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#already love this colour scheme. kiss kiss
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it will actually take a billion years to figure out the breeding for this fella, but starting early didn't hurt anyone eh? here's vetula :D
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cillmequick · 3 months
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Technically this should have been stored away as a future part of my Oppenheimer series but I just couldn’t resist writing it now, so here we are. Some silly, fluffy, smutty goodness for you in homage to our fav lil guy and his make-up malfunction at the Globes on Sunday 🤭
If you’re new to this couple, there’s loads more in the links at the end. All you need to know is that this exists in an AU where Cillian is remarried and has two sons - Eoin and Finn (slightly younger than irl) - with his ex, Aoife.
Written with nothing but love and respect for him and the real Murphy family.
Summary: It’s the beginning of awards season and Cillian, Mrs M and Finn attend the Golden Globes. Cillian is all for Mrs M’s favoured lip colour ending up on him, but it makes an appearance that he didn’t quite anticipate.
Warnings: 🔞 Smut (eventually!). Mostly just super silly. Bad language. Oh, and apologies to all innocent bystander celebs that get dragged into this 😂
Word count: 5441 LOCKDOWN M’LIST
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Lipstick
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He turned from fidgeting with his jacket in the full-length mirror as she knocked lightly on the doorframe.
“Nearly time to go,” she smiled.
He nodded, fixing his cuffs for the thousandth time. The quiet click of the door made him look up to see her picking her way gingerly across the room in her heels. She looked incredible - an elegantly understated long black gown, clinging in all the right places, with just enough sparkle to catch eyes. Her usually wild hair tamed into softer flowing waves, cascading over her shoulders and down her back.
“Are you ready?” she asked softly, reaching him and cupping his face in her hands. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips and he tried to give her a confident nod.
Judging by her expression it wasn’t quite as confident as he’d hoped, and he slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him instead. In her heels she was almost the same height as him, cheek to cheek.
Her fingertips stroked gently through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck. “No matter what happens tonight, I’m so proud of you,” she murmured, squeezing him a little tighter.
“All this stuff…it doesn’t really matter…” he started but she pulled back to look at him, fingers holding his chin.
“Yes it fucking does. Well no, look, I mean, it doesn’t - not in the great scheme of life and your worth and all that important stuff. But don’t belittle what it represents. You deserve this, baby. You deserve to be up there. You earned it.” She cupped his face again as his eyes dropped low, embarrassment colouring his freckled cheeks.
“I’m just so proud that everyone else is finally paying attention to how good you are,” she said, ducking a little to catch his eye and make him look at her.
He blew out a long breath and nodded, giving her a nervous, half-smile.
“You look fucking phenomenal,” he deflected, standing back slightly to admire her, hands finding hers as he held her arms out wide.
“You like?” The twinkle in her eye sent a spark straight to his cock. Pulling her back, he leant in to kiss her.
“I like very much,” he mumbled thickly as he searched for her lips.
“Careful, you’ll get red on,” she giggled, pecking him delicately and quickly smoothing away the tiny mark of transference from her deep red lipstick.
“Did you have to wear that colour?” he asked, mind already halfway into pushing her against the wall.
“I didn’t choose it - Cassie did,” she said quickly, and he raised his eyebrows. “What? You don’t like it?” She grinned widely, already able to feel the argument to the contrary against her hip.
“You know I can’t be trusted when you wear that,” he chuckled darkly, large hand catching the back of her neck, kissing along the column of her throat as she giggled.
“Well,” she giggled, “you’ll just have to learn the art of self-control.”
He shook his head, kissing lightly up her jaw. “What’d’ya say - you, me and the disabled loos during the boring awards?”
She laughed, gasping as he sucked gently on the spot below her ear that he knew sent her feral.
“I think they might notice if you disappear.”
“Nah,” he chuckled, dragging his teeth across her skin. “No one’ll be looking for me.”
Pushing him gently by the shoulders, the velvet of his jacket soft against her palms, she looked at him, arching one perfectly shaped eyebrow.
“Yes, of course, how silly of me. You’re of absolutely no interest to anyone at all tonight.”
His hands slid down her back, fingertips trailing along her bare skin until they came to rest on her waist, kneading her gently through the thin material.
“You know I love it when you leave those little marks behind.” He bit his lip to keep from laughing at her obvious battle between good and downright devilish.
“Tell you what, if you win, I promise I’ll find a way to…” She ran a palm over his velvety crotch, making his eyes slip closed for a moment. “..give you a special treat.”
When they opened again his pupils were dark and wide, sending a flutter through her.
“Deal.”
A knock at the door brought them crashing back to earth. Without waiting for an answer it opened.
“Dad, Sarah says the car’s ready,” said Finn, looking so grown up in his smart suit and shirt, flicking his longish, ash-blonde hair out of his eyes.
At almost fifteen, he was having the absolute time of his life on this trip - not just because he was getting to forego school in favour of going to events and parties with a whole host of celebrities, but mostly because his big brother was back home, unable to come along because he was doing his mocks for his Leaving Cert. A fact he - Finn - absolutely wasn’t lording over Eoin at every available opportunity. Definitely not. Not even when he’d sent him selfies with Margot Robbie and Billie Eilish from the Palm Springs awards ceremony.
“Ready?” Y/N smiled, and Cillian swallowed, the buzzing nerves starting up again in his stomach, helpfully killing his semi.
Forgetting herself she leaned in and kissed him quickly, gasping as she pulled back.
“Shit. Finn! Grab me a tissue will you?” she called, carefully dabbing at his lips with her thumb.
Cassie, the make-up artist who was helping her with her styling, stuck her head round the door. “Lipstick crisis?” she asked, all too familiar with last minute squawks of concern. Taking control she had them both looking presentable again in a matter of minutes.
“Right you gorgeous pair,” grinned Gareth, Cillian’s hair stylist, giving Y/N a final spritz of hairspray, “it’s time to go to the ball!”
*****
“I see they had the foresight to separate you two,” chuckled Robert as Emily pouted at the seating arrangements on their table, putting her about as far away from Y/N as possible.
“Our reputation precedes us,” giggled Y/N, winking at her friend as she made sure Finn found his seat next to her.
“Miserable spoilsports,” grumbled Emily, sitting down beside John. “We’re charming.”
“That’s the problem,” agreed Cillian, slipping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, thumb brushing lightly across her neck. “Far too charming to be left unsupervised.”
“Oh really, are you never going to get over that? We had no idea it would attract such a lot of attention,” Emily shot back, nodding her thanks to the waiter who was filling glasses of champagne. “We were but blameless bystanders. We were only doing some harmless antiquing.”
Y/N snorted into her glass, bubbles tickling her nose and Cillian patted her back gently.
“Careful, don’t cop it before the ceremony. Tonight’s supposed to be about me,” he grinned cheekily as she patted her lips dry.
“It was all Matt’s fault really,” Emily continued, picking apart a bread roll between beautifully manicured fingertips.
“Yes,” agreed Y/N, nodding vigorously, “Entirely Matt’s fault.”
“Exactly, I mean if he hadn’t—”
“Anyway! Is it crass to want to have a look in your goodie bag before the ceremony or does that make me look like a competition winner? I can never remember..” Y/N interrupted, quite keen that the tales of her exploits with Emily not be discussed much further in the vicinity of the flapping ears of her youngest step-son.
But she needn’t have worried because he’d just discovered that the actual Taylor Swift was sitting behind them and whatever boring nonsense Y/N and Emily were going on about was much further down his list of priorities.
“Can I ask Taylor for a picture?” he asked his dad. Eoin was going to be livid - it was great!
“Only if you ask nicely.”
Finn shuffled a little, reddening. “Will you come with me?”
With a sigh, Cillian withdrew his arm from Y/N’s shoulders and pushed himself to his feet. “C’mon then.”
Before they could move Finn leaned in quickly. “Just… be cool, yeah?”
Y/N had to hide her laughter behind her hand as Cillian pulled a face of martyrdom.
“I’ll do my best.”
*****
The ceremony began and crept slowly through the categories, the host doing an… interesting job. Some of the jokes made Y/N’s toes curl.
“This is really boring,” whispered Finn to her, squirming in his seat, scrolling instagram under the table.
“I’ll remind you of that when you’re making a fuss about it all with Eoin when we get home,” she grinned, sipping her champagne, doing her best not to have too much before her husband’s potentially big moment.
A few more categories and the table erupted in joy as Chris was announced as the winner for Best Director. His reference to Heath Ledger in his speech was so heartfelt, it made her eyes well up. It was also incredibly surreal to think about how she’d gone to see The Dark Knight at the cinema years before Cillian walked back into her life, and now here she was, celebrating Christopher Nolan’s first Golden Globe win, on first name terms with him and sitting a handful of seats away from his lovely wife, Emma. She slipped her arms over Cillian’s shoulders and pressed a kiss into his hair as Chris wrapped up on stage.
And then in a blink, it was his turn.
As Michelle Yeoh and Naomi Watts took to the stage to present the award for his category, Y/N eased her hand between his tensely clasped ones, linking her fingers with his and squeezing.
“I love you,” she murmured, and he smiled as the voiceover began running through the nominees, a camera trained on each of the men in the category. Across the table, Chris had hurried back from getting his own award to be there, and was giving him one of those calmly reassuring looks he was so familiar with from filming.
“And the Golden Globe goes to…”
No matter how much he’d told himself that shit like this didn’t matter, his heart was pounding in his ears and his stomach was doing acrobatic somersaults, with a whole army of butterflies dancing in clogs in his chest.
He almost didn’t hear Naomi say his name, but then suddenly everyone at the table - and wider room - was whooping and cheering. Like an out of body experience he felt himself stand up, Y/N pulling him into a hug, pressing a kiss to his face but in the excitement she caught his nose more than his cheek. He heard her shriek a laugh and try to wipe something off him, and he realised that she’d accidentally covered him in that sinful lipstick of hers.
“Shit! Sorry, sorry!” she giggled, finally letting him go and make his way up to the stage.
The trophy was cool and heavy in his clammy hands, the sea of expectant smiling faces turned towards him, the lights a little blinding.
“Oh boy…” he began, clearing his throat. “First question - do I have lipstick all over my nose?” The crowd laughed and some shouted that he had, and for half a second he considered trying to fix it. “Oh I’m just going to leave it,” he laughed and the room laughed with him.
Now for the bit he’d practised in his head, even whilst the little voice had told him he was an idiot for even imagining he might win.
It’s just like being in the theatre, he told himself, smiling out, feeling light-headed.
He spoke. He was pretty sure words came out and they were mostly eloquent. He made the joke about the lack of chairs for actors on Chris Nolan sets and to his relief people laughed. He thanked Chris and Emma and tried to remember who he was supposed to thank, looking out into the crowd for faces to jog his memory but even then he was sure he missed important mentions.
The other nominees! Shit, can’t forget about those.
Was he talking too long? He should wrap this up. He didn’t want to get played off.
“To my family,” he said finally, looking at Y/N and Finn in the crowd, seeing her wiping her eyes, a bubble of emotion popping in his chest. “I’m the luckiest man, love ya.” He held the award aloft. “Thanks so much guys.”
*****
The next ten minutes was a blur of flashing cameras and people wanting to hug him. He bumped into Emma Stone and they had a lovely little moment of mutual congratulation before yet another bank of photographers wanted to take their photo.
All he wanted to do was get back to his family.
Finally there was an ad break and he was released back into the auditorium, helping Emma down the steps in her heels, and weaving his way back to his table. Everyone wanted to hug him there too and he saw Y/N and Finn holding back, letting the others have their turn congratulating him first.
“We did it,” he smiled at Chris, giving him a tight hug.
“You did it,” he smiled, patting him on the back.
“Give the man some space and let him hug his family,” urged Downey, waving others away so he could get at where he had been sitting before.
“That was amazing, dad!” beamed Finn, launching himself into a hug, all pretence of coolness forgotten. He ruffled a hand over his son’s light hair - harder these days now he was almost the same height as him. Y/N met his eye over Finn’s shoulder and as the boy finally let go, he reached for her.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” she mumbled tearily, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You deserve this so fucking much.”
“Language, Y/N,” Finn joked beside her and Cillian felt her giggling in his arms as she sniffed herself back under control.
Pulling back, he cupped her face, smoothing away her tears and kissed her slowly, not caring that the table were watching or that there might be a tv camera lurking nearby.
Coming up for air, she snuffled a chuckle, thumbing away the stain of her lipstick - someone backstage seemed to have fixed the worst of her previous damage.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think,” she apologised, feeling her face heat up.
“It was a good ice breaker for the speech,” he laughed. “Y’know,” he said, smirking as she hid her face behind her hands, groaning in embarrassment, “when I mentioned you getting that lipstick somewhere on me earlier, that wasn’t quite what I had in mind…”
She looked up, seeing him grinning naughtily at her and swatted his chest.
“Behave you, there are children present.” To his left she could see Robert laughing into his drink. “And Downey is of a very delicate disposition.”
“That’s right, I am. Put her down immediately.”
Cillian grinned but ignored his plea, pulling her back into his body, hugging her tightly.
“I love you,” he murmured into her ear, low enough that only she could hear, and felt her arms squeeze his middle a little more. “But a deal’s a deal, Y/L/N, and I believe you owe me a special treat.”
*****
“C’mon,” she hissed, pulling him by the hand along the corridor towards the empty storage room she’d scouted earlier, hoping Timotheé Chalamet and whichever Kardashian he was dating hadn’t snaffled it first. There had been a lot of PDA going on at their table.
“Y/N, I was kidding, we can’t leave Finn there on his own,” Cillian argued but not really resisting her.
“He’ll be fine, I asked Downey to keep an eye on him.”
He pulled her to a stop, those eyes of hers wide and bright with mischief.
“With Downey?? No. We need to go back right now.”
“Emily’s there too, it’ll be fine. How much trouble can he possibly get into?”
He gave her a look. “With Em? The sky’s the fucking limit. She loves getting Murphys into trouble.”
She ducked his stare, cheeks warming. “She’s not going to let a fourteen year-old get into trouble.”
He gently pushed her against the wall, thumbs drawing circles on her hips.
“I’m not sure I want to find out how much ‘not trouble’ she can get our son into, tonight of all nights. Let’s go back to the party, stay another hour and then use him as an excuse to have to go back to the hotel early.”
She pouted, dark lips drawing him in.
“Fine. But you’re the one who wanted a treat.”
“Some treats are worth waiting for. In the safety of your own hotel room. When your kid isn’t getting up to no good with bad influences.” He grinned, bumping her nose with his. “Or am I not the only one in need?”
She rolled her hips against his, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. His whole look that evening was fucking killing her.
“You are a very fucking naughty girl, Y/N Murphy,” he chuckled, catching her mouth with his.
“You’ll get red on,” she mumbled, fingers weaving into his hair.
“Nothing new there,” he replied, deepening the kiss.
A clearing of a throat behind them, made them jump apart, Cillian wiping his mouth quickly on his palm.
“Sorry to interrupt but Chris was looking for you,” smiled Emma Thomas behind them.
Cillian cleared his throat, mortified, whilst Y/N did her best not to give into her mirth at his face rapidly turning beetroot.
“Yep, sure no problem, be there in a minute.”
Emma disappeared and they both dissolved into childish giggles.
“Cock-blocking Nolan, strikes again,” she laughed, straightening his collar and removing the final pink tinge from his upper lip.
*****
‘Just another hour’ was hugely optimistic on such a momentous night. He lost Y/N not long after their return, Florence and Emily dragging her off to the dance floor with Margot Robbie and Greta Gerwig.
Oh fuck! He forgot to thank fucking Florence in his speech! Shit!
The girls were also trying to entice Finn to join them but he was having absolutely none of it and was rescued by Barry Keoghan who’d known Finn since he was small(er). Though whether that was such a good thing or not, Cillian wasn’t sure.
One hour turned into three and in the early hours of the morning he finally managed to relocate his wife (at the bar, being enthusiastically convinced into doing shots by Emma Stone).
“Hey you,” Y/N grinned, hugging him, a line of tiny glasses being set up on the bar.
“Hello again! Do you want one?” Emma asked, smiling widely at him.
“Ah.. no, I’m grand,” he demurred, arms sliding around Y/N’s waist. “I think we need to get the child to bed before Barry buys him any more beers and gets us all arrested.”
She followed his gaze. “Oh fuck. Are we bad parents?”
“Undoubtedly.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Bed?”
“Bed,” she agreed. “Sorry Emma - next time?”
Emma waved them off with a brief hug and they weaved through the still thronging crowd back to their group, Cillian detaching briefly to fetch Finn.
“But daaad…” he was still arguing when they rejoined Y/N saying he goodnight to those who were left.
“It’s one thirty in the fucking morning, Finn,” Cillian argued to much chuntering from his son. “It’s time for fucking bed.”
“Amen to that,” she mumbled cheekily into his ear.
It still took another fifteen minutes to say all their goodbyes and actually leave, and a spot of careful management to do so without the paparazzi snapping them. But finally, they were back in the hotel, Finn packed off to bed with a phone full of photos to send his brother wild with jealousy.
Cillian was dreading the drama that was to come when they got back and Finn was rubbing Eoin’s nose in it. The shouting and slamming of doors when his eldest was told he had to stay behind, had echoed through most of the Christmas break.
“Well Mr Murphy,” she purred as he shut and locked the door of their room, carefully chosen to be far enough away from Finn’s so noise wouldn’t be an issue. “Or should I say,” she ran her hands up the soft velvet of his lapels, “Golden Globe winner, Cillian Murphy.”
He chuckled softly, colouring at the words. That was going to take some getting used to.
“How do you want me?” she murmured, lips grazing his.
At some point she must have topped up her lipstick, the dark colour fresh and deep and devilish.
Instead of answering he, ran his lips down her column of her throat, fingers fumbling with the fastening of her dress.
“Careful, I have to give it back tomorrow,” she giggled, gasping as he sucked lightly on her skin.
“Spin,” he ordered quietly, enjoying the way it made her pupils dilate as she complied, brushing her hair out of the way. He traced his lips over her neck, a soft moan escaping her as he figured out the clasp and slowly eased the zip down her body, groaning as he discovered her lack of bra, just a tiny black lace thong underneath.
“Cill,” she breathed, turning in his arms again, bare feet in a pool of black sequins, pushing his jacket from his shoulders and quickly working his buttons open. “Best not get lipstick on your collar,” she giggled, a little tipsy from the party.
The heavy white material fell to join his jacket on the floor, arms wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her skin to skin, her breasts pressed against his chest. Lips, teeth and tongues battled as they fell on each other hungrily. He could feel her popping his fly and he shifted to run his tongue over one stiff peak of her breasts, a low rumbling groan in his chest as her small hand wrapped around his cock.
Pulling back from him, she sank to her knees in the middle of the room, pulling his trousers and underwear to mid-thigh as his thick cock bobbed in front of her face.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” she murmured, swiping her tongue over the tip, collecting the little pearls of precum waiting for her there, his salty tang coating her tongue. His hands slipped into her hair, gathering her locks into a makeshift ponytail so he could see what she was doing as she licked a stripe along the full length of the underside of his cock, pressing against the thick vein there, making his breath come in short gasps.
Dark red lips curved into a smirk as she teased little kitten licks over his sensitive shaft, and she looked up through her lashes.
“Y/N,” he panted, the hand in her hair flexing with the effort of not guiding her mouth where he needed it.
Without further ado, she took him between her parted lips, sucking lightly on the head, earning herself a deep groan as she swallowed him down deeper.
“Jesus fuck,” he mumbled, fingers tightening in her hair as she began to bob along his length, tongue flicking and teasing as she went, never settling on one steady rhythm, keeping him off-balance. He gasped as she suddenly took him deeper, gagging slightly as she let him push into her throat, water filling her lashline.
“Fuck, baby, yes yes yes…just like that, such a good girl for me,��� he babbled, holding her in place, red lips pressed against his pubic bone, salvia beginning to dribble from the corners of her stretched mouth.
Her fingers pinched his thigh and he immediately released her, letting her pull back, gasping and spluttering for air. As she pumped his slick shaft lightly, he ran his thumb over her shining, swollen lips, smudging her lipstick further. Looking down he was already covered in tiny red marks and it made his cock twitch in her hand.
Smirking, she took him down again, hands braced on his firm thighs as she let him use her face. Claim his prize. The treat he had been denied all evening.
But to her surprise, he stopped, withdrawing from her lips with effort, palming himself.
“What’s the matter?”
He shook his head, too far gone for words, reaching down to help her to her feet. His mouth was on hers the moment she was vertical, walking her quickly backwards to the bed, lifting her easily to drop her in the middle of the mattress, kicking off the rest of his clothes.
“You don’t have to… tonight’s your night..” she tried but he was tugging her underwear from her body, dragging his tongue through her slick folds and her words were lost in a moan of need.
He lapped against her swollen clit, sucking lightly, her back arching from the bed until he laid a heavy forearm across her hips to keep her still.
“Cilll… fuck… I..” she whimpered as he devoured her. His fingers pressed teasingly against her tight entrance and she was practically begging him as he pushed into her achingly slowly. She cried out as he dragged his fingertips across the spot that made her see stars, with a practised ease.
Slowly he fucked her with his hand, matching his movements with his tongue, but never giving her quite enough to chase her high all the way to its peak. She was gabbling, begging him, desperate pleas in panting breath, mixed with prayers and curses falling from her red-stained lips.
She was close, so fucking close, when he withdrew his fingers, making her wail in disappointment.
“Want to feel you,” he mumbled as he covered her body with his own, lips still damp with her arousal finding hers. She could taste herself on his tongue as he hooked one of her legs to his hip and eased into her tight little cunt with one slow thrust, groaning into each other’s mouth.
She gripped her hands around the back of his neck, holding his forehead against hers, falling into his eyes as he gave her long, deep strokes.
“I love you,” she gasped out, a moan escaping with it as a slight shift of his hips had her seeing stars, sparks prickling under her skin as every movement sent pleasure chasing through her body. “Mmmmm…fuck! Cill…” she whined. “Just there, just there, don’t stop.”
He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to, the tight, warm, sweet confines of her cunt gripping him, pulling him in. She was losing control and he could see it - feel it. Walls clenching and fluttering around his cock whilst her eyes flickered closed, even when she desperately tried to keep them open. Mouth open with tiny whimpering cries and gasps, manicured nails scrabbling at his shoulders so hard he was sure he was going to have marks in the morning.
“I love you, too,” he whispered breathlessly. “Let go, I’ve got you.”
Her climax tore through her almost on his command, the coil inside her springing out of her control, flooding her with shooting bolts of bright, shining pleasure, lights bursting behind her eyelids. A silent scream on her lips.
The exquisite press of her velvety walls around him was more than he could withstand and he tumbled over the precipice with her, filling her with all he had.
Clinging to each other, they lay there, rapid panting breath and frantic heartbeats slowly returning to normal. With his face buried in the crook of her neck he was surrounded by her familiar, comforting, soft floral scent, her hair tickling his nose. He felt her pressing kisses to his temple, fingers tenderly stroking over the nape of his neck.
Slowly he uncurled, sliding out of her and collapsed on the bed beside her.
“Well, I think that was an award winning performance,” she chuckled, turning to tuck in against his side.
“Yours certainly was,” he laughed back, fingers playing with her hair, coaxing her lips to find his in a soft kiss.
“I’ll make sure I put that on my CV,” she grinned, pecking his lips once more before readying herself to do the awkward scuttle off the bed to go and clean up.
“Wait.” He pulled her back, cupping her face gently. “I meant what I said up there, y’know? I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She smiled at him softly, running a fingertip over the snub of his nose and down to his lips.
“Well of course you are.” A cheeky grin spread across her face as he rolled his eyes and she caught his face to make him look at her, smile softening.
“But so am I.”
*****
The shots had been a bad idea. She’d had two before he showed up. Note to future self, Y/N thought groggily as she dragged herself into the shower, Emma Stone cannot be trusted.
Having washed the night out of her hair she felt better, pottering around, eating a croissant whilst packing her stuff.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to leave these here for you?” she asked, holding the two awards in her hands, frowning at the Palm Springs one. She’d read on the internet someone saying it looked like a cucumber covered in curly fries and now it was all she could see. Very much something for him to keep in his own office.
“Nah, I don’t need to be lugging them around.”
She stashed the uglier trophy, wrapped in one of her tops, in her luggage and held the Golden Globe between her hands. It weighed a tonne.
“Are you sure? Because you know I’m just going to have fun with this one on the way home if you leave it with me?” She grinned, cradling it lovingly in the crook of her arm.
“Fun how..?”
“Oh you know, just how I imagine you would be on your victorious journey home. Have it out for all to see.” She paused, biting her lip against a giggle as she held it up, talking to an imaginary passenger. “Why yes, you’re so kind, thank you, you’re right, my performance truly was iconic.”
“And that’s something you think I’d say?” he laughed, crossing the room to join her, hands on her hips.
“Big time. Word for word.” Her beaming, cheeky grin made him shake his head and he pulled her by the loops of her jeans, lips finding hers. She let the award drop into the top of her case with a gentle thud.
“I’m gonna miss you,” he mumbled against her mouth, hands coming to tangle in her hair, still slightly damp underneath.
“M’gonna miss you too,” she whispered, kissing him again, arms wrapped tightly around his body. “But it’s not long.” He could see in her eyes that she was trying to be brave, a brightness glinting in her waterline.
“Nope, not long,” he agreed quietly, thumb stroking her cheek. “Home before you know it.”
“Yep,” she nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. He kissed her again, deeply and leisurely, parting her lips, tongue exploring her mouth softly, eliciting a quiet moan in her throat.
“Y/N?” called Finn, not bothering to knock as he wandered in. “The car’s here… urgh, can you not?” he groaned in adolescent disgust.
“You’re the one who doesn’t knock,” scolded his dad, pecking Y/N’s lips once more, releasing her to let her finish gathering her things.
“Yeah.. well.. it’s disgusting.”
Cillian rolled his eyes and changed the subject, giving his son a hug.
“Look, can you maybe not rub your brother’s nose in all this too much when you get home?”
Finn’s blue eyes lit up with glee, pulling a cheeky grin that Cillian was sure belonged to neither he nor Aoife, the boys’ mother, and was purely a consequence of growing up with Y/N. The resemblance was uncanny.
“No promises!” he grinned, hugging his dad again quickly and pulling away, already scrolling through his phone again.
Behind him, Y/N groaned. “I’m so looking forward to mediating that when I get home.” He chuckled, letting her cuddle back into his arms. “Can I stay here?”
“I wish.” He kissed the top of her head, breathing in the smell of her shampoo and her floral perfume. “I love you,” he mumbled.
She pulled back, small hand resting on his cheek, thumb tracing the line of his ridiculously sharp cheekbone. “I love you too. And we’ll see you very soon.”
He dipped to catch her lips as Finn called for her to hurry up.
“Back before you know it,” he murmured, letting her go and reaching to carry her luggage down to the waiting car.
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Hope you enjoyed the silliness! Fun fact, I had the idea for her wearing the lipstick that makes him feral (it’s canon, read the series!) BEFORE the real life lipstick moment, so this just made it all the funnier and more interesting. Thanks Yvonne for being a real one - I too would have sent him up on stage covered in kisses 🤭
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wileys-russo · 5 months
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Could you maybe write something about Leah and r being engaged and Leah can’t help but mention it to literally everyone and keeps calling r ‘Mrs Williamson' x
mrs williamson II l.williamson
hearing your alarm blare on your phone beside you made you groan, forgetting you'd set it to repeat everyday despite it being a weekend. clicking it off you blinked, your body now unfortunately wide awake much earlier than you planned to be.
you heard leah shift beside you, exhaling heavily clearly also having been awoken by your alarm but refusing to accept so. "good morning baby." you murmured, shuffling closer and placing a few soft kisses on the back of her shoulder blades.
"what time is it?" leah breathed out tiredly, face still smooshed into her pillow as she stretched with a gentle groan. "nine." you mumbled into her neck, peppering her skin with butterfly kisses. "too early!" leah moaned, hardly appreciating this was how her day off had started.
"m'sorry i forgot about the alarm my love." you apologized softly, moving to straddle the back of her thighs, your fiance whining as the duvet was pushed further down the bed.
"we could go and get a coffee? get breakfast? go see your grandma or your mum?" you suggested, now you were wide awake you were determined not to waste the rare day off you both shared.
"or we could stay in bed? cuddle? sleep?" leah rebuked, voice muffled by the pillow as you shoved her lightly. "you're already awake!" you laughed quietly, laying down on top of her and squeezing her cheeks as her head rolled to the side and one eye cracked open tiredly.
"and whose fault is that?" "mm apple? for not just knowing i never want alarms on of a weekend." "nice save babe." "seems like you should just accept it and get up baby."
"leah!" you laughed as the taller girl suddenly rolled onto her back, sending your body crashing back down onto the mattress as she was quick to straddle your hips.
"in that case-" she grinned down at you, eyes still a little puffy with sleep as you smiled at her slightly flushed cheeks. "good morning mrs williamson!" leah sang out, ducking down and kissing all over your face.
once she was done with that she grabbed your hand, kissing all over the back of your palm as she stared adoringly at the utter rock on your finger. "not quite mrs williamson yet my love." you teased, her excitement at your recent engagement nothing but infectious.
"excuse me mrs williamson, none of that negative energy here please." leah tutted, face breaking back out into a grin as you tugged on her hoodie, pulling her down into a proper kiss.
"shall we go and get started on our day then, mrs williamson?" "i wholeheartedly agree that we should do just that mrs williamson." "coffee mrs williamson?" "only if its accompanied with a full english mrs williamson." "god you know just the way to my heart mrs williamson."
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"mrs and mrs williamson have arrived!" leah sang out as she let herself into her mums place, fingers interlocked with yours as you shook your head with a smile. "hello lovebirds." amanda chuckled, greeting the pair of you with a warm hug.
"still on a high from the engagement then?" the older woman laughed, leah disappearing to the kitchen to make you all a cup of tea, bella racing eagerly after her at her call.
"i don't know if she understands i'm not legally mrs williamson until we actually get married." you teased making amanda smile. "wedding planning going well then?" she asked with a cocked eyebrow as now you laughed.
"please! she can hardly decide what takeaway she wants on her cheat days let alone what type of flowers we want, what colour scheme for the invitations, and don't even get me started on the guest list-" you sighed with a shake of your head.
"if leah had her way we'd be married by ourselves tomorrow at the court house and she'd just be in her arsenal shorts and a baggy old hoodie." you grinned, leah returning with two brews for yourself and amanda, kissing your cheek as she placed one down in front of you.
"you make me sound so unromantic darling." "am i wrong?" "no i can actually book us in for one in the afternoon tomorrow mrs williamson, i'll wear my very finest hoodie?" "in your dreams, mrs williamson."
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"well well well, if it isn't mrs williamson!" katie teased as you leant against the barrier, awaiting leah to come and say hi once she'd finished her post game lap and clap.
"the one and only!" you flashed your ring, the irishwoman grabbing your hand with a whistle. "you know you could just pawn this fuckin rock and run away, one last chance at freedom before you're stuck with her forever." katie grinned, letting out a yell as leah snuck up behind her and smacked the back of her head.
"mrs williamson would never, she loves me far too much mccabe." leah grinned, helping you over the barrier and hugging you tightly from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. "has my name just permanently changed to mrs williamson now?" you smiled, craning your head back to look up at your fiance.
"yes, forever and ever my love."
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byeuijoo · 3 months
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winter things 𐀔 &team
genre : mostly fluff ⋆ warnings : none ⋆ word count : 0,9k
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k ⭒ dance around the living room to christmas songs
while soft music played on the stereo system, the room's subdued lighting added to the festive ambience. the room's subdued lighting added to the festive atmosphere after the hot dinner you'd just enjoyed — yudai looked at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes. and suddenly, he rose from his chair, approaching you and holding out one of his hands. « do you wanna dance? » he asked you sweetly. and offering him the prettiest of your smiles, you grabbed his hand as you stood up, before he pulled you into his arms, making you dance slowly to the music, stealing a subtle kiss or two now and then.
fuma ⭒ decorate a christmas tree together
even if december had just begun, you'd already pulled out all the boxes of christmas decorations to put up around the house. and unsurprisingly, fuma was more than determined to help you set everything up with a playlist full of christmas songs playing in the background. after decorating the walls, the windows and the fireplace, the two of you set to work on the christmas tree, which would be the centerpiece of the decorating scheme. rummaging around for baubles and tinsel, he found nothing better than to wrap one of them around you — whispering to you that it was you he wanted to find under the tree on christmas morning.
nicholas ⭒ drive around the city to see the christmas lights
one winter's night, when tb programs couldn't take away your boredom, nicholas had the brilliant idea of taking you for a drive. he saw the way your face lit up when he talked about taking you to see the christmas decorations on the city streets — nothing had warmed his heart more than the smile on your face that night. driving slowly, glancing at you from time to time, he watches you stick your head out the car window to get a perfect view of all the city lights. and he can swear that seeing all the lights reflected in your eyes is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
euijoo ⭒ get caught in the first snow of the season
it's a quiet evening, when night falls softly on the city, and the winter wind tingling on your fingers that are clinging to euijoo's arms. you're both busy talking about anything and everything, your eyes shining under the streetlights when suddenly a snowflake enters your field of vision. stopping in your tracks, you look up at the sky to watch the snow fall from the stars — the first snowfall of the year makes your rendezvous even more magical than it already was. especially when you see a snowflake gently settle on ej's chestnut hair.
yuma ⭒ holiday shopping dates
he didn't want to go — but who is he to resist your puppy dog eyes? so, of course, yuma finally gave in and followed you in your holiday shopping. and against all expectations, he kinda enjoyed strolling through the mall's aisles, especially when he saw your cheerful face and radiant smile. the boy is so in love with you.. he even ends up carrying all your shopping bags, suggesting you buy this or that for this or that person — he's more invested in christmas presents than you are.
jo ⭒ watch a christmas movie
you can see the snow falling through your living room window, while the colourful lamps give the room a cosy, festive atmosphere. jo finally joins you on the sofa, slipping silently under the plaids to snuggle up to you — with a tray full of snacks and two scorching hot chocolates, you're ready to watch your first christmas movie of the year. and even if he doesn't really find them exceptional, he loves watching them with you and look at your star-filled eyes like a child facing his christmas presents.
harua ⭒ baking sugar cookies together
you know very well that the kitchen will end up in a pitiful state, that the flour will probably end up on the floor and that a pile of dishes will accumulate in the sink, but it doesn't matter : you want to make your sugar cookies with harua's help, whatever it takes. so, even if you follow the recipe perfectly and carefully, one sudden movement and the packet of flour spills at your feet, creating a small cloud in the center of your room. laughing as you look up at the boy beside you, you finish the cookies without making any more mess. or at least — not too much. (and the sugar cookies taste just about right)
taki ⭒ build a snowman together
as you step outside, you're greeted by a soft winter breeze and a white carpet of snow covering the ground in your parents' garden. there's nothing like perfect snow to make a snowman in front of your house — but you need the help of your long-time sidekick to pull it off, which is why taki joins you directly after seeing you roll a ball. and even though the cold makes you want to go home in the warmth, seeing the boy working with you makes you smile widely. a few finishing touches : a red scarf, pebble eyes and a carrot nose, and you're done.
maki ⭒ have a snowball fight
when you left school, you didn't expect to see so much snow during the day. but guess all that snow gives your best friend some crazy ideas — as soon as you step through the school gates, a snowball hits you hard on the back. pestering as you swivel to look behind you, you narrowly avoid a snowball to the head, facing maki who is laughing his head off. but this moment of inattention gives you the opportunity to make a ball between your cold fingers, and reach his cheek in a fraction of a second under his astonished eyes. followed by a merciless snowball fight... who's going to win?
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sleepingdeath-light · 11 months
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friendly competition hcs ; poly julie & wally
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requested by ; anonymous (11/05/23)
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character(s) ; julie joyful, wally darling
outline ; “Headcanons of Julie and Wally secretly battling for reader’s attention?
Reader is in a poly relationship with both but Julie and Wally are competing to win the title of favorite s/o out of the two (even though reader loves them both so much).
Nothing too violent, they all love each other but these two goobers do silly things to try and be the favorite because they just love s/o so much 🙏”
warning(s) ; silly rivalry between lovers, fluff
your relationship with your partners was, in a word, blissful — filled with endless compassion and frequent sleepovers and nights spent staring up at the stars and talking about anything and everything under the sun
you all loved each other dearly and equally, but that didn’t mean that your boyfriend and girlfriend didn’t get competitive at times
they engage in silly rivalries and meaningless competitions to get your attention and it seems like every week opens with a new strange scheme to gain your favour
it’s peculiar, but definitely flattering
like you could all be cuddled up in bed — wally lounging on his back with one arm around your waist and julie resting her head on your chest whilst tracing patters on your stomach — and they’ll find something the quietly bicker about
it can start off with wally saying something like ‘you’re prettier than any painting, (name)’
and then julie will one-up him by saying something like ‘you’re more beautiful than the night sky’
and they go back and forth exchanging compliments for you whilst glaring across your body at each other — catching you very thoroughly in the crossfire whilst they compare you to everything from the constellations to the paintings of old masters to the natural awe of an untouched desert oasis
another example was when you were over at julie’s house doing some baking and you’d mentioned your favourite baked good to them offhandedly
they shared a look and immediately set to trying to make the best version of that baked good whilst trying to sabotage each other — leaving you to potter around with your own plan whilst they went to war
the great neighbourhood bake-off — which ended with them both caked in flower, with icing in julie’s hair and wally’s trousers splotched with jam
it was a mess but their dishes were delicious so really there was no way for you to lose in that particular battle
they bicker over breakfasts in bed and compete over who can spoil you the most on your birthday — who can get the best gifts, who can wrap those gifts the best, who made the best food, etc.
anyone who gets in the way is sure to end up terribly confused
but despite it all, it’s still abundantly clear how much you all love each other
julie will still always greet wally with a tight hug and a kiss, wally will always share his favourite things with her, and you’ll always make time for your weekly dates
and you and wally will always have a soft spot for your adorable, brightly coloured girlfriend and will let her decorate you to her heart’s content — even if the new hairdo doesn’t necessarily suit you
just because they scramble over each other over who gets to be the first one to kiss you or the last one to say ‘i love you’ each night, doesn’t mean that they love each other any less
because they adore each other, they just happen to both adore you and adore being competitive over trivial things at the same time
and the title of ‘favourite spouse’ is just too dang appealing to pass up
(even if you always insist that you’ll love them both equally no matter what; they already own your heart and you can’t have more than 100%)
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halfwit-halfblood · 1 year
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It’s a date — xavier thorpe
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Inspired by this post
Summary: Your friends are tired of you and Xavier refusing to confess your feelings. Enid helps set you up.  Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x reader (gender neutral, no use of Y/N) Best friends to lovers Warnings: None! Word count: 723
A sequel/companion piece is on the way!
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“This is unbearable.” Ajax deadpanned.
“We really need to do something about this.” Bianca agreed.
They walked side by side through the school and towards the quad for lunch, closely watching you and Xavier walking ahead, oblivious to your scheming friends behind you.
Enid’s ears pricked up at the sound of potential gossip. She skipped forward between Ajax and Bianca and hooked her arms between theirs, tugging them in close. “Do something about what?” She grinned. Bianca pointedly turned to look at you and Xavier in response.
Heads bent close together as you spoke animatedly, his arm constantly brushing against your own while he gesticulated. The world was lost to the pair of you. Your friends were used to it by now, had gotten used to pretending that the way you treated each other was strictly platonic in public, only to listen to your abject pining late at night in the dorms.  Ajax and Bianca frequently traded notes the morning after their respective friends had an emotionally frustrated ramble but had yet to convince either of you to confess.
“Oh em gee this is so romantic! We should set them up!” Enid squealed. Bianca scoffed and rolled her eyes affectionately.
“No chance, Enid. We’ve been trying for weeks but neither of them wants to say anything.”
“Listen, Xavier’s my best friend and don’t get me wrong I love the guy, but he’s being so dumb about this. He’s convinced he’d ruin their friendship; won’t listen to anything I say.” Ajax chimed in.
Enid, however, was not to be deterred. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be together, it was just a case of not knowing how. Luckily, she knew just the solution. “Watch and learn.” She said before detaching herself and running ahead to catch up with you and Xavier just as you reached the quad, settling down on the bench you’d claimed at the start of the semester, your sketchbook flung onto the table.
“No way, Xav.” You scolded him jokingly.
“Just one look! Come on, please?” He grinned, stretching his hand over your own where it lay atop your sketchbook protectively.
You tipped your chin up at him and met his eyes, smiling back at him. “No chance.”
Enid paused on the opposite side of the bench and watched you with a mix of love and mild exasperation. Up close, it was easy to see why your friends were so done with the situation. Xavier was looking down at you with such undisguised fondness, if Enid didn’t already have a plan in mind she would just nudge his head forward slightly and let the ensuing kiss speak for itself. The lack of space between you was astounding to her, let alone how oblivious to it you both were.
“Hey Xavier,” Enid started, snapping you both out of your intense eye mooning. “Are you free Friday night? Say… around seven?”
“Yeah sure, what’s happening?”
“And you?” Enid ignored him and turned to you to ask the same thing. “Any plans?”
“None that come to mind. Is everything alright Enid?”
“Great! Well, Ajax and I do have plans that night, but you two should have fun without me. It’s a date!” Internally she prided herself on the immediate blush that coloured your faces pink, mouths opening and closing wordlessly. “You can tell me all about on Saturday, see you later!” Enid waved goodbye and left, dragging a speechless Bianca and Ajax along with her to give you two some privacy.
“Did…” You started hesitantly, watching them walk away as an excuse not to look at Xavier. “Did we just get set up?”
“Yeah,” Xavier laughed nervously and rubbed his neck with the back of his hand, silently praying for his blush to calm down. “Would you… I mean, if you want…” You turned back to him and watched as your usually confident, teasing best friend turned into a stuttering mess.
The realisation hit you like a wave – the feeling was mutual.
“Let’s do it.” You cut in. His eyes lit up as he came to the same revelation you had moments before.
“Cool! Yeah, um… Lets say the Nightshade Library at seven? I know it’s not the most, ah, romantic,” he laughed nervously and glanced at you, softening at the sight of your warm gaze, “but at least it’s quiet?”
“Sounds perfect.”
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kelcemenow · 9 months
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Win Or Lose - Chapter 2.
Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader
Words 1666
Warnings Strong language and pregnancy themes.
This was a very detailed Anon request that I received and knew I had to give it a go! (I’ll not paste the whole request here as I usually do, as it was rather long but if you want to read it, it’s here. Be warned, it’s rather full of spoilers!) 
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CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
"What, what?" Your eyebrows shot upwards.
Travis stared at the plastic test in his hand, his eyes beginning to moisten due to the lack of blinking.
"Trav, honey...what?"
He paused for what felt like forever, "We're going to have a baby."
You screamed and jumped up onto your feet, throwing your arms around Travis' neck. He immediately picked you up and lifted you around his waist, covering your mouth in kisses.
"We're going to have a baby!" Travis repeated, tears welling up along his lower lash line.
"Oh my God, I can't believe it!" You stuttered.
You looked deeply into his bright eyes, holding his face and stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. Travis held onto you tightly, laughing through his happy tears. You dipped your head and kissed him passionately, your lips moving across each other softly. He cleared his throat and gently placed you back to the floor before kneeling down and placing his hands on your stomach.
"This is the happiest day of my life." He whispered.
You grinned widely, "Even more than the Super Bowl?"
Travis looked at you, still holding your non-existent bump, "Man, that day was awesome. But this is something else." He looked at your stomach, "Hey, little one."
You smiled and laughed under your breath, "You're so cute." You lowered yourself down, crouching in front of him, "Are you ready for our next adventure, baby?"
"With you? Always."
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Travis was always an attentive husband, but once you were pregnant, he barely let you move anywhere or do anything.
"Baby, sit down, I'll take the laundry up."
You sighed, "Travis, I'm not even 3 weeks pregnant yet. It's a few sheets...I'm fine." You gripped the laundry basket, twisting your body away from him so that he couldn't reach.
He lowered his eyebrows, "Okay, but after you do that, you're coming back here to rest." He patted the empty space on the couch next to him.
You rolled your eyebrows and hummed a noise as you walked away. Stepping through into your laundry room, you smiled as you placed the laundry basket on the counter top. Picking up the sheets and placing them into the machine, you imagined the endless laundry loads you'd be doing in 9 months time. Rompers, socks and blankets would soon be filling up every shelf, drawer and surface. Your mind soon drifted to visions of family walks in the park, first birthdays and diaper changes. You pictured the baby's nursery, already half deciding on colour schemes and the furniture layout. You and Travis had already discussed names but you grew excited at the thought of settling on one that you both loved.
Your daydreaming was interrupted by two strong arms slowly wrapping themselves around your waist. You felt Travis' face settle next to yours and his warming and familiar scent surrounded you.
"Yes, Daddy?"
Travis groaned with contentment in your ear, "I like it when you call me that, but I like it for a whole other reason now."
You leaned into his hold, gently running your nails across his forearms and closing your eyes, "Here's a thought...when shall we tell our parents?"
"Maybe we should wait a bit? Let's just stay in our happy bubble for a while longer?"
"Your Mom is going to be so happy."
Travis smiled against your cheek, "I know. Make sure she's sat down when we tell her."
You giggled quietly, "Come on, big guy. Let's go and 'rest'." You used your fingers as air-quotes to mock Travis' earlier request.
He tightened his hold around your waist, laying multiple kisses onto your neck as you both walked back to the lounge, laughing and falling onto the coach in each others arms.
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"Can I be honest?"
You turned to Travis, as you finished pouring yourself a cup of tea, "Sure."
"You honestly look so sexy right now."
You looked down at yourself. You were wearing simple white trousers with a lilac sweater, "Really?"
Travis folded the last napkin and placed it on the table. You'd decided to invite both of your families to the house for a dinner party to announce your pregnancy. You were approaching your 6th week and although you weren't showing yet, it wouldn't be long before you would start to, so you and Travis had a plan in place of who to tell and when. Luckily, it was winter and your incoming baby bump would be slightly easier to hide out in public, but your closest friends would notice.
"Yeah." His voice was low, "You're growing our baby in there, that shit's crazy. You're amazing, you know that?"
You smiled and placed your mug on the counter top, walking over and sitting in Travis' lap, "Well, you'll always look sexy to me, baby."
"Even when I'm old, bald and fat?"
You nodded, "Even more so."
As you placed a gentle kiss on Travis' lips, the sound of the doorbell diverted your attention.
"There're here." Travis said as you stood up and smoothed down your outfit, "You nervous?"
You ran your hands through your hair, "Nervous? No. More...excited."
Travis gave your hand a quick squeeze before he jogged over to the front door and opened it, allowing the sounds of happy cheering and laughter pour into the house. Travis' Mom Donna was the first one to come in, practically ignoring Travis and instead holding her arms out to embrace you.
She squeezed you tightly, "Ohhh honey, you look great!"
You pulled away, stepping back as she gazed over you, "Thank you, Donna. Come in, please. There's some drinks over on the kitchen counter."
Looking back towards the door, you saw Jason and Kylie coming towards you and just behind them, Travis was enjoying a long hug with his Dad, Ed. You grinned at Kylie as she wrapped her arms around you and Jason gave you a fist bump from over her shoulder.
"It's been so long! How have you been?" Kylie's voice was excitable and high-pitched.
"I've been great, but enough about me! How are the kids?"
She grinned, "Oh they're great! Wyatt drew you a picture the other day and I forgot to bring it!"
You waved your hand, "That's okay. I'm sure we'll be up to visit soon."
Travis suddenly shouted out of the door and you turned to see your parents car pulling up in the driveway. Your Dad was the first out of the car and he made a beeline for Travis, shaking his hand, "Great game on Sunday, Travis. Very impressive."
"Thank you, sir." Travis bowed his head a little which made you giggle.
"Princess!" Your Dad turned to you and kissed your cheek, bringing you closer to him for a hug.
"Daddy, it's so good to see you." His moustache tickled your forehead, as it always did and you felt a rush of happiness spread over your chest.
"Travis, be a dear and grab this bag for me." Your Mother's shrill voice almost made you jump as you watched her struggle trying to get out of the car.
Travis rushed to her side, taking her bag out of her hands and offering an arm for her to pull herself out of her seat with. You looked to your husband with apologetic eyes and he responded with a wink.
"Well, if you didn't cram so much in there, you'd be able to carry it." Your Dad said, rolling his eyes.
As your Mom reached you, she took hold of your hands, "The weather here is so unpredictable." She said, narrowing her eyes, "I had to make sure I had everything I might need."
"We're here for a dinner, not a hike." Your Dad laughed with Travis as they made their way into the house.
"Honey, are you okay?" Your Mom's face was full of questions, "You look pale, and your hair is limp."
You quickly glanced to Travis with wide eyes. "Nice to see you too, Mom."
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Travis cleared his throat as soon as everyone finished dinner, tapping his knife against his glass, looking around the table as conversations quickly died down.
Your Mom raised her eyebrows at you in confusion next to you and Jason frowned slightly, unsure of what was to come.
"Okay, so there was a reason we invited you all here today, and it wasn't just for you all to eat my beautiful wife's amazing cooking."
You raised your glass and bowed your head, "Thank you baby. Yes, you're all here because we have some pretty special news. And we wanted to tell our immediate family first, the people who we love so much. So, I hope you'll be pleased to hear that in my glass is just soda...and I'll only be drinking soda for the next 9 months."
There was a combination of gasps, screams and shouts from the table at your news, and your Mom threw her arms around you, peppering your cheek with kisses, "Oh honey, that's amazing news! I knew something was up with you!"
You turned your head to see Donna covering her face and wiping tears away from her eyes, Travis placing his arm around her, his own eyes welling up.
"Finally, someone to pass all of our baby stuff on to!" Jason shouted, causing the room to erupt into laughter.
Kylie stood up, "I think this news deserves a toast." Your combined families held their glasses up in the air as Kylie continued, "We are all so happy for the both of you and we know you're going to be incredible parents. So, congratulations to the most amazing couple, and the next chapter of your lives!"
Your hand instinctively connected with your stomach, an immense feeling of love surrounding you as you looked at the faces of the people in the room. Your finally looked towards Travis, who was stood with Ed and your Dad, receiving a pat on the back. He made eye contract with you and your breath hitched, his mouth moving silently.
"I love you."
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maopll · 10 months
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Could I request Cyno, Al-Haitham, Ayato and Childe with an s/o that loves making them flower bouquets?
— FLOWERS BY YOUR SIDE : #genshin impact !
⌗:, a/n: its the horsemen of the apocalypse. I love the above characters <3
⌗:, pairings: cyno, alhaitham, ayato & childe w/ gn!reader
⌗:, warning: tooth rottening fluff
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— CYNO
The winter has passed and spring embraced Sumeru anew. With spring comes good weather and of course, a beautiful floral landscape. The people of sumeru also celebrate many spring festivals so the whole city has a sweet fragrance all together. The city was bustling as always but you were comfortable leaning against your lover and watching the dusk birds fly across the dreamy landscape.
He had closed his eyes as the winds blew past his handsome features. You were making a wreath out of sumeru roses since it matches his colour scheme well. You planned to carry it out in secrecy but nothing escapes the general's eyes. "love what is that?" you were almost close, so so close to victory yet he woke up. You forcibly kissed him to caught him off guard and placed the crown on his head. He was puzzled. This daring act of affection barely ever came from you and not only did it made cyno's face flush hot but he enjoyed it a bit too much.
The mahamatra absolutely weak under your gaze which spells 'I won!' as you scrutinise him with the purple flowers adorning his fluffy white hair. He looked beautiful...ethereal even.
"Love you do know you can just ask. wait do that again. the– the kiss"
Oh how sweet victory tastes.
— ALHAITHAM
The pressure of filling the papers and doing his duties as the grand sage never ended, but he has to make some time for you, right? After you cutely persuaded your boyfriend to stay with you he has to listen to your whims now. So here he was not so regretting his decision as you removed the bunch of papers from his hand and kept it under s tree.
The smell of the coming of spring and fresh flowers in bloom filled his noses, and the gentle sway of the wind lulled him to sleep. Seeing as your boyfriend is already deep into slumber, you picked up the padisarahs and made a wreath out of it, carefully placing it on his head. you collected other assortment of flowers and tried your best to make a bouquet of them.
How ethereal he looked under the floral effects..such moments when your lover is peacefully sleeping are hard yo come by so propping your kamera up you took a picture. One to remind you of the sweet memories you shared with your true love.
— AYATO KAMISATO
Komore teahouse was the only rendezvous which you and ayato could use to meet up in private without anyone knowing. His identity is one that cannot be tainted so before you two can indulge in your official announcement as lovers. These interactions behind walls were sufficient enough for you.
Spring embraced Inazuma once again, and Thoma collected fleshly picked flowers from the market. The teahouse was filled with sweet fragrance. "The flowers are especially nice today." With you, his formal personality slips away, and he seems much friendlier to approach.
While he took a sip of the tea and chatted with you, he also intensively looked at your handiwork. The wreath of flowers from the ones thoma bought that day. Besides making them, you also prepared a flower arrangement in a vase. He chuckled and said "dearest who are these for?" "for the loveliest person in teyvat. " "Oh? then they must be quite lucky to have attracted the eyes of such a beauty as yourself"
"mhm, they are." Just after finishing your sentence, you were done with the wreath made of camellias you propped it up on Ayato's head. "dove suddenly?"
"oh I was making that for you from the beginning. don't remove it! it looks beautiful on you."
— CHILDE
His love language to you is in the form of gifts and precious materials. His long-term absence due to his fatui job has been extremely tiring especially when he wakes up to a cold side every morning remembering about your body snuggling against his and the warmth of the bedroom.
Snezhnaya is always covered under snow and you have been living with Childe for a long time. Naturally you craved the view of a forest and a warm climate. So here you were with you lover in Liyue among the ocean view of Yaoguang Shoal.
A sunset view and a soft breeze as you traversed across the sands with a bouquet of qingxin. You presented the bouquet to him and sat on a rock. "babe did you make these for me?". Your gifts were a form of weakness to him. Although they may not be as expensive as his gifts but the time and love you put to make each one of them always has him weak in the heart. "these are for you. thank you for bringing me here love". He pulled you close and laid his head of your shoulder. The view of the orange sun and the dazzling sea that he gets to enjoy with his beautiful lover. What more could a person whose life had always been shrouded with darkness and crimes could ask for?
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uramilf · 5 months
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Hiii i was thinking bout Ross visiting Reader's new house for the first time. Maybe a little bit of domestic Ross and 👀 u know, just making sure the new bed is comfortable 🤗
A/N: Anon please forgive me this has been sitting in my inbox for literally two months and I feel so guilty but hey, mental health ig xx It's very short but that's cause I'm busy with plans that I cannot share with you right now :)
Warnings: smutty themes but no actual smut
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The doorbell rang as I was unpacking the last box. It was the last of my clothes; once they were hung up I would officially be moved into my new house. I wiped a few beads of sweat from my head and jogged downstairs to answer the door. Looking through the frosted glass either side of my new front door, I could already tell it who was there. Wearing all black, tall, muscular, it had to be Ross. I swung the door open and was greeted by his precious smile. "Here to see the new house?" I grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Here to see you, pretty girl. But I wouldn't mind a tour either." He kissed the top of my head before resting his chin on it, arms tightening around my shoulders.
Ross was the perfect domestic boyfriend the whole way through the house. He nodded and complimented almost every piece of furniture or decoration, agreed with my choices of paint colours, provided ideas of what to hang on blank spaces on the walls. But I could tell there was something bothering him. "What's wrong? You're tense," I commented, running a hand over his shoulder from my position behind him. Ross turned round with a smirk. "Nothing's wrong, love. I'm just impatient to see the bedroom."
I laughed out loud as Ross leant down to kiss me, but shut up when his lips met mine. Without breaking the kiss, he tapped my thigh, signalling me to jump, and catching me effortlessly. He carried me all the way upstairs, tongue sneaking into my mouth and hands gripping my thighs which wrapped around his waist. He only put me down when he reached my bedside, dropping me down onto the mattress. "Oh, lovely colour scheme. Great curtains," Ross grinned. I rolled my eyes in response. "Don't be a tease. You were the one who was desperate to get me up here." "Actually, I said I wanted to see the bedroom. I didn't say anything about you." I sat up with a sigh and tore my shirt off over my head. "Stop being a dick and get down here."
That definitely shut him up. I gasped as Ross yanked my leggings down, lying on his stomach and burying his head between my thighs. Fuck, I was in for a long night.
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dreamfyre03 · 1 month
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A Dragon's Love
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Death, briefest, minor mentions of violence/injury
Chapter 11: The King is Dead, Long live the King
Aemond reluctantly left Daenys in her own room that night, he wanted to stay with her but she said she feared too much to have her reputation compromised. It killed him to tear himself away from her when she was in such a fragile state, but he respected her wishes. He knew this wasn’t the way he wanted to do things, in the darkness of the early morning, as though it was something wrong, when in reality, nothing could be more right. 
He tossed and turned in his own bed that night, unable to find sleep, so when a knock came to his door in the dead of night, he immediately sprang off the bed and went to the door.
“My Prince, I have important news.” Ser Criston said quietly when he opened the door. He held it wider for the knight to step inside, and looked at him expectantly. “My Prince, I regret to inform you that King Viserys has passed. In his sleep, a few hours ago. The Queen requests your presence, she is with Helaena and the children. I am to go fetch the Princess Daenys right now.” He informed him.
Aemond should have felt bad that he didn’t feel a shred of grief for his father, but he didn’t. Instead, his mind immediately flew to Daenys, and he replied, “I will get my sister, and take her to my mother and sister.” The knight nodded and took his leave, and Aemond quickly dressed and made the quick walk to Daenys’s rooms, opening the door, not even bothering to knock. Her eyes widened in surprise as she sat in her bed, clearly wide awake, as she looked at him worriedly. 
“What’s happened? Has someone found out of our plans?” She asked. He shook his head and sat on the corner of her bed, taking her hand in his. “Our father is dead, my love.” He broke the news to her. 
She gasped, tightening her hand around his, her eyes becoming glassy with tears. Only his sweet Daenys would shed a tear for their father who didn’t deserve her grief. 
“I’m afraid this puts a pause on our plans. But worry not, as soon as we can escape, we will go, I promise you,” He said, looking her in the eyes. 
She nodded, wiping her tears away. “I know. I trust you, brother.” She replied.
“My mother wants us all with her and Helaena. Dress quickly, we must go.” He said. 
She slipped out of the bed and pulled out a simple lavender coloured dress, and began to undress, when she remembered his presence and glanced at him shyly. “I won’t look.” He reassured her, turning so his back was facing her. He would respect her modesty, and wait until she was ready to bare herself comfortably to him. For he knew when that time came, he would kneel at the alter of her beauty and worship her. 
He heard sounds of swishing fabric, until she softly called his name and beckoned for him to help her lace the back of the dress, to which he quickly obliged, indulging himself in touching her bare skin as he did so. When he finished she turned to face him, and he took her hand, ready to move when she pulled him back to her, and he saw the fear in her eyes. “What happens now?” She asked, looking up at him. He knew she referred to the entire overarching conflict that plagued them both the minute they were born; would Otto Hightower’s grand scheme’s to crown their unwilling brother come to fruition? 
“I don’t know.” He replied honestly. 
“But whatever happens, whoever sits the Iron Throne, I am yours, I am sworn to you. I am your sworn sword, never forget that. If you wish to run away and leave this all behind we will. I am yours, and you are mine.” 
She smiled softly at him, before reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. It wasn’t one of lust, and passion, but of comfort and gentle reassurance. 
They were quickly on their way, and Aemond noted the eerie silence throughout the Keep, the increased amount of guards standing in front all the doors, he assumed to keep them in. His mind already began to piece together what was happening, and it wasn’t shaping up to be anything good. When they entered Helaena’s rooms, the children sat on the floor, playing, blissfully unaware of the growing tension around them. His mother got up and went to them, her eyes with dark circles beneath them, her usually put together appearance was traded for her long auburn wave free flowing, her face permanently set into a stressed expression. 
She hugged them briefly, and when they all sat down, Aemond next to his mother and Daenys next to Helaena, she told them, “Your father, in his last moments, decided to have Aegon succeed him as heir.” 
There it was. The confirmation he was waiting for. He didn’t know if his mother was speaking the truth, and he knew it didn’t matter, so he asked, “Where is Aegon?” 
Alicent sighed. “I do not know. All I know is that it is imperative that I find him before your grandsire.” “There is a beast beneath the boards!” Helaena hissed suddenly, making Daenys jump. His mother ignored her and went over to Ser Criston, tasking him with finding Aegon. 
Aemond couldn’t stand to see his mother like this, and he knew it would be better for them all if his mother held the cards, instead of Otto Hightower, so he got up and said, “I’ll go with him. Cole needs me, mother. Ser Eryk isn’t the only one that knows Aegon’s doings.”  
Daenys shot him a worried expression at his words, and he gave her a small look of reassurance.
His mother walked over to him, more worry etched on her face, and before she could voice her worry, he said, “Do not worry mother. We will bring him back to you.”
With one last look back at Daenys, he left with Cole, to find the King that never wished to be. 
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Daenys sat with Jaehaerys, who had made his way onto her lap, and sang to him, while Jaehaera sat at her mother’s feet. 
“Father will be king!” Little Jaehaerys told her innocently.
“Indeed, sweet boy.” She replied, trying to keep the worry out of her voice as she kissed his head. She loved her siblings’ children as though they were her own, and it pained her to know that the sweet boy in her arms would now be his father’s heir, next in line to bear the burden of the crown. 
Jaehaerys soon settled, tired from playing and being roused so early, and rested his head on her breast, and his eyelids soon grew heavy as he fell asleep. She stroked his hair, thinking of her brothers, out in the streets of Flea Bottom, and prayed to any god who would listen for their return. 
“There is a beast beneath the boards,” Helaena whispered again, as she had done in the hours since Aemond’s departure. 
“Sister, would you like to rest? I have no doubt the day ahead will be long and tiring.” Daenys said kindly. She saw Helaena’s maid Diana enter and she said, “Diana, perhaps you might stay with my sister, as she rests for the upcoming day? I shall take the children to the nursery and stay with them.” 
The maid nodded, and went to Helaena, slipping her hand in Helaena’s and  whispering words that Daenys couldn’t hear, as she helped her to bed.
As she took the children to the nursery, she kept Jaehaerys sleeping on her, for his warmth brought her comfort, he reminded her of her brothers when they were all children. Jaehaera too stumbled onto the chair next to her and fell asleep, and she sat with the children, dozing off, until a familiar deep voice woke her what appeared to be hours later. “My love, wake up.” Aemond’s voice roused her. She shifted carefully so as not to wake Jaehaerys, and placed him on the bed, and then his sister. As she and Aemond left them, she looked at him again and gasped, “You’re hurt!” She saw the scratches on his face and bruise on his arm. “I’m afraid it took quite an effort to get our brother back.” He said grimly. “Is he-“ 
“He’s not good, sister. Not good at all.” He replied as they reached Aegon’s room’s where Alicent could be heard speaking. “I won’t do it. I cannot be King!” Aegon shouted at his mother, his face bruised, his body sweaty and dirty, his cloths worn. If it weren’t for his Targaryen silver hair, one might think him a peasant. Aemond and Daenys entered and sat nearby, and as Alicent took in their presence, she began to address both them and Aegon. “Don’t be a fool, Aegon. Can’t you see? Rhaenyra has Daemon, and do you think that man, that harbinger of chaos, will hesitate to put your children to death? Your brothers and sisters? They will, because you are all threats to her rule. Her children are already illegitimate, she will see you all dead to ensure there is no better challenger to her claim. Your life, your family’s life depends on this, Aegon.” 
Aegon looked over at them, and Daenys’s heart broke as she saw his face. 
The room was silent for a moment, before she heard him say, “Alright. I’ll do it.”
Alicent sighed in relief, before she said, “You will be crowned in the Dragonpit today. Your first act as King will be to send an envoy with terms for Rhaenyra, to relinquish her claim, with no bloodshed. Now get ready, all of you.” 
She left the three of them alone, and when Daenys saw Aegon’s state, she dismissed the maids who began to enter, saying, “You may leave the things over there. I will assist my brother, thank you.” The maids drew the bath and left soaps and oils on the table, and quickly left. 
“Go, you need to get seen by a maester, and ready yourself.” She told Aemond. He seemed to hesitate, but she took his hand and nodded reassuringly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then left them alone. Daenys went to her brother who was on the floor, and said, “Come, brother. You must eat,” she said, grabbing the bowl of stew that was set on the table for him. She helped him up to the chair and he hunched over the bowl and ate. He reeked of sweat and what she assumed was the smell of sex and pleasure houses. 
She mixed the bath with some soaps and oils, and turned to Aegon, who had finished eating and whose face with wet with tears when she lifted his head off the table and said, “Undress, brother. You need a bath.”, as she wiped the tears off his face. He was still in a trance, but he undressed and stepped into the water, and dunked his head under, and began to scrub his skin raw. The water turned brown and murky, as he cleaned himself, he scrubbed until his skin was pink and raw. She sat next to the tub, ignoring the water splashing onto her skirts,  until she heard his voice quietly say, “Wash my hair, Dany? Like when we were children?” 
She pulled the chair closer, and he leaned his head back, so she could reach. Her fingers deftly moved through his short locks, taking her time in detangling them and then gently scrubbing his scalp clean. She poured water from a clean water jug to rinse his hair, and when she finished, he took her hand and said, “Father wouldn’t have wanted this. He never cared about us, only yesterday he defended Rhaenyra in the eyes of all, yet he changed his mind just hours ago?”
She sighed. “We will never know what he said in those moments.” “Where do your loyalties lie, sister?” He asked, his voice making him sound vulnerable.
“I was asked that same question just days ago. But my answer seems to have changed. I thought they lay with what is right, but now, I know they are with the people I love. My family. You, Helaena, Aemond, Daeron.” She answered. “This means you are going against Rhaenyra.” He stated. She sighed, nodding. “It appears so.” “Good. I need you on my side, Daenys. You are the only person that understands me, that sees me as more than some drunken fool.” 
“I am, brother. I will do all I can for you, and our siblings, just as I know you will for us.” She replied. 
He seemed to take comfort in her words, and she soon left him to dress, and to get ready herself. As she did so, she resolved in her mind she would not wear green. Even though she would stand by Aegon, she wasn’t a green. She was a Targaryen, and so she took out one of her favourite gowns of red and black, and as she felt the sense of foreboding growing in the pit of her stomach, she kept repeating the words of her house to herself; Fire and Blood. 
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Aemond stop atop the platform set up in the Dragonpit for Aegon’s coronation, his mind ever thinking. It would be near impossible to escape the Keep with Daenys and find a Septon to marry them without his mother and grandsire finding out, and potentially stopping them. Not with the increased guards at every turn, even at the Dragonpit. She stood beside him as they awaited Aegon to begin. 
She was dressed in red and black, and he smiled internally at her small defiance of not wearing green, refusing to let people think she was bending to his mother’s agenda, even if she was standing in support of Aegon. He was dressed in black beside her, and as he saw the look of worry on her face, he longed to take her hand in his, but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet. 
Soon the Kingsguard were clearing the path for Aegon, who walked to the platform, his face serious and sober, his face still bruised from their scuffle in the streets before. He walked as though he were being weighed down physically, as if he had to drag his feet to make it there, but he did. As his mother kissed him before the crowd of masses, and the High Septon crowned him, Aemond glanced at the fearful look on Helaena’s face, who looked almost as if she were anticipating something, and Daenys, who glanced at him nervously. When Aegon lifted Blackfyre into the air, wearing the conqueror’s crown, Aemond saw his grandsire smile an almost menacing smile of victory, the fruition of decades of scheming and plotting that brought him to this moment. 
Suddenly, in the midst of the moment, the floor of the Dragonpit burst open, and the cries of hundreds filled the air. And out of the ashes rose Meleys, Princess Rhaenys atop her, clearly having escaped her rooms his mother kept her held in. The Red Beast looked down on them, growling, and he pushed himself in front of Daenys, ready to take the blast of fire to protect her, and he saw as Ser Criston ran to Helaena at his mother’s demand, while she stood in front of Aegon, bravely facing the massive fire breathing breast before them. They all braced for the heat of the dragonfire, but Meleys let out a piercing, bloodcurdling roar, before, Rhaenys simply commanded her dragon away, and off they flew, no doubt off to Dragonstone. Aemond felt Daenys gripping his forearm, her nails digging into him, and he heard her faintly whisper, “Gods help us all.” 
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ashtxeman · 26 days
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WHY I LIKE GLASS JOE A LOT
I promised a lot of information about why I like Glass Joe so I wrote this in an hour with no plan, no proof reading, completely improvised. If I planned this it would probably be WAY longer lol but I'll spare you all the pain of that. SO. ENJOY MY REASONING.
Glass Joe. Glass Joseph. Fragile Joey. It’s a name that’s been uttered for centuries in many different forms, given many different explanations. Critics, theorists, philosophers alike have carved away at their lives trying to solve the answer to the universe's greatest question. And that is:
Glass Joe, good why?
I can answer that, absolutely.
HEY I LOVE GLASS JOE A LOT IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT ALREADY JUST GOTTA ESTABLISH THAT HAHAHA OKAY LETS GO. SHOUTOUT TO THE FUCKING RTGAME PUNCHOUT VIDEO YOU DID THIS TO ME.
POINT 1: HE IS HANDSOME.
I swear to God this man was hand-crafted by the hands of an incomprehensible deity because HOW is he this flawless. He’s 5’10, great height honestly I’m 5’3 I don’t want to be dating a skyscraper you know. He’s a skinny bastard but that’s okay, more on that later. His hair, oh my goodness gracious, lord above, help me Jesus. HIS HAIR. IS SO GOOD. If you put that skateboard ramp ass hairstyle on literally any other character they would look like a dumbass, but here, on this man alone, it’s the most delicately poised series of ginger strands I ever did see.
His hair looks SO soft. It’s unbelievable. It’s such a lovely shade of auburn with hints of burgundy. It must smell like cinnamon. He must take great care of it. A real Head and Shoulders, coconut oil, double wash kinda guy. A real bougie kinda guy. Yeah he’s not great physically in SPORT terms but in PUBLIC terms he’s absolutely stunning and stronger than anybody else. I wanna run my fingers through his silky locks so bad it’s insane and to understand this desire I’ll have to be strapped down and operated on. DONATE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE GO AHEAD. THEY NEED IT. 
Not to mention it is SO fun to draw. SO SO SO FUN. Maybe I’m just lucky it’s such a wacky and dynamic hairstyle it transfers quite well into my artstyle, but it’s so fun. It’s easy, it’s fast, it creates an absolutely iconic silhouette, I love colouring it because it’s so damn pretty and ginger/red is such a broad colour scheme that can be put into a gradient so well (i love doing gradients with hair cause i hate when its just a block of colour). Nobody could understand the sheer joy i get putting that dumbass ahoge between the bridge of his fringe and the rest of his hair. That little ‘ right at the top ITS SO FUN. i love him his hair is great.
His face. Carved like the works of the finest artest. He’s a canvas of quality that can rival Van Gogh, for god sake. He’s got the jawline of a man on a lifelong mewing streak, STOP IT HE’S SO GORGEOUS I CANT EVENNNN. He is seriously so good looking. His eyes, the little pink-tinted eyebags that show he doesn’t need sleep because he’s so hardcore on caffeine, his gorgeous big ol nose i wanna kiss so bad, his super dynamic chin i wanna kiss so bad, his face i wanna kiss so bad. I wanna kiss him so bad. He is genuinely such a beautiful man its stunning, im literally a lesbian but if they somehow brought glass joe into the real world looking exactly how he does in those GOD DAMN CUTSCENES OOOOO i’d be bisexual so fast it’s crazy. He’s just that great. He’s got that power. I love his nervous little grin and the little creases on his face, cause he’s OLD AND SENILE. He’s 38 for god sake he shouldn’t look this good and sure, you can see his age slipping in a little with the eyebags and the wrinkles but that only ADDS to how stupidly divine he is in appearance. Stop that handsome man officer!! He’s breaking the laws of BEAUTY. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE. MEEEE.
His fashion sense although odd (ive never actually seen anyone wearing red trousers) just works. It wouldnt work on anyone else but it works on HIM. this is a theme. THINGS DONT WORK ON OTHER PEOPLE BUT THEY WORK ON JOE HE’S SO COOL LIKE THAT. his turtleneck kills me its so good it highlights what little figure he has and it contrasts his red hair so well cause its a really deep blue. SIGH. i wish. I have a turtleneck thats exactly the same but let me tell you i dont even breath the same air of fashion that he breathes. He’s so far ahead of the game he’s on an entirely different runway. He is not gonna sashay away anytime soon. On a constant shante. Unstoppable.
POINT 2: HE EMBODIES HIS CULTURE WELL.
Cats out of the bag, joe is a french stereotype. But. and dont quote me here. I find it very admirable HOW he is a french stereotype. Because he kind of.. Isn’t? He uses the characteristics of that stereotype sure, but he doesn’t engage with them the same way an actual french stereotype would. He likes coffee, he likes bread, he loves France like its his child, sure. But he doesnt have a twirly moustache, he doesnt wear a beret, he doesnt galavant around in black and white mime clothing. Even if that would be funny yknow it just wouldnt be as good. 
His admiration of coffee and bread is so relatable cause hell, I LIKE BREAD AND CAFES AND STUFF! He needs that coffee to keep him going you dont understand. If he misses a dose of caffeine he’ll deflate like the pyramids did in despicable me 1. He’ll be a puddle on the floor, he’ll quite literally cease to exist. Coffee is his golden idol, his hand of midas, his treasure. He has great willpower (more on that later) but coffee is that secret weapon he uses to push him just a little bit further. Plus he just thinks it tastes good and is happy to express that, you cant blame the guy for that. A good drink is a good drink. Even though i dont like coffee he’s so happy with it i respect it. He makes things i dont like respectable. Thats whats so real to me. What a goat. As for bread, bread is just great. Baguettes are yum. All the french bread i know about is usually close to white bread and autism behold thats like the only bread i can bear to eat so its alright with me man. You can go to joes house and he will have one of those fancy bread cupboards. He’ll pull out baguettes like he’s at a renaissance fair and they have a sword shortage. He’s on the case. You will NOT leave his house on an empty stomach. Like a very caring grandma, he will get you fed with the most immaculate 5 star meal you ever did eat. French food is great and theres no doubt about that, thats why he loves FOOD. I TRUST HIM. HE KNOWS WHATS GOOD. if mr glass joe turned around to me and said ‘broken glass is good food’ you bet your ass id be smashing windows and munch munch crunching all day long. 
Maybe his admiration of his country is a little over the top to some. You know the french landmarks in the back of his cutscenes, the ‘vive le france’ and singing the national anthem. But no. i dont think its excessive, i think its passionate. This is undeniably a man that is SO passionate about his culture and the lifestyle he’s grown up around, he’s not afraid to express it to other people until they cant stand it anymore. He’ll take as many hits as he needs to in the name of france. He is an embodiment of everything endearing about being foreign, honestly. An extreme love for the things his country has: food, landmarks, fashion, language, culture. EVERYTHING IS ON HIS LIST. NOTHING IS LEFT OUT. HE LOVES FRANCE AND I LOVE HIM. YES SIR!! VIVE LE FRANCE!! YES!!! 
Also he single-handedly convinced me to start learning french. I seriously didnt care about it before but after i started to like him more and really get into punchout i downloaded duolingo and i still have a streak going AND im actually convinced to try hard in my french lessons and exams because yknow.. I want this fictional french guy to be proud of me. :] 
POINT 3: HE IS DETERMINED.
OHHHHHH BOY. okay right im gonna get inspirational here. Play some dramatic orchestral music or something. 
The thing about Glass Joe is that he never. Gives up. Never. There is nothing in the world you could do to this man that could possibly stop him from boxing. They call Kaiser a fighting machine but boy have they not seen Joe. once that man stepped into the ring for the first time, he’d found a second home, and i think thats evident. 100 times this man has fallen down, brushed it off and gotten right back up. He’s had hardships, ups, downs, tumbles, falls. But everytime, no matter what, he’s back on his feet and ready to try again. And there is something so admirable and inspirational about that kind of approach being written into a CHARACTER THAT IS MEANT TO BE A FRENCH STEREOTYPE. ‘GHHHH FRENCH PEOPLE ALWAYS SURRENDER ACSHUALLY’ SHUT UP!! NOT THIS ONE!! I like to think Joe’s motto is ‘never surrender’. Yes he’s a little self aware how ironic it is thats hes french and doing all this but shhh. He knows whats hes doing and he’s happy to do it. Because like ive said again and again, theres nothing that can stop him. 100 kos, 200 kos, 300, 400… you keep cranking that number up and he’ll keep cranking the punches. Keep those lights up, keep those gloves on, you knock Joe down and eventually, no matter how long it takes, he’s back for more.
Now dont misinterpret that, he’s not a masochist like aran ryan, no sir-ee. He doesnt enjoy losing, nobody does. But the thing is he pushes past that disappointment and those hardships because he knows that eventually, if he keeps on going, things are going to change. He knows that if he lays down the gloves and walks away, there’s no possibility of succeeding. You could drop Joe off on the other side of the world and just like that immortal snail, he’s gonna find a way back. Even if it takes forever. Cause he is weak but determined, he isn’t threatening but relentless, he is stoppable but unstoppable. Glass joe has the strongest will out of any character i know. Cause if any of my other favourites went through 100 whopping losses like he did, they’d retire on a tropical island and never interact with the world again. But not joe. Never joe. My king.
POINT 4: HE IS ENDEARING.
THIS GUY IS SO DAMN CHARMING IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI AND GLITTER AGHHHHH.
Come on. How can you look at his smile, his lovely little, subtle smile with those shy old eyes, and not immediately fall in love with him. He’s got some many little subtle things. Like the way his pupils dart around or his little sway back and forth when he’s knocked out or the way he bounds back and forth on his legs like an old-timey guy about to have a squabble. The way his mouth goes :0 so very subtly when he’s breathing. The way he always looks either shocked beyond repair, completely zooted or very confused. It’s all so perfect. IT’S ALL THESE THINGS THEY MAKE HIM BRILLIANT.
Im seriously looking for scraps here but i love finding meaning in otherwise meaningless things. I love analysing every detail until there is literally nothing else i could possibly say about it. He is perfect for this.
His fucking VOICE. OHHH MY GOD. it was so damn funny the very first time i heard his voice, because honestly it feels deliberate how they put his humble cutscenes before his first bit of dialogue so you expect this soft-spoken kinda light-voiced french guy only to be greeted with CHRISTIAN BERNARD’S DEEP ASS VOICE. OHHH KILL ME HE SOUNDS SO HANDSOME I WANNA SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND CRY WITH JOY. i wouldnt even mind if he was a soft-spoken light-voiced french guy but they really had to amp it up a little and give this lowly frenchman the most eloquent unnecessarily deep and silky voice ever. HE DIDNT NEED THAT. BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM THAT NINTENDO CAUSE ITS ONE OF HIS GREATEST QUALITIES. Plus french is just a really fun language to listen to. I could honestly sit listening to joe’s voicelines on repeat for hours on end and be fine with it. They’re so good. He’s so beautiful sounding. Its absolutely hilarious considering his voice in comparison to appearance. COME ON!!! AAHAHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAGHGHS I LOVE CHRISTIAN BERNARDS VOICE I WISH I COULD HEAR HIM SPEAK IN ENGLISH. I NEED MORE OF HIS VOICE. AGGGGGHHHHH. 
POINT 5: WHATEVER ELSE
I erm i erm i just wanna say i love joe so much. The way he’s constructed, appearance, personality, physicality, dialogue, culture inspiration, story. EVERYTHING about him is just so cool and fun to think about and in my head it all weaves perfectly together to create the best character in all of fiction. It has now been over 2 unapologetic years of me yapping on about this guy. Whether it be his canon self and the things he does or the fanon version of him thats ive sourced from other peoples awesome HC’s or forged from my own lore. Any excuse i get, i talk about joe. Because it is so utterly fun. Yeah, he’s not the only boxer i love!!! Not at all!! I have several other favourites persay, but on the punch-out tier list joe is so good he has his own category thats about 4 ranks higher than what S rank is. And that is deserved. 
He loves his culture, he never gives up, he’s arguably a weakling and an absolute screwup but he never lets that get in his way because of her persistent he is, he’s gorgeous, he’s cool, he’d be a great friend, dad, boyfriend, husband, EVERYTHING. He’s got a weird hairstyle and weird fashion sense but somehow he looks great with it. He beat NICK BRUISER CANONICALLY?!?! He’s french, he’s ginger, which in a joking sense makes him the worst but against all odds he is the best. The french are lucky to be represented by him because he’s so utterly and unapologetically awesome and cool and fun and nice and inspiring and all that jazz. There is not a single thing that could stray me away from the path of Joe. my lore for him is SO deep. My admiration for him is INFINITE. Ive read through his wiki a pagillion times. Ive beaten him over 80 times in-game simple because i like seeing him so much and.
Well. i have entire shrine dedicated to him. let me know if you wanna see that....
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beefrobeefcal · 8 months
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Something about Mouse defending Frankie’s honor is just so sweet to me.
Like maybe, they’re out somewhere, and they’re dressed up nice or something and a guy tried hitting on Mouse and she tells him like, my boyfriend is right here, and he starts talking shit ab how chubby Frankie and how she’s too good for him and she shuts it down. Maybe when they get home Mouse assures Frankie by like, kissing and rubbing his tummy (worship basically😭)
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, got me right in the giblets, Nonnie! We love to see a feisty Mouse defend her Catfish. I'm sorry that they never made it home.
I hope it lives up to your vision. Enjoy!
Beefro 👌🥩💜
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Beefro Proudly Presents:
a Chubby!Frankie one shot
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The Catfish & The Mouse: Baby's Got a Temper
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader (Mouse!)
Summary: A lovely evening turned upside-down by a temp.
Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)
Word Count: 2,517
Content Warning: Smutty smutty smut smut, p in the v - unwrapped (don't be silly, cover you willy, kids!), Nasty Temps, Truck Sex, Public ? Sex, Body Insecurity, Belly Worship
Author's Notes: Our Mouse is ready to fight anyone who disrespects her Frankie. Thank you, Nonnie for your contribution to the THOT TANK.
Not proofed. Enjoy!
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You were so excited. You’d finally been invited to a work-related function in recognition of all the hard work you’d done, and the night was finally here.
Frankie had even gone out and bought an outfit for this evening and gotten a haircut.
He looked amazing in an all-black outfit, the top button of his shirt open, no tie. You’d opted for a cocktail length, black bodycon dress with a plunging neckline.
When you walked out of the bedroom to the den, Frankie looked at you from the couch and stood up abruptly. His eyes bugged out roamed over your body and he swallowed thickly.
“Give us a spin.”, he crooned, walking towards you with a dark look and his hands in his pockets.
You moved slowly in a circle and looked at him doe eyed. “Do I look okay?”
He reached a hand out and tugged you by the waist closer to him. “Princess, you look good enough to eat.”
*****
The venue was gorgeous, and you quickly found your fellow invited co-workers while Frankie went to the bar and ordered drinks for you both.
The evening was going well; presentations had been made and you were all taking your seats as the food was going to be served. You and Frankie chatted with your co-worker Elise and her newly minted fiancée, Maggie, through dinner, and as they discussed their upcoming wedding. Frankie’s hand gently caressed your thigh under the table, and you took it as nerves given you rarely did anything like this and the current topic of marriage.
Little did you know that Frankie already had a ring hidden in his toolbox in the garage – somewhere you would never look - waiting for the right moment.
Frankie watched as you listened to Molly explain the reason for their wedding colour scheme. He took in how your hair sat in your updo, and the freckles that sat on your shoulder that he would kiss as he held you in bed at night. He listened to your questions and laughs as you talked, and watched your hands move with your conversation, imagining the ring he picked just for you on your left ring finger. He loved you, probably more than he thought possible, and he couldn’t wait to give you his life, soul, and last name.
Not knowing the deep thoughts Frankie was swimming in, you turned and excused yourself to the washroom and asked if he needed another drink.
“Uh, sure, baby… just another whisky, neat.”, he said smiling, clumsily returning to reality.
After visiting the ladies’ room, you went to the bar, waiting for your turn to order. You suddenly felt a hand touch your waist and turned to see a man you did not know at all. He was Frankie’s heigh, but slimmer and much more angular and sharper looking; nothing gentle about his gaze that washed over you.
“Can I help you?”, you asked, trying to move out of his grip, but he pulled you in tighter. You could smell the alcohol and cigars on him.
“Yeah, sugar, you can. Tell me your pretty name so I know who’ll be sitting on my lap the rest of the night.”, he purred, his southern accent thick.
You pulled yourself out of his hold and stepped back. “I’m here with someone, my boyfriend.”, you said curtly.
“And who might that lucky fellow be?”, he drawled as stepped closer to you.
You looked towards your now empty table, seeing Frankie walking across the room towards you. “Him.”
You nod your head towards Frankie, and the man turns.
*****
Frankie watched for you to head to the bar. He was nervous in these kinds of things, fancier events. He was a blue-collar guy who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and most of the men there looked like they hadn’t seen a hard day’s labour ever. While he felt he was dressed the part for this evening, he could help but notice the stares you got as you walked through the venue. He watched the eyes rove over your body in your dress, and then saw the wide eyes that followed when they saw who held your hand.
He looked at the bar and saw you there, backing up from a guy whose hands…
No. No no no. Hands off, fucker. Frankie thought angrily as he stalked towards the bar.
As he got closer, he heard the guy laugh and say, “The fat guy? Baby, he’d probably get grease stains on your pretty dress.”
Frankie felt like he got the wind knocked out of him. He looked at you, seeing your body language morph from defense to attack mode.
“Excuse me?”, you snarled at the man, eyebrows high.
“Honey, a cute little thing like you deserves to be on the arm of someone who knows how to say ‘no’ to seconds.”, he smiles, then points his thumb to Frankie. “Him? He’s a fat guy with a gut that needs some fucking discipline drilled into him. Not worth your time, kitten.”
Your jaw tightened and your eyes burned. “How fucking dare you…”, you growled, feeling your first tighten and pull back.
Frankie stepped in front of you, his back to the man, and gently putting his hands on your sides to guide you away. “Not worth it, baby. Remember, you’re here for work. I’m okay, Mouse. Walk away.”, he said in a hushed tone, eyes trying to connect with yours, but you kept moving your head shooting daggers at the man.
“Did you hear what he said about you?!”, you barked, trying to get around Frankie to get back to the man, but he held you back. “No, it’s not okay, Frankie! Let me go!”
You ripped Frankie’s hands off you. Stomping towards the man, Frankie desperately tried to get another grip on you.
“What’s your problem, huh?”, you bark at the man, jabbing his chest with your finger.
“Baby’s got a temper.”, he cooed, then sneered at Frankie. “She a lot to handle, fat boy?”
You felt flames burning through your veins and you wanted blood. “Call him that again. I fucking dare you.”, you snarled.
The man’s grin started to fall, the feral look in your eye caught him off guard, and he spat, “Crazy whore. Hey, fat boy, get your bitch on a leash when you’re in public next time.”, then turned to walk away.
You went to lunge at him, but Frankie caught you.
“Mouse, stop. Come on… you need to cool down.”, he said in calm yet stern tone while he held you back. He could feel you trying to pull out of his grip, but he held firm.
You hadn’t caused a huge scene but there were some spectators still watching you both, and Frankie needed to get you out of there.
Elise and Molly had witnessed the whole thing and informed you that the man was no more than a temp filling it at one of the other firms. It didn’t help. He’d insulted Frankie – your Frankie. You were furious.
Frankie thanked the ladies, and as you walked down to the parkade, he looked dejected. The words had gotten to him and you could not allow them to sit and fester in his mind. Your fists were balled so tight you thought you might break your fingers at the thought that those words made him feel as bad you felt angry.
Getting down to the parking lot, he unlocked the passenger side door for you and went to open it, but you slammed it closed and pushed Frankie up against the truck, caging him in between your hands.
“Mouse? honey… what’s-”, Frankie asked, confused.
“I love that you love to eat. I love feeling your weight on me when you fuck me.”, you growled aggressively between deep breaths.
 “I love knowing that this,”, your hands grabbed his belly, giving it a quick, firm shake, and Frankie let out a small whine. “This is because you love to stuff yourself on the food I make you.”
“I love knowing that when I’m done with you, your jeans don’t fit. I love knowing that no matter how much you eat, you will always have room for pussy.”
Frankie’s lips were parted, and he was panting. You were like watching a tornado – sublime, terrifying; he was awestruck.
“I love knowing that when you fuck me, I’m your princess.” You leaned in and ghosted your mouth over his. “Now get in the fucking truck, fat boy.”
Frankie crawled in the passenger side, and you hiked up your dress to your hips and crawled onto his lap, slamming the door behind you. You kissed him roughly, and Frankie moaned into your mouth, and you started to grind your hips into his.
You pulled back, hips still grinding, and ripped open the buttons to the dress shirt he had on, your heated gaze burning into his abdomen.
“You’re so fucking hot, Frankie…”, you panted, and your hands went to his belly, kneading and gripping him.
“Belly’s all for you, princess… getting fat for you.”, Frankie whined as he grabbed your waist with his large hands and ground up into you.
“Put the seat back.”, you moaned, continuing your gyrations and your fingers pressing into his chubby tummy.
Frankie adjusted the seat, you shifted back and opened his pants, pulling his leaking cock out. Frankie hooked a finger in your thong to pull it to the side, and you shifted over him and slid down on his member slowly.
Frankie watched your face as your adjusted to his size and held you but the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.
“Yeah, my feisty girl… look so fucking hot, ready to fight… no one fucks with my baby.”, he whispered against your lips before he opened his mouth and pushed his tongue into yours.
You started moving up and down, and you sat up from the kiss. You looked down at Frankie and saw his lust-blown eyes shaded by heavy eyelids, his reddened kissed lips and his belly marked red from your fingers and framed by the de-buttoned shirt. Your hands went to his stomach, and you started to ride him faster, holding on to him as you bottomed out on him repeatedly.
“Oh fuck… Mouse… oh my god… keep going… fuck… fuck… you feel so good… my fucking hero, baby…”, he cried out.
Your walls started to tremor, and your orgasm hit you. “Frankie… I’m…. oh god!”, you wailed.
“Close… pr-princess… m’close… oh fuck… fuck…”, Frankie whined followed by a strangled moan.
You could feel your mixed spend seeping out and coating his lap and your thighs as both panted. No doubt the truck had been rocking and it certainly wasn’t soundproof, but neither of you cared in that moment.
You flopped on top of him, he hands went to your back, and rubbed soothingly, while he planted kisses in your hair and whispered, “Sucha good girl… love you so much, princess… deep breaths, honey… deep breaths…”
You felt completely fucked out and were ready for bed. Once Frankie was able to get into the driver’s seat, he turned on the truck and right before he pulled out the of the stall, he saw the man sitting in the car parked across from you, eyes wide.
Frankie smiled and winked at him before he exited the parkade.  
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leggerefiore · 1 year
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Since it's popped up a couple of times is it alright to ask for a dribble, or something along those lines of s/o proposing to Emmet and Ingo? You have mentioned that both would probably say yes, but both would have different reactions (Emmet would be sort of relived that his s/o asked, and Ingo a bit disappointed that he hadn't been the one to pop the question). I guess I just think it would be neat to see how you think it would play out.
cw: fluff, marriage proposals to the twins
▲Ingo▼
● It was odd for you to suddenly suggest a date to the man. While it was his day off, and he had no previous plans, he felt a bit confused why you were suddenly so insistent on visiting Anville together. You had claimed that you read a rare type of car was being repaired there, but he knew that was untrue as he checked there every day in case. Still, you wanted to go. He agreed, of course, getting out of the house with you always sounded lovely to him.
● The train ride over was quiet mostly, with only a light conversation with you about his hometown. He had lived there until his graduation of school, which saw him and his brother moving to Nimbasa to pursue a higher education and try to become professional trainers. “Though, I now view Nimbasa as my home,” Ingo told you easily, “The most important things in my life are there… You're there.” A chuckle came from you as your hand grasped his warmly. Both of you departed from the train to see the rail yard eagerly.
● Ingo would admit he babbled on and on about the train currently out on display and spoke at length about its preference in his overall tier list. He expected you to get bored quickly, as usually only his twin could stand these long tirades, but you softly smiled at him and looked fascinated in his words. His chest felt warm, and he softly wrapped an arm around your shoulders. Admittedly, this was a fine date. The rail yard here was one of his favourite places.
● Yet, as the time slipped away and the already late afternoon faded into the evening sunset, he felt himself ready to return home and enjoy a night in at your side. Before either of you could go, you pulled him into a secluded area with little people. Ingo shifted his eyes nervously as you knelt down before him. His eyes went wide when you produced a ring from the pocket of your coat. The bright golden band flashed into his brain as you uttered words he had failed to comprehend for a moment. “Will you become my husband, Ingo?” you asked him with eyes full of adoration and love.
● He gasped, hands clapping over his mouth as his hair was caught in the wind for a moment. Was this serious? An actual thing was happening to him? It felt unreal. No matter how many times he blinked, however, nothing changed. He took your hands with a shaky breath and felt a rare smile drift across his stoic countenance. It felt bad that his first thought was that he would have preferred to have been the one who proposed to you, but he was never going to turn down such a heartfelt gesture.
● He took the ring and spoke, “Of course, dearest…” His voice was gentle, and you easily slipped the ring from into his hands to onto his finger. The colour was an offset from his cooler, silvery colour scheme, but it suited him perfectly. He embraced you tightly and felt himself let out a few sobs as too many emotions wrecked him. It was hard for him to hide his emotions in the best of times, and even more difficult here. You pulled away to cup his cheeks and press a kiss to his lips.
“… Oh, and dearest? Would you mind if I got you your own engagement ring, right? I… I wanted to propose to you as well…”
▽Emmet△
○ Emmet was not suspicious at all when you invited him out to a date at the Nimbasa amusement park. It was a thing that people often visited in the city, and he found himself there quite often when he was visiting Elesa. He was actually just wondering if you two should go on a date somewhere himself, so it was perfectly in line with what he wanted on his day off. His offer to invite Elesa being turned down, however, caught his interest. Did you want alone time with him? It made him giggle.
○ The walk to the amusement park was always one that was a bit arduous. Emmet always wished to pop into the Gear Station to check up on how everything was doing, whether any powerful trainers had miraculously popped up. You kept a firm hold on his hand and chided him for turning into a mini-Ingo. His laughter was a bit much, but he pecked a kiss to your cheek. “Am I too much like my twin?” he joked, “Are you worried your verrrrry sweet Emmy is turning into a loud old man?” You had to check your own laughter at him calling his own brother an old man.
○ The date was exhilarating, like the many that had come before it. The roller coaster was still always his favourite ride, loving everything about its functioning. Emmet would admit he bluntly explained to you how it worked as you gave an eye roll. Your reply that anything vaguely train-like intrigued him was something that warmed his heart. Even dragging you along to see a runway show was met with little pushback. Emmet felt a bit entranced by the atmosphere of Elesa's gym every time he visited, and the battles left him even more contented.
○ Yet, as he planned for the day to wind down into you both heading back home, you took his hand and brought him to the line for the Ferris wheel. He tilted his head for a moment before smiling. Of course. The main attraction of the Nimbasa amusement park. As you two rode the spinning wheel, he felt a bit at ease. The motion was calming. When it stopped at the top, he felt entranced by the city's shining lights, but even more so when you pulled out a small box from your pocket. Pulling it back to reveal a silver band inside, you spoke, “Em… You make every day so fun.” His heart was pounding in his chest. “Will you marry me?”
○ He, then, off set the balance of the gondola as he embraced you tightly and pecked kisses all your face. “Yes! Of course!” he cooed and eagerly put on the ring. It sparkled oddly in the low light but impressed him nonetheless. Emmet would never admit it aloud, but he was relieved you asked the question over him. It had been on his mind, with both Elesa and Ingo encouraging him endlessly to do it, but it left him nervous and distressed. With how many people viewed him so immaturely, he wondered if he was even ready for such a jump in his life.
○ As you both descended from the Ferris wheel, you jumped when Emmet dragged you to the Gear Station and hunted down Ingo to tell him the news. The unamused look from the older twin as he scribbled out his paperwork to something of pure and utter joy for his brother was something that would be remembered for years to come. “Thank you, darling,” he cooed as you both walked home, “I promise I'll be the best husband ever.” His bright grin and bright eyes betrayed his actual but left him striking under the city's lights.
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englishstrawbie · 7 months
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august 25th : string lights
The porch is one of Carina’s favourite things about their new house. It reminds her of her grandparents’ home and the summers that she spent playing in their yard when she was a young girl under their watchful eyes from their own porch. Nonno built a small playhouse for her and she would spend hours in it, with her dolls and colouring books and the doctor’s set that Mama bought her for her sixth birthday.
One year, at Christmas, Nonno surprised her by hanging a string of lights all around its edges. It looked so pretty that Carina insisted that they stay up all year round. She had loved that playhouse.
She smiles at the memory and thinks about all the hours they will spend watching their own children grow up in this yard. Focussing at the task in hand, Carina stretches up, trying to reach the wooden beams to pin her own set of string lights along the porch roof. She can’t quite reach, so grabs a nearby chair and climbs up, using small silver tacks to secure the lights along the fascia.
“You’d better be careful up there,” Maya says as she steps out from the kitchen and onto the porch, an iced tea in each hand.
Carina rolls her eyes. “I want to put up these lights before the evenings start to get darker.”
Maya places the two glasses on the small table adorned with fresh flowers from the garden. They moved in a month ago and Carina has already filled the yard with new plants. She hasn’t bothered with a colour scheme, the yard is a mix of reds and pinks and yellows and blues purples.
“You want some help?” Maya offers as she watches Carina stretch a little bit further to secure the next tack.
“No,” Carina says stubbornly. “I can do it.”
Her tongue pokes out of the side of her mouth in concentration and Maya smiles at how cute she looks. Normally, she would settle in one of the chairs and leave her wife to it, but she can see what is about to happen. Carina leans a little too far and the chair beneath her feet tips forwards. It wedges itself between the balusters for a moment and Carina thinks she can fix her balance, but suddenly the back of the chair slips and she is falling towards the floor.
Maya jumps forwards and catches her wife, wincing a little as she lands with a jolt in her arms, the strength in her legs being tested as she tries not to topple to the ground herself. Grateful for all those hours in the gym, Maya stays standing as she lowers Carina to the ground.
“Don’t,” Carina cuts her off before she can gloat.
“Are you sure you don’t want some help?” Maya asks, trying to hide her smile.
Carina huffs as she hands Maya the box of tacks in her hand. “Fine. But you have to put them up like I tell you, they have to be just right.”
Just like Nonno had pinned them on her playhouse.
Maya nods. “You’re the boss.”
Carina smiles and leans in to kiss Maya’s warm cheek. “Yes, I am.”
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ohtobeleah · 4 months
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Okay so first thing that popped into my head when you asked for Christmas concepts is of course for Jekyll and Hyde because I just love them.
I don’t know the timeline in times of months but I assume the first Christmas between happens before they’re official and in my head it’s after they have their little break down so the official unofficial part of their relationship but obviously Mickey doesn’t really know what to do for Logan for Christmas because he always thought Sophie would be there. So Hyde steps in and helps decorate on like the 23rd and she already had gifts for Logan (and Fanboy) on standby so she just comes over to decorate the tree and bake cookies and does all the things he wanted to do but didn’t know how to. And the whole time Mickey is just following her around and being her elf and the end the night with a Christmas movie and some cookies they baked for Santa.
Bonus concept that Hyde got them matching/coordinating pajamas for Christmas Eve/christmas morning
🥺 I definitely see this happening and Hyde being all like “I’m doing this for Logan, don’t get any ideas.” Because it’s still red hot feelings to f not being good enough for Mickey. Especially after the whole “get out of my fucking house!” Episode he pulled after the first time you guys spend the night together romantically.
But it’s just the little things, helping to decorate the house, baking cookies that Logan can suck on. The soft kind he won’t choke on or really have to chew.
I see this particular series Christmas being very multicoloured, like traditional Christmas lights instead of a colour scheme. It’s all mismatched and homie. Warm and inviting.
“I’m gonna head off.” You say after everything’s done. “Keep the cookies and I put a few gifts under the tree.”
“Hyde—why don’t you stay.” It’s just a juxtaposition to when Mickey kicked you out that it kinda catches you off guard. You just stand there blank faces trying to navigate what to do next.
“So you can kick me out again in the morning once the Christmas haze wears off?” You don’t me to sound so rude but it really hurt you. “No thanks.”
And before you can turn around and leave the living room where you’d just helped Mickey turn on all the lights so that the room is lit up in reds greens yellows and blues, he’s reaching out.
“No, no not so that I can kick you out again, I want you to stay, here with me always.” And that’s when you let your heart take the lead and kiss Mickey for the first time since he made you leave his home. It’s a soft fleeting moment but it’s just perfect. Until you pull back.
“I’m still gonna go.”
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Little White Lie
Happy 1st of December!! It’s officially socially acceptable to start celebrating Christmas, never mind that I’ve had all my decorations up since mid-Nov.
Enjoy a fluffy little Elriel + kids fic to celebrate the start of the festive season! 🥂☃️💙❄️🎄
Elriel. Fluff. 1k words. Modern AU.
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Azriel wrestled with the organised containers Elain stored all the Christmas decorations in, trying to avoid the cobwebs in the garage. He’d already pulled out nine large, labelled containers, but she had insisted he bring all twelve of them up to the house so she could settle on the colour scheme for this year.
Yanking out yet another box, dust fell from the top of it, settling in his hair and onto his eyelashes, causing him to shake his head like a dog, holding back the impulse to sneeze.
“Dad, mama said not to forget the box with the lights in it!” His six-year-old son was beyond excited, helping him lug boxes up to the house as Azriel pulled them all out of their various hiding places.
Pulling the final two out of the high shelving units, he handed the lightest of them to Benedict and grabbed the other three, running a hand through his dusty hair once more, the feeling of something crawling down his neck now making the hairs at his nape stand on end.
“Yep, got ‘em all kiddo. Let’s go.”
Entering the house through the back sliding door, Elain and Rue looked up from the cookies they were decorating, his daughter sitting on the wide kitchen island, her legs tucked beneath her as she helped her mum pipe icing onto the star and tree shaped biscuits.
Her hazel eyes snapped up as she heard her father walk into the house, a squeal peeling from her little chest as she all but leaped onto his back as he passed by the kitchen holding the last of the Christmas boxes.
Elain just laughed, used to Rue’s spirited nature, not even blinking when her daughter threw herself off the bench, trusting Azriel would catch her every time.
“I LOVE Christmas daddy!” she exclaimed excitedly.
Rue had latched herself onto her father’s back, her strong little arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her sticky fingers smeared green icing onto the skin below his jaw as she dangled down his back like a baby koala clutching onto its mother.
Chuckling at his mischievous daughter, Azriel crouched, dropping the boxes he still held whilst allowing Rue’s socked feet to touch the floor, the four-year-old bounding off to open boxes as soon as he’d let her down.
Elain was just placing the final touches on a star shaped cookie when she strolled over to Azriel, the shortbread treat held between her slender fingers.
“All twelve containers?” she asked, a content smile lighting up her face as she brought the cookie up to her husband’s lips.
“All twelve containers,” he confirmed, before craning his neck and taking almost the entire biscuit into his mouth. He chewed, moaning at the taste as his eyes bore into his wife’s, his hazel irises dilating as she looked back up at him, her teeth sinking deliciously into her full bottom lip.
Elain licked the remaining frosting off her own fingers, the heat from his gaze reflected back in her own eyes. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his in a sweet, chaste kiss, tasting the sugar from the treats she’s baked on each other.
Behind them, they could hear boxes being ripped open as their children excitedly pulled out all manner of ornaments and decorations, when Rue gasped.
Breaking their kiss, Azriel and Elain swivelled toward the sound of their daughter’s soft exclamation. Held in her little hands was a large mass of red, velvet cloth with white faux fur lining the cuffs and waist band.
“Daddy!” Rue squealed. “Why are Santa’s pants here?”
His daughter had found the Santa costume the family used on Christmas Eve when they all got together. Cassian was usually tasked with sneaking off after dinner to dress up and come in with a sack full of presents.
Rue looked scandalised; her hazel eyes blown wide with astonishment. Even Benedict looked on quietly, his warm brown eyes flicking questioningly from his mother, then his father, then back to the bright red pants.
Azriel scrambled, wracking his brain for an excuse. The last thing he ever wanted to do was ruin his children’s innocent sense of magic. Benedict and Rue deserved a sweet, wonderful life. So did Elain. Heaven knows he had never been granted the same luxury, and he always made a conscious effort to do everything in his power to be the father his own had never been for him. His entire life revolved around Elain and their children’s happiness. Besides, he loved that they both believed in Santa, and he wasn’t ready for their little dreams to be crushed.
“Umm, well Rue,” Azriel stammered, running a nervous hand through his hair as he bought himself time to make up an excuse. “We have Santa’s pants because… mama does his dry cleaning.”
He took a stab in the dark, holding his breath for their reaction.
Luckily, his kids took the bait, their faces transforming from looks of concern and confusion to impressed admiration.
“Really? Wow,” Rue breathed, her eyes going wide with wonder.
Benedict looked at his mother with the same reverence as Rue did, his gentle constitution leaving him in awe of Elain at the slightest thing.
“Cool!”
Elain just chuckled, a smile lifting the corners of her mouth as she shot a look at Azriel to say Santa’s dry cleaning?! That’s the best you could come up with?
Azriel just shrugged, relieved he had managed to say something to save their innocence for a little while longer.
Elain, squeezing Azriel’s bicep in understanding, added, “Oh absolutely, Santa has been trusting me with his laundry for years!”
She made sure the serious look on her face left no room for further questioning from her children’s curious minds.
“Wow…” Rue repeated, now looking at the pants in her hands with wide eyes, holding them up as far as her little arms could stretch them. “Santa’s pants…”
“I can’t wait to tell Nyx!” Benedict breathed, his brown eyes alight with wonder.
Stifling a chuckle behind her hand, Elain turned back to the kitchen to finish off decorating the cookies. Azriel shot her a self-satisfied smirk, his raven hair falling into his eyes before he turned to the box of Christmas lights to get started on the decorations.
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