#getting ready to go home getting dinner getting ready for bed

[nanamisgirly]

nanami never liked staying at work late, but lately, he liked it even less—not because of the hours, but because of her words that still echoed in his head. “come home not too late, papa…and safe. please?”

so by 6:37pm, his keys clicked in the door, his tie already half-loosened and shoulder relaxing. the house was glowing in soft golden lights, the faint scent of dinner and lavender filling the air. he could hear little giggles and your voice, soft and lilting.

“papaaaa!!” came a screech. a flash of pink brust around the corner—the smaller of the twins, your daughter, rocketed toward him like a missile of love, her curls bouncing with every step. nanami dropped to one knee just in time, catching her in strong arms.

“you're late” she accused, nose scrunching.

“only by seven minutes, princess.” 

“still late,” she buries her face in the crook of his neck, pretending to pout—arms wrapping around him in a tight clingy hug.

“then i guess i have to make it up to you.” he smooths her wild hair with one hand, the other steadying her back. “where's mum?”

“she's in our room,” she mumbled into his shirt. “getting our clothes for bath time.” 

nanami kissed the top of her head before standing up with her still clinging to him like a sleepy koala. “let's go, then.”

he peeked into the twin's room to find you kneeling by the dresser, laying out a tiny pair of pajamas with sleepy clouds printed on them. your back was turned, humming softly, and when you heard the shuffle behind you-

“you made it.”

“right on time,” he murmured a soft smile perking his lips as he let your daughter slide down to the carpet. she immediately started trying to pick out different socks than the ones you laid out. “let me help.”

soon, it became the usual dance—familiar, wordless teamwork. 

nanami filled the tub, rolling his sleeves as he tested the water. your twins were surrounded by bath toys. your daughter kept shrieking over shampoo in her eyes even when it wasn't. meanwhile, your son, sat like a tiny monk at the other end of the tub, back straight, reading the back of the conditioner bottle as if studying. his fine blonde hair was slicked to his forehead, and he blinked up seriously at his dad.

“did you know this coconut oil has vitamin E?”

nanami nodded gravely. “sounds powerful.”

“i think it is.” he replies just as gravely, tiny brows furrowing.

it took an hour to get them all clean, between plays and rubbing their bodies—watering your clothes and nanami ones. their cheeks were pink, their blonde lashes wet and clumped, and when they looked at the two of you, the way their eyes lit up—one pair looking exactly like yours, the other exactly like nanami—you swear you fall in love all over again.

you wrapped both of them in towels shaped like animals—a fox for your daughter, a bear for your son—and carried one under each arm like squishy luggage to the bedroom.

and it was friday!! one of the two nights your kids are allowed to sleep in your king-sized bed. your daughter immediately jumped face-first onto the mattress, laughing as she crawled to her usual corner. nanami followed close behind, fingers ready to tickle her sides.

“noooo someone help—!”

“i'll save you!” your son said suddenly, serious as ever. he climbed up behind nanami with quiet determination, arms circling his dad's head like a little warrior. grip firm—but far too small to make any real difference against the solid strength of his father.

still, nanami plays along, “a surprise attack!”

your daughter squealed in delight, wiggling away as nanami collapsed into the pillows, groaning in fake defeat. “too strong…i've been defeated by my own children,” he said, his voice muffled into the pillows.

“you're not allowed to hurt my sister,” your son declared calmly, sitting up proudly on nanami's back like a victorious knight. “she's a princess.” your daughter blinked up at him from her spot “…i'm not that much of a princess,” she mumbled—but the tiny dimples pulling at her cheeks gave her away.

you stood in the doorway, freshly out of the shower, hair damp and arms folded as you leaned on the frame—heart so full it ached a little.. 

“alright, heroes," you called, "time to settle.” nanami propped himself up on his elbows, glancing at you. his blonde hair was messy, cheeks faintly pink from the wrestling, and yet his eyes locked onto yours with that look—that look, he only ever gave to you. glaring, yes, but full of quiet love, admiration, and maybe just a little longing.

“ewww…papa, stop that. .” your daughter said, catching the shift in his gaze. nanami chuckled at the comment, dimples peeking on his cheeks—the exact same one of your daughter. “sorry, princess. i forgot i'm not allowed to look at my wife.”

you laughed under your breath, crossing the room and climbing into the bed, slipping under the covers beside nanami. he instinctively shifted closer, and your son already pressed against your other side.

nanami's arm rested across your waist lazily, the little twins curled up in their usual places. and for a few quiet minutes, the room was filled only with soft breathing and the rustle of pages from a bedtime book your son was reading—or pretending. he just wanted to copy his dad but will never admit it

then, with a soft sigh, nanami turned his face toward you, leaning in closer, eyes half-lidded. “mmh. just a moment,” he murmured, his voice low and sleepy, as he tried to lay his head on your chest. but before he could settle a tiny hand pushed against his forehead.

firm. determined. 

nanami froze. your son, eyes still on his book, said calmly, “no.”

“no?” 

“she's my mum,” your son added, now turning his head to look his father straight in the eye—honeyed eyes meeting honeyed eyes, right above your chest. without looking away, he placed his second hand beside the first and pushed, gently but decisively.

you couldn't help it—you burst out laughing, hand covering your mouth as nanami stared at your son like he'd just been betrayed by his own blood. nanami sighed, defeated again. he chose to rest his head on your shoulder instead, arm still wrapped around your waist—as close as your tiny bodyguard would allow.

and somewhere behind him, your daughter giggled sleepily. “poor papa.” 

the night softened into warmth—the kind of warmth that fills every corner of your body and slows time. little limbs tangled with yours, three gentle rhythms of breath all around you. your heart impossibly full.

this… this was home. for both of you. 

[sirfluffletin]

Cuddling Hc Mafioso x iTrapped x Chance x Reader

I don't know what you did to get these three into bed with you, but whatever it was...Nice.

They all make a make a conscious effort to not leave you without an option for company for the night, but it happens sometimes. They’re all used to the nightlife, but when their trio becomes a quad they don’t want to assume it’s the same for you. So iTrapped tries not to isolate himself when Chance is busy, and Mafioso tries to be home at a certain time, that way you can get some affection when you feel the need. That said…it happens sometimes. Try not to give them a hard time they're trying.

Dates with the four of you are a bit of a goodiebag. iTrapped always wants some extravagance, so he really likes it when you, chance and Mafioso go big for him. The slight smile on his face when he takes in a beautifully decorated dinner table in the star-touched sky, in the luninous skyline is really something. Chance is far easier to please; he’s happy to do anything that involves some action. Mafioso on the other hand is harder to read; although he does has a fondness for the finer things in life, he also enjoys soft moments like walks through the parks and he's always looking for sibling for his fur baby so take him into a pet store, see what happens... If you accommodate their preferences, they make an effort to meet yours as well, regardless of price or difficultly to provide.

By the end of it, its up to what side of the city you are all on to determine who's bed you all fall into. Mafioso has multiple homes rented all over Robloxia, while Chance if he's not residing in one of his casino suites he's most likely in a hotel room for the night. iTrapped is the only of your lovers with a permanent residence, his safe haven and base of operation that he's so graciously allowed you all to take residence in is a spacious pristine- serial killer type clean (it's a bit scary it doesn't even look lived in) loft. Be greatful, and leave your dirty shoes at the door.

Bedtime cuddles will be the norm even when all of them aren't present, so feel free to snuggle up to whichever one of them you need to regulate your temperature at night. Mafioso runs hot, like a giant hairy heater, but iTrapped runs a bit cold while Chance is a good equilibrium between the two. Although Chance kicks off the blankets a lot, and iTrapped steals them, so expect all the sheets to migrate to one end of the bed throughout the night.

Although the attendance of your lovers may vary, sleeping positions will remain a constant through the relationship. It's a bit of an unspoken rule that Mafioso will only sleep on the edge of the bed so he is always ready for action and can spring out of bed whenever he needs to. You've come to the conclusion that it's a Mafia thing, that he has a overbearing need to protect 'his' people, there is always an arm outstretched over you and chance cradling you both into his chest whenever you're both in bed. iTrapped also sleeps on the edge of the bed but not for any sentimental protective reason, no, he just prefers not to be touched, well- of course there's a more tactful deeper reason behind this as well. He's prone to slipping out of bed in the dead of night, Mafioso is a very light sleeper so more often then not the two share very deep intimate talks, well more like iTrapped vents and rattled on about trivial affairs Mafioso listens. Quite attentively.

Then there is chance, he's the poster boy of going with the flow. Oh it's just you and him tonight? He'll be big spoon unless you want otherwise. iTrapped doesn't want to be touched tonight, cool, I'll sleep with my back to him. Chance can sometimes seem- for lack of better words 'One track minded' always betting, making predictions and sometimes it just seems he's in his own world but he's very attentive and perceptive, he has to be in his line of work. There would be multiple times in your relationship where you have an offhanded comment about needing to do something and he out of the rest of your partners would be the one to remind you.

Cuddling... Whoo!

I hope you enjoyed, as a little tid bit for anyone who cares enough to read this, I will be putting myself on a schedule mostly because

1. I am lazy and I will not write unless I'm literally holding myself at gunpoint

2. Because I often start new works without finishing previous ones

So my schedule will be as such.

Wanwood x Reader (Genesis) Jun/28

Chance x Reader (Coin Slot) Jun/29

Two Time x Angel! reader (Spawn Sent) Jun/31 @missspop (you are seen and heard I am working on it)

[halcyon-writings]

nav.

iasip style title card: His real name is Rafayel "attached at the hip" Deepspace. may the rafayel girlies pull the new myth in the least amount of pulls!

You know that the reason you're at this art show is because Rafayel had asked you to come with him. Several times, actually, in the span of the days that had come before it. You weren't usually a fan of such spaces, given the fact that the last time you went to one, it was only through the combined efforts of Thomas and Rafayel, that you didn't punch some critic for being far too rude.

"Pleaseeeeee," Rafayel had begged even. The artist had come over that morning with breakfast from the cafe you both liked to go to. The scent of hot cakes and the warm syrup had made your mouth water. But no... you must stay strong...

Of course, such a thing is easier said than done when you hear your stomach growl rather loudly. You had gotten home pretty late last night, so dinner wasn't on your mind as much as falling into bed and immediately passing out was.

Rafayel's pleading expression becomes smug. But he slides over a latte, and you know that your fate is sealed as the scent of coffee floats towards your nostrils. You don't even playfully swat at him when he presses a kiss to your cheek, thanking you with a melodic like laugh that once again proves how much you let him get away with.

"I'll make sure you have everything ready for later, you don't have to worry about a thing," You can't help but squint as he lists off what you'll need. An outfit (one that is matching his, obviously), accessories to match said outfit, and just registry into the guest list. Given who Rafayel was, all of that was easy to acquire.

The gallery's venue was the rented out rooftop of some restaurant, one whose waiting list was both impressive and intimidating. Another part of you found it ridiculous when you looked up their menu out of curiosity and saw the portion size.

Thomas, looking relieved that Rafayel appeared at all, is quick to greet you too, bringing you some of the appetizers that were catered, that you gratefully accept.

"Finally made it?" A familiar voice asks behind you, sneaking a piece from your plate as Rafayel's eyes twinkle with mirth.

You hum, chewing thoughtfully, "Of course, I was invited by the gallery's star of the show."

Rafayel laughs, a sound that makes you smile as well.

"Come on," A familiar touch of his hand rests at the small of your back, his palm is warm. You'd almost think he was a completely different person with the charming smiles he gives, when you think about the past instances of Rafayel not wishing to attend galas or events, where Thomas had to all but drag him along.

Even when guests wanted to speak to him in regards to work and what not, somehow, someway Rafayel always managed to turn the conversation towards something else. Before excusing both him and yourself to a more secluded part of the upper floor.

His arm was now wrapped around your waist, keeping you at his side.

"You know, Thomas is going to get on you for not mingling," You sing-song quietly, bringing your glass to your lips as you drink some water. "He's probably looking for you right now."

Rafayel huffs, but doesn't let go, instead, somehow you think he found a way to stand even closer within your personal space. "He'll be fine, I already mingled enough. I would rather spend my evening with you, then be around these snobs."

You shrug, but your own hand rests against his leg, giving his hip a small pat in comfort. "You poor, poor thing," The faux comfort isn't lost on him, but Rafayel plays it up anyway. He nods along, sniffing at the "indignity" of it all.

"But you will have to let go eventually, I can't save you from an irate Thomas if he gets to that point." You say, watching as Rafayel puts a hand to his heart, blinking.

"Oh, you hate me, cutie." He bemoans. "To be apart from you is like asking a man to stop breathing."

This time you do laugh. Which makes his gasp of mock outrage even funnier.

"Oh, hello Thomas!" You chirp, just to watch Rafayel jump, hiding behind you, only to peer over your shoulder to find... nothing.

He squints at you. You wink at him. He's quick to forgive after a kiss on the cheek, or a couple.

[someuselesslyexpensivecheese]

this fic was loosely inspired by this post that I found a couple weeks back, and I wanted to write something for it for a while, and I thought it was appropriate for Pride month.

Warning(s): N/A

Disclaimers: None

General note(s): Reader is mentioned to like antique clock, although it is not that obvious, but he is mentioned to own a grandfather clock.

Other Mentions: None

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Summary: You come home after a long day at work, and in the middle of the night you find Simon drunk on your porch, he leans in hugging you and saying ‘I love you’ at some point he even calls you your husband, you were rightfully shocked by it but it didn’t seem to bother you as much as it should

The so called ‘Mrs’

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You sit in an empty bus staring out through the reflective glass, watching the lights inside of houses gradually fly past you, it was dark, it wasn’t late, but dark and you haven’t eaten dinner yet, in fact you’re pretty sure you haven’t eaten anything since this morning, aside from that protein bar you got from the vending machine during lunch hours, it gave you enough energy to get through the day, but not enough to actually keep you full, and the auto-repair shop was packed with cars that needed maintenance that day didn’t help, perhaps maybe you should’ve ate the chicken pot pie your roommate left for you that morning, maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry on a busy day.

but oh well, sa la vie, you pull the string to request a stop, it dings, and you slouch back into your seat and you pull out your phone for unread messages or emails you missed, one was from your landlord saying monthly bill is due soon, one from your boss asking you to cover someone else’s shift, and one from your roommate saying he’s off duty, and is coming back home, in all honesty he’d probably go out drinking at some local bar first before coming home, so you kept scrolling through unread notifications, marking those you need to take care of as soon as you get home, and others that you could save for tomorrow, the bus comes to a halt hissing as it sinks down and the doors open, you put your phone away and hop off giving the driver a little nod as you go.

The bus hisses again the doors close behind you and it drives off into the night, you fix the strap on your bag before walking off to your house. you shut the door behind you making sure the screen door is closed properly and the main door is bolted, you sigh leaning your weight onto the front door, you kick your shoes off not bothering to go put them away, stretching out your back yawning, what a day, you thought, making a beeline to the kitchen.

You open the fridge and took out a plate wrapped in tinfoil, unwrapping it and then popping it in the microwave, you lean back on the counter watching the food hungrily, the aroma reaching your nose, the microwave dings and you took out the pie, and setting it on the dining room table, you walk back in the kitchen and open a drawer and took out a fork before walking back to the dining room.

You sat down and dug in the chicken pot pie it was still steaming, and the crust was soft and crumbly, you burnt your mouth just a little bit while eating but it was worth the effort, the chicken pot pie was delicious, one of these days you’ve got to ask Simon for the recipe so you can make it yourself, you sigh slouching into your seat after the very good meal, you sit there for a long minute and then you get up to wash your plate, pouring some dish soap on the sponge first then scrubbing the plate and rinsing the plate clean, you then put it on the dish rack to let it dry, wiping your hands clean with a rag, you toss the rag aside and head upstairs to get ready for the night.

You decided to wear one of the soft cotton shirts you bought a few months ago and wear it to bed, its not like you wear it to work that much anyway, the shirt was too good to get dirty, you brush your teeth, scrubbed your face with some soap and rinse your face clean, you wipe your face with a towel sighing in relief, you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror pulling on the corner of your bottom lip to check for any leftover food before turning off the light and going back downstairs to the living room, you open your bagpack and take out your computer, checking for any missed appointments, dealing with taxes, and submitting your schedule for clients tomorrow, from what you heard it’ll be another busy day.

When you finally shut the laptop you look up at the grandfather clock in your living room, eleven thirty, time to go to bed you yawn and stretch, you take your laptop and plug it in for the night, and head upstairs to sleep, you climb in bed and you pause for a moment, you head back out and went into the laundry room, and take your pants off the hamper, and began fishing for your phone, once you had it alongside your wallet and keys you head back to bed tossing your wallet and keys at your side, you plug your phone in and set it with the rest of your stuff on the bedside table and climb back onto bed, clicking the light off, you close your eyes snuggled under the sheets and you drift off to sleep, finally done for the day.

you were sound asleep when you heard it, loud obnoxious knocking at the door, you shift in bed turning to your side in an attempt to ignore it, but it just got louder, that’s when you open your eyes and begrudgingly sat up in bed, you rub your eyes and run your hand through your hair before you got up from bed yawning, the knocking just got more aggressive as you slowly walked to the door, yawning and scratching your lower back, who could be knocking at this hour? you thought to yourself, as the knocking got louder “I GOT IT! IM COMING” you yelled as you finally make it to the door and unbolting it and opening it, you rub your eyes and squint the brightness from the street lamp overwhelmed your senses a little, you blinked, once twice, running a hand through your face as you looked at the people in front of you.

of course you’ve met them before, Gaz, Price, hell Soap was here too, looking not too happy with the man who had a heavy arm slung over his shoulder, the man being of course your roommate, Simon, who was giggling drunk as he tried and failed, to balance himself onto both Gaz and Soap, whom were strugglingto even keep him up. You stare at them for a moment and chuckle sleepily, “good evening, need a little assistance there?” you ask, Gaz nodded, Soap just immedietly started pushing Simon towards you, Gaz did the same you willingly got him off their hands you let out a little “oomf”, and tried your best to carry his weight, failing and stumbling a little, Simon leaned in closer till your noses were touching, he snickered “look at your face, you look adorable” he says affectionate, leaning his head on your shoulder, you thank the three of them, and they said their goodnight, and so did you, you watch them walk away and you headed to the living room dropping Simon on the cushions, you grunted, it was way too late to be doing this, you rub your lower back, before walking to the front door and shutting it again.

You went back in the living room Simon then said aloud, “My husband…my handsome, husband, heh, heh, I love you” that caught you off guard, but that shouldn’t really shock you, he’s come home piss drunk before muttering the most insatiable shit but it was odd to say the least ; but what really caught you off guard was the ‘I love you’, not that you were bothered by it, it’s just new, to you at least, you looked at him for a few moments before you started to carry him upstairs to his room, “okay, cmon Simon, left foot up, no-wait-other foot-cmon- there we go, now other foot-ugh”

It proved to be a more difficult task, but nonetheless you still managed to get him up the stairs and onto his bed. You let out a sigh, rolling over on your back next to him, for a moment you both just lay there, letting out short breaths, you want to sit up, go back to your bedroom, but you’re too tired to move, not after the day you’ve had, and the fact you had to drag your drunk roommate up the stairs, so you just decided to close your eyes and roll over, you could talk to Simon about it tomorrow.

Your alarm blared across the hall, you blinked your eyes open, and tried to sit up only to be dragged back down by a pair of arms, confused you turn your head to find Simon, hugging you tightly he shifts a little and huffs, his eyes were still closed, you can’t tell if he’s half asleep or lucid dreaming, your alarm was still blaring from across the hall, and your bedroom door was wide open, you try getting up and prying Simon’s hands off you but to no avail he only hugged you tighter, probably still lucid dreaming, and your obnoxious alarm still going off from inside your room.

You lay there for a solid minute and then your alarm finally stops, and you sigh putting your hand on Simon’s shoulder and start shaking him “Simon, Simon, psst—Hey! Wake up!” You say shaking him a little more aggressively, “Simon!” Simon grumbles and buries his head on your side, you gotta admit, that was kind of wholesome but you’ve got work early today and can’t afford to be late, you raise your hand and lightly smack him on his arm, Simon groaned shuffling before he opened his eyes slightly scrunching his brows he looks up at you and nods his head before closing his eyes again “hey..” he says softly “Simon can you let me go?…I have to leave for work” you say trying to get his hands off you “no” he says simply, “No?…What do you mean no? Simon it’s a busy day for me, you’re not the only one in here who has a job” you say.

Simon sighed “yeah I know..” he says softly as he turns his head to face the pillow, he loosens his grip around you and you were able to get up and walk to your bedside table to disable the alarm, you sped to the bathroom to freshen up for the day and put on your uniform, you look at the clock, 6:40, the next bus comes around 6:55, so you have at least ten minutes before the bus comes, you look rush out your bedroom taking your bag with you, you look back at Simon who’s likely still hungover from last night “Hey Simon? I might be back later than usual, if your head hurts or something I have some tylenol in the cupboard above the microwave if you want it, and there’s still some ginger tea from last week if you’re not feeling very well” you say, Simon was still on the bed his right arm still stretched out from his side from where you got out the bed, still probably asleep, you thought and rushed out the door, running towards the bus stop, you pant making it just in time, the bus pulls in you check your watch, 6:57, thank god they didn’t come in time, you would other wise have to walk, you didn’t want to do that at a 45 degree celcius weather, you hop on the bus scan your card and take a seat, thank god for air conditioning.

you finally make it to work jogging, to the respective building, you made it on time, well, “on time” you’re practically five minutes late due to traffic, but still you made it, you set your bag down at the back and head out front to start your shift, you see your co-worker Aaron speaking with a man who seemed a little upset, and Aaron looking apoligetically, he spots you, and he immedietly runs over “Hey where’ve you been?” you were about to respond when he cuts you off, “—never mind, listen the man over there is having trouble with his automatic? he says the car couldn’t run and sometimes the alarm would go off for no reason, I have no expierence with an automatic, so I’ll let you take it” he says, you look over his shoulder to see the man you look back at Aaron and nodded, and you head over to where the man is “Hi, Im (name) nice to meet you, I heard you were having trouble with your car?” you say the man huffs “finally, yes, I am, sometimes it wouldn’t run, even when the key’s inside, and it would go off in the middle of the night, can you please check it for me?” he said “of course” you say taking his keys, the car was acting a little funky, he was right, but what the man wasn’t right the sudden alarm going off, but he was right about the car not starting, “well shit” you say, to no one in particaular.

After a long grueling shift you finally make it back home, hungry and tired you don’t even bother to kick your shoes off and went straight upstairs, you hear Simon from the kitchen calling to you, something about meatloaf, man that sounds good right about now, but right now your exhaustion is outweighing your hunger, and you drop your weight on the bed, putting your bag next to you on the bed, you slowly close your eyes, the last thing you hear is footsteps coming upstairs and Simon barging into your room , you didn’t care at that very moment and you drift off to your subconscious. The next time you wake up it was late at night your shoes were still on, yuck, now you had oil, and dirt all over your sheets and you still had your uniform on no surprise, but now there was a fan in your room and your window was wide open, and there was a very thin blanket on you.

You don’t recall having these in your room when you went to bed, you take the blanket off you, and take off your shoes, you let in the deep breath and stretched you groan hearing your lower back crack, you stand up, looking at the clock, it was two in the morning….great, just what you needed another shift in the morning and here you are awake at two am, you sigh dragging you feet out your door, you see that Simon’s bedroom door is wide open, he isn’t in it though, you head downstairs and found him asleep on the couch with a bunch of pillows resting between his legs, on his head. and on his side, holding it there, he had an arm over his eyes and his breath slow and light, you try your best not to wake him as you make your way to the kitchen, the light was still on, or at least the one at the dinner table was, and you find a plate covered in tin foil with a little sticky note on top that just said “enjoy —Simon” you take the sticky note off and unwrapped the plate.

Meatloaf, so you weren’t making it up, you head over to the microwave and covered it with a paper towel, and set it up for at least a minute and a half, you lean back on the counter rubbing your eyes with both hands, you let out a sigh, the microwave beeps and you take out the food, still smells fresh, you take it out and set it on the table with your utensils, you hear footsteps behind you and you see Simon mask off and rubbing his eyes, he sat down across from you as you ate your, late dinner, or early breakfast since it is essentially morning as of right now.

You two sat in each other’s presence for a moment before you decided to bite the bullet and talk to him about this morning “Hey Simon?” “Yeah?” “About this morning— sorry about sleeping in your room, it’s been a long day for me” you say “no worries, I get it, I should probably apologize as well, I don’t think you appreciated that I held onto you while you slept” he replied. You say nothing to that for a good moment, in all honesty you didn’t really mind that he cuddled onto you at night, “no worries” you say, going back to the the food in front of you, it became silent again, with the occasional tapping of Simon’s index finger on the wooden table, he keeps glancing at you, he leans over on the table and sighed, “(name)?” He asked “have you ever thought about marriage?” That caught you off guard, you put your fork down to look at him, “I….what?…” you say nothing knowing how to respond, “have you ever thought about—“ you interrupt him “no I heard you, it’s just, where is this coming from?..” you ask, you’ve only really been living with Simon for about a year and you won’t lie to yourself and say that you aren’t at least a bit attracted to him, but then again you’ve never seen him be anymore affectionate unless he’s drunk off his ass in a bar, “Yeah sorry, I know, but we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” he says, “what? No, no, no, it’s not that…it’s just a little odd, because…uhm, you said that I was your husband last night” Simon stared at you for a good couple of seconds before he rubbed his eyes thoroughly, he let out a sigh.

“Did I really say that?” He asked,you nodded actually now that you’re thinking about it was kinda funny. Not because Simon thought you were his husband it’s that you two weren’t even dating, and yet are very affectionate to each other in a way that’s more than friends, I mean you weren’t bothered by the fact that Ghost hugged you while you were asleep, it was just that you needed to go to work early, “so uh, about that marriage—any reason why you’re thinking about it now?” You say, Simon rubbed his eyes thoroughly”no, no forget it” he says dropping his hands on the table. “Why not? You don’t wanna get married anymore?” “Stop” Simon groans “are you breaking up with me?” You say snorting “don’t” “am I not enough for you?” “No” you snicker leaning forward as you eat your meal, Simon grumbled

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That was five years ago, you sit on the bus and look outside, despite the gloomy atmosphere outside it was hot, you stare down at your phone, it dings making it light up at the top of the screen you see Simon ‘I’ll be home in five minutes, I have something for you’ you sigh and put your phone back in your pocket, ans start fiddling with the ring on your finger, you eventually pull the string to request a stop, and lean back in your seat closing your eyes, today was a long day cars just kept piling in left and right, you didn’t think it would end, and thank god it did, otherwise you would throw the rag down and just quit, it was also nice that it didn’t get that dark at eight in the evening, everything was still bright, well bright as it can be on a muggy day, the bus hisses to a stop and you stand up taking your bag with you, you thank the bus driver, and hop off, you start walking home, you greet one of your neighbors Mrs Farris. before you headed inside your house, “You and Simon plan anything for tonight?” she asked “no not really” you say “shame, there’s a nice restaurant in town that just opened, heard it’s really good” she says, “I’ll take a look if I have the time” you say “thanks Mrs Farris” you wave to her and head inside.

you shut the door sighing and kciking your shoes of your feet, you hear the back door open, Simon’s home, you go to the kitchen and headed to the back to greet him, Simon spots you and smiles, you embrace him, and Simon reciprocated, you pull back a bit and gave him a peck on the lips before pulling away completely, Simon holds up a bag “I went to the store today, found somethinf at the arts and crafts section I thought you might like” he says walking to the dining room table and sitting down you sat down with him, and Simon pulls out a small antique watch, “Its not the most expensive gift I know but I thought you might appreciate it, I saw it at the thrift store when I was looking for some shirts” he says, you smile, gently taking the gfit from him “I love it” you say, Simon scoots in closer, and kisses your cheek “happy anniverssary, (name)” he says, “thanks Simon— and speaking of which, you wanna go to that Japanese restaurant you like? the one downtown” you say “maybe another time, love, Im kinda sick of getting from that place for the meantime, I feel like we go there every week” “we went there two months ago” you say “still, let’s just order pizza” he says “Alright, I’ll order, you want a movie to go with it?” you say “I���d like that” he says standing up and heading to the living room to pick a movie, you dial a number on your phone and place your order for the pizza. Its weird to think that five years ago, you’d be sitting here eating leftovers from three weeks ago, after a long shift, and Simon would be sitting with you on his phone or off to deployment.

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Author’s note: hi, hi, I am very sorry this was late I wanted this fic to be a slow burn at first but I ended up deciding against it, and had to change some things just so I can get this out before june ends, I hope you guys enjoy the fic, my next fic won’t be the merman reader fic, I’m sorry, it’ll be a character x character fic, Im gonna take a break from the x reader fics next month, but don’t worry I’ll still write them, I might also draw some fanart as well, and I might be busy in the next couple of weeks due to work and other things so sorry if I don’t post, anyway I hope you enjoy, and happy pride 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[violetcamryn]

Could you do a gabriel howell x fem reader headcannons of how he'd be as a boyfriend !!

Also could you make it super fluffy like nicknames he'd give, his favorite date ideas, his favorite cuddling spots, how he presents his own pda (like hand holding/ hugging from behind type stuff infront of others), if he likes to kiss on the forehead or cheek, corny sappy stuff like that 🙏 and can you make some in the setting of being the girlfriend on set with him!

Also cringed as I wrote this so I apologize 😭

this idea was so good, it got bumped to the front of the post lineup 😋 hope you like it!

HEADCANNONS - Gabriel Howell x girlfriend reader

Rating: Fluff 😚

- If Gabriel has to go to an early morning film shoot, he always kisses your forehead before slipping out of bed, making sure he doesn’t wake you up. He knows you’d wake up early just to be with him, but he always wants you to get your beauty sleep before you join him on set (because you’re both working on the same movie)

- He takes you out for little “dates” after shooting finishes. You’ll usually go out to the corner store, because shooting finishes after all the fancy restaurants close. But when both of you have the day off, he’ll plan a real date. He plans an entire day out with a fancy dinner to finish it off.

- He loves to play with your hair. He’ll learn to braid it, and then he’ll go so far as to learn multiple hair styles so that you don’t have to do your hair yourself when you’re getting ready to go out.

- He’ll sometimes just stare at you when you’re not looking, and think about how lucky he is to have such a beautiful girlfriend.

- He loves to hug you from behind, nuzzling his face in between your neck and your shoulder. He’ll plant gentle kisses along your neck and jawline when he does this.

- He’ll come home from work, eager to tell you every little detail about his day. You’ll spend the next hour cuddled up on the couch with the TV playing, busy looking up at him as he tells you about his day. He’ll usually massage your feet while he talks too.

- He loves the smell of your hair and the shampoo you use, so sometimes at night he’ll lay extra close to you just to breathe it in.

- He’ll sneak up behind you and try to spook you, which makes you jump just enough for him to catch you in his arms and hold you while he laughs.

- He’s literally one of the funniest people you know. You can remember multiple times where he’s made you laugh at inconvenient times and you’ve had to hold it in with all your strength.

- He hates leaving you behind to film abroad, so he will make sure to either bring you with him, or call you every chance he gets just to hear your voice. He doesn’t care if he has to wake up at 4am just to call you when it’s a good time for you, he’ll do it.

- He will always bring you snacks from the movie set. The donuts on set are your favourite. Scrumptious

(pardon me while i break the 4th wall, but I’m being so fr about those donuts, i had some back when i did acting and omg they’re so good)

- He gives the BEST back massages. I mean, have you seen his traps & shoulders? The man has some serious arm strength.

- He asked you to move in with him after being together for a few months, and since then he’s really learned how to decorate his apartment. But his favourite thing in the apartment is his collection of books that he likes to read by the fireplace. He’ll always ask you to join him while he reads, and he’ll make a nice cup of tea for the both of you.

- He spoils you rotten. He’ll take you out the the mall and just buy you things that you show interest in. You’ve had to be more careful with how many things you say you “love” while you’re out shopping, because he’ll just keep buying you things.

- He makes the best coffee in the mornings, and he’ll bring it to you in bed if he doesn’t have to work that day. He makes it exactly how you like it, every single time without fail.

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AN: Sorry this was so short 😅 i will definitely be doing more in the future but i hope you enjoyed!

[bugzzybabe]

Coloring [Thor Odinson x Reader]

Summary: Thor walks in on you coloring after a stressful day and can't help but fawn over your talents.

Content: Fluff & Established Relationship | Slight mentions of having a bad day/being down

Authors Notes: WE NEED MORE THOR FANFICS (that aren't smut or weird asf)

WC: 932 (not edited)

Ever since you got out of bed this morning, you could tell it was going to be one of those rougher days. Rain pattered outside your shared apartment and the skies looked as gray as you felt.

Thor had been off in Asgard for the past week doing whatever he needed to do so your bed felt emptier than it normally did. These types of days were always easier with him by your side, filling your heart with the warmth and love that was motivating enough to keep you going.

Doing your morning routine, you messily braided your hair and threw on whatever you had already out on the closet floor. You didn't have much to do today but you did have some extra errands that demanded your attention.

Finally finishing up getting ready, you quickly grabbed your bag and a thermos of coffee before rushing out the door. You first had to grab some dry cleaning and then run to the grocery store to prep for Thor's return home tomorrow. The dry cleaning took a tad too long and left you in a continued bitter mood as you trudged through the now rainy streets of NYC to get to the local grocery store.

Once entering the cold store, you began to scout the shelves for the ingredients you needed. The more you looked though, the less they had of the specific things you needed. Yes it could all be substituted but it was honestly just pissing you off.

It didn't help that on the walk back home, the winds picked up and blew your umbrella down the street, forcing you to chase after it feeling like an idiot. The second you got home and put away everything, you proceeded to drop on the carpeted living room floor and just lay there.

On days like this, when all you wanted was to just zone out and decompress, you would often pull out your coloring books and just color for however long you needed to. So that's exactly what you did! Donning on some fuzzy socks and grabbing your materials, you spread everything out on the coffee table and put on some cozy music.

Letting out a deep breath, you found yourself getting lost in the lines and colors that moved gracefully across the page. Within an instant though, your living room was covered in bright light as a boom shook the apartment. Though you had reminded Thor not to portal back to the apartment, he never changed it. Instead saying, "but that's the fastest way to get back to our home and back into your arms!"

Looking up from your drawing, you saw Thor standing there in all his glory with a large smile adorning his features. You gasped and quickly rushed into his arms. The second you felt his warm biceps curl tightly around you, you melted into his safety.

"My beautiful love, I have returned back to you at last." Thor bellowed as you pulled away slightly.

"Why are you back so soon? I thought you were coming tomorrow? I was going to prepare dinner and everything." You began to get worked up as you remembered all the plans you had. Pulling you back in and kissing your head, Thor instantly calms your nerves.

"Everything went well so I was able to return sooner than originally planned, that is all. As for the plans, you have no need to worry. All I need is you here with me." He soothed as he ran his hands through your hair. Then bringing his thumb to your chin, he tilted your head up and captured your lips with his. His lips were warm and salty and his scruff lightly scratched your cheeks as he held you to him.

Pulling apart gently, Thor looked down at you as if you were his whole world. "What are you up to my love?" Thor spoke as he finally noticed your art materials strewn across the living room.

"Oh I had a bit of a bad day so I was doing some art to relax." You said sheepishly as you looked up at him.

"Well I must see this art that you have put your time and love into!" Thor commanded as he walked over and crouched by the coffee table. Gently picking up one of the coloring pages you were working on with a cat and a dog portrayed in a garden, Thor gasped.

"This is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen!" He exclaimed in adoration as you rolled your eyes and watched him admire the page.

"You don't have to lie honey. It was just some coloring, nothing that requires that much talent." You huffed as he whipped around in shock.

"You must be in denial cause this is stunning and all from your talented hands. This must be hung up at once!" He said as he rushed over to the fridge and stuck the drawing under one of the many decorative magnets the two of you had collected over the years.

"There. It is perfect." Thor said as he looked back at your blushing figure. This man somehow always knew what to do to make you feel better. Walking back to you with large strides he sweeped you up into his arms as you let out a soft giggle.

"Let me show you how much I have missed you my darling." You nodded as he carried you into your bedroom and shut the door behind him. Back home with Thor was where you belonged and he would forever feel the same. 

[peachhcs]

Samy and will in Boston for the Bauer combine

oo wait yeah like samy hangs out at will's house while he's off having fun playing hockey so she gets to catch up with grace and colleen and then one night ryan and julianne would drive out to see them too

lowwkkk hate the ending but hopefully u don't! this was fun to write :)

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it was already a given that samy was going to boston will with when he got the invite back for the bauer combine. they went basically everywhere with each other this summer, so the two were on a plane to will's home city where they would reunite with his parents and sister for the week. colleen was more than happy to have them and she was also excited to catch up with the younger hughes after not seeing her in months.

"hi, come in, come in," colleen exclaimed with open arms when her son and samy stepped through the door. she hugged samy first, obviously, while the blonde playfully rolled his eyes a bit.

"hi colleen, good to see you," the brunette smiled.

"it's so good to see you too, my baby. how are you?" the older woman gushed and samy laughed when she noticed will pretending to be offended his mom didn't greet him first, "and yes, hello to my other baby. it's good to see you too."

"yeah, thanks mom," will hugged her the same.

"you two put your thinks upstairs. i'm making dinner, so it should be ready in an hour if you'll be hungry. i'm so happy you two are here," colleen exclaimed and the two caught sight of grace and bill emerging as well to say hello.

"samy!" grace cheered, hugging the young girl.

"hi gracie, missed you," samy hugged her tight too.

"damn, i feel like chopped liver over here," will mumbled which made everyone laugh.

"you're so annoying," grace teased but still hugged him anyway.

"you're annoying," the boy teased back. their sibling banter never ended no matter how old they were.

once all of the hello's were exchanged, samy and will went up to drop their things off in his room before fulling catching up downstairs. everything looked exactly how samy remembered it—plaid, blue and gray sheets with matching pillow cases, all of will's old medals and trophies from his younger years, boston college themed decals in the places the medals and posters weren't. his whole room screamed hockey kid who was a boston college legacy.

"wait, i remember this photo," she went to one of the frames on his dresser because she immediately recognized herself. her and will were probably 13 or something because they both looked wildly uncomfortable standing next to each other for the photo.

"oh, yeah. my mom made us take that and we hated it," the blonde laughed when he peered over her shoulder.

"ugh, we hated each other back then," samy giggled.

"good thing i don't hate you now," he kissed her cheek and she flushed at the affection.

"i miss being here. i kind of wish we came out here more. felt like it was only where we were," samy hummed while nostalgically looking around the room again. her and her brothers hardly came to boston ever. it was always michigan or toronto just because it was easier to travel with two kids than four.

"i know, kind of sad. i always feel like i'm 13 again when i'm in this room," will sat on the bed for a moment just taking it all in and looking at everything that got him to where he was now. samy joined him by laying her head on his shoulder.

"i'm proud of you. could you imagine if you told your little self where you were now?"

"i think little me would faint. thanks for coming down with me. i'm proud of you too," he kissed the top her head and they had a few more minutes together alone before going downstairs.

grace was in the living room while colleen and bill were in the kitchen making dinner. samy went to join the older girl while will went to pester his parents.

"how've you been?" the older blonde wondered when samy sat down beside her. she lowered the volume on the tv.

"i'm here. i'm good."

"good. i'm glad. how was the end of your semester?"

"it was okay. i did well on my finals..just..a little rough and maybe still a little rough," the soccer player admitted because she knew grace knew. she watched the older girl's expression soften like how a lot of people's did when samy told them what had been going on recently.

"yeah, jack told me a bit..it's a stupid question to ask but..has it been getting better?" grace wondered softly. samy bit her lip and tried finding the right words to explain how she'd been feeling.

it was still so hard to talk about.

"like..kind of. i guess? it's been hard. like really hard, but will's been helping. he always makes sure i'm never alone," her eyes flicked to the kitchen where she could see her boyfriend's back to them talking with his mom.

"good. i know it's really hard and i'm here for you too. has he been treating you good?" grace always asked to ask to make sure her little brother was staying in line still and not fucking things up again. samy giggled at the question.

"he's been really great. i wouldn't know what i'd do without him honestly."

the older girl's lips turned upward, "what else has been going on?"

"not a lot really. just trying to relax and enjoy myself. i have a development camp for soccer in a few weeks that i'll be up at school for, but that's kind of it. conditioning here and there for the season. bothering my brothers. the usual," the girls shared a warm laugh.

"jack told me him and luke are doing a lot better."

"yeah, they are. i think they're enjoying being able to slow down a bit and just enjoy themselves. it's nice having them at home since i don't see them a lot anymore," samy nodded.

"i told jack you all need to visit my new apartment in downtown boston. it's such a great view and the commute to work is so easy," grace grinned.

"wait, i want to. that would be so fun. i was telling will how much i miss being here. i feel like we never came to you guys and you just came to us all the time."

"i mean, yeah, but it was always easy for us to get to you, but just let me know when you'd wanna come down for a weekend and i will gladly have you," the two of them were such sisters and at this point they would be sisters. it was already a given and spending time with grace in the summer was something samy always looked forward to because that meant one more girl in the house full of boys.

meanwhile, will filled his parents in on the things they didn't already know while they asked him about what he'd be doing at the combine this week. it was simple conversation, but it felt so normal with samy sitting in the living room talking to his sister and he could still see her from where he stood in the next room.

colleen noticed the boy's gaze, "how is she?"

will's eyes snapped back to his parents, "she's good. better."

colleen wasn't the kind of mom to pry, but she knew about samy's situation. will ended up telling her one night after calling his mom to talk about it and he made her swear she would not tell ellen until samy was ready. it was a small betrayal to mrs. hughes, but colleen also knew how hard it could be to go to parents about things like that, so she promised to keep quiet.

"that's good. you've been doing okay with it?" mrs. smith eyed the blonde.

"yeah, i mean..i hate seeing her like that, but yeah. i'm okay."

"i get it. it's not easy seeing someone you love struggle like that, but as long as she has you by her side, i know she'll be okay. you two have always been stronger together than apart," her words made the hockey player blush. he looked back at samy again and this time she caught his gaze. they exchanged a tiny smile and will swore his heart melted on sight.

he would just keep dreaming of the day they'd be married and this would be a normal thing for them.

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while will was at the complex, samy walked around boston with grace or colleen who offered to buy her lunch while they were out. it was nice getting to walk the city and occasionally wave to fans who recognized her on the street. ryan and julianne drove in, so samy spent one of the days with them and will would catch up with them once he was done for the day.

"it's so good to see you," julianne squeezed her tight before they all sat down. the brunette grinned, hugging her with the same intensity before turning to ryan because she couldn't leave him out.

the taller brunette hugged her tight, "damn, hughes. i feel like you've been everywhere."

"i kind of have. i spent may in herning and then i was back home for a bit..now i'm here. will and i will be in california again for the draft in a couple of weeks," samy explained her plans as they finally sat down.

"shit. you have been all over. i'm sure smitty's making sure you don't pay for a thing," ryan joked and the girl flushed, but he was mostly right. all it took was for will to put his card in or tap it before she could and he was basically paying for her every need.

it was sweet though and samy really appreciated it.

"how's he been? i haven't seen him in like forever. he isn't being an idiot this summer, right?" everyone knew last summer was hard on the couple and they were making sure it would not happen again.

samy giggled, "he's been good and yes, don't worry. i think he's more obsessed with me than he's ever been."

"good because if not, i will go over and slap him," julianne said seriously.

"i promise i will tell you if he starts acting up again, but it's been really good. i think we're glad we get to spend basically all of our time together this summer. it makes up for never seeing each other during the school year and season," the soccer player took a sip of her coffee. the other two smiled warmly, always glad to hear that.

"you might have to give me some pointers when he's all wrapped up in hockey this season," the blonde stuck her thumb in ryan's direction. the boy flushed, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"oh come on, you guys are pros now. you've been dating as long as i've known you," samy chuckled.

the mindless conversation about college and other life updates was nice. it took samy's mind off of everything that she hadn't been able to stop thinking about and she always enjoyed julie and ryan's company. after coffee, the three of them walked around downtown for a bit to keep themselves busy until will was free again.

"dude, i can't wait to be back in mich next month. i've been counting down the days," ryan mumbled as they shuffled into a small boutique store.

"i'm really excited to see everyone in one place again. it will be really nice to catch up," samy nodded in agreement.

"you know what i like? i like how every year we seem to add someone new, but we always welcome them with such open arms. last year, it was emma. this year, it's mack and his girlfriend. i just think it's so cute and i really hope every summer we can come back to this," julianne started getting sentimental and the other two beamed.

samy and her brothers were so glad their lake house had become a place people always wanted to come back to. it was a true staple to their friend groups and that was the best part about it.

"well, quinn and jack will probably never get rid of it, so we'll have it for as long as we'll be friends," the girl hummed.

"i hope we get to bring our kids back to it and they get to experience what we did."

that would definitely be the dream. samy could picture it now. all of their kids would run around and throw each other in the lake like they did now and then maybe some of them would find themselves in the same fate as samy and will.

the conversation shifted again and the three, well mostly ryan, began talking about the draft coming up. he was excited to see where they'd place haggy and talked on about matt schaefer's career on the islanders.

it was getting closer to 6 where they'd meet will at one of the restaurants for dinner. while julie was looking at something in one of the stores, ryan pulled samy back for a moment.

"you been doing okay?" he wondered lowly and samy didn't need to ask what he was talking about. she looked at julie who was too focused on what she was looking at to hear their conversation.

it was a very select few that samy told about her eating disorder. it wasn't that she didn't trust julianne to tell her, she just didn't want everyone knowing because then that meant more pity and the younger hughes hated when people pitied her.

"yeah, i think so. i dunno," the brunette shrugged.

"i get it. it's not easy, but i'm proud of you for trying. how has therapy been?" it was the brother instinct in ryan to pry a bit and also the fact that he genuinely wanted to know how samy was doing.

"it's been helping, i think. she's nice and she lets me talk at my own pace. they have me on some medication to maybe help the thoughts. she thinks i have a bit of ocd which may explain why i get so anxious about food i eat. it's been okay. hard, but i'm getting there," samy nodded.

"good. okay is better than not okay. will's been good to you, right?"

"yeah, he has. he's been really good, actually. it helps when i eat with him for every meal, so he always makes sure to eat with me everyday," ryan would still never forget last summer when samy showed up at his house an hour away from will's a crying mess because he broke up with her.

he would probably always hold a small grudge to the blonde because of that, but he was really glad to hear that the two had been better ever since they got back together. he would do a lot more than slap will if he ever made the same mistake.

"i'm glad to hear that. i just wanted to check in. i'm here if you need anything, yeah? so is gp," samy appreciated his words and smiled.

"yeah, thank you. i appreciate you guys."

the two rejoined julie where she was deciding between one top and another and samy quickly stepped in to offer her opinion.

the three headed to the restaurant once julie bought her shirt. they were early still, but it wouldn't hurt to sit and start with some drinks. samy smiled when she saw will's texting saying how he was leaving now and would be there in 10 minutes.

"we should go on a five way date when everyone's here," julie laughed.

"at that point it'd just be us hanging out and we should just invite drew, aram, vote and fowler with us," ryan laughed too.

"okay, yeah true. we need to find them girlfriends. i still feel out numbered," the blonde said.

"hey, i'm working on them. they're not as mushy gushy as some of us are," ryan defended which made the girls laugh.

ryan and julie saw will coming in behind samy. his hair was damp from the shower he must've took on the way over and he had a backpack over his shoulders. a smile appeared on his lips when he caught sight of them. the couple smiled warmly watching as the blonde leaned down to press a kiss to samy's head before he greeted them.

"hey!" the girl giggled.

"hi, baby," will smiled, setting his stuff down so he could properly say hello to his other friends.

"good to see you, man," ryan and will did one of those bro hugs where they dapped each other up and then patted the other's back.

"you too, lean. it's been forever," will said and then went to hug julie too.

"hey, will," the girl smiled.

will quickly took his seat beside samy. he looked over at her again, silently asking if she was doing okay and then finding her leg so he could place a hand on her knee. she smiled at his affection and gave a small nod.

"what's been up with you guys?" the sharks rookie wondered once he knew samy was okay.

"honestly, not much. trying to enjoy the time off. i was just telling hughesy how excited i am for the lake house," ryan smiled.

"dude, me too. i can't wait to see everyone. it's been so long since i last saw everyone all together. we're gonna have so much fun," will cheered.

"i told samy i hope we can bring our kids back one day. like going there in the summer just becomes our thing," julie added and samy felt will squeeze her knee tighter. he looked over at again, a wide, cheesy smile on his lips.

"it will definitely become our thing."

it was so easy to fall back into easy conversation like they were never apart. ryan and will talked nonsense about hockey while samy and julie talked about girl drama from college. when dinner was finished the temperature in the city had dropped a significant amount, so will offered samy his hoodie as they walked back to his car.

"you guys wanna come back to the house? i'm sure my mom would love to see you," will chuckled, his hand securely around samy's waist.

"yeah, sure. we can stop by for a bit," ryan agreed.

the drive back to the house was uneventful and colleen happily greeted ryan and julianne in. "come in, come in. it's good to see you two," she hugged each of them, always a hugger no matter who it was.

"can we have some drinks?" will asked his mom knowing she was much more inclined to say yes in her own house.

"if none of you are driving, sure," colleen said.

"i'll only have one and i'll let it sit," ryan said and so will went to his parents stash.

the blonde let samy have at it since she was the best at mixing and creating tasty drinks. the four went outside on the back patio once they each had a drink to slowly slip on.

"here's to everyone. can't wait to see them again," ryan hummed with a happy, lazy smile. they clinked their glasses together and took the first sip at the same time. they spent the rest of the night on the patio together and ryan and julianne did end up spending the night, but mrs. smith didn't mind.

she would let any of her kids' friends stay over as long as it meant they were safe.

the rest of the week went fast. another bauer combine was done and samy and will were on their way back over to california for the draft. colleen and bill hugged the two tightly, wishing them good flights.

"get there safe. it was good seeing you two," the older woman smiled.

"thanks for having us, mom. we'll be back soon," will promised and they were going to stick to that promise. being home made the boy realize how much he missed it and he was going to try and come back a lot more frequently.

[mariatesstruther]

i lowkey feel so frustrated that i dont ever post my actual writing and basically just spit out aus with barely any follow up but i have some rlly good wips that i never have time to write 😭😭😭 im in writer hell

[julykings]

25 today

[madaqueue]

gotta ask you early before anyone else gets you 🫣

HEA YES IMMEDIATELY YES I AM FALLING TO THE FLOOR I AM SHOVING FLOWERS INTO YOUR HANDS I AM KISSING YOUR CHEEKS AND TELLING YOU I LOVE YOU YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES OVER YES PLEASE!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU MY VALENTINE <3333

[electricdissonance]

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[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

I feel like I have had the longest 48 hour day of my life and I honestly don't know if I'm going to wake up on Saturday or sleep until Sunday

[skinreflectsthesun]

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[xplicitviewz]

“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

*edited but not proofread*

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Ghost decides after one blind date that you're going to be his.

>>>>>

Simon isn't used to dating. A quick hook up in the loo, sure. A drunken one night stand? He's had too many of those to count. But proper courting? Hell, it's been years, maybe a decade, since he's taken a bird out on an actual date.

It's probably going to be a disaster, but he gave Johnny his word he'd go out with his bird's best friend, so he can't back out now. He'll just have to grit his teeth and power through it.

His sour outlook for the evening is forgotten the second he sees you walk in with Johnny's bird. You're no tipsy tart on the pull, like the birds he's used to dealing with. You're a proper lady, dolled up nice for your date with him. It makes his chest feel tight when he gets a good look at your pretty face and nervous little smile.

His usual gruff manner is obviously not going to fly with you, so he quickly tries to recall the mannerisms he's seen his captain use around women. He gets to his feet with Johnny when the two of you reach the table, trying his best to look less intimidating.

Johnny introduces the two of you, and Simon melts inside when he takes your soft little hand in his for the first time. His brain goes fuzzy, dark eyes glazing over, and he's not sure what he says when he greets you, but it earns him a smile.

"It's really nice to meet you, Simon," are the first words you say to him.

Your voice is soft and sweet, and the way you say his name? Oh, he's gonna need to hear more of that, and often.

For the first time in a long time, Simon's worried about what someone thinks of him. He's worried he'll put you off with his harsh manner. So, he minds his words and gentles his tone. He slows his steps to match your pace and tucks your small hand at his elbow to keep you close and safe. He's holding doors and pulling out your chair. He compliments your dress and hair.

And when your heel catches on the sidewalk and you stumble, he doesn't bark a laugh or say something mean, wouldn't bloody dream of it. No, he catches you before you fall, and all that softness in his hands makes something shift in his brain. You're such a fragile little thing, delicate as spun sugar. You need a big nasty mutt like him to protect you, take care of you, and he's more than willing to do the job.

When the date is over, Simon sees you home, and you kiss him on your front stoop. It's not all groping hands and tangling tongues. It's a gentle press of lips, his big hands cradling your face, the sweet intimacy making his eyes flutter shut. He's floating when he finally gets back in his truck and drives himself home.

Instead of going to bed, Simon begins to formulate a plan of strategy. He figures it'll take a few more dates before you invite him into your flat, and several more after that before you invite him into your bed, then eventually into your life. It might take months, even a year or more. That's alright, though. If his years in the military have taught him anything, it's patience.

Simon knows how to play the long game. He'll go at your pace, let you get used to having him around, then make himself indispensable to you. No one will treat you as good, meet your every need and desire the way he will. He won't stop until he is your world, your reason for being. Your everything.

And when enough time has passed, he'll claim you completely as his. He's going to put a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly, then tuck you away safe and sound in one of those cute country cottages he looked up online. You'll be his little missus, and he'll be your tamed beast, keeping his teeth and claws hidden but at the ready.

By the time he arrives at your flat the next evening for your second date, he's already got your engagement ring in his safe at home and the names of your future children picked out.

And when you text him the day after to invite him for dinner, the new name he replaced yours with pops up on his screen.

It says 'Missus Riley', of course.

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[theorphicangel]

sukuna doesn't get anxious. not at all.

but when you haven't come home in hours, long after your friend's dinner was supposed to end that's when he gets a little antsy.

you'd left him to his own devices, a quick kiss on the cheek and you were out of the door in that pretty little dress. you said you'd be back by 11pm the latest.

sukuna stares at the kitchen clock on the wall. it reads 12:44.

but he doesn't get anxiety over you. you were probably chatting away to your friends and getting carried away like you always do with your yapping. but maybe he should have made you share your location with him the other day.

another thirty minutes pass and there's no sign of your return.

he's beginning to get restless. sukuna's already wiped down the counter three times, sorted out the cushions on the couch, watched an episode of whatever on netflix (but he wasn't paying attention to a single word that was said)

instead he keeps looking at his phone, waiting for it to ring - good news or bad news coming his way soon.

his stomach drops at the thought of you in trouble with no one around you to help. what if you did need his help? what if--

his thoughts are interrupted at the sound of the key entering the front door. you enter, soaked top to bottom, evidence that you clearly ignored the weather app before you left.

'where have you been?' his tone is impatient and snappy.

'jeez lemme get through the door first.' you stumble, soaked and uncomfortable as the door shuts behind you with a quiet slam.

'it's late.'

'and you're still up.'

'don't change the subject.'

'I lost track of time, we went back to a friend's house and my phone died.'

'and this friend doesn't have charging cables?'

'I was too deep into the conversation to know it died until I was about to leave.'

sukuna sits in silence, mulling over your words. you don't hear him correctly but if you could guess the words that left his mouth it was the curse of 'you damn women.'

'did you miss me?' you walk over to him and attempt to trap him in a hug. he pulls you off him, disgust at how cold and wet you are.

'go shower, I'll wait for you in bed.'

your face lights up, ready to make fun of him before his palm opens up to you.

'phone.'

you pass over your dead phone for him to charge.

'and i'm making you share your location with me.'