#Y/n is so done with this shit

[huesohnobro]

You Dont Love Her

Chapter 11: Fire

Content warnings: Actually in comparison this one is pretty tame, theres some anxiety and stuff, Wanda being crazy

“You know when you said we’d be stealing an aircraft, I didn't think you were serious.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, glaring playfully at you over a set of dark sunglasses. They hid her eyes and all of the emotion that they held, whether that be a frenzied sort of adrenaline or something softer, you wouldn’t know. 

“We aren’t stealing anything, I’m cashing in a favor with someone who happens to owe me.” 

Her hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, as if trying to indent her handprint into the smooth, soft leather; quite the mark to leave on your vehicle if she did. 

You scoffed and crossed your arms, closing your eyes to give them a break from the endless expanse of green and brown that rushed by the windows. 

“If all we needed was a favor then I could’ve just asked one of my contacts.”

“What like waiting for you to ki-“ You shot the spy a warning look before she could finish the word, instead electing to clear her throat before continuing on. “Like waiting for you to conduct your business would’ve been faster than just packing up and going to a meeting point?” 

She had a point, not that you’d admit it. Farai took at least 4 hours to get back to you, and everyone else in your contact list was rather…. Hesitant.. to work with you after the incident at the gala. 

Such was the cost of being a god, a meager price to pay in the grand scheme of things. Soon you wouldn’t have to bear the burdens of such costs, soon you would be able to take joy in things other than blood in mayhem, soon you would have your missing piece before you filled with blood and life and vigor. 

Soon Nekali would be in your arms and you would once again know the joys of being mortal, and you would be unbothered by whatever pains and sorrows came with your mortality.

You wouldn’t need power or respect or sacrifices after tonight, all you would need is the woman who sat at your side and the woman who rested against the skin of your chest.

You took the crystal that hung from your neck between your fingers, gently holding it as a pleasant warmth grew within your sternum at the idea of a more peaceful existence with the two. Despite the desire within to allow yourself to rest with this warmth, to curl up and lie with it until the feeling becomes ingrained in your bones, reality required you to bury the feeling deep within yourself. You were thinking far too pleasantly about your near future, even with the developments between yourself and Natasha you were sure that some part of her wanted to see you behind bars. 

You could worry about that later, you were sure that it wouldn’t be too hard to break yourself out of wherever they put you anyhow; for now you’d focus on the winding road ahead of you, the bright star in the morning sky, and how Natasha was practically trying to crush your gear shift in her grip. Placing your hand on top of hers, you rested your fingers over the gaps between her own, your thumb gently rubbing the side of her palm.

“If you don’t relax you’re going to fuck up my interior Araña, and I doubt you can afford to replace it.”

Her bewildered smirk made your heart flutter, the warmth from just a few minutes ago begging, screaming to work its way back into the cavern of your chest. The widow looked like fire made flesh in that moment, hair enkindled into a veritable blaze in the morning sun, skin thrumming with an ill tempered frenzy of nerves and adrenaline. Today, fire was neither dangerous, nor the doom of your lover,but rather something you desired to have pressed against you in the late hours of the night.

Today fire was not hell, today fire was hope and safety.

Fire was going to be the reason your favorite pair of shoes was fucking ruined. A two mile long tread through high grass, snagging branches, and patches of earthen clay and mud had you cringing out of regret with each step. Natasha was, of course, unbothered, she had practically existed in a pair of black combat boots with the cuffs of her pants tucked into them. Never again, never again would you let her plan retrievals or reconnaissance preparation or anything that in any sort of manner requires picking something up for a mission. It didn’t matter if those things would never happen again between the two of you, it didn’t matter that the woods offered beloved privacy and a sense of shelter through the close together trees and hanging moss. None of that mattered if this was something that she considered a casual affair: you would be damned to the infernal plane you habitually wander through if you made it into a casual affair for yourself.

You practically sighed in relief when the thick bunches and clusters of branches gave way to an open and spacious clearing, the next section of woods a far and distant sight compared to the bark and lichen that grew behind you. The teeming life of the woods that made itself known through chirping voices and the rustling of leaves was absent from the clearing, only grass and a metal behemoth lying within. The titanium and steel of the small military plane looked uncanny, a symbol of human bloodshed in a forest that deserves no such afflictions. 

Natasha walked through the field with a practiced ease, seeking out the man you could only assume was the aforementioned contact. Hanging back from the conversation, you stared up at the craft that would soon be porting both you and the spy to your previously abandoned home: the only reason you weren’t teleporting there was well… you couldn’t risk harming Natasha like that. The very idea of bringing her along… the liquifying meat, the smell of charring bone… it was all too much, a suffocating concoction of smells and textures against your hands, the wet press of blood against clothing that would inevitably stain beyond repair during a final embrace, the gentle smile even as unbearable pain wracks through the system….

Not now, don’t think about that now. The muscles of your shoulders tensed up, the prehensile cord of your tail wrapping around your hips in an effort to stabilize your shaking. 

Something else. Think about something else, anything else, the negotiation happening behind you, the way the grass brushed against your legs, the way that the clouds hung in the sky, anything at all please anything and everything at all would be better than this.

The dark glimmer of metal wings caught your eyes, a smooth expanse of welded together metal that held unknown mysteries inside.

When was the last time you had been on a plane, come to think of it… have you ever been on a plane?

To say that Natasha was stressed would be like saying it was snowing as a blizzard raged outside of your house, technically it was an accurate statement, however it failed to capture the magnitude of the event taking place. First there was hacking into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe in order to act as surveillance and direct Helen where to go with the Cradle, which was fairly simple; next was coaching the geneticist on lifting off and setting the autopilot embedded in the stealth-craft to the pre disclosed coordinates; and then there was tampering with S.H.I.E.L.D.’s security camera footage to ensure that it looked as though the good doctor was still in her laboratory. It wouldn’t have been anything particularly difficult had Natasha held access to quite literally anything other than a laptop that was bought the night before, and had S.H.I.E.L.D. not conscripted Stark to upgrade their cybersecurity and firewall systems in lieu of recent events. 

Eventually the proverbial blizzard had calmed down to all but a flurry, two hours in the air filled with technological espionage having passed, leaving Natasha to enjoy the view of the sky painted in the windshield before her. It was quiet, the wings of the jet cutting through the sky in the same way that a too-hot knife cuts through butter. If Natasha didn’t know any better she would think that she was the only soul on the aircraft, the journey being nothing special or out of the ordinary compared to her usual trips.

Its a shame that Natasha did know better. 

You weren’t necessarily the loudest person in the world, however your excessive time alone had given you certain… quirks. 

You had a tendency to mutter to yourself, likely as a way to communicate with the woman who rested in limbo, the absence of such muttering was a bit jarring to say the least. 

No, instead of a light conversational murmuring, Natasha’s ears picked up on jagged breaths and the incessant tapping of a sole against the metal floor. 

Natasha slowly entered the hold, consciously unmasking her usually silent steps in order to alert you to her presence in an attempt to not escalate your panic. She wasn’t quite sure what was wrong, but she did know one general rule: dangerous people become even more so when erratic, especially when in small spaces. Your tail was wrapped around your waist, eye twitching as you gripped the crystal around your neck harder and harder with every bump of turbulence. It was a strange sight to behold, Natasha had never seen you show fear; to watch it be so clearly etched into your features was shocking. Hell, you had been so distracted by your panic that you had failed to notice the spy’s continued presence in the room until about 20 seconds after her entry. 

Your posture straightened in an attempt at forced relaxation, your leg stilling itself and your hands planting themselves onto your thighs as your eyes met green ones. 

Your tail betrayed you as the hull shook ever so slightly, tightening noticeably around your waist as though it were a living belt. Your teeth were clenched tightly, hands balled into fists, wary as Natasha took a seat next to you. 

“Do you want a drink or something to relax?”

Your eyes flicked over to Natasha before focusing back on your shoes, the building pressure in your ears slowly becoming unbearable. 

“I don’t really do alcohol anymore, so no thank you.”

“Good, we don’t have any in here,” the spy rested her back against the metal wall of the plane, feeling the slight rumble of the craft as she watched you. Nothing on your body was touching the plane if it didn’t have to, your hands on your lap, tail ever so slowly constricting yourself, your spine a figurative mile away from the wall. Natasha was almost positive that had you known a way to sit on the air rather than the bench you two rested on, you would’ve done so in a heartbeat.

“You’re going to break a rib- I take it you’re not a fan of flying?”

Your shoulders shrugged stiffly, the blue cord loosening just barely in response to her worry. 

“So far, no, I’m not seeing what’s so great about it.”

“So far?”

“Before today I’ve never exactly flown before, I’ve never really needed to. I can’t particularly say I understand the appeal.”

Natasha chuckled at that, a soft smile growing despite herself. 

“Well, most people who fly don’t have the power to teleport across continents.”

You hummed softly, looking back at the widow with eyes full of tempered anxiety. 

“Most people are delusional then, it’s ludicrous to trust a glorified tin can as much as we are right now.”

Natasha had to agree, most people were delusional, just not in the ways you were thinking. 

Walking into your old compound felt as though you were an archeologist walking into an ancient ruin. Cracked marble and tile, burn and splintered yet still polished wood, fallen soldiers and apostates, all littering the floor along side relics of past glories and triumphs. A veritable Pompeii of your endeavors, all sprinkled with a healthy coating of blood and gunpowder. As you toed through the rubble of your past, you couldn’t help but wonder if a volcanic ending to your efforts would’ve been preferable. It would’ve been easier, no doubt, you wouldn’t have to see the rings on hands, the worn pairs of boots, the peek of blue mottled skin from the corner of your eye. 

It was a harsh reality, what your old home was giving you. You were not the savior you proposed yourself to be, were you? Your blood and flesh was never going to be a permanent salvation, despite your best efforts. It was all doomed from the start, mortal souls can only take so much, perhaps they were not meant to be holy in the way one such as yourself was. 

Perhaps all of your endeavors would be doomed in the same way, ending with a faint scent of gunpowder and egregious burns. 

“We’ve passed at least three rooms with enough space to hold the Cradle, where are you taking us?” 

You looked back at Natasha with a raised eyebrow, gently thumbing at the crystal vessel chained around your neck. She didn’t seriously think that somewhere as filthy as the dormitories or common areas was good enough did she? No, in your mind there was only one place fit enough for your first love to take her beginning breaths and steps in, you were sure of it. 

“Those rooms are subpar in nature, only members of the flock resided in such squalor. We’re headed towards somewhere far more important, as it is what someone who holds such high importance in my heart deserves,” the two of you stopped before a solid hardwood door, tall and dark and covered with intricate silver filigree; the handle was cold in your grip, lacking its usual pristine shine. “I would demand the same quality if it was you, perhaps just a touch lower, you have tried to kill me a couple of times after all.” 

Your tone was teasing as you pushed the door open, a creaking echo shooting through the room. A high vaulted ceiling rested above you, engraved with intricate geometric designs and lettering; the walls were made of the same dark, filigreed material as the door, illuminated only by the sconces interspersed between pillars around the room; the floors were a rich marble, the shimmering onyx cracked with streaks of radiant white. It was vaguely haunting, a chill running down Natasha’s spine as the two of you entered; she didn’t understand why until she finally turned her eyes to the center of the room. 

A circular table dominated the space, covered in ornate mosaics of what Natasha could only assume were crystal and colorful stones, shackles on four opposing ends, grooves on its surface still stained with gray and ruddy brown, all leading towards collection chambers embedded into the floor. Various tools and sharp implements hung from the side of the diabolic structure, glinting gun metal gray and pure silver in the warm light of the room.

It was vile, how calm you were about the idea of such a place being the only location worthy of your lovers.

It was a place of death, of despair, of horror and maniacal power trips and of manipulation; a chamber of false gods and the enamoration of those who followed them. Shadows came to life and revealed the dark creatures that lay within them in this room, boogeymen and demons drank from bowls of blood and the aroma of awe-struck terror within these walls, and yet you looked so satisfied with it.

It was a living mockery of a cathedral.

It was twisted, horrific even.

It was the essence of what you had become after all this time.

It was gorgeous.

“Dr Cho is going to hate this- how is it that it wasn’t destroyed in the raid?”

You shrugged, sitting upon the altar and running your fingers over its grooves.

“People tend not to destroy holy sites, they usually know better.”

Wanda had never truly noticed how quiet Avengers tower could get when everyone was away, there was no bickering to be heard in the living room, no thudding of fists against a sand filled leather bag, there was nothing but the sound of a laugh track to distract her from just how lonely she felt. The laughter and dialogue emanating from the screen felt dull, Wanda’s mind too preoccupied with worry to be sated by the serialized comfort of Bewitched. There was something missing, the absence of a warm caress of a hand against her cheek, the lack of the scent of vanilla and spices surrounding and overtaking her senses in the best way. 

With the absence of such comforts came plenty of time to become lost in one’s own thoughts, ample opportunity to wander down the halls and corridors of anxiety and find oneself trapped in the shadows and whispers that echoed throughout. Such time and opportunity has been known to bring many a sane person towards conducting rather strange behaviors. 

This is how Wanda found herself in Natasha’s office, at approximately 2:52 pm on a Sunday. All things considered, there was no real reason for the witch to enter the room, and certainly no reason to find herself seated in Natasha’s usual chair. The lack of lumbar support was something she would have to bring up with the spy at a later time, for now Wanda would just allow herself to sink into the well worn fabric of the desk chair. 

Slowly but surely the minutes crawled by, the slow passage of time marked by the ticking of the clock on Natasha’s wall. The sound was like a metronome, steadfast and unwavering in its almost mechanical beat; Wanda couldn’t help but wonder if that ever bothered Natasha, if the steady click that filled the air ever reminded her of her days in the Red Room, surrounded by the sounds of training in both combat and dance. 

She wondered if Natasha had ever felt like this… lonely, surrounded by things that reminded her of someone she cared for dearly, waiting for something, anything to change and give her a sign that something new or exciting was going to happen, or perhaps that her beloved was safe and sound.

Breathe in, tick.

Breathe out, tick.

Breathe in, look at the pictures and various files on the desk.

Breathe out, notice how happy she looks in that picture with Clint’s family… how at home she looks with Laura and the kids…

Breathe in- 

The desktop computer flickered to life, the left corner of the screen showing grainy, pixelated footage of two figures in a hall. Scooting forward, Wanda squinted at the lettering in the corner to figure out where the footage was coming from. 

N-P-828… It was no use, so Wanda elected to watch the footage. The hall looked familiar, rubble covering the carpet alongside blood, it was haunting, filled with an odd sense of deja-vu that Wanda couldn’t place. 

Something was walking into the frame, something grey- no… blue. Blue in the shape of a person, clothed in a suit and followed by flaming red hair.

Wanda sat frozen as she watched the two walk across the screen, seemingly locked in conversation as they made their way across the hall. 

In that moment Wanda knew what she had to do, the ticking of the clock matched her heart rate as she watched the screen, standing from the chair with red wisps surrounding her fingers.

She was going to save Natasha, and it would be the last thing you’d ever see.

[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

*in some alternative universe probably*

Natasha: I'm here to kill you.

Y/n: *dramatic gasp* you want to kill meeeee? 🥹

Natasha: yes~ even more now.

[tojiscrack]

sneak peak, 'liar, liar' chap.6 : junior year

liar, liar masterlist here:

he flinched when your voice rose once more:

"you're taking ap math?" you demanded, only just realising that he had one extra lesson than you, yuji and nobara. it was at the very top of the table, labelled 'period 0'.

"don't give him an opportunity to act more pompous than he already is," scoffed nobara, looking uninterested. you did not comment on how she still peeked over the sheet when she thought you weren't looking.

"wow," yuji began, looking pleasantly in awe at megumi's hefty schedule. he leaned back in his seat, careful not to pull himself too far back in the event that he might fall off. you secretly wished that he did, if only to stifle your current shock. "so you'll start the day earlier... won't you be exhausted when we get to football practice?"

that was a good question. since coach yaga had stubbornly given both megumi and yuji spots on the school's football team, it had since been announced that practice would take place every day after school unless otherwise mentioned. with megumi's mornings starting earlier than the rest of you, and his days finishing later, he was bound to be torn down with tiredness. although he acted like a robot all the time (eat, sleep, make a rude comment about you, repeat) he was still a human who needed rest. more school meant more social interaction. more social interaction meant a drained megumi. things would only go south from there.

he shrugged at the question.

"i'll be fine," he answered, unbothered.

you disagreed. "you'll die —"

"— revive me with your mermaid abilities then —"

you hoped you pinched him hard enough to bruise. 

"wait," you said, halting your attack on him with a slow frown. he took the opportunity to rip your hands off his ribs and shuffled away from you. you ignored him, sliding down to sit hip-to-hip with him. "if you do ap math in the morning, we can't walk to school together."

for the third time that day, megumi snatched back his timetable from you.

"good luck," he said. "you cross the road like you have nine lives."

"you basically just told her that you wouldn't care if she died," yuji intervened, quick to jump to your defence despite the many times you would argue with him too. 

"this is what happens when you hype him up," said nobara, pointing at him with enough aggression, any outsider would probably assume that he'd committed blasphemy — you liked to think he had. 

"i'm surrounded by idiots," you thought you heard him mutter. 

liar, liar masterlist here:

notes: guys, this is the chapter AFTER the (unreleased) chapter 5. thought i'd feed it to you 'cause i don't have a sneak peak prepared for chapter 5 itself, and this was sitting in my drafts, unattended. and cuz it's been over a month since the last update (and will take another month to actually complete and release a new chapter) i thought i'd give you guys SOMETHING rather than nothing :)

[kumezyzo]

i was rewatching the dream team all stars MCC and was thinking about streamer!reader cause im actually sick in the head :) so now everyone else has to deal with it 😌 so, as much as i love bad, reader does happen to be an honourary Dream Team member according to bf!sapnap.....

i like to think during this time (Nov. 2021) reader and sapnap are well into their talking stage and like, reallyyyy close to dating (they prolly start dating two weeks after this stream of sum). so this is technically crush!sapnap [so cutee]

also just bsf!george and dream moments cause why not (and cause i need some more fluff to feel gud)

lots of swearing (particularly fbombs lol)

so enjoy.... or dont lol :) m.list

crush!sapnap who cant help but giggle when you text him about the 'serpnerp and gerge' bit he did before the event started. when you ask about the fake kisses they gave eachother, he would be tempted to text you back with "i could give you real ones if you want" but refrains from it.

crush!sapnap who secretly had your stream pulled up on the side just so he could see your face as you hyped yourself up for the event.

if youre faceless, he'd just want to listen to you and hear the way you pause to read a text he sends you. he'd feel so cocky if you happened to quietly giggle at something you he sent you.

crush!sapnap who forgets youre on the call for a moment when he makes comments about needing to take a shit...

"if i really wanted to, i could insta-shit"

"ew wtf 😭"

"i actually forgot you were here for a moment, my bad" (he would be blushing so hard)

crush!sapnap who hypes you up so much during parkour tag (and makes sure youre not getting tagged) when youre the last person to be tagged

bsf!george who also hypes tf out of you when youre tagging people. he gets so loud that you have to tell him to stfu at times

crush!sapnap who subconsciously tries to protect you during the first round of sky battle until you call him out for it

"sapnap, dont worry about me! just try to get the other fucking teams. holy fuck..."

"y/n is getting toxic~"

"george shut the fuck up."

(it was mostly cause dream was getting heated at you but dw sap gets it 😌)

bsf!dream who blames you for a block placement glitch during sky battle

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO?!"

it led to a strange disagreement about where you were standing before crush!sapnap interjected and told you guys to leave it be. (we stan)

crush!sapnap who feels his heart flutter when you giggle about heated dream was getting over you standing on a rail in grid runners.

bsf!george who gets very hyped when you dont mute yourself during ace race.

"y/n are you muting yourself?"

"nope, are you?"

"LETS GOOO! ITS JUST Y/N AND GOGY"

"Lets go!!!!...... but shut the fuck up a little"

crush!sapnap who tries to gather your materials whenever you need them during buildmart and ultimately pisses off dream when he doesnt bring back what people need.

"Sapnap, how the fuck are you leaving but not bringing back fucking anything we actually need!?!?"

"okay! okay, what do you need?!"

bsf!dream who gets wayyyy too heated at you during battle box.

"y/n just use the fucking bow!"

"i am you dumb fuck!"

"oh my-"

crush!sapnap who gets annoyed too, but tries to not direct it towards you.

"george if theyre building to middle, block them!"

"y/n is supposed to be covering me!"

"they are, so pull your weight!"

bsf!dream who gets yelled at by his chat for yelling at you.

'say sorry to y/n'

"what? you know what, fuck y/n! ive known them for over 5 years, im not saying sorry!"

"good! i dont want your apology anyway! we are no longer friends!"

"good!"

(literal toddlers lol)

crush!sapnap who says a small 'hi' when he passes by you in sands of time. even if youre in the same call. and have been for 2 1/2 hours.

dteam who just lets you do youre own thing in the last to games of the event (sands of time & tgttos).

"i actually havent hear y/n speak in like five minutes," george said with an impressed smile. "i thought they just left the call for a moment, ha."

"me too for a second-"

"both of you shut the fuck up, im tired and tryna get this over with."

"PFFFT-"

bsf!george who could help but cackle when you yell at him during dodgebolt.

"george if you dont stop talking about the arrow, i will fly to london and shove it so far up your ass-"

crush!sapnap who calls you after both of you end your streams to talk about how you feel after the event.

"how are you doing, you seemed..."

"angry? annoyed?"

"tired..."

crush!sapnap talks with you until either one of you has to hang up. you feel like youre back in highschool talking to your crush for hours on end.

ngl, i dunno how i feel about this one. it might be too much tbh but im tired asf writing this and dont wanna change much. and i got a little carried away having fun writing it....sorry... -Nony

[blackmagictrait]

this isn't gonna win me any friends but I won't pay a dime to see movies made by/starring people who signed the petition to free convicted child rapist roman polanski, and that includes guillermo del toro and wes anderson. you can love their movies all you want but paying to see them puts money in the pocket of people who publicly support rapists going free. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[hazelelel]

Snape: You insolent fool! I will find what is in your mind... one... way or another *tries to use legilimency*

Char: *puts on reflective shades*

Snape: ...

Char: wow i can't believe that wor-

Snape: *clocks them in the jaw*

[svtskneecaps]

friends and fiends if this truly spells the Over for the qsmp i may let the brainworms that have been festering in me for MONTHS--A YEAR, EVEN--win.

i may summarize the goddamn fucking lore.

[m-kyunie]

saw the Gojo figure yesterday & thought it needed a belly piercing

[littleoceanbabe]

IM GETTING REAL SICK OF THESE UTTERLY DEVASTATING SEASON TWO ENDINGS YALL!! GETTING REAL SICK AND TIRED OF IT!!!!!

[48787]

New Transmission The fucking Scientific Instrument Class Pseudocons apparently developed what they're calling "Hetero Sapience" and are corrupting the brainmodules of the non-Pseudo 'cons around them by using annoying xenophilosophy words. Soundwave tells me they're 'Greek' and 'Latin' words, apparently. Cool, I guess? Anyway, if you see any SI Class 'cons causing... issues, just try your hardest to turn your brainmodule off before you start getting infected with their weird lingo, alongside all the other issues pertaining to letting the SI Pseudocons transmit data into your brainmodule in their own weird ways. Thundercracker, on a bet with Starscream, tried to get into an argument with one of them and his head literally exploded when it started talking about Alpha Trion's "Mythological Origins" in its weird dialect. He's mostly fine, CR Pods are working at 'peak' efficiency, but the facial reconstruction is apparently impossible due to some kind of corruption. I thought it was just some weird prank but there weren't even any scorch marks or anything. Just exploded. So yeah, just avoid optical contact and auditory contact to the best of your ability and you should be fine. Otherwise, try to force-shutdown your brainmodule if you can. Shockwave is working on a cure right now, mostly because I know he had something to do with this in the first place so he's going to be the one to fix it. He probably wanted a greater justification to do that weird data-transfer idea he mentioned previously. But it also explains the weird Thunderwing hypotheticals he's been asking me lately... Can I go one fucking cycle without someone trying to "Perfect Thunderwing's Work" or whatever other idiotic drivel that I keep finding our limited energon reserves siphoned into?? It's not even a Shockwave thing, it's like every damn Cybertronian these days thinks they have the "Missing piece of the puzzle" or whatever. In fact, Shockwave might be doing this as a weird threat against the other R&D 'cons to cement himself as the one and only Decepticon "Allowed" to have resources wasted on projects like that. Ugh, now that I think about it, that's probably a correct assumption and he's probably gonna expect me to thank him for it later. Ugh, and he's probably literally right. Ugh. At least his repairs both to himself and to his lab seem to be mostly complete so further research into the SI project should hopefully come along a little faster. Both Shockwave and Soundwave think the SIs could potentially be used as some kind of specialty weapon, but we'll have to see how they work on sparkless lifeforms, like biological lifeforms or xenomechanical lifeforms. The SIs don't seem to corrupt each other, but Shockwave keeps reaffirming that they're not "Sparkless Lifeforms" because they "were never lifeforms to begin with"... but I think he's trying to hide something. Usually Soundwave is the one to pick up on that kind of technological obfuscation, but he actually agreed with Shockwave and offered to send Ratbat to try to work out exactly what each "sapient" SI is now capable of on a personal level. We could have just had regular Cybertronians aboard to fill the role SIs fill. I would've preferred K Class to fill any role an SI could fill in all honesty!! But no, constructing cold wasn't enough, we just had to try to learn how to "Construct Frozen" and the "Absolute Zeroes" just had to be put on my ship. Whatever. I've probably said too much already. This was supposed to be a warning for my ship crew, but it's looking like it'll end up being transcribed on the golden disk as well so when this new Scientific Instruments of Destruction project backfires in some absurdly bombastic way there will at least be something remaining that says I was right. End of Transmission

New Transmission Okay so I was right, but so was Shockwave and Soundwave. Or, well, they were right just enough to make sure the backfire is postponed for at least another handful of cycles. Ratbat is still in CR from the investigation, but the cure Shockwave developed seems to be effective and Thundercracker is out and aiding the repair effort. Shockwave is now in contact with one of the SIs digitally and the other few are... integrating due to the personal efforts of Soundwave. I suppose now would be pertinent to mention not all the SIs developed the "Hetero Sapience" condition, many of them are safe for interaction. Soundwave is also currently monitoring their presence, Ravage is tasked with the regular SIs and Laserbeak is tasked with the "Sapient" SIs. Shockwave probably knows exactly what caused this event but he is preoccupied with the one he no doubt is either indoctrinating or ruthlessly interrogating. Report to Soundwave if you see any suspicious behavior, he has been working very hard to ensure the SIs have their purpose clearly defined (And closely monitored). And, Starscream, stop trying to convince the SIs that you are the leader of this ship. Not only have the majority of your efforts been wasted on subsentient automata, the only one you have actually found who possesses the ability to truly listen to you immediately came to the bridge to complain about you. They were the first sapient SI I communicated with directly and it was because they felt the need to complain about you. I almost feel embarrassed for you. Come back to the bridge so you can apologize to it or so I can teach it how to laugh at you. It's practicing right now actually! This moment of chaos should hopefully be largely under control now, the actual "population" of Scientific Instrument Class Pseudocons was actually quite fewer than initially expected due to an indexing error incorrectly labeling certain shells as SI class. At the very least, we have some more specialty warriors because of it all. End of Transmission EOF

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

because i suddenly got my obsession with mbti handed back to me on this fine sunny day; is it just me or does every infj suffer with this stupid fucking thing called ik what i want but i don't wanna impose anything on anyone so i'll let this idiot decide?

[kipaia]

surprise panic attack???

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 153

warnings: nsfw hmh masterlist

Today is the second Sunday in May, which means it’s your first official mother’s day! You celebrated last year even though Ronan wasn’t here yet, but this is your first mother’s day with your baby! You’re beyond excited for today too. John has kept you completely in the dark about today. All you know is that he’s planned something for you and he told you to get as much rest as you wanted last night.

You slept until about 9:45, which is a lot later than you usually sleep nowadays since having Ronan, and it was nice to get some extra rest. You got up and showered too, and you’ve spent a little extra time getting ready this morning. You opt for some high waisted jeans--John’s favorite--and a simple white t-shirt that has a little peach on the breast pocket.

Giving yourself another once over in the mirror, you fix your hair a little, then you head downstairs and smile when you hear John whispering to Ronan as she squeals and babbles. John has Ronan sitting in front of him on the counter as they put together a plate of food for you, but Ronan is eating the eggs that John is trying to put on your plate.

You can’t even begin to express the amount of happiness and joy this brings you. Seeing the love of your life holding your sweet girl in his arms as they prepare a little plate of food for you. Just seeing John like this is the sweetest part of it all. The amount of love that you have for him is endless.

“Put that there, bug, yup, good job.” John whispers, and you clear your throat as you stand in the doorway and smile at them. He perks up and smiles, “Happy mother’s day!”

“Thank you!” you smile as you walk over to him, kissing him a few times before you lean down to kiss Ronan.

John holds Ronan up to stand on the counter, then he hides behind her and tries to put on a kid voice, “Happy mother’s day, momma.”

You laugh as you squeeze her little hand, “Thank you very much, bug!”

“We made you some breakfast,” John says as he wraps his left arm around Ronan’s middle and holds her close to his chest, picking up your plate in his right hand, “Sit down, miss. Today is your day.”

“Ooh,” you put your hand over your chest and smile, then you walk to the table.

John sets down the plate that has heart shaped pancakes, scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, and some toast. He pours some syrup onto your pancakes, then he stands back and waits impatiently for you to take a bite.

“John…” you laugh a little, “You do realize that I want to spend the day with you, right?”

“I just didn’t want us to be in your way.”

You frown as you move the chair out next to you so John can sit down, “I want to spend the whole day with you two. It’s mother’s day!”

“I have something planned for later, but I didn’t know if you wanted to be left alone until then.” he says, and you reach over to cup his cheek, “I read that someone said their wife just wanted to be alone for her day.”

“Maybe her family sucks.” you say, and John laughs. “Maybe they’re super annoying, maybe her husband always leaves the toilet seat up, maybe her kids are real brats.”

John kisses your palm, “I never leave the toilet seat up.”

“Because Bleu drinks from the toilet otherwise.”

“Yeah, but still. It counts.”

You laugh, “Sure.”

“Well, can I leave her here with you for a moment?”

“What kind of question is that? Who else am I going to share these eggs with?” you reach out and take Ronan, then you set her in your lap and put some eggs on the table for her to eat. “Don’t be too long, baby. I wanna spend today with you too!”

John smiles softly before leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Of course.”

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You’re a mom. You still can’t believe it sometimes. It was always something you knew you wanted out of life and something you were determined to get, and you’re so glad that you got it. Being a mom is everything you imagined and more. Ronan is just the perfect little baby. Okay, she does have some days where she’s a little crabby and fussy, but that’s to be expected. She’s going to grow up to be such a smart and confident little girl. You can’t wait.

The icing on the cake is absolutely being able to do this with John. He’s made this all the more special. Having someone by your side as you navigated motherhood was something you wanted, of course, but having someone actually be by your side and be so selfless and helpful to you has blown your mind. John is the ultimate husband, no doubt about that, but he’s the ultimate partner. He’s someone who will go above and beyond for someone he loves. He’s so good at being a husband and a dad, and above all else, a best friend. You don’t know how the hell you lucked out and why the hell he chose you, but you’re so fucking glad he did.

After putting Ronan down for her first nap, you and John both found your way to your room and flopped down on the bed. Just laying there and whispering to one another, about nothing really, but those are always the best kinds of days.

John smiles softly as you look at one another, “What do you want to do today?”

“I’m going to lunch Tess and mom, but that’s it.”

John nods as he reaches over to move your hair behind your ear, “Okay. Is Ro gonna stay with me?”

“Yeah, if that’s--”

“Don’t ask me if it’s okay. She’s my daughter too,” he whispers, and you nod. “I love hanging out with her. It’s even better when we’re all together.”

You laugh as you place your hand on his cheek, “I won’t be gone long. I think you’ll survive a few hours without you.”

“Hmm,” John hums as he moves closer to you, “I don’t know, peach.”

“You will.”

John’s eyes study you as you smile at him, then he leans closer to kiss you, “I’m gonna miss you while you’re gone though.”

“I’ll miss you too,” you whisper back, then you begin to laugh when he crawls on top of you. “I was thinking…maybe tonight.”

“Not now? You don’t want me now?”

You scoff, “I always want you--it’s ridiculous, really. I was just thinking that maybe tonight because…I might have something to wear.”

John’s smile grows, “Really?”

“Yeah, maybe.” you smirk, and he leans down to kiss you a few times before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Plus, I need to get ready to leave, and you, my handsome and sexy husband, are very distracting.”

“Oh, I’m distracting?”

You laugh as you reach up and squeeze his cheeks between your hand, “You’re very distracting. I already know that as soon as I get back, you’ll have made a nice bath for me--because you’re fucking ridiculously sweet--and you’ll try to sneak your way in and distract me.”

“Well, what can I say? You’re kind of hot.”

“Kind of?” you say, faking your hurt.

John laughs as he leans over and gently kisses you, “Very. Very hot. I’ll let you go get ready now.”

“Okay,” you stay underneath him and smile when he starts to laugh. You look over to check the time on your phone, then you check the baby monitor to make sure Ronan is still asleep. When you see that she is, you look at John and smile, “Wanna make out for a bit?”

“Hell yeah!” he laughs, then he leans down and kisses you as you close your eyes.

__

Lunch with your mom and Tess was really nice, but now you’re trying to get in the door with your arms full of gifts that you got from them. Tess got you some nice home spa stuff, and your mom got you some candles and a nice necklace with Ronan’s birthstone and yours. It’s the same one that your mom has with your birthstone and Tess’, and Tess has one with Finn’s birthstone. It’s nice too since you can add more birthstones as you have more kids.

“I’m home.” you say as you set down your gifts by the door, “Hello?”

You take two steps and see John coming around the corner from the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. You furrow your brow a little since Ronan isn’t with him, but he gestures over his shoulder, so you assume she’s in the kitchen eating.

“How was lunch?”

“It was good,” you smile at him and lean down to take your shoes off. You look up at him as he stares at you, “What?”

John shakes his head, “Nothing. Did they like their gifts?”

“They did,” you exhale as you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist. You close your eyes and smile when you feel him hug you back, “Where’s Ro?”

“She’s waiting for you.” he says, and you tilt your head back to look at him. “In the backyard.”

You widen your eyes, “She’s back there alone?”

“Yes, I just left her out by the pool with a six pack of beer and some tacos.” he jokes, then he nudges your chin, “She’s sleeping in her pack ‘n play, but she should be up soon. Come with me.”

You take John’s hand and head through the kitchen with him to the back patio door, but you stop and gasp when you see the backyard is decorated in balloons and a homemade banner that reads ‘Happy Mother’s Day!’, complete with Ronan’s footprints and handprints on it.

“What? This is what you’ve been doing all day?”

John smiles as he shrugs, “It’s your first mother’s day with our bug. I wanted it to be special.”

You lean up to kiss him, then you walk over to the table where a box of Mother’s day themed cookies sit, along with some fruit and presents. You wipe away the tear on your cheek as you turn around to see Ronan sleeping, but you start to laugh when you see she’s wearing a light pink swimsuit with a floral pattern on it.

“Babe! She looks so cute,” you turn around to look at John, then you laugh when you see him holding up a swimsuit, “For me?”

“Matching swimsuits.” he smiles proudly.

You walk over to him and take it, “Have I really become that mom?”

John chuckles, “I think you two will look great. Go put it on!”

You squeal a little as you rush past him and head inside to change. The swimsuit is the same as Ronan’s and the pattern is super cute, so you’ll definitely wear it again--John did a good job. For some reason, him knowing your size makes you smile. It’s oddly adorable.

After putting the swimsuit on and checking yourself out, you pull your hair up into a pony tail and head back outside to see John sitting with Ronan in his lap. You smile at him and pose a little as he laughs, then you wave at Ronan when she kicks her legs and grunts, reaching out for you.

“Hi, bug! Look at us gorgeous girls!” you hold her up and smile as she smiles back at you, “We have matching swim suits!”

“You two look so beautiful,” John says, snapping pictures of the two of you. “Oh, hold on, I got something inside. I’ll be back.”

You sit down and grab the little bowl of fruit John had brought out for her, then you smile when she reaches in for a strawberry and haphazardly stuffs it into her mouth. Pink juice runs down her chin and lands on her swimsuit, so you grab a bib and put it on her.

“I can’t believe I’m your momma!” you smile when she looks at you and offers a strawberry, and you eat it out of her hand. She reaches for another one and eats it, then offers a piece of banana to you, “I’m so lucky to be your momma. Thank you for being such a good kiddo. Daddy and I are so, so lucky.”

“Alright,” John says as you look up, and you start to laugh loudly when you see he’s wearing swimtrunks with the same floral pattern. “How do I look?”

You smile so wide that your cheeks hurt, “You look great, babe! Look at your handsome dad, Ro.”

John laughs as he walks over and sits down next to you, “Never in a million years did I think I’d be wearing swim trunks that match my wife and daughter.”

“Yeah,” you look at him and nod, “I didn’t think that either--for me. Or you, I’ll be honest. When we met, I mean, you know I thought about having kids and stuff, and I thought about spending forever with you, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. I thought we’d date and get serious, but I thought you’d think I’d want too much from you--marriage and kids. I knew you weren’t looking for a fling, I knew you wanted a wife, but I guess there was a part of me that thought I wouldn’t have been good enough for that, like maybe you’d want someone who had a career or, shit, owned their own house. I had roommates and I didn’t think you’d be into that.”

John reaches out to touch your cheek, “I loved you from the moment I met you, I truly mean that. And I loved everything about you. I loved that you worked at the bookshop; it meant we had something in common. I loved that you lived with some roommates, mostly because you lived across the street from me but I loved that you had roommates because it meant you didn’t live alone and you wouldn’t be lonely.”

You jut your bottom lip out as you look at him, “Stop, you’re so cute.”

“The fact that you thought that you wouldn’t be good enough for me at one point is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.” he rests his hand on your thigh and holds your gaze, “If anything, I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“Oh, shush!” you say, and Ronan grunts as she looks at John, “Yeah, you tell him!”

John laughs when you stand Ronan up on your leg, “Tell me what?”

“That you’re the love of my life and you will always be my absolute favorite person.” you smile at him when he looks at you, “You made me a mom, and that’s one of the best things you’ve ever done for me.”

“Best thing we ever did.” he smiles as he leans over to kiss you, then he kisses Ronan’s cheek.

You stand up with Ronan in your arms, then you walk over to get her floatie. With John’s help, you get her into it and carefully place her in the water so you can hop in since it’s warm. You smile at her when she kicks her legs and giggles, and she looks up at John when he hops in the pool and walks over to put a bucket hat on her.

“Look how cute you are!” John smiles, and Ronan splashes in the pool. “And look how gorgeous and happy momma looks today.”

Looking up at John, you laugh a little, then you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck and hop up so he’ll hold you, “Thank you for today. It’s the best Mother’s day I’ve ever had.”

“The only one…”

“No, we went to the lake house last year when I was pregnant.” you press a kiss to his lips and smile, “But this is the best one because I get to share it with my two favorite people.”

John pulls Ronan over to you two and smiles, “My girls.”

__

After Ronan went down for a nap, John headed downstairs to work on an order he had gotten a few days ago. You had a few things that you wanted to get done, and now that you are, you’re gonna join John downstairs.

The moment you step into the basement, you gasp loudly and slap your hand over your mouth, which causes John to look up at you. You point at him and widen your eyes, and he looks behind himself and laughs as he looks at you.

“What?”

“You’re wearing glasses…” you walk over to him and touch the lenses in them, leaving behind a fingerprint, “Since when?”

John starts to laugh as he takes them off, but you shake your head furiously and push them back up his nose. You move to stand between his legs, still staring at him.

“I got them a while back,” he says as you look at him, “Just for working on something small, which is why I’m wearing them. This spine is super intricate, so I needed them. They’re not meant for every day wear or anything. Just a now and then thing.”

“Do I look weird?” you pull them off and put them on, “Oh, Jesus.”

John starts to laugh, “It’s so I can see up close.”

Your eyes go a little cross before you pull them off, “Yeah, I see that. Too bad…”

“Why?”

You slide them back on him and smirk, “Well, between you and me, you look ridiculously sexy. I always think that you are, but the way you feel about me in lingerie, that’s how I feel right now. Jonathan Wick in glasses, fuck yeah.”

John pulls you closer to him, running his hands up your bare thighs, “Well, I can always keep them on.”

“Hmm,” you lean closer to him and brush your lips against his, and he lifts you up and sets you in his lap as you kiss. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

John lets out a short laugh, then he cups your face and kisses you as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer as you grind against him. He’s already growing hard in his pants and you’re desperate for him. You move off his lap and bite your lip as you unbutton his jeans and unzip them. John grins when you look back at him, then he uses his pointer finger to push the glasses up a little.

“Fuck!” you nearly moan when he smirks, and you quickly help him get his pants off before kneeling in front of him.

“You’re desperate for it tonight, aren’t you?”

You slide him into your mouth and close your eyes, and he grips your hair and groans when you deep throat him. You hum as you wrap your lips around him and bob a few times. The feeling of him in your throat becomes a little too much, so you gag and slide him out and open your eyes to look at him, but he’s got his head tilted back in pure bliss. You start to laugh as you stand up and kiss his neck, and he looks at you and smiles.

“You’re so damn amazing.”

“Isn’t today my day?” you joke, and he kisses your nose before he wraps his arms around you.

John licks his lips and leans closer to you, “Today is your day, so…tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” you whisper to him, and he starts to laugh before he nods his head.

“Consider it done,” he whispers as he stands up, then he looks down at you, “Where at?”

You look around the basement as you think. Upstairs is off limits since Ro is asleep, so the basement will have to do. You look back at John and smirk, and he moves his work aside before lifting you up and setting you on his workbench.

Since it’s warmer today, you decided to put on a summer dress and it lays over your thighs as John stands in front of you. You cup his face and bring his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss that leaves you breathless.

John watches you closely as his hand slides up your thigh, hiking up your dress, “Why don’t you just lay back and enjoy me? It’s your day.”

You place your hand on John’s cheek as the two of you smile at one another, “Okay.”

John hums in delight as he sits down on the stool in front of you, then he kisses your thighs and pulls your dress over his head as you laugh.

“Having fun down there?”

“We both will be in a minute.” he says, pulling your underwear to the side.

John immediately buries his face between your legs and spreads them further to get a better angle, and you close your eyes and smile as the sound of John eating you out fills the room.

“Mmm,” you suck on your bottom lip and smile, “You’re always so loud.”

“You’re always so wet.” he says, pressing a kiss to your thigh, “Tastes so good.”

Flicking his tongue over your clit, John moans and grips your thighs a little tighter to keep you from completely squirming away from him.

“Fuck,” you moan as you arch your back, “Feels so good, baby.”

John hums as he sits up and wipes off his mouth, “You deserve this, baby. My wife deserves all of this…”

You let out a small laugh as you look down at him, “Yes, I do.”

John’s tongue is warm and wet as it slides over every inch of your pussy, and you whimper when he rolls his tongue and begins diving deeper between your legs. He’s an absolute God with his mouth. You place your right hand on top of his head and grip his hair as you let out a ridiculously loud moan.

“You like that, huh?” John asks as he looks up at you whimpering and writhing on the workbench for him. He kisses your thighs and stomach, and he pulls your dress up more so he can see your breasts, “Well, we can’t have this. They’re hidden.”

“Watch this.” you laugh as you look down at your bra. Unhooking your bra from the front snap, you look up at John as he watches in awe. You wiggle your fingers, “Magic.”

John buries his face between your breasts as he kisses and sucks on your skin, and you hear him unbuckling his belt. He leans up to kiss you as you help him pull his pants down and reveal his cock, hard and ready for you. He scoots you down a little and wraps his hand around your ankle as he looks into your eyes with a lust filled gaze. You hold his gaze as you slowly dip the tip of his cock between your legs, and he drops his head and shakes it as he squeezes his eyes shut before you finally allow him to slip between your legs.

The workbench is too high for him to be able to really move his hips, so he tucks his hands under your armpits and lifts you up, carrying you over to the couch effortlessly, which only turns you on even more. He lays you down on the couch and kisses you once, then he slides back between your legs.

“Oh, shit,” John lays down on you, resting on his elbows as he begins pounding his hips against yours, “Fuck, yes, fuck…”

Raking your fingers across John’s back, you whine loudly as he continues jerking his hips and causing your breasts to bounce from the force of his thrusts. You wrap one arm around John’s neck and reach down with your other hand to pull up your leg and allow John to move in deeper.

“Oh, my god,” you cling to John and throw your head back as he rotates his hips, “Yes!”

John lets out a satisfied chuckle, “Let me hear you scream for me again, peach.”

You whimper loudly and nod your head, all too eager to comply with him. He jerks his hips hard and knocks the breath out of you, and you tilt your head back and moan his name. You squeeze your eyes shut and gasp when you feel his fingers on your clit, rubbing circles.

“One more, baby,” he brushes his lips against your jawline.

“John,” you moan against his skin, digging your nails into his back. “Shit, you feel…so fucking…good.”

“I know, baby,” he nods, holding your gaze, “I was made for you.”

You cup his face and kiss him, taking his tongue into your mouth and sucking on it as he slowly rolls his hips to make you feel every inch of him. You let out a small moan as you look into his dark eyes, then you shiver when he rubs his beard against your collarbone.

“I want you to come for me, my girl…”

Grinding your hips against one another, you lay back on the couch and close your eyes as your body begins to tense up and prepare for your orgasm. Gripping the cushion tight in your hand, you throw your head back as you scream out John’s name, and you feel shivers throughout your entire body as you come, your body shaking underneath him and your toes curling.

“Yes, baby,” John whispers in the crook of your neck, “Come for me, baby.”

John jerks his hips several more times as he pants against your neck, and you gasp when he pushes himself deep inside of you as he finishes and groans loudly. He stays on top of you for a moment, pressing his lips to every inch of your chest and face. He finally sits up and uses his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“You were made for me?” you whisper quietly, and he smiles proudly as he leans down to kiss you. “That was hot, I won’t lie.”

You scoot over so John can lay with you, and he wraps his right arm over your waist and kisses your shoulder a few times before letting out a content sigh. Your eyes slowly drift shut as you listen to him breathing next to you, but they snap open when you feel his hand moving down between your legs. Slowly you open your legs to him and close your eyes again when he rubs circles on your clit.

“Again?”

John laughs as he looks up at you, “You wanna go again?”

You think it through for a few minutes, then you move to look at him, “Do you?”

“If you do…”

“Well, I do if you do…” you say, and he starts to laugh as he sits up to kiss you. You shift around on the couch a few times until you can see him again, but you groan in annoyance, “Rain check? Later tonight, maybe? Like, when I don’t have a stupid cushion in the way!”

John laughs as he nods his head, “Yeah. I mean, I can go down if you want…”

“You’re very eager…”

“When am I not?” he says, and you cock up your brow, “It’s your day.”

“I feel like you’re hiding something.”

John laughs, shaking his head, “I’m not.”

“You’re lying.” you say, and his cheeks turn red, “Tell me.”

“Fine,” he sits up and rests on his elbow to look at you, “I always try to see how many orgasms I can get out of you.”

You laugh, “What? Why?”

John smirks as he shrugs, “Why not?”

Your mouth drops open before you start to laugh. It’s hot. Fuck, it’s so hot that he openly admitted that.

“So,” you raise your brow, “How many have you gotten?”

“On record so far, five.”

You widen your eyes, “In one…session?”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “But I’m close to a sixth. I almost had you there one night, but the phone started ringing.”

“Wait, you mean with me?” you gesture to yourself.

John furrows his brow, “Of course you. Who else would I be talking about? What kind of question is that?”

“Well, I don’t know,” you shrug and look at him, and he shakes his head before leaning over to kiss you. You start to smile, “Wow. Five times, huh?”

“Pretty proud of myself,” he admits, and you start to laugh. He leans closer and brushes his lips against yours, “I am going to get my six in a row one of these days.”

You nod your head as a big smile spreads on your face, “Oh, I have no doubt about that.”

__

“I’m nervous,” John exhales, and you walk over to wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

“You’re going to do so well, babe. They’ll love you, and I’m here the whole time!” you walk around and look at him, fixing his tie a little. He decided to wear some nice slacks and a dark blue shirt with a tie that you bought for him for his big special day. He looks so handsome, and he looks like a teacher. It’s ridiculously sexy. “Mr. Wick, you’re going to do great!”

“We’ll see.” he laughs a little, then he leans down to kiss you before he continues setting up tables for his very first class at the shop.

John has been wanting to teach a bookbinding class for a while now, so the two of you went to the community college in Oyster Bay to talk to some teachers. One teacher sat down and talked with John for a bit, and they came up with a little agreement--students could sign up for John’s class from some extra credit. A few students signed up for it, so John is beyond nervous. He’ll do so well though!

You look over at John as he runs his hand over his beard and looks around the shop, and you smile when he looks at you. You give him a thumbs up and laugh when he exhales loudly.

He’s so nervous, but you know it’s all going to go well. And even though you’re not as good as bookbinding as John, you’re here for him if he needs support. You said you’d be more than okay with just spending the day out and about while he teaches his class, but he wanted you here. He said he felt much better with you here.

“Babe, it’ll be great!” you walk over to him and take his hands, “You know what you’re doing, you’re great with people--”

“I just feel nervous. I feel like I’m not going to know what to say. It’s easy here to talk to people and ask them about their day--it’s basic conversation--but I don’t know how to--”

You press your finger to his lips, “Jonathan, you’re gonna do great. You know how to do this stuff like the back of your hand. This is all second nature to you.”

John nods his head as he looks down and plays with your fingers, “And you’ll be here the whole time?”

“The whole time!” you lean up and kiss him, “I’ll be by your side the whole time, Wick. Ro is with Jimmy this afternoon, so I’m not going anywhere!”

The bell above the door chimes when a few people walk in, and you immediately recognize them as students by their awkward and timid body language. They look up at you and John, and you smile at John before you back away so he can introduce himself.

John walks over and shakes hands with them, exchanging names and making small talk, then he gestures for them to take whatever seat they want. You smile when John looks at you, then you give him a thumbs up and a wink before you back away and watch him with a huge smile on your face.

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To say you’re proud of John is an understatement. He did so well with his class today, and they all seem to really like him and enjoy the class. He made sure to really simplify things for them until he realized they’re a lot smarter than he thought. They caught on to everything so fast too. John is proud of them and of himself. Obviously this is something so out of his comfort zone, but he did it and he was so good at it. All of his students already said they’ll see him next week for the next class, and you know how happy that made him.

You look across the shop at John as he cleans up the desk and puts the utensils away, and you see him smile.

“I know you’re looking at me,” he says, and you laugh.

“Fine, then I won’t look at you,” you joke as you turn away from him.

Not five seconds later do you feel John’s arms wrapping around your waist. He turns your face to the right so he can kiss you, then he takes your hand and turns you back around so you’re facing him.

“Today went well.” he whispers, and you nod your head. “Did I do okay?”

You smile softly as you look into his eyes, “You were amazing. They loved you. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” John’s chin wobbles for a moment before he looks into your eyes. His vulnerability makes you want to cry.

“Yes!” you wrap your arms around his neck and beam at him, “I’m beyond proud of you, John. You did something so out of your comfort zone and you were really fucking good at it! I’m so proud! I got to sit here and watch you do something that you love and that you’re good at, and it was an amazing afternoon because of it.”

“You’re proud?” he asks softly, and you nod your head. “No one has ever said they’re proud of me before. Embarrassing to admit.”

That hurts your feelings to hear. You start to wonder if you’ve ever told John that you’re proud of him. Surely you have. You don’t feel bad for yourself, you feel absolutely terrible for John.

“That hurts my feelings.” you whisper to him, and he furrows his brow, “It hurts my feelings to think that no one has ever told you that they’re proud of you--that maybe I’ve never told you that I’m proud of you.”

John starts to laugh, “Of course you have! Baby, I didn’t mean you. You’ve told me many times that you’re proud of me.”

“I am so proud of you, John. You have no idea.” you hug him tight in your arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, “So fucking proud of everything you’ve done these past two and a half years.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, rubbing his hand down your back.

The two of you stand in each other’s arms for a few minutes until you hear the bell above the shop door. You let go of John and smile when you see your mom coming in with her hands full.

“Hi! How did your class go?” she asks, rushing over to hug John, “Look, I made you those cookies you love.”

“Wow,” John takes the box and smiles at her, “Thank you.”

Your mom squeezes his arm and smiles brightly at him, “How did it go, honey?”

She’s so proud of him too. Your mom absolutely adores John. Obviously she loves him because he’s good to you and Ronan, but she just really likes him as well. She still doesn’t know everything John has been through, but she knows enough to know that this life he has with you is one that is precious and important.

The fact that John is so openly accepted by your family is something that you know means a lot to him. At first he was always worried about what your mom and dad would think about him, but now he doesn’t worry as much because it’s obvious that they love him.

You stand back and watch as your mom beams at John and listens intently. The bell above the door rings again, and you look over to see your dad coming in, smiling wide and making a beeline towards John, no doubt he’s eager to hear about John’s first class too.

Tears fill your eyes as you watch John telling them all about today, and without even looking at you, John reaches over for your hand and pulls you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest, and your mom smiles.

“Yeah, it was really fun. I’m already looking forward to my next class. They’re all so eager to learn too, so I feel like I did a pretty good job.” John says, and you squeeze him tight.

“Oh, Jonathan, I’m so glad it went well. I knew it would! I never doubted it.” your mom gushes, and John chuckles softly.

“Proud of you, son.” Dan says, and you bury your face as you start to cry harder, “I see I’ve made her cry.”

John laughs and hugs you tighter, “She’s a sweetheart.”

“We’re all so proud of you!” you cup his face and look at him, “And we love you!”

“Thank you,” John nods, rubbing your back, “I really appreciate all the support. I’m a very lucky man.”

After talking for a few more minutes, your mom and dad head out--they only stopped by since they have dinner reservations. You and John finish up closing the shop, then you wait by the door for him while he does all his last checks before locking up for the night.

John smiles when he looks at you, then he gets his keys out and locks the shop for the night. You both get in the car and yawn, which makes the two of you laugh.

“So tired,” you whisper, and he nods his head and looks over at you, “Should we get our baby and go home and snuggle her?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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John knocks on the door and slowly opens it, putting his hand out when Sadie immediately rushes towards him. He ruffles her ears and opens the door more, looking back at you to make sure Sadie doesn’t jump. She’s a good dog, but she’s certainly not as tame and calm as Bleu. She’s amazing with the kids, but it’s like she’s always hyped up on sugar or something.

You hear giggles coming from downstairs, so you and John head down there to see Jimmy with a cowboy hat on and some pool noodles laying on the ground. Finn is whacking away at Jimmy with a pool noodle while Tess holds Ronan in her lap and laughs, and Ronan is giggling too.

John laughs, “Look at him just beating the shit out of Jimmy.”

“Wow, so this is a Friday night at the Hendricks’ house.” you say as you sit on the couch.

Jimmy sits up on his knees and laughs, “Hey.”

Finn is still hitting Jimmy with the pool noodle on the back, then he spins around and goes back to hitting him. He’s hitting Jimmy on the back but everyone--except Jimmy--sees it coming: Finn starts to hit Jimmy on the stomach, then boom! He whacks him right in the balls. Tess screams with laughter and Finn giggles proudly and looks at his mom.

“Oh, fu--” Jimmy looks at Finn, who is still grinning proudly, and grits his teeth, “Fudge!”

“Fudge!” Finn repeats and walks over to Tess after throwing the pool noodle on the ground.

Tess pulls Finn onto her lap and kisses the top of his head, “Sweetheart, we don’t hit people right there, remember? That hurt daddy.”

Jimmy clears his throat and sits back on his knees, “Babe, it’s okay.”

“This is the fifth time this week,” she says, and you look at John and laugh. “He needs to know he can’t keep hitting you there.”

“Well, I mean, yeah, I’d prefer it if he didn’t.”

Tess laughs, “We plan on having more kids, so, yeah, me too. This is not a nice place to hit people, okay, bubba? No more hitting there. Can you go say sorry to daddy?”

Finn crawls off of the couch and walks over to Jimmy, wrapping his arms around Jimmy’s neck. Jimmy lifts him up and hugs him tight, then he starts to laugh.

“Thank you, buddy.”

“Well,” you sit down on the couch and laugh when Ronan kicks her legs and reaches for you, “Hello, bug!”

Tess hands her over, “When I heard Jimmy had her, I got my errands done faster so I could spend time with her. When are you going to let me watch her?”

“What? We always do!”

“I know, but I want to take her and get a pretty dress for her.” she frowns, and you start to laugh. “I want to have an Aunt Tess and Ronan day.”

John pinches Ronan’s cheek, “Why don’t you keep her tonight?”

Everyone looks up at John, and he smiles at you. You playfully hit his stomach and look back over at Tess.

“What? Oh my god, please!” she clasps her hands together and begs, “Please, please, please! I can buy her a dress and take her pictures! Please!”

“You already gave me those great pictures for Mother’s day.”

Tess rolls her eyes, “You need more! She’s the most gorgeous baby! Please!”

You look over at John and shrug a little, “What are we going to do?”

John holds your gaze and starts to laugh when Jimmy and Tess do, “I think we can…figure something out.”

“Oh,” you smile at him, then you look back at Tess, “Yeah, you can keep her overnight, but I’ll be back in the morning to get her.”

Tess snatches Ronan from your arms and hugs her tight, “Did you hear that? You get to stay here with Aunt Tess and Uncle Jimmy, and we’re going to snuggle you all night!”

Jimmy crawls over and playfully chomps on Ronan’s foot. You look over at John as he watches with a smile on his face, then he looks at you and winks. Jimmy takes Ronan’s hand and kisses it, and you feel your heart squeeze in your chest. They both love Ronan so much, so you know she’s in good hands here. She’s obviously stayed over plenty of times before and she loves it, so she’ll be fine.

“Well,” you look over at John, “I’ll have to pack her a bag.”

“No, you don’t. I have stuff here for her.” Tess says, and you laugh as you look over at her, “She’s fine. Go spend the rest of the night together.”

John puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes as he moves around the couch so he can hold Ronan and say goodbye to her. He kisses her cheek and hugs her tight, then he hands her over to you. You say goodbye to her and give her a big kiss before you hand her back to Tess.

“Okay,” Tess smirks as she looks at you, “Go have fun, you two.”

You and John both look at one another and practically trip as you run up the stairs with your bedroom in mind. You hold tight to John’s hand as you both hurry across the street to your house. He opens the door and pulls you back to him, kissing you hard on the lips before he lifts you up.

You cup his face and smirk at him, “You still got those glasses?”

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Should I write a crack fic based on the “Behind the Scenes” bits I include for the drabbles and how I imagine it’s a world where the main Sleuth Jesters cast are all actors and none of them are dating each other but their coworkers definitely secretly ship them and they insist they’re just friends but they start hanging out with each other a lot more and sleep over at each other’s apartments a lot and share some really tense, heated moments that almost lead to them doing something about it but never quite reach that point and it’s all building up to a boiling point—

Or no?