#verse: baby daddy

[nicklangfordmuse]

No Attachments, No Boundaries | baby daddy

Nick needed to be out of the apartment. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he needed to be apart from Katrina for a moment, needing a different point of view, even just for tonight. They’ve been fighting so much and if they keep dealing with this together, they might just keep exploding on each other and they agreed not to show it to Shawn anymore. The little boy’s been through so much trauma already the past few weeks. The moment he got the details from Whitney where they’d be, he was out of the apartment and on his motorcycle on the way to the bar. 

When he got to the bar, the parking was quite full. A typical Saturday night. He couldn’t deny that it’s been six times the entire ride that he thought about turning back and just going to his wife. But when he gets home, he was scared that he wouldn’t find the Katrina he married. The Katrina he’s been with for the past few weeks felt different. She’s frustrated and emotional and while he could understand her situation, he didn’t feel like he’s the Nick that she married either when he’s with her. Maybe through alcohol and guilt tonight, things would just go back to normal on its own. 

Being in a crowd this full on his own reminded him of his days as a single man who didn’t care about anything but himself. The last time he was in a situation like this, minus being a married man, was when he met his ex-fiance. It brought back a lot of memories but he had to shake it off. This isn’t a night for that. He’s just here to drink his problems away, hopefully. 

“Boss!” Whitney called out despite the noise, waving at Nick. 

Nick smiled awkwardly and went towards her. “Hey. I didn’t know it was gonna be this crowded. I thought it was just a small gathering with your friends.” He tried to tell her, shouting a little so that he can be heard. “There’s an internet DJ in the house so it’s quite full. Don’t worry, we have our own private space. Come on.” Whitney said, leading him to where their room would be.

When they got there, Nick was surprised with the mix of people in the room. How is Whitney friends with this kind of group? Some were the same age as them but some looked like they were in their mid-30′s. There were 12 of them, plus Nick and Whitney and she introduced him to each of them. He’s just glad that they could all talk freely in there while still hearing the music from outside. Nick sat on the big circular couch as Whitney handed him a shot. 

“So, where’s Katrina? I don’t want her to think I’m your mistress, dragging you to every party I go to! She’s invited too, ya know?” Whitney teased as she laughed, as well as Colin, the guy beside him. 

“Shit. You’re married too?” Colin asked with a chuckle.

Nick chuckled lightly and nodded along. “Yeah. I am. She’s....” Nick was about to make an excuse why Katrina couldn’t come but he decided to just leave her out of this. “Well, I came here for a reason and that’s to not talk about my wife for a minute.” Nick said and Colin clinked their shots together. “I hear you, brother. Cheers!” He said as the boys took their shots. “I spend six days a week with her already and all I ask is time for myself and drinks every Saturday.” Colin added and Nick didn’t like how that sounded. It sounded like Colin’s tired of being around his wife, which is why he’s here. That’s not why Nick is here. “Uhm...don’t get me wrong. I love my wife and...I love being around her. I really do.” Nick explained but he was cut off by a question.

“Why are you here, then?” A girl asked, sitting beside him on the other side and handing him a shot. 

Nick turned to her and he had to swallow nervously. “Oh...uhm...” He paused, feeling the need to accept the shot from her. “It’s...it’s complicated.” That’s all he could say. He didn’t want to bring up his problems here and out of respect to Katrina, the problem is just for them to discuss, not for strangers to dissect.

“Complicated. I like that word. It’s both...terrifying and interesting.” The girl said with a smirk, clinking their shot as well before taking it. Nick pressed his lips together and nodded, taking his second shot. 

“Right. Sorry. I forgot to introduce you. Nick, this is Penny Lane. Penny, this is Nick. My boss. But...like the cool boss, you know? Don’t worry. He won’t fire me in the morning.” Whitney joked. Penny extended her hand and Nick looked at it for a second before shaking her hand. “Penny Lane? Like the song?” He asked and Penny nodded with a grin. “The boss has taste in music.” She teased along as their hands shook. “I see your parents do, too.” He added but Penny shook her head, giggling at him. Whitney had to step in, seeing how Penny had her mysterious smile on. “Penny Lane isn’t even her real name.”

Nick gave her a look of curiosity, wondering what the point was for using a different name. “Is there a reason why you don’t say your real name?” Nick asked curiously.

Penny just kept a smirk on as she shrugged her shoulders. “Wouldn’t you like to know, boss?” She teased. In that moment, Nick had a feeling what was happening so he had to sit up a bit and fix his glasses. “Just...out of curiosity.” He said, getting a new bottle of beer in front and taking a big gulp. Penny saw how her presence got Nick nervous and it got her chuckling. 

“I like the hair, by the way. And the mustache. Very 70′s. That’s kinda my style.” Penny added, pointing graciously at her outfit for tonight. Nick grinned awkwardly and nodded, refusing to even give her a whole body look. Penny laughed along, sensing the guy’s awkwardness. “Don’t worry, Nick. I see the ring. We’re all friends here. Some with benefits but only those who are willing.” She explained, trying to calm the guy’s nerves.

“Consider me...just a friend, then.” He insisted. Penny gave him an offended look, holding onto her chest so Nick had to clarify himself. “Oh, no, no. You’re beautiful and...I’m sure you have a good reason why you call yourself Penny Lane instead of your real name but...I love my wife. We’re not okay right now but she’s still girl I wish to come home to every night and also we have —.” He paused when Penny started laughing out loud. Clearly, she was just messing with him and it made Nick laugh too. “As exciting it is to be in circumstances that are not ideal, a not so baggage free kind of fun, I would never ruin anything that’s precious to someone.” She assured him, clinking their beer bottles together. “You’re interesting, Nick. You look loyal...and sweet. You sound like you really love your wife but you just need a quick breath of fresh air sometimes. You should hang out with us more. No attachments, no boundaries.” 

Nick smiled at her, glad that he could meet new friends that are not Katrina’s friends or just co-workers. Not only that, everyone seems nice and friendly and they hear him out. To put icing on the cake, Penny Lane is a lover of motorcycles, being the daughter of a mechanic. That got him really excited, glad that he could finally talk to someone about his new ride. Even the other guys were interested in his new ride and this was what he was hoping from his wife when he got the motorcycle. They were sharing the excitement with him which Nick really appreciated. Penny Lane even offered her dad’s services to give his ride a new look if he wanted to.

Nick had so much fun that he forgot about his problems at home for a minutes, just drowning himself in drinks. Around 1 in the morning, some of them started to leave in two’s. So this is what Penny was talking about when she mentioned they’re all friends and some with benefits. Seeing one couple make out hard on the couch, Nick was suddenly reminded of his wife. They used to be like that, especially during their honeymoon. This might not look like love (but lust) but if people saw him and Katrina like that, they would see how in love they were with each other. The alcohol was turning him emotional that seeing two people be sexually attracted to each other was making him cry. Just because he misses his wife. 

“Uhm...I think I’m gonna...head home. It’s getting late anyway.” Nick said, needing to get home and hopefully hold his wife again. “That’s fine. We’re all heading home anyway.” Colin told him as they got up one by one. Heading out to the parking lot, he felt Penny hold him by the waist as they walked. “You look like you’re gonna drop face down on the ground. I don’t think you should be driving.” 

Nick chuckled, putting an arm around her so he wouldn’t fall. “Are you gonna take me home?” He asked teasingly, unsure why he was being playful. “No. I was gonna suggest taking a cab.” Penny teased back, seeing how Nick was twice as drunk as she was. She could still get home on her own but Nick clearly needed a different ride than his motorcycle. “Just leave your motorcycle here. I can talk to the manager to keep an eye on it till tomorrow. When you’re sober enough to pick it up.”

Hearing talks about his motorcycle perked him up. “You wanna see my motorcycle?” He offered and Penny nodded, along with two other girls and Colin. They walked to where he parked his bike they all looked impressed. 

“Your sportster is definitely classier than my dad’s.” Penny said, checking the details of the ride as Colin held Nick up. “You should hook me up who you got this from because I’m definitely getting myself one.” Colin said and Nick nodded, pulling his phone out and sending him the contact of his supplier. 

“Let’s take a picture to celebrate our first night with Nick!” Rosie, one of the girls said and Nick and Colin nodded, joining the girls by the bike. They all took a group photo by the bike, even if they’re not complete. Once they got a bunch of photos, it was time to go home. Before they could all head home, Penny has one favor to ask. “Would you mind taking a picture of me with your bike? I just wanna show it to my dad. He’s gonna be so jealous.” She said, browsing for her phone in her bag. “Shit. I left it in the private room.” Knowing how drunk Nick is, she figured he couldn’t wait for her anymore if she went back inside to get her phone. “Just use your phone and send it to me. You have my number, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Sure.” He agreed, stepping back a bit as he took a photo of Penny with his motorcycle. She has that rockstar look, especially with her outfit right now. Making three shots, he showed it to her and she couldn’t be happier. “Perfect. I can’t wait to brag about your sportster.” She said, watching as Nick showed her that he was sending it to Penny Lane. Unfortunately, he sent to Polly Harris. Polly, aka Donnie’s wife and one of Katrina’s high school best friends. That instantly woke up Nick. “Shit, shit, shit.” He said, going to his message thread with Polly and immediately deleting the photo and message from the thread. He’s just glad that it’s past midnight so hopefully, Polly didn’t see the photo.

“What happened?” Penny asked, wondering why Nick was panicking.

“I...accidentally sent it to my wife’s high school best friend. Her name’s Polly and I thought I clicked Penny Lane.” Nick explained, sending the photos to Penny Lane this time as he let out a very deep breath. 

Penny started laughing and shaking her head. “If you didn’t have your glasses on, I would understand. That only means one thing and that is...you’re too drunk to drive.” Penny told him as they both laughed. Nick knew she was right so he nodded. “Right. I’m gonna get a cab now and go home.” He said, giving Penny a quick hug as he said goodbye to everyone else, hugging them as well to thank them for the amazing night. 

Once he got on the cab, the drive was quiet and 15 minutes felt too long that he was just staring out the window. Will Katrina still be up when he gets there? And how will they sleep tonight? They’ve been sleeping with a distance between them even if they’re on the same bed. Maybe it would be less weird if Shawn between them. But then again, this would be the only time he’ll be with his wife where they have no choice but to be together. He really misses her and quiet midnights like this remind him so much of their honeymoon. They’d still be awake by this hour making sweet and rough love however they wanted to. Back when they still freely and innocently used that fucking pill. Speaking of the pill, Nick remembered he still has one more in the drawer. The fun they used to have with that tiny capsule and how he wishes to bring that back. It’s hard to deny that not only their sex drives were intensified by that pill but as well as their love for each other.

Soon enough, Nick got home. Paying the driver, he went out of the car and tried his best not to make noise as he wobbled inside the apartment. Going to the drawer in the kitchen, he grabbed the last pill and brought it upstairs. As he walked towards the room, his mind was already sending senses to every nerve in his body that he misses his wife and that he is horny. He started unbuttoning his denim jacket as he quietly entered the bedroom. Kicking his shoes off, he slid subtly under the sheets. “Hey. I’m home. I took a cab.” He murmured so he wouldn’t startle her, slowly wrapping his arms around her as he started kissing her neck while his hands caressed her body. “Fuck. I miss you so much, my love.” He whispered as he kept kissing her neck and shoulders.

[yesimilkdamilkman]

is it just me or is the miles morales tags becoming deader every day?

[miguelswifey04]

sweetheart

sugar daddy! miguel x sugar baby! reader

CW: established relationship, fluff, slight nsfw but not explicit just more so fluffy <3

a/n: i know everyone is hooked on dbf! miguel but i cannot let go of sugar daddy! miguel soooo, here’s a little drabble of my continuation of sugar daddy! miguel who loves to spoil his baby <3

with a charming smile, miguel took your hand, leading you into a luxurious penthouse that he had reserved for the two of you. the room was adorned with elegant furnishings, a testament to his desire to provide the best for you.

“my love, this suite is just a small token of my appreciation for you," he whispered, his voice laced with adoration. "i want to spoil you, to make you feel cherished and adored."

you felt a warmth spread through your heart, overwhelmed by the tenderness and affection miguel expressed. this was far more than a materialistic offering; it was an expression of his devotion to you.

throughout your time together, miguel made it his mission to anticipate your wants and needs, ensuring that you lacked nothing. he surprised you with thoughtful gifts, each one carefully chosen to reflect your interests and desires.

the nights spent together were filled with passion and intimacy as miguel poured his affection upon you. he reveled in exploring your body, making it his personal mission to bring you pleasure and fulfill your every desire.

his touch was both tender and possessive, his kisses eager and passionate. he delighted in the sensation of your skin beneath his, your bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy. with each intimate moment, he made sure you felt cherished and wanted, knowing that your pleasure was his greatest satisfaction.

beyond the physical, miguel was always there to lend a listening ear and offer support. he listened intently as you shared your dreams and concerns, providing words of encouragement and guidance. he guided you through all your endeavors and your goals no matter what it took for you to reach them.

in public, he held your hand proudly, demonstrating to the world that you were his and that he adored you endlessly. he introduced you to new experiences and places, ensuring that you felt a sense of adventure and fulfillment by his side. miguel loves to take you to a high-end boutique, urging you to choose whatever your heart desires. you browse through racks of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories, feeling the excitement of indulgence. miguel’s smile widens as he sees the joy on your face with each new purchase, delighting in the ability to spoil you.

the affectionate gestures were never in short supply with miguel. from gentle kisses on the forehead to spontaneous surprises, he made sure you knew how much you meant to him. he showered you with affection and whispered sweet nothings, making your heart skip a beat.

———

a/n: ngl i love soft miguel over possessive miguel heheh <3

[unhetalia]

My argument for middle class Alfred:

I think both Francis and Alfred do this, but after their revolutions, they disappear from their government's politics. In Alfred's case, he also leaves behind everything he once had because it was given to him by Arthur — he is essentially "starting again".

This person who leaves his own comforts for the idea of freedom doesn't have money as his top priority. He takes a lot of jobs among his people, he keeps what he needs and gives away what he doesn't. I like this characteristic for Alfred because it's a break away from Puritan values, which tied wealth to Godliness. Alfred instead embodies 'ideals' rather than realities. The belief that in a system where people can have plenty, they will use it to make others' lives better.

(At some point Alfred also becomes part of The Underground Railroad, and a lot of his money would go to this movement.)

Between 1940-1960 home ownership became a majority in the U.S., going from 43.6% to 61.9%. Alfred would have briefly worked with his government during the 1917-1918 and 1941-1945, but would fall out with them and would be in direct opposition of McCarthyism. This would mean that during most of the 50s, Alfred would be doing a lot of under the table work while trying to dodge the government. This pretty much goes on until the end of the 80s.

For Alfred, the end of the Cold War starts the thaw between him and his government. In 1993, they draft an official policy that ratifies Alfred as a private citizen, with similar rights - except that he cannot run for any sort of public office.

(They also hire him part time to present "America's interests" in meetings that involve other Nations.)

During this era, Alfred settles somewhere rent-controlled - he has his government work and something interesting but maybe not super lucrative. He starts accumulating things! Donates money! Even has a bed frame! But he never ends a pay cycle with more than forty dollars, which goes into a small emergency fund that gets emptied every few months when life decides to Be Life.

(Enter Arthur, whose personal net worth is more than most Nations' put together.)

[snowbellsquiver]

AU:

Snow and Charming escape the curse through the wardrobe to a land without magic just before Snow gives birth to baby Emma on the side of the highway. She awakens a day later in this strange new land to Emma’s cries. Disoriented, Charming reassures her that they are safe and she marvels over Emma; relieved for the first time since her wedding. They got away. Good will always win.

[thisissirius]

i would pay actual money for eddie to call buck his baby daddy just once

"him? he's my baby daddy"

buck.exe has stopped working

[cottoncandy-cult]

I think it's weirdly cool how similar Toji Fushiguro and Megumi Fushiguro's English voices sound, like yeah, they're father and son but they're also 2 completely different voice actors. They got the shallow rasp down pretty good, and I could definitely imagine adult Megumi sounding similar if not exactly like his dad. Also, about Toji's English voice actor, it's odd to me just how many barbie movies he has voiced in. Like it's A LOT and I'm honestly not sure what to think about Toji having such deep ties to the barbie verse. XD

[laurelwinchester]

anyway i see people are having wrong and bad opinions about dean winchester as a dad again so i'm really happy to announce that after an unexpected hiatus from writing i am officially back at it and new chapters of both htlgi and eihiy will be coming this october!

[usagimen]

ffvii sayuri but it's her causing psychological warfare in the TURKS department while wearing a miniskirt && heels that have knives in them

[melien]

[goldeneyedgirl]

I've been reading your babyfic snippets and I have so many questions about it. I love the concept, it's so cute and funny and a bit dark – since now the cullens have one more thing to protect. I think you mentioned in one of the snippets that Jasper tried to cook for Ollie (and failed) and I'd love to read anything you have about this. Also, I see Maria and Alice's mom are potential problems (?), but are you thinking about making the Volturi a problem too, aka Renesmee Cullen plot??

Don't worry if you don't have snippets to post, I'd be glad just to know your thoughts <3

Thank you :D I'm having a good time turning baby-fic into something with a Plot.

I can add Jasper trying to cook to the list of potential ficmas posts!

Neither Jasper or Alice are good cooks and rely entirely on Alice's stepfather to teach them (mostly so that they aren't forcing cooking-food scents at the Cullens, not because Esme is unwilling; Simon has High Standards when it comes to food, so he's determined to make sure Alice knows her way around the kitchen).

Alice manages okay with practice - she's never going to be an amazing, passionate cook, but she can definitely feed herself and Ollie. She has the advantage of being able to smell and taste, and Jasper can't tell temperatures as well as Alice. Jasper comes from an era where food was very, very different and everything was made from scratch, and he has only the vaguest memory of eating. But by god, he's going to try so goddamn hard to get it right.

(Esme hovering every time he's left home alone with Ollie, desperate to help, but Jasper's so determined to be able to do this one damn thing for his son because it's a basic human need. It would be hard to be a vampire that can learn anything with ease for decades, and then be faced with something that can't be mastered instantly.)

So the plot between main Hybrid-verse and Baby-verse will be different. Basically, there will be main Hybrid-verse, and a secondary fic that basically diverges into Baby-verse.

They will, at this point, have different villains. Hybrid needs a major overhaul, tbh, so a lot of details are up in the air (right now, I've reached the equivalent of New Moon in major scenes; I'm leaning towards Hybrid being one giant fic instead of divided up, but that's not set in stone either.) I need to ramble at beautlilies about main-Hybrid to see if the existing plan is ridiculous or usable, before I confirm or deny who the villain is.

Maria is not the villain in either of them; she's kind of there to stir the shit and when she's around, it's solely to remind everyone that only she may harass, torment, and manipulate Jasper and his possessions (family, friends, Alice), and anyone else who tries is added to the top of her shit list.

(Maria on discovering Jasper has a kid because neither of them was using birth control: "...I changed him because he was pretty, not because he was smart.")

[miguelswifey04]

omg pretty please can we have a sugar daddy miguel x reader where it’s who keeps on denying on Miguel buying them stuff because they feel bad using his money (^｡^) and Miguel’s who’s really sweet and insist on buying em stuff and one day they go on a date in the mall and almost fight because miggy wants to buy them Chanel or Dior and reader feels guilty for using his money (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*) hehe can we have this please

LOVE this! i <3 this take where the sugar baby doesn`t want to be spoiled IG that much...even though that`s the point yk ☹️

miguel was one of a kind, and he was not just any ordinary sugar daddy to say the least. you on the other hand didn’t quite like when he’d spend money on you for unnecessary things. and you know that the whole point of having a sugar daddy is to get spoiled and get taken care of. you appreciated that miguel has given you the finicial liberty to be stabled and let him take care of the most IMPORTANT things that required miguel’s attention and money.

the only reason you had a sugar daddy was not necessarily because you were in dire need of money. you somewhat had money of your own but it was because you were lonely…you craved the companionship, the attention, the physical aspect of relationships, and love. you were a recluse and a “nobody” under the eyes of the world but to miguel you were his everything. miguel had always been generous, showering you with his affection and wanting nothing more than to just make you the happiest person in the universe. but there was one thing about him that made you feel conflicted - his desire to spoil you with expensive gifts and treat you like a princess. you didn't want to be labeled as his "sugar baby," nor did you want to take advantage of his wealth. so, you often found yourself refusing his offers, much to his dismay.

So on one sunny day, miguel took him upon himself to drive you around in his Porsche 911 Carrera Gt3. miguel had one hand on the steering wheel while his right hand was squeezing your thigh lovingly. his fingertips gently brushed against the curves of your thighs and gently squeezed the plush side of it. he side glanced at you and you noticed him smiling at him. “so, i was thinking of taking you out on a date to the mall,” he spoke with dignity and excitement because he was going to try to spoil you whether you liked it or not. his focus was on the road mainly but he stole a few glances admiring your beauty and your peaceful nature. you nodded slightly taking in his suggestion with caution, “mmkay! sure, i`d love that very much.” Miguel’s happily nodded and took you to a fancy mall.

the vibrant atmosphere buzzed around you as the two of you strolled hand in hand, window shopping and enjoying each other's company. however, tension began to brew when you passed by high-end stores like Chanel and Dior. you exactly knew why he had brought you there stopping abruptly which made miguel slightly stumble on his feet. you let out a sigh of guilt, “miguel, i appreciate the gesture, but i can’t let you spend so much on me,” your voice was full of guilt. “i don’t want you to feel like you have to buy me expensive things.”

miguel heard you and frowned, his expression was clouded with concern. “but, sweetheart, i want to spoil you. it’s not about obligation or impressing you—it’s about expressing my love and making you feel special. let me do this for you, for favor.” you felt your heart strings being pulled because you could tell miguel was being genuine and sincere. you sighed, torn between your desire to please him and your internal struggles. “i understand, but i can’t help but feel guilty. i don’t want our relationship to revolve around materialistic things. it is the love and connection that matters most to me.” you gently squeezed his hand and pulled him closer.

a soft smile tugged at the corners of miguel's lips as he gently cupped your cheeks, his eyes filled with sincerity. “you don't have to worry about that, cariño. trust me when i say that my love for you isn't tied to material things. but allowing me to spoil you from time to time doesn't diminish the value of our connection."

his words resonated deep within you, and you couldn't help but lean into his touch. despite your reservations, you understood that miguel's intentions were pure and driven by his immense affection for you.

“okay, miguel," you finally relented, your voice filled with a mix of gratitude and love. “i’ll give it a try, but let's remember that the most important thing is our love and the moments we share together."

a genuine smile spread across miguel's face, his eyes shining with happiness. “absolutely, mi amor. our love will always be the foundation. the rest is just a bonus."

you date, exploring the mall hand in hand, and this time, you let miguel spoil you with his affectionate gestures and small, meaningful gifts. because in the end, you realized that accepting his generosity didn't mean losing sight of the true nature of your relationship—it simply allowed you to revel in the love he had for you, in all its extravagant and tender forms.

[kechiwrites]

Gril at this point I need you to write a whole fic with babby daddy ghost I'm eating this shit UPP

best i can offer is a series of non chronological (mostly) chapters making up the highs and lows of their relationship 😭

[pleinsdemuses]

@walkitoffrogers

Sin's hands trembled as she clutched the pregnancy test, her eyes fixed on the two unmistakable lines that confirmed her fears. A rush of panic surged through her, and she turned to face Steve, her expression a mixture of fear and vulnerability. For once, she allowed her guard to slip, revealing the turmoil swirling within her.

"Steve," she whispered, her voice barely audible, the weight of the revelation pressing down on her. "I... I'm pregnant." She didn't know if Steve desired children, or if he even saw a future beyond the perilous life they led. "I... I didn't know. I didn't think I could..." Her words trailed off, the weight of the situation pressing down on her chest. She had always considered herself incapable of bearing a child, a consequence of the atrocities inflicted upon her by Hydra, the idea that she could carry a life within her seemed inconceivable. She was Sinthea Schmidt, daughter of the Red Skull. An assassin, not a mother. Until now.

[orangetintedglasses]

He was eager for a lot of things right now-- or at least, that was what the look in his eyes said as he threw the undertaker a smile. Though 'freaking out the bar staff' was pretty low on that list, even if it was just a little funny to see the poor woman basically sprint away the second she dropped their plate on the table, barely catching her as he turned his head.

How the tables have turned, Mister Undertaker~.

She'd get a good tip for having to put up with them tonight, Vash would make sure of it... but that still left them in silence for a little while, which he understood, given the pang of regret that dusted Wolfwood's face with in deep scarlet. He'd just busy himself with polished off the dredges of his own drink before the ice watered them down... at least, until Wolfwood posed the million dollar question; the one that made him look up from the rim of his glass.

. . .

... mmmmm... they... probably shouldn't. No, definitely shouldn't. Keeping it to drinks would be the smarter option; full drinks were much easier to keep track of and monitor their intake with. Shots got the job done faster, sure, but... mm, but the booze already in his stomach was spreading it's warm, fuzzy tendrils out towards the rest of his system. Taking just a bit of the edge off of that concern. The Plant hummed as he reached over to snag a chip as well-- one with a little less meat and more jalapeño because why not--

"Dooo you want an honest answer, or me to wax on about moderation and stuff?" he asked, doing absolutely nothing to conceal the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. It looked a little wry and self-aware in the right lighting, but still made his expression read as one of good humor.

"Shots sound fun. But if you're asking me, whatever's cheaper is my answer." an answer that was accompanied by a sagely nod, "whatever gets you more of what you wanted in the first place, yeah?"

"Jesus Blondie—!" Wolfwood, only having taken a long sip of his drink before Vash vacuumed up his, physically recoils, eyes wide. "I know you're eager to swallow but—"

"Here's your food!"

The waitress forces a smile as she sets a basket of sizzling loaded nachos onto their table and books it. Wolfwood is sure he hasn't seen waitstaff so blatantly violate the 'no running' golden rule of restaurant employment before.

He, on the other hand, goes red in the face; Wolfwood's mouth purses into a blushing grimace. They should... he should... probably tone down the dirty teasing. Just a little. It's a shame—Vash's reactions are priceless.

... they're at a bar. People say worse things. Ugh.

Wolfwood clears his throat awkwardly, filling the now-dead air with another long sip of his beverage.

Then another.

Then—

Oh. It's empty. Well, shit. Really? He supposes he'd been so embarrassed and overthinking everything that the drink went down without any problems. It kind of just mingled with the taste of the cigarette currently between his fingers in the ash tray. Maybe he should try something else. Shots? Mm... is it that kind of night..? Maybe.

"Oi," Wolfwood snaps out of his bluster and calls to his companion as he scoops a generous chip full of cheese, crispy worm fat, and a jalapeño slice. "You wanna do shots tonight? Or just drinks?"

[horrifichaunts]

Elizabeth and Baby tag dump!