#i miss my precious baby boy every minute of every day

[twice-inamillion]

OC’s Birthday Part 1

Smut (Birthday sex, Anal, Creampie, Deep Penetration, Fingering, Teasing, Squirting, Slight Scissoring, Ahegao)

Chapter 239

Words: 3,680

(The members reward you with a special birthday present after being away for so long. Some rewarding you earlier than others.) 

You’re deep asleep after caring for the children most of the day. Suddenly you sense something climbing up onto your bed. You slowly open your eyes, see a silhouette, and say, “Jihyo?”

 A hand covers your mouth as the silhouette approaches towards you, “It’s midnight, Happy Birthday, babe.”

You move your hand, “hey, what’s going on?”

“Came here to give you an early birthday present,” as she removes her night blouse, revealing her large breasts. “I know how pent up you’ve been, and you've been a really good boy” as she starts to unbutton your sleeping shorts.

“Wow, just a few touches, and it's already leaking? You must have had a hard time while we were gone, but don't worry, I will fix you right up.”

Jihyo doesn't need to grab your cock as it stands hard and ready to go. She licks the side of your shaft, going around it until it's completely covered with her saliva.

She sees your cock twitch, releasing a bit of precum, “Baby, don't worry, I'm going to make sure you have a chance to explode inside of me,” and continues to play with your cock using her mouth. 

“Jihyo, please let me put it in…”

“Aww, baby, it's cute seeing you whine.” Jihyo enjoys seeing you this vulnerable and thinks to herself before saying, “If you hold on for this one round, I'll let you put it in my ass.”

Really?”

“Yes, really.” Jihyo enjoys seeing your reaction. She typically doesn't do anal but wants to do something special for your birthday. 

Jihyo positions herself better and presses her breasts together, “Are you ready for your Birthday Boobjob?”

Like a hungry idiot, you drool at the sight of your cock in between Jihyo's massive tits. She uses the milk from her tits as lube and covers your length with it. 

“Hmm, I taste good. No wonder you like sucking on my tits, babe.”

You try your best to hold on as you watch Jihyo chokes your cock with her tits. Her brown areolas leak her precious white substance every time she pushes them together. 

“Fuck, I want to cum so bad…”

“You like my tits that much? Or are you that backed up?”

“Both. I miss playing and sucking on your tits. I miss how they would bounce as you would ride me.” 

Jihyo enjoys hearing you compliment her body, and increases the pace of her boobjob. She wants to see you cum, see you in your weakest state.

“Fuck… I feel like I’m going to cum…”

Jihyo grins at the idea of making you cum. “Aww, that’s too bad. You could of had fucked me in my ass.” 

You see her increase the pace when more, wanting to make you cum and cover her breast with your baby batter. Instead, you hold on as much as you can, “No, I can make it!”

After a minute of pure hell, Jihyo finally stops. Her tits are completely red from rubbing against your cock and her tits against each other. 

She gives you an annoyed look of not making you cum with her tits. Jihyo was sure that she could make you cum after abstaining from sex. She knows she can’t make an excuse after promising the use of her ass and musters up the courage, “Alright, a deal is a deal.” 

You can’t help but smile as Jihyo climbs on top of you. She grabs a bottle of lube and pours a good amount on your cock. “Good thing I brought some.” 

With a couple of strokes on your cock she makes sure to cover it full of lube. Jihyo lifts herself, only a few inches away from your cock, “Ready for my ass?”

“Yes… I want it…”

Jihyo grabs your length and aligns it towards her pucker hole. She slowly presses the tip against her entrance and takes a deep breath. 

Both your hearts pound rapidly at the sight and feeling of Jihyo's ass. Jihyo still groans while her ass gets stretched, “Ahh fuck…” 

“Fuck Jihyo, you're so tight.”

She pulls your cock out and pours some lube to make it easier for her. She inserts your cock back in, her walls clench onto your cock as it moves. 

“Fuck… so tight! 

You grab one of her breasts and take it into your mouth. 

“You really like my tits, huh.”

There's no need for an answer as you begin to suckle, milk running down your throat. 

Jihyo slowly begins to ride you, focusing on you sucking her tit rather than the weird sensation of your cock in her ass. 

After some adjustment, Jihyo increases the pace, “Babe, you're so big… you're scraping my insides real good.” 

You grab her hips and hold her still, letting her feel your cock throb inside of her. “You like that? Feeling my throbbing cock inside of your tight ass?”

Yes… you're stretching me up so much…” 

You feel her walls clench tightly onto your cock and decide to have a bit of fun. 

“Let's switch positions; I want to get a better view.”

Jihyo slowly lifts her body and tries to pull herself off your length. You hear a loud pop as she pulls herself out. 

“Get on all fours, I'm going to fuck you from the back.”

With Jihyo's semi-gaped asshole, you spread her ass even further, “Fuck, your ass looks so good. I'm going to fuck you real rough.”

“It's your birthday, do whatever you want…”

With Jihyo's green light, you smack her ass with your cock, smearing it with your precum. You spread her ass cheeks and give it a nice slap, causing Jihyo to yelp.

“I'm going to put my weight on you and start right away so try to relax.”

“Okay, I'm ready.”

You pour some lube and, press your mushroom tip against her pucker hole and slowly insert. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I'm going to go in.”

Jihyo grabs tightly onto the bed sheets, ready for you to slam yourself inside of her. She closes her eyes and yelps when you press your whole body onto her, “Oh fuck!! Your cock is reaching so deep inside of me! Fuck fuck fuck!!” her ass clenching your cock.

With your body on top of Jihyo, you begin to thrust in a slow but rough manner. The only noises you hear are the heavy breathing from Jihyo and the sound of flesh hitting against each other.

The sounds of Jihyo’s moans fill the air, the smell of her sweet scent and her burning skin on yours. “Lift your head up; I want to see your face.”

Jihyo nods her face against the pillow. 

“Come on, I want to look at you.” Jihyo slowly turns her head, and you see her in a complete mess. Her eyes were completely red, with tears running down and drool dripping from her mouth. 

“You said you didn’t like anal, but from your reaction, you’ve been lying, huh. Look at you, looking like a cock hungry slut.” 

She nods her head in agreement, “cum… cum inside of me please…”

“Get up, I want you to see your own reaction as I pump you full of cum.” 

With the both of you still attached, you make your way down the bed and in front of the large mirror by the bathroom. Jihyo tries to stand upright but stumbles, forcing you to make sure she does not fall. You place your camera against the mirror and say, “Look at yourself, a complete mess. You act all tough, but in reality, you’re just a cock hungry slut. I remember you always begging me to cum inside of you, even to the point of getting you pregnant. What are people going to think if they saw you like this?”

Jihyo looks at the camera in a euphoric state and says, “You’re right, I’m a cock hungry slut. I can’t stop thinking of your cock, not after our first time. I don’t care what people think, fuck them. I only want your cock and that baby batter of yours.” 

“Like a true slut… What about making one more?”

Jihyo’s eyes shine, and she looks at the camera, “Breed me, get me pregnant through all my holes.” In a tender voice, she apologizes, “I’m sorry, baby, but Daddy and I decided to give you another brother or sister, so do your best and be a good older sister.”

Jihyo raises both hands and does a set of peace signs as she clenches her walls around your cock. With Jihyo acting like a cock hungry slut you pull out your cock and, in one go, slam it back inside in full force. Jihyo’s eyes roll back, her tongue completely out as you shoot thick ropes of hot cum inside her ass.

 “Fuck!!!” 

Jihyo’s legs go numb, all her energy gone in one go. You hear a loud pop as you easily pull out your cock from Jihyo’s ass. 

You see Jihyo completely gaped, your cum pouring out and onto the bathroom floor. 

“Fuck, look at that gaped ass,” giving her ass a slap.

“Happy Birthday, babe.” 

—————

Momo wakes up early in the morning and walks towards Sana's room to wake her up. 

“Sana, wake up.”

Sana turns over, “Momo, what time is it?”

“I don’t know but just before sunrise. You ready?”

Rubbing her eyes, she says, “Is it time already?”

“Yeah, let’s wake up, Mina.” 

“Okay.” 

The two of them head to Mina’s room and slowly enter. They gently nudge Mina’s shoulder, “Mina, wake up, it’s time.” 

She slowly opens one eye and looks at her older members who are standing in front of her. “The girls had a hard time sleeping; I’m tired. Just do it without me.” She turns back and covers herself with the bedsheet.

Momo looks at Sana, “I guess it’s just us two.” 

“I guess so. Let's change in my room.”

With the both of them in Sana’s room, Momo hands her a pair of lingerie she bought a few weeks back, “What do you think?”

“Looks cute.”

“Put it on. I want to see how it looks on you.”

Sana, excited, starts to undress and puts on the sexy lingerie, “Momo-ya, you’re naughty,” pointing out at the slits in between the lingerie. 

“Looks good on you.” 

“You think?”

“Yeah, you have an amazing body.”

This causes Sana to blush, “Haha, you have a sexy body too. Try yours on.” 

Momo drops her skimpy shorts and takes off her oversized shirt, revealing her toned body. She puts on the lingerie, “what do you think?”

Sana grins, “You’re so sexy, Momo-ya, I would totally fuck you if I was a guy.” Sana talks up to Momo and inserts her fingers in between the slit, and grabs Momo’s nipple, pulling it. 

“Sana, save it for later…” causing Momo to moan slightly.

“Okay.”

The two of them go over their plan and decide to surprise you now before any of the other members wake up. They head towards your room and slowly turn the door knob. They see you sleeping alone, semi-naked, and only with your boxers on.

Both Momo and Sana look at each other, nodding at their plan. They stand in front of you, Sana inserting her hand between the slit of your boxers and pulling out your limp cock. She grins at Momo and strokes your cock gently, pulling your foreskin to reveal your mushroom tip. 

“Good morning, little guy. We’re going to have fun with you.”

——

You’re tired from the session with Jihyo, so try to catch some sleep before your busy morning. You have errands to run with Dahyun for most of the day so any chance to rest is welcomed.

You are sleeping comfortably when you suddenly feel pressure on both your chest and lower area. You slowly open your eyes and see a dark figure on top of you and ask, “who is it?”

“It's me, silly.”

With your hand, you turn on the light next to your bed and see Sana sitting on your midsection. “What are you doing here?”

With a gentle smile she replies, “We came to give you a surprise.”

“We?”

“Momo and I.”

Sana tilts to the side, allowing you to see Momo on the end of the bed. 

“Hello there, birthday boy. Ready for your gift?”

“Wait… gift…” You are cut off mid-sentence as Momo grabs your cock and inserts most of it down her throat. 

Sana works her way up to your chest, just below your neck, and says, “Make sure to enjoy your meal,” before placing her cunt on your face. 

With her folds against your nose and face you get a sweet but faint whiff of her lower mouth. She grinds her cunt and says, “Make sure to drink all my honey,” as you feel her thick liquid running towards your mouth.

There’s no chance to think as her nectar oozes from your lips and onto your mouth. With just a drop of her sweet nectar you’re hooked and decide to go straight for the source. 

“Ahh, ahh… don’t be so impatient, there’s always more from where that came from,” as she feels your tongue penetrates her honeypot. 

On the other end of the bed, Momo is busy bobbing her head. She switches from having your cock down her throat to licking your balls and shaft.

“Your cock is nice and hard, it's ready for the main event.” 

Just like Sana, she mounts you, smacking your cock against her stomach. Momo holds it firmly and lifts herself, tracing the tip of your cock against her wet folds.

Momo's love nectar drips onto the tip of your cock, showing how hungry her cunt is to eat you whole. 

Having no more patience, Momo presses her lower lips against your cock before falling onto your cock. 

“Ahh fuck!!!”

You hit the end of Momo's womb, her walls clenching onto your cock tightly. You feel Momo's body tremble from the sudden shock of getting internally stabbed by your massive length. 

“I love the feeling of getting my pussy ruined by your cock. I'm going to enjoy it and milk you for all you're worth.”

— — —

You feel like you're in heaven as you get pleasured from both sides. With the constant supply of sweet nectar running down your throat and the internal massage from Momo's womb, you feel like you're getting spoiled really well on your birthday.

“You two know how to pleasure a guy.”

“It's your birthday; of course, we'll spoil you rotten, baby.”

“Yeah, like Sana said. Plus, I'm returning the favor from when you gave me my gift,” grins Momo.

You spend yourself in heaven for who knows how long. It wasn't until you found yourself getting soaked by Sana's love juices that you came back to reality. 

“Baby, I'm cumming!! Ahh… make sure to drink all my love juice.”

A heavy stream of love juice splashes over your face. You try to drink all of it when you feel a sudden tightening of Momo’s walls on your cock. “Momo, you’re going to make me cum!”

”That’s the plan. Dump all your cum inside me.” She places her hands on your midsection and lifts herself just enough for the tip of your cock to remain inside. ”Come on, oppa, fill my cum hungry cunt with your yummy cum” and slams herself once more.

”Fuck, if you want it so much, here, take all of it!” 

Momo immediately feels your cock throbbing as it releases a hot stream of cum into her fertile womb. She places her hand on her belly, feeling your cum pumping into her deepest parts.

”Ahh yes… that’s it. I love this feeling.”

The three of you rest and try to catch your breath. The two members look at each other and nod, mounting themselves off of you. 

“Wow, oppa, you came so much.”

”Unnie, let me see.”

Momo slowly spread her legs up, showing both of you the large amount of cum oozing out of her. 

Sana slowly creeps towards Momo and says, “Aww, I’m jealous. I want some, too.” She traces her finger against Momo’s leaking lips, collecting the cum that’s oozing out of her, “Yum…”

Sana moves in close with her head right next to Momo’s cunt. She looks at Momo, who's biting her lip at how close Sana is to her leaking pussy.

Momo makes eye contact with Sana before she dives in and licks the cum that's running out of her. 

“Ahh… Sana, what are you doing?”

“The honey between your legs looks so good, I couldn't help but want a taste.”

You couldn't believe your eyes, you knew they wanted to spoil you, but this might be one of their best presents. 

You watch as Momo uses her fingers to spread her folds, letting Sana get a better view of your baby batter coming out of her. Sana doesn't wait and goes in for Momo, putting her mouth on Momo's cunt and makes out with it. 

Seeing both of them enjoying themselves makes you both jealous and hard. With Sana's ass sticking up, you decide to join them. 

Momo watches up and smiles as you get behind Sana. 

“I want to join the both of you,” you say as you align your length against Sana's folds. 

“Of course, join us,” replies Momo.

Sana is too busy collecting your baby batter with her mouth to answer, so you decide to get her attention. With your cock alongside her entrance, you place your hand on her back and insert the tip. 

“Oppa, wait, I'm not ready,” whines Sana, but it's too late. By the time she responds, she feels your cock hit the end of her womb. 

She coughs as you thrust rapidly, trying to catch her breath from the sudden shock. 

“Ahh… ahh… you're so big, you're stretching me so much!”

Excited by the sight in front of her, Momo decides to hold Sana’s head, preventing her from moving. With her head against Momo's oozing cunt she continues to eat her out. 

You give Sana a firm ass slap and thrust slowly inside of her. Momo plays with her tits, enjoying the view. 

With stimulation from both sides, she can feel her womb dropping, signaling its desire to get fertilized. 

“Babe, cum inside me too. I don't want to be left out.” She shakes her cute bottom, begging for you to shoot your baby batter inside her. 

“Do you want it that bad?”

”Yes! I need it. Please…”

You pull your cock out and slap it against her ass cheek before inserting it again. With your cock in an angle, you scrape her walls with the tip, causing Sana to tremble. “Ahh… yes. Just like that!”

You grab both of Sana’s arms, leaving her upper body hovering in the air, and begin to thrust rapidly. 

“Ahh… ahhh…”

Momo inserts her fingers back inside her cunt, biting her lip as she watches her younger member getting fucked rapidly in front of her. 

“Fuck her harder, oppa.”

You watch Momo fingering herself while looking at the two of you, making you get turned on even more. You get a better grip on Sana and switch to a slow but rough thrusting. 

“How do you like that Sana?”

”I…I love it,” says Sana. She tries to keep her composure but can’t, as she drools from the pleasure. 

Suddenly, you feel Sana’s body tremble, “Ahh, oppa… I’m cumming!”

You let your left hand go and wrap your arm across her chest and release your right hand, moving towards her cunt. 

“Ahh, what are you doing?” asks Sana as she feels your fingers playing with her clit. She stiffens up when she feels her orgasm arriving and shouts, “Oppa, fuck!!!” 

Sana gets embarrassed knowing that Momo is watching her having an orgasm and is masturbating to it. She spasms, her breathing becoming heavy as she hovers in the air.

As her orgasm ends, her body becomes heavy, barely able to keep her head up from running out of energy. Instead, you bring her closer to you, her back against your chest, and whisper, “You did a great job. Now, for your reward.” 

Sana’s eyes go wide when she feels you pull out and slam yourself back inside with no warning. “Here’s your reward!”

A wave of cum rushes from my balls toward the tip of my cock and, like a fire hydrant, gushes out and fills Sana’s womb. You feel her walls tightening, remembering the familiar taste of the strong and healthy baby batter. 

With a large amount of cum which makes Sana look like she has a swollen belly, she falls onto the bed. Momo makes her way towards her, teasing her on her bulging belly. 

“Alight, I need to get ready, so I’m going to head into the shower.” 

“Okay, we’re tired, so we’ll just stay here for a bit,” replies Momo.

You head to the bathroom and take a quick shower, knowing that your time with Momo and Sana might have made you late. You quickly get out of the shower and stumble on the two of them in a scissoring position, collecting the runway cum and shoving it back inside their cunts. 

“That’s hot. Should I join?”

”Come and …” 

*Knock knock*

”Oppa, it's me, Dahyun. Are you ready?”

The two members cover their mouths, trying to avoid getting caught by Dahyun. 

“I just finished taking a shower. Give me five more minutes, and I’ll be out.”

”Kay.”

You rush and get dressed, and the other two just watch and laugh at you, panicking. “Oppa, don’t forget your pants.”

”Unless you want to go out like that, haha.”

With you gone, the two pull out their phones and take a selfie while wearing one of your shirts. 

[everyonewooeverywhere]

NSFW BLOG | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

summary: sometimes cuddles aren't enough for good boys after they've had a long day

pairing: sub!yeosang x female!reader

genre: smut | non-idol au

rating: 18+

word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: pet names (baby, good boy), mommy kink, oral (f receiving)

notes: yes this is two fics in one day. no don't get used to it.

You were reading in bed, snuggled up in your pj’s, back propped up on the headboard. It was a typical evening in your quiet apartment. The window was open to let in a nice breeze. The sun had set two hours ago, leaving you just drowsy enough to be able to relax. 

Only one thing was missing.

Lucky for you, he showed up right at your bedroom door as soon as you started to miss him. His brown hair fell right above his eyes, and his sweater hung loosely over his hands. He had a soft little pout on his face that made your heart swoon, wordlessly begging to climb into bed with you.

“Come here, baby,” you spoke assertively but void of any aggression. Just giving orders to your good boy knowing they’d be followed without any defiance.

His lips curved into a soft smile before he crawled into the bed. Staying on top of your blankets but still laying his head on your tummy. You threaded your fingers through his soft hair, freshly cleaned and dried after his shower. 

You cooed as a shudder coursed through his spine when you scratched your nails along his scalp, “Are you tired, Sangie?” He nodded against your stomach but he seemed a bit restless, “What do you need, baby?”

You looked down to your tummy to see him looking up at you with big eyes, “Mommy…”

Chuckling and raising an eyebrow, you scolded him lightly, “I thought mommy told you you needed to be more specific than that.”

He reached a hand up to palm at one of your thighs, looking up at you expectantly, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response.

“Please, mommy. I wan–I want your legs arou–around my face,” he gasped between practically every letter, and you could see him subtly trying to grind into the mattress. 

“Yeah? You wanna eat mommy out?” He nodded.

You ran another hand through his tousled hair, “Ok, baby. Take whatever you need.

Sometimes you were worried he couldn’t breathe with your legs around his head so tight. But he kept moving. His tongue never stopped moving over your clit and borderline fucking your pussy. Your toes curled into his back as he ate you out with such need.

You kept your hand tangled in his hair, muttering little praises to him because you knew they built up his confidence. And you loved when his big arms pressed your thighs closer to his face.

“Good boy~” you praised. Letting him whimper into your cunt at the sound of your voice, “You always know how to make mommy feel so good, Sangie.” 

You deliberately scratched at his scalp again to listen to him groan. “Oh my pretty boy,” you muttered as you watched him.

His head moving up and down in a steady rhythm. His arms so tightly wrapped around your thighs. The way he thought you didn’t notice how his hips rolled into the mattress every time you praised him.

It didn’t get much better than this, your pretty baby doing everything he could to make you feel good. He didn’t even have to add a finger for you to start feeling an orgasm coming on. 

But you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be the first, because as the minutes went on he started grinding harder and harder into your mattress. And you watched as he snuck a hand past the waistband of his sweatpants. Normally, this would be a punishable offense. But you were feeling nice today (and you wanted to watch him cum all over himself).

“You’re close. Aren’t you, baby?” 

He locked eyes with you through his hair, only whining into your pussy in response. 

“Oh, you’re too precious.” You coddled him just a bit, “Can you come with mommy?”

His tongue on your clit and the hand in his pants started working harder together in tandem. And you felt the familiar pressure build up in your belly. You grasped his hair tightly and suffocated him into your thighs as you came all over his face.

And nearly cried between your legs as he came all over himself in his shorts. Tears formed in his eyes but never fell.

You took a second to catch your breath before speaking, “Come here, baby.” And you pulled him up and let him burrow his head in your neck. Your hands scraped through his hair another time. “So good for mommy.”

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[therealslimshakespeare]

Dear John | Unsayable Things

Masters of the Air Fanfiction

I banged this out in an hour or two, past midnight, deep in my feels, half chatting with my baby @stylespresleyhearted who put in the initial request for this series and who is now owed a few choice lines herein. If you wanna stew in the pain of Friday’s episode- this is the angst fest for you. With a tiny bit of hope at the end. Tiny. But it’s there.

Summary: months after one drunken letter of horny (and gentlemanly) admiration was sent off by one John Egan to Miss Lana Tierney of Hollywood fame, a written rapport has formed between them, based on a refreshing freedom to be perfectly frank and even trivial in their letters -a tone set by his inarguably appaling initial correspondence. But until today, he’s never dared make use of the number she gave him to dial when he needs to say unspeakable things.

Warnings: angsty as hell? morose and possibly suicidal thought processes? it’s Egan after THAT phone call so, I imagine you can envision that it’s not exactly a stable mentality portrayed here-in.

Masterlist

Date: October 1943

The hotel lobby is as chilled as an ice box with those front doors constantly revolving, letting in gusts of autumn air that’s suddenly turned harsher than he recalled when he stepped out into the daylight this morning. His ride back to East Anglia won’t be here for another two hours and no amount of charm or haggling can get him the petrol to make the journey on his own. It’s a carpool sort of life now, every man, woman and child in Britain knows that but every minute he stays in the great metropolis feels like a betrayal to those boys who just got-

-he will get back in time.

He vowed it, he arranged it, now all there’s left to do is wait until it can be enacted. John was never good at waiting but now all the activities and pastimes he’d once relied upon to fill a slow hour seem intolerable. Imbibe any more booz and he’ll be unfit to fly, seeing the sites could get him more sights than he’d like, polite conversation makes him want to scream in the face of the next passer by that he’s lost something precious today -don’t they know? -and it would be just his luck today of all days to get answered by someone who did know, some parent with a dead child, pulverized to bits while he fucked his demons out.

So John keeps his mouth shut in a stern line and stares venomously ahead at the charming little Renoir hung in the lounge. No one has troubled him yet and by the spooked face of the desk clerk who offered him a menu, he dares to think he won’t be in future.

He is sick to death of it all, of the death itself and the brave faces and the lack of bravery he suddenly feels now and the necessity of it all. He hardly recognizes the hollowed out sinner he’s become with a head full of too many griefs to even formulate a prayer.

He was close to catatonic, eyeball deep in his self abhorrence, when he realized he was spinning round the little lacquered card she had enclosed three letters ago.

“If you ever need to say those unsayables, here’s a private line. Don’t call it if you don’t want me to answer, only you, my mama and my hair stylist have it. Xoxo, Jeanie.” 💋

The unsayable would be to call one of the most successful, desirable and busy women in the world only to admit John Egan has run outta words. But with the mounting desire to do something stupidly productive, and without the kind fist of a friend to dissuade him -he knew walking in front of busses wouldn’t get him any closer to Thorpe Abbots- a starlet’s withering rejection just might do the trick. Just might hurt enough to slice through the fog. His fingers were sweating as he spun the rotary, thumbnail tracing the underside of her extension.

God knows it would be unlikely to get through even the first connection, much less get overseas, much less find her at her home. What time of day was it back there anyway? And this entire conversation would get bugged to hell, he’d have to be careful and this was a terrible idea to start with and-

“Hello you,” the airiest voice he’s ever heard warbles over the static, teasing and warm, “I’ll admit it, that lilac did nothing for my color last night. You win, I’ve got the front page of the Whisper to confirm, please, don’t rub it in.”

John stares out of his little alcove in the lounge with watery eyes, mouthing a silent -what the fuck- to himself before recalling the obvious: only her mother, her hairstylist and him. With this line, Jeanie -or should he call her Lana on the phone?- didn’t expect a stranger. This was an anticipated call and he about hangs up in mortification at not being what she expected.

But then, the hollow idea of one and a half hours of waiting for the ride catches up and John recalls that he had in fact phoned in order to be humiliated and he was a rare sort of chump to take so poorly to a plan gone off to so dazzling a start.

“Can’t imagine a shade that wouldn’t suit you.” he finds himself saying smoothly, the flirtation on autopilot.

He can hear an audible gasp on the other end of the line and a breathy sputter and what might be sheets rustling, or perhaps it’s a dress or paper or-

“JOHNNY?” she all but squeals and he winces at the blare of the receiver in his ear, the flinching crinkle of his blue eyes not without some pleased merriment at her unabashed excitement. “This you? Finally you used it, you silly old thing! Oh gosh, oh gosh say something again, your voice is divine! Oh, I can’t believe I’m finally talking to you. I thought you were my mother! Oh say something! You’re there, aren’t you? Johnny?”

She sounds so pleased he finds his eyes smarting and suddenly this feels like the worst idea in the world. He needed her to be harsh, to fit with every other disillusionment that’s rained down on him this past month, instead he’s met with -care. His stomach roils and not even the mean suspicion that she’s putting on an act can make it calm. “Well, I’m finally somewhere I don’t have to share a line with the whole group.”

“Where’s that, Johnny?” She sounds as eager as if he’s got a lot of options.

“London.”

“Oh!” There’s a waiver to her voice, he’s not sure why, but either way she sounds unsure if she should be merry or sober. “Business or pleasure?” she inquires levelly and it’s got all the sultry teasing he’s read into her scrawled writing hundreds of times, John finds himself flushing despite the morose sentiment that comes up right behind it.

“That, well, uh, that uh“ he picks at the sleek paint on the phone base and questions whether he’s going to use precious time on the phone with the hottest dame on planet earth to throw a pity party, “-I think the intention was a rehabilitation for the nerves. Ironically the guy who suggested it is now toast.”

“Oh John.” she sounds wounded and he bites his lip in savage pleasure at hearing what he wishes he could feel. “Was it -was it someone close?”

“A couple hundred, more like.” he sulks, his jaw ticking so hard he might break a molar if he keeps on. “But yeah. Yeah today was-“ he tries to think of the censors and that makes him laugh at the thought of all their previous filthy correspondence making it through but some slip of the tongue about a dead friend could land them in the hot spot, his following laugh is snotty and he could gag at himself for it.

“Johnny, darling man, are you-“ she shifts course and he holds his breath, depending on her for something, he doesn’t even what, “-does this happen to have something to do with our duet’s harshest critic?”

He smiles at her cleverness, she’s not a complete airhead then. And she recalls Buck. Of course she does, she hasn’t stopped sending him kisses via Egan’s letters even though she didn’t recall meeting either, not even when John had sent back photographs of the both of them to jog it. The flow of correspondence hadn't stalled despite this strike out and neither had the morale boosting glamor shots of certain of her assets which John kept locked in the false bottom of his footlocker and one small one folded in in the hollowed heel of his boot.

_“keeping it handy for the emergency tug off?” Gale had scorned him but Egan liked having her with him._

“Yeah, Shirley Temple- he’s been uh, he’s been traded, ya see.” Egan manages the metaphor once more and winces at the truth it hides.

He hears Je-Lana?-Jeanie?- suck in a breath on the other end. “Gosh. John. Any sign of, of-“ she begins to stammer, “of chut-“

-chutes, she’s going to say. John coughs loudly into the reviver and her voice trails off in recognition of his warning. “This was a mistake.” he decides, “I just -you can see why- I just thought I’d like to hear a-a-a voice, a-“

“A friend!” she replies eagerly, “I’m here, I’m here don’t go, not yet, not unless you have to, Major. Are you waiting? You’ll be wanting to get back, no? Or will you be staying on? In London?”

“I’m not staying.”

“Of course.” she whispers, “I’m so terribly, terribly sorry.”

His grip on the receiver has turned white. “No,” he decides, “I’m the one who’s sorry. Bringing this up, never even talked to you before and I go and make it this the call. Pretty girl like you doesn’t need this.”

“I told you to call.” she reminds him gently, “And Johnny, I’m ever so happy to hear your voice, I’ve imagined it a million times rereading your letters and looking at your photographs. I can concede that my imagination failed.”

“You reread them?” he is amused.

“Yes. Don’t you reread mine?”

“Mhmm you bet.”

“Gosh your voice gives me shivers.” she whispers into the phone and he feels an odd rising of the hair on the back of his neck. “Are you having to beat the London women off with a baseball bat?”

“I just let ‘em swarm.” he admits and she makes a noise of intrigue, “I was with a widow last night.” He blurts. “Polish. We watched the bombs from my hotel room.”

“How relaxing.” Without missing a beat Jeanie’s soft tease comes through, “Did the one balance the other for the nerves?”

“I’m dehydrated and hungover.”

“And grieving.” she adds.

That’s an unsayable. “I just needed to talk to someone.” he decides.

“Did she not speak English?”

He’s gone this far, he might as well be honest. “She didn’t know Buck.”

“Mm.” She makes a mournful noise of assent.

“I-I’m tryin’ not to do something stupid Jeanie,” he hates how his voice shakes but to her, it sounds more like rage than fear, “and I thought if I could hear your voice I’d -id get some peace. And wait for my ride without bustin’ up the Carleton.”

“Yes, I forbid you to bust up the Carleton without me, Major.” she warns and his pulse leaps at the simple direction, it’s a joke of course but it lodges heavy and wanted in his chest. “Promise me, Johnny, one day we’ll cause a great scandal there, you and I?”

“Miss Tierney,” he bites at his lip, “it’s a kindness for me not to make promises. To girls -to anybody.” She’s got to know that, she’s just being nice. “Especially not to special little ladies with nice long futures ahead of them.”

“It’s Turner, actually, Miss Turner if you’re going to be so formal.” She corrects, not a single part of her name Hollywood hasn’t meddled with. “But you must know, it’s far too late for that John. I miss you like mad.”

“We haven’t even met.” he reasons.

“What, and you don’t miss me?”

He curses under his breath fondly and shrugs. “I adore you.”

There’s a beat of silence in which he thinks he may have blown it by being so gushing but in fact, Jeanie finds herself milking her throat to dislodge the lump of painful glee settling there.

“Then you do whatever you have to, Bucky Egan,” she commands him, imperious but fervent, “you punch and get punched and drink as much as you need and bed as many girls as it takes and go after Buck-“

“-hold up, how’d you kn-“

“-but you come home. It’s much too late to tell me not to get my hopes up. You’re all I dream about anymore. There’s got to be some future for us, there’s got to be, Johnny, I’m not asking you to promise I’m asking you to try. Do what you’re good at.”

The pause is long and heavy and Bucky thinks he hears her sniffling on the other end. Unmoored by the unprecedented honesty he’s receiving and the juxtaposition of being someone’s risky bet for happiness when just this morning he’d come to resign himself to letting go what could only ever be a passing night's comfort- “Hell of a business.” he finds himself repeating.

“But you’re the best at it.” she retorts, “So stay the best.”

Everything certain, everything he thought was a given got blown to hell with Gale’s plane today. “Used to tell him if everybody else went down it’d be just him and me. I believed that.” He mumbles into the phone, turning to tuck his neck into the device like it’s the soft crook of her neck, “Now to be the best- that’s just me, and charred Europe under me and no one else in sight. That’s what you’re asking? ‘Cause that’s how this ends.”

The sun is shining bright and brutal in California, a cheery morning to mock her cocktail hangover and now she thinks it’s to hurt him as well, everything is so far removed an ocean away. Such bleakness is hard to even fathom for her, but the man she’s come to know, to love even, on paper is hoarsely spilling his guts to her over the phone and she’s not sure what one says to such a prediction. Her agent hovers in the doorway, the angry swats of her hand not sufficient to deter him from fretting with the press conference approaching. “So what, this is a suicide note?” she winces as soon as she says it but honesty has always been their currency.

“No.” he replies at long last and her shoulders sag. “I thought- i just wanted to hear your voice once before I go up again, Jeanie.”

“And I’m glad you called.” she swears, “And now I’ll have a voice to go with all the wicked things you do in my dreams.”

“Oh fu- Jeanie that’s unfair.” He balks and she grins at the little victory.

“Alls fair in love and war, Major.” She reminds, “Now tell me, do you want to tell me about him? Buck-“

“No, fuck no!” he hisses, angry at himself, “I wanted to talk to you to forget. I wanted to hear your voice.” He repeats it like an idiot.

“Then tell me,” she soothes, unphased by his outburst, “what would you like to hear in my voice, Major? The latest score? Perhaps the front page of the Times? They brought it in with my toast. Or some dirty line from one of your letters? I’ve got them here under one of Salinger’s books. They’re safe from the fiancé there, he’s a complete ignoramus with a phobia for learning.”

Bucky chuckles at her unabashed derision for her hotel scion intended and grins at the idea of her sleeping so near to his scrawled professions of lo- obsession at the very least.

Love is another unsayable.

“Just -tell me about your day, sweetheart?“ he begs, hoarse with the need to teleport elsewhere for the remaining forty minutes of his wait.

“If you’re sure.” she sounds only mildly skeptical, “It’s been very loungey, rather frilly.”

“Perfect.” he sighs, closing his eyes.

“Well, it’s actually morning here so I haven’t been up to much,” she begins and he feels guilty for just dialing away, damn the timezones, “I’ve not even dressed.”

“What color are you wearing?” he begs before he even realizes it.

“White.”

Hey sucks his teeth and nods approvingly. “White what?”

“A silk top and- no! Go away Herbert, for the last time!” Some interruption seems to occur on her end as a man’s voice comes through in snatches and Jeanie’s raised one drifts through the hand she’s cupped over the receiver, “Herbert, for the love of God, I am talking to one of the men protecting our country, the reporters can wait!”

Jeanie’s snappy loyalty soothes some raw edge he’s felt since watching *her* leave this morning without more than a kiss. “Reporters, huh?” he sympathizes, fully ready to give her an out.

“You’d think they’d have enough to report, there’s a war on.” she seethes and he has to smile again, “Anway, where were we? Oh, my pajama shorts.”

“White.”

“Yes Johnny, white.”

“Send me a picture?”

“Awfully demanding for a man who hasn’t even promised me he’ll try to live and see them in person.”

John puffs out a laugh at being snared so easily. “Alright, I’ll try.”

“Promise?” Her voice sounds so small.

“I promise.” He’s dazed by the shift, how did he end up being the one begged by Miss Hollywood herself? Perhaps he’s still drunker than he thought.

“It’s all any of us can do, Johnny,” she says, “but we’ve gotta try. You got your pinky up?”

“What?”

“For your oath- pinky swear.”

“You're not even here.” he laughs.

“I’ve got mine crooked, come on Major, meet me halfway.”

And so John Egan finds himself sporting a watery, helpless grin as he lifts his finger into thin air and crooks it around her imaginary little digit. Her sigh sounds as if she can feel it a ocean away. Perhaps he’s gone fully looney in the way he thinks he can, too.

He doubts she’ll appreciate his choices in the next few weeks, maybe even doubt his intention to keep his oath, but what matters is he’s going to try. Even if it’s an angry, furious, blind sort of determination, it keeps him firmly out of the London bus lane until Hobbs and his transport arrive and then it’s goodbye Jean Turner, hello again Thorpe Abbots.

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A Mother's Remedy | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: none just Papa Kylian fussing over his “perfect hattrick”

Summary: You fall asleep on Kylian after spending the whole day taking care of the triplets who had the flu.

A/N: Hello, everyone! I’ve been trying to get all my previous requests done. I hope you guys like this one, it was way too cute to write. My requests are open again if you guys want to send me more. As always, please leave me feedback and don’t forget to reblog. I would greatly appreciate it. Enjoy, lovelies ❣️

The room was filled with a soft glow, courtesy of the bedside lamp casting its warm light upon the scene. The day's exhaustion had finally caught up to you as you lay nestled in the comfort of Kylian's arms, your head resting against his broad chest. It had been a long and arduous day, one that tested your strength and patience as you cared for your three precious children who were struck down by the flu.

The abrupt shift in weather proved overwhelming for your spirited young boys, whose boundless energy knew no bounds. They loved playing football outside in your backyard, and wouldn't miss a match at the Santiago Bernabeu if they could help it. Watching their father play was their greatest joy, and you couldn't help but fall in love each time seeing your precious four-year-olds donning their father's jersey proudly, their voices joining in unison with the fervent chants reverberating throughout the stadium. Ali, being the eldest among the trio, would often lead his younger brothers, Zain and Ilyas, in a rendition of the French national anthem before playing their ‘friendlies’, as he liked to call them, in the yard. Kylian found it absolutely adorable, officially dubbing them his ‘favourite hat trick’.

Kylian's fingers gently caressed your hair, soothing away the remnants of stress that clung to your tired mind. His touch was a balm to your weary soul, bringing you a sense of peace and tranquillity. The rise and fall of his chest against your cheek served as a rhythmic lullaby, coaxing you slowly to sleep.

As your eyes fluttered closed, the image of your children flashed across your mind. Their little faces flushed with fever, their once lively eyes dimmed by illness. My poor babies, you thought as you snuggled closer to your husband. You had spent the entire day tending to their every need, feeding them medicine, wiping away tears, and comforting them through the long hours of discomfort. 

A few hours earlier…

As the sun cast its golden rays across the room, you woke up with a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Stretching lazily, you slowly tried to get out of your husband’s embrace, the latter’s arms tightening his hold not wanting to let you go.

"Bébé, stay just a few more minutes," he murmured softly, nestling deeper into the curve of your neck. Letting out a quiet giggle, you turned towards him, placing a tender kiss on his nose and gently caressing his cheek.

"Kyky, I have to go wake up the triplets and get them ready for school," you explained, a fond smile gracing your lips.

"Mmmhhh, d'accord. But give me a kiss first," he playfully whined, his lips puckering in an adorable pout. Shaking your head affectionately at his antics, you indulged his request, pressing a chaste kiss on his waiting lips, before deftly extricating yourself from his embrace and making your way towards the room where your precious cubs slept.

The triplets' room was conveniently situated just across the hall from your own, one of the many reasons you both decided on this house after Kylian signed with Real Madrid. As you opened the door to the bedroom and stepped in, the sound of faint whimpering halted your movements. 

Alarm surged through your veins as you rushed towards the beds, the scene that greeted you shattered your heart into a million pieces. Lying in their beds, your little ones were flushed and perspiring, their small bodies consumed by fever. The sight of their usually bright and energetic faces now pale and tormented sent a wave of panic coursing through your veins.

Laying your hand on their sweaty foreheads, you felt how warm they were.

“Maman…” whimpered Ilyas the youngest of trio, slowly opening his eyes, “Je me sens pas bien.”

“Oh, mon pauvre petit chou. Maman’s here now,” you said, gently caressing his face. 

As you continued to caress Ilyas's flushed face, offering him reassurance and comfort, the other two boys, Zain and Ali, began to stir from their sleep. Their delicate brows furrowed in response to the discomfort that plagued them, their faces contorted in the grip of illness. The sight was a poignant reminder of their vulnerability, igniting a fierce determination within you to ease their suffering. 

With a heavy sigh, you braced yourself for the demanding day that lay ahead. Gathering your strength and summoning the resilience that only a mother possesses, you whispered soothing words to Ilyas, gently coaxing him to rest as you hear the distinct sound of Kylian’s footsteps approaching.

"Ils sont où mes petits footballeurs?" your husband boomed, entering the room with a wide smile that quickly faded upon witnessing the state of his babies. His expression transformed into one of deep concern, etching lines of worry across his handsome face. "Mon dieu, what happened?"

"They have a fever, Ky. They're burning up real bad," you replied, your voice laced with concern as you watched Kylian's eyes flicker with worry.

"Papa... Arrête de parler si fort, t’es pas un haut-parleur là," Zain weakly croaked, his voice barely audible, but still managing to convey his cheeky spirit, even in the midst of illness.

Kylian, ever the doting father, couldn't help but chuckle softly at Zain's response. "Roh là là, regarde le tit gamin," he remarked affectionately, a playful glimmer in his eyes. "Even while sick, he'll give his dad cheek, eh?"

Moving softly across the room, Kylian approached Zain's bed, his presence exuding a comforting warmth. His large hand gently rested upon Zain's fevered forehead, the contrast between his cool touch and the heat radiating from the young boy's skin sending a shiver of concern down his father's spine. Soft words of comfort and reassurance spilled from Kylian's lips, offering solace and a father's unwavering love.

After giving Ilyas a soft kiss on his cheek, you stood up, knowing you needed to make some food for your little ones and help them regain their strength. Your heart ached at the sight of Ali, still sleeping restlessly in his bed. You quickly made your way to his side, gently brushing his dark tousled hair away from his forehead, and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

"Ky, can you stay with them? Get them a wet towel for their foreheads. I'll make them some porridge and give them their medicine," you suggested, softly running your hand through your oldest’s hair.

"Sure, mon amour. You go ahead, I'll take care of them," Kylian reassured you, his voice filled with tenderness. With a gentle squeeze on his shoulder, you left the room, your mind racing with the urgency to prepare a comforting meal for your hungry little ones.

In the kitchen, you swiftly gathered the necessary ingredients, your hands moving with practised efficiency. As the porridge simmered, you took a moment to grab your phone and dial your mother's number.

With years of experience as a mother herself, she was a source of guidance and wisdom in times like these. You explained the situation and sought her advice on caring for your sick cubs, soaking in her comforting words and practical tips.

On the other end of the line, your mother's voice greeted you with warmth and concern. "Hello, my dear. What's going on? You sound worried."

"Hi, Mom," you replied, your voice tinged with a mixture of relief and anxiety. "The triplets are down with a high fever, and I'm not sure what to do. They're feeling really miserable."

"Oh, sweetheart. I'm sorry to hear that," your mother empathized. "First, make sure they stay hydrated. Offer them small sips of water frequently. And if they have any appetite, light, easily digestible foods like porridge would be good."

You nodded, taking mental notes. "Yes, I'm making them porridge now. It's almost ready."

"That's a good choice, my dear. Warm and comforting. It will help soothe their throats too," your mother advised. "And don't forget to give them their medicine. Keep a close eye on their temperature and monitor their symptoms. If things worsen or if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to call their paediatrician."

"I will, Mom. Thank you so much for your guidance," you expressed your gratitude, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over you.

"You're welcome, my love. Remember, you're a wonderful mother, and you'll get through this. Trust your instincts and remember the best remedy is a mother’s love," your mother encouraged.

As you hung up the phone, you turned off the stove and took a moment to collect yourself. The conversation with your mother had given you a boost of confidence, reminding you of the strength and resilience within you.

Carrying the tray of steaming porridge and Tylenol back to the bedroom, you found Kylian gently coaxing Ali to wake up from his restless slumber. Your heart ached as you saw the worry etched on Kylian's face, his focus solely on their oldest, who seemed to be more affected by the fever than the others.

"Ali, mon petit lion," Kylian murmured softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "Wake up, Maman is bringing some food. It will make you feel better, je te promets, mon coeur,"

Placing the tray on the table near Ali’s bed, you placed a hand on Ali's forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. His eyelashes fluttered, and his drowsy eyes slowly opened, revealing a mixture of confusion and discomfort. His weak voice quivered as he tried to speak.

"Mama... Papa," Ali croaked, his voice barely audible.

"We're here, mon amour," you reassured him, your voice gentle and soothing. "You're going to be okay. Just take your time and try to eat a little. It will help you get better."

With Kylian's support, you lifted Ali into a sitting position, propping pillows behind him to provide comfort. The fragrant aroma of the porridge filled the room, its warmth wrapping around Ali like a healing embrace. Kylian scooped a spoonful and blew on it gently to cool it down before offering it to Ali.

"Open wide, Ali," Kylian encouraged, his voice laced with both concern and determination. "Just a little bite. It will give you strength."

Ali hesitated for a moment, his tired eyes meeting yours and Kylian's. The love and support shining in your gazes seemed to embolden him. With a deep breath, he parted his lips, allowing Kylian to feed him a small spoonful of porridge. The taste brought a flicker of renewed energy to his weary body, and he managed a faint smile.

"Good job, Ali," you praised him, your voice gentle. "You're doing great."

As Kylian took care of your eldest, you attended to your other two brave little boys, who patiently waited as you served them each a bowl of warm food. Zain and Ilyas were capable of eating on their own, but as the ever-doting mother, you couldn't help but worry, despite their constant reassurances that they could manage. You moved back and forth between your sons, gently wiping the sweat off their foreheads and assisting them in drinking water. Once all three boys finished their meal, you and Kylian administered fever medicine and gently coaxed them back to sleep, hoping they would recover soon.

Seeing them in such a state made you feel helpless. Usually lively boys, they now lay there, struggling with high fevers. Observing your worry, Kylian tenderly wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and planting a kiss on your hair.

"Don't worry, my love. They'll be fine," he whispered softly as you sought solace by burying your head in his chest. "I can't help but worry, Ky. Especially Ali, I've never seen him like this before."

"Shh, he'll be alright," he soothed. "If you stress too much, you'll make yourself sick, and that's the last thing you want, right? The boys will be back to normal soon, my heart, okay?"

You nodded, releasing a faint sigh, as Kylian slowly closed the boys' room and led you to your shared bedroom. He was right; there was nothing more you could do but allow the fever to run its course and nurse your children back to health in the meantime. You felt grateful to have your caring husband by your side, knowing that despite being in the middle of a busy season, he always prioritized his family.

As you gently lay down, resting your head on Kylian's chest, you prayed for your family's well-being, filled with immense gratitude for your own mother, who had spent countless nights fussing over you to ensure your well-being. Your mother's words echoed in your mind, reminding you that a mother's love is the best remedy. With that thought, you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, serenaded by the soothing rhythm of your lover's heartbeat.

[cocteaucherry]

posting things from the drafts <3

gojo x gn!culinary arts reader

cw- inaccurate depictions of culinary school, gojo being a fiend,

Gojo was ecstatic you wanted to go try going back to school, he preferred you wanting to go in a less dangerous field anyways (even though you’ve expressed multiple times you could hold your own) He was just nervous anytime you were sent on dangerous missions, blowing up your phone every five minutes.

You had sat down with him expressing every option and each field you could go into, bouncing from math to science you ultimately decided on Culinary Arts. Satoru decided selfishly that was the best thing he ever did in his life.

Each day when you came back from classes a new sweet treat appeared in your hands, your first week you bought home half a fruit tart. You were very self conscious since your instructor insulted your knife skills when it came to the fruits.

Satoru didn’t care though, the next morning you woke up to find only crumbs left in the container. The second week you had learned to make caramel and various candies, every time you left your precious sweets unattended your not so precious boyfriend mauled them down.

“Satoru! Did you seriously eat the rest of my caramel candies?” You asked obviously knowing the answer, “ermm.. no! What are these candies you speak of?” He yelled from the bedroom as you stared down at your empty container, “Gojo, be serious!” You heard the bed creak and all of a sudden your 6’3 boyfriend was standing in front of you with the expression of a kicked puppy.

“Hey! What’s with the “Gojo” treatment?” He whined leaning against the counter, his arms crossed across his chest, “You'll return to Satoru status once you admit your crimes.” You deadpanned crossing your arms, “okay so hypothetically- what if I HYPOTHETICALLY ate them.” “Then im-“ you were interrupted by his finger being placed on your lips, “WHAT if it was some sort of candy stealing curse? That’d be a shame!” He feigned raising his hand to his forehead.

“Yeah you’re not getting that status back.” You sighed walking away hearing him try to plead with you.

His sweet thief addiction only intensified when you had to practice at home, you were instructed to make a two tier marble cake with the design your instructor gave sounds easy? Not when Satoru’s off of work.

“Please baby! Pleaseeeee?” You glanced down annoyingly at the sight before you, on both knees- bright blue eyes peering up and you and snow white hair almost fell over them. You groaned looking away continuing your work to whisk the frosting, “you already licked the bowl AND spindles clean, how have you not crashed yet?” You grabbed the palette knife slabbing a glob of icing on the first layer.

“I’m just a boy and you’re breaking my dreams!” He whined, clasping his hand in a prayer stance, “you’re a twenty eight year old man, and one of the strongest people in the world.. sounds to me you’re alright,” you swear you could see hearts in his eyes, “So you do think I’m the strongest?~” he said in a songy tone.

“Everyone does!” You exclaimed, turning your head away from the icing to check your phone, when you swung your head back your boyfriend was missing and so was the spoon in the frosting bowl, peeping down you could see a large empty hole where the stolen frosting was.

“Toruuu come on!!!” You yelled running down the hall to find him and your stolen spoon.

(id love some more ideass, my ask box is open id greatly appreciate it <33

[beautifulchris]

mischief managed

pairing: han jisung x gn!reader

wc: 3,2k

featuring: lee minho, kim seungmin, sf9’s chani, nct’s jaemin

summary: jisung tries to break every single rule with you

genres: hogwarts!au, partners-in-crime!au, ravenclaw!jisung, slytherin!reader, fluff, comedy

warnings: swearing

notes: I wanna apologize to jaemin for doing him so dirty, my baby doesn’t deserve this sdjkfqlk feedback is always appreciated! moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland

tag list: @badwithten @raethethey send ask/dm/comment to be added!

On the King’s Cross train station on your very first day, you almost missed the train because your dad absolutely wanted to take the best pic of his precious kid going to the mythic Hogwarts school. So you ended up in an almost empty compartment. The other compartments around were full and there was just this boy alone.

“Hey, can I sit here?” You probably startled him because he looked up at you with wild eyes but instantly smiled at your sight.

“Yeah, sure.”

“What are you doing all alone?” you asked as you sat in front of him.

He shrugged. “Looking at my chocolate frog cards collection.”

“Wow, nice. Can I see?”

He handed them to you, “Yes, of course. I’m Jisung by the way.”

“I’m Y/N.”

Since that day, you were inseparable and soon became partners-in-crime. Being put in different houses didn’t stop you.

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After learning Alohomora in charms class, you wandered in the castle to find a forbidden office to open and what better one than the caretaker’s where a whole lot of interesting things were stored?

There, you found a few dungbombs that Jisung instantly took, confiscated brooms and chains. A lot of perfectly polished chains hung on the walls.

“I understand why he doesn’t stay here often,” you snorted and returned to your inspection. In a dusty cabinet named ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous’, you found an old piece of blank parchment. It was mysteriously well conserved taking into account where it was so you put it in your pocket. Further inspection will be done to know how a simple parchment could be ‘highly dangerous’.

“I’m kinda disappointed. Sure we’ll use the dungbombs wisely but I thought there were more interesting treasures.”

“Don’t be so down yet Ji, I found a mystery to resolve. Let’s go before we get caught.”

Fortunately, you didn’t get caught. You both went to your common room, being a quiet place with almost no students at this hour. You showed Jisung the parchment and counted on his intelligence and logic to figure out how it worked. After a few minutes, he looked up at you and smirked.

“I feel like it’s in good hands now.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, he put his wand out of his pocket and pointed it to the parchment.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” he simply said. You were going to question him when the parchment caught your eye. Ink was spreading on the paper and soon you could read:

“Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present…”

“The Marauder’s Map,” Jisung whispered with stars in his eyes.

“What is this? Open it!”

Jisung did as told and both of you were dumbfounded by what you discovered. A map of the whole school, including the secret passages that are hidden within its walls and the location of every person in the grounds, portrayed by a dot. This map, a true masterpiece, within your hands was a disaster for everyone else.

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Three years later, you knew everything you could possibly have learned about the school. Neither Ravenclaw or Slytherin could win the house cup as long as you both were in Hogwarts. No matter the amount of effort Seungmin, Changbin and Minho would make to earn points, they could never make up for your wickedness. You did earn points sometimes in classes when you answered correctly to a teacher’s question and you weren’t the only one to lose points either so you didn’t feel so bad. You did lose more points than you earned but shhh. Let's not talk about that.

One day, on your way to the lake after lunch, Gryffindor Jaemin called your name so you stopped in your tracks and waited for him to join you.

“Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to study with me after class? For transfiguration.”

Uh. Jaemin has never been your friend and the most he ever said to you before now was “Get out of my way, filthy Slytherin.” the second day of your first year. Therefore you were startled, to say the least. Plus you wanted to study with Jisung, not some acquaintance you never talked to and weren’t interested in.

“Not really, I already have plans for tonight. Thank you for the offer though.”

You tried to sound as nice as you could but without much convection and left before he could reply. A few meters away, Jisung saw the whole scene and wondered what you had told him because he looked displeased. He joined you and you smiled at him before intertwining fingers.

The next day, Jisung and you were sunbathing with a nice autumn breeze on a bench in the courtyard when someone came in front of you, preventing the sun from warming your face. You opened your eyes and were met with Jaemin and a few of his friends.

“Can you move please?” you politely demanded, since you didn’t want to start anything.

“Are you dating him?” he asked, pointing at your best friend.

“No?”

“Then why did you reject my date proposal?”

Oh my god. Really? You were going to put him in place but Jisung’s mocking laugh stopped you.

“Really dude? You want to do this here?”

“I don’t think you’re in the conversation.” Jaemin’s glare didn’t please you.

“Should’ve asked to talk to Y/N in person then instead of creating unnecessary drama.”

Jaemin looked like he was going to throw hands so you spoke before it went too far.

“Guys, let’s stay civil here. I rejected you cause I’m not interested in you, there's no other motive. Now can you let us be?” His friends laughed at him and you could swear you heard one of them say something about a bet.

“Wait, asking Y/N out on a date was a bet?”

“And what about it?” Jaemin said cockily. Jisung was fuming and you were disgusted by the boy.

“Can’t you respect people? No one deserves to be a bet’s victim. You guys suck.”

He scoffed. “I’m sure you’re the type of guy who hides when it comes to fight.”

“Try me.” You knew by his glare that he wasn’t playing anymore. Jaemin was smirking but not for long.

“Let’s duel.”

Jisung was so fast to put his wand out, it surprised Jaemin. You tried to stop them but it was useless because their pride was at stake.

Before you could blink, Jaemin ended up mouthless and you heard a woman screaming but you didn’t listen, being amazed by the spell’s effect. Jisung took your hand and ran through the corridors, hearing the professor yelling she would remove twenty points from his house.

You managed to catch your breath while Jisung was answering an easy riddle —for him— to enter the Ravenclaw common room.

“I can’t believe you really did it.”

“He challenged me! You know I can’t say no to that,” Jisung sighed.

“I know. That was brilliant, by the way.” You sat on one of the comfortable chairs like you lived there —it wasn’t totally false— and you were followed by your partner-in-crime.

“Thanks! I practiced this one a lot, I couldn’t wait to use it for real.”

“I hope you didn’t do anything foolish,” said a voice behind you.

“Oh, Seungmin! I didn’t see you there.” Jisung turned around and smiled. Seungmin was reading a book in a blue armchair. He closed it and gave his attention to his friends. “I hope you’re not hoping too hard.”

“How much?”

“What do you mean?” Jisung’s innocent act didn’t work since the second time he used it but he was still trying three years later.

“Twenty,” you answered. Seungmin gave Jisung a look and he shrugged.

“It was fun and I don’t regret it.” He folded his arms and pouted like a grounded kid.

“Of course you don’t,” Seungmin loudly exhaled.

“You’ll make it up for it, won’t you?”

Seungmin sighed deeply. He felt like he had to work twice as hard to win back the points Jisung made their house lose but it was never enough. “I always do, but don’t you think you should calm down a bit?”

“Absolutely not. There’s still a lot of rules Y/N and I haven't broken yet, so many adventures and exciting moments to live.” Jisung smiled widely at you while Seungmin implored you with his eyes to stop him. Your gaze went from one to another without really knowing what to say and before you could, someone sat next to Jisung and typed on the table.

“What mischief are you going to commit today pals?” It was Chani, one of the chasers of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and a fellow 4th year.

“Hey Chani! Already done, Jaemin asked for a duel and I used Oscausi on him.”

“Oh I don’t know th-” Chani started.

“OSCAUSI? Jisung, are you crazy?” Seungmin got up so fast he startled everyone, including others around him.

“Don’t worry, he got his mouth back,” Jisung waved his hand with indifference, Jaemin deserved it after all. “Eventually.”

“You’re going to be the death of me, really.” Jisung and Chani just laughed at that and Jaemin unofficially became your target for a lot of future mischief.

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“I haven’t lost any points in days, maybe I should start to pay attention in arithmancy class.”

It was this time of the year where the air was so cold you just stayed in your or Jisung’s common room and studied to prevent boredom.

Jisung pulled his robe hood over his head and gently slapped you in the back of the head. “Transfigure this quill into a rat and put it onto Jaemin’s head.”

“I mean, yeah, that’s a funnier idea.”

You lost ten points for it but you found it so fun you were back on track until the next cold day.

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You always loved the Ravenclaw common room. You didn’t dislike the Slytherin one, but it was cold and unfriendly when you weren’t a Slytherin yourself. Plus you loved warm places. What you liked the most about the Ravenclaw common room was the domed ceiling painted with stars. You could literally watch it for hours until having to go to your own dorm to sleep. If you weren’t friends with Jisung, you probably would never have been able to lose yourself in the stars because you weren’t that close with Seungmin or Chani and you didn’t really know any other Ravenclaws.

You were currently lying down on one of the couches, your head on Jisung’s lap, helping each other revise (yes, it happens!) for the history of magic test about the goblin rebellions you would have the next day, more concentrated on the stars than the subject. It was calming and it helped you stress less about the tests.

“Where’s Muffin?” you asked out of nowhere.

It made Jisung flinch but when didn't he? Just like she knew her name, she appeared next to you, purring loudly. You put her on your belly and patted her head lovingly.

“Don’t forget she’s my cat,” whined Jisung as he closed his book and put it on the coffee table next to the couch.

You smirked. “Don’t be jealous cause she loves me more.”

The elegant Siberian cat got up and rubbed herself against your best friend’s chest, waving her tail on your face.

“You were saying?”

You rolled your eyes and opened your transfiguration book which was on the floor. It was going to be a long night and you’ll probably have to go back to your dorm after curfew. Bless the marauder’s map in those moments.

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The Quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was coming up and Jisung had to practice more than usual as the seeker. He was going to play against Changbin after all. They both were really good so you wondered who would win the match. Gryffindor had won the first match against Slytherin and Ravenclaw won the one against Hufflepuff thanks to Jisung’s agility and speed.

You always followed Jisung at his training, it was the only moments he wasn’t trying to break the rules. He was pretty serious about Quidditch actually, even if after each training since your 3rd year, you went to drink a mug of butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks with Chani. It was like tradition.

The day of the match, you cheered on your team and your friends, so basically both teams. The competitive mindset of the two seekers could be felt from afar, everybody knew the match was going to be intense. At the end, the score was 350-200 for Slytherin, because Yugyeom, one of the Slytherin beaters, sent a bludger on Jisung’s broom, causing him to spin around and allowing Changbin to catch the golden snitch. It was a good game and Jisung didn’t fall so it was a double win.

Of course you would say that cause you're a Slytherin.

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Ravenclaws shared the defence against the dark arts class with Slytherins so, naturally, Jisung and you were seated together.

“Hello everyone! Today’s lesson is about acromentulas.” As the professor proceeded with his lecture, you felt your strong partner-in-crime shiver in his seat. You looked at him and were surprised by how much he looked terrified of acromentulas, not that you could blame him, these giant spiders were scary as hell.

“You okay there, bro?” He didn’t answer and was so pale you thought he was going to faint. You tried to comfort him but he was frozen.

The professor, not giving a care about what was happening in front of his face, decided to show some photos of acromentulas and as if it didn’t trigger Jisung enough, he eventually showed a real one in a big cage. From what you’ve seen in your books, it was nearly a teen so it wasn’t that big compared to his adult size but it was still big enough to scare the hell out of Jisung. He literally fell off his chair and the sound made the professor pay attention.

“Jisung? What happened?”

“He’s really scared of acromentulas, sir. Can you please put it away?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

While the professor finally put it away, you helped Jisung sit back.

“You okay?”

“Not really. That shit’s so grim.”

“I know, take deep breaths. It’s gone, everything’s alright.”

His breathing was unsteady for a few moments but he quickly got his composure back.

“I’m sorry Jisung, didn’t mean to frighten you. Class’ dismissed. Except you, Jisung.”

Everyone left except Seungmin, who checked on his friend, Jisung and you.

The professor went to his office and came back with chocolate.

“Here, eat this, you’ll feel better. I didn’t know it was this horrifying for you.”

He accepted the chocolate and ate it slowly. “It’s okay, you couldn’t know. Arachnophobia isn’t cool.”

“I won’t show any spider in this class from now on, I promise.”

“Thank you sir.”

“You can go now, drink water and rest.”

As you left class, Jisung whispered in your ear. “I don’t need water, I need a good butterbeer.”

You both chuckled and, after saying bye to Seungmin who certainly left to go to the library to do his homework, went to the Three Broomsticks using the secret passage beneath the one-eyed statue by the stairs of your last class to drink one or two mugs of butterbeer.

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Two months before the end of the year, Jisung had the baddest yet boldest idea so far. It was remarkable how he never failed to impress you.

“I’m going to use this potion on Jaemin, he’ll definitely leave you alone after that.”

“He left me alone after I put a rat onto his head but suit yourself, bro.”

You were hiding behind stairs on the third floor, waiting for Jaemin to walk down. Jisung was holding his flask tight in his hand. When you heard people talking, you discreetly looked up and saw Jaemin. Jisung didn’t hesitate and before you could react, his flask was emptied on Jaemin’s head. His hair slowly stood on end but it wasn’t all, it also turned into candy apple red. He somehow added Colovaria to the hair-rising potion and you were about to congratulate him when you got a glimpse of Minho upstairs.

Jaemin left, horrified, to the nearest bathroom to see the damage while Minho was casually walking down the stairs. Jisung lost his smile when he saw him and swallowed hard. Once arrived at your height, he opened his mouth.

“Rules are put in place to prevent hundreds of magically gifted hormonal hazards from accidentally turning themselves into sharks or losing an eye, or provoking the wrath of a giant spider, or blowing themselves up, or whatever. But here you are, trying to break every single one of them.” You almost felt relieved he didn’t scream at you.

“Look, I’m stupid, okay? And stupid people do stupid things. That’s a fact.”

You could have laughed at his excuse if Minho wasn’t staring at both of you like he was about to end you. He wasn’t generally scary but he was a prefect so when you did something wrong… well, let’s say you better not be seen by him.

“Do you use this lame excuse every time you do shit?”

“My other excuse is that it was Y/N’s idea but no one buys it.”

You looked at him in disbelief. Of course no one bought it, you were more like his sidekick than the mastermind.

“Not surprising. Anyway, fifteen points from Ravenclaw. I would have taken twenty but adding a transfiguration spell to a potion was really clever.”

He asked Jisung for a favor, talking privately in the nearest classroom for a few minutes. Then Minho left and Jisung came back to you with a big smile and you high-fived him. The Marauders Map usually prevented incidents like this and he wasn’t near this place when you last checked the Map. Minho literally came out of nowhere.

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On a fine and warm day, as Jisung and you successfully pranked Jaemin for the umpteenth time that year, he turned to you still laughing.

“You know what’s the strength of a duet? It’s to be two.”

“Thank you for your encouraging words. I now know you need me,” you winked.

The laughter slowly died down and the atmosphere became somehow serious. He sat on a bench and you joined him.

“Are you kidding? I’ll always need you.”

“Always? Sounds like a really long time,” you chuckled, more to tease him and put aside the fact that you need him just as much.

“Just wishing we’ll stay together forever,” he blurted out, his eyes concentrating on his shoes.

“You’re sweet. I would love that too.”

He lifted his head and looked you in the eye.

“Really? No need for the Imperius Curse then?” You blinked a few times, about to smack him when he smiled wildly. “Just kidding, I would never.”

“Anyway, go train for the match against Gryffindor, wouldn’t want Mark to catch the snitch before you, would you?”

“Won’t happen.”

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[randomingoftherandomness]

We always see Shangjue being protective of Yuanzhi but I wish to see Ziyu and Zishang (+Jin Fan) protecting our baby boy.

Maybe a guest isn't behaving well because Shangjue is away and Yuanzhi is oblivious? Or someone is targeting Yuanzhi?

It takes all of half of a week since the arrival of their esteemed guests for Zishang to march into Ziyu’s study with the scent of fire and brimstone on her, slamming a hand on his table, and snarling, “I want them gone. Now.”

“So, you’ve noticed bit too, eh?”

The small, tight smile that Ziyu gives her is enough to soothe her wrath just a little. Harrumphing, she throws herself into the seat opposite him. “Hard to miss when there’s something sticking to your teeth,” Zishang scoffs.

In the beginning, it was clear that the young master accompanying the clan lord had been smitten with their little brother from the second he laid eyes on him. Zishang hadn’t thought much of it, other than that it would be good for Yuanzhi to socialise with more people outside their family.

The ‘outside of his Shangjue gege’ goes unsaid.

Yuanzhi was polite enough, if a little distant with the clan leader and their entourage. A small mercy, Zishang had found herself thinking when she watched him agree to the clan leader's suggestion that he take their young master around while he and Ziyu engage in talks.

Which is probably the time when Zishang realised she should have said something about that.

Within the first day, the young master takes every chance possible to ingratiate himself to Yuanzhi — presenting him gifts of rare herbs and ingredients, books and manuscripts from the tomb of some ancient prince. All to which Yuanzhi had merely smiled blandly and accepted them with manners Zishang knew Shangjue probably had a hand in beating into him.

But the disconcerting thing was how every single one of those gifts seemed intentionally. Almost as if the man had planned it all even before he stepped foot in their little corner of the world. Zishang had gotten Jin Fan to inquire amongst their guests' staff to see what they'd have to say about their young master, and had gotten her answer.

The young master was in love with their family's Yuanzhi and plans to woo him, and propose to him by the end of their visit.

This rang obvious warning bells in her head. Chief of which for what Shangjue's reaction would be like should he hear about this, then for just how creepy that young master must be to have found out these information about Yuanzhi. More than that, Yuanzhi has never stepped foot outside of the valley. How would he even know enough of Yuanzhi to 'fall in love' with him?

Who must he had have to bribed to find out things about Yuanzhi? There must be a leak in their staff and they will need to close ranks and address that. And what purpose would he have to attempt such an endeavour to marry their didi? What gain would he have?

Zishang imagined that Shangjue would exhaust two horses just to get back to the Valley to prevent any such matrimony between his precious didi with someone he hasn't yet vetted and will never approve of.

"Shangjue's not going to like this," Zishang huffs, flicking out her sleeves. It takes her a minute to realise that Ziyu is writing a letter while she'd been stewing in her thoughts.

"Are you...?"

"Writing a letter to Shangjue? Yes." Ziyu rolls his wrist before starting on another line. "It is clear to me that the alliance they're seeking isn't through cooperation but through forcing our hand in marriage. You and I are out of the question, and Shangjue holds too much prestige in the jianghu for their liking. And that leaves--"

"Yuanzhi." A shiver starbursts up her spine. "Ziyu, we have to...!"

"Does anyone want to explain to me why Jin Fan grabbed me while I was having my lunch, or do I have to guess?"

Jin Fan, looking not the least bit any less than smug, sets Yuanzhi down on his feet before going to close the doors. Zishang rushes to her didi's side, cupping his cheeks and checking him through before he bats at her hands, going a little red in the ears.

"My apologies to have startled you, but I couldn't just sit by and let him drug your tea." Jin Fan pulls out a small packet which he hands over to Yuanzhi. "You weren't looking when he was fixing the pot."

Ziyu and Zishang both take an examination of it too, right as Yuanzhi's pale face turn a little thunderous. "I'm gonna gut that spineless coward."

"No, you're not," Ziyu immediately says, handing the packet back to Yuanzhi. "We're going to deal with it together."

Zishang frowns.

"And how do you propose we do that?"

The smile on Ziyu's face is positively wicked. "While we wait for the letter to reach its intended recipient, what say you we call on our back hill brethren to join in our fun?"

[thatlovinfeelin]

Eye of The Storm -nine- Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Baby Kazansky x Rooster Bradshaw

Smut? If you can call what I wrote smut? Because I'm not good at it.

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“Do you want me to take you home?” He questioned as they neared San Diego. 

Molly looked over at Bradley. She took a moment to really take him in, the scars that littered his neck and over his cheek. She knew he hated them, just by the way he winced the night before when she gently ran her fingers over them. He was quick to pull her hand away and just hold it in his own. 

It was at that moment that Molly decided she was going to kiss every one of those scars until he decided to love them in the way that she did. She found them sexy in a way. They made him rugged and more handsome then the unmarked boys her age.

“Do you have to take me home?” She questioned in reply, “They aren’t expecting me for two more days.”

He swallowed, glancing over at her and then to her hand, which was clasped in his, “I guess not. I uh, we could-”

He took a deep breath and let out a small laugh, “I could take you back to my house, we could hide your truck in my garage.”

She couldn’t help the smile as she squeezed Bradley’s hand. She wanted to lean over and kiss his neck. God, she really wanted to kiss his neck. Like almost too much. It almost seemed silly how much she wanted it. 

“Take me back to your house,” She replied softly, “Please.”

He sort of groaned. A noise from deep in his chest, almost animalistic. It made Molly’s mouth go dry. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. Something inside her wanted to whimper, she had to clamp her mouth shut so she wouldn’t. 

This wasn’t a feeling she was used to. With Jack, it was all action and no feeling. Sure, she felt things for Jack, but not romantically and she wasn’t even sure if she was truly attracted to him. But this man sitting next to her. Bradley Rooster Bradshaw….she was undoubtedly attracted to him. She wanted things from him that she wasn’t used to wanting. 

“How far away do you live?” Molly questioned, squirming in her seat. 

She wasn’t entirely sure why she was squirming. She wasn’t a squirmy person. It came from being the daughter of Tom Kazansky. She was certain she could sit through long safety briefings, which had to be the most boring part of the whole job, and never squirm. But now, sitting next to Bradley, knowing she was going to his place, all she wanted to do was squirm. 

“Uh, twenty minutes,” Bradley said it almost like a question, “Maybe less if I speed.”

Molly raised a brow, “Maybe you should speed a bit.”

This time he really did laugh. It was a sound so loud and full that it filled the entire car. It made Molly’s heart ache to hear it more. She wanted to see the relaxed version of Bradley, not the near dangerous powerful fighter pilot, Rooster Bradshaw, but the man that introduced himself in the bar. Armed with his sunglasses and an old Hawaiian shirt. She wanted him back.

“You’re a bad influence on me Miss Kazansky.”

“Oh I plan on being an even worse influence , if you let me,” She tried to sound almost seductive but ended up giggling. 

Bradley liked the sound of her giggle. He liked the smile that came along with it, the way her eyes crinkled up along with her nose. It was precious, she was precious. He wanted to protect that beautiful smile and the woman it belonged to. If he was the only person that got to see that smile, then so be it. He could cherish every single one he got. He’d hold them close to his heart. 

Even when she was making his cock hard. He couldn’t tell if she was absolutely meaning to, of if this was just Molly. Maybe this was the playful Molly that was buried too deep to be seen. Maybe she was finally able to come to the surface. Either way, Bradley was in for so much trouble. But for the first time since he was a teenager and his mom was still alive, the thought of trouble excited him. The thought of a girl he could really care for made him almost want to panic….almost. At the same time though, it made him only want to hold onto her that much more. 

“No one has ever taken me home before,” She admitted suddenly, feeling shy. 

He glanced at her. She seemed to be making herself small again. Shrinking down in the seat as much as she could. There was something about it that made his chest ache. He hated the feeling of knowing that she still seemed to want to hide from him. He never wanted her to feel like she wanted to hide from him, at all. 

“Are you getting shy on me now?” He asked her, bringing her hand with his as he poked her side. 

She pulled her knees up to her chest, “I don’t know. I don’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Do you want me to take you home?” He asked again, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb.

She shook her head, “No. I do know that you taking me back to my parents house is the last thing I want.”

“Okay,” He said simply, “I won’t do that then.”

He didn’t let go of her hand as they drove. They didn’t say anything else to one another either. Just drove in silence. 

Molly thought about the way that she snuck into his room while they were at Riss and Derek’s. She couldn’t sleep, kept tossing and turning. The only thing she could think of was how well she slept next to Bradley. She wanted to sleep like that again, curled up next to him, wrapped in his arms. She liked how safe she felt next to him. 

They entered the residential area just off base, full of small identical bungalows. She could tell which one was his thanks to the Bronco parked in the driveway. He looked over at her and winked. He hopped out and punched in a code to the garage door before hopping back in and pulling into the garage. 

“Home sweet home,” He sighed, looking towards Molly. 

She took a deep breath before she surged forward to kiss him. She felt like it was the only thing she could really think of doing. Her whole body felt hot against his. She could feel the heat from his hands against her back, pulling her closer to him. 

“We can stop this right here,” He mumbled against his lips. 

“I don’t want to,” She replied, “I don’t want to stop.”

“Molly.”

She pulled back from him, bringing her hands up to his cheeks, “I want this. I want to know what it’s supposed to be like.”

He took a deep breath, seeming to be at war with himself for a minute. Then, when he took another breath, he reached for her seatbelt buckle and pushed it in. They were out of the car in less than a minute, kissing again with Molly pressed up against the front of her pickup truck. 

Her hands were in his hair, his were on her hips. To Molly, this felt like the most normal thing in the world. Then he was walking back, pulling her with him as he made his way towards the door. He reached behind him with one hand to open the door before pulling her inside. Then her back was against the door, one leg pulled up around his hip. 

“Jump,” He requested, hands settling high up on her thighs, just under her ass. 

Then she was in his arms, legs wrapped completely around him. She smiled to herself before leaning down to kiss the scar on his neck. He groaned again, pushing her back against a wall, somewhere just down the hall from the garage door. Her lips trailed back up to meet his.

“Show me,” She begged breathlessly, “Please show me.”

He made that noise again before pulling her away from the wall. He started walking again and Molly could only imagine he was taking her towards his room. She certainly hoped that’s where he was taking her. 

He kicked a door open and then kicked it closed behind them. He set her down on the bed. His eyes were dark as he looked down at her, it made her squirm again. She wanted to show him everything and at the same time felt like she needed to hide from him. 

“Molly.”

“Kiss me again.”

And so he did, and gently pushed her back to lay down on the bed. Her heart was pounding against her chest so hard she thought he might be able to feel it. Her breathing was hard, erratic even. He smiled as he kissed her, she could feel it against her lips. She couldn’t help but smile too. 

She could kiss him for the rest of her life and be happy. Almost like he was some kind of drug. But even if he was a drug to her, she didn’t want to quit. She could be addicted to Bradley, she could live with that. She could live with all of this, as long as she had him.

Clothes were slowly shed. Piece by piece they were thrown around his room. Molly didn’t have a chance to really look, but she was sure his room was just as clean as she expected it. Same with the rest of his house. He seemed like a very clean person. 

Then all she could think about was him, and her, body to body. Nothing separating them as he moved further down her body, leaving a trail of kisses behind. Her breath was shallow as she watched him move. She watched the way the muscles in his shoulders worked and for a moment she thought she might be able to get off from that sight alone.

He made her come on his fingers and mouth before moving back up her body. She was a panting mess, already sated and blissfully happy. But she still wanted more. She wanted everything from him. Everything he would be willing to give her, and then some. His hands were leaving gentle touches on her hips as he kissed her again and again. She got lost in it until she felt him against her hip, causing her to let out a breathy moan.

“I love that sound,” Bradley’s voice was deep and husky now. 

“Good to know,” Molly was almost panting.

“I need to know,” He swallowed again, “Are you sure? We can stop now.”

She pulled him back to her lips, kissing him deeply before pulling away, “I’m sure. I want all of you, Bradley. Please.”

He let out a deep breath and dropped his forehead to hers. He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily against her. The sound of his breathing filled her ears. His eyes were closed, but it seemed like he was fighting with himself. For a moment, Molly wanted him to lose control, she wanted to see what he was like without it. 

“Please,” She begged again, tilting her head to kiss him once more. 

“Fuck,” He groaned, moving off of her. 

He rustled around in his nightstand drawer before joining her again on the bed. He fumbled with the packet, ripping it open with his teeth before rolling on the condom. Molly tried not to widen her eyes at the full sight of him. She gathered that he was hung, because he just seemed like he would be. But the sheer size of him worried her a little. He’d likely break her right in two, but somehow she would be okay with that. 

“Molly”

“Don’t ask me again,” She pleaded, “I’m all about consent, you know that by now, but don’t ask me again. You know what my answer is.”

He let out a breathy laugh complete with a nervous smile before he climbed back over her. His arms caged her in, all that seemed to matter in the world was him. This moment between them. The look in his eyes, the sort of adoration that was hidden there. 

“Just breathe, okay?” 

She nodded and tried not to tense up as she felt him at her entrance. With the hand that was by her head, Bradley gently stroked her cheek, trying to keep her calm. Her heart pounded as he inched forward. So slowly. She nodded her head slowly and wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to urge him forward. 

One thrust was all it took for him to be fully inside her. Molly sucked in a deep breath, her whole body felt like it was locking up. One of her hands was clutching his sheets, while the other was holding onto his bicep so hard she was sure her nails were biting into his skin. 

“Breathe,” He grunted, stroking her cheek again. 

Her head shook, trying to convey that she couldn’t. She was so full…almost too full. The stretch burned, and she wasn’t sure if it was in a good way or a bad way. All she could think about was the fullness of him. All of him. 

“Molly,” He tried to coax her again. 

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she shook her head again. How was she supposed to breathe again? How could she make her lungs take in air? She was sure she’d forgotten the simple action.

So, Bradley leaned down to kiss her. He was trying not to hurt her. He didn’t want to move before she gave him the okay, but it was hard to control. He ached to move, ached to fuck her. But this was more than just two people fucking. Because Molly was trusting him enough to allow him to do this. 

When he broke away from her, she sucked in a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell heavily, breast pressing against his chest. 

“There you go,” He whispered, “Nice and easy.”

“I need you to move,” She whimpered, “Please. I need more.”

Then it was shared breaths, and grunts, and kisses, and moans. Lingering touches and sparks flying. Bradley held Molly close, doing his best to give her everything she deserved, and then some. He wanted to make her feel good, not for his own selfish ego, but because he wanted her to know that sex could be good. She needed to know and feel that it could be better than just good. 

“Oh god,” She gasped as he thrust just right. 

“There?”

She nodded, unable to form words. He let out a grunt and a heavy pant before changing his pace just slightly. This made Molly scratch down his back. He was lucky he had a few more days before he had to go back on base, because the rest of the squadron were likely to make fun of him for the scratches later. But right now all he could think about was how good the sting felt, just knowing they were there because he was doing his job of making her feel good. 

“I’m gonna-shit,” Molly gasped. 

“Let go,” He murmured to her, “I got you.” 

So she came hard enough that her vision went a blinding white. Molly wasn’t sure if she made a noise, or if her body was even capable of doing such a thing. Her whole body felt warm as she came back down. Bradley, who came shortly after she did, was resting his head in the crook of her neck, trying his best to catch his breath. Molly brought a hand up and started to comb through his hair with her fingers, earning a gentle grunt from him. So she smiled and kept at it. 

Molly was so content like that, under him and still full of his cock, with her hand tangled in his hair, that she fell asleep just like that. Wrapped in his arms, with a smile on her face.

[beomgyuslilracha]

txt imagine ...

summary for context: for the past couple years, you had been temporarily assigned to work alongside the team for the popular group, tomorrow x together. in a matter of no time, especially thanks to your closeness in age, it was very easy to develop a friendly and playful relationship with one another. unfortunately, some of the other staff thought maybe you six were a little too close after a while.

eventually, the managers decided it was time for you to transfer back to your original job position. you were given a full week notice of this matter and you thought it gave you plenty of time to prepare your goodbyes with the boys, seeing as you had begged manager jisoo to let you be the one to break the news to them. you came to realize later that this was a terrible mistake ... because now it was your last day and you had less than a few hours to tell them.

‣ pairing(s): huening kai x gn! reader

‣ genre: slice-of-life .. maybe ?

‣ wc: 1.1k

‣ warnings: a little “sad” for a split second, i guess, but it’s not angst

HUENINGKAI { 휴닝카이 }

at first, you thought it would be extremely easy to simply hide yourself behind one of the cameras to block your view from the boys. unfortunately, what you weren’t expecting, was for kai to miraculously spot you right away -- almost like he had some kind of secret radar of your location.

it took only a matter of seconds before he turned and locked eyes with your camera, breaking out into a goofy grin when he realized it was you standing behind it.

of course, it didn’t help that you chose the camera directly in front of him. you were kind of hoping that the power of hiding in plain sight would be on your side ... it was not.

when there was a break in filming, kai was quick to rush over, going “y/niiieeee”, and practically glueing himself to your side.

normally, you wouldn’t even hesitate to aww and coo at the precious boy - babying him and pinching his cheeks while he laughed that unique laugh of his that had you giggling back uncontrollably. while others teased him for it, you thought it was the most precious sound.

now, here he was being his adorable self, and you refused to even look him in the eyes.

but how could you? you couldn’t pretend like you weren’t secretly dying inside knowing that you were supposed to look at kai and tell him goodbye. to be the reason that he loses that beautiful smile that he currently held on his face.

with how much you grew to adore him them in the short amount of time you’ve gotten to know each other, there was no way now that you could imagine your life without him them.

“y/nie, are you okay?” kai had asked, shaking you from where you were lost in thought.

you looked up at him, seeing him frowning in concern. you sighed, knowing it would’ve been too obvious for him to not notice how different you were acting.

as much as you wished you could pretend, you just couldn’t help it. you had been procrastinating for the entire week, and now you were expected to come up with a last minute goodbye to your favorite person people. your five favorite people.

you had been seeing these boys every single day for the past few years, and you just weren’t ready to go back to never seeing them again. with how hectic their schedules were, you knew that you guys would never find the time to see each other for even a quarter as often as you do now. you already missed them so terribly, despite one of them standing before you now and looking at you so sadly that your already broken heart shattered even more.

“no, kai,” you finally answered, your entire body drooping in sadness and defeat. “i’m not okay.”

your precious huening was quick to wrap his arms around you and pull you against his chest, caressing your head to soothe you. “what’s wrong? don’t worry, y/nie, you can tell me anything, you know that.”

squeezing your eyes shut to hold back the tears desperately wanting to fall, you finally let out your worries. “today’s my last... my last day working with you guys. i have to- to go back to my office tomorrow,” you finally explained, though you couldn’t be sure he even heard between your whispering and choking sobs.

with the way his grip around you tightened, you assumed that he understood after all.

“that’s okay, y/nie,” kai cooed. it felt strange for him to be the one comforting you this time, when it was normally the other way around that you’d be coddling him. “you don’t have to work with us; we’ll still be able to see each other often.”

your brows furrowed together, a little confused. how could he be so sure? although, at the same time, your heart was fluttering at the thought of him still wanting to see you outside of work. “what do you mean? won’t you be too busy with schedules?”

kai looked down at you, his lips breaking into a smlie while he looked at you just as confused - though, for a different reason. “i’ll always make time to see you, don’t you know that? i can’t stay away from my y/nie!”

he pulled you in for another hug, and this time you were especially thankful for it -- mostly because it allowed you to hide the deep red blush that took over your entire face. you only hoped that he didn’t feel or notice how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.

☆

just as kai had said, he really couldn’t stay away from you and you couldn’t stay away from him either. he’d text you cutely asking if you were free and where you were just so you could do absolutely anything together. you’d eat lunch together, go out and pick up coffee together, and you’d even go out snack shopping together to save for hanging out later in the evening. you’d either be there snacking during dance practice, and getting scolded by yeonjun, or hanging out in a recording room where he’d play you songs he learned on the piano. if you weren’t at the company, then you were playing games or watching shows at his dorm and eating ramen that you cooked together. sometimes, after a long day for both of you, you’d even cuddle and take naps together on his bed surrounded by his plethora of plushies. that’s if taehyun allowed it, teasing the both of you for being lazy and smacking kai with a pillow to get him to let go of you.

on one rare afternoon, you and kai were taking a nap in his bed - alone in the dorm - and cuddled together like how you normally were. you had woken first, but your stirring as you tried to stretch ended up waking kai shortly after. although, he wasn’t quite ready to get up, so he engulfed you in a tight hug to keep you from moving around. “kai, we have to get up,” you cooed softly, gazing adoringly at that precious face of his pretending to sleep. he groaned disapprovingly, even shaking his head a little. he was just so cute, and, before you even realized what you were doing, you found yourself leaving the smallest peck on his nose. kai’s eyes shot open immediately, and his face shifted to a deep shade of red before your very eyes as he looked down at you in shock.

it was his turn to suddenly surprise you, leaning down and planting a kiss on your lips in return. it lasted only a brief second, since you pulled away giggling -- suddenly a little too aware of the plushie audience watching over the two of you. it took kai maybe about two minutes turning them all around before he was able to kiss you again, but by that point you two were laughing too much. he would end up kissing you again later, after walking you out of the dorm on your way home to hide from the other members.

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a/n:

look, you can’t tell me that kai wouldn’t be the type of guy to turn his plushies around if he tried to make a move and kiss someone , i’m sorry. but look at that !! i finished writing all five members !! and they received so much more attention than i could have possibly imagined... thank you to everyone so so much! you have no idea how thankful i am to receive even the smallest bit of support. i do have better ideas that i’d eventually like to get to, but i’ll take more time to write them so that i can improve my writing. i hope everyone who reads these enjoyed them at least <3 look forward to more content soon!

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 29. brb x oc

a/n: OH BO Y OH BOY

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff, mid angst cause rooster's job is dangerous, this baby will have too many uncles and a u n t s

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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-

Beatrice knew Rooster was sweet, sometimes saccharine…but seeing Rooster taking his role as a father miles away from her was absolutely precious. He tried talking to her more via messages, at least whenever he could, to ask about her health and the baby’s, ask if she was going to take another ultrasound and she could almost see how happy he was when she said she only would do that when he was back so they could see it together.

He told Maverick, who eventually blurted out to everyone. Phoenix cried, Payback cried, Coyote sobbed and Hangman excused himself from the room, but they were all happy. In the same note, Beatrice told her parents…her mother fainted and had to drink sugar water for a few minutes to get back together, then told her siblings - Michael already got the onesies ready for the baby and Marina said that if they needed help with the hospital all they had to do was call Derek and let him know.

That was when she remembered one thing she wanted to talk about with him: the names. Maybe it was better to have them in mind already, especially the one she thought about that week.

Roos (12:22)

Sure thing, babe. Hit me. What do you got?

Bea (12:24)

Well, I was thinking for a while and, if you don’t think it’s a good idea then it’s fine but I was thinking of maybe paying a homage to your parents? Well, I was thinking that if it’s a boy we name him Nicholas but…well if it was a girl, I really like Nicole. It’s also a mix of your parents' names! And a feminine version of your dad’s but,well what do you think?

And what she gets after that is silence, the sound of Jack and Eleanor play fighting in the kitchen - their siblings now living with Leo and Michael - and the tv playing in the background. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea, maybe she should’ve thought more about it…it’s still a sore spot, it’s still fresh for him. Beatrice chews the corner of her lip while looking down at her phone, hoping and fearing on seeing the chat bubble again, mentally preparing herself when he finally did reply.

Roos (12:26)

Are you serious?

Bea (12:26)

Well…yeah. If you don’t want it that’s fine though, Roos.

Roos (12:27)

Did I tell you how much I fucking love you?

Beatrice blinks at his response, but her body relaxes when the tension seeps out.

Bea (12:28)

Oh, well, you did but I don’t mind hearing it often :) 

Roos (12:29)

I’m serious Bea,I love you so much…the fact you want my parents to be remembered and you do that every time is…it means a lot to me.

Bea (12:31)

Well…I just know how much they mean to you and I know you miss them a lot. I just thought it’d be a good idea.

Roos (12:32)

It’s a great idea. It’s an amazing idea…thank you babe. I really mean that.

Beatrice’s smile was bright enough to put the sun to shame after that, they both had already decided on a name for the Mini Bradshaw, which was one step out of the way. After talking to Rooster, telling him good night/ good day and that she loved him, Bea turned on her side and shut off her phone.

That is until she noticed another weird account popping up. 

Her brows furrowed and then she decided to do something everyone was against, she decided to talk to them. She decided that not only was she annoyed, but she was starting to worry at how many of these are showing up in the past months. So, she didn’t block them, private messaged them a simple question ‘Who are you?’ 

She honestly didn’t expect a response, but she didn’t expect either to be blocked by the account. Beatrice gasped in offense, narrowing her eyes at it “What the hell?” now she was sure there was an actual person there and she was going to figure out who it was, one way or another. Beatrice, now that she could no longer check the profile, finally turned off the phone and set to her nightstand. 

She wasn’t going to worry about this now, especially because there was nothing she could do yet. She knew Carmen couldn’t help her, so she was pretty much on her own investigative work until then, figuring out as she went. 

As she felt her body relax and the faint caresses of sleep approaching her, she started to forget about it, she was too tired and all she wanted was to take a very long and relaxed slumber.

Except she couldn’t.

She woke up in the middle of the night, three a.m to be exact, with her eyes snapping open in the dark and her body feeling restless. Beatrice blinks her eyes in the pitch black, rolling to her back to look up to the ceiling and try to see the different textures and shapes the night illusions showed her. The brunette huffed, a mix of annoyance and tiredness, before kicking the covers off and deciding that there was no way she could fall asleep right now.

She didn’t know if it was the anxiety about the accounts or the anxiety about the pregnancy, but she needed to distract herself until she was tired enough. Thank God she didn’t have work the very next day because she’d probably sleep most of it depending how late she got back to bed.

But Beatrice decided that instead of watching TV as she planned to do, she was going to finish the baby room. Not only she thought it was a good idea because as soon as the baby grew she wouldn’t be able to crouch down and kneel too much so better get that out of the way. Plus, she just painted the backgrounds, the main characters still needed working.

She now kept the baby room’s door open a smidge, enough for the air to enter and remove the smell of nothingness from inside. There was the sharp scent of the paint now, but it wasn’t too strong that she’d need to cover her nose, honestly she preferred that over the smell of stale air from before. Beatrice rolls her mid sleeves to her shoulders, knotted the end of her shirt above her shorts so the paint wouldn’t land on it and grabbed her things from the corner of the room.

She decided to leave the bears for last, they were her favorite ones to draw after all, and started on the foxes instead. The sound of the night around their house was broken by the soft rumble of thunder and light drizzle hitting the windows, nothing like what had happened a week ago, it was extremely relaxing. Beatrice looks over to the window where she could see the orange light from the lamp close to their neighbor’s house in the middle of the night, making the mental note that they needed to get blackout curtains when the baby arrived.

But she was going shopping with Rooster, which was already showing to be quite the feature if his reaction to everything was any hint. She smiled while following the lines of the fox’s snout with her brush, the burnt orange color spreading over the surface, giving the lines an actual shape this time, “Well, I hope you like your room.” she whispers to the air, looking down at her stomach and the tiny thing still growing in there, “You can always paint over it when you are older though, I don’t mind. This is just something for you now.”

She spins the brush to paint more of the wall, licking her lips before continuing, “You know, you are going to have so many uncles and aunts. Not only from my side, but if I know the Dagger Squad, which I know them quite well, they might step into the role very quickly…if they didn’t already.” considering their reactions to Bradley telling them about it, she wouldn’t be surprised at all to know that.

Imagining the Dagger Squad all stepping in as the surrogate uncles and aunts because they were Rooster’s family was enough to make her smile widen, “They’ll love you so much, oh! And Shells and Ev and Liz and Carmen and Jenny too…and Penny! And Amelia!Well, Amelia is in college right now, so she might not meet you until a bit later, you know? But they’ll love you.” she pauses for a second, stopping the repetitive painting motions, “They mean a lot to me…and they mean a lot to your dad. You’ll also have Mav, who is just an amazing guy too and, he’s your dad’s godfather/uncle/father figure.” 

She giggles, hearing nothing but imagining Maverick picking the Mini Bradshaw up and carrying them like he did Rooster when he was much younger, “...I wish you could’ve met the two inspirations for your name though. I…your dad misses them a lot. And well, from what I’ve heard from them they were really amazing people. Maybe they’ll be with us when you are here, huh? Just like your bisnonna.” she returns to the wall, slanting the brush on the fox’s tail, “She’d love you, God she’d love you so much.”

If she thought about the amount of people who’d love the Mini Bradshaw she’d be there for hours, she was however very glad that Rooster accepted the idea for the baby’s name, which honestly she had a feeling he would’ve liked from the beginning. “Just wait until your daddy gets here.” she smiles, “He loves you before you’ve been even born.”

-

“Rooster, look,” the younger pilot stops writing down his paperwork to see Maverick coming in with a smile so big it’d probably rip his face in half, “Look, it’s a full set.” ever since Mav found out Beatrice was pregnant that has been his pastime while away from Cali, he really has been looking up baby clothes whenever possible and showing it to Rooster.

Honestly, Rooster didn’t mind, not at all…because he was doing the same thing. Him and his godfather really had the same brain. When his eyes locked on the picture Maverick was showing him, he smiles just like his godfather did, “It’s really cute Mav…but I really want to see Bea first and see the baby and while I do the same as you do, looking up clothes right now, especially toddler age, isn’t really wise.”

Pete hummed, turning the phone back to himself with his lips pursed, “Well, you are right I guess. it’ll be an infant before it grows all the way.” he slides his phone back in his pocket, then drops his gaze to the papers Rooster was signing, “Report from the last missions?”

A sharp inhale, “Yeah.”

“Did you tell Beatrice?”

Another even sharper inhale, “No,” he flips the page so he doesn’t read the words anymore, “Especially now that she’s pregnant,Mav. I can’t put that type of stress on her…I’m fine, everyone is fine, no one got hurt. That’s all that matters.”

The last mission shook him up just a bit, he was used to hiccups, he was used to mistakes but the last one really made him feel unbelievably small. No one expected to hear explosions so soon in the morning, no one scampered away so fast, no one really imagined to see a factory not far from where they currently were flying suddenly blow up in flames. Shrapnel and debris flew over like it was an actual bullet, almost hitting Payback and Fanboy, almost hitting him and Maverick when they all tried to avoid it.

It was terrifying, because it wasn’t expected, it wasn’t planned and no one was imagining that it’d just blow up to smithereens. Apparently there was no foul play, it was abandoned for years, no one saw anything suspicious these past weeks before they arrived so it was a terrifying and dangerous coincidence, thank God. 

He had to take a breather once he got back, well everyone did to be honest,  and as soon as his heart stopped feeling like it’d blow out of his chest, he messaged Beatrice. And then he found out he’d be a father, which made him wonder if that was just the reward for getting back alive and unharmed. “While I do understand that, Rooster.” Mav begins, grabbing the finished reports from his nephew’s hand, “I think it’s very important that hiding things from Beatrice isn’t the way to go. It’s better if she hears from you than from anyone else.”

“Who else would tell her about it?”

His uncle gives him a look, then jabs his thumb over his shoulder, “I’m sorry, do you not remember who you work with?” he arches his eyebrows for emphasis, “The ones who often bet on you and Beatrice, who babbled out how you were crushing hard on her as well? Those people?”

He was right, but Rooster didn’t want to do that now, “...I will do that once I know it’s safe to.” he begins, “The first trimester is always the most fragile,I read it online.” he answers when his uncle gives him a surprised look, “And I want Bea to have a good and calm pregnancy,Mav. That’s all.”

“I know Rooster.” he reiterates, placing a hand on his nephew’s shoulder, “But it’s Bea and she worried about you because she cares. Just don’t wait too long to tell her, okay? If she finds out from anyone but you…it might not be great.”

“...did my father-”

“Yep.” Mav cuts him off, “Twice. Carole was really,really mad.”

The muscle on Bradley’s jaw pops when he clenches his teeth, not only because of the image of his mother having a very reasonable reaction to his father hiding things from her, but also because he knew that Beatrice would be really upset if he doesn’t share it with her. “I will do that. I promise.”

“Okay,I’ll take these back.” Mav says, waving the reports up, “You enjoy the time off, new dad, before we have to leave again.”

Bradley gives his uncle a thankful smile, pulling out his phone to check on Beatrice’s messages, his chest warming at her suggestion for the names. He hadn’t told Mav yet, he knew if he did his uncle would lose his mind and need a moment, but he would do it so eventually. He was swarming himself with the warmth of the joys of fatherhood.

He wasn’t expecting to get another message from Bea, knowing it was so late at night back in California.

Bea (11:30)

Brad, so I couldn’t sleep and then I decided to distract myself and so I finished the baby’s room.

Roos (11:31)

You finished it? Baby, should you even be doing that?

Bea (11:31)

Yeah!It’s fine! I decided to do it now since I won’t be able to in these coming months…I could send you a picture but honestly I think it’d be better if you see it yourself when you come back :) 

Roos (11:32)

I’d love that, gorgeous. Any reason why you lost sleep?

Bea (11:34)

Dunno, maybe I just am…having these pregnancy moments. Sabrina had these as well and Marina had some pregnancy nightmares early on. So, maybe that’s why.

Roos (11:35)

Did you have any nightmares?

Bea (11:36)

Oh no, I didn’t :3 I just woke up randomly and now I am…painting more stuff, just not the room. It’s all safe! I looked it up and the paints I have are okay to use.

Roos (11:38)

Just please go to bed soon, gorgeous. Don’t lose sleep when you need to, okay? 

Honestly if he could he’d spend the whole day talking to Beatrice, Heaven knows how much she helped him without even knowing. Besides, now that she was pregnant he just wanted to know everything about it, hell he was going to talk to her as soon as he could even if he was tired as fuck, he wanted to know what to expect when he returned.

And his own research lead to the first trimester being complicated, led to a list of good foods for pregnant women and how there were certain activities that’d be really good for the mom. Was he thankful? Immensely. Because the longer he was away from his wife, the worse it was when he returned, he missed her sure, but he missed everything they’d do together…not only in the less usual sense of the word.

Bea (11:45)

And Jack and Eleanor are okay too, I might get Jolene actually spayed once they are a bit older. Maybe do it to all of them so Jack isn’t a father and Eleanor doesn’t bring more kids into the house.

Roos (11:46)

Well you know I never say no to dogs, gorgeous.

Bea (11:47)

Me too and while the house is pretty spacious we’d have a baby and that’s always something more to think about. Oh! So, I talked to my doctor and she said we can go back to have another ultrasound when you return! She also suggested those pregnancy classes too so we know what to do and such.

Roos (11:48)

Am I going to be able to hear the heartbeat?

Bea (11:48)

:) yes Roos, you are.

Roos (11: 49)

That’s…that’s so cool. Holy shit.

It doesn’t take too long after this last message for Beatrice’s words to come out as mixed up and short, with several typos and that could only mean that the sleep was finally catching up to her. So he told her good night, again, and told her to take care, let him know anything she found important to share. She didn’t reply and he was pretty sure she just fell asleep with the phone in her hand, snuggling his pillow.

God he missed her.

And after what happened, he missed her even more.

But he had a few more weeks left here and he had to make sure he’d come home in one piece for her and for the baby - and the puppies - so he couldn’t get too distracted before he left. He smiles reading her last messages, then sighs deeply, folding his arms on the table and dropping his head on top, giving himself more of a breather after everything that happened.

He was a dad now, his focus should be doubled no matter what. When he lifts his head after a few seconds enjoying the silence, he runs his hand over his face to snap himself back together, “Alright. Just a few more weeks.” he mutters to himself, sliding his phone into his pocket, “Just a few more weeks and I’ll get home to her and the baby, it’ll be all good.”

“Rooster!” he hears Fanboy call him, “Hey, what do you think your baby will be, boy or girl?”

“...are you guys betting on us again?”

“No.” answers Payback whose head pops from behind the door, “We are just curious.”

“Wait,really?”

“Hell no it’s definitely a bet.” Fanboy laughs, rubbing his hands together, “Come on, throw it out here man, let us know your thoughts.”

“I didn’t even see my baby yet.”

“Even better,” Payback adds, “It helps to build up suspense.”

Rooster opened his mouth to speak, to brush them off but he suddenly remembered about the little girl in Palermo and his mouth works quicker than his mouth does, “Girl.” he says suddenly, then blinks in surprise, “I think.”

“Yes!” Payback claps his hands in triumph, “Told ya!”

“They could have twins, we don’t know yet.”

“You could also accept defeat.”

Rooster just watches his friends bicker to one another with a soft laugh, but his brows furrow when he thinks about it a bit more…why does he feel so strongly it’ll be a girl? Maybe the father's instincts were kicking in already. That had to be it. 

“Can I join in the bet?”

“No,” both pilots answer and Rooster makes a displeased face, “You can’t do that,” it was Fanboy who spoke this time, “You are the dad, we are the ones who will…enjoy the earnings.”

“But–”

“That’s how it always was, Rooster.” Payback smirks, crossing his arms over his chest, “We’ve been doing this since your crush on Bea, it’s not going to stop. Even if we did allow you to join last time’s bet, it was one thing only and we back on schedule.”

Rooster just narrows his eyes, “You guys will be terrible uncles.” he chuckles and he could see how his friends’ chest puffed up with pride, “Gotta keep my kid away from your bets.”

“Hey,” Payback laughs, “They all gotta start early at some point.”

[suratan-zir]

post regarding my sims content (or rather, a lack thereof)

Short explanation: I don't play the sims anymore. The last time I opened my game was in November to take these screenshots of a seafood restaurant I built a while ago:

I didn't like it at all. It's ugly, I couldn't even be bothered to do a decent job at landscaping, and that used to be my favorite thing to do :(

Nowadays the only game I play is The Long Dark. I still sometimes really miss simming, and I sure didn't quit it because I don't enjoy it anymore.

The main problem is - we still have a power outages every day, not as bad as it used to be, now it's usually only every 4 hours, but sometimes more often. But if (or rather when, and I think very soon) there will be another mass shelling of our power grid, if it is "successful", we will be left without electricity for who knows how long.

My sims take around 30-40 minutes to load, add to this the loading of CAS, loading screens between lots, an hour of picking a "right" color for the countertops (you know what I'm talking about)… The point is, sims take a lot of time. So to waste my precious time just on loading screens - it feels unfair, it makes me not want to even try to play. I hope this makes sense.

But every now and then I still get new simmers following this blog, even though I get a lot of unfollows too. So to my new followers: sorry there is currently no new sims content :( Sorry that there's more war posts in this blog than anything else, it's probably not gonna change until the war is over, until Ukraine wins. I already restrain myself and post a lot less about the war, russia, russian crimes and propaganda. I try to keep my cool as much as possible.

To end this on a positive note, you can check out these blurry crappy videos of my sweet rat boys. One of these videos started randomly showing up in people's recommendations despite having exactly 3 views before that. And because of that I somehow got a whopping 10 subscribers on youtube, lol. But seriously though, please don't subscribe to my youtube because I'm not a youtuber nor do I plan on making any sims videos. Tumblr just doesn't allow to share more than one video per post.

[athenaseden]

its like an hour late but i had things i really wanted to add. this is my gift exchange for @roobroker . please enjoy. ( @abbottgiftexchange ) i hope this formats right ....

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Janine has an appointment after school and has asked if Barbara could pick her son up and watch them for an hour or two. Barbara had agreed with ease having missed Caleb since seeing him a month ago. As soon as bus duty was over, the woman kissed Melissa a quick goodbye and reminded her to keep her updated on the parent teacher conference. Barbara knew exactly what daycare Janine put Caleb in, aside from having picked him up before she was the one who suggested it in the first place. The trip was a little more than 10 minutes due to afterschool traffic and while she hated driving into school traffic, it was worth it to see Caleb. Making sure to grab her ID after arriving, she made her way in the front door. In the front office sits a few kids, maybe two years old. A gentleman sets one of them down on a playing mat after seeing her, “Afternoon, who are you here for?”

Barbara smiles at him, “Caleb Teagues, please.” He nods and repeats the name into a walkie, “Send Caleb Teagues to the front for pick up.” Waiting for a reply before he turns back to her, “Don’t forget to sign him out when he arrives.” He then goes back to the play mat to clean up. Barbara steps away from the door and waits leaning her back on the wall. She can hear him coming by the running feet approaching and the “Auntie! Auntie!” His mother clearly told him who was picking him up today. When he makes it to the doorway he stops and just yells, “Auntie!” again. 

“Hey, baby.” She calls back and he is back in motion again. Only barely not slamming into her knees, still she grabs the wall to keep herself up. He doesn’t let go immediately and her heart swells a little because of it. She gets to see Caleb more often than her grandkids and being with her makes her miss them every so often. He finally lets go and she leans down to squeeze his shoulder, “Let’s get to the car first, then you can tell Auntie everything okay?” He nods showing his missing teeth with joy. Quickly as she can, she signs him out and checks her phone. The parents for the conference tonight arrived just after she left, Melissa would be done with her meeting much quicker than either expected. 

Finally ready to leave the building she extends her hand for the little Teagues to take and pushes open the door. As she walks, she can feel his little skips in his stride. “Your Auntie Melissa bought you ice cream last night.” Barbara waits for the incoming squeal before she continues. “We have to go pick her up first.” He nods and kicks into a full skip as they round the car. “Why she didn’t come with you?” She unlocks the car and helps him out of his backpack, correcting his sentence before she answers, “Why didn’t she come with me?” Caleb just nods, stepping into the car and plopping into his seat. She misses when he was small enough for her to pick up. It wasn’t that long ago, the precious boy being small like his mother. 

Barbara buckles the boy into his car seat while answering, “She is with someone’s parents. That’s why we have to pick her up.” Swinging his feet and nodding his head, “Okay, yay!” She chuckles and shuts the door back at him. Once she gets in the front seat, he begins to talk about his day. At his speed, she understands some things, like they had applesauce with lunch and colorful spotted cookies for a snack which she tells him were M&M cookies. By the time they have arrived at Abbott he has started talking about his blankets and toys with great detail. 

She parks up front in the half empty lot in front of the school. Picking up her phone she sees the text from Melissa that the meeting is over and just to text her when they arrived. Unbuckling, she turns in her seat, “Caleb, smile for Auntie.” With pride he cheeses at her phone and blinks at the flash as she takes the picture. Although his eyes are closed the picture is too cute not to send. Texting Melissa afterwards, ‘Waiting for you out front.’ From the back seat, playing with his lanyard Caleb asks, “What kind of ice cream?” Thinking for a moment, she can’t seem to remember what ice cream Melissa bought, seeing the bag, or the receipt. Rather than admitting she doesn’t know, she lays the responsibility on Melissa, “You’ll have to ask Mel when she gets in.” 

The two sit there talking mostly about Caleb and his toys or classmates until Caleb spots the red head coming their way. He bounces in his car seat, points, and laughs happily. Melissa is walking their way, hair over one shoulder and her large black bag over the other. Barbara points behind her as Melissa gets closer, directing her attention to the beaming child behind her. Opening the front door, only to set her back down and open the back down and lean in to tickle Caleb. “Hey, big boy!” He giggles and tries to tickle her back, although his hands are on her shoulders rather than her stomach. Chuckling at him, she pulls away, “Let me see that smile.” 

Grinning wide for Melissa, he still tries to talk, “see my ‘issing eeth?” Melissa nods and starts counting, “Missing three! Your big boy teeth will be coming in soon.” Dropping his smile and looking at her questioningly, “But I am a big boy already.” Barbara has to laugh from the front seat, “Yes, but you will get much big, baby.” Seeming to be the answer he needs, he simply says, “Okay.” Lightly squeezing his cheek, Melissa steps back and shuts the door before getting in the car. Behind her, Caleb is feeling for his missing teeth, “Finger out of your mouth, hun.” 

Sitting down comfortably, Melissa leans over the console and kisses Barbara who briefly asks about the meeting again. “It was good. Mostly a progress check from the last meeting.” Barbara nods and kisses her one last time before Melissa can move back to her seat. While buckling, Caleb’s voice fills the car again, “What ice cream ‘d you get me, Auntie Messa?” Turning to her wife with a raised eyebrow, Melissa mouths, “I’m gonna get you.” seeing as her ice cream is being offered up to her favorite nephew she’s not actually all that mad. Looking in the mirror to talk to him, “We have vanilla bean and cookies ‘n cream.” Avoiding listing the one she’s most protective of. 

Barbara is pulling out as more questions come from their back seat, “What color is vanilla bean?”

“White, I guess, hun.”

“But it’s a bean. Beans are gween.”

“Not that type of bean, sweet boy.”

“So it’s sweet?”

“Yes. Very.”

“What kinda cookies are in the ice cream?”

“Oreo cookies.”

“The black crackers?”

“Yes, with the white cream in the middle.”

Similar questions follow them all the way home, even all the way inside until the ice creams are set in front of him. The vanilla bean is in a black container while the cookies n cream is in a yellow one, so he chooses the brighter one. Grabbing three spoons as Melissa scoops out one bowl of cookies n cream and two vanilla bean, Caleb stands politely waiting to help her. Putting one spoon in each bowl and hand one to him, “Hold it with both hands.” Caleb nods and walks with both hands on the bowl, putting it on the table first and then climbing into his favorite chair at the dining table. Barbara joins them not too long after. As they eat their ice cream, Caleb tells Melissa many of the same things Barbara has heard in the car. This time he adds details, like how he has a TRex stuff and a plastic velociraptor which takes them three times to understand, his blue cubby at school and his new light up shoes. 

Melissa and Barbara sit side by side, holding hands and listening intently, catching up on months worth of events. They only cut him off once he has finished his ice cream. “Let’s clean this up.” Barbara stands taking their bowls and walking to the drain with them. Caleb hops off of his seat and walks over to the dishwasher pulling it open. He waits beside her to help her load them. Though Barbara doesn’t often use the dishwasher, she won’t deny that him offering to help makes her proud. “Such good manners.” 

Barbara rinses the bowls and spoons and passes them to him who sets them a little sloppily in the bottom rack. While she dries her hand, she gives him instructions on the correct way to place them in the rack. When he is done, she still bends down to adjust a few things. Melissa stands against the door nodding her head, “Nice job. Very good, honey. Want to play a game?” Running to her legs the same as he had Barbara’s at the daycare, “What game?” Arms locked around her knees, she clutches the wall and looks up at Barbara for help. “Think you can be Auntie Mel at Connect 4 now?” Leaning back now, using her legs as a pivot, “I think so!” Melissa groans a little in pain and leans down the same time as Barbara to pull him free, nearly butting heads. “You’ve got to let go so I can get the game. Then we’ll see if you can beat me.”

For the next hour, Melissa sits on the floor with Caleb reteaching him how to play Connect 4 and enjoying watching how excited he got even when he lost. Barbara sits on the couch behind Caleb trying her best to help him and throws Melissa a pillow to hopefully help relieve what will most certainly be a painful back later. Once Barbara receives the message that Janine is headed their way, she announces it as their last game. Both on the floor pouting, “Last game, then you can clean up and come cuddle with me before your mom gets here.” Melissa’s pout disappears and she leans over their game to whisper, “Last game, loser has to tickle Barbara.” Caleb giggles and reaches out to Melissa, “I win, I tickle you.” The red head laughs and shakes her head, not finding it in her to correct him. He loses again, proudly. They clean up with Melissa poking at him and him giggling and returning to the poke. Barbara takes the box from them once it is done to put it up. Melissa does her best to get off the floor and on the couch.

Barely having sat down, Caleb jumps in her lap and begins to tickle her. “I win. I got you.” She laughs and grabs his hand, “No, honey. I won. I’ve got you.” before attacking him with tickles. When Barbara returns, she watches for just a second before bending over the couch and joining in. For the first time in months their home is filled with the laughter of a child for an extended period of time. 

[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e / chapter eighteen

Tommy

The door closed behind Bonnie and Sonya leaving the three of us alone to our cigarettes and our silence. The headaches we were all trying to ignore, the tight ache in our temples, the pressure in the bridge of our nose. It felt like I'd been punched in the gut and several other places, it would have been less painful if I had been.

Little Sylvie was gone and I felt that loss in every cavern of my body. Every hollow, hollowed out a little more with this new knowledge. With this new ache.

"Do you have to fuckin do that?" John spat, his narrowed eyes fixing me with an unforgiving glare. I sighed, tapped the ash from my cigarette and held his gaze as calmly as I could. He looked like he might be about to cry but he'd always been the more teary of the three of us and it was Sonya he was defending so I wasn't surprised.

"Do what?"

"Fuckin scare her like that, you always fuckin scare her..."

"Well its like I said ain't it," I shrugged running my hand through my hair as I turned to the desk, eyes on the landline sitting there quietly. In a few minutes it would start to ring and I didn't want to miss that call. "Her sisters MIA she should be scared..."

"She's already scared Tommy," said Arthur, his own voice tired, emotional only because he already felt defeated. "Could see it in her whole fuckin... Y'know..." he gestured half heartedly around himself, his mouth warped miserably as he screwed his face up at a loss for words, "shes fuckin terrified..."

"Not too scared to stop coverin for her sister though eh..." I started, about to remind them they were both too soft on the girls. They alwats had been, ever since the girls were born and I couldn't blame them either. It was easy to be tempted to treat the girls so delicately because we had always been raised to. Raised knowing they were precious, that they were the miracle our family hadn't really deserved to have been blessed with.

That was how our mother had always seen them.

She'd fallen pregnant when she'd thought she couldn't have anymore children and then she'd had two beautiful daughters. In the slow creeping madness which had cocooned around her in those final years of her life she really had believed them to be little angels sent from heaven. They were the last gift our mother had given, and their eyes were the last to see our mother alive. Sometimes I wondered if she'd taken them with her to the cut that day thinking they might leave with her, carry her up to heaven on the wings they'd been hiding.

"Now you make sure you look after your baby sisters boys, you make sure they're careful alright, don't let them out of your sight... Be gentle when you're playing... I don't want to find out you've made them cry again you hear..."

The list of warnings had gone on and on and I was sure it wasn't only me who remembered those words by heart, heard our mothers voice ringing in my ears over and over. Always with the same message.

Look after your little sisters.

I knew that the softness I saw as weakness in my brothers stemmed from the same place as my colder nature. We each had our own way of protecting them and I ubderstood that sometimes the only way you could protect girls like Sonya and Sylvie, was to scare them half to death so that they wouldn't do anything stupid.

And tonight I was scared so Sonya needed to be too. Thats how I reasoned with myself as I leant on the edge of my desk, fingers flexing over the phone, waiting for it to ring.

"I don't think she's lying to us Tommy," said Arthur, his eyes fixed on the window which overlooked the winding driveway currently shrouded with mist.

"She has to be," I said dismissively.

"Nah," said Arthur. I looked up and saw John watching us both with uncertain eyes, he was trying to work out which of us was going to start the fight. We couldn't afford to start that now.

"Alright," I said, letting him believe for a moment that I was giving in, "go on then..."

"Sonya ain't like that, Sylvie's always been cunning aint she but Sonya don't lie... I don't think she can..." he said with a sad little smirk, almost getting misty eyed over them. His sentimentality only serving to hammer home the urgency of the situation.

If our enemies got hold of one of those girls the family would crumble.

"No," I said swallowing around the tight lump in my throat I'd been trying to ignore. The fear I felt just then wasn't helpful. It wasn't going to help find Sylvie. Wasn't going to help keep the family safe.

It wasn't just the twins I had to think about afterall. It was Ada and Karl, it was Polly, Michael, my brothers... It was Finn who was still so young himself. We'd had to drag him back from university, something our mother would have been livid with us for.

Sylvie might have been at the heart of it but I knew I had to remain balanced, had to think about everyone.

"Sonya must know," I said after a moments trying to consider Arthur's point, "They're closer than any of the rest of us, always have been, basically fuckin telepathic ain't they.." I said trying to conjour a smile at the memory of the tricks that particular talent had enable them to play on us when they were younger.

"Well they were Tom but..."

"But nothin, Sonya knows right, Sylvia's runaway and Sonyas covering for her... That has to be true right cause if it isn't true yeah then that means our Sylvia's in deeper shit than we're imagining doesn't it..."

"The Italians?" John raised his brow, he was trying to put pieces together but even I had to admit that there weren't enough pieces which fit.

"I don't know..." I sighed, "I don't fuckin know alright.. I just know that we need to fuckin find her before someone else does right..."

And as if on cue the landline started ringing, the shrill tone startling my brothers but not me as I snatched it up and held it to my ear waiting for an old friend to give me some good news.

"Nah," the voice crackled down the line, "nope," he said the sound of a smile in his voice leaving pinpricks beneath my skin, my jaw ground down, "not here mate an believe me I've looked myself right, checked every last barrel right..."

"Alfie mate I know you think you're funny yeah but this ain't really the time for jokes eh..." I sighed into the reciever pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. This kind of thing was exactly why I tried to steer clear of Solomons. Perhaps he was a good man to know - when he felt like being a good man that is - but at times like these when I had a headache and family crisis to clear up Alfie was the last person I wanted to be palling up to.

"Now see this is just it ain't it Tommy my old pal, you sound tense yeah... Can't even spare a wry smile for an old mate, the Italians yeah, Sabini? He's gonna fuckin love that ain't he... He phones you yeah, says somet like ohhh I don't know 'Mr Shelby we have something that belongs to you' and you can't even muster up the courage to have a little laugh right...well then he's gonna know ain't he..."

"Know what Alfie?" I checked the time on the clock behind me,wondering how long he was going to keep me on the line for now that we both knew he had nothing to tell me.

"How fucked you are."

"That all eh?" I chuckled then, shaking my head in disbelief. If this had been his family...then again Alfie Solomons had always been one of those lonely figures. Even I'd never quite worked out where he'd come from, who his family were. So perhaps he really did find it easy to laugh at me now, perhaps he really didn't know what this kind of threat felt like... Perhaps he was worse off for it.

"No," he said taking me by surprise, the lightness in his voice all but sucked away as his tone turned serious, "if she does turn up here like you seem so certain she will..."

"Then you'll call me and you'll keep her safe until I come to pick her up, just like we discussed Alfie, remember?"

But of course Alfie remembered. And of course this was just another one of his games I didn't quite know how to play yet.

"Well yeah..." He said leaning on the word with that cunning he couldn't help but allow to leak into his voice, "yeah obviously I'll tell you she's found..."

"And you're gonna hold her safe until I come to get her... The second I get your call Alfie I'm in that car right, this is..."

"Oh leave it out Tommy," he sniggered cutting me off, not realising quite how tightly he was winding my gears, not realising that I was willing to go to war with him over her if he tried to fuck me around. "Don't tell me it's serious Tommy, of course it's fuckin serious...for you. She ain't my fuckin sister is she..."

"No," I nodded, doing my best to keep the frown from my voice, "no but if you fuck with me now Alfie you'll never do business with the Peaky Blinders or any of our associates again...so I'd take this pretty seriously if I were you eh... Mate."

"Oh I am," he said his voice low but thick with knowing, "I'm taking it very seriously Tommy sweetie don't you worry about that, don't you worry about that at all poppet."

John and Arthur were watching me, Arthur with questioning eyes, pestering to hear every now and then though I knew that letting Arthur talk with Alfie was a death warrant signed on the dotted line. John just sat there scowling, shaking his head,his face scrunched up with disgust. He hated people like Alfie. People who talked too much.

And as Alfie carried on, talking to me about nothing, bitching to me about some rookie teenager who had been trying to push their shit study drugs on his streets, I couldn't help but agree with John.

"Alfie," I said rubbing my eyes. I was tired and it was getting late. My sister was missing and in God knows what kind of trouble. I didn't have time to indulge the old man, even if we were calling eachother friends for the time being.

"Yes Tommy?"

"Call me if she turns up..."

"Tommy..." He said quite plainly, any kind of act dropping for a moment before he finally said goodbye, "I ain't gonna send men out cause that'll just drum up unwanted attention but me an Ollie yeah, me an Ollie and my trusted few yeah... If she's in the big bad ugly smoke yeah, we'll get to her before anyone else knows she's here."

"Thank you Alfie." I didn't know what else to say, just sat there blinking a little shocked, a little touched.

"Anythin for an old pal eh Tommy."

"Night Alfie."

When I put the phone down John may as well have spat on it the hatred which came off him like steam.

"Take it he knows nothing yeah? Fuckin time wastin cunt..."

"He's taking the car out John, searchin the city for her himself so let's not use them kind of words on him just yet eh," I held the edge of the desk in my hands and lent back on them, one leg crossing over the other. I knew it wouldn't make Arthur feel any better but it might at least quell John's temper.

"An what's he gonna do with her when he finds her eh?" Grumbled Arthur, "how'd we know he ain't gonna sell her straight to fuckin Sabini eh Tommy, how can we trust him?"

"Alfie's a good man when he wants to be and right now all we can do is get the cars, go lookin for her ourselves and hope that Alfie Solomons is feeling like a good man..." I said pushing myself up and crossing the room decisively. I grabbed my jacket off the back of the chair and began fixing it over my arms, snapping for Arthur to follow me.

"Arthur," I said full of spirit now that I'd decided what I was going to do, "you an me are gonna take the cars, John you stay here yeah, you get the kids and the girls and you get em all holes up in the safe room yeah... Consider yourself on red alert,ys you've got the Gold's with you and they're good soldiers, treat it like we already know Sabini's lot are on the fuckin doorstep and don't," I stopped in the doorway, turned to look at him as Arthur disappeared behind me down the hallway, "you don't let anyone in or out until we get back yeah...until we find out what the fuck is going on."

"Right," he said with a quick nod, his eyes dark with the responsibility I had placed upon him.

[aajjks]

TC!JK

immediately y/n agrees with jungkook’s distaste of the princess and then it hit her “you don’t like her yet you’re inviting her to join us for dinner? if you think it’s a negotiation, then she doesn’t have to eat with us to negotiate something with you” pouts y/n and it almost turns jungkook on a little. her possessive nature is showing and it makes her look one BILLION times more attractive every time.

“you’re hungry?” y/n looks at their clock which shows that it is late and their dinner should be ready sooner or later. “dinner should be ready soon”

*knock* *knock*

speaking of their children, in comes 10 year old ae-cha who immediately rushes into the arms of her mother and then jumping into the arms of her father. 12 year old jinseol too hugs both his mother and father with 1 year old jawon in his arms, and 5 year old areum quietly snuggles against her mother’s leg.

“hi babies!!! how was school?” asks y/n as she kisses all over their faces, especially jawon who was visibly sleepy. and for the next few minutes the family talk and laugh with one another. “kids, you’ll be eating your dinner in your rooms tonight. mommy and daddy have something important going on tonight” says y/n which confuses jungkook but once she calls for a maid and dismisses the kids, she lets jungkook in on her suspicion.

“we can’t have them dine with us because i think she’s setting you up. i can’t put my finger on it but i don’t want to put our children at risk—,”

“uh, your highness? dinner is ready and the princess is waiting for on both at the table. the food was also prepared and given to each of your children, your majesty”

“Sweetheart, as much as I’m enjoying your possessiveness, it is against the law to not offer food to our guest, but I must say that I am really enjoyed when you get jealous, but you have no reason to, just saying.. I think the children are here.”

“OH MY PRINCESS I MISSED YOU SO MUCH, and look at my boy, all grown up… it’s like I’m seeing you guys after years but it’s only been a few days.. AW JAWON… and my precious Areum… baby our children are all grown- wait what are you saying weren’t supposed to dine with us along with the princess?

I mean, whatever you say? What do you mean she’s setting us up? She is not stupid Baby or maybe she is… DID YOU GUYS TASTE THE FOOD? COME ON BRING SOME FOOD HERE AND TASTE IT IN FRONT OF ME. THE CHILDREN CANNOT TASTE IT UNTIL I APPROVE IT.”

[starlostseungmin]

HI DARLING OH MYB GOD YOU POSTED IT ALREADY OH MY GOD OMOGOGM im the anon who requested skz x 1d songs im so sorry i locked in the whole day bc i have anatomy finals tomorrow for uni xD

listening to 1d songs as i read it (i miss my 1d boys <//3) fr i was a directioner before i was a stay and this makes me so happy

i agree so HARRRDDDDD perfect and little things are both made FOR chan and BY chan omg you’re so right the way he can be so insecure about himself i just wanna shower him with compliments and remind him that hes beautiful every hour every minute every second of the day </3 and the way you made hyunjin’s last first kiss was PERFECT🥹 i love this song so much (take me home 1d’s best album, i stand by it) han and felix would be the type to be in a fun and adventurous couple doing just about anything and everything and just vibing midnight memories & why dont we go there describes them so perfectly ❤️‍🩹now onto my baby my innie <//////3 both summer love and fool’s gold are so angsty but when u put it this way it is beautiful 💔 i want to for real go on dates with jeongin where we go on picnics and just vibe, or go restaurant hopping and rate their burgers and just be silly together and now i’m realizing he is also so change my mind coded AAAAHHHHH

this is so very delusion inducing and i’m gonna be brainrotting this for WEEKS while listening to 1d songs with a smile on my face again !!! the way you wrote for each member and matched them with one direction songs I AGREE SO HARD i cried you actually posted this bc i’ve been looking through ao3 wattpad and all of tumblr and ONLY YOU did it im so happy this is my 1dxskz crumbs fr THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹 i’ve been following you since 2022 and have my notifs on HAHAH :D i love ur works and i just wanna know what your favorite one direction song(s) is/are 💗

sorry for yapping i just appreciate this so much xD

HI HI HI OMG GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR FINALS TOMORROW!! YOU'LL DO GREAT 💖

i was actually waiting for your response in regards with the headcanon AAAAND i'm so happy that you loved it!! i was a directioner way back in 2012-2015 tho and i still listen to their songs until now (fr fr i miss them too and has been waiting for a freaking reunion 😭)

it took me hours to find a song that would suit each member, skimmed and scanned every possible songs with their lyrics HSKSKSK i was supposed to write What A Feeling for seungmin, No Control for lee know and Happily for jeongin but yeah 🥹 there are a lot of 1D songs that could describe the members HSKSKSKSKS i wish i could write them all down HAHA hyunjin could be Long Way Down too yk? the one that really got me is Last First Kiss for him and Temporary Fix for changbin, chan is obviously Perfect of course and Lixie has a lot of potential songs, Han too 🫶🏻✨

i appreciate you having to ask me about it, and i apologize it took a while to have it posted here 😭 i wanted to write more of this but i have another series to finish HSJSKSKS too many wips in my google docs too AAAAA and thank you so much for being with me since 2022, for having my notifs on and for loving my works 🥺 i wasn't expecting it, you’re so precious honestly!! ☹️💖

as for my favorite songs, THERE'S A LOT OF THEM LIKE; Love You Goodbye, Infinity, Ready to Run, Why Don’t We Go There, Where Do Broken Hearts Go, More Than This, Half A Heart, I Wish, Moments, They Don’t Know About Us, Olivia, Spaces, Up All Night, Perfect, Best Song Ever and the list goes on 😭😭😭 ooooh and i loved harry and niall btw 😔 how about you? mehehehe

[dogmomwrites]

Thanks for the tag, @smzeszikorova! I'm super late on this, but here's a handful of fun facts about my precious pups! (and since you've waited so long, I included a couple pictures and a little story from when they first met)

Ragnar then vs Ragnar now ; Goku then vs Goku now

I have two dogs! One (Ragnar) is a boy, the other (Goku) is a girl

Ragnar was born March 15th, 2020, and Goku was born December 6th, 2021. They're both pittie mixes,

We paid $150 for Ragnar, and he is truly the smartest dog I've ever had. Ironically, Goku was free, and she turned out to be a massive dum-dum lmao

Shortly after Ragnar's second birthday, we took in a friend's dog for a few months while they moved and got their yard set up, and when we returned their dog to them, Ragnar was so devastated at the loss of his friend that he fell into a pretty heavy depression. We had planned on waiting a while before getting another dog, but when we saw how unhappy Ragnar was, we set up a day to bring Goku home that same week—Ragnar fell in love with her instantly. He was so overjoyed when he met his new baby sister that he bowled her over in his excitement to play with her. Her leg swelled up for the next two days but she never limped and showed no signs of feeling any pain, yet Ragnar was so sad that he'd hurt her that he learned how to play super gentle and has never hurt her since. There are no words for how much this boy loves his sister.

Goku has a thing for pillows. As can be seen in the photos, one of the earliest pictures I have of her is of her laying on a pillow. We've watched her spend 10+ minutes piling up the couch pillows so she can lay on every single one of them at the same time.

Ragnar's fur is an orangey brown, and it turns into gold when he's in the sun. It makes him look so regal and radiant.

We got Goku from a very bad home. The people claimed she was up to date on all vaccines and boosters, but within the first week of us bringing her home, she was diagnosed with parvo. She also had grain mites and developed mange that following week. But she's an indomitable spirit and she powered through her recovery without missing a step!

Ragnar has the sweetest disposition; Goku has the boldest personality. Ragnar is my angel and Goku is my little princess

hey. i'm curious. what made you pick that name as your alias? Please tell me cuz i think just like blog url there is a little story behind it.