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absolutebl · 6 months

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This Week in BL - Gangsters Win

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Delayed October reviews included this week! (Still traveling but now in home territory and familiar hotels.)

Nov 2023 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) 2 of 8 - GIVING ME LIFE. How dare they be this… this... Just. How dare!

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 1 of 10 - I have been waiting for another truly sports centered BL since HIStory 2: CTL. This is nowhere near as good, but I don’t care. It’s great pulp and Sprite is a fab central character. I've realized that I love the pulps most when they’re ridiculously soapy (identical twins identity trope for sport’s fuck’s sake) but ERNEST about it (not campy). This one is taking itself seriously and it's so cute that it's trying so hard. Good little pulp. Dee mar.

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 12fin - was it me or did this show kinda flag on you too?

Poor, struggling Sailom is forced to tutor his bully, Kang, and they fall for each other despite circumstances. I loved it for the first 4 eps, liked it for the middle 4, and then kinda lost interest. I think it's because the focus shifted from Sailom to Kang, and I just find a disenfranchised character more interesting than the poor little rich kid archetype. Ultimately the script waffled and failed these actors - the leads and sides were solid, and support cast on point. 8/10 pretty standard 2023 GMMTV fair

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - It’s sort of a paradox of emotions not just time. It remains sad and I remain wary.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) The Camp Fire ep 11 of 24 - Launched with an argument over rude pronouns and mistaken identity. Highlights the joy of camping. Ugh. I don't think this one is for me despite the pair.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) ep 10fin - NO SINGING. I can't believe they brought in rando SIDEs just to sing! WHHHHYYYYY? Sigh.

An indifferent pulp with indifferent acting and poor chemistry (despite high heat) based on the reunion romance trope that was just... so... slow... It wasn’t entirely a waste of time but I can’t in good faith recommend it. unless you have a very high tolerance for Thai pulps and ultra tsundere characters. 5/10 ONLY WATCH IF YOU'VE NOTHING BETTER TO DO

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 12 of 13 - I don’t mean to be rude because you know I love the main couple in the show, but they are simply being out acted by the sides. They are so damn good. Ai Di and his dumb oversized sweaters and flappy flappy sleeves is EVERYTHING.

Bump Up Business (Korea Gaga) 5-6 of 8 - More language negotiation, so of course I like it. I also like that they openly let Eden admit to a crush on a boy. I like this whole thing way more than I should. Save me from myself?

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 9 of 10 - I don’t understand why baby boy is trying to escape so badly. (Except for plot reasons.) Running of the gays! Look at you Taiwan stealing Japan’s favorite trope. This show is fun but it’s a bag of tropes held together with some very thin fraying mesh plot.

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 5fin - The leads are so painfully cute portraying a softly simple story of teen first love. This was a nice little piece with an early yaoi feel that come off as brief, as if it were meant to be a short story that had been extended into a series. Sweet but ultimately rather forgettable. 7/10

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 6-7 of ? - yeah I forgot to watch again, I may be dnfing this by accident.

It's Airing But...

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached. It looks good though so I mgiht put some effort into finding it grey.

Look at Japan dropping all the tropes in on scene: rooftop, kabedon, hand hold.

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 1-7 of 14 - this is a horror BL with ghosts & paranormal elements in a boarding school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools. I'm holding off on this one and if told it's good I'll binge watch.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until it completes its run.

One Room Angel (Japan Gaga) - adaptation of Harada’s manga of the same name (which I did not like) about a convenience store clerk who's stabbed, nearly dies, and returns home to find an angel waiting for him. With only 5 eps and a good chance this won’t end happy, I'm gonna wait and let you tell me how it goes.

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office. I did some hunting but only found the manga, so I'm marking it cnf and moving on with life. This will be its last appearance on the weekly update.

I Finished It!

Love in Translation (iQIYI) ep 8 - solid ending, man these two are a great pairing.

A sweet little pulp about a Thai boy with a crush on a Chinese influencer who ends up in a business relationship with her ex-bf. This show had truly great chemistry between the leads, cute found family with good rep, and an exciting (if silly) ending that almost, but didn't quite, make up for how incredibly annoying the main character was in the first half. Gotta say the make-out scene in the convenience store is one of the greatest in Thai BL, tho. 6/10 DEF WORTH WATCHING BUT FLAWED

I Feel You Linger in the Air (grey) ep 8 of 12 - so that was A THING. I did a seriously extensive deep dive analysis, historical & linguistic extras, and review here.

I truly loved this time travel romance. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show should easily have earned a 10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls. Argh. Whatever. 9/10

Only Friends (YT) ep 11-12 - What can I say, this wasn't my thing, it was never gonna be, and I didn't like it. Basically Thailand did the L-Word but with branded BL pairs and the only agenda seemed to be slut shaming and making sure those pairs stayed healthy and sponsor ready. Consequently, the pairs were all executing well and to the best of their ability (of course) but all other characters got shafted, both in the good and the worst possible ways. Unrated but if falls somewhere between 5 (hot mess) and 3 (what am I doing with my life?)

Next Week Looks Like This

11/10 Middleman’s Love (Thai Fri Mandee's YT & iQIYI 1 of 8? - TutorYim (brand pair origin = Cutie Pie) with side couple KingUea (Bed Friends) from Domundi trailer here. This used to be a JimmyTommy vehicle before the pair split (also prev title Middle Love). Adapted from a Y-novel. Jade works as a graphic designer and has always been stuck in the middle - average. His heart is hardened after a life spent being overlooked because he is not as charming or good looking as the rest of his family or friends. When his office gets a hot new intern, Mai, Jade assumes Mai couldn’t possibly be intersted in him. Mai, of course, has other ideas. Warning this is a Cheewin comedy so tonally it could be very OFF, but the cast is solid, and I have liked his stuff on occasion.

11/10 Last Twilight (Thai Fri YouTube) - JimmySea are bakc and maybe it's good this time? I dont' know, GMMTV isn't doing great right now. Burdened with heavy debt, Mork, a mechanic, is forced to take a high paying job as a caretaker for Day, a rich heir who suffers from partial blindness after an accident. Day recruits Mork as he realizes the latter does not see him as a disabled person, but rather as co-equals. As they spend time together, the two begin developing feelings for the other. However with Day just having 180 days until he becomes permanently blind, how will the two weather the trials ahead?Upcoming November BL

11/11 Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) qp 1 of 8 - Looks like House of Stars meets Boyband. I am not excited.

Upcoming in November

11/16 PLAYBOYY (Thurs ????) ?? eps - trailer here, high heat and it's helmed by Cheewin (shudder) with screenplay by Den (Only Friends) under Copy A Bangkok. It's gonna be a shizz show people. It's predicting Thai style "dark" (War of Y) one of my least favorites. Apparently there is a "plot" but when has Cheewin ever bothered with plot? A university kid who was involved with escorts, sex-trade, porn, online hook-ups, drugs, prostitution, blackmail, revenge, and so forth goes missing. His twin (sigh) and two friends look for him.

11/17 Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 14 - high heat teaser here, based on alittlebixth's omegaverse novel #พิษเบ๊บ’ set in the world of car racing (author says show will not be omegaverse). Charlie (fresh face), a young hot nerd, approaches his driver idol (Pavel "my love" 2 Moons 2) to borrow a racing car and win one for the team. Production house is new to BL but behind the Club Friday stuff. Show stars many known actors: Nut (Oxygen), Pop (Ram in La Cuisine), Pon (Phai in Gen Y, we LOVE him), Benz (twins in En of Love: This Is Love Story).

11/19 Bake Me Please (Sun Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - trailer here, stars Ohm (of OhmFluke) opposite Guide (bestie from IFYLITA) and possibly also Poom (well known, but not for BL). This looks like an actually gay version of Antique Bakery (play it again, BL). Still, I'm intrigued, it looks HELLA pretty.

11/22 7 Days Before Valentine (Weds ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk. Adapted from y-novel of the same name, directed by Tu (180 Degree) stars Jet (Why You… Y Me?). When you want your old love again, but fate sends you a reaper instead. All he can do for you is kill people. I'll likely give this a pass and wait to binge later. I'm planning to try SHADOW and I can only handle one Thai horror at a time.

11/25 The Sign (Sat ????) ep 1 of 10 - trailer here, horror-esk, but with a suspense and adult characters. Special investigators who loved each other in previous lives reunite with their new bodies, stars Billy Patchanon (BillySeng) & Babe Tanatat (new). Includes other SCOY favorites as a special investigation team. I may give this a try because I like the non-horror bits.

11/26 The Whisperer (Sun ????) 1 of 10 - trailer here. Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). He has dimples (My Ride) but I don't think even that gives me the will. Maybe a binge for me.

11/26 Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 1 of 12 - OffGun are back, trailer here. Adapted from the novel “Love Course! เสื้อกาวน์รุกเสื้อกุ๊กรับ” by iJune4S this is about Prem who runs a not-so-popular restaurant with 2 friends. About to go on a cooking competition with a huge reward, Prem gets involved with Ten, a stressed-out med student who wants Prem to teach him to cook.

11/30 For Him (Thurs ????) ep 1 of 10 - high heat trailer, I suspect iQIYI will scoop this one up. From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night (please no) based on a y-novel, man nursing a heartbreak has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. It looks terribly trashy so I'm in! Maybe I'll do a trash watch?

VIP Only (Taiwan) - may be delayed/canceled

Wuju Bakery AKA Space Bakery (Korea) - this one may be DOA

A Breeze of Love (Korea) - I know less than nothing about this.

Nov 2023 line up with screen caps here. Not kept updated.

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Yang's little smile! Argh. (Love in Translation)

This is our mean and grumpy gagster character talking about playing in game support roles. It's fucking adorable. Such a nasty criminal. (My Dear Gangster Oppa)

(Last week)

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sane-omblog · 3 months

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🤍Happy Birthday Simeon💐

I ended up choosing this outfit of him bc he look so gorgeous( just like he is in others but hey this one hit me) and angelic as ever. Not me who just noticed his chests are slightly exposed while learning the details

Anyway he is the main reason i don't regret playing obey me like i really fall for him and his voice(hirata-san my god) tho most of the outfit in this game are so hard, the urge to draw him push me to it now i can draw more detailed clothes!

I love every concept of Simeon. He being a writer? darn that's so good no wonder why his words always hit me differently. He's so gentle and kind? tho i know hes angel i need sum1 who can bear with my anger issue and i know i will melt at his dazzling smile. Yet he has his mischief side? i will do anything he want and back up for his mischief plan.

Overall I love his smile the most, that shiny dazzling sparkly softly sweet and gentle smile make me melt since the first time he appeared. you won't believe how fast i was change character in majolish(i can't remember who i put before him). And don't forget to give credit to Hirata san who voiced him, gave him that cute laugh when his sprite smile bless me.

As you can tell I love sweet smiley char

And I really enjoyed my time counting down to his bday(in tag #simeon bday countdown24 it contains spoilers so don't click read more or read ALT if you don't wanna get it) and hoping i can do it for other characters too esp. Solomon since I can't last year from business

Okay I have no more to say than I love no

I ADORE SIMEON SO VERY MUCH

-edit: so after 30 minutes of trying apparently I can't post gif here so this is the link of my twitter(X) and I posted there

First try making animation-ish gif?? I dunno the quality turned out not as I expected but yea... Let it slide for now

https://twitter.com/sane_2772/status/1755970764472496476?t=9TBLZJF9d-z8mhExyvhF_g&s=19

#Obey Me BD #Happy Birthday Simeon #obey me fanart #obey me simeon #art #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #simeon bday countdown24

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lovelytsunoda · 1 month

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uptown girl // mickey "fanboy" garcia

soft kisses shared in the bar light after a game of pool

she would do anything for her nerd boy. except maybe meet his friends in a crowded bar with a pool table where she can make a fool of herself in front of all of her boyfriend's friends. it's a good thing that mickey is a good teacher.

pairing: mickey "fanboy" garcia x female! reader

author's note: he had like four lines and i was prepared to go to war for this man.

the hard deck hummed with activity as she parked her car, flicking off the manual headlights before glancing at her phone, which was pinned to it's magnetic holder on the dashboard.

it wasn't too late to text mickey and tell him something had come up, was it?

as she was thinking it, as if mickey could hear her, her phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a text message from her beloved.

mickey: hey sweet girl, are you almost here? everyone is so excited to meet you!

she sighed, switching the music off and cutting the engine, sitting in the dark car and waiting for the heated seat to lose its warmth. her relationship with mickey garcia was still very new.

they had only been together for a few months, having met at an eighties rock-and-glow dance night. she was standing by the stage, dressed in skinny jeans and a white t-shirt that glowed fluorescent in the blacklight, an old-timey glass sprite bottle in her hands as she sang bonnie tyler at the top of her lungs. he was the best dancer there, with a goofy personality that captivated her from the moment he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a slow dance to 'heaven in your eyes'.

deciding to rip the band-aid off, she grabbed her tote bag from the passenger seat and slipped out of the car, sea breeze cutting deep and sending a chill down her spine as she walked up the weathered steps to fightertown's navy bar.

her sweet boy was impossible to miss, his smile lighting up the whole bar as he stood next to the pool table, his short-sleeved button shirt untucked from his crisp blue jeans.

as nervous as she was, it was hard not to smile when she saw him, watching as he leaned over the table to delicately knock a striped ball into one of the pockets in the corner of the table. after the shot, he looked up, and infectious grin breaking out over his face when he saw her.

"hey, pretty girl." he beamed, passing his pool cue to a woman in a black turtleneck and jeans before he sidestepped the table and pulled his lover into an embrace. "i'm glad you came."

"hi, mickey." she smiled, kissing him softly. "i've missed you."

"are you ready to meet everyone? or do you want something to eat first? i can order you a plate of onion rings-"

she laughed softly, taking his hand in hers. she loved how attentive and sweet he was, always trying to dote on her whenever he could. when they were together, he hated letting her pay for things, even if it meant dipping into his not-enormous navy salary "mickey, it's okay. i have time to meet your friends before i order."

with a soft kiss to the side of her head, mickey looped his arm around her shoulders and they headed towards the pool table. "guys, this is y/n. my girlfriend."

she underestimated how much her heart would swell at hearing mickey say those words. hearing someone declare to the world that they had chosen her.

"y/n, this is natasha, jake, robert, bradley, hallie and javy."

"hello!" she squeaked, waving at the group. "nice to finally meet you guys, mickey has told me so much about you guys."

robert laughed, reaching out to shake her hand. "and mickey has told us even more about you. fanboy loves to talk."

she never though she'd meet someone who talked as much as she did until she met mickey. they could talk for hours, about anything and everything. when they were together, she suspected it would drive the people around them insane. except she didn't know how his friends would react, what they would think of her.

they made small talk for a little, while some of the guys and natasha all took their turns at the pool table. it was team game, although the teams seemed to be a little unbalanced in terms of skill level. mickey had pulled her into his lap, gently rubbing circles on the skin underneath her peasant top.

jake leaned over the table, his pool cue hitting the white ball, white harmlessly dusted the side of the ball he was aiming for, plunking down in the basket.

"god damn it, hangman!" javy groaned

natasha laughed, high-fiving bradley. "sucks to suck, bagman!"

mickey shifted in his chair, hands running up her sides. "our turn, pretty girl. do you want to try?"

she turned back to him, a small glint of panic in her eyes as she took his hand in hers. "i'm not very good."

bradley snorted, taking a sip of his budweiser. "we're miles ahead of hangman, you could break the table and we'd still be ahead of them."

"go on." mickey encouraged, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. "i'll guide you."

she stood up, still clutching his hand in hers as she moved towards the pool table. hallie passed her a pool cue, and she stood nervously by the table until mickey came up behind her. his hands were warm through her jeans, his back against hers as he guided her into the correct position.

"you got this, sweet girl." he said quietly, kissing the side of her head gently, his hands over hers on the cue. "it's a straight shot into the basket."

mickey stepped back, his hands still on her waist as she took the shot, hitting with just enough force for the white ball to send the orange solid ball into the basket.

one fell swoop.

mickey's side of the pool table started to cheer, and her cheeks flushed pink as she turned around to wrap her arms around mickey, hiding her face from the crowd.

"great job, my darling girl." mickey laughed, kissing her softly. "are you sure you haven't played pool before."

"my grandfather had a table in his basement." she said sheepishly, leaning the cue against the table to she could slip her hands into mickey's back pockets. "but i haven't played a proper game since I was twelve. he sold the table when they sold the house."

"maybe you'll have to play more often." mickey said, leaning in to kiss her softly. "i love you."

"i love you too."

@magnummagnussen @libraryofloveletters @thatsdemko @lorarri @sidcrosbyspuck @cartierre @httpiastri

#mickey garcia x reader #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #top gun imagine #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #fanboy x reader #fools in love! event

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izufeels · 2 years

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⌕ [ no talking (pt2) ]— k.bakugou !

“hi,” y/n said with a small wave, smiling as she sat down at the booth. “i hope you weren’t waiting long.”

katsuki shook his head, shifting in the seat. he already looked uncomfortable, y/n felt bad.

she stared at him for a second while he typed something on his phone. ‘i just got here and he’s already bored?! maybe mina was wrong about this.’

katsuki turned his phone around and showed it to y/n. turns out he was typing something for y/n.

‘i don’t know how mina expects us to fucking talk’

y/n snickered a little. he was concerned about that too? “she doesn’t really think things out, does she?”

katsuki shook his head with a scoff.

“hello!” a high pitched voice squeaked, making y/n flinch harshly and bump the table. “welcome to kaibara café! what can i get you lovely folks today?” a blonde girl asked with a smile that was way too big.

y/n sent a small and short smile to her. “i’ll just have water. thank you.” she said quietly.

the blonde girl, who was named arisa, looked over to katsuki, expectantly.

he pulled out his phone again and typed something out, he showed it to arisa and she nodded, writing it down on her little notepad thing.

“alright, i’ll be back in moment!”

and then the table was quiet again.

“so,” y/n started. “how’s your day been?”

katsuki shrugged. y/n nodded.

there wasn’t much she could do. she’d been expecting him to ask her as well, but he didn’t. so they just sat there.

y/n stood up and smiled a little. “i’m going to the bathroom. i’ll be right back. ‘kay?”

he nodded.

y/n practically ran to the bathroom. she went into the stall and slammed the door shut. pulling out her phone, she immediately texted mina.

with a deep breath, y/n left the bathroom. she quickly made her way over to the table and sat down.

the drinks were already there. katsuki had gotten a sprite.

he looked up at her. ‘mina said you learned sign for this?’

y/n paused. she understood what he was saying, but she couldn’t believe mina told him. she nodded. “yeah.. i wanted to be able to understand you, i guess? i don’t know.”

‘that’s a lot of work for a stupid date.’

y/n looked down at her hands under the table. she cracked her knuckles— not in an angry way, but in a ‘i’m gonna cry’ type of way.

katsuki tapped on the table, y/n looked up. ‘that was..’ he paused. ‘nice. i guess. thanks.’

y/n smiled softly. “so.. you should tell me about your gauntlets. they’re pretty cool, but i don’t know how they work. will you explain them to me?” she asked.

the boys eyes basically lit up for a moment. he nodded and pulled out his phone.

‘there’s gonna be some words that you probably won’t know since you only learned some basic shit. so i’m just gonna type it out k?’

y/n nodded excitedly.

‘what do you wanna know?’

“ok uh, i know that like, your sweat is a big thing for your quirk, but what do the gauntlets have to do with your quirk?” she asked, leaning forward.

he sent her a quick smile before typing away. y/n stared at him as he bit his bottom lip. he did that when he was focused.

‘the gauntlets store my sweat. kinda gross ik. but they amplify the blast a lot. once they’re full i can make big ass explosions like the one during first year’

y/n’s face shifted into one of playful disgust as she read what katsuki had typed. “how big?” y/n said, looking up.

‘that’s what she said,’

“that’s disgusting! you hang out with denki too much!” y/n exclaimed, laughing.

katsuki smiled at her as well. ‘oh. i’ve never seen that before.’

“you have a pretty smile,” y/n said quietly. she brought her hand up to her face to hide her blush. “i could stare at you forever, katsuki bakugou.”

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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My Future In You | 1.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, no major warnings in this chapter

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“No, I dated someone with that name.” Bradley decides, shaking his head as he sips on his Diet Coke. You narrow your eyes at him.

“If we’re going to rule out names because of your love life, our kid is going to end up with a name from the seventeenth century.” You complain, grabbing some fries as you look over the girl’s side of your list.

Bradley chuckles softly, amused by your comment. He squeezes your ankle.

“Fine. Let’s talk boy names first because I have one that I really would like.” He tells you, stroking his thumb tenderly along your calf. You’re both sitting on your bed, you by the headboard and him with his back to the wall, your feet in his lap.

“Okay.” You nod your head at him.

“Nick.” He decides.

You scoff as you grab your drink and sip from the straw, “Sure, if I’m giving birth to a middle aged man with credit card debt and a wife he hates.

Bradley stares at you.

“I mean — that’s an old man name. Baby Nick? — It sounds like he’s balding already.” You reason with him. Bradley’s lips quirk, amused by you trashing the name so much. He knows something you don’t. You stare at him, trying to figure out why he’s looking at you like that.

It hits you.

“Oh shit, is that your dead dad’s name?” You gasp.

Bradley shakes his head and strikes a line through the name, “The world has been without a Nick Bradshaw for like eighteen years, I guess it can go a little more.”

“I’m sorry.” You wince.

Bradley shrugs, lifting his napkin to wipe his hands, “Let me hear your names.”

The two of you go back and forth, sharing names and insulting each of them in turn. You throw yourself back against the pillows, draping an arm over your face, groaning in frustration.

“Our kid isn’t going to have a name, they’re going to be baby Seresin for their entire life because we can’t agree on anything!” You growl.

“Baby Bradshaw.” Bradley corrects you, sipping from his straw, still looking down at his own list. A pillow hits the side of his head, almost making him drop his sprite. He turns his head and raises his eyebrow at you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, honey.” He comments, throwing the pillow back, his lips quirking as it hits you in the face. You bolt upright and glare at him.

“Pregnant or not, I’ll kick your ass.”

Bradley’s lips tilt upwards into a grin. He sets his drink down and shrugs his shoulders, “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been attacked by a Seresin.”

He’s such a cocky asshole when he wants to be. You set your list down and push up onto your knees, shoving at his chest.

Bradley smiles. He lifts his chin, smirking at you defiantly. There’s a split second where he thinks that you might just take the leap, lean forwards and kiss him.

“Hey…”

Both of you jump apart and turn together. Ryan’s standing in the doorway, one strap from his backpack on his shoulder. He looks between you and Bradley. Both on your bed, notepads pushed to the side. You’re on your knees, your hand is on his shoulder.

A muscle in Ryan’s jaw ticks.

“Am I interrupting?” He says quietly. He’s a pretty patient guy, and he really likes you - he doesn’t want to jump to conclusions. But, at some point, he passed the need to jump and has now arrived to the conclusion all by himself.

“No!” You leap up from the bed. Bradley has the sense to grab both notebooks and pull them onto his lap, then close them both.

“Ryan, how’s it going, man?” Bradley starts to push himself up from the bed. You turn quickly and glare at him. He closes his mouth and remains on the edge of your bed.

He sits silently and thinks about how he should have kissed you and taught your boyfriend to take a hint and back off.

“What’s going on, baby?” Ryan’s voice is soft, tender. Bradley stills, realising he wouldn’t have reacted that way. Bradley’s eyes fall down to look at the sweater covering your developing stomach. He looks back up at the Ryan’s softened expressions.

He just came over to find his girl sitting in bed with another guy, and he’s still giving her the benefit of the doubt.

That’s probably the kind of guy that would be a good influence around a baby.

It might not have been Bradley’s first instinct, but Bradley can be like that too. He’s certain of it.

“Bradley needed tutoring, the idiot failed Public Relations twice now.” You tell Ryan. He looks at Bradley. Bradley smiles stiffly and nods his head — the idiot comment is something to address later.

“You’re… tutoring him?” Ryan looks between the two of you, unbelieving. You nod your head quickly.

Solely in the interest of proving that he isn’t an idiot, Bradley flicks back a couple of pages in his notebook and holds up the notes for Ryan to see. They’re from when Bradley was tutoring someone a while ago, but the different pen colours and comments sell the story.

“Oh.” Ryan nods softly as he looks over the page. His gaze flickers back to you. You smile sheepishly at him.

Bradley stands up finally, “Well, I should go. Thanks for the help. I’ll see you on tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?” Ryan asks, looking at Bradley instead of you.

“Oh, it’s Jake’s birthday — they’re having a thing over at their place.” You explain, watching Bradley step past Ryan and out into the hall.

“You didn’t mention.” Ryan comments. Bradley cocks an eyebrow at you. Kind of odd that you didn’t invite your boyfriend, in his mind.

“Well, you’re invited, obviously. It’ll be fun.” You force yourself to smile at him.

“Guess I’ll see you both there.” Bradley smiles.

The hour drive home gives him time to think. He knows you and Ryan are probably arguing right now, and that it’s somewhat his fault. It’s not his fault that you refuse to tell your boyfriend.

Bradley had a realisation the other day. Ryan has been spending most of his time at your place. Almost every day from what he hears. Sure, there’s a chance that this is because of how much you guys like each other. Bradley thinks otherwise. Your parents still aren’t talking to Jake, which means they absolutely aren’t speaking to you. Bradley hasn’t seen you shed a tear about it since before New Years’.

Ryan’s a distraction.

By the time Bradley’s home, he has a couple of texts waiting to open. Most notably, one from Kenzie - last Bradley heard, she had a boyfriend. Clearly not anymore because twenty minutes later, he’s letting her in and she’s leading the way to his room. She remembers where it is.

Bradley can’t pretend that he hasn’t missed her. Kenzie’s a great friend. But, she and Bradley hook up regularly when they aren’t seeing other people, so she tends to disappear each time she gets a boyfriend.

And each time they reunite, it’s just as good. Bradley groans softly as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to catch his breath. Kenzie pulls open the top drawer to his nightstand and grabs the box of tissues. She wipes her chest off and moves to put the box back.

She frowns slightly.

“Um… Bradley,”

Bradley lets out a heavy breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead, lifting his gaze to look at the girl beside him in his bed.

“What’s this?”

He knows exactly what she’s talking about the moment that she asks the question. He sits upright quickly and glances down, like he doesn’t know.

Truthfully, he had forgotten that it was in there. The spare sonogram photo that he was meant to pass on to Jake. His is safely hidden behind his driver’s license in his wallet.

“I have no idea.” Bradley decides that’s the best answer to go with.

Kenzie turns to look at him and raises her eyebrows in disbelief. He glances down at her bare chest in a moment of weakness and immediately realises that he has just made the incorrect choice twice in a row.

“Oh my god! — What is the matter with you?” She shrieks, leaping up from the bed and grabbing her underwear from the floor.

Bradley takes a moment before he answers this question.

“It’s not what it looks like,” He tells her, shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. He grabs his boxers and pulls them up his legs as she searches for her jeans.

“It looks like you got someone pregnant!” She bites back.

“Okay, well… I did, but-“

“Oh my god!” She shrieks again. Bradley winces at the sound. She throws her jeans at him, he narrowly dodges and frowns at her.

“I am not a homewrecker, Bradley! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this! — I could kill you right now!”

“I’m not dating her! She has a boyfriend! — I barely know her, she’s just Jake’s little sister.” Bradley realises how bad that sounds as he’s saying it, but he commits to the sentence anyway.

“You got Jake’s little sister pregnant and he let you live?”

She’s a cheerleader, she knows about the team and its intricacies. She’s also a lot smarter than people give her credit for, and she knows Bradley well. She knows that he and Jake barely get along at the best of times.

Truthfully, he might make every bad decision he can, but Kenzie loves Bradley. She gets him. She has sat with him in the library more times than she should have. She’s hurt that this is the first she’s hearing about this.

“Just about.” Bradley chuckles in agreement. He lifts her jeans and extends them towards her as somewhat of a peace offering.

She shakes her head and snatches them out of his hands. Bradley scratches the back of his neck sheepishly as she steps into them, knowing that he’s in trouble. Kenzie zips and buttons her pants, then folds her arms over her chest.

“She’s keeping the baby?” She asks curiously.

“Uh-huh. Due at the beginning of August.” Bradley nods his head.

Kenzie stares at him seriously, then raises an eyebrow, “And… you’re going to be involved?”

“Yeah.” Bradley mumbles.

Kenzie steps forwards and wraps her arms around his waist. He hugs her uncertainly. She pulls back and looks up, then presses her index finger into his chest, her face stern.

“You need to get your shit together.” She tells him seriously.

Bradley frowns slightly.

“I mean it, Bradshaw - if you screw up this kid then I’ll personally hunt you down.”

His face softens as he understands what she’s talking about. He leans his head back and sighs, she steps away from him and pulls one of his t-shirts over her head.

“Her new boyfriend has his shit together,” Bradley mutters, reaching for his shorts and stepping into them. His head hangs low, he’s not meeting her gaze. “He’s a photographer, musician - he’s got a job lined up after graduation, here in the city with her. I’m going to be halfway across the country. Even if I was here… I’m starting to think he’d be a better dad than I would.”

“He probably would be.” Kenzie agrees. Bradley lifts his head and frowns at her. It’s harsh, but it’s what he needs to hear. “Well, I assume he would be. Because he’s with her, and you’re still being a little boy, screwing around.”

His lips part. He scrunches his brows together, hurt, “What am I supposed to do? - I can’t come between them, she would hate me.”

Kenzie sighs.

“I’m not telling you to come between them, idiot - because you’re right, she would hate you,” Kenzie explains herself. Bradley shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “But, she might start to trust you a little more if you grow up and stop hooking up with random girls.”

“You’re not rando-“

“Just prove to her that you can give her some stability. I’ve been saying this for months - you’re holding yourself back. Pull your head out of your ass, grow up.” She says sternly.

Bradley nods uncertainly.

“Okay. Now, don’t you dare text me unless it’s an invitation to the baby shower.”

His lips quirk slightly, he gives her a small nod. Kenzie pushes up onto her tiptoes and kisses her cheek, then leaves him.

Bradley spends all night thinking about what she said. He didn’t want to grow up. He wanted to be selfish. He spent twenty years trying to hold it together and be as good as he could for his mom, he didn’t go to the academy - he went to college, he cared for her when she was sick. Without complaint, and he would happily do it again. That’s why he never felt guilty for his behaviour recently.

He had begun to realise that it’s easy to be selfish.

After everything he had been through, Bradley figured he deserved the easy route.

But then he found out about the pregnancy, and he agreed to step up. It’s just that now, he’s starting to realise what that means.

He leans against the kitchen counter as Jake greets his guests. You arrive with Ryan and it’s clear that something’s wrong. Bradley’s brows furrow, your cheeks are flushed and slightly blotchy - you’ve been crying. You split off from Ryan and corner Jake as soon as you arrive.

Bradley watches. Jake doesn’t seem to pick up on it. He grins at you, hugs you, the two of you talk happily for a few minutes. Then, Jake takes the gift bag from you and you turn off towards the downstairs bathroom. He leaves his drink on the counter and follows after you.

“Slow down, hey - hey,” He calls to you. You groan and lean your head back, resting a hand against your abdomen as you slow down and turn to look at him. Bradley’s eyes fall down to your hand placement, then widen. He reaches out for you, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine! I just need to pee, really bad.” You shift impatiently on your feet, wondering how you’re going to take almost five more months of this.

“Is something up with you and Ryan? - You look upset.” Bradley says softly, stepping closer to you. You sigh.

“He thinks I’m lying to him, and I am, and I just feel like a fucking awful person. I need to tell him and I can’t do it. Okay? - Can I pee now?” You groan out, turning away from him before he gets a chance to answer. You lock the bathroom door behind you.

Bradley glances back over his shoulder, finding your boyfriend making himself a drink in the kitchen. He looks back at the bathroom door, and then makes his decision. All of this stress isn’t good for his baby. He’ll do the hard part for you.

He turns and walks into the kitchen, certain in his decision.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Bradley asks softly.

Ryan rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his drink, “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

As far as he’s concerned, your older brother’s friend has a crush on you and is trying to ruin what you have with him. Ryan doesn’t like Bradley and he isn’t going to pretend that he does.

Bradley narrows his eyes. He doesn’t like your boyfriend’s tone. Nor does he like the look in his eye as he glares at him.

There goes the plan to do this nicely. Bradley changes his mind on how he’s going to deliver this news.

“I was thinking that you and I should probably get to know each other a little bit better,” Bradley explains, leaning his hands against the counter. “Since we’ll probably be spending a lot of time together.”

Ryan scoffs quietly.

“How do you figure that?” He asks. He does not plan on spending any more time than absolutely necessary with Bradley Bradshaw. He’s just here because you asked him to be.

Bradley keeps his gaze on the party.

“Oh, you know — because of the baby.” He explains calmly, clearly. There’s no room for misinterpretation. Bradley makes sure that Ryan hears what he says.

Ryan stills. He pulls back and turns his head towards Bradley, brows scrunching together, in confusion and annoyance. He wants to smack that smug look off of Bradley’s face more than anything and he really isn’t a violent guy.

“What? — What baby?”

Bradley shrugs his shoulders and turns his head, stoic and far too confident for his own good, “Mine and your girlfriend’s.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Ryan stands up straighter and squares his shoulders. Even like that, Bradley’s still a head taller than him. Bradley’s ego soars as he stands upright and squares his shoulders in the same way, towering over Ryan.

“Oh no, she didn’t tell you?” Bradley says gently, lips quirking upward into a smirk. Ryan’s brows scrunch together. Bradley shrugs his broad shoulders, “She’s starting to show, man — I dunno how you haven’t noticed.”

Bradley says the last part lowly, stepping slightly closer to Ryan. He gets the reaction he wants, Ryan shoves hard at his chest. Bradley smiles at him, silently daring Ryan to make one wrong move here.

Jake, in the middle of a conversation, does a double take. His eyes widen slightly as he finds Bradley and Ryan in the kitchen, glaring at each other, their shoulders squared and their chests pressed together.

“Fuck, hold this.” Jake shoves his drink into someone else’s hands and rushes for the kitchen.

“You’re lying.” Ryan shakes his head, frowning. Bradley pulls his wallet from his front pocket and opens it. Ryan’s eyes land on the sonogram picture, his lips parting slightly. His heart sinks. His gaze flickers back up to Bradley’s. He sets his drink down on the counter and turns.

“Ryan, wait.” Jake sighs.

“Fuck this.” Ryan’s voice cracks slightly as he waves Jake off and heads for the door. Jake turns to Bradley and narrows his eyes at him seriously.

“We had a deal.” Jake whispers angrily.

Bradley shrugs his shoulders and sips at his beer, “He needed to know.”

…

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Late night drives

boyfriend!Karl x girlfriend!Reader

Genre: Smut.

Warnings!: sex in the backseat of his car, making out, hickeys, hair grabbing, he sucks on the reader boobs, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, cock riding, Karl cums in reader, dirty talking if you squint?

Summary: After streaming all the way to midnight, Karl asks his girlfriend, Y/n, if she wants to go on a late night drive with him to the gas station for some snacks. Unexpected happens in the parking lot of abundant building.

A sigh left your lips as you gaze between two snack, you didn't know which one to pick and it was starting to hurt your head. Getting frustrated, you walked over to your boyfriend, who was picking up his own snacks on the aisle behind you.

"Which one should I get? " you asked, catching his attention, holding up both of the snacks on the side of your face. "Get both, it's on me babe"he replied, grabbing your snacks to hold them for you.

"Let's go get something to drink, then we'll leave? " you said looking back at him, watching his eyes shoot back up immediately to face you. "Yeah sure" he stuttered a bit, trying to act like he wasn't just staring down your ass.

You didn't really take it on, this wasn't the first time you caught him looking at your ass. Walking over to the refrigerator section, your eyes glazed the different drinks that was separated into sections.

"What do you wanna drink babe? " you asked loud enough for him to hear from behind you. "I don't know, maybe a monster zero ultra" obviously, how could you forget about his monster addiction. (you didn't actually forget)

"What about you? " he asks looking over at you, who was busy thinking about what to get. "I think I'll just get a sprite" you replied, as you grabbed one of the sprite that was on it's shelf.

After getting everything you both wanted, he paid for it and grabbed the bag before you could, not letting you hold anything because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you carry the bags?

Taking your seat as the passenger princess, he started the car, waiting for the engine to start. While waiting, he placed his hand your thigh, squeezing it in the process.

After like a solid one minute, he took off back to his house. The ride to his house was a good twenty minute drive.

You felt his gaze on you between the ride, causing you to look back at him. "What? " you questioned, not saying anything he quickly swang the car next to an old building and taking off the engine.

"What are you doing? " confusion laced your voice and an eyebrow was propped.

"I want you so bad right babe"

He leaned down to your neck, scattering small pecks in your neck. "Right here like right now" you bit back a whimper, as he laced small kisses on your neck.

"Yes right here, right now" he gently suckled on your soft spot, causing your to moan out softly, your fingers softly combing through his hair.

"Fuck, come here baby" almost immediately, his hands reach down to your seatbelt, unbuckling it and pulling you into his lap.

His lips was instantly sealed with yours, pulling you into a steamy make out with him. His hands slide lower down to where your ass was, giving a hard squeeze.

That causing you to moan out, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tongue clashing against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

Pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva attaching to your lips, but neither of you cared. He made his way down your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan out his name, praising him which boasted him.

His hands tug at the end of your (his) hoodie, silently asking you for permission, in which you desperately nodded at him. He wasted no time into pulling it off of you and getting straight to work.

"Fuck" you whimpered out, as his tongue toyed your sensitive nipples. Threading your hand his hair, while he took your breast into his mouth, sucking like if you were his mother and he was your son. (I'm so sorry for this comparison)

"Get in the backseat, wanna eat you out" he says letting your nipples out of his mouth with a pop. Carefully, you climbed into the backseat with him following you right behind you.

As soon as you were in the backseat, he hurriedly pulled down your skirt and panties, desperate to taste you. Feeling the cold air greet you, you shut your legs close suddenly feeling a little shy as well.He chuckled at you, whispering how much he loved and how lucky he was.

You layed back on the seats, while he propped your right leg on his shoulder, leaving the other to slightly hang. You were now on full display for him to see all your corners and ends.

Leaning down to be on same level as your pussy, he held intense eye contact with you. The first swipe of his tongue, had you slightly squirming, it's been awhile.

Reaching down to grip his hair, while he slowly licked your clit cause experiences with his mouth tells you, you'd need something to grab onto.

A breathy moan left your throat, when he gently circled your bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. "Your so wet right now, all for me" he groaned against your clit, which escalated to you letting out quite a loud moan.

The wet noises he made from eating you out was to good to ignore. He desperately sucked hard on your clit, causing you to moan out and slightly pull on his hair. His fingers made they way to your entrance, pushing two in at the same time. The moans and whimpers that left you made him want to bury his head in between your thighs for the rest of his life without stopping.

His fingers pumped at a speedy pace inside of you, while he was mouth was never giving you a rest. "Fuck baby, eating me out so good" a sultry moan was followed from you, he moaned against your clit hearing you.

His tongue glided at a fast pace, flickering your sensitive bud. Feeling the familiar knot, you warned him. "Babe your g-gonna make me cum" by now tears of pleasure were welling your eyes, he was not stopping. Instead his fingers went faster and his mouth sucked in your clit.

Your legs started to shake, as your grip on his hair became harder, but he didn't care. Your moans were getting louder by the second.

Finally, hitting your high, you came, finishing off in his mouth. He pulled his fingers out of you, letting his mouth do the clean up now. You were breathless. His tongue softy glide to your hole, tasting all of of you.

Your fingers thread through his hair, as he placed a last kiss on your clit, before making his way back up to you. He kiss your jaw, before smashing his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He hurriedly pulled off his pants and boxers.

He sit up before pulling you up to sit on his lap, letting you feel his cock raw. You whined softly when he didn't slide in as yet. You wanted him in you. He laughed slightly at how impatient and cute you were wanting him in you.

Carefully, he reached down between you, grabbing his painfully hard cock, bringing it up to your entrance. Slowly, he slide the tip in earning a groan from you, slowly he slide the rest of his shaft in you.

Karl wasn't small, the first time you fucked, you were shocked seeing the 8 inch cock between his legs. So taking him in could be a challenge sometimes, not today though.

Your hands were wrapped around his neck and your face was pushed up on his shoulder, letting out small puffs of breath. His hands encircled your waist, holding you from moving around. He littered small kisses on your jaw, slightly reassuring you your doing ok.

Slowly you grind down your hips, feeling him so deep in you was making your head spin. "So deep" you whimpered out, his hands on your waist helping you grind down on him.

Without warning, you suddenly lifted your hips, before snapping them back down to meet his. A loud moan escaped from his throat from the impact, nails digging into the skin of your hips.

"Fuck baby, just like that" he says, helping you lift your hips again and slamming them down, harder this time. You moaned out, hands still on his shoulder, slowly you started riding him.

Trying to conceal your moans, you latch your lips onto his jaw, sucking and softy biting his skin. Your back arch painfully when the tip of his dick hit your weak spot. "Making me feel so good baby" he groaned out, hands helping you ride him faster, "so big Karl" you clenched down him. He groaned out feeling your tight walls around him, sucking him in so good.

A thin layer of sweat coated the your skins and the smell of sex was high. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the car, you were pretty sure it could be heard outside but neither of cared nor did you stop.

You grabbed his jaw turning him to face you, and smashing your lips against his. His left hand reached down to your ass, giving it a good smack. The impact made you gasp into the kiss, giving him access to push his tongue into your mouth.

He gripped your ass harshly, pounding deep into you from under you. You broke apart to kiss to catch your breath, you buried your head in his shoulder moaning his name.

"I'm gonna cum, babe fuck" you said breathless, hips still bouncing on him. "Me too, just keep riding me like this" he says breathless just like you. Can't expect him to breathe perfectly when a pussy like yours is wrapped around him, squeezing the life out of him.

"Yeah? You gonna cum from how tight my pussy is squeezing you? You love my pussy don't you" you chuckled, feeling him twitch in you. "Gonna cum" he let out a sultry moan, letting you know he's about to burst.

"Cumming for you, lover boy" you cried out, letting go and cumming all over him. You were sure you were gonna get marks from how tight he was gripping your waist, letting out his loads inside of you.

You both sat in silence, only panting was heard in the silent car. You could feel his dick getting soft in you as you desperately tried to catch your breath. The smell of sex and arousal was high in air.

You looked at him only to find him already looking you. "What? " you shyly asked, like you weren't just bouncing his junk. "I love you that's what" he responded, attacking you with a kiss to the lips.

Not like the intimate kiss you had like five minutes ago, this one was filled with love only. You kissed him back, smiling against his lips feeling lucky to have him. You broke apart the kiss and rested your forehead against his, "I love you too" you smiled at him in which he returned.

I hate this, but I feel like I spent way too much time on writing this, so why not post it. This wasn't a planned story, I just wrote what came to my mind as I went along each sentence.

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I'm not actually signing out, I just wanted a dramatic ending. Anyways love all the support I'm getting, love you guys <33.

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 8 months

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You're waiting for a train...(15)

Come Back To Reality

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Y/n and Cobb are finally able to come back to reality. But Y/n worries if her and Robert in the dream was just that; a dream.

word count - 1.6k

warnings - just way too much fluff!

a/n - why am I actually getting sad how close we are to the end! I know this one feels like the end but we've still got one more chapter left ;)

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3…2…1.

My eyelids fluttered open with the weight of a thousand hours. My body laced with grogginess. I crack my bones and felt the comfort of the plane seat under me.

I smiled.

We did it.

I giggled.

I turned to my side and greeted each member with giddiness. We all sat back and relished in success.

I felt a hand grip my shoulder from behind. I turned to see Arthur shooting me a wink. I placed my hand over his and squeezed it in acceptance.

I looked over and failed to meet Robert’s own gaze as he was locked in contemplation. I realised his mind must be flooded, the overcrowding shocking his sense into silence.

But my eyes trained on my father’s still sleeping form. My breath stuck in my throat. His eyes fluttered ever so softly and when they finally opened, they were tired enough for a lifetime. But they were still bright. And they still pleaded love once they landed on my form. As I squirmed about in my seat unable to hide my excitement. He laughed at the freedom of my movements.

Saito followed soon after. He reached into his jacket to pull out his phone.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

I stood by my father in the queue for passport control. The others had separated off but we stayed together.

His hand slipped into my mine and gave it an affirming grip.

He was next in line.

He turned to me, his face flushed as he was about to divulge everything he could, fearing this could be his last chance. Saito could have screwed him. The clearance may not have been successful.

He struggled to find the words so I decided to help him out.

“I guess you’re healed now. Whatever happened down there it was definitely some form of catharsis.”

“For you and me both.” He breathlessly laughed out.

“I don’t know about that.” His face fell at my sad tone. “I’m gonna need some time. A lot of things have happened down there. I just don’t think I can do it yet.”

“I understand.” He delivered a swift kiss to my hairline. But pulled away with his hand still clasped around mine. “But now we’ve got all the time we need. We’re not running against the clock anymore.” A tear escaped in relief. But I brushed it away before I became noticeable.

“Next.” Was shouted down our line. Dad nervously looked to the awaiting officer. We came together in as miniscule a hug as we could muster before he was sent along first.

He offered up his passport and the officers eyes passed over it intensely. A minute drudged on. We never stopped for a single gasp.

“Welcome to America, Mr Cobb.” His passport was stamped and shoved back to him across the counter. I could see my dad’s frame melt and relax. He moved on more spritely than I’d ever seen. This meant it was my turn and as I approached no worries plagued me. But as my passport was shoved back to me, I remembered there was still just one. And he currently stood at the desk to the side of me.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

I shucked my suitcase off of the carousel. I slowly paced my way back down to the exit, following my dad’s silhouette.

I passed each member and acknowledged them with minute appreciation.

I nodded at Yusuf.

I waved at Ariadne.

I winked at Eames.

I smiled at Arthur.

But I was struck in my place when I saw Robert waiting for his own bag. His eyes were locked on his phone but they briefly flitted up just enough to recognise my frame. Fearfully, I scampered to the side. Taking solace behind Arthur’s frame. He looked down at me and couldn’t help but giggle.

He looked up to Robert. He then nodded in understanding.

He turned around and gripped me by the arms so I couldn’t run from what he was about to say.

“We both know what you promised yourself, but we both know how you feel. After everything,” He trailed off and looked over to where Robert was searching for my frame in the crowd. “I think you finally need to take something for yourself” He patted my shoulder and then unceremoniously shoved me towards Robert. I stilled but then ran back to place one last kiss on Arthur’s cheek.

Well I guess there was no turning back now.

I skipped up hoping speed would remove my desire to turn back. I tapped his shoulder and he turned around.

“I just wanted to say I heard about your father and I wanted to offer my sympathy. You must miss him?”

Our eyes finally met unadulterated and we both were allowed to show as much desire as we could.

“Have we met? You look awfully familiar.” The question no longer filled me with dread. I tucked my hair behind my ear and giggled at his dulcet tone.

“I’d like to think I’d remember someone like you.” I flirted back. He laughed but his eyes still raked mine for familiarity. I shook out to start again. “The plane. I was the wall you crashed into.” He laughed in memory and seemed to relax upon this declaration.

“Robert Fischer.” He held out his hand and I shook it. I couldn’t believe how soft his skin was. “But seeing as you already mentioned my father you already knew that so forget what I said it was stupid.” He broke his hand away and mimicked shooing. His body was racked with nerves. So I clasped his hand once again.

“Y/n Cobb. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He breathed out through a smile. “Beautiful.” He whispered before his mind could catch up.

“I’m sorry?” I questioned, thinking I had misheard.

“Oh sorry it’s just that I think you’re very beautiful but there were more eloquent ways to express it.” He once again began to flap his hands about. He seemed embarrassed but I found it endearing.

“Anyways it was lovely to meet you.” I declared and quickly turned, secretly hoping he would stop me.

“Wait!” Told you. “Can I get your number?”

I turned back around but didn’t stop walking as I shouted back.

“I gave you my name. If you’re as powerful as you look you’ll find me by tomorrow.”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

I caught up to my dad as he conversed with grandad. I fidgeted as I approached, nervous about meeting his eyes for the first time in years. Instead he took my hands away from their movement and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Tears burst out and it was the only conversation I needed.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

We arrived back to the home I had struck from my memory. Fearing it would sting too much.

We both got out, our steps tipping on the edge.

The walk inside felt a lifetime and it seemed the buzzing of life resumed within my mind once again.

We stood as strangers in our own living room. My eyes flitted over every surface to commit it to my mind.

Grandad approached the garden.

“James! Philippa!”

The two innocent frames finally turned from their play and I laughed through tears when I got to meet their beautiful eyes once again.

They ran forward. Jumping into the awaiting arms of their father and sister. James launched into me whilst my dad swung Philippa around. I sunk my head into James’ neck and just relished in feeling him close. We eventually swapped and I offered Philippa the piggy backs she had loved. She began playing with my hair from behind, slicking it through into loose braids. But she gave up and instead felt she’d be more at peace with her arms locked tightly around my neck and her cheek next to mine.

A thousand photographs could never capture the love of that single moment.

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I awoke and stretched in the sheets that had been left since my last day. They had been washed, obviously, but grandma had tried to keep my room as untouched as possible.

My bones melted from the deepest sleep I had ever had. For the first time I had slept unaided and it had cured every ache in my chest.

Suddenly my door was thrown open and I looked up in time to see James launch himself onto body. He cuddled into my side and I threw my arms around him, squeezing him.

“Good morning, Jamesy.”

“There’s a man here.” His voice, ladened with sleep, informed. I tensed.

“He’s got a really fancy car and suit and he asked for you.”

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My bare feet plodded across the cold wooden floor. I shuddered in my shorts and tank top. I opened the door. And there I was greeted with Robert, in his perfectly tailored suit, stood in front of his car, that I am assuming he didn’t drive himself due to the man stood to the side.

A smile brushed across his face when I finally entered his sight.

“Do you have any idea how many Y/n Cobbs there are in L.A.?” He declared with perfect practise.

“Well, I didn’t want to make it easy for you.” I teased back whilst carefully making my way to him across the stones.

We were now inches apart. Just gazing into each other.

“So did I pass the test? Am I powerful enough to take you out on a date?” He toyed using my previous taunt. I blushed under his intense gaze. My hair fell in front of my face but he carefully brushed it back behind my ear.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked and he smiled so brightly.

From inside the house my dad watched on from the kitchen window. His morning coffee clasped in his hand. Like me, his previous attire was forgone for a soft pyjama top and checkered pants. He looked onto his daughter but once he recognised the light which oozed from her frame, he merely relented, well as much as any father can, and smiled.

“You would’ve been proud of her, Mal.”

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Jill Valentine lactation fic

I love Jill, she’s so caring T^T I came up with some science bullshit as to why Jill can breastfeed reader. Let’s get into it!

Jill has always been a caring and nurturing girlfriend to you. She just wants to take care of you. When she saved you during the Raccoon City incident, she felt a motherly instinct to protect you. Considering Jill has always been married to her job, it was a new and frightening experience to feel so much love for another person that quickly. Jill had never been in such an open relationship, but… She was hiding an aspect of her life from you.

After Jill was infected with the virus… Her body changed in a lot of ways. She was so freaked out when she realized she was lactating! The first time her breasts began to trickle milk, you were literally right in front of her. She quickly distracted you by giving you some task while she ran to the bathroom and figured out what the fuck she was going to do.

Thankfully, Jill is friends with one of the best medics she knows, Rebecca Chambers.

The spritely woman was able to offer recommendations for supplements that Jill could take to reduce lactation. They’re not always foolproof, but it’s better than nothing.

As Jill has has grown disenchanted with the long missions and life-or-death decisions of her job, she finds that her perspective is shifting. She wants to spend all of her time with you so she can care for you and make sure you’re okay. She also has… Begun to really long for you to nurse from her. She hides her face in her hands, embarrassed, when she thinks about it, but… It just seems like the most natural thing for you two. She’s always mothered you, but… This would be an entirely new experience. It makes her excited to think of all of the possibilities that could be in store.

You looked to Jill like she was a savior when you first met her. You always crave her approval and look to her for guidance. You tend to have some separation anxiety while Jill is away, but she doesn’t know just how bad it is.

Whenever you are feeling down or stressed, Jill wraps her arms around you and holds you close, softly stroking your hair and whispering words of comfort. Her warmth and affection always make you feel better, like nothing in the world can harm you when you’re in her arms.

Jill often makes you your favorite meals, taking the time to carefully prepare and cook each dish to perfection. She loves watching you savor every bite, knowing that she’s made you happy.

One day, as you cuddle together on the couch, Jill noticed that you seemed a little tense and on edge. She leaned over and kissed your forehead, then asked, “Hey, what’s going on, baby? You seem stressed.”

You sigh, feeling a little embarrassed to admit your worries. “I don’t know, I guess I’m just feeling a little anxious about everything going on in the world right now. It’s all just so overwhelming sometimes.”

Jill nods in understanding, her eyes warm and reassuring. “I get it, baby. It’s okay to feel scared. But I want you to know that you don’t have to face it alone. I’m here for you, always.”

You smile thankfully now, feeling a little lighter. “I know. And I’m so grateful for you, Jill. You always know how to make me feel better.” You tell her.

Jill’s expression softens even further, and she pulls you into a tight hug. “I love you, you know that? And I want to take care of you.” She tells you and kisses your head.

As she holds you and you enjoy her cuddles, you feel a sudden hunger pang as your tummy growls loudly. Your cheeks burn at this.

“I’m guessing you haven’t eaten dinner yet.” She surmises with a smile.

You giggle nervously at this. “Yeah…” You say and turn away guiltily.

“Did you not like the leftovers I had in the fridge, baby? They were made with love.” She teases lightly and gently guides your face to look at her, kissing your cheek.

“Hehe… I, um… Get kinda anxious when you’re not here. I usually can’t eat until… You get back.” You admit and hide your face in her chest.

Jill’s heart breaks at hearing this. She holds you closer. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. Do you want me to feed you now?” She asks. This might be just the right time to bring up her wish to breastfeed you. She can already feel her breasts beginning to leak as her body processes that her little one is hungry. It’s now or never, she supposes.

You smile. “No, you don’t have to cook me anything.” You tell her. “I just want to snuggle.” You say and lie your head back on her chest.

Jill clears her throat, nervously. She’s just going to have to spit this out. She begins rubbing your back which calms her a lot. Here goes nothing. “Umm… Baby? There’s another way I can feed you.”

You furrow your brow at this and pull back to look at her. “Take out?” You guess.

Jill can’t help but laugh at the sweet look on your face as you tilt your head in confusion. “No, baby… I…” Jill sighs and pushes on. “Y/N, I can breastfeed you… If you want me to, that is!” She holds up her hands in a placating manner. “Only if you want me to.” She repeats… Damn. Being in S.TA.R.S., The B.S.A.A., and the Army never felt nearly as nerve-wracking as this conversation. It is a testament to how important you are and her unconditional love for you.

You feel a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Really? You can do that?” You ask. Is that why her chest is so… Ample? You shake your head to clear it of that particular thought. Focus on the actual situation, Y/N!

Jill’s cheeks burn at your question. “I, uh, well… I noticed that I started… Err, well… Lactating after I got infected.” She stammers.

Your eyes go wide. You… Had no idea. How could you have missed this?!

Jill sees the alarm on your face as the obvious questions swirl around in your head. “I had been taking special supplements to suppress it for my job, but… I am done with all of these crazy missions. I want to be home with you more. And… I was hoping you might be open to the idea?” She says shyly.

You’re silent for a bit as you think on Jill’s words.

Jill begins to sweat the longer you don’t talk.

Finally, you clear your throat and gaze back into her eyes. “You’d do that for me?” You ask, in disbelief of her generosity.

Jill nods, her eyes soft and loving. “Of course, baby. I want to nourish and comfort you in every way possible.” She says, blushing a bit. “Especially now that I know you’re not eating.” She jokes and tweaks your nose, making you giggle happily. She’s so excited to try and nurse you.

You feel your mouth water (For a different reason than usual) as Jill takes her shirt off and her bra. When she softly holds the back of your head and offers you her breast, you are a little nervous, but also deeply touched. You latch on tentatively at first, but as the warm, sweet milk flows into your mouth, you feel a sense of calm and contentment wash over you. This feels amazing on your empty stomach.

Jill gasps as you suckle more. It feels so good to have you drink. Her sore breasts are grateful for the relief. Jill holds you close and guides your head back to her chest while you suckle. She murmurs soft words of encouragement and love as you feed. It’s a very unusual moment, but also one of deep trust and connection. You have… Never felt closer to her.

After you finish, Jill holds you close, stroking your hair and rocking you back and forth until you fall asleep in her arms. As you drift off, you feel gratitude and love towards the woman who had become your girlfriend, your protector, and your caretaker.

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occasionallyprosie · 2 months

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Devotion - Chapter 7: "Started Young"

Dev finds an old friend, who apparently had spent the entirety of the war in a battle on another plane of existence with himself… or rather, eight other versions of himself.

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Dev sensed him. Finally, that faded divine courage came into his senses and he whirled around and was running.

"There you are!" He nearly slid across the ground as he found the kid, dropping to one knee in front of him as he held his face and checked him for injuries on instinct. "Where have you been?! Are you alright? There's so much dark residue on you!"

The kid, the hero and spirit of the Four Sword, barked out a slightly strained laugh. "I don't even know, Dev. I'm so, so confused."

Dev grew concerned before it hit him. He let out a small noise of relief. "The timelines merged, kid," he said gently, and the kid startled.

"They what? There was multiple?!"

"Three, and you remember how I told you there was a spirit that inhabited my sword before me?" The kid nodded. "She's back because she didn't die in the other timelines."

The kid's jaw dropped. "IS THAT WHY I'VE SPENT THE LAST —HOWEVER LONG FIGHTING EIGHT OTHER VERSIONS OF MYSELF?!“

Dev winced. "Probably."

He stared at him. "What the—Okay. Okay this is fine. Just..." he held his 'breath' and Dev watched him slowly calm down. "Right," the kid looked at him again, "what did I miss?

"Want to come meet the new hero?" Dev asked. "We just ended a war."

"You what."

"His name is Link, so we really need to get you a nickname, kid."

"I—Fine."

"Rainbow? Prism? Spectrum?"

"Do not call me Rainbow," he threatened. "Spectrum is fine."

"Great."

A beat passed.

"I cannot believe you fought a war without me."

"There it is."

Dev was leading Spectrum to meet Link, only to see a dauntingly familiar portal and Link disappearing through it.

It shut almost the moment Dev saw it. It took everything in Dev to trust that his Sprite was right, that it was okay, that it'd be fine.

"What was that?" Spectrum questioned.

"That... That was a portal," Dev said a bit shakily. "A temporal one, time magic. It... I've seen it before, it either takes the hero, returns them, or brings monsters. Want to go hunt some oddly strong monsters?"

Spectrum blinked and stared at him. "That's an option? Absolutely."

Soon enough, a couple years later, Link returned and he had a knowing look in his eyes when he came back. He grinned when he met Spectrum. A few days later, he'd made a passing comment on Dev being a hero when they were alone.

"I'm no hero." Dev chuckled when Link said it.

"Really?" Link challenged, looking over at him. "Labyrnna, Holodrum, Hytopia? None of those rings a bell?"

Dev hummed slightly. "Oh, they ring bells." He stood up, and he saw Link raise an eyebrow with a bit more gall than Dev was used to from him. "Yes, a very, very long time ago, I was a hero. I was born Hylian, called to save the world, got a sword, and a triangle on the back of my hand. Then I killed the incarnate of evil, and I did it again. Yes, once upon a time, I was a hero. But I'm not a hero anymore."

"Not anymore?" Link prodded, seemingly a bit confused.

Dev just laughed softly. "Kit, I'm millennia old. I've seen Hyrule rise to its golden age, fall into decay, and it is still trying to rebuild itself. I've watched friends and family live, die, and be born again. My time as a hero ended the moment I became a spirit. That doesn't mean I'll stand aside, I still fight, but I am here to protect and guide you." He tapped Link's chest. "You, and other kids like Mask and Tune. Heroes who are still heroes, who have lives to live. I. Am. No. Hero. And by the mercy of the goddesses, I never will be again."

Link caught his wrist. "Dev, you're a hero to me. And to all of Hyrule."

"Let me live my retirement in peace," Dev teased lightly. "You may be a little lion with all that energy, pride, and strength to protect those you love, but let me just be a guide and helper, not a hero. I did my time."

Link stared at him and there was sadness in his eyes. "Okay," he said softly, letting go of his wrist. "Yeah, okay."

Link died of old age. Dev was a face amongst the masses and Spectrum tugged his arm to lead them from the funeral.

Fi wanted to go dormant, so Dev let her. He refused to do the same.

He and Spectrum went out to explore, slaying monsters and forging something new, building magical weapons and jewelry then Dev ended up having to carry.

They went out to other countries, Dev knew he'd sense the birth of the next hero, Fi said they would, and they explored the far reaches of the world.

Thousands of years passed, and they came back just in time.

There was no hero in this cycle. Well, there was, but...

A six-year-old child tugged his sleeve. "Can I go home now?"

A great calamity was about to befall Hyrule and though there were guardians and a princess with Zelda's sealing power learned and ready, the hero was a tiny child.

He and Spectrum shared a look.

"Link?" Dev knelt by the boy. "Thank you so much for meeting us. Go home now, we just wanted to say hi." The parents were crying, they knew the fate their son had been called to, but Dev wasn't about to let a six-year-old fight this battle.

Little Link lit up and ran back to his parents. Fi murmured to Dev about it, but they had long since handled any differences in their methods a while ago.

"I'll do it," Spectrum said as they headed toward the castle.

"You'll have to. Have fun," Dev said as he took Spectrum's hand and transformed.

Spectrum went to the castle and the guards let him through. A green and blue tunic, bright red hair, a violet sash around his waist and matching ribbon in his hair to hold the long locks back, Spectrum marched up to the throne room and he knelt in the center of the room.

In the end, it was a quick and simple fight. Over before it was finished.

Dev disagreed with the decision to just seal the darkness; he would have much rather destroyed it.

Spectrum agreed, but neither were allowed back into the castle after the battle.

Little Link grew up happily, not a single other calling to adventure took place. Dev and Spectrum made sure of that.

Ten thousand years passed before the next one happened.

Dev had let Fi win for the past five thousand years. While Spectrum went off and did goddesses know what, Fi and Dev fell dormant within the Korok Forest beneath the protection of the Great Deku Tree.

He roused when a presence approached and was instantly aware of the thick darkness in the air. It was coming back and...

The boy who drew him was no older than twelve. He stopped Fi from even testing the boy, he saw the fear but also clear determination, not in an arrogant way, but this boy had come here, gotten through the Lost Woods, and was trying to draw the sword because he had to. Dev could see it, Fi faltered near immediately and they went willingly.

"He looks like you," Fi said. "You came to me just like that, scared, but determined. I knew you wouldn't take no for an answer, not because you wanted to wield me, but because you knew you had to."

Dev had made a slightly affirming sound. This kid already had the weight of the world on his shoulders... and Dev had every intention of lightening that load as much as he could.

"You're not bad," Dev said after Link beat a guard in a fight and was left to train alone. Link didn't talk and Dev was invisible to everyone but his wielder. "Incredible for your age, actually."

He stood beside Link, who gave him a curious look as he pulled out a fire rod and held it like a sword.

"Copy my moves," he told him. Link nodded and Dev guided him through battle techniques long forgotten to the people of Hyrule. He taught him how to execute a spin attack, how to do a downward thrust, and many other things. He taught him to fight with precision.

Link was a natural, a born fighter, and after a point, Dev started teaching him other things.

The boy was isolated from everyone, partially but not wholly by his own choice. The princess whom he had to protect outright hated him, then the champions who he was meant to fight alongside were distant from the boy that Dev got to know. Mipha was closest, and Daruk tried, but Revali drove Link deeper into his corner purposely and Urbosa did it accidentally due to her protectiveness over Zelda.

Dev would sit with Link in his quarters, coaching him through peaceful things. He taught him to knit and to sew. He taught him how to crochet too, then how to dye wool. He taught him how to cook in the kitchens, and how to cook over a campfire. He took Link out to the forests one night and taught him how to forage and make food good for eating. He taught the twelve-year-old boy how to read, horrifying himself with the knowledge that literacy and education wasn't the standard even in the most rural parts of Hyrule anymore.

Link opened up to him.

He'd grin and giggle and even sometimes quietly ask questions or make an almost sassy comment. Dev was determined to get the kid out of his shell just a bit more.

Then it struck. After accompanying the princess to the base of Mount Lanayru and to as far as an underaged individual could go, after coming down to the base of the mountain, and then the sky lit up red.

Not a day later, in the twilight before dawn, Dev was feeling his magic drain to a point it had only once before.

He poured his magic into Link, into Fi, the former managing to stand up again and the latter giving her all to keep him alive. Even for all that, even after destroying dozens of guardians, Link couldn't do it.

The Master Sword chipped, it cracked, and Link couldn't quite stand back up.

The power of the Triforce saved him from immediate death. Fi and Dev panicked, and they had Zelda put Link in the Shrine of Resurrection.

They lasted long enough for Zelda to ask them to give Link the memory of her leaving them in the forest. After that, it all faded and for the second time, Dev was forced into dormancy as he had drained himself completely just to keep one boy alive. Something he had done thousands of years ago... and had failed.

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certified-ni-ki-lover · 7 months

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Hwachae at 3AM

SEVENTEEN Hoshi Oneshot

Hoshi's craving hwachae so you guys decide to have a little 3AM date.

Word Count: 526

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You woke up from your sleep by the noises coming from downstairs. You noticed your boyfriend was not in bed next to you & you could notice the glow of the lights from the living room. You got up & walked down the stairs, squinting your eyes at the sudden brightness.

You saw your boyfriend, wide awake putting on his coat & shoes. He noticed your presence & looked up "Sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked softly. You nodded your head walking up to him. "Where are you going?" you asked upset he was just leaving you in bed without him, your cuddle buddy. "I woke up & was craving hwachae & realized we didn't have some stuff, so I was going to head out & get them," he spoke. You had never tried hwachae, but it seemed your boyfriend & almost everyone you knew liked it. Since he wasn't going to be back in bed anytime soon, you decided to go with him. You quickly went back up & grabbed one of Hoshi's hoodies & put your hair in a bun. When you came down, he was there waiting for you. You put your shoes on & locked the door & headed out. Since it was pretty late & it was close to winter, it was colder than usual, so Hoshi grip on your hand was a little tighter than usual to warm it up. "You're going to love it!" Hoshi said excitedly describing how delicious the fruit-flavored punch was. To which you just smiled at your adorable boyfriend.

You both made it to some tiny supermarket, the only one that was open at this time. You both walked hand-in-hand in the empty supermarket. The cashiers looked like they wanted to go home. You followed Hoshi & got everything you needed. Then went to the counter to pay & go home with everything you got. While the cashier was scanning all your items, Hoshi decided it would be a good moment to leave a kiss on your cold cheek, to which the cashier rolled her eyes at you.

You both made it back home & Hoshi was so excited to finally get his hwachae. You couldn't help but giggle at your cute boyfriend. You emptied out the bags & laid them out on the counter. Hoshi began cutting the watermelon into hearts using a cookie cutter & you began washing & cutting the other fruits. Once the fruits were prepared, you brought out a big bowl & dumped in ice, then the watermelon along with other fruits like blueberries, raspberries, dragon fruit & pineapple. Then you poured in the strawberry-flavored milk and then the Sprite. Then mixed everything together. Once you were done, Hoshi wanted you to have the first bite, & you had got to admit it was super delicious & refreshing. You both spent the rest of the night laughing & talking while eating the rest of it. & then finally at almost 5AM went with a full belly, you both went back into bed where Hoshi held you close & you both cuddled to sleep till late afternoon that day.

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I had written this while eating hwachae myself at like 3AM😭

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the-untamed-soul · 2 years

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I swear the world stays still

A/N: just an idea I have been playing with for the past week. I have not written in over six years so pardon the quality. I am not sure how many parts this will be or when I will update next. I have a few smaller pieces dancing around that may get completed first.

Pairing: Iceman x Y/N

Music: Jon Langston - When It Comes To Loving You

Rating: Mild cursing but otherwise free of smut

Summary: Y/N is Carole Bradshaw’s younger sister who is a 14N in the United States Air Force. On leave following a grueling deployment, y/n is happy to be with her family and spend time soaking up the sun in California. What Y/N didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt for Lt. Tom “ICEMAN” Kazansky.

PART I

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!” the steady chant broke through a pleasant dream and an excited grip shook the last remnants of sleep from y/n.

“I swear to god you better be dying Carole!” With a voice thick with sleep, y/n looked over at her sister with a tired but exasperated look on her face.

“It’s time! We have an hour to get to the airport! You’re lucky I didn’t send Bradley to come wake you up instead. Now, up you get! Pancakes and sunny California awaits!”

The excited look on her sister’s face caused the anger within y/n to drain away and a slow smile to creep across her face. She couldn’t blame her older sister - it had been months since she had last seen her husband. Now they were just a car ride to the airport and plane ride away from reuniting with her brother-in-law.

“Auntie y/n/n! Huwry up! Momma says I can’t have any pancakes because you’re still in bed!”

It’s going to be a long day she thought before crawling out of bed. “I’m coming gosling! You better not eat my blueberries!”

Y/n couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped her lips or the instinctive twist that caused pops to be heard from her back. Despite being all of sixty inches, plane rides were never a comfortable experience. She couldn’t wrap her mind around how Nick could sit in a cockpit for hours. She’d throw in the towel in the first ten minutes of flight.

“Momma do you see him? Is he here yet?” Bradley tugged insistently on Carole’s pants, standing on the tips of toes as he searched for his dad amongst the bustling crowd of people. His scrunched up face of concentration caused y/n to laugh softly before snagging her nephew and placing him on her shoulders. “I may not be the tallest gosling but maybe this will help. Has target been acquired SQUIRT01?”

“Negative SQUIRT02…wait wait! I see him! Auntie! Momma! He’s here!”

The excited squeaks and kicks against her shoulder brought about an eye roll from y/n and a wet laugh from Carole.

“I see him baby. I see him.” Brown eyes met blue before the indistinguishable figure of Lt. Nick “Goose” Bradshaw cut cleanly through the crowd and swept his wife into his arms. “Daddy!” Bradley crowed before he too was snagged from y/n and held tightly against Goose’s chest alongside his mother.

“And so, the flock has reunited” a dry voice commented beside y/n which caused her to glance over at Pete “MAVERICK” Mitchell who had joined in watching the heartwarming scene.

“Isn’t that used for dogs and sheep?” Y/n questioned only to be met with a deadpan stare. “Way to ruin the moment Sprite.”

Y/n immediately smacked the pilot, a scowl gracing her face as she heard the detested nickname. Goose and Maverick had graciously dubbed her Sprite after a disastrous day at the park that included alcohol, an errant tree, glitter and a family sworn to secrecy.

“And to think I missed you. I thought we swore that name was never going to be mentioned again?”

“No. You threatened Goose and I but I distinctly remember no promises being made. Little sisters deserve to be teased. I still think Hobgob-“

“Pete, I swear to god if you finish that sentence Goose is going to need a new pilot.”

With a laugh, Maverick danced away from a red-faced y/n and darted over to his RIO. She could only shake her head fondly as Maverick twirled Carole around before stealing Bradley from his father’s arms.

God, I missed this she thought before heading over to give her brother-in-law a proper hello (which may or may not have included a wet willy and being chased across baggage claim)

“So how are you enjoying TOP GUN?”

After checking into lodging and taking a much-needed shower, y/n was quick to make an escape with Maverick in order to give her sister time alone with her husband and son.

Maverick had brought her to a bar known as the Hard Deck and they had settled into seats at the bar. At 8pm, the place was relatively packed and crawling with people both in and out of uniform. Smoke lingered in the air, threaded with the scent of heavy perfume and aviator ego. Y/n and Maverick had been silently waiting for their drinks when she finally voiced her question.

She watched as a smirk played across Maverick’s lips and mirth dance in his eyes as he responded, “We’re the best. Plain and simple. Trophy is all but ours. How about you? How’s work? Sure, you’re not regretting not joining the greatest branch there ever was, Sprite?”

Y/n snorted, absentmindedly bringing her rum and coke to her lips for a sip before she answered. “I’m choking on the ego Mav. I swore I heard Goose mention something about being in second place to Carole.” Seeing the mock affronted look starting to appear and a playful hand pressing against his chest, y/n spoke again “My work has been fine. My boss has this annoying habit to put the most frustrating puzzles in front of me but I wouldn’t change it for the world. Not even to join the Navy - you know the Air Force is the superior branch. You’re just upset because I refuse to be your intel officer and think the Air Force jets are better!”

Before Maverick could respond, a voice came from being y/n and caused heat to flush across her cheeks. “Did I overhear correctly Mitchell? You really shouldn’t try to pick up women by saying you’re the best. Really, it’s a step down from serenading to them at the bar.”

Y/n hardly acknowledge the way Maverick’s face darkened nor how quickly he jumped from the stool to confront the person standing behind her. Her attention was focused on the hint of aftershave and mint that filled her nose, the electrifying feel of a hard chest just barely skimming against her arm and the hand that loosely draped itself across the back of her seat. Slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes drifted up as her neck cranes to meet a pair of aviators set upon a striking face. I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

“Kazansky! Where’s Slider to roll out the red carpet? Finally figured out you’re not as infallible as claimed?” The sound of Maverick’s voice broke y/n from her stupor and caused her to yank her gaze back to her friend. She felt the tension in the air and placed her drink back on the bar to prevent Maverick from using it as a weapon. Rum was a bitch to get out of white clothes.

“Before I choke on testosterone, I’m going to make a tactical retreat over…..there. See ya boys! Don’t do anything I would do.” Y/n hopped off the stool, instantly regretting it as it brought her closer to Kazansky’s chest and made her that more aware of how tall he was. She barely reached his pectorals but instead of feeling threatened, she couldn’t help the sense of safe that drained the tension from her shoulders. That would be a thought for later.

Nodding to Maverick, y/n escaped through a gap in the crowd. Before disappearing completely, she tossed one last look over her shoulder and grey meet blue. In that instant, y/n realized she would be seeing him again.

#top gun #iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #tom kazansky x reader #i dont know what im doing

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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Stan Bowes (Evan Peters in Pose) x Fem!Reader Smut - “Your Mother’s Boyfriend” 1/2 (18+)

now who thinks of these things but me, it’s 4.30 in the morning guys I have problems.

CW: age gap (but reader is NOT!!!!! a minor), fingering, oral (f receiving), squirt, overstimulation

Words: 2468

It's been a month since your mother found a new boyfriend while working at reception for the Trump Organisation. He was a rich, successful, young business man, and she took all his phone calls, arranged his meetings and brought him hot coffee every morning. There must of been some kind of spark ignited in that office, because now there was an extra addition to movie nights on Fridays.

He also came over for dinner every second night, your mother working a day just as long as his, but still cooking him a meal as a token of her love.

She was head-over-heels for Stan Bowes, but only as soon as he started contributing to your house's rent. You knew their relationship was superficial, a sugary exchange, and it worked well for them. That was until Stan Bowes set his eyes on you, a younger, tighter, more spritely version of your mother. You noticed, and being the tease you were, decided you'd torture your unofficial stepdad by wearing short skirts for your family dinners. It didn't settle well with Stan, he was always adjusting the tent in his pants, and coughing loudly to try and distract your mother while you bent over the dining table to retrieve things that actually weren't too far away.

The night started just like any other night, your mother slaving behind the stove, Stan seated at the kitchen counter with the newspaper in hand. You decided you'd sit on the sofa with your legs crossed, watching the Magnavox colour television.

"Y/N, dinner is ready!"

You got up, adjusting the hem of your skirt and striding to the dining table in your crew socks. Stan moved to sit at the head of the dining table, awaiting cutlery and a warm plate to be set out in front of him. You did so begrudgingly, taking the opportunity to lean over him a little too close so your cleavage skimmed his shoulder. There was already a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead, and you hadn't even started yet.

Your mother served Stan a big plate, setting the rest on the table for you to help yourself to. You only took a small portion, before sitting directly adjacent to Stan. He flashes you a small smile, loosening his tie as you twirled a strand of your hair around your pointer finger.

"Stan honey? Did you end up getting that message I left for you? From Mr Bromley?" Your mother made light conversation whilst seated opposite you, serving her own food.

"Yeah baby, thanks for that," Stan answered shortly, his pet name for her making you gag silently.

"How was your day sweetheart?" Your mother turned to you, after swallowing her first mouthful of carrot quarters.

"Good Ma, but I got dress coded at school again, they said my bra straps were showing and my skirt is too short," you fake pouted as you revealed your news, Stan's eyes widening at your confession.

"What did I tell you about wearing proper uniform Y/N, we're paying good money to send you to that school," your mother shook her head before looking back down at her plate, carving the chicken into small squares.

"Sorry Ma, it won't happen again," you reply, grabbing your cup of juice from the table and taking the straw in your mouth. You locked eyes with Stan as you hollowed your cheeks, moaning softly as the juice hit your taste buds. Stan let out one of his infamous coughs, your mother affectionately patting him on the back as if he was choking. Maybe he was, but it wasn't on the food.

You decided to take it a step further tonight, your socked foot reaching out and rubbing against his pant leg. You felt him tense up, focused only on the contact you made with his leg. You stifled a laugh as he dropped his fork on his plate, obviously flustered.

"Are you alright?" Your mother asked Stan, taking his hand in hers and holding it. He only nodded in response, swallowing thickly as your foot only travelled higher up his leg. You finally touched his raging erection, Stan responding by pushing back his chair with the backs of his knees and standing up.

"Stan!" Your mother cried, as he bunched his cloth napkin from his lap and tossed it onto his empty plate.

"The dinner was beautiful baby, I'm going to use the restroom," he excused himself politely, turning and heading up the stairs to use the ensuite bathroom.

Your mother looked at you, only shrugging your shoulders in response as if you didn't understand why he was acting strange. She let out a long sigh, collecting the plates and taking them to the kitchen. You helped her, cleaning the dining table and drying the plates as she washed them in the sink.

"Don't worry about Stan Ma, he must be in a mood," you console her as she throws the dish rag into the sink.

"I guess you're right sweetheart, go to bed, I'll see you in the morning," she said, leaving a kiss on your temple as you bid her goodnight. For a moment you felt bad for provoking Stan, but then you remembered the transactional nature of their relationship and how wrong Stan was for getting worked up over you, and the care dissipated.

You lay in your bed, in only your lace panties. You found yourself thinking about Stan, and something inside you flipped. His obvious fluster and the bulge in his slacks relayed in your mind. His fingers, his undeniably handsome face, his lean body and how it might look under his suit. The fact that it was your mother's boyfriend, although it shouldn't, had your lace panties wet with your arousal.

Your fingertips trailed down your stomach, your body pressed above the covers, spreading your legs as you thought of your mother's boyfriend. The sick and twisted fantasy you had painted beneath your closed eyelids had you move your panties to the side, dipping into your slicked folds and collecting any arousal you could, bringing it up to your clit and rubbing small, intricate circles. His name rolled off your tongue as you touched yourself, not noticing your bedroom door open and the silhouette in the door frame watching you.

Stan approached you cautiously, desperate to have his fingers replace yours on your needy cunt. He didn't want to frighten you, but he also didn't want you to stop. Your eyes opened when you felt the end of the bed sink, and you have to cover your mouth to stifle the gasp threatening to pass your lips.

"Moaning my name Y/N?" He asked quietly, his face only illuminated by the moon shining vibrantly through your window.

You didn't know what to say, your mouth agape as he scooted closer, resting a hand on your exposed thigh. Almost as if an electric shock coursed through your body, your leg shifted under his touch.

"Now you have nothing to say, you had plenty to say at the dinner table," Stan teased, running his fingertips up and down your thigh, goosebumps rising on your skin.

"What- what do you want?" You ask, his fingers beginning to trace the skin closer to your throbbing heat.

"What do you want?” He asked, “All you do it wear short skirts around me and drive me fuckin’ nuts, you’re playing games with me, and they’re working," He asked back, his fingers running up and down your soaked folds, a small moan escaping your lips.

"Where's my Ma?" You say, although you winced internally at the mention of your mother.

He only chuckles, slipping off his dress shoes and getting into the bed with you. Your heart beat loudly in your ears, as he positioned himself between your opened thighs, his face only inches from yours.

"We both know that doesn't matter," his lips brushed over yours briefly. You thought you might be dreaming, taking in his scent the way you did at the dinner table, his cologne intoxicating, and it dawned on you that it wasn't, and it was in fact reality.

He was really here.

Your breath caught in your throat under his control, as he peppered small kisses across your jawline.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl,” he whispers, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his crotch presses up against your exposed clit.

“Stan.. please,” you wrap your legs around him in a desperate attempt to feel him closer, when his lips finally connect to yours. It was more than you’d ever imagined, his lips soft and sweet, moving with yours with titillation and desire. Your fingers moved to play with the hair at his neckline, as your tongue pushed feverishly into his warm mouth. He sucked on your tongue softly, eliciting more soft whimpers from you. You only got more and more aroused by the second, buckling your hips up to gain any type of friction against your neglected heat.

Stan pulled away from the kiss, tutting against your lips.

“Patience princess,” he cooed, unbuttoning his dress shirt “I need you to be quiet for me, your ma is only down the hall. We don’t want her finding out do we?” You shook your head in response, “Good girl.”

His dress slacks were next to go, leaving him in only his silk boxers.

“I need to taste you,” he mumbled, now against your neck again, his lips travelling down to the stiff peaks of your bare breasts. He suckled softly on one, kneading the other between his big hand. You threw your head back, covering your mouth to stop the moan threatening to escape your throat.

His kisses only travelled down further, now littering across your hip bones. You squirm in dire anticipation of his mouth where you needed it most, Stan’s hands coming up from under him and pressing them into the mattress.

“No squirming,” he chuckled against your skin, until finally his tongue made contact with your throbbing clit. You almost came then and there, your fingers tangling in his soft hair as he licked a stripe through your soaked folds. He hummed contently, circling his tongue around your clit before taking the small bud in his mouth, sucking on it softly. You watched Stan work his tongue between your legs, your face screwed with pleasure, trying not to scream his name.

He looked up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes dark and hungry, feasting on his greatest desire. You buckled your hips up into his face, Stan deciding to wrap his arms around your soft thighs and throw your legs over his bare shoulders. He continued his assault on your clit, even diving deeper and pressing his tongue into your begging entrance.

“Like honey,” Stan mumbled, “I can’t get enough, you have no idea how much I’ve thought about this,”

With one hand, he moved your legs from his shoulders, pushing your thighs back so that you were folded in half, your knees now by your head. The new position had you fully exposed to Stan. He held your legs there, as he toyed at your entrance with two fingers, looking you in the eyes as you let out more soft whimpers.

“You want it baby girl?” Stan asked lowly, his fingers running up and down your slit teasingly.

“Please, please sir, I need it so bad,” you pleaded, Stan’s cock twitching at the name you’d called him, his eyes wide in awe at how vulnerable you were beneath his touch.

He pushed his two fingers inside you, the feeling of him filling you with his fingers like nothing you’d ever experienced before. He pumped them in you slowly, switching between looking at your pleasured face and your needy cunt as it blissfully contracted around his long fingers.

“Good girl, you take my fingers so well. You’re so tight baby,” Stan commended, curling up his fingers, sending a wave of intense pleasure coursing through you.

“Oh- Sir- do that again,” you encouraged, as his fingers curled up again, provoking another wave.

No guy your age had ever been able to pleasure you like this, everything in the bedroom so self-indulgent.

“You like when I curl my fingers like that?” Stan asked, repeated the motion again and again, your head nodding furiously as you felt the knot in your stomach becoming undone.

“Stan I’m cumming,” you bit your lip as his fingers only sped up, his tongue continuing to lap at your clit as you stifled your mewling sounds.

He moaned against your pussy, your release finally in tow as you arched your back up to meet his fingers. Stars shun behind your closed eyes, your body shaking under his touch as you came.

“Holy shit,” Stan muttered, small streams of arousal covering the bed sheets beneath you, as you rode out your high. It look everything in you not to scream.

“That was so fucking hot, do you have more for me?” Stan didn’t give you a chance to recover, his fingers plunging back inside you, causing you to clench your legs shut in protest.

“I can’t sir,” you beg, as he pried your legs open, and roughly thrust his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. The same sensation washed over you once again, Stan reaching over and covering your parted lips as you came for a second time, more of your juices pooling on the bed between your legs.

“Fuck, oh my god,” Stan was having an absolute field day basking in your arousal, not having seen anything like it before.

Just as you’d come down from your second orgasm, the light in the hallway switched on, and who you assumed was your mother ventured down the hall to the bathroom. Stan’s hand stayed over your mouth, as you both froze.

“I told her I was going home,” Stan whispered, “she doesn’t know I’m still here.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief at his lie, and it dawned on you the extent of the events that just occurred.

It was so bad, you knew this, but it felt so undeniably good.

“We’ll finish this later,” Stan leaned over to connect your lips in a soft kiss, pulling his clothes back on as the hallway light switches off.

“But-” you went to object, not having made him cum even once, feeling bad for the painfully hard cock tucked in his boxers.

“Too risky baby,” he reassured you, “See you in two days.”

You watched in agony as Stan padded softly to your door, waving goodbye before opening and closing it behind him. Suddenly you felt empty, laying in a pool of your own arousal, and guilty, for letting your mother’s boyfriend finger fuck you while she slept down the hall.

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lover-girl-estxx · 20 days

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hi!! i’ve absolutely been devouring your ufc fics lol. just wondering if you can do a sean strickland x reader where she discovers she’s pregnant and tells sean? maybe it can go through like the whole pregnancy up to the birth? just take it and run with it!! i can’t stop seeing sean as a girl dad bahaha! thank you💗

Dad Strickland

"are you sure you'll be fine?" he asked in the doorway of our bathroom "Yeah peach it's just a little cold promise" I said from our bed. i had been throwing up the past to mornings and a headache "i'll come back early today" "don't worry" he kissed my head "love you bye" "Love you" he walked out closing the door. I did not have a cold at all nor was I sick my period was late and Sean's Sean so me being pregnant was not unlikely. So I put some sweats on and grabbed my keys, I drove to the closed CVS and grabbed a test before going to the check out.

"Babe?" Sean said as I opened my car door "Sean what are you doing here?" I threw the bag into the car "getting me and the guys more Monsters I thought you were sick" he smiled "I am I came to get some sprite and bananas" I sighed and slightly smiled "okay," he said unsure "well i'll see you at home" he kissed my head "yeah!" I nodded.

It sat on the bathroom sink, me on the toilet cover. I was nervous you know Sean hasn't really said for sure that he wanted kids he had made comments how it would be nice but he didn't know how good of a dad he would be or if kids is really something he wants and he just feels he has too.

I sighed and and flipped the test 'Positive' I smiled "oh my god" my eyes started to water I slightly squealed. At this point I don't even really care what Sean has to say i'm super happy!.

I heard the front door open a few hours later, I put the test in my pocket and pretty much ran down the stairs. "sprite can do a lot I guess" he said putting his gym bag down "yeah," I smiled widely "come sit with me" I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the couch. "whats up?" he put his arm on the back of the couch "I have to tell you something! but don't be nervous okay?" "okay?" his brows going together "I don't have a cold the reason I was at CVS because i'm pregnant" I smiled "what?" "I got test this morning and its positive" "really?" I sighed and nodded he took a deep breath and put his head in his hands "sean your making me a little nervous" I whispered.

He looked up his eyes slightly watered "baby i'm so excited" he smiled I smiled back and wrapped my arms around him, he did the same "we have a doctors appointment tomorrow morning" I said kissed his cheek.

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"you are about a month along!" the nurse said "really? that far?" I asked she nodded "sometimes it people don't know till they have a baby" I looked to Sean he pushed his brows together same as me "when can we know the gender?" he asked "well if you do a blood test you can find out in 9-10 weeks but it won't be for sure, or wait till 18-24 weeks" "how long is that?" Sean asked "like 4-6 months" I replied he groaned "thats a long time" I nodded.

We were driving back home in Seans Tesla which he was driving the speed limit which I don't think hes ever done before "when can I tell people?" he asked "after the first trimester which is three months" "why?" he held my hand "just to make sure gos right" he nodded and slightly bit his lip "i'll be okay promise Peach" I smiled and rubbed his cheek "k" he smiled.

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Month 2 Weeks

"Babe where are you?" he said coming back from the gym "kitchen!" he came in "why are you up?" I giggled "i'm hungry and your hungry soo" "no go sit down i'll finish" "no it's fine" "go sit" "okay Peach" I softly grabbed his chin and pecked his lips.

-- Seans POV --

I heard her turn her show on and get cozy on the couch. I finished up dinner and made her a plate and got her a drink, I walked around the couch "her-" she was dead asleep shes been falling asleep everywhere and anytime. She softly snored and brought the throw pillow closer to her, she sighed and slightly opened her eyes "is the food ready?" she whispered "yeah" I chuckled as she sat up and I handed her the bowl.

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2 Months

"oh" the nurse said "what?" I asked Y/n looked up at me "nothing" the nurse added "you can't do that. is everything okay?" Y/n asked "i can't say but everything is fine health wise" Y/n looked unsure up at me as the woman moved the thing around on her stomach. The doctor finally came in "okay so I have some news for you guys!" she smiled "yes?!" Y/n said "you guys are pregnant with..Twins!" Y/ns mouth opened and laughed "I am?!" "she is?!" she nodded "they are both very healthy! there is baby 1 and right next to that is baby 2" she pointed on the screen, I looked down to Y/n with a wide smile on her face.

We walked out she was holding my hand and started slightly jumping up and down "i'm excited and Nervous!! oh my god are you excited?!" she looked up at me "i'm excited!" i smiled she smiled wider "I can't wait!" she grabbed the back of my neck pulling me down and kissing me.

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3 Months

--Y/ns POV --

We invited all our close family to the house and we made dinner, no friends I was kinda tell mine at brunch in a few day and me and Sean are going to the gym together and tell the guys tomorrow. We were sitting at the table "here guys me and sean got you guys something" I smiled handing mine and his mom a envelope, they both opened them "oh my god really?!" my mom asked I nodded she hugged me "look it's twins!" dawn (seans mom) said she handed the ultrasound to Seans brother and SIL, she hugged me too "careful mom" Sean said as his brother gave him a shoulder pat. "I can bring you all the boys stuff like they're cribs and stuff" my sister said "i'll let you" she walked away "i'm not putting my kids in her hippy cribs" Sean whispered to me I looked up and smiled patting his chest "I know" he scoffed a laugh.

They had all left, Sean walked his brother out while I was cleaning up the plates and all the trash. "what are you doing?" he asked "cleaning up?" I shrugged "go sit down i'll clean up" "no its fine you did a lot of the cooking" I kept grabbing the plate "your also 3 months pregnant with twins so go sit down" he took them from me "fine" I went to the couch.

It was the next morning and we were getting ready for the gym, I put leggings and one of Sean's shirts. "I'm tired" I yawned "you want to stay home?" He asked coming up behind me "no I'm fine promise" "you sure?" I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck, I nodded he leaned down and kiss me moving his hands to under my butt "we're not gonna make it the way your kissing me right now" I said pecked his lips and moved away "is that so bad?" he said and shrugged "yes, come on" I called over my shoulder. I was about to go down the stairs he lifted me up "what are you doing!?" I smiled "no more stairs for you" I giggled.

He opened the car door for me and helped me out "thank you" he grabbed my hand "how do I tell people your pregnant?" "how ever you want to" "we did it so much that I finally knocked you up?" he smiled "I would perfer something else but thats fine" "i'll figure something else out" he laughed opening the gym door. Sean was pretty excited he was just about the only one in the gym with no kids, Chris just had a kid Eric has three. "hey Mrs. Strickland!" Eric said making me smile "hi coach Nicksick!" he smiled.

They were all standing around after wresting about to end "guys I got something to say," I watched most of the guys roll they're eyes making me smile "i don't know what to say but Y/ns pregnant! with twins" he smiled, they all jumped around him then they all came over and hugged me "do you know what they are?" Chris asked "next month!" he nodded "give us two more fighters" I chuckled "two more seans? I don't know about that" he laughed.

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4 Months

I had on a light purple sundress Sean had on the same thing he wore everyday "is that good?" he asked setting up the camera, I nodded "perfect," I smiled "come on I can't wait!" he smiled and sat next to me. "what do you want?" he asked "boy and girl so I don't have to give birth third time" "i'll be happy with anything!" "now you make me sound like a bitch" "no" he smiled and rubbed my back. "baby B and I have Baby A" we both made a cupcake in front of us "ready?" he whispered I nodded we both smiled and bite our cupcakes, I pulled mine back Pink we both turned our cupcakes to each other both of our cupcakes were pink "oh my god!" I laughed wrapping my arms around him. He held me tight smiling "are you happy?" I whisper in his ear "baby i'm more then happy" I pulled back and softly grabbed his chin kissing him.

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5 Months

"give me all the names" Sean said as we sat on the bed

"April, Scarlet, blayke, Sage, Cleo , Anastasia and Sidney"

"blake? Thats a boy so no thats my veto"

"Okay" I chuckled "what would you chose?" he asked me

"I think Cleo and Sidney are cute"

"Sage and Sidney" I smiled "perfect peach!" he pulled me into him "I thought that would take longer" I nodded "I guess we're just better than everyone else" I shrugged.

"I got you something" Sean said from the front door "whats that?" I asked from the couch, he brought a huge amazon package to me "do we have room for this?" he nodded and handed me his keys to open the box "thanks". I opened it and pulled out a pregnancy pillow "oh my god I wanted this!!" I pulled it out laying with it "thank you peach!" he kissed my head "my lips" he smiled and kissed me.

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6 Months

I sat on the floor of the girls room, in a pair of shorts and sports bra. It was hot as fuck in Vegas in the summer and I was trying to put these cribs together while Sean was training "this makes no sense!" I groaned throwing the info paper. I started to try again before sighing and going to get up, which I guess I couldn't do. So I laid back and grabbed my phone, the dog joining me.

"what are you doing?" Sean slightly chuckling "I thought I could put these together but I can't and then I got stuck down here" I groaned he laughed "come here" he stood over me as I put my hands out he pulled me up "thank you" I said tired he kissed me "how are all my girls?" "Tired and hungry and upset" I put my hands on his shoulders "why are you upset?" He rubbed my lower back "because I wanted to set they're room up" I pouted as my eyes started to water he sighed "I'll make you something to eat then set the cribs up while you nap okay?" I nodded and he pulled my head to his chest rubbing my back kissing my head.

I was sitting in our bed Watching TV and he brought me a big plate of food "thank you peach!" I smiled and he nodded and kissed me "yeah! I'm gonna go do the cribs k?" "You sure you don't need help?" "Yeah I'll get it done quick" "okay" he pecked my lips before going back into the girls room.

When I woke up later I grabbed my phone and checked the time '6:48pm'. I walked into the the room he had them both set up and a was putting sheets on they're small bed "you already finished?' I yawned "yeah! they look good right?" "they look great! thank you" "i'm gonna work on the shelves tomorrow my brother is gonna come over and help me" "your already such a good daddy" I smiled and leaned up and kissed him "thanks" he lightly blushed and looked down I kissed his cheek over and over.

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8 Months

"you shouldn't go its to hot" Sean said putting his boots on "I like watching you do interviews though!" "I packed you a lunch if you still think you have to go" "you did?" I stood in front of him hands on my back he nodded "yeah and you need to take water" "I love you so much your so cute!" I kissed the top of his head. He opened his truck door for me helping me get in "here" he handed me a pillow and the lunch bag I smiled.

"did you want to get tea or something?" he asked "no i'm good thank you" I smiled "you sure?" I nodded and kissed his hand that he held. "Hi!" I smiled and hugged Nina "hi how are you?!" she smiled "i'm good you?" "great!". "Nina you have an extra chair for her?" Sean asked "it's fine babe I can stand" "you don't have to though" "yeah I have one" she said grabbing me one "thank you" I smiled. He brought me a water before going and sitting in front of the camera, "sean your gonna be a dad in like to months hows that?" "i'm happy yeah" he smiled and blushed lightly "what are you having?" Nina knew but for the interview "twins both girls!" "did you want a boy?" "yeah and maybe one down the road but i'm still very very grateful and happy about two girls" "are they gonna shoot?" he nodded "yes their mom does its only right" "how is Sean with you being pregnant?" she asked looking to me "10 out of 10," I smiled as she waved me over, he pulled me down on to his knee "he packs lunches and rubs my feet and puts cribs together. Hes great!" he rubbed my back "you heard it here Sean Strickland is in the kitchen" she laughed.

"are you going to the gym later?" I asked as we drove back to the house from Nina's "no," he shook his head "why whats up?" "I just wanted to watch movies tonight after I make dinner" "i'll order something or cook your to big to cook" I gasped "I mean it's hard on your feet and stuff" he smiled making me chuckle "i'll bet".

We were sitting on the couch Seans head by my stomach and his hand resting flat on my stomach while our movie played. A light kick landed on his hand "you feel that?" he asked sitting up slightly I nodded and smiled. This was his favorite thing laying next to me his hand resting on my stomach hoping to feel one small kick. He lifted the white T shirt of his that I wore and kissed my belly "your already such a good daddy" I smiled and rubbed his head he smiled shutting his eyes waiting for another kick.

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9 months

I was hanging and doing last minute things in the girls room when I feel water go down my legs then a sharp pain "oww," I sat in the rocking chair "Sean!" he came in from his gun room "you okay?" he asked coming over to me missing the puddle of water "my water broke can't you see?!" "i'm sorry yes I see baby...come here" he helped me up "you think we should wait?" "no go right now" "you have to pay more" "I don't care" "okay I have to change can you put the bags in the car?" he nodded.

"I don't wanna do this" I said in the bed more pain shooting through me "okay" he ran his fingers through my hair and wiping the one or two tears off my cheeks. "i'd say twenty minutes till its time to push!" the nurse smiled "okay!" I smiled as she walked out "what if I can't?!" I looked up at him "your body is made to do this Y/n you'll do great! Promise" he rubbed my forehead.

"hi" they laid one on my chest "holy shit" Sean whispered "shes so cute" I smiled "heres your other one" they laid her on the other side of my chest. They cleaned them handed one to me and one to Sean "this is Sidney" Sean said holding her in his chest "yeah?" "yeah" me and him not taking our eyes off the babies we were holding "that means I have Sage..my baby Sage hi" I kissed her head he came and sat next to me still holding Sidney "they already look like you" he said and smiled "that means they're gonna act just like you" "let's hope not" "it won't be to bad" kissed sages head "wanna switch?" I nodded.

It was later and he was holding both of them "damn" he sighed and had small tears going down his face "peach" I rubbed his tears off his face "they're beautiful" I kissed his cheek "yeah they are" Sidney started to fuss I grabbed her from him "come here babygirl", I started to feed her "I need some milk too" he smirked "sshh" I giggled "your such a good momma" I smiled "thank you".

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A/n I wanted to make this a lot longer but some things came up so I just want to get it out! Lmk if you guys want part two of the girl at like 5🙂

#ufc #ufc x reader #sean strickland x reader #sean strickland #sean strickland imagine

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we-are-so-close · 1 year

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Saturday Afternoons

Asahi x fem!reader word count: 1.8k warnings: Asahi and reader have a son named Hitoshi (Toshi), use of mommy and daddy in the paternal sense, one suggestive use of "daddy" from reader author's note: feeling self indulgent

Quiet Saturdays were days you loved and loathed. On one hand, you were able to run errands, get things done around the house, and just have some “me” time. On the other hand, you missed being around your favorite boys. This Saturday in particular was a “Daddy/Toshi Day”; a day for your boys to spend doing whatever they liked. But you couldn’t complain too much, as most other Saturdays were days you spent with either one of them or both of them.

You were laying on the couch reading a book when you heard the front door open and close in the only way your child knows how. Soft, socked pitter-patters littered the hallway, growing louder with each step.

“Mommy? MOMMY! We’re home! Mooommmmyyy. Mom-Oh, there you are, mommy!” he exclaimed as he ran over to the couch and launched himself on top of you.

“Hi, Toshi. Did you have a nice, fun day with Daddy?” you asked as you squeezed him tightly.

“Oh, Mommy,” he sighed as he flung himself dramatically back onto the couch. Appearance wise, he was Asahi’s clone. But, personality wise? He was more animated and dramatic than both you and Asahi combined. But still, he was an angel of a child and he never ceased to amaze you.

“Let me tell you all about the day I’ve had.” He crossed his legs up under himself, folded his hands in his lap, and stared at you with big eyes. You mimicked his movements and sat patiently.

“First, Daddy and I went to breakfast. But we had to go to a new place. And, Mommy, I can’t believe it, but they didn’t have any waffles!”

“Oh no! Those are your favorites!”

“I was a little sad. But Daddy said that pancakes are just as yummy. He told me that they’re your favorites, so I wanted to try them, too. And guess what, Mommy,” he said with a serious tone.

“What, Toshi?”

“They put chocolate chips in there. Chocolate chips in the pancakes! Did you know they could do that?” his little voice was full of excitement. “Daddy even let me pour the syrup on myself! And I accidentally poured a lot on it.”

“Oh, wow! Were they still super yummy?”

“Yep! Super duper yummy! I tried to give Daddy a bite, but he just kept drinking his coffee,” he said as he made a disgusted face.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? Was that the only thing he had for breakfast?”

“Mhmm!” a stern look replaced the disgusted look.

“Hm, Mommy’s gonna have to talk to Daddy about that.”

His eyes got big, his eyebrows lifted almost to his hairline. “Is Daddy in trouble?” his voice was just above a whisper.

“Of course not, honey. Everyone needs to eat a good breakfast,” you smiled softly at the child and a look of relief washed over him.

“What did you do after breakfast?”

“We walked around for a long time looking at stuff in stores, but we didn’t get anything. Oh! We went to see a movie! I got a large popcorn and a large Sprite! And Daddy shared with me.”

“Mmm. What was the movie about?”

He went on and on in great detail about the movie. There was a really fun song and maybe you could download it so that you guys could listen to it. He told you about his favorite part of the movie and how he had to hold Daddy’s hand for a scary part. He loved how dark the movie theater was during the movie, but when the lights came back on after it was over how much it hurt his eyes.

“And sometimes, Daddy would check his phone and that hurt my eyes, too.”

“Tsk, tsk. Daddy knows better than to be on his phone during a movie.”

“It’s okay, Mommy. I think it was important. Cuz we had to go to his work for a little bit.”

That comment turned your smile into a grimace. There was a long-standing rule for Saturdays - No Work, period. This also crossed a line for you, because you didn’t like the idea of Hitoshi being around the people Asahi worked with. Some of the people were fine, but the models always rubbed you the wrong way.

“It was boring. I did get to sit in a big, comfy chair and watch Daddy work. Does Daddy dress you like he does the ladies at work?”

You chuckled, “No, buddy. I dress myself.”

He scrunched his little face. “Then why was Daddy helping them? Is it cuz they can’t dress themselves? That’s silly. How could they not know that!” He hummed to himself, but continued on.

“Some of the girls kept rubbing my hair and telling me I’m cute. I told them that I know, my mommy tells me all of the time!” He stated this matter-of-factly.

“You are the cutest person I know.” You pulled him into a hug and kissed his forehead.

“You’re the prettiest person I know. I even told all of those girls that you were. And then they left and had to practice walking. First they need help gettin’ dressed and then they need help walking? I think they need to go back to school.”

You laughed at his insight. He was a bright little boy.

“Did you and Daddy do anything else?”

“Yeah! Daddy got me some ice cream for helping him at work! He let me have the biggest bowl and I got hot fudge and sprinkles. I wanted to bring you some too, but DAddy said it would melt,” he got visibly sad at this remark. “Mommy, I wish you could have come with us today. Daddy and I missed you a lot!” He jumped into your arms and snuggled against your chest. His love filled your heart to the brim.

“I’ve missed you too, buddy. It sounds like you had a fun day. But, I think it’s time for a healthy snack and time to rest your brain.”

“But, my brain isn’t sleepy!” He began to protest.

“Hitoshi, my love, you’ve had a busy day. Your brain needs a little rest. You have to rest for one hour and then you can come out. Then, I’ll make dinner. What would you like?” You picked him up and carried him into the kitchen.

“Noodles! Noodles! Noodles!” he chanted out.

“Okay, noodles it is,” you chuckled. “How about for snack? We have apples, strawberries, carrots, or celery.”

“Hm, how many do I have ta eat?”

You narrowed your eyes at your little negotiator and said, “just pick one and then we’ll decide.”

He chose carrots, and you placed a handful of them into a cup for him to snack on. You hoisted him up onto the counter where he ate the vegetables without complaint. He drank the water and let out a contented sigh.

“C’mon, buddy. I’ll give you a piggyback ride to your room,” you squatted down in front of him and he climbed onto your back.

“Wait, I need to tell Daddy something.”

You trotted around the house looking for Asahi. But now that you thought of it, you didn’t hear him come in. You went to peek outside and found him still by the car on the phone. Your child nudged you further.

“It looks like Daddy’s busy, bud.”

“Mommy, it’s very important.”

Whether it was important or not to you, it didn’t matter. It was important to Hitoshi, and whatever Asahi was talking about could wait for the time being. Asahi saw you walking up to him and his face lit up. He said something into his phone and put it into his pocket.

“Hi,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead.

“My love, Hitoshi has something important to tell you.” You turned so that your son could look at his father.

“Daddy,” the sassy six year old started.

“Buddy,” Asahi replied.

“You’re the best. I love you!”

Asahi smiled softly. He took the boy in his arms and hugged him. He whispered something into Hitoshi’s ear and your son smiled wide and whispered a loud “yeah!”. Both of them looked at you and ambushed you in a group hug. Both of them kissed either side of your face over and over, and it caused you to go into a giggle fit.

“Toshi, guess what?” Asahi asked your son.

“What!” the boy shouted excitedly.

“Daddy is so lucky to have you and Mommy in his life.” He smiled at you and your heart fluttered.

“Hitoshi, it’s time to go rest now,” you gently reminded him.

“Oh yea. We’re having noodles for dinner!”

“Mhmm. And the sooner you go rest your brain, the sooner you’ll be to having noodles.”

His eyes got big at the sudden realization. He tried to wiggle out of Asahi’s arms to no avail.

“C’mon, Daddy! Let’s go rest our brains! We’ve had a big day and need our rest!” He tried to convince his father into letting him go. The three of you walked into the house.

“You go ahead, Toshi. I need to talk to Mommy for a few minutes.”

The little boy hurried off toward his room, the promise of noodles fueling his desire to rest.

“Busy day, huh?” you asked with an eyebrow quirked.

“He tell you everything?”

“Yep.”

Asahi looked at you with guilt in his eyes. He pulled you in for a hug, his head rested on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, I tried to get them to get someone else to come in. But the photo shoot was pushed up several days and they needed me. I should have let you know before I took him with me,” he sighed. “We have a really great kid, you know that?”

“He must take after his dad,” you smirked.

He shook his head, “No, he definitely takes after you.”

You smiled. “Agree to disagree. Although, what do you think about having another mini you running around? I wouldn’t mind one,” you combed your fingers through his hair. He pulled back to look at you, his eyes scanning your face.

“D-do you mean that?”

“Yes, daddy,” you smiled deviously and gave a playful poke.

Asahi’s face turned bright red. He leaned in to kiss you, wiping the grin off of your face. He deepened the kiss, one hand holding the back of your head, his other hand on the small of your back pulling you closer into him. The creak of a door and a tiny voice broke both of you off of each other.

“Mommy, will you snuggle with me so my brain can rest better?”

You smiled at Asahi. “Be right there, buddy,” you called back to Hitoshi.

“To be continued,” Asahi said before kissing you on the forehead.

“I’m holding you to that,” you blow him a kiss as you walk down the hallway.

As much as the idea of having another mini him running around was endearing, the idea of having a mini you running around made his heart soar even more.

#asahi x fem!reader #azumane asahi x fem!reader #asahi x reader #azumane asahi x reader #cw parenthood #asahi #azumane asahi #this is like my dream scenario #i'm boring i know #but i yearn for a simple life with the man i love

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rosenallies · 4 months

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❛ it's all my fault, isn't it? i ruin everything i touch. ❜ with any ship?

I’m high and thinking about magical things and then I started thinking about the jasco witch au So <3 yeah idk if anyone remembers that one <3

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Bosco watched from where she stood, frozen in place as Jasmine fought the urge to cry, her shoulders hunched over, shaking like a leaf. They wanted to apologize, to shove the nasty words they’d said back down their throat, but they couldn’t bring themselves to do it, their stupid pride suddenly more important than wiping the look of pure dispair off of Jasmine’s pretty face.

“W-why would you say that? And why would you yell? You know I hate yelling,” Jasmine whimpered.

Anger still simmered in her blood, but Bosco felt like she’d keel over from the guilt. But still, she kept her resolve and said nothing, didn’t make a move until Jasmine’s face scrunched up and she ran off out the cottage front door just as she started to cry.

Bosco flopped onto the couch, her own hands starting to shake as the voices in her head yelled at her for being so stupid. How could she have been so stupid? Jasmine was the only person in the world that could manage to love her, that she was sure of and she’d ruined it with her stupid anger. She couldn’t even really remember why they’d fought in the first place.

They didn’t know how long they’d sat there until a little glimmering speck caught her eye, she soon realized the speck wasn’t a speck but a fairy, Willow at that. The tiny sprite flew right in front of Bosco’s face, a scowl on her own.

Bosco just realized then she was crying, sniffling as she tried to speak. “It’s all my fault, isn’t it? I ruin everything I touch.”

Willow’s resolve softened a bit, her arms dropping from being crossed at her chest. “Ruined? No, Bosco, nothing is ruined. She’s just-“

“She hates me, I know she does and I can’t even be mad at her for it.”

The fairy sighed and perched herself on Bosco’s shoulder. “She doesn’t hate you, but it would be easier for you if she did, right?”

A pang of guilt stabbed her in the chest as they nodded. “Sometimes I wish she did hate me. It feels like I keep hurting her but she sticks around for some reason all because of a stupid potion.”

“No,” Willow shook her head, “you know just as well as I do that those spells are only temporary, she grew to love you for real. And you were never affected by the potion spilling, so you grew to love her too. She’s so tender hearted and you’re not used to that.”

“I’m not,” Bosco sniffed, “she deserves someone who is, someone soft and someone kind.”

“You are soft and kind and I know she agrees with that, she thinks the world of you. Even when she came outside, she cried about being angry with you but only after a few moments did she shift to crying about how you reject love because no one ever showed you the love you deserve. You’re so lucky that she sees that in you and isn’t scared of your pushing people away.”

Their shoulders slumped, trying to shield their face so Willow wouldn’t see her cry.

“Just come talk to her,” Willow urged, flittering away.

Bosco was reluctant, but followed her out the front door and to where Jasmine sat on an overgrown toadstool, knees tucked to her chest while the other fairies of Willow’s trio spoke to her softly. Though, they quieted as they noticed Bosco, forcing Willow to turn around to see what they were staring at.

“Bosco, I’m so-“

“No,” Bosco stopped her gently, taking her hands as she stood up, “please don’t apologize, I’m the one who needs to first. I’m so sorry I yelled at you, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Bosco,” Jasmine cooed, cupping their face, “you won’t ever lose me. I love you. But I think there are some things we need to work on together.”

“Yeah, I know. Too bad there’s not a spell for this,” she laughed bitterly.

Jasmine kissed her softly. “We’ll work it out, okay? It’ll all be okay as long as we keep being honest and kind to each other.”

Bosco nodded and kissed her back, determined not to screw this up.

#witch au #prompt request

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