#them calling each other husband and wife while totally not dating

[nell0-0]

Dunno if you ship it but what about conductorshipping (elesa/emmet) with some optional third wheel Ingo tossed in?

Tbh, I don't know. I HC Emmet as grey-aroace and Elesa as a lesbian, so this feels a bit out there. But I could totally see them tentatively dating before figuring themselves out and staying as very good friends! They would totally joke about it and be overly dramatic just to tease Ingo.

[zweetpea]

so please imagine if you will…

CW: Babies

Imagine You and Gojo as teens. Him being a total player and you being his “innocent” chaotic junior by a year.

Imagine you’ve got a bit of a rivalry going on. Him with all his... stuff... and you with... let's say with a Nullifying cursed Technique.

Imagine you guys grew up together. You always had an edge on him in a fight up until he unlocked his reversed curse technique during his second year at Jujustu Tech.

Imagine that somewhere in your studies you and Gojo had a heart to heart about your futures. It's late... maybe you guys are pulling an all-nighter. He reveals in a moment of what he perceived as weakness his insecurities being the next head of the Gojo clan brought him. How he didn't feel like he'd ever fall in love. How he knew felt like the higher ups would push an arranged marriage onto him. How he was scared that he wouldn't be a good husband or father. And his biggest fear that any child he did bring into this world would have to face the same hardships he did only without the six eyes to back it up. How he felt guilty for taking that opportunity away from them.

Imagine shifting his head onto your lap in that moment and proposing a deal to him. If you both were single by the time you hit 25 you'd marry each other. That way he wouldn't have to worry about whether or not he'd be a good partner. Or how strong his kids could be. Or what kind of woman the higher ups would try to force him to be with.

Imagine after that day he never went on another date for a decade. waiting for the day you'd get married and he could finally have babies with you to keep the Gojo legacy alive.

Imagine him sabotaging any dates you get over the next decade. Being jealous and possessive of you in front of any guys who might find you attractive. (In his mind it's all of them)

Imagine him never telling you any of this You probably already know

Imagine after a while you move away to pursue a career somewhere else because of how clingy and obsessive Gojo has gotten. Completely forgetting about the promise you made and coincidentally not being able to pursue a real relationship because of being a sorcerer.

Imagine on your 25th birthday you get a text from a random number asking you a bunch of strange questions. "Red velvet's still your favorite cake flavor right?" "Is royal blue and rose gold tacky?" "Is rose gold still your favorite color?" "Out of these options which dress is your favorite?" They're all very short cocktail wedding dressed.

Imagine obviously ignoring this stalker. Going about your day. Maybe getting a few drinks with some friends after their work days were over. And when you uber home a bit tipsy you find someone waiting for you in your living room.

"Sweetheart! You're home! And you're wasted!" Gojo held you and kissed your temple. "Come on let's get you cleaned up and get you to bed."

"Gojo? I'm not drunk I'm just a bit buzzed. How and why are you here?"

"Come on, babe. Call me Satoru! I'm here to celebrate your birthday and our engagement!"

"Huh?"

Imagine how sweet he could be as he picks you up in a princess carry and takes you to the bathroom. Carefully getting you cleaned up and reminding you about your deal, and of course asking if you got his texts. You merely laugh and kiss his cheek.

Imagine how the next morning you wake up and roll over in bed only to come face to chest with him.

"How'd you get in my bed?" You'd smile at him.

"I carried my lovely wife here last night, after she got drunk off her ass."

"I thought I told you to sleep on the couch."

"I was lonely." He'd whine and press his cheek against the top of your head.

Imagine how he'd take care of most of the wedding preparations. (except the dress cause ain't no way you bout to look like some hooker barbie on your big day) And him giving you his mother's wedding ring. Just the two of you and a few close friends having a small, intimate ceremony.

Imagine "Forgetting" to tell the higher ups about the union so they call him in to have a meeting with him telling him that they've selected a woman to be his wife. He laughs in their faces as he pulls out his phone and pulls up a photo of you pregnant with his baby.

Imagine his smirk when they all start to freak out and protest. And oh boy...

Imagine how that smirk falls when one of them suggests that the baby isn't his...

Imagine him coming home all bloody. His smile as wide as ever as he informs you that "It's not mine" or his rather. And how you just hand him some new clothes and push him towards the shower.

Imagine how thrilled he is when he finally gets to hold his baby in his arms. The silent vindication he feels seeing as the baby looks exactly like him.

"I spend 12 hours squeezing you out of my body and you have the audacity to look like your father. You really are a Gojo."

Just please Imagine it all for me if you will

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Hii can u do something fluff with daemon being in love with his grandchild. His daughter with Rhea Royce have a baby that look just like daemon and he can keep his eye of the baby.

A/N: I hope you like it! It's totally alright!

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x daughter!Reader

summary: daemon being in love with his grandchild. His daughter with Rhea Royce have a baby that look just like daemon and he can keep his eye of the baby.

Word count: 2,1K

Warnings: Fluff

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"How are you feeling?" Rhaenyra, your stepmother, asked kindly. You rubbed your grown belly with a soft smile. This was your first child and everything was all new to you but you loved every minute of it.

"I feel bloated and my feet hurt along with my back but that has not weakened my excitement" You answered. Rhaenyra laughed at your words. Being Daemon's eldest daughter and with a couple of years in between you and your sisters you were already married while they remained betrothed. You were married to your cousin Aemond a couple of years back, it was not an easy marriage nor was it out of love which id why it took you several years to conceive, Aemond and you took time warming up to each other before giving this marriage a real chance hence the babe in your belly.

"You remind me of myself when I was swollen with Jace" She patted your hand atop you belly. A smile grew on your face at the feeling of your child moving around in your belly trying to find a comfortable position inside.

"I just hope they are healthy, the maester said I have passed my due date and it worries me" Your heart filled with worry. Aemond held you bights back as you cried fearing for your child saying that he will be by your side no matter what and he would do anything in his power to ensure your and your child's safety.

"Tis normal with the first pregnancy" Rhaenyra tried assuring you. You gave her a wary smile, breath shaking and hands beginning to tremble.

"Thank you" You were grateful for her support. She may have not been your mother but she and Laena before her both embraced you as if you were their own and loved you as such as well.

That night you were more at ease when getting ready for bed with a little more discomfort than usual, however you had a smile and your mood had lifted. You spent the day with Rhaenyra and your sisters before going to the yard and watched your father and husband have a friendly spar which ended with your father wining. Lastly your entire family had supper together showing a united front and supported you with the many laughs and conversations circling around, even Aegon was on his best behaviour.

"You look happy, wife" Aemond pointed out as he slid into his side of the bed which seemed to grow smaller and smaller in the passed couple of moons. You fixed the pillows behind your back still feeling uncomfortable before leaning back against them.

"I am, spending the day with you all made me feel at ease" Your hands wrapped around your middle rubbing soothing circles to lull your child into a slumber so you could sleep yourself.

"It gives me comfort that this child will have a loving family if I were pass during labour" Your eyes filled with tears. You turned to look at Aemond by your side.

"Do not say that, you will live to see him or her grow and present them with many siblings as well" Aemond reached over to rub your bulging your stomach as well. It was after a couple of second of silence you felt a rush of water between your legs a sharp sting in your belly making you gasp.

"What is the matter?" Aemond pushed himself into a sitting position to look at you. He withdrew his hand fearing he was the cause of your pain.

"I think it is time" You responded. It was a couple of minutes later when a second rush of pain hit. There was time before it would be time to push, the maester had informed you of the steps during labour.

"I will call the maester" Aemond pushed the comforter to the side with the intend to leave the bed but you latched yourself to his arm before he could.

"Promise me first" You whimpered. Aemond's eyes filled with confusion.

"Promise me that this child will have a happy life if I were to die" You repeated. You watched as Aemond gulped looking between your eyes with his own worry.

"You will not" His voice was weak. He did not utter a singular word as your tightened your grip when a new contraction hit you.

"Promise me" You yelled shaking his arm. Your other arm was trying to sooth the tensed muscles of your stomach.

"I promise" He pushed your hand off gently and moved to the doors. You leaned back against the pillows content with the promise he made.

You did not know how many different feelings coursed through your body as you awaited the maesters arrival. Happiness, you were going to become a mother and you were going to make Aemond a father, and in public you were finally doing your duty. Excited, you were going to meet the being you and Aemond created from your love and passion, you were going to get to hold the small person who has lived inside of you for many moons now. Fear, you feared the pain and dying, you did not want to leave your child motherless. Anger, angry that Aemond did this to you and had the audacity to leave you in your room alone in so much pain.

"Aemond! Get back here!" You yelled. Aemond turned to look at you shocked as the guard stationed at your door sprinted down the corridor to bring the maester. Your face was already turning red and small beads of sweat were growing on your hairline.

"My love?" he tilted his head to the side confused. You let out an anguished yell clutching your stomach even harder. He moved without thinking to your side to help adjust you.

"Do not touch me you cunt! This is happening because of you" You pushed his hands away harshly. Aemond was taken aback by your harsh words, you have never spoken like this to him even when you were sparring, you were Rhae Royce's daughter after and it would be a shock if you did not know how to wield a sword.

"You fucker had to get your prick wet" You slapped his shoulder with all your strength which was painful. Aemond coughed with pain and shock moving away from the bed fearing your wrath and strength.

"Come back here you cunt "You hissed, your pupils were dilated and it was like you were going to be breathing fire any second, a true dragon.

In that moment the maester walked in followed by some midwives and Queen Alicent. She could see the horror on Aemond's face but his face paled when the maester moved the blanket off your lap to show your nightgown already soaked with blood some clear water.

"Her waters have already broken but seeing as the princess was not in any pain prior I believe this will be an easy birth" The maester sounded joyed. Alicent shared a tight smile with him knowing that labour was going to still hurt.

"Easy birth my ass!" You yelled attempting to kick him the face but one of the midwives stopped you by holding your leg.

"We need to wait a while until your body is ready to deliver" The maester explained. You let out an annoyed huff turning to glare at Aemond who was frozen to the side.

"This is all your fault" You gritted your teeth. Aemond looked at his mother for help but she only shrugged.

It was several hours later when your baby was finally born during the hour of the nightingale, dawn was only an hour or two away at this point. It was a healthy son and he announced his arrival by screaming his head off the second he slipped out of you and did not stop until he was placed in your arms.

"Oh my darling" You cried holding the bloodied child close to your chest. He had tufts of white-blonde hair like his father unlike your dark brown hair like your mother. You turned to look at Aemond still frozen in the same spot and held out your hand for him to take and he finally found the courage to step closer to you.

"Look at our son, is he not the most beautiful child?" You asked. You leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead before handing him to his father. Aemond's hand were shaking but he forced them to be steady when the most precious thing in his life was placed in them.

"Yes, the most beautiful child" He was mesmerised by the sight that greeted him. wide purple eyes and full cheeks.

"Looks just like Prince Daemon" One of the midwives pointed out as she helped pack some of the things the maester had brought with him. Alicent leaned closer to look at her grandchild and to your surprise a look close to disgust grew on her face.

"Yes as if you fucked your own father and birthed his son" She shivered at the thought of such a queer relationship.

"Mother!" Aemond explained shocked by the suggestion and that she even let her imagination run so wild, he knew you were faithful. This kind of relationship was queer even for the Targaryens.

"Where is my grandchild" The glaring contest was interrupted by your father strutting in with a huge smile on his face. Rhaenyra was hot on his tail moving to sit on your other side.

"Are you alright?" She asked running a hand through your sweat soaked hair with no problem or even feeling disgust unlike Alicent who at some point could not bare looking at you.

"I am alright" You assured her. Aemond handed your son to your father gently. Your father tsked as he bounced the small babe in his arms.

"A beautiful boy" he chuckled looking at you. You were grateful to have your father here to experience such a moment with you, your first moments with your child, the moment you became a mother.

"What will you name him?" Rhaenyra asked curiously. Aemond turned to look at you watching as you grinned, eyes glued at the babe in your father's arms, you were glowing like any new mother.

"Daemon" Aemond said. Your father's head snapped up to look at your husband.

"Yes?" He cocked his eyebrows confused. You gasped when you finally understood why your husband had uttered that name.

"We will name him Daemon, as it was pointed out he looks like a spitting image of his grandsire so it is only fair he is named after him as well" Aemond explained. Your father had a genuine smile on his face as he turned his gaze back to his grandchild.

"Welcome little Daemon" He laughed alongside you all. Alicent rolled her eyes taking her leave quietly.

By the third moon of your son's birth your father had asked you to move to Dragonstone at least a thousand times leaving you no choice but to agree for his sake. Aemond was happy to pack his things and leave the stinking city of King's Landing. You traveled on dragonback with Daemon strapped securely to your body and his dragonling that had hatched days after his birth was with Aemond.

Your father completely ignored your presence at the welcoming and went straight to his grandchild. Aemond laughed as you pouted now arms empty of your child and your father ignoring your existence. Of course later on your father made it up to you when Daemon was asleep.

The more Daemon grew the more he resembled your father as if he truly was his own child, he had the same forehead, nose and lips and even the eye shape. Aemond did not care for his son's looks and loved him nonetheless but rumours stills circled that you had been unfaithful to your husband with your own father but Aemond was quick to shut them down.

By the time Daemon was two you were pregnant yet again which excited the toddler. Daemon followed after his grandsire like a lost puppy most of his awake time. Your father did not grow tired of it and he never would. He would keep your son close by even during council meetings. He would take him with him to the training yard to make him watch until he was of age to sword fight himself. To say your father was obsessed with your son was an understatement. Even you birthed your second born, another son, Daemon remained your father's favourite and he was not ashamed of it.

[immabitqueer]

Watching House MD for the first time in 2024 full SEASON 1 Review-

- I had learned from his Wiki page before I even started the show that he had a couple of divorces, but Wilson is really bad at marriage, isn't he? His wife is having company and she makes dinner. House calls once and he totally abandons those plans to meet him at a bar. Wilson lies to his wife and says he's working on christmas and then he goes to Houses apartment instead. House continuously implies that wilson is having affairs around the hospital. He's very funny, he's clever, and he can be sweet, but I would NOT want that man as a partner. That being said, whenever House and Cameron were going on a date and he goes to Cameron to tell her not to hurt House was crazy. Everyone is just so worried about Cameron getting hurt and he does NOT care about her. He's like "huh?? why would I care about you i'm here about house??"

- Cameron's crush on House hit me like a ton of bricks. Even before it was revealed that she had a crush. I thought that they were so good as friends. It seems that now at the end of the season. It's kind of been packed up? And i'm glad for that I hope they can go back to being just besties. You kind of begin to see some of the more flawed parts of Cameron in the latter half of this season, which I appreciate. Such as her need to fix things or people. It makes her feel a bit more human and not just a very angelic being.

- Chase also has a lot of flaws shown in the latter half of the season, and a lot more than Cameron. Don't get me wrong, I still love him, but he was one sidedly enemies with a ten year old girl because she was overweight? Also I picked up on a consistent habit that Chase seems to have where in general he's a pretty nice guy, but when things start to go wrong for him, he will say the most out of pocket things to patients. It's a writing quirk that showed up early in the season with the nuns and has been a constant part of his character since. Also, I made a post about this when I watched the episode. But canonically has seen a dominatrix???? More and more ragged pieces of fabric are stitching themselves together to show me a quilt of Chase.

- I hope in the future we get more focus on Foreman as a character. I would like to know everything about this man. And I know that it was a joke at the beginning, but this man really does try to tie every case back to neurology. Him stepping in to tell House not to hurt Cameron by being nice and giving her hope was nice.

- Time for Mister Gregory House himself. Noticing a pattern of him very much being good with children and having no room for idiot parents who are hurting their kids or are weary of medicine. Love to see it. He has a very distinct relationship with everyone on screen. Every person he interacts with, he interacts with the differently. He's pretty hard on Chase, especially after the Vogler incident. He is continuously hard on Foreman as well with an unhealthy dose of micro-aggression mixed in. Generally, he's hard on Chase in a fatherly way and hard on Foreman in a motherly way, if that makes any sense. He is much softer with Cameron. He and Wilson are co-dependent and at the same time can be very cruel to each other, while also supporting each other. It's very interesting to see these dynamics play out.

- Stacy is complicated. Her trying to convince House to do a treatment her husband doesn't want him to do, mirroring how Housebecame disabled was painful. I can see why she would want the treatment for them in both scenarios and I can also see why it can be selfish or wrong. She found someone that doesn't make her feel alone and is willing to forgive her, so in the end I guess she found her way to a happier life. I still think House has the right to be angry, of course and she isn't owed House's forgiveness but she's at least understandable.

Random extra thoughts and things I've noticed:

- THE KID FROM SPY KIDS WAS IN AN EPISODE??

- So was the girl from mean girls, les mis, mama mia, and Jennifer's body, can you tell I don't know peoples names?

- House has the saddest little eyes but they also pierce my soul and make me feel horrible for him, almost like I did something

- House has an array of toys all over his desk, and he plays with his cane or rubber bands all the time

- I could not STAND Vogler. I'm glad they wrapped up his arch this season because I was getting tired of him

Some context:

I'm watching the show mostly because my Twitter and Tumblr were very adamant that I do, but also because I have a running thing where I very rarely finish a show that I start. I've started several shows and finished very few of them. I started watching House on New Year's Eve The day before the first day of 2024 and plan to finish it before the first day of 2025. This is actually a big deal for me because usually I can't finish a show over 3 seasons and the farthest I've gotten is five seasons. I will be posting as I go and also doing a halfway point and a full season review of all 8 seasons.

[thisismeracing]

some professors are not here today so I'm free (for some hours at least) and I went through your jb22 tag and!! HUSBAND!JENSON IDEAS FILLED MY HEAD!!

and specially im stuck on the him being married to a woman in motorsport... I've thought stuff for her being either a reporter or an engineer🫣

reporter!yn:

they two would be teasy from the start, way before they started dating. when he first came to f1, it was her first year in the reporting world and my my, they instantly clicked!! he would be flirty mid interviews and she'd blush sooo hard, literally wouldn't know how to act

eventually he asks her out, maybe after a win of his because they had made a bet

"if I win today, you owe me a date"

"guess I'm rooting for your teammate now"

NO HOLDING BACK IN TEASINGS!!! and so they date and after some years, when they get married, they are literally one of the most iconic couples. she's grown more into him, is even more comfortable teasing him in front of the camera and he absolutely LOVES it (I just know he has that silly grin of his every time)

ofc he calls her darling nonstop

"Jenson, comments on [x thing]?"

"well, Mrs Button-"

MRS BUTTON ALL THE WAY

and he's such a romantic

and, lastly, when he retires he joins her in interviews and they are really known as Mr and Mrs Button, THE reporting duo

engineer!yn:

oh god, now this one is a match. it's the way they entered f1 together and they learn together, from each other. it's the way they've stayed many, many nights in the garage together, just to make the perfect car with his needs and her brains. and one of those nights, after 5 years of working together, them being alone there makes them kiss and oh, they are really inseparable now

their first time would be the making love type of thing, with so much longing

it's the "she fell first but he fell harder" for sure!! in every race weekend he'd bring her her favourite snacks while he just stays there and admires her working

small crash tw: in case of a crash, she'd be worried sick, but the moment he'd step out of the car, they'd be hugging nonstop

all that ofc behind closed doors, because he doesn't want people to think that she's where she is now because of their relationship

he wants people to see her worth, he wants to give her space to shine

but one day, he wins and she is up there in the podium with him and they can't hold up and they kiss at LAST

when they get married, before every race, he kisses her hand and specifically her wedding band in the most tender manner

when he decides to retire, she stays in f1 still, though wishing she was still his mechanic, as she was all 17 years in the sport

but then she suddenly sees him in the reporting role and she's like !!!! MY HUSBAND !!!!

and honestly they'd be simply unstoppable, with them exchanging knowing looks and smiling and just remembering all those years back, when they were just a rookie and an engineer

all in all, husband!Jenson, whichever case, is an extremely loving and caring man who would do everything for his wife. he'd always try to make her laugh, whenever she'd feel down he'd comfort her nonstop and he'd be her safe place completely

now now we all know that he's surely also a man that craves for his woman's pleasure and would do pretty much everything for it🫣🫣 can totally imagine after race sex to take out all his left stamina AND to celebrate...

-🌻

reporter!yn

jenson would totally ask about her if its ever a different reporter interviewing him. the two meaning jokes would make her forget what even the interview was about because let's be honest how does one stays chill after jenson freaking button hits on them?

"if I win today, you owe me a date"

"guess I'm rooting for your teammate now" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DKGJSDKJGSKHJDSKJHSDH

I think this line is totally something that they would say on camera, live tv, and all, they crossed a line, but everyone loved their dynamic at this point so it wasn't a problem.

engineer!yn

the whole garage roots for them even when they're oblivious to how in love they are!!

I loved this scenario too oh my oh myyyy

asjfkaj after race sex, but also before race sex (its about getting ready and yk he believes that it can give him some luck hehe)

[the-iceni-bitch]

Wrapped Around Your Finger

Kinktober Day 21: Mutual Masturbation

Relationship: Ransom Drysdale x fem!wife reader (ninja and puppy, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Ransom loves coming home to you

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (cum eating, soft sex, dirty talk and teasing, mentions of m receiving oral sex), established relationship, fluff, these two being all in love and shit, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Listen, I know I am exceptionally behind on these, but this is definitely not totally on me, as someone (they know who they are) has been a monumental distraction over the past few weeks. So we’re still just churning these out whenever I’m done with them, and if Kinktober turns into Kinkmas, don’t judge me too hard.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

It had been the longest fucking week of Ransom’s life. He didn’t think the two of you had ever been apart for more than 72 hours since you’d first moved in with him, so he guessed after three years and you marrying each other it was about time. But he fucking hated it. Even calling you every morning and every night wasn’t enough for him, and he could tell Ari was a little miffed every time he pouted through a meeting with a potential investor because he’d had to cut his call with you short. Of course, he got to bring his fiancé with him, so he didn’t think the man could really be that mad at him.

As soon as an earlier flight opened up though he jumped on it, giving Ari and Jake only the briefest goodbye before speeding towards the airport. He decided it was good that the two of you still hated being apart after so long together, rather than listening to the teasing of your two best friends when they told him you were both a little on the codependent side. You just still loved each other. A lot. The most.

Ransom finally started to relax when the car pulled up to your house, a warm grin spreading across his face while he opened the front door as quietly as possible so the dogs wouldn’t bark and wake you up. It was so late, or early really, and even though he knew when he took the earlier flight he was going to be getting in while you were still asleep, being able to be in the same bed with you again was all he needed.

He froze when he got to the top of the stairs and he heard one of your beautiful, low moans coming from the bedroom. That sound and the thought of what exactly you were probably doing at the moment went straight to his dick, like it always did, and he was barely able to stop himself from ripping the door off the hinges and diving into bed with you immediately. But he wanted to see you.

You whined when he gently pushed the door open, making him bite his lip to hold back his groan when he walked into the room and finally set eyes on you. Your face was hidden since it was buried in your pillows, but he couldn’t stop watching the way your body was rolling under the covers while he stripped out of his clothes. Every single whimper and sigh that came from your mouth just made him harder, his fist wrapping around his cock once he was naked as he prowled towards the bed.

“Baby…” Ransom grinned and purred when you let out a sharp gasp at him crawling into the bed with you, ducking close when you turned your face to him and rubbing his nose against yours while he drew back the covers so he could watch you hump your hand while he kept stroking his cock. “I missed you.”

“Yeah… mmm, I missed you too.” You arched your back and nibbled on his bottom lip while you started pressing your fingers into your swollen clit, moaning at the wet sounds of Ransom’s hand sliding over his dick. “My husband, why would you ever leave me?”

“Because I’m a stupid fucking idiot.” Ransom growled when you disconnected from his lips just long enough to turn onto your back, his eyes narrowing while he watched you shove two fingers into your pussy and start to fuck yourself with your hand before you were kissing him again. “A dumbass, really. When I have such a beautiful, warm, slutty wife at home.”

“Mmm, the sluttiest.” You moaned into his mouth when he wrapped his free arm around you and gently squeezed your breast, your own unoccupied hand winding through his hair while you glanced down to watch him circle the swollen head of his dick with his fist. “You missed so many showers, and naked yoga, and me getting high and grinding my soft little pussy against your pillow while I watched all of our sex tapes.”

“God, you’re fucking killing me.” He pressed himself closer to you and groaned while he slowly licked into your mouth, nibbling on your lips and gazing into your eyes when he felt your breath hitch. “I’m never leaving again. Or I’m taking you with me.”

“Such a needy puppy.” You beamed at him before your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth dropped open, your thighs closing around your hand while your cunt gushed all over your fingers and you let out one of those beautiful sobs he loved.

“Yeah, so goddamn needy for you, fuck.” Ransom smashed his lips to yours and grunted lewdly as his fist flew over his cock, screwing his eyes closed when he felt the first warm splash of his cum against his fingers. “Shit, baby, lemme taste, c’mon.”

“Mmm, you too, puppy.” You dragged your eyes open and held up your hand so he could suck your cum off your fingers, slowly licking his hand clean when he did the same and you whined at the taste of him. “Can’t believe you flew back at three o’clock in the morning just to get some pussy.”

“That’s not the only reason.” He rolled his eyes as he pulled the covers back over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest while he pressed soft kisses all over your face. “I wanted to sleep with my wife, plus the furry idiots.”

“Sure.” You buried your face in his neck and sighed when you breathed in his scent, humming when he kissed your hair and letting your eyes fall closed as sleep started to take you. “Why didn’t you just sleep with the lovebirds if you were so lonely?”

“The fiancés?” Ransom huffed out a laugh before letting himself relax into you. “I mean, I don’t think they were getting a whole lot of actual sleep, I’m pretty sure Jake wouldn’t have let Ari’s cock out of his mouth if he didn’t have to.”

[polymousecoco]

Update - Dating Hiatus

Thursday, February 29, 2024

A lot has happened since the last time I've updated this blog and I just wanted to post an update. I dated a guy last year and it was a total disaster because he literally turned out to be a psycho (I'll talk about it more in another post). Since then, I've been re-evaluating my relationship to polyamory, dating, current partners, etc.

I realize that my priority right now is to graduate from school and I'm also really happy and content with my husband and wife (platonic soulmate). Honestly, they've set the standard WAY TOO DAMN HIGH for me to want to actively look for other partners, which isn't a bad thing. But it does make it really hard to give anyone else new a chance...

My husband and I recently checked in with each other about how we're feeling with regards to polyamory. Both of us are on the same page in the sense that we're not actively looking for other partners (separately), but if we come across someone, we'd be open to dating them.

My wife called me today because she'll be going on a trip tomorrow and just wanted to hear my voice before she left. She's so fucking cute. I love her so much and I think it's hilarious when she gets flustered (she rarely get flustered, but I'm lucky enough to witness it every once in a while and I just think she is so fucking adorable).

I realize that the only kind of additional relationship I have capacity for at the moment is casually making out with someone. But of course, things are subject to change.

[newedensgarden]

Joy is simple. Who would've thought an old marine would have cracked the code like me. Before they knew it, it grew to four. Two grown girls. One teen boy. And one toddler boy. Moriah crouched through the bushes and trees, vibrant and alive in color and blending in perfect with her skin of kaleidoscope colors. She, for you see, was pregnant. Picking flowers. Picking leaves, sticks. Rocks and bugs. A warrior woman with a little warrior on board. She grips the beads on her wrist. Each charm hanging from her rosegold bracelet. A memory. The birth of the first. A bead for when they adopted. A daughter whose conception was a total mystery. A bead for every memory. "When I first met your father, I tried to kill him." "it was love at first sight." They would tell their little odd fairytales of how they met to their children at bedtimes. West's mom, Elizabeth. She had to always make the joke "It stopped being a bundle a while ago. Now, they are just a gaggle of geese." Then she passed. Everyone did. All the kids of the mason family became a murder of crows. Especially with the news. The family went back to the farm, but some of them stayed behind in New Orleans. Looked after the Anne Rice house. And then…there was the triplets on board. Waiting and ready, far too eager to enter the world. West knew a few things about life. He taught his eighteen year old son how to hunt and fish. And how to pursue things he was interested in. Moriah showed him media to help him through school, taught him what she learned when she was his age. As for the young one, West is still trying to figure that one out. He babbles. The Cowboy tries to babble back. And then they end up yapping at each other in something that could only be described as giberish or perhaps a language they made up. Simlish? Moriah swears it sounds like Simlish. Happiness is simple. Like Moriah decorating the new nursery and arguing between what kind of dinos she wants on the walls. Because believe you me, Westie and Moriah's kids are all creatures. Joy is easy sometimes. Like date night. Getting away from the baseball team of a family. Doing something that Moriah and West specifically love, just for them. Just to bond. To remind. Last time it was a graveyard then goth icecream. But it had stained both their teeth black for three days. Tonight's date, they got to dress each other up however they wanted with no arguments. Moriah, knowing her husband way too well and having a soft spot for certain Cowboys, she dressed him in goth button ups, jeans, and a black fancy hat to complete it. He didn't remotely want to imagine how much the entire outfit cost. Also, as West lead his gorgeous lady to the dance floor, he was thanking whatever deity was listening that he had to spend most of the satan's ballsack summer . . . in the sun. So Daddy Mason dropped a good amount of weight and is regaining muscles. Watch out, Mama Mo. Growing more and more. West let the younger ones meet Chris Pratt once. And he called the Masons a raptor pack. At that time, his wife watched the kids so he could cry in the car briefly before they left. West fucking loves dinosaurs.

[achaiapelides]

KitTy Oneshot: Royal AU

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom, Alicante, which was reigned by Queen Theresa, also often known as Tessa, and her husbands, King William and King James, also known as Will and Jem. They had four children together, the two oldest, Prince James and Princess Lucie, were very obviously Will’s children, while the youngest, Princess Wilhelmina, also often called Mina, was Jem’s child. They had also adopted a boy in Lucie’s age named Christopher Jonathan, or Kit, who was said to be the grandson of a lost princess from another kingdom.

The royal family was very close with the Blackthorn family, one of the elite families in Alicante, and especially Tessa and Jem were keen to take care of the Blackthorn children after their parents had died. Today, all the Blackthorn siblings, apart of only ten-year-old Octavian, served the royal family as brave knights or maids and servants.

The oldest sibling, Helen, and her wife, Aline were doing an exchange year in another country, while her brother Mark, the oldest boy, was living with his girlfriend Cristina in a different kingdom, as they were dating the new king, Kieran. Andrew Blackthorn, their father, had them with his first wife, Nerissa, before they separated, while the other children had a different mother, Elanor. The oldest of them was Julian, who was serving the royal family as a knight, together with his girlfriend, Emma Carstairs, Jem’s cousin, and his younger brother Tiberius. Tiberius twin sister Livia and their youngest sister Drusilla served as maids and took care of the youngest princess and their baby brother, Octavian, though they were often joined by Lucie and Kit, who simply adored their little sister and tried to spend every free minute with her. James obviously loved little Mina, too, but as crown prince he had far more responsibilities than his younger siblings and therefore couldn’t spend time with them as often as he would have liked to. But sometimes James wife, Cordelia, who was Jem’s and Emma’s cousin and Lucie’s best friend, joined them, too, as she loved her in-laws just as much as her husband did.

While James was already married, Lucie and Kit were still single, or at least that’s what was officially claimed by the crown, though there were rumours, that Lucie was dating the cousin of the Blackthorn siblings, Jesse and Kit was dating Livia. But since relationships of royals with normal people were frowned upon by many people (not the Queen and Kings, but the officials), the rumours stayed unconfirmed.

Speaking of rumours, the crown prince’s wife, Cordelia, was also having an affair with his best friend Matthew, according to those rumours. Even though all three of them had denied those rumours, some people still believed it, claiming, that, if the pair loved each other so much, they would already have had a child. This was obviously, to put it in Kit’s words, ‘some bullshit’, but still felt very pressured by that.

But the sex life of the crown prince couple is not what this story is about. It’s rather the life of the other prince, that is interesting for this. Shortly after Mina’s birth, a series of weird cases of attacks began. Many men landed themselves in hospitals, after being attacked by a person, who had hurt them just enough that they couldn’t escape and had then called for an ambulance, who brought them to a hospital. Those attacks seemed totally uncalled for, but after interviewing the victims, the knights found out that all of them were wanted rapists, who had been known for raping female prostitutes, primarily from other kingdoms, as in Queen Tessa’s Kingdom, everyone lived in enough wealth, that they didn’t have to sell their body for money. It seemed that all of them had met up with a young girl, named Hazel, but before they could do anything to her, were attacked by a young man, who injured them just enough so they couldn’t escape. “Hazel” then played shocked and called for an ambulance, who brought the men to hospitals and helped the knights to arrest them. This went on for three years, every few months a new attack, but the knights couldn’t find out anything else and even after an organized search by the people, neither “Hazel”, nor the young man were found. They even went as far to declare legally, that both wanted people would experience no legal consequences as their attacks helped arresting the rapists, but nothing happened, apart from the attacks every few months.

Only the new knight, Tiberius Blackthorn managed to change that.

After interviewing every single one of the victims again, Ty concluded, that the attackers, or at least one of them, knows, which men were wanted, and therefore must be either another knight or a different person of the Court, as they were the only ones who had access to this information. Or they had a close relationship to one person of the court, who gave them the information. Also it appeared, that every attack happened on a Friday night.

Knowing that Ty and Livvy, who had come to help him, interviewed every single member of the court, even the Royal Family, about what they did on Friday nights. But nobody seemed to be alone on those nights, everyone had at least two people who could confirm, that they were together. The Queen and her husbands spend every Friday taking a bath, James and Cordelia visited the theatre and were joined by Matthew, Lucie and Jesse had a date night at his house, while his sister was also there, and Kit joined Livvy and Dru, playing with their little siblings. Only Emma and Julian spend their time alone in their room, but since they were rather loud at whatever they were doing there, no one believed that they had something to do with the attacks. So, it seemed, that the suspects were not part of the court, but got their information from a third party, who was part of the court.

So, the twins came up with a better plan to catch the suspects. They faked a rape report and put the name of their friend, Malcolm on it. Malcolm, who worked as a warlock, had agreed to help them catch the attackers. Then they left the report lying around on a table and Livvy told every member of the court, who would listen, about the new case of rape.

For another two months, nothing happened and they were already giving up hope, but then, Malcolm got a letter from the mysterious girl named Hazel, who asked to meet up in a dark street for “private business”. After telling the twins about the letter, he agreed, and they set up a plan: Emma and Julian, who where now told about the plan, would hide in the abandoned house and hour before the meeting and Malcolm would come there with a knife hidden in his jacket to defend himself. But Ty and Livvy had to stay in the castle, as their older brother claimed that they were too inexperienced to join them on such a dangerous mission.

Obviously though, they didn’t listen and hid in the house too, before the others arrived.

Five minutes before the meeting, a brown haired girl appeared at the end of the street, walking fast towards the abandoned house and stopping next to a huge tree in front of the door. After a few minutes, Malcolm joined her, though he couldn’t get closer that five feet, before a hooded figure jumped out of the tree and tried to attack him, but was stopped by Emma and Julian, who came out of the house and tried to arrest them. While they were successful with Hazel, but the boy managed to escape on a horse and neither them were able to stop him. After Julian gave the twins a short talk about the dangers of this mission, forgetting that his siblings were already adults, they made their way back to the castle, where they interviewed Hazel and asked her to stay there, to catch her partner. Then everyone went to bed, a bit sad that they hadn’t been able to catch the boy behind the attacks.

But the next day Julian came to Ty, with a white cloth in his hand.

“The boy from yesterday lost this, when he ran away.”, his brother explained and gave him the cloth to look at. It smelled familiar. The cloth looked like a napkin and had golden threat broided in. Turning the cloth around, they found words that were broided in as well: “Jack & Rose”.

To be continued…

Happy December 10th, everyone!

Who do you think is the boy, that they are looking for? If you want to, leave your idea in the comments.

Part 2

[sunshine-on-my-mind]

The Mobster’s Wife (2)

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus Size Reader

a/n: Omg thank you thank you everyone for the incredible love and support you all have shown towards Lloyd and Wifey, I was so so nervous about it but the response has been so good, I honestly still can’t believe it. So here is Part 2 which many of you requested and I really hope you all like this one too. Please read the warnings before reading.

words: 3.1k

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angsty moments, crying, injuries, mentions of blood and wounds (nothing too graphic), curse words, reader being insecure very briefly, soft moments, romantic fluff, mentions of wine and food, making out (nothing too graphic), mentions of virginity, kissing. Soft!Lloyd.

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

<;- Previous Chapter; Drabbles ; Asks

Lloyd Hansen’s entry in your life wasn’t in your hands but you were so glad it happened.

To you it felt like your husband had two personalities, one for the rest of the world and the other reserved just for you, his wifey.

Soon after that night, there had been a major development in your married life, Lloyd’s room became your shared bedroom.

It was nice to share a room, and of course a bed. Waking up in the morning with a strong arm wrapped around you, feeling the warmth of another person, and not to miss the tickles caused my someone’s precious facial hair.

Your breakfast dates, as Lloyd liked to call them, was a ritual you both started your morning with.

Lloyd never tried to cross a line, you both needed some time to warm up to each other and he respected that. Hugs and kisses, and cuddles during sleep. It was all very sweet, specially compared to the ice cold man Lloyd was during the initial weeks of your marriage.

Your husband loved holding you close, you could understand that, after his usual tiring day, he would find you, wherever you were in the house, and wrap you in his arms, holding you close, relaxing under your touch. You loved that too.

“Wifey, I’m bored”

“Is that why you came home early today?“ You asked with a chuckle, while the man hugged you from behind, his chin resting on your neck.

“Ugh, it was such a boring day. And an assh- I mean an idiot didn’t show up for a scheduled meeting.” Lloyd went on to describe his day and why it was so boring but soon his tone turned all cheerful.

“Good news is, I’m back home early to my beautiful wife.” He turned you in his arms and kissed your forehead. You still weren’t used to compliments, even though Lloyd showered you with plenty. Your husband absolutely loved it when you tried to avoid your gaze and became all shy.

“I was thinking, if you are up for it, would you like to go on a date with me? How does dinner at some nice restaurant sound?” And you knew by nice he meant some super fancy restaurant.

“Sounds good but I was thinking something more?”

“Something more?” Lloyd wiggled his eyebrows, “Well I didn’t know my wifey was so naughty hmm?”

“Oh no-“ Lloyd loved teasing you “I was thinking we could go somewhere else too, unless of course we can’t because of security reasons, which I will totally understand. I mean I know you-“ You started rambling and Lloyd gently interrupted you.

“Wifey, just say what you have in mind please?”

“I was thinking maybe we can go to the beach?” A big smile appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“That sounds great, how about I arrange dinner for the two of us on the beach? You know set up a table and some lights, food, drinks and everything else?” Your eyes lit up on hearing that.

“Is that possible?”

“Anything for you, princess” That was a new nickname your husband had bestowed you with. One which always made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Thank you, I’m so excited.”

“Why don’t you get dressed up and I’ll arrange everything, alright?”

You picked a cute flowy dress for the occasion, the sweetheart neckline was quite the cherry on top.

“I’m ready.” Lloyd’s jaw dropped as he took you in. Your eyes didn’t leave your husband’s frame either. He always looked so good. And that black shirt, with rolled sleeves and few buttons undone, paired with his signature white pants was quite a look.

“Wow, you look- wow.” Lloyd managed to say out, his focus still on you.

“Thank you Mr. Hansen,” You replied “so do you.”

“Shall we?” He gave you his hand which you gladly took in your own and nodded.

The drive to the beach was very beautiful, to say the least. Lloyd took his convertible which he rarely used anymore, but he could feel it was perfect for the occasion. His men followed the two of you in a different car, Lloyd couldn’t risk your safety. And you understood that.

When he saw that beautiful smile on your face, and the wind blowing in your hair, he knew it was worth it to bring the convertible. It was so difficult to keep his eyes on the road when you looked so good, sitting right beside him.

Not to forget how you would look at him from

time to time, with care and affection in your eyes. Lloyd felt like he was losing his mind in the most poetic way.

When you got to the beach, it felt like a scene out of a movie. A beautiful table decorated with flowers and candles. Cutlery, plates and glasses and a bottle of wine fully organised. At some distance you could see a chef preparing your dinner and you were soon greeted by the helping staff who escorted you both towards the table. Lloyd wrapped his arm around your waist. He was quite the gentleman and pulled your chair out. You gladly took a seat and eventually so did Lloyd.

“I can’t believe this is happening Lloyd, it’s so beautiful.” You look around with a smile on your face. It was so beautiful. That part of the beach had been decorated with fairy lights and candles. Sound of waves crashing. It was all too magical.

“Oh it’s all happening wifey.” Lloyd smirked but he was genuinely delighted to see you so happy. He poured you a glass of wine and then himself.

“To us.” Lloyd raised his glass in front of you with a sheepish smile on his face. He wasn’t used to romantic gestures but he tried his best. It made you feel giddy to see him like that.

“To us!” You smiled and clicked your glass with his.

The server came with your food and kept it in front of you. Smelled delicious. He then left you two, to give you privacy. For Lloyd privacy came with terms and conditions applied, couldn’t be helped. The helping staff and chef were at a distance doing their work and waiting for orders, if any. So were Lloyd’s men, bodyguards who were keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.

But the two of you still got the privacy you needed. And to be fair, whenever Lloyd was lucky to get your company, it felt the rest of the world didn’t exist for him.

“Are you having a good time?” Lloyd asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“The best” You smiled. The food was delicious, and Lloyd was ever so caring. You didn’t want the night the end.

After dinner you took off your heels and Lloyd his shoes, and started walking on the sand. The sky was now darker with stars shining and the gorgeous moon.

Your husband took your hand in his, you smiled looking at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for tonight Lloyd. It was amazing.”

“Only the best for my princess.”

You started pulling him towards the water and Lloyd realised what was happening

“Oh no wifey the water is going to be pretty cold right now.”

“Please Lloyd, we’ll just dip our feet, come on it will be so fun.” Your pout was enough to make him change his mind. He playfully rolled his eyes and you excitedly pulled him toward the sea.

As soon as your feet came in contact with the water, you knew Lloyd was right, it was cold, but it was also so much fun.

Lloyd admiringly took in your sight, as you played in the sea, your feet dipped in the water, gently splashing it forward, your hand in his own. He wanted to capture the moment and keep it in his heart forever.

Your husband got lost in thoughts and you took the opportunity to splash some cold water on him.

“Hey!” Lloyd exclaimed dramatically. It was adorable. You giggled and continued your actions.

“Oh you just wait wifey,” Lloyd pulled you closer with one hand and splashed you with the other. You giggled and felt the chill, which made you shiver.

Splash and splash, but soon you ended up on top of Lloyd when he pulled you, and there you both were, lying on the sand, waves coming and going, gently touching you.

Lloyd moved his hand into your hair, slightly sticky with sand and water. He raised his head and captured your lips in a loving kiss.

You could hardly believe any of it was truly happening, it was all so magical. After Lloyd kissed your lips to his heart’s content, he helped you up and got up himself.

“We should get going, it’s pretty late.” You nodded and smiled.

“Thank you again for tonight, Lloyd.”

“I’m happy I could make you happy” Lloyd smiled and took your hand in his as you made your way to the car and his men followed behind.

As much as you loved spending time on the beach, the warmth of your home felt very welcoming.

“How about you take a shower and freshen up?” Lloyd suggested.

“What about you?”

“I’ll use another bathroom don’t worry.” You nodded, part of you wanted to invite Lloyd to take a shower together, but another part, the slightly insecure one as well as the shy one was still not ready. So you made your way to the bathroom, on your own.

The warm shower, not only helped you feel clean but also refreshing. After wrapping yourself in a towel, hair still damp, you looked for the clothes you were supposed to change in. Clothes, where were your t-shirt and shorts? Realisation hit you, you were in such a rush to take a shower, you didn’t bring in your clothes.

In order to get your clothes from the wardrobe you would have to go on the other side of the big room.

You opened the bathroom door a little and peeked through, holding your towel tightly, to see if the coast was clear. It wasn’t.

There was Lloyd in his majestic aura, pacing across the room. Honestly he couldn’t be blamed in any way for coming inside the bedroom because you always come out of the bathroom in fresh clothes. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to stay in the room when you were taking a shower.

You took a deep breath, and with as much courage you could muster, you called out to your husband.

“Um Lloyd?” Lloyd’s head snapped towards you, he could only see the slightly opened door and hear your voice.

“Yes wifey, you alright?”

You could ask him to leave the room but somehow you didn’t want to. It wasn’t like you were naked, you had a towel wrapped around. A sudden surge of boldness made you open the door fully and come out.

Lloyd had no idea what was about to hit him. When he saw you in that towel, he gulped and moved closer to you.

“Oh princess, I- fuck. Do you want me to go out?” In that moment, you didn’t know if Lloyd’s sweetness got to you or it was simply the fact that he was so close to you, you pulled him and crashed your lips on his. Lloyd was caught off guard but he immediately kissed you back.

“Lloyd, you make me feel things I never knew I could” You whispered against his lips.

“I feel the same way baby,” He held the back of your neck pulling you closer, the other hand traveled to your waist.

You pulled apart when you were out of breath and looked into his eyes. His blue eyes, which had darkened a little, held affection and desire for you.

“I like this side of you princess” Lloyd smirked, tracing your cheeks with his thumb. You bit your lower lip.

“Lloyd I have to say something, I’ve never um- I’ve never been intimate with someone before” You confessed shyly, and looked down. Lloyd put his finger under your chin and made you look up.

“Oh wifey, it’s alright baby, I’ll take care of you, I won’t ever do anything you’re not ready for okay?” You smiled.

“I really like it when you kiss me though, and I-“ you pulled on the hem of his t-shirt “I want to try more” Lloyd was about to combust.

And that was how you found yourself lying on your bed, your towel still wrapped around you, and your husband peppering kisses on your jaw and neck, and his hands stroking your arms. It felt so good. Lloyd licked and sucked on your neck, marking you. His moustache added friction which made you moan softly.

“Wait, Lloyd-“ He stopped immediately.

“Did I do something wrong baby?”

“No. I wanna kiss you too, make you feel good.” You tugged on his t-shirt. “Can I take this off?” Lloyd nodded with a smile and helped you take off his shirt.

You started kissing his jaw and neck, then trailed down, pressing open kisses on his broad chest, he wrapped his arms around you.

“Mm princess that feels so good” Lloyd’s little groan made you lick your lips.

That was how you both spent your night, lazily and lovingly in each other’s arms.

Next morning you woke up, found your head resting on his chest, his hand holding you close. You realised you were still in your towel, it was loosely wrapped around you. Lloyd knew you weren’t ready to cross that line yet and he respected that. He was more than happy just being with you, having you so close.

You kissed his chin. Lloyd gently opened his eyes.

“Morning wifey.” his voice was raspy.

“Good Morning Lloyd.”

The day began with your usual routine. After breakfast Lloyd got a call and informed you he had to take care of something important and that he might come home late. He kissed your temple before leaving in a rush.

You sighed, hoping it wasn’t anything dangerous, but who were you kidding? You knew this life, his business, his empire and the people associated with it were all full of risks.

With another sigh, you went on about your day. You cleaned up everything, and decided to catch up on a show.

Lloyd did say he would be late but the fact that it was getting quite late, made you worry. Even though you tried to distract yourself by watching something, or simply scrolling on your phone, your focus was somewhere else.

You could call him, he had told you to call him if there was some emergency. But this wasn’t an emergency. You didn’t even understand why you were so worried, it won’t be the first time Lloyd came home late, but you couldn’t ignore that irksome feeling in your heart. The way Lloyd left home in a rush, it made you very worried. And usually he either called you or sent you a text, but today you had received no updates from him.

You called him but he didn’t pick up. You tried once more, still no use. The only other person you could call was his right hand man, Lloyd had given you his number in case you couldn’t reach him.

You called Lloyd’s trusted right hand man but he didn’t pick up either. You were getting more anxious each second and were about to call him again when your phone rang.

“Mrs Hansen-“

“Where is Lloyd? Is everything alright?”

The line was cracking and you couldn’t hear properly. You could hear Lloyd’s voice in the background. And his soft groans.

“Lloyd? Where are you? Are you-“ The line got disconnected.

Your heart beat increased and you rushed downstairs. The sound of cars entering the compound and men rushing here and there filled your ears as you made your way to the door.

You were stopped in your tracks when the door opened and Lloyd appeared in front of your eyes. An injured Lloyd.

“Oh my god, Lloyd.” You rushed beside him and he smiled softly.

“Hey wifey.” His men gave you two space, on Lloyd’s orders. Lloyd kept his hand on your shoulder as you lead him towards your bedroom gently, afraid to touch him.

You took him to the bathroom to wash the blood and clean his wounds.

“Sit here please, I’ll clean everything up” You managed to say in between tears.

“Please don’t cry wifey, I’m here now aren’t I- Ah fuck”

“Don’t move please” You made him sit on the counter top, and started cleaning the cut on his head first.

“What happened?”

“Well let’s just say, things went south.” Lloyd avoided looking into your eyes.

You didn’t pester him to say more. Cleaned the small cuts on his arm. The one on his shoulder was a little deeper than the rest. You gently cleaned it with a cloth, soaked in water. Lloyd hissed, and grabbed your waist.

“Sorry.” You mumbled and applied antiseptic liquid. Which made him hiss again. After cleaning and wrapping up his wounds, you touched his cheek with your hand.

“I was so worried Lloyd, and then I find you like this.” More tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I know wifey, I’m sorry, things got out of hand.” Lloyd gently raised his arm and wiped your tears with his thumb.

“You know, before I was married, if something like this was to happen, I wouldn’t have given it any extra importance. This has been my life for a long time now. But everything has changed for the best. And today I realised that no matter what, I had to come back home, because now I have someone waiting for me. Someone I’ll always protect and take care of. Someone who has my back. Someone I-“ Lloyd bit his lips, deciding whether to go on or not.

He got up from the counter and stood in front of you. Taking your hands in his, he placed a kiss on each. Looking into your eyes again, Lloyd smiled. That smile was different than Lloyd’s usual sweet yet confident smile. It had a sense of vulnerability.

“I love you wifey. I’m always gonna come back to you.” Your breath hitched, hearing him say those words.

“You better come back to me Lloyd Hansen, because I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. I love you.”

Lloyd pulled you into a soft kiss, you made sure not to hurt him in any way.

You helped him to lie down on the bed and got in beside him.

“Why are you so far away princess?”

“Don’t wanna hurt you Lloyd.”

“It’ll hurt more if you stay away wifey” Lloyd’s pout was adorable. You moved closer to him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you wifey.”

“More than your moustache?” You asked with a chuckle

“Mhmm, I love you more than my glorious moustache.”

“I love you too, hubby.”

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[hooman4ever]

Hello! 🙃

Can I request HCs of the slashers seeing their s/o with a ring on their ring finger after a while of them dating? Pref Mikey and Brahmsy 🥰

I hope this is what you meant by it and I hope you enjoy it! Tysm for the req.

Contains: Jealous Brahms, Mentions of murder, Gender Ambiguous Reader

Michael Myers

At first, he wouldn’t notice it. 

Would most likely take note of the ring when the both of you are cuddling and he’s just absentmindedly toying with your fingers. One second he’d be focusing on the way your palm felt in his hand and– oh shiny. 

Michael would twist it around your finger toying with it before asking what it was for. 

He won’t go out of his way to find matching rings but if he sees a victim with a similar one it’s his now.

 Call him out on the ring on his finger now, and it’s immediately gone. 

While Michael isn’t much of a fan of jewelry or accessories beyond his mask on himself he will feel a small joy in seeing your somewhat matching rings. 

(Sorry just imagining Loomis running into Michael in his weird overly obsessed doctor way and noticing the ring– the man just going off and berating Michael on it, totally forgetting how Michael was literally trying to kill people.)

Michael wouldn’t think of anything special about the ring being on the ring finger but will sort of interpret your matching rings as proof that you were each others. Sort of like a promise ring. 

You and Michael were curled into each other– while your eyes were focused on the movie running on the TV Michael was preoccupied with your hand which was held in his own much larger ones. He was tracing patterns into your palm when he noticed the ring nestled on your ring finger. 

He tilted his head– fingers wrapping around the metal band before twisting it admiring the way it glimmered in the light. 

Brahms Heelshire

Notices it immediately. As soon as that ring is on your ring finger he is beside you. 

“What's that?” “Where’s mine?” “Are you engaged to another?!” dramatic Brahms ensues. 

Please for the love of god get this man a matching one– if you don’t yours just might go missing in the middle of the night. Doesn't matter if you move the ring to another finger as soon as it touched your ring finger Brahms took it as a threat. 

Just imagine Brahms glaring at the ring from afar and threatening it under his breath.

If/when you get him a matching ring he is over the moon his mood doing a whole 180 suddenly very supportive and loving when it comes to your ring and if you take it off them you have a whole new problem. 

Doesn't matter if you gave it to him with the intent to propose or not. He is calling you his husband/wife/spouse as soon as the ring is on his finger. 

Is constantly showing it off or boasting about it. He adores it and you and he loves just holding it in front of his face and admiring it. 

Quality is something he wouldn’t care about much as long as it is like yours. 

I could see it even helping to quell some of his jealousy when it comes to Malcolm. Every time he just gets possessive he remembers how it was him with your ring on his finger. Not Malcolm’s. 

If Malcolm questions the ring you better say you and your lover are engaged or have matching ones of Brahms will be so put out and insecure/jealous once again. 

Brahms’s fingers gripped the wood lining the inside of the walls, he watched as Malcolm leaned on the kitchen counter flashing a flirtatious smile your way. His jaw tensed, teeth clacking together. 

Suddenly Malcolm’s face dropped as you reached up opening a cabinet before placing a box inside of it. “That's a new ring…” Malcolm mused eyes glued to the metal band snug on your ring finger. “Does it– mean anything?” Malcolm questioned. 

Smiling you looked down fiddling with the band “Me and my boyfriend, we got matching ones recently.” 

Brahms struggled not to laugh as Malcolm’s face morphed into one of disappointment, his flirtatious posture changing into a ridged almost awkward stance. 

[erodasfishtacos]

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[heyitsperfect]

Stupid “kids” - Obispo “Bishop” Losa

Warnings: none???

Request by @maytheavatarsbewithyou: Hi :) First of all I love your writings! Can i request 3. with Bishop? Please and thank you :)

Prompt: “Tell them I’m not here! Or that I’m dead.”

You have never seen the men so hysterically running around the scrapyard. Hank was on the phone with a bright red face while Taza was standing next to him, throwing some things into the conversation Hank is having. Creeper and Gilly are trying to fix the van which got ambushed on the last run. But the weirdest amongst them were Angel, Coco and Ez. 

“Yo boy scout, go looking on the south side, Angel you go east and I’ll come from the other side. He must be here somewhere. It’s not like the earth fucking swallowed him.” Coco gave instructions like they were on a battlefield. 

“What’s going on?” you asked without having a clue. 

“Your husband is missed. We’re looking for him for the last two hours. He won’t answer his phone and his bike is still here. So he has to be somewhere in the scrapyard.” Ez explained. You looked around and only then you recognized it. His bike was still parked in it’s usual spot and after looking around a little bit more, it dawned you. 

“What happened?” you asked, totally calm. Bishop is not the type of man who leaves without letting somebody know where he went. 

“The last run went south. Canche and Ramos are giving him hell and Galindo isn’t a help either.” Angel told you. 

“I know all that. What I’m asking is, what did y’all do? Looks like you guys fucked something up.” you put both hands on your hips and raised your eyebrows. 

“Nah, don’t give me that look, ma.” you waited without saying a word “Okay we might fucked up a few orders at the scrapyard and we didn’t order beer for the weekend.” you raised your eyebrows again. You knew this wasn’t the only thing. “Hank and Gilly may have destroyed the inside of the clubhouse while throwing punches at each other.”

“Okay.” you turned around and started walking away. You know exactly where he is now. 

“Wait Y/N, where are you going?” Angel called out. 

“I’m looking for my husband. You can stay here and sort things out and get them alright while I’m gone. It better be all fixed when Bish is coming back.” You walked around the corner of the street and walked to the backside of the scrapyard. There was an old building with a fire ladder attached to it. Bishop would be up there, it was the place of your first date. A wonderful candle light dinner at a rooftop. It was also the place where he asked you to be his wife. A place of comfort for the two of you. 

“I thought I would find you here.” you slowly approached him. He was sitting with his back to you but turned around when he heard your voice. 

“I needed some space.” you sat down beside him and put your head on his shoulder. 

“Angel told me what happened. They were looking for you everywhere.” Bishop shook his head as a small chuckle escaped his lips. “I told them they shall sort out the shit they’ve done. You okay? 

“Now I am.” He placed a kiss on your head, before he stood up holding his hand out for you. 

“What are you doing Mr. Losa?” Bishop and you always had a playful relationship, even in moments like this, when the other was feeling down. It was a way to cheer each other up. 

“Since the others are cleaning up the scrapyard and clubhouse, I can take la reina de los Mayans out for dinner.” 

“Okay but let me tell them you’re okay.” you pulled out your phone and started typing. 

“You better not tell them I’m here. Just tell them I’m dead.” you looked up at him and found him looking at you with a dead serious expression. 

“Obispo!” you said totally shocked. You looked at him in disbelief until he started laughing. 

“Don’t text them, just keep them in suspense. I’ll call Taza after our dinner. And now come on. I’m starving, mi amor.” You took his hand and you two had a wonderful dinner together.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

I’ll Take X-pecting for 200, Alex

Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid plays a trivia game at the request of his wife, Y/N, but he’s in for more than some heaving hitting questions. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Wife Reader 

Word Count: 1.5k 

Author’s Note: I really don’t think that this summary does this justice

I’ll Take X-pecting for 200, Alex 

Shuffling the cards with a shake in her hand, Y/N tells herself to just breathe. This is something that Spencer and her have been looking forward to, dreamed about, and constantly discussed. Regardless of how much she knows Spencer loves her, there’s a lingering seed of doubt that only grows with the sound of Spencer walking into their house. 

“Y/N!, I’m home, darlin’,” Spencer calls from the hallway, dropping the “g” because he knows that Y/N finds it endearing. 

“Baby,” Y/N yells from the table. “I’m in the dining room. I made us a trivia game! Come play with me, I need your brains,” she finishes, smiling at her husband, who has been away for nearly two weeks.

“You know do I love trivia, Y/N,” Spencer says. He takes a seat next to his wife, but before he can kiss her, she pushes him out of his chair and motions for him to take the seat opposite of her.

“Before we start, how was the case? Everyone make it home in one piece?” Y/N asks concerned over the wellbeing of some of her closest friends. 

“Everyone’s fine, Y/N. The unsub ended up being a team. Two women hellbent on getting revenge for their children’s murders. One of them got away,” Spencer explains, solemnly. 

“Oof,” Y/N says, letting out a sigh. “It’s at times like these that I’m glad I don’t have your job. I’m kinda glad she got away, between you and me.” 

“It’s hard, sometimes we don’t really know who we’re bringing justice too. But, I’d do anything to protect my future children, and you. Anything I needed to do to keep you safe,” Spencer tells her, leaning across the table and kissing Y/N’s hand. She gives him a sheepish smile, but inside her mind is eager to get this trivia game started. 

“You’re a charmer, Dr. Reid,” Y/N flirts. 

“Just for you, Y/N. Now you mentioned something about trivia,” Spencer says, clapping his hands together excitedly. 

“I just thought you’d like to rest your brain after a case but shifting though all those facts you got stored up there. And I always said you should try out for Jeopardy,” Y/N says as she collects the cards with the clues. 

She spreads out the categories, Child Psychology, Children’s Books, Labor & Delivery, Nursery Rhymes, X-Epecting, on the table. They were all handwritten on different colorful pieces of cardstock and decorated with baby animals and block letters. Y/N read the categories aloud to her husband, allowing herself to steal a glance at his face while he concentrated on the categories, as if he already could answer the questions. 

“All right, Spencer, you pick first,” Y/N says, in her best Alex Trebek impression. 

“I’ll take Child Psychology for $200,” Spencer chooses, looking up to smile at Y/N. 

“This is the substitute mother that baby monkeys formed an attachment to in Harlow’s psychological experiment,” Y/N asks.

“Terry-Cloth,” Spencer interjects. 

“Not uh, Spence, you need to answer correctly,” Y/N teases. She looks up at him expectantly to choose the next clue. He rolls his eyes at her, but secretly he enjoys the playful banter they still share even after all these years. 

“Um, Children’s Books $200,” 

“This is the story of the clever spider that can weave words in her web,” 

“What is Charlotte’s Web?” 

“Correct, pick again please,” Y/N says, as she tries to maintain a stoic composure. 

“This is the average of days that newborns keep up their sleepless parents,” Y/N asks, sure that this question would stump her genius husband. But to no avail, Spencer answers the question correctly. 

“Okay! Next time try-outs are around, I’m forcing you to take the test,” Y/N says running over to kiss Spencer on the cheek. 

“You know judges are supposed to remain impartial, Y/N” Spencer tells her, putting his arm around her waist as if he’s signally her to sit in his lap. 

“I can’t help it, how about you win kisses every time you get a question right, Spence,” Y/N proposes. 

“I guess it’s worth more than fake money,” Spencer teases.

“You offend me, baby!” Y/N pretends to be hurt by Spencer’s words, but urges him to continue the game. 

“You only got a couple more left, Spence,” 

“Okay, how about X-Expecting for $200,” Spencer chooses. 

“This chromosome is linked to the baby’s mother,” Y/N quizzes, finding it difficult to keep her smiles and secrets at bay when Spencer’s arm tugs around her waist tightly and his fingers draw patterns under her shirt. 

“What is X-Chromosome,” Spencer answers before Y/N can even finish the clue. 

“You know that you’re supposed to wait until the clue is read, Spence. I should redact kisses,” Y/N fake threats. 

“No! Y/N I’ll die without your kisses, please!” Spencer cries out in pretend disain. Much to his amusement his goofy behavior leads Y/N to plant small pecks on his forehead. 

“There, that should hold you over,” 

“I doubt it, Y/N. I miss you already,” Spencer mutters into her shoulder, as if he’s trying to get closer to his wife more than he could already be with her sitting on his lap. 

“Two more clues till Final Jeopardy,” Y/N announces, ignoring the fact that she’s bypassing the rest of the clues and totally disregarding Double Jeopardy. 

“Hmm, let’s go to Nursery Rhymes for kissing for the rest of my life,” Spencer picks, peppering Y/N’s shoulder with kisses. 

“Huh! Look at that, Spencer, you got the Daily Double, so whatcha going to wager?” Y/N asks, knowing she’s pulling this Daily Double straight out of the air, but Spencer’s affection for only one lifetime is not nearly enough for her. 

“I’ll make a true Daily Double, darling. That means double the amount of kisses,” Spencer tells her, ticking the sides of Y/N waist. 

“Here’s your clue, Jack is urged to be nimble & quick, helping him do this,” Y/N reads from the card. 

“What is to jump over the candlestick?” Spencer guesses, closing his eyes to be assaulted by Y/N’s eager lips. 

“Yay! Double kisses!” Y/N yells happily as she pecks Spencer’s eyelids and nose, causing him to laugh at her light affection. 

“Next question, it’s the last one so you don’t get a choice, but I have so much confidence in you, my genius husband. These are the names of the 3 stages of labor?” Y/N questions, looking over her shoulder to get a glimpse of Spencer’s mind at work. 

“What are dilation, expulsion, and afterbirth,” Spencer answers, once again perfectly. 

“Okay, Dr. Reid you’ve accumulated a total of double kisses for the rest of our lives. Your Final Jeopardy category is, Ready For It…” Y/N announces. 

“Last one,” Spencer says, and Y/N wonders if Spencer’s figured it out by now. She hands Spencer the small cardboard box. He looks at it curiously and Y/N can feel her heart in her stomach. He must know by now, she thinks. He’s brilliant, but sometimes he can be a little clueless when it comes to things like that. Y/N thinks back to how they danced around each other for years before Derek practically had to force them out on a date. He must know. 

“You’re clue is inside the box, Spence,” Y/N tells him, her voice shaky and unsure. 

Spencer carefully opens the cardboard box and reaches in to pull out the small pregnancy test that lay hidden inside. He looks it over, reading the test twice, three times, maybe even four times. He honestly can’t remember taking longer to read something. Spencer looks up at a terrified Y/N. 

“You’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby?” Spencer asks, desperately wanting to believe what he holds in his hand. 

“You’re gonna be a daddy, Spence,” Y/N tells him, her smile struggling to conceal itself in between the bouts of happiness and joy that courses through her veins. 

“A baby! Oh Y/N. A baby!” Spencer shouts rushing over to where his wife stands in between the entrance from their kitchen to their dining room. 

“You’re happy, right Spence. You want this with me-” Y/N starts, a sudden rush of fear lodging itself in her heart. 

“Of course I’m happy, Y/N. I’m so happy to be a dad. You’re going to be a mom! You’ll be the best mom, Y/N. I love you, Y/N,” Spencer says, crouching down to rub his hands on Y/N’s belly. 

“Hi sweet baby,” Y/N says softly, looking down at her belly and covering her hand over Spencer’s. “I want you to meet your daddy. He’s going to take care of you so well, he might talk a lot but you get used to it” 

“Hey, baby. It’s your dad,” Spencer murmurs quietly into Y/N’s belly. “I’m so glad that mommy told me about you. You gotta do some growing in there before you can meet us, but we love you so much, baby,”

“I really love you so much Y/N,” Spencer says as he sits up to kiss his wife. 

All his life Spencer’s loved science. He loves discovering the undiscovered. Memorizing all those theories and facts and methods could never prepare him for the awe that sat before him. He realizes that he’s looked at science all wrong. There's a beauty in science- a natural, unadulterated beauty that’s so rare to find. But he’s found it and he’s never letting go.

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heyo ok so u have me curious. how do you think the other penderwicks siblings should have grown up (besides jane). i agree with your assessment of her being aged the most accurately, but im curious to know what you think should have happened with the others

hi!!! let me preface this by saying that seeing you in my notifications always makes me so happy!!

Rosalind

Rosy should be a teacher!!! I will not settle for anything else. She's so good with kids and she'd love it so much. I can imagine her teaching elementary school students because she gets to teach every subject so she doesn't have to choose. I always pictured Rosalind to be the type of girl who grows up in a small town and then goes away to some fancy college and then comes back to raise her family in the house she was raised in and then everyone tells her kids stuff like "well I remember your mother doing the same thing" at random moments at it makes Rosy laugh. She'd be the kind of person who's super involved in the community: she'd manage PTA bake sales and run the community garden and she'd make sure all the fields and parks were clean. Honestly she'd be the unofficial mayor. People would ask her to run but she never would.

Skye

I liked that Skye studied the stars in California. Yes good, correct. A husband was bad though. Because obviously she'd have a girlfriend that she lives with in an apartment and I like the idea of the gf doing something in the humanities, like history or English. Oh! Or she'd be an actress! I feel like Skye would be a professor? I know that I headcanon Rosy as a teacher too but Skye would be a different teacher, one who teaches college students and is really funny and swears in class and has deadpan reactions and all the students clamor to get a seat in her class. At some point she'd get married, but it would be a total surprise. She'd come home for Christmas and she'd call her partner "my wife" and the entire family would be shocked and excited and they'd be so happy for her. She wouldn't have kids but she's the family's Cool Aunt™. She takes a lot of inspiration from Aunt Claire.

Batty

Batty is harder. I feel like she'd wander around for a while. Maybe she'd work at a theatre playing live music. Maybe she'd tour with Jeffrey. Honestly she does a lot of random things in her mid-to-late twenties and the entire time she'd write music in her free time. Eventually, when Ben becomes a really famous director, he starts to write his own movies, and what do you need with movies? Yep. Music. Batty's a really big family person so it makes sense that she'd end up working with her younger brother. She lives in a loft with Keiko and they'd steadily deny being in love but it's also really obvious and it's like a romcom it takes forever for them to realize they like each other. They don't get married, marriage isn't really for them. But they do adopt like,,, five dogs.

And, why not, let's do some other characters too

Ben

Ben and Rafael are dating!!! They are in love!!! And Ben becomes a famous director bc one of his videos where he films Raphael doing something stupid goes viral and so people watch his other videos and some fancy director guy realizes that Ben's actually pretty good and offers him an internship opportunity and then somehow Ben charms himself into being famous (and he also works really hard but literally no one can say no to him). He and Raphael get married and it's a super chaotic wedding and they spend the rest of their lives living in an apartment and it's always a mess and they're a lot of laughter.

Tommy

Tommy is a pilot and he gets to speak a billion languages because I really loved that he wanted to be a pilot when he was in middle school it really suits him.

Jeffrey

He becomes a famous jazz player and spends all his time touring Europe or hanging with the Penderwicks and flirting with Jane. (I refuse to let go of Jane/Jeffrey I just love them so much!!!)

Nick

Nick retires from the army and becomes a football coach in Cameron and his kids are raised across the street from Rosy and Tommy's kids.

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Anniversary gone wrong

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Member: Lee know

💔, 💘 towards the end

Female reader

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Minho just texted you, telling you that he was going to be home in a few minutes. You were in your kitchen preparing his favourite meal since it was your anniversary today.

Minho and you have been married for 3 years now. Before you started dating, you and him were friends. You've got to know each other through Han, one of your closest friends that you've known since childhood.

After Han introduced both of you to each other, you and Minho started hanging out more often, getting to know each other better till you knew all of each others secrets and most embarrassing stories.

After a few months of hanging out together. Minho decided to confess and asked you out. Of course you said yes.

Both of you went to a few dates when Minho finally asked you to be his girlfriend which you agreed to.4 years into the relationship, he proposed to you, asking you if you want to marry him.

And now here you are, cooking your husbands favourite food while humming to MANIAC which is playing in the background.

Suddenly you saw your phone going off and a call coming in.

You immediately smiled when you saw the ID. "Hubby❤". Answering your phone, you expected your husbands voice to appear, but instead a voice of a female person ran through your ears.

"Hello, is this Ms.Lee?" the voice asked. "Uhm yes. Who is this?". "I'm doctor Choi. I'm sorry to tell you that your husband has been involved into a bad car accident."

"Wha-what" you said with a whimpering voice, thinking you just misunderstood. "It would be great if you could gome to xxx-hospital." "O-okay I'll be there in a few minutes". You heard the call being ended on the other side.

Slowly you walked to the front door, turning the stove off before. You grabbed your car keys and started driving to the hospital.

When you arrived you went to one of the nurses, asking her where Minho was. "Are you related to him?" The nurse asked. "Yes I'm his wife." The woman nodded and told you in which room he was in.

You rushed to the room, entering it without being too loud. There you saw him. Your husband who was supposed to be sitting at the dinner table with you right now telling you about his day like he always did, was now lying in a bed with machines all around him.

You saw him move slightly and walked to his side to hold his hand. Slowly he started opening his eyes, blinking a few times because of the bright light.

"M-minho" you said sniffling a bit seeing him in this state, his left arm in a case and a bandage wrapped around his head. He looked at you, smiling as he sees your face.

"What happened?" you asked, squeezing his hand. "I was driving home and suddenly a car was coming my direction. It was really fast so I wasn't able to evade".

You looked at him. "I'm glad your safe, I thought I lost you". You started crying and Minho tried pulling you in his arms. He slowly patted your head, calming you down.

"Shh it's okay baby, look I'm totally fine. I'm really sorry for ruining our anniversary like this. I had so much planned for us."

You immediately shook you head. "Don't apologise it's not your fault. Do you know when you're allowed to go home?". "The doc said I should be able to go home in 3-4 days. But someone still needs to look after me for the next 2 weeks."

"I should be able to do that" you said looking into his eyes that held stars in them every time he looked at you.

"Happy anniversary baby, I love you". He said still patting you head. "Happy anniversary, I love you too" you told him slowly leaning closer to his lips, kissing him.

Both of you pouring so much love into it so that everything around you seemed to be gone. The sounds of people crying and talking outside, the machines around Minho, the sirens of the ambulance. Everything seemed to be gone.

You kept kissing for a few minutes, pulling away and looking at each other with hearts in your eyes.

Like that you anniversary was still a kinda good one.

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