#I think I’m going to name him Clay

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup

for @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Are you awake?”

Until he heard that question, the answer to it would have been a resounding no.  However, he was awake now, so he pried his eyes open to squint at whoever had interrupted his sleep.  

“Maybe,” he mumbled into a fluffy pillow.  

“Excellent.  Then we can start the questionnaire.”

In his opinion, it was far too early for a questionnaire.  On the other hand, the creeping feeling that something wasn't quite right was creeping its way up his spine.  He levered himself out of his blanket cocoon and into a sitting position.  Then he retrieved his blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders.  He wanted to be cozy.  

“Questionnaire?” he asked.  

“Indeed.  It’s not long.”

“Um, okay.  What are you doing in, um…”  This… wasn’t his bedroom.  He was pretty sure this wasn’t his bedroom.  Or any place he’d seen before.  

He also didn’t think he’d seen the ghost before, which added an air of surrealism to the whole situation.  

“Who are you?” he asked, looking the ghost up and down.  He was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in purple, with a hooded cloak thrown around his shoulders.  There was a rectangular hole in his chest, and in the hole was a pendulum and clock face.

“That is, in fact, one of the questions I have to ask you.”  The ghost showed him the back of a clipboard and produced a pen from thin air.

“Um, that, um.”  He frowned.  “Who am I, or who are you?”

“Yes,” said the ghost.  “But let us start at the beginning.  Do you know who you are?”

“Well, yeah, sure, I’m… Um.  I’m.  I…”  It should have been an easy question.  It should have been a question he didn’t even have to think about, which is why he didn’t.  But he didn’t even have the echo of an answer.

“I will mark that down as a no.”

“Wait, wait,” he said, “what’s going on, who am I?”

“I have to go through the whole questionnaire before I answer your questions, I’m afraid.  Those are the rules.”

“I… okay?”

“Do you recognize me in any capacity?”

“Nope.  Am I supposed to?”

“Excellent.  Next question, do you know where you are?”

He shook his head.  “Somewhere in the Ghost Zone, I think.”

“Do you know what year it is?”

“Um.  Two thousand five?  Or, uh, six?”  He shrugged.  Something like that.  It was a little blurry.  

“How old are you?”

“Teenage?”

“Can you describe yourself?”

“Um…  Forgetful?”

“Physically,” clarified the ghost.

He looked down.  He was covered in blankets and therefore unable to see so much as an inch of skin.  He crossed his eyes to look at his nose.  “White,” he said, finally.  “Probably.  And a guy.  Is that a physical thing?”

The ghost made a note on the clipboard.  “And how would you describe your parents?  Your family?”

“Uh.  They probably… exist.”

“Very good.  Favorite band?”

“Dumpty Humpty.  Why do I know that and not my name?”

“Please hold your questions until the end.  Favorite food?”

“Milkshake.  Kiwi fudge.  That’s weird.  That’s weird, isn’t it?”

“No weirder than a cheese puff and bacon milkshake.”

“Huh.  Is it weird that I want to try that now?”

“Somewhat, but not horribly so.”

He gazed at the ghost silently for several long seconds.  The ghost gazed back.  This was already an awkward situation, but it was getting worse by the second.  

“So… what’s the next question?”

“That was the last question. As you can doubtlessly tell, I am now answering your questions.”

He probably should have noticed that, actually.  He leaned forward, eager.  “Great, so, uh, what’s going on?  Why don’t I remember anything?”

“Your memory was removed in preparation for legal proceedings.”  Was it just him, or did the ghost seem… displeased about that?

“Uh… that seems sort of backwards, doesn’t it?  If I’m supposed to testify or defend myself, shouldn’t I at least remember what it is I’m doing?”

“That would be true if you were testifying or defending yourself.”

“Okay…  So…  What am I doing?”

“You are the subject of an extensive custody dispute.”

“And… that means I need to get my memory erased why?”

“We ghosts have a different method of settling custody disputes.  We prefer it if the child in question decides who to be with.”

“I kind of feel as if that’d also be easier with my memories.”

“On the contrary, memories can often lead to people choosing to stay in unpleasant situations.  For example, memories might create a sense of debt, sentiment, or honor that would prevent an objective decision based on current reality.”  The ghost said this as if he was reciting the phrase from rote memory.  

“That seems… wrong, somehow.  Like, there’s a missed assumption or something.”

“Be that as it may be, it is how we do things.”

“‘We’ being ghosts.”

“Correct.”

“Am I a ghost?”  This felt like another of those things he should just know, but, as before, he just didn't. 

“An unusual kind, but yes.”

“I'm dead?”  

“You died, yes.  Whether or not ghosts count as dead is a matter of scholarly debate.”

Well.  Okay, then.  He didn’t know what to say to that.  He sort of thought being dead would have more impact, but maybe it was hard to mourn for a life he didn't remember.  Or maybe he'd been dead for long enough that he'd already processed all the implications, and that had stuck around subconsciously.  Like the name of his favorite band.  

That was still weird.  

“So… What happens now?  Do you lead me out into the courtroom, see who I run to?  Do some kind of genetic test?  What are the rules here?”

“On the contrary, we have taken measures to keep your biological family from having an unfair advantage based on resemblance.  No.  What will happen is that, as a trial, you will spend a few days with each group that put themselves forward as potential guardians.  They have acquired housing appropriate for a young ghost, and have been… reviewed… to prevent abuses or other troubles.  You may leave their temporary guardianship whenever you choose.  However, once you leave, you will not be able to return to them until and unless you choose them at the end of these trials.  Between the potential guardians, you will stay here with me.”

There were so many troubling things in that explanation that he didn’t even know where to start.  

“So… the courtroom thing, but drawn out.”

“I suppose so, if you choose to look at it that way.”

“Right.  So, um.  What’s my name?”

“It’s Daniel.”

“Great.  Okay.  Cool.”  Daniel rubbed his eyes.  Despite all the heart-attack inducing things he was learning about today, he was still half-asleep.  Maybe it was a memory-wipe side-effect.  “You know, this is kind of messed up.  Some kind of weird reverse fairy tale kind of thing.  Like that story where someone has to pick the right girl when she’s been turned into a flower and there are two other flowers.  Why do I know that?”

“Unfortunately, I am not allowed to give you that information.  I am here to tell you the rules and make sure you are… able to do this.”

“To make sure you guys didn’t nuke my brain, you mean?”

“To some degree, yes.  But this is also frequently rather emotional, at least that is my understanding.  You are handling it remarkably well.”

“Oh, I’m just delaying my breakdown until after I see what I look like.  Better to have some idea of what my body is capable of in terms of punching walls and all that.”

“Wise,” said the ghost, with a small smile.  “There is a bathroom just through that door if you wish to examine yourself physically.”

“I’ll do that, in a bit.  But, first, um.  You keep saying we and us.  Who is that?  Who’s doing this?  I mean, ghosts, sure, but more specifically?”

“The legal system of the Ghost Zone.”

“Which is… Who?  Exactly?  The Observants?”

“You remember that.  Interesting.  But, yes, they are, for better or worse.”

“And you?  What's your position?”

“I am merely a neutral monitor selected by the Observants.”

“Monitor, huh?”

“I feel as though it would be misleading of me to call myself an observer under these circumstances.”

Daniel nodded.  “I can understand that.  I guess.  Is that, um, your usual job?  Taking care of kids like this?”

“I’m afraid not.  I work for the Observants in another capacity.”

“What capacity?”

“That would be one of the things I am not permitted to tell you.”

“Okay, and what’s up with that?  Why can’t you tell me things?”

“I am not allowed to give you information regarding your own past, including contextual information.”

Daniel frowned at the ghost.  “That sort of implies that I knew you, though, doesn’t it?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“Cool,” said Daniel.  “That’s helpful.  You’re not in the running for my… whatever I should call this.  My guardianship?”

The ghost nodded.  “That is an acceptable term, but I must remind you that I am a neutral monitor.”

“Sure.  Right.”  There were other questions he could ask, other questions he should ask, but his brain felt fried.  Did he have a brain, being a ghost and all?  Or was he just, like… goo?

Yeah, no, he wasn’t going to ask that.  He was going to go do something more… concrete.  Bathroom time.  He was sure it would be just as harrowing, especially with the implication that his appearance had been changed somehow, but he could be brave.

He shuffled to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over.  He frowned at the cold floor and decided to take the blankets with him.  Then, he realized one of his questions had gone unanswered.

“Hey, um.  What’s your name? You never did say.”

“You can call me Clockwork.  And when you are done in the bathroom, I have breakfast waiting downstairs.”

Daniel heaved himself up and went to the bathroom, looking over his shoulder at Clockwork as he went.  

This was just… really weird.  Should he try to escape?  Like, even if Clockwork was telling the truth about everything, this wasn’t exactly what he would call a good situation.  But if this was the lie, then what was the truth?  The truth was always worse, when people were lying like that.

… Not that Daniel could come up with any specific examples of that.  It was more of a feeling.  

Soft lights came on in the bathroom as he stepped in.  It was… a bathroom.  He was sure he’d been in other bathrooms before.  This one had a purple-on-lavender color scheme and a large bathtub.  The fixtures were brass.  In other words, it resembled Clockwork to a surprisingly high degree.  Daniel wondered if he lived here normally, or if he’d just been the one to decorate.  Or if someone with a sense of irony had decorated it for him.  

Whichever.  Maybe he’d ask Clockwork about it and see if he answered.  It was harmless enough, compared to some of the questions he could ask.  

There was also a mirror.  He stared at it. ��

His skin was a sort of tan pink, awash with freckles.  His hair was white.  His eyes were glowing and green.  His ears were long and pointed, curving up around the sides of his face to sit on the top of his head.  The blankets were also purple, funnily enough.  Huh.  

He leaned closer, squinting.  What kind of ears were those, anyway?  He had to assume he didn’t have them when he was alive and human.  Cat?  Dog?  Fox?  It wasn’t an automatic ghost thing, either, since Clockwork didn’t seem to have them, although that hood could likely hide a lot.  

If he had animal ears, did he have anything else?  Maybe some cool slit pupils?  He leaned even closer, over the counter.  Maybe?  They might be slitted?  He alternately blinked and widened his eyes, trying to make his pupils change sizes.  

Yes!  They were slitted!  Cool!

Which put better odds on this being a fox or cat thing than a dog thing.  Dogs had round pupils.  

Next question: did he have a tail?

He swung the blankets off his shoulders and folded them up so he could set them on the counter.  He was, surprise surprise, wearing purple pajamas.  But he also had a large, fluffy tail.  He petted it.  It was very fluffy.  

Excellent.  He’d always wanted a tail.  Well, he’d wanted one for the few minutes he’d been aware there was a possibility he could have one.  Very nice.  Good feeling.  Soft.  

It also seemed very unfamiliar.

Precautions.  

Right.  

The smile slid off his face.  Well.  On reflection, he didn’t think Clockwork was lying to him, but he really needed to know more about him to make a real determination.  Just like he needed to make a determination about his potential ‘guardians.’  

This was giving him real adoption scam vibes.  Which was weird, because he’d’ve thought that’d be one of the memories they’d erase if they wanted to do that.  Maybe memory erasure was just… really inexact.  That sounded like a possibility.  Maybe there was some other weird scam going on.  

Only one way to find out.  He washed up, then left the bathroom and navigated towards the stairs.  

The stairs were also purple.  

Daniel was definitely leaning towards this place being decorated by someone with a weird sense of humor.  A non-Clockwork someone.  There weren’t nearly enough clocks for this place to have been designed by someone named Clockwork.  You had to be really into clocks to name yourself Clockwork.  

“Welcome,” said Clockwork, smiling at Daniel from the center of the purple kitchen.  “There are pancakes.”  He gestured to the table.  “And the file next to them has the names of your potential guardians.  Why don’t you read through them and see who you might like to stay with first.”

“You want me gone so soon?” asked Daniel, sliding into his seat.  

“You are welcome to stay here for as long as you want, but then you won’t get your memories back.”

“I can get my memories back?” asked Daniel, looking up sharply.  

“Yes, they will be returned after you make your choice,” said Clockwork.  He turned back to the stove.  “Hashbrowns?  Eggs?  Sausage?”

“Um,” said Daniel, who was gradually realizing how hungry he was.  “All of them?”

“Of course.”

Daniel turned his attention back to the file folder, then flipped it open.  Time to see who he was being… adopted by?  Was that the right term here?  

The first page had seven groups of names, bullet pointed.  It was also done in calligraphy, which was certainly a contrast to the plain manila folder it was stored in.  

“Anyone catch your eye?” asked Clockwork, setting down a plate with eggs and sausage on it.  

“Does it matter which order I do this in?”

“Not at all.”

“So I could start at the end.”

“Indeed.”

“Great,” said Daniel.  “Then let’s start there.  After breakfast.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

[ar1g]

Some sketches on au I talked about last night. Here’s some headcanons I’m putting together for it!

Everything that’s happened within the book timeline (for the most part) happened in this au. Everything Charlie struggled with happened to her, and after the, she was finally content after everything. Her and everybody else ended up moving out of state, away from Utah.

She’s still friends with everyone (Carlton, Jessica, Lamar, Marla, Clay…) and continues to have a strong bond with them.

The ages for when they got married are a yr behind, (I’m tired), they were 26 & 27.

In this au, Mike possesses glamrock Freddy. (He’s not exactly conscious he’s possessing the robot, he has personality traits with mike and similar thinking style)

Mike only knew the real Charlotte. Charlie found out who he was when coming across him slightly before she moved away from Utah; she was in hurricane with everybody else, discussing what happened. Clay was the one to find Mike who was “wandering around the mall rubble”. They trauma bonded immediately, talking about what happened with both of them.

Charlie has conflicted feelings about Henry, but she stills has a deep bond with both him and Jen, even if they’re not there.

The reason why Charlie is one of the Fazbear ent. CEO’s, is because she roped herself back in to try and figure out what was going on. She felt entitled to go back and try and fix what went wrong. (It also pays killer money)

She’s under an ALIAS because if anyone found out who she was, especially in Fazbear ent., she would be immediately captured and dissected like a lab rat.(similar to what afton tried to do). She’s made sure to change anything file and government related to an Alias name. (It would also conflict with the real Charlie)

Security Breach Ruin takes place in 2037 in my au.

During this time, Charlie cares for John, who suffers from multiple age-related illnesses. Everyone else aged fine.

Charlie is practically immortal.

Mike came to Charlie’s wedding.

Charlie started the “Jennifer Mertlond” Alias immediately after she got married.

She based her SB business look after her aunt. Similar to her name.

Even though she’s content with Henry, she wants to know nothing more about him, and no longer cares about him.

She thinks about Jen a lot more than she does henry after everything that’s happened.

This will be edited and updated w the more headcanons I come up with!

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[todorokies]

could you write some boyfriend headcanons for megumi? sfw

boyfriend!megumi headcanons

a/n: i hope i delivered to your liking <3

☆ . . . dating megumi would feel like the crisp october air whirling throughout your lungs. soon you hear the chilled wind singing a tune as the red, yellow, and orange leaves join in; you feel at peace like a warm knitted quilt rest upon your shoulders.

☆ . . . you would have to confess first, he’s aware theres some unspoken tension that lingers whenever you two are in the same vicinity but he doesn’t exactly know how to approach you on the subject without feeling like a complete fool.

☆ . . . once he gets comfortable with you though he’s totally a cheeky little bastard.

☆ . . . for the first few months of the relationship megumi would prefer to be secretive and sneak around with you … the closest thing you’ll get affection-wise in public is linking pinkies or him drawing patterns on your thigh under a table when nobody is looking.

☆ . . . around the fourth or fifth month he’ll feel ready to go public (tell yuji and nobara) he’ll ask like a hundred times if you were ready as well and if you weren’t he’d have no problem with waiting.

☆ . . . i could see him with a partner who he shares the same vaules and philosophies with. he wouldn’t go out of his way to personally seek an extroverted s/o but he can find himself gravitating towards people with bubbly/outgoing personalities.

☆ . . . megumi is a quiet lover, choosing to express his affections through gestures rather than words.

☆ . . . spotify/apple music playlists are his go-to !!! i hc that he’s super into poetry so the playlist name would be a shorten quote of a sonnet or poem that reminds him of you.

☆ . . . once a month you guys pick out books for each other to read and annotate (his idea.) he gives you a nonfiction or thriller book while you always give him a romance book.

☆ . . . his annotations will either vary from vague one liners like “nice” and “cool quote” or two to three lines of why the protagonist shouldn’t have forgiven the love interest so quickly.

☆ . . . you know that movie trope where someone says “i’m definitely not gonna do that thing” and the scene immediately cuts to them doing that exact thing? yeah that’s megumi when it comes to doing facemasks.

☆ . . . he’ll be sooo reluctant but as soon as you smear the watermelon cucumber clay mask on his face he practically purrs like a kitten. he’s relaxed and happy to have a lil pampering day with you.

☆ . . . he’s more of a listener than a talker, whenever you’re reciting your day to him or rambling about a new show his gaze is so intense and stern you’d think he’s mad at you or not paying attention.

☆ . . . he assures that he was listening and that he’s always listening to you regardless of what you talk about.

☆ . . . he loves to hold you and be held !! it took him some time to ease into the physical aspect of a relationship like cuddles and kisses but he grew accustomed soon with some reassurance.

☆ . . . his favourite cuddle position is where your head rest on his chest with his arms securely wrapped around your waist as your legs are all tangled up together.

☆ . . . all in all, dating megumi is overall a tranquil and lovely experience, you’ll feel loved and cherished everyday you’re with him, even if his actions aren’t explicit he tries his very best to make you happy with the little things.

reblogs & feedback is extremely appreciated !! <3

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[harlowcomehome]

Jack Harlow X Love is Blind: Louisville edition.

A/N: Based off the Netflix show “love is blind.” You enter pods with a divide between the rooms, you spend your days talking without physical attractive coming into play.

Thank you @gratefulformatcha for all your help.

Jack finished shoving what was left of his wardrobe into a metallic hard shell suitcase, wondering if he truly needed as much as he was taking.

“Am I in over my head? Is this crazy?” Jacks inner monologue was loud, but Urban knocking on the front door was louder.

Jack swung the front door open, and Urban quickly made himself at home heading to the kitchen before really saying much to Jack.

“Well hello to you too?” Jack scoffed, touchy because he was overwhelmed.

“You won’t need these groceries, so I thought you wouldn’t mind” Urban winked as he started taking things out of Jack's fridge to make an omelet.

Jack had finally committed to building a house of his own in Louisville and the finished product was beyond his wildest dreams. The porcelain tile that covered the ground was marbled and matte gray, and the walls a bright white with a lot of vintage chandelier pieces to match the aesthetic.

It was a huge house with a lot of bedrooms and Jack and his dog were the only ones who inhabited it, which got admittably lonely. So Urban and the rest of the crew were always here, hence why he was so comfortable.

Jack went to the bedroom to wheel his suitcases to the front door, three to be exact. Urban’s eyes opened wider than normal, “You don’t think that’s overkill?”

Jack laughed “They told me to come prepared for anything” he rubbed the back of his neck a telltale sign of his nerves. He was very evidently in his head, and beyond overwhelmed at the thought of this being an idiotic career decision.

“Are you sure you’re okay with staying here? I can ask my mom” Jack looked around the living room for his phone. When he found it he quickly ordered a car and shoved his phone into his pocket as he waited.

“I’m sure! I would rather be here than at my own house” Urban only said half-jokingly as he used Jack's glass cutting board to slice some bell peppers and mushrooms. He and his girlfriend were going through a rough patch but he didn’t want to bother Jack with the details especially when he was attempting to go find love.

It wasn’t long before Jack and Urban said their goodbyes, and with a thirty-minute drive to the set, Jack had a lot of time to think. He sent a few messages to his managers and his parents and Clay, knowing he was going to get his phone taken upon arrival.

Jack unloaded his suitcases and was met by a producer named Ardell. “Jack?” The smell of her pungent perfume hit him like an 18-wheeler, suppressing a cough before he held out a shaky hand to introduce himself.

Ardell smiled, shaking his hand and immediately set him up with the production team. They took his phone, had him sign some waivers, and sent him to the guy's portion of the set where he would be meeting fifteen other men.

Jack was the first one in the room, taking his time to examine everything as he ran his fingers against the green velvet of the billiards table. As the rest of the men entered the room his nerves subsided, and the conversations started to slowly flow, a few men were starstruck but were trying to be “cool about it.”

It wasn’t long until the two hosts of the show came in to explain how the process would work, that reality was setting in. They had given each cast member a gold chalice and a personalized notebook before giving them the night to socialize with one another.

••••

The next day started the long process of trying to establish a connection. Jack was confident in his personality shining through, he was just nervous about ending up with someone who couldn’t handle his lifestyle since he couldn’t exactly be truthful about that from the start.

Jack sat on the medium-sized couch that he was frankly too big for with his notebook in one hand and his golden chalice in the other.

When you entered the pod, you took a moment to take in the room you’d be spending the next couple hours in, hoping that you’d hit it off with your second date considering your first one wasn’t a hit.

“Hi, who am I talking to? My name is y/n” You got a blanket and took a seat on the couch, ready for the date to start.

“Hi, my name is Jack. How are you doing?” He slid down to the ground with his back to the couch, more comfortable that way.

“Jack! I’ll remember that. I’m doing fine! How’re you? Is that accent from the Ville’?” You giggled nervously immediately getting butterflies at his southern drawl. You had moved to Louisville a few years ago and could hear the heavy accent immediately.

“Born and raised! Where are you from?” He opened his notebook remembering he was supposed to be taking notes.

“I always have a hard time answering that. I grew up in a military family so I’m kind of from everywhere.”

“Well-traveled? I like that” The laugh that escaped him felt nice, you were easy to talk to. “Okay, but here’s the true test of my heart. How do you say Louisville?” Jack teased knowing immediately that you called it the Ville’ for a reason.

“No! You can’t do that to me!” You giggled, covering your face with embarrassment although he couldn’t see it.

Jack felt good talking to you but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself, knowing this process was as long as he wanted it to be. It wasn’t until the third hour of talking that you both realized it was getting late.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Jack?” You yawned, holding your blanket against your chest.

“Goodnight y/n” he hummed as the pod door shut behind him.

The next day you woke up eager to talk to Jack but when you entered the pods you could tell something was off by the sound of his voice.

“Hey y/n- I’m having a tough time” he was nervous and you waited for him to finish his thoughts.

“Are you thinking about leaving?” You couldn’t imagine what changed overnight, but you were trying to be understanding.

“I’m not sure, I’m excited to talk to you and I think this process just makes me nervous” he sat down in front of the divide between the two of you.

“I’m nervous too, but what if I told you that was normal?” You sighed, hoping he’d stay.

Jack wanted to continue talking to you but his anxiety took over leaving immediately without a word.

“Jack?”

You waited for a response, only to be told by a producer that he was gone.

“Gone? As in he left the room or left the experience?” You were stunned and worried about what could have gone wrong in less than 24 hours.

As you were gathering your things, Jack walked back in the room, ready to continue the date.

“I’m sorry I just needed a minute, where were we?” It was then that you knew exactly who he was but chose not to say anything at all.

#Jack Harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow fanfic

[bloatedandalone04]

In The Way I Need You | Part 5

Series Masterlist

➪in which you spend the night with the beresfords, and once joey is asleep, you discover that your crush on clay may not be entirely one-sided.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 7.5k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

“Hi! I’m so sorry I’m late, the traffic was so bad today, the taxi driver gave me dirty looks the whole ride here,” you say as you quickly enter Clay’s house. You had an overnight bag thrown over your shoulder and he didn’t know why the sight made him so happy, but he was smiling when you added, “I got this for Joey. I saw he didn’t have it in his growing collection.”

You lift your hand and reveal the book Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Doctor Seuss. Clay’s smile grew at that as he took it from you. “You didn’t need to get him anything,” he said, still grateful for it nonetheless.

“I know,” you say with a shy smile as you shrug off your jacket. “I wanted to.”

Clay takes your jacket from you as he says, “Thank you. He’ll love it,” he hangs it up on a hook before guiding you upstairs. “Actually, he’ll probably want you to read it to him instead of me.”

You shake your head as you ascend the stairs. “I don’t think that’s true. You’re his best friend, after all,”

“I think you’re underestimating how attached that kid has grown to you,” Clay laughs as you both enter the living room. “I tried reading to him earlier and he said I don’t read as good as his babysitter does.” 

You gasp and laugh, too. “He did not,” 

“He did,” was all he was able to say before Joey finally caught sight of you.

“Y/n!” He said, excitement lacing his voice as he slid off the couch and ran over to you. He mispronounces your name again, but you adored the way he said it so you don’t bother correcting him. “Hi!”

You grin at him and drop your bag in order to pick him up. “Hi, buddy,”

Joey looks between you and his dad and he knew he was probably wondering why you were here when it wasn’t a school day. “Remember I told you Y/n was going to stay with us while grandma is away?” Joey nods and he continues. “She’ll be here all night and is going to get you ready for school tomorrow.”

His eyes light up as he hugs you. “All night?” He asked, his excitement to have you here for multiple days at a time radiating from his little body. 

“All night,” you confirm, looking over at Clay as Joey hugs you again. 

-

“I went out this morning and got you your diet coke,” Clay announced as he leaned back in his chair at the dining room table. He was wearing more casual clothing, casual being a white tee and khakis, and to see him not wear a suit or tie for the first time since meeting him had you feeling a bit lightheaded. “The shelves on the fridge door are all yours.”

You smile at him as you finish your pasta. “Thank you,” you say as you also lean back. “You didn’t have to do that, though. I’d be happy to just bring something with me whenever I’m here.”

Clay shook his head as he looked over at Joey, who was sitting beside him. “You take care of this guy while I’m at work, and I know how hard that can be. It’s the least I can do,” he joked and the messy smile his son gave him had your own growing. 

“All done,” he says as he pushes away his plate. “Can I go play now?” 

Clay nods and helps him down from the chair, watching as he runs around the table and out of the room. He shakes his head as you laugh quietly and stand up, collecting the dishes as you do so. “Oh, you don’t have to clean up, you’re a guest,” he tried to take them from you but you dodge his hand with a playful grin. 

“I don’t mind,” you say as you carry them into the kitchen. “You bought me my diet coke, after all. It’s the least I can do.”

Clay laughed as he followed you. “As fun as it is, you got to stop thinking you owe me something after I do the bare minimum for you,” 

You set the plates and forks down into the sink and turn to him. “I could say the same thing to you,” you tease with a raised brow and he turns away after realizing you made a good point. “That’s what I thought.”

You face the sink again and turn the water on, feeling him still looming behind you. 

Glancing back at him, you offer, “How about I wash and you dry? It’ll get done quicker that way,”

“Sure,” he says as he walks over to you. “But on one condition.”

You look up at him as he stands right next to you. He was so close you could smell his cologne and the scent made you feel the smallest bit dizzy. “What is it?” You ask after a few seconds, finally able to find your voice again after zoning out a bit. 

He leans in and takes a plate from you. You hadn’t been this close to him since the night you thought you were being given the chance to kiss him, but then got the message quickly when he pulled away before anything happened. He wasn’t pulling away now, though, and you felt lightheaded again. “You watch a kids movie with Joey and I,” he requested and you laughed, turning back to the sink as you washed another plate.

“You’re pushing your luck with that one,” you joked back as he laughed under his breath and set the dry plate aside before taking another one from you.

Half an hour later you were sitting beside Clay on the couch watching The Lion King. Joey was perched on his lap as he stared up at the screen with his big blue eyes as if it was the coolest movie he had ever seen. You supposed it was. It’s one of your favorites, as well, so you were quite happy with the selection. 

 Of course you cried when Mufasa died, and while Clay held back his laughs, Joey reached out and took your hand in his much smaller one, and you cried a bit harder at that because how a four year old could be this sweet was beyond your comprehension. 

Popcorn was scattered around the carpet as the movie ended and the credits rolled. Joey had fallen asleep during the last few scenes, and had migrated half his body onto your lap. “God, Clay, your kid is cute,” you say quietly as you run your fingers gently through Joey’s light hair.

Clay smiled over at you, running his hand up and down his son’s back. “He gets it from his mom,” 

You lean over so your lips are close to the side of his head, your hand moving down to cover Joey’s ear. “Bullshit,” you whisper, grinning at the laugh that escapes Clay. “He’s a spitting image of his dad.”

His face flushed a bit and he had to look away, instead focusing his attention on Joey. “You’re sweet,” he said to you as he picked him up, careful not to wake him. You blushed a bit as you watched him stand up. “I’m going to go put him to bed. Are you down for another movie? Preferably one not made for four year olds? Or are you too tired?”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms. “The Lion King is not for four year olds,” you defend your comfort movie, getting another laugh out of Clay. “And you’re the parent here, old man. Are you sure you’re not too tired?”

Clay shook his head, tightening his hold on Joey as he walked away from the couch. “Old man, huh?”

“The oldest,” you say as he glances back at you.

“Just pick another movie,”

He headed upstairs while you browsed through his movie collection, noting that even though he is still in his twenties, he had the film taste of a dad in the eighties. 

Star Wars Episode VI, Legends of the Fall, Braveheart, The Outsiders, Uncle Buck, Ghostbusters.

Jesus Christ. 

You grab The Outsiders and sit back down on the couch, picking through the kernels in the bowl as you wait for Clay to return. 

-

“Want me to make some more?” Clay asked once he came back downstairs and entered the living room. 

You hold the bowl out to him with a sheepish smile. “Since you’re offering,”

He takes it from you and walks into the kitchen, making sure to grab you a diet coke once the bowl is full again. Clay hands you the can before sitting next to you, much closer than before, and sets the bowl on his lap. “What’d you pick?” He asked just as the long opening credits of The Outsiders appeared on the screen. 

“It’s one of my favorites,” you smile your pretty smile at him and steal a few pieces of popcorn, setting the diet coke aside. 

“Yeah?” He hummed as he gathered a couple pieces in his own hand. “Have you read the book?”

You give him an unimpressed look and answer as you chew, “Of course I’ve read the book,” 

The way you said it made it sound like that was the most obvious answer in the world, and Clay laughed as he tilted his head back to drop the popcorn into his mouth. He could feel your eyes on him the whole time, and when he looked at you and caught you staring, his smile grew at the way your face flushed. 

You were so cute, and this was beginning to feel like a date rather than two adults hanging out on a professional level. 

Would it really be so bad? Maybe it was time for Clay to forget about Sam and how she left both him and Joey and never looked back. Maybe it was time for him to move on and close that chapter of his life. Really, how bad could it be?

You look away and stare at the screen just as the drawn out credits finally wrap up, and Clay knew he should be focusing on the movie, but how could he when his mind was consumed with thoughts of you? 

Halfway through the movie, the popcorn was eaten and you had moved a bit closer to him. Your hand was inches from his thigh as you gazed at the TV, your index finger tracing random shapes on the cushion. 

Clay could not focus on anything other than the fact that he wanted to take your hand in his and how he wanted to be holding you right now. 

God, was he always like this? Was he always this desperate for affection and touch? Had he really gone that long without it? 

He felt a bit pathetic as he tore his eyes off your hand and tried to pay attention to the movie. Sitting through The Lion King was a lot easier as he had Joey there to break the tension, but now that Clay is alone with you, he felt a bit on edge. 

He was so close to you, he could smell your sweet perfume and hear every breath you took. 

Maybe he was imagining it, but Clay was sure you were slowly moving even closer to him. The amount of will-power he had to use to not take you into his arms in that second was insane. Maybe he is stronger than he thought. 

As casually as he could, Clay lifted his arm and draped it across the back of the couch, and he knew he wasn’t imagining the small smile that formed on your lips as he did so. 

His attention was completely off the movie at this point, and it seemed like yours was slipping away from it as well as you boldly inched even closer to him until your back was pressed against his side, and your arm was draped over his lap. He laughed as he asked, “Are you comfortable?”

He knew you were smiling as you said, “Very,”

And you stayed like that for the rest of the movie. The back of your head was resting against his chest as the end credits began rolling and now he was wishing that the movie went on for a bit longer so he could sit with you like this for a few more minutes. 

He could smell the coconut scented conditioner you used and he knew he could easily become addicted to it, like he was beginning to become addicted to your vanilla perfume. 

A few seconds pass before you sit up but stay close to him, and when you turned your head and looked up at him, he didn’t move away. He didn’t give you the wrong idea like he did last time. He wouldn’t.

Your eyes stay fixated on his as you lean in a bit, and Clay was powerless to stop his hand from moving to gently caress the side of your head. “I’m not the only one feeling this,” he murmured. “Please, tell me I’m not the only one feeling this.”

This should feel wrong. You were just here to look after his kid, not satisfy his need for affection and his desire to be wanted.

But as you shook your head and gave him a small, barely-there smile, he didn’t care about anything else. 

It didn’t feel wrong at all, so why should he put a stop to it?

“You’re not,” you say back, just as quietly, reaching up and placing a gentle but firm hand on the side of his neck. “I feel it, too.”

Clay’s breath hitched in his throat as you brushed your nose against his, your lips not quite touching yet but still making his head spin just a bit. 

“Since the first day,” you added and the amount of happiness that filled him was too much to describe. He hadn’t been imagining all of this, the spark he felt was there for you, too. All the times he caught himself feeling guilty for pining over you weren’t in vain. 

“We shouldn’t,” he regretfully said, giving you an out. He was the older one out of the two of you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to feel pressured into doing or saying anything you didn’t really want to. 

A smile formed on your lips. “We really shouldn’t,” you agreed before you were both closing the distance and connecting your lips. 

It was a light pressure at first, with both you and Clay testing each other and seeing if you had crossed a line. When he moved closer to you and kissed you a bit harder, you didn’t stop him and instead returned the kiss with a sense of need he had never felt before, not even with his own wife. 

It didn’t feel rushed with you. Didn’t feel forced. 

After pressing another chaste kiss to his lips, you pull away. Slowly, your eyes open and meet his own, and you both wear matching, dumb grins. “Sorry,” Clay whispered and you shook your head.

“Sorry,” you repeated as you stood up. “It’s late, I should go to bed.”

He nodded, sitting up and taking your hand in his. You share a knowing look as his thumb traces various shapes onto the back of your hand, and he knew that you both wanted to do that again, but were trying to have some self control. 

With a final squeeze, he lets you go and watches as you turn and head towards the stairs, glancing back at him once before you were out of his sight. 

-

You ended up tossing and turning all night long and probably got no more than a couple hours of sleep. 

Your body was on fire and full of energy after the kiss you shared with Clay on his living room couch, and you couldn’t shut your mind off if you tried.

Since the day you talked to him on the sidewalk not too long ago, you’ve wanted him. Bad. And he all but confirmed he wanted you, too, how were you supposed to sleep after that?

The next morning you were up before the sun began to seep into the guest room. If you could even call this a guest room. It was massive, much like how Lilith’s master bedroom is, and you found yourself not wanting to return back to your small apartment once she came back home. 

You dress yourself in jeans and a tank top before leaving the room, pinning back your messy hair as you poked your head into Joey’s room. He was awake and looking up at the stickers that were stuck to the ceiling, his fingers playing with the hem of his sheets. Then he was looking over at you and smiling. “Hi, buddy,” you greet him as you enter his room. 

“Y/n,” he said back and you grinned at the fact that he was already getting better at pronouncing your name. “Where is my dad?”

His dad. Your boss. The very man you kissed last night.

You picked him up when he lifted his arms. “I think he’s still sleeping,” you answer, holding him against your side as you walk over to his dresser. “Want me to help you get ready for school?” 

He nodded and you were able to grab his shirt and pants with one hand before setting him down onto the carpet and helping him get dressed. After that you take him downstairs and sit him at the table before heading into the kitchen and looking for something for him to eat. 

When you spot the strawberries and cream, you look over at the toddler and give him a smile. “Joey, do you want some strawberries?” You asked and watched as he lit up and nodded a few times. 

You slice them up into smaller pieces and place them into a bowl before adding the cream and setting it down in front of him. Joey’s blue eyes widen before he takes the spoon from you and goes to town on the bowl.

Laughing, you make two more bowls of it, keeping an eye on Joey from your place in the kitchen. Your back was pressed against the counter as Clay walked in, and the small smirk he wore once he saw you left you feeling reassured that last night was definitely not a mistake. 

He wasn’t dressed yet, his body being covered by a sinful pair of grey sweats and a white tee. It felt so casual, so normal, to get to see him during the early hours of the morning before he changed into more presentable clothing and completely woke up.

You stay still and watch as he leans down and presses a kiss to the top of Joey’s head before he is making his way over to you. Keeping the bowl pressed to your chest, you pause your chewing when he stands a few inches away from you, his hands at his sides and a teasing glint in his eyes. “Hi,”

“Hi,” he says back, leaning in and gently bumping your nose with his own, and the simple action had your heart beating loudly in your chest. It didn’t go further than that as he pulled away but stayed close to you. “You have a good sleep?”

“Oh, the best,” you answer, swallowing after as you turn and grab the other bowl. “I made you breakfast.”

Clay looks down at the bowl before taking it from you with a boyish grin on his lips. “You made me breakfast?”

Nodding, you watch as he takes a strawberry between his teeth before promptly looking away as you feel heat rush to your face. 

God, he is hot. 

What are you doing? You should not be this turned on when you’re supposed to be getting his kid ready for school. 

Setting your bowl down, you avoid eye contact with Clay as you move around him, still feeling his gaze on you by the time you’ve made your way to Joey. “Do you need me to take Joey to school?” 

Clay leans against the counter as he eats, the open concept of both the kitchen and dining room giving him the perfect view of you and his kid. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” you answer, smoothing out Joey’s hair.

“Great, you can ride with Rick,” he says as he places the bowl in the sink. 

You furrow your brows, taking the spoon and bowl from Joey when he handed them to you. “How will you get to work?” You asked as you made your way back into the kitchen. 

“Would it sound too privileged to say that I have more than one driver?” He asked with a grin as he stayed still, making you have to reach around him to place the bowl in the sink.

“Yes,” you say as you stand up straight. “Extremely privileged.”

Clay laughed under his breath, crossing his arms. “I’ll take a cab,” he answered your question from before, and his words were surprising. 

“You’re gonna take a cab?” 

Clay, too, stood up straight. “Why is that so surprising to you?” He asked, smirking a bit afterwards. 

You glance back at Joey, who was distracted by the coloring book you placed on the table last night, as you step closer to Clay. “I don’t know,” you mumble, looking back at him. “I don’t know why I keep assuming you’re some stuck up rich guy who wouldn’t be caught dead in a car that isn’t one of his own. You’re different, Clay.”

His smirk turns into a soft grin as he drops his arms, his hands finding your waist as he pulls you closer to him. “Different how?”

Your face heats up a bit as you shrug, placing your hands flat on his chest. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears as you say, “You’re nice,” you pathetically answer, not being able to fight off the nervous smile that takes over your lips. 

“Nice?” He smirks again, bunching up your tank top in his hands. “That’s it?”

You shrug again, unsure of what the boundaries are at the moment. “You’re not stuck up, you’re polite, you walk me to the door every time I go to leave,”

“That’s the bare minimum,” he brushed off his own actions, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “You’re pretty.”

Blushing heavily, you break eye contact and look back at Joey. “I should get him to school,”

You go to pull away but he gently wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling you back to him. “Did I overstep with that one?”

He looked so genuine and a bit worried, further proving that he is more than just a decent guy. He is sweet and kind and can become so lost inside his own head when he thinks he messed up. He’s perfect, and that scares you. “No,” you shake your head, lacing your fingers together in hopes to reassure him. “You just….you make me feel things. Good things, I promise.”

Clay’s thumb traced random shapes onto the back of your hand before he nodded, loosening his grip on you. “Okay,” he gave your hand a final squeeze before he pulled away completely and walked over to J oey. He hugged him quickly and kissed the top of his head, glancing over at you as he headed towards the door. “See you later, pretty girl.”

Your face flushed for the tenth time since you woke up and you had to take a second to compose yourself, listening to Clay’s footsteps fade up the stairs. You clear your throat, smiling over at the four year old who was oblivious to the flirting that had just taken place in the kitchen. 

-

“Morning, Mr. Beresford,” Clay was greeted as he entered the floor that held his office. “Coffee?”

“No, thank you,” he answered, smiling at the man before walking past him and down the hall. He passed multiple offices, the walls being made of glass and not providing much privacy. That was his mothers idea, not his, and he stands by the fact that he doesn’t care to see into his employees workspaces to ensure they’re not slacking off, but she did. 

When Clay made it to his own office, these walls not being see-through, he closed the door and tossed his bag onto his desk. He stands behind it, pulling at the tie around his neck that he still wasn’t able to tie on his own. Sam always tied it for him, but now that she was gone he had to do it himself, and he did a really bang up job of it today. It looked awful, and he knew he needed to learn how to properly tie one soon. 

He looked out the window and at the city of New York, a small smile tugging at his lips. His friend, Jack, would tell him that he owned half this city, as if he wasn’t aware of that fact. For some reason Jack liked to do Clay’s bragging for him, seeing as he wasn’t one to brag much to begin with. Well, he wasn’t much of a bragger before Joey was born, now Clay proudly shows off just how amazing his kid is. 

He even bragged about him to you during your first conversation. 

The memory of that made Clay laugh as he sat down behind the desk, throwing off his tie as he reached for his phone. 

Joey’s Sitter: Just got back from dropping Joey off at school. Props to Rick for getting us there on time. You should give him a raise. 

Clay laughed again, reaching over with his free hand to turn on his computer as he typed out a reply to you. 

I’ll think about it. What are you up to now? Any plans for the day?

He sets his phone down as he enters the password for his computer. Almost instantly he was met with countless emails, the topics ranging from meetings to updates on his placement on the transplant list. 

The whole thing stressed him out, much like how it did back when he was just eighteen years old and thrown into the CEO lifestyle, and he looked back at his phone, where a text from you calmed him down a bit.

Joey’s Sitter: Not a thing planned…I was actually going to ask if I could tidy up your mansion, I mean your house. I didn’t get to clean the dishes before taking Joey to school, so I’ll start there. 

You reminded him a bit of Jack, but instead of bragging about his possessions, you teased him about it. It was a nice change, and something you had been doing since the day he met you. 

Unsurprisingly, his mind went back to Sam and how he so blindly missed all the signs she gave that showed she was just after his money. She never brought her wallet with her whenever the two of them went out, and then proceeded to fill her arms with things that Clay would end up buying for her. She claimed she forgot to bring her money, and that she appreciated his generosity, and that was that. 

She also failed to remember that she is a mother and is required to pay child support payments since she was the one to walk out, but he hasn’t seen a single cent from her since she left. Not that he’d accept anything from her, anyway.

You were so different from her. Yeah, you are six years younger than her, but you are far more mature than she ever was. 

Clay hadn’t even called her in days as he was too preoccupied sorting his life out. It was about time he did that, and he was proud of himself for not leaving her yet another pointless voicemail in almost a week.

Please, feel free, but don’t feel obligated. 

He replied to you before clicking on the first email, which was just a request for a meeting with both him and his mom. 

Joey’s Sitter: Cleaning is like therapy to me, Clay. I’m happy to do it. I noticed you’re a bit behind on laundry. Permission to do that, too?

Clay felt a bit embarrassed about that one. His mom was usually the one who is on top of the laundry, and she’s only been gone a couple days and it was already starting to pile up. 

Go for it.

He sent that then realized he will have to pay you for it. 

Oh, God, he’s supposed to be paying you right now since you’re looking after his kid. 

Fuck.

How is he supposed to pay you after kissing you last night and flirting with you this morning? You’d probably feel so cheap and used if he were to hand you the money you rightfully earned for babysitting Joey and getting him ready for school, but he couldn’t not pay you, either. He is your only source of income, as far as he knew, and he was quickly reminded of all the warnings he gave himself about pursuing something with you.

He knew he should’ve kept things professional, but he really didn’t want to. He’s held off on giving himself to someone in the way he did with Sam for too long, he was ready to get back to the dating scene. But with his son’s babysitter? That was a complicated one. 

Joey’s Sitter: I’m gonna have to go into your room to put your laundry away, is that okay?

That’s alright, just ignore the mess. Please. I’m working on it.

He typed out and sent his reply to you without thinking much of it, his overworked brain feeling like it had been sent into overdrive already. Clay had stressed himself out by thinking about you and what you and he currently are and how he should end things before they got too far, but as he looked down and read your text,

Joey’s Sitter: I won’t tell anyone that you’re just like any other twenty something year old guy who has questionable cleaning habits. Maybe. 

he suddenly didn’t care much about the quiet voice that was telling him to stop pursuing whatever it was that is between him and you. 

-

You balance the basket in your left hand as you use your right one to open Clay’s bedroom door. You knew you would feel like you were intruding had you not asked him beforehand, and his concerns about his supposedly messy room had you curious to see if it was as bad as he says it is.

It really wasn’t. 

The door swings open and the only thing that caught your attention was the fact that his bed wasn’t made. Sure, there were a few pieces of clothes strewn around the room and the drawers of his dresser were half open, but it was nowhere near as bad as you thought it’d be. 

You also found his boyish messiness attractive, and you were convinced that you would soon find everything about Clay attractive. And you weren’t even gonna mention the fact that his room smelled exactly like his cologne and how you felt a bit lightheaded as you took a step forward. 

Setting the basket on the bed, you walk over to the dresser and pull open the first drawer. Soon enough the basket was empty and as you picked it back up, you debated on whether or not you would be overstepping if you were to make his bed. 

You kissed last night and almost did again a few hours ago, so you were sure you were past that point, and you also didn’t want to keep texting him while he was at work just to ask. 

So, you put all the clothing that was around the room in the basket and quickly made his bed. On your way to the door, you pass his desk and see a picture of him and Joey in what looked like a hospital room. Joey couldn’t have been older than a few days, and Clay looked a bit younger than he did now. He was holding Joey close to his chest, his hand looking even bigger as it caressed the back of his son’s head. 

The framed picture had your heart swelling, as did the small grin Clay wore. 

How did you get this lucky to have them both in your life? Sure, it wasn’t anything long-term right now, but it didn’t matter. Joey had already stolen your heart, and Clay wasn’t very far behind. 

You look away and head towards the door, closing it quietly behind you despite you being the only person in the house. You kind of wanted to explore his room a bit more, but held off and hoped that he could give you a proper tour of it one day.

After setting the laundry basket down on top of the washing machine, you leave the room and make your way towards the guest room. The view from the window was amazing, and even better at night. You were too giddy to pay much attention to it last night, after kissing the guy you’ve been crushing hard on since the day you met him. 

You sit down on the queen sized bed, the soft, dark teal comforter inviting you to lay back. You do, your head settling against the pillow as you look off to the right and at the tall buildings that make up New York. 

You were pining over Clay, hard, and you got the smallest indication that he was feeling the same last night. But you have no idea if he is serious about you. Maybe he just thinks you’re an easy lay. God, that would probably crush you if he thinks that. 

Even though you were nearing the young age of twenty one, you quickly found yourself loving the domestic lifestyle most people don’t get to experience until their late twenties or early thirties. 

Really, you shouldn’t want to become a mother at your age, not when you haven’t even figured out what you want to do with your life, but getting the chance to see both Joey and Clay every single day felt like a dream. You wanted it, you wanted Clay to be serious about you, and you wanted Joey to feel safe and comfortable around you all the time. 

Had you told yourself back when you first moved to New York that you would be wishing you were part of this small family, you would’ve laughed. You didn’t even have a good relationship with your own family, hence why you’re living by yourself in a massive city, so you didn’t have much experience with a normal-functioning family like the Beresfords. 

Well, maybe they weren’t normal; they have loads of money, high paying jobs, and you were sure they owned multiple buildings and properties in the area. Still, Clay treated you like just another person. He wasn’t the typical stuck up rich guy who looks down on others just because he is wealthy, and that alone had you falling for him on the first day you met him.

Would he ever see you in that way? Could he? 

You turn over and hold a spare pillow to your chest, wondering what was going to come from this as you waited for the hours to pass until you had to go get Joey. 

You woke up to the sound of your phone going off a few hours later, and you smiled when you saw who had texted you. 

Clay Beresford: Won’t be home until later tonight. I’ll have my phone on me the whole time so if you need something, just call.

You sit up, tossing the pillow aside as you rub your eyes with your free hand, using your other to text him back.

No worries. Have a good night, Mr. Businessman. 

Sometimes you worried that you were being too forward with him, but he never seemed to mind it, which is why you keep doing it. It felt normal to tease each other back and forth over text, and now that you were progressing to teasing each other in real life, it only added fuel to the fire building within you. 

You got up from the bed after realizing that it was nearing three in the afternoon and you had to leave to pick up Joey. Well, Rick is picking up Joey, you’re just there for the ride until you return back to Clay’s home. 

When you do arrive back home, you give Joey a piggyback ride up the stairs and sit down on the couch with him. He crawls onto your lap as you set his schoolbag down and rummage through the new sheets that were in it. 

You pull out a piece of paper that had today’s date written on it and your eyes widen a bit at the scene on it. In the middle of the page was a small figure that had ‘ME’ written above it in messy writing, and to the left of that figure was a bigger one, this one being labeled ‘DADDY’. It was obviously a drawing of Clay and Joey that he had done today at school, but what was a bit surprising was the third figure.

On Joey’s right side was another person with your hair color and something that resembled the outfit you wore yesterday, which was a simple black tee and jeans. Above it was the word ‘SITTER’. You bite down harshly on your lip before asking, “Joey, did you draw this today?”

You knew the answer, but wanted to hear him say it anyway. “Yeah,” he confirmed what you already knew. “It’s me, daddy and you. See.” He pointed to each figure and you realized that both you and Clay are holding Joey’s hands. 

Your eyes burned a bit as you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “You’re sweet,” you tell him what you’ve been calling him since the first day you babysat him. “You’re so sweet, buddy. I love it.” You take the drawing from him and further inspect it. He even got your eye color right, and that had you blinking quickly as you set him aside on the cushion before standing up. 

Joey looked up at you, his big blue eyes a copy of his dad’s. “I’m hungry,”

You laugh, ruffling his hair a bit. “Okay, we can have an early dinner tonight. Daddy won’t be home until later,” you say as you begin to walk towards the doorway. Once you are in the kitchen, you immediately put the drawing on the fridge after looking at it for a good two minutes. 

Joey wasn’t aware of just how fucking cute he is, you’re sure of it. And seeing yourself, although in a drawing, with the two of them had your mind mixed up in a frenzy. 

You wanted this everyday, you wanted both of them. 

And, when Clay returns home later, you weren’t sure if you would be able to keep your hands off him. 

-

Clay shuts the door behind him before practically bolting up the stairs, his bag slipping from his shoulder and landing on the floor once he reached the top. 

He wasn’t sure why, but he missed Joey a lot today, and he also found himself missing you. He had gotten a taste of you last night and now he is beginning to think he will never get enough. 

He also wanted to talk to you about it and get an idea of where you’re at and what you’re thinking about in relation to what you and he did last night, but he wasn’t sure how to bring it up. 

Bringing his left hand up, Clay reads the time on his watch and sees that it’s nearing Joey’s bedtime. As if on cue, you walk out of the living room with a half asleep Joey in your arms and an unreadable expression on your face. “Hey,” he says, his mood lifting considerably at the sight of the two of you. 

“Hi,” you say back, pausing in the doorway. “We were just heading to bed. Did you want to take it from here?”

Joey lifted his head from your shoulder and smiled at Clay, and his heart melted at the sight. “Okay,” he agreed and took his son from you, stopping just in front of the second staircase. “I’ll meet you in the living room?”

You just nod and enter the room again, leaving Clay to hurry up the stairs. After tucking Joey in, he gives him a kiss on the forehead before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind him. 

He takes the stairs two at a time on the way down and shrugs off his jacket, leaving him in just his white button up and dress pants. He never bothered putting his tie back on after taking it off as soon as he got to his office. 

Once he entered the living room and saw you waiting patiently for him on the couch, Clay made it over to you in three strides. He sat next to you, his hands aching to reach out and touch you in any way you’d allow as he stared at your pretty eyes. “We should talk about-” but he wasn’t able to finish that sentence as you leaned in and placed your hands on his shoulders, your mouths meeting in a firm kiss. 

And just like that, any and all thoughts left Clay’s head as his hands reached up and caressed either side of your face. His lips meshed against yours like they did last night, but with a lot more urgency. 

Your hands were a bit frantic as they gripped his shirt before pushing against his chest. Clay moved to lie back on the couch as you climbed on top of him, your fingers tangling in his hair once you were straddling his waist. “Is this okay?” You asked breathlessly, your eyes revealing your genuine concern, and he knew you were asking if his heart could take this much excitement at once. 

You were far too nice and your carefulness was something that was lacking in his last relationship. He never felt this cared for before from someone other than his mother, and he was kissing you again before he knew it. 

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” he answered when he felt that you weren’t kissing him back, and when you smiled at his words, you gently traced your thumb along his jaw before kissing him again. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you say in between kisses, but show no signs of stopping. And he really didn’t want you to. 

His hands grip your waist tightly and pull your body right against his own. “We shouldn’t,” he agreed and you pulled away with a big grin on your face that he was sure matched his own. 

You blush a bit and he notes that he’s quite good at getting you to do that without really trying to. “I’m really glad we agree on that,” you mumble before giving him a final chaste kiss. His hands slide down your jean covered thighs as you sit up and bunch up his shirt in your fingers. “Can we have another movie night?” 

Clay nods instantly, and he was sure he would say yes to anything you asked him right now. He felt like he was on cloud nine, with the prettiest woman he had ever seen sitting on top of him like he was your throne. You had kissed him again. You wanted this as much as he did. 

You smile at him before getting up and walking towards his DVD collection. “What do you want to watch?”

“I don’t care,” and he really didn’t. He wasn’t paying much attention to the movie you put in the DVD player as he opened his arms and gestured for you to lay with him.

You do so with a blush coating your face, pressing your back to his chest as you settle against him. Clay wraps his arms around you and laces your fingers together as he tries to calm his racing heart. 

He couldn’t believe you had this much of an affect on him, but here you are, tucked protectively in his arms as you stared up at the screen. 

Clay couldn’t remember the last time he felt this content, this carefree. All the stress he had felt throughout the day and all the questions he had planned on asking you were dissolving by the second, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. 

It was clear that you did, too, because the next time Clay opened his eyes, he was staring at the menu screen of the movie before his gaze drifted further to the right, where he meets the cold stare of his mother, who did not look pleased to see you and him wrapped up in each other’s arms at all.

#clayton beresford #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford imagines #clayton beresford imagines #clayton beresford imagine #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen gif #hayden christensen #hayden christensen edit #hayden christensen icons #in the way i need you series #in the way i need you #awake 2007 #awake

[rninies]

Thinking about pottery making with satoru..

✮ pottery making

౨ৎ gojo satoru x reader. fluff, gn!reader, reader is a pro pottery maker, gojo isn't LOL — wc: 647

notes. ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK this was longer than expected LMFAO

gojo satoru is quite well-known to be good at everything he does, which is relatively true except for one thing — pottery making.

pottery making requires skills satoru does not have. so when you ask him to come join you in a pottery-making class, he hesitantly agrees.

“tell me why we’re here again?” satoru asks you quietly to not disturb the other people in the class. “you know we can just buy our own furniture, right?”

“toru, for the last time, we’re not making furniture! we’re making our own custom mugs we can paint later.” you repeated your explanation for the fifth time. “isn’t it fun? we can customize the mugs we make!” you clapped, excited to start.

satoru tries to complain once again but seeing the smile on your face stops him from doing so. he sighs, mentally cursing himself in his head for being so weak for you (he doesn’t mind, however. he loves spoiling you).

when the teacher arrives you straighten your back, listening to their instructions intently. you nod when you understand what they say, humming in between their words. “alright, let’s get started, shall we? if any of you need help just raise your hand and i’ll be right there!” they sat down in the front of the class, carefully watching everyone’s progress.

“okay! toru, let’s get started,” you exclaim, grabbing the clay and placing it on the machine. “do you have an idea for the design you’re going for?” you dip your hands in water, dropping a few droplets of water onto the clay to make it wet. when you see satoru unmoving, you look at him. “what’s wrong? do you understand what the teacher said before?”

“huh? oh, yeah! of course i understand!” satoru rolls up his sleeves, not wanting them to get dirty. “be prepared to see the best mug ever.”

satoru grabs a chunk of clay before wetting it a bit. you are prepared to see him make the mug so you stopped, watching his moves. instead of satoru making the mug just as he said before, he couldn’t even make the shape of a mug properly. instead, it’s a… tall structure you can’t even name it.

“um, toru?” you poke his shoulder. “a mug isn’t supposed to look like that.” you point at the… thing satoru has made.

“hey, don’t judge a book by its cover! i’m not finished, okay?” satoru huffs, trying to form the clay into a better shape. however, it doesn’t turn out so well, the clay slowly lifting off of the machine as he is trying to form it. so when the clay does fall off the machine, satoru yelps in surprise. “what the- hey! the clay can’t just jump off the machine!”

you started laughing out loud, satoru immediately frowns. “i’m sorry! it’s just- it’s too funny!” you wipe the lone tear that escapes your eye with the sleeves of your shirt. “look, just watch, okay?” satoru sighs, eyes trained on you. he watches your every move, how gently you started forming the clay into a shape of a mug and gently lifting it off of the machine. “tada!”

you proudly show off your masterpiece. satoru bogles it with wide eyes, astonished. “are you insane? how’d you do that on your first try?”

“i just am better at making pottery than you do.” you smugly say, handing your mug to the teacher who compliments your skills. “are you not going to try again?”

“no.” satoru says rather quickly. he stands up and goes to wash his hands. you follow behind him. “are you happy today?”

“yeah! though i really wanted to see you try again.” you giggled. “i can’t believe you couldn’t even form it into a mug!”

“if you say one more thing about that i will paint your mug an ugly color.” satoru threatens lightly, to which you immediately stop talking.

#kylin.writes #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru drabble #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo fanfic #satoru gojo drabble #gojo #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo fanfic #gojo drabble #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jujutsu kaisen drabble #jjk

[khytal]

light pollution

(script version + notes at the bottom:)

(Clay and Apollo are sitting on a grassy hill on a clear night)

Clay: It’s just not the real thing. Apollo (glancing at him): What’s not the real thing? Clay (pointing at the sky): I’ve seen it before, once. My dad and I went on a road trip a long time ago, and I got to see the real night sky. (He lowers his gaze) I thought it was unforgettable.

(Apollo waits for him to continue) Clay: It’s so weird--I can’t remember what it looked like anymore. Whenever I see the stars here, all I know is that it wasn’t like this. (Apollo turns his attention back up at the stars)

Apollo: No pictures? Clay: No pictures. Plenty of them online, taken by other people, but it’s just not the same y’know? Apollo (plucking a nearby dandelion): Mhm. (Clay falls back on the hill with a soft thump, and Apollo looks at him again) Clay: It’s terrifying.

Clay: We don’t really get to choose which memories will stick. If we could, I’d never forget how brilliant the sky was. I’d always see it with perfect clarity in my mind. Apollo (observing the dandelion): Memories are like this dandelion. What are you really thinking about? Clay (pauses): ...Will you remember me?

Apollo: What? That’s a stupid ques- Clay: I’m afraid, Apollo. My greatest fear is being forgotten. Just like my memory of the unfiltered cosmos, when I die, how long will I linger in the hearts of others, if at all? (Apollo scatters all but one of the dandelion seeds with a puff of air as he thinks) Clay: How long until you forget my face, the sound of my voice, the way I lived?

Apollo: Why are you assuming you’ll die before me? Clay: I’m a freaking astronaut in training, duh. Apollo (sighing): Fair enough. Apollo: I won’t forget you, Clay. Clay: Thanks, Apollo. Apollo: My memory of you will be as clear as the mud you were named after. Clay (sarcastic): Thanks, Apollo. Apollo (lightly): You know I’m only kidding.

Apollo: I don’t think you have to worry so much. We’ve got plenty of pictures and videos together, and at your insistence, no less. (He pauses, realization hitting) ....Oh. Clay (quietly): Yeah. Apollo: Hey, we’re still young. We have time. Clay: Mm.

Apollo: ...Why don’t we go on a road trip after we graduate? Clay: See the real night sky again? ...Sounds like fun.

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-in this comic the night sky is an analogy for memory (also represented by the color white), and light pollution is compared to the loss of it over time

-it’s not strongly implied but Apollo has seen the night sky as it should be, from when he was growing up, so he knows what Clay’s talking about

-the last seed on the dandelion represents Apollo’s memory of this flashback: it’s spotty, and he only clearly remembers the text in white (the rest he knows but not word for word)

-there is absolutely nothing in canon to support this exchange. Clay doesn’t talk about his mom at all here but I think that at some point after her death he comes to realize he can’t remember things about her, and it terrifies him. he’s not concerned with leaving any sort of legacy; he just doesn’t want to be forgotten the way his memories of his mother disappeared, so he starts taking tons of pictures/videos

-I thought it would be interesting to attempt to portray a quieter Clay--a more vulnerable side that he shows to very few people--so the memory doesn’t end with Clay instantly cheering up at Apollo’s suggestion (and whether or not he smiles when he closes his eyes is up to interpretation)

#apollo justice #clay terran #ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #khyt.art #head in my hands #hhhouuuhhhghgj okay #i don't really have anything to say it's all in the notes o(-<

[spooky-pomegranate]

Everyone Needs An Office Plant

Captain Price x Reader Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Price is reminded of you when an office plant catches his eye.

“John…”

Price stared at the little potted green plant on the windowsill. Its slender leaves stretched out of its clay pot and reached up toward the sun. It looked healthy and strong…

Strong?

Was that something people said about plants? Were they strong and weak? Or were they just healthy and sick? Price wasn’t sure. He never had much of a green thumb. It wasn’t like he kept plants… or at least he didn’t until you. He closed his eyes and tried to remember everything you’d said about them.

You’d barreled into his office, tossing open the door like you owned the place, and demanded his attention.

“Price… Priceeee,” you had whined. “John Price, will you look at me?”

Price looked up.

You had that look on your face; sweet but mischievous. You had a devilish smirk so vixen-like that if it weren’t for your hand, not so subtly hidden behind your back, Price would have thought you had come into his office looking to go another round with him.

“One week on this base and you think you can just break down the door to my office and demand my attention?”

“Yup,” you had smiled at him.

“And why’s that?” Price had said turning his attention back to the papers in his hand, like he couldn’t be bothered; when really he was trying his damndest to keep up the stoic Captain facade.

This had become a game between the two of you. Price played the role of a tough hard-nosed Captain always pressed for time and too busy for frivolous things like sex and you had cast yourself as the sweet little innocent recruit who just needed his help on the field… and in the bedroom. Price had enjoyed the role-play more than he’d expected. He’d already fucked you on the couch that morning after you’d teased him about needing one on one time at the shooting range. He could still taste you on his tongue.

“I brought you a present, Captain.”

Price could hear the smile in your voice and immediately set down his papers. The reports could wait. The strain growing in his pants could not.

“A present. For me?”

“Well, I looked all over this base for a handsome man to give it to but when I couldn’t find Gaz I thought of you.”

That mischievous grin of yours had grown even wider. Price tried to scowl out at you but you’d wiggle your eyebrows at him and you’d both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah yeah. I’m sure I’m second best. Come ‘ere. Let’s see what you’ve got, love.”

You came around Price’s desk and plopped yourself on his lap.

“It’s a cactus!”

Price stared down at the thing you’d put on his desk. It was small, no bigger than the stapler it sat next to; a strange color, the spines at its peak were an odd pinkish and purple; and Price thought it was overall a decidedly pretty ugly thing.

He was confused. What was he supposed to do with this?

“Love, why did you get me a cactus?”

“As much as I love this office…” you said getting up from his lap and walking toward the other side of his office. You dragged your fingers over the back of his leather couch and Price couldn’t help but think about the noises you’d made there this morning. The moaning and whimpering. The way you had called his name again and again as he’d tasted every inch of you.

Price’s pants were getting tighter.

“…I just thought it was missing something. Every office needs a plant.”

Price cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t have time to take care of plants. I’m not here often enough to water them.”

“I know that’s why I got you a cactus. It’s not like other plants. You don’t have to give it that much attention. Just don’t forget about it and water every once in a while. That’s all it needs. It's perfect for you,” you said circling back toward Price’s desk.

“I don’t know.”

You leaned over Price’s desk and picked up the tiny plant in your hands. He looked between you and the ugly little thing.

“Oh come on. I’ll teach you how to take care of it. Plus I can see it now you’ll be a good… plant daddy.”

Price couldn’t help but laugh. Ever since he brought you to his base you’d started showing this new side of yourself. This sweet and silly side. He’d seen small bits of it before. When you’d tease him or crack a small joke But now… you were like a flower, finally blooming into all of its glorious colors after a cold and rough winter. It made him love you even more.

“Come ‘ere,” Price said and you rounded his desk, settling back into his lap. His hands slid around your stomach and he pulled you close. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and Price planted a kiss against your neck.

“Price…” you sighed.

“Yeah, love.”

“I've gotta be honest with you. I didn’t get the cactus because I thought your office needed a plant.”

“No?” Price craned his neck to get a better look at you. You looked so pretty today.

“No,” you said shaking your head. “I got it so you’d look at it and think of me. I know you probably can’t have a picture of us together so I just thought…”

“I love it.”

“Yeah?!” you said excitedly, turning in Price’s arms and pressing your forehead against his.

“Yeah. I love it and I love you.”

A smile beamed across your face and Price’s heart skipped a beat. How could anyone be so beautiful, so perfect? You were so sweet to him.

“I love you too,” you said before pulling him in for a deep kiss.

Your hands slid up his stomach and over his chest. Price groaned quietly. He loved how you moved against him. No matter how many times he’d been on the receiving end of your delicate touch you never failed to ignite a fire in him. The flame swept over his body and Price pushed his tongue into your mouth. He needed more of you. He wanted more. You tasted sweet and sugary. His own hands found your waist and he rocked you forward, grinding you against his thighs.

“Thank you for the gift,” Price whispered in your ear. “But I don't need a cactus to be reminded of you. You're always on my mind.”

Your head rolled back and the softest whimper left your pretty pink lips. You always melted under his praises.

“My love, my girl, my everything.”

“John…”

“JOHN!”

“Mhmm,” Price hummed, still staring at the leafy green plant in the window.

“John, did you hear anything I just said?”

Price's eyes snapped from the green leafy plant to the woman who owned it. Laswell sat behind her desk impatiently tapping her pen against a stack of surveillance reports.

“Just repeat the end, Kate.”

Laswell sighed, tossing her pen against the nameplate on her desk.

“When was the last time you got any sleep, John?”

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#call of duty #captain price #captain john price #john price #cod #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2

[newtonsheffield]

Kate, honey, winning a match doesn't mean you can't be sad and insecure. You can. And you can talk about this with Anthony. He is there for you, ready to support you, no judgement. And wouldn't you do the same for him? You absolutely would. So do yourself a favour and talk to him. Let him take care of you. 🙏🏽

They are both so used to dealing with everything on their own (despite the fact that they do feel the support of their respective families) that they keep harbouring their true feelings. It is so easy for them to show love and trust and support towards other people. But it's like they don't believe they are worthy of being on the receiving end of such affections.

I think this is the nicest thing about where their relationship grows to. The fact that Kate can be in another country to Anthony and she has a day where she feels overwhelmed, or insecure, or stressed and the first person she calls is Anthony.

Some days she’s already got him on the phone when she leaves practice.

“Hey what’s up, Babe?”

Hearing his voice makes her want to cry sometimes. “I just um… sorry, you’re probably busy.”

“I’m not busy.” Anthony said firmly, “I’m never busy if you need me.”

Kate let out a shuddering breath, relaxing against the cushions of the sofa in her hotel room. “I just really needed to hear your voice today.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

Anthony was silent for a moment before he clicked his tongue, “Well, do you want to hear about how I’m now friends with the voice that lives in your fridge?”

Kate let out a watery chuckle, swiping at her tears. “I didn’t know my fridge had a voice.”

“It does! I’ve named her Pam. She’s ordered me a steak from M&S for tonight. Very excited about it.”

Kate took another deep breath, “I love you. I miss you. I fucking hate clay courts and my ankle still feels weird and I hate being photographed with Tom because they always try to start shit.”

She could hear Anthony rustling around before he cleared his throat, “Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

“You won’t be here for weeks.” It ached in her chest, the distance after being so used to seeing him every day.

“Well I just booked a train because it’s Friday, and I can come and spend the weekend and then come back here.”

Kate’s breath caught in her throat. “What?”

“Babe, France is… so close you can swim there. You want me there so I’m coming. I’ll just have to get Pam to cancel my steak.”

“I’ll buy you one when you get here.” Kate breathed, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” Anthony hummed, “Oh! We can go to Disneyland and take cute pictures together!”

Kate but back a smile, “Yeah we can. Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for. Stay in the phone with me while I pack and we can stay on the phone while we’re on the train. I’ve treated myself to business premiere. Very exciting.”

“Are you sure if it’s alright if I hear the conversation between you and your new girlfriend Pam?”

“Of course just cover your ears.”

#pumped up au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[multifanderwrites]

Clay Beresford x Autistic!Reader (Well… Technically, Writer) Head Canons (With NSFW)

[I think you all know this was inevitable. I warned y’all on my account that I would fall for Clay Beresford hard. 🥲 Probably why this one is so fucking long]

You meet him around a month after his incredibly traumatic heart transplant. Obviously, he and Samantha got a divorce.

For a while, Clay thought he could never find love again after giving everything he had to someone who didn’t really care for him.

That is, until he met you. It’s at the hospital, where you sometimes volunteer to take care of the younger patients.

You accidentally bump into Clay, who’s still working through his trust issues with the staff at the hospital.

That day, he’s a little irritable, but when he notices that you genuinely want to apologize for bumping into him… he offers you a light smile and introduces himself.

You’re very shy, not too used to long conversations or maintaining eye contact with strangers for such long periods of time… but you feel like you’re staring into the eyes of someone who’s been through a difficult situation in the recent past.

And, as fate would have it, so have you. In much less awful circumstances, but still traumatic.

It was a toxic friendship, and it ended only after you finally got away from them around that September. Like Clay did for Samantha, you gave this friend everything but you only got about half the sincerity and care in return.

You and Clay encounter each other the next day, and this time the conversation ends up being longer than the first. You two have a chat about your new favorite tv show- or, if you prefer, the whole country’s favorite new tv show- The Office! [leave me alone. I’m a sucker for it. I’m almost sure every adult in the United States was watching this show during its initial run. My parents were! I don’t know what to tell you]

The two of you start out as friends, but after a couple of weeks, you get closer to Clay. You let down your walls even more, and he lets down his.

Because of your internalized ableism, you fear that Clay will never look at you the same way if you tell him that you’re on the autism spectrum.

But he surprises you when you tell him that you are. He just says, “I’m glad you told me,” before he shows you the scar from his heart transplant surgery.

You listen to him describe his experience- you immediately despise his ex wife, Samantha, because not only are you jealous of her, but you’re also very angry that she put Clay through a year of lies. After he finishes the story, he cries. You hold him, and you cry too because of the fact that it went horribly wrong, when it really shouldn’t have!

But what’s done is done. And Clay is alive. But the pain still remains. Not just the physical pain, he has meds for that. There’s no medicine to fix a broken heart.

But when he’s with you… he feels so safe. And you feel safe with him too. But still, you have fears about him turning around and telling you that he doesn’t like you.

And yet, you two can’t seem to be apart for one day without spending time together. Whether it’s for an Office watch party, or just to take a walk around New York.

You have a dog named Zip. [Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen! I will never move on. That dog was everything to me] He’s a golden retriever, and he’s your best friend. Along with your roommate, but Zip is the best dog in the world. [hey, like in real life! 😩 I miss my dog!] Clay loves him, even if he sheds a lot, and has fish breath.

But that dog loves Clay right back.

If you’re being completely honest, that toxic friend was kind of indifferent to Zip. But not Clay. Clay always has a new dog toy to give to Zip.

“You’re going to spoil him!”, you say when he comes to your apartment to watch the premiere of The Office Season Four.

“That’s the plan,” Clay replies nonchalantly. “And besides, it was only five bucks.”

You’ve known Clay is rich. That’s not what bothers you. What bothers you is that he seems to spend so much money on dog toys! During one of the commercial breaks in the show, you ask him, “Why do you always buy dog toys for my dog? I’ve never asked that of you.”

He shrugs. “Well, I love Zip, and I love his owner too,” he says. Before you can even react, Clay takes your hand and kisses it softly. “You heard me. I love you.”

Tears prickle your eyes. You feel your cheeks heating up. You want to tell him that you feel exactly the same way… but no words come from your mouth. All the insecurities you’ve ever felt are coming back, but you don’t want them back.

Clay can tell when something is wrong and when you feel awful. Especially if you’re trying really hard to hide your tears. “Y/N, is everything okay?”, he asks softly.

“Yeah.”

“No,” he says, “there’s something wrong. You know you can talk to me.”

“I- I don’t know how to say it… other than I love you too.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

Zip comes over, so you start petting him. “I just… I don’t know how you could ever actually love me.”

Clay can’t help but scoff. “You’re kidding, right?” The look on your face tells him that no, you are a hundred percent serious. That breaks his still very new heart.

“Well, first off, you’re very beautiful,” he says as he cups one of your cheeks, “and secondly, you’re funny. And third… I feel like I could trust you with my life. And it’s still not easy for me to do that right now, but I really do trust you.” He takes a deep breath, pets Zip too. “Do you trust me, Y/N?”, he asks in that soft voice that gives you butterflies in your stomach.

Without hesitation, you nod. “Yes.” Zip is at your feet now. You look down and see that he’s got his head on Clay’s feet. “I think Zip loves you too.”

He smiles widely as he asks, “Is that true, buddy?” The dog sighs in response. Clay laughs. “Good boy.”

The commercial break ends. That point in The Office comes up: https://youtu.be/JF5HCUmINE4?si=YlzcY-2yZABy_i-n

You guys have to rewind it three times because you’re laughing so hard!

By the time the “Fun Run” scene happens, Clay has your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair. You’re both completely in love with each other, but not quite sure how to define your relationship now.

But as soon as the show is finished, Clay gives you an easy option: be his girlfriend. And you don’t deny him that very first kiss. It’s your first kiss. And you’re very happy that it’s Clay.

Your first date is actually in Central Park’s dog park. And yes, Zip comes along. But neither of you would have it any other way because you both love that dog so much. And Clay loves you so much. And you love him so much.

Your first proper date is at a fancy restaurant, and Clay has used his wealth to his advantage, making sure that the venue is sensory friendly and that you can eat as you please without worrying about encountering something that might make you uncomfortable.

Your second date ends at his old childhood home, which he inherited from his mother. She gave her heart to him so he could live, and you wish you could have met her because she sounded like an amazing mother.

But it’s here that Clay gives you his all, and where you give yourself up to him. It’s a bit scary at first, but Clay is as patient as can be. He’s gentle, and he very much understands how vulnerable this moment is for you.

But he surprises you once again because he praises your body, flaws and all. He doesn’t just praise you with words. No, he praises you with his actions. The one that takes your breath away is the act of kissing you where you two will eventually join your bodies together. It’s a long act, one that Clay draws out for at least an hour before he makes you come… quite hard.

He’s constantly glancing up at you while he eats you out, constantly speaking to you and taking care of you as he gently squeezes your thighs. “You’re so pretty.” You whine in response. “You are so pretty, sweetheart.” You whimper and shake your head, but before you can even protest… he gives you even more affectionate and passionate affirmations. You can’t form words to express your feelings of self doubt because you’re just feeling so, so good… and it’s all because of Clay Beresford’s mouth.

By the time you’ve come down from that orgasm, you speak. And the words make your boyfriend sad. “I’m not pretty.”

He’s just finished washing his mouth [because safe sex] when you tell him this.

Clay’s heart nearly stops. If it had been the one he was born with, he’s sure he’d have dropped dead as a result of hearing you say such a thing about yourself. But thank goodness he has his mother’s incredibly strong heart. It doesn’t hurt any less, of course, because the fact remains: you don’t think you’re pretty.

“Y/N, you are very beautiful,” he says as he walks over to you and takes your face in his hands. “You hear me?” You can’t help but take your eyes away from his because you feel so overwhelmed by the sincerity of his words. “Come on, baby. Look at me.” When you do, he kisses your forehead and tells you, “I know you’re struggling right now, but I want to help you. So, just for tonight, I want you to pretend that you know you’re the most beautiful woman alive. And I know it’s not gonna be easy, but I believe in you. And I’m gonna make sure you feel so good, okay?”

You find yourself nodding, even though a part of you is still in doubt about what he’s saying. Not the feeling good part, obviously. He already proved himself to be very, very skilled at making you feel good. It’s you who’s worried that you won’t make him feel good. “Clay?”

“What, my love?”, he asks softly.

You’re terrified to ask it, but you do it anyway. “What if you don’t like fucking me?”

He frowns and shakes his head, tells you, “I’m not fucking you, I’m making love to you, sweetheart.”

“But what if you don’t like it?”

Clay is already so protective of you- to be fair, he was protective of you when he first heard about that terribly toxic friend- and he doesn’t like that you’re feeling so insecure right now. “Come here, Y/N,” he whispers softly as he pulls you into a very tight hug. “I love you so much. You’re so important to me. And I’m never leaving. I think I fell for you when we first bumped into each other, you know? I know it’s only been a couple of months, but… I feel like I could trust you more than anything right now.” He pulls back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He lingers close to your lips, his eyes closing as he adds, “Which is why I’m taking this step with you right now. And you can back out at any time, Y/N. Or if you need to take a break, that’s okay too. Just remember that I love you, and that I will always love you.”

It’s that kind of sentiment that makes you wonder if Clay is a real human being… and that reminds you of how lucky you are. You trust him with everything, and you are sure that he’s going to make your first time wonderful for you. You can’t help bursting into tears because of how emotionally overwhelming this revelation is, and he holds you in his arms while you cry.

When you’re calm enough, the passionate but gentle love making starts. Clay whispers sweet nothings in your ear, kissing your skin as he moves his hips back and forth between your legs. You’re shy, quiet… but you’re certainly enjoying yourself and feeling very loved by this man. This beautiful man, who has gone through terrible trauma, is trusting you to never judge him or abandon him. And you are doing the same for him. This man adores you, a woman on the autism spectrum with a strong love for The Office. He loves you, and your dog. He loves you, flaws and all. And you love him right back.

After you’ve both been physically and emotionally satisfied, you clean up from the sexual encounter before Clay takes you back to your place. He ends up staying with you the entire night because he loves after sex cuddles. They’re absolutely a must in a relationship, and that’s another sign that you’re so lucky. This man adores spending every single second with you.

Your morning routine starts early since you have to feed Zip, then take him out to the bathroom, then get ready for the day. The night after your incredible date with Clay, this routine starts as usual. But before you can do step three, you find Clay in the kitchen. Of course he made breakfast for you. Classic perfect boyfriend move. But it’s honest, and it’s a weekend.

You actually have the apartment to yourself, and Clay stays with you and Zip. And there’s a new episode of The Office. It’s just so perfect. It’s just you, your dog and your boyfriend. A tiny little family.

And you end up moving to his place after the seventh date. THE SEVENTH DATE!

You celebrate with pizza, watching the newest of The Office… and it might just be the best episode yet. https://youtu.be/OdJvARPclnU?si=Qi2Lw6sNg1BpPTqA

After taking care of Zip for the night, the celebration continues. You and Clay dance together in his living room, then immediately begin to make out on the couch. Clay loves giving you hickeys. He’s really good at putting them in places where not many people can see them. But tonight, he gives you a hickey that he hopes you’ll never stop looking at in the mirror.

The make out is quickly followed by a long night of love making. Clay’s a bit feral tonight, but he’s just as gentle as usual. Still, he’s practically starving for you and your body. He loves going down on you, usually does that before the actual penetrative act happens. Tonight, he takes it really seriously because of how excited he is to spend the night with you.

You end up making love until midnight. It’s so much more intimate than the last few times you guys made love. And, no surprise to you, it’s far more emotional. Perhaps it’s because of the way Clay holds you, and the way he talks to you. But you just feel so good and safe and loved by him, especially when he whispers in your ear, “Who’s my special girl?”

Usually, when you hear that word, you cringe. But when Clay says it… it makes your heart get all warm and fuzzy. The way he says it doesn’t make you feel like a burden. “Me,” you say softly.

“Yes. That’s right. You,” he says in that soft, dark tone. “And don’t ever forget it, sweetheart,” he tells you as he begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts. You hold onto him tightly as you feel your body getting more tense, your mind getting hazier by the second because of how good he’s making you feel. He can feel you getting tighter around him now, and he starts to encourage you to let go. “That’s right. Come on, baby. Come for me. I wanna feel you coming. I can feel you. You’re so close. Come on, Y/N-“

You both have an orgasm at the exact same time. It’s never happened before… but it excites you both, and it definitely further proves your mutual love for each other.

If you ever get overstimulated by the loud sounds of the Big Apple, Clay is understanding. He helps you get through the rough period, making sure you can navigate through the chaos. Sometimes, he overdoes it but he’s learning.

[I definitely need to make a part two. But what do you think? Was it… okay? I also intend to make an SFW version because yeah]

#Youtube #fanfiction #clay beresford smut #clay beresford x reader #clay beresford #autistic!reader #the office #hayden christensen #awake 2007 #Clay Beresford x autistic!reader #headcanons #I intend to make an SFW version of this in the future #but enjoy this for now #Clay Beresford fluff #fluffy smut #anakin skywalker #clay beresford x you

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 4

Phic Phight Phic! @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Ughh,” said Danny, falling onto Clockwork’s couch.  

Yes.  Danny.  Despite Jazz lying to him a lot, the name had grown on him.  She wasn’t bad.  Just.  Bad at lying.  And sort of… constantly suspicious.  And definitely not his mother.  He was pretty sure she cared about him.  No one who didn’t care about him would push schoolwork that hard.  

Unless she’d been trying to harvest his brain.  

Yeah, he’d sort of decided that wasn’t what was going on by the end of the second day.  It was still kind of fun to say.  Jazz’s face had made some very funny movements when he brought it up.  It was kind of… endearing.  Yeah.  

“Hello, Daniel,” said Clockwork.  “I take it you had a good time with Miss Jasmine.”

“It was… A time.  I think she did know me before.  She had a lot of funny stories from when I was a kid.  And she had a really nice bedroom for me.  They do their own decorating, right?”

“They acquired and furnished the homes you will be staying in from their own resources, but they may have hired decorators.”

“Okay.  She had very strong opinions about schoolwork.”

“You will find that many of your potential guardians have strong feelings regarding your education.”

“Great,” said Danny.  He rubbed his face.  “Now what?  Do I just jump right into the next one, or do I get, like, a grace period or something?”

“You can take as long to recover from your experience as you’d like.”  He sounded amused.  “You don’t need to push yourself.”

“Mhm,” said Danny.  He stared up at the ceiling.  “Can I see the list again?”

Clockwork set the folder gently down on his lap.  

“Thanks,” said Danny, opening the folder.  “I was thinking about going to the other extreme this time around.  The oldest.  Which page are they?”

“Green,” said Clockwork.  

Danny looked up.  Clockwork’s tone had seemed… off.  But his expression wasn’t any different.  What Danny could see of it, anyway.  He’d turned slightly away, so he only saw the edge of his face.  

He looked back at the manilla folder and the green piece of paper.  

“So,” he said, “ do you know this… Oculus and Orbis?  Those are kind of weird names.  Maybe not too weird for ghosts, though.  Oculus and Orbis.  Eye… and also eye.  Wow.  Wonder if I’m going from someone who wants to steal my brains to someone who wants to steal my eyes.”

“They won’t try to steal your eyes.”

That sounded unconvincing in the extreme.  

“Are you sure?”

“Relatively so.”  That actually sounded rather threatening.  Danny gave him another look, but, again, he seemed fine.  Mostly fine.  

“So…  Married couple.  That’s different.  Maybe they’ll be more like grandparents?  Interests… Coloring.  I guess they mean, like, adult coloring books?  That’s pretty cool, I didn’t mind drawing at Jazz’s.  Watching…  I think they must have left something off here, it just says watching.  Watching… Sunsets?  TV?  Movies?”

“You will have to wait and see,” said Clockwork as he adjusted a painting on the wall.  It was of something generic and pastoral, but it was nice.  

“And… ew.  Astrology.  Do they really like astrology?”

“I can only refer you back to the information sheet.”

“Okay,” said Danny.  “Fortune telling isn’t real, right?”

“It depends on your point of view.”

“You can time travel, right?”

“That is within my powerset, yes.”

“Huh,” said Danny.  “So, you could see the future.”

“I could,” said Clockwork.  “To some degree.”

“So, you already know who I will pick.”

“Not exactly,” said Clockwork.  “Time follows a somewhat more complicated path than that of an arrow.”

“An arrow’s path doesn’t have to be simple, anyway.  It bends, because of gravity.  Unless you’re in space.”

“Indeed.  Have you eaten dinner?”

“Not yet,” said Danny.  “But shouldn’t you already know that?”

“It is polite to ask.”

.

Danny laid awake in bed.  He missed the stars in the bedroom he had at Jazz’s.  The blankets were comfier here, though.  And there were more pillows.  Tradeoffs.  He still hadn’t asked Clockwork if he’d done his own decorating.  

Yeah.  It wasn’t at all bad here.  But he wondered if he had, maybe, acted too quickly with leaving Jazz.  

It was a little too late to doubt his decision, though.  He couldn't undo it.  Not without Clockwork cooperating.  He didn't really want to undo it, anyway.  There were all the other people to visit and figure out and whatever.  

Hopefully, by the end, he'd be able to figure out enough to understand himself. 

He held his hand up over his head, fingers splayed, and tried to reach for the spark of transformation that Jazz swore up and down existed.  Nothing happened.

He sighed and rolled over in bed.  He'd think about it in the morning.  Or never.  Never sounded good. 

.

Danny bounced down the stairs two at a time.  “Breakfast?” he asked, hopefully.  

“Potatoes o'brien with gravy and eggs,” said Clockwork.  “I must confess, I’m surprised you aren’t flying down the stairs.”

“Haven’t really figured it out properly yet,” said Danny, throwing himself into a chair.  “I kept trying at Jazz’s, but I kept running into the walls and ceiling and stuff.  And where would I fly to, anyway?”

“I see,” said Clockwork, sounding vaguely amused.  

“Not what you expected of me, huh?”

“Not particularly.”

“Well, that’s just what happens when you erase someone’s memory and throw them into weird situations with redheads that are a little too obsessed with brain surgery.”

Clockwork’s answering hum was definitely amused.

“Would you like juice with your breakfast?”

“Do you have hot chocolate?” asked Danny.  “With whipped cream?”

“I do,” said Clockwork.  “Would you like some?”

“Please.”

Clockwork pulled an enameled teakettle from one of the cabinets and set it on the stovetop.  The enamel was purple, of course.  

“Are you still set on visiting Oculus and Orbis next?”

“I mean, I’d have to visit them eventually, anyway, right?  That’s the rule, isn’t it?”

“Technically speaking, no.  If you feel a strong enough connection with one of the candidates, you can forgo meeting the rest of them.”

“Wow,” said Danny.  “You really don’t like them.”

“I do not want my feelings to influence you.”

“That’s not a denial.”

Clockwork set the plate down in front of Danny.  “I do not want my feelings to influence you, negative or positive.”

“Sure,” said Danny.  He started to shove food in his mouth.  “So, Jazz told me something weird when I was over there.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.  Something about me being half ghost.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Yes?  Yes?  You mean that’s a real thing?”

“To some degree, yes,” said Clockwork.

“What does that mean?”

“You have a variety of extremely rare abilities,” said Clockwork.  “Whether those are the results of being half ghost, part human, a superb but singular transformation ability, or something else… That is a matter for debate.”

“Okay, so, transformation.  How?”

“Alas, for all that I can see, I cannot see into your mind.  I do not know how your transformations felt to you, nor how you accomplished them.”

“Oh,” said Danny, pushing around a stray piece of egg on his plate.  That was unhelpful, but he supposed it made sense.  “There’s not anything going on like, um, you’re keeping me from transforming on purpose?  Like how you said you’ve changed my appearance.”

“No,” said Clockwork.  

“Okay,” said Danny.  He scraped together the last of the potatoes.  “I’m going to go get ready before I go.  I’m still going to Oculus and Orbis.”

“Mm,” said Clockwork.  

Yeah, Danny could definitely tell Clockwork didn’t like those two.  This would probably be short, compared to his stay with Jazz.  He went upstairs and brushed his teeth before changing.  Jazz had gotten on his case about that more than once.  

What to wear today… hm…  He flipped through his closet.  Hm.  How about the skirt…  It was a nice silvery green.  And what to go on top?  That jacket was about the same length as the shirt.  And, hm, he didn’t feel like going pants-less… Or stockings.  Maybe capris?  He could do capris.  Those were cool.  Then he could show off the socks Jazz had given him.  

Were those here?  He looked through the sock drawer.  They were.  Huh.  

He really wished Jazz had been honest with him.  He really did.  And maybe a little bit less crazy about school.  Because he was absolutely sure that what she’d had him doing was over and above what schools would do.  

He pulled on his solar system socks.  

Okay.  He was ready.  

He went downstairs.  “I’m ready.”

“I see that,” said Clockwork.  “Your socks are very nice.”

“Oh, thanks!”  

Clockwork tilted his staff to the side and a portal formed.  “As before, press the button when you are ready to return.”

Danny nodded and stepped through.  Once the blue rush of the portal cleared from his ears and eyes, he found himself in a massive marble foyer.  Circular decorations in black and gold were inset in the stone.  Waiting in the center, holding on to each other’s elbows, were the strangest couple Danny had ever seen.  

Well, they were the only couple Danny had ever seen.  They were tall, robed in rich fabrics trimmed in gold and black.  Their skin was a textured, vivid green, and they were totally bald.  Well.  They were wearing wigs, but they were very obviously wigs.  One wig was blonde and long, the other was silver and short.  Both of them covered their eyes.  One was also wearing a long skirt and delicate jewelry.  The other wore bulky jewelry, gloves, and some sort of black sheath over its tail.  

“Phantom,” they said, simultaneously, spreading their arms wide. 

“My dear,” said the one in the skirt in a surprisingly high-pitched voice, “it is so good to see you again.”

“You haven’t had any problems with the riff-raff harassing us with this ludicrous custody dispute, have you, son?” asked the other, in a surprisingly low-pitched voice.  

“No?” said Danny, dodging a hug.  “I haven’t had any trouble.”

“Excellent news!  But now you’re back with us,” said the deep-voiced and vaguely masculine one.  “So you don’t need to worry about it anymore.  All our worries are over.  From now on, we have all our days ahead of us, full of joy and light!”

Danny… was pretty sure that last sentence didn’t make sense.  

“Yes, yes,” said the higher-pitched one.  “We will care for you now and forever.  Your days will be filled with the luxury you so richly deserve.”

“Luxury, huh?”

“Of course, love,” said the high-pitched one.  “Luxury, beyond the dreams of the masses.  Not your dreams, of course.”

“Um,” said Danny.  

“The best foods, the best clothes, the best games–  Everything those other fools would deny you!”

Danny had the distinct sense he was being bribed.  

“Okay,” he said, “but, um, what are your names?”

They looked at each other.  “I am Oculus,” said the low-pitched one.  

“I am Orbis,” said the high-pitched one.  

“Right,” said Danny.  “And who is Phantom?  Is that some kind of ghost pet name?”

“It is your name,” said Orbis.  

“Oh,” said Danny.

“Did Clockwork not tell you?”

“He told me my name is Daniel.”

“Hm,” said Orbis.  

“Hm,” said Oculus.  “Be that as it may, your name is most certainly Phantom.  You have no other.”

Yeah.  Danny wasn’t buying that.  

“Okay,” he said, out loud.  “So, um, how do I know you guys?”

“Well,” said Orbis, sniffing slightly, “we rescued you from those awful ghost hunters, didn’t we?  They treated you so terribly, we couldn’t help but intervene, and then, well, we fell in love with you.  Who couldn’t?”  They started laughing.  The laughter went on for… a while.  

Danny smiled tightly and nodded.  

“But enough of that!” said Oculus.  “We must give you the grand tour!  Show you all the things that are now, and will forever be, yours!”

What followed was a lengthy hike through an absolutely enormous, almost castle-like mansion.  There was so much stuff.  So many things.  Toys, furniture, games, computers, decorations, flowers, perfumes, food.  It was dizzying.  

“And,” said Oculus, gesturing grandly at a set of rooms larger than Jazz’s entire place, “these are your rooms!  There’s an ensuite - with a pool of course - and your favorite video games, and we can’t forget your mini-kitchen, completely stocked–”

Danny sort of tuned them out as they went down the list of things in the rooms, eyes sliding over various accouterments and accommodations.  It was all very nice.  But it was also, somehow, empty.  

Well, the stuff was cool.  He didn’t understand what was going on with the people, but… He could stay here a few days.  

.

Danny wandered the frankly enormous house, looking for his supposed guardians.  He was pretty sure it was in the middle of afternoon, and he had yet to see them.  This, he thought, was not conducive to actually getting to know them.  

So, he was searching as methodically as he could, given the nonsensical layout.  There was a swimming pool in the middle of a ring of kitchens, for goodness sake.  There was a library in the basement.  

But finally, he did it.  

“Uh,” said Danny.  He was pretty sure this one was Orbis.  Long haired wig, light jewelry.  Yep.  “Orbis?”

They didn’t turn around.  

“Orbis?” he repeated.  He came close me.  “Excuse me?  Orbis?”  He tapped their shoulder.  They jumped about a foot.  

“Goodness, child!  Why didn’t you say something if you wanted my attention.”

“I… did,” said Danny.  “Are you not Orbis?”

“I,” said the ghost.  “Yes.”

The other ghost glided into the room.  “Did I hear someone calling me?” they asked.  They were dressed identically to the first.  

Danny looked between the two of them as they started gesturing emphatically at each other.  He knew that ghosts could be weird, and there were a number of different lifestyles that could result in… whatever this was… but he sort of didn’t think that was what was going on.  Actually, he didn’t–  Were these ghosts shorter than they were yesterday?  He hadn’t been paying all that much attention to their dimensions…

The gesture battle they were having, as if they thought he couldn’t see them, was definitely suspicious.  Was there a ghost version of sign language?

Yeah, this was escalating.  He edged closer to the arguing ghosts.  He was about to do something that could be considered socially crass, but…

His hand flashed out and grabbed the wig of the nearest ghost.  He pulled it loose.

Without the wig, the ghost was completely bald.  They were also obviously one-eyed.  They turned to stare at him, that one, huge, eye wide and alarmed.  

Now, Danny didn’t remember all that much, but he knew who the Observants were.  

“Yeah,” he said, grabbing the pocketwatch.  “I’m out.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

[gabessquishytum]

I’ve got another one!

alright this is me totally projecting here (hearing loss anon what what)

alright so….

human AU Dream does not make conversation, he doesn’t speak to people in crowded or noisy areas, it is very hard for him to keep a conversation if he’s forced to have one, he can’t socialise very well, and occasionally it’s hard for people to understand his speech.

Dream’s hard of hearing. He’s given up on having conversations with people because it’s so hard to hear them. His family won’t help him cause they just think he’s quiet he’s very disconnected from people. He’s never been treated and it’s only gotten progressively worse, it’s also why he got into art and not musical instruments like his other siblings. one day in the art room he hears something. it’s very far away “hi… hello?” It’s probably half way across the room.

“I’m Hob mind if I sit?”

there’s movement in his peripheral. he looks up. a man is smiling down at him. Assumedly the same man who asked him to sit down. he merely nods, no need to make conversation. “I'm new here is this sculpting?”

Shit a question, with missing information ok context clues, he’s never seen him before, probably new and wants to know what class this is. “You are in sculpture,”

“Thanks mate”

this Hob starts starts messing with a mound of clay talking the whole time Dream couldn’t understand him it didn’t matter.

“how’s your day?”

“satisfactory”

“I’m sorry, I asked what your name was?”

Dream blushed, he had fucked up again

“it’s uh Dream,”

“pretty”

dream nodded.

“you don’t talk much do you?”

shit shit shit Damnit fuck shit, Dreams gotta lip read. He looks up at Hob locking eyes with his lips.

dream stares at hob’s lips for a normal amount of time and nods when he thinks is appropriate and hopes Hob doesn’t ask a question it’s all going so well till….

“oh, you can’t hear me,” Hob says in the middle of his sentence so he scoots a little closer and raises his voice a little louder and enunciates more clearly, but not in a patronizing way just so Dream could understand.

“I’m afraid I cannot, how could you tell?” Dream asked.

hob chuckles, “you’re leaning towards me with one ear pointing at me which I’m assuming is your better ear and you’ve been squinting at my lips for the past ten minutes,”

Dream blushes.

“my sister’s deaf I pick up on things,”

so dream and hob keep talking, well hob does most of the talking but dream doesn’t mind, until hob stops.

“I’ll give you a break, you probably got listening fatigue,”

and he was right Dream was beginning to feel the affects of listening fatigue until Hob did something with his hand.

“what was that?”

“sign language, you don’t know sign?”

“no, I make do with what I have,”

“can I teach you?”

Dream of course leans in for a kiss.

“teach dream! Teach!”

they both laugh it off, he does however get that kiss later.

soon dream is proficient in sign language and is good friends with Hob’s sister. He seems happier and more outgoing. and in a couple years down the road…

dream and hob will sign their wedding vows.

-🦎

AHHHHHH HoH Dream!!!!! This is just so wonderful and beautiful and I love it. Obviously hate the idea of Dream not having any means to communicate because no one has helped him learn to sign, but Hob!!!!! Hob’s gonna teach him!!!!!!! AND kiss him.

Not being d/Deaf myself, I won't add too much onto this except to say that I love it, and I know I'm going to be thinking about it for a long time. Especially them signing their wedding vows. Yes!!!! Please!!!!!

#🦎 anon #the sandman #dreamling

[kitybur]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? | 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩

⌦ in which sapnap asks dream about crushes, but instead gets an answer from you, the said crush.

— warnings: pronouns not mentioned, best friends to lovers, use of real name

| “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.” |

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

it was a casual afternoon. well, as casual as it could get since your best friend, dream, had face revealed. you were on a discord call with him, getting ready to stream in the next minutes. dream had been talking about how he felt with the word seeing him, and now nerve wracking it was.

“—and the filming process! oh my god! it’s so weird to be in front of the camera!” you laughed when he did — his laugh was very contagious. it was even more funny as he had his face cam on, you could see his head titling back as his mouth hung open slightly when a wheeze past his lips.

“dream! stop!” you choked out, hand almost slapping your desk in a fit of giggles. “how are you feeling now that you’re really out there?” you still kept the playful tone, but he knew there was some seriousness in it.

“i’m hoping to film irl content now, and hoping you could maybe fly out to film something.” he smirked at his camera. if you were a random person listening to this conversation, you would’ve thought he was hinting something suggestive.

“that would be amazing!” you smiled brightly. “when we’re you—”

“hey, clay?” you we’re cut off by a male voice. your other best friend (and potential crush), sapnap, had entered dream’s recording room with a small knock. his purple balenciaga hoodie hanging off him slightly and his black shorts holding his thighs.

dream turned around to face sapnap, not turning off his camera or muting his mic, figuring he was just going to ask what was for dinner. “what’s up?”

you stayed silent as you watched the two boys on your screen, chin rested on the palm of your hand. you watched sapnap remove his black cap, run his fingers through his hair, and put it back on.

he let out a sigh. “how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” dream’s eyes widened at the question. of course, he’s talked about love and crushes with some of his friends, but it wasn’t with sapnap. this was the first he’s heard sapnap talk to passionately about something involving love.

you let out a silent laugh at how clueless dream was. you cleared your throat. “well sapnap, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to—” your voice trailed off when you noticed sapnap’s eyes staring into yours and pink dusted on his cheeks like paint.

he held an adorable smile, that could almost turn into a smirk if he moved his lips a certain way.

“why are you looking at me like that?” dream had let out another wheeze, clenching his hand over his clothed heart. he wipes a tear that had escaped his eye.

“i think you guys have some things to talk about.” he turns to sapnap. “maybe y/n could teach you a thing or two about having a crush.”

“yeah, maybe.” while he was still slightly embarrassed, sapnap managed to send a decent wink to the camera. he smirked in victory as the tips of your ears became red.

“you know, clay. nick might learn better if it was in person. i think i’ll take your offer.”

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“hi, chat! how are we today?” you adjust yourself on your spiny chair, eyes glancing over chat.

HI Y/N

how r u

ARE YOU BLUSHING???

THE Y/N BLUSHING!?

“chat! no! please—” you shoved for face in your hands, shaking your head. it only popped up when your donation sound effect ran through your headphones.

sapnap donated $4.20

see you soon, sweetheart :>

“oh sweet jesus.”

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a/n: very ugly fic, but i haven’t posted in a month :(( part two?????

#mcyt imagine #dsmp #mcytumblr #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #sapnap imagine #sapnap x reader #dream team #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader

[leviathanspain]

omg fingers crossed you're gonna write for tom

white mustang

tom wambsgans x reader

synopsis: a girl gets what a girl wants

a/n: this was already in the drafts, so i’m posting it under this as a ‘thank you’ , also yes this is named after the lana song

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“uh, sir?” your knuckle graced the wood of the door in a simple knock. you were holding a stack of papers that greg had given you to deliver to tom. since your hiring, you had basically become greg’s assistant, becoming the third in their twisted duo.

tom barely even glanced before he had waved you in. you walked over to his desk, and let the papers flop on the table. you watched them spill over onto his paper, where his pen was furiously writing away.

heaviness hung in the air and tom scoffed, “hmm drop something?” there was always a slight condescending tone in his voice, and this was no different.

perhaps you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. the attitude rolled right off you. you leaned back, but still heavy in his face, crossing your arms, “no, i don’t think so.”

tom wanted to laugh a bit more. but he set his pen down, opting to assess this as nothing but his assistant getting mouthy.

“you don’t think so? when i’m staring at this stack of bullshit paperwork in front of me.” his brow was creased, and his tone with nothing short of serious.

your top lip pulled slightly to the left, “is it any different from the other bullshit stacks of paperwork that are already here?” you pointed to the other stacks, and tom laughed.

“i should’ve made you the office maid instead..” tom muttered, not as upset as he was annoyed. he brought his hand to his mouth, perhaps to cover up the thousand curses he wanted to throw at you.

“oh yeah?” you stared down at him, hand resting on top of another bullshit stack.

“considering how desperate you were in your interview,” tom’s lip tugged to a slight smile, “you would’ve done anything. if we asked.”

a weak laugh fell from your mouth, just as you circled over to his side of the desk. you rested your ass on top of the wood, thighs just level to his waist.

he remained in his chair, although he turned it out towards you.

“and if you could ask me to do anything,” you cleared your throat, “what would you ask me to do, sir?” you bit your lip slightly, letting your tooth hang onto the flesh as your eyes bore into his. you tilted your head just as your voice hitched on the question.

god, he had you like clay in his hand. he could feel the tent in his pants from the moment you walked in. that’s how it always was, he was obsessed with you, your attitude, the little snide comments.

tom felt his mouth go dry, but he still spoke, “to sit on my fucking face.” he chuckled slightly, “i’d have you sit on my face and ride it until you scream my name.” he shrugged, “but that’s only if you’d do anything we ask, right?”

you shrugged, “i do as i please.” you let your leg hit his, bumping it just as you pulled it back, “im sorry.”

tom watched your leg move back into position. he watched as your hand went up your knee, to your waist, stopping just at the top of your skirt. he stared, entranced with the way you moved, like a slinky.

“come here.” he flicked two fingers, beckoning you forward. his voice was husky, almost seductive.

you hesitated slightly, there was no one here. you had to remind yourself. having been used to always having eyes on you. but it was just you and tom. but you gripped his shoulder tightly, letting yourself be seated in his lap.

you crossed your legs politely, feeling his hard cock just under you. you giggled slightly, not shocked at his excitement.

“what’s funny?” tom raised his eyebrows, and you felt a hand grip your ass tightly.

“nothing!” you smirked, “besides your hard cock poking me- nothing.” you pushed into him and tom gasped slightly, laughing awkwardly.

“oh don’t be surprised. men, right?” you wrapped a hand around his neck, “always so easy..” you spoke, “you’d fuck anything, wouldn’t you?”

tom nodded, closing his eyes slightly.

“look at me,” the hand on his neck grabbed his jaw, pulling it close to you, “and use your words.” there was an authoritative whisper in your voice, but he chose to ignore it until he gave in.

tom did as you said, opening his eyes to look into yours, “i would fuck anything.” you pushed into him a little more, just to feel him squirm. he groaned softly, and your nails dug into his jaw, “you want to? hmm-“ a hand reached down to his belt and tom laughed softly, “careful..”

just as he spoke, the door opened.

fuck.

“oh my god.” it was greg’s voice. his large frame stood in the doorway and you cringed immediately at the entire situation.

he had walked in on you sitting in tom’s lap, making him beg to fuck you.

you stood up, clearing your throat as you did so. you stared at your other boss, and raised an eyebrow, “need something?”

greg, still in disbelief, scoffed. “yeah i- i thought you walked out or something after taking so long but clearly-“ he cut himself off with a laugh, “you’re moving up!”

tom laughed slightly, panic evident in it. but you smiled calmly. you’ve seen shit go down at the company, and you and tom wouldn’t be anything to worry about.

“i better after this.” you winked at greg, hand on the door handle, you turned to look at tom, who was too busy thinking. thinking of what, who knew, but you hoped it was who’s office you’d take.

maybe taking risks did help.

#tom wambsgans #tom wambsgans x reader #succession #tom wambsgans angst #tom wambsgans smut #succession fanfic #succession x reader #succession hbo #roman roy x reader #kendall roy x reader

[harlowcomehome]

You’re my daddy, not his! :

Requested by my 💛 anon.

You and Jack were rushing around the house, trying to make sure that you had baby-proofed everything you needed to for safety measures.

You had already done this because of your own kids but you wanted to make extra sure your company was safe.

“I forgot what it was like to have a small baby around” Jack laughed.

Hazel was already nine and Jade was going to be four.

“I think we both did way too much but better safe than sorry” you shrugged. “Sandra said she’d be here in about an hour.”

“So in two hours then?” Jack teased.

Sandra was a friend of both of you, Jack had met her through the label and her oldest child had a lot of play dates with Hazel when they were younger. Her oldest, named Lordes was six and then Sandra just had another baby a couple months ago, so you and Jack invited her over for one of your family barbecues so everyone could meet her new addition.

“Clay said he’d be here in about fifteen minutes to start grilling” Jack smiled and you nodded.

“You know you’re capable of grilling too right?” You teased.

“Clay does it better though” he smiled, and he wasn’t wrong.

You clicked your tongue at him, shaking your head as you handed him the food that would need to be grilled.

“Daddy, can you set up the sprinkler? Please?” Hazel asked impatiently as she already had her bathing suit on.

Jade walked over to you, “I don’t wanna play in the sprinkler, I tired.” She yawned and you picked her up, resting her as best you could on your hip.

“Do you wanna take a nap? Your uncles and aunties will be here soon” you reminded her as you knew she wouldn’t remember.

“Small one” she yawned and you walked her to her room.

“Let me know if you need anything” You pushed her curls out of her face and kissed her on the forehead before quietly leaving her room.

Shortly after you left her room Clay, Urban, and Copelan showed up. “Hey, guys!” You walked over and gave them all a hug and let them know Jack was in the backyard with Hazel.

“Need help with anything?” Copelan asked you before you assured him you were fine and he joined everyone else.

Your house started to fill up with all the usual family and friends it always did, and then finally Sandra showed up. Jack was right, she was always fashionably late but you didn’t mind it.

Jade had just woken up from her nap and decided to join her sister and cousins in the backyard.

“Oh my gosh! Sandra!” You hugged her and greeted Lordes before asking to hold her new baby boy.

“Of course! Gives my arms a rest” Sandra smiled.

Jack walked inside and assured her the food was ready and to let loose and relax. She knew everyone there anyway.

You sat down on the couch, admiring the baby. “Hi Santiago, I’m y/n. I’m so glad your mommy could make it today so I could finally meet you” you whispered.

Jack sat beside you, admiring how beautiful you looked holding four-month-old Santiago.

“He’s so little” you hummed, smiling at the baby.

“He’s adorable too” Jack responded.

“Do you wanna hold him?” You looked up at Jack. He eagerly nodded, taking him from you as softly as possible.

You smiled at your husband, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the days when your babies were tiny. He had such strong paternal instincts and you found it incredibly attractive.

Santiago cooed and made small mumbling sounds but he was asleep for the most part.

“Don’t look at me like that” he half chuckled as he looked up and into your eyes.

“Why? You might mess around and give me another?” You winked and he just smiled and shook his head.

“Sometimes I think about it”’ he admitted, “but not for long, two is more than enough.”

Jack never forgot your difficult birth with Jade, and obviously you didn’t either. It traumatized you both.

“Does it make you sad that we never had a son?” You looked down at Santiago, with tears in your eyes.

“Never, I have my girls and that’s all that I need” he hummed, leaning over safely to kiss you. “You three keep me on my toes enough as it is” he laughed.

Hazel and Jade walked in quietly, “can we see the baby?” Hazel asked excitedly but Jade was more reserved.

You noticed Jade looking at Jack intensely. “Why’s daddy holding that baby?” Jade asked you, as she crawled into your lap. She was still watching her dads every move.

“This is Santiago” Jack showed both the girls but Jade remained uninterested.

“He’s so cute” Hazel giggled as she sat between both you and Jack.

“Not cute,” Jade said with a huff, “Bald.”

“Jade!” Hazel gasped.

“Don’t know why daddy is holding a baby that’s not his baby” She scooted off your lap and went and sat on the arm of the couch next to Jack.

“You don’t need to hold him” she scolded, wagging her finger at him.

You realized what was going on here and wanted to giggle but you felt genuinely bad for Jade. When Jade was born Hazel had to learn to share her parents but Jade never had that experience.

“Jade, it’s okay. Daddy is just holding him while Sandra eats” You tried to calm her emotions.

Jack wanted to comfort her, but his hands were full.

“What’s wrong with her?” Hazel whispered to you.

“Remember when Jade was born and you had to share Daddy?”

“Yeah? She doesn’t wanna share?” Hazel whispered.

“Yeah, something like that bug” you sighed.

“You’re my daddy, not- not” Her eyes filled with tears and she started to cough on her own spit.

She was about to have a full fledge Jade Harper Harlow breakdown.

“Oh shit” Hazel cussed but you were too overwhelmed to react.

“Gimme the baby” You reached your hands out to Jack and took Santiago as he stood up to comfort Jade.

“Jadey” he picked her up as she started to wail. He took her to her room as he tried not to disturb the baby.

Sandra walked in, as she heard crying. Lordes followed too. “I heard crying?”

“Jade was a little jealous after seeing her dad hold Santiago. She didn’t sleep much today.” You nervously laughed.

“Oh, she was the same way” she motioned to her daughter Lordes.

“Hazel too” You smiled and Hazel groaned.

“I don’t remember.”

“Me and Daddy definitely do though” you laughed.

You handed Santiago back to Sandra for a feeding and you went to check on Jade and Jack. Hazel went back outside to play with Lordes and her cousins.

You walked up to the door, you heard sniffling and you quietly opened the door. Jade was in Jack's lap and he was rocking her back and forth.

“You know you’re daddies baby right? I love you so much” he continued to tell her and she sniffled. She was more calm than she was a few moments ago.

“Why holding the baby? Mommy didn’t have a baby.”

“Sandra is mommy and i’s friend and she had a baby. She was just letting me and your mommy hold him.”

You sat down beside them on the bed.

“So he’s not living here?” She said excitedly looking at you both and Jack chuckled.

“No baby, he will go home with Sandra when she leaves” he reassured her.

“Ohs, he will go home? Does this mean you still loves me?”

“That’ll never change” you and Jack said in unison.

“Ohs, I feel silly now” she giggled wiping her eyes. “I go play?”

“Yes sweetheart, go play” Jack helped her off his lap and you both watched as she ran out of the room.

“I told you, the three of you keep me on my toes”’ he laughed and you scooted closer to him.

“I love how you handled that” You pulled him closer for a kiss.

“Oh really? Let me handle you next” he winked.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow imagines #dad!jack #jack harlow blurb #💛 anon

[sentientfunfetti]

What if reader gave dollhouse!Wally a cute little box with a clay heart inside it? Like, "here's my heart, for you" kinda thing.

“giving you my heart” a dollhouse! wally/reader drabble

(dollhouse!wally and his au belongs to @/itskorrychang on twitter! go support them!)

REBLOGS AND FEEDBACK ARE APPRECIATED!

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it had been a few weeks since you and wally had been seeing each other. time seemed to move a bit slower in the neighborhood, but you associated that with the bliss of being utterly comfortable where you were. when you had moved to the neighborhood, you were off-put by how quiet it was. from what you were told it was a bustling community full of games, jokes being told, pies and other baked good being baked and other types of fun…

but, when you arrived it was quiet. too quiet. it was unnerving say the least.

then you met the only resident. wally darling. as eerie as he was there was always a level of endearment to it. wally seemed harmless, just a tad socially inept. on your first day he invited you over for tea in his home, and you couldn’t help but marvel at the rows after rows of dolls he had.

“oh…those? i made them myself…”

he said it as if it wasn’t a big deal. his level of craftsmanship wasn’t lost on even you, who had no idea how to make anything like that. they were so pretty…and he seemed to appreciate your enthusiasm and compliments, even going as far as to make one of you. most people would have found that creepy…especially with how many details of you he had captures on such a small base, even going as far as to point out his favorite ones.

least to say, you were swooned. head over heels for him, and you wanted to show your appreciation for both his hospitality and for you to express you feelings for him. your crafting skills were…limited least to say. the only thing you could wrap your head around besides from drawing was clay, and so you spent all night making a heart shaped…object…for wally, even going out to find a cute box to paint over for the heart shaped ‘thing’ to be held in.

looking down at the box in your hands as you make your trek to wally’s house, you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious about how he’d feel about it. there was no doubt about it; wally’s skill level was leaps and bounds above your’s, so that left one question: would he even accept your gift? you could only hope not.

…you weren’t even able to get your fingerprints off of it like most people are able to.

pushing all of that aside, you were already at his doorstep seemingly within a blink of an eye, and now all there was to do was knock. you lifted your arm up stiffly and knocked.

“coming.” he announced through the door, and you heard his footsteps approaching. you jumped when he opened the door, his usual lax smile on his face. you quickly hid his present behind your back without thinking. “ah, neighbor. you’re a bit early today…” you smile the best smile you could muster and giggled. “well, i wanted to come and see you early this time! i hope that’s okay…” you watch his lazy grin grow and your face warms. despite you at first being apprehensive to him, you quickly found out that he was just as kind as any other person.

“oh, neighbor. you know that my doors are always open. all you need to do is call or knock and if i’m able, and available, then you’re always welcome…” he responded lowly, standing in his doorway. his words were sweet, but they did nothing to soothe your already growing anxiety. it bubbled up in you just like before. “…thank you, wally…i really appreciate that.”

he responded with a nod, before stepping aside and motioning for you to come in. “anything for you, lovely.”

the pet name made your heart swell, as you stepped inside, making sure to angle yourself so that he wouldn’t be able to see the box you had in your hands. you hear the door click closed, the lock following. he turned to you with an eyebrow raised. “…neighbor…” he put a hand on his face, amused with the fact you were so obviously hiding something behind your back. “what’s that you’ve got there…?” he inquired, pointing, and you felt yourself shrink, your eyes shifting to the floor.

“o-oh…well…uhm…” his gaze was intense now. he was looking for your answer in your body language due to the now lack of eye contact between the both of you. “yes, precious?” he urged you to continue, leaning down a tad to be eye level with you. your eyes were glued to the floor, however. after a bit of silence, you suck in a breath and tap your foot on the floorboards underneath your feet. you stay silent for a moment, the only thing filling the silence is the sound of wally’s large grandfather clock ticking away every second you weren’t speaking. “i…i uhm…made you something…” you finally mumbled under your breath, your eyes flicking up to him for a moment.

“what was that, dear? i couldn’t quite hear you. you were mumbling.” you couldn’t tell if wally was teasing you or being serious. he did have a tendency to do that accidentally…only occasionally doing it on purpose when he realized what he said had affected you. he stood back to his original height and waited for your response, his intense gaze still on you, making you feel just a bit smaller than usual. you repeat yourself, a bit louder. “i made you something, wally.”

“is that so?” his smile widened, and he outstretched his arms. “can i see what you’ve made me? if you made it i’m sure it’s lovely.” you shake your head, and take a step back, chewing on your bottom lip. eyes back on the floor. “it’s not that good, really. it’s really not as good as the stuff you make so…”

“…so…what, precious…?” there was a dangerous edge to his voice you couldn’t quite place a finger on. you knew he probably didn’t mean for it to startle you, but you felt yourself shrink into yourself just a bit more at it. wally seemed to notice, and you watched his shoulders lax. he quickly corrects. you forget that he had an edge to him at times. that’s what being alone for so long will do to people, you think.

“it’s alright. really. i’m sure whatever you’ve made me is just as nice as you are. as nice as you have been.”

you look up and into at his red orbs and let out a bitter chuckle. “you’re only saying that because you’re curious.” you respond, raising an eyebrow at him. he shrugs off your accusation with the same smile as before. “can you blame me? my favorite neighbor—“ only neighbor. you don’t correct. you don’t dare. “— visits me with a gift, and now doesn’t want me to see it? who wouldn’t be curious?” dammit. he had a good point. you were stumped, and running out of energy to fight, so with a sigh you revealed the small box from behind your back. your face burned as soon as you saw wally’s eyes train on the small box in your hands. he hummed, before taking it away from you, your arms falling limply to your sides as you counted away the seconds until doomsday.

…okay…maybe doomsday was a bit overdramatic…but if he didn’t like it you would most definitely be thinking about that for the next few weeks. definitely. you mentally crossed your fingers, and let out a weak ‘surprise’ as you watched him open the box, his intense gaze fixing onto the smaller object inside.

he was silent. dead silent. so silent in fact that you were sure you didn’t even see him take another breath in. his chest stopped rising and falling as his intense gaze softened for a moment. “…see? i told you it wasn’t as good as the stuff you make—“ your hand clamps around your forearm for comfort as your shift.

“gods, i’m sorry wally—“

“…oh…neighbor it’s…this is…!” he looked up at you from the box in his hands with glazed over eyes. tears threatening to spill. he looked back down and plucked the small heart shaped clay piece out of the confines of the box and let out a shaky breath. “…it’s…it’s perfect…” he moved over to the table next to the front door and deposited the box in order to hold the heart in the palms of his hands, as if it was the most precious gem. as if it was made of glass and one drop would threaten to break it. you stood there…confused…almost shocked.

“…it is…? i mean i just like—“ you immediately begin to backpedal. you had never seen wally so passionate before except a few times, so this was almost scary. you weren’t even able to get your fingerprints off the damn thing, much less make the shape look uniform.

“yes. yes. it’s…it’s so cute…and…you made it for me? did you really, neighbor…?” wally asked, looking at you with a warm smile. “it’s wonderful. thank you. you even put my initials on it…” he outstretched a palm and pointed to the small detail, utterly infatuated. sometimes you forgot his eye for small details. you felt like a ant under a magnifying glass. studied.

you laugh and blush, rubbing the back of your neck. “oh…well. ya know…didn’t want it to get lost…!” at that, wally let out a warm chuckle, and a sniffle, regaining his composure as he continued on. “well, i assure you neighbor, the detail is appreciated…and i won’t be losing this anytime soon.” he took a step closer.

“…no…in fact…i’ll be keeping it close. as close as i can…” his voice was hushed, his grin wide and his eyes narrowing with it. you swallow thickly, face red. was he talking about you…or the gift? stars, which one was less likely to make you explode? “i’m…i’m glad.” was all you were able to muster out. wally didn’t miss a beat, however, leaning a bit again to catch your gaze, gift still in his hands. his hand went to cup your cheek, and you swore you could see a glint in his eye. “why are you so red, precious? aren’t i supposed to be the flustered one here?” his thumb stroked your cheek. yep. he was definitely doing it on purpose this time. you huff and put your hands on your hips. “listen here, if this is how you’re gonna react every time i give you a gift, this may be your last one, buster.” you turn your back to him and begin to walk towards the dining room to have a seat, pulling away from his touch, but the ghost of it was still there.

“precious.”

he called out, and you turned to see him now holding the heart in-between his thumb and forefinger to where you could see it; a mischievous glint in his red eyes. you shuddered and narrowed your eyes at him. “…what…?” you spat playfully.

“…was this you giving me your heart?”

author’s note ⊹˚. ♡

thank you for the request, neighbor! it was such a sweet one. i really enjoyed writing this one.

i also have a few things to go over, actually:

firstly, i’d like to thank you all for the requests and the likes and the follows! i’m really surprised i’ve been getting the attention i’ve been getting. thank you all for that.

secondly, i’d like to ask for a few things if that’s alright.

1) reblogs. self explanatory. likes don’t really do anything for me traction-wise as you may or may not know and i’d like for more people to be able to see my things!

2) can you all pretty please be more specific with the things you’d like for me to write? if you just send me a prompt and not specifically state that you’d like headcanons, or a drabble then i have no idea what you’d like.

3) more feedback. i want to grow as an author so criticism is of course encouraged and welcomed.

besides from that, ill be working on my reboot wally fanfiction over on ao3 and the requests i have lined up for me at the moment. thank you guys for the support. it means a bunch./gen

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