#i was also the ??? of honor/best ??? to my sibling and the wedding was right in the middle of the holidays

[cat-toess]

───── `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 LYNEY THOUGHTS...

✩: Wrote this lil thing so the Lyney enjoyers don't starve (I need a 200k wc fanfic with this gremlin in it) while I work on pt 2 of Love Sick （pt.2 of lovesick is out btw!)

✩: Lyney x gn!reader (intended, I sincerely apologize if not, please message me if you find any mistakes in terms of this topic! I will do my best to improve my writing :D), short,

✩: I love you if you got the reference between the image and some of the lines <3

✩"Watch carefully now, blink, and you might miss it."

✩ Lyney thoughts that feed my delusional brain include...

✩ Lyney who falls in love with you the moment he first sets his lavender eyes on you. He thinks you're far by the most breathtaking person he's ever had the honor to lay eyes on. ✩ Lyney who without hesitation asks you out on the spot. Resulting in you looking at him as if he just grew a second head. ✩ Lyney who falls even harder when you reject him (he knows he's corny, but you were just that ethereal?!) while you try explaining why you couldn't just date someone you just met like 30 seconds ago?  "Um but I don't even know you-"   "My name's Lyney. I have 2 siblings, Lynette and Freminet. And my birthday is February the 2nd. See you know me now right? So how about that date?" ✩ Lyney who continuously visits you at your workplace. Popping his head through the door and soon becoming a familiar face in the shop. ✩  Lyney who has that magician rizz and famous person privileges, which he uses to his advantage to somehow (?) make your co-workers agree to let him come into your office? ✩  Lyney who waltzes to your desk to sit near your workplace and talk to you all day. Who could blame him? You were the most perfect person in the world (in his eyes at least).  ✩  Lyney who just starts hiding random presents for you everywhere. You found a miniature grin-malkin cat in your bag once which exploded into doves the moment you touched it. But the presents also included magnificent flowers, each hand-picked by the blonde magician himself (the flowers meanings were also carefully picked out as well, who did you think Lyney was? Some uncultured brute who didn't know how to impress someone?)  ✩  Lyney who uses 'magic' to remind you about that date offer. You'd find a slip of paper in your pockets saying "how about that date?" He once gave you a latte with poorly scribbled words on the foam (kind of like latte words? Is that even a thing?) saying "Will you go on a date with me?" He even went as far as to ring your doorbell to deliver a toilet paper roll with the words  "Roses are red violets are blue, consider going on a date with me, will you?" drawn on to every sheet of it. (He's trying okay) ✩ Lyney who nearly cries tears of joy when you finally agree to the date. "Really? No take backs okay? But don't worry I'll make sure you won't regret a single second of your decision." he simpers. ✩ Lyney who, true to his word, planned out the most romantic date you had ever been on. Showing you marvelous magic tricks he invented just for you, taking you to a lovely rolling meadow full of rainbow roses to go star gazing. With a flick of his wand, a picnic blanket was laid out and on top of it was the most mouth watering selection of food you had ever seen. From local dishes to foreign ones, this man had prepared it all. Just for you <3 ✩ Lyney who felt like the luckiest man in the world when you gave him a little peck on the lips, telling him you were looking forward to the next date. He heads home with a giddy expression on his face, practically illuminating half the nation with his aura. (I just know Lynette looked at him weird when he came home looking like that) ✩  Lyney who just loves you so much he would do anything for you. "I would do anything for you, if you want the moon I'll scoop it right out of the sky. All you need to do is ask." ✩ Lyney who has your wedding certificates already printed. What? It's not his fault that you're so lovable. Right? ✩ Lyney who whines how he wants your caskets to be buried next to each other (if possible he wants you two to be in the same casket) ✩ Lyney who would leave a flower with a card attached to it every day.  Each card containing a unique poem he composed himself, talking about his unwavering adoration for you. ✩ Lyney who's just a silly little goober that's down bad for you. 

✩ Lyney who waits for you while you're tying your shoes. Sometimes even tying them for you (much to your embarrassment) 

✩ Lyney who carries you bridal style, whether you're taller or shorter than him, it doesn't matter! 

✩ Lyney who intertwines pinkies with you in public, because he's worried you'll get lost. Like he isn't the one that goes wandering off. ✩ Lyney who rants about how perfect you are to his siblings. A string of never ending compliments run out of his mouth "They are like the sun, I wouldn't even have to look at them to notice their presence-" "Oh for the last time Lyney, It's 4 AM!" ✩ Lyney who like to relentlessly tease you whenever he gets the chance to. Putting a finger up to your lips as you lean in for a kiss. Smirking and cooing at your expression. ✩ Just Lyney who loves you to the moon and back <3

@cat-toess 2023 please do not plagiarize or copy on other sites <3 Reblogs are appreciated, but please give credit :D if you have feedback please refrain from being offensive <3

Extra note: I forgot to tag this when I first posted it- 😞

[galatially]

❝𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐣𝐨𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 x 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 — i don't want to just be a passing ship in the night; what's that tradition about the bridal party? the groomsman and the maid of honor always hook up?

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 8.4K

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝟏𝟖+, strong language, penetrative sex, anal play, strangers to lovers, wedding shenanigans, groom & maid of honor shenanigans, slow burn, slight angst (it's me lol), honorifics (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, baby girl)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — yay for this finally seeing the light of day! and i've been to two weddings now so i can write from experience and i'm excited all over again lol. this also was a behemoth so yay for that

The warm summer air kissed along the tops of your shoulders, skirting your coils along in its stride. The low hum of smooth jazz played behind you as you took a sip of the wine you’d been nursing for the better part of an hour and let out a breath. 

You heard your name. “There you are!”

Well, shit. 

You playfully groaned and turned to face your older sister, the soon-to-be Mrs. Samuel Wilson. “Damn it! I thought this was the best hiding place!”

Nikki chuckled and bumped her shoulder against yours. “You haven’t won a game of hide and seek against me since you’ve been born. Give it up.” She tipped her chin to the half full wine glass. “Sam said he saw you knock back two flutes of champagne and then you disappeared. You good?”

“Yeah. Well, no.” You shook your head. “I’m just nervous.”

“Don’t worry,” Nikki said, looping her arm through her yours. “You’re one of the best speakers I know.”

“I guess.”

Nikki knitted her brows together. “What’s wrong?”

Your eyes flitted to the lilac sky. “Do you miss them? Mom and Dad?”

“You haven’t asked about them in years.”

You raised a shoulder. “I don’t know. I was just thinking earlier that you’re getting married tomorrow and that they weren’t going to be here. You’d think that they’d remember they have children for more than two seconds, y’know? Their eldest child is getting married, for Christ’s sake!” 

Arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you backward. Though you were several inches taller than your sister, the hugs she gave dwarfed you both. You circled your arms around Nikki’s waist and buried your face in the curve of her shoulder. 

“You’re such a worrier.” Nikki pulled back and put a hand on your cheek. “You are all the family I need to be here. Fuck what anyone else has to say about it.”

“But Sam — ”

“Sam loves me, with or without parents. He knew that coming into this relationship and hasn’t left yet.” Her lips pulled into a half smile. “Besides, who else is going to deal with me post-wedding?”

You gave her a flat look. “Your husband, dumbass.”

“Nope,” Nikki sang. “My loving, favorite baby sister will be.”

“I’m your only sibling, Nik.” You moved out of your sister’s embrace, a smile working its way to your lips. “Now you’re being gooey and that’s gross. We can’t let them know that we actually like each other.”

“Shut up. You love me.” A voice called to her from behind. “I’ll be right there!” She looked back to you. “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” You waved her off. “I’ll meet you inside in a bit.” 

“Okay.” Nikki pulled you in for another hug. “Be quick.” She turned and walked to her fiancé’s proffered hand. His gaze found yours for a half a second before he gave her a soft smile. 

You loved Sam; he was the safe harbor that Nikki needed after spending the better part of her teenage and young adult life taking care of you. Of course, Nikki took it all in stride and assured you that she wouldn’t have changed her life for another one. 

But when Sam came into her life, there was someone else to share her burdens with. Someone to confide in with things you couldn’t understand. She found an equal, a man ready to include her in every aspect of his life. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner for Nikki. 

But a part of you — a small, insecure part you often had to force down — felt out of place in their world. You were the kid sister, the child Nikki raised when she was barely older than a child herself. What place would you have in her life once they were married? 

Yes, you’d been on your own for quite a few years since Nikki and Sam met but you always came back home to them. That would all change after Saturday. 

No. 

You were happy, ecstatic. This weekend wasn’t about you and your woes. It was about celebrating two people you loved most in the world. 

Sam called out to you, worry in his tone. 

“Coming!” You took one more look up at the sky before making the trek back to the hotel.

“Whose side are you from?”

You turned towards the voice beside you, your glass hovering in front of your lips. “Excuse me?”

A few errant black curls poorly masked deep-set and sharp dark eyes that burned into yours. Amused by your response, his lips quirked at the ends. “Are you from the bride’s side or the groom’s?”

“Oh.” You set your glass down. “Maid of honor and sister to the bride.”

Recognition colored his features, his index finger raised to you. “Sam told me about you!” 

Your brows pulled down. “That sounds ominous.” 

“No, no! I mean, they were all good things, I swear! Just —” He let out a nervous chuckle. “I’m messing this up.”

“Oh, most definitely,” you said, smiling. “But keep going. I want to see where this goes.”

He smiled and leaned in close, giving you a once over. “How about this?” He held up a hand. “My name is Joaquín Torres. My friends call me Joaco. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

A corner of your mouth quirked up as you took his hand and said your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“So is this your first? Wedding, I mean.”

“It is. None of my friends are anywhere near being ready to walk the aisle,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “You?”

His smile was bright as he playfully motioned to himself. It did something to you, prickled your skin and tightened your belly. “I’m a professional groomsman.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“I don’t know what it is, but whenever my friends get married, they immediately think of me. I’m pretty sure I went to, like, seven weddings last summer.”

You held up your glass to him. “Impressive. Have you ever been best man?”

Joaquín smiled, his right cheek dimpling. “Not yet.”

“Same here.” You clapped a hand to your face. “I mean, that it’s my first time being maid of honor.” 

He laughed quietly. “You’re fine.”

“Please, talk more so that I can push down my embarrassment.” 

“Okay, uh, where are you coming from?” 

“Technically, I’m visiting from Georgia, but I’m from New York. Brooklyn.”

Joaquín raised a brow. “What’s in Georgia?”

You let out a half-scoff, half-chuckle, your index finger circling the mouth of your glass. “I just got out of a shitty relationship with this guy a few months back, so I impulsively took a remote position in Atlanta.”

“Well, that’s…interesting.”

“I have the lovely tendency to fall in love recklessly and hopelessly.” You took a long sip of your drink. “Even if I know that that person doesn’t feel the same way about me.”

He lifted a shoulder. “Beats being so oblivious that you don’t even notice when people like you and you spend most of your time pining over them just for them to say that they were flirting the whole time.”

“If I were flirting with you, you’d know,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. 

Your name left his tongue in a drawl. “Are you coming onto me?”

Your face warmed. You gave a weak snort. “Yeah, right. Don’t flatter yourself.” Joaquín’s knuckles brushed up against the back of your fingers. You gripped your glass tighter. “So, I guess that means we’re aisle buddies, huh?” 

Aisle buddies? Really?

“We are. I promise not to let you fall.”

You raised a brow. “Did you just quote Twilight to me?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He tipped his chin to your glass. “Rum and Coke?”

“Jack and Coke. They only had spiced rum and I’m not a fan.”

“I love a girl who loves her whiskey.” 

You laughed. “You’d have especially liked me in college, then. I was a whiskey drinking machine.” You splayed your free hand along the top of the bar. “Was even known to dance on a few tables.”

“Now that I’d love to see.”

You knocked back the rest of your drink and put a hand on Joaquín’s knee, a smile creeping onto your lips. You were no stranger to a little harmless flirting every now and again. But here, with this bright, infectious man, your words could mean something headier. Something more…suggestive. “Those days are behind me.” 

“Well now I’m sad that I didn’t get a chance to see you in your prime.”

You rested your chin on your palm, giving him a once over. “We can’t be that far apart in age, can we? You’re, like, twenty-nine at minimum.”

Joaquín leaned closer, his cologne permeating your senses. “I just turned twenty-eight.”

“So, a year older, depending on your birthday,” you quipped, “good to know I’m not the only twenty-something in the wedding party.” 

You went back and forth like this for some time. You shared childhood stories of you and Nikki and he told you stories about his and Sam’s time in university. 

“You don’t peg me as the frat guy type,” you remarked at one point. 

“I get that a lot. I was a freshman by the time Sam and Steve were chapter president and vice president, respectively. ” He rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous chuckle passing his lips. “I honestly didn’t think I’d get in. I bullshitted through the rush questions and barely made it through the challenges but, somehow, I got in.”

You smiled. “And made a new friend as dorky as you are.”

Joaquín laughed. “Sam’s great. I couldn’t have asked for a better frat brother. I was really surprised when he asked me to be one of his groomsmen. I haven’t really kept in touch as well as I wanted to, but it’s been great seeing him and hanging out with him again.”

“That’s sweet. His best man, Steve, is the blond, right?”

He nodded. “They’ve been friends since they were in high school, I think. Their friend, Bucky, is also a groomsman.”

“I practically begged Nikki to have one of her friends or her sorors be her maid of honor and she looked at me like I was crazy.”

“Sam said that she basically raised you.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “He’s such a sweetheart. Our parents are narcissists, to put it plainly. They love each other fine, but they couldn’t extend that to us. At first, it was just leaving an eight year old Nikki in charge of a two year old for a couple hours every other week. Then, they wouldn’t come home some days. 

“Nikki made the best of it, though. She’d make sure that I never realized how bad things were until I was old enough to understand. By then, we were living with our grandmother and she finally got to be a teenager, you know?” You dabbed at your eyes. “She took it harder than I did. She knew our parents longer so them leaving hurt her more than it ever could me.”

“I’m sorry.” Joaquín put a hand on your elbow. “Your parents don’t deserve either one of you.”

You waved him off. “I know. I’m just glad that she gets her own happiness for once. Sam’s a good guy.” You gave a light shrug. “And he likes me for some reason which makes me question his sanity.”

“I’ve only known you for,” he glanced at his wristwatch, “a little over two hours and I like you.”

“You barely know me enough to say that you like me.”

“So let me get to know you, then. We have all weekend, don’t we?”

The DJ announced last call and you both locked gazes. Gooseflesh spread along your arms and your heart beat against your chest. Your hand was still above his knee, fingers splayed out wide. Your eyes were on him but focused on hazy thoughts in your head. What would his lips feel like if you touched the very tip of your finger against them? Your lips?

He was probably a great kisser. Dominant, needy —

“Hey.”

You blinked and snatched your hand away. “Sorry! I, uh — just a little tipsy, I guess.”

Joaquín smiled. “It’s fine. I was saying that it was getting late and I could walk you up to your room.”

“No, I’m good. The walk should sober me up some.” You stood up. “It was nice meeting you, Joaquín Torres.”

“You, too. I’ll be the best aisle buddy you’ve ever had.” 

“You’re going to hold that against me all weekend, aren’t you?”

He ran a hand through his curls. “I’m going to run it into the ground.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile creeping up on your lips, and turned on your heel to leave.

Despite being a tad bit hungover, you were still fairly refreshed.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Joaquín, your mind making him a feature in a hazy dream you half-remembered. There was a genuineness to him that you admired, a warmth that you wanted bask in for a long time. The way that he gave you his undivided attention as you rambled or even when you weren’t speaking made your heart flutter in your chest.

What was that saying about the bridal party and groomsmen at weddings? 

“Nice to see you again, aisle buddy.”

Speak of the Devil. 

Your lips quirked. “Good morning, Mr. Torres.”

He ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Unlike the slicked back style from last night, the longer part of his hair was set in loose curls and fell in his eyes. The barest hint of a five o’ clock shadow lined his angular cheeks and jaw. He was so damn attractive. So unfair. 

“How did you sleep?”

“Very well, thank you.” He gave you a warm smile. “And yourself?”

You hummed as you lifted your shoulders in a shrug. “Pretty good.” You pointed a thumb over your shoulder. “Did you see the omelet bar the hotel has going?”

“I did. I got a veggie omelet and turkey bacon.” He held up his coffee mug. “Did you get any coffee? They said it’s Colombian.”

You shook your head and nodded to your teacup. “I’m weaning myself off of caffeine.” You tipped your chin towards the slip of paper beside his plate. “Is that the itinerary Nikki slid under everyone’s doors?”

“It is. On today’s agenda: ballroom dancing from noon to one; walking tour of the church from one-thirty to two-fifteen; the bridal party and the groomsmen go to their final fittings at three-thirty.” He shook his head and chuckled. “She’s efficient, your sister.”

“She’s been planning this day since she, like, was eleven.” You took a piece of turkey bacon from Joaquín’s plate. You didn’t react to the flit of his gaze as he watched you bring the food to your lips. You chewed slowly, innocently, your eyes on his. 

The faintest hint of a smirk played at his lips. “You enjoying that bacon, sweetheart?”

“Very much.” You licked your lips and threw him a bright smile. “You should ask Nikki her about her wedding binder. She started making it when she was in middle school and finished it before my junior year of high school.”

“Sounds like my cousin, Luisa.” Joaquín playfully groaned. “When she was thirteen, she and my mother spent an entire Sunday afternoon cutting out pictures from bridal and travel magazines and doodling in the margins about her perfect wedding when she got older.”

“That’s adorable.”

“So what about you? Any wedding binders stashed in an old bedroom somewhere?”

“I haven’t put much thought into getting married. I mean, I guess sometime down the line I’d like to get married but maybe not, you know? Maybe I’m not the settling down type.” You lifted a shoulder and looked to Joaquín. “What about you? Is there someone back home you’re ready to settle down with?”

“I don’t know about that but there is someone that I’d love to get to know better.”

You playfully bumped your elbow with his. “Do they have a name?”

Joaquín gave a conspiratorial grin as he raised his mug to his lips. “I’ll tell you later.”

Sam called out to you, cackling. “Lookin’ good out there!”

“Fuck off, Wilson!” 

You turned back to Joaquín, rolling your eyes as the dance instructor yelled for you to loosen up. When you stepped on his foot for the third time, you winced. “Sorry!”

He chuckled as he gave your hips a reassuring squeeze. “You’re fine, Y/N. Just breathe.”

You nodded, your eyes going back to your feet. You don’t know how many months you spent begging your sister to take you out of the dance portion of the reception. Even as children, you were so awkward that you didn’t dare try to mimic the fluid rhythms your sister and cousins displayed. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch partners?” You nodded towards one of your sister’s sorority sisters. “Paula is a much better dancer and she’s really funny.”

Joaquín threw his head back and laughed. “I’m sure she’s great but you’ve charmed me from the moment you very brazenly flirted with me at the bar. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

You snorted, small smile growing in the curves of your mouth. “Shut up. You flirted with me first.” 

“There’s that smile.” His fingers tapped your waist. “Follow my lead, okay? I’ve got you.”

The instructor clapped out another eight count and Joaquín swept you off of your feet, literally and figuratively. You beamed as you both glided across the floor, amazed that you hadn’t stopped the beautiful flow he was creating. 

“See? You’re a natural,” he said, pride in his tone. 

His warm gaze took the breath from your lungs so all you could do was nod. 

“All right, class!” The instructor clapped their hands. “That’s all for today! Great job!” They nodded to you and Joaquín. “Especially from you two.” 

Your face burned as your sister and her friends cheered. 

You turned to Joaquín. “You’re a saint, you know that?”

He waved off your words. “You’re not as bad as you think you are. Just got to let those nerves go.” He leaned in closer. “Did you want to grab lunch? There’s a little bistro near the hotel that I wanted to try. “

Nikki appeared suddenly, smiling at Joaquín. “You don’t mind me stealing your partner, do you?”

“Nikki — ”

“Don’t keep her away too long.” He’d said the words so casually, so easy. Like he’d been asked about the weather or what sports team he rooted for. “She still hasn’t told me more about her whiskey weekends.”

Your face warmed as your sister’s wide brown eyes found yours. “Whiskey weekends, huh?”

You ignored her, your eyes on him. “How about dinner instead? Seven okay?”

Joaquín’s cheeks dimpled as he smiled. “Seven is perfect.” He nodded to your sister. “She’s all yours, boss.”

“Bye, Joaquín.”

You grabbed Nikki’s wrist and dragged her towards the exit, her laugh echoing throughout the studio. When you reached the parking lot, you fixed her with a glare. “What the hell was that!”

She feigned surprise. “What?”

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She crossed her arms. “Joaco and I are —”

“So, it’s Joaco, now?” You groaned. “C’mon, anybody would have to blind to not see the way you two look at each other! He’s hot, you’re hot. What’s the problem?”

“Not the point,” you deadpanned. “I barely know him. We probably won’t even see each other after the wedding so what’s the point starting something we won’t finish?”

“Who says you won’t finish it? You literally told me last week that you were thinking of moving back.”

“He lives in the city?”

Nikki frowned. “Did he not tell you that? He and Sam work together. He used to live in Arizona but when Sam and Steve asked if he wanted to go into business with them, he relocated.”

That changed things. It had been easier to imagine a torrid coupling that ended with you never crossing paths again, but if he’d be living in the city — working with Sam, whose company wasn’t that far from where you lived — made your belly clench. 

“Huh.”

“Is that a ‘huh, I should listen to my sister for once and ask out the hot best man’ or ‘huh, I’m about to overthink everything because now said best man is going to be close’?”

You flattened your features. “You’re so funny.”

A shit-eating grin stretched across Nikki’s face. “And brilliant and all-knowing. Don’t forget that.” Her smile fell some and she gave you a solemn look. “You know I’m just messing with you, right?”

“I know.”

“Hey.” She put a hand to your cheek. “Don’t do that.”

Your brows canted. “Do what?”

“Make that face,” she gestured with her hands, “and start thinking that something’s wrong with you.”

“Isn’t there? I was with Dante for, what, six months? He’s probably the longest relationship I’ve ever had and I hated every second of it.” You pressed the heel of your palm against your forehead. “Maybe I’m not built for forever, y’know?”

Nikki gathered you into her arms. “You’re nothing like them, do you hear me?” 

“Maybe I am, Nik. Maybe all I want is the idea of someone but not the person themselves. I don’t want to do that to Joaquín. He’s so sweet and funny and I’m just —” 

She pulled back, a smile on her lips. “You have so much love and care to give and anyone would be lucky to get to be loved by you.”

The corner of your mouth lifted. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m your sister, I don’t have to spare your feelings. But should anything go awry, I’ll be there to protect you and help pick up the pieces.” She held up her pinky finger. “Swear.”

You chuckled and looped your finger around hers. “Swear.”

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

Nikki had insisted on taking you shopping for a new outfit and you’d decided on a beautiful, form-fitting brown satin dress that stopped just above your knees and brown chunky platform heels. You kept your makeup fairly neutral and let your curls frame your face and hang down your shoulders and back. Around your neck were a simple gold necklace stack and gold rings adorned your fingers. 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve built my ego tenfold.” Your eyes glanced around the restaurant. “You didn’t say how nice this place was. We could’ve gone somewhere cheaper.”

A wolfish grin curled at the corners of Joaquín’s mouth. “How was I supposed to impress you if I just took you out to a drive-thru?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Chivalry doesn’t die just because you took me to Wendy’s. But thank you for asking me out.”

“I’m surprised you said yes, honestly.” You scoffed. “Hand to God! You’re one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met.”

“I don’t know about that. You and Sam must work with some pretty cool clients at the firm.”

“You’re infinitely cooler, sweetheart. Trust me.”

You pushed down the elation at hearing the pet name and set the menu down. “Tell me about yourself.”

He leaned in close. “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about your family. Do you have any siblings?”

“No siblings. My dad owns a mechanic shop and my mom and aunt run a small restaurant in Phoenix. I was born in Sonoita, Arizona, this tiny place with less than a thousand people.” 

“Coming to the city must’ve been a culture shock.”

Joaquín chuckled. “Hit me like a fuckin’ brick, let me tell you.”

“So, how’d you meet back up with Sam? I remember you saying that you lost touch after college.”

“After university, I applied to, maybe, fifty positions with over a hundred different corporate firms and I was striking out left and right. Sam messaged me on Instagram a little while later asking to catch up. When he first asked me to join his firm, I tuned him down.”

“Why?”

He lifted his shoulders. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Sam. He’s one of the best guys I know. But I didn’t want him to just give me a job, y’know?”

You nodded. “That’s fair but I don’t see Sam as being the type to hand out opportunities to just anyone. If he offered you a position, it’s because he believes in you.”

Joaquín smiled. “I suppose so.” 

Your server came back with your drink orders. He smiled at you, his notepad in hand. “And are we ready to order? We have a butternut squash risotto as one of our specials, if you’re interested.”

“That actually sounds delicious.” You looked to Joaquín. “Is it okay if I get that?”

“You get whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks burned and you, thankfully, didn’t stumble over reciting your order. As Joaquín spoke to the server, you couldn’t help giving him a once over. He wore a navy blue dress shirt that looked painted on, the top three buttons undone. His curls were messily styled and falling in his eyes. His face was clean-shaven save for his goatee and mustache. His big hands were adorned with silver rings. Much like the first night you met, your mouth watered at the thought of those hands on you. How rough or soft they’d feel against your skin. 

His gaze found yours and he winked at you. You needed him carnally. 

“I think he likes you.”

Your brows pulled down. “What?”

“Our server. He hasn’t stopped looking at you since we got here.” He chuckled. “I can’t blame him.”

“You’re doing it again.”

He raised a brow. “Doing what?”

“Flirting with me,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “Keep doing that and I’ll get the wrong idea.”

“Maybe it’s not the wrong idea. Maybe it’s right.”

“Look, Joaquín, I don’t know if it’s because of the wedding or if this is one of those rom-com scenarios, but I like you. A lot. But I’ve never been good at relationships and I don’t want to ruin whatever this is before it even gets off the ground.”

He put a hand over one of yours. “I’m willing to go as fast or as slow as you want to.”

“And what if you get tired of waiting for me?”

“How about we just get through dinner first, then the wedding, and we’ll meet each other in the middle?” Your food was sat down in front of you but his hand never left the top of yours. “If after this weekend, you don’t want to keep in touch, I won’t be upset.” He cocked his head to the side. “Okay, I might be a little upset but I’ll respect your decision.”

You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips. “I can do that.”

“Good.” He leaned back into his seat and picked up his fork, his eyes still on you. “Now, I have an important question to ask you.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Okay…”

“Do you like scary movies?”

“What’re you reading?”

You ducked your head between the pages of your book. “Jesus Christ, don’t do that!” 

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming up behind you.” Joaquín tapped the top of your bare knee with a callused finger. “Must be quite an engrossing read.”

“Something like that.” You slid your glasses to the top of your head. “What are you doing up so late?”

He lifted a shoulder. “I’m a bit of an insomniac. What about you?”

“Nerves.” You held your book up. “Figured I’d finish this book I found in my room.”

“Verdict?”

“I should’ve just gotten a drink at the bar before they closed,” you said, snorting. 

“We can crack open a bottle in my room if you want.”

You raised a brow. “You raid the mini bars at hotels?”

“God, no! That’s a scam waiting to happen.” A smile grew along his lips. “I bring my own poison.”

You raised a brow. “What kind of alcohol are we talking?”

Joaquín leaned in towards you, his voice low and husky. “I’m a whiskey man.”

God, you could get lost in his eyes. Where most people would leer at you or completely ignore you, Joaquín seemed to be looking to the very soul of you. You could’ve told him anything and everything, given him whatever he wanted. 

“And I think I have snacks from my plane ride here.”

You doggy eared your book page and stood to your feet. “Lead the way.”

Joaquín looped his arm through yours and led you down the hallway towards the main lobby. You both must have looked silly to passerby: both of you in pajamas, giggling like teenagers. You caught the elevator just as two people got off and you pressed the seven button. 

Once the doors closed, a tension filled the car. Every so often, one of you would shift your weight and the backs of your hands would brush against each other, both of you muttering hushed apologies to each other. 

Hazy, heated thoughts ran rampant in your mind. Out of your peripheral, you saw Joaquín leaned up against the railing on the right side of the car. Everything about him just oozed sexy: from the way his shirt stretched across his broad shoulders and biceps, to how perfectly his curls fell in his eyes before he pushed it back with one of his strong hands. 

His hands. God, his hands. 

You shifted your weight again, discreetly rubbing her thighs together to diffuse the tension between your legs. The elevator music suddenly seemed louder and deafening. 

“…okay?”

You blinked and turned to Joaquín. He was in front of you now, his hands reaching for you but not quite touching you. Worry painted his features.

“What?”

“We’re on our floor.” His eyes skimmed your face. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, an apologetic smile on your lips. “Sorry, I was just lost in thought.” You cleared your throat and stepped past him out of the elevator. The heat from his body laved against your back. You started towards the left before you turned to look at him over your shoulder. 

“I don’t know where your room is,” you said, your voice small.

Joaquín took one of your wrists in his hand and said, “I’ve got you.”

You decided that you loved the way Joaquín laughed. 

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he clutched his sides. Sometimes a small snort would pass his lips and it made him laugh even harder. He looked boyish, gentle. 

You were sat in the middle of his hotel room floor, the bottle of Jack Daniels between the two of you and the TV turned low in the background. You’d just told him about your first encounter with the Chuck E. Cheese mascot and how the poor then teenager got a swift kick to the groin by an eight year old. 

“God, that was great.” He dabbed at the corners of his eyes. “Do you make everyone you drink with laugh this much?”

You knocked back the last of your glass. “Not intentionally.”

“Funny and beautiful,” Joaquín said, toasting to you. “One of my favorite combinations.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“I only want one to believe me.”

“I want to try something. Is that okay?” He nodded. “I need you to say it out loud.”

“Yes.”

You crawled towards him and experimentally straddled him, your hands on his shoulders. Your heart was pounding and you were getting lightheaded but you held your resolve. “Kiss me.”

One of his hands cupped the back of your neck and pulled you in for a slow, hard kiss. His tongue laved the inside of your mouth and you moaned. Your fingers carded through his curls, pulling him closer to you. Teeth clanged against each other as lips were pulled between them, soft moans spilling into the silent void around you both. 

Joaquín pulled back. “I’ve been wanting to do that since that first night in the bar.”

You smiled. “Me, too.” Your eyes found the digital clock over his shoulder. “It’s late. I should go.”

“No,” he whined, caging you against his chest. “Stay.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw. “I can’t. Not tonight.”

His brown eyes brightened. “So tomorrow night?”

“Maybe. If you behave.” You disentangled yourself from his embrace and stood to your feet. “Goodnight, Mr. Torres.”

“See you in the morning.”

The morning of the wedding started slower than you thought it would have. 

You had been sitting in the makeup chair for ten minutes, waiting for Nikki to emerge from behind the folding screen set up in the middle of the room. The bridesmaids were getting ready in the suite next door and you and Nikki shared this suite. 

“You look beautiful.”

You turned and saw Nikki; her dress was beautiful: the sleeves were delicate lace and looked beautiful against her brown skin. The back of the dress plunged low and fed into the skirt that trailed behind her. She decided to keep her makeup and hair simple with a natural look and her coils swept up into a polished bun. 

You blinked furiously. “You look so beautiful but if I cry, I’m sure the makeup artist will murder me.”

Nikki chuckled. “Me? You look stunning.”

“Compared to you, I look like Ernie from Sesame Street.”

She rolled her eyes. “Take the compliment, you goof.”

You stood up from your chair and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you, too.” Nikki pulled back, her eyes misty. “I couldn’t do any of this without you.” You snorted.  “I’m serious! You might not think it, but you’ve been a huge inspiration to me.”

“Bullshit.”

Nikki laughed. “Remember when we went camping that one summer? With Granny and her boyfriend, Alvin?”

You nodded. “We went hiking while they were taking a nap and got lost.” You had wanted to go find a creek that you’d passed on the way to your camping spot. 

“You were, what, nine? Ten?”

“I was eight and a half,” you said, smirking. 

“We’d gotten lost and I got so scared. I started crying and I think I said Mom’s name.”  Nikki shook her head. “I was crying and tired and the last thing I wanted was to keep getting lost.

“But then you bent down and wiped my tears away. You were barely nine years old and you made sure that I was okay before we finally found a park ranger.” She put a hand to your cheek. “Do you remember what you said to me?”

“I said that we would always have each other. No matter what.”

Nikki nodded. “I know that our childhood was less than ideal, shitty at best. I know that outside of Granny, all we had was each other and that made our relationship a little more complicated than other siblings. But there’s not a day that goes by when I’m not in total awe of you.”

“Oh, yeah, my impulsivity and lacking love life are aspirational.”

“You’re one of the strongest people  I know,” she rebutted. “As much as I raised you, you raised me, too. You taught me about passion and determination. You’ve made me think outside of the box and go after things that I want. You showed me what being a kid was and how we shouldn’t want to grow up too fast. Anything I learned about self-love and confidence, I got from you.”

You tilted your head back. “The makeup artist had me in the chair for forty minutes, Nikki! I can’t cry off all of her hard work!”

She pulled you into a hug. “No matter what happens, no matter what stages of life we’re in, it’s always going to be us against the world. Don’t ever doubt that.”

You nodded against her shoulder. “I love you, Nikki.”

“I love you, too.”

A knock came upon the door and the wedding planner, Natasha, poked her head in. “It’s time, you guys.” A warm smile crossed her lips. “You both look gorgeous, truly.”

“Thank you,” Nikki said. She squared her shoulders and looped her arm with her yours. “We’re ready.”

You were all too aware of Joaquín’s presence beside you. 

It didn’t help that he looked downright sinful in his suit. Did he paint the damn thing on or did it just fit him too well? His hair was artfully messy, curls falling in his eyes. His knuckles brushed up against yours a few times, so soft you’d thought you imagined the contact. 

“You’re killing me,” he said against your ear. 

You arched a brow. “What?”

“It’s taking all of my self-control not to whisk you off to the church basement and have my way with you.” His voice was rough. “Remind me to personally thank your sister for choosing the dress.”

A triumphant smirk colored your lips. “Noted.”

The organ kicked up and Joaquín turned to face you. “Ready?” He held out his arm.

You nodded and looped your arm through his. The ushers opened the doors and you were met with the guests and white rose covered aisle. As you waited for the second to last pair of the wedding party to head down the aisle, Joaquín leaned in towards you again, his breath laving the shell of your ear.

“I won’t let you fall.”

The couple in front of you started down the aisle and you gripped onto Joaquín’s arm tighter. Once the others were further up the aisle, he took a step forward and you followed. Every few steps, you stole glances at him, your breath catching. Once you were at the foot of the altar, he held his arm up for you to stand beside the other bridesmaids and he crossed over to the groom’s side. 

“Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of this lovely couple.”

Joaquín caught your eye as the pastor continued his speech. His happiness shone so bright on his face that you couldn’t help but mirror it. You like the rest of the crowd, were brought to tears by the Sam and Nikki’s vows and cheered like sports fans when they kissed as man and wife. 

As they were about to step down from the altar, Nikki pulled you into a crushing hug. She whispered teary thank-yous and pressed a kiss to your cheek. 

“I love you. So much.”

You looked over your sister’s shoulder to your newly minted brother-in-law. “See you for dinner in two weeks?”

Sam smiled and took hold of your wrist. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You needed an out. Quickly. 

Your speech at the reception had most of the room in tears and a few of the wedding party members congratulated you off to the side. When it was time for the waltz, the tension between you and Joaquín was smoldering and all-consuming. All you could think about was his lips on yours. 

Before Sam and Nikki made their way to the middle of the dance floor, Joaquín whispered in your ear, “You have two hours.”

“For what?”

“Until you’re mine for the rest of the night.” The noise that left your throat was suffocated by the cheers and applauds for the bride and groom but you knew that he heard it. He moved to go sit at his table before you could get the words off of your tongue. 

You kept up appearances as well as you could but during lapses in conversation, your attention wandered to Joaquín. He teased you, subtly biting and licking his lips or giving you quick once overs as he spoke to some distant relative of yours. 

Nikki and Sam gave were basking in their marital bliss and, thankfully, didn’t notice the two of you shamelessly flirting from across the ballroom. 

The evening died down and Joaquín offered to walk you back to your room. You agreed, ignoring the teases from Nikki and Sam, and let him lead you out of the ballroom. Once the elevator doors closed, his hands were on your skin. Hot, open-mouthed kisses scorched the curve of your neck and shoulders. Hands buried themselves into your hair, holding you firm against the man in front of you. 

You didn’t remember how you’d gotten to his floor without bumping into other guests or falling over each other, but you did. The beep of Joaquín’s keycard unlocking the suite door made your heartbeat kick up. 

“That dress is sinful on you, you know that?” 

“Wait, wait.” You pulled back. “Help me out of this dress. It cost a fucking fortune.”

“My pleasure.” His fingers deftly worked at the buttons on the back of your dress. Once the garment loosened against your shoulders, his fingers hooked around the straps and slid them down slow. Soft kisses peppered along the back of your shoulders. “Such soft skin you have.” 

You leaned into his touch, a soft groan falling from your lips. Cool air gave your skin gooseflesh and you shuddered. Your dress pooled around your ankles and you were clad only in your lingerie. You smirked at his sharp inhale. To know that someone as gorgeous as Joaquín Torres was taken aback at the sight of your half-naked body emboldened you. 

You tipped your chin. “Kiss me.”

He took your face in his hands and leaned in. His lips hovered over yours, barely skimming the flesh. He was teasing you, you knew that. What you wouldn’t have given to just melt into his touch and be the first to kiss him. But you cut your gaze between his lips and his eyes, silently daring him to make the move. 

He chuckled. “You’re a stubborn one, aren’t you?”

You ran your thumb along the length of his hand. “Determined, actually.”

“You know that you could kiss me first.”

You let out a breathy sigh. “Where’s the fun in that?”

Joaquín smirked and pressed a bruising kiss to your lips. His tongue laved across the top of yours and his moans vibrated through you. His hands brought your face closer and deepened the kiss. “Jesus, doll, you taste like heaven.”

You rested your forehead against his to catch your breath. You tried to think of something to say, anything to say, but your mind was fogged from kissing him. 

He moved you towards the bed and laid you down, kneeling in between your thighs. “I want to taste you.”

You shivered at his words. “Do you?”

One of Joaquín’s hands skimmed a languid trail between the valley of your breasts. His fingertips danced a trail along the soft expanse of your torso, earning him soft gasps and caught sighs. When his fingertips hovered above the waistband of your underwear, his brown eyes met yours again. “Or perhaps I should tease you? Make you beg?”

“I don’t beg.” Your voice was breathy, weak, as you spoke. 

“Where’s the fun in that?” He was mocking you, teasing just as you’d done to him moments earlier. His fingers dipped below the elastic, tip-toeing across the top of your pubic mound. Your hips bucked and his lips split into a cocky grin. 

“My, my, aren’t we eager?” The very tip of his middle finger hovered above your clitoral hood, tracing a half-circle along the skin. Joaquín looped an arm around your waist to keep you balanced and made slow, teasing circles against your clit. 

You screwed your eyes shut and sank your teeth into your bottom lip. A moan threatened to pass your lips but you stifled it. Your fists balled against Joaquín’s shoulders as ripples of pleasure surged through you. “Joaco.” 

“I can get used to you calling me that.” His lips trailed along the curve of your jaw. “I bet you’re all wet for me, aren’t you?” Two fingers entered your sex and made a come hither motion. A shock of pleasure rocked you and you let out a moan. “Love how wet you are for me.”

You tried to speak his name but garbled moans left your tongue instead. A warm slickness played at your clit and you let out a cry. 

“You taste so sweet, darlin’,” he said against you. “Bet I can make you come all over my tongue.” 

Your back arched off the bed and your mouth hung open in wild pleasure as Joaquín ate your pussy like it was his favorite meal. Your toes curled against his back and your thighs all but crushed him against you. 

“Fuck, Joaquín, don’t stop!”

He moaned against your sex, the sound of your wetness and his tongue lapping bounced off of the walls. He lifted up and smiled a devilish smile at you. “Such a good girl getting wet for me like this. Making such a pretty mess.” He nipped at your inner thigh and kissed the bruises he left behind. His thick fingers gathered some of your juices and traveled down to play at your asshole. He groaned at how pretty and puckered it was. “Such a pretty little hole.”

One of his digits pushed against the puckered hole and your back arched up again and a throaty moan left your mouth. 

“Fuck!”

“You like that, darlin’? Like when I play with your ass?” He worked his finger further into you and another cry broke from your lips. “Your pretty pussy is weeping. Do you play with your asshole when you’re alone, baby girl?” He kissed up your body, lips latching onto one of your pert nipples. 

You fisted the sheets and bucked your hips as Joaquín stretched and finger fucked your ass. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes and broken cries of his name filled the room. For a second, you remembered you were in a hotel room and that whoever was in the rooms opposite them could hear you getting absolutely destroyed.

Hope they’re enjoying the show, then.

Your belly tightened and your legs shook as your orgasm rushed through you. A broken sob ripped through you and you flattened on the bed, shivering and sweat-slicked. Joaquín’s fingers left your ass and he slanted his mouth over yours.

“Oh, my pretty girl.” He pushed away tendrils of curls that were stuck to your forehead. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

You gave a weak chuckle. “You’re one of my brother-in-law’s best friends. The cosmos saw something in you. Take your pick.” You heard the clicking of his belt buckle and your mouth watered. 

“Think you can play a little longer, baby?” He lined himself up with your pussy. “Because I’ve been waiting to feel you around my cock for the past twenty-something hours.”

A wicked glint flashed in your brown eyes. “What are you waiting for, then, Torres?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He lined the head of his cock with your pussy and sank deep inside of you. You threw your head back in pleasure as your walls fluttered around him. 

“You’re real fuckin’ tight, honey. Feels so good.”

Your nails bit into his shoulders as you bucked your hips into his. “Fuck me, Joaco.” 

His hips moved against yours slow at first. He circled his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a torturous pace. He snickered at your needy whines and mewls. “Such a greedy pussy you have.” His hips snapped against yours and you gasped. “Makes me think nobody treats your pretty pussy like they should. Is that what it is, baby?”

Your head lolled from side to side and your words faded into moans. Then, his hips rutted into you at a brutal pace and a swelling orgasm built in your belly. Spots darkened your sight and one of your hands fisted his hair. “I’m going to cum!”

Joaquín took his lips from the hollow of your neck. “I’m almost there, baby, hold on.” He pressed his forehead against yours and rutted harder into you. When his thrusts got sloppier, he let out a groan and you felt his cock twitch inside of you as you chased after your own climax. 

He collapsed on top of you, hard pants mixing with soft chuckles. He lifted his head and pressed a kiss to the apex of your collarbones. “Nikki said something about you moving back to the city.”

You hummed. “She told me that you were planning to stay in the city.” 

“I technically moved back a few weeks ago. I haven’t told Sam or Steve yet.”

You brushed a few curls from his sweat-damp forehead. “I might need a place to crash for a few days until my stuff arrives.”

One of his hands gripped your ass, softly kneading the skin. “Or you could stay for as long as you want and we could see where this goes.” 

“You’re sure?”

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ve never been more sure about anything else. I meant it when I said that I think you’re incredible. If I can keep you with me for as long as I can, I will.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

“Seriously?” He cupped your cheek, your name a light chuckle on his tongue. “You want to try with me?”

As you opened your mouth to answer, a knock came upon the door. Joaquín groaned and rested his head against your shoulder. “It’s probably a noise complaint.”

“You go answer, then. It was mostly you.” You smacked him in the face with a pillow. “Fine, fine! I’m getting up!” You let out a low whistle as he padded across the room, completely naked, and went to open the door. You couldn’t hear who the other voice was but you figured it wasn’t serious from Joaquín’s belly laugh. 

“Who is it?”

He shut the door and came back into view, your sister’s bouquet in his left hand. “I don’t know if I should laugh or be offended.”

You rolled your eyes. “They think they’re so funny.”

“I don’t know, baby, maybe we’ll be next.” Joaquín set the bouquet on the nightstand and climbed back into bed, pulling you against him. “I think we’d make a great married couple.”

“Let’s get through me staying with you before we jump straight to marriage, Casanova.”

“You didn’t say no.”

You smiled. “We’ll discuss it.”

𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — not gon' hold y'all, this made me fall in love with joaco something fucking fierce

[thisismeracing]

komh thots

sir lewis carl davidson hamilton would officiate the union of his dear little sister and his co worker

they announce they're engaged and lewis is signing up to be an ordained minister, they cant stop him

in a similar vein, gina is making herself maid of honor and seb is making himself best man

one of my og thots was estie being best man but then i remembered the 5'9" 4x wdc german man and how he is one of mick's closest friends

i can see george william russell worming his way into being in the wedding party as a groomsman and him dragging carmen into the wedding party as well

and then we can have roscoe as ring bearer and angie as flower girl

WAIT LAURA MAGNUSSEN AS FLOWER GIRL ALONGSIDE ANGIE AND JACK WOLFF AS A FELLOW RING BEARER ALONGSIDE ROSCOE

half of the wedding party invited themselves in, but mickyn wouldnt have it any other way

because these are the people they love and they are happy that they are so adament on being part of their special day

☕

OMG OMG LARA JACK ROSCOE AND ANGIE 😭😭😭😭 the quartet we stan!

Lewis would def sign to be the official

Seb to best man, totally!!! Especially because he 1) helped lewis get the license to officiate the wedding and 2) helped mick with the proposal. He’s mick’s and lewis’ bestie and they def hang out whenever they can.

I have to add that I think mickyn would get married in secret though 👀 like, a small trip with just direct family, their parents, and siblings. It would be a small ceremony, maybe they rented a private beach because Yn always wanted to get married at the beach but she also wanted to do the whole church thing and you know how mick would do anything for her right? So he rented a portion of a beach Yn always talked about, and they spent a week there. It’s small, and intimate, everything party-related was either handmade by them or brought from locals. her dress was handmade by locals artisans too (corinna got everything ready and just surprised yn with it) and baby blue, it matched mick’s eyes and the water and sky behind them in the pictures. their families would spend a day after the ceremony and then fly back home leaving the two to enjoy a small honeymoon. once they get back home everyone is a bit sus because the whole hamilton and schumacher family went mia for a week, and then mick and yn show up all giddy (more than ever), and it's not hard to find, but only because they decide to tell their friends, and set an official date for the big party. It will take six months or so, they’ll get married in a church, following the rites, yn wearing a white dress, mick a tux, seb best man, jack, and laura bearing the rings, roscoe and angie with the flowers, charles will play the piano, he’ll probably gift them with a special composition, danny will have his camera around his neck all smiley and wavey registering some moments, and lando will play dj at the party. It will be HUGE as you can imagine, the whole grid, and people that work with them on a regular basis, even rihanna and asap rocky attended bc reader loves them and of course they wouldnt pass an invitation from the hamiltons (now a schumacher-hamilton)

I guess I got carried away 🤭 but yeah now you got me thinking about mickyn wedding and I- 😩😵‍💫🥹

[temnurus]

WWX POV Fic Recs

So! As a diehard Wei Ying fan, I thought it would be rather timely to come up with a rec list that showcased him in all his clever, chaotic, charming glory. This mostly some of my more recent reads, as I tried not to duplicate recs from my top ten list and the 10 extra honorable mentions because I couldn't stop myself.

Ahem. Anyway, this is a good mix of stuff. We've got everything from accidental baby acquisition, to case fic, to monsterfucking! (You're welcome, fellow deviants. 😉) Happy WWX day, folks! Now onto the recs!

hold up a mirror by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 36,170)

Thoughts: Another brilliant friends to lovers fic by one of my favorite authors. They wow me every single time, no exaggeration. In this one Wei Ying is lonely. He’s also tired of being set up on blind dates by his concerned brother when he stumbles upon the fact that Lan Zhan is pining for some idiot who has somehow failed to see how great he is. Obviously them pretending to date will solve both of these problems. Jiang Cheng will get off his back, & they’ll be able to make Lan Zhan’s crush jealous enough to realize what he’s missing. Cue me banging my head against my desk while muttering about their joint stupidity, & we have the recipe for yet another fic making it to my favorites list.

(we've got) time for one more by impossibletruths (E, 71,504)

Thoughts: I felt Wei Ying’s longing in my bones in this fic. For the music, for Lan Zhan, for all the things that could’ve been. He was such a good dad to A’Yuan, & their relationship was so touching. I cried several times in this fic, one of which was inspired by Wei Ying & the Jiang siblings trio. The feelings surrounding them & the planning of Yanli’s wedding were so bittersweet with canon lurking in the background. I really loved getting to see it come together differently here, though. Seeing Lan Zhan through Wei Ying’s eyes was also a huge treat here, & I loved their dynamic, angst & all. This was a great fic, highly recommended!

Stumbling Into You by Magnolia822 (E, 39,332)

Thoughts: I really enjoyed this one. Wei Ying & Lan Zhan’s relationship felt very soft here, & sometimes I love that. It really worked with the whole tone of the fic. I liked Lan Zhan’s characterization in particular, which was neat since the story is told from Wei Ying’s perspective. There was a touch of angst, mostly towards the end, but the fic definitely earned its happy ending tag. I recommend it if you enjoy college AUs & our boys being soft idiots in love.

Tripped at Every Step by brooklinegirl (E, 28,758)

Thoughts: This fic was such a fun read. Wei Ying’s confusion was just delightful, & seeing Lan Zhan shower him with love in every way he knew how was breath-takingly sweet. There was a lot of fun teasing & banter, as well as an incident with a hickey that had me laughing until I cried. Nothing hurt in this, & I appreciated that so much because sometimes you just need a little softness. This did that just right. I highly recommend it.

The Golden Cutsleeve by syrus_jones (E, 77,020)

Thoughts: This is one of the most glorious things I’ve ever read in my life. I am not exaggerating when I say that. I cannot tell you how many times I laughed so hard I cried. This fic was hilarious, sexy, & full of Wei Ying being his chaotic best self. I nearly lost my mind at how hot some of the smut was, & it definitely earned the Crack Taken Seriously & Porn with Feelings tags. I’m not normally a crack fic person, so my ringing endorsement of this fic should not be taken lightly. 10/10, will absolutely read it again. As should you!

so take my hand (take my whole life too) by cicer (E, 92,343)

Thoughts: This is the second accidental baby acquisition fic I read for Wangxian, & A-Yuan is much younger here, not even a year old. There are lots of cute baby moments, including Wei Ying & Lan Zhan figuring out how to be parents together on the fly. Wei Ying had a huge crush on Lan Zhan and was, of course, convinced that Lan Zhan didn’t like him back. He is very, very stupid, but that’s okay because he’s obviously always very wrong about that. I laughed a lot at this fic, but it was also very touching. Not a whole lot of angst here besides the unfortunate reason for A-Yuan being left with them, but those subjects aren’t graphically described or deeply gone into.

In Love and War by Cataclysmic_Calamity (E, 68,321)

Thoughts: This is A/B/O dynamics done right & is easily the best of the trope that I’ve read for this ship. Mind the tags, of course, but I do recommend this if Omegaverse is your thing. Wei Ying’s plan to make himself insufferable didn’t go quite as well as he’d hoped, & before he knew it he was suffering the indignity of falling in love with his own husband. The nerve! Haha. There’s a good amount of angst, & the depth of feeling was gripping. I also enjoyed the side pairing of SangCheng. This author wrote a Hualian fic that’s one of my favorite fanfics period, so that certainly lends itself to the quality of the writing.

Full Moon Blues by Unforth (E, 39,034)

Thoughts: Alright monsterfuckers, this one’s for you. It’s exactly what you’d expect. Wei Ying’s phobia of dogs plays a large role. The depiction of panic attacks is very visceral in this fic, so be warned if that’s an issue for you. The angst is all emotional in nature & does pass eventually, leading to the star of this fic, the fucking. Oh my goodness, the fucking. The smut is so hot it nearly melted my face off! If you like werewolf sex, you’re in for a treat here. But don't let that fool you, their emotional connection is just as satisfying as the smut! I recommend anything by Unforth, to be honest. I’ve loved everything I’ve read by them.

for sale: eboy bathwater, never used by lewdwife (E, 25,123)

Thoughts: This was absolutely hilarious, boarderline Crack Treated Seriously almost. The Sugar Daddy thing is a sort of almost/but not really kind of thing, but I honored the author’s tag anyway. I could feel the convention energy as Wei Ying & the gang geared up for it, & it was a whole lot of fun. The smut was absolutely filthy & very, very good. I definitely recommend this one. It was adorable.

a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke (M, 179,769)

Thoughts: Despite this being rated Mature it actually does contain smut! It’s maybe tame smut compared to most Explicit rated fics, but I’ve always found there to be a very fine line between the two ratings that no one can really agree on. I digress, though. This fic is plot-heavy & plot-driven. It’s an interesting case fic that also features an arranged marriage between Wei Ying & Lan Zhan in order to redeem Wei Ying in the eyes of the cultivation world after the events at Qiongqui Path. The Wens end up being sheltered by the Lans at Cloud Recesses instead of the Burial Mounds as a result. I enjoyed the twists & turns of this, & watching them slowly get closer was as rewarding as always. There was some interesting cultivation theory featured as well.

[catzeart]

Get to know my OC

Caitlin is the first OC I've ever created and I'm proud of how far she has come, so this my info dumping about her, I hope you enjoy it.

General information:

Backstory:

Caitlin is one of Erwin's childhood friends. Being a few years younger but extremely smart, she got to share some classes with Erwin while they both lived in Wall Rose, still being in touch via letters once their lives parted as they grew up.

Graduated from the Mitras Academy in Wall Sina with honors and special mentions, she is capable to make diagnosis, treatments and surgeries in domestic, wild and farm animals.

She witnessed the death of her noble fiance in hands of a titan a month before their wedding while they were in a business trip in Shingashina, where she was born and lived her first years.

She joined and worked as an Equine Veterinarian in the Survey Corps right after the fall of Wall Maria, by Erwin's suggestion, becoming a full Scout only after going through the Training Corps, but still not being very skilled in physical fights.

Her brains compensate her lack of physical strength, though she has a very good aim with shooting weapons.

She's a Team Leader, in charge of other Equine Veterinarians in a daily routine but also during expeditions. She's also part of the Survey Corps science team.

Personality:

Hardworking, logical, realistic, future-oriented, extremely smart, cold, distant, calculative, way too straight forward (can come across as mean or rude), independent, stubborn, perfectionist. Won't hesitate on lying, torturing or killing someone for a greater good. . . or her own good.

Has a soft spot for animals and for people who can really see through her cold demeanor, it takes time but only then she is very caring, overprotective, loving, possessive and even clingy.

Relationships:

Erwin: He's her childhood best friend, they grew up together creating a sibling-like bond. They even shared the same dream about finding the truth about what's beyond the walls, influenced by Erwin's father's ideals.

Erwin trusted Caitlin to be the commander after his death, so she made her best on continuing his legacy, making a lot of mistakes in the process by having the power finally going to her head.

Hange: They were both in the science team and spent a lot of time together doing research. They could talk for hours without getting tired, though Hange is the one who talks the most.

After deciding to stay in Marley, she quit on her duty of being the commander, choosing Hange to be her successor.

Petra: Caitlin was aware of Petra's crush on the Captain but Petra also noticed that Levi saw Caitlin in a different light, telling Caitlin that, if anything happened, she would love to see Caitlin giving him a chance, though Caitlin was too focused on her work and not interested in romance to believe in her words, only starting to think about it after her death.

The 104th cadets: Caitlin doesn't like kids, yet most of the cadets ended looking up to her as a superior but also a mother figure who was there to listen and give them advice, maybe not always in the best way but her words still worked out.

Levi: Him and Caitlin DID NOT get along, at all, for years. . . They're both stubborn, have sharp tongues and get easily annoyed so one bad move from Levi condemned him into getting the same treatment from Caitlin.

After their first encounter with the Female Titan, they started bonding. Levi having his ankle sprung made him spend more time in the headquarters and being paired with Caitlin to be sent in meetings with the other regiments.

Levi is the one that kept Caitlin in touch with her "human" side, helping her to be a better person. She, in return, gave him the love he never received before, putting him in first place, constantly checking and listening him while both learning how to love due to their past experiences.

Eren: He was one of the closest to Caitlin from the 104th, they got even closer by the time Eren stayed in Marley, because Caitlin also stayed to help him with his plan, dyeing her hair blonde, wearing fake glasses and infiltrating as a Marleyan Nurse thanks to her medical knowledge.

This is a general post about my OC but I still have way more to share, so I'll try to keep you updated here ✨

[aisururuby]

"______" are you- Part 2

Here's part 2! Hope you guys enjoy it.

“Your family’s trademark is golden blonde hair? How does that make sense?”

Arhen just shrugs, “How would we know?” Earlier they thought it would be best to talk at night while everyone is asleep. After All, they didn’t want their caretakers to worry about what they were up to. Arhen pondered on what to do next. They finally left Derolina castle with So-woon’s help, now living in a villa that belongs to the imperial family of another empire, and met someone who’s like him and Sun-Hi. But how long will that last? He wants to believe that they’ll be safe here but he’s aware of Claude’s presence. At some point, they’re gonna encounter if they’re going to hang around his children. Especially his oldest child, Athanasia. If he discovers them, will he send them back to Yuriana? Hold them captive? Or have they killed?

“Geon? You still there?” Arhen snapped out of his thoughts and noticed Athanasia and Arienne looking at him curiously. “Yeah, I’m fine . . . . .just thinking.” Said Arhen. “Right . . . . . . if you’re getting tired we can continue this tomorrow.” Said Athanasia. “No, I'm not tired, I can keep going.” Said Arienne. ‘Are you sure okay? You’ve been spacing out since we got here.’ ‘I’m sure. There’s a lot on my mind right now, okay?’

“If you say so. . . . .Hey, so that lady who came after you and that kid are your aunt and older sister?” Athanasia tries to change the mood. “Aunt Eden and Verbena? They’re the only family we actually have. We hadn’t met our grandparents yet,” said Arhen. “Auntie wanted to take us to their home but she didn’t have enough money for all of us to go.” Said Arienne. “Well you live here now so maybe mama can help with that?” Said Athanasia. “Maybe but there is also a chance she’d say no.” Said Arienne.

“Oh maybe I can ask if you can come to Siodonna with us in two months?” Said Athanasia. Siodonna? Isn’t that where her mother, Diana, is from? “Siodonna? Are you going on vacation?” Said Arienne. ‘Come on, Sun-Hi. Vacation? We talked about grandparents.’ “You’re going to meet your mom’s family?” Said Arhen. “Yep! Since I was born, my mom has been taking me to see Diana’s family for three months for a week and a half. Apparently she did it in honor of Diana since she wasn’t able to inform her family about her pregnancy with me.” Athanasia said thoughtfully. “I didn’t know she went THAT far. The novel only said that the two were close.” Arhen said in surprise.

“Yeah I heard from one of my siblings’ mom, that Diana asked Selena if she could be my godmother. I think she knew there was a possibility Claude wouldn’t take care of me.” Said Athanasia. Yawn “Oh that nice of her.” Arienne. “Tired already, Sun-Hi?” Said Arhen. “Give me a break, Geon. It's late.” Arienne whined. Sigh Okay we should go to sleep now. Come we pick this up tomorrow, Jihye?” Said Arhen. They agreed they could call each other by their past names but only in private so they would forget part of themselves. Arhen wanted to try calling Athanasia, “Jihye”, to get used to it.

“Sure I’m up for it” Replied Athanasia. The twins got out of Athanasia’s bed covers and walked to their beds. Once they got in bed, they instantly fell asleep however Athanasia stayed awake. Sign I wonder if “__” has been born yet?”

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“I would like to name him Ambrosia.”

“Ambrosia? I think it’s a good name for the little prince, Your majesty”

Ten months ago in Obelia, Emperor Claude finally married after two years of nobles pestering him with the addition of Felix's input. Claude has been emperor for 2-3 years and yet he has not gotten married during that time and for unknown reasons his concubines were dismissed. This proves to be a problem as there is no known heir. But Claude craved in and married the second daughter to a marquess, Avrora. Claude never loved Avrora and made it clear she’s only there solely to bear a son. A month after their wedding, Avrora is confirmed to be with child.

“That brother of mine! Really, he could have at least shown up for his son’s birth!” Said a woman with straight pink hair and black jeweled eyes.

“It’s alright, Your highness. I'm used to this behavior from his majesty.” Said Avrora. “It’s not okay, Your majesty. This is extremely disrespectful towards you! You’re his WIFE for crying out.” Shouted the woman.

“Don’t be too loud, your highness. You could wake Ambrosia.” Avrora Hushed the woman. “Well don’t worry, your majesty. Sofia went to fetch Callista however I was unable to reach Dimitri. It seems he won’t be back to the palace until next month. Claude sent him to Huale to handle some affairs for him.” “And of her highness, Selena?” “She’ll be here in a few days. She is far from the capital, remember?”

“. . . . . Yes ""is something wrong, your majesty?”

“Your highness, can I ask you something?” Asked Avrora. The woman looked at her puzzled but answered regardless, “What’s your question, your majesty?” Said the woman. “When I fell pregnant, I started to hear rumors about the ruby palace. Can you confirm them for me?”

[tsitpforever]

Y/n and Conrad’s Wedding

Warning: Mention of drinking, kissing, extreme cuteness, loud music, flashing lights,dancing, screaming

Also: This is just a story of how the wedding would have gone with Belly in YOUR perspective. It mentions the scene while Belly and Conrad dance on the ocean, but their are more details after. Instead Belly, Conrad, and Jeremiah are all siblings. Steven is your brother.

I hear someone walk into the room.

“Conrad if that’s you, you need to go I need to start getting ready for today,” I tell Conrad.

“Aww come on y/n, just a kiss,” Conrad begs. I pull off the blanket from on top of me and Connie runs up and kisses me. “Mm your going to look so beautiful,” he whispers into my ear. Fifteen year old me would be freaking out seeing Conrad and his soft side. It’s adorably cute, but I need to start getting ready. “Connie you need to go,” I say while pushing him out. Then Belly pops out of nowhere. “Time to get readyyyy,” Belly says looking all excited. “And time for you to leave,” she tells Conrad who’s still waiting at the door. He kisses me and then I push him out for the second time. “Belly I’m so excited, I get to marry Conrad the most handsome man alive,” I say squeaking to Belly. “Yes my brother is charming like that,” she says with a wink. I love Belly so much.

I insisted on having everything done at the beach house, including the wedding. I know Susannah would have loved my decision regardless. In my room I had gotten my hair done by Belly, and my makeup done by my mother. “Oh y/n Susannah would have loved to see you right now. You look gorgeous.”

Everyone always knew I was destined for Conrad, including Susannah. I had trouble deciding between the fisher brothers, and it was a rough path but here I am about to marry Conrad Fisher. “Thanks Mom, and didn’t you say Susannah left me a couple special things for my wedding?” I ask recalling Susannah’s last moments. I see my mom begin to tear up. They were best friends, in fact they were soulmates. Laurel and Susannah forever. “Yes she did. In fact let me go grab it right now.” They wedding is starting in just a couple hours, and Steven, Dad, Jere, and Adam were setting up everything outside. Hopefully the sunny weather will carry out until the wedding. Mom walks back into the room. I feel my eyes watering. I wipe quickly before my makeup gets ruined. It was an envelope and some jewelry. “She wanted you to read this note the night of your wedding, and to wear the jewelry.” The necklace and earrings shined. They were beautiful. “Thanks Mom,” I say then I whisper, “I love you Susannah”.

I put on my dress, then clip the earrings on and slip the necklace onto my necklace. I twirl in the room, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. Mom helps me put on the veil, and Belly fixes up the dress and touches up my makeup. She also looks beautiful as always. Belly is also my very gorgeous maid of honor.

It’s go time. I walk down the stairs, giving the bridesmaid a first look. Everyone oohs and she’s. “Damn y/n looking sexy as ever,” Nicole shouts. Everyone laughs. I met her at the deb ball when I was 15. Then the groomsmen walk in. I hear whistles and clapping, I smile and twirl around. Then my dad and I hook arms and Mom opens the door. The sun shines bright into my eyes. The decorations look amazing, thanks to my family, friends, and Taylor my bff. We reach Conrad and my dad lets go. Conrad’s eyes water, and so do mine. I say my speech and so does he. “I declare Y/n and Conrad Fisher husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” and we kiss. I feel confetti and hear cheering all around. Conrad twirls me around, all while the sun beautifully sets.

“Hey Y/n, I have an idea just follow me,” Conrad says after everyone congratulates us and heads inside. We have a few minutes before everyone expects us inside. “Ok,” I say giggling like a little girl. We run down to the beach, and it begins to rain. Conrad picks me up and twirls me around. “I swear if you throw me in for a Belly flop, your going down with me handsome.” Belly flop was something we made up when Belly was little, and it occasionally happened to me. Conrad,Jere, and Steven would through us into the pool each time I came for the summer. It was tradition. “Then I guess we are going down baby,” and he throws me into the beautiful ocean. I laugh and we kiss. “We need to hurry up and get changed for the dance Y/n,” Connie says.

We run back from the ocean, dripping and water and my makeup completely ruined. Conrad stops and just stares at me. “I MARRIED THE MOST SEXIEST WOMAN ALIVE,” he screams and kisses me. We get back to the house, and quickly change. Finally party time. Me and Conrad do the first dance in my second dress, which is a subtle yet beautiful blue, with my hair up and wearing a flower crown. Then everyone starts dancing, or begin to get snacks. I head over to my girls. We shotgun beer, eat amazing snacks, and jam out. I swirl, and twirl around and then I grab Conrad. Time for our coordinated dance. The DJ switches it up to our song, and we start our dance. Everyone goes wild, and confetti is everywhere. After we finish, Conrad grabs me and holds me over his head while spinning.

Everyone leaves, and mom says she’ll clean up with everyone else in the family. Connie wants to go on a drive in my VW Bug with the roof open. We drive with slow music on, holding hands. I look up to the sky, and I feel happy. “I finally gave you the moon and the stars. Infinity,” he whispers and I kiss him. Then I look down and my Infinity necklace, and that moment I decided to read Susannah’s letter, and so does Conrad.

[beardedmrbean]

A 24-year-old race car driver who was a member of Tony Stewart’s racing team was killed in an apparent “road rage” crash, Indiana State Police say.

Ashlea Albertson, of Greenfield, Indiana, was a passenger in a GMC Terrain involved in the Friday, Aug. 18, crash on Interstate 65 in Jackson County, according to Indiana State Police.

The driver of the Terrain and of a Chevrolet Malibu were shown “accelerating rapidly” and refusing to allow the other vehicle to pass, state police said. The two vehicles eventually collided, and Albertson was ejected from the Terrain.

She was pronounced dead at University of Louisville Hospital, according to state police.

“She was a good kid (and) a better person,” her father, Todd Albertson, said in a video posted on Facebook. “She just loved racing, she loved the community and you all have done so much for her.”

Albertson’s fiancé was driving the Terrain, and the crash happened as they were driving home from a vacation, according to a social media post from family.

The couple were planning a March 2024 wedding.

Stewart, the NASCAR Hall of Famer whom Albertson raced for, urged people to control their emotions better on the roadway.

“In the past, I’ve also gotten caught up in road rage,” Stewart said in a post on X, formerly Twitter. “I hope that we can honor Ashlea by controlling what we can control on the highway. Losing her is a sobering reminder of how precious life is.”

He called Albertson “a great race car driver” who had an “infectious personality.”

The Greenfield Reporter said in a 2021 article Albertson “got hooked on racing at an early age.” Her siblings served on her pit crew, the publication reported.

Albertson won two races in the All-Star Circuit of Champions TQ Midget Series, according to Racing News, who reported she recently beat Stewart in a race.

In the series, owned by Stewart, racers compete on dirt tracks.

“I like to drive in the dirt,” she told the Greenfield Reporter. “The sliding is the best feeling ever. There’s nothing like it.”

Circle City Raceway, the Indianapolis track where Albertson would often race, said she “always had a smile on her face and time for her fans.”

“You were beyond gracious to the kids who were interested in you and your car,” said Ison’s Family Pizza, one of Albertson’s sponsors. “You were an amazing role model for young girls. Ashdog, you will always be our driver.”

She was honored in Shelbyville, Indiana, Saturday during an event she was scheduled to race in, according to WXIN and WTHR.

Pictures shared on social media show Albertson’s No. 4 race car on display at the speedway as fans and loved ones paid tribute to her.

“I’m going to think about Ashlea every time I think I’m going to have road rage,” team manager Rom Combs told WTHR. “Ashlea will be in the back of my head. Stop, slow down and do what’s right.”

[sebeth]

My 2nd Least-Favorite Targaryen: Daemon Blackyfyre

Welcome back to my ranking of least favorite to most favorite Targaryens! Once again, the rankings aren’t based on heroes or villains – only my personal enjoyment of the character. Rhaegar Targaryen had the “honor” of being the Targaryen I despise above all others. Coming in at #2 is Daemon “Blackfyre” Waters-Targaryen.

A quick bio of Daemon:

·         Daena the Defiant is imprisoned in the Maidenvault by Baelor the Blessed. Aegon the Unworthy pays her a visit and Daemon is born nine months later.

·         Aegon the Unworthy weds Narys and becomes King of Westeros. His firstborn with Narys is a son named Daeron. They also have a daughter named Daenerys.

·         Aegon is lecherous slime and has many illegitimate children by a variety of women. The most famous of the children are Daemon. Aegor “Bittersteel” Rivers, Bryden “Bloodraven” Rivers, and Shiera Seastar.

·         Daeron and Daenerys are married to a Prince and Princess of Dorne to seal the peace with Dorne.

·         Daemon continues to be Aegon’s favorite child. Aegon gives Daemon the Blackfyre sword, a primary symbol of House Targaryen.

·         Daemon pouts because he wasn’t allowed to wed Daenerys. He ends up married to Rohanne of Tyrosh. I am unsure if it was an arranged marriage or if he had romantic feelings towards her and proposed marriage. They have around 10 children.

·         Aegon dies but not before legitimizing his bastards on his deathbed.

·         In the aftermath of Aegon’s death, Daeron (now king of Westeros) grants Daemon a castle and lands.

The preliminaries are done, let’s get to the meat of the story. Well, as much as we can, considering we only the information we have comes from second-hand sources.

King Daeron would later be known as “the Good” and we see the first indications of his decency in his interactions with his siblings. Aegon the Unworthy, Daeron’s father, legitimized his bastards for no other reason than to cause trouble for Daeron.

How does Daeron react to this? Does he overrule the legitimization of the bastards? Does he exile the lot from Westeros? Does he even demand the return of the Blackfyre sword? No, no, and no. He grants castles and lands (Daemon) and high positions at court (Bryden).

How does Daemon respond to this? Let’s rebel and overrule the rightful heir to the throne!

Great guy, this Daemon. And yes, I’m aware multiple characters wax poetic over Daemon’s awesomeness but it’s the “Rhaegar effect” – charismatic exterior, rotten interior.

If we examine Daemon’s justifications for his rebellion, we have:

1.       Daddy loved me best.

2.       I didn’t get to marry Daenerys

3.       I have a sword!

4.       Daeron’s married to a Dornish woman and their children are half-Dornish.

In summary, Daemon feels he should be a king due to nepotism, a broken heart/not getting his way, and racism plus the delusion that having a sword qualifies an individual for kingship.

Daemon’s partners in crime were his half-brother Aegor “Bittersteel” Rivers and Quenton “Fireball” Ball. Bittersteel and Fireball’s motivations to rebel were equally pathetic: Aegor was mad that Daddy Aegon moved onto other women and Fireball was mad that he wasn’t named to the Kingsguard.

Yep, those are the grand motivations for the rebellion. Most people would simply get drunk together and complain over Aegon being the Worst! but they decided to rebel against Daeron because…reasons.

The terrible trio scour Westeros and find malcontents to join their cause and wage war against Daeron. Daeron’s forces, including Bloodraven, counterattack leading to a climatic battle that results in the death of Daemon and two of his sons.

Bittersteel and many others were exiled in the aftermath of the first Blackfyre rebellion. Bittersteel and company would form the Golden Company and launch multiple rebellions against the rightful Targaryen kings.

I had a hard time choosing between Rhaegar and Daemon as my most hated Targaryen as they are very similar characters- both suffer from delusions of grandeur that resulted in the deaths of thousands of innocents.  

Rhaegar took the nod because the idiot didn’t seem to realize there would be massive repercussions to his actions while Daeman and company clearly knew they were starting a war.

As for the aftermath of Rhaegar and Daemon’s actions: Rhaegar’s only had two rounds of repercussions – Robert’s Rebellion and the second will be Dany’s arrival in Westeros.

Daemon’s rebellion is the gift that keeps on giving: Westeros has had 5/6 Blackfyre rebellions if the Peake Uprising and the War of the Ninepenny Kings. And we need to add Young Griff/the Golden Company’s return to Westeros to the rebellions.

A staggering amount of people have died because a delusional pretty boy thought owning a sword should make him a king.

A final thought: I’m amazed at the number of people who are vehemently anti-Team Green but are avidly pro-Daemon Blackfyre. Aren’t they two sides of the same coin? An individual with sketchy claims attempts to usurp the throne from the rightful heir? And unlike in Rhaenerya’s case (where you could make an argument that her bastards count as treason against the throne), Daeron had done absolutely nothing wrong and would go down in history as “the Good”!

[millingroundireland]

Nutley, Cincinnati, and beyond [Part 5]

continued from part 4

Sadly, Bob would die, at age 56, on May 2, 1981, at Holmes Hospital from a brain tumor, malignant glioblastoma. The “Robert B. Mills Memorial Graduate Award,” a scholarship award, would be named in his honor. Left in his immediate family were his wife F.L., two children, along with his sisters Carol (in Cincinnati) and Helen (in Huntington Woods, Michigan). [18] He is buried at Spring Grove Cemetery alongside RBM I, RBM II, Hattie, and Stanley. F.L would die 15 years later on December 31, 1996 at Glen Meadows Retirement Community. Not surprisingly, her tobacco smoking and long-standing alcoholism for years was a major factor in her death. She donated her body to science.

It is best to finish the chapter off with a focus on Bob’s siblings, Helen and Carol. Helen would, in 1950, begin education at New York City’s Brooklyn College. Sometime before 1955 she would marry Alexander “Alex” Christopher Efthim. Alex’s family was born in Albania. [19] Like Helen, Alex was also politically active and aware, with both going to Communist Party meetings. He would write a Masters Thesis titled “Public relations in the Department of Welfare, New York City” at Columbia University, getting a Masters in Public Law in 1940 after graduating with a Bachelor of Arts at Washington University on June 7, 1938. He served in the military from August 21, 1943 to 1946, specifically in the Pacific Theater and become a decorated Army Air Force Captain. On June 29, 1946, Alex would lead a class on organizing vets for political action, described as a “one-man lobby” against crippling OPA (Office of Price Administration). Later that year he would criticize Representative Ploeser in St. Louis, a stout conservative who lost re-election in 1948, likely in part because of Alex’s Fight Inflation Committee. Later, on August 5, 1968, he would publish an article in The Nation titled “”We Care” in Kansas: The Non-Professionals Revolt.” By January 1976 he would be an assistant professor at Wayne State University in school of social work. He was introducing social work to nontraditional settings such as legislator's offices and family physician practices, and for his “advocacy” in the field of teaching he was denied tenure in 1975, although the school of social work fought for him on his behalf. He died on October 13, 1990 in Huntington Woods, Oakland, Michigan.

Helen and Alex's wedding. Alex's brother named Chris is on the right of the picture, near Carol. Alex is to the left of Helen in the middle of the picture). The woman on the right of the picture is Victoria. The little girl may be named Catherine. The name of the boy is not known.

In 1955, Helen and Alex’s child would be born. She would live in the Bronx in a non-discreet apartment building before the family moved to White Plains, New York then Michigan. Later in her life she would live in New Jersey. As for Helen, she completed her undergraduate with a bachelor’s degree at Oakland University in 1974. In 1982 published a book titled Creative Effective Schools, written with Stephen Miller, Wilbur B. Brookover, and Lawrence W. Lezotte. Following Alex's death in October 1990, Helen no longer felt she had a book in her and retired, according to a relative. On January 8, 2009, Helen died in Flemington, New Jersey.

© 2018-2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

This is reprinted from my family history of the Mills/Packard family. This tells a shortened version of the Bob Mills story in World War II sent out to relatives on June 17, 2018. Some other changes have been made to make a smoother text. This was originally published on the WordPress version of this blog in November 2018, but has been broken apart info various parts for this blog.

continued in part 6

Notes

[18] Certificate of Death of RBM III, May 2, 1981, Ohio Department of Health, Certificate of Death, Number 13101; “Robert Mills dies, service set Friday,” The University of Cincinnati news, May 8, 1981, page not known; Cincinnati Inquirer, May 5, 1981. He was also an “inveterate [avid] gardener,” planting at two greenhouses and a Japanese Garden which overlook Lunken Airport, where the fire truck his father had used was broke up and put under the ground. He still had a drives license when he died. He was treated at a University of Cincinnati medical center. He also has a probate record available. Other sources  include: The Cincinnati Inquirer, Jan. 7, 1997, p. 6; Certificate of Death of F.L. Mills, Dec. 31, 1996, Maryland Division of Vital Records, Certificate of Death, issued Jan. 30, 1997. She would die of esophageal squamous cell cakcinoma and also had type 2 diabetes.

[19] His father was named Christo E. Efthim (1886-1962), and mother named Olga Peppo (1897-1959). He would have three siblings: Elthine (b. 1915), Victoria Christ (1922-2002), and Christopher. Other sources include: the Columbia University website, page 4 of the announcement of the commencement of Washington University. He graduated Central High School in St. Louis sometime before 1938, “Students at Political Action Laud Truman's Veto,” Reading Eagle, June 29, 1946; “Veteran berates Congressman,” Prescott Evening Courier, July 9, 1946. Walter C. Ploeser, a Republican, lost re-election in 1948 and later served on the board of the Salvation Army. For background, see the National Archive on the Office of Price Administration and the text of Truman's veto on June 29, 1946. Also see:  Alex Efthim, “Serving the U.S. Work Force: A New Constituency for Schools of Social Work,” Journal of Education for Social Work, Vol. 12, no. 3, fall 1976, p. 29-46; Wayne University, “Alumni Relations: Alumni Giving Council,” accessed July 17, 2017. As a result, the Planning Network of the Planners for Equal Opportunity was born.

[dragonfly92]

OLD FAMILY FRIENDS CHAPTER TEN

Everyone was in the huge hall and it was beautiful decorated it was a mixture of indoors and outdoors, the photographer was taking alot of pictures which included some of just the bride and groom, one with the bride, maid of honor and bridesmaids, there was another where it was the groom, best man and groomsmen then it there was pictures of the bride and her parents, then of her siblings finally pictures of the best man, groomsmen, maid of honor and bridesmaids then everyone started mingling of course there was a bar so some of the guys and girls would hangout there whilst drinking there was a little lake and there was also some swans swimming by, Sarah was on her own admiring the view from the distance Andy was talking to some guys and he notices that Sarah is on her own so he excuses himself to go and talk to her.

She takes a deep breath smiling and then he speaks up saying, "Hey you alright down here all by yourself?" She looks over and smiles saying, "Well actually technically I'm not by myself there are a few swans in the lake but they're not very talkative." He laughs a little saying, "Well alright that's a fair point, I'm surprised you aren't mingling with guests a few of the guys seem pretty interested in talking with you." Sarah laughs saying, "Yeah why do you think I'm down here non stop guys have tried hitting on me but failed miserable nothing against them but I might have my eyes on someone already." 

That causes him to look over at her with a confused expression on her face she notices and laughs a little saying, "Oh come on it isn't that obvious to you is it." He smirks saying, "Well I mean yeah it's a bit obvious but I want to hear you say it." Sarah looks at him smiling a little and turns to face him saying, "I don't know if I should might just let you wait a little longer see how long you can last." He chuckles shaking his head a little saying, "Well I also had a few girls come up and talk to me trying to give me their numbers but I kept rejecting them because well I might have my eyes on a certain girl."

That causes her to laugh speaking up saying, "Oh really let me guess you won't say anything not until I tell you who I have my eyes on is that how it is?" He smirks speaks up saying, "Well yeah it only seems fair to be honest." Sarah continues looking into his ocean blue eyes smiling saying, "Well alright I will tell you but after my sister's wedding think you can hold that long?" He shakes his head a little but admits defeat by saying, "Yeah alright you've got yourself a deal come on then we should get going back otherwise people would be wondering where we've disappeared off too." Sarah links her arm with Andy and as they start walking says, "Yeah you right you know might end up doing a search party even though we are right here."

Once inside it was the bride and grooms first dance and a slow song was playing, Sarah stood beside Andy watching her big sister and now brother in law having their first dance as husband and wife, wishing that one day she would be having her first dance of course she knew who she would want it with, after a little while people started getting onto the dance floor Andy speaks up asking Sarah, "Would you like to have this dance with me?" She accepts his hand which means she accepted his offer and they go on the dancefloor people was looking of course but to be fair neither of them even cared they was just having fun. 

They both ended up dancing for quite a few songs until Sarah needed a much deserved break so whilst she sat down Andy was still on the dance floor with Sarah's little niece it was so sweet of course Sarah decided to take pictures of them both and she would show him later on how sweet that they both looked, after a little while it was Andy's turn to get tired so he sits down next to Sarah who speaks up saying, "Well seems like you was having fun with Maisie did she tired you out already?" He looks over at her smile shaking his head a little saying, "Well to be fair your niece has alot of energy seeing as she's only 4 years old." 

Sarah laughs saying, "Yeah I know that first hand but I did get some sweet pictures of you two dancing it was so sweet, want to see?" He nods and says, "Yeah I would love too." So she shows the pictures to him and sure enough there was a few but they look so sweet some of her standing on his toes another he was holding her, the one before that he was twirling her around and he then looks over to her asking, "You surprise me never knew how amazing you took pictures." Sarah puts the camera in her bag and turns her attention back to Andy saying, "Well my dad taught me when I was a little plus he use to be a photographer retired now but it's now more of a hobby."

He speaks up saying, "Well your dad taught you well he should be proud of you." But before Sarah could reply it's like her dad knew that their was talking about him because as if by magic he shows up sitting down next to Sarah saying, "Well thank you for that Andy and I am extremely proud of her." Sarah looks over to her dad saying, "Let me guess Maisie tired you out as well, you know she is full of energy that girl." Again as if by magic here comes Maisie speaking up saying, "Auntie Sarah can you come and dance with me?" She smiles at her niece saying, "Well I will be honoured to dance with you." 

Maisie smiles and takes Sarah's hand she gets up saying, "If you both will excuse us we've got some dancing to do." So both of them go onto the dancefloor and start dancing, back at the table Neil speaks to Andy saying, "So I see the where you look at my baby girl it's clear that you have feelings for her and I know you will take good care of her, also I know my daughter well enough to see that she obvious likes you as well I wanted to thank you for looking after her especially with what happened last year to be fair she looks so much happier."

He smiles at Neil speaking up saying, "Yeah I do care about her alot she knows I'm always gonna be in her life and yeah kind of figured it out myself, honestly it's no problem she means alot to me and I hate to see her upset but I'm not going anywhere." They both turn their attention to Sarah and Maisie who was both still dancing on the dancefloor then of course Lonny joins in but it was all fun and laughter, Mel was mingling with other guests thankfully Sarah and Lonny already had a strong bond he was always protective of her which she very much appreciated.

It was now time to cut the cake so everyone had stopped dancing, both Melissa and Lonny was behind the table that had the cake on it, of course Maisie wanted Auntie Sarah to hold which she of course did without hesitation seeing as Sarah always loved Maisie they had a big bond that no one could break, Andy was standing beside her now and again he would look down smiling at Sarah who was distracting Maisie who was laughing, then they went back to looking over at Mel and Lonny as they started cutting the cake then each take a piece feeding it to each other which was sweet.

MELISSA AND LONNY'S WEDDING CAKE

It was now night-time and unfortunately it was the end of the party but of course there was fireworks to end in a high also sparklers so Melissa and Lonny carefully walks under so they  wouldn't burn themselves, everyone was cheering there was a horse and carriage at the end of the path which was a surprise for the bride and groom they wasn't expecting to see that, it was a dream come true for Mel and it was all thanks to their parents who had planned it of course she hugged them both, Lonny shook his father in law's hand and gave his mother in law a hug thanking them, then the rider helped Mel up along with Lonny and he followed once they was both comfortable, the rider had gotten back up to the front then the horse and carriage was on the move, of course they was waving at their friends and family who was waving back at them watching them go of course video and taking pictures for the special occasion.

HORSE AND CARRIAGE

[eolewyn1010]

Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 22

Woe is Victor!

In the process of his being a fainting damsel, Shelley’s brilliance shines through. I’m sure Cantor’s essay emphasized this part, too: “I abhorred the face of man. Oh, not abhorred! they were my brethren, my fellow beings, and I felt attracted even to the most repulsive among them [exception being, obviously, the one he made himself] as to creatures of angelic nature and celestial mechanism [something he firmly denies in the Creature’s nature, acknowledging his own failure in the role of God]. But I felt that I had no right to share their intercourse [I’m counting this, just for the word he uses].” DAS GAY: 38

But snark aside, this is so damn good, esp. in context. How he takes the viewpoint the Creature has taken before him, how he can’t see himself as part of humanity anymore. Nice. Gimme.

Of course, Victor has to ruin it by whining incessantly that his father just doesn’t understand him! It’s not a phase, Dad! IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 29

“How little do you know me.” Wonder whose fault that is. “Human beings […] would indeed be degraded if such a wretch as I felt pride.” Made me laugh. As if Victor ever felt pride in his life. Nah, not him. He’s a very humble one. “Justine was as innocent as I” *splutters* …exCUSE me??? Justine was ten times more innocent than you even in your best of times! There’s the hatred again. Twat.

His father is mollycoddling him, and my God, it’s really not kind of Frankenstein sr. to wed off Elizabeth, his precious adoptive daughter, to someone who is verifiably and obviously mentally unstable. Can’t you just betroth her to Ernest instead? As things look, Victor will rather land in a madhouse anyway, so it’s not like he’ll be of much use as an heir.

Of course, he also demonstrates where Victor got his upbringing. “If I don’t talk of the Bad Thing That Happened, it will just go away with no consequences!” These people, man.

Elizabeth’s letter is… really something. “My friend, my cousin” – I was just waiting for her to add “my brother” to it. INCEST VIBES: 16

Apparently, another YEAR has passed since he left Geneva. It’s astounding; time is fleeting. Madness takes its toll…~

Elizabeth brings up the quasi-sibling issue, only to then confirm that she’s game to marry him, earning her another of the INCEST VIBES: 17

She also thinks he was preoccupied with thoughts of someone else he loved, while he was preoccupied with thoughts about the Creature, which, LOL. Gets him the usual double. DAS GAY: 39

INCEST VIBES: 18

I promise, I’m almost done, but I have to give another count for this sentence: “bound in honor to fulfil the wishes of your parents although they opposed themselves to your inclinations.” o.O Inclinations? Did she write it that way on purpose?? Tell me she wrote that on purpose. DAS GAY: 40

Good on Elizabeth for not wanting to be an unloved Beard, tho.

Victor gets back into whining how his wedding night will be his death. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 30

For reasons I cannot fathom, he chooses the word “consummate” instead of “commit” for the crimes the Creature will do onto him. *raises eyebrow* I know I said I was done, but… INCEST VIBES: 19

DAS GAY: 41

And lest we forget anything, he also plays with the notion again that he could indeed defeat the Creature. DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR: 17

Dumbass.

Then he remembers it’s been at least five seconds since he pissed me off with his class conceit, and rectifies that. “What freedom? Such as the peasant enjoys when his family have been massacred before his eyes, his cottage burnt, his lands laid waste, and he is turned adrift, homeless, penniless, alone, but free. Such would be my liberty except that in my Elizabeth I possessed a treasure.” I SO PRIVILEGED: 16

I gave him a double for that, one for the “oh, I’m like a peasant who lost literally everything, except that I still have a gorgeous fiancée and an estate full of riches waiting” and one for referring to Elizabeth as his property again. Get bent, Victor.

“paradisiacal dreams of love and joy, but the apple was already eaten” – Fair enough; that’s the Paradise Lost reference again, but it falls flat here, because the one thing Adam and Eve didn’t lose when they were cast out of paradise was each other. That’s the beautiful thing of the story, that they carried their love out into the world with them and built a life on it, something that Victor proves time and again to be both unable and unwilling to do. If Elizabeth is his Eve, he’s been failing her all this time, long before her death.

“he would surely find other, and perhaps more dreadful, means of revenge” – He thinks this and then still doesn’t reach the conclusion that someone Not Him might be at risk. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 31

Wonder if this count will catch up with the gay count before the end of the book.

…well, maybe not, because he ties the “with you on your wedding night” to the loss of Clerval immediately afterwards, which makes me think that the Creature prevented two marital unions here. DAS GAY: 42

“I will confide this tale of misery and terror to you the day after our marriage shall take place.” Heh. Sure you will. Subtle foreshadowing there, Shelley.

He seriously has the balls to comment on how Elizabeth isn’t glowing with charm and vivacity anymore. SHE HAS A DEPRESSION, YOU SHALLOW BITCH! And now she has to be his security blanket, Jesus Christ, this poor woman.

“But death was no evil to me if the loss of Elizabeth were balanced with it” -.- Okay, now it’s getting stupid. IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 32

He makes me laugh a little when he says, “I shut up, as well as I could […]” It’s not very well, honey. But this is all so cruel to poor Elizabeth. She knows he’s faking it, she sees he’s not the least bit interested in this wedding.

But hey, at least he’s gaining some more possessions via her heritage when he marries her! This is Important Information!

“I carried pistols and a dagger constantly about me” – Pfft. Somewhere in the distance, Bill is snorting with laughter.

Victor’s momentary happiness takes the form of a flowery travel guide again, and then the bitch goes and PISSES. ME. OFF. “You are sorrowful, my love. Ah! if you knew what I have suffered, and what I may yet endure, you would endeavour to let me taste the quiet and freedom from despair that this one day at least permits me to enjoy.” … *inhales, clears throat* Count? IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 33

Now, with this settled… AAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHH! *takes knife and stabs Victor repeatedly* YOU INCREDIBLE PIECE OF SHIT! YOU COULDN’T BE ARSED TO BE A LITTLE ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT YOUR WEDDING, AND NOW YOU GET ON HER CASE FOR NOT BEING ALL SUNSHINE AND DAISIES FOR YOUR BENEFIT!! YOU SERIOUSLY CHASTISE HER FOR NOT SETTING UP A BRIGHT ENOUGH SMILE?? AFTER ALL SHE HAS BEEN THROUGH, YOU CAN STILL TALK ONLY ABOUT YOUR SUFFERINGS, AND YOUR COMFORT, AND YOUR NEED FOR AN OVERJOYOUS PIECE OF DECOR BY YOUR SIDE?? YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO BE KIND TO CHEER HER UP, YOU LOUSY–

*sits down, catches breath, wipes knife* Anyway.

“Something whispers to me not to depend too much on the prospect” – yeah, damn right, girl. You can’t depend on this marriage, and you sure as hell can’t depend on this guy.

More pretty landscape, and then the calm before the storm ends the chapter on a foreboding note. Here’s looking forward to the last few people being removed from Victor’s miserable presence.

[anmolbeniwal23]

Genuine Anniversary Wishes for Jiju and Sister

Sisters are usually extremely helpful to us because we grow up with them by our sides and enjoy their presence. Usually, we find that our sisters make better friends than our friends because we can confide in them about things that we can’t really tell anyone about, and our trust in them grows because of this relationship. But when our Didi had to get married and leave us behind, it was really sad because we missed all the fun we had every day and felt lonely without them.

One of the most memorable events in our lives was when our sister got married. In addition to our sisters’ wedding, we also gained a brother-in-law who enjoys the enjoyment that siblings can have. In Hindi, brothers-in-law are commonly referred to as Jija, and after getting married, our sister also joins the family.

When addressing the happiness and overwhelming emotion surrounding the couple at the celebration to wish a happy anniversary Didi and Jija’s wedding anniversary, we frequently feel at a loss for words. Therefore, we have provided sample speeches for you to use at the celebration of your loved ones’ (Didi and Jija’s) wedding anniversary.

Every one of us is excited when it comes to our sister’s anniversary. Also aware of how much their sisters’ and Jiju’s wedding day means to them.

Short and lengthy wish on the wedding anniversary of Didi and Jija in English We are offering a brief wedding anniversary speech for Didi and Jija of 400–500 words and a simple speech with the same subject for the sister. These speeches will be helpful for everyone, including those who will be presenting messages in honor of a sister and brother-in-law’s anniversary.

I desire that my Didi and Jija’s remaining years be spent in the same amazing friendship, companionship, and affection that they have experienced over the past several years.

Your marriage’s love will only motivate you to strive to improve yourself for your spouse.

With every year that goes by, my sister and my brother-in-law’s attraction simply deepens.

So kindly read it down and deliver it to her now. You might also include a beautiful personalized video from her favorite star, which would be a pleasant surprise for her. This anniversary gift for a sister from Tring is easily adaptable. Therefore, reserve your Tring for your sister right now before it’s too late and give her a special day. Let’s get right to Tring’s best anniversary wishes for Di and Jiju so they can remember it forever.

[ilyasorokinn]

birthday twins , ryan graves

note, so, my birthday is july 1 (don’t know when this is going up), so i wanted to write a fic in honor of that. hope you enjoy :) also, thank you to bestie kesh (@2manytabsopen) for helping me with the names pair, ryan graves x reader  summary, y/n and her daughter, charlotte share a birthday. warnings, covid world, dad!ryan, children word count, 1179 words

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From the moment you met Ryan you knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. You dated for a little over 3 years before he popped the question.

Halfway through wedding planning, you found out you were pregnant. You had talked about kids, but it was definitely a surprise.

At the wedding, you are 4 and a half months pregnant. It was definitely one of the best nights of your life. There was a lot of laughing, crying, dancing.

5 months later, Logan Harley Graves was born. He was born at 2:37 AM, and was so quiet you were scared he wasn’t alive.

And that was just how Logan was. He was a quiet baby. He liked to stay to himself and valued peace and quiet, even as a baby.

He was a momma’s boy and loved to be around you. Ryan understood the bond you and your son shared, and couldn’t even be angry.

Logan was 4 when you found out you were pregnant again. He was kind of confused, but when you told him he was getting a sibling, he got excited.

“Momma?” Logan would ask.

“What’s up, bud?”

“When’s the baby coming?” He continued.

Your heart would melt, and your eyes would water, “She’s coming soon. Almost.” You would always reassure him.

-

You let out another moan in pain as another contraction rippled through your body. Ryan was standing out in the hallway on the phone with both your parents and his, who had flown in to meet their grandbaby and watch Logan while you were in the hospital.

Because of covid, there could only be a few of you.

“Logan says “hi” and he can’t wait to meet his baby sister.” Instead of responding, you moaned in pain a little louder.

“Oh, baby.” He murmured, sitting in a chair at your bedside. You curled into a ball, facing Ryan. He rubbed your shoulder, leaning his head in yours.

“You suck.” You murmured once the contraction went away.

“I know.” He nodded, taking whatever you said to him. He would take whatever you threw at him because you were bringing his child into the world.

“I want cake.” You told him.

“We’ll get a cake after this, okay. I’ll get you all the cake you want.” He pressed a kiss to your head.

“It’s my birthday, and I’m here. I just want her out of me.” You cried.

“I know.” He nodded again, brushing away the sweaty hair on your forehead.

-

Charlotte Maxine Graves was born at 11:59 AM, right on the cusp. She was the opposite of Logan. She came out screaming, making her presence known.

Charlotte was the best birthday gift you had ever gotten. It was even better that you now shared a birthday with your little girl.

Charlotte was placed in your arms after she was cleaned up and the doctors made sure everything was okay with her.

“Oh, you’re perfect.” You whispered, entranced by the little bundle of joy in your arms.

“The most perfect thing ever,” Ryan added. He leaned down to get a better look.

“She’s beautiful.” You cooed, caressing her head. Charlotte opened her eyes and made eye contact with Ryan, who looked like he was about ready to cry.

-

Your parents brought Logan to the hospital. He ran all the way to your room and stood shyly in the doorway when he saw his baby sister lying in your arms.

“Come here, bud.” Ryan gave the little boy an encouraging smile.

“Climb up here.” You patted the empty spot next to you. Logan nervously walked into the room and climbed into the bed.

“What’s her name?” Logan asked.

“Charlotte Maxine Graves,” Ryan announced.

“Do you wanna hold her?” You asked Logan. He looked up at you nervously, “You don’t have to.” He contemplated it, before settling on shaking his head, “That’s okay, bud.” You reassured, reaching out and running a band through his hair.

“She’s beautiful, honey.” Your mother leaned over Logan’s shoulder to get a better look. You only smiled and hummed.

-

3 years later

Ryan snuck out of bed earlier than you. He had everything planned out for the day for you and Charlotte.

He made his way down the hallway towards Logan’s room. He pushed open the door but saw that his little boy was already awake.

“Hi, little man.” Logan got out of bed, and ran over, hugging his father, “Ooh, are you excited today?” Logan nodded his head excitedly, “Then let’s go peeps are everything.” He set Logan on the ground, and they made their way to the kitchen.

They put together, as quietly as possible, your’s and Charlotte’s favorite breakfast. Charlotte shared your love of pancakes.

While Logan snacked on some fruit, Ryan put a few decorations up, then set out the gifts he had gotten you two.

A half an hour after they woke up, they heard you and Charlotte talking as you walked down the stairs, “Let’s go see.” You turned the corner with Charlotte in your arms and gasped.

“Oh my goodness.” Charlotte gasped along with you. Something on the counter caught her eye, and she whined for the pancakes.

“Pancake, pancake!” She whined. You smiled, setting her on the counter so she could dive into the pancakes.

“Happy birthday, momma.” Ryan wrapped you in a hug.

“Thank you, baby.” You kissed his cheek.

“And happy birthday to you, pretty girl.” He then turned to your daughter, who giggled when her father picked her up and spun her around.

You looked over at Logan, who was quietly eating his bowl of fruit. He looked up at you, and sent you a big Logan smile, “Happy birthday, momma.”

“Thank you, lovey.” You kissed his cheek.

“Now, Logan and I have a lot planned today for you two, so the faster we eat, the faster we can move on.” Ryan clapped his hands, setting a plate of pancakes in front of you.

-

“Did you have a good day?” Ryan asked as they got ready for bed.

“I did.” You nodded.

“I’m glad. It was Logan’s idea to go to the Ferris wheel.”

“I did have fun.” You beamed.

“I have one more gift.” He admitted.

“Another one? Ryan, you already got me something.”

“Technically that was from Logan,” Ryan smirked, walking over to your closet. He rummaged around a little, then walked back out with a jewelry box.

“Ryan…” You sighed.

“No, no, you’re going to accept this gift.” He pushed it towards you. You playfully rolled your eyes and opened the jewelry box.

“Oh, God.” Your hand shot up to your mouth in shock.

“Do you like it?” He asked, looking nervous.

“I love it.” You pulled out the locket necklace, and opened it, “Wow.” On one side of the locket was a photo of Logan and Charlotte together, and on the other was a family photo of the four of you.

“I love it.” You set the box down and pulled him into a hug.

“I’m glad.” He kissed your head, hugging you tighter.

-

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[robininthelabyrinth]

anything with jin zixuan marrying into the jiang sect, instead of jiang yanli marrying out?

ao3

It wasn’t that Jin Zixuan didn’t love his mother – he did, he truly did. He loved her, he supported her, he stood by her side in every argument. He would do anything within his power to help her get everything that she wanted.

It was only that he took a very reasonable look at the circumstances and realized he couldn’t. He couldn’t get her the one thing she’d always counted for.

He couldn’t win the right of succession to be Sect Leader Jin.

Maybe if his mother had managed to stop his father from bringing home all his bastards – there were nineteen of them, all together, and those were just the ones that were willing to admit it so who even knew – he might’ve had a better chance, given that he was after all the sole legitimate son. But legitimacy only took you so far: he was neither the oldest of the children, nor the most capable, nor the most cunning. He wasn’t even the best connected, despite his maternal family’s support; that honor went to another one of his siblings, born to an especially well-connected family through unspecified circumstances that might or might not involve rape but which sufficient money had plastered over.

The only thing Jin Zixuan had going for him was his legitimacy, but his father had long ago taught him - however inadvertently - that there wasn’t anything magical about a wedding ceremony that made him better suited to the role of sect leader.

What’s more, in his heart of hearts, Jin Zixuan didn’t even want it.

He wasn’t – he didn’t really like fighting. Or politics, or scheming, or any of it. It just wasn’t his personality. He didn’t like games of influence, he didn’t like backstabbing people that trusted him, he didn’t like gossiping and slandering and not being able to believe in people’s good faith and any of that, and no matter how much his mom pushed him, he didn’t think he’d ever like it. 

But that was what Lanling Jin did, what Jilin Tower was like, and if he wanted to take up the Sect Leader’s seat and reside in the Fragrant Palace, he had to get over himself and accept that that’s what the rest of his life would be like.

Forever.

Until someone murdered him and took his place, anyway. It almost felt inevitable, sometimes. 

Or, because he really truly didn’t want the job, because he really truly didn’t want to die, he could try to think of something else. Some way out.

For example, he could, and did, go to Jin Ziyao and ask him for help.

Jin Ziyao stared at him, eyes narrow and calculating as they so rarely were – he was very good at keeping a bland polite smile on his face, the best at it of all the people Jin Zixuan had ever met, and he’d met a lot. 

“That’s an interesting thing to say, brother,” he said, gently eliding as always the fact that they were the same age, born on the same day to different mothers. “Very interesting indeed. I must ask, though - why are you saying it to me?”

“Because you’d be the best at the job,” Jin Zixuan said honestly. He really thought so: Jin Ziyao was smart and clever, cunning enough to wear a kind face and tricky enough to actually pull off the impression of actually being kind, since people were more willing to forgive kind people, but also ambitious and ruthless enough to survive and maybe even thrive in the political world the way Jin Zixuan wasn’t. “And because you’re smart enough to come up with a way for me to get out of this without dying, if you wanted to.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere. Why would I want to?”

And that was the rub, wasn’t it? Jin Zixuan was the legitimate son, the rightful heir, and his father, their father, was just as likely to name Jin Zixuan as the next sect leader no matter how unfit for the role he was on nothing more than that basis as he was to name anyone else with a much stronger claim. 

It was in everyone else’s best interest to kill him, if they were ambitious.

Maybe not his sisters. They wouldn’t inherit no matter what happened to him.

(Sometimes Jin Zixuan wished he was lucky enough to be born a nobody, little Jin Ziyu, who just wanted to play with make-up and avoid all contact with his maternal Mo family. Nobody cared about Jin Ziyu, and everyone liked it that way.)

“You know my position,” Jin Zixuan explained. He didn’t need to say it out loud; he was bitterly aware that it was basically his only personality trait: legitimate heir of Jin Guangshan, the rich boy everyone thought would be the next sect leader unless someone else got in the way. “My support could be worth something to you.”

“Especially if it’s sincere,” Jin Ziyao murmured, looking thoughtful, contemplative. It wasn’t an outright no, anyway, or at least not yet. “And you would be sincere, wouldn’t you?”

“There’s a reason I said that I’m not fit for the role,” Jin Zixuan replied, his voice dry to hide the fact that his heart was in his throat. Jin Ziyao was the one most likely to succeed in finding a way to get him out of this mess, but he was also the most likely to figure out a way to kill him without being blamed for it, too.  There was a reason he’d come to him, but that reason was the danger - who was to say that Jin Ziyao wouldn’t decide it’d be safer to kill him, and to use this to accomplish it? He could be signing his own death warrant. “And even if you’re smart, competent, good at managing things, well-connected, and well-liked, you can still use my help.”

Jin Ziyao had only a single fault: his mother had been a prostitute. People still judged him for that, something which made no sense to Jin Zixuan whatsoever – it wasn’t Jin Ziyao’s fault what his mother did before he was born – but it meant he lacked legitimacy even more than the others. 

Having the legitimate son backing his claim would be a strong argument in favor of overlooking that.

“You know your mother won’t like it,” Jin Ziyao said. Testing, probing; he hadn’t agreed yet.

“I know,” Jin Zixuan said simply. “But I hope that she’d like me being dead less.”

He wasn’t actually sure about that. His mother loved him, yes, but he had never entirely determined if she loved him for himself or as an extension of herself – a symbol of what she would be fighting towards. A sign that her struggles with her husband had a purpose, that all her humiliation would one day be worth it.

That one day, when he was sect leader, she would become the true power in Lanling through him. 

(Jin Zixuan didn’t know what she imagined would happen to all his illegitimate brothers and sisters in that situation, and he didn’t want to; it put a sick feeling in his gut to think about it – which he supposed meant he did know, after all, what she would want, but was instead choosing to ignore it.)

Jin Ziyao studied him for a long moment, presumably trying to analyze his sincerity and how firm he was on the idea. 

Jin Zixuan didn’t rush him, knowing it was a gamble on his side as well: it would be worse for him to help Jin Zixuan out of the line of succession only for Jin Zixuan to change his mind down the road. It would make him look bad, make him a target for the others, and the backstabbing nature of Lanling politics meant that luring someone in with a request for aid was exactly the sort of trap someone might lay out.

Sometimes, Jin Zixuan was really, really tired of Lanling.

Maybe something of that showed on his face, because just when he was starting to lose hope, Jin Ziyao abruptly nodded – almost to himself – and said, “All right. How about your marriage?”

“What about my marriage?” Jin Zixuan asked, puzzled. 

He’d been engaged to his mother’s best friend’s daughter since before he was born, and amazingly enough the engagement had held despite everything – probably because they had barely met, to be perfectly honest. And also the fact that being surrounded by brothers that hid daggers in their smiles gave Jin Zixuan enough experience to realize that he was being deliberately incited when his so-called friends started telling him that he deserved better than a girl most often described simply as being nice.

After all, he’d already started doubting by that time that he even deserved the accident of his legitimate birth, so forget deserving any girl.

Also, being nice sounded…rather nice, actually. Certainly a relief, assuming she was actually nice rather than just pretending to be the way so many of his sisters were.

(None of them liked her, which suggested she might be.)

“You should get to know your intended better,” Jin Ziyao said. “Visit her more often.”

Jin Zixuan really wasn’t seeing the connection between that and his request for assistance, and Jin Ziyao’s gaze softened a little bit, though Jin Zixuan wasn’t sure if it was with sympathy or merely pity.

“It’ll make it easier for you,” he clarified. “For when you marry in.”

Marry in?

Marry in. The Jiang sect was a Great Sect, with enough power and influence to make unreasonable demands – and his father desperately wanted the alliance with them. If they could be convinced to demand that he marry in rather than having Jiang Yanli marry out, pointing to their smaller numbers or the tragedies that had befallen their sect…

Jiang Cheng would like having his sister around. He was also notoriously standoffish around women, and had viciously rejected any effort to be matched with one of the illegitimate Jin girls; it might even be possible to suggest to his father that allowing Jin Zixuan to marry in would mean that there was a chance that Jiang Cheng would be willing to leave his sect to a nephew surnamed Jiang, winning the Jin sect both an alliance and inheritance all at once.

Best of all, it had to be him. The Jiang sect had only agreed to the engagement because of Madame Yu’s friendship with his mother, not for any political reason; if his father tried to substitute him with someone else, they might break it entirely…

And someone who married out couldn’t be the heir.

“You’re a genius,” Jin Zixuan told his brother, who smiled crookedly in acknowledgement. “What should I do? Do I just – go over there? Send a letter? I can’t write letters…”

“Let me think about it,” Jin Ziyao said. “I’m sure I can come up with something more subtle than you.”

[beauvibaby]

all I could ever want – t.seguin

a/n: part 2 of there won’t be anyone else!! I definitely prefer the first part of this story, but I also love this one because it’s just straight fluff 😌

Word count: 2.9k

“Mommy!” Willow squealed in delight, running into the kitchen to see you, Tyler had picked her up from preschool on his way home from practice. “Willow!” You mimicked, laughing as she hugged your legs, “did you have a good day?” You asked with a grin, Tyler chuckled, “Miss Laura is having a baby.” Tyler spoke for her. Willow nodded excitedly, “aw, that’s great.” You smiled, hoisting Willow up to sit on the counter. “I want you to have a baby, mommy.” She spoke honestly, giving her dad a weird look when he choked on his water, you snickered at him. “Maybe.” You shrugged her comment off, thankful for her short attention span, she was asking to go play with the dogs as she wiggled her way into your arms to be put down on the ground. “Go ahead.” Tyler nodded her off and she went barreling towards the living room where the dogs were innocently napping, poor boys.

“What was that reaction for?” You asked once it was just the two of you, he mumbled something under his breath, “talk like an adult, Tyler.” You teased him, resting a hand on your hip as you gave him a stern look. “I just didn’t think she was going to want a sibling, she loves having all the attention.” He sighed, “plus my baby is too little to want another baby in the house.” He pouted dramatically. Ah, the real reasoning coming out. “Yeah, but you always said you wanted more kids, and you know I would be happy with a full house, so.” You trailed off, kind of disappointed by his lackluster reaction. “You still want to have more kids right?” You asked when he didn’t speak, finally locking your eyes on his. “Yes, of course.” He rushed, “after the wedding?” He offered, seeing your smile turn up, “really?” You gasped like a child. You wrapped your arms around his neck, “I don’t want you to think I don’t want more babies with you.” He smirked, kissing your pouted lips, “I was just so caught off guard.” He admitted honestly, his normal attitude coming back through.

You had to cut him some slack, thinking of how hard it was for him when Willow’s mom was pregnant, she didn’t want him involved in anything he wasn’t able to be apart of it up until the last second, it was like a switch flipped and suddenly she decided she wasn’t fit to raise a baby. As selfish as it sounds, you were so grateful for how it turned out, because at the end of the day you knew she was getting the best life possible with you and Tyler.

“Me too, honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t asked how the baby gets in a woman’s stomach.” You quipped, Tyler groaned, “I can’t even think about that.” He muttered in defeat, kissing the side of your head. When he pulled away, you had a giddy smile on your face, “what?” He asked you suspiciously. “I can’t wait to have a baby with you.” You admitted, watching his nerves melt away. You knew Tyler, and you knew he was a worrier, even if he didn’t voice it, right now he was probably running over every horror story he’s heard about complicated pregnancies. “God you’re gonna look so beautiful.” He muttered, a glint in his eyes, you knew then, that it was all going to be ok, even if he was a nervous wreck. Which part of you thought he would be.

***

You stood by the window of your bridal suite, dressed in your gown and veil, one of the photographers getting photos of you looking out, coincidentally, in the open garden below you, Tyler was doing his first look with Willow, something the photographer had brought up to you, and you jumped on it. Those pictures would be cherished forever, Tyler really didn’t know what Willow was going to be dressed in, but you watched as he turned around and saw his little girl, who didn’t look so little, in a dusty rose colored dress, long lace sleeves and a nice puffy skirt, per her request. Her curls tamed beautifully for once as she actually let the hair stylist apply some products to them. Your grin was wide as he gasped, looking at her and she bounced over to him, you could see her mouth moving and you could only imagine how she was rambling on and on about her dress. A habit he swears she picked up from you.

“Y/N? You ready to head down?” Your maid of honor, your best friend Y/F/N asked, giving you a once over. You smoothed out your dress once more, looking down at the trumpet style gown. “Yeah.” You sniffled, fanning at your face. You and Tyler opted not to do a first look, you wanted to see his genuine reaction as you walked down the aisle. “You look stunning.” She assured you, lightly dabbing under your eyes with a tissue, the sound of the camera going off in the background.

As you reached your spot just behind the double doors, any nerves you had melted away, Tyler, the love of your life, was right on the other side of this wall, prepared to say I do to a lifetime with you.

Tyler’s father was walking you down the aisle, neither of your parents here to do it. As he approached, you smiled, hoping Tyler’s reaction would be similar to his dad’s. You’d grown close with his family over the years, they truly loved you, and it showed as his dad grabbed your hand, kissing the top of it as he smiled tearfully. “I’ll never really know how Tyler managed to snag you up, but he could have never made a better choice.” He explained, voice shaking before he cleared his throat. “Let’s get this show on the road.” He broke the silence, chuckling at himself as you looped your arm with his, holding your bouquet with the other.

The wedding March began to play, and the doors were pushed open, revealing you and Paul standing there. Instantly Tyler looked to the ceiling, his eyes watering already, the smile on his face was undeniable as you walked towards him slowly, your own eyes glazed over at the way he was looking at you. “Gorgeous.” He mouthed, your lips parting in a smile, he loved when he got those smiles out of you, the ones where the corners of your eyes would crinkle, and sometimes you would even scrunch your nose a bit. This was definitely one of those moments.

***

The wedding had come and gone, your honeymoon too, a simple trip with just the two of you before the hockey season started again. “Daddy.” Willow whispered, standing on his side of the bed, he stirred, blinking his eyes a couple of times to adjust to the darkness of the room. He turned his lamp on, “what’s wrong baby?” He asked softly, careful not to wake you as he caressed Willow’s face, frowning at the tears coating it. “I had a bad dream.” She whimpered, “come here.” He huffed as he pulled her up onto the bed. “Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked her, turning the lamp off as he let her cuddle with him. “No, just cuddles.” She mumbled sleepily, his heart swelled in his chest at that, “always, princess.” He sighed, kissing the top of her head as she easily laid on top of him, her teddy bear snuggled between them. You flipped over carefully, having woken up during their little conversation. Tyler gave you a tired smile as you placed a kiss on his shoulder before resting back on your pillow, a smile on your face as you listened to her light breathing.

As morning came you groaned in annoyance, morning sickness coming right along with it.

That’s right, you two had no trouble getting pregnant apparently, today was actually the day you were going to tell Willow about the baby. “Is mommy sick?” Willow asked Tyler as they woke up to you bolting out of bed, he held back a chuckle, “no, she’s ok.” He assured her, “stay here.” He demanded gently before coming to check on you as you brushed your teeth. “Hi babe.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, “doing ok?” He asked softly, locking eyes with you in the mirror. “Yeah,” you sighed, leaning into his hold after you rinsed your mouth out. “Are you ready to tell her?” You asked eagerly, “god, yes.” He groaned, giving you a quick kiss.

Willow was sitting in the middle of the bed, adjusting the bow on her teddy bear's head. “Good morning, baby.” You chuckled, sitting beside her, she shot you a smile, just like Tyler’s as she crawled into your lap. “Don’t forget miss bows.” She mumbled with a pout, Tyler snickered as you took the bear and placed a kiss on its head, “good morning, miss bows.” You spoke dramatically, Willow snuggling happily into you. “Hey, Willow.” Tyler spoke softly, sitting beside you, “guess what?” He smiled at her, she sat up a little straighter, “what?” She asked cutely, you shared a look with Tyler. “We’re gonna have a baby.” You told her, relief hitting you as she jumped up screaming in excitement. “A baby?!” She squealed. You quickly pulled out your phone to record her, sending it to Tyler’s parents. “When?” She asked giggling, sitting crossed legged in front of you both. “Oh, it’s still going to be a few months honey.” You explained sweetly, “but you’re going to be a big sister, that means you can help me and mommy get stuff ready for the baby.” Tyler assured her, wanting her to feel involved and not like the baby was going to completely take over.

The months started flying by, you were having a little boy, Tyler thought he wanted another daughter, which of course he would have been just as excited for, but when he heard it was a boy, you could see the way his eyes lit up. Willow had been a little upset at first, wanting a little sister that she could do all her fun girly things with as she got older, but after some long conversations and some explanations, you convinced her of all the reasons it would be fun for her to have a brother.

Tyler was more than nervous as your water broke in the middle of the night, of course you’d thought ahead and had spoken to Tyler’s mom, who had been staying with you guys for about a week, to be here and help with Willow once you had the baby. He swears that your labor went on forever, but really, you’d gotten lucky and progressed quickly. Nearly missing the window to get the epidural, which terrified you, but you got it, and now you had a very healthy, chunky little eight pound baby boy. Much to everyone’s surprise, everyone expected him to be smaller, but you weren’t complaining.

“Oh my god.” You cried out as they put him on your chest, his screams filling the room, it felt like an eternity until he began to cry, but he was sure to make up for it.

“I can’t believe we made him.” Tyler mumbled, unlike Willow, Hunter was born with next to no hair. “I know.” You whispered, running your finger across his chubby cheek, he was peacefully sleeping in your arms, already a hungry baby, having drunk himself right to sleep. “I hope he looks like you.” Tyler muttered, lightly kissing the side of your head, a smile graced your lips, “I hope he looks like you.” You giggled, “but I kind of don’t, because then all the girls will be after him when he’s a teenager.” You added, your husband chuckling beside you. “Let’s worry about his first night home, yeah?” He laughed softly. “Willow is going to be so excited.” You sighed, lacing your fingers with Tyler’s.

***

“Mommy, daddy!” Willow rushed over when you walked in, Tyler having the car seat around his arm. “Hi, sweet girl.” You welcomed her hug, kneeling to her height. “Were you good for grandma?” You asked gently, she nodded eagerly before moving over to hug Tyler once he placed the car seat down. “Hi princess.” He grinned, hugging her tightly, “I missed you.” He kissed the top of her head, laughing as she completely disregarded his comment and looked at Hunter in awe. “He’s so pretty.” She gasped, making you and Jackie both laugh. “He really is a beautiful baby, honey.” Jackie spoke to you, giving you a gentle hug. Tyler moved the car seat up to the table, shushing Willow as he assured her she would get to hold him. “Go wash your hands.” Jackie instructed her, walking over to Tyler as he easily held the newborn in his hands. She kissed her son's cheek before grabbing Hunter’s hand, “hello beautiful boy.” She cooed, running her thumb over his arm. “You did good.” She commented to Tyler, lightly nudging his side, he shot her a smile, “yeah.” He agreed, glancing at you.

“Can I hold him, please, please?” Willow begged, running out with freshly washed hands, you nodded, “go sit on the couch, I’ll bring him to you.” You instructed her softly, she giggled and ran off to the couch, you gently took Hunter from Tyler, “oh, Jackie did you want to hold him fi–“ “No, no, let Willow do it first, she’s just so excited.” Jackie cut you off mid ramble. You smiled in relief, slowly walking over to the couch, Tyler came and sat next to her, he put a pillow on her lap, and had her put arms out on it. “You have to be really gentle, ok?” He told her as he put his arms around her, his hands offering extra support for the baby’s neck. You laid Hunter down, smiling as Willow cooed down to him, “hi baby brother.” She giggled, looking over at you and then to Tyler. “Mommy,” she mumbled as you sat next to them, Tyler picking the baby up as he began to fuss, “I love him.” Willow concluded in the most serious voice. “I love him too.”

***

Hunter gurgled up at you as you dressed him in sweatpants, now two months old, and all of you were missing Tyler as he just had his first away game of the season. You left him shirtless, a pun at how Tyler always walked around the house in his pajamas, “mommy, I wanna match.” Willow pouted, you looked at her in thought for a moment, knowing you couldn’t let her run around in only pants, even if it was only in the house. “Oh, I have an idea.” You grinned, scooping the baby up and going into the back of the closet, where most of Tyler’s old shirts were. “Come here baby!” You called, Willow came bouncing in, one of your fondest memories as a child was wearing your dad's old shirts as pajamas, so why not pass it on to her. “Pick one to wear.” You told her, smiling as she got all excited, flipping through them, she pulled two down off the hangers, “where this one mommy, please.” She gave you her puppy eyes, not that she had to. You nodded, taking the shirt from her and going into the bathroom to change into it, leaving your shorts in underneath.

A loud laugh fell from your lips as you walked out and saw her drowning in his shirt, but there was nothing more adorable. “Come here, let me get a picture.” You made Willow lay on the bed, and put Hunter next to her, you wanted to send the picture to him, but you’d rather him be surprised by your outfit choices for the night. “Hello!” Tyler called from downstairs, Willow giggled carefully moving away from Hunter, “careful, hold the shirt up so you don’t fall!” You called as she took off out of the room, her response faded out as she bounced down the steps, you following with Hunter curled up in your arms. “Hey baby!” You heard Tyler gasp, “what do you think you’re wearing?” He questioned her, lifting her up into his arms. “We missed you so much, we figured why not dress up as you.” You explained, making him look up and see you in one of his shirts and Hunter in little grey sweatpants, Tyler threw his head back in laughter, “are you surprised?” Willow asked him, arms clasped around his neck, he hummed in agreement as he kissed her cheek before coming over to you. “Hi.” He whispered before pecking your lips.

“Hi.” You repeated, smiling as he pulled away, Willow wiggled her way down to the ground, allowing him to take Hunter from you. “Hey bud, looking good.” He mumbled kissing across his chubby cheeks. “And mama, as beautiful as ever.” He winked over at you. He smirked when you rolled your eyes with a smile, “movie night!” He declared, bolting up the stairs with Hunter to go change. You chuckled as you ordered pizza, deciding to make it a fun simple night. You knew that it wouldn’t always be like this, but you knew that whatever life through at you, you two could make it work.

“You know, I’ve got all I could ever want right here.” Tyler mumbled as you sat curled up on the couch with two sleeping kids on your laps. “Me too, Ty.”

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