#i hope u enjoy !!

[ateezlibrary]

im going thru a major seonghwa brainrot and i just want a fic of him teasing her gf throughout a party and he takes her home mid function and edges her manhandles her leading to overstimulation ( he has a sir kink )

This is like my 2nd or 3rd time ever requesting an author so plz dont judge me i dont know how this works😭

coming undone. (seonghwa x reader)

summary: a silly little bet goes a little too far, causing a certain someone to go back on his bargain.

genre: pure smut (nsfw, mdni) (tw: sexual content, overstimulation)

word count: 2,714

the way that i just laughed at this request for the chaotic panicking lol as long as you don’t judge me for being a little rusty in my smut writing!

“Another round, my love?” you call over your shoulder as you stroll into the kitchen, peering into the fridge for the tonic water. Like clockwork, you reach for the handle of gin on the counter and mix yourself another drink. Yeosang rounds the corner to meet you, outstretching his hand with his solo cup prepared.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you laugh, measuring his mixture haphazardly before clinking your own cup against his. The familiar taste of ripe juniper berries meets your tongue, the alcohol warming your throat with its familiar burning sensation. From the living room, Hongjoong is fiddling with the playlist, save for when he circles the room to rearrange a pillow or put aside someone’s shoes.

“Is there a reason you’ve been staring at Hongjoong that I’m unaware of?” Yeosang teases, leaning against the wall beside the kitchen as he glances at you in amusement.

“I am not!” you retort, knocking back the rest of your drink before setting the cup down to mix another—only this time, it wasn’t for you. “He just looks like he needs a drink, is all.”

“Well, good luck with that,” Yeosang chuckles, rolling his eyes. He glances at the crowd exchanging lighters on the balcony with a nod in your direction. “I’ll be outside if you need me.”

The playlist changes to its next track and the mood of the room shifts near instantly, settling into the smooth R&B beat that thrums against the walls. You sway as you walk, mouthing the lyrics as you snake through the crowd to the far end of the room where Hongjoong was perched beside the speakers.

“One gin and tonic,” you lilt, offering him the drink in your hands. He takes it with a soft chuckle under his breath, tilting his head back as the alcohol slid down his throat. You observe his neck hungrily, lips parted as you lean against the wall beside him.

“Think I’m doing the party justice?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear so you could hear him above the music. He gestures to the speakers, though you barely register anything beyond the shudder down your spine.

“Absolutely,” you reply, reaching for his drink and taking a swig yourself. You’re about to continue bantering with him when, out of the corner of your eye, you notice something particularly interesting.

You watch as Seonghwa, clad in his all-black outfit you’d helped him pick out, stood beside a notably attractive guest of the night. Her long raven hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, her outfit a near twin to his. Her makeup compliments her features incredibly, smudges of dark eyeliner and a glossed lip. Seonghwa whispers something to her that causes her to throw her head back in a fit of laughter.

She rests a hand on his shoulder, shaking her head at whatever he could have possibly said. He gestures to her drink, seeming to offer her a refill before heading to the kitchen himself. You scoff at the sight, turning back to Hongjoong with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“You look fine as hell tonight,” Hongjoong comments, a lazy grin etched across his face as he takes another sip of his drink. You couldn’t tell if it was the jealousy nipping at your stomach, the warmth of the alcohol, or just sheer attraction to Hongjoong in the moment that was warming your face in response. “Trying to impress someone?”

“Hoping that it’s you?” you tease, your eyes trailing down his figure as you laugh.

“So what if I am?” He inches closer, turning his body so he’s hovering just above yours where you lean against the wall. Over Hongjoong’s shoulder, you meet Seonghwa’s eyes as he’s returning to the living room with drinks in hand for him and his plaything.

His gaze darkened as he pressed his tongue against his cheek, shaking his head as he returned to the girl waiting on her drink. Seonghwa drapes an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against his side as they resume their conversation. 

“Do I get something in return for looking ‘fine as hell tonight’?” you poke at Hongjoong, looking up at him through your eyelashes. His breath hitches, fingertips ghosting down your sides and coming to rest at your waist in a tight grip. You hum under your breath at his touch, shifting your gaze to Seonghwa’s eyes that were now deadlocked on every move Hongjoong made.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“What do you want, princess?” Hongjoong asks in a low voice, one that would have had you melting in his arms before Seonghwa sifts through the crowd and pulls you away from him by your arm. You gasp in surprise, not looking back as he drags you with him towards the bathroom.

Finding a seat on top of the counter, you watch as Seonghwa hurriedly locks the door before turning to you. He settles between your legs, shoving them apart forcefully and pulling you close so that you were flush against his chest.

“I don’t want to play that game anymore,” he growls, one of his hands snaking up to your hair and pulling it back roughly so that you were forced to look at him. A laugh slips past your lips, though it’s becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the heat that crept towards your core at the way he was behaving.

“We haven’t even gotten into it yet,” you retort breathlessly with a greedy smile on your face. “And, this was your suggestion.”

A silly little wager. Seonghwa swore up and down before you’d left for the party tonight that he was not, nor would he ever be, the jealous type. You agreed, doubling down on your own belief that you weren’t the jealous type, either. Given how new your relationship was, you hadn’t had time to share the news with your friends—making tonight’s party the perfect scenario to test one another.

Though, it seems as though Seonghwa failed miserably.

“You think you’re funny, huh?” he chuckles, his grip tightening on your hair as you let out an involuntary moan. “Playing with Hongjoong in front of me like that.”

“Oh, so we are the jealous type now?”

Seonghwa laughs again darkly, releasing his grip on your hair and sliding his hand down to wrap his fingers around your neck. He leans forward, ghosting his lips over yours as he whispers against them.

“So, you’d let Hongjoong fuck you tonight if I hadn’t stopped you?”

“No,” you answer, shuddering at the way he bites your bottom lip. You move to close your legs for some sort of friction to ease the nerves pricking at your core. Seonghwa notices what you’re doing, pressing your legs further apart with his in response.

“No, what?” he snarls, and you know what he’s expecting.

“No, sir.”

Seonghwa groans against your mouth before yanking you off of the counter and turning you to face the mirror in one swift motion. Neither of you had bothered to turn on the lights, your eyes adjusting to the dim moonlight filtered through the bathroom window. He held a hand to the nape of your neck, the other pressed into your waist so that you could feel every inch of him against your back.

“And you want me to fuck you tonight?” he asks, his voice a strained whisper against your ear. You say nothing in response, earning fingers pressed deeper into your waist. “Unravel you like the pretty little slut you are?”

“I—I,” you stutter between deep breaths, meeting his hungry gaze in the mirror with a moan.

“Use your words, babygirl.” He hikes up the satin fabric of your skirt, dancing a hand across your thigh dangerously close to your core.

“I need you to fuck me tonight,” you practically beg, feeling the way his length hardens against you at the way you whined for him. “Please.”

Without warning, he lets you go and moves to unlock the door.

“Let’s get going, then.”

* *

The two of you left the party in a flurry of hasty goodbyes, messy kisses in the elevator, and a car ride home with Seonghwa’s hand rested firmly on the inside of your thigh. You took not more than two steps into your shared apartment before he kicked the door shut behind him, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head against the entryway wall.

His lips meet yours hungrily, the two of you a tangled, moaning mess. You fight against his grip, desperate to run your hands through his raven hair. He only grabs your wrists tighter, trailing kisses down your neck before biting down on your collarbone. You moan wantonly, arching your back to beg for more of his touch when he pulls away with a haughty laugh.

“Fuck, you sound so delicious,” he groans, almost immediately slipping his hand up your skirt and pressing his fingers against the soaked fabric of your underwear. “And you already feel even better.”

“Please,” you whisper, and he begins to brush over your clit in slow, tantalizing circles.

“Will you be a good girl and get my fingers wet for me?” Seonghwa asks, his own voice low as he begins to tug at the edge of your underwear expectantly. His eyes are hooded with lust, hair disheveled, and yet, you’ve never found him more attractive.

“Yes, sir,” you manage to get out before he plunges a finger into you. He falls into a steady rhythm, trailing his tongue back along your neck and biting down on your earlobe with another groan beneath his breath. Your stomach is in knots as you rock your hips against his hand, gripping on his shoulders to steady yourself as your legs grow weak.

“Please, don’t stop,” you beg breathlessly, dropping your head back against the wall with another series of moans. Seonghwa quickens his pace, slipping another finger into you and curling them against your walls. You whine at the sensitive touch, bucking your hips in approval. Your chest heaves as your breath is caught in the back of your throat, your core tightening as you feel your orgasm creeping beneath your skin.

“I-I’m going to—”

And out are Seonghwa’s fingers.

“What the fuck?” you snap, eyes wide as you stare at him angrily. He scoffs, licking the taste of you off of his fingers with a sly grin. You were seeing red, and for no good reason. You were close. So, so close.

Without an answer, he lifts you from behind your thighs so that your legs wrapped around his waist and carried you to the dining table. Pulling your skirt and underwear off, he pries your legs apart and stares down at you with a newfound lust in his eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

The command is so simple and so intense all at once. Your cheeks flush as you meet his eyes, the way he devoured every inch of your body on that table without so much as touching you. On one hand, you were tempted to push his buttons and tease him enough that he’d take you then and there.

On the other, you really wanted to come as soon as possible.

Biting at your bottom lip, you slip a hand between your legs and begin to rub against your clit in the same slow circles he was doing not long before. You notice the way his jeans tighten at his bulge, his cock twitching at the sight of you. He settles into one of the dining chairs, a front-row seat to the show you put on for him.

“Such a little slut for attention,” he purrs, pupils dilated as you slip a finger between your folds. You moan at his comment, pumping your finger quicker than before. He pulls you by your thighs so that his mouth is right at your entrance, suddenly moving your hands so that he can slip his tongue into you instead. The sudden shift urges you to arch your back, a drawn-out sigh escaping you.

The wave begins to rise more quickly this time, a response to not being able to come just moments earlier. You feel your breath hitch in your throat, the pressure building in your stomach as you’re about to warn Seonghwa.

And, like clockwork, he pulls away again.

“Seriously?” you bark as you sit up in disbelief. He grabs your chin, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip as he arches a brow.

“I’m still not convinced you want me to fuck you,” he remarks coolly, though the shakiness in his voice proves to you that he’s not far from coming undone himself. You pant desperately, beyond frustrated that two chances to find release slipped right past you.

“Please? Please make me come, I’ll beg as much as you want.” You inch towards the edge of the table again, grabbing desperately at the fabric of his shirt. On a good day, begging this much to be fucked felt beneath you—but after coming so close only to have it ripped away, you felt willing to do anything. “I’ll be as loud as you want, just don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa growls again, unfastening his pants and hooking his arms behind your legs as he positions himself at your entrance. He shoves himself into you, falling into a steady rhythm as he rocks his hips against yours. Your toes curl at the pleasure gnawing at your core, the way he hits the right spot with every move.

Pulling your legs over his shoulders, he angles himself to thrust even deeper into you. The sensation causes you to moan even louder, throwing your head back as you writhed against his touch. You could hear the way he was struggling to contain himself, his breathing fast and shallow.

“Look at me when you come,” he commands breathlessly, fisting your hair in his hand and forcing you to crane your neck to meet his eyes. You could barely keep focus as you felt your orgasm rising at the pit of your stomach, gnawing at your walls and at every thrust he made into you. With one final gasp, you shudder as the orgasm rocked your body and forced you to come undone all over his cock.

Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath when you realized—Seonghwa wasn’t slowing down.

“I still haven’t come.” An intoxicated smirk dances across his lips as you watch the way he puts himself into every thrust into you. You clench around him tightly, panting at the added sensation that came from your nerves falling apart.

“Ah, fuck—!” You nearly scream at the sensation, the way he continued to bury himself deep within you even though you were far beyond your breaking point. “S-Seonghwa, I can’t—I—”

“You can take more, babygirl,” he pants, pushing you over the edge just as he did before. The second orgasm shatters every last nerve inside of you, your legs weak and your core nearly numb from the overdose of pleasure.

“Please—fuck!” You finally let out a guttural scream, shuddering as Seonghwa rubs tight circles against your clit. Swollen and throbbing from the release, yet still somehow so responsive. You jerk your hips erratically against his touch, feeling his pace grow unsteady as he finally succumbed to his release.

He slides your legs off of his shoulders, chest heaving as he helps you to sit up and steady yourself. You’re shaking and completely undone, yet somehow more satisfied than ever.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, scanning you for any signs of regret or that he’d done too much. You pull him in for a gentle kiss, the gentlest act either of you had engaged in all night.

Finally able to catch your breath, you pull away with a lopsided grin of your own and ask, “So, you are the jealous type, huh?”

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 propmt fill Part3 Tr3s

The sprinklers activated in an instant and covered the centre in a deluge of water. Whatever scientists remained scrambled to recover what remained of their creations before the water could irrevocably damage them. In a hidden corner, one Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent made knowing glances to each other, a mutual agreement reached in seconds after decades of friendship. With the help of a crowbar, the men quickly pry open one of the exit doors, making way for panicked civilians to exit the premises, 'Brucie' giving comfort to those distressed by the recent events. It wasn't long before they had to make themselves scarce. They had their sons to rescue, there was no time!

As Bruce and Clark snuck out into the empty hallway, having been quickly evacuated by a Gothamite's natural self-preservation instinct and discipline from years of attacks. They nodded, and went their seperate ways. Clark to go change into his Superman outfit, and Bruce to calm the inevitable deluge of reporters before changing into his own costume.

Cameras flashed over the front entrance to the event, blinding the last few stragglers to leave, and Bruce, standing tall against the crashing sea.

"Mr Wayne! What can you tell us about the new villain that Joker has teamed up with?"

"Mr Wayne, how does Wayne Industries intent to secure future events from attacks on this scale?"

"Where is Damian Wayne? Sir how can Wayne Industries secure the future of Gotham if you cannot protect your own children?"

"Mr Wayne is it true that you allowed Jack Fenton to attend the event despite knowing he was a quack?"

And on and on and on. Bruce never intended to give these people what they wanted. He had children to save, and investigations to conduct. Before he could excuse himself, however, a roaring boom echoed down the street like summer thunder. Reporters screamed as they trampled over each other to escape the path of a silver behemoth charging down the road. Thick metal plates lined its exterior. A large satellite dish adorned its top, and jutting out from the sides were massive guns. The van sported too many OSHA violations to be anything less than a tank on four wheels than any civilian vehicle. Batman will have to crack down on whatever corrupt whitecollar criminals allowed this monstrosity on the roads.

The van charged right up to where Bruce was standing on the pavement, before coming to a terrifyingly rapid halt, so sudden that the entire vehicle jerked forward from its momentum. It would have been cartoonish if it hadn't stopped cleanly right in front of him. The front door slammed open, and a pair of black-gloved hands grabbed Bruce by the shoulder. In public surrounded by cameras, Bruce was helpless but to comply.

"BRUCIE WAYNE! I'VE BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU!"

Bruce scanned the interior of the van in an instant, clocking in the undignified Clark Kent clinging to his seat like a child to their parents leg, tie messed up and suit creased. His classes were crooked on his face. "He just scooped me up like I was paper mache, Bruce!" The man's voice was shaking.

"Strap in Brucie, because the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle cares for no trivial matters like traffic laws, or even physics laws!"

What kind of branding was this? "The Fenton Family wha-" Jack slammed the gas. The GAV rocketed into max gear in an instant. The force threw the poor man off his feet. Bruce went hurtling into the backside of the GAV and crashed with a bang. The G-forces kept him glued to the wall like a black-suited starfish, at least until Clark extended an arm to peel him off.

"I'm starting to think you might be right about him being a supervillain." Clark whispered.

Bruce grimly nodded.

"Alright so now that we're all together, here's the plan folks!" Jack said, tone all too cheerful for the chaos he was creating on the road. Innocent cars swerved out of the way of the advancing war machine. Pedestrians clung to lampposts and fences as gale force winds blasted them from its wake. "Let's start with the bad news: Our kids have been spirited away by suffering spooks! The good news: The Fenton Radar works!" Jack tapped on a screen on the van's console, showing two beeping dots on a radar map.

"BUILDING!" Clark yelled. They were rocketing right into a townhouse.

Jack yanked the wheel to the left. The GAV turned 90 degrees in about half a second, turning both passengers into ragdolls thrown across the side. On the outside, a subtle Superman-shaped dent was visible. "Thanks for that, Clarkie! Now I'm sure you guys aren't as experienced as me and my lovely wife Maddie are in hunting ghosts, but don't worry! I can give you a crash course."

"Please don't say crash course." Clark quivered.

"Could you maybe slow down?!" Bruce yelled over the roaring engines.

"No can do, Brucie! Any slower and the GHOSTS will leave the Fenton Radar's range, and then we'll never get our kids back!"

"I think I'm going to be sick." So Kryptonians can get nausea from high-speed vehicles, interesting. He'll have to update his file.

"The Joker and his associates entered your portal and set it to blow, how can we even get the kids back if they're on the other side!"

Jack turned around with a smile. "That's what the Fenton PortaPortal version 2 is for! Never leave home without a spare, my grandpa Fenton always said!"

"Dr Fenton, that bridge was destroyed in a gang fight!" Bruce shouted. Construction workers were already scattering, but a thick concrete barrier stood in their way.

"No need to worry, Fenton engineering can handle a little hole here or there!"

"The entire bridge was destroyed, we're going to fall off!"

"I love your sense of humour Brucie, but even if we did it wouldn't matter!"

"I really think it does, Dr Fenton!" Clark gripped the bottom of the nearby seat hard enuogh to dent.

"Nonsense, watch this!" Jack pushed the gas even further, as if that was even possible. The GAV reduced the concrete barrior to smithereens. "Go go Fenton Famliy Ghost Assault Vehicle: Aerial Mode!" The mad scientist's shouted in glee. He pulled another lever, activating a pair of wings from the sides.

Clark would deny screaming like a girl to the end of his days.

~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in the Zone...

Danny shifted nervously in his position, atop the swarm of Lydia's bats, and flanked by the freaking Joker of all people on one side and Freaking Freakshow on the other. What did he do to deserve this?

If It was just the Joker and Freakshow, he would just happily transform and kick the snot out of these clowns, but sadly he's not alone.

Also tied up with rope both human and ghostly were one Damian Wayne and Jon Kent, the former of which looked none too pleased about the current situation. While Damian spat vitriol upon the Joker and his "D-list half-rate assisstant," with man himself largely ignoring his words to fawn over the chaos of the Realms, Danny contemplated his options. Good news: Freakshow hadn't blown his secret yet, which was cold comfort for the moment, seeing as if he had, he'd just be able to punch these suckers and be done with it, but nooo. Maybe he could overshadow the other boys and hypnotise them into forgetting? Was that a thing that can be done? Would've been convenient, and because of that, Danny suspected it's wishful thinking. If it worked, great, if it didn't work, well Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne have ties to the Justice League, who have ties to the government, who hire the GiW, so there's a non-zero percent chance such a stunt would end up with him on a dissection table.

Which means he's left playing the waiting game, spectating the Joker jumping up and down like a fangirl over all the green, and purple, and fighting, and death. First day in Gotham, guys.

"Psst." Jon whispered to him.

Danny said nothing, but leaned a little on Jon's side.

"Don't worry, we're gonna be ok, I'm sure the J-J-Justice League will be here. Just sit t-t-tight, ok?"

Wow, that was really touching that he was trying to comfort Danny, but the ghostly part of him didn't even need to feel Jon's shaking, or hear his stutter to know the kid was absolutely terrified. Now that he thought about it, it really should be him doing the comforting.

"Eh I wouldn't hedge my bets on it." Causing the other boy to squeak in fear. Curse you, snark instinct. Why can't you be heroic and reassuring instead.

"Neither would I, boy." Freakshow said, almost like he was rubbing in just how much danger his secret was in.

"You will unhand us, or you will know the meaning of pain in every sense of the world. This I tell you. I will feed you to my chickens. I will cut up your flesh and grind it into paste and then fertilise my vegetable garden with it. You will regret crossing me."

Jon let out the faintest whisper, something Danny would've never heard if he wasn't a ghost, and a master of quiet sounds. "Really selling the normal kid act here, Damian."

"On the contrary, lovely chlidren, I believe it is you who will soon become ghosts. NEYEHEHEYEHEH" Oh god here comes the gratuitous laughter. "I can't believe such a t~~tttttTANTALISING opportunity has been out there for me this whole time! AHAHAHAHAAH. And for you, my little children, to have come to this wonderful little science expo alongside your dear old daddies only to become part of the exhibit?" The Joker cracked into laughter, slapping his knees and collapsing in fitful giggles.

Each of the free boys gulped, each of them considering how to save the apparent civilian(s) among them without exposing themselves...

@impyssadobsessions

[ofthecaravel]

Happy Pride!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Another voiceover video as promised

No script, no educational content, just vibes 😎

[vinecovered-mech]

me explaining cornley to my friend:

[lu-sn]

Gremlin Macau for the prompt ? Or ramble on about Macau? 😬

huh. how the heck did you know i think about macau 24/7 😂

here's a post-canon headcanon for you:

neither vegas nor pete are any good at taking photos. vegas will obediently point a camera in macau's direction whenever macau asks ("uh, yeah, hia, i can and will shove all fifteen of these marshmallows in my mouth, are you doubting me") — but vegas doesn't have the instinct to take photos on his own, and the only selfies he's ever taken are thirst traps and dick pics as part of his ill-advised seduction attempts (not that macau knows this, bless his soul). pete, on the other hand, wasn't allowed a cellphone as a bodyguard, and cellphone technology evolved eight times over during his tenure, so pete can't take a good photo to save his life. stray blurry fingers in the corners of photos, light glare, terrible framing, that sort of thing.

what this means, of course, is that neither vegas nor pete have a ton of great photos of each other.

but macau is a fucking pro at this shit, okay, macau has studied the blade. so macau takes more than enough photos for the three of them, because he's great, and someone needs to document all the shit they do, and hia and phi better be thankful—

and they are. they'll linger over his shoulder as he's going through his photos, and they'll go "macau, that one's really good," and "can you send that to me?" and macau will start to sense a pattern. namely, his brother and his (soon-to-be!) brother-in-law are gross sappy dorks, and are farming him for photos of each other.

so macau, because he's the bestest little brother ever, starts to deliberately sneak shots of each of them to send to the other. totally unprompted, he'll send vegas these stunning candid shots of pete — pete playfully biting into a chicken skewer, pete waving at macau from a distance while leaning casually against their car, pete smiling off into the sunset. and vegas is down bad for these photos, macau sends him one when they're in the same room and gets to hear vegas make the most embarrassing strangled noise when he opens the notification and macau busts a lung laughing at him about it. (vegas does not put him in a headlock over it, because vegas is an addict, and vegas knows better than to piss off his dealer.)

the catch?

the photos that macau is sending to pete, of vegas... are terrible 😂 meme-worthy levels of cringe. vegas caught mid-snore, vegas's face scrunched up mid-blink, blurry chipmunk vegas with his mouth full of some food or the other. macau even manages to get a shot of vegas tripping and almost faceplanting over a loose branch on the sidewalk, and macau and pete cannot stop giggling about it for a straight fifteen minutes. (vegas is extremely suspicious, and also doesn't want to know, thanks very much.) pete eventually starts setting these photos as his phone lock screen and it drives vegas insane, but of course in the end he lets pete do whatever pete wants. of course he has no idea macau is the real culprit. (this con goes on for years.)

(but macau loves his brother too, so every once in a while, he'll do his brother justice. and he'll send something to pete, and he'll see the most gentle smile spread across pete's face, and he'll think, hell yeah. nailed it. best bro award goes to ME.)

[fxreflyes]

happy holidays @kaaaaaaarf! <33 a winter scene in the style of the peanuts comics inspired by your masterpiece of a fic 🎄

[st-hedge]

just started hades and u were a big reason why i bought it. other than the fact it was on sale for 10 dollars. lol.

LMAOO fuck yeah and that is a steal 🤝

[xkuja]

Ok so going forward every spicy thread I write here or discord or anywhere will include the phrase “chrysanthemum cave” and that is happening so do not say you were not warned

[prettyflyshyguy]

C VIRUS AU - MINI FIC

"LET ME GIVE YOU SOME ENCOURAGEMENT"

Slllliiiiiiiiiideeessssss onto your dash to drop this randomly in the middle of the night.

No AU art to accompany it today sozzles. Been really low energy physically but mentally my brain goes brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Just a short story, may be a follow up part 2 if I can figure out what to write for it. Leon and Ash go on holiday cause they deserve it. In this short fic Ash hasn't seen him mutated before. I LIVE for the reveal, so of course I'm going to fabricate as many moments as I can with characters just to write different reveals. I'm looking at you next, Chris.

Just been going mental over Tye's RE4 Fic and its inspired me to write more Leon + Ashley interactions. They're so good together.

[dacrylite]

here to make a request! what about your design of matt? 0.0

*give you a very tired thumbs up*

[melondaskelet0n]

ok, ok, no robot I understand- but I still need a ref

DAD! I- YESSIR 🫡🫡🫡

ANYTHING FOR U

(My roblox avatar is an OC and it's the one purple hair and has a tuxedo thingy including a beanie)

[crispysnake]

"is this okay" "it's more than okay" absolutely screamssssd vaxleth to meeee

it is PERFECT for them and there are so many amazing things I could've done with this prompt but this came to mind first and I thought it was cute IM SORRY😭I just <3 my girl being awkward ok?

Something Keyleth learned early on with Vax, is that she did not know how to makeout.

Well that isn't entirely true, she's getting the hang of it, she knows it's just kissing a lot, and she likes kissing Vax, a lot. Her issue lies with never knowing where to put her hands. Her first two kisses came at a complete surprise to her, she didn't have time to think about what she was doing in the moment, and for the first little while after her and Vax got together, it stayed mostly soft pecks, a kiss to the back of her head or shoulder as he passes by, pressing a long one to her temple after some of their more dangerous battles, Keyleth really likes kissing him goodnight when he's already half asleep, he smiles so warmly against her lips it makes her stomach do flips and her heart beat loudly in her ears.

But then that brings her to now when she and Vax have indeed been kissing for a while, which she so smartly initiated the second he walked into her bedroom, pressing him against the door. The wood of the keep creaking gently beneath their feet, only the glow of a couple candles, only the smell of greenery, light rain, and a midnight breeze pushing through her window.

It seemed like second nature the way one of his hands found her lower back, pulling her closer, and the other gently holding her face, tilting her head slightly to press his lips to hers. She doesn't understand how he can be so effortlessly hot every waking moment of the day. Keyleths fingers stayed loosely laced behind her back, letting him lead her where she needs to be, but it doesn't take long before she becomes entirely too concentrated on the fact that her hands aren't on him. Keyleth unlinks her fingers, slowly bringing them around and hesitantly raising them, hovering awkwardly between their bodies, it only takes a moment for Vax to sense her distraction and pull away, sometimes it feels like magic, how easily he's able to read her. His eyes flicker down to her hands, back up to her lips, then to her eyes with a slight smile.

"Are you alright?" he asks quietly into the very little space between them, Keyleth feels herself nod a little too quick "yeah no of course" she lies, ok maybe Vax being able to read her easily isn't in her favor all the time. He feels Keyleth shift her weight nervously from side to side and is about disengage before "Can I uhm.." Keyleth brings her hands up and rests them on his shoulders, her fingers anxiously twitching and shifting against his shirt. The way Vax watches her curiously, all while smiling gently, makes her feel rather ridiculous about this whole ordeal. "Is this okay?" She whispers, searching his face, studying every shadow for any signs of discomfort.

Vax does not know what he did in his past life to ever deserve someone as gentle as she is. He puts his forehead to hers, "It's more than okay" He whispers in return, he removes his own hands only for a moment to put them on her forearms, leading them up and around his neck.

Keyleth smiles breathlessly, and timidly pulls him closer, his hands sliding down to her waist. She likes to think that the longer they're together, the more used to being this close to him she'll get, but standing here, in the most comfortable silence, watching the firelight dance across his features, simply smiling at eachother, she knows no matter how long its been, the butterflies in her stomach will never cease.

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader 162

warnings: none hmh masterlist

NYC at night is a whole experience. The cars honking, people laughing together and yelling at one another the next minute, the man on the corner near the bookshop who always plays the sax--you always drop a few bucks in there every time you pass him. It’s just…magical. John doesn’t find it so magical but he’s a kind of a butthead sometimes. That was said with affection, of course.

Jimmy has been talking about doing a pub crawl for years, and he’s finally planned one all out. You’re not much of a drinker, no one in your group really is, but it’s the experience and atmosphere that everyone is looking forward to the most, and of course getting to spend time without kids around. You’ve already been to two bars now, and you’re on your way to the third right now where Aurelio and Amanda are waiting.

Holding hands with John, you swing your hands back and forth and grin when he looks over at you. He leans down to give you a kiss, then he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

John leans closer and whispers in your ear, “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” you tilt your head back, smiling at him.

Jimmy holds the door open for you all to head into the next bar, and you look back to see him whispering to John. He says something back to Jimmy and shrugs his shoulders, and Jimmy claps him on the back. Suspicious. You stop and raise your brows, and John smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing.” he whispers in your ear, then he kisses your cheek, “Gonna get something to drink. Want anything?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m good. I’ll sip off whatever you have.”

“Whiskey?” he asks, and you scrunch your face a little. “Whiskey sour?”

“Yeah! I want the cherry!” you smile, and he presses a kiss to your lips before walking over to the bar.

Jimmy is standing near the table with everyone else, so you walk over to him and lightly punch him in the stomach. He dramatically doubles over and groans before he stands up and looks at you with a goofy grin on his face.

“Look, I'm not usually nosy, but I am tonight, so what are you whispering to John about?”

“Nothing.” he laughs, glancing over at John at the bar.

You put your hands on your hips and give him a stern look, “James.”

“Nothing, I promise. It’s nothing bad.” he says, and you squint your eyes at him in hopes that he’ll spill something. “I promise, Y/N. It’s nothing bad. Would I lie to you?”

“Well, no, but you two are best friends and if he’s talking to you about something and not me, then I wanna know what it is. I know that makes me an overbearing wife, but he would do the exact same thing with Tess--he has!”

Jimmy laughs, “What makes you think he’s talking to me about something?”

“You two have been whispering to each other all night and he was at your place for hours yesterday!”

“I just needed his help with something. You were more than welcome to tag along.”

You frown a little, “I don’t think he wanted me to tag along.”

“He did,” Jimmy smiles softly, “When doesn’t he want you to tag along?”

You frown even more, “Wait, he wanted me to come with?”

“Of course he did! I don’t think John feels like John unless you’re around.” he says, and you put your hand over your heart, “Dude, I’m not kidding, the guy is obsessed with you. So, trust me when I say, it’s nothing bad. We just had a talk last night.”

You immediately perk up, “A talk?”

“Fuck…” he puts his hand over his mouth, “Seriously, Y/N, I promise it’s nothing bad.”

“He hates me.” you say, and Jimmy starts to laugh, “Nope, he hates me and he wants a divorce.”

Jimmy continues to laugh, “No, he just needed to talk to me about something that he couldn’t talk to you about, okay? He just needed a guy’s advice.”

“Well…that doesn’t make me feel any better.” your voice is so quiet that it’s easily swallowed up by the music, and you look up at Jimmy.

“Fuck, you look so sad…”

You shrug, “Why can’t he talk to me? I’m his wife.”

“It’s not like that,” he says, then he looks up to see John coming over, “Look, I promise it’s not bad. I know he’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You slouch a little when John brings drinks over for everyone, then he turns to you and holds up the drink, showing you that he got an extra cherry. You give me a small smile and try not to cry when you feel your eyes starting to burn.

John doesn’t keep secrets and you don’t either, so you’re wondering why he won’t talk to you but he’ll talk to Jimmy about something. Sure, it could be something totally male related that he doesn’t want to talk about with you, but you’ve shared some pretty gross stuff with him and have always felt he’d do the same thing with you. Now this puts you in the position of spiraling all night.

You could just ask him, pull him aside and talk to him, but you already know he’d never want to talk about it while you’re out with friends, and whatever it is that he talked to Jimmy about wasn’t something he wants to talk to you about anyway, so there’s no point.

“Having fun?” John whispers in your ear, and you nod when you look at him. He rubs his hand on your back and pats it before he walks over to Aurelio when he holds up some darts.

Sitting down at the table, you look over at John and watch as he chats with Aurelio, then he looks at Jimmy when he walks over. He says something to make Aurelio laugh loudly, but John just chuckles a little, only a smile spreading across his face.

“Oh!” Amanda gasps, and you look over at her as she runs off to hug Lauren when she walks in with her husband, Anthony.

That has to be it! John was probably just nervous because Anthony would be hanging out with you guys again, which you don’t really care about. Anthony used to work with John, but you don’t mind him. He’s pretty cool and you like his wife, Lauren.

You catch Jimmy’s eye when he looks over at the table--most likely checking on Tess--and you gesture to Anthony. Jimmy furrows his brow and shakes his head a little, and you gesture to him again.

Jimmy laughs and walks over to you, “What?”

“Is that why he talked to you? Because Anthony is here?”

“What? No. Y/N, stop worrying about it.”

“I can’t!” you yell over the music, holding Jimmy’s gaze, “Why can’t he talk to me?”

Jimmy sighs and kneels down so he’s eye to eye with you, “Listen to me, he loves you. If I’m telling you that it’s nothing to worry about, then it’s nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re like my little sister.”

You nod your head as you look down, “You’re right.”

“Come on, we only have one more bar to go to.” he nudges your arm and smiles, “Have a drink.”

“Okay.” you force a smile and nod your head.

John is standing over with Aurelio still, and you look over at him just as he looks at you. He gives you a small smile and holds up his drink to show you the cherry in it, and you shrug and turn your back to him.

__

The car ride back to Mill Neck wasn’t bad since you rode back with Tess and Amanda. Aurelio and Jimmy are in the car with John--both of them are absolutely wasted, so you’re sure John is loving that. Amanda had a few drinks and doesn’t feel fit enough to drive home, so they’ll be crashing at Tess’ house.

“Hey,” Amanda turns around and taps your leg, “You okay? You’ve been so quiet.”

You shrug and look at her from the backseat, “I’m okay.”

“Goose…” Tess leans up to look in the rearview mirror, “Talk to us.”

“Jimmy said that John needed to talk to him last night for ‘guy advice’ and I’m pretty sure he’s going to divorce me now because he probably thinks I’m hideous or he’s just sick of me being clingy, or these last two weeks without me around all the time has made him realize what a mistake he made and now he’s ready to just walk out and leave,” you sigh loudly once you get it all out, “He needed to talk to Jimmy about something that he couldn’t talk to me about.”

Amanda looks at Tess for a moment before they both burst out laughing. You watch them from the backseat and cross your arms over your chest until they stop.

“I’m sorry,” Amanda looks at you and reaches back to touch your knee, “But that is just plain stupid.”

“He’s crazy about you. Are you kidding me?” Tess adds, and you look at her, “You know he’s crazy about you.”

You shrug, “Maybe he’s not anymore.”

“These last two weeks have been a lot for you, babe,” Tess smiles softly, “But I’m sure it’s not what you think it is. Talk to him when you get home. I’ll bet he’s just waiting for a moment alone to talk to you.”

You shrug one shoulder, “Maybe.”

Tess pulls into her driveway and puts the car in park, and you hug her and Amanda before heading across the street to your house. Just as you come around the hedges, you bump into John’s solid chest.

“Oh, I was coming to get you.” he wraps his arm around you to keep you from falling, and you look up at him, “I thought you’d wait for me.”

“I didn’t know you were coming to get me…”

John laughs, “Of course I was. It’s almost 1 in the morning. I wasn’t going to let you walk over here alone in the dark.”

That’s love. John definitely still loves you.

“Oh.” you blink a few times and shrug, “Well, we better get home.”

John takes your hand and walks with you up the driveway, but he lets go to unlock the door. He steps in and turns on a light, then he smiles when you walk past him. You’re barely in the door before you bend down to take off your shoes. You scoop them up and quickly head up to your room, only stopping for a quick second to pet Bleu. Just as you stand up from putting your shoes in the bottom of your closet, you hear John come up to the bedroom.

“Are you upset with me?”

You turn around and look at him, “Are you upset with me?”

John laughs, “No. So, are you upset with me?”

“No.” you look at him before you pout a little, “Jimmy said you needed guy advice from him…”

“God, Jimmy…” John rubs his hands down his face and sighs, “Did he tell you what we talked about?”

You shake your head, “No, but I always thought that when you’d need someone to talk to, you’d come to me. You have before in the past, and I’m not sure if there’s been a shift in our relationship lately, or I’ve done something to make you feel like you can’t talk to me--”

“We haven’t had sex in almost two weeks.” he says, and you look at him. He puts his hand over his mouth, rubbing his beard before he throws his hands up a little, “We haven’t had sex and I was worried something was going on, so I went to talk to Jimmy. He’s talked to me about that stuff before, so I wanted his advice.”

“Oh.”

John lets out a small laugh almost like he’s embarrassed, “Yeah.”

“Well, were you planning on talking to me?”

“Yeah, tonight when we got home. We stayed out later than I expected.” he says, and you nod your head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out before he steps closer, “You’re still…into me, right?”

You scoff as you look at him, “Are you kidding me? Yes, abso-fucking-lutely.”

This makes John smile, which makes you smile even more.

“You’re still into me, right?” you ask, and John grins as he nods. “I know it’s almost been two weeks…”

“Why?”

You walk over and sit down on the bed, and John joins you. He reaches for your hand and holds it, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“I’ve been so tired…”

John laughs as he nods, “Me too.”

“I feel like I’ve barely hung out with you for the last two weeks. I feel like I’ve barely even seen Ronan. I get called into the shop here and have to drop her off with my parents while you’re in Manhattan.” you look down at your hands and sigh, “The Manhattan shop was such a bad idea. We just struggle.”

“I know,” he sighs, then he looks at you, “But I don’t want to get rid of it.”

You smile, “I wanted one shop. The dream was a shop.”

“I thought having only a few people out there would be the way to go but it’s just getting too busy. I need to hire more people who know what they’re doing.” he admits, and you bite your cheek, “Baby, look at me. It’s all handled, okay? I also talked to Jimmy about that, about running a business, and he was a great help. He gave me some advice, so I’m going to follow that advice.”

“It’s gotten more popular than expected. Word must have gotten out that it’s John Wick’s shop,” you say, and he lets out a small laugh. “People probably come in and search through books for hidden weapons.”

John bumps your shoulder as he laughs, then he wrap his arm around you, “I have some interviews lined up for this week. We’ll figure this out.”

“Didn’t we just deal with this?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that your bookstore is gaining so much popularity!”

You start to laugh as you look at him, “I thought you hated me or something.”

“What?” he looks genuinely baffled and a little hurt, “Baby, that’s not going to happen. Ever. I have missed you more than you can even know lately. My time has been so divided between the shops and I’ve barely gotten to see my two favorite girls.”

“So, what are we going to do?”

John takes a deep breath, “I have it all figured out. That’s why I was at Jimmy’s house last night for so long. When I came home, Ro was in bed and so were you.”

“You could have woken me up…”

“For sex?” he asks incredulously before he starts to laugh, “I’m not an idiot, peach. And I’d like to keep my arms.”

You laugh, “I wouldn’t have broken your arms and I would have totally been up for sex.”

“Well,” he shrugs as he looks around, “We’re alone now.”

You let out a loud laugh as you flop back on the bed, “Not as hot when it’s planned.”

John hovers above you and rests his hand on your hip, “Why don’t we go down and finish the last of the chocolate cake you made the other night?”

“Cake. Great foreplay,” you whisper as he leans down to kiss you. You pull back and look at him, but he rests his hand on the back of your neck and brings you back to his lips for another sweet kiss. “I love you, John.”

“I love you too,” he smiles softly and pecks you one before he gets up and reaches for your hands to pull you off the bed.

You walk over and grab some pajamas from your dresser, then you quickly undress and put them on while John undresses down to just his boxers and a t-shirt. You both smile at one another as you walk to the door, and John gestures dramatically for you to go first, which makes you laugh since he’s kind of a dork.

“I was surprised to see Anthony and Lauren tonight.”

“Yeah, me too,” John says from behind you as you head down the stairs, “She’s really close with Amanda. I’m sure you’ll start hanging out with her more.”

You shrug, “She’s okay, but she feels more like Amanda’s friend than mine. I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“What?” John looks at you with his brow furrowed when you look at him, “Why wouldn’t she like you? You’re amazing and sweet, and you’re always kind. You’re funny. Did she say something?”

You start to laugh, “The fact that just two minutes ago I was questioning whether you loved me or not is insane.”

John grabs your waist and pulls you to him, “Yes, it is.”

“I just mean…it’s obvious.” you admit, and he starts to laugh as he nods. You close your eyes and shake your head, “It’s so fucking obvious how much you love me. I don’t know why I question it. I don’t know why I’m like this. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he smooths your hair back and moves you until your back is against the counter, “You don’t need to apologize, but you do need to just let me love you already and just accept that I do love you.”

You laugh, “Same goes to you, Mr. Wick.”

“Lauren has no reason to not like you.” he says, and you nod. “And I’m sure she does.”

“Yeah, but don’t some of Jimmy’s friends feel like his friends and not yours?” you say, and John nods. “Like that one guy, ugh, what’s his name?”

John laughs, “I know who you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, so he’s more of Jimmy’s friend than yours. You wouldn’t hang out with him without Jimmy.” you shrug your shoulders, “That’s how I feel with Lauren. She’s super nice but I’m not sure what we have in common.”

“I can think of some things, actually.” he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. You hold his gaze and nod when he raises his brows. He’s talking about himself and being with someone just like him; a retired hitman. “Sure, you two might not have everything in common, but you have a few big things in common.”

You chew on your bottom lip a little, “Yeah, that’s true.”

John moves past you to get a plate from the cupboard, then he places a piece of cake on it, “But at the end of the day, I don’t think she doesn’t like you. She’s just Amanda’s friends and that’s okay. When you do hang out with her, she’s nice, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” he says, handing you a fork with a smile on his face, “There’s not a single person in this world who doesn’t like my peach.”

You snort with laughter, “That’s just not true.”

“Is too.” he pecks you quickly and smiles, “Everyone loves you.”

“No, pretty sure that’s not true either.” you laugh, and John shakes his head slowly, “But if you say so…”

John pulls you closer to him and kisses you deeply, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” you kiss him quickly and take a bite of cake while he watches you.

“If you say so.”

__

When John said the new shop was getting busier than usual, he was not joking. There’s no where to park anyway, but the few spots that are out front of the shop are all taken. John says that he can drop you off, then just park behind in the alley and enter through the back door--yes, you made a joke about it.

As soon as you walk inside, you’re faced with a shop full of people. Thankfully none of them are really paying attention to you since they’re actually looking at books. Maya smiles and waves at you, and you give her a wave back before quickly heading downstairs to the office. You drop your things off and head back upstairs to see if they need help with anything. Some people want to see some books in the cases, but John is already there helping someone.

You stand back and smile while you listen to John describe the intricacies of the binding, and you see him light up every time he talks about it. He loves it so much, and it’s something he’s so proud of. After he’s gotten those few people taken care of, he looks over at you and smiles.

“You’re so cute,” you wrap your arms around his waist and smile, “Telling them all about your work. It’s adorable.”

John presses a kiss to the top of your head, “You ready for some interviews?”

“Yes, sir.” you let go of him so you can stand up straight, “Any of them here yet?”

“Not a clue,” he looks around the crowded shop. “Probably best to get most of these people out of here first.”

You and John both branch off to help the remaining customers until there’s only a few people left. It’s usually never this busy, but again, word has clearly spread about John owning the shop. Part of you wonders if he’d want to sell. You wander around the shop to see if there’s anyone else in need of help, then you go downstairs and find John sitting at the desk.

“Hey,” he glances over from his laptop, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you smile at him, then you take a deep breath, “Do you think we should sell?”

John immediately looks at you, “Not at all. Why? Do you think we should?”

“I mean, if this is going to continue to be a stress for us, then yes, I do.” you admit as he looks at you, “I don’t want you to be stressed out.”

“Baby,” he gets and walks over to kneel in front of you, “That’s why we’re hiring even more people. I’m hiring managers now, so those will be the people who can take care of the big things when we can’t.”

“I guess sometimes you just think of the glamorous side of owning your own business and forget about the other shit that comes with it.” you sigh and look down at your hands, “I’m so sorry I’ve put you in this position.”

John shakes his head, “You did not put me in this position. I wanted to do this. I never knew I wanted to own a bookshop until we started talking about it one day. I want this too. Just because you said it was your dream first doesn’t mean it isn’t mine now too. We’re doing fine.”

“But are we going to hire managers and still have these problems?”

“No, because they will know how to handle it.” he reaches for your hand and squeezes it, “This is what I should have done in the first place. It’s why I asked Jimmy for help. I didn’t want to come to you, like a failure.”

You meet his gaze, “John, you are not a failure at all. At all. You hear me?”

“I do,” he laughs, leaning up to kiss you, “I hear you. Look, there’s a few people coming in today, so it would be nice if you stayed here for that.”

“Of course.” you stand up and watch as John moves the chair over to the other side of the desk so you’re next to him, and he kisses your cheek before you sit down.

John sits down and pulls your chair even closer to him, “You gotta make sure I don’t fuck up and hire someone horrible.”

You scoff, then you turn to him, “If you and I weren’t married and you still owned--”

“Yes. 100 percent yes, I would hire you.” he says before you can even finish your question, which makes you laugh loudly. “And I’d keep you late after work some nights so you could help me with something that I really didn’t need help with just so I could spend time with you, and maybe I’d even sneak in a touch here and there--obviously after I knew you were interested.”

“I’m interested. In whatever life, whatever scenario. I am interested.”

John grins wide, “Then I’d kiss you one night.”

“What kind of kiss? Because there are different kinds.”

“Want me to show you?” he whispers, and you nod your head as you lean closer.

John places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him, but he lingers just above your lips for a moment before he lightly brushes his against yours. You let out a little pout that makes him smile, and he looks into your eyes for a moment before pressing his lips to yours. He reaches for your hand and pulls you from your seat to stand in front of him, then he slides his hands down to your knees where he pushes a little to get you to straddle his waist.

“I would kiss you like this, then…” he whispers as he moves to your neck, “Then I’d kiss you here. Then I would move my hands up to your waist and pull you closer so I could feel you against me. I’d slide my hand down to your ass and give you a little spank since you’re being so naughty.”

You laugh as you sit back and look at him, “You like when I’m being naughty though.”

“I do, I like it very much,” John pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you tight so you can’t move, “I love you.”

“Hey, John? Y/N?” Maya calls down the stairs, and you move off his lap and sit back down. She smiles when she gets to the bottom of the stairs, “I have someone here for an interview.”

John clears his throat and nods, “Send them in.”

“Ooh, you sound so professional.” you tease, and John winks at you, “I think we might need to do a little role-playing tonight. Boss and employee.”

“Hmm,” he hums, then he smirks, “I was hoping to see my favorite student Veronica again.”

You puff up your chest and cross your legs, “Play your cards right and you just might see her.”

That makes John laugh, which makes you smile. He reaches over and taps your leg, then he grabs some papers and gets ready for the interview. You grab a pad of paper and pen to put in your lap so you look professional or something, then you sit back and wait. Your phone chimes on the desk and you lean forward to look at it; a text from your mom who is watching Ronan this afternoon.

Helping Grandpa in the yard.

You smile as you look at the picture of Ronan clinging to your dad’s hand as he waters the flowers. You lean over and show John, and he smiles.

“Look at her,” he whispers, zooming in on Ronan, “She’s getting so big.”

“I can’t wait to see her after this,” you look at the picture and smile, “She loves her grandpa.”

Footsteps are coming down the stairs, so you quickly put your phone away and look up at the door as a younger woman, probably around her mid 20s, stands there. Her dirty blonde hair is up in one of those effortlessly messy buns that you can never figure out how to do. She smooths down her skirt and fixes her shirt a little as she steps into the office. You perk up and smile at her, then you stand up and introduce yourself.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. This is John.” you say, gesturing to him as he stands up to shake her hand.

“Macie,” she smiles and shakes your hand, then shakes John’s.

You gesture for her to sit down as you sit back next to John, and you look over at him as he starts the interview. He’s so much better at it than you, and he always knows exactly what to ask them. They go over her past work experience, her experience in management--she previously managed another bookstore, so that’s a good sign! They talk about why she’d be a good fit and how she could help improve the store. She’s willing to work whatever hours she’s offered and she’s flexible.

To you, you think she’s kind of a perfect fit.

“We’ll definitely give you a call.” John says, and you smile at her as she shakes his hand and yours one last time before she leaves. He looks over at you and smiles, “She seemed good.”

“Yeah, I liked her a lot. You’re so good at this stuff.”

John shakes his head as he laughs, “No, no, you’re way better. You get to interview the next one.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine.”

Maya hops down the steps and smiles warmly, “Got another!”

“Send her in!”

You cross your legs and look over at John as he grins at you, then he leans over and kisses your cheek a few times before moving down to your neck where he munches playfully. You scream with laughter and try to push him away but he just pulls your chair closer. You finally move away from him and widen your eyes in warning.

“Stop it,” you whisper at him, “This is so unprofessional.”

John scoffs, “Okay.”

You squint your eyes at him when he looks back at you, then you both start to laugh. You try to suppress it as best as you can when you hear footsteps on the stairs, but John reaches over and squeezes your thigh, causing a laugh to burst out of you.

“Jonathan Wick,” you warn him with a point of your finger, “Stop it!”

“You’re so cute when you try to be serious,” he leans over to kiss you, then he looks up at the door.

You fix your hair a little and smile when a woman walks in. She walks straight to John and shakes his hand, then she shakes yours.

“I’m Rachel,” she smiles as she sits down.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, John. We own the shop.” you say, and she nods her head.

John clears his throat and reaches for his phone in his pocket, “I’m so sorry. I forgot I needed to make an important phone call.”

“Oh?” you look up at him and glance at Rachel, “Right now?”

“Yeah, it can’t wait.” he says, and you nod. “I’ll just be upstairs.”

You nod your head and smile when he kisses the top of your head. You can handle this. Interviews aren’t that hard to do. You smile at him when he walks to the door, then you give him a little wave before he closes it behind him.

__

“I don’t know, babe. I really like them both. They both have really good qualities.” you say as you clean off your plate, “Macie knows all the ins and outs of working at a bookstore, but Rachel is very charismatic and friendly. I think she’d be great out on the floor to help people.”

“We’re not looking for charismatic and friendly, we’re looking for a manager who can run the place when we’re not there.”

You furrow your brow and look at him, “You don’t like Rachel?”

“I would just prefer Macie.”

“Well, why don’t you like Rachel?”

John sighs and shakes his head, “Because I think Macie would be a better fit.”

“Now that I know you don’t like Rachel, I want her even more.” you say, and John scoffs before he looks at you and chuckles. “Why not both?”

“I mean, yeah, but…” he shakes his head, “That would be fine, but I think one for now would be good. Macie just makes more sense.”

“Should I be concerned by how badly you want Macie? Because I’m not, but let me know if I should be.”

John looks over at you and raises his brows, “Are you serious?”

“Uh,” you think it through for a few seconds.

“Because you know damn well that you have nothing to worry about,” he says, and you shrug. “Peach, you know you have nothing to worry about. I love you.”

You walk over to John and sit in his lap, “Let’s just hire both and see how it goes. If a month from now, it’s not going well, we’ll let one of them go.”

John lets out a small sigh and nods as he looks up at you, “Okay.”

Ronan squeals from her highchair and smacks her hands on the tray, and you smile as you look at her. Her face and hands are all sticky and covered in food, so you’re not even going to attempt to pick her up yet.

“Are you sure about this?”

You look back at John and hold his gaze, “Yes, I am.”

“Okay.” he nods and pats your thigh, “I trust you.”

“As you should!” you smile smugly, and John wraps his arms around you tight and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek. “Who gets to give this little bug her bath tonight?”

Ronan looks at you and John, then she smiles and smashes more food between her hands and stuffs it into her face--she’s absolutely filthy at this point. John chuckles and rests his cheek against your shoulder, then he hands a napkin to her. She simply looks at it for a moment, then stuffs more food into her face.

“She said no thanks, dad!” you laugh as you get up to get a washcloth. You walk back over and start to wipe her face off but she just cries and kicks her legs, “I know. I know you don’t like when we clean off your face.”

“Her face is so red,” John laughs, cleaning up the dinner plates on the table. He leans down and kisses the top of her head, then he walks over and starts loading the dishwasher, “So, are you going to the shop then?”

You nod, wiping Ronan’s hands off so you can at least get her out of the highchair, “Yeah, I think we should go out there for the first few days. I’m going to give them both a call later and let them know they got the job.”

“Hmm,” he hums, and you look over at him with your brows raised in question. “No, nothing. I just told Jimmy I’d help him with something tomorrow.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay. Just take Ro with you.” you say, setting Ronan on the floor. “I can handle it.”

John nods, “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” you smile as you walk over and kiss him, “I got it, Wick.”

“Okay,” he says softly, then he hugs you tight and kisses you again. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and looks deep into your eyes, “I love you.”

You start to laugh since he’s being so damn serious all of the sudden, “I love you too.”

John holds your gaze for a few intense moments, but he looks away when Ronan tugs on his jeans. He looks down at her and laughs, “Yeah, you need a bath.”

“I got it.”

Reaching down, you pick her up and kiss her cheek, but she reaches out for John. He takes her and hugs her tight and kisses her before she squeals loudly in his face, yanking on his beard.

“She might be a little hyper,” you laugh as you take her back, “I’m gonna get a bath started for her.”

John gently runs his hand from your shoulder down your back, “I’ll be up shortly.”

You furrow your brow a little, “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Nothing,” he smiles sweetly, “I’ll be up soon.”

You squint your eyes playfully and turn around, stage whispering to Ronan, “Daddy is being so weird.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you see John laughing as he turns around and continues cleaning the kitchen.

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Since you want to see how Rachel and Macie are doing, you decided to show up before they get to work. Rachel opens today and Macie will be in around 2 this afternoon. From the sounds of it, they’re both doing really well and fitting right in! It’s nice that they’re being welcomed with open arms here.

You quickly unlock the door and lock it behind you otherwise people will try to come in, then you head down to the office. There are several things on the desk that need to be put away, so you grab them and take them to the filing room that is around the corner.

“Oh my god…” you groan a little when you see the room is a little messy. This room always gets so damn messy. You open the filing cabinet and begin to organize everything since it desperately needs it.

You organize the invoices and other things, getting completely caught up in it until you realize you’ve lost track of time and hear Rachel coming down the stairs. You put things away and get up to close the cabinet up when you hear her voice.

“Okay, no one is here, but he’s literally so gorgeous, I can’t believe it.” she laughs as she walks into the office, “I think he’ll be in today.”

You perk up a little with a smile on your face. Rachel totally has a crush on someone here.

“I haven’t seen him in a few days, but I don’t know, I just think he’ll be in today.” she says, then she’s quiet like she’s listening to whoever is on the phone, “No, no, remember I went on a few dates with him. Things just weren’t right at the time, but I’ve been checking his Instagram a lot lately and he hasn’t posted much of his wife or daughter--oh my god, I did too! I told you he was married.”

Furrowing your brow, you inch towards the door more and listen in. There’s no one here who is married and has a baby except…no, no, it can’t be.

“Yes! But he hasn’t posted much of her lately. He posts his daughter, but not his wife that much anymore.” she says, and your heart sinks to your stomach.

You reach into your back pocket for your phone and go to John’s Instagram. His last picture of you was from two weeks ago, but to be fair he hasn’t posted anything lately. You haven’t either. It’s only been pictures or videos on your story. John has no idea how to work that.

Rachel. It clicks. The moment you close Instagram. It clicks. Rachel was the girl John dated right before he met you. The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer until he blocked her one night.

“Whenever he’s here, she isn’t. I think they’re having trouble.”

You roll your eyes and whisper to yourself, “No, we take turns coming out here because we have a fucking baby and don’t like lugging her back and forth if it’s not necessary.”

That’s it. This is the craziest shit that has ever happened to you. This is crazier than anything that has happened in your relationship. Finding out the sweet guy you were dating was John Wick? Yeah, crazier than that. Well, kind of. That was pretty insane.

“Yeah, I think he knew. I mean, he looked at me when I came into the office, then he got up and left, so I think he knew. I mean, it’s not like he’d forget me! When he was here the other day, another girl was with him, so I didn’t talk to him.” she says, and you furrow your brow, “I think it’s his sister-in-law.”

Tess would go feral if she knew that Rachel worked here.

“Do you think I should talk to him?” she says, then it goes silent for a few minutes, “Well regardless of his wife, I’m going to talk to him. I saw him looking at me, so…”

You roll your eyes so hard that they hurt. Absolute bullshit.

“Yeah, I’ll let you know how it goes.” she laughs, “Fingers crossed I get something from him by the end of the day. I’ll keep you posted. Okay, bye.”

Time to be petty.

You slam the door behind you and walk to the office, and Rachel looks up and smiles until she realizes it’s you. The smile fades quickly from her face.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t realize you were here.”

“I didn’t think so,” you say, crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame.

Rachel is nervous, you can tell.

“Is John here today?”

You shake your head, “Nope, just me. So, uh, are you going to pretend like I didn’t hear that whole conversation?”

“I didn’t know you were here.”

“Oh, so if you knew I was here, you would have just waited until I was…what? Upstairs? Not here?” you raise your brows, “You would have just waited until I wasn’t here and John was, so you could…let me quote you, ‘get something’. Whatever that means.”

Rachel stares at you for a few minutes before she sighs and narrows her eyes a little, “He never posts about you.”

“He hasn’t posted anything, Rachel. And believe it or not, our lives don’t revolve around social media. John doesn’t give a shit about that stuff. He posts pictures because he knows our family and friends like to see pictures of us and our daughter, but if he deleted it tomorrow, he wouldn’t miss it. He doesn’t care about that stuff.” you say, and she rolls her eyes, “You can be mad all you want, but I don’t care. Our relationship is not measured by how often we post pictures of each other. What John and I have is real. It’s not something that we just flaunt on social media for people to see. How we feel about each other is real and it’s something very fucking important to not only me, but to him.”

“Well, when he’s here--”

“Rachel…” you stare at her, “We’re at work. We keep it professional. He isn’t going to bend me over the desk and fuck me. We have a business to run. We wait until we’re closed to do that.”

Maybe you added in that last part just to piss her off. It absolutely works.

“He was mine first,” she seethes.

You start to laugh, shaking your head, “He was never yours. He went on a--”

“Three!” she holds up three fingers, “We went on three dates! Then you came along.”

“I am so confused right now.” you put your hand on your head and look up at her, “You just decided out of no where to apply here?”

Rachel shrugs, “I saw that he wasn’t posting about you anymore, so I figured he was single.”

“But when you saw me here, that should have been your answer. You should have turned around and went home! He’s not interested! He never was. I hate to break it to you but he never was!”

“He was! We went out!”

You tilt your head back and laugh, “Rachel, holy shit. It’s been how long? We’ve been together for almost three years! We’re married and have a baby. We are the happiest we’ve ever been right now!”

“People get divorced all the time.”

“But we’re not. Because we’re happy together. Because John is happy with me.” you say but she just stares at you. You’re being way too nice, you realize, so you decide to put it as brutally honest as you can, “John is not interested. If hell froze over and we got divorced for some reason, he still wouldn’t be interested. He didn’t like you! He went out with you twice--it was twice, Rachel--because he was new to the dating game and because he’s nice. He wanted to give you a second chance but you blew it! He met me and I am what he wanted and needed. I still am, and I always will be. You won’t change that. No one ever will.”

Rachel finally breaks away from your gaze and looks down, “Well, then he’s stupid.”

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes, “Get your shit, leave your keys, you’re fired. You cannot sit here in my fucking shop and talk to me like that. I’m your boss. I own this shop.”

“You can’t fire me without John’s approval. He owns the shop, not you. You can’t do this.”

You walk to the desk and lock eyes with her, “Watch me. Get your shit and leave. Now.”

Rachel tosses her shop keys onto the desk and grabs her purse, walking to the door. You stand with your back to her until you hear her stop, and you turn around to look at her.

“When he divorces you, he’ll reach out to me. They always do.”

You scoff and let out a laugh, “Okay, Rachel. I’m not sure that’s something to be proud of.”

She turns back and heads upstairs, so you follow behind to make sure she doesn’t cause a scene or anything since some staff are getting here. Her heels clack on the wooden floor as she walks to the front door, and you hold your breath until she leaves, hurrying down the crowded street.

You finally let out a big breath and feel your entire body shaking with adrenaline and anger. So much anger.

“Mrs. Wick…”

You jump when Maya’s voice comes from behind you, “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were here.”

“I…I heard you two talking, so…” her eyes soften, “Is everything okay?”

“Um,” you nod your head and look down at your shaking hands, “Yeah, yeah, I think so. You know how to open, right?”

Maya nods her head, “Of course.”

“Macie will be in soon, so…” you walk aimlessly around before turning back to her, “Um…”

“Mrs. Wick, I think you should go home.” she says, reaching out to touch your arm, “Or at least sit down.”

You nod your head as you look at her, then you head back downstairs. As soon as you plop down, you get your phone out and send a text to Macie to ask if she can come in an hour early--she immediately answers and says yes. You grab your purse and keys before you head out to your car.

Not only was Rachel being dishonest, John’s been lying to you.

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You’re beyond pissed right now. Rachel obviously kept it a secret that she knew John, but she slipped up. John hasn’t even mentioned it to you that he knew her. You feel so stupid. You advocated for her! You rallied for her to get hired as well. Yes, John wasn’t on board with it, really, but still. At any moment, he could have told you that he knew her, and he should have.

Taking a deep breath, you walk into the house and see John sitting on the couch. He perks up when he sees you and smiles wide.

“Hey, you’re back early.” he smiles, setting the remote on the coffee table, “I’m glad. I was missing you.”

You set your purse in the chair and toss your keys onto the table while John watches you closely. It doesn’t take him long to figure out something is wrong.

“What happened?”

“Well, I had to fire Rachel.” you say as you look at him, holding his gaze, “I think you can probably guess why.”

John inhales deeply and scoots to the edge of the couch, “I didn’t tell you because--”

“No, no, no, I don’t want excuses. You didn’t tell me. That’s it. You didn’t tell me.” you shake your head, “I don’t need your excuse as to why. The problem is that you didn’t tell me. So while I’m sitting here saying how great I think she is, how she’ll be a good asset to the shop, you sat there completely silent and let me look like a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.” he says, reaching for your hand, but you pull away.

“John! You fucking knew the woman and went out with her! Like, you realize how stupid that makes me look?” you hold his gaze when he looks at you, “How would you feel if we hired someone I dated?”

John shrugs, “If we talked about it…”

“Stop! You would not be okay with it.”

“I would be!”

You scoff, “So, you think I’m overreacting then? Since you’d be so cool with someone I dated working at the shop.”

“No, I just think…” he stops and shrugs as he looks at you, “I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Well, I don’t care what you want right now, unfortunately. I’m mad, I’m embarrassed. I don’t trust you right now. But you know what? I’m allowed to feel those emotions, so let me feel them.” you say as he looks away, “My husband has lied to me and pretended not to know someone he’s dated and someone who has completely disrespected me. I didn’t forget how she’d comment on your posts--even on pictures I was in--and ask to go out again. I remember all of that! I’m tired of pretending like it didn’t hurt my feelings, because it fucking did! I get that it was almost three years ago, and I am over it, but I never really brought it up. I hated how you didn’t defend me and call her out. You just left her comments there. It made me look stupid.”

John just looks down at his hands, “I didn’t…I don’t know what to do in these situations. I’d never been in this type of situation before. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

You sigh loudly, ���I’m really upset, John, and I’m trying so hard not to cry right now because I’m so hurt by what she did this morning.”

He immediately looks up at you, his expression changing to genuine concern, “What did she do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now! Right now, I just want to be left alone so I can calm down a little. I’m really fucking upset and I’m only not yelling because Ro is sleeping.”

John nods his head and exhales, “First off, I am so incredibly sorry. Of course I don’t want you to be mad at me, but I will respect your wishes and let you be upset with me even though everything inside of me is screaming to fix it right this minute. I know I can’t. I know you’re not ready, so I won’t try. I’ll give you the space you need so you can do what you need to do. But just know that the second you’re ready to talk, I’m here and I’ll apologize as many times as you need me to.”

If there’s one thing John understands, it’s needing space to calm down.

“I appreciate that, I really do.”

John stands up from the couch and cautiously walks towards you. He just lightly touches your arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head. It’s just something sweet to let you know he understands and he’s ready to talk when you are.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he whispers, then he turns and heads into the kitchen.

Your chin wobbles as you walk to the side patio door and step outside, heading down to the lake. You sit down on the dock and wait a few seconds to make sure John hasn’t followed you. It’s only when you realize that you’re alone that you let yourself cry into your hands.

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tell us about tiger..... top 10 tiger facts #please

I present to you, him!

But let's start out with the basics before moving to facts. His name is Tiger, 41 years old, 7ft tall, trans man and currently a mercenary in Night City! This one's getting long so it goes under a read more but here you go!

He is a nomad. Buuuut... he doesn't run with any clan anymore, not by choice though. Roughly 10 years ago he lost his camp in a fire thanks to some corps or god knows who deciding to beef it out right near their camp, not really caring about people getting caught in the crossfire. Many died and those who survived scattered, maybe to join another clan, maybe to a different city, but Tiger doesn't really know. He very much returned repeatedly to see if anyone else would still be there, hoping to find his family which he didn't see with the other bodies. Never found anyone though, not alive at least. Tiger also lost his husband in all of that, taking the ring of his body and still carrying it with him. Being a guy with nothing to his name now, he set out to NC, city closest to where they were camping at the time and just kinda... let himself be taken along, never quite processing any of that, not wanting to face his grief. He did very much consider trying to join in with another group but also it felt.. wrong? He just could never bring himself to. But all of this also very much does lead to him struggling with being a nomad, is he really one still if he isn't moving with a clan? Especially faced with this when he and V encounter the Aldecaldos. Which is a whole other thing I could talk about but damn this first fact is getting long !!!! Also I've never quite settled on which of the Big 7 his group belonged to... At least I think its 7 big names n theres all these little subsections... Gots to sniff my little lore book again some time.

He has a niece! Which he didn't know until recently. A little bit of a happy development after the first fact is that his parents and sister did actually make it out alive, but it wouldn't be until a few years later once Tiger made a name for himself with boxing that they'd find him. In the time they were seperated his sister had a daughter, Ellie. And by god does he love his niece dearly. He spoils her rotten and she loves her uncle so much, thinks he's the coolest.

Tiger is a mechanic/engineer. His interest has always been cars and engines and you've got to keep stuff running around the camp somehow. If your car is making a weird noise, your motorcycle isn't starting or your generators are acting funky, he can fix it. Tiger loves anything mechanical. Anything hardware related he loves messing with. Computers may not be his expertise as much but he loves learning and trying new things.

He is an ex-animals member. Tiger was easily scooped up by the animals, hard to miss a guy like that and he's already got the whole big cat theme going on so he fit right in. Things wouldn't always go smoothly though and eventually he turned into a guinea pig for them to test new and cool concoctions for enhancement which very much very experimental. But he wasn't aware of that, it happened gradually and without him really noticing. His sister very much did pick up on him behaving odd and differently, looking sickly and all that which resulted in her hiring mercenaries to invesitage for her. It wasn't an easy job for them but they did find evidence and it didn't take much to convince Tiger to leave. And leave he did. Safe to say he and the rest of the animals are not on good terms.

He loves cooking!!!! Nothing like a good hearty meal to keep you happy and healthy!

Tiger very much picked his name at a young age. He always loved reading about big cats, fascinated by them. His interest resulted in his parents calling him their little tiger as nickname but it just stuck and he loved it so much. To him its like his parents picking his new name, in a way.

He knows its cheesy, tacky and over the top to have a lot of things on his body be themed after a tiger, leaning into all of that but it makes him happy. The tail, his truck, his clothing, a lot is influenced by that. Though obviously he doesn't only build his identity around that, but its a big part of him that brings him joy.

Because I've seen someone bring it up in the tags on one of my art pieces of him. Tiger can't purr, he considered having something like that done but no, he chuffs, like a tiger does. One could say its a vocal stim. Most of the time he does it in greeting, to agree with something or when he's happy. Little happy noise.

The tail isn't just for looks, a lot of his cyberware very much serves a purpose outside of being just for looks. Tiger works together with his ripper to have the cyberware do exactly what he wants. The tail helps with balance but can also be used to hit someone or grab onto something. He has full control over it but it does also idly move to reflect his emotions or reactions.

His truck is called Leviathan. The truck in question:

It was lost for a little while because it broke down on the way to NC, he didn't have the needed tools to fix it so he had to abandon it, as much as it hurt. Returning to the spot he left it at it was just gone and he was unable to track it down. Very much took from the nomad specific quest in game here but yea the geolocation pinged again and he was able to find it again.

In summary:

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Sorry to @urdnotgrunt for stealing your Pock with no warning