#the wives

[zanephillips]

LOUIS BOYER The Wives 1.01

[dickvandyke33]

pearlina drawing i made based off of a post i saw (and forgot to screenshot, sorry) i love them so much it's crazy

[viivenn]

the lady of Nevermore and her knight.

(i blame @franouo for this. you’ve influenced me😔✨🧚‍♀️)

i just think they’re so sweet and… stuff 😁✨🧚‍♀️🦋🪄❤️✨✨✨✨✨

i draw brienne like this to give a little reference to the books , if you’re curious about her scars and freckles. i also don’t think larissa would have any scars , and in this universe i think brienne would be juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust a smidge taller , not by much , but enough.

[dreamwatch]

Ramblin' Gamblin' Man

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #20 - Prompt: Under The Covers | Word Count: 979 | Rating: M | CW: period typical homophobia (alluded to) | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: secret relationship, sharp suits, Steve Harrington is stupid for Eddie Munson, Fluff but make it lustful

Steve’s at the Grammys. Holy Shit.

It’s not the first time Eddie’s been here, but it’s the first time he’s brought Steve. He walked the red carpet alone last time, the rest of the band ahead of him with their wives and girlfriends, Eddie playing up the bachelor angle. Steve watched from their home. 

Tonight they’re ’best friends if anyone asks’, which Eddie thinks is unlikely because there are some big names here and like, who the fuck are they in the scheme of things?

They’re not nominated for anything; Eddie said they’d been asked to play a cover of Ramblin’ Gamblin Man and both Wayne and Steve’s dad are big Bob Seger fans so the band said yes. See, its little things like that that make him want to climb inside Eddie and never come out. Any other act is thinking about the prestige, Eddie’s thinking about whether his family would like it.

He loves this man so fucking much.

The band are sitting about ten rows back; he’s got a clear view of Sheryl Crow from his seat, and he’s pretty sure that’s the back of Whitney Houston’s head over to his left.

His new phone is buzzing in his pocket. Robin is obsessed with sending him messages. Tonight so far:

‘Is Stevie Nicks there?’

‘If she is please tell me she’s hot.’

‘Shit I think I just saw you!’

‘Is that Sheryl Crow in front of you?’

He deletes them to make space for new messages, hopefully something about how their friends are at the goddamn Grammys and not whether Shania Twain has a nice ass. (She does, he looked.)

Eddie taps his arm. “Okay, we have to go get changed.”

“Huh? Why?”

They’re wearing their ‘Corroded Coffin smart attire’, essentially their usual clothes minus the rips. They’re not exactly scruffy, per se, but… Steve’s in a suit here, you know? (The suit is borrowed, but it’s all about the effort.)

Eddie grins at him. “You didn’t think I was performing at the Grammys in this, did you?” He pulls at the long sleeve tee he’s wearing under his new leather jacket. 

“I mean, yeah, I kind of did.”

Eddie tsks. “For shame, Steve.” He leans in, achingly close, his breath tickling Steve’s neck. “Wish me luck.”

Just for a second Steve thinks about kissing him. Fuck everyone else, fuck the fans, the industry, he just wants to kiss his man publicly. But he doesn’t. Instead he shifts so his lips are practically touching the shell of Eddie’s ear.

“Good luck,” he whispers. 

Eddie shivers. Steve laughs.

The boys all leave, and now it’s Steve and The Wives.

Thirty minutes later the sound of a trashy high-hat fills the auditorium, lights flashing in time to the thu-thu thump bass drum pattern. Despite Jeff being their lead vocalist it’s Eddie, with his raspier, bluesier voice, that’s taking the lead tonight, and doesn’t that just make Steve’s heart fucking cry out with pride? And you know, Eddie, his Eddie, singing at a nationally televised event should be the thing he’s concentrating on, and it is! It is. But when the lights go up the first thing he actually notices is—

“Holy shit, they’re wearing suits!” 

Bonnie says it before anyone else gets a chance. He imagines the four of them are a picture right now, side by side, eyes on stalks because their men are all on stage at the Grammy’s wearing blacks suits, crisp white shirts and… fucking sunglasses. 

Look, he’s seen Eddie in a suit. It was a nice suit, but he looked about as comfortable as a priest in a lingerie store. This is not that.

These are sharp tailored suits, fitted to perfection. Eddie has too many buttons undone on the shirt, some of his chest exposed, that old Fender guitar pick necklace replaced with a solid silver copy (the original with Wayne). The stage lights hit his mirrored Ray Bans, the chain, the rings. But Steve can’t take his eyes off that fucking suit.

He’s going to devour him.

Eddie’s not a frontman, says he loves being able to just do his thing and let Jeff take care of the crowd. But he has a feeling things might change after tonight. 

The audience are on their feet, and Steve grabs the girls so they can head down to the backstage area. They have passes but even then he has to pull the ‘pregnant ladies coming through’ card to get them back to the green room. And when they get in there--

They’re still dressed in those fucking suits.

Eddie spins toward him. “Hey! What did you—“

Steve doesn’t give him a chance to finish the sentence, he has his hands on Eddie’s face and he’s dragging him in for a long, deep kiss, Eddie’s eyes wide and cross eyed.

When he finally comes up for air he realises Jeff, Gareth and Matt are all getting much the same treatment from their wives.

“You’re never taking this off, understand?” Steve says breathlessly. “Never.”

“What… the suit?”

“Duh, the suit, yes the suit. You’re never taking it off. I don’t care what you’re doing, mowing the lawn, taking the trash out, washing the car, don’t care. This,” he says gently pulling at a very expensive lapel, “is never leaving your body.” He goes in for another kiss. “God the things I’m going to do to you tonight.”

“In the suit?”

“Fuck yes, in the suit! Told you, you’re never taking this off.”

Eddie’s grin is slow and mischievous. “This is really doing it for you, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

It’s doing it for everyone. There are three respectable married ladies here, mothers no less, acting like groupies at an Aerosmith gig. 

Steve squeezes his hips. “Let’s go.”

“Sunglasses: on or off?”

Steve wants to sink his teeth into him right here.

“On. Definitely on.”

The song:

The inspiration:

[sapphicsparkles]

Well I I didn't finish this in time for Butch appreciation day, but it just so happens I appreciate butches every day

[alexiasvaccumn]

Happy international girlfriend day to my 9 wives who have 0 clue that I exist. Love yall 🥰🤞

[lifedistractions]

New promo shot of Ben as Frankie Morgan in The Wives!

[titanebaby]

BEN WILLBOND as FRANKIE MORGAN

THE WIVES s1e1

[susieskinner93]

Not saying he's my favorite but he totally is

[alethianightsong]

When Rictus 'sneaks' in to snatch Furiosa, I'm like "How the hell do the Wives not hear this giant, clunky man?" then it occurred to me that they're used to Immortan Joe's "conjugal visits", so they probably heard the heavy, male footsteps and just pretended they didn't, hoping it was someone else's turn to be bothered by Joe that night.

[glowinggreeneyes-e]

Ben Willbond in The Wives, Episode 2

Part 1 | Part 2

slight and implied NSFW underneath:

[captain-grammar]

Ben Willbond as Frankie Morgan in episode 1 of The Wives

[bbcghostsupdates]

Ghosts Awards update!! (Including Themthere solo projects!!)

Ghosts,Charlotte and Kiell have all been nominated for a TV Choice Award in the longlist!!

Not only that but Jim has been nominated for an award for Here We Go,A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder was nominated and The Wives! (A Good Girls Guide which Mat was in and The Wives which Ben was in)

This is another last chance for Ghosts that is fan voted please please vote and help them to get to the shortlist and hopefully win!!

The voting link is below!

[thatordinaryoddity]

home is nowhere, therefore you 🤍

This is the fifth and final piece of the Moiraine x Siuan wedding AU art series! Their honeymoooon! You can find all previous artworks summarized in this post.

I'd like to draw your attention to the reddish skin and deeply black ink of Siuan's and Moiraine's fresh wedding tattoos on their backs! The chosen symbol is the (Kalinga) prayer motif, which represents "what a home usually symbolizes - security, abundance, and protection" (x). I thought it was fitting because Moiraine not only found her home in Siuan (and the other way around), but they're also finally home together.

Thank you @cirquedereve for the lovely idea, the tattoo inspirations and brainstorming! <3

[alexiasvaccumn]

OHHHH HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAITLINNN!!!! ABSOLUTE BALLER AND WIFEY 💯🔥