#like I try to work on it and be a good sport (at a wedding. At a party)
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like. She is a tour de force, she IS the one-woman show, she is truly a superstar. Itâs not like I didnât know that going in but it was seeing that power at work and in its right context for the first time.
#like the crowd?? the crowd#itâs too big. it shouldnât be that big. itâs inhumane itâs bordering on criminal#should it even be allowed?????#questions to be asked. but if there is one person ALIVE who knows how to direct them and give them a context in which they all have a part#and nothing feels too big just big enough#itâs her. and I KNOW itâs not the same for other artists. they donât have that discography and they donât have that range#and they just donât have the SONGS#the songs are the bedrock!!!!!#(anyway sorry to any Gracie or haim fans but the openers in their own small way were part of pushing me to the brink of madness)#because I was like I came here for this?????? to watch you wail incoherently into a microphone??????#but then itâs like âoh waitâ#âno itâs just Taylorâ#except itâs also NOT because itâs her and the crowd and her working the crowd#also just. her magnetism. INSANE to be in the same room as it#and yet also the magic of it all is that my mind was racing during the concert putting the pieces together#but also I was just. there. Head empty no thoughts. singing songs I love with my friends#Iâm always like âcan Taylor give ME the same experience as this crowdâ#which is egotistical but Iâm very very critical and hard to please and it is in a way SO hard for me to have fun#like I try to work on it and be a good sport (at a wedding. At a party)#but Iâm so critical with performers because Iâm so quick to be like âthereâs nothing hereâ#Because guess what: there usually I S N â T#but Taylor is an exception. and so she is the most capable of taking me on a. Journey#Anyway not that it negated anything Iâve felt and still feel about her personal life and the pain of it and the way that fame#hurts her so deeply even while sheâs so good at being famous. Or the way that this pop star life is not enough for her#because a pop star life is not enough for any human being#but that just was all part of the bittersweet experience#all of her humanity shines through and the humanity of her position#and the true vulnerability of it in a sense#anyway we stayed for a bit and listened to sweet nothing afterwards and it was perfect and bittersweet#!!!
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TAKING WHATâS NOT YOURS! 3
ART X TASHI X PATRICK X F!READER
part 1 part 2 part 3
no smut in this one, but homoeroticism and swearing. enjoy yall!
âwhy are we here?â
âi told you why,â tashi took off her many bracelets into a hotel-issued jewellery box. the room was a dusky cream all over, and smelt of sandal wood. the various lamps cast sloping shells of yellowlight.
art watched, naked and tangled within the duvet.
âyou told me we were seeing a physiotherapist. now weâve come all the way here and he just cancels?â
âi canât control these things art. heâs very popular, something just came up. think of this as a holiday. weâll do something relaxing, fun, tomorrow. you crushed in atlanta, you deserve a rest.â
âi didnât crush. i came second.â
tashi duncan just breathed deeply, not a sigh but something like it. an acknowledgement.
âi know. you work too hard.â
art sniffed and rested his head on the heel of his palm.
âcan you just tell me why weâre here? please?â
wrists lighter, she sighed. wrapped in a silk negligĂŠ, she began removing her necklace, away from him so that they would not make eye contact but he could still watch her face. she had a defeated look. caught. but still scolding like a mothers, like she was slightly irritated he even asked.
âsheâs competing in the open this year. she might win.â
âwho is she?â
he asked, but he knew. you were the she. you were her, hissed in arguments, brushed under rugs. their point of contention. they didnât speak of you, couldnât. not after the way they got together, not after that final match and the injury.
a certain wildness came across her face whenever you came up, even peripherally, in conversation. like he had reopened a wound, pressed on a bruise that was ripening. she wore that look now, the injured bear look.
âher. if she wins this sheâll have won every major tennis competition in the us. in under 5 years. then what? fucking wimbledon? no. not on my fucking watch.â
she took off her necklace, which clattered against the vanity. she then began on her rings.
âhow do you know sheâll win it?â
âi donât know sheâll win it. but itâs really looking like she will. and she canât.â
âwhy canât she win it?â art soothed, âwhat would be so bad about that?â
âshe canât win it art.â
he sighed, and watched his wife as she took off their wedding band to sleep. he kept his on, but each to their own. her mouth quivered, and he knew that that was enough of questions for now. she would only get herself worked up if she thought about it more.
âweâll talk about it in the morning, ok? come here.â
she pressed her long fingers to her temples for a moment, sighed again, and began walking to the bed.
for a moment she perched on the edge, but his pawing hand beckoned her closer. soon enough they were entangled at the legs, and he held her soft head to his chest.
she drew in a nasal breath.
âwe have to stop her. make her lose.â
we. so he was a part of this now. did he think that was appropriate? no. he had left you for her, had harboured secret feelings for her your whole relationship. what he felt for you was real, but tashi was his wife. was always going to be his wife. but now, how could he, in good conscience, try and detract a modicum of happiness from you when he had taken so much in years prior? he couldnât. he couldnât even think about you. the thought of you being happy away from him made him so soul crushingly, unreasonably sad that he locked it away in a place no one would ever see or graze by mistake. the thought of you sad made him feel even worse. in truth, he avoided you like the plague. he followed your matches religiously to know where not to be. consumed trashy tabloids so he knew where you brunched, where you bought your sports bras, all so he could know never to be there. because he had that life he always wanted. that life he tossed two of the most important people to him away for. he had to be contented with what he had, or else he would die. and he was more than contented. he was everything he wanted. he had a wife he loved, a sky rocketing career, a future. a purpose. but there were aches of the heart, sympathies a man couldnât shake, even if he had to.
âwe have to?â
her grip around his torso tightened, and she raised her head to look at him.
âwe have to.â
âwhat could we even do?â
âfuck with her head. get in there and throw her off. and if worse comes to worse break her knee like she broke mine.â
âdonât joke.â
âiâm not kidding art. sheâs not winning. and youâre helping me.â
âtashi-â
âyouâre helping me arenât you?â
and she fixed him with the look. the look she gave when she wanted you to remember that her acl tore and that she will be able to do the thing she loved most in the world, and somehow itâs all your fault. only you can fix it. only you can take the defiance from her eyes and the downturn of her lips, and you can only do that if you go as she says. art had no choice, no choice at all.
âwhat do you need?â
â˘â˘â˘
in, coincidently, the same hotel a few floors up, you shaved your pubic hair. your coach advised you against shaving close to the tournament. he recommended it for your legs, it meant you were more aerodynamic, but pubic hair made no difference. between razor burn and chaffing, it was an unnecessary distraction. but, he also didnât sanction sweaty, time consuming, exhausting sex with a trifling man slut of an ex boyfriend that dumped you once and was ready to dump you again, so today was the day for rule breaking.
he chewed you out pretty nice when you got back to your hotel room. you insisted on showering even though your physio stayed late specifically for you, and now instead of hurrying out and apologising and being stretched into a peppy, sexy, marketable, rubber-band-legged tennis cunt, you were shaving yourself. because winning didnât matter unless you were ready for her.
why did being shaven mean being ready? you didnât know. but patrickâs joy at your bush had sickened you in grim retrospect, and you wanted to spite him. you would always be ready from now on. if tashi duncan was going to try and fuck you over, the least you could do was prepare to be fucked.
you were dry as can be. you hosed yourself down pretty ruthlessly to clear yourself out. evict any traces of that man from your body, scrub until you reached a layer of skin he hadnât touched. you had one tired foot on the edge of the sink, and angled yourself so you could see everything. you would be so smooth that you could see a reflection when you were finished.
patrick had caught you off guard, had used you, but you didnât doubt that he told you the truth about one thing. tashi was coming. she was probably already here. that would be an evil thing to makeup, and despite your outburst you didnât truly believe he was evil. you thought he was weak, slimy and pathetic, but he wasnât great enough to be evil. didnât have the forethought.
what would you do when you saw her? it was early days in the tournament, you could afford to be a little distracted while you picked off the weaker ones. but you couldnât still be this distracted in 2 days time. maybe time would take care of it. maybe you would have to take it into your own hands.
regardless of what happened, the hair had to go. you had shown patrick a soft underbelly, a vulnerability. one that neither tashi duncan or art donaldson would ever experience again. you could never give her the satisfaction.
if she brought art with her, that would give you something to think about. he, like patrick, was a stolen thing. he was the physical manifestation of all she took from you, in itâs fullest form. he was tennis. he was something you had never beaten. tashi duncan pilfered and pillaged, but worse of all she never lost to you. you never looked her in her eyes and beat her, at anything. love, sex, the game, she had never lost. worse, she had lost her ability to lose. a fate worse than death, but a fate that saved her from the shame she so rightfully deserved. while you lived on, you could defile yourself further, could fall out of grace and could become as common as dirt. she however was immortalised as a god, an angel too good, too talented for this world. she was given implicit dignity. you canât beat her if she canât play. the conniving bitch.
semenless, hairless and distantly heartbroken, you set the razor down on the side of the bathtub. you left to dress and be scolded by your coach, who would forgive you tommorow when you won, just like you always did. you won by default.
â˘â˘â˘
your manager had forgiven you as soon as you picked up the racket. apparently emotional turbulence served only to help your game, as you achieved your second win of the tournament in record time. not distracted by a certain ex boyfriend at the end of this particular match, when you won you felt fully able to celebrate. sweat drenched and vagina raw you shook your fist at your chest and breathed deep, victorious sighs. your opponent smiled graciously, and disappeared to cry and fade into obscurity, as all would in the face of your brilliance.
the air smelt new. it smelt fresh and new and made for your design. the felt of the tennis balls glowed neon in your periphery and bounced gleefully with your triumph. you guzzled gatorade, answered interviewers questions with emphatically friendly responses, and certainly spawned some rumours that the performance enhancing drugs you were so clearly on had unprecedented side effects, like mood swings.
yesterday your soul was crushed. today you got a new one. letâs see tashi duncan try to fuck that up. letâs see her bring you down.
boys didnât fucking matter, tennis mattered. and you were great at tennis.
these were all things you believed in earnest, with no trace of sarcasm or cynicism. you believed, right until the second, while walking back to your hotel with your team in front of you, lazily enjoying the world, when a deep, slender, ring laden hand touched your shoulder. you jolted up out of your skin. your head whipped round and there she was. there was satan, smiling like your number was up. stopped in your tracks, you turned your body slowly to face her. as you did more and more of her appeared, and you realised she was really there.
she was so beautiful. such a perfectly set face, everything seemed to match. the attractive broad nose, the full pillowy lips, the eyes, which smouldered on their own, naturally. hair that fell in long stretched curls just as it had all those years ago. she hadnât changed, at least not visually.
you gave her a once over. that fucking body. god, you wouldnât know she had stopped playing, you wouldnât know she could be unable to do anything at all. she was so slender, but so strong, muscle caking her bones in delicate, powerful form. she looked invincible, perfect and impermeable. her loose linen shirt hugged and hung from her frame like a fashion doll, like a mannequin of steel. she was taller than you, by a few inches, and made you feel small, in a way so much more infuriating than patrick. she wasnât suppose to be bigger than you. she wasnât a lumbering brute, she was your equal. she was your equal.
from the corner of your eye, you noticed something sparkle on her finger, but you had already looked back to her face.
âtashi,â you said, in a tinny voice that didnât sound like yours. your throat dried within moments.
âhello stranger,â she said, still grinning.
stranger. funny, thatâs exactly what you were. she said it like an inside joke, like you two were the closest of friends. you were strangers.
âhello.â
âcongrats on your win.â
âthanks.â
you sniffed, and wet your lips. you werenât going to break eye contact, she certainly wasnât going to, so you were locked in silent warfare. what the fuck do you want? you urged every second. wait and see, she replied.
âso,â you say, forming the intentions of a smile on your lips,âwhat brings you to new york? i hear only a few days ago art was in atlanta.â
âwe came up to see a physio guy, heâs supposed to be great. great enough that he cancels last minute.â
âhm. ainât that just the way!â
you smile, with your eyes too, like you mean it. she smiles too, but sheâs awful at being fake. she grimaced more than she smiled, she was always devoid of delicacy, of subtly. everything she was she was overtly. overtly beautiful, overtly talented, and confident. overtly ruthless. why she felt the need to smile if thatâs not how she felt was beyond you, but you could play along.
âwhat hotel are you staying at?â
âthe boro. you?â
âus too! why donât you have a drink with me and art at the bar? it would be good to catch up.â
me and art. you narrow your eyes, deepening your smile to disguise it. she was being so normal, it was strange. what game was she playing? was it something you could win? either way you were in.
âsure! i need to check in with my coach and what not first but ill meet you there at 7, is that ok?â
â7 is great. canât wait,â her voice was mechanical, it couldnât be more blatant this was a ploy, and you would fall for it hook line and sinker. she came here to fuck you up? you would destroy her, the second she gave an inch. you already had a massive secret. she fucked patrick. five seconds around art and her life crumbles around her.
you smirked, nodding, and a dark look befell her eyes.
âoh, and just to let you know,â she said, voice lowering. she stepped closer, leaned down to whisper in your ear. the smell of vanilla over powered you, and suddenly you felt very gross, putrid in comparison. but you didnât have to compare yourself to her anymore.
âi saw patrick zweig in the crowd today. i know you guys had a thing back in college. thought iâd give you a heads up,â her soft whisper tickled your ear. you shivered.
âoh, god,â you said,âthanks for telling me. what the fuck is he doing here?â
âI have no idea.â
âwhat a freak.â
there were several options of why she told you that, and how she might know.
maybe she really did see him in the crowd. you hadnât seen him, but you hadnât seen her either. maybe she didnât see him, but knew he was coming into town, maybe he told her. maybe she got him to come here and warn you. why? to cut you out of the competition early maybe, start the psychological warfare before her feet even touched new york concrete. it hadnât worked, and thatâs why she had been forced to make a face to face appearance. maybe that was it. maybe it was a grand conspiracy in which all parties were mechanised to get you. you would not be got. no way no how.
your paranoia brought the conversation to a screeching halt as your smile became more and more vacant.
âyou look good,â she said after a stretch of silence.
âthank you. so do you. you havenât changed at all.â
âneither have you.â
âwell, i think iâve changed a bit.â
ânah, youâre the same.â
no. youâre different. but how would she know anyway? you wave goodbye as she saunters off, away to a blonde man that she kisses lightly on the cheek. you donât take in anything more than that because you turn around immediately, and stalk to where your coach is smoking a cigarette by a coffee truck. fuck that bitch. you were going to gut her alive and use her intestines as a skipping rope. art would not extend his neck to receive a kiss when you were through with them. fucking drink at a fucking bar. who did she think she was?
fuck that bitch, tashi thought. you were right, you had changed. your backhand was perfect. impeccable serve. you were deadly. you were harder now too. you didnât scowl but there was a coldness about the eyes, a disconnect from face and mind. you were fake as plastic, and just as shiny. you had beefed up, gotten more tight and muscular. maybe tight was the word. tight about the eyes. what were you? you were another creature all together. a beast, an amalgamation of all tashiâs hopes and dreams and all her worst nightmares.
she swayed over to art, knowing you would watch at least for a moment as they smiled at each other and took each otherâs forearms tenderly, and she kissed the side of his mouth. his hair had been cut only a few days ago, and she told him to wear that white cotton t-shirt out and about. he said it was too casual for such a high level tennis match, she said she knew that. he looked very fucking good. she looked very fucking good, as she always did. she had set the trap, now it was time to get you in it, trapped, and to bash your head in with a rock.
she and art watched from the corner of their eyes as they kissed and you sauntered away, refusing to look back. your skirt swished with the aggravated sway of your hips. you swung a metal water bottle with the rhythm of your steps, like you were trying to hurt the air. you were pissed off. art could tell, and his stomach churned. this was wrong. it was mean, and they were adults now. married adults, who should be satisfied enough in their lives that they donât need to plan or scheme. but. here they were. and there he was, embroiled and accomplice to a mean spirited scheme. anything to dry tashis eyes. anything to make up for the fact you were tennis cunt extraordinaire and she was arts coach. a fantastic coach, but a coach all the same. he could hurt you if thatâs what tashi needed. he didnât want to, but he could.
she didnât know if she could, if it was possible rather, but she wanted to. no, she knew she could. she would. you could flick the skirt adidas paid you to wear and walk with a sexy sway and you could guzzle complementary gatorade but she knew what you were and that you were bellow her. you were her subordinate and if she couldnât make the world see it she would make it clear to you.
your feet hit tarmac harder than they needed to as you found your coach, who clapped a hand to your back and sung your well deserved praises. breaking news, tennis cunt is good at tennis. alert the media, alert the national guard, alert nasa. this is earth shattering stuff. fuck everyone, but fuck tashi in particular. fuck that bitch. and fuck art. fuck him. fuck him.
and yet, only a few hours later you were pulling your hair out trying to put together a cohesive outfit that said iâm not trying to impress you but iâm very impressive. iâm very accomplished and polished and if i was you and i had thrown me away i would kill myself for the shame and regret. tashi duncan is nothing.
but it was hard to find an outfit so articulate. not too dressy, but not overly casual as to downplay yourself, to suggest you think dressing nicely is above what you deserve. a dress. a black dress said sex but it was also classic, simple. a black dress meant nothing, and therefore meant everything. your body itself provided the glamour, your form a kind of jewellery. yeah. that was it. eat your heart out, donaldson.
you sit at the bar, perched with your smooth legs crossed over each other. you sipped a coke, that mightâve been a rum and coke on a different night, but you needed to keep your wits about you. you remember getting drunk one night with art, swaying around his house. his parents were away and he invited you back over spring break. his house was so big. you remember kissing him, so wasted. he wasnât as drunk as you. he held your waist, and smiled and said,âletâs get you into bed.â
âbut art. youâre so pretty.â
âand youâre so drunk. iâll still be pretty tomorrow.â
art didnât do drunk. i donât know. something to keep in mind.
they walked in, looked around and smiled when they saw you. neither of them had changed despite having hours. fucking cunts.
âi see you didnât wait for us,â tashi smiles.
âoh, sorry.â
they sit, tashi next to you, art in tow. what was arts role in all this? you knew why you wanted him here, to destroy his marriage of course. but why did tashi want him here? what purpose did he serve for her? he just sort of looked around. you watch him as they settle. art. oh art. you felt something in your chest, and hated it. art. he was just that guy, you know. the guy that you can say you hate, but you just canât. you want to so badly, but being in his presence for even a few seconds has you crumbling. the shape of his nose, the bob of his adamâs apple, the golden dusting of hair on his arm that glints in the boozy light of the bar. he was so⌠guy. so man. so beautiful. he beats his blonde eyelashes and turns to look at you, smiling with only one corner of his mouth. you smile back, unconsciously genuine. fuck him. what a prick.
you look back to tashi, who watches you bemusedly. half smirking half frowning. her deep eyes glow like ambers. she tossed a strand of hair from her face, orders her and art two sparkling waters as she eyed your coke.
âso,â you say, to divert your train of thoughts more than anything,âhowâs life been?â
âletâs drop the pleasantries shall we?â
the smile that had spooked you all day dropped, lips instead set in a line
âwe arenât actually here to catch up.â
âoh. ok.â
that was brief. you understood why she was so quick to give up the falsehoods though, tashi duncan didnât deal in lies. she dealt in hard cold truth.
âiâm here for one thing. i want you to play art.â
you frown with one eyebrow, and your upper lip curls into a look of disgust.
âwhat?â
you glance at art, who doesnât look surprised in the slightest. he looks mournful almost. what a freak. tashiâs face is sullen, serious as the plague.
âyou heard me. i want you and art to play each other. art wants to too.â
art didnât look at you. nodded though.
âand i wanna do it tonight.â
you spluttered a laugh, hands gripping the bar.
âtonight?â
this bitch had lost her mind. you have a tournament, an important one at that, and for her to assert that you should jeopardise that, overexert yourself for the sake of what? assuaging a personal grudge? making her feel better because a significantly larger man beat a woman at a game that tashi hadnât played in five entire years? what crack was she smoking that made that an acceptable ask? did her arrogance know no bounds?
âi have a match tomorrow.â
âyeah, no fucking shit. thatâs why thereâs stakes.â
stakes. what the fuck. you almost wanted to laugh. but this bitch was giving you a proposal, a fucking pitch. for what? what could she possibly have to offer you other than sucking on a shot gun and pissing off forever?
âdo you have any fucking idea how ridiculous this is? after everything you did to me, you think you have any right to saunter up to me and ask me to waste my time and my energy, the night before a fucking match? you and your fucking husband can fuck off.â
âafter everything i did to you? what the hell did i do to you? you broke my fucking knee.â
your confused look fell into seething blankness.
âyou didnât break your knee you tore your ACL. and you broke it yourself.â
âthatâs fine, thatâs fine. you tell yourself that, but know the only reason you have this fucking career is because i wasnât there to beat you down and put you in your place.â
âjesus fucking christ, i wouldâve beaten you that match and you know it.â
âi donât know a goddamn thing-â
âand where do you get off pretending like you never did shit to me? you took everything from me tashi. you took everything and now you travel across the country and stumble up to me to make yourself feel better because i can play and you canât. you want me to try and beat a fucking man? fine. iâm game. iâm in, letâs do it. i would hate to waste your precious time. letâs hear the fucking stakes.â
the gloves were off. both of your backs had straightened like hackles on a cat and your nostrils flared and your chests rose and fell and neither of you broke eye contact for even one second. you hadnât realised but you had gotten closer, so close that your minty fresh breath fanned tashiâs upper lip, and pieces of tashiâs hair tickled your cheekbone. this was fucking intoxicating. being this close to the woman you had hated for so long, getting the confirmation that she hates you just as passionately, knowing you matter enough to her that she needs to destroy you, it all fills you with the most exhilarating feeling. you want more. her deep eyes glowed with fury. fuck.
art sits hunched over the bar, removed. he drank his drink, slowly facing away. he almost looks bored, or he would if his eyes didnât flit about all the time. no, art was anxious. he disapproved of whatever tashi planned, but he loved her too much to tell her no. the thought stings you, spitting in the face of your satisfaction. art. he would always make you hurt no matter what.
âhereâs the stakes. you lose, i leave knowing that i was always better than you, and you give me $4000, for my troubles. you win, you get to fuck art in front of me.â
he didnât flinch. he knew. youâre pulled back by an otherworldly force, stone cold sober. your neck twists back and forth, scanning the bar for anyone to help you, save you, give you a moment to chew on whatever that was. no one was gonna help you. even art, who sat and drank his sparkling water, wouldnât meet your eye.
âwhat?â
she didnât reply, just leant back, arms crossed, satisfied. was she honestly, seriously, really, actually whoring out her husband so that you, a girl she barely knew from college, would play him at tennis so she could prove a point? was she that confident he would beat you? or was she a pervert as well as a cunt?
âare you that confident youâll win? or do you think iâm that desperate? believe it or not, iâve actually moved on from a man i saw briefly 5 entire years ago.â
a tiny white lie never hurt anyone.
tashi widened her eyes. a silent challenge.
âare you sure? are you sure it wouldnât feel good to fuck my husband right in front of me? take something from me? hurt me? give me a taste of my own fucking medicine? if iâm such a bitch, if i took everything from you, take something back. beat me at tennis and fuck my husband.â
this bitch was fucking crazy. and yes, it would feel fucking incredible. but you would also have to touch art again. which would dredge up emotions you didnât know if you could stomach. eugh. no. couldnât. wouldnât. wonât.
âiâll play you. no stakes.â
âno,â art looked at you in the eyes for the first time since that day, that match that ended you two forever. his voice was cold and hoarse. your eyebrow raises involuntarily. look everyone, the puppet can speak on its own!
âagree to the stakes or donât bother.â
you laugh airily, you search arts face for reprehension. thereâs just nothing. you were wrong about him, he didnât disapprove that strongly. where did he get off in this? did he like being used as a bargaining chip in his evil wifeâs evil schemes? was he completely eroded from who he used to be? did you ever even know him? he tongued the inside of his cheek. his mouth curved at the edge. he smiled slightly like he knew you, like this was a game you were all in on. like any of this is funny.
âno. iâll play you, and iâll even cough up the money if i lost. but iâm not fucking anyone. end of story.â
tashi leans forward. her eyes twinkle yellow in the soft glow of the bar. her mouth opens with unspoken hunger.
âthen lose.â
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Deployment Birth
Jake Seresin One Shot
Pov: jake misses the birth of your baby while on deployment but the Dagger Squad makes sure they help you along the way.
The old saying goes âWhen you know you knowâ and that was the truth for Jake Seresin. The moment he met Hazel itâs like the stars in his universe aligned as sappy as that sounds, but there was just something about her that made him simply⌠know.
When Hazel moved to North Island the last thing on her mind was finding someone to be in a relationship with but the universe on that one fateful night at the hard deck when she met up with her childhood friend Natasha Trace had other plans. Hazel wasnât sure if it was the Southern drawl or the million dollar smile or maybe even the captivatingly gorgeous green eyes that stared deeply into hers like she was the only one in the room even though they were surrounded by the many patrons of the Hard Deck on a Saturday night, but Jake Seresin stole her heart that night whether she realized it right away or not.
The usual cocky, egotistical, womanizer Aviator everyone was used to had changed faster than they could blink. Cocky attitude was replaced with sweet nothings and compliments. Flowers on a random Tuesday just because and coffee runs on his lunch just so he could see you for 10 minutes. Jake Seresin was in love and he was in it deep.
They moved in together after dating for 9 months. She brought warmth and life to Jake's boring beige apartment which he loved. He loved the throw pillows that now adorned his couch, the scented candles that seemed to be in each room. The pictures that now hung on the walls, he loved it all. The engagement followed suit after a year and a half of dating and the wedding wasnât too far behind. It felt like a whirlwind romance to everyone around them but they just simply knew. They were each otherâs person, made for each other by the gods above so why waste anytime when you just simply know.
Hazel was not used to having a partner that actually put in effort. When they say âif he wanted to he wouldâ Jake always wanted to. The smallest of things like doing the dishes, getting her shower ready to just the right temperature that he knew she liked. Having a glass of wine and her book ready for her on the coffee table after a long day of work so she could relax while he sat on the couch with her watching a muted tv with sports recaps on it just to spend time with her. He wanted it all. At first it scared her, but once she realized that Jake wasnât like her past relationships she was in deep too.
2.5 years in a new journey was about to begin.
She stood in the bathroom staring at the test on the counter. 2 dark pink lines staring right back at her. She wasnât convinced at first but the 5 tests she took told her otherwise, all showing the same result. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. She was growing something half Jake and Half her. She honestly couldnât believe it. They werenât actively trying but they decided that if it happened then so be it, and honestly, she couldnât believe it happened.
The next week was spent going to the doctorâs office just to confirm that she was 100% pregnant (which she was). 5 weeks to be exact. Once she realized it was without a doubt positive she began trying to come up with a creative way to tell Jake.
She stood over the box on the kitchen island making sure it was perfect one more time before gently closing the lid just as she heard the door of Jake's truck close from outside their apartment. Hazel acted like she was busy tidying up the kitchen counter when she heard his boots thud across the hardwood floor as a hand wrapped around her waist from behind and a gentle kiss was placed to the top of her head.
âHey sweetheart. How was your day?â I smiled as I turned around and faced Jake as I gently wrapped my arms around his neck
âIt was good. Busy. How about you?â Jakes smile widened as he looked down at me
âLong and tiring. Was flying from the moment I got on base till it was time to leaveâ
âSounds like itâs going to be relaxing on the couch and takeout kind of night?â He smiles as he leans down and places a soft kiss to my lips
âits like you read my mind sweetheartâ
I smile as he removes his arm from around my waist and walks across the kitchen. I admire how good he looks in his khaki uniform. He always looks so good. It almost has to be a sin for someone to look that good. He stops at the sight of the box on the kitchen island
âWhat's this?â
âJust a little something for youâ I smile as he looks at me almost confused as he looks back down at the box
âIâm not forgetting something am i?â
âno..go ahead and open it upâ
I smile as I watch him look between the box and myself a few more times before slowly grabbing the lid and opening the box as I lean against the kitchen island, my eyes never leaving his face as he looks at the contents of the box. His hands grip the sides of the box as he intently stares at the small pair of aviator sunglasses and a small onesie that says âdaddyâs wingmanâ with a jet underneath it. He quickly looks up at me and back down at the contents of the box multiple times before looking at me.
âare⌠are you. youâreâ
I smile widely as I look at him nodding my head yes as he tries to form a complete sentence. Before I could even get a word out he closes the distance between us as he rounds the corner of the island and cradles my face in his hands as he stares into my eyes and quietly whispers
âweâre having a baby?â
âwere having a babyâ He leans down and places a soft but passionate kiss to my lips, resting his forehead against mine as he looks into my eyes
âI canât believe thisâŚ. Were⌠were going to have a babyâŚâ
I smile as I gently place my hands on his shoulders as he moves his hands to my waist as we stand there in the kitchen together. The smile never leaves his face as he slowly kneels down in front of me and rests his forehead against my stomach as he quietly whispers something I canât fully make out to my stomach. Excitement settling between the two of us as the realization that our greatest adventure together was about to begin in a short 9 months.
They say pregnancy is supposed to be a happy time in a coupleâs life⌠and I suppose thatâs true if your husband is not in the military. Nothing can ruin the happiness of a pregnancy like the word âdeploymentâ⌠a 6-month deployment at that. 6 months which happens to be the amount of time that I have left in my pregnancy. 6 months that will be cutting it close to the due date of our baby, if the baby comes on time that is. 6 months of experiencing everything alone. 6 months of sending updates and pictures through letters as often as we can send them. 6 months and the chance that Jake will miss the birth of our babyâŚ
Jake, Payback and Fanboy got the orders a week ago and they leave in 2 days. Those two days were spent barely leaving our bed. Jake's hand never leaves my stomach, caressing the very small baby bump that has formed. Two days of him talking to our baby telling them that they had to wait for him to come home before coming into the world.
âEveryone says that the first baby comes late as long as everything goes wellâ
I lay there running my fingers through jakes hair as he rests his forehead against my bare stomach running his thumb against the small bump
âI really hope they are right⌠I canât miss this.. I just..â he sighs as he places a kiss to my stomach
âI just really need you to wait for daddy to get home⌠just hang on tight in there for me pleaseâ
âWe will do our best honeyâ
The send off was a crying fest. Natasha had to drive me home and ended up spending the night to make sure I was okay. The Dagger squad tried to make this deployment as easy as possible on me as they could. Every Monday Bob came over for dinner. On Tuesdays Bradley and I went grocery shopping together to ensure I didnât have to lift anything on my own. Wednesdays Natasha and I went to a yoga class. Thursdays Javi came over and mowed the lawn and helped with anything I needed done, and on Fridayâs we all went out for dinner and ended the night at the Hard Deck together where I would sit and sip on water while we all went on with our lives. Well they went on with their lives like normal. I felt like I was on autopilot going through the motions each day.
Penny went with me to all of my dr. appointments and has been giving me some parenting advice here and there from when she had Amelia. Everyone made sure I wasnât alone even though I felt like I was a majority of the time. I made sure to take videoâs of our appointments so he can see them when he returns home. The sound of the babyâs heartbeat, the black and white screen showing our little baby moving around.
Every Monday I wrote Jake a new letter with a picture to show how much my belly was growing. With each letter I felt like my heart broke more and more. Each letter included something new about my pregnancy, like how I went to the appointment to find out the gender but refused to know what the baby was until Jake was home. Another one was about how I felt that baby kick for the first time. Another was how hard it was starting to get comfortable because my stomach was so big I could only fit in Jake's shirts anymore and waddle around like a penguin.
Another letter was simply just a list of names for either gender that we liked, eventually deciding on a name for either or that we felt would fit perfectly for our baby.
Each letter was met with a response about how he wishes he was there to experience everything with me. How guilty he feels that he is missing everything and the dreaded line of âI still donât have an exact date as to when I will be homeâ that one gets me every time and usually brings me to tears as it feels like the closer and closer I get to our due date that the reality of me having to do this alone is become more and more real as each day passes. And being 4 weeks away from our due date really made that fear a reality.
Each day this week I texted everyone the same excuse âyou wonât need to come over today. Iâm not feeling well. Super tiredâ. In reality I laid in our bed snuggled into one of jakes sweatshirts clutching onto his pillow as I laid their and slept and cried all week long. Friday night rolled around and I was laying in bed watching some crappy reality show when I heard footsteps and saw Bob, Natasha, Bradley and Javi standing in my hallway. Natasha walked into the room and knelt down by the side of my bed as I looked at her with my tired and red rimmed eyes
âWe pieced it all together when we got to dinner tonight. You arenât sickâ
âI mean I am sick.. Iâm sick of this deploymentâŚâ and thatâs all it took before the tears started flowing again as Natasha tried to console me.
âIâm so scared⌠Each day passes and it becomes more and more real thatâŚ. That heâs not going to be here⌠Iâm going to be doing this alone⌠I canât do this alone.. I .. he ⌠I canâtâ
After crying for a solid hour, I fell asleep as Natasha sat on the bed with me trying to calm me down. Bob, Bradly and Javi cleaned up the apartment and went to the store to ensure I had enough food in the apartment for next 2 weeks and picked up dinner from my favorite Chinese place to try and cheer me up.
We spent the rest of Friday night all crowded in Jake and Iâs bedroom. Natasha and Bradley crammed onto the bed with me while Javi and Bob settled onto the floor by the bed. If it wasnât for this group of friends right here I honestly donât think I would have made it through this.
The week of the babyâs due date approached fast and Natasha refused to let me be alone. She took up residency on the couch in case I needed anything or god forbid the baby decided to come. This week felt agonizingly slow. Like my body knew it needed to hold on but unfortunately it had other plans. 3 days before our due date I was standing in the kitchen making myself breakfast when I felt it⌠my water broke. I stood there with wide eyes and I stared at Natasha who was sitting at the kitchen island. It didnât take long for the tears to cascade down my cheeks as I realized this was it⌠I silently cursed my body for not holding on longer to even give the slightest chance that Jake could have made it home in time.
72 hours of intense labor later and the Dagger squad crammed into a tiny hospital room, Sonny Amelia Seresin made her appearance and my god did she look just like her daddy, green eyes and all. After a brief hospital stay we made it home and two weeks later we got the call that Jake would be coming home.
The Dagger squad and I made our way to the dock to welcome Jake, Reuben and Jay home. Sonny was curled up against my chest as I stood there frantically searching through the sea of people just trying to catch a glimpse of that familiar head of sandy blonde hair and green eyes. Natasha placed her hand on my shoulder and pointed and as soon as I followed the direction her finger was pointing I saw him. The instant our eyes met it felt like the first night we met all over again. It was like we were the only two there even though there were hundreds of people there. His eyes drifted to the tiny bundle curled up against my chest and I could see the tears from here. Itâs like the world was moving in slow motion as he made his way to us. The second he made it to us one hand was placed on my waist the other on my cheek as he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips as his tears fell on to my cheeks. I love you whispered between the two of us before he pulled back and gently removed his hand from my cheek and gently ran a finger over his daughtersâ tiny cheek and ran his hand gently over her tiny tuft of sandy blonde hair on her head. The second she was in his arms he placed a small kiss to her forehead as she snuggled into his chest and greeted his daughter for the first time with tears in his eyes.
âHi my Sonny girl⌠Daddy loves you so so muchâ
Those words were the beginning of our new adventure together. A deployment may have gotten in the way but everything fell right back into place the second our eyes met when he got off that carrier. The stars in our universe aligned again and you could tell Jake Seresin was in love and he was in it deep with the way he looked down at his baby girl.
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I love ur hc sm!! Can I request hc for Chris and/or Leon settling down with a family? They deserve a happy ending after so much fighting đĽš
L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)
ŕłâ⡠sypnosis; family/ kid hcâs
ŕłâ⡠warnings; none!
ŕłâ⡠authorâs note; needed to add a little something for carlos bc i love him, half of this is mostly what theyd b like having kids LOL, no proofread im lazy ahahhahaah
C. OLIVEIRA
heâs a very domestic man at heart so had absolutely no problem with settling down with you after all the rc bs. was rather extremely willing to do so, actually
you want to get married? sure! you want a big wedding with friends and family? no problem! small wedding with only those closest to you? of course! you donât want to get married? absolutely anything for you.
said this before and iâll say it again, absolute girl dad.
to him, thereâs genuinely nothing better than coming home to his girls - getting greeted by little arms wrapping around his legs the moment he steps through the door
attends every single parent event without fail - if heâs not working, of course⌠might call in sick to not let his little one down
sits down and does homework with them, yet he ends up confused aswell and the hw does not end up being done, unless you intervene
you know the âbad cop and good copâ dynamic? heâs definitely the good cop - constantly letting the kid(s) off with pretty much anything and everything, claiming theyâre too little to understand
as a result, heâs definitely the favourite
L. KENNEDY
almost always thought of the white picket fence life - a dog, pretty wife, two kids and maybe a dog. yet always shoved that into the back of his mind and ignored it completely
but now that heâs met you he lets himself dream a little, until those dreams become a reality
if you two have kids then at the start, heâll be weary as fuck. constantly doubting himself, not knowing if heâll even know what the hell to do once said kid is in the world
but heâs a complete natural! to the point it pisses you off. the moment the kids handed to their dad, all the tears suddenly stop and theyâre all happy again - as if you havenât been trying to get them to stop crying for the past hour
and he doesnât even acknowledge it.
his kids are definitely pub (bar) kids. the two of you sat in a booth with friends having a drink and talking or whatever, and thereâs just little toddlers running around - coming back to the table every once in a while for some apple juice or whatnot
sits there and watches cartoons with the kid(s), started off as a one off and now he genuinely canât stop - when cartoon network starts playing the old cartoons later at night? you best believe heâs sat there watching them - screw bedtime. dexterâs laboratory is on
heâd be rather iffy about a big wedding. but if itâs what you want you best believe heâll do it for you
C. REDFIELD
definitely that dad that falls asleep with the kids on the couch whilst watching a match of something on the tv
goes to the parent teacher meetings and genuinely does not give a fuck. has the most DEADPAN look on his face ever, went once and never again
like i said before, definitely bring his âmilitary likeâ bsaa training home but makes it something fun, something the kids arenât afraid of at all
imagine bath time - chris shouting vigorous orders at them and the kid(s) just shouting back at him in response
âDO NOT OPEN YOUR EYES OR IT WILL STING, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?â
âOK!â
heâs away from home quite a bit but whenever he comes home and the lights are off, he always tucks their sleeping form in before tucking you in yourself, planting a small kiss on your forehead, what a sweetheart
marriage is a bit of a⌠weary concept for him. he wants to and loves you a lot, donât get me wrong. but what if someone finds out about you and takes advantage of that?
in the end, he manages to push those thoughts away and happily marries you
definitely gets the kid(s) into extracurricular sports/ activities and you best believe heâs at every match or training
usually rather soft and understanding with the kid(s), yet knows when to be firm and set his foot down - the perfect balance
#ŕłââˇ. olkaâs bs#this is more kids hc or smthing LMAOO#resident evil#resident evil 3#resident evil 5#chris redfield#chris redfield x reader#leon scott kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x reader#carlos oliveira x reader#carlos oliveira
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Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steveâs soulmate but maybe sheâs not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?
Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things youâve done
thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve
cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dressÂ
Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.
He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty âsoft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amusedâ but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin.Â
"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly.Â
You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before âyou have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had.Â
"Steve," he corrects.Â
"Do I⌠Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?"Â
"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more."Â
"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress."Â
"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?"Â
"It wasn't gross," you say softly.Â
"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring."Â
You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it."Â
"You're too mean to yourself," he says.Â
Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble.Â
It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches.Â
Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again.Â
"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches."Â
Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency.Â
"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?"Â
"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake."Â
"Did someone say that to you?"Â
"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look atâŚ" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say. Â
He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week.Â
You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists.Â
To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does.Â
"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?"Â
"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers.Â
"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock.Â
"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask.Â
"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?"Â
Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.
There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met.Â
"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile.Â
"We were meant to be togetherâŚ" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the week since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional."Â
"And you as mandatory?"
"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."
You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife.Â
"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages."Â
He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee. Â
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if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing
#prince!steve au#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington#steve harrington fic#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington drabble#stranger things x reader#stranger things fic#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things 4
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oh god oh fuck iâm having new fic ideas that i WILL NOT INDULGE because i have one single molecule of discipline that i am clinging to for dear life but:
Steve actually loves his parents. His dad especially. And everybodyâs all:
âWhat the fuck?â
âBut heâs never around.â
âI thought you were pissed at him for something?â
âYou called him an asshole all the time,â Nancy adds.
And Steve laughs, âWell, yeah. I mean, heâs totally an asshole, but what does that have to do with anything? You think Iâm supposed to talk about sports with all of you?â
âHey-!â
âNot you, Lucas. Whatever, my dadâs awesome, I love that guy.â
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anyway i just need steve to be on good terms with his family and actually have a bunch of family members because theyâre catholics. like, steve has a sister in college and a brother whoâs working already, and their branch of the family is considered small by the rest. like, eddie attends a reunion once and spends the whole time in a low-grade panic because why are there so many cousins? jesus christ
okay cool and then we know steve can get super high-strung and ridiculous when he gets stressed sooooo: future fic + bridezilla steve. heâd be such a nightmare. like, he was too frugal to hire a wedding coordinator so now heâs running around trying to team captain everybody at the rehearsal dinner and heâs got forty relatives crammed into the back room of a steak house, and everyoneâs talking over each other and he canât even think straight anymore
steve finally snapping in a super loud and bitchy tone, âokay, aunt mary, maybe lets trying speaking one at a TIMEâ and the whole room goes quiet lmfaooo
#steve harrington#steddie#idk what this is#having feelings having thots#having âexpose only child eddie munson and lifelong loner wayne munson to a harrington party of 38â#steddie hcs#steve harrington hc
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Spill the tea
Summary:where Jude is invested in girl drama
"Hello?"
"Hey girl, I've got hot tea for you"
"Yeah, spill it I'm listening"
I'm on a call with Ashley my Best friend who tells me everything, well we tell eachother everything, Ashley and I have been friends for the longest time, we grew up together and she was always there for me way before I even met Jude
"Ok so I just found out that Hannah is pregnant"
"What?"
"But the plot thickens, remember the boyfriend she said she was dating?"
"Yeah?"
"Well turns out he's not the father"
"If it's not him then whose the father?"
Jude walks into the house from training and he waves at me, I wave back at him
"It turns out that Hannah was having an Affair" Ashley says
"An Affair with who"
I see Jude turn his head towards me like my sentence has just peaked his interest and he walks to where I'm sat in the sofa and sits next to me watching me with interest
"The Gardner"
"The Gardner?"
Jude grabs my phone from my ear and puts the phone on speaker
"Whose having an affair with the Gardner?" He asks
"Hey Jude"
"Hey Ash, how are you?"
"I'm good, how are you"
"I'm good,so whose having an Affair with the Gardner"
"Hannah"
"But wasn't she with that other boyfriend of hers that she was bragging about?" Jude asks
"Yeah she was, I guess she was cheating on him"
"But, he was such a good guy"
"I know right"
"But there's more tea to be spilled"
"What Is it"
"Alice"
"I swear there's always something happening in Alice's life" I say
"Alice decided that it was a good idea to get surgery, and because she didn't have the budget for it, she went to a makeshift surgeon, and it did not come out proper, it just looks weird honestly"
"Do you have a picture?"Â I ask
"Yeah, hang on I'll send it just now"
Ash sends the picture and Jude and I look at it weirdly
"What has she done" he asks
"I'm speechless"
"I don't know whether to laugh or to cry" Jude says
"Why are her lips like that"
"Who ever did this to her needs to be arrested" Jude says
"Where is she now?" I ask
"At her house, she hasn't left eversince"
"Maybe we should check on her you know, see if she's doing fine" I say
"Yeah we should, we'll do it later"
"I'll make her something to try and make her feel better"
"Oh I just got am update on Hannah's situation"
"Turns out the Gardner is actually dating Haley, and he proposed to her"
"He proposed?" Jude asked
"So how are they going to work it out are they going to be one big polygamy Family"
"Even if the do that how is he going to afford to have a baby and have a wedding, knowing Haley she's definitely going to want a big extravagant wedding and she doesn't like sharing, so how is she going to share a husband with someone else?"
"What I don't get is how you're going to cheat on a person, then propose to the same person you cheated on, like do you know how much of a negative impact you have on a person"
"But Hannah is also in the wrong, she cheated on her boyfriend and went for Haley's then boyfriend and got pregnant by him, like that messed up, on top of that they are bestfriends" Jude says
"Ash you know I love you, but i could never be a sister wife with you, with anyone for a matter of fact"
"Don't worry, you're into footballers and I'm into NBA Stars totally different sport"
"Oh I forgot to tell you that Julia is moving" I say
"Julia is moving" They both ask
"Yeah she's moving back to France"
"Why?
"Something about being caught with the boss"
"She was caught with the boss"
"Well they weren't really keeping their affair a secret, they held hands in the office and they'd flirt in front of people, it was just a matter of time"
"But the boss?"
"Yup"
"Isn't she Lesbian?" Jude asks
"She's Lesbian?" I ask
"Isn't she in a relationship?" Ash asks
"She's in a relationship?" Jude and I ask at the same time
"That's crazy you know"
"It's insane actually"
"But hey you know what these aren't our lives and who are we to judge and Comment on other people's lives"
"True"
"So we'll meet in 2 hours to go and check on Alice?"
"Yeah, see you then"
I hang the phone up and look at Jude
"Let me go get ready I wanna see her myself"
"Jude when we get there please try to compose yourself until we get back home"
"Until we get back home?, I'll compose myself until we get into the car and drive off"
"Fine but if you can't keep your side if the bargain, I'll be very upset"
"Ok fine"
2 hours later
There's a knock
I walk to the door to reveal Ash
"Hey babe"
"Hey, you ready to go ?"
"Yup, just waiting for Jude"
"Ok, so what did you make Alice"
"Soup, cause you know I figured that she wouldn't be able to eat a lot of things that are solid"
"Yeah"
Jude walks down the stairs and greets Ash
Ash decides to ride in her own car on our way to Alice's house
When we arrive there I knock on the door and after a few seconds later the door opens revealing Alice
I turn to Jude and watch his eyes grow bigger, I then turn back to Alice
"Hey Alice we heard you weren't feeling well, so we thought we might check on you see how you're doing"
"Yeah, we heard what happened" Ash says
"Come in please"
"So how have you been" Jude asks
"Is it bad like really bad can you see I got my face done"
"No, it's not that bad, your lips just look more plumb" I say
I hear Jude clear his throat next to him
"I just can't stop looking in the mirror" she says crying
"Oh sweetie don't so that to yourself, I'm sure it will get better, don't bring yourself down like that" Ashley says
"Yeah Ashley is right I didn't even notice it until you brought it up" Jude says
"Really?"
"Yeah, he's right c'mon you must be hungry Y/n made soup for you I'll plate it up for you" Ash says taking the big bowl of soup from my hands and leading Alice to the Kitchen
"What are you doing" I ask him
"What, I thought we were telling her lies to make her feel better" he says
"Jude stop ok"
"But I haven't laughed ever since we got here, though it may be difficult not to I still haven't"
"Fine just stop with the side expressions and stuff"
"Oh c'mon you're going to stand there and pretend that all of this is not funny"
"Unlike you I know how to compose myself and keep my laughter in, and plus we're in her house how rude would it be if we just came in and laughed at her face"
He smiles a little almost like he's trying not to laugh
I sigh
"I give up on you"
We stay with Alice for 3 more hours until we announce that we have to go but Ash opts to stay with Alice until she's better and we promise to occasionally visit
As soon as we enter the car He laughs his ass off
"Let's not even talk about the lips did you see the eyebrows, she can't even lift her eyebrows"
"Wait until we get home"
"I'm not waiting until we get home I'm talking now"
"Jude"
"C'mon, it's not like she can hear me"
"Fine"
"Did you see the nose, it's like this" he says laughing and making the shape of her nose in the air
As much as I don't want to laugh at Alice Jude is not making it any easier not to so I just chuckle
"Her lips are like this, babe look" he says making his lips plump by squishing them together using his hands
I laugh at his comment and the rest if the way Jude and I are talking about Alice and all the things that could have forced her to do this to herself
The rest of the day is spent hanging out and Jude and i making dinner for ourselves then watching a movie then bed
As I'm changing into my Pajamas Jude speaks up
"Babe?"
"Yeah?"
"On a serious note though, l love you just the way you are"
I raise my eyebrow wondering where all of this came from
"Ok, why are you being weird"
"I'm not I'm just saying if you ever decide to get plastic surgery or a face lift, whatever it is, Just know that I love your body just the way it is and I don't want you to be pressured or feel like it's your obligation to make yourself look younger or have more curves or to look a certain way when you're with me"
"Aww, Jude Babe thank you so much, and to make you feel better and to put you at ease, I wasn't even thinking about getting anything on my body done so, you have nothing to worry about, in fact Alice's case just pushed me futher away from the idea"
He breathes a sigh of relief and walks over to me towers over me where he kisses my forehead
"I love you and your body"
"I love you too"
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Haikyuu men as fathers pt 3.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
Ft. Sakusa, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and Osamu.
The age range of the kids will differ for each character but itâs from babies up til like 17 or 18 (also sometimes I model the parenting off of the way my parents were w me n my little sibs lol)
CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, certain styles of parenting,
Enjoy lovelies <33
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
Sakusa Kiyoomi:
The panic on his face is pure gold. âBabe⌠Babe sheâs drooling on me!â You whip out your phone so fast. âSmile for the camera, Kiyo!â
Heâs pouting, but you donât really care. Not after you told him to grab her bib because she might drool. He insisted that âmy little girl wonât drool on me.â And now here he is panicking about it.
Itâs not that he minded her saliva⌠itâs that heâs in uniform because he wanted to hold Kokomi before heading to work.
Your nine month old daughter is clapping her hands at her dad. Youâre sure she finds this whole ordeal hilarious just like you do.
âStop recording me and get the bib. Itâs gonna get on my uniform.â He says with his eyebrows furrowed. âWhat happened to âoh she wonât drool on meâ I thought you didnât need the bib.â You mock your boyfriend of three years.
He frowns and sets Kokomi onto the floor. âGo crawl to mommy, yeah?â She immediately starts crying and you knew this would happen. Your baby is most definitely a daddyâs girl.
âKiyoomi, pick her back up. She wants her daddy.â He glares at your statement because youâre still mocking him. âThis is not funny.â He states. Just as you were about to make a comeback Kokomi took the both of you by surprise.
She was crying and crawling over to Kiyoomi, âDa- DAA!â Both your eyes widen at the realization thatâs sheâs saying âda da.â You open up your phone and press record. âKiyo! Make her say it again.â
âI canât just magically make her say it.â He says sarcastically and you roll your eyes. âThatâs not what I mean! Start walking away Iâm sure sheâll say it again.â Kiyoomi walks very slowly so she has time to catch up by crawling and sure enough she says it again, âDA DA.â
You stop the recording and clap your hands. âGood job, princess! That is da da!â Kiyoomi picks her up and wipes her tears with his hand.
âDonât cry little one, da daâs right here.â He assures her and she claps again.
And for the next couple of weeks all Kiyoomi heard was âda da.â
Sure you were bummed she didnât say âmamaâ first, but guess what? You arenât the one who has to go help her when Kiyoomiâs around because all your little princess wants is her âda daâ
Heâs so sensitive abt her, for example he cries on her first birthday because âsheâs growing so fastâ
He teases you for being jealous of your daughter, but you canât help it! Sheâs getting all his attention :( (he tends to you later <3)
He seems like the type of dad to sign his kid up for a bunch of sports/activities so he can try to find something for her to become good at
He has tea parties with her, she loves when you play the charming prince and kiyoomi plays the pretty princess đ
OMG whenever she has nightmares heâll follow her back to her room and sleep in her bed w her (you keep telling him heâs gonna break it lmfao)
Doesnât let her date for a LONGGGGG time
He spoils her absolutely rotten
He cried tears of joy when he saw his little girl walking down the aisle being the cutest little flower girl at your guysâ wedding
SUCH A SOFT DAD, sheâll ask for something and youâll give him that look so heâs like âN-no.â And she gives him those eyes and heâs like âbaby, how I can say no to those eyes?!â
Iwaizumi Hajime:
âHIGHER DADDY, HIGHER!â Your seven year old daughter screams as Iwaizumi launches her into the air and catches her.
âSato has to have his turn, pumpkin.â He sets his little girl down and comes over to you with grabby hands for his son.
âHeâs one Haji, that might scare him.â You reason. He takes him anyway and you shake your head.
He throws Sato up into the air, itâs not too high. He catches the chubby little baby and you wait for the crying. It never comes though, because you hear your little boy giggle.
âWhatâd I tell you, sweetheart?â His face is smug because he was right.
âDaddy lift me up too! Mommy says youâre very strong!â She too has grabby hands. âOh really?â He says smirking. The brunette lifts up his daughter so heâs holding both children in his arms.
Youâre staring, hard. You and Iwaizumi have created a beautiful little family thatâs bound to grow bigger at your surprise.
âTake a picture, Mommy. Itâll last longer.â His tone is laced with smugness. âYeah yeah.â You roll your eyes. Even though his statement was meant as a joke you pull out your phone and take a picture anyway.
As heâs about to set them down you stop him, âwait we gotta get one more with me in it!â You say walking over to them to take a selfie.
âWe donât want our other little one to feel left out, now do we?â It takes him a second to realize what you said. It was too funny not to document his response so you snap pics of his surprised face.
âYouâre pregnant?!â He says in shock. âYeah, thanks to somebody.â Your daughter is next to speak.
âItâs because of the baby fairy, right?!â She asks excitedly.
Iwaizumi laughs, âyeah, the baby fairy is bringing you another little sibling.â Iwaizumi explains with a big smile on his face. You want to flip him off but not in front of the kids.
Heâll take his little girl to the gym (and his son when he gets older) and use her to do his work outs (Sheâll be on his back while heâs doing push ups, âfive more, Daddy!â)
teaches his children the importance of health
i can see him empowering his daughter and telling her if someone hits her then she has permission to hit back
sometimes he misses his childrenâs events but heâll make up for it with something fun
He seems like the type to want a lot of kids (enough to have his own little volleyball team lmao)
Heâs always telling them to not be like their uncle oikawa
ALWAYS taking pics of the little cuties
Idk what it is abt him but Sato it his only boy, something abt him just makes me think heâd have almost all girls đ
Invested in a suv so he can drive the kiddos to school
such a fucking dad boss, he goes to all the parent teacher conferences, etc etc.
Iâm 1 mil percent sure he makes his kids wearing matching pjs and they love it at first but they hate it when they get older lmao
heâs the strict but nice dad (pretty chill until one of the kids fuck up or if he isnât a fan of something)
Not only does he get on his kids for eating junk food he nags you about it too
has all his kids stuffies namesâ memorized âdaddy! Popcorn has a boo boo!â
heâs big on family outdoor trips (you suggested glamping and he told you thatâs such an oikawa idea and your fam is gonna do camping the right way)
Hesitant on letting his kids use technology, he didnât want them to become fully dependent on tech (they arenât đŤśđž)
Kageyama Tobio:
âThatâs my boy. When youâre setting you donât want to slap the ball up with your palm, itâs more like slightly tapping it with your fingertips, uhhh does that make since?â Kageyama tries to explain to his twelve year old.
âI think I get it?â Kaito says in a questioning tone. Kageyama scratches his head. âI wonder when your mom will get home with the girls.â Kageyama thinks aloud.
Kaito shrugs and returns to practice setting the ball. Heâs done it a few times and Kageyama praises everyone of his sets, even if some of them are really crappy.
âDad, you donât need to praise the bad ones. It doesnât make me feel better. If you praise my trashy work then Iâll settle for being trashy.â Kaito explains to his father. Kageyama puts his hands on his hips, his face turns into a smirk.
âIf you want real practice donât get upset when I criticize every little thing. You know Iâm nit picky when it comes to volleyball.â With that he removes his hands from his hips. His steps were even and he asks his son for the ball.
âMom says youâre bitchy about volleyball. She says itâs gotten better though.â Kaito says, meaning little harm. He knew that would get Kageyama riled up.
âHuh? Youâre joking, right?!â Kageyamaâs squeezing the volleyball and Kaito is suppressing a laugh.
âWell she says thatâs what uncle shoyo says and she agrees with him.â Kageyama mumbles something about you and Hinata. Kaito is sure itâs something along the lines of, âIâll show them a true bitch.â
Kaito gets some good practice in, mainly because his dad is somewhat upset.
Youâre finally home with your twin daughters who are two. You find your husband and eldest in the backyard together playing volleyball.
âKaito, youâll be as good as your dad one day!â You praise seeing the results of Kageyamaâs practice with him.
âWhatâs this talk about me being bitchy when playing volleyball?â Kageyama confronts and your eyes immediately land on your son.
âKaito! You cannot keep a secret for the life of you, huh?â You say with a chuckle.
âI get it from you, Mom.â He says seriously.
âBabe, itâs nothin serious. Just a small observation of Shoyo. Itâs not supposed to be in a mean way.â You try to coax him. He isnât having it though.
He starts fussing so you tell Kaito to get his sisters and take them to go play with toys.
As soon as theyâre out of sight you walk up to your husband and give him a warm, loving kiss.
âTobio, you are not taking this to heart right now,â a small chuckle leaves your lips. âAs your wife I make comments about you all the time cuz you know as well as I do that I mean it in a loving way. Iâm still not over you calling me a swelling balloon when I was pregnant!â You rant, the ending part of your rant earns a snort from your husband.
âYouâre my swelling balloon.â For some reason that almost sounded sexy but you arenât going to let it slide. You give him a playful punch.
âCan you guys quit being saps?â Kaito yells from the door.
âItâs your night to help potty train.â You say with a wink and Kageyama groans.
If he sees his child showing any interest in volleyball heâll do his best to make his kid a next gen star
he despises that you make the family match for holidays and you send the photos out to family
He lets his kids run around butt naked when theyâre little (until you scold him)
he wouldnât see the problem in letting the twins have ice cream for breakfast
he learned how to do hair so he can braid his little girlsâ hair đĽş
he and his son argue abt the dumbest things (got that Kageyama and hinata energy)
Also the competitive dad who wants his kids to be better than everyone elseâs kids
he will literally bully any little kid to the point where they cry if they mess w his kids
I donât think heâd freak out when his daughters start their period heâs just like âokay. I think ur mom has pads somewhere đ§đťâ
Miya Osamu:
âPa! Come quick!â 6 and a half year old Haruki yells from the bathroom. When Osamu hears him he comes running up the stairs and into the bathroom.
âThe heck ya doing in here? Yer maâs gonna tear ya a new one!â Osamu examines the mess his son has made with finger paint. âI was trying something, Pa. Then my tooth came out cuz I was wigglinâ it!â
It isnât until his son says that sentence that he notices thereâs a small empty space in his mouth where his little tooth should be. âHuh? This yer first tooth?â Osamu asks.
âPa, I been talking about this darn tooth for weeks!â His son responds with sass.
âwell âcuse me for forgettinâ little man.â Osamu says with a roll of his eyes. This boy has got your attitude big time.
âYou stay right here, ima go get ya some warm salt water. Donât ya move.â Osamu warns as he goes to fetch some water for his son.
âSo I canât even breathe?â He asks sarcastically.
âQuit beinâ a lil smart aleck.â Osamu demands with a little bit more strictness in his tone. Heâs usually pretty laid back with his son but sometimes Haruki hears the way his Uncle âTsumu talks to his dad and he thinks he can talk that way.
Osamu runs down the stairs to the kitchen and scrambles around for a cup. He finds the salt and sprinkles some in. He puts the cup in the microwave for about a minute and it feels like the longest minute of his life.
âHurry, Pa! The bloodâs gettinâ everywhere!â Haruki yells out of worry.
Osamu retrieves the cup from the microwave and stampedes up the stairs to the bathroom.
âHere, swish it. All of it.â He commands.
âPa I donât wanna swish all this salt water it wonât taste good.â He explains to his pa.
âDo ya want the blood to go away or nah?â Osamu asks and Haruki shakes his head yes.
Your mini me began to swish the water as Osamu cleaned up the bathroom.
âYer lucky I saved ya. Shoulda told yer ma âbout the mess you made.â Osamu snorts.
âDo ya think my baby sister will look like you or ma?â Haruki asks instead of thanking his father for cleaning his mess.
âI reckon sheâll get my beautiful eyes that drew yer ma to me n my thick brows.â Osamu says proudly puffing his chest.
ââs not the only thing ma calls thick.â Haruki mutters which makes Osamu look down to him.
âWhaddya mean?â He asks his eyebrows scrunching up.
âShe always talks to Uncle Rin âbout how thick ur butt is but she says it with two câs at the end instead of T-H-I-C-K. What does the one with two câs mean, Pa?â Haruki asks out of pure curiosity.
Osamuâs face goes red and he covers his face.
âIt donât mean nothinâ at all son. Donât listen to what yer ma says thatâs just her talking crazy.â Your husband explains.
âSo when she tells me to go to bed-â Osamu cuts him off.
âI outta pop you for how smart yer acting.â Osamu says firmly.
âSorry Pa, Iâll stop.â Haruki has a cheeky little smile on his face. He knows Osamu isnât going to do anything. You handle all the discipline.
Osamuâs phone buzzes loudly in his pocket and he takes it out to answer it.
Osamuâs face goes still and then his eyes about pop out his head. âSlow down honey one word atta time.â Haruki hears you yell over the phone.
âWeâre on our way right now.â Osamu says in quickly.
âLetâs go pack yer bag Haruki, yer staying with Uncle âTsumu.â Haruki doesnât move a muscle but then his dad gives him the look that says âdo not test me right nowâ
âIs Ma okay?â Haruki asks his dad slightly worried.
âAs okay as you can be goinâ into labor.â Osamu responds. For Harukiâ age heâs an advanced child but heâs picked up on the twins vulgar language and their accent. He knew what it meant when Osamu said you went into labor.
âMy sisterâs cominâ?!â He asks excitedly.
âMhm, now go pack yer bag. Ya need three shirts, three pairs of pants, some underwear and matching socks. Yer uncle will take ya to school. If I donât come get you within the next three days just ask yer uncle to wash yer clothes. Weâll most likely see ya tomorrow but yer gonna stay with yer uncle to yer maâs outta the hospital.â
Osamu explains all at once. âOkay Pa!â
letâs his kiddos get away with a lot more than they should
teaching them to cook was like his favorite thing to do
he lets you handle the punishments because Osamu is a soft dad
Whenever atsumu is over and you arenât around heâs swearing like a sailor to his brother and his kids pick up on it đ
100% a cuddler (Haruki acts like he hates it but he doesnât)
idc what yâall say but he takes his daughter shopping like prom coming up? Heâs there when sheâs trying on dresses
no phones at the table enforcer (believes in quality family time)
he was relieved to not have twins like his brother did đ
always teasing Haruki (for example he hates seeing u guys kiss so Osamu purposely kisses u in front of him just to upset him lmao)
the poor man tries his best w homework but geometry doesnât make any sense âwhy are there shapes in math ya only really need to know how to add, subtract, multiply, n divideâ
something just tells me he has a bird feeder and he enjoys drinking his coffee in the morning (little ones have hot chocolate) and watch the birds come and eat
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đCM Pride Challengeđłď¸ââ§ď¸
The following are prompts including LGBTQA+ PRIDE! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!Please check out the Rules below the Keep Reading.
This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!
General Prompts đłď¸âđ
Coming out is so much harder the second time
Describe Characterâs first kiss with the same gender
Describe Character(s) spending a day at a Pride parade
The team realizes that A&B were more than roommates
Penelope goes a little overboard on rainbow decorations at Charactersâ wedding
Character's marriage mutually comes to an end when they come out... now what?
Character comes out at the same time they announce their new relationship to the team
Character A fears itâs too late for them to live authentically, and B assures them thatâs not true
Character A gifts B something colored like their pride flag because âthe colors reminded me of youâ
Child realizes that not every kid has two moms/two dads and they have a lot of questions about it
Queer characters have a hard time deciding what their child should call them and come up with fun ideas
Character A goes to a LGBT bar with B as a wingperson (or maybe they want them, themselves?)
Anything else you can think of!
More prompts (transgender, assorted, dialogue) below!
Transgender Prompts đłď¸ââ§ď¸
Character A helps B get their first tailored dress/suit
Character A helps B shave and/or put on makeup
The couple is looking for gender neutral nicknames
Character A buys B specialty gender affirming lingerie
Character is casually referred to with an appropriately gendered nickname for the first time
Characters are renewing their vows and redoing their wedding photos following a coming out
Character A walks in on B wearing a new gender-affirming outfit and surprises them with an enthusiastic compliment
The team throws Character an impromptu first birthday party following their coming out (how did they get a banner so fast?!)
Character A buys B a gender affirming but stereotypical gift (sports jersey, neon pink purse, etc.) that they would otherwise hate (but find absolutely hilarious)
Specific Prompts đ
[Bisexual] Character gets irritated when people reduce their sexuality to their current partner
[Bisexual] Character A is in a M/F relationship with B and worries that their queer identity will become invisible dating them
[Asexual] Characters explore different forms of non-sexual intimacy
[Asexual] Characters are both asexual but too nervous to tell one another. They awkwardly attempt to have sex but end up laughing at how ridiculous they feel.
Dialogue Prompts đ
âAre they⌠flirting?â âBig time.â
âI got to fall in love with you twice.â
âTo be seen is to be loved." "I see you.â
âBe gay, do crimes.â âArenât you a cop?â
âThere is no heterosexual explanation for that.â
âLife is very different once you find your people.â
âCardinals and hydrangeas can change. Why not you?â
âYou're still the person I love. Nothing will change that.â
âWe both wear pants. Makes it easier to kick your ass.â
âItâs never felt like this before. I've never felt like this before.â
âI guess it makes sense now why it never worked out with my exes.â
Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at? ("She" by Dodie)
âYou can kiss a hundred boys in bars, shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling ... Well, good luck, babe. You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.â ("Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan)
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The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check.Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.
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What awaits you in January?
Attention! This reading is for entertainment purposes only. This tarot reading does not give a 100% guarantee that all the described situations will occur or being ultimate truth. You build your own life and destiny and only you know yourself best.
Paid readings
Pick a pile. Choose one or more pictures. Trust your intuition.
Pile 1: The first half of the month will be wonderful for you, in general you will have a good mood and no sudden mood swings, this month you will have a good opportunity to start something new, change something in your life, change of scenery. It is also very likely that you will receive an expensive gift from someone, you can get a bonus at work or you will improve your academic performance and you will pass all important tests for good grades, in general success will be waiting for you. Further, in the middle of the month you will be invited to some event, it may be a wedding or someoneâs birthday (maybe yours) or any other holiday. This event will be very good for you, you will get many positive emotions and pleasant memories, it will be a very fun event. At the end of the month you will feel a breakdown, maybe the whole month you will have a busy event and it will wear you out, you will get tired, so it will be very important at the end of the month to give yourself a rest and clear your head. You may also have unforeseen circumstances that you were not prepared for, so be careful!Â
Pile 2: At the beginning of the month you will be successful in career/studies, you can be promoted or transferred to a larger firm, in general there will be positive changes. As for study, you will learn a lot and try, because your work will pay off and you will have good grades. Also at the beginning of the month there will be the possibility to engage in self-development or something creative, maybe you will also teach and train someone, will be in the role of a mentor. At the beginning of the month you will also have good unexpected news! In the middle of the month you will continue to maintain your energy and productivity, there will be events that are not related to work or school: you may have many meetings with people, friends or you will receive invitations to the party, Take part in organizing activities and etc. You can also do dance or any other sport, any other active activity. The end of the month will be stable for you, but here it will be best to pay attention to your budget, you should start saving money to feel safe in unforeseen situations.Â
Pile 3: The beginning of the month will be busy, you will feel like a real workaholic, the days will be productive for you. It is important to keep in mind that success depends on you and how much you put in to achieve it. In addition, for you here will be a topical painstaking activity, requiring increased attention to detail. In the middle of the month you will be successful, you will come much closer to achieving your goals and plans, you can also go on a trip in mid-January or start traveling. In general, everything will be related to movement, maybe you buy a new transport or get a driverâs license. So the end of the month will be energetic for you and you will be in good spirits, maybe you will often go to parties, dates, meet people and spend time with them, or maybe you will try yourself as a host or participate, try acting, maybe take acting classes. Here in any case you will be in the center of attention, you will develop your charisma.Â
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This Week in BL - The Summer Games BLgin.
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Those Greeks did have that reputation for naked dudes rolling around together so I'm declaring it...
BL OLYMPICS!
I'll be passing out metals in various sporting events, as part of the weekly updates through mid August, just for funzies.
July 2024 Week 4
Ongoing Series - Thai
The Rebound (Weds Gaga) eps 9-10 of 12 - I guess mass murder is nothing next to having to raise funds for your basketball club. There were a lot of water sports in these eps (no not that kind). Iâm not complaining. The street BB playoffs were fun. Frank is GOOD. I didnât know he played. They arenât using doubles for this. Meanwhile, itâs a bummer this one canât be a poly romance.Â
Winner!
Gold in Handball
for that shower scene in ep 9 (also... ya know, DUNK TANKS)
Balls in hands of all types.
Briefly must chat about that intro/outro music. It's like Thai autotuned Stray Kids. Which means I kinda adore it.
Century of Love (Weds Gaga) eps 5-6 of 10 - I guess heâs had a long time to learn how to fight really really well. This is a fun show. It does occasionally feel like a bunch of gay boys playing dress up. I LIKE PâThird a lot. I hope he doesnât turn out to be an actual baddie. Iâm finding the music a little intrusive in these episodes. I love the deconstructed suits look, and the velvet blazer. Very 90s. The confessions scene was very cute. Itâs a good thing Vee is so easy-going, because the last few months of his life have been truly insane. And now heâs queen of the castle? Still working his convenience store job?
I honestly thought we'd just get kisses halfway through not a full on sex scene. But it was very sweet and tender. Appreciated, boys, thanks. However itâs never a good sign when the sex scene is it at the halfway point, it just means thereâs gonna be a lot of trauma to come.
(I gotta say every time Daou smiles he actually looks his age.)Â
This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - I like them now. I mean as a pair of characters. I wasnât really sold on the main couple until this episode, and now Iâm interested (yes I am shallow). The boy with the glasses is definitely sus. Iâm quite drunk, thus I have to say Sailub is the hottest thing on my screen right now. Metas's taste in interior design sucks. OK, that physical therapy session was sexy. I wasnât sold at first, but now I love this side couple too.
Argh. SailubPon kiss so well. Also COUNTER LIFT!!!!Â
Silver in Weightlifting
Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - Iâm the one who always says this stuff, but this pair might be the best at relationship heat. Let me try to explain. They are good at putting on screen the kind of NRE, want to bone, just really into each other physically and also connected and loving. Itâs the way their bodies always arch towards each other. Theyâre very comfortable in each otherâs space in a way thatâs really rare to see out of Any BL country but Taiwan. I think they might be my favorite couple currently active. I donât know how to put it except that
it looks like they want each other,
it looks like they like each other,
it looks like theyâre into each other,
and it looks like they GET each other.
Itâs nice to see on screen. The plots/stories/narratives that they're given arenât doing them any favors, but man theyâre a good pair. Meanwhile, was I screaming the whole time donât rip the sample of the custom piece? Yes I was. But it was still sexy.
Sam getting discovered was fun! Yo is gonna burn his arse good.
My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Okay! Officially boyfriends. I almost like the friendship btw Atom and Mudmee better than the romances. But they all so cute.Â
The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 4 of 12 - I hate the gf intern so much. I think she is past redemption now - time for death. What is it they say about ADs? they do all the work, for none of the credit but all of the blame.
Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 10 of 12 - I guess Peakâs dad really is that awful. Jane is the beard? Got it. The show got suddenly quite sweet and complex. Where did that come from? Meanwhile ,Almond + Latte + sex education is awesome. Great trope we rarely get in BL.Â
Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 - Look, what��s really annoying me is that I am neither upset nor pleased with the show. I like to be driven one way or the other by Meme. Trash watch here. (delayed this week, I can't face it)
I Saw You in My Dream (Weds Gaga) ep 1-2 of 12 - Out the gate I donât like it. I donât really like the teasing thing and the acting is poor. That said, neck kisses in the very first episode do make me happy. So Iâm gonna keep watching. As for ep 2, I like the sides, and we have gay brothers trope activated. I also like the paranormal element, it adds some much-needed tension, but it is still a little slow (typical of a pulp).
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - I like our poor lost puppy slowly figuring out whatâs going on. Itâs so elegantly done. Also, the the boy begs his quiet seme to SAY something, you know heâs gonna DO something instead.Â
I could have done wihtout the pan around the head kiss. We over that, 8 years ago.
Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Why donât I like this show? I had to think about it quite a bit. Itâs the power differential. I never enjoy it when the character with less power is the one doing the pursuing, it comes off as too desperate or something. In this case he is: from the country, poor, and younger, It just makes Takaraâs dismissive attitude and snobbery unpleasant to watch. Also, you know me, =/= obsessive stalker behavior.Â
It's airing but...
Bad Guy (Korea YT) - yeah, erm, no thank you.
4 Minutes (Thai Netflix/Grey) ep... - Great, a rich boy studying business at uni, suddenly gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future. I try to catch up next week.
I have a source, but I simply didnât have time to watch it. So sorry. Too much traveling too much BL to keep up with. A perfect conflation of conflicting priorities.
Meet You at the Blossom (China) - it's your funeral (or, more likely, one of the main characters'). You can argue but... statistics. You know my feelings on this matter. MY BLOG, remember?
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In case you missed it
The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer IS COMING IN SEPTEMBER!!!!
Next Week Looks Like This:
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
Coming Up Next!
7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return, and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: the premise? Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?
8/4 Sugar Dog Life (Japan Sun ????) 10 eps - OMG a uni student who looks too young and a... COP. GAH. The subversion and kink of it all. Please Gaga pick this one up? They made it for US.
8/7 Cosmetic Playlover (Japan Weds ????) 8 eps - office romance around the makeup counter featuring a younger seme and sex by blackmail. I am intrigued. DFTUJ (don't fuck this up, Japan).
8/8 Monster Next Door (Thai Thurs WeTV ) 12 eps - I am so DAMN excited to see Big finally lead a BL. I can't even with this, one of my most anticipated of this year. He's a great kisser ya'll, he's kissed a lot of boys as second lead. I can't WAIT.
8/12 First Note Of Love (Taiwan Mon Gaga) 12 eps - About a singer with stage fright and his timid fan stars Charles (H4 the puppy one) and Michael Chang (the youngster in My Tooth Your Love), plus side couple featuring a Thai actor Jame (Koh in Gen Y) and Liu Min Ting (of Guardian fame). What a damn tean. I can't wait. With thier powers combined!
8/16 The Last Time (Thai Fri YT) ? eps - Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something.
8/22 The Paradise of Thorns (Thai movie) theater release - Jeff Satur is back but this does not look like a BL (the gay lover's death is the inciting event). More in Goodbye Mother vein. Looks dark and dramatic. He opposite and extremely well known actor Toey Pongsakorn who has never done gay before.
Addicted Heroin (Thailand adaptation) is also supposed to release this month. GIVE IT TOO MEEEEEE. I don't care about anything else but August back on my screen. It's been almost a decade since he did BL.
THIS WEEKâS BEST MOMENTS
This week's adventures in caption "out of" and "off" are not the same thing. This is an uncomfortable thought.
I'm so tired I'm seeing double. This is all you get.
(Last week)
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Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.
Sports in Play (the jokes write themselves) )
Boxing
Breaking
(That's Not) Cricket
Diving (yes, for that)
Fencing (yes, with those)
Handball (exactly what it says, no, read the word.. again)
Rhythmic Gymnastics (obvs)
Squash (snicker)
Surfing
Swimming
Trampoline
Weightlifting
Wrestling
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thinking about hollywood! clegan au đ¤
John Egan is a beloved actor who had his big break 5ish years ago and been doing a steady stream of hit movies ever since, 2-3 a year over all genres
Hollywoodâs heartthrob but also a versatile actor whoâs amazing at talk shows, considered very cool but also your grandmaâs favorite celebrity
Has always been very private about his life outside of the films, always manages to make a joke out of everything when heâs (often) asked about his personal life, just wants to talk about his dog and whichever project heâs promoting
Heâs been connected to a bunch of singers and actors (he loves a good party and isnât aftaid of physical contact so heâs shipped with pretty much everyone he meets)
The absolute SHOCK that goes through entertainment world when he shows up to a premiere with a beautiful man on his arm
There are some speculations about this being another goof to get everyone confused but the picture of John looking at the man and rounding his arms around the his waist at any given moment on the red carpet go viral in relationship pages (theyâre used in the type of pics âif your man doesnât look at you like thisâŚâ)
Internet detectives quickly discover the manâs Gale Cleven, a publicist at the firm that represents Egan (not his publicist tho they keep work separate from their relationship)
Heâs considered one of the best in the industry but hates spotlight and has stayed away from the media completely so far
However⌠After dating for 5 years John popped the question and Gale said yes, and as a part of their deal with how to deal with all of that Gale allows Johnâs long-awaited dream of being able to scream his love from the rooftops
He wasnât kidding either, every single social media post after that is about how much he loves his fiancĂŠ, and the wedding plans are pretty much all he wants to talk about in interviews as well (aside from their dog, of course)
The negative side of it is that the internet also starts to thirst after Johnâs man and it becomes a new widely shared joke, like everytime John goes to talk shows after that the questions are all centered around âHey, is your fiancĂŠ single?â
John is a good sport about it but in private he takes any excuse to mark Gale as his, weather it was a seemingly carelessly placed hand on him any chance he gets or a hickey just visible over his collar and esp when they have sex John never shuts up anyway but now heâs particularly keen on reminding Gale he belongs to him
Gale doesnât care about the public attention one bit but he loves how happy John is about showing him off, and every time heâs nervous when theyâre photographed together John makes sure to make him laugh and relax even on red carpets when everyone is trying to get their attention
The one time they give an interview together the internet goes nuts because Gale is so shy but so sweet and John laughs at everything he says and the two of them are just so clearly smitten with each other people canât help but root for them
Itâs also clear form the interview that while Gale hasnât been at previous premiers or public outings heâs Johnâs workâs biggest fan/supporter, Johnâs telling some story about how they managed to keep their relationship secret while also living an active life like âOh and while I was doing promo for this project Gale lived in London with meâ and Buckâs always very nonchalantly like âNo actually it was for this project dearâ because heâs more aware of Johnâs work than he is and John will always tease him like âoh youâre right thank you baby youâre so smartâ and Gale would fail to hide his smile behind his hand
(additionals: johnâs insta â galeâs insta â how they met â media/friends instas â how they first said i love yous â domestic hcs â gale//red carpet look â troubles with media/fans â jealous bucky â pda video leaks â candid pics â discussions about going public+proposal â going viral during award season â buckâs reactionâs to bucky doing sex scenes â stalker attack â reunion â sickfic â stalker attack cont. â photoshoot â divorce rumors â fanfiction â short n sweet)
#so many wipsâŚâŚâŚ will i ever actually manage to write one who knows#buck x bucky#clegan#mota#masters of the air#gale cleven#john egan#buck#bucky#writing#hollywood au
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If requests are still open I have one... Graves is having sex with his wife, and Price is watching them and he touch himself đ And his wife notice that Price is there but she can't say it to Graves because he makes her moan so much with his dick buried into her.
Are you TRYING TO KILL ME??? BECAUSE THANK YOU?? FAWK. đ
Includes: wall s~mut (minors DNI!), soft (& slighly mean)!graves, mentions of nude polaroids, voyeurism & exhibitionism, licking, fingering, unprotected sex (p in v)
COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! đ
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Being invited for dinner by the Phillip Graves was not on their bingo card.
Not that they didnât like him, he was a good sport, almost like a brother, as evidenced by the good-humoured banter he has with them, especially with Johnny or Alejandro. But if he didnât always go âcanât wait to see mâwife after this shit endsâ every time they work together, then they wouldâve assumed he was a casual hookup kind of guy.
So to be proven wrong when he took a polaroid of youâyou hugging Kai, who was sulking at the doorway as it rainedâout of his pocket, along with the silicone wedding band around his finger, well, it was safe to say they were pretty surprised.Â
The SFW polaroid, of course, not the other ones.
Those were for his eyes only.
The invitees included the 141, then Laswell, along with Alejandro and Rudy, who were in town for work. God bless Graves for being ahead of them with the accommodations, not far from his house.
And as their day offs rolled around, you, on the other hand, got to work.
As usual, you did an amazing job with the food, from the proteins that heâll help you cook once the party starts, down to the endless amounts of sides to choose fromâthe kinds that were both filling and bursting with flavour, an instant approval from the Southern blood in him. Somewhat enough to ease your worries about your hard work not being enough.
Meeting you had them wondering how a man like Graves managed to put a ring on a sweetheart like you. But the heart eyes they would catch in his eyes every time you were close by told them everything they needed to know about just how much he cares about you.
Of course, none of you could ever forget Kai, already rushing over to you at the front door when he thought he was going to go for a walk, only to perk up even more at the sight of more people.
More people meant more pets!
But back to the two of you; seeing you work together, balancing, with Gravesâ more outgoing personality and you being soft-spoken yet perceptive, especially with his friendsâ plates, it was all so⌠homey. No worries, no strategies, just smiles and laughs and gossip.Â
After dinner, just as Graves expected, the team was astounded by your backyard patioâthe perks of being married to a florist. The comfortable outdoor sofa and the small yet charming garden arrangement; everything well taken care of, plus the string lights added to the comfortable aesthetic feel, especially by nightfall.Â
It took little effort to keep the conversation rolling, in addition to the snacks you had prepared with the beers.Â
âIâll be right back.â You whispered before kissing his cheek hastily, much to his amusement. You took your leave, only to scurry away at the door when he winked at you, uncaring at the thought of his friends catching his displays of affection.
But seeing his girl getting along with his friends so well? Her warm smile? Her cute little attempt to hide her laugh behind her hand? Putting her heart and soul into her cooking and her hospitality in general, despite your bashfulness?
Well, it was only fair to say thank you.
Graves-style.
Not even ten minutes after you entered the house, he stood up.
âIâm gonna check on the missus for a bit,â He waved his hand at them without looking as he headed to the sliding door, âYou guys hang âround.â
And then, Price felt the need to stand on his feet, but not before scratching behind Kaiâs ears one last time before the pooch moved to Gaz for more pets.
Price excused himself, saying he needed to splash his face a bit. Heâs not drunk, far from it, but it has been a while since heâs had a relaxing time like this. And like the rest of the crew, he was not willing to miss out on the coziness of your home.
But the surprises never stopped when he heard a squeak, your voice unmistakable, just before he could turn the corner, where the kitchen, then the guest bathroom were.Â
He didnât dare to take a look at first.
âPhil!â He heard you yelp, followed by a drawn-out moan that you were trying to suppress in your husbandâs shoulder.Â
But fuck, your voice was so tantalizing.
Price held his fist against his mouth with his eyes closed, unsure if he was trying to drown out the sounds or put more focus on it. Then, his ears perked up at the squelching in between the fast-paced pistoning of Gravesâ fingers in and out of your pussy.
The captainâs morality began to chip away, going just as insane as his friend when he chuckled evilly in your ear.
âGettinâ a lilâ shy, pretty girl?â He didnât make it any easier for you when he licked a large stripe up your throat, âSâalright, theyâre just enjoyinâ themselves back there. âS just you and me.âÂ
You were already whining, albeit muffled as you bit your bottom lip as he held you up against the wall. With the way he was slapping your entrance, watching you with a knowing smirk, you knew he wasnât going to hold back.
And as embarrassing as it was for Price to admit, he was thankful for it. Pumping his cock in his hand, following the same rhythm as the wet slaps of your hips. Your moans were just as hypnotic, short gasps and mewls every time Graves thrust back into you deeply. His tongue licked up the thin perspiration gathering on your exposed skin.Â
Price was precise with his peeking, only doing so whenever he heard your muffled voiceâwhen he was certain you were resting your head against his shoulder or even kissing him.
Those pretty lips.
But in the midst of his pleasure, he wasnât careful enough, cursing under his breath while holding his firm grip on the tip of his cock when he heard you gasp, no doubt catching sight of him when he hid back behind the wall.
And yet, his feet were too heavy to move. Glued in his spot.
Praying to see more of you. Hear more of you.
Literally anything more.
âPâPhil,â Your nails massaged across your husbandâs scalp, a silent plea for him to listen.
But you were too cockdrunk to even think about stopping him, let alone attempt to say a single word.
âHm?â He hummed against the crook of your neck nonchalantly, slowing down his pace, but bottoming out just as deep to hear to whine, âWant me tâstop, baby?â
No. No no no.Â
He couldnât hear you, not with your incoherent babbling, but if you thought he didnât understand what you were trying to say, oh, you couldnât be any more wrong.
He wasnât blind to the lingering looks some of the men gave you, not especially the captainâs. And though he had always known Price as âold-fashionedâ with his manners, heâd be stupid enough to think his courteousness with you didnât mean anything more.Â
But who could blame him? You were one in a million.
And when he, too, caught sight of the familiar figure before it hid behind the wall, he knew his suspicions were correct.Â
And unless you told him to stop, to use your safeword, he wouldnât even dream about pulling out. Not until he gets to feel it clench and quiver against him. To see your cum, both yours and his, dripping, even after heâs pulled your panties back up.
âI asked you a question, sweetheart,â He held your chin, a mix between a coo and a sneer. He snapped his hips once again, drawing a sputter out of you, âDo you want me tâstop?â
His smirk grew when your eyes darted sideways, knowing Price was still there, watching you being unravelled and ruined, then humming in delight when you finally answered.
âNo.â
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Title: Lost and Found in Monaco
Note: Helloo guysss, I can't believe it's been so long and so much has happened!! I started working, met new people and now we are good friends. I hope everyone is well and i you all are having a great summer! And OH MY GOD? 125 FOLLOWERS?? THANK YOU SO MUCH!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Sebastian vettel x fem!reader
Warnings: none?
Summary: let's just say one word "Soulmate's"
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Part one: The Soulmate's Myth
Sebastian Vettel had always known the stories. Everyone did. From the moment a child could comprehend language, they were told tales of the soulmatesâa person born just for you, a perfect match that would make your heart sing. For most people, it happened quickly. A touch, a glance, sometimes even a name heard in passing, and you just *knew*. Youâd feel the warmth in your chest, the invisible string tying you to someone else. It was as real and undeniable as gravity.
But for Sebastian, that connection had never come.
He was surrounded by stories of love and fate. He had watched with quiet envy as friends and family found their other halves. He heard about the rush of meeting your soulmate, the sudden certainty that you had found the one person who completed you in every way. But Sebastian, despite all his accomplishments and fame in Formula 1, despite being adored by fans around the world, was left with a growing emptiness.
As the years passed, Sebastian became increasingly convinced that something was wrong with him. Was he broken? Defective? He masked his worries with the thrill of racing, the roar of engines drowning out the silent fears that plagued him. But when the race was over, and the adrenaline faded, he was left with the cold, stark truth: he was alone.
The rumors started, whispers among the media and even within the paddock. "Why hasnât Vettel found his soulmate?" they asked. Was it possible that one of the sport's brightest stars was meant to shine alone? Sebastian did his best to ignore the speculation, but it gnawed at him, deepening the void.
And then, there was you.
Part two: A Shared Loneliness
You were not so different from Sebastian. Born into a world where everyone had a destined partner, you had grown up with the same stories, the same hopes. But, like Sebastian, you had never felt that fateful connection. The years went by, and with each passing birthday, your hope dimmed.
It wasn't that you were unhappy; you had a good life, a solid career, friends who loved you. But there was a piece missing, a shadow that followed you no matter how bright the day. You were certain that you would never find your soulmate, that you would forever be the one left behind.
People tried to comfort you, to tell you that perhaps your soulmate was still out there, waiting to be found. But you had stopped believing in those words long ago. You went through the motions, attending weddings, celebrating friends' and siblings' soulmate connections, but inside, you were numb.
The idea of soulmates had once filled you with hope, but now it was a burden, a cruel joke that life had played on you. And so, you threw yourself into your work, into your passions, trying to fill the void with anything that could distract you from the painful truth.
It was your love of racing that brought you to Monaco that fateful weekend. As a lifelong fan of Formula 1, you had always dreamed of attending the Monaco Grand Prix, the crown jewel of the racing calendar. The glittering harbor, the streets transformed into a high-speed circuit, the worldâs best drivers navigating the treacherous cornersâit was everything you had imagined.
You were there to enjoy the race, to lose yourself in the speed and the spectacle. You had no idea that your life was about to change forever.
Part three: The Collision
Monaco was buzzing with excitement as the race weekend began. The narrow streets were packed with spectators, the air filled with the sounds of engines revving and fans cheering. You wandered through the paddock, trying to soak it all in, feeling a rare sense of peace as you lost yourself in the world of racing.
Sebastian, on the other hand, was in a foul mood. The track had always been one of his favorites, but this year, it felt different. The usual thrill was overshadowed by a persistent sense of unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something, something important. It gnawed at him, making him restless and irritable.
He was walking through the paddock, his mind elsewhere, when it happened. You were turning the corner, your attention caught by a display of racing memorabilia, when you collided with somethingâno, someoneâsolid. The impact sent you stumbling, your heart racing from the sudden jolt.
Sebastian barely registered the collision until he looked down and saw you. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. You were just a stranger, someone he had never seen before, and yetâŚ
You felt it too. That strange, inexplicable pull, like a magnetic force drawing you closer to him. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up into his eyes, eyes that seemed to hold the same shock, the same recognition that you were feeling.
Sebastian blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden rush of emotions. This wasnât how it was supposed to happen, was it? He had always imagined that meeting his soulmateâif it ever happenedâwould be a grand, cinematic moment. But this? This was something else entirely. It was messy and confusing and utterly real.
You didnât say anything, neither did he. Words felt unnecessary, even impossible in that moment. But as you stood there, staring at each other, the crowd and noise of the paddock faded into the background. There was only you and him, and the undeniable connection that sparked between you.
Sebastian was the first to speak, his voice a low, uncertain murmur. âIâm sorry⌠are you okay?â
You nodded, still trying to process what was happening. âYeah, Iâm fine. Just⌠surprised, I guess.â
He chuckled, a soft, almost nervous sound. âSurprised would be an understatement.â
There was a pause, a beat of silence that felt loaded with meaning. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the same questions swirling in your own thoughts. Could it be? Was this really happening?
Finally, Sebastian took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. âI donât know if this is crazy, but⌠do you want to get out of here? Maybe grab a coffee or something? I think we need to talk.â
You felt a smile tug at the corners of your lips. âI think youâre right.â
Part four: Discovering the Truth
The cafĂŠ was tucked away in a quiet corner of Monaco, far from the noise and chaos of the race weekend. It was the perfect place to talk, to try and make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that had taken you both by surprise.
You sat across from each other, two strangers bound by a connection you couldnât explain. The initial awkwardness gave way to a tentative conversation, each of you sharing your stories, your fears, your doubts. It was surreal, how easy it was to open up to him, how natural it felt to be with him.
Sebastian listened intently as you told him about your life, your struggle to come to terms with the idea that you might never find your soulmate. It was a struggle he knew all too well, and as he shared his own experiences, you realized just how similar your journeys had been.
âSo,â you said, stirring your coffee absently, âdo you think this is it? That weâre⌠soulmates?â
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. âI donât know. Everything Iâve been told about soulmates makes this seem⌠different. But maybe thatâs the point. Maybe weâre not meant to fit into the same mold as everyone else.â
You nodded, understanding what he meant. This connection, whatever it was, didnât feel like the stories you had heard growing up. It was more complex, more real. It wasnât about instant love or perfection. It was about finding someone who understood you, who shared your fears and your hopes.
As the conversation continued, you felt the walls you had built around yourself start to crumble. With Sebastian, there was no need to pretend, no need to hide your loneliness or your doubts. He saw you, truly saw you, in a way that no one else ever had.
And slowly, the fear that had been with you for so long began to fade, replaced by something new. It wasnât the all-consuming, fairy-tale love that you had been led to expect. It was something quieter, something deeperâa connection built on shared experiences, on understanding and empathy.
By the time you left the cafĂŠ, the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the streets of Monaco. As you walked side by side, you felt a sense of peace that had eluded you for years. You didnât know what the future held, but for the first time, you were okay with that.
Sebastian glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips. âSo⌠where do we go from here?â
You returned his smile, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. âWherever we want, I guess. Together?â
He nodded, a look of quiet determination in his eyes. âTogether.â
And with that, the two of you walked into the night, leaving behind the fears and doubts that had haunted you for so long. You didnât have all the answers, but you had each other, and for now, that was enough.
**Bonus Chapter: Future Dreams**
A few years had passed since that magical time in Switzerland, and your life with Sebastian had become everything youâd ever hoped for. The two of you had settled into a rhythm that was both exciting and comforting, filled with laughter, love, and a sense of contentment that youâd never known before.
But recently, you had felt something shift inside you, a new longing that had taken root in your heart. It started out small, just a fleeting thought here and there, but it had grown stronger with each passing day.
The catalyst had been a simple momentâwatching Sebastian interact with children at a charity event. He had always been good with kids, but that day, as you stood on the sidelines and watched him crouch down to talk to a little boy who couldnât have been older than five, something inside you clicked. The way he smiled at the child, the gentle tone of his voice, the easy laughter they sharedâit made your heart swell with love for him in a way that was almost overwhelming.
You could picture it so clearly: Sebastian as a father, his strong, gentle hands cradling a tiny baby, his eyes filled with the same warmth and love that he always showed you. The image was so vivid, so real, that it took your breath away.
From that moment on, you couldnât stop thinking about it. The idea of having children with Sebastian, of starting a family together, consumed your thoughts. You imagined what it would be like to hold your own child in your arms, to see Sebastianâs smile reflected in their eyes, to build a future that included more than just the two of you.
Sebastian, ever intuitive, noticed the change in you almost immediately. He saw the way your gaze lingered on families when you were out together, the way your hand would rest on your stomach as if imagining what it would be like to carry a child. He didnât say anything at first, wanting to give you space to sort through your feelings, but he was more attuned to you than ever.
One evening, after a particularly heartwarming day spent with friends and their children, Sebastian gently broached the subject as the two of you were getting ready for bed. You were brushing your hair in front of the mirror when you caught his reflection behind you, his eyes soft as he watched you.
âHey,â he said quietly, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. âCan we talk about something?â
You set down the brush, meeting his gaze in the mirror. âOf course. Whatâs on your mind?â
He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. âIâve noticed youâve been different lately⌠thinking about something. I think I know what it is, but I want to hear it from you.â
You turned in his arms to face him, your heart pounding. âIâve been thinking about us, about our future,â you admitted, your voice soft but steady. âAbout⌠starting a family.â
Sebastianâs eyes lit up with understanding, and he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks. âYouâve been thinking about having kids,â he said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact.
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. âI have. I canât stop thinking about it, actually. Seeing you with children, the way you are with them⌠it makes me want that for us. I want to give you that, Seb. I want to have a family with you.â
His expression softened even more, a look of pure love and adoration filling his eyes. âIâve been thinking about it too,â he confessed, his voice tender. âIâve been waiting for the right time to bring it up, but I wanted to make sure you were ready.â
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached up to hold his hands, squeezing them gently. âIâm ready, Sebastian. More than anything, I want to build a life with you that includes children, a family.â
He leaned in and kissed you, slow and deep, as if sealing the promise you had just made to each other. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled, that soft, heart-melting smile that had made you fall in love with him all over again.
âThen letâs do it,â he whispered. âLetâs make a family together.â
That night, after your heartfelt conversation, you found yourselves wrapped up in each other, a sense of unity stronger than ever before. As you lay together in the quiet of your bedroom, Sebastian's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, his touch both soothing and electrifying.
But there was something more in the air tonightâa different kind of intensity. The love between you had always been passionate, but this felt deeper, more purposeful, as if the shared dream of creating a family had added a new layer to your bond.
You turned to face him, your heart full as you looked into his eyes. "Sebastian," you whispered, your voice a little shaky from the emotions swirling inside you, "I want to start now. I donât want to wait any longer."
His eyes darkened with understanding, and without a word, he pulled you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. The kiss quickly deepened, fueled by the desire that had been simmering between you all evening.
Sebastian rolled over, pinning you beneath him with a gentle but firm hold, his gaze locking onto yours. âAre you sure?â he murmured, his voice husky and filled with a raw emotion that sent shivers down your spine.
You nodded, your hands moving to slide under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. âMore sure than Iâve ever been,â you replied, your voice breathless with anticipation.
That was all he needed to hear. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that matched your own, his hands moving to explore your body with an urgency that made your pulse quicken. The world outside your little cocoon seemed to disappear as you lost yourselves in each other, every touch, every caress charged with the knowledge that you were creating something new, something beautiful together.
Clothes were shed quickly, almost frantically, as the desire between you became a tidal wave that you couldnât hold back. Sebastianâs hands were everywhere, exploring, caressing, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The way he looked at you, with such reverence and need, made your heart swell with love for him.
When he finally settled above you, his body pressed against yours, the intensity of the moment hit you both. There was a brief pause, a shared breath as you both realized what this meantâthis wasnât just another night together, it was the beginning of a new chapter, the start of a journey you were both eager to embark on.
With a whispered âI love you,â Sebastian moved, and the two of you became one, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The passion between you was overwhelming, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love sending you spiraling higher. It was as if you could feel the future being written in that moment, your hearts beating in time as you both gave yourselves fully to each other.
As the intensity built, your hands gripped onto Sebastianâs shoulders, your body arching into his as you both reached the edge. And when you finally tipped over into bliss, it was like nothing you had ever felt beforeâdeeper, more profound, a connection that went beyond the physical and into something almost spiritual.
You cried out his name, your voice filled with love and wonder, and Sebastian followed soon after, his own voice breaking as he whispered your name in return. The two of you held each other tightly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, your bodies trembling with the force of it, your hearts full to bursting.
When the world slowly came back into focus, you found yourselves still wrapped up in each other, your breathing heavy, your skin damp with sweat. But there was a sense of peace that settled over you, a deep, abiding contentment that came from knowing you were on this journey together.
Sebastian brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes soft and full of love as he looked at you. âYouâre going to be an amazing mother,â he whispered, his voice filled with certainty.
Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, and you smiled, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. âAnd youâre going to be the best father,â you replied, your voice thick with emotion.
He kissed you softly, and then pulled you into his arms, holding you close as you both basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, and it soothed you, lulling you into a state of blissful contentment.
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tashi duncan, my poor villainized girl i love you sođđđ everyone wants to write patrick n art WHERE ARE THE TASHI STANS⌠so i present to you, tashi duncan as your gf, wife, and a small nsfw bit because im in love with her
Tashi Duncan as your Wife
- when you meet tashi, youâre smitten immediately
- shes charismatic, sheâs beautiful, she has kind eyes, and an ambitious personality
- talking to her makes you feel on top of the world
- you start out as friends, and while you have feelings for her, you donât want to be the asshole who befriended her just to fuck
- youâre content listening to her rants about her games, the latest sponsorship deal that has her face slapped on it, and any other tidbits she has to share
- you two are chilling at her dorm one day, cuddled up in bed like always
- you want her and itâs obvious but out of respect, you stay in the same position as always and donât dare mess up your friendship with your feelings
- she turns to you with a serious look on her face and you worry, this is when sheâll tell you that sheâs sick of your obvious feelings
- instead, she looks strangely vulnerable
- she asks you if youâre only here because of her status
- youâre confused and she immediately tells you that nearly all of the people she hangs out with are only there because sheâs good at tennis
- before you could even tell her how wrong she is, she backtracks and says nevermind
- you reassure her that tennis could disappear tomorrow and youâd still be at her side forever
- youâre not a tennis player and you couldnât really care less about the sport, youâre only there for tashi
- when the injury happens, you stay true to your word
- the first few months of recovery are hard but you two are glued at the hip
- you play with her sometimes and you know it makes her feel better because she beats you every time
- makes her feel like sheâs not a loser just because she canât play professionally anymore
- you start dating soon after, it only felt right
- an amazing girlfriend
- very direct and if she has a problem with the way things are going or your behavior, sheâll set it straight immediately
- sheâs not trying to lose you so sheâll ground her teeth through uncomfortable conversations if it means youâre stronger together at the end of it
- enjoys romantic gestures, both receiving it and giving it
- staunch believer of the tashi duncan words of affirmation agenda
- absolute queen with her words, she makes you feel like the most loved person on planet earth
- she proposes to you the very night you planned to propose to her
- you exchange rings and immediately plan a small wedding
- having an intimate wedding is the best thing in the world for her
- spending the day surrounded by the people who truly love her and not what she can do for them
- values privacy and despite how famous she still is, sheâll never put you in the public eye unless youâre 100% down
- excited to announce that she got married to you, sheâs so very cute
NSFW
- praise QUEEN
- you do anything n sheâs praising you for it
- likes to be dominant but if you really work for it, sheâll let you take over
- your arguments are very rare but on days where youâre both being really petty, yall just fuck it out
- youâre too exhausted at the end of it to even remember why you were arguing
- founder of munch nation
- she just likes making you feel good
- complete tease when sheâs feeling particularly dominant
- makes you work for it and if you work enough, youâll be rewarded real good
- aftercare with her consists of a very good shower where she washes your hair, puts good smelling lotion on you, and cuddles you to oblivion
- after you guys change the sheets ofc, sheâs not sleeping in that mess
- isnât really into quickies, she prefers taking her time with you
#challengers#challengers headcanon#challengers fic#challengers imagine#tashi duncan#tashi duncan x reader#tashi duncan imagine#tashi duncan headcanon#artydonsgf
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Want to know everything that's ever happened in Project Sekai but don't have time to read all those stories? Guess what! For the low, low price of "it seems fun", I'll be summarizing every single event!
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Masterpost links below the cut. All summaries will be tagged by unit, character appearances, and special type, if applicable.
THE ULTIMATE MASTERPOST SPREADSHEET
(Spreadsheet contains organized, filterable lists of all events and cards! I've tried making it as accessible as possible, but if you're unfamiliar with Google Sheets, just ask and I'll show you how to navigate it!)
Old Masterposts below! (Out of date, no longer maintained)
Key Stories
Leo/need
MORE! MORE! JUMP!
Vivid BAD SQUAD
Wonderlands x Showtime
Nightcord at 25:00
Mixed Events
Year 1 (Run! Sports Festival Committee Rush! - Scramble Fan Festa)
Year 2 (Time to Hang Out - At this Festival Bathed in Twilight)
Year 3 (Screaming!? Welcome to the Forest of Wolves! - Hello ⢠Good ⢠Day)
Year 4 (The Best Picture Wrap! -Wedding Live ⥠With Everyone!)
Card Stories
Any event card stories will be linked next to their respective events, as well as within the summary itself. (Initial 3* cards are part of the Main Stories)
Initial 1*/2* (Including 3rd Anniversary)
Birthday Cards
Fes Cards / Bloom Cards
Collaboration Cards
Card stories for events yet to be summarized
Miscellaneous
April Fools
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