, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Robby: I feel like doing something stupid Miguel: I’m stupid, do me

Robby: Know why I called you in here? Miguel: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic Robby: Stops pouring two glasses of wine Accidentally?

Robby: I don't know how to tell you this, but… I love you Miguel: That's great, Robby. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years

Robby: Miguel and I are no longer friends. Miguel: ROBBY! THAT IS THE WORST WAY TO TELL PEOPLE THAT WE’RE DATING!

Miguel: Did it hurt when you fell- Robby: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Miguel: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs Robby: … Miguel: You just laid there for 15 minutes

Robby: The stars are so beautiful… Miguel: They're just giant balls of gas Robby: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Miguel: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you Robby: blushes Oh…

Robby: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? Miguel: Peonies, why? Robby: Miguel: Were you going to get me flowers? Robby: Miguel: Robby: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Miguel: Fight me! Robby: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring Robby: Fight me for the rest of our lives

Miguel: angrily presses Robby against a wall WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Robby: … Robby: Are we about to kiss-

Robby: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized- Miguel: steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely Robby: That one. I want that one

Robby: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? Miguel: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy

At a speed dating event Miguel: Oh wow, people are really shallow Robby: Consider it a background check. For example: Do you have a death certificate? Miguel: Checks their pulse Sorry, not yet Robby: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again

Robby: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine Miguel: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again Robby: O-oh. Wait- Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns? Miguel: ...Is it working?

Miguel walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Robby, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK?! Robby, sipping coffee happily: I love you too~

Robby: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Miguel: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Miguel: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet? Robby: What? Like J F K W S Q X- Miguel: No, like, U R A Q T Robby: Awwww!

Miguel: Are you an F5 key? Because that ass is refreshing Robby: Are you a software update? because not right now

Miguel: That was so hot, Robby Robby: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets Miguel: I'm so in love with you

Miguel: You have to apologize to them Robby Robby: Fine! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with!

Miguel: Bro- Robby: No, no, hold up, rewind Robby: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Robby: Wow, they really hate us Miguel: Yes, perhaps they’re homophobic Robby: But we’re not gay, Miguel Miguel: Robby: Miguel: We’re not?

Miguel: What are you in the mood for? Robby: World domination Miguel: That's a bit ambitious Robby: You are my world Miguel: Aww… Robby: Miguel: Robby: Miguel: OH!

Miguel: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning Robby: This is a lie Robby: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie Robby: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE! gestures to the burnt food WHAT IS THIS?!

Robby comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in the bedroom Miguel: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? Robby: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a boyfriend Robby: Lies on the ground and falls asleep Miguel: …

Robby: Stop doing that Miguel: Stop doing what? Robby: Saying things that make me wanna kiss the hell out of you!

Robby: Do you love me? Miguel: We’re literally married Robby: Yeah, but as friends or—

Miguel: Cause your pretty and your smart and your ignoring me so your obviously my type Robby, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying? Miguel: Perfect

Robby: Hey, about that love letter you sent me- Miguel: blushes What are your thoughts? Robby: The fourth sentence- Miguel: Yeah, that’s where I got really emotional and I- Robby: It’s “you’re” not “your”

Miguel: I owe you one Robby: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even

Miguel is crying after breaking up with Sam Robby: There there, Miguel Miguel, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room? Robby: Great question—

Robby: So you like cats? Miguel: Yeah Robby: tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table

Robby: Wow, Miguel, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you Miguel: We literally slept together yesterday! Robby: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands

Robby: Miguel, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Miguel, naked in Robby's bed: No, I absolutely do not Robby, already taking off their clothes: Fuck… Me neither

Miguel: Talk dirty to me, baby~ Robby: The dishes Miguel: Wh- Robby: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times

Robby: My hands are cold Miguel: Here, let me hold them Robby: My lips are cold too Miguel: covers Robby's mouth with his hand

Miguel: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us Robby: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both

Robby: I like your new pants! Miguel: Thanks, they were 50% off! Robby: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. winks Miguel: The store can’t just give away clothes for free Robby: That’s… not what I meant Miguel: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Robby

Miguel: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Robby: It was autocorrect Miguel: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me" Robby: Yes

Robby: Miguel and I are no longer dating Miguel: Robby, that’s a horrible way of telling people we’re married!

Miguel: Talk dirty to me~ Robby: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high Miguel: Wha- Robby: The economy is in shambles

Robby: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles Miguel: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Robby: Seize the dick

Miguel: We have a problem Robby: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them

Miguel: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl Robby: Okay Miguel: And make out during the scary parts Robby: Th- Robby: The scary parts Robby: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Miguel: Are we fighting or flirting? Robby: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- Miguel: Your point?

Robby: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives Miguel: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train Robby: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives

Robby: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy Miguel: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep Robby: I said within reason, Miguel. How about I murder that guy? *points to Terry Silver* Miguel: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't? Robby: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Robby: Pros and cons of dating me Robby: Pros. You'll be the cute one Robby: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Robby: BE A BETTER PERSON! Miguel: WHY?! Robby: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

Miguel: Robby, you love me, right? Robby: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like

Robby: Can you cut me some slack, Miguel? I’m sort of in love Miguel: I’m sorry but that’s really not my problem Robby: I’m in love with you Miguel: blushes Oh. That brings me in the loop a little

Miguel: Robby is playing hard to get Miguel: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of

Robby: I want to kiss you Miguel, not paying attention: What? Robby: I said if you die, I wont miss you

Robby: Two brooooos! Miguel: Chillin' in a hot tub! Robby: Five feet apart 'cause we're not gay! Miguel: Robby: Miguel: tearing up Robby: Babe, c'mon… Miguel: AND HERE YOU REALLY HAD ME THINKING WE HAD SOMETHING! Robby: Babe…

Robby: Sorry I’m late, I was... doing things Miguel: Hi, I’m ‘things’

Miguel: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt Robby: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit

Miguel: I still have no idea how I’m attracted to you… Robby: Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me and no take backs honey

Robby: Okay, but if your not gay then why are you always holding my hand and kissing me and telling me I’m your boyfriend? Miguel: Dude- Its satire! Robby: THAT'S NOT WHAT SATIRE MEANS!

Miguel: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this… Robby: pulls out card from deck Now, was this your card? Miguel: Holy shit-

Robby: Laughs Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Miguel: We’re married

[fetishfairytales2]

Happy Birthday Sissy! Pt. 3 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by [no longer active] called Besties. ——————————————

I had finished most of Brandi’s makeup while she was cuffed to the chair in front of the vanity. “Just a few more touches girly,” I said into the mirror giggling. I pulled the paci gag from Brandi’s quivering lips and slicked on the bold red lipstick on. "This shade is called 'Fuck Me Red', how perfect!" I sneered, After a few hard slaps and some threatening to let Daddy handle her temper tantrum, the fight had drained out of her and she stopped resisting me.  "Oh, and make sure you don't ruin that mascara with your sad little tears, Sissy. Or whatever else will be dripping down your face later!" I teased.

"Oh Brandi, honey. I can see the excitement in your eyes for your special celebration!” I cooed, staring into her eyes; “Everyone is just dying to see the sissy birthday girl! But before we go over the guest list, I have to give you a little heads up." I crawled into her lap, getting cozy and teasingly rubbing my ass against her caged and diapered cock. I pulled her face close to mine, looking stern and deathly serious. "Just remember, sweetie, if you mess up AT ALL today, don’t do exactly what I ask or don’t behave like the perfect little sissy, I promise I'll make your life even more miserable than it already is. And trust me, I have some creative ways to do that…”

I flashed my sweet Mommy smile and spoke in my sing-song voice again. "Now, let's think about all the friends coming to see Sissy Brandi today, shall we?" I raised all ten fingers in front of her and continued, "Mommy and Daddy Conner will be there, of course." I lowered one finger. "And let's not forget about my sister Maddie,” I put down another finger. “Oh, and Kylie, she just loves seeing Sissy Brandi." I dropped yet another finger. "And her handsome boyfriend, Brad, will probably be joining us too." I pinched her cheeks and cooed. "There's also Ms. Lyndsey, and she's bringing her boyfriend Shawn. Remember him?" I booped Brandi's nose as I lowered another finger. "You weren't very nice to him last time when you got drunk and screamed all those mean things at him. But that was old Brandon, not my sweet mincing Brandi."

"Oh, and how could I forget to mention my girlfriends Rachel and Kelsey?" I cooed, taking out my phone and showing Sissy a photo of the three of us on my Instagram. "They'll be joining us for your little party, too! And don't worry, they know all about your new lifestyle. I made sure to invite their boyfriends as well." 

I scrolled through my phone again, finding a shirtless photo of a man with a sculpted body. "Guess who it is?” I laughed; “I promise, you're going to hate this," I giggled with delight. Without waiting for a response, I zoomed out on the photo. "Remember Marcus? The one you were oh so jealous of when he was my personal trainer? Oh, the silly sissy thought I would cheat on him! No I would never...until you were in diapers, of course. Then I fucked Marcuz and every other man I could! So yeah, he’ll be here too!"

“And him of course,” I smiled wickedly, watching Brandi struggle against the cuffs as I held up my phone in front of her face. "Shh, shh,” I teased. “Don't worry, it was twice…in one night. Oh, and then another two nights after that! He's just too hot, isn't he?" I giggled while scrolling through naked photos of my coworker Grant and I in the same bed I used to share with my cuckold. I reminded her of how jealous she was when she met him at my job’s Christmas party, saying, "I told you not to worry about him then. Nothing would have happened! But no, you just had to go and cheat on me with that slut Sophie..."

I paused, giving a flirty wink and revealing a screenshot I took from someone else's Instagram. "This is her, right?" I teased, showing a picture of the attractive young blonde who worked as Brandi's intern and her colleague, Chloe. The sissy was practically knocked over with shock. "Oooh! Surprised that I found her? I did some digging sweetie. Of course I found the woman you thought was worth throwing our whole relationship away for! And want to know something even more fun? She's coming too! And so is Chloe! But shhh, they think it's just a regular old birthday party. Oh, the fun surprise they're in for! I bet work is going to be interesting on Monday, huh?”

"Oh and sweets? That's not all of the invites for today," I whispered into her ear, removing her handcuffs and helping her up from the chair. "But don't worry, that's a surprise for later!" I grabbed her hand and spun her toward the door, causing her comically short skirt to puff out even more. "Now let's go say hello to our guests," I giggled, giving her a playful spank.

[sugarcanehoes]

god i need all of your tubscar ideas like. now

anon. anon i am so Normal about them i promise.

rpf tubscar especially makes me ghhhh bc their age gap is so sexy to me. and the fact that tubbo literally grew up watching scar is just... you know this man is head over heels for his favorite youtuber and would do Anything for him. scar could tell tubbo to hold a handstand for 5 hours and tubbo would do it, no questions asked, and then would sulk for not being able to do it properly bc he doesn't want to disappoint scar.

and the YEARNING. don't get me started on the yearning, these two are the textbook definition of slow burn. not only they have this difference in age, but they live far apart and have very different lifestyles, so they always think the other is not interested. tubbo doubts scar would have time for him, knows scar has so much to do, thinks he's too annoying to hang out with scar because of the constant cursing and repetition of words. and scar doesn't want to bother tubbo, sees tubbo constantly hanging out with friends, drinking, doing subathons, playing all sorts of games and just being a normal young adult and scar really doesn't want to disturb that. so they stay silent, gazing at each other's discord profile, hoping the other will magically send a dm inviting for a call later that day, maybe we can revisit our sky block world?

eventually someone has to take initiative and i guess one night tubbo just feels restless and mindlessly sends scar a message, not really waiting for an answer, hand hovering over the 'delete message' button just seconds before a new text pops up in chat. 'hey, tubbo! isn't it late there? why are you awake? :)'

and then eventually it turns into a habit, two restless and anxious men bonding over minecraft, space, twitch, content creation and everything else. tubbo shows scar a dj set he's preparing for a stream and scar acts as if he's not interested in tubbo's hands moving quickly; scar shows tubbo his minecraft test world and explains in detail every single build and tubbo acts as if he's not dangerously focused on how skillful and experient scar is at the game. it shouldn't be hot... but it is. and both of them always say their goodbyes and go lay on their beds with their heads full of thoughts they feel ashamed about - thoughts that more often than not lead them to sneak a hand past the waistband of their pants.

and when they meet up irl? all hell breaks loose. the thoughts that were so well contained in the deepest, darkest spaces of their brains suddenly spill out as they try to act normal near each other. scar, who likes to be independent and hates it when someone tries to "help him", is suddenly okay with tubbo pushing his wheelchair and getting him food and water when the event gets too crowded. tubbo, who famously hates physical contact, is suddenly okay with scar pulling him for a hug, ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks while calling him kid.

and if tubbo ever gets drunk near scar, god, the post-drunk clarity would hit so hard because tubbo would spend the whole night whining to his friends that scar is so hot and that omg i can't, i literally can't, i have to sit on his lap, all the while his friends warn him that he's not really whispering as quietly as he thinks and that scar is definitely hearing him - and scar is also blushing a bit as he tries to ignore tubbo's comments about him, acts as if the slurred words don't get to him, curses his health conditions that force him to stay sober while trying to deal with this horny 20-year old clearly - and loudly - thirsting for him.

and when scar finally, finally breaks, after long hours of venting to a probably-very-high grian about how much he has to hold back near tubbo and grian slushes out an, "and why are you holding back? you're an adult, he's an adult, and there's clearly a lot of sexual tension. stop acting as if this is the first younger person you've ever hooked up with." (to which scar would groan and answer that "that was only once, ugh, why do you still remember that?"), scar finally tells tubbo to spend the night in his hotel room so they can have some alone time.

"are you sure your brother won't mind? where is he going to sleep?" "it's fine, toby, don't worry, he can stay in another room."

so tubbo sits down on scar's bed and scar wheels closer to him. they chat, and they're both nervous, but scar puts a hand on tubbo's knee and tubbo holds his breath, stopping mid-sentence to quiet down a moan. "i brought alcohol," he says. "you can drink a bit, but not too much," scar answers, and tubbo wobbles on his legs and tries to ignore the unsaid yes, daddy burning on the back of his throat.

tubbo reciprocates the touches, and he doesn't need much to finally make his dreams come true and climb on scar's lap. scar helps him get undressed, one kiss leading to another, and when tubbo sinks down on scar's cock, it's as if it all led to this moment.

tubbo is ecstatic. scar quickly gets breathless, but he lets tubbo indulge, telling him he's such a good boy and that you look so pretty, toby, to which tubbo only whines in response. tubbo comes first, crying out scar's name, but doesn't stop bouncing, too immersed in it to notice his legs burning and his cock struggling to keep up, until he comes again, shaking on scar's lap and hugging scar's neck, resting for only a minute before kneeling down on the floor and sucking scar until he gets his climax as well - and tubbo gets hard again, ruts against scar's leg, jerks off until he comes all over his fist, moaning as scar caresses his hair and shoots cum down his throat.

tubbo can't believe this is happening. it's too good, too fucking good, and he climbs back on scar's lap and stares at scar's face to try and convince himself that fuck, holy shit, i'm having sex with scar. scar smiles, rubbing circles on tubbo's hip, and tubbo is so horny, so needy, that even if his cock physically can't get hard again, he rides scar's thigh and sobs on scar's ear, hugging him close, intoxicated by scar's cologne, until scar gently pats his back and tells him, "it's okay, toby, you can stop now. there you go, good boy."

when they wake up next morning, limbs tangled and eyes hazy, tubbo fucks scar into the mattress, slowly, for good measure, as scar praises him and kisses his face. "tell me, kid, for how long have you wanted this?" "oh, you don't- you don't even know, scar. for- for so long, fuck-"

it becomes a constant. when they're apart, they turn on their cameras on discord to release some stress; when they're together, they spend most of the time either having sex or cuddling and chatting after sex. tubbo's friends mock him for being a daddy's boy. grian doesn't say anything, but he always has a smug smirk on his face when he catches scar and tubbo interacting in public, always touching each other somehow.

tl;dr: mutual pining leads to age gap daddy undertones 'they were both bottoms' needy whiny sex. everyone except their neighbours is happy.

uh. you probably intended this as a 'sexy headcanons' thing but i got SO CARRIED AWAY holy shit 🧍

i also have thoughts of c!tubscar and other headcanons but this is GIGANTIC already so i'll leave it to another time.

thank you for indulging me in my little tubscar brainrot era <3

[oddinary4bts]

Request!! Could you do 98 on the smut list with namjoon and reader? Maybe he wants to try getting fingered and is a little embarrassed because he’s normally in charge or something? Wherever your inspiration takes you!❤️❤️❤️

Oof this was so hard to write for some reason but I'm very happy I managed to finish it haha my bad if it took a moment before it was ready!

Can I Ask you a Question | knj

☆pairing: Kim Namjoon x female reader

☆rating: 18+ (this is smut, minors DNI)

☆genre: unedited smut lmao like literally just smut with barely no plot

☆warnings: unedited, alcohol, a game of Never Have I Ever (mentioned more than anything else), cursing, explicit content: ass fingering, oral sex (male receiving), balls fondling/sucking, jerking off, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), big dick!Namjoon, a little bite lmao, let me know if I'm forgetting something!

☆word count: 2.5k

☆prompt 98: "I never thought I'd hear you say that, fuck, that's hot"

☆The smut prompt is from this list!

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You’ve been drinking with your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, and some friends for a moment already. You started during happy hour, at a bar near your boyfriend’s job, but you have decided to keep it going into the night, inviting the group over to your shared apartment.

It’s no wonder someone suggested Never Have I Ever. No wonder it got you all a little too tipsy to even think about what you’re asking. So you’re not surprised when a very clearly drunk Jimin asks, “Never Have I Ever been fingered in the ass”, before bursting out laughing because he has in fact done it.

He drinks, quickly followed by most of the females in the room, including you, and to your surprise Yoongi and Jungkook also drink, though you’re not sure if Jungkook is even listening.

He’s been staring at a blank spot on the ceiling for a while, not even blinking, which tells you that he’s probably in his own little world thinking about gaming or working out.

The game keeps going after that, but you notice that Namjoon seems lost in thought. He doesn’t really drink anymore, which for some reason makes you cut your drinking too, and soon enough your friends notice the switch in the atmosphere and decide to head home, as it’s already getting late anyway.

Namjoon doesn’t move from the couch, only surveys you while you let your friends out, and when you move back to him, he looks up at you with questions in his eyes. You cock an eyebrow, sitting next to him as he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Is something wrong?” you ask. “You’ve been silent.”

He chuckles, and there’s a flash of a dimple before it’s gone. He shrugs, saying, “I’ve got a lot on my mind, I guess”.

You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side as you try to catch his gaze. He’s lowered his head though, and your attempt is unsuccessful. “What’s up? You know you can talk to me.”

He smiles half-heartedly. “I know.”

There’s a silence, and you gently grab his hand, putting it in your lap as you cuddle up to his side. He rests his head on top of yours, and there’s a moment of just you and him breathing in sync, until he finally speaks again.

“Can I…” he trails off, and chuckles awkwardly. “Can I ask you something?”

You don’t move, only humming to indicate that, yes, he can.

“Jimin mentioned something earlier,” he starts before pausing for so long you look up at him. Your eyes meet, and you notice the light flush on his cheeks right away. “When we were playing ‘Never Have I Ever’.”

You nod to tell him to keep going. You’re starting to understand where this is going, but you don’t want to push, especially not when Namjoon clearly looks uncomfortable.

“It’s just got me thinking that we haven’t…” He chuckles, looks away as the blush deepens. “We haven’t experienced all that much.”

Now when he falls silent you know he expects an answer, so you say, “Is there something you want to try?”

He runs a hand on his features, before sitting back in the couch. “Feel comfortable to say no. Like it totally is okay if you don’t want to.”

“Joon,” you tell him, interjecting before he can start rambling.

A dimple appears, and you think even his ears are red by now. Whatever it is that he wants to try is clearly making him feel embarrassed. It’s weird – you’ve never seen Namjoon embarrassed in your presence before, except maybe when he accidentally broke a cup at a café on your first date.

“Sorry,” he apologizes. “I was thinking… and have been thinking for a while, actually?”

He once again falls silent, so you say, “Yeah?”

“You know when you go down on me?”

You nod.

“Do you think you could finger me at the same time?”

Your gaze widens right as his drops to the floor, and you think you can almost hear his heart beating out of his chest. But you knew from the moment this conversation started that he was going to ask that, so you’re not entirely surprised. On the contrary, there’s just something in the way Namjoon - big, dominant Namjoon - is willing to let you touch him in such an intimate way that makes your blood boil in your veins.

“You’d like that?” you ask, teasingly.

Clearly, he wasn’t expecting it because his eyes shoot back to you, and he hesitates before nodding once.

“You want to know what it feels like when I choke on your dick while my fingers are up your ass?”

His gaze widens even more, and his mouth falls open. He gulps once, then says, “I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot”.

You smirk before leaning closer to him, until your mouth is so close to him he can feel it when you speak. “I just want to make you feel good.”

Whatever restraint he had on himself goes down the drain in that exact instant, and he grabs your face to pull you into a heated kiss. His lips move against yours hungrily, languidly, and his tongue soon darts to lick at your bottom lip. You let him in, let the taste of him fill your mouth before he sucks on your tongue, and a breathy moan escapes you.

“Fuck,” he breathes against you as he presses wet kisses on your jaw.

You run a hand through his jet-black hair, pulling on it just a little so you can guide his mouth back to yours. You haven’t had enough of him yet, and if he wants you to treat him right, then he’s going to have to treat you right first.

You suck on his bottom lip, teeth teasing it gently, before pulling away. His lips are swollen by your ministrations, glassy by the mix of your saliva and yours. They look delicious, but you move to his neck instead, right as you straddle his lap.

You’re not surprised when you already feel the start of an erection pressing against your clit. You grind on it, capturing his mouth in another kiss that leaves no room for air. His large hands find the meat of your ass, squeezing hard as he makes you grind on him again.

“Joon,” you murmur against his lips as one of his hands reach up to tangle in your hair.

He forces you to turn your head to the side so he can kiss you again, deeper, tongue twirling with yours. Namjoon has always been a great kisser, but the way he kisses you tonight is on a whole different level, as if he was holding back before.

And now that you know he wants you to finger him, you think that maybe he was.

You pull away from the kiss, only because you want to see the effect that you have on him. His lips are even more swollen, parted, and his chest is moving up and down in a quick rhythm as he tries to regain his composure. You smirk, tilting your head to the side.

“You look good like this,” you compliment him, and he bites at his bottom lip.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Now, should we get you out of your pants?”

He smirks, dimples flashing as he nods his head. “Want to feel your pretty lips around my cock.”

You lean closer, not kissing him even though he chases your mouth. He seems taken aback, until you say, “And you want to feel my fingers as they fuck you”.

Now he moans softly, breathily, eyes shutting as he rests his head against the couch. You take that as a cue to go down, kneeling between his legs. You run your hands on his thick thighs, mouth watering at the thought of having him wrapped around your finger like this.

Literally.

He helps you undo his belt, and soon enough you’re pulling his pants and underwear down. His big dick springs free, and it’s like you always forget just how big he is. You know your jaw will hurt, but you’re too far gone to care.

You watch where his cock rests on his stomach, and a drop of precum wets the fabric of his shirt. He clearly doesn’t care, and you grab the base of his dick to hold it up.

“So big,” you purr and he cocks his head to the side awaiting your next move.

You decide to start by sucking him off before you dive into fingering his ass too, so you move closer, blowing on the sensitive tip. His dick jerks in your hand, but you hold it in place as you replace the air with a swipe of your tongue, along a thick vein that runs from bottom to top. He groans, and one of his large hands grab your head to keep you close when you try to sit back on your heels.

“A little excited, are you?” you tease him.

His dark gaze finds yours, and you gulp at the lust that shine behind his pupils. “Just suck me off, baby. No teasing.”

“You don’t like when I’m in control, do you?” You’re being a little shit, because you know it’s usually the other way around. It’s usually Namjoon manhandling you, and you like it. You really do.

There’s just something about thinking of him, all helpless under your ministrations, that's making the devilish part of you win.

He remains silent, clenching his jaw, though it immediately loosens as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, sucking once. Your tongue twirls around him, and you taste his salty precum. You never once look away from his eyes, not even when you start going down, taking as much of him as you can.

Which is not a lot, and you’re reduced to stroking the part that doesn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Namjoon still moans appreciatively, especially as you pull away to spit in your hand so you can lubricate his dick from bottom to top. As you do so, you suck on one of his balls, teasing the sensitive organ with your teeth. Lightly, not hard enough to hurt at all, but just enough for Namjoon to throw you a warning glance before you pull away, smirking.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he says, and he puts your hair in a makeshift ponytail so he can watch you as you finally start sucking on his dick, properly this time.

You wait until he is a sensitive mess for your free hand to move between his legs. You fondle with his balls for a time, until he pulls you away from his dick, breathing raggedly.

“Fucking do what you’re supposed to do, pretty. I don’t want to have to wait all night.”

You turn your head to kiss his thigh, before biting into it, hard. “You have to learn how to be patient, baby. I just want to make you feel good.”

He wets his lips, dragon eyes boring into yours, before nodding once. “Then do it. Fuck.”

The power trip that this is giving you is enough for you to be soaking through your panties, and at this point you’re pretty sure you’re soaking through your pants too.

You make a good show of spitting on your fingers, watching as it rolls along the digits. Namjoon watches too, even though you’re still stroking his dick slowly.

“You think you’re ready?”

He goes completely silent as your hand goes back between his legs, this time heading lower than his balls. He instinctively spreads his legs wider. You rub circles on his perineum for a few seconds, lips wrapping around his cock again, and he moans when you take him all the way in, choking around his fat tip.

“Baby,” he grunts.

You watch him with his head thrown back, sharp jaw on display, and that’s when you finally reach lower to find the tight circle of muscles around his asshole. He groans, and it makes you moan around his dick. You pull away enough to breathe, and then you suck on his tip, tongue playing with his slit as you finally push a finger in his ass.

It’s foreign. You’ve never done that before in your entire life, but when Namjoon moans again, a higher-pitched sound than usual, you figure this will work. You push all the way in before pulling all the way out. You play with the muscle ring again, bobbing your head up and down before you finally push in again, arching your finger to rub what you hope is his prostate.

Namjoon’s dick goes infinitely hard in your mouth, and he starts cursing as you time your head and your finger. You take that as a cue that he likes it. Wickedly, you push another finger in, and Namjoon moans your name, before adding so many curses you think he might actually not be doing okay.

You make to pull out, and that’s when he starts begging, “Baby, please don’t stop. I’m gonna –“ a moan interrupts – “I’m gonna come. So fucking hard. Please.”

So you keep going, sucking on his dick harder, fucking your fingers into him relentlessly until his hips snap up, right as his dick twitches in your mouth as he releases his load. He grunts and curses, holding your head into place.

You’re surprised he came so fast. He rarely comes when you suck his dick – not because you aren’t good, but because he’s so big it’s hard to please him with your mouth. You still swallow everything, ever so the good girl when it comes to him, and you milk his orgasm out of him, making sure to carry him throughout his entire high.

You only stop when his dick starts going soft in your mouth, sitting back on your heels as you still finger him lazily. You shortly stop that too, watching him breathe in and out as he tries to calm down, but you’re not sure it’s working.

Especially not when he says, “Holy shit, what the fuck was that?”

You chuckle, licking your lips clean. “That felt good.”

He nods, and he finally looks down at you, flashing a dimpled smile at you. “Baby, that was so fucking good. We’re going to have to do it again.”

You bite your lip, holding in a smile as you tilt your head to the side.

“Tonight?”

He smirks, but shakes his head no. “Nah, for now I just want to treat my girl good.”

Needless to say, you don’t hesitate before lying down on the couch so he can eat you out.

[decks-writing-blog]

Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Four: Didn't Matter

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

~

Benrey wasn’t tired but Gordon clearly expected him to go to bed. Normally he wouldn’t have but there wasn’t much else he could do. He wasn’t allowed to play on the Game Cube anymore because Gordon needed to sleep and apparently couldn’t with it on. And so, with a sigh, Benrey lay down on his side of the bed to stare up at the ceiling.

It was the perfect time to think. One of Benrey’s least favorite activities but maybe he could figure out a way to fix Gordon’s hand. The security officer uniform had been thrown out along with everyone else’s old clothes – excluding the HEV suit, that Gordon cleaned and put in a cardboard box – so getting that role back wasn’t likely to be an option anymore. But even outside of his having given it up at Gordon’s order because of the hand thing, he would still feel better if he could fix said hand thing.

And so he lay in the dark, staring at the ceiling, mentally going over everything he knew about human anatomy. Which beyond the physical layout of their bones that he copied for his own form and when creating his skeleton dudes, wasn’t much. There had to be something he could do though, right?

The answer came to him upon accidentally dozing off when his brain kindly replayed part of the first conversation he’d had with Gordon about his hand never growing back. In the dream they’d had the talk while in Xen and had been playing poker for some reason but it was close enough. Human limbs didn’t grow back but they could be reattached once lost.

Shaking himself the rest of the way awake, Benrey sat up and turned to look at Gordon. He’d rolled over to be facing Benrey. His face wasn’t calm as it should’ve been but instead scrunched up, his whole body tense and twitchy. Not a peaceful sleep then. Lucky him, Benrey was here to wake him from it.

He reached out to shake Gordon’s shoulder. “Wake up, buddy. ”

Gordon jolted awake with a loud gasp. He scrambled backwards, lifting his gun hand. Before it was all the way up though, he fell off the bed, landing on the floor with a thump and dragging the blankets with him. Benrey crawled over to look down at him. The fall hadn’t seem to bring him out of his post nightmare panic as he was still breathing heavy and his eyes roving around wildly.

Benrey took a deep breath and let out a stream of blue sweet voice. As always, Gordon calmed down immediately. Not many people responded to it as strongly as he did, making it another reason to like him.

By the time Benrey’s note ended, Gordon was starting to catch his breath. “That’s… very pretty.”

Him saying it was pretty was nothing new but not many people had nice things to say about it so Benrey was allowed to bask in that a little, right? “Eh, yeah, it is.”

With a groan, Gordon shifted before finally sitting up. Using the bed, he pulled himself to his feet and scrambled at the nightstand until the found his glasses. “Ugh, what happened?”

“You were having a nightmare so I woke you.” Benrey grabbed the blankets and pulled them back up onto the bed. “Also, I got good news. I know how fix your hand.”

Gordon raised and eyebrow but didn’t say anything as he sat on the edge of bed. Probably an invitation to continue, right? So pushing the pile of blankets on his lap to the side, Benrey shifted to sit next to Gordon, his legs hanging of the edge.

“You said, uh, that your hand can’t grow back but it can be reattached, right? So all we gotta do is go back to Black Mesa and find it, right?”

“Well, thanks for waking me and for the thought I guess. That won’t work though. It’s gotta be reattached like within a couple hours, I think. It’s been days, it’s probably rotted by now if something hasn’t eaten it.”

“Oh.” That was fine though because if reattachment was an option with one’s own hand why wouldn’t it work with someone else’s? “Just take my hand then.” He held up his right hand. “Chop off your gun hand and then put mine there instead. My hand grows back so it’s… uh, not a problem. If you want I can even do this.” He shifted his right hand to be about the same size and shade of brown as Gordon’s, even doing his best to mimic the nails and way the palm lightened. He did a pretty damn good job too even if the didn’t get all the little lines on the palm and fingertips quite right. In his defense those were impossible, there were too damn many. What purpose did they even serve?

Gordon stared at it in silence for a few seconds. “That’s a pretty cool trick and I appreciate the offer but I don’t… it doesn’t work like that. I don’t think hand transplants are a thing.”

“What? Why not?”

“I’m pretty sure they’re just not a thing people do.”

“Well, why don’t we try it and see what happens. I got, uh… magic healing powers or whatever so maybe it’ll work for us. You got a… a hatchet or something somewhere? Probably need towels too because it’ll get messy.” Benrey stood to start looking for one. “Or I could use my teeth. I can make them pretty sharp. Never bit through bone before though so that might…”

“Nope, absolutely fucking not! You’re not chopping or worse biting any part of me off. Don’t even fucking try it.”

Benrey turned to look at him to see he’d stood too. “Why so mad, bro? I’m trying to help.”

“I’m not mad.” True to his word, the emotion in his voice had settled down some. “I’m just… a bit freaked out because you just casually offered to bite my arm off.” He held his gun hand close to his chest as he turned his body away slightly. Did he think Benrey would try to bite it off without permission? “That’s a scary fucking thought, dude. Don’t bring that kind of thing up like it’s no big deal.”

“How else am I suppose to stick my severed hand to yours though? I don’t think it’ll attach to skin or… or your gun. So I gotta like… give it something to attach to.”

“Maybe drop the idea or at least it put on hold until we find a surgeon willing to try it so I don’t have to live through my hand getting cut off again. That shit hurts, man, like a lot. I know you probably don’t feel pain or whatever but… I’d rather keep the gun hand for forever then go through that again, all right?”

“So you can’t uh… just choose to stop feeling pain then?” Probably it was Benrey’s own fault for never paying attention before now. In his defense though, how was he supposed to guess humans were so fragile and pathetic? Maybe he should be disgusted with them for being so weak but… he didn’t really care. He disliked most humans anyway and Gordon had always been one of the few he did like, knowing he was soft and fragile didn’t change that. If anything, it made him like him more in a way because now he wanted to protect him.

“No, no I can’t. So, again, thanks for the offer but right now, it’s a big fucking no thank you.”

“Damn, okay.” And so Benrey would continue to feel bad and not be allowed to put the security officer uniform back on even if he ever did find a new one. He took something way from Gordon and couldn’t fix it, so it was only fair Gordon be allowed to continue to take that away from him.

“Good, glad we’re on the same page, finally. Now, if you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna play the Game Cube for a bit. I’ll keep the volume low so you can sleep if you want but I just… don’t wanna go back to bed right now.”

They’d played all their multiplayer games earlier and neither had had the chance to start the single player games. So instead of asking to play with him on one of those, Benrey pulled both chairs over so he’d be able to sit next to Gordon while he played. It wasn’t often he got a chance to watch someone else play something.

After choosing a game and inserting it into the Game Cube, Gordon settled into the chair Benrey had brought for him with a mumbled, “Thanks.”

***

“Mr. Freeman, are you sure you wanna go back to Black Mesa? I mean, uh… I mean we just got out and it wasn’t very fun when we were there. Especially for you, I think… right? You lost your arm and, and almost died like… a lot of times. Why would you wanna go back?”

Tommy was right, Gordon didn’t particularly want to go back, especially not after only maybe like four hours of sleep last night. If he was planning on suggesting this today he should’ve gone back to bed. But he’d already had one nightmare about losing his hand, adding the idea of Benrey biting it off to his mind could’ve far too easily resulted in returning to an even worse version of that dream. So instead he’d been stupid and played games for the rest of the night while Benrey watched and now he was regretting it because the only thing he’d done today was eat breakfast and step outside the hotel and he was already tired. The dessert heat that was starting to properly set in wasn’t helping. But alas, the longer they put off this reconnaissance trip, the harder it would be to get themselves to do it and so…

“No, I don’t particularly want to go back but we have to. We’re still trying to get in touch with someone who can give us some kind of compensation and to let us know what are jobs are if we still have any. We also should look for survivors and actually fucking help them if we can.” He looked pointedly at Benrey who didn’t even seem to be paying attention but whatever. Gordon had checked again with him before stepping out of their room and made sure he still didn’t have a gun. Not that that made him not dangerous, just less so. Though to be fair, he’d been far from the only one causing problems in that realm. Granted most of the people they’d killed had been clones so… it wasn’t as bad it as could’ve been. “I mean we know Darnold is probably still alive, right? So we should retrieve him even if he is the only one.”

Maybe Darnold would be able to do something about Gordon’s gun hand too since he was the cause of it. Probably not but in addition to being a living person and thus worth saving, it was more than enough reason to go back for him.

“I guess you’re right, huh? We got teleported out but not everyone’s so lucky.”

“Exactly.”

And so they went back to quietly waiting for Bubby and Dr. Coomer to return with the promised car. Hopefully they weren’t stealing it but Gordon wouldn’t put it past them. If so they would at least hopefully have the decency to do it in such a way that Gordon wouldn’t know for sure that it was stolen and thus he wouldn’t be considered complicit in the theft should they be caught.

It wasn’t a long wait as not even a full minute passed before a car rolled out of the hotel’s parking lot and made it way over to stop in front of them. Bubby was driving and Dr. Coomer sat in the passenger seat. The car was the same bright blue sedan that Gordon had somehow forgotten about seeing on Xen. His brain had been so shot at that point he’d likely have chalked it up to an hallucination if he wasn’t seeing it again here. He wasn’t going to ask though because digging Bubby’s secrets out of him wasn’t an adventure he was ready to embark on yet.

“Hello Gordon!” Dr. Coomer said as Bubby rolled down the window at Gordon’s gesture for him to do so.

“Yes, hello to you too, Dr. Coomer. Now Bubby, could you move to the back? I would like to drive.” It should help keep him awake and give him something to focus on that wasn’t bad thoughts.

“Hell no. It’s my car, I’m driving. Get in the back.” Without seemingly any button press from him, the back door clicked and swung open as if motorized. “I can’t believe you made me roll down my window for that.”

Gordon took a breath to insist he at least be allowed a turn at driving sometime during this trip but… let out it with a sigh instead. Arguing with Bubby was like arguing with a cat over dinnertime; useless, but unlike a cat, Bubby had the means to enforce his will. Besides, he was already rolling his window back up, again seemingly without any button press or crank. Did he control the car with him mind? That’d be pretty cool.

Tommy was already climbing in, sliding all the way to the far side. Very much not wanting to sit in the middle, Gordon turned to Benrey, gesturing him to go in. “You next. We, or you and Tommy if he volunteers instead, can swap for the window seat on the way back if you want.” It was only fair since the middle was always the worst seat. “As long you don’t put any glue in my seat this time anyway. If you do that, all bets are off and you’re getting shoved in the trunk for the return trip.” Not a threat Gordon could ever hope to enforce but it was the thought that counted.

“I’m outta glue. Used it all last time ‘cause I didn’t think I’d get another opportunity. What a waste.”

“Nope, not a waste. You got your laugh and now we don’t gotta worry about that anymore, a win-win. Now hop in the car.” Gordon gestured again.

Surprisingly Benrey obeyed without any further prompting. Gordon slid in after him, pulling the door shut behind him. Inside was pleasantly cool, yay for good air conditioning, and the seats were about as comfy as car seats could get. Which wasn’t very but it would help make the long trip there and back a bit less awful even if he did have to sit shoulder to shoulder with Benrey the whole time.

***

Tommy’s road games were fun for maybe a grand total of five minutes after they left the bounds of Tuefort. Not that Benrey had been able to participate much anyway being stuck in the middle back seat. He should’ve insisted they get a Game Boy or PS Vita before setting out on this road trip. Except he hadn’t even been given time to think about it. The others had all decided they were going without consulting him and then had just assumed he’d come with. A correct assumption because even if he didn’t want to go personally, if the rest of them were, he might as well too since he had nothing else to do, but it still would’ve been nice if they’d included him in the conversation.

Another reason he’d have liked to be consulted was, despite their intended destination, Gordon hadn’t put he HEV suit back on, nor had he even bothered to bring it. Benrey hadn’t thought much about his safety before but that was before he knew exactly how weak humans were. It was a miracle he’d survived and the fact that he did was probably due solely to the HEV suit because unlike the rest of them, he was just a normal human. So Benrey would’ve told him to put it back on if he’d been given the chance because him dying and staying that way would be a bummer. Too late now though, he should’ve paid better attention to their breakfast conversation.

About an hour into the ride, Gordon fell asleep. At first just slightly slumped towards Benrey. But then the bouncing of the car over the less than perfectly maintained road brought him closer and closer until he was leaning into Benrey. His height meant that his head rested against the side of Benrey’s instead of on his shoulder as was supposedly supposed to happen when one person fell asleep on another. Benrey didn’t care though, he was just sitting here doing nothing anyway.

He cared a bit more though when Gordon stole his arm. Hugging it, he pulled it to his chest. Gently trying to pull his arm out failed. Meaning if Benrey wanted freedom, he’d probably end up waking Gordon. Which… he couldn’t do, right? Because that was one of the rules for having a pet; when it fell asleep on one’s self, moving enough to wake it was wasn’t allowed. That’s what everyone who had pets always said anyway. Benrey had never understood why but he’d also never had a pet before. And he still didn’t quite get the point of such a law but Gordon was his pet now, right?

He’d taken responsibility for making sure Gordon didn’t steal anything during their journey through Black Mesa. And now because of how weak and fragile he knew Gordon was, especially without the HEV suit, Benrey was taking responsibility for helping keep him alive. Which, as far as he knew was how having a pet worked – unless the pet was immortal, like Sunkist but she was a special case – which made Gordon his pet and thus he wasn’t allowed to move enough to wake him. Meaning he was stuck like this for the rest of the trip.

Not necessarily a the worst thing though. Gordon was warm, soft and… so much touching was a lot but not an unpleasant ‘a lot’. Benrey had never been touched this much before. It was new and thus he was content with it continuing for a little while.

~

“We’ve made it black to Back Mesa!” Coomer said, jerking Benrey out back to the present. “Again!” He climbed out and slammed the door behind him.

Gordon stirred, hugging Benrey’s arm a little tighter but somehow didn’t wake.

“Oh, I hope my Beyblades aren’t too covered in zombie goo.” Once out, Tommy closed his door much more softly.

Benrey wanted out too but… Gordon. What was he supposed to do? Could he pick Gordon up without waking him? If so, that wouldn’t count as breaking the law, right?

“Wake him up or push him out,” Bubby said, making no move to get out himself.

“I can’t. He’s asleep. You’re not allowed to wake your pets up when they fall asleep on you. It’s illegal.” Benrey even kept his voice low because he was a good pet owner.

Bubby cackled. “That’s real cute but we got stuff to do.” He pressed down on the steering wheel’s horn, making seemingly the whole car vibrate with a blaring beep louder than any horn in any of the car games Benrey had ever played.

Gordon jerked awake with a loud gasp, shooting up and finally letting go of Benrey’s arm so he could raise his gun hand. That was fine though because Benrey wasn’t the one who’d woken him so no laws had been broken. “What the fuck man?” His gun hand remained up but he seemed aware enough to know there was nothing to fire it at.

Bubby let go of the horn. “We’ve arrived so stop cuddling your boyfriend and get out of the car.”

“What? Boyfriend? I don’t have…” He cut off as he looked Benrey. “Oh, you mean… No. We weren’t. … Wait, we weren’t cuddling right?”

“Nah, not cuddling. You were just sleeping on me and uh… stealing my arm.” Which now felt awfully cold.

Gordon grimaced before quickly turning away and scrambling out of the car. Benrey followed. The door closed automatically behind him.

“Hello Gordon! I hope you had a nice nap,” Coomer said. “As you can see we’ve arrived at our destination. Where do you suggest we begin looking for survivors?”

“Oh, um… actually yeah, I did a have a nice nap, thanks. I feel much better now. First, I think we should…” Gordon cut off as he turned around. “Where’s the car?”

Benrey turned to look too. Where the car had just been, Bubby stood alone between the tire tracks. “We don’t have time for this. Let’s go.” He set a quick pace as he started for Black Mesa’s entrance. To keep the place secret, the building wasn’t much but it was intact. Meaning the secret elevator in its basement would probably safely take them to the living area.

As the rest of them set in to following Bubby, Gordon fell into step with Benrey. “You wouldn’t happen to know what’s up with Bubby and that car, would you?”

“Nope. Got no idea.”

“It’s just, assuming you were made in the lab like he was, I thought you might like… I don’t know, have the same powers or something. I guess that’s stupid though, huh? Why would they make two beings with the same exact powers? Obviously they’d want to change things in their next unethical experiment.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty stupid. It’s kinda rude to assume we’re the same just ‘cause I might’ve come from a tube too.”

“It’s not… you know what? Sure, that was a rude assumption. I’m sorry I made it.” At the building now, Gordon pulled them to a halt before entering, grabbing Benrey lightly by the elbow to stop him from continuing in. “But, uh, before we go in, you really know nothing about where you came from? Like you have no idea at all if they kidnapped you as a baby or an egg or whatever or if they literally made you in a tube? No one ever mentioned it to you or around you? Really?”

“Uh… if they did I don’t remember it.” Benrey had already told Gordon he wasn’t sure if he was made in the lab or not yesterday. Why was he bringing it up again? Benrey had certainly found himself a pet who was bad at listening, huh? Maybe he should try to train him better. How did one train a human though? “Do you remember when you were born?” It was ‘born’, right? Or did humans hatch from eggs like birds? What did it even mean to be ‘born’? How did it differ from hatching from an egg?

“No but I know what I am and I know who birthed me and on what date and in which state and city. Heck I even know the hospital. Where you came from and what you literally fucking are, are like… important things to know, man.”

“Well… I don’t know any of that stuff ‘bout me.” Nor did he really care. “What’cha gonna do ‘bout it?”

Gordon stared at him in silence for a few seconds, his face unreadable. “Nothing, ‘cause I can’t do anything. But we’re gonna talk about this more later.”

Before Benrey could ask what more there was to talk about, Gordon turned and headed into the building. It was nice that he was paying more attention to Benrey without Benrey even needing to do anything but why’d he have to be so weird about it? Why did he care about what Benrey was or where he came from? Those things didn’t matter… did they?

Next Chapter

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 170

warnings: dual pov, nsfw hmh masterlist

I can tell something is off. There’s a shift in the atmosphere or something. Maybe a natural disaster is on the horizon. There is a static in the air, an electricity. I can feel it as I sit on the patio and read a book to Ronan. The sun is shining. No clouds in the sky. It’s not even supposed to rain until this weekend, but something is…off.

Looking to my left, I see Y/N as she pulls into the driveway. She doesn’t pull into the garage though. She just gets out, tilts her head back and lets out the loudest groan before stomping her way over to me.

I figured out what is so different: my wife is absolutely pissed.

Y/N throws her bag on the chair across from me and Ronan, then she stomps her foot and groans again. I get up and bring Ronan over to the blanket I’ve put out, set a few toys around her, then I walk over to Y/N and rest my hands on her shoulders. I rub my hands down her arms a few times and breathe deep with her, and she looks up at me before she pouts and closes her eyes.

“What’s going on?” I ask, and she tilts her head back and pouts with her whole body. “Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head, “No.”

“Did someone say something to you? Was someone rude? Who upset you?” I ask, and she looks at me. “Who did this?”

“Calm down, babe, I don’t need you to fight anyone.”

I furrow my brow, “Someone upset you. I’ll do what I have to do.”

She laughs a little and looks down at her hands.

“Talk to me,” I say, pulling her over to sit on the love seat.

Y/N pulls her knees close to her chest and frowns, “My mom is too nice.”

“She is very nice,” I say, then I furrow my brow quickly, “Why is that a problem?”

“Because…” she sighs loudly and looks at me, “She invited my aunt to come here.”

I slowly nod my head as I hold her gaze, “I see.”

“Guess where she’s going to want to stay.” she whispers, raising her brows, “Here. Why can’t she stay with my parents? You’re probably wondering. She won’t say it but it’s because their house isn’t as nice as ours, even though their house is gorgeous!”

“I know you’re not the biggest fan of her.” I say, and Y/N gives me a dirty look. I laugh, “Okay, you’re not a fan at all, but it’s just the weekend, right? It’ll go by fast, and if you want, I can handle it all. I’ll take care of it.”

Y/N scoffs before she laughs loudly, “Oh, then I’ll have to hear about how I don’t do anything around here, how my husband--my gorgeous and sexy husband--bends over backwards for me while I sit around and get fat, or how I don’t deserve you. Yeah, absolutely not.”

“If she’s so horrible, why does your mom invite her out?”

“Because she’s too nice!” she says, and I laugh. “Tonya is coming here for some Broadway show with her friends. And even though Tonya loves to brag about how much money she has, she also loves a good deal. Or even better, she loves something free as long as no one else can know that it was free. That’s how the whole staying with my mom thing came about. But again, my mom’s house is just sooo beneath Tonya.”

I laugh as I wrap my arm around her shoulder, “That 1.3 million dollar home we bought your parents. Yes, I agree.”

“Ugh!” she groans, sighing loudly as she leans against me, “So, I guess she’s staying with us. She’ll be here next Friday, but she’s leaving Sunday.”

“I can always put my foot down and say no,” I say, and Y/N looks up at me and starts to laugh, which makes me laugh, “You needed a good laugh.”

Y/N leans up and cups my face as we kiss, then she smiles at me, “I need my partner in crime now more than ever.”

“I got you.” I whisper, then we both look down when Ronan walks over to see her mom.

“My beautiful little girl! Hello!” she reaches for Ronan and puts her in her lap as she kisses her cheek, “Have you been hanging out with daddy?”

I tuck Ronan’s brown hair behind her ear, “We’ve been learning our colors today.”

“Ooh,” Y/N beams, “How are we doing?”

“Really well.” I pick up the book and open to a random page, “Bug, where is the yellow ball?”

Ronan looks at me and Y/N, then she looks at the book before pointing her sticky little finger towards the yellow ball. Y/N and I both cheer, which makes Ronan grin and giggle, and I lean over to kiss her cheek.

“Good job. Where is the blue hat?” I ask, and Ronan looks around before pointing at Bleu laying under the table. I look over at Y/N and laugh, “Yeah, we’re still working on that.”

“Maybe you should have thought about this before you named him.”

I laugh, “Because I knew all those years ago that I would meet you and have a baby who would struggle with the color blue.”

Y/N smirks as she shrugs, then she scoots over to lean her head on my shoulder, “Please have my back this weekend.”

“I always will, mouse. You don’t even need to ask.” I whisper against her forehead, then I tilt her chin up to look into her eyes, “We’re a team.”

__

Not only is this weekend not a good weekend because Tonya is coming, but with Logan being here, it’s also a bad time. We’ve been trying to make this transition for Logan as smooth as possible and Tonya coming definitely isn’t going to help. And if that wasn’t enough, Ronan is currently having a really hard time sleeping lately. She’ll go down to bed just fine, but she wakes up at about 1 in the morning and is up for an hour or so. We don’t like having her sleep in bed with us, but sometimes we’re just so tired that we don’t want to bring her back to her room. Anytime she’s in our bed, I’m a light sleeper. All of those years I spent always having to sleep with one eye open really has come in handy with a baby.

Since I know she’s just having a hard time with her aunt coming, I told Y/N that I would handle Ronan tonight. I should have known better when I got up to settle Ronan down that Y/N wouldn’t be far behind me.

I turn to look at her as she walks in Ronan’s room behind me, “Go to bed.”

“It’s okay.”

“Baby,” I rest my hands on her shoulders and lean down to meet her gaze, “Go. To. Bed. I got this.”

She looks up at me and bites her cheek, “I’ll grab her bottle. Bring her to our room?”

“Yeah.” I press a kiss to her forehead, then I get Ronan, who is crying and reaching out for me.

As soon as Ronan gets into my arms, her cries turn to soft little whimpers. I grab her blanket and her favorite stuffed bunny, affectionately named Coco, then I bring her into our bedroom. I get Ronan situated in my arms, then look up at Y/N as she comes in. She hands the bottle to me and scoots onto the bed until she’s leaning against my arm.

Ronan is looking around with her big brown eyes as she drinks her bottle, then she points up with her finger and touches the tip of my nose, which causes her to laugh. I make a funny noise when she does it again, and she laughs a little harder this time, the bottle slipping from her mouth. Y/N chuckles as she watches us, and Ronan reaches over to do the same thing to Y/N but she’s too far. I hold Ronan up so she can touch her nose.

“What is that all about?” Y/N asks as Ronan giggles. “You’re such a goober.”

“She gets it from you, you know?” I say, and Y/N rolls her eyes and laughs.  

I know that Y/N wasn’t sleeping when I got up to get Ronan. I know she’s just nervous about her aunt coming, and I don’t blame her. Tonya is incredibly critical of Y/N--she is of everyone, which is probably why Bev invited her to stay. Bev didn’t want to be at the receiving end of her wrath and she probably had no idea that Tonya would want to stay with us. Tess is obviously off limits since Tess, well, Tess can’t always keep her mouth shut. In my opinion, it would do Tonya some good to have someone like Tess tell her off.

“I love you.” I whisper to Y/N, and she smiles softly as she looks up at me, “Why don’t you get some rest?”

Y/N chews on her lip for a few seconds before she nods and scoots down in bed. I set Ronan’s bottle aside and lay her down next to Y/N, then I lay down with them, wrapping my arm over both of them. I lightly rub my hand over Y/N’s shoulder and hold her gaze when she looks over at me.

“A team.” I whisper, and she smiles again before closing her eyes.

__

Despite me getting up at 7, Y/N was already up. She showered and got to work on cleaning the house, which didn’t even need cleaning. We like to keep our place pretty nice, but obviously with having a baby, that doesn’t always last long. We try to keep Ronan’s toys contained to one area, but since she’s walking, she tends to bring them with her wherever she goes. We always clean up her toys at the end of the day though so we don’t trip over them in the night or something.

With me living here for years alone, I never really made much of a mess and I was always quick to clean up after myself. I still am that way, and Y/N has gotten that way as well since Ronan likes to get into things. I won’t lie and say Y/N was the neatest person to live with--she left shit everywhere--but she’s gotten much better now.

I never complained before though because I liked it. I liked walking into the kitchen and seeing her lipstick on mugs. I liked finding her socks on the bathroom floor, or her sweater tucked into the cushions on the couch. My house actually looked lived in once she moved in. My house looked like a home. Because it was. Because she was here. I loved it. I still love it.

I hear the door close and look up to see Logan. He abruptly stops and widens his eyes when he sees all the cleaning supplies around.

“What have I walked into?”

I smile as I stand up from wiping off the coffee table, “We have some family--”

“Ew, don’t call her that!” Y/N says with her face scrunched up.

Looking over at Y/N, I laugh, “Okay, not family,” I look back at Logan, “Y/N’s aunt is coming today.”

“Oh,” he nods, then he glances over my shoulder towards his room.

“We’re not kicking you out,” I laugh, watching his shoulders relax, “You can stay as long as you want.”

“Did you really think we’d just kick you out? You’re stuck here, bud.” Y/N says, and Logan shrugs bashfully. “Your room is your room. She can stay in there.”

I look over when Y/N lazily gestures to the other guest bedroom, then I nod when I look back at him.

“Well, I mean, if you guys need me to leave…”

“Nope!” she smiles, shaking her head, “You’re more than welcome to say, in fact, we insist.”

Logan has only been here about two weeks, but he’s already been doing much better. His attitude is much more positive too, and I can see so much more confidence. Y/N and him talked a few days after he moved in about going to therapy and he had his first session the other day; he said it went really well. We really enjoy having him here and despite me thinking it might have been a big change, it really hasn’t been. He’s fit in perfectly. We love having him here.

“Do you need me to like, stay away or anything?”

“Between you and me,” Y/N walks to him and puts her hand on his shoulder, “I would.”

I laugh, “Don’t listen to her. She doesn’t like her aunt, which admittedly, she’s not great.”

“At our wedding she asked if you were single. At our wedding!”

“I think that was a joke,” I say, and she rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “But yes, she is…”

Y/N huffs, “Rude! She’s a bitch!”

“Why don’t you go get something to eat?” I suggest, and she nods her head and walks off to the kitchen. I look over at Logan and walk closer, “Her aunt is, yeah, a bitch. She’s very critical of her, and she’s made several inappropriate comments about me.”

“So, why is she staying here?”

I shake my head and sigh, “It’s complicated. All you need to know is that Tonya might make some off handed comments, but don’t take anything she says personally. If you don’t feel comfortable being around here, then definitely stay in your room. I’m gonna try to keep as much focus as I can on myself, so that she isn’t too hard on Y/N.”

“Sounds brave,” Logan jokes.

“I just don’t want her to be upset. I’ll take the brunt of Tonya if it means that Y/N will be fine.”

“And this is why he’s too good for this world,” Y/N says behind me, then she wraps her arms around my waist, “I can handle her too, but Logan, you don’t need to be around her.”

Logan nods as Y/N tells him about Tonya, then he laughs, “Sounds like my mom.”

“Whoa,” she lets go and blinks before she looks up at me, “You know what, yeah, she is a bit like Laura.”

“Well, in that case, I will make myself scarce this weekend, which won’t be too hard.” Logan says as he leans down to untie his shoes, “I’m picking up extra work at the shop.”

Logan pops into the kitchen quick to grab himself something to eat before he retreats to his bedroom. I look over at Y/N as she stares blankly out the window, and she jumps a little when I touch her elbow.

“Everything will be just fine,” I say, and she turns around and leans against my chest. “Logan will be busy all weekend, so he won’t have to even meet her.”

“If she’s mean to him,” she says, shaking her head, “I’ll…fucking freak out. If she’s mean to any of you.”

I laugh, “She won’t be mean to me. She loves me.”

Y/N groans as she rolls her eyes, “Pretty sure she wants to fuck you.”

“Nah, I’m good.” I say, smiling when she looks up at me. I reach for her and pull her into my arms again, “I will be by your side all weekend and I’ll protect you with my life. No one is going to put you down while I’m around.”

She starts to laugh, “You better by chained to my side then.”

“Gladly.”

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It’s kind of comedic that with Tonya’s arrival, it started to storm. The moment we heard that she arrived in New York, it’s like the whole state was under a big thick cloud of thunder and rain. It’s fitting, it really is. Y/N thought it was pretty funny. There’s a break in the storm right now, but surely it’ll start raining again.

I volunteered to get Tonya from Bev’s house by myself, but Y/N wanted to come with since she wanted to drop off some pictures of Ronan that Tess took the other day. We packed into the car and drove to Oyster Bay. Y/N clung to the door handle the whole time with her right hand, and her left hand was gripping mine tight. I know that she’s nervous and anxious for this weekend. I just hope she knows that I have her back through this whole thing.

Ronan is beyond excited to get inside and see Grandma and Grandpa, but I’m wondering how she’s going to react to seeing Tonya--someone that she hasn’t met yet. Of course Ronan is happy to meet pretty much anyone, but she also is very intuitive and wary. She gets it from me.

Opening the door, I hold it to allow Y/N and Ronan in first, and I smile when Ronan takes off looking for Bev and Dan. She runs off, then she turns around and runs back to Y/N with her arms out and her big brown eyes are wide and scared. Y/N looks at me and smirks a little as she bends down to pick Ronan up.

“She’s in there,” she whispers, and I inhale deeply. She looks over at me with such sad eyes, “We got this, right?”

“We absolutely do, baby.” I lean over and kiss her.

Walking into the living room, I stand next to Y/N and place my hand on her lower back. Bev turns around and smiles when she sees Ronan, then she smiles at Y/N, almost apologizing with her eyes. She knows how awful Tonya can be to her. Tonya is sitting on the couch, looking up at us with a small smile on her face. She hasn’t said anything to us yet.

“Hey, mom.” Y/N sets Ronan down and walks over to hug Bev, then she gives Tonya a small wave, “Hi, Tonya.”

“Hello.” she finally says, then she looks at me, “I see he’s still married to you.”

Y/N scoffs as she nods, “Yup. Lucky me.”

“I’m the lucky one.” I chime in, and Tonya nods her head as she smiles.

“And this must be Rowan.”

Y/N exhales quietly and glances at me, “It’s Ronan. R-O-N-A-N. Ronan.”

This pisses off Bev, I can tell. Bev loves to boast about her grandkids like any grandparent, so Tonya has to know Ronan’s name.

“Ronan, right. My apologies.” she leans up and smiles at Ronan, but Ro just tucks herself into Y/N’s leg.

I look over my shoulder when I hear the back door sliding open and Dan stepping in, and he bends down and laughs when Ronan runs over to see him.

**

You watch Ronan and your dad as he lifts her up and hugs her, kissing her cheek a few times before setting her back down.

“Want to see what I got for you?” he asks, and Ronan just looks up at him for a moment before nodding her head. He looks up at you and John, “Hey, mom and dad.”

John reaches out to shake his hand, “Hey.”

“Hi, dad.” you walk over and hug him, “What did you get?”

“Come with me.”

You’ll take any excuse to get out of the house and away from Tonya and her evil gaze. You don’t even care if all it is is some new yard tool he got. You just want out of this damn house.

Dan holds tight to Ronan’s hand as you all walk back outside, but you get a glimpse of Tonya tagging along. You laugh when you see the brightly colored playset that Dan has set up near the back of the yard far away from your mom’s most prized possession, her garden.

“Wow, baby, look at that.” you kneel down and look at Ronan, “That’s so cool!”

The playset has a slide, swing, basketball net, and a soccer net. Finn and Ronan are going to absolutely love it.

Dan smiles as he walks over to it, “And look, on hot days, we can hook the hose up to it and it sprinkles water down the slide and it comes out the top too.”

“Oh, god, dad, she’s never gonna want to leave. Half the time, we can’t get her to leave here anyway.” you say as you look up at him, “This is amazing.”

“I know you have a pool and some playsets at your house, but…” he shrugs and looks at you, “Figured it wouldn’t hurt to have one here too.”

John shakes his head, “Absolutely not. This is awesome.”

Tonya clears her throat, “I had a friend who got one of these. She wasn’t paying attention and her son broke his arm.”

“Well, we do pay attention.” John looks at you, “We are always with Ro when she’s playing on it. She only gets to play on it when we’re with her, so we don’t have to worry about that.”

You look at John when he reaches for your hand, “We allow Ronan plenty of time to play by herself, but we don’t let her get on any of her playsets unless we’re there.”

John smiles softly and leans over to kiss the top of your head before he lets go and walks over to help Ronan up the stairs so she can go down the slide. He looks up at you and gives you a wink, and you smile before walking over to them.

God, it feels so good to be a team.

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Tonya was just so desperately hungry and needed to eat as soon as possible! So, naturally, the best restaurant in New York City (she wouldn’t eat anywhere else) was called and you all got ready and headed out. You were pretty quiet in the car, so was John, but he held your hand the entire time.

It’ll be a little better tonight since Tess will be there. Not only do you have John to have your back, but you have Tess. Tonya and Tess can go head to head. You’ll sit out this round.

You’re just waiting for everyone else to get to the restaurant but you’ve already finished one glass of wine and had a few bread sticks to get something in your stomach. You certainly don’t want to be tipsy and say something you’ll regret.

John rubs your back and leans over to press a kiss to your shoulder, “How are you feeling?”

“She’s not so bad right now, so I’m okay. She has her Broadway show tomorrow, so she’ll be gone all day. I can get through this.” you say, and John nods his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear, “You don’t need to apologize.”

You sigh, shaking your head, “She’s just a lot. And that comment she made to you earlier when we were about to leave. It’s just…it’s not right that she’s so rude.”

Tonya made some vaguely sexual comment about John, and it pissed you off. It pissed him off too.

“Well, no, but you can’t control her. She’s a grown woman. You’re not responsible for her behavior.” he says, and you reach for your wine to take another sip, “You’re stressing yourself out for what? Don’t worry about her. She’s not worth it.”

You set your drink down and look at him, “She’s gonna say something that will make you second guess everything.”

John laughs like you’ve just told him a joke, “No, she is not. I think she’s an idiot.”

You start to smile when John looks at you, “Really?”

“Absolutely. Look,” he turns to face you more, “You know me, you know I don’t use this word a lot, but she’s a bitch.”

You laugh loudly as you lean over to kiss him a few times, “She is.”

“She couldn’t say anything that would make me second guess us or you, because her opinion does not matter in the slightest.” he gently touches your chin, “She’s an idiot.”

“She is.”

John looks over the top of your head and smiles when everyone makes their way to the table. Tess searches for you and smiles, then she deposits Finn into the booster seat next to Ronan. She smiles at John for a few moments before he laughs and gets up so she can sit next to you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head and moves to sit across the table from you instead. As soon as he sits down, you both move your legs closer so they’re touching under the table.

It’s all about physical touch with that man.

“Was Tonya a nightmare?”

Tess looks at you and rolls her eyes before hiding behind her menu, “She was berating Jimmy! I was this fucking close to knocking her out.”

“Why?” you ask, closing your eyes and shaking your head, “I mean why was she berating him?”

“He’s too rough with Finn, he shouldn’t play with him on the hardwood floors, we shouldn’t allow him to have a binky still.” she rolls her eyes, “She says all this as if parenting is fucking easy. Our hardwood floors are fine. Jimmy is not rough with Finn at all. They play wrestle. If anything, Finn beats up Jimmy! You know how many times that kid has kicked poor James in the balls? And the binky thing, we’re working on it. It’s not her business though.”

You nod your head, “Yeah, I get that.”

“She been hard on John?”

“More like she has a hard on for John.” you roll your eyes, “She doesn’t like me but she certainly likes my husband.”

You look across the table at John as he holds up the menu and looks at it with Ronan. A smile tugs at your lips when he leans over and kisses the top of her head before looking at the menu with her again. He’s the best dad.

“Children are allowed here?” Tonya asks, and everyone looks at her. “I mean, this is a very nice place--”

“Well, we have very nice children, so…” Tess looks at her and shrugs before she looks at you and rolls her eyes again.

Everyone but Tonya knows that no one is going to come over and kick out John Wick and his family, of course. Yes, this is a nice restaurant that usually kids aren’t in, but Finn and Ronan are fine. And yes, the restaurant made an exception for you--well, for John Wick.

Tonya sits up straight and looks at your mom, surely boasting about something. You feel John tap your leg with his under the table, and you look up at him. He smiles softly before he looks down at his phone and glances at you. You let out a small laugh as you grab your phone.

You okay?

Yeah, she’s just annoying me. You good?

I have the most beautiful woman sitting across from me, of course I’m good.

Kiss-ass.

I love you, mouse. Don’t let her bother you.

I love you too.

You look up at John as he puts his phone back in his pocket, then you text him again.

Thought you were going to send me something dirty.

John gets his phone back out and puts his hand over his mouth causally as he chuckles, his cheeks begin to turn red. He taps away on his phone and glances at you again.

You want me to?

I’m just saying it would be nice.

Well, you look absolutely beautiful in that dress, but I can’t wait to see it on the floor of our room tonight.

Oh, really?

John glances around before looking back down at his phone.

Can’t stop thinking about you riding me and I can’t wait to get my hands on you tonight.

I can’t wait for that either. Can’t wait to feel you inside of me.

I’m gonna put my phone away before I get too carried away and whisk you off to the bathroom.

You laugh as you put your phone away, then you tap his leg with your foot before he reaches across the table for your hand. He squeezes it a few times and holds your palm up so he can press a kiss to it, then he turns to talk to Jimmy while you talk to Tess but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

__

You have your arms wrapped around John’s waist as he gently cups your face in his hands and kisses you repeatedly. He’s doing a good job at showering you with love (he always does, let’s be real) but he’s doing it to keep your mind off of Tonya, which you appreciate. He’s actually been cracking really random jokes for the past 15 minutes and you’ve been laughing your ass off. Why is he so damn funny?

“What state has the most streets?”

“Um,” you hum as you look up at him, “I dunno.”

John begins to smirk, “Rhode Island.”

“That’s so stupid,” you laugh, hugging him tighter as he smiles proudly.

You’re all standing outside the restaurant waiting for the valet to bring your cars around. John presses a kiss to your lips so gently that it causes you to close your eyes and lean in for more, and you laugh when he makes a little noise.

“God,” you tilt your head back and laugh loudly, “You’re so in love.”

“I am. You have no clue, Mrs. Wick.” he buries his face in the crook of your neck and tickles you with his beard as you laugh.

You turn your head to the side to get away from John but you open your eyes and see Tonya watching you. It immediately stops the laughter and causes John to look at you.

“Certainly a lot of PDA in front of your child.” she says, looking at Ronan in Jimmy’s arms.

“I think it’s adorable.” your mom says, and you smile at her for coming to your defense. “Ronan gets to see how much her parents love one another. They’re setting such a good example as to what love looks like.”

Tonya raises her brows, “Well, it’s not very appropriate.”

“Oh, please,” your mom scoffs, “They’re hugging and kissing, not having sex on the kitchen table in front of her. Stop being so hard on them. Stop being so hard on her.”

You look at your mom in surprise when she blatantly sticks up for you. Your mom isn’t a confrontational person, so this means a lot to you. She walks over to you and kisses your cheek as she hugs you tight.

“Don’t listen to her. I’ve had enough of her tonight.” she whispers, then she cups your face and tears up, “I am so sorry that she’s so hard on you.”

“I just take it too personally. I need to stop.”

Your mom shakes her head, “No, she needs to stop. I’m sorry that she’s staying with you. I tried to convince her during dinner to come to our place.”

“I know. I heard it. It’s fine.” you shrug a little, “I’ll just keep to myself.”

It pains your mom, you can tell. Obviously it’s not her fault that Tonya is so damn pushy. Tonya is hard on your mom too. She talked down to her all night.

Jimmy brings Ronan to your car when it pulls up, and he puts her in her car seat and kisses the top of her head before he walks over and shakes hands with John, quietly wishing him luck. Since Tonya is staying with you, she’ll be riding home with you too. You’re not looking forward to that.

“We all set?” John asks, and you nod your head. He walks over and opens the back door for you, then he kisses you when you get in and buckled. “Just ignore her.”

“I will.” you nod, then you turn to look at Ronan as she holds up a toy to show you. Thankfully she’s entertaining.

John, being the gentleman that he is, helps Tonya into the front seat and makes his way over to the driver’s side. You see him look at you through the rearview mirror, and you smile when he gives a wink and reaches his right hand back to touch your knee.

“Ready?” he asks, and you nod your head. He exhales softly and puts the car in drive, and you grin when he keeps looking back at you in the mirror.

__

Logan’s car was in the driveway when you got home, so you knew you’d have to introduce him and Tonya--she’d throw a fit if she woke up and just saw some random kid in the house, which admittedly, would be a little worrisome.

Lightly knocking on Logan’s door, you wait there for a few moments before he opens it. He must have just gotten home from work since his hair is wet like he’d taken a shower.

“I’m sorry,” you grimace, “But I have to introduce you two. She’d be very confused as to why there’s just a kid in our house.”

Logan laughs, “Yeah, makes sense.”

“I promise you don’t have to stay long,” you say, escorting him to the living room. “Hey Tonya, I wanted to introduce you to Logan.”

Tonya turns around and looks at him, then she looks at you like she’s waiting for an explanation. Obviously you have no plans on filling her in on the car accident that led to you meeting Logan. You and John both decided to leave that in the past.

“He’s staying here with us for a little while,” John says, jumping in to help you.

Tonya just stares at Logan when he reaches out to shake her hand, but Logan just laughs.

“Okay then.” he says, then he looks at you, “I won’t be a bother. I’m going to just grab something to eat and crash for the night. I have to be at work kind of early tomorrow.”

You smile at him as he walks into the kitchen, then you look over at Tonya as she watches him.

“Who is he?” she says loud enough for Logan to hear.

“He’s a family friend,” you say, and John nods. “He’s just staying here with us for a bit. Goodnight, Logan.”

Logan smiles as he walks past with a sandwich and a small bag of chips, “Goodnight everyone.”

You look back at Tonya, “He’s a family friend and he’s staying here. Don’t make him uncomfortable.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s 18,” John says, “He’s just a kid.”

Tonya furrows her brow, “Does your mother know about this?”

“Yes, actually, she does. She thinks it’s very nice of us to let him stay here, and she also really likes Logan.” you say as you walk over to turn off a lamp, “He’s part of this family now, so I would appreciate it if you’d treat him as such.”

You regret saying that because she treats her family like shit, but hopefully she gets the point. Logan isn’t going anywhere, this is his home, and you won’t allow her to make him feel uncomfortable in his home.

“Is he your…son?”

John laughs, “Does the blue eyed blonde kid look like he could be my son? Have you seen my daughter?”

You smile at him. Ronan looks exactly like John.

Tonya waves it all off with an exhale, “I’m tired, so I’ll be going to bed now.”

“Goodnight,” you and John both say at the same time since you’re definitely in a hurry to just go to bed.

After Tonya shuts her door, you and John check on Logan. He’s fine and is just now heading to bed after eating. You make your way up to check on Ronan too and see she’s fast asleep with Bleu laying by her bed.

“Well,” John closes the bedroom door and laughs, “Never thought someone would think Logan is my kid.”

You roll your eyes, “She knew he wasn’t, she was just trying to upset me with the thought of you having kids with someone else.”

“That’s…crazy.”

“That’s Aunt Tonya.” you exhale, and John wraps his arms around you while you take off your jewelry. You tilt your head back against his shoulder and smile at him, “I love you.”

John smiles, “I love you too.”

You move out of his arms and turn to him, “But I’ll fucking cry if you have kids with someone else.”

“Well, I don’t plan on it.” he says, pulling you back to him, “Just more kids with you.”

You smirk as you wrap your arms around his neck, “Do you want to take a shower with me and…practice making more kids?”

“I would love that.”

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**

Today has been absolutely perfect--Tonya has been gone all day. I got a car to come pick her up since there was no way in hell that I was spending all day in NYC just so I could drive her around. She suggested that I do just that, but I had plans for today. I told her that I wasn’t a chauffeur and that I had ordered a car to drive her around instead. I wanted to spend the day with my girls and I wasn’t going to let them down after we had already made plans.

Y/N and I packed a lunch, got Ronan and Bleu, then we headed out and had a picnic at a park in Oyster Bay. It was perfect. We ate, then we decided to play on the jungle gym until Ronan started to get tired. We came back home and got her cleaned up before we put her down for a nap. Now Y/N and I are just lounging on the couch finishing up a movie.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, looking down at her in my arms.

“Fine,” she shrugs, then she sits up to get a drink of water. “Happy that she hasn’t been here all day and that she’s leaving early tomorrow morning.”

I chuckle, “Yeah, I think I’m going to hire a car again. I don’t want to drive her to the airport, and your parents shouldn’t have to either.”

“Yeah,” she inhales deeply and sighs.

“Are you…” I stop and sit up, “Are you upset with your mom?”

She looks at me in confusion, “Why would I be?”

“Well, I just mean that Tonya stayed with us instead of your mom.”

“Oh,” she sits back and shakes her head, “No, I’m not upset with her. Tonya has always been like this, so we’re all used to it. I just…take it a little more personally than everyone else, which is probably why she’s even harder on me.”

I nod my head and look at her, “Well, I think she’s an idiot, so definitely don’t listen to anything she says.”

Y/N laughs as she looks at me, “I know.”

We both look at the TV when the credits start to roll, and I reach for the remote and turn it off. We sit in silence for a few moments and look out the window when we hear the distant thunder. We planned on swimming for a little bit after Ronan woke up since there was a break in the storm, but we won’t be doing that now.

“Serious question.” I clear my throat, “Why doesn’t your mom just cut off contact with Tonya?”

“I know that you don’t quite understand family dynamics because you didn’t grow up around this type of stuff,” she says with no judgement in her voice, “But I don’t know, sometimes you just have to kind of live with them. Obviously if she was this terrible person, we’d cut her off, but…”

I reach out to cup her face, “But she is a terrible person.”

Y/N swallows as she nods and looks down, “I know. I guess, for me anyway, I’m here. I’m in New York now, so I don’t have to worry about it. She’s not my problem. Not that she ever was, but seeing her is so rare now.”

“Yeah, I get that. It’s kind of just putting up with her when you have to.” I say, and she nods, looking into my eyes. “Well, you have me, so it’s never going to be just you alone dealing with her.”

“Thanks,” she smiles wide and leans over to kiss me.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her over to straddle my waist as we kiss, and she sinks down until she’s sitting in my lap. I slide my hand up her thigh and underneath her shirt, and she melts into my touch as I move my hand up higher to rest on her breast, gently fiddling with the silver piercing hidden under her shirt.

Y/N kisses me and sits back, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Ro is down for a little longer and Tonya won’t be home for a few more hours…”

“Yeah.” I smile since I know exactly where she’s going; I know she can feel me hard underneath her. I sit up and kiss her neck as I hold her tight in my arms, and she wraps her legs around me and giggles. “What?”

“Can’t believe you can still pick me up.”

I laugh as I lean back to look at her, “Of course I can.”

“Oh, yeah, I forget. You work out now.” she says, playfully rolling her eyes.

“I haven’t seen you complaining about it.” I say, and she laughs as her cheeks turn red. “I see you watching me when I’m downstairs.”

Y/N laughs as I carry her up to our room, “And I’ve seen you watching me.”

“Well, I can’t help it.” I say, then I plop her down on the bed, “Look at you.”

“Look at me? Look at you! Most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’m not even exaggerating.” she says, pulling me on top of her. She lifts the sleeve of my t-shirt and bites my bicep, “You’re so hot, John.”

I smooth her hair back and gently kiss her lips, “You are too.”

Y/N slowly closes her eyes as I kiss down her chest and lift her shirt up, kissing and licking over her stomach and down to the waistband of her jean shorts. She giggles when I nip at the skin there, then I unbutton and zip them down. I hum when I see the underwear she’s wearing, and she puts her hand over her face and laughs.

“What? I like these.”

“I know. I knew I’d get a reaction as soon as I picked them this morning. They’re not even special. They’re just black.”

I shrug as I pull her shorts off, “Black looks good on you. Looks good off of you too.”

Y/N laughs again when I toss her underwear aside. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me between her legs, and I reach up and slide my middle finger into her mouth before moving it back down between her legs. She bites her bottom lip and tilts her head back as I slowly insert my finger, and I suck on her thigh for a few seconds before I bury my face between her legs, listening to her moan my name.

“You sound so pretty when you moan for me,” I whisper, and she lets out a little gasp when I pump my finger in and out, “Let me hear it again.”

Y/N runs her hand through my hair, then she arches her back and moans my name loudly, causing me to grow harder in my pants. I kiss my way up her stomach to her lips, and she hums and pulls me closer to her, feeling my weight on top of her.

“I need you to fuck me right now,” she whispers, and I laugh quietly as I brush my lips over her jaw, “Right now. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

I hold her gaze for a moment and smirk, “I would never.”

Hearing her beg for me would probably send shock waves through my body right now.

I move her up the bed and kneel as I unbutton my jeans, then I stand up and pull them off along with my boxers before I crawl back in bed. I pull my shirt off while she takes hers off too, then I lean down and kiss her neck.

“John,” she whispers, moaning softly, “Please. Stop teasing me.”

“I just like hearing you beg for me,” I whisper, and she starts to laugh. I look into her eyes and smile at her, “I like hearing how much you want me.”

Y/N smooths my hair back and tugs it a little, “I want you so bad, you know that. I want to feel you inside of me right now. I want you to blow my back out.”

“Blow your back out?” I laugh incredulously, “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Oh, something tells me you’ll do just fine.” she brushes her lips against mine and wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer to her.

I slot myself between her legs and hold her gaze as I slowly slide in deeper, warmth and wetness wrapping around every inch of me. Y/N closes her eyes and clenches her jaw as she stretches around my cock, and I smile when she whimpers a little before moaning. I jerk my hips hard to bury myself to the hilt, and she gasps loudly, fingernails digging into my back.

“Fuck…” I groan as I sit up a little, then I move her right leg so it’s over my shoulder and I get such a better angle that we both moan in unison. “Oh, shit…”

Y/N laughs quietly as I look at her, “You’re gonna do just fine with my request.”

“Good,” I smirk as I lean down, kissing her as we both hold tight to one another.

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I’ll take a little bit of the credit, but Y/N is fast asleep in bed. After we messed around, we got up, cleaned ourselves, got Ronan and had dinner. We all snuggled on the couch and watched an episode of Ronan’s current favorite cartoon, then we took her to her room, read a book, and put her down for the night. Y/N was tired the whole time. Naturally, I teased her about it, and she just blushed and laughed. She got into bed while I took Bleu for a quick walk around the block, but I’m on my way back home now.

The rain has started to fall a little harder as I get inside with Bleu, and I let him off his leash before he quickly runs into the kitchen where I know he’s already waiting for his food. After I feed him and turn off the lights, I head up to the bedroom and find Y/N curled up and watching TV.

“You were supposed to be asleep.”

“I don’t like to go to sleep when you’re still out.” she says as I crawl onto the bed and lay next to her, “I always worry.”

I chuckle, “I know. That’s very sweet of you.”

A smile spreads on her face as she leans over to kiss me, “I know Tonya isn’t home yet, so I figured we’d watch a movie.”

“You mean I watch a movie while you fall asleep,” I laugh, getting off the bed to change into my pajamas. “Sounds like a plan.”

Y/N watches as I move around the bedroom, then she lifts the blanket and smiles when I lift my arm so she can snuggle in next to me. I stroke her hair a few times and lean down to kiss her forehead, and she lets out a content sigh.

I will never take this easy comfort for granted. It’s something I absolutely look forward to.

You whispers softly, “Besides Tonya being here, this has been a really good weekend.”

“It has been. Ro is sleeping well too.”

Y/N scoffs, “Just jinxed it.”

“Probably. If she does wake up in the night, I got her, okay? Don’t get up with me. I mean it, peach. You’ve been so restless this weekend. I want you getting some rest.” I whisper against her forehead and feel her nod her head, “Hey, look at me.”

She looks up at me with a smile on her face, “Yes, Mr. Wick?”

“I love you, and you’re an amazing mother and wife, and on top of all of that, you’re an amazing woman. No one could ever change my mind on that. You make me so proud every day. I’m so lucky to be yours.” I say, and she tears up a little as she nods, “I know it’s hard having her here and thinking about all the things she’s said to you, but I can promise you that none of that is true, okay? You’re an amazing, intelligent, funny, kind, and caring woman. You’re the best person I’ve ever known.”

“Stop!” she laughs, putting her hand over her face, “Why do you do this to me, Jonathan? God!”

I laugh as I hug her tight to me, “Because I like to make you blush.”

“You do make me blush a lot.” she smiles, tilting her head back to look at me, “I like it too.”

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Unfortunately a big clap of thunder woke up Ronan, so I have to get up and get her. Y/N is still completely knocked out, which is great though. I carefully get up from the bed and reach over to smooth Y/N’s hair back, then I tuck her in before heading down the hall to Ronan’s room. It’s a little after 1 in the morning, so hopefully I can just get Ronan a bottle and soothe her so she’ll go back to bed. If she doesn’t, I can just bring her into our room until she’s asleep.

Pushing the door open, I look at Ronan and frown as she bawls her head off and reaches out for me. I turn on the lamp and get her out of the sleep sack she’s in, then I tuck her in my arms.

“I know,” I whisper, bouncing on my knees, “I got you. I got you, bug.”

Ronan’s cries turn to hiccups before long, but I know she’s not ready to go back to bed yet. Another loud clap of thunder startles her, and she starts crying again and calling out for Y/N. I grab her blanket and wrap it around her as I head downstairs.

I notice the light in the kitchen is on and I expect Y/N to be there already making a bottle for Ronan, but I stop short when I see Tonya sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea.

“Can’t sleep?”

Tonya looks at me and gestures outside, “Not with the storm--never could.”

“Y/N is sleeping like a rock upstairs. She loves the storms.” I say as I get a bottle started.

Tonya smiles briefly, “Her uncle was like that too.”

I don’t know much about Y/N’s uncle, her mom’s brother, they never really mention him. Most likely because it’s hard for Bev to talk about her deceased brother, and Y/N didn’t really know him that well since he married Tonya and stopped talking to a lot of the family.

“She doesn’t like them either?” she gestures to Ronan crying in my arms.

I look down at Ronan and fix the blanket, rubbing her back to soothe her, “She usually can sleep pretty well through them; she’s just like her mom in that way. She’s just having some trouble sleeping lately. I usually just get up, give her a bottle, and she’s back to bed shortly after.”

“Hmm,” Tonya nods her head and looks back out the window, “So, you kind of do everything around here.”

“I beg your pardon.”

“I said--”

I cut her off, “No, I heard you.”

Tonya looks at me, “Well, you cooked dinner the other night. I saw you doing laundry and cleaning up. Now here you are with the baby at one in the morning while your wife sleeps. I see how you look at her and make sure she’s okay, but she never does that for you. She never really checks on you, and here you are doing everything that your wife should be doing. Now, if you were dating my daughter…”

I don’t like the way she says ‘your wife’. It immediately strikes a nerve and I grow beyond angry. This is exactly what Y/N was worried about, and a weaker man would maybe fall for this, but I’m not that man.

I keep my voice quiet but firm since it’s one in the morning and I’m holding Ronan in my arms, “Y/N has been completely overwhelmed lately because Ronan hasn’t been sleeping very well. She cooks, she cleans, she does laundry. Same as I do. Because that’s how our marriage works. We both put in the work to make this household function.”

Without missing a beat, I reach back and grab Ronan’s bottle, shake it a little, and begin to feed her, all while Tonya just stares at me.

“I have to beg her to stay in bed half the time because she always feels like she isn’t doing enough for Ronan and me when that couldn’t be further from the truth. This house--this family--would fall apart without her. I would fall apart without her. She takes care of me, just like I take care of her. And we always check in with one another. You’re seeing just a glimpse at our life this weekend.” I narrow my eyes a little as I look at her, “I have never appreciated the way you talk down to her, but the fact that you continue to do it when you know that it hurts her, and the fact that you do that in front of me and our daughter is inexcusable. I don’t know what it is that you have against her, but the way you speak to her will not longer be tolerated, especially when I’m around.”

Tonya takes a sip to her tea like she’s unfazed, then she stands up from the table, “I’m heading to bed.”

She walks over to put her cup into the sink, then she walks past me and keeps her gaze down as she heads down the hall to her room. I finally let out a big breath and look down at Ronan as she gazes up at me. The bottle slips from her lips as she starts to smile at me, and I chuckle a little before kissing her forehead.

I am always going to stick up for the woman who completely changed my life.

I smile when I see Y/N curled up in bed, then I place Ronan in the middle of the bed and lay down with them. Y/N starts to move a little when Ronan accidentally swats her in the face.

“Ow…” she laughs quietly, then she peeks her eyes open, “There’s a baby in our bed, Wick.”

I lean over to kiss her, “Figured she’d be less fussy in bed with us.”

“Remember how we used to say we’d never sleep with her in our bed?”

“Well,” I laugh as I get the blankets adjusted, “You know I can’t say no to her.”

Y/N chuckles sleepily, “Me neither.”

I wrap my arm around both of them and rub my thumb over Y/N’s arm, then I lean up to kiss her a few times before laying back down. Ronan is kicking her legs a little and babbling to herself, so I rub her tummy to calm her down. Y/N reaches up and lightly trails her finger around Ronan’s face and smiles when she stops moving and starts to fall asleep.

“My mom used to do this to me when I was little. I would pass out in her lap.”

I laugh, “I remember I did it to you once and you just passed out five minutes later.”

Rain is pattering against the window and lulling us all to sleep, and I open my eyes to see Y/N is already asleep again. I reach over and lightly rub her arm before pulling her a little closer so I can hold the two most important things to me.

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Not long after Ronan fell asleep, I got up and brought her back into her room. We really don’t like to sleep with her in our bed since we don’t want her to get attached to it and we don’t want to roll over and hurt her in our sleep. I went back to bed and held onto Y/N, and she sighed against my chest before snuggling closer to me. The rest of the night went by way too fast after that. It was like I closed my eyes, then opened them 20 seconds later and it was morning. I wanted to sleep for longer just holding onto my love, but unfortunately that didn’t happen.

This morning we got up and made some breakfast, and then Y/N took Ronan for a little walk around the block with Bleu while I mowed the lawn. Tonya did whatever inside until we were all finished. She must have showered and gotten her stuff packed since when I came back in, her suitcase was already by the door.

Y/N came in and put a sleepy Ronan to bed, then she came downstairs and immediately started cleaning the living room, which didn’t need it. I finally was able to pull her away before she started reorganizing the books on the coffee table for the fourth time. I wrap my right arm around her shoulder and tuck her into my side, but she doesn’t stay there for long.

“Oh,” she perks up, “Mom is here.”

Before I can, she gets up and rushes to the door to let Bev in. She hugs her and shrugs, whispering something to her that makes Bev cup her cheek. I get up and wave at her as she walks in.

“I’m here to take her to the airport.” Bev says, and I nod and look over my shoulder to the guest room, “I’m so sorry--”

“It’s fine. We survived.” I say, and Y/N smiles softly at me. “No big deal.”

Y/N tenses up when the guest room door opens and Tonya comes out with her carry on. I reach for Y/N’s hand and pull her closer to my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

“Hello, Beverly.” Tonya says, and Y/N rolls her eyes when I look at her. “I’m ready when you are.”

Bev smiles, “Let’s get going then. I’ll see you two later.”

“Bye, mom.”

I let go of Y/N to get Tonya’s suitcase and carry it out to the car, and I put it in the trunk. I don’t want to leave Y/N with Tonya for too long so I quickly shut the trunk and walk back over to her.

Tonya looks at Y/N and smiles, “Thank you letting me stay here. You have such a beautiful home. And Ronan is such a sweet and precious little girl. You two should be very proud of what you have, not just Ronan. I see what you two have. It’s wonderful. So, thank you again.”

“Uh, yeah, you’re welcome.” Y/N stutters a little, clearly shocked by Tonya’s change in attitude, but I know why she’s changed her tune.

“I look forward to seeing you three again soon. Maybe even Logan if he’s still around.” she says, and I nod my head before she turns and walks down to the car.

Bev looks just as confused as Y/N, and I chuckle a little when Y/N looks at me with widened eyes, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ as she walks down to the car. She says goodbye to her mom, then she walks back up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and closing her eyes.

“And peace has been restored to the land.” she says, wiggling her fingers, “Our kingdom has defeated the evil.”

I laugh, “Oh, look at that. The sun is shining again.”

Y/N lets go of me and holds my hand as we head inside. I open the door to allow her in first, then I turn around to close it. When I turn back, I see her with her arms crossed and a big smile on her face.

“Thank you.”

I furrow my brow, “For?”

She reaches for my hands and steps closer, “Your voice carries. Especially at one in the morning.”

“Oh.” I look into her eyes and shrug a little, a little unsure if she’s upset or not.

“So, thank you.” she looks down at our hands and inhales deeply, “No one has ever stuck up for me like that before. I mean, I know you have, but not to her. It really meant a lot. I heard what you said, and this family would fall apart without you too. I would fall apart.”

I cup her face and rub my thumb over the apple of her cheek, “Well, good thing you’ll never be without me.”

“Yeah, good thing.” she says, and I lean down to kiss her, “And thank you for…not being interested in her daughter.”

I let out a small laugh when she rolls her eyes, “Definitely not interested.”

“She already dated one of my ex’s, she does not need my husband too.” she slides her hands up my chest and wraps her arms around my neck, “She’ll have to pry you from my cold dead hands anyway because I am not letting go of you.”

I put my hands in the back pockets of her jeans and smile, “Good.”

“There was one thing in particular that bothered me though…”

“Oh?”

Y/N sighs, “Do I really never check on you and make sure you’re okay? Am I really selfish?”

“Not at all,” I shake my head and look into her sad eyes that are quickly growing wet with tears. “We check in with each other every night. You check in on me during the day. Remember the other day I was getting upset about something and you came over and gently told me that you’d handle it? And you did! That’s you checking in on me and making sure I’m okay.”

“I feel like I’m selfish.”

I cup her face in both my hands, “You are not selfish. Every night before we go to bed, what do we do?”

“We talk.”

“We talk,” I repeat as she looks at me, “We talk about our days. If there’s anything bothering us, we air it out and talk to each other. Do I ever have a lot to complain about? Other than little shit, like someone pissing me off while driving or someone being rude.”

She smiles when I raise my brows, “No.”

“Because I’m okay.” I whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, “Because I have a wonderful wife who knows when I’m at my limit, just like I know when she’s at hers.”

“So, I’m a good wife?”

I let out a small laugh, “A great wife and a great mom.”

“Thank you,” she leans up to kiss me, “You’re a really great husband and a great dad too.”

“You know why else I’m okay?” I ask, and she looks up at me, “Because you’re okay. Because you and Ronan are okay.”

Y/N scoffs as she backs away, “There is absolutely no fucking way you’re real and that you’re married to me. No fucking way! How?”

“Because I fell in love with you! Get back here,” I pull her back into my arms and kiss her, “Because we fell in love with each other, and I’m fucking glad we did.”

“Me too.”

I cup her face as we share a few sweet kisses, then I kiss her forehead and hold her tight to my chest, standing there in the middle of the living room.

“Now…” she tilts her head back a little, “Didn’t we have plans before they were so rudely interrupted by my evil aunt?”

“Did we?”

Y/N starts to smile, “I’m pretty sure we did.”

I rack my brain to think if we had plans or not, but I’m coming up empty handed. I look at her and grimace since I can’t remember. I’m fairly certain we were just going to hang out at home this weekend.

“I’ll give you a hint,” she says, and I nod. She slides one hand down my chest to the crotch of my pants, and I immediately start to laugh. “Does that help?”

“It certainly does.”

Y/N cocks up a brow and smirks, and I push her up against the wall as we kiss. I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist, then I carry her up to our room, kicking the door shut behind us.

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This is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it?

A/N: this was meant as my gift to my valentine for Grey's Valentine's Exchange but since it has been cancelled I decided to quickly finish it up and dedicate it to not only grey because they need it with how rough the exchange ended up being but also my new found friend on here! I'm really proud of this and Im very surprised at how much I wrote in such little time (5k is a lot okay lol) I hope you all enjoy it and happy early Valentine's! (I'm still gonna post a special Valentine's blurb!)

Pronouns: they/them, uses of y/n

Pairings: Cc!Wilbur x Reader

Summary: Wilbur and Reader have known each other since their early teens, and despite having painfully obvious feelings for the other, they ignore them in the sake of saving their friendship. James concocts an outing for the two and maybe it goes according to plan?

Warnings: swearing, angst but with a ton of fluff at the end! also there is a kiss but not detailed bc I in fact have never been kissed so I'm going off gut feeling lmao. also mentions of alcohol and drinking (I've also never drunk alcohol so I don't know much about that either so another guessing game there too).

Words: 5.3k

Dedicated to: @grey-rambles @loverboy-soot

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James had invited Wilbur, Ash, Tommy, Rue, and you over to his place to hang out. It was mostly Mario Kart and James fucking screaming the Wario sound, but it was fun. There was food and a few rounds of uno with Ash, Tommy, and Rue, but despite all the festivities, Wilbur hadn't joined in any of them. He sat in the farthest corner from you and the rest of the group, the corner of James' loveseat didn't seem very comfortable anyhow. But there he sat, hands folded and rested between his thighs, his eyes darted from the group to the wall, to the TV, and back to his lap. He seemed so dazed like he wasn't fully there in the moment like he was somewhere else.

The absence of his laugh and his smile...and his voice, concerned you. It wasn't like him to isolate himself like this, it was one thing to stop answering messages and hiding in his flat but straight out isolating himself at a social gathering was nothing like him. You wanted to find him in his corner, bring him away from the others and ask him what was wrong, what you did every time he found himself anxious and shutting down. But every time you tried someone would pull you away, ask questions or bring you into banter. Staring at him, contemplating doing something wasn't helpful so maybe engulfing yourself in the festivities around you would help. It was selfish, yes, but there wasn't much you could do. The chances of him brushing it off and saying he was fine and completely ignoring the subject at hand were much more probable than him stepping aside and delving into his anxieties with you. So you pushed it aside and focused on whatever shit James and Tommy were debating about at this point.

“James,” Tommy pauses for emphasis, his hands folded in front of his face and eyes closed, “You are one deaf fucking bastard.”

“I’m hearing you! I’m just saying your point is invalid and ill-informed!” James counters, despite the possible hostility of their bickering, it's known by everyone that it's just light-hearted poking and prodding at each other, nothing substantial to be worried about.

Something you could slip away from easily…

“Says the man who is convinced that the creeper is the elite hostile mob in Minecraft?? It blows shit up and is extremely difficult to kill at the start of the game! The true elite mob is the zombie, they are slow and easy to hit.” Tommy then stands up and his face plastered with a smug smile. He knows he's right even if the topic at hand is trivial and childish at best.

"You're an asshole, Thomas Simons. I'm right, you're wrong." James is quick to poke at him, and you catch a small, soft smile forming on Wilbur's features. He's gazing at the chaos in front of you, no longer on his jeans or the spots on the wall. It's on the people now. His friends.

The thought brings a glimpse of hope to you, maybe it's just a fluke and he's okay. Nothing to worry about, he's not being self-destructive right now. It's okay.

It wouldn't hurt to get him to join the conversation, would it? "What do you think, Wil? Who's the most elite hostile mob?" You pose the question with a smile on your face, eyes locked on his, gauging how he was feeling by the way his eyes went wide and his mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Anxious, noted, not anything new and revolutionary but something to note when speaking to him.

"Um, Skeletons I guess?" His answer is unsure and it's probably because he wasn't really listening in the first place, just observing his friends having fun and bickering, doing anything he can to keep his mind off the anxiety dwelling in his head.

“Skeletons? That is the most basic bitch answer! Also, it’s invalid because they can shoot you from sixteen blocks away!” Tommy counters his answer and he gets riled up again, rushing to pull up some sort of resource list as if this was a school assignment.

Wilbur’s face drops again, but his eyes are still trained on the group as they begin bickering again. Rur and Ash decided to chime in this time, both with their own very opinionated thoughts on the matter. It began to get tenser, despite the laughs and smiles, the abrupt yells were enough to push anyone already on edge even further.

It was best to get him out of there, even if it was for a moment. So you stood from your spot at the sofa to walk over to where Wilbur placed himself. Pushed into the corner of the loveseat farthest from the group. Now that you're closer, you notice how straight he's sat, his whole body is tense and his face is flushed.

You put your hand out to him, an offering, “Come on, Wil,” It’s muttered as a mere whisper, but he hears it. His head tilts up to look at you, eyes still wide and overflowing with unease.

“Okay,” He whispers, taking your hand in his and standing up from his own spot. His shoulders slouch, making him seem slightly shorter --- he still towers over you, but it makes him seem vulnerable and small.

You tighten your grip on his hand, in a comforting way and lead him out of the living room, through the hall, and into the dark kitchen. No one seems to notice the absence of either of you, they're too busy arguing over a block game to think about much else. He lets your hand go after the door is closed and he goes to sit on the floor in the corner of the room against the kitchen cabinets. Wil pulls his knees up to meet his chin and he wraps his arms around his legs.

“Are you okay?” You slide down the cabinet to sit next to him, your hand resting on his knee drawing circles with your thumb.

“Mmm, ‘m fine.” He mumbles, his head between his knees and his face hidden.

“As your best friend, I do not believe that.” You try to lighten the mood, be playful in hopes he’ll at least crack a smile.

“I’m fine.” He lifts his head and looks to you, despite how hard he tries it's not convincing.

“Yeah, yeah, and the queen’s alive. Come on, Wil.” You laugh, moving to card through the curls atop his head.

"I'm okay." He tries to fake a smile to rid your concerns but it's not that easy anymore.

"You don't have to tell me, but you can admit when you're not okay, love." The pet name was merely a slip for you and when you noticed you used it, you wanted to crawl into yourself. Hideaway and forget everything you said. Surely to others, it's not a big deal but it's not like you can give any hint at your feelings for him, feelings you know aren't reciprocated.

He simply hums in response with his head back between his knees, and you take your hand away from his hair and drop it on your lap. You want to help him, make him feel better but this is making you feel so hopeless. You can't let him wallow but he's stubborn, it's not easy to get through his shell.

"Wanna tell me about the French Revolution?" The question was merely a suggestion, a bribe to get him to speak in more than two words per sentence.

And it worked, his head lifted up almost immediately and his eyes were wide with excitement, "Really? Are you sure?" His voice is soft but you can practically hear the joy in the way he spoke.

"Of course, tell me all about it." As you mutter the last bit, you lean your head against the cabinet and gaze up at him. His smile is wide and he's now let his knees fall to where his legs are stretched out in front of him. Stupid lanky bastard.

"Okay so, the revolution of 1789 had maaany different causes, primarily economical and political," And so he went on for what felt like hours, but you enjoyed the chatter. You liked seeing him so giddy and happy over something he loved like this. He's an absolute history buff and most people don't care to sit still long enough to listen, except for his brother, you, and sometimes Ash. So you let him talk your ear off, you asked questions, and let him tell you all the little details and factoids he's learned over the years.

After a while, your eyes began to droop and feel heavy, and you kept having to pull your head back up to keep yourself awake. So you settled with resting your head on Wilbur's shoulder as he continued telling you about one of the many corrupt French kings. You wrapped your left arm around his middle and your right hand rested on the shoulder you laid on. You were comfortable and he didn't seem to mind the contact.

"Sleepy?" He breaks his info dump and runs his hands through your hair. You were far too drowsy to think twice about the action or to get nervous about it as usual, so you just hummed and nuzzled further into him.

"Keep talking." Your words were muffled by his sweater but he understood, and so he did just that. He continued on about the revolution and everything that came after before he himself began to doze off. His head leaned against yours and before he knew it, he was passed out too.

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"Hey, has anyone seen Wilbur?" James chimed in, the Lion King plays on the TV, and everyone groans, and Tommy pauses the movie.

"Dude, it was the best part!" Tommy exclaims and dramatically throws his head onto the back of the couch.

"Sorry! Wil just disappeared, so I was just wondering if anyone saw him." James reiterates, hands in the air in surrender before dropping them to the floor on either side of himself.

"I'm sure the guy's fine, he's probably somewhere with his best friend anyways," Rue reassures James, her arms crossing over her chest.

"Those two are inseparable," Ash adds.

"And they are so obvious too! It's annoying." Tommy grunts in that typical little sibling way.

James frowns, clearly not satisfied with how calm and not worried his friends are. Ash notices and pats his friend on the back, and James' shoulders slump.

"Dude if you're so worried about them, go find them." Rue leans against the back of the couch, crossing her ankles and resting them on the coffee table. James growls and shoves her feet off the table, Rue then rolls her eyes. "So mean.."

“Fine, I will.” James groans and lifts himself off the floor where he sat and he as well makes his way out of the living room. He heads through the hall, peaking into the dining room; nothing. He checks the guest bed next, also nothing; and then his office, still nothing. He checks every room before he settles on checking the kitchen- the last spot he expected to look. The moment he peaks his head through the door he catches a glimpse of both you and Wilbur cuddled against each other, sound asleep.

“Aww, cute,” Rue whispers behind James and he jumps, yelling a slew of curses at his friend. She simply laughs in response. James looks back to be sure the interaction didn't wake the two of you, and surely it didn't. He would have never been so thankful for how heavy of sleepers you two were.

James backs away from the door, being sure to close it as slowly and quietly as possible, and then he ushers Rue down the hall and back to the sitting room where the rest of their friends were. He then happily plops down onto his sofa, right next to Tommy.

“So, are they okay?” Ash’s expression is one of concern, but calm still.

“Oh they're fine,” James takes a swig of the drink he left on the coffee table, “But we have some matchmaking to do.”

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“We’re meeting at the pub around the corner, that's right, James?” The entire situation is confusing and getting a confirmation out of James is the worst hell that you desperately want to crawl out of.

"Yes, yes, that pub. I told you like ten times already." James sighs in a loud obnoxious way and if it weren't for the fact you loved him, he would be dead on sight. Or on sight when you both got to the damn pub.

"It's not my fault you give shitty instructions and clarification!" You do your best to whisper yell through the phone, he may annoy the fuck out of you but you don't hate him, and if he lost his hearing because of you—you couldn't mess with him.

"Oh my god, stop whining and get your ass over here." You're about to snap back at him and then he hangs up just as quickly as the words roll off his tongue.

You groan and drag your feet on the sidewalk, desperate to make your trek longer so you can postpone seeing James a little more. I mean, you love him but fuck can he be an annoying little shit sometimes. He's really good at it too and you don't know how he manages it.

Unfortunately, you're in front of the pub way quicker than you thought you would be. You're quick to open the door, and rush in before you push through the crowd to find any inkling of where your friends have situated themselves. James didn't mention which table the rest of their friends sat at, so you assumed he didn't know either seeing as he was on his way here as well.

You're about to give up when you spot a familiar Pinterest hipster across the pub. Wilbur is sat alone at a booth, holding what seems to be a simple water as he himself eyes the tables and bar as well as the sea of people standing around the place.

You smile and wave your hand at him, signaling that you're there. He smiles too, waving back and then gesturing for you to sit with him. You're quick to shuffle through the people surrounding you, muttering excuse me and I'm sorry's whenever you bump into someone or get just a hair too close to them. By the time you reach the booth, you're out of breath from swimming through the crowd. You plop down on the spot next to Wil and you rest your head face first on the table.

"Why is James so annoying?" You pose the question, all muffled and not really meant to be answered, simply spoken into the void.

"Hell if I know, he told me the rest of the group was here but I couldn't find them." Wilbur speaks in such a nonchalant way that you would think he did this often, wait for his friends to be there and either be late or not come at all. But you know he doesn't do this often, I mean it was more common in middle school and high school, but now he's an adult and you know his current friends wouldn't do that. I mean you're his best friend after all, you notice way more about him than you would care to notice.

"So you think they've ditched us?" You move your head to face him, eyes looking up to him and his own looking down at you. You swear you could see a smile forming on his lips.

"Hah, maybe." He laughs and then switches to gaze at his hands resting in his lap.

You lift your head up, and lean against the back of the booth. You rest a hand on his shoulder and he looks to you, "You're my favorite anyway." You pat his shoulder before removing your hand only for it to find great interest in the sleeves of the jacket you wore out today. One of Wilbur's old jackets his arms were too long for. It's oversized but it's comfortable and a hundred percent smells like him, so it's comforting.

"Ash isn't even your favorite?" He's smirking now and you can tell he's almost completely forgotten about James and the clan.

"He's a close second." You throw a soft smile to him and you can feel your cheeks warm and turn red.

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"Wow, France is fucking shitty." You let out a soft laugh, taking a sip of whatever alcoholic beverage was the special—you didn't care, it tasted good and didn't burn horribly so it did just fine for you.

"I know!" Wilbur slurs and then laughs, throwing his head back to lean against the back of the booth. He turns to face you, smile wide and face pink from being a bit too tipsy.

"You're smart, Wil. You know that?" You rest your chin in your hand and look in his eyes. You never really noticed how rich and…deep they were. It was endearing to look at.

"Not really, I just know a lot." He shrugs, gaze dropping and face draining from positivity.

"Isn't that the definition of smart?" You reach your hand out to rest against his arm. He doesn't move or flinch. It's like your touch is second nature.

There's a silence, he doesn't say anything, you don't say anything. Your friends still aren't here and it's been an hour and a few drinks in—you're beginning to wonder what James' intentions were.

"They ditched us didn't they?" You lean your own head against the backboard.

"Oh they sure as hell did." Wilbur lets out a soft chuckle and the sight makes your heart flutter.

"Wanna go back to mine?" The question is simple and you play with the idea of looking away from him, to dull the sting if he says no—or rejects you without even admitting anything to him—but you decide to turn your head and gaze upwards at him.

A soft smile, a breathy laugh, he turns his head to face you, "Of course,"

It takes a good twenty minutes to get back to your flat, which is only a ten minute walk from the pub James tricked the two of you to go into, but with both of your slighter drunken states, it was safe to say it took a lot longer. Stumbling, giggling, slurred speech, a hand on the small of your back, your arm around his torso. There was no such thing as a ten minute walk on your minds.

The walk down the cobble path to the door of your flat is a tricky one. Wilbur only had a few shots but he hadn't been drinking in a while so his ability to handle much alcohol was severely lacking at the moment—so he was stumbling a lot. He nearly fell in the bush a few times but you were able to keep your grip on him, keeping him steady. You yourself weren't in the best of shape either, but you managed. Surprisingly neither of you had felt the least bit nauseous yet, which was a tremendous thing.

You struggled a few moments with your keys before Wilbur got off the wall where he leaned and said, "Here, lemme try." He was quick to find the right key and turn it in the keyhole. The door clicked and Wilbur turned the door knob and pushed it open. He stepped aside and bowed, his right arm over his stomach and his left out stretched in a gentlemanly manner. "Royalty first, as always." You smile and are sure your laugh is heard by the man.

"Why, thank you kind sir!" You exclaim, folding your hands like a queen in a ball gown and dramatically walk in the door. He laughs and follows you in, closing the door and locking it behind him.

You lead him to the living room just to the left in the corridor and curl up on the couch and shove your shoes off your feet. Wilbur follows and does the same, his head next to yours and his legs curled up next to him.

"Hi," He whispers to you, smiling softly and gaze set up on you.

"Hi," you pause, readjusting your legs to be held against your chest. "I'll take the couch, you take the bed, that cool?" Your eyelids begin to feel heavy and so you rest them, unable to spot the reaction Wilbur gave you.

"No, not cool." He states plainly, your eyes shoot open. Did you upset him? What did you say wrong? Your mind runs wild and he seems to notice your anxiety bubbling. Your slightly tipsy self, not doing a great job at hiding it. "I take the couch, you take the bed."

"No, you take the bed, I take the couch."

"Darling," He warns and the pet name shocks you both, and it seems as though the alcohol has an effect on both of your filters, his and yours.

"I said what I said and I stand by it!" You cross your arms over your chest and playfully move to look away from him.

He groans in an artificial annoyance and you smile to yourself.

"How about this," He begins and you turn back to face him, he's sat up now, legs pulled up to his chest still. "We both take the bed? That way we both win."

"Mmm, as long as you're okay with it, I am."

Wilbur smiles and nods, "It was my brilliant idea, now wasn't it?" A smirk forms.

"Goddamn, you and your stupid ego." You roll your eyes and Wilbur huffs.

"Oh shut it." He snaps back, going to stand and walk out the door and across the hall to the bedroom. You follow him and quickly go to the cupboard on the left beside the door. Your bed is prepared to warm one person, not two, so you need extra blankets and maybe another pillow or two.

"Dude, when's the last time we shared a bed?" You break the silence, chuckling to yourself as you hear Wilbur shuffle around the bathroom—presumably to find his old toothbrush he left at your place that one time he stayed for a week six months ago.

"Like the last time I stumbled to your door drunk as fuck?" He sighs before exclaiming an Aha presumably because he found the toothbrush he was looking for.

"You really need to stop drinking that much, especially alone. I'm not always gonna be here to be a pick me up for your sorry ass." You throw the blankets you pulled out onto the bed and jumped in face first. "So comfy." It's meant as a whisper, but Wilbur manages to pick it up.

"Save some blankets for me, meanie." He turns on the faucet and he's then silent for a moment before the sound of brushing sounds from the bathroom.

"No, they're mine. I bought them with my money, dickwad." You grunt and turn over, wrapping yourself in a little blanket cacoon.

Wilbur lets out a laugh, and the faucet sounds again before the tapping of the toothbrush on the side of the sink. Before you know it, the other side of the bed dips and you feel a blanket being snatched from you. You don't have the energy to fight it, so you let it go.

"Wow, my best friend being generous to me? What world do we live in.." He mutters, laughing more to himself than anything.

"Too tired to care."

"Not because you love me? Oh my heart!" He dramatically clutches his heart and lets out a breathy chuckle.

"Only because tired." Your words become more slurred and they're muffled by the pillow you have your face in.

"Yeah, yeah." He sighs, and then tosses around a few times, getting comfortable. The bed creaks with his every move and you can hear him groan in annoyance at the sound.

The creaking stops, and Wilbur stops moving. He's situated now, but he's on his back staring at the ceiling.

Many thoughts run through his mind but one in particular stands out; Should I tell them?

The concept is foreign, expressing undiscussed emotion that could be detrimental information if provided at the wrong time—it's scary. What is he meant to do? Lye around and pretend he didn't get nervous at your touch, or your pet names or the way you willingly am letting him sleep next to you—and while the latter wasn't unusual in the past, it was now, given the two of you being in your early 20s and having been avoiding sleepovers since you turned 18. Although there was only so much you could do when Wilbur came stumbling to your door pissed out of his mind.

He bit the bullet. What's the worst that could happen? A Lot actually.

But he figured he should give context first, background.

"Do you know why I was sulking that day at James'?" He breaks the comforting silence that fell between you two. He doesn't mind it but he figured he must act now before he chickens out.

"I figured you were just having a bad day, and once I offered a France info dump you seemed pretty okay. Was there something I missed?" You turn your head back to face him, eyebrows knitted in genuine—sober—concern.

"I was upset," He pauses, beginning to place the pieces in his mind of what to say next and then after that and then after that and so on. "It's kind of stupid, I guess-"

You cut him off, "Nothing, and I mean nothing you say is stupid, Wil. I promise." You're sitting up now, crisscrossing applesauce on the bed, your body facing him but your eyes trained on his own eyes. "What was wrong?"

He closes his eyes, "I guess, I was getting sort of fed up with myself. See, I really really like this person—" He pauses to sit up himself, he gazes down at you as he leans his back against the wall. He reaches for your hand and draws circles on your palm with his thumb, his eyes painfully focused on the lines drawn in your skin. "They're wonderful, and one of my closest friends. I've liked them for a long while, love them even but a part of me knows they don't reciprocate my feelings—so I was feeling sorry for myself. It had been years and no moves had been made and so I felt hopeless. That person was so happy that day, and I was pissed I wasn't the reason for their smile." He sighs, letting go over your hand and leaning against the headboard, eyes closed shut.

Your voice is but a whisper, "Who is this mystery person?"

He hesitates for a moment, but he's this far already, there isn't any going back.

"You." The answer is simple, straightforward and blunt but it hits you hard nonetheless. Handfuls of emotion are thrown at you like confetti and you can't even begin to sift through and identify them all. You're in shock, that's for sure, but everything else? There's no telling.

You smack his shoulder, "William! You should have said sooner, you asshole!" Your tone is playful but your words would say otherwise. Elated.

"Ouch! What was that for?" He rubs the side of his arm, wincing for a split second before meeting your eyes.

"Not telling me." Frustration.

Silence, no more words slip from either of your tongues. It's simply quiet, the humming of the fan you set up hours ago, sirens sounding outside in the city —your breathing, his breathing. Fear.

"I like you too, you know." You look down, despite him already confessing to you, admitting this is still terrifying, and odd to you.

"Oh, I know." He smiles, and you mentally smack yourself for saying something you know would get some stupid snarky comment.

"You and your damn ego, Soot." You shake your head, smiling fondly at him.

"Oh but don't you love my ego, my dear?" The man is still tipsy.

"Hey, why don't you shut up?" He smirks, and you immediately regret your words, well, partially — he reaches his hand up to rest on your cheek, and he brings your face closer to his, lips millimeters apart and breath fanning on each other's faces.

"Can I?" It's a simple request but you nod, smiling whilst your heart warms. He leans in closer, your own lips meeting his in a soft loving exchange.

You smile into the kiss, giggling a few times throughout. You rest your hands on the back of his neck and his own hands fall to rest on your sides.

It's not as dramatic as you imagined, figuring if he felt the same he would have some grand confession —but you like this, you really do. It's calm, private—it's tremendously better than a heated confession in the rain, at least in your opinion.

You both break apart, smiles wide as ever and you're out of breath. You lurch forward, wrapping your arms around him and your head hitting his chest, settling into him. It takes him a moment to reciprocate but when he does, his own arms snake around you, pulling you closer to him.

Wilbur's head dips down to rest on top of yours and you hum happily. This is it, this is what joy feels like, doesn't it? Warm arms around you, the sound of his beating heart—he starts to hum, what sounds like one of his songs.

The night goes on like this, the two of you wrapped around each other, Wilbur humming songs he knows or wrote and the occasional comment on how long it took you two, followed by laughter.

This was joy, he was joy.

The next day, you awoke to your phone buzzing like no tomorrow. You were groggy and really didn't want to even bother looking, but the sound managed to send you into a slight panic. Your legs were still wrapped with Wilbur's, and his head was resting on your chest and his stupidly long arms were pulling you into him. You looked over at the end table on your left and snuck your phone into your grip.

You groaned as you pressed answer on the incoming call that created your woken state. It was James.

"What do you want, James? It's 2am." Your tone is that of a very annoyed person, and James winces over the call.

"I hadn't heard from you and Wilbur's not answering his phone or his door, so I figured you two ran off and died." His words all jumbled together and you laugh much to his distaste, "Be serious here!"

"We should've run off, honestly. Maybe we would have gotten some peace and quiet then." You set your gaze down at the man with his arms around you, and you smiles sweetly.

"You're a dick—are you two okay? Do I need to send like a police force or something?" James is still frantic with how he speaks but you can tell he's calming down by the second.

"We're fine James, okay? We're at my place. We drank a little last night and my apartment was the closest." You pause, but before he can get a word in, "Thank you for setting us up." There's a smirk on your face and James can hear it in the way you spoke.

"What—I, I didn't set you up!" He's quick to his defense and you laugh.

"Yeah, no you definitely did."

"Did it work?" He asks, ditching the defensive attitude from the moment prior.

"Yeah, yeah it did. Thank you." You lean your head back, phone still pressed to your ear and your free hand carding through Wilbur's mop of curls.

"Good."

[hythlodaeus-mynewoldfriend]

5 - Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? and 12 - Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.? For Anthea and Sib!

Ahh! Thank you for asking!

5 - Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection?

Sib is very comfortable with PDA. While she was more reserved with Haurchefaunt with it (frankly she didn't want people to know they were some kind of together), that still didn't stop those two from uh finding nice alcoves every now and then. This is something that does also happen with Thancred and frankly there is just a heavy sigh that happens from almost everyone when you can't seem to find them. However, there is a more openness with PDA because she's trying to make up for not being able to have the freedom in showing off her partner growing up. She adored and wanted so badly to be like the other girls her age in the markets that had partners, kissing, hugging, laughing, just all of that relationship stuff.

Anthea is fairly comfortable with PDA. She's not as adventerous as Sib, but Thea and Hyth really are just always touching in someway. Hand holding, hugs, arms linked, one sat in the other's lap, etc. Truly they are sweet enough to give someone a cavity. Which is a shift as Anthea wasn't as open to touch for a little bit there having just spent so much time alone inadvertently once their parents returned to the star. Once with Hyth (or other partners in AUs) its like lights click on for them and they realize how much they miss having touch in their lives. For platonic relationships you can expect hugs often!

12 - Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Sib is less easily flustered, she's very confident overall and if she's not then you'll never know. At most she'll get not flustered but more of a frustrated with things when they don't work out how they should. Really this just more translates when she tries to be domestic which involves a lot of cursing, screaming into pillows or pots, and then giving up to just go and buy it/find someone else that can do whatever it was she was trying to do #richgirlproblems. Anthea is so so so so much more easily flustered. Truly the masks the ancients wear was such a blessing to helping them hide their feelings. Even when first meeting Hyth they were so flustered and blushing so much because he was just so pretty and they had just bumped into him like that's just so cringe oh my god! They also tend to have more tendencies to anxious thinking and talking in circles. And I'm just gonna show you below in this little snippet:

 “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“Just what is it that those tickets were for?” He looks up with a furrowed brow, “Well it seems that it's something he does often and as a good friend I wish to try and take an interest in something he enjoys in support.”

“You have a plan forming in there,” he teases, tapping his temple with his pen.

“No,” they sigh when Conner cocks an eyebrow, “Possibly. But I do also want to try and be more accommodating to his interests if possible. If it's something he doesn’t ever invite us to go to then he may be under the impression that we wouldn’t care or find some enjoyment in it.”

“Well I mean-.”

“Though at the same time I guess if it is something he prefers wholeheartedly to do on his own, he is certainly entitled to such a thing, but what if we wanted to give him a gift? We could have the opportunity to get him something really nice and special. Am I being too invasive? I have done worse though, so this is very minor compared to those other things and we are friends and taking an interest in something that-.”

“Okay, slow down there, Anthea,” Conner says, “You’re going to make someone dizzy with the circles you would be running.”

[castlebyersafterdark]

“Look at Millie's personality and look at Finn's life? Do we honestly honestly think they click off set? Do we think she's hanging out with most of these people? I just don't think she has the same interests or things in common with her cast mates in her age group and I'm not her fan but I honestly don't hold that against her, she's her own person with her own interests and friends outside of the show. That's totally. Ok”

I don’t think anyone expects them all to be literal best friends in terms of hanging out everyday, (Finn always clicked more with the IT cast and his alt friends anyway, and he seems to be super tight with Gaten), but it is a little sad if they aren’t even friends at all, y’know? I guess everyone defines friendship differently and one person’s mere acquaintance or colleague is another person’s friend without hesitation, even if there’s no active hanging out involved.

But a wedding is a big deal, no? It’s (ideally) something that only happens once. I would go to a wedding for a friend or acquaintance who invited me, let alone someone I grew up with, someone I’ve been playing an on-screen romance with on screen since 2016 (Byler/M11 wars aside). I do think some of the magic of the final season being this huge victory lap in their lives, which presumably will be portrayed in the S5 documentary, is lost if Finn is out here openly skipping Millie’s wedding. That definitely sends a message, undeniably. Especially given the celebrity context of it all. It’s one thing to skip a random acquaintance’s wedding. It’s another thing to truly not give af if people talk about it in a celebrity context.

I know there are plenty of shows and movies where the cast doesn’t really get along or maybe even hates each other, and the final product is still good. But ST feels different, you know? They all came-of-age together…

Yeah, I sort of feel bad for playing it up as a total non issue maybe as someone who's gonna have their own wedding, don't want to be a hypocrite. So I'm lessening any bad vibes my tipsy posting is spreading - so I get it, the feeling sad over him not going to it if it was this weekend (several people said it's pretty much confirmed by spotting people or tabloids and I'll believe yall!! I get all my info from tumblr and saw no one I follow sharing wedding details so I was skeptical it actually happened, but I guess it was just that secret? Apparently?) I guess I just try to bring a realistic approach to the cast, trying to assuage (yall it took me 10+ times to try to type that and have that word not look like sausage lol) the sadness over the whole cast not being besties 4 lyfe. I know it's been this long ass decade of filming and I'm both too romantic and on the flip have to also be too much of a realist - with that long to grow close, there's also that long to develop a non-closeness with people. Maybe I'm just as interested in the film set dynamics of those with animosity as well as those who are super close. Just a neutral statement.

I guess my takeaway - is there's already so much speculative negativity over everyone constantly saying that the cast hates Noah and he never hangs out with anyone and we know it's not the case but there's probably people in the cast he's not super close to having nothing to do with what occurred online last year. And thus, I'd hate for this narrative to turn to Finn "oh he's an asshole for not going to the wedding, he hates Millie, he ruined everything now" where - I doubt he hates her, but literally maybe they have zero relationship. Or something else, but I really don't think it effects how we should view the show. We're all just very very invested in these inner workings. That's all. I don't know.

[ram-de]

slumber gallery: one

wednesday, april 12th 2023.

ok. i just remembered a dream from this morning. so, i usually put my laptop beside me when i sleep. not close enough, but just a pillow beside. and. there's like two layers? three layers of dreams. in that dream i was writing something. and i held the side of my screen to push the screen behind, since i couldn't really see it. but. for some reason... maybe i pushed it too hard until the fact that the one that's pushed is the soft part of it. like, somehow, the LCD went leaking. (i understand very well that LCD involves liquid but i'm sure it's not something that could leak in a big amount lol) but still that panicked me. what the hell? i thought. what am i going to do? what should i tell my parents. and stuff. and then i woke up.

i sighed in relief. thank goodness it's just a dream. i thought. i was awake. my laptop beside me. whoa! it's there. and then i opened it, the screen turned on, but when i pushed the screen behind to set the laptop on my lap... it happened again. it was so SCARY... i was like. not again. what the hell? it happened for real this time. there's no way, i thought. and then that was when i realized i am still in a dream. somehow i knew. because i woke up soon.

AND EVEN AFTER I WOKE UP. IT HAPPENED AGAIN. my laptop, same happenings. the screen went wild. i couldn't see what's on it. and the third time I was sure. this is a dream. i'm sleeping. surely that's what happened. i was...????

huh. oh. but then i forgot about all that until several hours later, which i am writing right now. i looked up to meanings of dreams in google but most of it seems to be too general for me to take away. like... it's too vague. (i don't actually believe dreams meant anything). but i guess...? that's it.

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monday, april 17th 2023.

i💀 perhaps recollecting dreams that i remember isn't a good idea but alas. this time i'm in a dream. i'm aware of being in a dream. and i saw the lights, vivid around me. i'm in a mall or some sort of shopping centre, outside. i walked and realized i'm in a dream, but in my head i was like, close my eyes or else it's going to stop. so i did. i walked, just thinking how weird it is knowing everything around me isn't real. the people walking, the tables and chairs, the trees, the light that appears from the lamps. it's like very typical mall. a place i visited before but also not quite. so i walked until i arrived at a lift. the lift is big!! like, four times larger than a normal lift. there's people there. in my sleeping head i noticed the faces seems familiar but different enough for them to be foreign strangers. all this while i'm aware i'm in a dream, then the lift took off. i was thinking of what to do... because it's interesting but also it's lowkey scary💀 i don't want to have existentialism crisis lol

then sooner i just woke up like that. i noticed the windows in my room, some light shone and realized i'm not dreaming anymore. i try to close my eyes, thinking of the setting but i ended up sleeping pretty peacefully after that. dreams are wild like that.

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saturday, may 6th 2023.

just had the weirdest dreams ever. in this dream i was a guy that had a history with music bands. i met the band once (in the dream), and after a while, i left, but somehow was invited? to meet up with them. it's in bali. pretty far from my place, that i rented a car and a driver guy to get me there. wrote his number on a piece of paper.

we got to bali, some obscure street. the car i rented left, and i visited the place i used to visit, and the neighborhood is luxurious. theres unnecessary pool, but also, some people in traditional clothes doing...i don't know, preparing for a religious day. turned out someone told me, it's an important day there. i shouldn't be wandering where the locals are doing they're thing, disturbing them. and also the fact that the bands (he knows them) isn't staying here anymore but a few blocks away. i kind of want to look for the place.

i went away somewhere. and for some reason this guy that told me about the day, took me somewhere. i don't remember where. i just know it's a... crowded day. lots of visitors. and i get it, bali and all. i think it's a beach, or someplace. the weird thing is, people need to leave their shoes in a big changing locker like hallway, to visit the place. doing like the others do, i place my shoes at some rank among the others, and also i placed the piece of paper containing the number of the driver guy there. i went inside, whatever inside is.

i was confused, where am i being lead on? some staff? led us, me, to another room. this time a literal changing room. and whatever happens i don't remember but being confused because a foreigner was in his beach-ready attire in some dark?? changing room, and i frantically looked for a way to exit. found it, back to the hallway with shoes. but the most important thing. can't find my shoes. can't find my piece of paper.

i shuffled and walked back and forth, scanning the shelf for my shoes. there's like, ton of shoes and i can't remember where i put mine. i was also getting anxious because the piece of paper... it contains the number of the car driver guy. how the heck am i going to return home like this? bali is a lot of kilometers away... i can't take bus, it's like 20 hours long drive. (and why is renting a car better idk), so i looked up ticket flight for the evening flights to my place. yeah, way too out of my budget.

at this point i panicked, i want to go home. but i can't. there's cameos of people from the same college extracurricular activities i partake and me trying to hide from them, because of course i am. they're in groups, im alone. i also met two classmates from high school when i was looking for my shoes. for some reason they're sitting in the shelf (it's a big shelf), and i assumed they're dating. weird... but the guy waved to me when i walk pass them.

and then. i never got home in this dream. i woke up feeling panicked and worried, thinking what should i do... what is my mind trying to tell me idk but the fact that there's recurring plot is kinda worrying. eh... 3 is a small sample to make a conclusion for.

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few minutes after that.

Messed around with chatgpt to decipher my third dreams. hello... WTF??? it feels like being read. Um. Lowkey not doubting the fact that the earth is going to be taken over by robots in the future but. Like, gg, humanity. To just sate my curiosity I asked. And disclaimer i honestly think dreams are just whatever our brains rack to fill in the void that is the darkness while I sleep, so it probably was just some worries coming to the surface, I don't... I don't think it's like a big spiritual thing where some unknown entity put ideas in my mind... But anyway, I this is that they said,

"...desire of change or a need to let go of something that holds you back..." EXCUSE ME,

"...you are lacking in support or guardian in your waking life..." way to tell me im a loser without friends, Mr. AI

"...fear of losing control or stability..." I MEAN DOESN'T EVERYONE ELSE... STOP PUTTING MEANINGS OVER NOTHING *I said as I continue reading*

"...unable to find your way home despite your efforts could suggest that you feel stuck or trapped in your waking life, facing a difficult situation you can't seem to solve..." UMM..... yea... overanalyzing much me thinks. (not....)

Ha! It's just...! This thing really analyzes my dream like how it would dissect a character for an essay. I am slightly disturbed and perplexed. I mean, the interpretation seems like it's a general consensus of things, and, lowkey, I feel like I could... See? How it c could be interpret like this. Being served on a cold plate like this though... Um. Okay. I need to take a bath.

"...feeling like you don't have the tools necessary to navigate forward..." ouch

[saintlike78]

Hey, can you do a poly marauders x fem reader where they get jealous because a slytherin boy is flirting with her because she has a snake ring ? Sorry if that was oddly specific, also you can decide if it’s fluff or smut ☺️

The snake ring and the snake [poly Marauders]

A/N: I loved this idea! Thank you so much for the request! I decided not to do smut since I haven’t written a non-smut poly Marauders fic before, but I hope you still enjoy it.

Pairings: Poly! Marauders x Fem! Non-Slytherin! Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff, polyamorous relationship, flirty Slytherin boy… Idk, but let me know if I missed anything.

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The sound of pages being turned and voices speaking lowly filled the large library. The book in front of you had long lost its appeal and the words were all blending together as your mind wandered. You were daydreaming of the boys that occupied your thoughts, as they so often did. Your elbows were resting on the table, your fingers mindlessly fiddling with the golden snake ring placed on your right pointer finger. You loved your ring; it never left your finger and you never intended it to. It had been a gift from your three boyfriends when you had celebrated six months of being together.

The three boys were sitting a couple of tables away from you, having been shooed away as they often were the cause for your lack of concertation.

They often spared glances in your direction, not actually paying attention to their own work, as they were just waiting for you to be done so you all could head back to their dorm.

You were so caught up in your little daydream that you hadn’t noticed the boy with the green tie taking a seat beside you, a small smirk adorning his face.

“I like your ring,” he said causing your gaze to snap to his face.

“Thank you, I like it a lot as well,” you said with a smile.

“A pretty ring for a pretty girl… it would be even more perfect if you were in Slytherin,” he said moving a bit closer to you. You figured he did so just to observe your ring better, you were painfully blind whenever someone was flirting with you, and it often got you in trouble.

You laughed a little, “I don’t think I would fit in very well with you lot, but it would be fun to try to be a Slytherin just for a day.”

“I could show you our common room someday,” he offered, scooting even closer, your shoulders practically touching.

“I would love to see it! I want to see all the common rooms before we’re done with school… I’ve already seen the other three, so I’m only missing yours,” you said excitedly, completely missing the flirty suggestion that the boy had insinuated. You were just excited, hoping you could bring your boys with you, so you all could see the dark common room in the dungeons.

It was at this moment Sirius decided to look in your direction; his jaw almost hit the floor when he saw you sitting shoulder to shoulder with another boy, not just any boy but a Slytherin boy.

“Oi lads, look!” Sirius said while pointing to you.

The two other boys looked up from their books and were equally as shocked when they took in the sight before them.

They all saw you laughing at something the boy had said and none of them missed the sly smirk that had taken over his face.

The jealousy was growing in each of them, a frown taking over their faces as they observed you, blissfully unaware of the Slytherin boy’s intention.

You were just too nice for your own good and loved making new friends, especially from other houses, which your boyfriends often admired you for, but right at this moment, they wished you would just be less nice.

“I can’t handle this,” Sirius seethed, angry jealousy churning in his gut.

“She’s just being nice,” James tried, even though all he wanted to do was to shove that boy as far away from you as possible.

They watched as you tipped your head back, letting out another laugh. They were all memorized by the sound of your pretty laugh, but anger boiled in all three of the boys at the fact that someone else was causing such pretty laughs to leave your mouth.

Sirius’ eyes rolled up in his skull so many times, you would think they wouldn’t come down again.

“Well since she’s no longer studying, we can go join them,” Remus suggested, to which both boys nodded and quickly gathered their stuff and bolted towards your table.

“You can come by later tonight,” the Slytherin boy, whose name you had learned was Harry, suggested.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun to see it in the daytime? Then I could see the lake as well from the windows,” you said, still not picking up on his intentions.

“We could do it both during the day and during the night,” Harry said with a wink.

“That would be so fun,” you smiled, very excited to finally be able to see the Slytherin common room.

“What would be fun, Bunny?” Remus asked, your three boys now standing by your table.

“Oh hi! Harry here has invited me to see the Slytherin common room, so I’m finally going to have seen all four common rooms,” you said with a happy clap of your hands.

Remus, James, and Sirius all mentally facepalmed at how completely gullible you were.

James and Remus moved to sit on the other side of you, while Sirius went with the more territorial approach.

He stood beside your chair lifting you from it, “Up you get, pup.”

He then, not so gracefully, sat on the chair pulling you onto his lap hugging you close to his body.

Harry sat beside you, moving his chair away, so he wouldn’t be sitting so close to Sirius.

“And who might this be,” Harry asked, slightly annoyed and confused.

“Oh yeah, sorry… these are my boyfriends, James, Remus, and Sirius… and this is Harry,” you answered, also introducing Harry.

“I was hoping they could come to see the common room as well since they haven’t seen it either.”

“Uhm, I thought it would just be us… Uhm, but I guess,” Harry answered clearly confused, causing your three boyfriends to smirk.

“That would be so great, so we’ll come later this evening if your offers still on the table?” you asked hopefully.

“Uhm, yeah, sure…” Harry answered awkwardly.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so fun, isn’t it Harry?” Sirius said, not really looking for an answer.

“And how nice of you to invite our girl to see your common room, wouldn’t have expected such niceties from a Slytherin,” Sirius added in a passive-aggressive tone, seeing right through Harry’s offer.

“Yeah… no problem, mate.”

“But we’ll all see you later then… bye,” Remus said and waved goodbye, a not-so-subtle hint for Harry to leave.

“Uhm bye,” Harry quickly scurried off, not wanting to agitate the boys any further.

You moved so you could sit sideways on Sirius’ lap, so you could see all three of their faces when you talked to them.

“What was that all about, pup?” Sirius asked, trying not to seem jealous or angry.

“What do you mean?” you said with a slight tilt of your head, not understanding what he meant.

“You were going to go to the Slytherin common room with him?” Sirius clarified.

“Yeah...? I mean, I was going to ask if you could join right before you came over, but then you came and he said you could come as well,” you were utterly lost, not understanding why they all seemed so angry.

“Oh, darling, you are absolutely adorable,” James laughed, causing Remus and Sirius to do the same.

A frown pulled at your lips, you weren’t very happy with being the bud of the joke and you were even less happy with not understanding it.

“I don’t understand what’s so funny,” you pouted.

“Aww, puppy,” Sirius smirked and kissed your pouting lips.

“Harry was flirting with you, he didn’t actually want to show you his common room, he did want to show you his dorm room though,” Remus explained causing your frown to deepen.

“Oh… I thought he was being friendly,” you mumbled in a small voice fidgeting with your fingers in your lap.

“You’re just our sweet girl, being nice to everyone, even when you shouldn’t,” Sirius said kissing your cheek and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

Your face turned red with embarrassment, and you buried your face in the crook of Sirius’ neck inhaling his masculine scent.

“I just wanted a new friend, and I made him think that I was going to hook up with him,” you said sadly, your voice muffled by Sirius’ clavicle.

“It’s okay, Bunny, you’re just bad at reading when people are flirting with you,” Remus said, trying to suppress his urge to laugh.

“Yeah, just think about how long it took before you realized we were flirting with you,” James said with a small laugh.

You let out a small laugh at that, thinking back to before you got together and how absolutely oblivious you had been.

“But I would never purposely flirt with anyone else, I didn’t mean to give him the wrong idea,” you said lifting your head, wanting to make your point very clear.

“We know, pretty girl, we just want other guys to understand that they shouldn’t flirt with what clearly doesn’t belong to them,” James said, reaching for your hand across the table and squeezing it.

“But do you still want to go see the Slytherin common room?” you said jokingly.

“If we really want to see it, I could just force good old Reggie to give us the password,” Sirius said with a slight laugh.