#and how they all raised that baby together

[missdynamighttt]

crying during a movie and bf! katsuki teases you but makes sure you're okay.

you sniffled, clutching a pillow to your chest as tears streamed down your cheeks, hiccuping.

you were watching an emotional scene in a movie with your boyfriend, and while you tried to hold it together, the heartbreak on screen was just too much.

katsuki glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. “sweets? you’re crying over that?” he teased, his tone dripping with mock disbelief.

“it’s sad!” you wailed, voice wavering as you wiped your face. “how can you not feel anything? are you even human? do you have a god?"

“tch. it’s a movie, sweets. they're just actors."

"oh my god. my boyfriend's a heartless monster."

“yeah, yeah, and my girlfriend's a bawling sap. your big bad boyfriend doesn't cry over sappy movies, big deal."

but when you sniffled again, something in his chest tugged. katsuki sighed, his teasing demeanor softening.

“baby.. c'mere,” he muttered softly, his arms wide open for you.

you hesitated, still glaring at him through watery eyes, but eventually gave in, crawling into his lap. he pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tucking your head under his chin.

“you’re such a sap,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“shut up,” you mumbled, letting out a small hiccup but leaned into him, resting your head on his chest. “you’re just mean."

“uh-huh,” he said, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “yet you still love me 'nyway.”

"unfortunately," you rolled your eyes but smiled softly, tears finally slowing down.

"brat," katsuki then leaned down with a grin, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss that made you forget all about the sad movie.

“better?”

“better.”

“good,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

katsuki had held you tightly like that through the rest of the movie, sneaking in kisses every now and then to make sure you were okay.

and though he pretended not to care, katsuki stayed like that with you, his arms never letting you go. it wasn��t his usual type of movie, but he’d do just about anything to make you happy—even if it meant sitting through a sappy plot while cuddling with you.

self indulgent once again bc i watched a movie and i cried for a good 1/3 of the movie.

[fl3shm4id3n]

ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟖𝟎 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. ��𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 ��𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨? 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ - ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ

Tw: Squid Game 2 SPOILERS, Smut, toxic relationship, death, blood, swearing, reader takes a pill, Thanos and reader fight, not lights out scene, makeup sex? titty grabbing, eating out, squirting, jerking off, public sex (literally), mating press, cream pie, making out.

A/N: Who should I do next? I'm thinking either player 124 or player 388

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

When you got back from the bathroom, you noticed how many players did. But most seemed unhappy, because the price money wasn't going to get higher. When the final team came back, it was time to vote, it was from 001 to whatever players left. Player 001 who originally had wanted to stay, pressed X. He might of had a change of thought. When it was close to your turn, Thanos turned you around to face him. "Remember what we talked about babygirl." He said, not caring that his underling was standing next to him. You nodded, then number 013 was up, which was you. Before you left, Thanos gave you a kiss on the forehead, then encouraged you to go. You walked over to the voting station, without thinking twice, you pressed O. You heard how Thanos let out a cheerful yell. "That's my baby!" he said, loudly. Your face heated up. But you didn't mind, when you changed your X to an O. You walked towards the O side.

You then waited for the rest of the players to vote. There was some commotion. Players arguing over the situation that happened prior and how the players who wanted to continue were sick for wanting to stay and all that. When you saw a girl crying, wanting to go home, made you feel bad. Was staying really the right thing? You never thought that your actions would effect others. But they did. That got you thinking. When Thanos voted, again on O. He made a beeline towards you. Hugging you tightly, happy that you've decided to stay and play more games. Again, X was out numbered by O. Afterwards, you ate with Thanos, his underling player 124, player 380 and player 125. He had complained about the food, but he ate it anyway since it was the only food that you were getting.

Later on, you and Thanos parted ways, going to your bed which was on the other side. You sat down on your bed, taking off your shoes and paced them on the stairs next to your bed. "So, you and that purpled haired guy?" You heard someone say, looking up. You saw that it was player 380, she was supper pregnant. "Oh, uh." You said, not knowing what to say. "Come on. Everyone saw the way you and him were acting earlier." She commented. You sighed, awkwardly. "Yeah, me and him are back to together." You responded. The girl raised her brow. "Back together?" She asked. "Yeah, we broke up and we got back together." You said, player 380 simply nodded her head slowly.

"So, what made you change your mind? About the games, I thought you wanted to leave." She asked. "I did, but, me and Thanos talked. He said that we should play one more game, so that the money can go up. And we'll leave after. Then we'll pay our debts and start a new life." You explained, you sounded like a school girl in love. The girl only looked at you, shocked about your little fairy tale ending. "And you believed that?" She asked. Your face then turned one of confusion. "What do you mean?" You asked her, chuckling nervously. "You really think he'll stop at this game? What if he doesn't? Then what?" She asked you. Now that she said it, you never thought of it. "I..." You couldn't respond. You didn't know what to say. "Or what if he's simply back with you just to take your half of the money?" She asked one more time. Yet again, you didn't answer, you didn't know what to say. You never thought about any of that. You simply said yes to everything Thanos said.

Player 380 sighed, seen the confused look on your face. "I don't want to be that one person, but. Don't believe everything he says. I can see that you're blinded by your idea of love. But just don't get your hopes up too high." She said, then she walked over to her bed which was in front of yours. When the lights went off, you simply laid in bed. Thinking about what player 380 said earlier. It began to eat at you now. What if he doesn't want to stop on the next game? What if he wants to keep going? What if the games get even deadlier. Tons of what ifs.

The next morning, you woke up. You barely got any sleep that night. You kept over thinking about what player 380 said. You simply ignored it for now. You got up, put on your shoes and went to find Thanos. Shortly the new game started. Again, you were escorted to the game hall. The new was called Mingle, you remember playing it at school during a field trip. It seemed harmless, but it wasn't. While the platform span around, a cheery song played. It was kind of catchy. Meanwhile, Thanos was dancing a bit, followed by his underling. Who simply followed his lead like a lost dog. After a bit the platform stopped and the number 10 was called. You, Thanos, his underlings and the two other players were five, you just needed five more. Then another group of five spotted you all. Without hesitation. You all ran to an empty room as fast as you could.

Once the door closed. Everyone let out a sigh of relief. When the timer went out, you heard how people were panicking and running. Then came the gunshots. You couldn't help but look out the small opening. You saw how the pink men shot the people that didn't make it in time. All you could do was watch, you felt your stomach turn, seen how they were getting killed. Thanos then pulled you away from the door. "Don't look." He said, as he continued to hold you. Until the gunshots stopped, you heard the pickup trucks that came with the coffins to collect the bodies. When the bodies were picked up, you were let out.

As you all walked out, you saw the puddles of blood on the floor. It made your stomach turn, but you walked back to the platform. Again, the music began to play and the platform proceeded to move. Thanos and his underling began to dance together this time. As if people didn't just die and their was both on the floor and onto the platform. The platform stopped, yelling out four players. Thanos told his underling to go find another group while you and the other two players took off the nearest empty room. Same scenario. When the count down was over, the people who didn't make it got killed. You had decided to cover your ears, not wanting to listen to the cries, screams and gunshots. You wanted to throw up so badly.

When it was over, you were allowed to step out again. But when you stepped out. You stepped in a puddle of blood. You looked down and saw your reflection on the sticky crimson liquid. You froze for a moment, just staring at the color red. Until you heard Thanos. "Hey y/n!" You looked up, seen him already on the platform. "Come one baby girl! Come on!" He said. You walked over. Getting on the platform again. You stood next to Thanos, breathing heavily. There was more blood on the platform then before, you also noticed the bloody foot prints. "You good baby?" Thanos asked you. "Yeah, just... there's a lot of blood." You mentioned, Thanos hummed.

Then got an idea. He opened his cross and took out a pink colored pill. "Here, you'll feel better babe." He said, while he tried to hand you the pill. "I... I don't think I should." You said, but Thanos wasn't going to take a no for an answer. "I know." He said, then he placed the pill on his tongue. You knew what that meant. You did it countless times, but you were shy doing it in front of people. "Come on baby." He said. You swallowed your saliva. And leaned towards him, as you were about to take the pill into your mouth. Thanos pulled you into a full on open mouth tongue kiss. Making sure you swallowed the pill. His underling let out a whistle, while player 125 looked away and player 380 just stood there awkwardly. When Thanos pulled away, he smiled and kissed your cheek. You face was burning hot with embarrassment.

The game started again. It went from 3 players, to 6 players to the last round which was 2. The same thing happened. You covered your ears and closed your eyes. Trying to muffle out the noise. You hated it, hated hearing people scream and beg for them not to kill them. You didn't want to be here, you wanted to go home. Good thing was going too be the final game you play. Right?

Back at the lobby, you sat next to Thanos and his underling, who went by the name Nam Gyu were talking about player 333 and his lady friend 222. Obviously still mad about the crypto scam. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about those people who died. Was the money really worth it? It was blood money, people died for it. Why did you feel that way? Wasn't the pill suppose to help you be happy or something? "Babe, you good?" You heard Thanos say, making you turn to look at him. "Yeah, all good. I'm just glad that, we're going home." You said, with relief. But Nam Gyu let our a laugh, you looked at him confused then at Thanos for an explanation. "Babe, lemme talk to you. Alone." He said, getting up and helped you up. Both of you going to a more private area.

"What's up?" You asked, while looking at him. "There was a change of plan." Thanos said, you looked at him confused. "What change of plan?" You asked. "Let's play another game. Just one more." He said, that made your stomach drop. "Another!?" You said, almost shouting. Thanos then held you by the arms. "Babe, come on. Just one more. Afterwards, we'll stop okay." He pleaded, but you weren't having it. "You said, we'd play one more game. I don't want to keep playing. I want to go home!" You said, now freaking out. "Babe, babe. Take deep breathes." He said trying to calm you down. "No! I'm not doing this!" You said, trying to walk away from him. But he pulled you back to him. "Babe, please." He tried pleading, but you removed his hand away from your arm and stomped away. Thanos groaned, annoyed.

During the voting, it went from 456 down to whatever players were left. Some people's vote remained the same and some changed their minds. When it was Thanos turn, he skipped his way over and kissed the button. He then turned and encouraged others to join O. He then locked eyes with you and blew you a kiss. You rolled your eyes, still mad at him. The voting continued, then it was your turn, you voted X. You switched your tag back to X. As you walked towards the X team, Nam Gyu glared daggers at you. "Fucking bitch." He said, then earned a hard smack from Thanos. "Don't disrespect my woman like that, you hear?!" He said, angrily at his underling who was rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry, but she's a fucking traitor!" He tried to defend himself, but he earned another smack in the head. "Keep talking like that about her and I'll kick your ass." He warned him, while Nam Gyu rubbed the back of his head. Thanos was going to have a word with you.

When the lights went out, you tossed and turned, not being able to sleep. Those around you were already in deep sleep. Including player 380. You kept your eyes closed, but struggled to get slumber. You then felt something crawling onto your bed, it was heavy. You opened your eyes to see what or who it was. It was Thanos, before you could shout his name. He covered your mouth, then placed his finger onto his lips. You understood, then Thanos removed his hand from your mouth. "What do you want?" You whispered. "I come in peace." He said, making you roll your eyes. "I know you're mad, but come on babe. One more game, we'll have more than enough." He whispered. "No, I don't want to keep playing. I can't stand the sight of people getting killed. The smell of blood makes me sick!" You told him.

Thanos gave you a pouting look. "I know babe, but please. Just one more game. One more. I promise it'll be the last." He pleaded, but you rolled your eyes. Not wanting to believe him. He sighed, he knew how stubborn you were. But he had an idea. He leaned over and kissed your cheek. "I'm sorry babe." He said, as he kissed your cheek, to your ear. "I'm sorry." He whispered. He kissed the back of your ear, moving down your neck. As much as you wanted to push him away, you didn't. You allowed him to kiss your neck. "Thanos." You tried to warn him, but you quickly melted into his touch. His hand moved up, then his hand slid under your shirt and moved your bralette a side popping out your breast under your shirt. Squeezing and knitting at it. Making you moan softly. "Shh." He said, as he continued to kiss your neck, then pinched your erect nipple. Making you gasp, but you covered your mouth with your hand.

He smirked, seen how his touches were working wonders on you. As always. He then moved in front of you. Removing the blanket off your lower half, then he processed to move towards your pants. Tugging them down along with your panties. You knew what he was doing. Once your lower half was exposed to him. He saw how wet you were. He laid on his stomach and placed your legs on his shoulders. Without hesitation, he took your clit onto his mouth, sucking it gently. Your back arched, moaning against your hand.

As Thanos sucked at your clit and licked your wet folds. His arms were wrapped around your thighs. Keeping you in place, as he continue to devour you. You felt his tongue thrusting inside you, his nose rubbed your clit. You bit your index finger, softly. Trying to muffle out your moans. He continued to suck and lick at your folds. He missed this. A lot. He let go of one of your thighs, then he reached down and pulled out his cock. Stroking it softly, using his precum as lube, but it wasn't enough. He pulled his hand back up, then spat on his hand. Both his saliva and his juices were mixed together, on his hand. He reached down again, stroking his cock again. But he groaned against your folds, feeling his hot and slick hand around his cock. Wishing it was your pussy.

If tonight was his last night alive, you were going to be his last meal. He went back to sucking at your clit, as he stroked himself. Faster, but not fast enough for him to cum. Just enough to edge himself a bit. You whined against the back of your hand. Your eyes screwed shut and your back arching by the seconds. You body began to heat up, again like the night before. You loved that feeling, that feeling that only Thanos could make you feel. It felt as if that drug from earlier was finally kicking in. Or was it just Thanos doing what he knows best. You then felt as Thanos pulled away from you, he quickly got between your legs. He lined his cock between your folds and easily thrusted into you. Stretching you out once again.

That stretch made you squeal in pleasure. Your walls clamped around Thanos, making him groan. "Fuck!" he hissed. He then placed both your legs over his shoulders and leaned his body down. His chest against yours. As he began to thrust, he processed to kiss you. Harshly, yet lovingly. You could taste yourself in his mouth, but you didn't care. You wrapped your arms around his torso. Kissing him as much as you could. His thrusts became faster and harder. Making you moan against his lips. He didn't stop, he continued to move not stopping once. Then one hand went down between you, rubbing your clit harshly. Having you whine and your walls calmp even tighter around him. Causing him to moan. You dug your nails harder onto his skin, slightly dragging them down his back. Scratching his back. You had forgotten where you were, but at that point, you didn't care. You were more focused on Thanos than to worry around the people around you.

Out of nowhere, you proceeded to squirt, your juices going almost all over your and Thanos also processed to cum inside you. As much as you wanted to scream, you didn't. Your mouth had been covered by Thanos, who was softly kissing your cheekbone. He too let out a breathy moan. He stopped thrusting, he remained still. On top of you. Catching his breath, as did you. You were weak, high in some sort of way. Probably because of the mind blowing orgasm you had. Thanos removed his hand away from your mouth. He smirked and gave your parted lips a small peck, as if he tried to alert you to come back from your high. You looked at him, smiling weakly at him. "Do you forgive me?" He asked, still whispering. As much as you wanted to stay mad at him, you couldn't. "Sure, I forgive you." You manage to say. That made Thanos happy. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips. Followed by a couple more around your face making you giggle. "One more game. I promise. Just, one more and no more." He said, sounding genuine. Should you believe him again? Who knows. Just as long as he is with you, you'll live.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ, ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ

[geneviveleocardius]

sevika’s journey to motherhood

wlw

sevika never imagined herself in this situation—married, settled down, and now about to be a mom. when you first talked about having a baby, she hesitated. not because she didn’t want it, but because she wasn’t sure she deserved it. but the moment she saw the positive result, she swore to herself she’d give you and the baby the world.

she keeps her affection low-key but constant. she isn’t one for big, dramatic gestures, but you’ll notice the way she starts keeping healthier snacks in the kitchen (even though she complains about how boring they are), how she always carries an extra blanket for you on the couch, or how she’s suddenly interested in researching baby stuff online (though she grumbles about the “stupid forums”).

sevika makes sure the apartment is baby-proofed well before you even hit your third trimester. you laugh when you find her arguing with some handyman she hired about how “these outlet covers are trash,” but she’s dead serious about making the place safe.

she’s not outwardly soft, but her actions speak volumes. she doesn’t say much when you’re feeling nauseous or exhausted, but she’ll quietly rub your back, hold your hair, and bring you water without needing to be asked. she also won’t let you lift a damn thing once your belly starts to show.

during your pregnancy, she works fewer hours, despite hating to take time off. she doesn’t say it’s because of you, but it’s obvious. “can’t trust those idiots to handle things while i’m gone,” she mutters, but she’s home almost every night for dinner now, something she rarely did before.

when she feels the baby kick for the first time, she freezes. you tease her for looking so stunned, but you can see the emotions she’s trying to hide. later that night, you catch her resting her hand on your belly while she thinks you’re asleep, a rare, unguarded moment of pure tenderness.

once the baby is born, sevika is more hands-on than you expected. she’s a natural at holding them, rocking them to sleep, and she insists on taking over night shifts when she’s home because “you’ve been through enough already.”

she’s fiercely protective of both you and the baby. the moment someone so much as raises their voice in your apartment, her glare alone could silence them. “this is my family,” she says firmly. “no one messes with that.”

despite her gruff exterior, sevika is surprisingly gentle with the baby. she talks to them in a low, soft voice while changing their diaper or feeding them, and you’ve caught her humming under her breath while holding them in the rocking chair.

her favorite moments are when the three of you are together. whether it’s a quiet evening on the couch or a rare weekend where she doesn’t have to work, she’s happiest when you’re all there, safe and content. she’ll never admit it out loud, but it’s the most at peace she’s ever felt in her life.

sevika has always liked adding glitter to her cigars—it’s a strange but oddly charming habit. but once you’re pregnant, she quits it cold turkey. “i don’t want that stuff getting anywhere near you or the baby,” she says gruffly. she even starts avoiding wearing heavily scented cologne, just in case.

sevika’s biggest fear after the baby is born is accidentally hurting them with her prosthetic arm. when you hand the baby to her for the first time, she hesitates, staring down at her mechanical hand like it’s an alien thing. “what if i’m too rough? what if i hurt them?” she mutters. it takes a lot of reassurance—and a quiet, heartfelt moment when the baby grabs one of her fingers, metallic and all—for her to start trusting herself.

when you suggested the reciprocal IVF method, sevika had a moment of vulnerability. “you really want my kid growing inside you?” she asked, voice low, almost disbelieving. the idea of combining your DNA with hers made her feel more connected than she could put into words, though she didn’t say that outright. after the procedure worked, she was in awe—and also ridiculously smug. “looks like we make a good team,” she’d say with a smirk, though you could see the pride in her eyes.

sevika teases you mercilessly about your cravings but secretly loves indulging them. she’ll grumble about how ridiculous it is to find fresh strawberries at 2 a.m., but she’ll still show up with a basketful. when you catch her snacking on the leftovers, she’ll just shrug and say, “figured i should see what all the fuss is about.”

you weren’t the only one nesting. sevika pretended she didn’t care much about decorating the baby’s room, but she’d come home with little things—a mobile, a soft blanket, even a tiny stuffed animal that looked suspiciously like the one she used to have as a kid.

she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting it, but you found her poring over baby books late at night. “i’m just checking something,” she said gruffly, shutting the book when you walked in. but you noticed her making mental notes about things like swaddling techniques and babyproofing hacks.

when your contractions started, sevika was unshakable—or at least she tried to seem that way. she held your hand through every step, though you could see the tension in her jaw. she hated seeing you in pain but didn’t leave your side for a second. when the baby finally arrived, she was speechless. the only words she managed were a low, reverent, “you’re amazing,” as she held your hand tightly.

sevika takes postpartum care seriously. she makes sure you’re eating, sleeping (as much as possible), and not overexerting yourself. “you’re not doing this alone,” she tells you firmly. she’s the type to massage your back after a long day or remind you that it’s okay to cry when things feel overwhelming.

the first time the baby laughed was because of sevika. she was making a silly face—completely out of character—and the sound of the baby’s giggles was enough to make her stop and blink, caught off guard. you swore you saw her eyes get a little misty, though she’d never admit it.

despite her rough exterior, sevika starts creating traditions for your little family. movie nights where she insists on holding the baby, cooking dinner together (she’s surprisingly decent in the kitchen), and quiet mornings where she lets you sleep in while she takes the baby for a walk.

when you both take the baby out for the first time, sevika is on high alert. her eyes scan every stranger, her body instinctively positioning itself between you, the baby, and the crowd. she even growls at someone who bumps into the stroller. “relax,” you whisper, but you can’t help feeling a little safer with her there.

sevika isn’t the type to get overly sentimental, but she does think long and hard about what the baby should call her. eventually, after some quiet reflection, she decides on “mama”—simple and solid, just like her. she likes the sound of it, and the thought of her kid calling her that makes her chest tighten in a way she can’t quite explain.

as for you, she insists on “mommy” (or whatever variation you prefer). she thinks it fits your nurturing nature perfectly and secretly loves the idea of hearing the baby call you something soft and sweet.

when the baby starts babbling “ma-ma” first (completely by accident), sevika acts casual, but you can tell she’s beaming with pride inside. still, she’ll tease you if “mommy” comes out soon after. “guess they love us both equally,” she says with a smirk, though you can see the softness in her eyes.

[bloodlineslut]

Mad at Me | Roman Reigns

Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! Reader

Warnings: slight arguing, pent up (sexual) frustration, smut, choking, spanking

Summary: You and your husband Roman have been bumping heads a lot lately, but he has just the thing to set you straight.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: This one is kinda inspired by Mad at Me by Sexyy Red. It’s just filthy. That’s it.

“Baby, you gone stop this lil’ attitude you been having.” Roman firmly tells you while he pours some Crown Royal over ice. Lord knows he needs it.

“My attitude? Nah that’s been all you.” You sassily combat his words before flipping your goddess braids over your shoulder and walking up the stairs of your 2-story lavish home. Your plan was to just come upstairs to relax and get away from the source of your attitude, but you hear his heavy footsteps not far behind you.

You smack your teeth and roll your eyes as you walk into your shared master bedroom. “Roman, I just don’t wanna talk to you right now.” Truth be told, you’re not exactly sure why you’ve been mean to him. He hasn’t done anything wrong, really. You just wish he was at home more.

You glance up from your phone to see him firmly put his drink down on the dresser. He walks up to you and quickly takes your phone out of your hands and places it on the same dresser.

“Really?” You squint your eyes, looking up at his large figure. He had on black sweatpants and a fitted, black T shirt that displayed his muscles that looked like they were trying to break free. He’s also been getting a little more grey in his beard as the years go by, and it just makes him look even more fine.

“Yes, really. Baby, I’m getting tired of your lil’ smart ass mouth.” He admits.

Your mouth parts a little, surprised that he’s arguing back at you. Usually he keeps everything in when you get like this.

“Okay well I wouldn’t have a ‘smart ass mouth’ if you didn’t make me mad.” You cross your arms across your chest, unintentionally pushing your breasts together which caught Roman’s attention for a split second.

He licked his lips, but returned back to his upset expression on his face.

“But that’s the thing! I don’t know why you’re mad!” His voice raises just a little out of frustration.

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look away from him. “I already told you why I was mad.”

There was silence in the bedroom for a bit, but it felt longer with his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

“…I know what it is.” Roman finally says, stroking his thick beard slowly.

You say nothing, wanting to hear if he finally figured it out.

“You need some of my attention.” He tells you. You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time today.

Ugh, he has such a big ego.

“Oh please, Roman. If I want attention, I know how to get it.” You rebut his so-called realization.

“Yeah, you sure do. I haven’t been home as much, and you just need some attention.”

He walks closer to the edge of the bed, towering over you and brings one of his large hands to your chest, gently and firmly pushing you back to lay on the king-sized bed.

You don’t even have time to let out a smart ass remark because Roman captures your soft, plump lips in his. He took the lead in the kiss, caressing your lips, and you could taste the faint presence of the brown liquor. His hands wrapped around your thighs and hooked them around his waist.

You started to bring your hands to his face, but he stopped you and pinned them both to the soft mattress, and at the same time, he softly slipped his tongue into your mouth to start sloppily kissing.

All the anger and irritation that you felt towards him just seemed to melt away in his mouth as his kisses took your breath away. You let out a whimper and breathless moan.

His soft lips left your mouth, but stayed connected to your skin as he trailed open mouth kisses down your jaw, then to your awaiting neck. He licked a hot stripe up your sweet spot, then latched his lips right there and kissed and sucked it.

You bit your swollen lips and tried to break out of the hold that his hands still had on yours, pinned to the bed.

“If I let go, are you gon’ give me any more mouth?” His voice came out deeper than normal, so turned on and horny.

You helplessly shake your head no.

He unpins his hands from yours, but for some reason you keep them there, above your head. He notices this.

“Yea, you know what? Keep ‘em up there.” His lips leave your neck, trailing over your collarbone, kissing there, and then to your breasts.

“Giving me all that damn sass and shit…” He quietly growls out before wrapping his lips around your hard nipple and swirling his tongue around it. Your back arches up from the bed and closer to his mouth.

His other hand gently kneads your other breast, rolling the nipple between his thick, strong fingers.

You moaned out at the delicious feeling. It was like the pleasure from your nipples went straight down to your core, making more of your essence leak out of you and onto your pink panties.

Roman’s lips kissed across the valley between your breasts and wrapped his lips around the other nipple. His tongue swirling around it and sucking it made your head spin.

“This what you wanted baby?” He looks you dead in your eyes before resuming his delicious attack on your sensitive nipples.

You threw your head back on the bed in pleasure, unable to answer.

His lips left your nipple and you feel both of his strong hands on your waist, flipping you over on your stomach. He grabs your hips, so your ass is in the air.

You feel the bed lighten as he gets off it, but his presence is back just as quickly as it left. He took his sweatpants and boxers off, his heavy cock very erect.

You feel his hands grab and squeeze your cheeks, before landing a spank on one, and it makes you lurch forward a little.

He pulls you right back to where you were. “Mm mm. Ain’t no running, baby. You been acting like a little brat all week. I’m ‘bout to get all that outta you.” He lands another spank on your other cheek, enjoying watching the cheeks jiggle.

Roman hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties and slides them off of your ass, but only pulls them down to stop at your knees.

He pulls your plump cheeks apart, seeing that little hole glistening, dripping, and squeezing around nothing.

“Unghh, Roman…please?” Your voice comes out in a whimper.

“Oh, now you wanna be nice?” He laughs. “Don’t worry baby, Daddy will get you right.” Those were the last words you hear before you felt his tongue lick up the length of your pussy.

It invaded all of your wet folds, spreading your wetness everywhere. His large hand grabbed your ass, pulling it away from his mouth, trying to spread you out as much as possible for his tongue.

You couldn’t even think straight, it felt so good. He maneuvered his skilled tongue up and down, slowly, but reaching every part of your pussy.

He then switched between flicking your exposed clit with his tongue and sucking it between his lips to get your taste in his mouth.

“Fuck, princess. You always taste so good.” He tells you then resumes back to delicately flicking your fluttering clit. He licked up to your hole, then stuck his tongue inside your pussy.

“Oohh Roman!” The words came out of your mouth before you realized it. He then got into a motion of moving his tongue in and out of your desperate hole.

This felt too good. You started to move your hips back, fucking his tongue. That made him groan out. “Come on baby, just like that.”

You were getting closer to your orgasm just by fucking his tongue when he suddenly pulled away. You looked at him over your shoulder.

“Why’d you stop?” You desperately ask him.

He smirks and kneels on the bed behind you. “Because I want you to take this dick and come on it.” He says lowly. You feel him rub the head of his heavy cock up and down your slick folds, his other hand resting on your hip.

He does this for too long. “Roman please just put it in,” You practically beg him. He doesn’t say anything but makes your wish come true. He slowly slides his thick length inside your tight pussy. He growled lowly at the intense pleasure.

He lets you get adjusted to his size, which he can tell by you not being so tense anymore. You just let your body flop against the bed.

He kept one hand on your hip and brought the other one to your shoulder, getting leverage. The first few thrusts were gentle, making you moan out.

Roman wanted you to lose yourself a couple times.

With both hands on your waist now, he increased the strength of his thrusts, but not going too hard. Just enough to make you want to run from him because it feels too good.

“I knew you just needed some dick.” His pleasure-filled voice rang out. Your face rested against the sheets. Your mouth was hanging open, not able to form words, and spit was leaking onto the sheets just like your juices were.

“Tell Daddy how good I’m digging you out.” Roman prompted and slowed his thrusts to be achingly slow, feeling every ridge, every inch of his cock rubbing against your walls.

“Mmm—it feels so good, Daddy.” You manage to get out.

He resumed his powerful, deep thrusts while looking at how your ass jiggled with each one. He raised his hand and brought a blow to your ass amid his thrusts. “You better act right after this.” He warns you.

Every thrust makes you crave more and more, so you say anything to keep him from stopping.

“I—I will Daddy. I’ll be so g—good.” You say in between your moans of pleasure and whimpers.

“Alright. Let me hit that spot for you, princess.” He forces your back to arch more so he can rub against your G-spot.

He finds it instantly, feeling you clench tighter around him.

“Oh fuck! Yesss—right there!” You scream out. He dug you out so good it made your head want to explode.

“Yeah? Come on, princess. You taking that dick so good.” Roman kept thrusting at that exact angle. You felt your orgasm quickly building and it finally hit you.

Your legs were shaking and you screamed as more of your juices leaked out and onto Roman’s dick.

He loved feeling your pussy clamp down on his dick like that and you always creamed too.

He let you ride your high, but then he gently pulled out and switched positions so that he laid on the large bed and you were straddling him. He brought your face down to his and kissed you, while positioning his length to enter you again.

Your mouth fell open in pleasure and he slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Roman wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug and drilled up into your crying pussy.

“Oh my God, shit Roman! Yo—you fuck me so good,” You moan into his ear.

“Because you was asking for it, baby.” He released you from his arms and you sat up with his hands on your hips.

Now he was making you move up and down. Slow, but hard. The combination of different styles made you feel your orgasm start to come quicker than usual. It was so intense you wanted to cry.

Roman was looking at you, biting his lip. He brought his hand up to your neck and squeezed just the slightest.

“Come on, baby.. Fuck yourself so you can come, and I’ll come with you.” Roman just always knew what to say to push you over that edge of losing yourself.

You keep bouncing on his throbbing dick and Roman feels his balls begin to tighten.

His hips meet your bouncing, more frantic, and your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm hits you. Your walls tighten even more on his thickness, pushing him over the edge too.

Your thighs try to close together, but Roman keeps them open, his thumb landing on your clit and rubs circles on it to help prolong your orgasm as he comes inside of you.

“Fuck…” He lowly says as his mouth hangs open also.

You both try to catch your breath, both of you thoroughly satisfied now. Roman gently raises you up off of him, and wraps his arms around you once you’re laying next to him on the bed.

He kisses your forehead and you both are silent, just enjoying each other’s presence. After a while, Roman asks you a question.

“Did you really just need me?” He says in your ear.

You nod. “…I just missed you. I know you have to work, but—I don’t know. I guess I just let it control me..” You admit as you shyly look at his naked chest, tracing the tribal markings on his skin.

His fingers raise your chin up to look at his eyes. “Baby, you can tell me those things.” He says with honesty. You two kiss again.

“Hey, next time I’m away, and you miss me…just call me. I always answer.” He says after breaking away from the kiss. “I’ll even talk you through it over the phone.” He winks at you, making you hit his chest playfully and you both laugh before snuggling each other, waiting to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[thyunny]

''are you wearing pants?,, - soobin

a/n: omg. i was laying in bed tryna sleep when i thought of this title and fic. i was proud of myself it’s kinda embarrassing lmao. i wrote this at 2am >~< this is also my first ever fanfic!! enjoy and show some love<3

word count: 2.0k

warnings: [smut! mdni! 18+] bigdick!soobin, lowkeyperv!soobin, fem!reader, lower cased, dirty talk, soobin is uncircumcised, pubic hair on soobin, praise/degrading from reader, breeding kink (soobin), size kink (soobin), masturbation from both, not proof read, soobin’s just a simp and can’t wait :3

today was the fifth day that soobin had been gone. he’s with the rest of txt as they were in america performing for u.s. moas. you’ve missed him and craved his delicate touch; his warm, clammy hands, slender fingers touching your body wherever he wanted. but you both made a promise–not to touch yourselves until soobin got back. the both of you came upon an agreement that whoever loses gets to be punished and humiliated by the other. you’ve been keeping that promise, so tempted to reach down your panties as that certain sensation stirs in your stomach every time soobin sends you a selfie of him after the show, all hot and sweaty. you know he’s teasing you, trying to push you to the edge. yet, you still stand your ground.

after the concert was over for the night, soobin and the boys went to their respective hotel rooms with everyone having their own. soobin would take this as an advantage to call you so the boys can’t tease him about you. you were perfect–too pretty and perfect–from your curves to the tip of your nose and to your feet. deep down, soobin felt very fortunate to have you.

soobin was excited to finally talk to you. even though it’s only been a day, he still misses you and your touch immensely. after he took a shower and changed into his pajamas, he leaped onto his bed with his phone in hand, tapping the call symbol next to your contact. it didn’t take long for you to pick up.

to soobin’s delight, you were laying on your stomach on the floor and seemingly doodling in a notebook as you kicked your feet back and forth with your phone propped up against one of the four legs of your bed. he grinned widely, lifting his hand up and waving at you through the screen.

“hi, y/n. you look adorable, baby,” he cooed, staring at your relaxed figure, not at all trying to hide his unfathomable interest in you.

“i know. i tried to put myself together,” you beamed back at him, puckering your lips at him. “i miss you, soob.”

“i miss you, too, silly,” soobin chuckled, his phone’s camera angled up perfectly to show his meritorious face and have a bit of his plain white t-shirt in frame.

awkward silence set in for a moment, until you broke it. “anything special happen at the concert?” you perked up, raising your eyebrows as you held your smile.

“tons! moa was very sweet and interactive the whole time. i always feel bad leaving them,” soobin pouted playfully.

you giggled at his cuteness. this man was adorable, how did you bag him?

the both of you yapped and yapped back and forth for around half an hour, just about your days and how they were. there wasn’t much to talk about though because you called every night. just when the silence set in again, soobin had the urge to glance down at the cleavage of your tits, plush against the floor as you still laid on your stomach. he gulped, trying to hide his nervousness. he was tired, but he would’ve loved to jerk off before bed.

soobin decided to risk it, wanting to be punished by you anyways as the agreement was just that. he slowly reached down into his sweats and down his boxers, gripping and squeezing his hardening dick, gently stroking it as it grew. he stared at your tits, thoughts filling his mind of what he would do with them. occasionally, he looked up at your beautiful face to admire it.

just then as you didn’t notice his staring, you dropped your pen and looked at him through the screen. “have you kept the promise so far?” 

he tried to be discreet, keeping his facial expressions to a minimum, persisting a straight face. “yes. i’m surprised i haven’t lost yet, you know?” soobin chuckled sheepishly, a light blush coating his cheeks. his tone was innocent as he lied, despite what he was doing.

you snickered, smiling at him. “i’ve kept it also. i always have the urge, but i just leave it alone,” you admitted.

soobin took his bottom lip into his mouth, softly biting down onto it as he continued pumping himself slowly, his massive hand stretching around his enormous cock, tugging up and down as he still stared at your tits. oh, how fond he was of them.

you noticed his lip biting, but just shrugged it off as one of his habits.

“you haven’t even touched yourself? not even a little bit?” you asked out of curiosity, completely oblivious to the fact that soobin was right now.

with a soft groan as he let his lip go, he gulped and shook his head no. “not at all,” he mumbled.

something about the change in his tone and demeanor wasn’t convincing you. you tilted your head at him. “hmm, okay,” you hummed, picking your phone up to angle it up on your face and body as you sat up. you decided now was the time to tease him!

“do they look good? i bought this top the other day,” you smiled sweetly into the camera, referring to your tits.

oh, all the things soobin could say.

“of course they do. they always do. especially when my dick’s in between them,” he huffed, his phone bobbing up and down every so often.

his words truly caught you off guard, only expecting him to say the first bits. your eyes widened and jaw dropped, your smile then converting into a wicked smile.

“oh, yeah? i bet you’re missing that right now,” you teased, cupping one of your breasts with one of your small hands–one of the things soobin absolutely adored about you. he doted the size difference between your bodies, finding himself thinking about your tight and gummy walls around his cock.

soobin groaned, letting the back of his head hit the headboard of the bed against the wall, making a small noise. “love your body, babe. wanna come all over it,” he purred, the sinful words dripping off his tongue.

with his hand still working, his dick started to ache with pleasure. the veins within his cock pulsed blood straight to the skin of his hot and angry tip with a bit of extra friction from his foreskin rubbing against it. he couldn’t see the action happening within his pants, not daring to look away from the screen in case of suspicion from you. 

“soobin!” you scolded. “what’s with the dirty words?” you mocked, but deep down, you loved his words of appreciation.

you started to take notice of the shaky camera and the way the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time. his struggled breathing, it was all a signal he might be doing something behind the camera. you decided to confront him about it.

“is my baby letting go? what happened to the promise?” you pouted, your pink and plump lips were the thing that soobin needed around the base of his cock right about now.

soobin tutted, holding back a moan from deep in his throat. “what are you talking about?” he tried to play dumb, only earning a tut back from you.

“i know what you’re doing, soobin. if you let me in on it, i’ll let you come,” you spoke, pointing your finger at him. “deal?”

“deal,” he sputtered, a breathy moan falling out of his mouth as he heard you say his name.

“now show me your dick, baby,” you spoke softly, wanting desperately to see him since you haven’t in so long.

with the shaky hand that was holding his phone, he rested the bottom of his phone on his chest before flipping the camera to showcase his flushed cock, pre-cum leaking out the hole.

your eyes weren’t deceiving you, this was real. soobin’s dick was like a fantasy. it was perfect and pretty in every way. huge, red and veiny, just how you like it. you whimpered yourself when he pulled his dick completely out of his sweats, rubbing his right hand up and down his cock, his foreskin coming up, vacuuming the head before going back down as his hand rested against his stubble of pubic hair. you were practically drooling at the sight, saliva inching down the corner of your bottom lip.

soobin stared at you through the screen, specifically your tits and how they snuggled into your tight top, hard nipples poking through the fabric; imagining himself peeking his tip through the seam of your tits, coming immensely and the cum dripping down your tits. the fantasies that he had were insane, his mind swirling with sinful thoughts.

“are you gonna come soon? couldn't wait til you come home, slut?” the degration slipped out of your mouth, causing a growl to drop from soobin’s.

“y/n…’m close, want you on my dick right now,” he uttered, biting his bottom lip feverishly behind the camera, his head falling back yet again abutting the headboard.

“set your phone up. wanna see your face as you fuck yourself,” you spoke, your tone demanding.

and soobin did so, pushing the comforters down as they bunched up, setting his phone up against them as he flipped the camera back around.

this was amazing; now you could see his admirable facial expressions he made along with the frantic pumping of his cock. he occasionally peeked down at his phone to look at your tits again, having a crave for them around his shaft.

soobin moaned and groaned, his face contorting and twisting in so many ways, mostly in pleasure as his other hand reached down to massage his heavy balls. his cheeks puffed up with air before disappearing when his jaw dropped slack, his voice echoing throughout the room, but in an effort to keep his tone down.

“that’s it. good boy. tell me how much you love me,” you purred as you stopped gawking for a moment to reach your dainty hand into your panties, your fingertips needily rubbing against your clit as your eyes fluttered shut.

soobin babbled, saying how much he loved and wanted your body, how he wanted to worship it and claim it as his own. “gonna come. wanna fill you up, baby,” he confessed, no shame within his expression.

those words immediately set you off, fingertips rubbing as fast as possible against your perky clit, chasing your orgasm. you opened your eyes to see his lengthy and girthy cock twitch in his hand as he slowed down his pumps, on the brink of his orgasm.

“come for me, baby,” you spoke soothingly as you gave him permission to come.

soobin watched you touched yourself, and it was a sight to him. he felt the electricity rushing down his spine and straight to his dick as he observed.

you watched attentively as cum erupted from the hole in his tip, squirting up into the air before landing on the sheets, staining them. cum leaked down his shaft, hastily picked up by his hand as he tugged lightly yet fast, moaning as his thighs trembled from the sensation of not coming for days on end. his orgasm was huge and gratifying, and his facial expressions said it all.

as you witnessed his orgasm, you felt yours coming too. the knot in your stomach snapped as you came, slick dripping out from your hole as your panties caught most of it. you let out a few noises of your own as you rode out your orgasm, your fingers swiping up and down against your pussy, thinking of soobin’s wet tongue lapping up your slick.

“fuck,” soobin cursed, feeling his dick softening now as he shoved it back into his boxers, not wanting to clean up yet. “that felt so good, y/n.”

you chuckled at his words, reaching your hand up from your panties as you wiped it on a nearby towel. “you act like i was there.”

“in my mind you were,” soobin laughed, his toothy smile beaming at the camera as he lifted it back up at the same angle it was before. “i love you so much, i’ll be home soon.”

“i love you, too, bunny. stay safe.”

“of course~.”

a/n: OMG FINALLY. this took me nearly 2 hours. i love soobin tho>:3 gl to the members as they take their hiatus. i’m so proud of them. my babies<3

[seneon]

anyways loser emo dabi x popular cheerleader gf reader next ⁉️🥵🥵😢😣😫

★ BROOKLYN BABY ( GRUNGE¡DABI )

"what is this damn song?" dabi asked and raised a brow, his azure eyes glued to the screen. it portrayed an image of both you and dabi where you sat on his lap, taking a cute selfie with his chin rested on your shoulders and you sticking our your tongue cheekily.

the song "brooklyn baby" kept replaying over and over again as you kept replaying the instagram story you just posted.

"it's a cute song, isn't it? you're pretty cool, but i'm definitely cooler than you," you replied, hiding a silly grin that threatened to spread across your lips as he rolled his eyes, looking back at your phone screen.

"right. i'm nowhere as cool as you i guess," he murmured, earning a giggle from you as you both watched your instagram story blow up with likes and replies and whatnot that could buzz your phone for the entire night.

dabi reaches his fingers out, brushing across your screen as he turned on "DND" to silence the buzzing. he feels weird to be seen on social media, especially featured in your social media story, a popular figure in the school.

you're the bright star, the glimmering girl who cheers for every sports team there is in the academy. the one who gets all the love and affection from every other souls who breathe the same air as you.

and dabi? well, he barely has a presence anywhere he goes. never seen at parties, never speaking to anyone, he doesn't even possess a social media account until you tell him to get one.

the angels have a way of intertwining people's fates together, apparently. you and dabi were a testament to that, your heart miraculously falling and connecting with his the moment you saw him looking at you while you're performing your cheer routine in the gym.

who knows a mysterious guy with a gaze so intense as his could make your heart and soul flutter so much that he has you absolutely nervous during your cheer and you faltered just a bit under his gaze.

"everyone loves us," you said and looked at your chat list, seeing at least ten people who already replied to your story in just under five minutes.

"you are my cool and pretty girlfriend, aren't you?" he presses a soft kiss onto your cheeks and holds you closer to him so he could bask in your warmth and your joviality.

dabi still does not understand how his forever-crush managed to become his girlfriend after he tried to gift her something from hot topic for a birthday— a store you secretly visit when there's no one around.

© SENEON 2025 ♱ do not repost, alter, or translate.

[teenidlegirl]

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⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀summary.⠀while enduring this pregnancy journey, you unexpectedly meet miguel’s mother and she offers support. miguel finally returns and he begs but you won’t give in. on a final note, you finally make a decision about the baby.

⠀ ᰦ 󠄀 ྀ .⠀♥︎⠀content.⠀angst, pregnancy, emotional distress, arguments, swearing, heartbreak, weird chapter (beginning is reader’s pov, later half is where chapter 14 left off)

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THREE WEEKS AGO.

since the ultrasound and that encounter with the little boy and his mother at the grocery store, you’ve been conflicted about this pregnancy. from the beginning, you were uncertain about keeping the baby because there was no room in your life for one. it was never a consideration to have children. but these recents events have slightly altered your view.

the ultrasound picture hangs on your fridge, a reminder of the reality you’re in now. a tiny blob currently growing in your womb. at first, it was stored away in your drawer of your nightstand to avoid seeing it but eventually your mind changed and decide to hang it up. you’re still somewhat fascinated by it, that tiny blob that will eventually be a miniature version of you, if you decide to keep it.

but that decision continues to linger in your mind as each day passes by. whenever you go out and see a mother with her child, you always envision your own scenarios with your own potential future child. those envisions always made your heart swell. the other day while taking luna out for a walk, you saw a woman with her daughter, who appeared to be a toddler, having their own little mother-daughter picnic. both wearing matching dresses with floral prints. it was such a heartwarming scene, the mother showing off her affection for her daughter with hugs and kisses over her head. just like any other scenery, you envision yourself with your child, in this case a daughter. having your own little picnic and wearing matching dresses, cute mother-daughter bonding.

you didn’t realize tears slowly swelling up in your eyes until your sight became a bit glossy. the conflicting emotions were too intense that you had to walk away, rushing back to your apartment. that was when you decided to hang up the ultrasound pic.

the conflict grew more complicated and it was annoying the hell out of you. but with these heartwarming scenarios, you’ve been gradually leaning towards the possibility of keeping and having the baby. imagined a miniature version of you wandering around the apartment, giggles and babbles bouncing off the four walls, luna being chased by the baby. these types of scenarios were making the decision more complex than it already is. but the fear and uncertainty still lingers as well.

lately, your friends have been visiting you to check how you’re doing and wondering if you need anything. lyla would blurt out a million questions about the pregnancy and what it’s like growing another human inside you, she’s a little nerd on the inside. mj would be making and prepping a nice cup of tea or whatever drink you want. anne would grab blankets to provide you comfort you need especially during these chilly nights. all of you huddled together as if it’s a sleepover during your teen years.

the boys would visit as well. peter would tag along with mj after getting off from work like the first time. eddie would show up at your door with whatever food you were craving with a stupid smile on his face, both of you munching on the food while shit-talking about jameson and any other asshole from work. one visit, anne tagged along with him which surprised you and made you raise a brow. their excuse was for accidentally arriving at the same time. you couldn’t help but smirk, they definitely showed up together. harry made a stop by and offered comfort. like everyone else, he offered support but it was different since the man was loaded as hell. in the end, you are forever grateful to supportive and caring friends.

but you were still missing the support and care from one specific person. miguel still hasn’t responded and you give up at this point. the message was clear he did not want to be involved and never return so why bother anymore. no matter how much you wish for him to answer back and show up at your door, you had to get over it. waiting on him was killing you. you had to stop hanging onto that thread of hope. there wasn’t any left, it vanished completely.

you had to let him go.

no matter how much you didn’t want to and now matter how much it made your heart ached.

but the pain and suffering he inflicted on you forever has a profound impact. there were still moments, mostly at night, you would shed tears because of his negligence and betrayal. still in disbelief that the very man who vowed his love to you, made you feel loved and valued like no other, abandoned you when you needed him the most. left you with another broken heart expect this one hurt more than ever because you believed he truly loved you like you did him.

as days passed, that love you held for miguel in your heart gradually transformed into hatred. your heart no longer beats with warm and adoration but instead resentment and anger. once red now black and cold, as if it has rotten like an apple. perhaps like the poison apple from snow white.

joel broke your heart, miguel rotten it.

perhaps love was a complete joke.

you truly believed miguel was different than joel. he would restore your broken heart and replace that pain with new profound love. however, he did the same as well but rotten your heart with false hope instead. the second man to damage your heart.

only pain and anger beats for them both.

the text messages and calls stopped. there were utterly useless and it was clear miguel wouldn’t come back. the conclusion was that he wouldn’t be in the picture and you didn’t care anymore. his silence was enough for you that you no longer needed him. it may be a difficult journey but you can do it without that asshole. you won’t let miguel win.

currently, you’re returning from the local bookstore that is around the block. luckily pets were allowed so you were able to take luna with you. a sci-fi horror book was your new purchase and to be added to your book collection. it also severed as a reminder to clean out your bookshelf of books you no longer need or like anymore, it’s a bit cramped as well.

heading to your apartment, you notice a woman standing in the middle of the hallway, more precisely in front of your apartment. your brows furrowed slightly in confusion as you slowly approach her. the woman seems to hear you as she turns around. curly brunette with little streaks of silver.

she offers a kind smile. “hello, are you…” your eyes widen a little when she mentions your name.

“yes…” you say skeptically. “and you are…?”

“i’m conchata o’hara, miguel’s mother.”

you stand there in shock. you finally met his mother. never would’ve thought of actually meeting her one day, mainly due to what miguel had told you about their estranged relationship.

but the real question is: why is she here?

now you’re even a bit more skeptical.

“forgive me for arriving unexpectedly, i know we’ve never properly met due to my and miguel’s situation so it may be a bit awkward.”

she seems to be… decent so far.

“the reason i came here today is because i know about the whole situation.”

well, it’s not like miguel is here and she could visit.

she takes one step closer, a sorrowful expression on her face. “first and foremost, i want to say i’m so sorry you’re battling this alone.”

oh… this was a little unexpected.

“you shouldn’t be and i’m so sorry. i wanted to come here to see you. i understand if you don’t wish to accept it since i’m miguel’s mother but believe me, i’m just as furious at him as much as you are, hija.”

so she aware of his son’s stupidity, good to know you both are on the same page. since she’s his mother, she most definitely pissed the hell off like you. a mother’s fury, especially a latina mother, is something everyone is afraid of.

“i… i appreciate that very much, señora.”

“please, call me conchata.” she offer a kind smile.

you lightly shake your head, smiling back. “i like to be polite, especially meeting for the first time.”

“you’re very kind, hija. really too kind.”

“would you like to come in? i can make café if you like?” you offer kindly.

“i would love that very much.”

you welcome conchata into your home. luna greets the woman with several barks before silently sniffing at her ankles with her tail wagging. as you heading to the kitchen to make coffee, conchata gently guides you to the living room instead.

“i can make it, hija. don’t worry about it.”

“but you’re my guest, it’s okay.” you kindly inject.

“you’ve got to much on your hands. please don’t worry, it’s the least i can do.”

sighing, you comply. you sit down on the couch while conchata makes the coffee. orange juice was your choice of beverage due to your pregnancy. after a few minutes, she returns with a mug in one hand and your glass of orange juice in the other. you thank her with a kind smile as she hands your glass of juice and she takes a seat on the other side of the couch.

“firstly, how are you doing, dear?”

you knew she’s referring to the pregnancy. “i’m alright. thankfully, i don’t have morning sickness anymore and i can actually function.”

the woman smiles softly, relieved to hear you’re doing better. “i’m very glad you’re feeling better. i remember it and i do not miss it. i couldn’t leave the bed for weeks, it was un dismadre.”

you softly chuckle, feeling a bit bad for her. “how awful, i’m sorry you had to deal with that.”

she waves it off with a hand. “the glories of pregnancy, such a beautiful thing.”

you can sense the sarcasm in her tone, making you chuckle because it’s true. everyone experiences pregnancy differently and most deal with morning sickness, at different levels yet still an awful experience. truly such a beautiful thing.

you notice her expression gradually transforms into a more remorseful one, sensing the shift of the atmosphere into deep seriousness.

“i just… can’t believe this…” her tone grows quiet, remorseful. “i know i said this before but i am incredibly sorry you’re dealing with this, hija.”

your expression matches her own, silently listening.

“i just can’t believe he would do this…” she truly sounds in disbelief, shocked at her son’s idiotic behavior. “when peter called me and told me everything, i wanted to find him and kill him.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly at her confession but ultimately understand. hearing about your own son disappearing after getting a girl pregnant would set your entire body on fire with pure fury.

“i raised him to be a good man and to be a responsible human being.” her tone turns serious for a moment. “i raised him to be better.”

conchata did, in fact, raised a good man. before everything collapsed, miguel was a kindhearted man. offered his services, fixed your bookshelf and car engine, offered his jacket when you were cold at coney island, always gave you compliments and sweet praises, made you feel happy and safe.

you just wondered why that all was thrown out the window the minute he left.

“what miguel did was irresponsible.” she states firmly, staring at you with such seriousness. “he left you alone to deal with this, it’s unacceptable. i want you to know that i’m beyond furious with him. that man is not my son with that idiotic behavior.”

wow, you like her more.

“if he ever decides to come back, don’t feel obligated to forgive him. i’m not here to persuade you to take him back, no absolutely not. it’s your decision whether to forgive him or not. what miguel did hurt you indefinitely and it’s not forgivable.”

you internally agree with conchata and appreciate her support wholeheartedly. she is right, he did hurt you indefinitely and it’s left a large scar on you.

she sighs deeply before continuing on. “i also understand your uncertainty about… the baby.”

suddenly, you feel your breathe caught in your throat. the grandmother of your potential future child sits in front of you asking about the said child. a sudden wave of anxiousness course through you.

conchata seems to notice your anxious state and gently takes your hand in hers. “whatever your decision you’ll make, i’ll support you completely. you choose what’s best for you. this concerns your well-being, you choose for yourself.”

her supportive words makes your heart melt. you truly appreciate it, especially from her.

“if you choose to keep it, i’ll 100% support you and the baby. whatever you need, i’ll be there.” she states with such sincerity. “if not, i’ll still be there to support you through the process. my house is open to you, and the baby if you choose to keep it. in any scenario, i am here to support and help you, hija.”

suddenly you feel tears prickling in your eyes. the pregnancy hormones only make you more emotional. her support truly means significantly to you and you can’t help but pull her into a tight embrace which conchata gladly accepts, like a mother would.

“thank you so much.” you sniffle.

“of course, hija.” she gently rubs your back.

after a moment, you release each other from the emotional embrace. conchata hands you tissues from the box sitting on the coffee table, quietly thanking her as you take them from her.

“your words and support mean so much to me… appreciate it so much, mrs, o’hara. i’m forever grateful, gracias.” you smile through tears.

she offers a smile. “of course, hija. i’m here for you, my doors are always open to you. anything you need, don’t ever hesitate to reach out, you’re not alone.”

that last phrase makes you tear up again.

‘you’re not alone.’

you know you have supper from friends. you still heavens told your family, nevertheless your parents and you’re still nervous to tell them. the day will eventually come when you’re ready. but now with conchata’s support, you truly don’t feel that alone anymore. miguel is still gone but at least his mother has sympathy and common sense.

after cleaning up tears and the dishes, you and conchata exchange goodbyes. giving you one final reminder to reach out for help. once she left and you close the door, you glance down at your tummy. you place a hand over it, as if silently communicating with the tiny life form growing inside. letting them know that they would have support. the thought makes your heart swell once again.

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PRESENT DAY.

all the blood flowing through your veins went entirely cold. the beating of your heart suddenly stops. waves of fury corses through you like a tsunami. you can feel the anger radiating from your skin.

miguel is back.

the son of bitch that abandoned you finally came back, standing in front of you with a scared expression that pisses you off. after 3 weeks of abandonment, the bastard decides to finally show up. you scoff mentally at the thought, in pure disbelief at his sudden return.

part of you wants to cry and yell at him for the pain he caused. scream all the pain and suffering right in his fucking face. kick and punch the shit out of him. if you weren’t carrying a tiny being in your belly, you would beat the shit of miguel with no hesitation. back in your teen years, you use to put bitches back in their place if they messed with you. unfortunately, you can’t give miguel the same treatment.

“you son of a bitch…”

miguel gulps anxiously at your cold tone of hatred that you harbor for him, rightfully so. it wasn’t the saw gentle tone contained with love and gentleness. not in the sweet manner you used to talk to him. he feels trails of sweat down the back of his neck.

“bebé, i—”

“shut the fuck up.”

you cutting him off so abruptly makes miguel wince, he feels utterly pathetic and guilty. you notice it and you scoff mentally, he really was pathetic.

“you fucking asshole…”

miguel deserves every derogatory word from you. asshole, bastard, son of a bitch, all of it he deserves it. he calls himself all those terms too. he deserves every once of your anger towards him.

“you left me…” you whisper with such sadness and anger, feeling tears gradually swelling in your eyes.

you sound so heartbroken that it stabs miguel right in the fucking heart a million times. he can feel his own tears swelling his eyes of guilt.

“lo siento, bebé—”

“you LEFT me!” you snap at him, eyes wide in fury which silents him immediately. “you left me for 3 fucking weeks, miguel! you left me to deal with this shit by MYSELF! I CALLED YOU AND TEXTED YOU AND YOU NEVER ANSWERED!”

your voice of frustration echos throughout the entire parking garage. it wouldn’t be a surprise if people, either inside or outside, could hear.

miguel just stands there like the pathetic, guilty fuck he is. eyes swelled with tears, on the verge of breaking down. your voice of frustration and hurt ringing in his ears, stabbing his heart.

this is where his idiotic decisions led to, you screaming and crying at him.

“I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! I TRUSTED YOU! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

miguel panics at that. “i do love you!—”

“NO YOU DON’T BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LEFT ME!” you shout, allowing those tears to fall. “YOU LEFT ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!”

that was a big stab to his heart. it’s the truth, he did leave you when you needed him the most and miguel is a fucking idiot for not realizing sooner. you had to navigate this life-changing situation on your own without his support. you were dealing with this, stressed out and crying for unforgettable hours while his stupid ass was back at his stupid cabin.

he felt tears running down his cheeks.

“i needed you, miguel!” you sob, making it incredibly difficult for miguel to not rush over, cradle for your face and wipe your tears away.

the guilt was hitting him like a train. those tears of pain and sadness in those beautiful eyes kills him, especially knowing he is the cause of them.

“i needed you…” you sob uncontrollably, not caring how much of a mess you are right now. “i was so alone… abandoned…”

now he’s crying as well, the guilt hitting him harder.

“i waited… waited for you to come back…” another sob. “but you didn’t.” your tone went cold for a sec.

he should’ve gone back sooner so you wouldn’t have gone through so much suffering he caused. but he can’t change the past, the damage is done and miguel has no control over it.

“i went to the doctor’s appointment alone… sitting in the lobby alone in a room with other patients with their partners… supporting and comforting them… DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING HARD THAT WAS?! SITTING THERE AND WATCHING THEM GETTING THE LOVE AND SUPPORT THEM NEEDED WHILE I WAS SITTING ALL ALONE?!”

miguel feels like the biggest asshole in the entire universe. he remembers your text that day after unlocking his phone weeks later and how he broke down into tears. now hearing it again from you makes him cry harder, the guilt consuming him.

“I FELT SO FUCKING MISERABLE!” you shout, sobbing uncontrollably once again. “I HAD TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT BY MYSELF! I CRIED SO MANY TIMES BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID!”

it kills him to think about it, the amount of tears you shed because of him. miguel really hates himself.

you pause a moment to wipe some tears away. miguel still fought the urge to wipe them away himself because he knows he can’t.

“i trusted you… with everything… my heart…” your voice dies down, now more remorseful which makes miguel’s heart ache. “i really thought you were different… i thought you were the right man… a good, caring person… i thought you were the one…”

miguel stares at you with wide, tearful eyes. he wanted to be the right man, he still wants to be the right man. but his stupid actions changed that.

“but i guess not.”

now he starts to panic. no, no, no. he still wants to be the right man for you. miguel loves you and he doesn’t want to lose you… but he already did.

“i thought joel broke my heart and he did but you… you just rotten it to the fucking core.”

miguel’s own heart shatters at that. putting him and that asshole joel in the same sentence makes him seethe, remembering what joel did to you, but realizes he hurt you more.

“mi amor, please i’m so so so sorry. i should never have left you alone, i scared of—”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “scared of what?”

“losing you!” he cries.

“you lost me the moment you walked out that door.”

miguel’s eyes widen once again. panic causes him to step forward and reach out with a shaky hand. “please mi alma, let me explain—”

“stay the fuck away from me.”

the bastard winces again and immediately steps back, shooting a remorseful glance.

“you hurt me, miguel, and i will never forgive you.”

his teary eyes widen once again. but then he remembers his mother’s words.

‘then don’t expect forgiveness immediately.’

‘i won’t forgive you until she forgives you. but i highly doubt she will and i do not blame her one bit.’

you won’t be forgiving him, not any time soon or ever which means his mother won’t either. but your forgiveness is much more important.

your expression turns cold, serious as you glare up at him with piercing eyes. “i don’t give a fuck about your excuse. i’ll say this once and once only, stay the fuck away from me and my baby.”

miguel’s eyes widen in shock again, both at your cold demeanor and the word ‘baby.’ he didn’t have time to respond expect standing there like a fool as you rush past him without sparing one final glance, leaving him alone in the parking garage. tears trailing down his face as he process everything that just happened. he feels his whole body go into panic mode, chest heaving and breathing heavily. feeling the entire world crumbling in his grasp as you walk away.

that’s when it hits him, he just lost you forever.

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ever since the argument with miguel, you’ve been staying at anne’s apartment. despite telling him to stay away from you, you knew he would keep running back to you since you’re literally next door neighbors. luckily, anne was kind enough to offer and allow you to stay at her place until things cool down. but honestly, who knows when that will happen.

since the argument, miguel has been leaving hundreds of text messages and calls. oh how the tables have turned. you blocked his number, thinking you should’ve done it sooner the moment he left and never came back for a while. but at least he gets a taste of his own fucking medicine.

with all these emotions, you’ve been thinking hard lately on your decision about the pregnancy. reflecting back your argument with miguel, you remember telling him to stay away from you and your baby. you referred to the tiny blob growing inside your belly as your baby, officially. you just said it to spite him, it was a spur of the moment. but reflecting on it got you thinking hard about this baby.

you’ve been rethinking everything. in the beginning, you were very uncertain about having a baby. there was no space in your apartment for another being, nevertheless a baby. although, you do make enough money to support another person. being a journalist does make you come home with some bank. it’s possible to make a small savings for baby stuff, a crib, car seat, stroller, diapers, and clothes. money doesn’t seem to be an issue. you just have to make little room for a crib, it can work out or just look for a place with two bedrooms would be easier.

but what’ve you been really thinking about is sarah, joel’s daughter. reflecting on those times during your relationship with joel, despite joel himself and his idiotic behavior, it was beautiful. sarah was a daughter to you and treated her as if she were your own. the way she sometimes called you ‘mom’ always made your heart skip a beat. earning such a title with significant meaning was an honor. she viewed you as a role model and a mother figure she’s been needing since her biological mother left once she was born. you stepped into that role and you enjoyed it very much. all the time you had spent together, shopping at the mall, painting each others nails, cooking and baking together, gossip about boys she had crushes on, do pranks on joel. you never realized how much you missed that.

sarah was your first glimpse at motherhood. you miss that bond. with this baby, you might have a second chance at having that bond again. don’t be mistaken, you miss sarah terribly, she is forever in your heart and viewed as a daughter to you. but with your own baby, you get to relive that bond on a much bigger level. a true shot at motherhood. perhaps you are ready for motherhood and just didn’t realize you’ve experienced it before.

luckily it was your day off so you remained in anne’s place and quickly texted the girls to come over to tell them big news regarding the baby. a few hours later, anne, lyla and mj show up with anticipated faces. all gathered up sitting at the dining table, they anxiously wait for the big announcement to come.

“so i finally made a decision….”

they can feel their hearts beating in anticipation. of course they knew about your uncertainty about the baby, whether you’d keep it or not. especially how terrified you were in the beginning. they all have been so supportive of you throughout this shitshow. now it’s finally time for the big reveal.

you, on the other hand, are anxious as your fiends are. heart pounding in your chest due to the anxiety flowing through your veins. it was a major thinking process for coming to a decision but part of you is finally prepared to finally reveal it.

“i’m keeping the baby.”

cries of relief fills in the air as your friends approach you with tearful eyes, warm embraces, and words of encouragement. that heavy feeling on your chest is finally lifted. the anxiety has suddenly vanished and relaxed with relief and happiness. for the first time in weeks, you cry tears of happiness.

you’re keeping this baby and are willing to take steps for preparing for motherhood. there were many doubts in the beginning but you’re fully confident to take this big step in your life. you want this baby and raise it with nothing but love and care.

but you also want to show that you’re capable of raising a baby on your own without miguel. you want to show him that you can do this without him because you don’t need him. he lost the right the moment he walk out the door. you’re going to show him you can do anything and nothing will stop you.

miguel can go fuck himself.

you and your friends end the night celebrating your big exciting news. while enduring a night of celebration, many blocks away back at your apartment building, miguel sits at the edge of his bed breaking down into tears for the nth time as he stares remorsefully at the picture of you and him at coney island you’d taken in a photo booth. drowning himself in tears of guilt as he realizes what he’s lost.

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[lkblackham]

Had the image of a half human, half Qunari baby pop in my head and got some good therapy practicing drawing cute babies.

Being the child of a nurse-midwife, I have witnessed many births and many different kinds of new dads (on video, to be clear - my mom didn't drag me around to births in person). And so, it is my belief that Emmrich would definitely be the weepy type of new dad. I love those dads.

My personal fanfic headcanon stuff that may or may not be cringe, I make no apologies:

1) Qunari kids, much like goats, do not fully grow their horns until they hit puberty. Which is definitely for the best, because a) birth OUCH and b) can you imagine a hyperactive 2-year-old running around with what amounts to two giant spears attached to their head?

So for the first 12+ years of their life, they just have cute lil forehead nubbins that still really hurt when they headbutt you during a tantrum.

2) It's a girl. Because we all know that Emmrich has strong Girl Dad energy.

3) Atash and Emmrich had a really tough time with names - both given names and surnames. Atash isn't particularly attached to her surname (Laidir) and so was totally fine with just 'Volkarin' for their kid. Emmrich was insistent on including 'Laidir', however, as he felt very strongly about Atash's heritage and story sharing an equal part with his in naming their daughter. So she's got 2 last names - one for Nevarra and one for Rivain. She can pick whichever she prefers, or neither, or both. What matters is that both are there to begin with.

This line of thinking also, obviously, complicated the given name. It's really hard when you're pretty certain this is going to be your only kid, and you're from two very different cultures with their own ideas about names, AND you have a rather tragically long list of people you love who have passed on and deserve to have a child named after them. Not to mention, both of you have names you just personally like, saved away in your head just in case you ever did have a kid to name.

In the end, Atash and Emmrich came up with a compromise, for which they really hope their daughter won't resent them in the future: they gave her *four* names. One for a family member, one for a fallen friend, one for her Qunari heritage, and one that's just hers and no one else's.

So, all together, it came to:

Lobelia Elannora Lace Nazay Laidir Volkarin

It's. It's a lot. Atash and Emmrich both acknowledge that. But it felt wrong to not include those tributes in their daughter's name.

Besides, this just means she has a lot of options, right? Right? Right. Definitely.

(They also acknowledge that Lace Harding would think this was absolutely ridiculous and laugh at them over it, but that mental image being there is part of why they did it)

And yes, of COURSE they chose a flower name.

4) Manfred is really friggin excited to get the chance to watch someone grow up and maybe teach THEM some things himself. Emmrich is really friggin excited on both a personal and academic level to raise his daughter alongside his ward, teaching her about spirits while Manfred learns from her about mortals.

Manfred's also a really great diaper changer because he doesn't have a nose and he's not squeamish about literally anything.

(Not that Atash or Emmrich take advantage of this.)

(Often.)

BY THE WAY, VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I do not believe that the default Happy Ending for everyone is having kids. In another universe, Emmrich and Rook are just as happy teaching Manfred how to be a person and mage (or not, if Emmrich became a lich) and going off on their own kid-free adventures. YOU MAKE THE CHOICES THAT ARE BEST FOR YOU and fuck what the tropes say.

This is just *my* fantasy cringe fluff. You do you. ♥️

[bunnyinvanilla]

okokok new idea 🤭

ovulating around John- you’re too nervous to bring it up but he KNOWS (or at least he knows something is eating away at you)

i’ll go crawl back in my hole now hehehehehe

he’s so perceptive he can read you off with a single glance, and don’t be surprised if he mentally memorizes your period cycle, he’s a man of habit, like a big, brown mountain bear… ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ

🍥 | warnings: sugar saddy!price x sugar baby fem!reader, laaarge age gap, price is in his 40s and reader is 21, reader is soft and feminine n sweet and price is like the hunter from snowhite, ehehe

it’s a lot of things — the new cologne he’s been wearing, that gorgeous watch around his thick, muscular wrist that makes you literally go insane, when he sits and parts his thighs widely, smoking his cigars, when he bucks his hips upwards, when he tilts his head and twitches his mustache, when he calls you princess, angel, babydoll…

well it’s basically everything he does that has been making you heat up — you’re ovulating and it seems like every single thing captain john price does makes your body go up in flames, mind sink into sub space.

poor bunny you’re in heat :(

he doesn’t do that on purpose, he always wraps his arm around your waist when walking past you, he always calls you good girl the entire day, so what’s wrong now? you try to ignore the feeling, the fire that blooms in your belly, that twists every time you hear his deep, low, rough voice.

you want to stay home all day long and let him have his way with you, but you’re working, squeezing your thighs together when he walks by — and it makes you moody, you feel bad, gosh why is your mind thinking about him dominating you so roughly, harshly, pounding into you in the meanest way ever and manhandling you like a rag doll? It’s embarrassing :(

”are you alright, doll?”

you get startled, almost jump when you hear his voice, cheeks burning bright practically on flames, goosebumps sparking down all over your bare legs. “mmhm, yes, everything’s fine sir” you chirp almost too quickly for his liking.

he raises his brow up, watching the way you begin to rub the tablecloth faster against the bar’s countertop, noticing how you seem to try and stay as distant from him as possible.

and then it hits him — you were on your period just a few days ago, which means…

he starts walking closer to you, until he stops to stand right behind you. He places both hands on the table surface, caging you between his large, muscular body and the countertop — stretching his arms on both side, he leans his head over your ear, his hot breath making you freeze your rubbing motion. Your eyes fall on the side, catching that darn watch on his wrist that has you hyperventilating and nearly collapsing.

“if you want something, doll” he punctuates the word something with a slight, imperceptible buck of his hips, pressing himself against your lower back. “you just have to ask nicely, love, need to use big girl words, mmh?”

you’re overheating, the temperature of the bar has dramatically increased, and you just hope this cycle ends soon. oh, girlhood..

“you’re mean sir..” you whisper, referring to the fact he knows you’re too shy to ask for basically any thing, wether it’s something you like, a cup of water or even a sense of relief.

“im not mean, sweetheart, im simply still training you, need to learn how to ask for something without whining or begging daddy with your eyes. Use your words, and then daddy will give you whatever you want, deal?”

[arisluvvers]

Hii! Love your Jimmy high-school fanfic..it’s a masterpiece. I dunno if you take requests or something, if not ignore this!! Anyways, Could you cook up a college Jimmy x reader story/fanfic? where they’ve been together for ages? Picture this: Jimmy getting all jealous and protective because Curly’s trying to act a little too friendly with his girl. You know the vibe. Anyway, keep being amazing. your writing is chef’s kiss.

Not proofread!!

A/N: I'm sorry this isnt what you wanted but I literally hit writers block I am SO sorry. But I wanted to put SOMETHING OUT for you so.. here.

Jimmy squeezed your hand, looking carefully at your face. “Are you sure you wanna… know?” He mumbled under his breath, brown eyes staring expectantly at your face, looking for any sort of answer. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen Curly- I mean I know we were all mates back in highschool but it's been a long time and y’know… I dunno…” 

You chuckled and shook your head, reaching up to brush your thumb against his cheek, a soft and loving gesture to soothe his nerves.

It wasn’t that Jimmy was worried that Curly would hate you - it was quite the opposite. He was terrified that Curly would be head over heels for you. It didn’t come as a shock that Curly had grown into a fine young man, dashing and handsome and easily able to swoon anyone with a flash of his pearly whites. 

Sure Jimmy trusted his best friend, he’d trust him with his life - but he could be worried right? He had every right to feel worried. He wasn’t about to lose the love of his life to his best friend - he was insanely grateful to have you in the first place - that out of everyone you ended up choosing him. 

Jimmy wasn’t incredibly smart - or overly athletic - or really that much popular either. Curly however, was all of those things. And Jimmy was worried you’d realise how much of a catch Curly is and he’d sweep you up in his arms and take you across the country to do his astronomy course in some prestigious university. 

“I just… I’m a little worried is all. I mean Curly.. Y’know how he is- hot and what not-” this comment made you raise your eyebrow but Jimmy kept speaking “And I’m kind of worried you’ll end up leaving me for him-” The words left his lips before he was able to catch himself.

Jimmy’s eyes widened and he looked away. There. He said it.

Your eyes softened and you reached up and placed a soft kiss on his temple. “Jimmy. I don’t care how hot Curly’s becomes. You’re my boyfriend. Nothing will change that y’know?”

Jimmy lets out a soft sigh and nods, silently grateful for your understanding. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” He whispers.

You shake your head and smile. “No baby. This is the bare minimum. You deserve this much.” You hummed, leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you darling. And only you.”

Tagging: @birdyisthewordyy

[shokosbunny]

CRAVE - chapter seven

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masterlist 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ • previous 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

chapter warnings: use of profanity, mild argument, brief mentions of grooming/toxicity

the subsequent solitary walk of shame back to your apartment provides the perfect environment for you to think about what exactly you were going to say to naoya.

you’ve faced the facts. you don't love him anymore. the man you fell in love with is gone. in fact, there's a high chance that he never even existed, and naoya put up a good facade long enough for you to get attached, until he was sure you loved him too much to leave.

you look back on your entire relationship with the man. you had met him at megumi’s 15th birthday party. he said all the right things, telling you how you were much smarter, more mature than other girls your age. he gave all the right signals, and by the time you started officially dating on your 18th birthday, you were madly in love.

no one approved. not your friends, not your parents. hell, even megumi’s parents, toji and mina fushiguro, who had known you since middle school, told - no - begged you not to waste your youth on a man like naoya, and that if you didn't see it now, you'd learn when it was too late.

it's like a veil has been lifted off your eyes. you realise that it wasn't naoya’s age that made him mature. in all other aspects, he was like a pubescent boy, petulant, selfish and disrespectful.

but yuta… god. you don't think he has a single selfish bone in his body.

you know what you have to do.

“we’re not breaking up,” naoya says with certainty, looking at you as if you're stupid, high, concussed or all three.

“naoya,” you say placatingly, as if negotiating with a toddler. “we aren't compatible anymore. the signs have been there-”

“goddamnit, y/n, i said we are not breaking up!” naoya snaps. he always yells when he doesn't get his way. but again, so do you.

“don't raise your fucking voice at me!” you retort, before he can even finish his sentence.

“i don't want you anymore, i know damn well why you're so secretive and distant, and you know this isn't going anywhere, so why are you trying so hard to grasp onto this…concept of a relationship?!”

“because- this- you don't know what you're saying, baby,” is his response. he’s choosing to go the consolatory route in a last ditch effort to delay the inevitable.

“this is just a rough patch. we can get through this, we’ve done it before, yeah?”

you shake your head, determined not to let your resolve crumble. “no, naoya. come on. we’ve only been together a year, and we argue on and off like we're on the cusp of a divorce. you cheated on me. i...may have cheated on you. this-”

“wait,” he interrupts. “you what?”

damn your honesty.

“yeah,” you breathe out. the relationship is basically over, so you see no point in hiding it.

“when? it was your birthday, right? that's why you got so-” he begins, and you tune him out on his rant as he paces the length of your bedroom.

for all his flaws, naoya is impeccably sharp. he can practically sense your focus shifting before it even fully happens, and snaps his fingers in front of your face.

“hey,” he says. “don't do that, you know it pisses me off.”

“sorry,” you respond, more as a formality than anything else. “but, yeah. it's best if we don't continue this. you're better off with a girl…well, your age.”

naoya scoffs. “you don't say. last time i mess with a fickle brat.”

“last time i mess with a pedophile,” comes your grumbled retort.

the ordeal is more peaceful than you anticipated, and in mere minutes, he’s gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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[your-unfriendlyghost]

sometimes when I think about sandy (and I try not to… she breaks my heart soooo bad) I flip flop between believing that she DID cheat, she just did have sex with the guy and the baby was soda’s but she still “chose” to break it off with him and believing in the canon situation that the baby wasn’t his………….. but idk !! either way ouch owie soda’s poor litte heart…. sandypop I will avenge you, I Will find a way to give you closure 🫵

Yeah…no matter how ya slice it it’s a tragic situation.

I sometimes (only sometimes) h/c that the baby’s Soda’s and Sandy just raises it in Florida without ever telling him. She still cheated on him, so she didn’t feel like she deserved to let him marry her. Besides, she knew he was dealing with a lot as it was, and convinced herself he was better off without her and the kid in the equation. Maybe he was, but he’d still have chosen her anyway.

If he did marry her, I dunno if they’d have worked out…well, really I don’t think they would’ve.

See, I do this thing sometimes where I think I’ve fallen in love with a girl when really I’m just bored and sorta numb and desperate for affection. And while I don’t always think that’s what Soda was doing with Sandy, it is a lens I occasionally like to explore. The idea that after dropping out of school and losing his folks Soda could have fallen in love with anyone just because it’s a release. I mean, it gives you an adrenaline rush, a dopamine hit, all the good brain chemicals. To an adrenaline junkie like Soda, that looks a lot like love. The problem is that it doesn’t last. After a while, it slows down, begins to be monotonous and dull. There’s a universe I think about sometimes where Sandy and Soda stayed together, but Soda fell out of love and was trapped in a marriage and life he didn’t want…

Meanwhile, sometimes I play with storylines in my head where Soda does marry her, and then dies in Vietnam, leaving Darry, Pony, and Steve to step in and help raise his kid. It’s awful but yk. I like angst sometimes. I dunno, Sandypop is doomed in pretty much all timelines to me. I don’t hate Sandy like ik some people do- I think she’s a complicated character, no matter what version of the story you imagine. I mean, after all, we don’t ever see her side of it. For all we know, Soda was a horrible boyfriend- we only ever see him through Pony’s eye. On the other hand, Soda could be as good as I like to see him, and Sandy could just be not that into him- sometimes people just ain’t that compatible. Or maybe she is! Maybe she loves him just as much and she lied to spare his heart! …Maybe she cheated not for…valid reasons, but complicated ones… We’ll never know, and inventing our own takes on the events is so fun for me. tl;dr- Sandypop, you sure are tragic

[grandpeachpersona]

It's A Man's World

Chapter 9 ☆Butterflies☆

Warnings: Flirting (but not much), Mention of the death of a family member, New character 😏, LGBTQIA mention (Nothing derogatory! If it offends you, I do deeply apologize; she just had a church granny) Word Count: 2,014 Enjoy ;)

Waking up this morning felt like an entire series on its own, but I managed to get through it. I guess the Bengals' celebration wasn't enough of a lesson. Mom always said I was hardheaded. 

Speaking of Mom, she's flying into Atlanta this afternoon. She's been there for me and supported me since day one; she's the strongest person I know. Growing up, I didn't have the best things—after all, my mom was a single mother. It was just the two of us.

Now it's time for me to return the favor. She knows she's coming down to Atlanta for the World Series, but she doesn't realize that the house she's been trying to pay off for years will be paid in full by the time she gets back home to St. Louis.

In the meantime, I found myself in the pantry looking for something to munch on. After clicking my tongue a few times, I finally decided on cool ranch Doritos—don't judge me.

Just as I got comfortable on the couch with the bag of chips and my blanket, my phone started ringing. Reaching over, I grabbed it.

Incoming FaceTime from JoeBurr 🧡

I quickly prepared myself, hiding my face a little as I hit the answer button. As Joe's face illuminated the screen, a rush of warmth washed over me. “Heyyy,” I said, my voice slightly slurred, a tinge of embarrassment creeping in from last night’s escapades. 

“Hey, you okay?” Joe's voice softened as if he sensed the vulnerability in the moment. In the background, I could see the unmistakable surroundings of a locker room, a hint of camaraderie in the air.

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me very well, “Yeah, I'm good, just—” My voice trailed off, weighted by the embarrassment of the previous night’s blunders. 

“Is it about last night?” Joe interjected, picking up on my hesitation with uncanny intuition.

Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to show my face to the camera, pressing my lips together in a thin line as I reluctantly replied, “Mmm huh.” As I studied Joe’s expression, a small grin crept across his face, and he shook his head, amusement sparkling in his eyes. 

“Ri, it’s fine honestly,” he shrugged, his tone reassuring. I could hardly believe his nonchalance, raising my brow in skepticism. “Fine? Joe, it's far from fine! I should have just waited until I sobered up and then texted you,” I explained, my heart racing at the recollection of my awkward messages.

“Baby, it was just one word,” he chuckled lightly, his laughter a balm to my frayed nerves.

“It's not even the fa—” but then, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks. *Insert TikTok sound.* Wait, wa-wa wait wait.

“Still there?” Joe's voice broke through my haze, a small chuckle escaping him as I took a moment to collect my thoughts.

I managed to nod, though my mind was still trying to wrap around what had just transpired. My stomach churned with excited butterflies, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. This man. This man, who was somehow both a friend and a source of this fluttering feeling!

Desperate to redirect my thoughts, I blurted out, “How was practice?” The words spilled from my mouth without thinking.

Joe tilted his head, a mixture of confusion and amusement dancing in his eyes. “I don’t have practice for another 15 minutes,” he responded, his voice tinged with laughter.

Oh girl, you really are making this worse for yourself...

“But seriously,” Joe continued, his eyes softening with concern, “how are you feeling?” 

I paused, allowing the question to sink in. “Honestly, I feel like I’m floating. Like one minute, I’m winning the state championship, then I'm graduating, and the next, I'm heading to the World Series,” I replied, my voice dreamy, revealing just how surreal everything felt.

Glancing back at the screen, I noticed Joe was already watching me with a gentle smile, a subtle warmth radiating from his expression. “What?” I asked, intrigued by his gaze.

He shook his head, an affectionate grin still plastered on his face. “Nothing, just so proud of you.”

A wave of warmth surged through me at his words, a mixture of gratitude and inspiration flooding my heart. 

“Proud of you too,” I replied softly, hope bubbling within me, feeling the sincerity of our connection.

Joe and I lingered in conversation for a little while longer, but soon he had to prepare for his game, and I needed to head to the airport to pick up my mom. 

“So, how's everyone back home?” I asked, watching her as she settled at the counter, carefully unpacking the fragrant takeout we had picked up on our way home. 

“They're all good! Everyone sends their love. They really missed you at the family reunion,” she replied, handing me a steaming box of food, the familiar scents wrapping around me like a warm hug.

A bittersweet smile crossed my face as I glanced down at the container. “I miss them too... I really wish I could have been there,” I said softly, my heart aching with the weight of absence.

Not being able to attend this family reunion hit hard, especially since it was the first one without my grandmother. She and I had shared an unbreakable bond, a connection that felt like we were thick as thieves. She embodied strength and grace, a truly phenomenal woman. 

I could vividly recall the day I left for LSU. As I prepared to embark on that new chapter, she pulled me close and whispered, “Sierra, promise me three things: first, you won't ever give up; second, you won’t turn gay—(no shade to the LGBTQIA+ community, of course); and third, you’ll keep God in your life.” Her words echoed in my mind, laced with love and wisdom that I would carry with me always.

And to this day, I have honored those promises, every single one of them.

My mom, sensing the shift in my mood as I sat quietly, quickly diverted the conversation. “Do you still keep in touch with your old teammates?” she asked with an encouraging smile.

I nodded, taking a bite of my food, the flavors swirling in my mouth. “Yeah, I still talk to them,” I replied, my voice slightly muffled as I popped another piece of chicken in. “Most of them ended up joining the women’s softball league down in New Orleans.”

Her smile broadened a twinkle of nostalgia in her eyes. “That’s great! What about that one... Ja’marr? And what was his other friend’s name?” she inquired, a hint of curiosity lacing her tone.

“Joe and Justin, yeah, I still keep in touch with them,” I said, taken aback by her sharp memory. “I’m surprised you remembered.”

“How could I forget? Every time I called you, if you weren’t at practice, you were right next to one of them,” she chuckled, her laughter dancing around the kitchen. “They’re in the NFL now, right?”

Nodding again, I replied with a hint of pride, “Yep, Joe and Ja’marr play for the Bengals, and Justin plays for the Vikings.”

A knowing smile crept onto her face. “You and Joe used to date, didn’t you?”

In a moment of shock, I nearly choked on my food, my hand instinctively rising to cover my mouth. Wow, Mom did not hold back. “No!” I exclaimed, even though I was secretly counting down to a date with him in a couple of weeks—a detail I wasn’t quite ready to share.

“Damn, you didn’t have to say it like that,” she retorted, unfazed. “Personally, I always thought you two would look good together,” she shrugged, a playful smirk gracing her lips.

Yeah, I thought the same thing too.

Shaking my head, I pushed my plate away slightly. “Joe had a girlfriend in college, but nobody liked her,” I said, placing my fork in the sink. It was true—she had an attitude that rubbed everyone the wrong way.

“Well, what about now?” Mom pressed, rising from her seat and echoing the motion of dropping her fork into the sink. This topic was one I wished to avoid.

“What do you mean, ‘what about now’?” I asked, genuinely curious about where she was headed with this line of questioning.

“You and Joe,” she replied, her tone steady, probing.

Now I was caught between two difficult choices: to tell her the truth about our upcoming date or to fabricate a lie. I chose the latter, hoping my words would be convincing enough.

“Ma, with baseball taking over my entire summer, I barely have time to think about a relationship,” I said, trying to sound as persuasive as possible.

When our eyes met, I could see faint doubt flickering in hers, but thankfully, it was just enough to convince her to drop the subject—at least for the moment…

Mom and I lingered in the cozy living room, exchanging thoughts and laughter well into the night. The warmth of our conversation wrapped around us like a familiar blanket until she finally declared it was time for bed. I, however, wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet. I settled back onto the couch, my iPad resting comfortably on my lap, as the flickering images of the Bengals game illuminated the dim room.

Just as I glanced up from my notes, I caught a snapshot of the action on the screen—Joe had just released a perfect spiral, connecting with Ja’Marr for a touchdown. I couldn’t help but let out a silent cheer, my heart swelling with pride, before I redirected my focus back to my film study.

Yet, the words of our earlier conversation lingered in my mind, a gentle echo that tugged at my thoughts. 

“Ma, with baseball taking over my entire summer, I barely have time to think about a relationship.” 

Reflecting on that moment now stirred a mixture of hope and doubt within me. Could Joe and I really make something work, despite my whirlwind schedule? I had roughly 90 days of freedom—if I was lucky. That didn’t factor in spring training, and with the season flying by, it wouldn’t be long before Opening Day arrived, leaving me smothered in responsibilities once again.

Ninety days didn’t seem like enough time to truly build a relationship, or did it? 

As I returned my gaze to the screen, I noticed Joe on the sidelines, keenly watching the defensive formations as they prepared to sack Denver’s quarterback. It struck me just how captivating he was, even in moments when he wasn’t actively playing. His sharp jawline was accentuated by the stadium lights, lending an almost chiseled appearance. Those brilliant blue eyes seemed to hold entire galaxies, capable of drawing me in for eternity. And that stubborn curl, always slipping loose despite his attempts to tame it, only added to his charm.

But beyond mere looks, Joe was the kind of person I had always dreamed of being with. He would genuinely listen to my rants about everything from the latest baseball trade rumors to my frustrations about life, never once dismissing my feelings. After each tough loss, his comforting messages would buzz in, encouraging me to keep my spirits high. We shared a unique bond—one that thrived on exchanges of SpongeBob memes that could always elicit a laugh.

In simple terms, Joe was my ideal guy. 

And right now? He was undeniably giving me butterflies.

As the halftime whistle blew, an idea sparked in my mind—a spark that I wasn't entirely sure would ignite into anything meaningful. With a mix of excitement and apprehension, I reached for my phone, my fingers hovering over the screen as I pulled up my messages and selected Joe’s name.

Me: Playing good, baby. Keep the pressure on them.

After sending the message, I set my phone down, fully aware that he was likely immersed in his own game mindset, focusing on the second half.

Ding.

Joe Burr 🧡: Thanks, baby. 

My heart fluttered at his response, a small victory in our playful back-and-forth that felt charged with promise.

@hoodharlow @enretrogue

[alwaysmicado]

Callisto II - Update

Believe it or not, but after months of zero inspiration, I've written 2k words for it today 🥹. Feels great. I've also finally settled on the overall mood of this part and I think you're going to like it. There's still no end in sight, BUT I'm not dreading this fic anymore. That's a start.

Thank you for your patience & your wonderful DMs about the story & for sticking around! 🤍 Please accept this random snippet as a token of my undying love for you all (it's long lol):

[You’re in the elevator with your neighbor. He’s older and a sleaze bag. You have a soft spot for him.]

You press the lobby button again even though it’s already lit. “You okay? I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

His smirk twitches, revealing something almost vulnerable. Almost. “You miss me?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Ethan. Just wanna know if I need to go back and get the Narcan.”

That earns a chuckle, hoarse and dry, but it’s something. “Relax. I’m fine. Just a rough week.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask. “‘Cause you look like you’re coming off a bender.”

“You’re worried about me,” he says, leaning closer, his grin faint but there. “Admit it.”

“I’m not worried,” you snap, but your tone lacks conviction. “It’s just… dude, you look like hammered shit. When’s the last time you even slept?”

He tries for a shrug, though it’s more like a slump against the cold metal wall. “Tuesday, maybe Wednesday? Hard to keep track.”

“It’s Friday,” you point out, your voice softer now. “You need to get your shit together.”

He leans his head back against the elevator wall, exhaling so hard you almost feel it. For a moment, you think he might actually tell you what’s going on, but then his eyes flick to your hand, and his brow creases in concern. “What happened there?”

You glance at the wrist brace, flexing your fingers instinctively. “Nothing. Just a stupid accident.”

“Stupid accident,” Ethan repeats, his voice softening just enough to catch you off guard. “You get in a fight or something?”

“No,” you say quickly, but his raised eyebrow confirms he doesn’t believe you. “It’s nothing. Don’t start.”

“Hm.” He looks you up and down, like he’s waiting for you to crack. “You wanna come over later and hang out? I got a movie lined up.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What, Buffalo ‘66?”

“If that’s what you’re into.” He snorts, sounding more like himself. “Shoulda told me sooner. You know how I live to please.”

You can’t help a half-smile, but no. Not going there. You clear your throat. “How’s your wife, Ethan?”

“She’s good, she’s good,” he sighs, casual as always. “Travelling, hitting the slopes, spending my money, getting her back blown out by some college kid. You know, the regular.”

You scoff. “Not gonna lie, that sounds pretty good. And all she has to do is stay married to you?”

He arches a brow. “You proposing, sweetheart?”

“Nah, I’d be a terrible trophy wife. I’d torch your suits the first time I found your secretary’s lipstick on your shirt. And key your dumb car. And step on your balls.”

“Keep talking dirty to me like that and I’ll drive us straight to the courthouse, baby,” he drawls, a little more life in his voice. 

You roll your eyes but your lips twitch into a reluctant smile. “You always know how to cheer me up, you know that?”

He tilts his head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You nod and furrow your brow. “It’s funny, I talk to you for a minute and I realize that maybe my dumpster fire of a life isn’t that bad. Like, it could be worse.”

He gives a dry chuckle. “You’re welcome, I guess.” He notices your injured hand again, concern flickering across his tired features. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” you say exasperatedly. “Never been better.”

He eyes you carefully, his expression unexpectedly gentle. “You’re too young to have that look on your face.”

You bristle. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about life being far too short to spend it being unhappy,” he says, his eyes not leaving yours. “Trust me.”

“Like I’m gonna take advice from you,” you say, crossing your arms as your pulse does that weird stutter.

Ethan offers a vague smile, and a muscle in his jaw tightens beneath the bruise. “I’m not saying you should,” he murmurs. “Just wish someone had told me that a long time ago, that’s all.”

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[fakeusernamelol]

Stan and Ford deserve to raise their incest babies together :,(((

YOU KNOW WHAT ANON? FUCK IT, YES, WHY NOT, THE STANCEST NATION DESERVES SOME HAPPINESS FOR ONCE 😤😤😤💖💖💖

For my part i already had the bad ending au and the original BUT WHAT IF I MADE A (really) GOOD ENDING AU??? 🤭🤭🤭

I KNOW IT SOUNDS FUNNY BUT I ACTUALLY ENDED UP LIKING IT so let me explain a little about this other spin-off au??

Its pretty much the same as the original but in this au the science fair accident didn't happen BUT also does a fight nor anything, the boys are a little (WAY) more able to communicate and express themselves and so when ford gets the change to go to west coast he decides to make a plan in order to not leaving aside stan and the kids in new jersey but to go all as the family they were! And so the plan was that they will stay in the college dorm (in secret, good thing they were twins so stan could get access easily and the kids are still little so they can hide them 😉) while stan worked and save enough money to get a small apartment for them to live in same time maintain their childs lol, and with the money stan has already saved all these years since he left school to study they manage to get the kids into kindergarten so they wouldn't be such an issue while both his parents are busy

Plan sounded easy that it really went and it took them harder to get it (at least 3 Ford's phd and a lot of bribery for the roommate not to say nothing about the family living in the campus 🤷) but they finally managed to do it and start to accommodate their lives a little better. About Stanley he's been working in whatever he finds to get as much money he can to his family, say it and he probably has done it: removalist, taxi driver, house painter, cleaner, cashier, yaddah yaddah, He has also had more than one job at the same time but it's not until he saw and ad about boxing matchings with prize included and without thinking he decides to join to get some more money and also why not? Have a little fun 🤭 hes a little rusty because he hasn't practice his boxing skills ever since the twins birth but he still remembers how to give a good left hook and even with all the changes in his body he's still trong so he feels able to. And while Stanford was doing his way into the science world just like he always dreamed, Stanley was slowly gaining a name as a new promise for boxing!

AND SORRY BUT IM GOING TO CUT TILL HERE, I WOULD EXPAND MORE FOR SURE BUT ITS 3AM AND IM SO SLEEPY (was also going to do a drawing of them kn the college years but 😭😭) so yeah sorry it's possibly not the best BUT PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU FW WITH THIS because this au has become a very important to me and i love making silly variations finally some happy shit here 🥺🥺💖💖

[maybetorbie]

Cold

As part of @harringrovewinterbingo 's bingo prompt; Lost Gloves

Steve x Billy | 1700++ words | no warnings, pure fluff, a bit of illustrations slipped inbetween

'Cold,' Steve thinks to himself, trudging through the snowy path laid before him, hurrying his way back home after a particularly boring shift. 'Asshole's gonna get mad if I'm late again tonight,' he continues his train of thought, not keen on getting a lecture from his boyfriend of almost a decade, a blond with a penchant for swearing and everything that comes with it.

He walks on, just a couple blocks now. He rubs his gloved hands together, still baffled at how cold the winter can be this time around. The century's almost over, and the old wounds are starting to get healed, just like time promised. Having a circle of friends that he could safely say he loves doesn't hurt as well.

He knocks on the all-too-familiar door. He prepares for an earful. The door swings open.

He expects an exasperated, agitated Billy greeting him.

Instead, what he sees is a face of his boyfriend, relieved that he's finally home.

Of course, Billy would never admit to that willy-nilly.

"...Hey, get in. Don't let the cold in," is what his boyfriend says instead, his soft sentiment marked twice as pleasant by his cherry-red lips.

Steve walks in, slightly flustered at the change of tune. "Uh, baby?"

"What," Billy answers without turning back to him, instead going all the way to the kitchen, taking out something resembling a warm dinner out of the oven.

"I'm home late," Steve said, knitting his brows in confusion. "Aren't you gonna give me the Billy special? the nearly hour long ramble on how I'm always retarded?"

Billy sighs. "It's tardy," He shakes his head at his brunette companion's often misplaced vocab, yet fond of it all the same. "And yeah, maybe you're late again, for the hundred-thousandth whatever the fuck time, but you're here," he continued, with an unreadable expression, something bordering on unease, maybe a little bit of relief?

Steve doesn't know what to make of it. "Oh, and I also forgot to buy the eggs... fuck," he mutters, running a hand through his hair, embarrassed.

Billy shakes his head with a sigh. He puts the warm meal on their makeshift dining table. "Just get your dumbass here and eat,"

The rest of the night went by without any major happenings. Billy's unusually calm, docile behavior is alarming to Steve, as he loves to describe his boyfriend as 'a hurricane, a storm and I can't find any fucking port because I was just more interested in getting lost in the eye of the storm than to find a safe port somewhere' to his friends, Robin being the only one that seems to somewhat understand his absurd metaphors. The point being, Steve is confused. 'What's gotten Billy acting so weird? Is it the cold? It's got to be the cold, it's the coldest winter we've had in years, and Hawkins is usually only breezy.'

As he lay awake in bed wondering, his other half is already snoring next to him, facing the other way. He siddles closer to the blond, sniffing the golden curls and sinking his face into the depths of it, his arms snaking around Billy's chest, hugging him from behind, under the warmth the covers provide.

'I'll just ask him in the morning,' being his last thought of the night.

-

Morning comes. With it being both of their day off, Steve wants to take advantage of their free time to ask his beloved what the fuck got to him the other night. They're sipping coffee on the makeshift dining table, sitting across each other in comfortable, companionable silence that Steve has come to adore over their near-decade togetherness.

"Baby," Steve starts softly, already all-too-familiar with how his boyfriend gets at any earnest display of vulnerability, which is to immediately put up walls of swear words and faux irritation. But Steve knows that when his Billy reacts this way, he never means any of it.

Billy looks up at him from reading the morning papers, with a raised eyebrow. "What,"

"So, yesterday..." Steve continues carefully, not because he's scared Billy's gonna react badly, but because he needed an honest answer immediately. "You were acting weird."

So much for being careful.

"The fuck does that mean?" Billy answers with a question, twisting his face in confusion.

"You didn't get angry," Steve said softly. "I was just a bit confused, if you're sick and we need to get Max since she's a med student now, or..."

Billy stares at him in confusion. "So you think I'm being weird because I was nice to you?"

"Uh, I guess, yeah..."

The blond sighs, one hand rubbing the sides of his temple. "You're a fucking idiot, pretty boy. Tell you what, since you think I'm sick, why don't we go on a walk right now?"

"Huh?" Steve's turn to be confused now. "What does that gotta do with anything?"

"Isn't walking good for you or something?" Billy shrugs, already standing up from the table, making no delay in getting his coat from the hook they put up on the wall next to the door a good few christmases ago. "So come on, get your ass up."

Steve sighs, his coffee isn't even finished! But seeing as it's no use arguing with a hurricane, plus, thinking that he could convince Billy to visit Max to get him checked, he grabs his coat as well, not realizing that as they head out the door, one half of his gloves fell out of the coat pocket, the one glove being the item in charge to watch over their modest apartment for the time being.

-

They walk along the boulevard, on the fifteen minute mark of their walk. They didn't say a word to each other, Billy being silently pensive, which adds to Steve's suspicion that something might be wrong.

"Look, pretty boy," Billy suddenly stops, Steve involuntarily bumping softly against his boyfriend's back. Billy gestures at the park, quiet and empty. "Let's go there,"

"Uh, sure," Steve follows his lead, still confused on where this is all going. Well, he's aware of where they're walking, just not where this is going.

They walk some more in silence.

Billy's still all quiet, walking slightly ahead of Steve.

Steve wants to say something about all of this, but something soft falls on the tip of his nose.

"Snow," he mutters. "It's snowing again,"

Billy turns to him, aware that his boyfriend gets cold easy. "Where's your gloves?" he asks, gesturing to the coat pocket.

Steve nods, rummaging his pockets... and looks back up at Billy with a bashful sigh. "I... there's only one, I guess the other one must've fallen out or something..."

Steve turns behind him to look, but the snowfall is starting to affect how everything looks. And everything looks white. His gloves are only a few shades off white. He turns back to look at Billy... but Billy's gone.

Except that he's not. Steve looks down.

Billy's kneeling.

"Billy, what are you doing?" Steve asks, bewildered. "I'm pretty sure I just left the other one at home..."

Billy looks up at him with that look of exasperated fondness, the kind that Steve looks at him with from time to time, now in full display. His lips slightly parted, as if drawing small, nervous breaths.

"Steve," the blond said softly.

Snow keeps falling.

"Yeah...?" Steve answers, unsure of where this is going.

"You and me, man. Ten years," Billy continues.

"I know, Billy."

"Ten years," Billy repeats. "I don't know anyone that I would fight the world for, if not you,"

Steve's breathing hitches. Billy's still kneeling.

"And fuck, man... I don't know. I get mad a lot, but you're always there. I may be batshit insane, but you're always there. I don't give a fuck if we can't..."

Billy stops his sentiment, pulling out a golden ring, plain and simple, but polished. "...I don't give a fuck if we can't get legally married. Maybe we won't be able to for another ten, twenty years, whatever, but I don't care. We wear this, and we'll know,"

Steve doesn't say anything, but his eyes are glassy with unshed tears.

Billy's face is all sorts of cacophony of emotions. He's scared of rejection, but he loves his Steve too much to care of the hurt he might possibly feel. "So, pretty boy. You're my best friend, you fuck like a beast, and you love me like I'm not one. What do you say? Let me be Mr. Harrington too?"

Steve doesn't even know what to say. Instead, he pulls Billy up by the waist, peppering kisses on the corners of Billy's lips, along the jawline, and finally an enduring one on the lips. It leaves them both breathless as they part, foreheads still touching.

Billy looks at him, slightly flushed. "So... is that a yes?"

"Just give me the ring already," Steve laughs softly, giddily letting the blond slip the band onto his finger. He looks at how it shines, and he looks back at Billy with all the love in the world. "You're crazy, baby."

"Hey, if you'd rather have me look for your missing glove, I can just take the ring back..." Billy tries to weasel himself off Steve's grip, but he knows better than to test Steve, because once he's got a hold of you, he's never letting you go.

"I'm not cold anymore," Steve adjusts his embrace, looking Billy in the eyes. "Wherever you walk, I'll walk."

"Then let's walk fucking home, because it's cold as shit, and I only used this as an excuse to propose."

They turn to walk home in the midst of falling morning snow. Their voices can still be heard as it fades from the echoes of the frozen park.

"So was that why you were acting all weird last night?" Steve asks.

"Shut up," was all that Billy can say in his own defense.

But Steve understands that it was his now-husband's way of saying that it was true.