#my sweet little snapdragon

[precious-and-petulant]

I think that went well! An❁ther rep❁tting f❁r my m❁re difficult little plant, but it's f❁r the best. They'll adjust and be better f❁r it!

Unf❁rtunately my c❁w❁rker is T❁TALLY having an affair with D❁llie that BITCH. Pyth❁n if y❁u're reading this y❁u SUCK and I hate y❁u and if y❁u t❁uch my plants I will EAT Y❁UR S❁CKS.

Anyway. G❁ing t❁ get a new plant s❁❁n! ^-^

[shadebloopnik]

Terra: Princess Philiana is just such an innocent little sapling isn't she?

Adrian: Yes, meek little thing. I passed by her today and she clammed up and could only nod with those big bright eyes of hers.

Hettie: She's definitely very subdued. Its expected of her age I suppose, but she's just a bit too sensitive.

Mason: Its good that she stays here, she'll never make it out in the real world.

Hunter, internally: I once saw her burn down a chair, gather the ashes and drop them into her flowerpot to see if a plant could live on ashes instead of soil. She was 5, and managed to convince me to get a replacement.

[13eyond13]

hc voice for you!! gentle & engaged–maybe a bit like the english va for nausicaa from nausicaa of the valley of the wind, but a little deeper!

Aww thank you that's a sweet headcanon 😆

[mydarlingem]

ever since we met

guys we are SO BACK i bring gifts <3 didnt realize how much i would miss writing on here. currently working on rewriting old work and new stuff so i can get back to posting on a weekly basis. hope you have been well and enjoy!!

cw. sakusa kiyoomi eats pussy, what more could you need

wc. 1800

you met sakusa kiyoomi two years ago when he took over his father’s business. every monday and saturday at 4 pm, he knocked on the back door of your flower shop. big boxes filled with one the best flowers for you. it was also two years ago when you first opened the door for him that you realized you loved him. he was so sweet and kind, always taking time to ask about you and following up on events in your life. you figured he did this with everyone on his route. little did you know that your sweet kiyoomi did not ask questions about any of his other deliveries.

he was determined to get to know you, however long it took him. he knew the movies you saw, the terrible dates you went on, your favorite flowers and your least favorite customers. no detail was too small for him, because he did care about it all. he liked your passion for your work and your love for the people around you. ever since he knocked on that door monday at 4 pm two years ago he has loved you. he knows it crazy, and he can't rationalize it for the life of him but he knows it's the truth. he knows you probably don't reciprocate but god he can't help it.

“hey kiyoomi what did you bring for me today?” you say with a smiled as you prop open the door for him. the way you say his name makes him weak in the knees, he loves how comfortable you are around him. “besides my beautiful face, everything you had on your list and an extra case of snapdragons because i know you always run out by thursday.” he smiles at you and sets down the boxes. “you really are the best thank you” you say as you walk back over to the counter to continue cleaning roses. “how are you today my favorite florist?” he asks as he sets down the last three boxes in their designated spot. “busy and understaffed” you sigh. “glad to know things always stay the same around here” he smiles and hands you a clipboard for a signature.

he likes the way you sign your name, he can't explain it but it suits you. “you know you are the last delivery of the day, so is there anything i can do to help out?” he takes the clipboard back from you as you hold back from speaking for a moment. “i have so much to do are you sure?” you ask hoping it's not just pity. “i'm here for whatever you need” he says as he takes his hoodie off and sets his things down. you never realized how many tattoos he has, or how big his biceps were. maybe him staying was good for morale. “would mind cleaning some mums for me?” he nods and steps to the counter to start.

its quiet for a little, the silence isn't awkward though. you look over at him, he's so efficient. his hands are so perfect, how is he so perfect? his voice snaps you out of your trance. “how was that date you had last week?” he asks, not looking up from the flowers in his hands. “lets just say i won’t be seeing him again” you exhale softly, mentally pleading that the very attractive man across from you will not ask you to embarrass yourself further. kiyoomi laughs softly before speaking again, “i can't believe we have never hung out outside of work” he says as he continues to clean flowers. his heart was racing at this point, you made him so nervous he was hoping you couldn’t tell.

“i know it's so crazy! we have to do something soon” you say with a smile. “well what are you doing this weekend? there’s a new bar i want to check out and i’d love to take you.” “if i didn't know any better i would think you were asking me out on a date kiyoomi” you smile before looking up at him and making eye contact with him. “and what if i am?” he says still smiling, your cheeks were so hot, was he messing with you? “well i'd think you were joking” you say trying to control the tone of your voice. he sets his flowers down as he makes his way to the other side of the table where you stand with shaky hands.

“oh im dead serious pretty girl” he runs his hand along your jaw tilting your chin towards his face. he's smiling at you like you hung and the moon and stars just for him. hes so close all you can smell is his cologne, god did he always smell this good? you aren’t sure who leans in first but your lips touch and suddenly everything feels so right. hes holding your face in his hand but slowly becoming so desperate as he kisses you. the cold metal of his lip piercings feels so good against your lips. you can't seem to get enough of him and you wrap your arms around his neck. he taps your thighs as you wrap your legs around him, he gently sets you on the counter. he breaks away from the kiss breathless and rests his head against your shoulder “you're so perfect” he all but whimpers against the skin of your neck.

“i've wanted to kiss you for so long” you say as he kisses your neck, and you run your hands through his soft hair. he moans softly at the contact and lifts his head up to kiss you again. standing in between your thighs he wraps his hands around your waist, smiling into the kiss. he can't believe this moment is real, he can't believe he finally worked up the courage to to act on his feelings. the all too familiar jingle of the front door opening snaps the both of you out of your bliss. “fuck” you say as you hop off the counter, “hi ill be right there." you look back to kiyoomi “will you please stay i promise i'll be so quick”. he smiles “dont worry im not going anywhere sweetheart.” you smile and kiss him on the cheek before running off to the front.

this might be the happiest he’s ever been. you’re so soft and sweet and oh my god he loves how gentle you are with him. he loves the effect he has on you, in fact he may just never move from this spot in the hope that you kiss him like that again. “thank you have a great day” you chirp as your voice breaks him out of his trance. you appear into the doorway to the back of the door with a smile. “hi” you say as you make your way back over to him, “hi sweet girl” he wraps his arms around you again. “i close in about 30 minutes, will you come home with me?” you ask shocked by your own boldness. the way you are looking at him he thinks he might die. “god i'll be wherever you want me.” the effect you had on him was unreal. “let me drop off my truck and i'll be back in fifteen”, “be quick” you say as you twirl his hair with your fingers. have you always been this hot?

kiyoomi was convinced was losing his mind. he has never moved faster in his life. he doesn't even remember driving his motorcycle back to your shop. all he knew is that he was walking back into your shop with more determination than he's ever felt before. “hi handsome” you say as he drapes his body against yours. “almost done?” he asks as he kisses your cheek. “i have about fifteen minutes before i can go but i'm all done.” you turn to kiss him as he plays with the waistband of your jeans. the kiss is messy and hot, he felt weak in the knees. “i can think of a few things to pass the time” he says as he breaks away from the kiss.

you smile looking up at him, his face was flushed and you could help but be proud of the effect you had on him. “please let me eat you out” your jaw drops at his words. “here?” you ask and he grins “here” he says as he drops to his knees in front of you. you could finish from just looking at this beautiful large man on his knees in front of you. “god please” he's quick to unzip your pants and slide them down your legs. he places small kisses along your thighs as he moves to put your legs on his shoulders. he kisses you through your underwear and you whimper softly. sliding your underwear to the side he starts softly using his tongue, and puts a finger inside you as he continues.

you grip his hair and squeeze your thighs against his head as he quickened his pace. “harder” he whimpers into you and you squeeze harder. god his tongue piercing is incredible. you are getting close to finishing, and he can tell. he moans into you like this is pleasuring him just as much as it is you. “more kiyo” you moan out. he moves faster as he inserts another finger. the nickname could have made him cum in his pants. you are quickly approaching your high as you stutter out an “im close” he's moving faster than before, focused on you and only you. he's eating you out like a man starved, the cold metal of his piercing mixed with the warmth of his fingers had you seeing stars.

you moan his name as you finish and he cleans you up with his tongue. your legs were shaking as he stands up and licks the rest of you off of his slender fingers. “you're so incredible” you say as you wrap your arms around him and kiss him, the taste of you still on his tongue. “i've been dying to do that for two years” he says as he pulls away from you. “i love you kiyoomi” you say looking him in the eyes, "i've been dying to tell you that for two years" mustering the courage to confess everything to him. “god i love you” he says cupping your face in his hands as he kisses you again. “i love you i love you i love you” he says softly in between kisses. "ill spend forever making you feel it."

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & THEM GIVING YOU A PROM-POSAL

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe itto alhaitham kaveh x reader genre. romantic fluff + college au an. im actually going insane my life has gone so downhill this week im doing this for the adrenaline rush pls make this post boom | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

you see him at your doorstep, holding out a bunch of qingxins. his face is red and he's avoiding eye contact.

"what are you doing here?"

"what do you think im doing?"

"i don't know??"

"asking you to prom, obviously."

kaeya

kaeya stands before you, holding a twine-wrapped bundle of sweet flowers and snapdragons in his hands – a delicate smile adorning his features.

"my love, would you give me the pleasure of taking you to prom?" the corners of kaeya's mouth tilt upwards when he sees you nod.

"yes."

diluc

"i'd like you to go to prom with me." he's so straightforward. that's all you can think about. in some way, it cuts the awkwardness of you standing there for a minute if he performed a silly routine.

"that's it??"

"what else would you like me to say?"

"...nevermind. i accept."

childe

"i want to take you to prom!" he yells, holding a signboard with your face and name on full display. you facepalm.

"seriously?"

"it caught your attention, didn't it?"

"..whatever, sure. i accept." you've never seen childe smile brighter.

itto

"(y/n)! look at me!" itto yells, balanced on top of three members of his little gang. he's wrapped up in christmas lights with your face plastered on a board that he's hazardously waving about in the air.

"itto, careful- you're gonna fall–" you yell, but it's too late. the arataki gang is on a heap, with itto on top.

"will you go to prom with me!!" itto continues to yell, shoving his friends to the side.

this dumbass.

alhaitham

he slides you a book over, opening it to a page that seems normal apart from the fact that there's random highlighter over the words. letters, actually. not even a consecutive word.

p.

r.

oh.

"i accept." you grin, tracing the letters p, r, o and m over with your finger. alhaitham smiles. "i knew you would."

kaveh

"go to prom with me."

"dude, you didn't even ask." you scoff in response, turning your head back into your book.

"do i have to, when i know you're going to say yes?" kaveh smirks, sliding a paper to you.

will you go to prom with me?

YES◻︎ YES ◻︎ NO (WRONG ANSWER) ◻︎

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[yellowbunnydreams]

Mechanised Devotion (Part 11) ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

Word count so far (all parts:) 22,391

Tag List!: @ruh--roh-raggy @likoplays @perfectlycraftychaos

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships. Stalking.

Saturday morning was peaceful for you, and you had a spring in your step as you walked along. Humming softly in the early morning light, you bit your lip and couldn't help the infectious grin that spread across your face. Steve had practically spent the whole day with you before, apologising for being rough and angry with you when he kissed you back for the first time and when you had arrived at work, you had found a bouquet of flowers made up of Sweet Williams and Snapdragons, an odd combination to be sure. But the delicate mix of pinks, greens and white combined with the little card attached in Steve's neat, blocky handwriting made your heart melt away.

'To my doll, I don't know if giving flowers to pretty young ladies is still a thing anymore, but I hope you like them. - X'

You had been carrying the flowers as you walked, reading the card over and over again with your heart fluttering in your chest as you thought about how sweet the gesture was. You didn't know how to thank him, and you realised that he had made you feel giddy like nothing else.

Hearing the 'woop' of a siren behind you, you stepped to one side and saw Vanessa pulling up, coasting besides you for a moment before the window rolled down and she leaned up, smiling at you.

"Hey stranger! I've been meaning to get a hold of you!" She laughed, leaning against the door and glancing at the flowers with a grin, gesturing to the passenger door with a tilt of her head. "Get in, we'll go grab coffee to celebrate you finishing for the week."

"Are you sure? I don't want to-"

"Get in woman! We need to have a little catch-up and I want to know how things are going with you." Vanessa laughed again, even as a small pit of unease settled into her stomach. She hadn't expected to see you again after she gave you a visit last time, she assumed her father would have taken care of you, but now she was glad that she had bided her time and found you again. The folder on the backseat suddenly carrying a lot more weight than she wished it would.

You climbed in, cradling the flowers preciously and occasionally stroking their silky petals. Your cheeks a matching blush as you thought about how surprised Steve would be if you dropped by later. Maybe with his favourite pecan pie and the promise of coffee to go with it. Wondering if he would take offence if she asked him to drive her home afterwards, hoping to receive a goodnight kiss as payment.

The drive was short, and as you pulled into the familiar parking lot of Sparky's, you noticed with a frown some missing posters tacked to the lamp-posts. The waiter that you had spoken to the previous day, the mono-chrome photo still showing his curled pale hair and a bright smile, but you shook off a feeling of dread that came over you, knowing it was stupid and he probably left the small town to go find bigger dreams.

Stepping inside, Vanessa found a small corner booth and you realised with a smile that it was the same booth that you and Steve had sat at together on your unofficial first date. Cheeks colouring deeper as you pulled the flowers closer and breathed in their subtle scent. Vanessa excused herself for a second to grab some info for you, and you happily let her.

Nothing was going to ruin the happiest day you'd probably had in your life so far.

Coming back, Vanessa looked somewhat nervous. Placing the file on the table with the words 'Freddy Fazbear's ' neatly printed in block capitals across the label, your hand automatically reached for it, but the slender hand on top of your own stopped the motion. Looking up, you noticed how concerned Vanessa looked, giving you a small strained smile as she spoke.

"Hey, before you read all that, why don't you tell me who's made you so happy?" She asked, trying to make her voice chipper as she removed her hand, looking at your confused expression before gesturing to the flowers you cradled so tightly to your body.

"Oh! Right, yeah um...You might not know him." You giggled, blushing and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you glanced at the flowers again. Grinning broadly as you saw Vanessa light up, leaning forwards on the table and placing her hands under her chin, clearly happy to hear about your romance, wriggling her eyebrows in a way that made you snort.

"Come on! I'm a cop in a small town, if I don't know somebody, that's far more suspicious. Do I need to run a background check to keep my favourite security guard around?" You laughed at her joke, looking shyly at the floor as you spoke, still smiling as you thought about the impassioned moment you had spent the previous day and of course, your first kiss with him.

"Well... he's older, he's really sweet, and... and I feel really lucky to have met him, despite the fact I kissed him first."

Vanessa laughed, making a gently teasing 'ooo' noise as she saw how you lit up about the guy you were talking about. It seemed to her that you had escaped the clutches of Freddy Fazbear's and would be okay. You could lead a normal, happy life away from the misery that escaped that place.

"I still don't hear a name." She teased sing-songly as your coffees arrived, taking a sip of hers with a thankful smile. Seemingly much more relaxed than when she had gone out to her car, which made you less worried in turn.

"Well...Steve Raglan?" You offered the name up, causing Vanessa to choke on her sip of coffee, her face turning red for a second as she spluttered. Wiping at her face with a napkin, she looked at your concerned expression and chuckled, trying to dislodge any leftover coffee in her airway.

"Sorry, for a second it sounded like you said Steve Raglan."

"I...I did?" you said, confused. Watching Vanessa's face, it fell slowly back out of the friendly smile, her grey eyes darting to the file on the table, lingering for a moment as she whispered a quiet curse under her breath. A feeling of dread settling into your stomach, glancing at the file too and reaching out cautiously. "Vanessa...What the hell is going on?" You asked, fingers hovering over the file opening, not quite sure you wanted to open it. You had a feeling that whatever was inside was nothing good, and the sinking feeling grew in your stomach as the woman refused to meet your eyes as she took a few deep breaths for composure.

"Before you open it...You should know that Freddy's has a.. colourful history. It got shut down after five kids went missing in the eighties." She said, which gave you the creeps, the hairs on the back of your neck rising slightly as you wondered why you hadn't been informed of that when you took the job. "They were presumed dead after a while...and they...made some arrests, they found the bodies eventually. Inside the animatronic suits."

You felt sick to your stomach as she spoke, not wanting to believe a word she said. You thought of all the times you had jokingly called the animatronics 'childish' or treated them like children and you suddenly felt even more sick. Stomach churning as Vanessa seemed to purse her lips, reluctant to continue as she watched the colour draining slowly from your face.

"You should just be prepared when you open that file. Don't do anything stupid, and please, please promise me you will leave this place after you find out."

You didn't answer, how could you? The bile in your throat rose as you carefully and shakily undid the folder and let the various photographs spill onto the table. Some were clearly from when the restaurant was open, happy kids, smiling next to mascots. One of which was a child that looked like Vanessa next to a large, yellow rabbit. The unruined version of the one that had assaulted you. But then they turned into crime-scene photos. Newspaper clippings about the five missing kids. About Freddy's closing due to health and safety complaints from the parents.

You stomach dropped through the floor as you saw the last photos.

One was of two men, arms around each others shoulders and both wearing classy suits, shirts and ties. One you didn't recognised, but the other looked like Steve Raglan, only a lot younger and smiling broadly. His eyes still crinkling at the corners like they did when he smiled at you. The same, elegant looping handwriting that had been in our paycheck note was scrawled across the bottom.

'Pictured L-R; William Afton & Henry Emily - Fredbear's Family Diner'

The second photo was a serious photo, taken a few years later, but unmistakably this time Steve. Lined up on a mug-shot where the notes on the papers attached described the arrest that had been made.

For the murder of five children. All under the legal name William Afton.

Standing rapidly, your head felt thick, spinning as bile rose in your throat. Your hands still clutching to the flowers for dear life like they were your only life-line left amongst a storm at sea. Hyperventilating. Vanessa stood up too, hands out and cooing something to you that you couldn't hear over the poudning of blood in your ears.

"N-No, you have...have the wrong person, it just looks like him!" You protested, hands shaking and eyes welling up with tears. You could see her own eyes misting over as she shook her head slowly. Carefully coming in and pulling you into a careful hug, holding onto you tightly as you instinctually held onto her in return, body shaking as it felt the world had been ripped from under your feet.

"I'm so, so sorry... I... I didn't know, I should have warned you sooner... But I can't mistake my own dad for somebody else." she whispered carefully into your hair, letting the words wash over you and suddenly your knees gave out from under you. Letting the cop catch you as you sobbed uncontrollably, squeezing onto the bouquet of lies in your hands as everything you knew about what had happened to you turned into a dismal grey false memory.

~~

Vanessa had explained more as she drove you home. Handing you the picture of who you thought was Steve Raglan so that you couldn't deny the truth she was telling you. She explained that he really was her dad, that the girl in the photo was her and that the man in the Spring Bonnie was her father, William Afton. A mechanical genius, he had worked with his life-long friend to open Fredbear's, which had then grown and expanded into Freddy's during the early eighties.

Then, one day the mask of humanity had slipped, and they found out about what kind of monster he really was. He had killed those five kids, possibly a sixth one at a different time and ever since then, he hadn't killed anymore since then. They moved away for a while, to get him out of the town's memory before he returned as Steve Raglan, and Vanessa as a separate entity despite the fact they still lived together as family. He became a careers counsellor so that he could direct people who wouldn't be missed to Freddy's, still owning the building and the lot itself. The people who went in either died to the usually hostile animatronics, or, to him.

All the information swirled around in your head, and suddenly, you felt dirty. Used. Manipulated.

But you had decided to shower and change when you got back, the flowers in the vase in your room now some cruel joke about you finding a nice man after your abusive ex.

You'd walked from one monster right into another.

You didn't remember when you decided to walk. Your converse only tied on loosely, grubby off-white. A thick pastel yellow hoodie against the cooler air and some jeans. Your hands in your pockets as you kept your eyes on the road. Blurry with tears as your head and your stomach hurt. You didn't even realise that you were headed anywhere in particular, but it was a dark, starless sky when you finally finished walking. Looking up to see where you were and trying to figure out how to turn around and go home.

The heavy trees to your right looked all too inviting and familiar.

You realised where you were, and it was on instinct that your feet moved towards the trees. Feet crunching the gravel beneath that you had never noticed before when you had taken the drive last. Your heart and head pounding in sync as you drew closer and closer to the last and the first place you wanted to be that night.

The house looked different in the low light, ominous and eerie. It look dilapidated, like there had been no love or effort poured into it for years. The photo in your pocket was heavy. Burning against your leg as you tried to steel your nerves.

As you approached quietly, you could hear raised voices inside. One was softer, more feminine and you faintly recognised it as Vanessa's as you quietly climbed up the porch steps. The other was Ste- William's voice, cold and angry. Your hairs raising on the back of your neck as you recognised some of the cold, burning tones that he had used on you when you had let him into your room.

It hadn't been a moment of passion, but the first time he had lost control of the mask in front of you.

The door felt too large as you stood infront of it and after a few moment's thought, you raised your hand and pressed the doorbell, hearing the chime playing through the house and forcing the voices inside to stop.

The door opened cautiously after a heartbeat or five hundred, and Vanessa's concerned face peered around the corner. Eyes widening as she spotted you with your hood pulled up against the cold. Panic filling her eyes as she tried to speak quietly, laughing nervously as she said you name.

"Now isn't a good time, you should really-"

"Is he here? Is Ste-...William. Is William here?" You asked, swallowing the name like thick, bitter medicine as Vanessa glanced over her shoulder, giving you the answer without muttering a word.

Aggressively, you pushed forwards, throwing Vanessa slightly as she wasn't expecting you to force your way inside. It felt strange to see her without her cop uniform, but you supposed that it was a day from strange things.

Taking down your hood, you headed into the lounge, where the man you now knew as William Afton sat in a large recliner. His glasses off and hair slightly messy. Shirt unbuttoned and revealing a white undershirt, still wearing his slacks from work as he lazily and coldly looked up from something in his lap. It was a laptop and you could make out the familiar layout of Freddy's after realising it was from different angles. Including one inside the office.

Panic crossed his face as he registered you, slamming the laptop shut and grabbing his glasses, pushing them on and smiling warmly. That lopsided smile that you would have said you loved that morning. It made you sick as he looked at you in that moment, even if you felt yourself beginning to melt under it.

"Doll! what a nice surprise, did you get my-"

Taking the picture out of your pocket, you slammed it onto the little table near his chair. Revealing the same mugshot that Vanessa had handed you, clearly labelled as 'William Afton - Arrest under suspicion of murder x5'.

"You don't get to talk unless you can explain what the fuck this is." Fighting back tears and swallowing as you tried to hold onto your gaze on his face. The same kind face that you had so tenderly kisses, that you had shared your pain with. That had saved you.

And you watched it all go dark as his expression fell, the darkness that you had glimpsed so many times for seconds before rising to the surface.

Steve Raglan was finally dead and buried, and only William Afton was left standing with no facade to hide behind.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello there! Congrats for the followers! For the bouquet requests, may I have Red Carnation (Deep Romantic Love) and Lilac (First Love) for Rex with f!reader and fluffsies? Where it's Rex's first relationship and maybe reader's pottering about in a balcony garden and snipping some flowers to put in a vase (like snapdragons, cornflowers, calendulas, and carnations) and he just loves reader's little mumblings and mumblings? Maybe a hug from behind from Rex (or for Rex? Don't mind!)?

I'm such a sap and so many of those flowers have a place in my heart, but these two (rose and pansy also but i could only put two in the bouquet haha!) are some of my favourite flowers of all time! I'm desperate fr spring and summer to see my plants come back up and see what self seeders have survived this mild December and very frozen January, so tha tmay show in this ask 😅

Take your time and no obligation <3

(@eternal-transcience)

Fairy Tales

Summary: It's a beautiful spring day, and you get to spend the day with the love of your life, Rex.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1020

Warnings: This is sappy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So, full disclosure, I only know how to repot plants because mom made me garden as a punishment as a child (so in my brain gardening is still a punishment) luckily, Home Depot has very handy gardening tips on their website. Also, I hope Rex is in character her. He's surprisingly hard to write. But I hope you enjoy it!

If someone were to ask you what your favorite time of year was, you would immediately answer the spring. You love watching the snow melt and feeling the bitter cold of winter fade into the gentle warmth of the spring.

But your absolute favorite part of spring is watching your flowers bloom.

Being able to wake up each morning and peeking out your window to see if there’s a hint of color on your balcony, it’s everything you love about the spring. 

And this year, this year you get to introduce your love of spring to your new boyfriend. You couldn’t be more excited if you tried.

Speaking of said boyfriend-

Strong arms slide around your waist and warm lips press against the back of your head, “You look like you’re having fun, mesh’la.” Rex murmurs against the back of your head, and then he shifts and rests his chin on your shoulder, “What are you doing, anyway?”

You flash him a small grin, “I’m repotting some of my plants. They’ve outgrown their smaller pots. Do you want to help?”

“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.” Rex warns as he tightens his arms around your waist, “I can’t exactly claim that I’m something of an expert on plants.”

A laugh slips from your lips, “Oh, Rex,” You set the pot you’re handling down on the table, and turn in his arms so you’re able to look at him properly, “You don’t have to be an expert, I’m happy to teach you.” You wrap your arms around his waist, “And if you’re not interested in learning, then I’ll be happy with your company.”

Rex’s smile is soft as he watches you, “I don’t mind helping. This is important to you, right? I want to learn so I can help you.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you press your face against his shoulder, feeling like you’re about to melt into a puddle. How can this man be so soft and sweet? It should be illegal to love someone as much as you love him.

“Mesh’la?”

You pull away and grin up at him, “Sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love you.”

He averts his gaze shyly for a moment, and you are unable to hide your giggles as you press your face back against his shoulder and inhale the scent that’s pure Rex.

You’ve never loved anyone as much as you love Rex.

All of those stories you read as a child, about True Love and happily ever afters, they always seemed like they were exaggerations. After all, you’ve been in love before, and it never felt like how the stories claimed. 

And then you met Rex.

Sweet Rex. Kind Rex. Gentle Rex.

Rex who smiles at you like you are his only source of joy. Rex who touches you like you’re made of the finest gemstones. Rex who managed to make you believe in Fairy Tales again, so long as it’s with him.

Rex, who’s never been in a relationship before you, but knows that you’re his happily ever after.

You release a love-struck sigh and turn your head slightly to look up at him. Rex is watching  you, and though you see his cheeks darken at the way you look at him, he just chuckles and presses his hand over your eyes, “You need to stop looking at me like that.”

“And how am I looking at you?” You ask as you duck under his hand.

“Like I hung the stars in the sky just for you.”

You laugh softly, your love struck smile becoming something smaller, but no less loving, “Is that so bad?”

He ducks his head and kisses the tip of your nose, “We’re also not going to get anything done if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Is this your way of saying that I need to focus?” You tease.

“I suppose one of us has to be the mature one,” He teases right back. Rex kisses your nose one last time, and then gently spins you so that you’re facing the table again, “So. Walk me through it.” He says as he slides his arms around your waist again.

“It’s really easy,” You reply, “First, you need to choose a pot. Which…I have already done, so you can skip that step.” He chuckles low in his ear and your face heats, “Shush, I didn’t think you would want to help, so I already bought everything I needed.”

Rex kisses your cheek, “Next time we can go together.”

“It’s a date,” You say brightly, “Anyway! You fill the new pot with soil, and then you remove the plant from the old pot and loosen the roots, and then stick it in the new pot, add more soil, water it and done!” You gesture to the green plant dramatically, “See, easy.”

You glance at Rex and see that he’s watching you with a look of adoration on his face.

“What?” You ask, suddenly feeling shy.

“I love you so much,” He murmurs.

Your face heats, but a delighted smile crosses your face, “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You don’t have to do anything special. You’re you. It’s more than enough.” Rex murmurs, and then he kisses your cheek again, “Is it always like this? Being in love?”

“I hope so,” You reply, “I thought I’ve loved before, but it never felt so…”

“So-?”

“Perfect.” You finish with a small smile, “Natural. Easy.”

He laughs softly, “Well, in that case, I’m glad that I fell for you first. I would hate to have a subpar experience.”

You laugh, “Well, I’m happy to be of service.”

His arms tighten a little more, and then loosen again, “Alright, let me try. I’m sure I can’t mess this up too badly.”

He releases you and moves to stand next to you, and you immediately turn to slide your arms around his waist.

You have no way of knowing what the future holds, but you hope that there’s a lot more of this. Soft and warm and happy, surrounded by flowers and love.

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 176

warnings: none hmh masterlist

It’s a warm fall day with a gentle breeze blowing through the trees. The leaves are starting to change color, displaying a beautiful array of red, orange, and yellow hues. The sun is shining brightly, so all you’d really need is a T-shirt and maybe a light sweater. As you drove past the town square, people were out and about, enjoying the warm weather and soaking in the last days of sunshine before winter arrives, hopefully much later than expected.

John is currently at home doing some yard work while you went to the store to do the grocery shopping. You stopped by the farmers' market in Oyster Bay to get fresh fruits and vegetables, and Ronan was so happy since she got snap peas to eat while you shopped around. She helped you pick out a beautiful bouquet of white zinnias, red snapdragons, and some pink dahlias, and of course, she picked a very nice green pepper for her daddy since he loves them.

As soon as you pull into the driveway, you see John setting down some pumpkins. It’s never too early to start decorating for Halloween--that’s what you usually say. This year, you had a little late start, so you’re getting everything out now. John is being so sweet and helping out, even though he’s very much annoyed with you.

At least that’s what you think.

“Hey,” you wave at him as you park the car, and he looks up, “Looks good.”

“What?”

You turn off the car, talking a little louder since he’s several feet away, “I said it looks good!”

“Oh, yeah,” he stands up and shrugs as he looks at everything he’s set out, “Yeah, I think so too.”

Without being asked, John walks over and opens the trunk of the car to find all the groceries. It’ll take several trips in and out, but you know it’ll be done quickly with his help. Ronan is babbling to herself in the backseat, still holding the green pepper she picked for John, and you smile at her when you stop by the rolled-down window to check on her.

“Are you going to show daddy what you got him?” you ask, and Ronan holds it up proudly. “Babe, Ro got you something.”

“She did?” He walks over and laughs when he sees the pepper in her hand, “That’s daddy’s favorite! How did you know?”

Ronan smiles wide, handing the pepper to John. He takes the pepper and reaches in to ruffle her hair before he grabs a few more bags to bring inside. You walk over to check the trunk but see he’s taken everything in, so you get Ronan out and carry her inside.

“Go play for a bit while we put away the groceries.” you say as you set her down in front of her basket of toys, then you head back to the kitchen, “The yard looks good.”

John nods as he looks at you, “Thank you. I have a few things I need to get, but it’s coming together. We’ll be able to get the Halloween stuff this weekend.”

“We don’t have to decorate for Halloween.”

“You don’t want to?” he asks as he slides a box of cereal into the pantry, then he turns to you, “You always love to decorate for a holiday.”

You shrug, “I mean, yeah, but…”

“Then we’ll decorate,” he says, and you look over at him to see a soft smile on his face, “You love to decorate, sweetheart. We’ll decorate.”

“Have any plans tonight?”

John puts the empty grocery bags away, “Yeah, Jimmy wanted to go out and grab some drinks. Maybe watch a game. You?”

“No,” you shake your head, “No plans. Well, actually I’ll be honest, I planned on sitting with my iPad and looking up Halloween decorations.”

John chuckles softly, “Sounds fun. You’re more than welcome to join us tonight.”

“No!” you brush it off and look over at him, “I’ll never crash a boys' night.”

“It’s not really a boys’ night,” he leans back against the counter, crossing his legs at his ankles, “It’s just me and Jimmy hanging out.”

You turn to face him, “Still, I refuse to crash one of your nights with friends--and don’t say he’s not a friend!”

John starts to laugh, “He is a friend. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t.”

“Is he your…best friend?” you ask, teasingly.

“He’s one of them,” he holds your gaze and smirks, “But you are my ultimate best friend.”

You stand up straight, “Am I really? Even now?”

“’Even now’?” John jerks his head back and furrows his brow, “What does that mean?”

You shrug bashfully, “You’re annoyed with me.”

“What?” he laughs, reaching for your hands, “Why do you think that I’m annoyed with you?”

“You didn’t want to go with us to the store, you were kind of quiet this morning when I left, and you just don’t seem very interested in me today.”

John starts to laugh as he pulls you into his arms, “You are so funny. I never said I didn’t want to go to the store with you. I said that I wanted you to go so I could get things done around here--I wanted to surprise you with getting a head start on the decorations. I was quiet this morning because I didn’t really feel that well, which I feel fine now. As for not seeming interested in you, that is genuinely not true at all and I think you’ve made it up. In fact, I know you made it up.”

“I did not! I tried to kiss you and you didn’t even kiss me back.” you say, and he furrows his brow as he laughs, “You didn’t! I said ‘Okay, I’m leaving now. I’ll be back soon’, and you just waved and walked away.”

“I didn’t feel good!” he laughs, and you squint your eyes, “I am not going into detail, peach.”

You continue to squint your eyes at him, then you nod, “Okay, gotcha. A bathroom issue.”

“Yes, and I don’t really want to divulge the details of that.” he says, and you start to laugh. “I’m not annoyed with you, okay? You don’t ever annoy me. You never have, and I genuinely mean that.”

“Dada!” Ronan yells from the living room, and he quickly kisses your cheek before walking out to see what Ronan needs.

You shake your head, “My damn brain.”

Only you would think John is mad at you when he’s really just not feeling well and wants you to leave so he can use the bathroom. At that, you start to laugh a little.

“What is momma laughing about?”

You look over at John holding Ronan, “How stupid I am sometimes.”

“Ah, ah, not stupid!” he says, and you smile when Ronan mimics John’s ‘ah, ah’.

Ronan bounces in John’s arms before she kicks her legs to be put down, then she runs off to the living room with Bleu following behind her. John takes a deep breath and looks at you, and you both start to laugh before hugging one another tight. You lean back to look at him, and he cups your face and kisses you tenderly.

“Poor thing, you’ve spent hours thinking I’m upset with you,” he whispers, and you shake your head and laugh. “What are your plans for tonight, sweetheart? Because if you do want to, you’re welcome to come with us.”

“Nah,” you wave it off, “We can spend time apart. We don’t need to be that annoying couple.”

John cocks his brow, “What if I want to be?”

“God, me too.” you start to laugh as he dips you, kissing you hard on the lips. He helps you stand up, then you smile at him, “Seriously, I’ll be fine. Ro and I can have a girls' night.”

“But when I get home, we can have a Wick night. I won’t be gone long.”

You start to laugh as you nod, “God, we’re insufferable.”

“We’re in love, mouse!” he wraps his arms around you, shaking you from side to side a little, “We’re in looove.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you dance in place with him, “Yes, we can have a Wick night when you get home, but Ro might not be awake.”

“That’s okay,” he leans down to kiss you before he lets you go, “I can always hold her while she sleeps.”

He is too damn sweet and just loves his family. It’s adorable.

You lean up to kiss him again before you walk out to the living room to find the mess Ronan has made with her toys. No matter how many times you put them away, she’s gonna make a mess. John used to be a little uptight about it, but he’s learned to let it go. Things are bound to get messy with a kid.

John reaches down and tickles Ronan, “You and momma are gonna have a fun night.”

“Yes, we are!” you laugh as Ronan runs over to John, attacking his legs. “We’ll take a bath in the big tub, then we’ll get all snuggled up and watch a spooooky movie. Maybe--”

“Don’t watch It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown without me!” he says, pointing his finger at you, “I want to be with you when she watches it for the first time.”

A smile spreads across your face as you lean over to bite the tip of his finger, “Of course we won’t watch it without you. We’ll probably watch Hotel Transylvania or Coco.”

John takes a deep breath and looks at the clock on the wall, “I should probably shower and get ready.”

“For your date.”

“It’s not a date,” he laughs as he leans down to kiss you. You look up at him and grin, and he starts to laugh, “Stop.”

You watch as he heads upstairs, “Have fun on your date! I hope you get a second one!”

__

You’re currently sprawled out on the couch with Ronan tucked into your side as you scroll through the Target app and add things to your cart. You have about 10 items in your cart right now, making the total around $450, but knowing you, you’ll end up feeling guilty about spending so much that you’ll delete everything. Knowing John, he’ll go with you to the store and point out everything (unknowingly) that you had in your cart and say that you should get it. He’ll end up adding it without a second thought.

Jimmy drove tonight, so you’re not surprised when you see John walking up the driveway. He stumbles a bit, which makes you laugh, then he unlocks the front door and comes in.

“Hi!” he says loudly, and you point at Ronan. He whispers loudly, “Oh, shit, sorry!”

“John!” you laugh quietly as you carefully move off the couch and walk to him, “Are you drunk?”

John leans back against the door and chuckles, “Maybe.”

“You’re being so loud. Shh!” you look over your shoulder at Ronan still zonked out, “Go to our room. I’ll be up in a minute.”

John wiggles his brows, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you roll your eyes playfully. There’s no way you’re having sex with him tonight. He’ll pass out the moment his head hits the pillow anyway. “Go upstairs.”

“Fine,” he stumbles a little trying to get his shoes off without using his hands, and you laugh as you walk over to Ronan.

You lift Ronan off the couch and carry her up to her room, but John quickly follows and gives her a kiss before going to your bedroom. Ronan shifts around a little until she’s comfortable, and you give her a kiss before heading to your room to find John laying on the bed in just his boxers and a huge grin.

“Well, hello.”

You laugh as you close your bedroom door, “Not happening.”

“What? Why?”

“Jonathan, you’re drunk. I’m not having sex with you. You wouldn’t have sex with me when I came home from hanging out with the girls and having a few drinks, so I’m not having sex with you.” you cross your arms and raise your brows. “Not tonight.”

John laughs as he sits up, “Oh, so this is payback?”

God, he does look so good though. His cheeks are a little flushed from the alcohol, but he’s smiling so wide. He’s shirtless, his hair looks great, and when he moves, you can see little glimpses of his tattoos, which always drives you a little crazy.

“No! This is you being drunk and me not taking advantage of that.”

“Well, I want you to.” he starts to smile, “What if I go down on you? I really want to go down on you. I’m drooling just thinking about it.”

You stare at him as he scoots to the end of the bed, “Jonathan Charles.”

“Come on…” he laughs, pulling you closer by the waistband of your pants, “I’ll beg.”

“Though it’s awfully tempting…” you say as you lean down to kiss him, "The answer is still no.”

John moves closer and lifts your shirt up as he kisses your stomach, “Please, I really need a taste. I need you to sit on my face.”

You look down at him as he puts your shirt over his head and continues to kiss and suck on your stomach. Your eyes roll shut when he nips at your skin, and you squeeze your legs shut when you feel the dull ache between them. He moves down to the waistband of your pants and begins to tug them down until they’re at your ankles as he kisses even lower and nips at your hip bone.

God, it’s so awfully tempting, but he’s not thinking straight. Obviously if he wasn’t drunk, this would totally be happening right now, no questions asked, but he’s not completely sober. He’d never give in to you if the roles were reversed, and you want to give him that same respect.

“John,” you pull your shirt from over his head and look into his bloodshot brown eyes, “No.”

John narrows his eyes and watches you walk over to your side of the bed, “Fine!”

A laugh escapes your lips, and John turns around to look at you, still glaring. You shake your head a little and pull off your shirt so you’re just in a bralette before crawling into bed, then you turn off your light and roll to your left side to face John. He’s facing away from you, so you tap his shoulder a few times, but he doesn’t move. You sit up and lean over him, but he’s already passed out, just like you knew he would be.

“God, you’re so funny.” you whisper to him, then you lean down and kiss his cheek, “I love you.”

__

“Ooh, look who has decided to join us for breakfast this morning,” you say when John finally strolls into the kitchen at nearly 11. “Already have a plate and hot coffee waiting for you.”

John looks at you and puts his hand over his heart as he walks to the table, “You have my heart, Mrs. Wick.”

Ronan offers John a piece of toast, which he takes, then she happily walks off with the piece of banana she has in her other hand. She stomps her tiny feet on the floor next to you and grins widely, her face covered in peanut butter and banana.

“You’re a little stinker like your daddy.” you say, and she nods her head. “Yeah, you are.”

John groans a little, “My head.”

“There’s ibuprofen right next to you.” you say, and he grabs it and takes some. You walk over and sit down next to him, rubbing your thumb over his cheek, “Gonna be a quiet day for you?”

“Yeah, I think so.” he nods, looking up at you, “Was I weird last night?”

You start to laugh, “No more than usual.”

“Oh, god, what did I do?”

You laugh when John puts his head in his hands, “You just wanted to go down on me.”

“That’s it?”

“I mean…” you start to laugh, and he shakes his head before waving his hand in a ‘give it to me’ motion. “Yeah, well, you wanted to go down on me--literally said you’d beg.”

John groans loudly, “Oh god.”

“Said you were drooling for it, which I will admit, was pretty hot. Then you decided to put my shirt over your head.” you say, and he starts to laugh, “I told you no, to which you said ‘fine’ and pouted before rolling onto your side of the bed and instantly passing out.”

“Nothing else?”

You shake your head when he looks at you, “Nope.”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles a little before leaning over to kiss your cheek, “I did not expect to get drunk.”

“Oh, and you were really loud when you came home. You tried to get your shoes off without using your hands and almost fell. It’s very weird seeing John Wick drunk. I don’t think I’ve seen you drunk since…our honeymoon.”

John takes a small bite of toast, “Jimmy decided we needed shots last night, and apparently, for some strange reason, I agreed.”

You start to laugh when you hear your phone ringing, and you reach for it to see Tess calling, “Hello?”

“Is your husband as hungover as mine?”

“Yes, he is.” you smile at John, then you get up and bring your plate to the sink, “Apparently Jimmy thought they needed shots.”

Tess laughs, “Oh, is that right? I heard it was John.”

“Hmm, interesting.” you look over at him, “So, John was the shots instigator last night.”

“Nope! Don’t let him pin this on me.” he says, then he quickly deflates and looks around, “Shit, maybe it was me?”

You laugh, “He seems confused. He needs a quiet day.”

“Yeah, same with Jimmy. Do you have plans?”

“I was going to do some Halloween shopping.”

Tess nearly squeals, “Can I come with?”

“Of course.” you say, then you look down at Ronan covered in marker--where the hell did she get a marker? “Ro and I will be over to pick you up in about 20 minutes. I need to get her cleaned up.”

You hang up with Tess and pick up Ronan to set her on the counter, then you scrub at her face with a paper towel to get the green marker off of it. You also find a star sticker in her hair. You have no idea where she’s getting this shit. The office, maybe?

“Babe, I think Ro got into the office.” you say, and he hums as he nods. “John…”

“Huh?”

You look over at him and laugh, “Ro and I are going to go out for a little bit. Will you be okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to rest.”

“Okay, well, if you need anything, just call me.” you say, and he nods his head before taking a bite of toast. You let Ronan down and watch as she scurries off to the office, giggling, “Ronan Charlotte!”

John flinches and squeezes his eyes shut, and you grimace when he looks at you, whispering ‘sorry.’ He finishes the last of his toast, then he brings his plate to the sink before finishing off his coffee and pouring himself another cup. You hold his gaze when he looks at you, and he leans against you, quietly groaning.

“Go lay down on the couch, babe.” you whisper to him, and he nods his head. “Just watch a movie. We’ll get out of your hair for a bit.”

“I don’t want you out of my hair. I want you here.” he says just as Ronan screams in delight from the other room. “Okay, well, I don’t want that.”

You start to laugh, “And those damn kids just never listen when you tell them to shut up, do they?”

John starts to laugh, “You’d never tell her to shut up.”

“No, but she’s not very good at using her indoor voice right now. I think it’s best if we get out for a bit while you get some rest.” you cup his face and lean up to kiss him, tasting coffee and peanut butter on his lips, “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

John closes his eyes and nods his head, “I’ll walk you two out to the car.”

“I’m parked in the driveway and the sun is blinding today,” you say, placing your hand on his chest to stop him, “Trust me, I’m saving your retinas right now.”

“Well, thank you.” he laughs, hugging you tightly.

You grab your phone and keys off the counter, then you walk into the living room, “Ro, baby, come on.”

Ronan comes stomping out of the office covered in more stickers and pulling a ball of yarn behind her, and you and John both look at each other. You take the yarn from her and wrap it back up, then you tuck it into a drawer in the kitchen so Toast won’t get it.

“Where did she find that?” John asks as he lifts her up and kisses her cheek before putting her back down.

“I’m nervous to look at the office.” you say, then you quickly put your hands on his chest when he starts to make his way towards it, “Nope! You’re laying down and relaxing. I’ll close the door so Bleu and Toast don’t get in there, but you’re not doing anything about it. I will when I get home.”

John gives you a displeased look, “I can clean the office, peach.”

“I have it taken care of!” you quickly shut the door and point at him, “Lay down and rest!”

He laughs as he walks over to lay on the couch. You lean down and kiss him, then you grab your purse and reach for Ronan’s hand. She blows a kiss to him when he waves at her, and you wave at him and blow a kiss too.

“We love you. We’ll be back soon.”

“I love you both,” he says, reaching for the TV remote. “Please drive carefully.”

You get Ronan’s shoes and look back at John, “Try not to have too much fun without us.”

John shakes his head as he looks at you, “I definitely won’t.”

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Tess was a little quiet while shopping. She just didn’t really seem like herself. You didn’t want to pester her and yank whatever it was bothering her out of her, but you definitely wanted to know. She never ended up telling you even though you two were together for hours shopping and getting lunch.

On the subject of shopping, you may have gone a little overboard on the Halloween decorations, but at least you didn’t spend $450! You spent…$436. The yard and house will look so good with all the decorations though.

“Okay, we have to be quiet.” you say to Ronan, and she nods her head.

You step into the house and smile when both Bleu and Toast run over to greet you, which causes Ronan to squeal. You set her down and lean over to look at the couch, but John isn’t laying there like you expected. Ronan stomps in place and giggles when Bleu licks her fingers that are sticky from fruit gummies.

“John?” you walk into the kitchen and find it empty, then you walk to the office, opening the door slowly in case he’s on a call or something. He’s not in there and the office is completely tidy again. Of course he cleaned it.

“Dada!” Ronan screams in delight and giggles, and you turn around to see John kneeling in front of the window playing peek-a-boo with her.

You laugh as you open the door and smile at him, “What happened to resting?”

“I’m all rested up.” he says, and you peck him quickly. “I was missing my girls, so I needed to do something to get my mind off of it.”

John gestures over your shoulder, and you turn around to see the patio is covered in bales of hay, pumpkins, and scarecrows. He smiles proudly when you look back at him. It looks so cute, and he clearly worked really hard on it despite having a hangover.

“How the hell did I miss this when I drove up? It looks great!” you smile at him, then you look over at Ronan as she tries to climb onto a bale of hay. “I actually got some more things to go with it, plus we’ll need to do the front door too. I got…a lot.”

“I figured.” he laughs, shrugging as he walks over to Ronan, “You know, I love how much you love decorating for holidays.”

You shrug and follow him, “I just want every holiday to be magical for Ro, especially Halloween and Christmas.”

“She’s going to love the holiday season and how special you make it,” he says, and you smile at him. He leans over to kiss the top of Ronan’s head, then he helps her get situated next to him on the bale of hay. “Did you pick costumes for the boys?”

“She did,” you start to laugh, “Bleu is going to be a bumblebee and Toast is going to just wear a pumpkin hat that he’ll definitely rip off. Bleu is the more patient one.”

John laughs, “That’s true, though for a cat, Toast is very patient with her. Toast and I did snuggle up on the couch for a while though. Purred so damn loud. Him, not me.”

You start to walk over to join the two of them, but your phone buzzes in your pocket. Tess is calling, so you quickly answer it.

“What are you doing?” she asks before you can even say hello.

“Standing on the side patio looking at John and Ronan. What are you doing?”

Tess sighs, “When was the last time we had a sleepover?”

“Uh,” you laugh as you sit in John’s lap, “I have no idea.”

“Why is it that when we become adults, we no longer have sleepovers? If anything, I think it’s way more fun to have them as adults. We can gossip about stuff, we can stay up later, we don’t have to sneak out, we can drive. It makes sense to have them as adults because we don’t spend as much time together. When you’re teens, you’re always together.”

You start to smile, “Tess, do you want to have a sleepover?”

“I thought you’d never ask!” she says, and you let out a small laugh. “I was actually hoping you’d be up for heading to the lake house for the weekend.”

The lake house is a bit of a drive, but it would be fun to have a nice weekend with her since you haven’t had one with just the two of you in a while.

“Let me talk to John and I’ll text you,” you look at him as you say goodbye to her, and he looks at you with soft brown eyes as you hang up. “Tess wants to go to the lake house--just us. Just to hang out for the weekend.”

“Oh, okay.” he nods, and you raise your brows as he starts to laugh, “I’m okay with that.”

You reach over and take the leaf from Ronan that she’s trying to stick into her mouth, “You’ll be okay with her this weekend?”

“Of course! We’ll have some daddy-daughter time.” he says, looking down at her before looking at you, “We’ll miss you though.”

“Which is why I’m kind of on the fence about leaving. I’m gonna miss you both so much,” you frown, and John leans up to kiss you. “We’ll FaceTime?”

John nods, “Of course. And you deserve a weekend away with Tess. Without annoying husbands, without kids. It’ll be nice for you two.”

“Yeah, I think so too--the weekend for the two of us, not the without annoying husband and kids part. You’re not annoying,” you say, and John bounces you on his knee and smiles. “I should let her know and pack a bag. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Yes, we’ll be fine.”

“But you don’t feel good!”

John laughs, “I’m fine, peach. I just needed a few extra hours of sleep, but I’m fine. I’m fully capable of taking care of her this weekend even with a hangover.”

“I just don’t want to dump her onto you this weekend while you don’t feel good.”

“I’m her dad,” he says, and you nod. “You’re not ‘dumping’ her onto me. I want to spend time with her, and it’s my responsibility to take care of her too. It’s not just on you to do that. Remember? We’re a team.”

You frown as his smile gets bigger, “I just want you to be okay. I mean, I went grocery shopping so you’ll be--”

“We’ll be okay,” he laughs, and you lean over to kiss him. “I was thinking of taking her to the pumpkin patch. I think we need some more. Don’t worry, we won’t go to the big one that we planned on going to. We’ll just go to the one in the town square.”

You frown, “That sounds fun though.”

“Doesn’t hanging out with your sister sound fun too?” he asks, and you nod your head, “Okay, then. You’ll have fun.”

You exhale sharply as you get up and turn to look at him, “I’m going to pack my bag then.”

“Oh, one thing,” he says and you look at him, “Can I keep the car?”

“Yeah, I assume Tess will drive,” you say, then you narrow your eyes and turn to him, “Why?”

He starts to laugh as he picks up Ronan and stands up, “We gotta fill this yard with pumpkins and I can’t do that with the Mustang.”

“Our own personal pumpkin patch?”

John laughs as he follows you into the house, “Hey, if that’s what Mrs. Wick wants, then that’s what she’ll get.”

“I mean, I don’t want an entire pumpkin patch, but yes, it would be kind of cool to line the driveway with them, so we can light them on Halloween night.”

“Did you hear that?” John asks Ronan as she looks at him with her big brown eyes, “We’re going to get some pumpkins. Just you and me!”

You start to smile as you watch John dancing with Ronan and kissing her cheek, “I’m so jealous.”

__

After packing your bag for the weekend, you stood at the end of the driveway and said goodbye to John and Ronan for about 10 minutes. It was so hard to let them go and watch them from the mirror as they waved at you, but you know you’ll see them soon and it’ll be nice for them to spend some time together. Ronan adores her dad and he adores her just the same, so they’ll have a blast.

It did hurt a little to know that Ronan cried for a bit after you left. John texted you to let you know, but she stopped shortly after when John was able to distract her with a toy.

The first thing you and Tess did when you got to the lake house was open the windows to let in some warm fall air. The place just smells stale when no one is there for a while. You lit a few candles to help with the smell too. Tess decided to run to the store and grab some things for the weekend while you stayed back to get the house tidied a little bit.

Just as you reach for a pillow to fluff up, you hear the doorbell ring, which is odd since you really don’t get many visitors out here. You walk to the door and smile when you see a woman standing on the porch with a box in her arms.

“Hello?” you open the door and smile at her.

“Uh,” she looks at the paper taped to the box, “A delivery for Wick.”

You smile, “That’s me! What is this?”

The woman smiles, “He was very adamant on what he wanted and how quickly he wanted it delivered. He’s a keeper.”

You furrow your brow as you laugh, “Thanks?”

“Have a good day!” she says before bouncing back to her car.

Carrying the box inside, you kick the door shut with your foot, then you set the box on the kitchen counter and open it. You stand on your tiptoes to look into it, and you immediately smile when you see the note tucked into the beautiful flowers.

“You’re kidding me?” you laugh loudly as you hold up the large vase of dahlias, roses, and eucalyptus, then you grab the note to read.

We miss you already. Have a great weekend, my peach. We love you so much and can’t wait to see you. - Jonathan and Ronan.

You immediately get your phone and FaceTime John, listening to it ring while you set the vase of flowers on the table.

“Hi, peach,” he says, and you hold up your phone to show him the flowers, “You got them already? That was fast.”

“She said you were very adamant about getting them delivered right away.”

John laughs, “I was. I wanted them to get there before the end of the day. I’m glad you got them.”

You hold up your camera so John can see you, and you smile when you notice his hair is wet, “Did you two go swimming?”

“We did. It got really warm this afternoon. Jimmy and Finn are here too,” he says, showing you Jimmy sitting on the floor playing with the kids, and you wave at them. “Are you and Tess gonna swim?”

“Probably not,” you shake your head as you walk outside, “We’ll probably just sit on the sun deck for a bit, but you know me, I won’t swim unless you’re here for me to climb on.”

John laughs, “True. Where is Tess?”

“She went to the store. She should be back soon.” you say, looking at John’s face filling up your phone screen, “You look really handsome. Really happy.”

“I am happy!”

You playfully squint, “Because I’m not at home?”

“Because I’m talking to you! Peach, I don’t think you realize how much I miss you already.” he says as you smile, “I truly, truly miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you turn around as the front door opens, “Hey, Tess is here. We’ll FaceTime tonight, okay?”

John kneels down and holds the phone up so Ronan can see you, “Say bye to momma.”

“I love you so, so, so much.” you wave at her and smile when she waves back, “Thank you to my babies for my gorgeous flowers. I love them!”

“We’re glad!” John smiles as he waves, “I’ll talk to you later! Bye!”

You wave back before you blow a kiss and hang up, walking into the house to see Tess has several bags. You quickly help her get everything put away, and she laughs when she sees the flowers on the table.

“You’re kidding? He’s so cute,” she says, and you grin when she looks at you. “When did he get these sent?”

“The moment I left, I’m assuming.” you laugh as you gently touch a rose petal, “He’s sweet.”

Tess nods, “He is very sweet. Why doesn’t my husband send me flowers?”

You open your mouth to say something but you’re cut off by the doorbell. Tess quickly walks over to answer it, and you laugh when you see her coming in with a box just like yours.

“Oh, he definitely talked to John.” she says as she takes the vase of flowers out.

You laugh, “I assume he called shortly after John did. The boys are at my place right now.”

“Oh, and a box of chocolate!”

“I didn’t get a box of chocolate!” you walk over to your box and look in it, “Rude.”

Tess laughs as she looks at you, pressing her phone to her ear, “James! Did you buy me flowers?”

You widen your eyes when she talks in the most embarrassing baby voice to him, and she glares at you, pointing her finger and silently telling you to zip it. You laugh to yourself as you grab your phone and head outside to spend time in the sun.

__

Rolling over in bed, you nearly bump into Tess, who is sound asleep. You don’t even want to admit it, but you can’t sleep without John here. You selfishly hope he can’t sleep either. You get up from the bed and tiptoe out, closing the door behind you before you walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water. Your phone buzzes in your hand with a text, and you smile to yourself. Only one person would text you at 1:27 in the morning.

You awake?

Yup. Can’t sleep.

Are you alone?

I’m sitting on the back patio, so yes.

Your phone immediately starts ringing with a FaceTime call from John.

“Hello, Mr. Wick.”

“I miss you terribly,” he admits, and you smile at him, “I can’t sleep without you here.”

Nodding your head, you let out a small laugh, “Same.”

“Maybe we are insufferable.”

“No, John, we’re in love.” you start to laugh when he grins, “Maybe--”

John shakes his head, “No, this is your weekend with Tess.”

“Yeah, but--”

“I won’t crash it.” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Even though you look so beautiful right now and all I want to do is hold you and kiss you.”

You start to laugh when there’s a flutter in your stomach, “That gave me butterflies.”

“Fuck, I miss you!” he whispers loudly, which makes you furrow your brow since Ronan definitely can’t hear him talking from her room. He moves the phone down to show you that Ronan is tucked into his side, her plump cheek squished against John’s chest, “I can’t sleep when you’re not here, so I brought her into our room. She snuggles like her momma.”

“You mean she clings.”

John laughs, “Yeah, that too. She’s snuggling right now, but shortly she’s going to kick me and take up half the bed, which is a California king, so that’s some talent right there. She is so much like you. I love it.”

Sighing quietly, you look at John on your phone, “I guess I should try to sleep. You should too. She’s such a handful when you’re tired.”

“I know,” he nods before he leans down to kiss the top of Ronan’s head, “Call me in the morning when you get a chance.”

“I will. I love you.”

John smiles, “I love you too. Bye, peach.”

“Bye,” you wave at him, then you hang up and head back to your bedroom.

Tess wanted to watch a movie and share a bed like you used to when you were kids, so she’s currently sleeping in your room. You crawl into bed and pull the blanket over your shoulder, then you wiggle down until you’re comfortable.

“Can’t sleep either?”

“Either? You were just snoring.”

Tess laughs sleepily, “I’m in and out of sleep.”

You roll over to your back just as she does, “Why can’t you sleep?”

Tess holds up her phone to show you a text from Jimmy that was sent about an hour ago, “He misses me.”

“I just talked to John. He misses me too.” you start to laugh, “Our husbands.”

“I haven’t been away from him in so long and it’s really weird,” she laughs quietly, “It’s so weird how you meet someone one day and they just become everything to you, and you can’t imagine your life without them, and even sleeping without them for a few nights is just ridiculously hard to do.”

You laugh, “I’m so dependent on John and his soft back scratches to help me fall asleep. I just miss his presence too. Knowing he’s lying beside me is such a comfort.”

“We’re so pukey,” Tess laughs, and you join in. “We really lucked out on our husbands, didn’t we?”

“We did,” you look over at your phone when it lights up with a text, and you reach for it.

I can’t sleep. I hate sleeping without you.

Me too.

Can we never do this again?

You look over at Tess as she smiles and reads your texts. She laughs and shakes her head, and you roll to your side to see her texting Jimmy to tell him that she loves him. The sleep eventually gets to you and Tess, and you both soon fall asleep, still clutching your phones.

__

The smell of coffee wafts through the house as you sit on the back porch with a book. It’s cool out today, so you have a blanket over your lap to keep yourself warm. You take a sip of your coffee and let out a contented sigh. You turn the page of your book, completely engrossed in the story, and as you reach for another sip of coffee, you hear a faint rustling sound coming from the bushes at the edge of the yard.

You set down your book and peer over to get a better look just as a small rabbit emerges from the bushes and hops across your lawn before disappearing into another bush on the other side. You smile to yourself and turn to get Ronan but quickly remember she’s not here. She loves ‘bun-buns’.

“Hey,” Tess plops down next to you, “You know what pregnancy roulette is?”

“Yeah, you take a pregnancy test and put it into a cup and pull them out to see if it’s positive. It’s popular on TikTok right now.”

Tess nods as she smiles, “We should do it. I don’t think I’m pregnant, but it’d be fun.”

“That’s your idea of fun?”

“Yeah,” she laughs, and you shake your head before you shrug. Tess pulls out two tests from her pocket. “I knew you’d say yes.”

You start to laugh, “Well, I’m not pregnant, so…”

“You never know,” she sings as you both get up.

Taking the test from Tess, you walk into the bathroom and open it. It gives you a weird feeling in your stomach that you’re not sure you understand. Is it nerves? You know you’re not pregnant, but there’s always a chance. John doesn’t use condoms, but you are on birth control. Sometimes birth control fails though.

You put the cap back on the test and open the door to find Tess standing there with a box for the tests. She holds up her phone with the countdown on it and walks into the living room.

“So, wait, do you think you’re pregnant?” you ask, and she shakes her head. “Then why are we taking these?”

“Because I want to. It looked fun.” she says, then she starts to laugh, “You look sick. Are you pregnant?”

You shake your head, “No. John and I aren’t ready, but most of all, I’m not ready. My hemorrhage scared the living shit out of me. I know my next pregnancy will be high-risk, and I’ll probably be on bed rest a lot. I’m just not ready for that. Ronan isn’t potty-trained yet. I just…am not ready. Neither is John. And I know he’s not. Well, he said he’s ready whenever, but he admits that he wants to wait too. He knows how much I went through with Ro.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” she says, then she looks at you, “What if your test is positive?”

“Then I’m pregnant, I guess.” you start to laugh before you look at her and frown, “I don’t want it to be positive though.”

Tess nods, “It’ll all be fine.”

“Yeah…” you inhale deeply and sit down next to Tess, watching as the timer counts down from three minutes. You look at her when it hits the last ten seconds, then you take a deep breath and let it out slowly when the timer goes off. “Well, here goes nothing. Wait, how do we know which test is mine?”

“We don’t.” she says, and you scrunch your brows. “We just…guess.”

You scoff, “Solid plan. I guess when I start throwing up all day every day, I’ll know which one was mine.”

Tess nudges your shoulder and laughs before she pulls out a test. She holds it up and looks at you. Negative. You really hope that one is yours. She reaches in for the last test and looks at you before you both look at the test. Tess laughs loudly and slaps her hand over her mouth, and you feel your heart sink to your stomach when you see the positive line.

“Holy shit!” she exclaims, looking at you, “Is this yours?”

“I don’t know!” you stand up and pace, “Tess, I can’t…I’m not ready. I just…I love my trio. I can’t. Oh, god, I’m gonna pass out.”

Tess laughs as she stands up, “Relax, goose.”

“I can’t,” you start to laugh despite being so nervous, “Oh my god!”

“Relax,” she walks over and rests her hands on your shoulders to calm you down, “It’s not you. You’re not pregnant.”

You blink a few times as you look at her, “What?”

“I am,” she smiles wide as tears fill her eyes, “I thought it’d be a funny way to tell you. I’m pregnant. I’m six weeks pregnant.”

You immediately burst into tears as you wrap your arms around her, “Tess! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Not only do you feel relief for yourself, you feel so, so, so much happiness for Tess and her growing family. And lots and lots of relief for yourself.

Tess starts to laugh as she lifts up her shirt, “Look at my belly already. I’ve had to hide it these past two weeks. I just popped so fast; supposedly you do with your second pregnancy.”

“You’re pregnant,” you cry as she laughs, “Why did you have to give me a heart attack to tell me?”

“Because I knew it’d be funny.”

You start to laugh as you wipe away the tear running down your cheek, “Does Jimmy know?”

“He does,” she smiles and shows you the picture of the little set-up she put together to tell him. “He’s so happy. He wanted to tell John this weekend, so I’m sure he knows by now.”

“He probably didn’t give John a heart attack though,” you say, and she laughs as she hugs you.

Tess smiles as she shrugs, “No, probably not.”

“Holy shit, Tess!” you start to laugh, another wave of shock running through you, “You’re pregnant! A mom of two! Finny is a big brother!”

“I know,” she looks down at the small bump and grins, “I’m so excited. I was so nervous about it when I thought I might be. I was just like you, thinking that I didn’t want to disrupt my trio and ruin what we had, but babe, this little nugget is just what we need. Like, I can’t even imagine not being pregnant with a second baby now and it’s only been a few weeks. You’ll feel that way too.”

Like always, she’s probably right. You and John have always said you wanted more babies and you don’t want Ro to be an only child. It’s not even that you’re worried about not loving another kid--you absolutely will, there’s no doubt--but the thing that scares you more than anything is how your pregnancy went last time. You’ll most likely be at a higher risk this second time around, and that scares the shit out of you. You don’t want to lose a baby and you certainly don’t want to…well, die.

“I’m sure,” you nod as you look down at her bump, “I’m sure I’ll feel that way. I know I will. Of course I want to have more kids with John. We’re really good at making babies, and John, god, John is so meant to be a dad. He is such a good dad. So patient and understanding. He’s perfect. Of course I want to have more kids with him.”

Tess reaches for your hand, “But I understand why you’re hesitant, and he does too. He’s talked to me about it even.”

“Of course.”

“He just wanted to make sure he was being considerate and was doing the right thing. It’s why he rarely ever brings up more kids these days. He just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings or upset you.” she says, and you start to smile when she playfully rolls her eyes, “He’s really sweet.”

You nod, “He is.”

Tess’ phone starts to ring, so she takes it out and presses it to her ear. You gesture out to the sundeck to let her know that you’re going outside, and she nods her head. You grab your phone and take it with you since now all you want to do is hear John’s voice.

Being away from him has been harder than you expected. The two of you spend time apart, but you’re pretty far away from him right now and the whole world just feels off. It’s like you’re missing this whole other half of you. Tess is right: it is weird how someone becomes so important to you that you can’t imagine life without them.

Once you’re on the sun deck, you lean against the railing as you call John, listening to the line ring. It goes to voicemail, so you try again. He could be busy with Ronan. It is close to lunchtime anyway. You pocket your phone and look out at the sun shining on the water and smile when you see a little turtle perched on a rock as it sunbathes.

After about a minute, you pull your phone out and call John again. You’re not trying to be annoying, but you really want to talk to him. Of course, he doesn’t answer again, but now you know why. You don’t even have to look over to your left because you know he’s there. You can feel him.

“Three times in a minute, peach. That might be a record.” he says, and you start to laugh as you look at him, “I was trying to surprise you.”

“I could feel you,” you say, and he smiles as he walks over to you, reaching to bring you into his arms, “The air got warmer.”

John laughs, “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you close your eyes and lean your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I had to come see you,” he whispers against the top of your head, still holding you tight to him.

You lean back to look at him, “You’re only here to visit?”

“Do you want me to stay?” he asks, and you nod your head as he smiles, “Good, because I packed a bag.”

You cup his face and stretch up to kiss him several times, “Where’s Ro?”

“I left her back home. You went grocery shopping, so she’ll be fine.” he says, and you start to laugh, “She’s got the house to herself. I told her no parties, but we’ll see.”

You laugh, “Did you lock the liquor up?”

“I did,” he laughs, nodding his head, “Nah, she’s in the house with Tess. We missed you.”

“I missed you both so much.” you admit as you rest your hands on his chest, and you look up at him and hold his gaze, “So, Tess is pregnant.”

He nods, “Yeah, pretty crazy.”

“I, um, heard that you talked to her about…me.” you say, and he nods, “About how to word things and…not mentioning more kids so you don’t hurt my feelings.”

“I just don’t want to say the wrong thing.”

You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his beard, “You can talk to me about more kids, babe. We want more kids. I just don’t want you to pressure me, which you never have! You’ve never made me feel pressured or that you’re just waiting for me to say it’s time. You’ve even said you’re not ready either.”

“I’m ready whenever you are, and I mean that.” he nods, then he shrugs, “But I’ll admit, I don’t think it’s time. Ro isn’t potty trained. We’re just not there yet, but when it’s time, we’ll know. That’s what Tess said. She said that when we’re ready and it’s time for us to have another kid, we’ll know.”

“She made me take a pregnancy test,” you start to laugh and John furrows his brow, “She wanted to do some pregnancy test roulette thing and we both took a test and put them in a cup. Obviously, hers was positive since she was pregnant, but mine was negative. I know we’re not ready because there was no part of me that wanted that test to be positive, and I feel…bad for that.”

John cups your face, “It’s okay to not be ready, sweetheart.”

“I’m just so scared,” you admit as tears well up in your eyes, “I’m terrified of getting pregnant again and going through what I went through with Ro. Waking up that night with all that blood covering me…”

“I know,” he pulls you into his chest and holds you, “It was traumatizing, I know. It was for me too, but I can only imagine how it felt for you. Look, it’s okay to not be ready for another baby. I don’t think we are either. We have our hands full right now with everything that we have going on. But would it make you feel better if we talked to Doctor Mendez? Maybe she could calm your nerves a little.”

You nod as you close your eyes. John holds you tight in his arms and kisses the top of your head, and the two of you stay like this for a few quiet minutes. John finally loosens his grip and leans back to look at you, and you smile when he wipes the tear off your cheek.

“I missed you,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Do you wanna go see our baby?”

“Yeah,” you let out a small laugh and intertwine your fingers with John before heading back to the house.

As soon as you step inside, Ronan squeals with delight and runs over to you, saying ‘momma’ over and over. You scoop her into your arms and smother her little face in kisses, and she giggles the entire time.

“I missed you, bug!” you hoist her onto your hip and smile, “Did you miss me?”

Ronan nods her head and smiles before pointing at John and saying something about a pumpkin. John leans over and kisses the top of her head, but she quickly loses interest and wants to go back to playing with Finn. You put her down and watch as she runs over to join him in a pile of toys.

“I know I said I wouldn’t crash your weekend…” John smiles when you look at him, “I don’t have as much self-control as you.”

“I don’t mind,” you lean up and kiss him, then you pull away and gasp, “New family member!”

John furrows his brow, “What?”

“New family member!” you say again, playfully shaking John, “From our anniversary week, the psychic! She said we’d have a new family member. We thought she meant Toast, but I think she meant this! She was real! She really knew!”

He nods, smiling when you look up at him, “Well, she said that we were soulmates, so clearly she knew what she was talking about!”

“Amazing,” you say quietly as you smile.

John chuckles as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you, “What were you doing before I got here?”

You shrug, “I was going to sit on the porch and read.”

“Can I join you?”

You start to smile, “If I said no, would you have enough self-control to stay away?”

“Absolutely not,” he answers immediately, wrapping his arms around you tighter, “But I think you like that.”

You lean into his embrace as a smile spreads on your face, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. It feels like home. You can't help but smile, knowing that he understands you better than anyone else ever has and ever will. As you two stand there in each other's arms, you realize that this is where you belong. With him. And with a deep breath, you finally answer his question.

"Yes," you say softly, "You can join me."

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Don't mess with our dad

The great general Furfur was attacked. Somehow, winding up in the hospital with several cuts, a concussion, 3 broken ribs, his left kneecap broken, and a dislocated jaw. The large demon pouting about whatever had occurred.

A nurse walked in and smiled. "Look, general! Someone sent you a "get" well gift!" Showing him the large boutique of flowers that she arranged in the vase next to his bed. As well as a small card. For a demon like Furfur, who understood the meaning of several plants for research purposes that was anything but a gift.

13 types of flowers hidden away in disguised present. 13 flowers, basically screaming at him the same message. It was actually kinda cute how passive-aggressive the warning in it came.

Yellow carnations, meaning rejection. Columbine stood for foolishness, and the Geranium empathized that by adding folly and stupidity to the mix. Hydrangea showed signs of heartless or frigid affection. The lavender indicates deep signals of mistrust.

Orange Lily screams out hatred with its loud coloration. Marigold showed off grief and jealousy, but considering there were also Yellow Roses added, also implying jealousy and infidelity, he knew which way the message leaned. Then came the Peonies for bashfulness and shame.

The Poppies were a consolation of sorts as the Snapdragons spoke of deception and grace. The Zinnia were absent in affection while the Lotus tried to offer enlightenment and rebirth. Something along the lines of... 'Get lost, you jealous pig. I wouldn't even trust you in the next life.'

On the card, there was the entire misfit class, and several of them were holding a "get" well soon banner. It was rather sweet until he spotted his two trainees holding a sign over their heads. In big bold letters, it said. 'DON'T PICK ON DAD AGAIN!'.

Even that was somewhat amusing... until he remembered how he ended up here in the first place. A shudder rushed down his spine cause a brief grunt to escape as it pasted his ribs. Maybe he should wait a bit before he ever decides to visit again.

**the day before**

It was just an average weekend spent at home. All the kids were over and causing mischief. Balam currently had an energetic Clara on his shoulders whilst Iruma and Lied clung to his legs.

Kamui was sitting with Kerori and Elizabetta currently having tea. Alice and Sabro were fighting again, but they weren't destroying anything, so you chalked that up for a win. Picero was taking a nap on his cloud while Goemon, Allocer, and Jazz seemed to be playing some kind of card game.

Which left Soi, who was currently trying to sneak up on Balam with one of your freshly made flower crowns. You giggled as you watched the two of them playfully participate in a game of now you see me. Every time Balam-San would turn to acknowledge the little demon, he would disappear.

Overall, it was a lovely day. Too bad something had to ruin it. A shadow loomed over you, and you glanced up recognizing your uninvited guest. "Hiya cutie, did ya miss me?" General Furfur.

You gave him a blank stare in return. "What are you doing here?" The disinterest in you tone making the answer to his question very clear. "Aw, don't be so cold. Didn't we have fun last time?" That slick smirk stretching across his face.

"I believe I told you already. I don't waste my time with people who don't raise my interest. You had it, but you lost it just as quickly. It's not my fault if you can't maintain something." You shrug before turning back to watch your kids.

Somehow, Soi had either snuck up a tree without Balam-San noticing or the demon had let the boy think that. Either way, he hung precariously above the gargoyles head, shushing a giggling Clara as he dropped the laurel on top of their dad's head.

Shichirou, for his part, blinked and pretended to be surprised when he reached up to touch his head. "What do you even see in him?" You heard the frustration in his voice, and you stiffened.

"I mean, he's so weird, I heard he constantly carried creepy books around as a student, and he is constantly mumbling strange nonsense. So what's there to even like?" You could feel your nails digging into your flesh, your teeth clenching together like a steel trap.

"And you know even if he is strong, he's more of a pacifist, not very demon like if you ask me." Every word seemed to grate on your skin. How dare he?!? How dare he scoff at your husband/mate/whatever this relationship had escalated to.

Standing up, you were ready to send him flying through the garden wall. Only.... someone beat you to it? Well, more like two demon's cause it seemed Alice and Sabro had heard the red demon trash talking their master.

It seems all of your children had heard to actually as they proceeded to gang up on the large general before he could stand. Kicking punching scratching, you even saw iruma bitting him!! Balam cautiously approached you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

"Are you alright?" He whispers softly in your ear, brushing his woven feathers behind your ear as he does. You glance over to him. Seeing your present still firmly in place wrapped by strong vines around his neck. The pretty stone sort of winking in the light.

Reaching up, you wiped your shocked tears off of your face in surprise. Oh! You hadn't realized you were crying. "Yeah, it's just..." looking back in time to see Clara and Sabro holding a large hammer and smashing it on one of Furfurs legs.

"I'm just so proud!" The tears of shock quickly turning into one's of joy. "Look at my babies fighting to defend you! Oh, where's my camera?!" You quickly grabbed your phone and started taking pictures.

The gargoyle shifted somewhere between nervous but also proud. "Shouldn't we stop them?" You waved off his concern. "It will be fine as long as they don't kill him."

[forlorn-crows]

Mushy May Day 7: Compliments

sneaky little recycle for today, one of my favorite ficlets ive written, including one of my all time favorite headcanons tee hee

Pairings: Mountain/Dew

Words: 449

original post here, or read under the cut!

Dew softly kisses his cheek, snuggles close to his ear. Mountain’s out like a light, snoring and mumbling in his sleep, but Dew doesn’t care. He loves how the tension falls away from his face when he’s deep asleep, making him look absolutely ethereal, but he especially loves to whisper little confessions in his ear when he knows only Mountain’s subconscious can hear him.

He speaks feather-light against the shell of his ear, delighted when it twitches or perks in response. It’s always a litany of the most saccharine things he would never say to his face:

You’re the most gorgeous creature of the forest, You keep me grounded, I love your endless patience, your kindness, your tenderness, I love how you share your plants and your knowledge with us, how you gift little pieces of yourself, You care for all of us so deeply it runs through us like glue, binding us closer, I love you, I love you, I love you.

He grosses himself out sometimes, but he finds the words come so easily when they’re alone, tumbling out of his mouth before he can stop it. But the reason he does it—apart from indulging in some vulnerability—is for the effects his words have on Mountain’s sleeping form.

I love you’s always make Mountain’s lip quirk upwards in the briefest flashes of a grin, always the same sliver of a chipped fang poking underneath. Different words make him mumble something nonsensical back, or make his ear flick, or make his tail thump against the bed.

The best part is watching the little scarlet snapdragons grow from the base of his horns. That’s how Dew knows he’s worming around Mountain’s brain, illuminating his dreams with his flame. He thinks it’s endearing how fast they grow sometimes; rows of burnt orange and crimson blooms sprouting throughout his hair and even behind his ears. Many times he’s sworn he could make an entire bouquet, the growth just a touch overzealous.

Sometimes, he likes to start off sweet and tender, only to dissolve into suggestive filth. He likes to watch as his sinful whispers make little ornamental peppers grow alongside the snapdragons, curling and nestling into each other. Mountain’s fingers will flex and his brows will knit together, eyelids fluttering as images of carnal desire no doubt flash behind them.

But it’s purely self-indulgent, because soon after he notices Mountain’s cock twitch and chub up, he’ll rub his face into his back and kiss along his neck, purposefully waking him so he’ll recreate the very scenes he had described in his ear—but not before playfully scolding Dew for his deviousness.

Today, though, Dew is content to quietly watch the snapdragons grow.

[precious-and-petulant]

Snapdragon? owo

My darling little snapdrag❀n! What's n❀t t❀ l❀ve ab❀ut them? They're such a sweet little dear! G❀t t❀❀ big f❀r the p❀t they came in recently... And then t❀❀ big f❀r the next ❀ne... And the ❀ne after! They're gr❀wing s❀❀❀❀❀ fast! Which is funny, because the pers❀n I g❀t them fr❀m claimed they barely grew at all, like that's a n❀rmal ❀r g❀❀d thing...? Anyway, that pers❀n is just a friend ❀f a c❀w❀rker, I guess. We w❀rk t❀gether s❀metimes in a distant way, ❀nly because I have n❀ ch❀ice.

[minhosimthings]

How about moots as flowers?

I spent a summer researching fLowers and their meanings THIS IS MY MOMENT.

@astraystayyh: White Carnations. They symbolise pure, sweet, innocent love and I sometimes truly believe Sahar is love incarnated.

@frenchkisstheabyss - Iris. Irises, for centuries have always said wisdom, love and valor. Is there anything else to describe Ty better?

@jaylaxies - Morning glory. It's not about what it means, but I love the scent of morning glory and even how it looks just screams Aria.

@junnieverse - Myrtle. Myrtles are such cute flowers and also sometimes their essence is used to make whales...do the thing. MARS IM SORRY-

@sjyluv - Snapdragon. If there's anything as graceful and beautiful as Mia, it's the flower that represents grace itself Snapdragon!

@sumaneun-stars - Red tulips. It means "someone who can connect really easily." That's Skye for you.

@yunabi436 - dwarf sunflowers. BECAUSE MY BABY YUNA IS THE MOST ADORABLE LITTLE SHIT EVER

@lovestay-channie - Pink Carnation. It symbolises someone who is unforgettable and Rae has that effect like you can't ever forget her personality.

@chlorinecake - lily-of-the-valley. No cause I love these flowers so much they're the prettiest ever, in scent and in glamour (just like my jagi)

@angel1kisses - Southernwood. Technically it's not a flower, but it symbolises warmth through comedic gestures and that's just saur Vampie.

@candewlsy - Marjoram. It speaks of happiness and joy and welp, if Mizu isn't just the biggest bundle of joy ever idk what she is

@haecien - Honeysuckle. Mainly because I think Harua smells like Honeysuckle IDK WHY IM SORRY

@amazzwon - Winter Savory. does it symbolise spicy shit? Yes it does. Does it remind me of my babygirl? Yes it does.

@jaeyunluvr - Yellow tulip. Maily because her smile is saur pretty and tulips symbolise sunshine in a smile hehe

@minhypen - White rose. It symbolises love in innocence and also softness, and I feel like Selene is the gentlest person I've ever met SHE'S SO CUTE.

@mnwrld - Sweet pea. It means Blissful pleasures and I feel like Kana and her writing are actually such pleasures to read.

[pinkslenderman]

Apologies for the delay in making this more...acceptable as an introductory. Wildcard is helping with the...technological aspect, how does this contraption work...?

-General information-

Aliases: Pink, Ace(FUCK YA!), Orkidea (Only to be used by Icelandic), Magnolia (only select few may use), etc.

NEVER USE: Pinkie. I would also appreciate if you didn't use slurs.

Pronouns: Ey/em/eirs/emself. They/them is acceptable as an alternative. Gender neutral pronouns, and compliments hold no gender to me.

A 9ft tall bright pink mantid based slenderfolk with a penchant for conservative formal apparel and corsets. Please never talk me into heels again. Why do I need to list my description? And it's not conservative it's comfortable.

Genderqueer, demi-romantic/demi-queerplatonic/Ace. (And A-aesthetic) and partners with Icelandic Slenderman and platonic partners with Wildcard (THAT'S ME FUCKERS!) (Mod is interjecting to say both things only apply in character.)

And coparent to Aspen, Frost and Aster.

Pink is fond of sweets, pink and blue things and appreciates gifts. GIVE THEM SOME. That's not necessary, gifts are not needed....how do I delete that, Wildcard how do I delete it....thank you my ne m'oublie pas, fleur for not helping.

Hello, pleasure to meet you.

You may call me Pink as most address me as such, but most anything will do.

With a few...exceptions.

You are more then welcome to stop by for tea and a chat.

My proxy/child Dahlia is also here. It uses it/its pronouns and fem terms, please be nice to it.

OOC Mod status: SLOW.

OOC under cut.

This blog is a slendlr roleplay blog.

General rules and info:

Mod is not a minor but would appreciate asks be nothing more then suggestive, flirting is allowed with Pink.

Mod uses They/them and Ey/em/eir/eirself pronouns.

Asks may be sent to Pink or Dahlia, magic anons are allowed. General rule of thumb, be nice, don't be bigoted and any hate will be deleted

(You are allowed to be mean to Pink and to bother them within reason as long as it's clear its for in character and not just to be a jerk to people like Mod or others.)

Shipping is also allowed.

If something is said or done in character that makes you uncomfortable or is too much during an interaction PLEASE let me know.

Blog may sometimes cover topics such as violence, death, cannibalism, threats, biting, and the occasional swearing. Things will be tagged as needed.

Fun stuff and mentioned Characters above outside this blog:

Pink's voice

Pink and Icelandic vibes Playlist (Mad by Pink Mod)

100 faces meme list (For doodles, Pink and Wildcard are both options for this (Icelandic, Aspen, Frost and Aster are up to their mods choice))

A03 where mod sometimes puts slendlr oneshots and lore snippets

Wildcard - @/slenderofthejoker

Icelandic - @/icelandic-slenderman

Aspen and Frost - @/asp3n--and--fr0st

Aster - @/little-aster

Tags list:

slendlr - general fandom tag

pink posts (some older ones are tagged pink posting) - general tag

dahlia posts (some older ones are tagged dahlia posting) - general tag

pink answers - ask tag

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(Additional tags for when Mod remembers to use them....will be edited in later for older posts))

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ne m'oublie pas - tag for asks/start of interactions with Wildcard in chara

snapdragon/sunflower/aster - tag for asks/start of interactions with Aspen, frost and aster respectively in chara

Lore events are sometimes also tagged with set tags but i do not remember them all (usually under the influence of magic anons ex. evil pink, pinks virtues and vices, etc)

DAHLIA!

[mikurulucky]

FINALLY!!!!

After dozens of attempts to beat Smoked Cheese using Pure Vanilla and Snapdragon as my healers, I finally relented and upgraded Parfait to 7 stars. I already maxxed out her level before, and I finally maxxed out her skill too. I had to buy red crystal things from the event shop with crystals (god I'm so poor now lol) on top of the ones I earned through dark mode, but with her and Cream Puff on my team, I finally did it!

And I got to relish the sweet ending! Golden Cheese seeing a beautiful sunset for the first time in centuries! And finding that her kingdom is populated by the little cheesebirds! (god, the cheesebirds are just too cute!)

And it was all because I found a recent vid of HyperHimes trying to beat the level. I had to stop the vid before he started the level so I could try and use his team, and it worked! No running out of time, no dying.

That level was HELL.

[dyrewrites]

Find the word tag

Okay, so three of you tagged me...and I am doing them all at once.

@snapdragons-sunshine is here @tabswrites is here and @kaylinalexanderbooks is here -- go check out their answers.

I am tagging @abalonetea and @rmgrey-author (I will make you write, sisser, just watch me) and YOU

Your words are: coffee, clouds, sate and fall

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My words are: strange, red, fish, flower, one, hand, fire, bruise, ground, copy, thought and bottom

->under the cut, because come on that's a lot<-

strange

“Yours, am I?” The kiss also surprised, widening those silvery eyes before he sunk into it with me, and any worries I held for those unusual teeth melted in the strange, cool warmth of his tongue.

red

Too quick he was beside me, ignoring my question and testing the waistcoat’s color against my hair, my skin, my eyes, “Mm, whoever purchased these knew you well, this red matches your eyes beautifully...especially with this gold in the border.” “I did, and my eyes are not red,” I tried for a kiss, to distract, to slap those suffocating things out of his arms. All it earned me was a wider smile, “No, they are a delicious shade of brown, but the red enhances them, and the gold matches those lovely little flecks dancing about their edges,” I did get a kiss then, on my cheek as he shoved the clothes at me, “Now put these on, I put your garters on the desk, I need to find the brush...”

fish

I laughed, though the look on his face told me I shouldn’t have, “Amore mio, this is not calm. This is broken. You are speaking to a broken man,” he tried to kiss me, slipping in his hold before kicking and scrabbling at my shoulders to remain afloat, but I couldn’t find the smile that ought to have garnered. Something kept tickling my bare feet, with peculiar skin that felt too much like rock to be a fish and I had no desire to find out what it was, “a broken man who’d like to flee from whatever is under us.”

flower

That was where I lay when I heard the scream, shorter and higher pitched than any sound I’d heard from Lucient before. He stood at the base of the hidden stairway not a second after, eyes wide, tracing the path of flowers. But he said nothing, only staring, even as his eyes landed on me. Removing the rose, I asked his stunned silence, “Is this not what you asked for, my love?” The sound he made was more a squeak than an answer—though he did manage a bit of a glare—so I tried a different approach, “how about you take all of those stuffy layers off and join me in this bed.”

one

“Well, no more of that,” he announced, grabbing my beard—ruining the uniform shape he’d brushed it into—and shook my chin, “We must pretend to be shipmates.” “Shipmates regularly grab each other’s faces?” I teased, swallowing the loving epithet on my tongue. “You tell me,” He snipped and when halfway out of the cabin, he laughed and called back, “You’re the one who has all that experience with sailors.” Laughing with him, though hollow and short, I took care to grab the parasol he’d forgotten and caught up in time to save him from more than a bit of smoking skin.

hand

Falling to his cool lips, I tried to remember what started the argument, “So you’re not...upset about letting the crew watch the ship?” “They did so already, didn’t they?” shoving me firm against the mast, he set his parasol to rest on his shoulder and began unbuttoning my waistcoat, smiling with my hand caressing his cheek. When enough were loose, he slid his fingers under my shirt. Gasping, together, with the touch—even through gloves his cool was too sweet—he waited till our eyes met before saying more, “And, just as you are mine, so is the Lune Royale. It cannot set sail without me on board.”

fire

His eyes jittered, widened and he jumped on me, smearing more of what drenched me with all his eager kisses, “My brilliant treasure. Sigils, on the stones in the kitchen. It's ever-burning fire if you say it right.” “I'll fetch, you stay,” looking at the broken mess of bone and meat—poking from the cage I’d stuffed them so tight, yet still they giggled—I added, “right here.” He nodded as he slid away and I rushed to find the stones.

bruise

“Good,” he said, kissing me too quickly before sighing and looking up at the bruise of sky above the dropped sails. With his head held so high, it was too tempting not to kiss the neck he exposed. And he swooned at my touch, giggling with my playful rub of beard on his skin. “You certainly aren’t behaving like a terrified man,” he told the smile I couldn’t wipe away. “Oh, but I am,” I told him—truthful it was, if muddied by his closeness—and lifting him to rest on my hips, savoring that sweet yelp, I added, “I am in absolute awe of you, mon amour.”

ground

With brush in hand, he tended to my hair, “You are faster than you know, but you hardly use it, are you afraid to do things quickly?” Chuckling, I tried to fuss with my beard—difficult with mirrors that refuse to show your face—and managed to steal a kiss as he stepped back to check his work. “Afraid of falling into things, or breaking things,” I admitted, “but at present it is more the hunger that slows me, my love.” “Well, there’s always Sebastian,” his emphasis ground with a deeper, whining tone, and as I laughed he set the brush down and draped his arms over my shoulders, sighing, “But as he has proven useful, we should find someone else.”

thought

If you, dear reader, are confused by the thought of games or rules, or anything Lucient may or may not have been obeying...you are not alone. He never shared anything of them prior to that trip, never even explained which he’d broken that attracted the ire of the Council. Or, and this is paramount for the remainder of our tale, who the Council was—is, rather, they are still about in one form or another. And, in the interest of sharing my utter confusion and slow realizations with you, I’ll be keeping those secrets until such time as I asked of them. Which was not then.

bottom

Laughter, deep and stuttered answered first, “Yes, Captain, our ever-eager crewman has graduated from providing lavish accommodations to gifts of custom clothing,” all mirth died with what followed, though his teeth gleamed in his grin, “Aren’t you delighted?” “No,” I clipped, “and I’m concerned as to why you are.” Fully clothed, the ice of him yet cooled as he draped his arms over me, kissing my neck and cheeks before speaking to my smile, “They’re lovely outfits, treasure, matched so beautifully,” teasing my bottom lip with those sharp teeth of his, he ruffled my hair and added, “and one never turns down free.” “Oh, but my love,” I caught him as he turned, spinning him back around to return the kisses, “gifts as grand as these are never free.”

[batslime]

Tragedy’s Gift

ok. I needed it

You and Terzo just delivered your first baby together and are shocked (🌚) to find an atypical quirk accompanying her arrival.

it’s so tenderrrrrrr

Nine months of anxious waiting, preparing, and doubt mixed with pride had finally come to a close.

You and Terzo had finally met your first child together and could hold her in your arms. Beautiful baby Tragedy had made your life hellish while you carried her to term but you would have done it again and again- your daughter had been delivered hours before and already you felt like she was both of yours’ whole life.

Terzo was so overcome with joy and pride and raw wonder that he had been wiping tears away since her crown first peaked. She had his cute little curved lips. Her eyes shone black like obsidian, which she got from you (you were told The Eye could show itself later, but it may not appear at all and only time will tell), and already she had quite a bit of raven hair, inherited from both of her parents.

You gently rubbed your tiny daughter’s supple back as she napped, snorting like a wrinkly pink bulldog occasionally. She laid in heavenly sleep upon the upper half of your bare bosom, a simple black chiffon chemise draped over the rest of you. You both were exhausted, but her father and your husband could hardly contain his joy.

“Do you think I could hold her again My Doom? I don’t want to wake her, but I feel almost empty without her weight in my arms,” he chuckled and you reciprocated with a smirk at the reminder of Tragedy’s whopping 9 pounds that she exited you packing.

Your precious gift stirred and whined just a bit as you carefully turned yourself towards Terzo so he could reach for her. He teared up again as her eyes opened and he saw his reflection in the beautiful black. The way his chin trembled and he smiled at her made you fall in love with him all over again every time.

He spent a while slowly rocking her in his arms, nuzzling her little nose with his, playing with her cheeks in his hands which seemed comically big against her face despite his own size. You couldn’t help but chortle at the idea of her ending up taller than him years down the line.

As that thought was interrupted by a very high-pitched hiccup and the two of you exclaiming “goodness!” at the same time, something you had started together ironically but was now impossible to shake off, the thick carved wooden doors to your and Terzo’s bed chamber resounded a knock from the other side. You gave a verbal go-ahead and in came your brothers in law, to meet their new niece.

“Dov'è il piccolo fagotto? Let me see that girl!” Primo entered, careful of his volume but obviously in the biggest celebratory mood you’ve seen him in. In one arm he carried an overflowing bouquet with your favorites; charcoal eucalyptus, poison hemlock, black heart sweet potato foliage, haunted by the small dried seed carrying skulls of the crimson snapdragons he had gifted you for the shower and perished in your care. He always struck you as the sentimental sort.

He tenderly handed you the gift and you thanked him with a warm and grateful beam. In his other arms he carried a tote with teas he had prepared for the new parents, toys, the most deadly adorable dresses for Tragedy, and a blanket he had embroidered with her initials. Terzo started crying again upon seeing the clothes as his eldest brother showed them off.

Secondo took Tragedy from his baby brother’s arms so he could examine the luxurious and ridiculously tiny dresses more closely. Everyone’s eyes were on the two of them going back and forth about the quality of the lace when their middle brother let out a surprised shout.

All three of your eyes slammed over to Secondo and his niece, Terzo reflexively diving his arms under her in case his brother dropped her.

Secondo looked embarrassed immediately. “Merda, mi dispiace fratellino… it was like all of a sudden I felt a jolt go through my whole body!” He cautiously passed your baby back to the two of you. Terzo passed her to Primo for a turn as you spoke.

“Are you alright?” you ask your family member with concern. “There’s been a lot of stress on everyone lately. Have you been eating and sleeping we-“

“OOH!!”

Now everyone stared at Primo. Getting nervous, you move to take your child, who was surprisingly unfazed, from the oldest brother and he bent to meet your arms with her.

“I felt it too! It’s almost as if the baby shocked me!”

As it left his lips he and Secondo made eye contact, held it momentarily, then burst out in laughter on cue, Secondo giving Primo a playful slap on the back.

Terzo was becoming irate. “We’ve been up since her water broke at 3 AM worried sick and making sure our child enters the world unharmed, both tired as shit, and you two clowns want to come in here and play a little joke? While my wife can still hardly move in bed and my newborn is tryin-“

You let out a yelp.

All eyes, including your daughters, are on you. You could swear the corners of her lips turned up ever so slightly as the two of you gazed into eahcother’s eyes.

“I saw a spark! I definitely saw a light at her hand as she reached for my face!”

“Terzo, don’t you remember? You had lightning powers as a baby! She probably does too!” Primo grasped his brother’s shoulder as he explained.

“Between all of us your were the only one who showed signs of supernatural powers, but it’s not unheard of in the church for some children to be born with them” Secondo offered, being the most well-read on the ministry’s history of you all. “You had a different mother than Primo and I, maybe she had some supernatural ties as well. It’s speculated that it could be due to demonic ancestry. They faded while the two of us were rather young, but many books referencing the phenomenon claims they simply lie dormant. She must have inherited them from her paternal line.”

Terzo stood looking uncertain and a little forlorn. You knew it was a sore spot for him that his mother died when he was so young, and he had commiserated many times to you in private how he wishes she could see how far he’d come since he was forced to say goodbye. Knowing he had this much more to celebrate without her was clearly an emotional hit.

“Terzo!” you poke playfully, aiming to lighten the love of your life’s mood on such a joyous day in your time on Earth together. “My first time being a mother and you gave our baby the power of electrocution? You thought it wouldn’t be hard enough?!”

You all laughed together and you bounced Tragedy on your breast and cooed and made all kinds of dumb noises at the incredible thing you and Terzo had made together as his family continued to congratulate and shoot the shit with him.

You felt your heart swell even more. Terzo had always been special to you. You had never heard of such abilities existing in the clergy, and it made you proud to know that not only was the man you love gifted with such a wonder of the world, but he had shared it with your daughter as well. You both knew Tragedy was destined for great things.

That, and it was really funny imagining a little Terzo running around zapping his brothers.

Primo came back the next day with insulated gloves.