#Based on an actual conversation between me and my husband

[writingdumpster]

secret wife

pairing: Bob Floyd x fem!reader

warnings: none, all fluff

summary: When you go to pick up Bob at the base the dagger squad finds out that Bob's been keeping a wife from them.

word count: 1k

A/N: Thanks for 3k followers!

Bob pulled his phone out of his locker as the guys all piled into the locker room behind him. There was a text from you awaiting Bob. 

I’m waiting in the lobby for you. Don’t take too long. xoxo

“Did you guys see the hot girl in the lobby?” Coyote asked as he walked into the locker room. Bob smirked to himself as he started to take off his flight suit. 

“Who do you think she is?” Fanboy pondered. 

“I was gonna find out after we got changed,” Rooster said. 

“Don’t bother. Bet she’s a recruit’s girlfriend,” Payback suggested. 

“Who do you think?” Asked Hangman. 

“I don’t know,” Payback responded. “But I know what a woman in love looks like.”

“I don’t believe that,” Hangman teased Payback. 

“I’m married,” Payback pointed out. 

“So you tell us, but we’ve never seen your wife,” Rooster taunted. 

“Her picture is on my dash,” Payback said. 

“Could be anyone,” Fanboy joined in. 

“You’ve met her, Fanboy,” Payback said. 

“You can’t prove anything,” Fanboy teased. Bob was quietly enjoying the conversation as he grabbed the rest of his things. He slipped his bag over his shoulders and closed his locker. 

“See y’all tomorrow,” Bob said as he headed out to meet you in the lobby. When he rounded the corner his smile widened as you stood to greet him. You were wearing paint stained jeans and an old t-shirt that used to be Bob’s, but it had been years since that was true. It was yours now, just like he was. 

“You changed out of the flight suit,” you said forlornly when Bob walked up. 

“It was all sweaty, angel,” Bob told you.

“I wanted to take it off you though,” you whined. Bob gave you a cheeky grin. 

“You want me to put on the white uniform when I get home?” Bob offered. He leaned down and kissed you tenderly before you could answer. 

“The hot girl is your girlfriend?” Hangman practically shouted from behind Bob. He turned over his shoulder to see the whole squad watching the two of you. 

“Wife, actually,” Bob said. “Been meaning to introduce ya.” 

“You didn’t say you have a wife!” Phoenix exclaimed. 

“Didn’t come up,” Bob said. “We’ve only known each other for a month.” Everyone gawked at Bob, thinking a month was plenty of time to let your friends know you have a wife. 

“He likes to keep me protected from his work,” you piped in when Bob failed to explain himself. Bob wound his fingers between yours. He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. 

“What’s your name?” Phoenix asked. 

“Y/N,” you told her. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” Phoenix murmured. You could hear in her voice that she felt betrayed by Bob. You knew he wouldn’t notice though. You wanted to stop him from hurting her more.

“I keep my ring on my dog tags,” Bob said, pulling them up from his shirt to prove it. 

“I thought it was your dad’s,” Phoenix told him. “You always talk about him.” 

“Bobby’s told me a lot about you,” you interjected. “I was hoping you would have dinner with us. I’d like to make the pilot who saved my Bobby a good meal.” Phoenix met your eye and you gave her a warm smile. She gave a tiny nod and smiled back. 

“I’d love to, ma’am,” Phoenix said. 

“I’m her wingman,” Rooster called. “Could say that I kept Bobby safe too.” Bob blushed brightly. 

“Payback and I were on the mission,” Fanboy said.

“I saved Bob’s wingman,” Hangman added. You looked up at Bob in question. 

“They know you’re the one who makes my lunches now,” Bob said. You giggled. You always made Bob his lunches. When he was deployed he didn’t get good home cooked meals, so you made sure he had them three times a day when he was home with you. 

“Well, some of you might have to sit on the couch, but I’d be happy to cook for my husband’s friends,” you said.  

“I can’t believe that baby on board has a wife and you don’t even have a girlfriend,” Hangman teased Rooster. 

“You don’t either,” Rooster spit back. 

“No woman can hold me down,” Hangman joked. 

“He’s the one your sister would like, right?” You asked, trying to keep your voice quiet. 

“You’ve got a sister?” Hangman called out. 

“Yeah,” Bob said. “And I’m quite sure she could hold you down if she wanted.” Hangman’s eyes widened. You chuckled. 

“You’re going to set him up with your sister?” Rooster complained. 

“That’s y/n’s scheme. She wants my sister to live near us,” Bob explained. 

“She’s funnier than you, Bobby,” you said. 

“You do spend a lot of time laughing at me together,” Bob teased. He didn’t really mind though. Everytime he had come home to find you and his sister in tears from laughing so hard it had made him even more sure that he’d chosen the right person to marry. 

“Well, when do I get to meet her?” Hangman asked, a wide smirk on his face. 

“I’ll have her come over for dinner with all of you,” you said. “Next Sunday at 6:00. Don’t be late,” you told them. Then you tugged on Bob’s hand, signaling you wanted to go home. 

“Bye, guys,” Bob said. “See ya in the morning.” With that he slung his arm around your shoulders and led you out of the base. 

“I can’t believe Bob didn’t tell us he has a wife,” Payback muttered. 

“I can’t believe Hangman’s the first choice for his sister,” Fanboy said. 

“Why not? You think Bob wants to be related to any of you?” Hangman asked proudly. Rooster snorted. 

“Yes. I would have thought he’d want any of us before you.”  

A/N: There is a part two of the dinner now available

[midnightstar-90]

In Charge

Cooper Family x Fem!Reader | Georgie Copper x Fem!Reader Taglist | Requests | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Other Actors and Characters Masterlist Requested Anonymously: “hi honey! i have no idea if your still taking requests but if you are, could you do a georgie cooper x fem!reader (where they are already dating), and that missy some how convinces everyone to pretend to be a family (like georgie’s the dad, y/n is the mum, sheldon and missy are the kids) and at the end when y/n stays over georgie tells them how great of a mum she would be and how he wants to start a family with her? just pure fluff? love your work so so much <333” Summary: The reader’s in charge and all she wants is Peace, which leads to an interesting conversation between her and Georgie. Warnings: None, really. I mean, there's fluff, but other than that... nothing really A/N: My ADHD is allowing me to write today, so that is what I shall do. This will be based before Georgie drops out of school and has a kid. And because it was an anonymous request, I couldn’t ask, but instead of playing house, I made it as the reader babysitting. That’s kind of like playing house right? I just didn’t know how to make it about them playing house without it basically being Y/N and Georgie babysitting. If you requested this and didn’t like it, I will rewrite it as them all playing house, just privately DM me, if you’d like to remain anonymous. Words: 2.4K

“Alright, everyone, I’m headed to the store,” Mary said as she exited her room. She made her way through the living room seeing Y/N and Georgie cuddled up on the couch, flipping through channels with no one else in sight.

Mary turned to Georgie and asked, “Where’s your father?”

Georgie’s eyes stayed glued to the TV screen as he gave his mother a shrug of the shoulders. Y/N saw this and slapped Georgie’s shoulder with a hard glare. “Georgie, it’s disrespectful to ignore your mother,” the teenage girl said sternly.

“Ow!” Georgie exclaimed, looking away from the TV to observe his arm for a bruise. When he realized he was okay, he looked up, looking between his girlfriend and his mother. “I didn’t ignore her. I said that I didn’t know.”

Y/N glared and rolled her eyes at the boy before looking over at her boyfriend’s mother. “I don’t know where he went, but he was grumbling about having a hard day,” She said, answering Mary for Georgie. Mary thanked the girl before continuing into the kitchen with a scoff. She mumbled her husband’s name, annoyed, and called out, “Y/N’s in charge.” Georgie’s eyes instantly went wide in shock as he stared wide-eyed at the kitchen entrance, unable to actually see his mother from his current position. Y/N sat next to him with a smirk as they heard the sound of keys jingling and a door closing.

As soon as the door closed, Sheldon stormed out of his room, looking as if he was about to blow his top. “Mom!” He loudly called out, not receiving an answer. 

Georgie paid no mind to the boy, instead bringing him back to the television as if nothing happened. Y/N looked over at the boy with caring eyes and said, “She just left. What’s up, bud.”

“Do you know when she’ll be back?” Sheldon asked frantically.

“No, I don’t. I’m sorry. Is it something I can help with?”

Sheldon hesitated, not knowing if he trusted Y/N enough to help him. He wasn’t used to going to people outside of his family for help. He huffed, “Missy took my Flash action figure, and she won’t give it back.”

Y/N stood from her spot on the couch. Georgie gave her a quick look and then turned back to the TV. “I’m sure Missy wasn’t trying to intentionally upset you, Sheldon,” The girl reassured him in a soft voice.

Sheldon gave Y/N a blank stare. “Have you met my sister?”

She chuckled and said, “Come on. Let’s see for ourselves.”

She followed Sheldon to his shared room, leaving Georgie alone on the couch. As they entered, the two spotted Missy sitting on her bed playing with a Barbie doll and Sheldon’s Flash action figure.”

“See!” Sheldon exclaimed, pointing directly at his twin.

Y/N let out a small “mhm” as she moved to sit on Missy’s bed, next to her. “Hi, Missy.”

“Hi,” She responded, continuing to play with the doll and action figure. (I know there are people who would ridicule me if I put the action figure in the “dolls” category, so I’ll leave it at that.)

“Whatcha doing?”

“Playing.”

Y/N heard a frustrated groan behind her and quietly sighed.

“Missy?” Y/N spoke a bit more sternly than before.

“Hmm.” Missy looked up at the older girl.

“Did you take Sheldon’s to-”

“Action figure,” Sheldon cut the girl off to correct her.

“Did you take your brother’s Action Figure without asking?” Y/N asked. The younger girl gave the teenager an apologetic frown as she slowly placed the dolls on the bed. Sheldon swooped in behind the girl and snatched his Flash action figure from off of his twin’s bed.

“It’s not very nice to take people’s things without asking. What if Sheldon did it to you?”

“I’d punch him in the face,” Missy Responded. 

Y/N scolded Missy, causing her to shy away. “Apologise to your brother.”

“But-”

“I said apologise.”

“This isn’t fair.”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology to me,” Y/N said, still scolding the child in front of her. She heard a snicker behind her and slowly turned to face Sheldon. Sheldon jumped. His smile was replaced with a look of fright. “Something funny?” Y/N asked the boy. She was now scolding him, but it was the frightening position the girl was in that really scared him. Her body was facing his sister, whilst her head faced him. He felt as if he were staring into the eyes of an owl that looked like his brother’s girlfriend.

He quickly shook his head. “No. No problem.”

“I don’t think laughing at someone who is trying to apologize is really respectful. I think you both should apologize to each other,” She ordered. The room went silent for a second before the two suddenly began to speak, simultaneously.

“I’m sorry for taking your stupid doll without asking.”

“I’m sorry for laughing at your terrible excuse for an apology.”

Y/N looked between the two in utter shock. How can they both be this bad at apologizing? She shrugged it off as she stood up from her sitting position. “Well, it wasn’t the best, but we’ll get there.  For now, I don’t want to hear any more about this Flash doll-”

“Action figure.”

“Whatever! I don’t want to hear about it anymore, okay? The two nodded and the girl took that as her cue to go. She went back into the living room to see Georgie still watching TV. She scoffed, rolling her eyes at her boyfriend.

As she approached her spot on the couch, Georgie looked up, finally noticing her. “Hey, you’re back,” Georgie said with a smile. “I kept your seat warm for you.” He patted the spot where she sat, earlier. 

Y/N looked down at the couch cushion in disgust. “Literally or figuratively, because I told you last time that that was gro-”

“Relax. It was figurative. Geez, you do one thing as a joke, and suddenly you’re labeled for life.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend's dramatics as she joined him on the couch. Georgie looked over at the girl, admiring everything about her. In his mind, he saw Y/N as the prettiest girl in the universe. No one compared to the girl when it came to looks, smarts, and her nurturing personality. 

He wrapped his arm around the girl and pulled her into his chest. “You know, I think you would make an amazing mother one day,” Georgie said, catching Y/N off guard. She lifted her head off of her boyfriend’s chest so that she could look at him.

“Wow! Where did that come from?”

“I’ve seen you with my family, and despite how messed up it is, you manage to wedge yourself into everyone’s heart one way or another. Not to mention the fact that I heard how you handled Sheldon and Missy, just now. That’s something I’ve only seen my mother do and succeed. But in my opinion, you did it best,” Georgie said. Y/N’s heart was racing as watched and listened to Georgie speak about her. Tears brimmed her eyes as she gave the boy a loving smile before giving him a quick kiss.

“Awe, Georgie. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has said to me.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“If it’s any consolation, I think you’ll be an amazing father.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Y/N chuckled. The two pulled each other in super close for a tight hug. Y/N’s head, once again rested on Georgie’s chest. She closed her eyes as she took in the aroma of her boyfriend’s cologne. Georgie placed a kiss on top of her head, wishing that this moment would never end.

When they pulled out of the hug, Y/N moved slightly away from the boy, so that she could get a better look at him. She wore a mischievous smirk as she asked, “When you thought of me as a mother, what did you envision?”

She chuckled as she watched Georgie think for a second. “I saw you… as my wife. And in your arms, we have a son, who you can never put down because he loves his momma so much that if you try to put him down, he screams. And don’t get me started on the sleeping situation.” Y/N laughed, making Georgie smile. She motioned for Georgie to continue. “Okay, well we also have 4 other kids.”

Y/N’s eyes went wide in astonishment. “5 kids? You think of us having 5 kids?” 

“And a dog. Anyways there’s little Joanne, but she goes by “Jo”. She’s a tomboy and a daddy’s girl at the same time. Then there is Tommy. He’s a year older than Jo, and he’s tough. If you mess with his siblings you are in a world of hurt.”

Y/N nodded her head, saying a small “okay,” as she continued to listen. “The oldest two are Fawn and Sam. Their completely different, but the two are always together, which sometimes leads to fighting. That’s where you, the mamma bear come in. You know all your kids, and you know how to easily tame them.”

“I like it,” Y/N chuckled. “Now I don’t know if I can handle 5 kids, but I love your idea of what our family would look like in about 20-30 years.”

“Hold on. You want to wait until we're in our 30’s and 40’s to have kids?”

“Sorta. I mean having all those kids is gonna take time. And how will we support them if we aren’t stable? You can take care of kids all day, but who is gonna provide? Kids are expensive, Georgie. You gotta feed them, clothe them, put them through school, take them to the doctor. You need money for all of those things.”

“And I can do that,” Georgie added. “I’m gonna be the moneymaker. I’ll have a job that pays well, and move us into a nice, big house.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“I don’t want to be a housewife. I want to have my own job. And why do you get to be the main source of income?” 

“First off, I didn’t say you had to be a housewife. You can have a job, but I want to be the one who gives you everything you want. I want to take care of you and to do that, I work hard, maybe even owning my own company.”

“Businessman. I can somewhat see it.”

“Well, I will be. That’s how we can afford everything because my business is booming,” Georgie assured the girl. Her smile remained on her face, getting wider and wider as they went deeper into their hypothetical future together.

The two continue to talk for a few more minutes as the sound of feet walking across the floor gets closer and closer to them. The sound eventually stops behind Y/N. Georgie looks up and glares at the person who interrupted their moment together. “What now, Sheldon?” Georgie asked with a touch of irritation.

“I’m hungry,” Sheldon spoke. Y/N turned to look at the boy.

Georgie responded to Sheldon, “You’re smart, don’t you know how to make you a sandwich?” Y/N kicked Georgie’s leg, receiving a small “ow” from the older boy.

“Sheldon, your mom went to the store. I’m sure she’ll be back soon and she will start on dinner.”

“But I’m hungry now.”

“Sheldon, if you eat now, then you are gonna spoil your appetite. And you know more than anyone that it takes longer than an hour or two to digest your food, so why don’t you go back in your room, and wait.”

“Okay,” Sheldon sighed as he made his way back to his room.

“See! You just tamed a wild Sheldon, that’s almost impossible.” Y/N rolled her eyes at Georgie’s comment.

“Y/N!” Missy called out walking into the living room. Y/N watched the younger girl walk in with an arm full of dolls. “Y/N, will you play with me? I’m bored, and I have no one to play with.”

“Sure,” Y/N agreed, giving Missy a beaming smile. She moved off the couch. “What? Nooo! Where are you going?” Georgie asked, frowning up at his girlfriend as she moved farther and farther away from him. Missy quickly grabbed Y/N’s hand with her free hand and started pulling her toward her room. Y/N looked back at Georgie and whispered “Sorry,” whilst laughing at Georgie’s expression.

Georgie eventually left the couch and went to his room. He was jealous of the fact that Missy and Sheldon had basically hogged up all their time together. He aggressively flopped on his bed and opened up the magazine he was reading before Y/N came over.

His door was open, in case Y/N got bored of playing dolls with Missy and wanted to join him. So when Mary walked into the house and dropped her keys in the key bowl, Georgie heard it. Y/N must have heard also, because as soon as he heard his mother grunt, probably from bringing in groceries, Y/N rushed out of the room and graciously helped the woman.

Georgie stood from his bed and curiously entered the kitchen. He watched Mary and Y/N laugh as they walked back into the house with the groceries. “I must admit Y/N since Georgie has started seeing you, he’s been different.” Y/N looked up at the woman with a frown. “No! Not in a bad way. He’s kinder and a bit more respectful. And look at this house! Usually, I come home and there is something that needs cleaning up, and today, it’s just as I left it.”

“Well, thank you, Mrs. Cooper. We did have some issues, but it was quickly resolved and the peace was restored.”

“Oh, you don’t have to think of me. You did an excellent job. I hope one day I get to call you my daughter-in-law.”

“Awe. Stop Mrs. Copper. You’re gonna make me cry,” She said, fanning her bright red face. Georgie saw the tears lining her eyes from where he stood.

The front door opened, revealing George walking into the house in his work clothes. He saw Georgie standing in the kitchen watching his mother and girlfriend interact. “What are you doing?” He asked his son as he approached.

“Mom and Y/N are… bonding? I don’t actually know what’s happening,” Georgie said with a shrug of his shoulders.

George chuckled and clapped his hand against his son’s back. “From me to you, good luck. You’re gonna need it.” And with that, George was gone, leaving a confused Georgie alone with his thoughts.

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To Vex A Viscount (of seas and torment entry)

based on this ask ♡

— regency era au

summary: simply nothing more could be required of a perfect evening when invited to a masquerade with the pleasure of vexing an easily irritable viscount.

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: none (though please do feel free to inform me if you find any!)

of seas and torment, make do (of seas and torment entry)

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You thank the gods for the salvation the mask wrapped around your face offers you. It will not do well if the other gossip-mongers see your distaste for the evening's festivities; they'd call you insolent, and you simply couldn't have that if you wished to find a husband.

Truly, you'd prefer readying yourself for a long night of restful slumber than being forced to simper and be delightful in the presence of the ton.

"Lady Jackson." You turn at the sound of your name, the voice all too familiar for you to mistake his identity even with the elaborate mask of golden feathers hiding his features.

"Lord Castellan." You acknowledge the viscount with a pleasant tone, though you were well-aware that the niceties shared between the both of you were merely for show. "Good evening."

"I wasn't expecting your presence tonight." Luke continues, speaking as he moves to stand closer to you. You take a deliberate step away from him, weary of anyone who might get the wrong idea.

"Neither was I." You answer truthfully. "But my mama and brother insisted on our attendance."

He looks down at you in amusement. "I do hope the soiree is to your liking."

"Of course." You nod, taking a sip from the beverage cradled in between your gloved fingers. "Lady Castellan always throws such magnificent balls."

You look for his mother amidst the crowds, her grin wide and welcoming as she conversed with your own.

Luke hums. "It was my idea to make it a masquerade. I hear it's quite fashionable in Italy."

"Ah, that must explain its banality." You twist your mouth. It was definitely a rude response, but Luke, at least once in the years you've known him, has never been offended by your brazen remarks. He took all of them in good humor.

He snorts. "I think it's rather romantic."

"And what do you know of romance, my lord?" You turn to him, eyes glinting in the candlelight as you begin to tease him. "Do enlighten me. You seem to be quite well-versed on the topic now that you've returned from your travels. I assume the continent must have been good to the matters of your heart."

He glances down at you from his peripheral. "It was. Very much, actually."

You raise an eyebrow, an invitation (or provocation) for him to speak more. He doesn't elaborate further.

You turn your attention elsewhere instead, watching as several young ladies are led onto the dance floor by the gentleman. The first few notes of a quadrille hum through the air.

"May I write my name on your dance card?" He asks after a moment, his eyes intently looking at the paper that dangled from a ribbon around your wrist.

You looked up at him, eyes wide in surprise. "Me?"

"Surely, you will not have me dance with Percy?" He responds with pursed lips. His hand rises to pinch your card in between his fingers. He raises his brow for confirmation.

Your eyes narrow instantly. Your tone is near accusatory when you voice your confusion. "Why, may I ask, should you wish to dance with me?"

"Must I need a reason to?" He counters.

"Seeing as we've been at each other's throats throughout the entire season, I would assume so, yes." You nod your head. He was acting out of sorts, and it was terribly bothersome. Ever since he returned from abroad, there has been an evident shift in his attitude, more so in his treatment of you. "I believe I am owed an explanation."

You clear your throat, adding: "Perhaps you've taken a sip too many of your whiskey."

"Shall I breathe in your face to prove my sobriety?" Luke remarks dryly. "Indulge me for old times' sake. We learned to dance together, after all."

Memories of a sweltering july tucked in your family's country home came in a vague recollection— guests invited over to stay for a short retreat, taking daily swims in the bay, relaxing underneath a canopy of trees, munching on more sweets tinted blue than you could ever consume again, and a disgruntled gentleman teaching (or at least attempting to) you and Luke the beginning sequences of a routine.

He stands with an arm against his hip, his gaze neutral but his fidgeting made you aware of his impatience. You squinted your eyes as if in thought, aiming to irk him further.

"Vexing woman," He mutters underneath his breath as he grabs the drinking glass from your hold and gingerly places it on top of a cabinet. He takes your hand in his and leads you to the dancefloor just as a waltz is announced.

"Another gentleman's name could have been written on my card." You chastise him. He stretches your clasped hands to the side, his other hand moving to rest at your waist. Though you've not danced with him in a long time, your other hand immediately lays on his shoulder. Both of your feet move in tandem, limbs moving gracefully without much thought.

"I highly doubt it. You've been keeping to yourself the entire evening." He sniffs to dismiss your point. "I must admit, I found it difficult to discern where you ended and the wallpaper began."

You step on his foot. He groans. You smile.

He guides you through practiced circles around the dance floor, never missing a step or beat. His eyes bore into yours, a deep brown that reminded you of chocolate ganache and dancing flames, of warm summers and breezy evenings, of playful goading and a mutual respect, of innocence and an imperciptible heat you've not paid any mind too up until his return.

"You look very lovely." He says abruptly, soft like a whisper; almost as if he had no intention of speaking the thought aloud.

"What?" You reply in disbelief.

"Unfortunate that such a pretty face should belong to a woman with such faulty hearing." He sighs mockingly, murmuring under his breath but loud enough for you to hear. You attempt to step on his foot again, but he moves just in time with an omniscient grin. He repeats his words with more clarity. "I said you look very lovely."

"I..." You struggle for a response. You avert your gaze, blushing. "Thank you."

The music slowly comes to an end and as you separate to bow, he seizes your hand once more. He places a gentle kiss on the back of your glove before turning your palm. His eyes lock on yours as he bends down to kiss your wrist, his lips meeting your pulse. You feel your heartbeat become more erratic with each moment his gaze lingers.

"Well done, sister." Percy claps his hands from behind you. Luke stands straighter, though his lotions are more fluid. "This is the first time I've seen you dance without tripping on your own feet."

"Oh, shut up." You huff, pushing him back into the crowd. Luke follows behind you with a chuckle, his fingers dancing with the ribbon dangling at the back of your frock.

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Fear is a game for children

Aemond X Aemond Wife Reader X Daemon

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Word Count: 2,716

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Written for the Dragon friends period smut collab. Based on an ask received by the wonderful @lady-phasma that she so kindly invited us to participate in!

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Warnings:: Mentions of menstruation, Some sexism, Dubious consent, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Multiple partners. (P in V Sex *Brief mention*)

Being married to a Targaryen prince wasn't half as bad as you had initially expected.

Your husband wasn't exactly warm and loving, but he was respectful, performed his marital duty, and made sure that you were comfortable throughout the process.

Yet you yearned for something more. Something other women spoke about. Not just comfort during the act but actual pleasure. The idea is that you did not need to simply be grateful that the act does not hurt but that you could derive actual pleasure from it.

You had brought this topic up to your husband multiple times. Trying to address what you were sure was a sensitive subject with the utmost gentleness.

At first, Aemond would hear nothing of it, only chastising you for your lewdness. But true to form for Aemond, being told that he was inadequate in anything would motivate him, and try he did, and he improved trying difference postions and pacing, preening at your positive encouragement. That came to an abrupt halt once your moonblood reared its head.

You had heard from your mother and other ladies of the court about the benefits of intimate connection with your husband even at this time, yet Aemond was entirely averse to the idea. Unsanitary and of no purpose being his selected terms. You took no offense to this. You knew how stubborn to change Aemond is. His ability to try something new is limited to the training yard or on the back of Vhagar. He had already done more than you had expected.

You learned quickly that the best time to get things from your husband was when he has had some wine. He is much more...... agreeable, in this state.

Viserys' big birthday feast tonight would be the perfect venue. Everyone knew it would most likely be his last so it was expected to be a grand affair, and a grand affair is was.

So, partway through the evening festivities, you find yourself sitting alone with a slightly wine soaked version of your husband. Your fingertips gently tapping on the table. You knew this may be your moment. Your moment to explain to him why this would be a positive for you both and your growing connection.

"Husband," you open conversation gently, your voice soft as snow.

"Wife?" He turns his head toward you, a small wrinkle creasing his forehead.

You love that little wrinkle. The wrinkle that tells you he is listening, that you have his attention even though his eye is not on you.

"Do you remember the conversation we had this morning?"

Aemonds back stiffens slightly, and he turns his head back to facing forward.

"I do. My opinion on the matter has not changed, " he replies dryly. His fingers lightly tapping on the smooth wooden table they rested upon.

"There are benefits, husband." You lower your voice as much as possible,"others have told me....."

He whips his head toward you, bringing his mouth close to the side of your head. "Do not tell me of your lecherous conversations with the dim-witted ladies of this court." He hisses between clenched teeth "it is beneath your station"

You open your mouth to retort but are cut short by a dark chuckle emanating from behind you.

Daemon Targaryen leans against the wall, his frame tall, his shoulders broad. His short white hair slicked back, with a smile that creeps up his face before settling behind his sharp lilac eyes.

"Oh dear nephew! Must you be such a prude? Must be the Hightower in you." Daemon swirls his wine around his goblet, his eyes trained on you, but his words meant for your husband.

"I find myself quite intrigued by your wife's lascivious conversations and would be quite pleased to hear more." he pushes himself off the wall, bringing his free hand to your shoulder, "do continue, princess."

Your words catch in your throat as heat rises to your face. Your husband and his uncle exchange some choice words in hushed tones, but you can't hear them over the rush of blood pounding in your ears.

You are finally torn from your mental whirlwind when your husband abruptly grips your hand pulling you harshly to your feet.

"My wife and I wish to retire. As always, it has been the utmost pleasure to speak with you, uncle. " Aemonds words are polite, yet the venom in his tone could not be clearer.

As your husband pulls you out of the banquet hall and through the corridors of the redkeep, your stomach is doing somersaults. It is not easy to provoke the wrath of your husband. As his wife, he has always used gentle hands with you, though embarrassment is not something he takes lightly.

You try not to imagine the fate that awaits you behind your chamber door, where Aemond will be free to let you know exactly how he feels about the shame you have clearly brought upon him.

The tapping of your feet against the stone floor echoes through the corridors. Your soft steps, your husband's harsh steps, and a third set of steps heavier than yours yet lighter than your husband's and trailing behind you

You audibly gulp before turning your head to glance behind you but before you can fully turn your head your husband yanks you forward.

"Dear uncle. Your accommodations are back towards the hall. I fear you may not be headed in the right direction. " Aemond attempts to exude an air of confidence, but the gentle shake to his voice is unmistakable, especially to a predator like the rogue prince himself.

"You fear a lot of things, sweet nephew, if I am to understand our previous conversation" Daemon continues following you and Aemond through the corridors, even as Aemond increases his pace nearly dragging you along the floor.

"Dragons fly! They do not run!" Daemon chuckles heartily as he picks up his pace as well. You can't help but admire the confidence in his voice, in his swagger. It's something you see Aemond becoming once time has had a chance to mature him.

When you reach your chambers, Aemond practically shoves you through the door. Turning his body hastily in an attempt to get the door shut. Just as the door is near to close in slips, the tip of a boot.

"Uncle," Aemond growls his hands grip the door tightly, his arm muscles flexing.

"Yes, it is me," Daemon chuckles as he pushes through the door as if Aemond is a mere fly he was swatting from his face.

"The hour has grown quite late. My lady wife and I wish to retire... tis hardly the time for company" Aemond holds his arm out towards his uncle in an attempt to corral him back out the open door.

"Oh, but I have been left unsatisfied by our earlier conversation and a dragon...... well, we simply can not go unsatisfied. " Daemon feigns a smile toward Aemond before setting his sights on you.

"Now princess, if you wish for me to take my leave, I will. Just as soon as you tell me the subject of these conversations with the ladies of the court. The conversations that serve to upset my nephew so much." Daemon wiggles his eyebrows at you before settling himself in one of the chairs placed before the hearth in your marriage chambers.

"Well......" You trail off unsure of what you should do. You're placed in a room with two quarreling dragons, and you feel the fire breathing down your neck. You look toward your husband for some guidance, but he simply looks down.

"We speak about girlish things. Things I am sure would bore you greatly, my prince."

"Hmmm...." Daemon scratches his chin, his smirk returning to his face when he sees how uncomfortable Aemond is.

"What kind of girlish things was my dear nephew chastising you for? For I am sure it was not because you spoke of gowns, balls, or childbearing. " Daemon starts to tap his foot, and your stomach curls.

You know the situation you are in. You refuse Daemon and meet his wrath now, or you appease Daemon and meet Aemond's wrath later. You decide you are better off calming your husband then to attempt to avoid the questions asked by the elder dragon prince.

"We spoke of benefits." You clear your throat and pull and the neckline of your gown, the material suddenly tight around your neck and heavy upon your frame.

"This bores me" Daemon drawls annoyed. "What is it?"

"The benefits of...... intimate moments with one's husband... during.... well..... when a lady has her moonblood. " As the words leave your lips, you turn your head to the side in a desperate attempt to not look at your husband.

"Is that it?" Daemon laughs loudly. Though the laughter is not joyful, instead it is condescending.

"Oh, nephew! You are supposed to be a dragon! Yet you fear a little blood?" Daemon stands up hastily from his chair. He casts a sideways look towards Aemond before smirking and making his way to you swiftly, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Uncle......" Aemond voice is a low growl and he stands with his legs spread slightly apart.

"It is wholly unsurprising that you have yet to...... bloody your blade. " Daemon snickers his back, turned away from Aemond, his arm still around your waist. "Such a fearful boy. Now pay attention. I am about to teach you a lesson you would be wise to learn...."

With that, Daemon tightens his grip around your waist, walking you backward toward the bed you share with your husband, pushing you gently until you land softly on your back.

"Nephew. As a dragon....." Daemon leans down, pushing your dress up your legs and around your hips. "Blood is not something we fear." He deftly wraps his fingers around the band of your small clothes, quickly pulling them down your legs before discarding them.

"Come" Daemon beckons Aemond to stand behind him, Aemond stays rooted in place at first but after a sharp look of annoyance from Daemon he slowly walks over until he is behind him.

Daemon brings his hand to your heat opening you up with his fingers. His hands are cold, sending a shiver up your spine.

"Are you sore princess?" Daemon's question pours over you like warm water, the chill running down your spine replaced with a heat.

"Why would she be?" Aemond's voice cuts through your haze briefly.

Daemon pinches his nose before turning to look at Aemond. "Because, ladies can be sore during this time. you tout around all of your knowledge yet do not know this?"

Aemond scoffs and turns his head. "The affairs of women are hardly my concern"

You try to keep the thoughts in your head from displaying on your face.

"The comfort of your wife should be your concern Aemond" Daemon runs his fingers through your folds swiping the pads of his middle and forefinger over your pearl. "however do you cope princess?"

Your back arches slightly at the touch, a soft sigh slipping out from between your lips.

"Such a responsive thing. You are a man of good fortune Aemond. Unfortunate that you have squandered it until now."

Daemon brings his head down between your thighs rolling his tongue over your clit, humming as he goes.

Your reaction is instant. Aemond has never gone down on you at all let alone during your cycle. Your hands quickly find their way into Daemon's hair pulling him closer.

Your eyes shoot open as his slides one cold long finger into your heat, crooking it upwards and exploring your insides. You look for Aemond, slightly raising your head and find him frozen. His one pupil blown and taking in the sight before him.

You moan loudly as the lewd wet sounds of Daemon's mouth sucking and licking at your heat ring loud around the room. You feel that pressure that you have experienced very few times start to build in your lower stomach, tightening like a coil, ready to pop loose at any moment.

Daemon lifts his head from you, your juices and moonblood are a cloudy mixture that drip down his chin.

"Give in for me sweet girl, show your husband what you look like when a man does as he should" Daemon growls as he brings his face back down to your heat, biting gently and sucking harshly on your swollen nub.

The pleasure that had been building in your lower stomach reaches a pinnacle and crashes over you like a wave, your back arching off the bed, nothing else exists for you in this moment aside from your pleasure and the momentary relief you feel from you feminine aches.

The noises you make are unbecoming for a lady of your standing but not even the 7 could keep you quiet now.

Daemon leans back on his haunches, a sly smirk on his face clearly pleased with himself. "And that, dear nephew, is what a satisfied woman looks like, a new view for you, of that i am sure."

Aemond angrily shoves Daemon to the side causing him to lose his balance temporarily.

"You are most welcome princess" Daemon taunts haughtily, he makes no moves to clean off his face instead focused on Aemond who has now lowered his own face to your heat desperately attempting to recreate the scene he just witnessed.

"Slower nephew. There is a build up that must be done"

Aemond slows his movements suddenly, the overstimulation you were feeling calms to a gentle wave of pleasure as your husband flicks his tongue across your sweet pearl.

Daemon gets up and crawls onto the bed kneeling beside you.

"Princess..." He coos directly into your ear while pushing your hair back. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Y-Yes" your breaths are short and broken, each stroke of Aemond tongue across you overstimulated clit cause a small twitch.

"That is good." Daemon brings his lips to yours pushing his tongue into your mouth, the taste of wine and copper fills your mouth heightening your pleasure as it once again builds.

You bring your hands down to Aemond's hair using it as an anchor to hold him in place as you take your pleasure from him rubbing yourself against his prominent nose as he shoves his tongue into your clenching entrance.

Your hips roll as you move climbing up that wall of pleasure once again, Daemon trails bloody kisses down your neck and over your cleavage, before grasping your left breast, kneading the fatty flesh beneath his palm.

"You are taking much longer than I did nephew" He taunts his mouth up against the side of your throat, biting a nibbling at the sensitive flesh there.

Aemond takes this taunt as a challenge pressing two fingers into your core and flattening his tongue against your pearl. His fingers digging into the fatty flesh of your thighs.

The stimulation of your core, mixed with Daemon's tight grip of your breast and needy kisses sends you hurtling back towards your peak.

"Aemond... please Aemond" you gasp as you feel your body tense, a small tremble spreading throughout your entire frame.

"Hmmmm" Aemond hums applying more pressure to your pearl and pushing his fingers into your body at an accelerated pace.

"One more time for us princess" Daemon whispers into your ear, gently biting at the lobe.

"One more!" You gasp out before succumbing to your orgasm.

You gasp loudly, feeling as if you could take all the air in the room into your lungs and it still wouldn't be enough.

Aemond raises his head slowly from between your legs the same mixture dripping down his face and covering the tips of his white hair.

His eye connects with yours as he stands and starts to loosen the laces of his trousers.

Daemon pulls away from your neck and watches Aemond as he pushes himself into your core in one swift motion, his face and hair still covered in your blood, his ravenous eye upon you and his fingers digging so deeply into your thighs you are sure he will soon break skin.

"And now nephew....." Daemon chuckles and slightly pushes back his hair. "you finally look like a dragon"

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Discipline

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Discipline is a huge part of the Dom/sub dynamic in BDSM. Discipline is the actual act of setting rules and boundaries in place for a sub to follow. Discipline is not punishment, but punishment is a part of the Discipline kink.

Discipline is non-sexual in nature. It could be rules as simple as, "you only wear those heels for me," or "when we interact with this person, you do not do x, y, and z." A huge portion of discipline training is based on accountability from the sub and self reporting. Doms will do check ins when they have time, but a well trained sub will self report any rules they have broken without the dom knowing, and will own the rules they have broken in front of the dom.

Breaking rules is what leads to why you are all here, punishment. Punishment can be a variety of sexual and non sexual acts, but I know a favorite here is impact play, so that is the punishment our dear reader will endure. Punishments are decided by the dom based on which rules were broken, how many were broken, and how much they were broken. Punishments should NEVER be given by a dom in a place of anger. If you enter a BDSM dom and sub relationship and your dom tries to punish you when he is angry, LEAVE. That's not a dom. That's a red flag. Punishment should also never be administered without a conversation being had. The sub needs to know exactly why they are being punished in order to actually learn and be trained.

Now, there is a difference between a punishment and a funishment. Punishment is earned by breaking rules that cause your dom to be upset. It is not something a sub is purposely trying to earn. Funishment, like I used in my azris x reader spanking piece (For Science) is used more in brat taming. Brats like to push their doms buttons as much as possible, toying the line with their doms in hopes of getting a funishment. Doms may seem more upset in a funishment since it is an established part of the dynamic, but funishment is still given with love and care and the safety of the sub in mind.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Helion x Reader

Warnings - impact play as punishment, Beron, jealous LoA, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, bratty behavior towards the end, lack of Helions thighs.

Lady Autumn sent you another glare as you held your husband's, your mate's arm kissing the muscle there gently as you did the best you could to look impassive. 

You knew she and Helion were lovers, that she had risked everything to be with him despite her marriage to the cruel male beside her. That had been over 400 years ago, though. You didn't understand how she couldn't just let him go.

You shifted uncomfortably as her glare began to feel heated. No, it was heated. “Andromeda,” you interrupted Tamlin and Rhysand's lovers spat with her name. “If you attempt to set me on fire, again, I personally will declare war on Autumn. It will be the 4th time in a year. Jealously isn't a good enough reason for a 600 year old female to have less control of her powers than I do. Nor is it a good enough reason to outright attack me and blame a loss of control."

Kal whistled next to you, leaning back as he smirked. Thesan's jaw dropped as Beron's gaze shot your way. “And who the fuck are you to decide that his court is able to go to war?”

“My high lady, mate, wife, general of my armies, and the female who ran my court for 50 years,” Helion turned to Andromeda and Beron. “Leave my mate out of our issues. She wasn't even alive when that all happened. She did not ask to be bound to me. She should not be punished for my transgressions."

Beron turned toward his wife, calming her using their bond, and nodded at you. You felt the embarrassment from Helion hit you full force. It was followed by anger and disappointment. You had taken a calculated risk, putting both her and yourself in danger of your husbands’ rage. You could feel as his fingers twitched, and your thigh was squeezed roughly. You were in for an interesting night.

The punishment began by ordering you to stay in your suite for the night. It had been 3 hours, and you knew he was returning soon based on the last tug he sent through the bond. You pulled the blanket higher up, refusing to cry over defending yourself. 

You heard the door open and a heavy glass being set down, followed by footsteps. 

The bed dipped beside you. Helion's hand went to your hair, stroking it lovingly. “Sit up. We need to talk, my sunflower.” You obeyed, leaning back against the headboard. “What is rule number 5?”

Your eyes fluttered shut. “I do not use my title to pull sway over another court.”

“Rule 4?”

“My title is to be exposed at your transgression. The other courts do not need to know for my protection."

“Rule 12?”

“Breaking these rules will lead to punishment as deemed fit by daddy.”

Helion forced you to look at him. “Did you break any rules today?”

You nodded, the accountability Would lessen the punishment. “4, 5, and 6.”

Helion smiled. “What's rule 6?”

“Don't fuck with Beron.”

He counted on his hand. “So 3 rules were broken, and a 4th is on the line. My question, sunflower, is, do I punish you in your home court with your brother just a few doors away, or do I wait until we are home?” 

It was cruel of him to ask you if you wanted to wait, increasing whatever he had planned, or get it over with. “Here.” You threw a sound shield up. “Let's just do it here.” 

Helion nodded and stood. “Up, dress off, bend over the bed.” He watched like a hawk as you removed your dress, leaving the pretty lacy lingerie on and leaned over the bed. “Haven't had to spank you in a long time.” You shivered as he ran his hand up your thighs. “10,” both of his hands came to the plush skin of your ass. “10 with no sex tonight seems very fair. It was self-defense, after all.” You bit down on your bottom lip hard, preventing yourself from arguing and making it worse. “Doesn't that sound fair, y/n?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And you understand I am not angry anymore? That this was a decision I made with a sound mind?”

“Yes, daddy.” 

He hummed behind you, squeezing your ass again before sighing. “Count for me, princess.” 

There was nowhere for you to go as that first hit came down right below your left butt cheek, stinging the tender flesh there and making you wiggle. “One.” 

Two hands came down, hitting both sides and leaving you without side to wiggle and escape to. He hit harder this time, groaning as your skin began to change color faintly. “Two,” you whimpered. 

“Good girl,” he praised. “Thought I'd be able to trick you on that one. You are so well trained. Who taught you?”

You smiled, turning your head to the side so he could see it. “Daddy did.”

Helion was practically glowing with male pride. “You must have a good daddy.” 

“The best.”

The third spank hit your wet folds, making you yelp at the unexpected stimulation. Skilled fingers immediately found the apex of your thighs, making soft circles there. “Four,” it came out as a moan. 

Another spank came on right, in time with him pressing that bundle of nerves. You grit the count out through your teeth as you began to realize fully what was about to happen. 

6 and 7 were the same. Powerful stinging smacks on the left side repeatedly. You were desperate for anything at this point, wiggling your hips as he continued plucking moan after moan from you as if you were a well tuned harp. 

8 hit below your left cheek, towards the inside of your spread thighs. You yelled loudly as hit landed, struggling not to climb further up the bed. 

You could hear how wet you were. You could feel it running down your thighs. “Being such a good girl,” his voice was low, the timber of it melting you further into the mattress. “Sensational.” 

9 struck you as he plunged two fingers deep into you. The moan of his name was unholy as it echoed the room. “Nine,” your tone was strained, that coil so fucking tight in your stomach you almost could not bare it any longer. 

You knew if you came without permission, it would be worse. So much worse. 

One night without sex would become a week, and if you dared touch yourself, dared to lay a single finger on what was his, that week would become you strapped to a chair watching him fuck whomever he pleased in your place before him and that person overestimulated you and edged you for hours on end.

The final spank was centered on the right side again. He landed it in time with curling his fingers to your gspot. 

You couldn't help but to release a mix of a scream and moan of pleasure and frustration. 

Tears began to fall as you whispered 10 and he continued curling his fingers inside of you. 

You felt like your body was being forced to dangle from a cliff and he was holding on. He could either let you go, let you crash and fall into the valley of pleasure below you, or he could rip it all away. 

And he chose the second. 

His fingers were out of you and he was walking away. Grabbing the lotion you had packed. He moved you across his lap instead of the bed by your hair. 

The lotion felt so cool against the tender and sore flesh, making you whimper for a whole new reason as your thighs continued trying to get any friction they could. 

“What did we learn, sunflower?” His voice was gentle and calm, but where you were laying told another story. His hard cock dug into your side causing you to shift in need.

“Do not break rules.”

“And?”

“Be good for daddy.” 

He sighed, a content happy noise leaving his throat. “Rhysand and I are going to go look at Thesan's new pleasure hall. You are going to stay here and sleep. Understood?” You wanted to protest. Wanted to attend the pleasure hall with your husband and friends. He gave you a look, eyes dancing and hoping for a challenge.

“Yes, daddy.” Two could play this game.

He hid his disappointment and kissed you. “Be good while daddy is gone. I love you.”

You smiled and said it back, watching as he left.

You'd be good in his absence. You waited an hour before your hand slipped into your still soaked panties.

You'd be so good.

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I think it says a lot about the shitty way queer people are treated that my reaction to the extremely obvious Cressida/Eloise chemistry this season is paranoia and suspicion rather than just seeing something with my eyes and trusting that that is, in fact, what I am seeing.

Cressida is obviously being set up to marry Debling to avoid being forced into a marriage set by her father, and characters won't stop reminding the audience that Debling is going to immediately disappear for years after the season and leave his wife to run his estate and live whatever life she wants while he's away. Violet has consciously given up trying to encourage Eloise to find a husband, and instead their conversations are about how Eloise needs a friend other than Cressida. They use the same language that the hetero couples use (Cressida calling Eloise not wanting her friendship earlier as "rejecting my suit," Eloise calling on Cressida the way a male suitor would, seeking each other out anytime they're at a shared function), and Cressida's father warning her to stay away from Eloise is straight out of the coming-of-age queer romances I read as a teenager. It's shot like a romance. If they went full Tipping the Velvet in ep 5, I wouldn't be at all surprised. The showrunner is also a gay man whom I would hope isn't stupid enough to be writing them like this "by accident."

It's also really clear this season that the writers have been listening to the show's reception and answering critiques in-universe. It can be a little obvious, but I don't think any of it is mockery or pandering. Violet is genuinely more helpful instead of pushing her kids into situations, Danbury and Charlotte talked about how the "season diamond" thing is Whistledown's terminology rather than the actual title of the role, Kanthony gets ep 1 spotlight and an actual explanation for why they're not around unlike Daphne and Simon, Eloise has been allowed to grow instead of being pigeonholed as the humorless obnoxious SJW. It would make sense to me that they would have also paid attention to the conversation about Benedict possibly being bisexual and realized that viewers would be accepting of and even enjoy Eloise being bisexual in the main text.

I'm getting into pure speculation here, but I also don't think thos production team expects to get the full 8 seasons. Netflix just doesn't produce dramas that go that long. My speculation is that they more or less have the greenlight for season 4 and MAYBE season 5. 4 is obviously going to be Benedict and Sophie, and my suspicion is that they have 5 earmarked for Francesca, since IIRC in her book she's a widow and s3 has her meeting her husband. They've done basically nothing with Sir Phillip and seemed to have put a bow on Marina's storyline in a way that I think would make it jarring to have them circle back to her and be like "she's dead now and this nothingburger husband is going to hook up with Eloise." They had chances, limited as they were, to have Philip make a memorable impression or have some foreshadowing between him and Eloise for the future and didn't even bother with lip service. I don't think THEY think they'll even get to Eloise's season.

Again, that's entirely speculation based on my gut feeling. But my point is that the show has put itself into a position where I think only the most diehard book fans would complain if Eloise's big love interest is a woman, and the show obviously gave up on catering to book accuracy ages ago.

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Unhinged theory

Sanemi and Giyuu are exes (Part 2)

Ok so this part is just spoilers galore but if you don't mind then ok. Here's part one.

The second beginning

During the final battle after they have both unlocked their demon slayer marks. They are more open with each other, Sanemi has learned to trust others and Giyuu has learned to trust himself and Sanemi throwing the sword is awesome for him because it's Sanemi telling him that 'I trust you, don't let me down!' and Giyuu thinks 'Yes! I'll do my best!'. The previous training that they've done now comes into play because they know each other's moves and are able to fight together seamlessly!

The last shot of them eating Giyuu's favorite dish together not only calls back to Sanemi's offer, but I feel that it's also a way for Giyuu to begin opening up, like he's telling Sanemi 'This is me' and that he wants Sanemi back and wants to mend their relationship.

The side eye Sanemi's giving Giyuu is so funny because he seems wary. I can just imagine their conversation.

Sanemi: You'd better not fuck this up again, or I will leave your ass for good.

Giyuu (already playing the part of the whipped husband): Yes, dear.

Some proof

Like I said in the Part 1, I already talked about the romantic undertones in Giyuu's attempts to connect with Sanemi by his body language and expressions. It's obvious Giyuu wants him and now that Tanjiro has touched his heart a second time, he now has a stronger understanding of his emotions and what he wants.

Here, I'll list a bunch of tidbits that point to them having a previous relationship.

Giyuu and Tanjiro's discussion about Sanemi post coma-inducing punch should've stopped at theories as to what type of bean paste he likes, but they kept on talking about him. I don't think Giyuu would do that if he didn't know more stuff about Sanemi, maybe through their past interactions, his own observations or both.

Giyuu describes Sanemi as grumpy and hot-tempered in the Corps records, contrast this with his thoughts on Obanai. He feels sad and doesn't know why our snek boy doesn't like him but with Sanemi the short description he gives is similar to one I would give about someone I'm familiar who has a major flaw that I can't ignore that makes it hard for me to connect with them.

How did Sanemi know where Giyuu's training grounds were? Even Tanjiro who has spent a considerable time with Giyuu still needed a map for directions. You might argue that Sanemi's crow probably told him where Giyuu's place is, but neither of their crows are present during the entire scene. So Sanemi has to have known where, which means he's probably been there before and has sparred with him in the past.

I've talked about how their fight was similar to a conversation than actual training, and the way that they're able to perfectly counter and dodge each other's moves tells me that this isn't their first time sparring. There's also Sanemi's demeanor during the fight, in his training with Obanai and Muichiro, he was serious but with Giyuu he's...smiling? He was enjoying himself, even his taunts to Giyuu had a playful edge to it. It's like he's happy to be sparring with an old friend.

Giyuu's lack of reaction when Sanemi suggests that they beat each other up. He doesn't seem threatened, it's like he knows that Sanemi isn't actually going to hurt him and based on Sanemi's annoyance at Tanjiro coming between them, there's a small chance that Sanemi might have been joking and Giyuu knew it. It wasn't as big of a deal as Tanjiro made it out to be.

In Conclusion, Sanemi and Giyuu probably have history, which is why the vibes between them feel like they're an old, married couple.

*Yes, I am crazy and yes, this is an ADHD, 4 hours of sleep, caffeine-induced breakdown. Their relationship is my current hyperfixation, and I'm going to make it everyone's problem 🙂. It's all Ufotable's fault.

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Kinktober 17

17. Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating/Blowjob, Breath Control

You’re working an event. One you organised, actually, a gala for a smaller museum relying on public funding. You like to be able to help the community as much as you can so you donated your efforts for free and organised a showing of some rarer artefacts for them. You’re doing what you do best: gliding effortlessly between sponsors, trying to wrack up more donors for the place, a winning smile plastered on your face. You don’t get to be two thousand years old without learning how to talk to people.

Your husbands are here, too. Dressed up properly. Well, as properly as you can get them - they’re in decent suits, at least. Aziraphale is making animated conversation with one of the partygoers about a book on display, and Crowley looks bored. 

When Crowley looks bored, you know there’s going to be trouble.

You see, when the partygoer heads off, Crowley moves closer to Aziraphale. His lips are whispering something devilishly, a smile creeping across his face. The effect is immediate. Aziraphale goes bright red and has to start subtly adjusting his trousers. He says something sharply to the demon who chuckles.

Crowley snakes over to you while you’re getting yourself another glass of wine. 

“Whatever you’re up to, stop it,” you say, lowly. Crowley hums and puts his chin in his hand, regarding you coolly behind his dark glasses.

“Me? Up to something? You wound me, my love.”

He waits until the bartender is turned and dips his head forward.

“I was just thinking about how I want to fuck you in that suit.”

You inhale sharply, glancing around to make sure nobody is listening, then shoot Crowley a dangerous look.

“Crowley…”

“What? You didn’t pick it because you knew it looked bad, did you?”

It is your favourite suit, to be fair. Navy blue and tight, it accentuates all of the best parts of your body. You know your bum looks spectacular in it.

“We are in public.”

Crowley waves his hand, and at once, everyone finds something interesting to look at away from the bar. He steps forward, caging you in with his hips. You feel the rub of his cock against your arse.

“Tell me you’re not thinking about it. About me pushing you over this bar, spreading your legs. You wouldn’t put up a fight would you? You’d love me fucking you where everyone can see.”

You press your thighs together, feel your face get hot.

“Rip those trousers off you, press my mouth between your legs like you deserve. I know you love my tongue, nightingale. I bet you’d love to be eaten here, wouldn’t you? Stake your claim over this little museum. You’d never be able to come here again without thinking about how many orgasms I gave you in the function room. You’d always need to press your luscious thighs together.”

“Crowley…” A plea.

“I know how needy you are. I bet, right now, I could sink my cock inside you up to the base, couldn’t I? Feel you dripping down me. You’d make a dreadful mess on the bar but somehow I think you wouldn’t really care. I think you just want to see me soaked in you.”

“Stop…” you don’t mean it.

“Fuck, you’re like velvet. I never get tired of having you.”

He wraps a hand lightly around your neck, and instead of telling him off, you find yourself keening into it. He runs his thumb along your pulse point, flicks his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear.

“Aziraphale’s waiting for us in the cloakroom. Are you coming?”

Yes, you rather are.

When the bartender finally turns back round with your sauvignon blanc, he’s surprised to see you utterly gone.

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Shit For Brains

( Re8!Chris Redfield x gn!reader || late night calls with your husband || link to pt 2 )

Chris, absolutely dreaded phone calls. The BSAA captain was haunted by the sounds of ringing landlines. To him, they meant (usually) bad news. The news of someone taken too early in life, the news of another life-risking mission in order to save the world, for God knows how long.

But it was different for you.

The man was usually reserved, stoic, not speaking unless it was necessary. Constantly in work mode, Chris found it hard to really be himself around his team members, despite how long he's been with them. Constantly, he was stubbornly caring, worrying for everyone's safety.

Everyone except himself. More or less, he was hard-headed, heart where his brain should be. Chris cared too much.

You made him feel soft.

A thing he couldn't really wrap his head around.

He still doesn't get what he did to deserve such a sweet thing like you.

His eyes flutter open slightly, and the sounds of the phone next to his makeshift bed fill his ears. The dread in his heart already sets in. He palms blindly to his left for the phone to stop its wailing from waking up the entire base in the dead of night.

He lazily grips onto the handset of the phone, pressing the speaker to his ear gently. Not even bothering to sit up to take this call, Chris had no idea who was on the other side of the line. Being the worrywart he was, his brain conjured up many, much worse and worse thoughts of what could go wrong.

He had no idea you were on the other side of that line.

"Chris Redfield speaking." He says, voice stern with a hint of tiredness behind it, still not knowing it was you he kept up his professional stoic front.

"Chris?" You repeat, sounding slightly less tired than he was. His side of the line went quiet. For a brief moment, he spent the time registering in your voice again. "....(Y/n)?" He says back, the sternness in his voice softens, he holds onto the phone loosely, laying his weight down fully onto the bed he shifts around comfortably.

His stoic front dissolves, fizzling away as he hears your voice. You always spoke so softly with him, and Chris leans his ear into the phone. He wanted to be close. To hear your voice.

The conversation between you two eventually leads to Chris asking you if he was a good person. He didn't feel like one. To be honest, he felt like shit.

He just needed to hear you say he was a good person. You're all that mattered to him.

“Course, you're a good person. You've saved so many people! Why are you questioning that?” you ask, somewhat concerned for him. Scratch that, *very* concerned when he doesn't reply right away.

Chris goes quiet again, his eyes tracing along the lines on his ceiling. “I don't know- I just wanted to make sure.” He replies, lying through his teeth. He didn't want to make you worry. How ironic. The worrywart doesn't want others to worry for him.

“I think the coffee I had today is messing with my head…” He sighs, though you can't see him, you know he's clutching his forehead in his palm, as if that'll do anything to reverse the effects of the coffee he had earlier. “Coffee? Did one of the rookies make it this time?” You ask, jokingly, trying your best to cheer him up.

“Yes. They did. All of them, actually.” He was starting to feel better now, realizing how thoughtful his rookies were to pitch in and make coffee the way he liked it. “Aww! Did they make it my way?” You coo, smiling through the phone. Chris could imagine it, you fawning over how much his rookies looked up to him. He wanted nothing else in the world but to be home with you.

“They..they tried.” He chuckles, softening up to you like he always did. “I thought someone broke into base, but they were all just up early trying to make me a nice cup of coffee to wake up to.” He tells you, another chuckle coming from his chest. “I thought someone broke in! Rookies these days…” He trails off sighing, and Chris can feel himself smiling softly. The corners of his wrinkles pointing up, the creases of his eyes folding like fleece.

“Aw…” you say again, leaning into your phone to hear what he's saying. “At least they tried!” You add, finding the situation endearing. “At least they tried.” Chris repeats in agreement. His eyes wander to the clock near his bedside table, “It's almost time for me to get up…Honey, I'll call you later.” He sounds a bit sad. He didn't want to leave the call, but he had to.

“Video call, okay?” You sounded sad too, Chris could tell. “Promise.” He affirms softly. You both say your goodbyes, Chris bidding you goodnight and you bidding him good morning.

“I love you, honey. Goodnight.”

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House Of Gold - Part 3 - Talk talk

characters: Logan Howlett!Human!AU x Audra Everly!OC

warnings: Fluff, teasing, some deep talk kinda, kissing/makeout

word count: 2.6k

All of the cool that you had before stepping in the car immediately vanished as you sat next to Logan. When you first sat down you had looked at the stirring wheel which led you to think about his hands as he firmly held on to the wheel. That made you think about where his hands have been, the grip he had on you while kissing you ferociously, the way he grasped at you while he fucked you. You felt a familiar blush run up your chest as you darted your eyes over to your lap.

"Uh, how are you?" Logan started, his voice inviting as he tried to start conversation.

"I've been good, just working really."

"What do you do?"

"Oh I work at a bookstore with my grandparents. I grew up there and never really left. Now my grandma is starting to struggle to get around even though she would never admit that-." You paused at your rambling, glancing over at Logan who balanced his eyes, bouncing back between you and the road. "At this point I could move out but they need someone to look after them."

"I'm sure they wouldn't want you to feel held back." Logan noted as you frowned over at him.

"They aren't holding me back." You argued. Logan sighed as he shook his head as he look forward before glancing over at you.

"That's not what I meant. You shouldn't make life decisions based on other people's needs, even the ones you love." Logan explained as you watched the carefully crafted words come out of his mouth, then you look out the window.

"I want to be there." You defended

"I'm sure you do." Logan replied.

"What do you want from me?" You snapped. "Oh your right, I'm miserable and if I could get out I would? Is that-."

"I'm not trying to do anything."

"Bullshit."

"You're right, I'm trying to get to know you and you're a brick wall."

"I am not." You grunted.

"You're overly defensive."

"You're nosey."

"Maybe I am." Logan hummed, an amused smile on his face. You rolled your eyes as you crossed your arms over your chest before looking back out the window and manifesting a brick wall between you and Logan, this man made you confused. "How did you meet Eva?"

"We were neighbors when we were little girls, our siblings were friends so naturally-actually." You paused, laughing as you shook your head. "We actually fought like wolves."

"What changed?"

"We grew up and wanted to be there for each other. It's almost like we're sister in a way." You replied, before a skip of slience. "Did you hire Justin?"

"I did." Logan hummed. "Did you go to school?"

"No." You sighed. "I pretty content with my job, always have been and I have the potential to run the Rose Mary's one day and I want to focus on that."

"Why do you like it so much?" 

"It's quiet." 

"I have a quiet place we could go to and keep talking for a bit?" He asked, glancing over at you as you frowned over at him. 

"Aren't you hosting a party?" You questioned.

"Wade's already there, he can handle the host position for a little while." Logan affirmed. 

"Who's Wade?"

"My friend."

"Well I'm going to let you know if you try and kidnap me I will punch you in the face, I take boxing classes." You warned, pointing your finger at him, teasingly, his eye crinkles wrinkling as he grinned. 

"It's not too far away." He promised. 

The two of you remained quiet, your silent agreement to stop whatever conversation you were having before. You didn't know if he felt that way, he seemed to love to talk but you were shutting down. As badly as you want the family life, the husband, or the hunky older man that wants to get to know you, you were intensely afraid of intimacy and for a long time you even struggled with just touching in general. 

Your first real boyfriend, after inebriated first times and stupid one-night stands, you were met with a guy who was impulsive but hilarious, he promised you so much and then he went off with one of your friends. He was the first time sex was ever actually good, though he was also very immature, and he didn't take you seriously. Then you upgraded to a man who was interested in you, asking the intrusive questions, and so much hotter than your previous boyfriend. It was a trivial thing really but looks were important to you and not for the clique reasons. Because from such a young age you pictured this dream man in your life, a best friend, someone who wanted to know you and appreciated you, flaws, and something about a tall, strong, handsome man was something you wanted. You found comfort and attraction in Logan, call it daddy issues or whatever but he made you feel like women. 

You flushed as you stared out the window as you entered a very tall car garage, and you turned your knees towards Logan. "Seriously are you going to kidnap me?" You blurted as Logan finished rolling down his window and confronted the parking attendant. 

"She's joking." 

"Blink twice-."

"He's right, it's just a little thing we do." You smiled, reaching out and putting your hand on his tan forearm, he was soft but his arm firm, his skin warm to the touch, your breath became heavier as your fingers lightly grasped at his skin. He started to lift himself up to the side to grab his wallet before the tendent began to talk. 

"Alright, it's free for thirty minutes, an hour is 5-." 

"We'll do the hour just in case." Logan replied as he opened his billfold and handed the kid a five-dollar bill. He was quick as he opened the gate and let us go through, you were feeling the blush that pinkened your face, creeping up to the tips of your ears and front of your chest. This man didn't even have to do much to get you sweating but you were incredibly embarrassed by the situation. You don't know whether it was fight or flight or acting that saved you in that moment, or maybe even the desire to touch him. His hand moved to yours that rested on his forearm, you couldn't believe you hadn't moved it, but Logan didn't seem to mind. His dark eyes find yours as he squeezes your fingers lightly in his palm as you softened your grip before sliding your hand away. "Good save back there."

"Sometimes I don't think before I speak." 

"Doesn't everyone? We all say stupid shit sometimes, but in this case-." He laughed; his voice was grumbly but airy. You hummed quietly as you held your other fist in your hand, looking away from him. 

You could believe the trust you were giving to this man as he drove you further up the ramp until you got to the top of the building. There were a few cars scattered around the large expanse of space, but it was pretty much empty. He parked in the middle of the parking lot before shutting off his car. "This is usually full during the week, lots of tall business buildings full of important and busy people." You nodded your head, remaining silent, before glancing over at him to see the confusion on his face before he looked away. "I wish you'd just talk to me."

"Did you ever think I was communicating by not using words?" You retorted. 

"I'm not here to argue with you, Audra." Logan said, firmly. "Your sending mixed messages and I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Does your mind ever tell you to do something you don't want to do?" You murmured, meeting his eyes. "I know what I want, that's clear as day but it's like I can't breathe and the only way to take a breath is to shut down." You scanned his eyes as he looked over at you and breathed out. "It's not like I can control it either, its random. I can have hot sex with you but when you hold my hand I have a panic attack." 

"Well I can remind you that you don't have to." 

"Don't have to?" You trailed.

"You don't have to shut down, if you focus on what you want enough, you will get what you want, sometimes it's that easy and sometimes its messy and confusing." Your lips suddenly felt dry as you looked into his green eyes, his face serious but soft as he looked into your own eyes. 

"Okay." You mumbled, you looked at Logan with an almost trance like look on your face, this look was addicting to him. 

"We uh, should go sit on the hood, the slight breeze, the distance sounds of the city below." You turned your body to open the door and step out into the parking lot. You wondered over to the hood of the car as he did to the other side of the hood and sat down towards the end of the front. You pushed yourself up further on the car, hoping you wouldn't hear the hood pop down from your weight as you stared down at the hood. "Don't worry, it's pretty sturdy." 

"I see that." You pushed your hair away from your face, your sunglasses forgotten long ago in your bag, at some point you flung them off while you'd been arguing with him. You looked out, the parking garage small enough to where you could see out into the city. But you couldn't hear the hussle and bussle of the streets, all of it so distance it was only a soft white noise. "You're right, it is quiet." 

"This is where I come, when I'm overwhelmed, I bring out friends when they're struggling and my daughter when she is upset." Logan explained. 

"Eva mentioned that." You started, as Logan turned to look over at you, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "That you had a kid, how old is she?"

"She's twelve." Logan revealed, his eyebrow quirking up as his eyes followed you as you leant back. 

"What's she like?"

"Well uh, she's stubborn and defiant but she's also very smart. She likes to steal from Walmart with her friend, Ellie. Wade's daughter." 

"Same age?" You laughed.

"Yeah, they talk each other into it." He concluded, smiling over at you. You could barely notice it but he moved closer almost subconsciously. "So what's thing you want so badly?"

You smile for a second before squinting over at him, "What do you mean?"

"You're fighting yourself, what are you wanting that your fighting against?" The realization sunk on you, and you looked away a small blush dusting your cheeks. 

"I don't know if you want to hear about that." You objected.

"You don't know that, what's it about?"

"About finding true love and having a family and not the-the basic thing that everyone imagines but in the way that it fuels me through life knowing that one day I will get there. Or I hope I do." You spoke out into the air, neglecting to look over at Logan. 

"Really now?" You rolled your eyes as you reached out to slap at his bicep.

"Don't make fun of me, I warned you." 

"I'm not. I've just never really cared about that before." Logan replied. 

"Oh, that's reassuring." You laughed. 

"That doesn't mean I'm not interested in you, it's just not my idea of a dream. When I was younger, being good at my job, being successful, being a mentor, having all of the things to show that I was doing well for myself. I think I actually like yours more."

"Yeah, I'm just feeding into America's patriarchal system." 

"No." Logan shakes his head. "No, you just want to love others and that isn't a bad thing."

"Nice save." You smiled.

"I try." He murmured, as he looked down at your lips before moving in closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, you don't know how the two of you got closer, but it was like the conversation pulled the two of you together. "Audra." He murmured.

"Yeah." You breathed, your eyes focused on his plump bottom lip, his cupid bow above his thin upper lip, they were a pink mauve color and all you wanted was to feel them on yours. 

"I don't want this to be just a fling." Logan declared, his right hand coming up to swipe his thumb across your cheek and hold your face in his hand. 

"Me neither, don't let it be." You asked, as Logan smiled over at you as he looked into your eyes, his green eyes twinkling. God, he was dreamy. 

"I'll try my best." He grinned.

"Are you going to kiss me yet?" Logan didn't waste a second after the invitation, his lips sealing over yours in a soft kiss, his other hand coming to your waist. You lean into his touch, letting him consume you wholey with only one kiss. His lips moved with yours and he breathed you in before moving back, your eyes opening to see why he left to watch as he moved his head to the other side before reconnecting your lips.

This was different from the first night, there was no rush, no hunger, you just wanted to be close to Logan. Your hand shakily reaches out for his chest, before sliding up to his jaw and pulling him in closer to you. He was so close to you, he smelt like vanilla, pumpkin spice and tobacco, you wanted to soak in a bath of what he smelt like. You part once again to breath before Logan pulls you into closer, your leg moving forward to rest on his lap as he pulled you into his side as he continued to meet your lips in soft velvety light kisses. When your other leg was draped in his lap, his hand rested on your calf while his other hand stayed around your body to pull you into him. As he met your lips again, the kiss was messier, his tongue slips between your lips and you lightly moan into his lips as your hands knot in his hair. Logan inhaled deeply as he continued to kiss you, trying to suck in air through his nose so he didn't have to separate his lips from yours. But you had to pull back, gasping for air before going to kiss at his jaw softly, his stubble rubbing against your lips before you find a spot just below his ear that makes him groan aloud. Logan's arm unwraps around your middle to thread his fingers through your hair and passionately connect your lips, then he stopped.

"We-we should slow down." Logan breathed.

"Why?" 

"Because you aren't a fling, and I don't want you to confuse the two." Logan retorted, his voice raspy as he looked into your eyes, his hazel green eyes boring into you, your breathing finally regulating as you were no longer attached by the mouth.  The hand in his hair loosens before running across his stubble again before lightly cupping his jaw and leaning in to softly press your lips against his, he pecked back at you, restraining himself as your hand slid from his jaw to his chest before falling beside you. 

"Let's not tell anyone who doesn't already know, not yet, I mean I don't want everyone to think we're serious right away because it puts pressure-." You started to ramble, as his hand started soothing up and down your leg as he watched you intently. 

"I get it, I'm not your dirty secret." 

"Well right now you kinda are." You joked, leaning into him as you smiled. 

"I guess so." He chuckled, jutting his chin out as he does before, he goes to kiss you. Logan's lips almost seemed coated in some addicting drug because you felt dizzy when he kissed you. "We should get heading back." He murmured as you groaned, he smiled at your protest. "It'll be fun, no one knows but us." 

"I'll show you fun." 

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My Husbands Name- Clegan

Casper FD au

Summary: I wanted to write a little Drabble based off this post! Gale and Rosie are at an annual work convention and Gale's missing his John.

WC: 915

C/W: None!

mota masterlist! | ao3 link

The autumn leaves crunched under his shoes, the early morning breeze nipping at his ears as he pulled the collar of his jacket up. Well…it was actually John’s jacket, the dark chocolate, brown leather one.

He and Rosie had spent the last two days at the annual Doctors of Wyoming conference in Cheyenne. A crisp four days of sitting in a stuffy banquet hall staring at a projector and slides of how to better treat patients.

Gale didn’t know if he really believed it was more beneficial rather than just a way to spend hospital funding on pointless tickets to a conference for their doctors.

Really, he just wanted to go home to John and the girls. Last night he didn’t want to hang up on John but he knew Rosie needed his white noise to sleep. So, instead he laid there in the dark hotel room staring at photos on his phone of his family. The sound of Rosie’s artificial waves and the occasional whale noise filled his silence. Normally, Rosie’s white noise would bother some, but Gale was used to it from years of sharing a dorm.

“Can’t wait to go home,” Gale grumbled, letting the sliding doors of the hotel open for them.

“Me too, this morning Benny texted me saying Freddie stress ate all of his food and was sick all night.” Rosie’s hand went up running a stressed hand down his face.

The two flashed their lanyards to the door guy by the conference center to be let into today’s torturous babbling and team exercises.

“I know, I’m about to tell Maxine to give my ticket to a younger, more eager doctor for next year.” The pair sat at their table readying to meet new people as the conference liked to mix the seating arrangements up daily.

Across the circular plastic fold-out table draped in a dark blue tablecloth, sat a younger set of three doctors. Two women and a man, he sat between the two women and looked the slightest bit uncomfortable. The two gossiping over him like he was just some centerpiece of the conversation.

“Good morning,” Gale cleared his throat, setting his cup of coffee on the table. He knew these kids probably looked at him and Rosie as elderly, Gale peeking over the frames of his glasses at them.

“Morning,” the two girls said at the same time before talking amongst each other again.

“Hi,” the man squeaked out, looking tense as ever. Gale noticed the way he seemed to sit stick straight and as still as a rock.

“I’m Doctor Gale Cleven,” Gale reached his hand across the table for the man to shake. His eyes flicked between Gale’s hand and then up to his ocean blue eyes.

“Uhm, uh, Doctor in training, John Mayfield.” He shook Gale’s hand. Gale observed his stiff handshake and the other's sweaty palms of nervousness.

“My husband’s named John!” Gale's eyes lit up, practically sparkled and turned into hearts if you asked Rosie. Gale's hand instinctively went to his ring finger and began turning the gold band.

"Trust me Doctor Mayfield, you do not want to get this guy started on his other half." Rosie clicked his tongue and shook his head.

Gale dropped his head, his cheeks heating up pink in pure bashfulness.

"Oh, how long have you been married?" The naive young doctor asked.

"Ten years, together for fifteen." Gale smiled, mostly to himself, honestly. He took in a deep breath, pulling the scent of John off the jacket, the familiar piney cologne leaving a residue smell along with the familiar burnt smell John had. Not like a bad kind of burning, more like a campfire kind of burning.

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Mayfield said, his eyes wide with a mix of admiration and curiosity. “You must have a lot of stories.”

“Oh, we do,” Gale said, his voice warm with affection. “John is a firefighter captain, so we have quite the mix of hospital and fire station tales. Keeps life interesting.”

Rosie chuckled, shaking his head. “Interesting is one way to put it. Between the two of them, there’s never a dull moment.”

The young doctor seemed to relax a little, his shoulders loosening as he leaned in, clearly intrigued. “How do you manage it all? The work, the family, everything?”

Gale thought for a moment, his fingers still absentmindedly turning his wedding band. “It’s not always easy. We’ve both had our fair share of challenges, but we’ve learned to support each other through everything. Communication, trust, and a lot of love. That’s the secret.”

Rosie nodded in agreement leaning in a bit further, “And a good, healthy sex life.” he winked causing a small eruption of laughter from the three, but knowing when to take a break, even if it’s just for a few minutes. Like now, chatting before listening to the same presentation as yesterday but by a different doctor.” 

As the conference began, Gale’s mind drifted back to his family, the thought of returning home to John and the girls giving him a sense of peace. He glanced at the young doctor beside him, hoping that he too would find the kind of love and support that made even the toughest days bearable.

And as the speakers droned on, Gale’s thoughts were 200 miles away, nestled in the warmth of home, wrapped in the scent of pine and vanilla, and the arms of the man who made every struggle worth it.

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Dev Blog 7/1/23

Hello my reader!

I'm here with a mini development blog for you all. So far I have added to the base game something like 40k more words. This is not including coding. I have also cleaned up some code errors that wouldn't let you get past the Deep, and negated a conversation with Hazel in the last chapter.

All I have left now is a clean up of some minor name codes and the editing of all the NSFW scenes. Then I can have a few people beta it and I can redo the UI of the game.

I would also like to say that the asexual route within the game is going to change a bit. The more I have learned about asexuality, the more it has come to my attention that there are a vast amount of ways that this can be represented. So, I have decided to address this by allowing an option to have a conversation about this with your RO before any NSFW scene. It can be that the MC doesn't like sex at all to the MC not opposed to it when it feels right. I know this is going to not satisfy some people but this is kind of what I feel comfortable writing. I feel like, at this point in my writing career, I just don't know how to approach it in the variation that asexuality actually is. That might change as I continue writing but for now, that's how I would like to keep it.

That being said, the sexuality code in general has also changed. You no longer have a code saying you are attracted to just men or just women. You can flirt with whoever you want without consequence. You can also deny anyone you want without consequence. Instead, I will just be coding in when you choose which RO you wish to explore the Night Market with. Polys will of course come after all of that. I felt this was also a fair representation. If you are someone who does not want to flirt with a certain gender, then don't chose the flirt options for it. It will then not open any of the flirtation scenes. Or, you know, tell Milo and Bella to just back off. :)

Now onto some personal stuff.

I am stressed. I mean, like really stressed. I thought I would have everything done by today and I am not done. Mainly, I feel bad for my Kickstarter backers. I have so much I owe them and everything is only in about the 70% done area. I am so sorry guys. I have been beating myself up over this for a while now when it became clear that this was far more work than I thought. It's crazy to me. I'm absent from Tumblr and Discord at this point and yet I have been busier with work than I've ever been.

I'm also terrified I'm just not doing enough to the base game. Things that I thought would fit great, ended up not fitting at all. Things that I thought would be an easy addition turned out to be way out of the realm of my capability. It's just all been a learning experience where I've felt like I'm letting you guys down.

And at the end of the day? I really just want to write Book 2.

I know I owe no one an explanation. I've just had this weird feeling I've had to battle the last few months where I am feeling like I have to choose between my family life and my work life. And I hate it. My husband took two weeks off work just so I could work like crazy and I am still not done which is bothering me. Which means weekends are sometimes spent not with my kids but instead working away again. And, because we are a split family, it isn't always like I can make up for this time mid week.

I'm not really looking for advice on this. I'm just kind of trying to be transparent. The stress is for sure getting to me and believe me, I am looking forward to this going up on Steam more than anyone at this point. And then I'm sure I'll spiral because I'll be certain somehow barely anyone will buy it. LOL! But hey, at least I just got two more cats to add to my life. They can purr away my stress that night.

That's everything guys. Thank you for being who you are and I promise you, I am taking care o myself. I'm just a stressed person by nature, I think.

I hope everyone else is having a good summer and you all are getting some wonderful reading time in. If you celebrate the 4th, here's to hoping you have lots of good food that day!

With love,

Zinnia

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The kids are alright pt 2

Summary: Awkward dinner at Kazanskys, where Bradley and Mav are forced to talk.

Pairing: Tom "Iceman" Kazansky x reader

W/C: 3.1k

Rating: PG, age gap alluded

TWs: none

A/N: It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I guess we're in it now...

Part 1 | Masterlist | List of tags | Part 3 | Part 4

- It's open! - you screamed as loud as you could when your doorbell rang. You were in the process of taking food out of the oven and Tom was still finishing something up in the nursery, so it was just easier to let your guests know that they could just come in. The door opened, and you took a peek into a corridor to see who arrived first. - Mav! Come in, come in! Dinner will be ready in just a second. - you smiled at Pete, and when he started to come further, you shot him a warning look; there was a strict rule in your house about leaving shoes at the door, and he immediately knew what you meant.

- Sorry, sorry! - he laughed awkwardly and took his shoes off. - It's good to see you, y/n. - he said, as soon as he joined you in the kitchen. - This is for you. And I know it looks like wine, but it's actually a non-alcoholic blend, safe for pregnant women, I checked! - he placed the bottle and flowers on the kitchen island and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as a welcoming gesture.

- Awwww... Thank you so much. - you smiled, carefully maneuvering an oven tray, so you wouldn't accidentally burn him.

- Do you need help with anything? - he asked and started rolling his sleeves up.

- Actually, yes! Could you put the cutlery and glasses on the table? And there is a pitcher with chilled lemonade in the fridge. - you knew each other for so long, that you didn't have any issues with putting him to work.

- Sure! - as soon as he got closer to the table, the bell rang again, but this time you didn't have to yell, because your husband came downstairs and opened the door. You couldn't exactly hear the conversation that was happening between them, because you focused on looking for the wooden trivet, and when you finally found it, Mav was getting the pitcher from the fridge, so you tasked him with taking another thing to the table.

- Bradley! - you smiled when the younger man entered the kitchen and gave him a brief hug to welcome him into your house, while your husband went to the dining room to greet Mav. Only now you noticed that Brad brought the exact same bottle as his godfather did, and you couldn't help but laugh. - I'm gonna selfishly assume that it's for me. - you pointed at the bottle, and he laughed awkwardly, still a little bit unsure how to behave in your company.

- Yeah, It's safe for... - he started, but you cut him off.

- ...pregnant women, because it's a non-alcoholic blend? - you finished for him and pointed your chin toward the kitchen island, where a twin of the bottle he was holding currently stood.

- Ah. - he tensed for a moment, but you squeezed his shoulder and gave him a wide smile.

- It's not like I'm not gonna drink it... - you winked at him, and he finally relaxed. - By the way, I really like the shirt. It suits you. - you complimented his choice while taking the plates out of the cupboard.

- Thanks, it was my dad's... My mum saved most of his stuff and I finally grew into them. - there was a shadow of a pain in his voice, and yet he felt comfortable enough to share that with you, and that was a success.

- Well, like I've said, it looks good on you. - you smiled again and finally got to plating the food. You started with a base of mashed potatoes, followed by roasted and glazed veggies, and on top, you placed the already cut and cooked to-perfection roast. - Be a dear and help me with plates, would you? - you smiled, and he immediately jumped on the occasion to help you by grabbing the remaining two plates and following you to the dining room. - Sit, boys, sit! Before the food starts to get cold! - it didn't matter that you were almost the youngest of them all, they were still boys in your eyes, especially taking some of their behaviors into consideration.

- It looks amazing, y/n! Like something from a high-end restaurant! - Mav complimented, taking the seat to the left of Ice. 

- Thanks! Maybe if you visited us more often, you'd be more used to food that didn't come in a metal tray. - you gave him a cheeky smile, and he rose his arms in a defensive gesture. You definitely didn't cook every day, but you actually enjoyed it, so when you did, you always tried to do something more... layered than quick. - Hmm... You know what? I might try that non-wine, but please feel free to just eat. - you went to the kitchen to get the bottle, one glass, and a wine opener, but when you came back to the dining room, they were still awkwardly sitting in silence.

- Guys, seriously? - you sighed heavily and shook your head in disappointment. - Since it's definitely illegal to get angry at a pregnant lady... - you noticed Ice giving you a warning look, but you just started opening the bottle. - Bradley, before she died, Carole made Mav promise that he wouldn't let you fly, so he tried to keep that promise by doing something stupid and pulling your papers from the academy. - you took the cork out and started pouring the non-wine into a wine glass, while Mav was giving a gigantic side-eye to your husband. - And before you'll say anything - no, he didn't tell me, your voice is loud and I have good hearing. - well, it wasn't exactly all true, because you didn't hear the part about the promise, just about pulling papers, but he didn't know that. - And just so we're clear, it's a stupid-ass attempt at keeping that promise. You should have told him as soon as he was old enough to understand, instead of going behind his back. - you finally sat down and took a sip of the non-wine, which was surprisingly good. - And now - let's eat. The food is getting cold. - you were the only one who actually started eating, but that was easy to predict after what you just said.

- Is... Is that true...? - Bradley finally broke the silence - About my mom, I mean... - he clarified almost immediately, and Mav sighed heavily.

- Yeah... She was worried that you... - Mav tried to find the right words. - That you might end up like your dad... And to be honest, I agree... I don't want anything bad to happen to you. - well, he definitely could have phrased it better, but it was extremely easy to notice how much he cared about his godson. - And when I heard that you applied to the academy... - his voice cracked a bit. - The thought of possibly losing you too... - he wasn't able to actually finish the sentence, and placed all his focus on the dish you prepared.

- I understand why you would want to do that. - Bradley said cautiously, trying to understand and process his emotions at the lightning speed. - I don't agree with what you tried to do, and it hurts me that you don't trust me enough to make my own decisions. - was the Kid actually more mature than Maverick?

- No, that's not... - Pete tried to cut in, but Bradley put his right hand up, stopping him.

- Let me finish, please... - he took a deeper breath. - I understand that being a pilot in any branch of the military is dangerous and that if my dad was still alive, he would definitely try to sway me in a different direction... But in the end, it's still my decision. Doesn't matter what you, my mom, or even my dad would think. And I honestly would rather do that with someone in my corner, rather than completely alone. But I am prepared to do that alone, no matter what. So it's your decision, Mav... - he finally looked at his uncle, and you gently squeezed your husband's hand, because they finally communicated like adults.

- I... I just don't want to lose you... - Pete raised his gaze and looked at his godson. - In any way... - he added. - So I'm going to be there for you on one condition... - Bradley looked at him with a giant question mark basically painted on his face. - You will protect me from your mother in the afterlife because she's definitely gonna kill me. - the younger man couldn't help but laugh.

- Deal. - now they both laughed and Mav stood up to hug Bradley, who actually shed a tear or two, and you realized that for a moment he was absolutely ready to cut Mav from his life here and now, and was relieved that he didn't have to.

- Great, now that we're all on the same page, eat. I didn't spend hours in the kitchen just so the food could look pretty. - now even Ice laughed, and took the fork and knife in his hands. 

- Thank you... - Bradley finally looked at you again, and you only nodded in acknowledgment. You knew exactly what it was like to grow up with people who, by trying to shield you from anything bad, ended up hurting you more.

You could tell that Mav wasn't exactly happy with that outcome, and would most likely be a bit colder towards you for some time, but you knew that in the long run, it would have definitely been worth it. Not only that, but you knew how hard it must have been for him because you went through it all with Ice, who was currently tactically choosing not to speak about the topic. Tom also carried with him an immense amount of guilt when it came to Goose's death, but years of therapy and - not to brag - a healthy relationship with you, helped him process that tragedy. You were one of the few people in his life who weren't afraid to call him up on his bullshit, especially when he was beginning to spiral down because of all the responsibility that was weighing on his shoulders.

The rest of the evening was much calmer, and eventually, everyone relaxed, and you were planning a deeper conversation with Pete one to one, because you didn't want to leave anything unsaid to fester and rot, and it would be much easier to let him be angry at you and say it to your face, than letting him process that quietly. On the one hand, you were frustrated that you were the one that had to be the more mature in that relationship, because, well, you were much younger; but on the other hand... You felt sorry for him because he never learned healthy communication and instead just compartmentalized to a dangerous degree. And of course, he was convinced that therapy wouldn't do anything for him, with which you completely disagreed, but it's not like you could force him to go.

Eventually they left, and you were splayed on the couch with your feet on one of the ottomans, because you could just feel them swelling up from sitting in one position for so long. You had the perfect angle to watch your gorgeous husband tidying up the dinner table and doing dishes in the kitchen, which made you feel a bit guilty, because you were relaxing while he was cleaning, but one smile from him was enough to blow those worries away.

He was unusually quiet, even for him, but you didn't want to dig into his thoughts just yet; you knew him well enough to know he was still processing what happened at dinner, and you didn't want to interrupt that, so you opted out fur just ogling him in his white button-up. Even though it was just dinner with friends, he still chose to dress up nicely, and the white linen contrasted beautify with his tan skin; sometimes you couldn't believe how lucky you were, having him in your life.

- Penny for your thoughts...? - he was the first one to break the silence, when he finished cleaning up and putting leftovers in the fridge. He sat on the couch with you, moved your feet to his knees and started gently massaging them, and you reclined even more and moaned, because it felt so good.

- I was just admiring my husband... - he couldn't help but smile, and you quickly followed. - How handsome you look in that shirt... And how good you are to me... - you continued and closed your eyes. - I just love you so much... - you added a bit quieter, because he managed to hit all the right spots to help you completely relax.

- I love you too, dove... - you could tell just by his tone that something was still on his mind, so you propped yourself on the cushions and looked at him.

- Spill it, Kazansky. - he laughed a bit when you used the last name, but eventually he sighed heavily.

- I just... I think I agree with Mav... - you knew it was hard for him to admit that, and you were glad that he felt comfortable enough with you to share his true thoughts.

- About not letting Bradley join the academy? - you asked and he nodded. This time you went quiet, trying to analyze the situation from his perspective. - Is it about keeping Carole's promise? - you prodded a bit deeper.

- Well... Not entirely. - he was still massaging your feet, but he was completely lost in his thoughts. - You know I was there when Goose died, and you know my role in it. - he took another break, and you let him, because you knew that even after all those years it was hard for him to talk about that. - I don't want him to get hurt. And being in the navy, being a pilot... It increases those chances immensely... - you exhaled softly, and he looked at you with a question on his face, expecting input.

- Your daughter is squishing my lungs, please continue. - he chuckled a bit and his expression softened.

- I just... I don't think either Mav or me would be able to ever forgive ourselves if anything happened to Bradley, and we had a chance to stop it. - he finally finished, and you took a moment to better understand his point of view. You didn't have half of his experience, especially when it came to loosing people, but you could still relate to parts of what he meant.

- Full honesty or did you just want to vent? - you asked, when he shifted a bit on the couch to face you more. 

- Honesty... I'm having trouble coming to terms with everything. - he replied and looked at you with that soft expression that was reserved only for the most vulnerable moments with you.

- There are many ways of keeping someone safe... - you started cautiously. - You can wrap them in bubble wrap, shove them into a closed room and never let them outside, and technically you would still be keeping them safe. But you can also let them explore on their own and be there to catch them when they fall. - you stopped for a bit, trying to find the right words. - You heard him today... He would still apply again, even if you pulled his papers. And we both know, he would eventually find a way to get in... - Tom sighed heavily; he knew you were right and waited for you to continue. - I understand that you worry about him and that you don't want anything bad happening to him, but you have to ask yourself if at some point, you won't become the "bad" thing happening to him, because you would prohibit him from living his life to the fullest and doing things he evidently loves... - it was a tough pill to swallow, but you were also able to look at this whole situation without any guilt and from a point a bit closer to Bradley's. - By cutting his options for any type of experience, you would be stunting his growth and taking away all the good things he could have lived through... - you took another break to collect your thoughts, and Tom allowed you to do that without any interruptions. - I mean, you knew that going into the navy was dangerous as hell, and yet you still did it. And you've met so many wonderful people, including me... - he couldn't help but laugh at that remark. - ...and you have so many good memories. Gods know how hard it is to get you and Slider to bed when you meet for "just 20 minutes" and end up talking about good old times till the break of dawn. - he laughed again, and started to relax a bit. - So you have to ask yourself, love... With all the knowledge you have now, with all the lives you lost, with all the bad things that happened... If you could go back in time, would you choose a different career? And if not, why do you expect from Bradley to do so...? - there was a long, heavy silence after your last question, and you let him process everything you've said. He was lost in his brain for a good ten minutes before he looked at you again, and you just smiled, but this time it didn't reach your eyes. - Perfect outcome unfortunately doesn't exist... I wish it did, because I see how much it's eating you up, and I wish I could magically make it all go away... - he sighed heavily, and squeezed your feet one last time, before putting them back on the ottoman, and maneuvering your body, so you could lean on him now, instead of cushions.

- When the hell did you get so wise, dove...? - he hugged you from behind and put his hands on your stomach, trying to feel your daughter move.

- I came out of the mold like that... - you laughed and turned your head to the left and inhaled his scent. - And she's sleeping, so she won't be moving for a while... - you added, but Tom still kept his hands on your stomach and was just tracing the flowery pattern of your dress with his fingers.

- I'm just glad to have you in my life, you honestly have no idea how much you are helping me... - he finally broke the comfortable silence that settled between you two.

- It goes both ways. - you put your head on his shoulder and covered his hands with your own. Well, it was a small exaggeration, because you were able to cover 2/3, maybe 3/4 of his, but he still stopped moving them. - We make a pretty good team though... - you smiled softly when you felt a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

- We do, dove... that we do... - you couldn't see it, but you could still hear a smile in his voice. 

[actuallyadhd]

Hyperfixation ended

My boyfriend has ADHD. He’s acknowledged that in the beginning he was hyper fixated on me and now that feeling has gone he’s confused and thinks we should break up He says he has love for me and is so sad that it didn’t work but ultimately that feeling of being in love isn’t there Now he’s saying he’s confused and that his ADHD is to blame Is jumping ship the wrong thing to do

Sent February 5, 2024

Ouch. I’m so sorry this is happening.

You can’t force him to stay. If he for sure wants to break up, then that’s what’s happening. I would say that it is probably partly due to his ADHD, but I suspect that it’s mainly due to his definition of “being in love”.

There is a conversation to be had, about what exactly “love” is and whether “that feeling of being in love” is actually necessary in order to have a good romantic partnership.

Before I get started, I will note that this isn’t specific to ADHD. Lots of people who don’t have ADHD seem to think that if you don’t have certain feelings all the time, then you’re not really “in love” and you should definitely break up. If you want to see what I think about this whole thing, keep reading. Otherwise, no worries.

-J

Movies and media in general romanticize the process of meeting, falling in love, and getting together romantically. We don’t always see the couple years later, and a lot of the time if we do, the relationship is on the rocks and that’s the point of the story. Think about media that you really like that has actually healthy long-term romantic relationships. How much is there?

Even in children’s and YA stories that include parents who have been married for a long time, the relationships are often strained. And I know that it’s pretty realistic for young readers to have divorced parents, or parents who are only together “for the children”, but I also think it’s important to show examples of healthy relationships so that people whose parents don’t have a great track record still have somewhere to go to see how to handle disagreements and the like in a healthy fashion.

Like, sure, you get drama if the romantic relationship is on the verge of breaking up, but you can have other drama instead and have part of the story be how these people, who chose to be together, are facing adversity together. 

In real life, things might start out with butterflies and nerves and giddy elation and yes, hyperfixation. But over time, those things are probably going to wane somewhat. That doesn’t mean the love is disappearing, it means the relationship is growing and changing, assuming you are getting to know each other better.

I know that everyone defines love a little differently. My base definition is that I want the best for those I love, and I try to show that in the way I relate to them. But I also love different people in different ways. My love for my parents is different from my love for my brothers is different from my love for my husband is different from my love for my friends is different from my love for my child is different from my love for my pets. (English is ridiculous this way. Why do we have just one word for all of these different things?!?) 

I’ve been married for nearly 14 years, and we were together for two and a half before we got married. A lot of things between us are just comfortable at this point, partly because we know each other so well.

Love isn’t just something that happens, it’s something you choose. It’s what you’re choosing when you decide to stay during hard times. (Not abuse. Being abused isn’t “hard times” it’s being abused. That is not love.)

[maidragoste]

hey hun,

I REALLY enjoy your content, with the Queen and her Husbands story line.

I actually had an idea for like a one-shot from the series itself.

I was thinking about a fluff piece where the reader is pregnant the first time with Aegon's babies, and it could be when she was sleeping in bed with both Aemond and Aegon (she would be about five or six months along, long enough for her to start showing) and Aemond actually relishes in being with reader during this time, even though hes not the father, because he didn't get to do this with her the first time around.

And I think it would be extra sweet if he confided how he felt about this with Aegon when the two brothers are awake in bed and the reader is still sleeping.

Anyway, it's just a thought. I would actually like to write the piece if you would let me. If not, I'm okay with whatever you can come up with that idea.

Thank you :)

Hi 🥰

It makes me happy that you enjoy the series, thanks for letting me know 💖

OMG WE THINK THE SAME. I ALWAYS IMAGINED THAT AEMOND WOULD BE ENJOYING BEING NEXT TO THE QUEEN WHEN SHE IS PREGNANT WITH DAERON BECAUSE HE WAS BARELY WITH HER WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH THE TWINS 😭😭

The idea of a conversation between Aegon and Aemond about that never crossed my mind but I LOVE YOUR IDEA. The truth is that it would be an honor if you wrote something about my series so I have no problem with that as long as at the beginning of the publication you clarify that it is based on my series and tag me

Thank you very much for writing to me and sharing your idea. I'm looking forward to seeing if you write it or not 🥰💖💖

I hope you're well ✨✨

[jamespotterthefirst]

You & I (2/3)

Book: Open Heart, beyond

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende-Ramsey)

Word count: 1.3K

Rating/ Warning: Teen/ Language

Series: You & I | Part 1

Premise: Her husband’s colleague seems a bit too interested in him. Dread sets in when they have to go on a work trip together. Determined to fix things, Lilac decides to surprise him in New York. 

Note: Thank you so much to everyone who read and supported Part 1! This is based on a really old anon who asked: “has anyone every come between Ethan and Lilac?”

“He said that?” asked an outraged Laurel, flying from her seat. “I’ll kill him.”

“While I appreciate the solidarity, I don’t want you to make me a widow,” Lilac replied quite calmly. “And besides, Ethan is on an airplane right now, safely out of your reach.”

“He’s landing soon,” Laurel challenged menacingly.

“What are you going to do? Drive to New York just to kick his ass?”

“I’ve done it before. Just ask Griselda.”

Despite the somber tone of the previous conversation, both sisters stared at each other, then snorted with laughter. They dissolved into a full fit of body-wracking laughter that rang around Laurel’s tiny apartment. Surely, Mrs. Hart, her sister’s grumpy neighbor, would have a lot to complain about. By the time they sobered up, they both had tears in their eyes.

As their humor evaporated like a wisp of smoke, her sister surveyed her quite seriously.

“All joking aside, are you alright?”

Lilac sank back into the plush backrest of the armchair.

“Not really,” she confessed. “I feel like a total idiot for even bringing it up to him. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Lilita, stop.”

“I'm serious, Lau. After he left, I just felt like I overreacted.”

“You're not overreacting. You're actually being very level-headed about this all.”

“I'm trying to be. It's just that…  this Heather person gives me a bad feeling. Not just her remarks, or the way she acts around me… It's also the way she looks at Ethan. I even heard one of the nurses at Kenmore tell her she was Ethan's 'work wife'. Heather laughed and looked like she loved the title.”

“What?!”

The word rang out around the apartment with all her outrage.

“Ma, are you okay?” A concerned Diego asked from his room.

“I'm fine, baby. Just talking to your tía.”

They could hear the music of his video game resume.

“I know the 'work wife' thing is a playful thing people do at work—”

“Fuck no!” Laurel was on her feet again, face bright pink with fury by now. “That's not okay! Even if it's a playful thing— if someone said that about Tobias at work, they would find out real fast that I don't play like that. Does Ethan know?”

“I don't know. I didn't want to bring it up since I already felt crazy and like a stereotypical jealous wife. I hate feeling this way.”

Laurel, noticing her sister's anguish, relaxed and sat next to her.

“Bullshit,” Laurel supplied. “He’s your husband. You’re allowed to talk to him about these things, even if you have no proof. Even if all that comes from it is him listening to you vent.”

Lilac nodded, feeling reassured. “That's all I was trying to do. He could tell something was wrong and I was just being honest.”

“Exactly! He shouldn't blame you for being open or make you think it's all in your head. I don't know why he was being such a—” Laurel stopped, searching for an adequate enough word to describe Ethan’s behavior. “— such a pendejo!”

Lilac allowed a small smile.

“I laid it all out minutes before he had to catch his flight. If anything, I think we just needed more time to talk it out. And now we’re stuck in this weird limbo.”

Her sister considered this, nodding slowly as though deep in thought. Then, her eyebrows shot up the same way they did any time she had a brilliant idea. Over three decades of experience assured Lilac that said brilliant idea would veer on the side of recklessness.

“New York is a drivable distance away…”

“Yes, we went through that when you threatened to rip my husband’s head off.”

“What if we go?”

The silence that followed was so long that Lilac could hear Mrs. Hart television through the wall.

“Are you—”

“Hear me out,” her sister offered, on a mission now. “We go and surprise him. You’ll get your chance to talk things out after all of his boring doctor conferences. Then, when all is said and done, you can have amazing make-up sex and a little vacation.”

Lilac considered the idea. It was spontaneous and a bit outlandish, but it sounded a hell of a lot better than sitting around, agonizing and counting down the hours for Ethan’s return. A long sigh announced her acquiescence.

“Fine,” Lilac agreed. “But don’t think you’re fooling me. You also want to go because Tobias is there.”

“Getting mind-blowing sex is only a bonus, little sis. My priority is you.”

“Thanks,” Lilac said dryly. “If we’re doing this, we should head out soon. It’s almost four hours to New York if we’re lucky.”

Laurel winked. “I’ll get us there in three.”

As it turned out, Laurel was not exaggerating in her estimated arrival time. Once they dropped off Diego, Laurel's son, with a close friend, they hit the highway at borderline illegal speed. Laurel zoomed around traffic with the confidence of an LA driver and the brazen abandon she was starting to learn from what they called "Massholes." It wasn’t until the unmistakable and breathtaking New York City skyline loomed closer that Lilac finally relaxed.

“What hotel are they in again?”

“The Hard Rock on 48th.”

Laurel nodded diligently and started their trek through the city traffic. Predicting the journey would be long and arduous, Lilac took out her phone to text her husband. To her surprise, three dots bounced on the screen indicating he was already writing to her.

The flutter of hope that his messages catalyzed turned into sickening anxiety as they pulled into the hotel's valet parking. Her sister, ever the mind reader, reached over and squeezed her shoulder with a reassuring smile.

“You two will be alright,” she told her. “You always are. You'll fix this one way or another.”

Lilac gave her sister a small nod before they climbed out of the car and entered the luxurious lobby of the hotel. A charming man, dressed in an elegant black suit, smiled at them as they approached the counter. When Lilac gave him Ethan's name, his smile turned knowing.

“Ah, yes, Dr. Ramsey,” he said, looking at his screen. “We just received the request to accommodate you in your husband's suite.”

Lilac frowned. Beside her, Laurel looked equally puzzled.

“Did you tell him you were coming?”

“I told him I was sending a surprise to his room.”

Laurel snorted. “Then he figured it out. You forget you married a genius.”

After receiving her room key from the attendant, they found the assigned rooms with ease. Luckily for Laurel, Tobias's room was on the same floor. Lilac, on the other hand, wasn't convinced that was a good thing.

“Don't worry,” Laurel teased when Lilac expressed this. “You won't see us all weekend.”

Lilac rolled her eyes as they stepped out from the elevator.

“Do you need me to help you find Ethan's room?”

“I got it,” Lilac assured her. “You can go and change into whatever you brought to surprise Tobias.”

Her sister gladly accepted the dismissal. With one quick and enthusiastic hug, Laurel headed the opposite direction. Ethan's room, as it turned out, was only a few doors from where the sisters parted ways.

With a final deep breath, Lilac inserted the key into the lock. The tiny machinery rumbled to life, the light flickering on and settling on red. She tried it again, only to receive the same error.

“Dammit.”

As she grew more and more frustrated, she decided her card must've been too close to her phone in her purse, deactivating it. With a small growl, she gave up, dreading the trip downstairs to reactivate it. Before she could move a muscle, however, the doorknob moved from inside the room.

Lilac barely had enough time to consider that maybe her husband was back early, when the door opened.

It was not Ethan.

Not even close.

“Ethan, I've been waiting for hours. You'll never believe—”

The words died, replaced by a surprised little gasp.

There, staring back at her in shock clad in nothing but a towel, was Heather Finnegan.

Note: See you guys next week with Part 3!

Also, yes, the title You & I is the 1D song lol 

Thank you so much for reading!