#pros and cons of open kitchen

[hsmagazine254]

The Open Plan Kitchen Debate: Pros and Cons

Weighing the Advantages and Drawbacks Deciding whether to build an open plan kitchen in your home is a major design consideration that can significantly impact the functionality and aesthetics of your living space. While open plan kitchens have gained popularity in recent years, they may not be the best choice for every homeowner. Let’s explore the pros and cons of open plan kitchens to help you…

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Open Kitchen Pros and Cons | VMS Plus

Open Kitchen vs Closed Kitchen

When choosing the best kitchen design for you, there is always that difficult choice — whether it should be an open or closed kitchen. Some kitchens are used as social areas, besides cooking and serving meals, while others are used solely for preparing and cooking meals and washing dishes.

Before you decide, it is essential to know what these two types of kitchens are, the pros and cons of open kitchen layout and the closed-off kitchen. So, let’s start with the first question.

What is an open kitchen?

An open kitchen has no walls separating the cooking area from the dining and living areas, referred to as “the great rooms.” The open-plan kitchen makes your space appear bigger than it is and facilitates the smooth flow between the common areas.

The open-plan kitchen concept has its advantages (Pros) and disadvantages (Cons), which are listed below:

Pros of an Open Kitchen

* An open kitchen is a smart way to maximize space, as no walls and doors serve as barriers.

* It allows interaction between families and friends, which is prohibited in closed-off kitchens.

* An open kitchen layout can accommodate more people.

* This open layout allows for the installation of a kitchen island.

* You can multi-task in an open kitchen. For example, you can watch TV while cooking and supervising the kids or entertaining some guests.

* More natural light can pass through an open kitchen.

CONS

These are the disadvantages of an open kitchen:

- The open kitchen is always visible to anyone who comes to the house, and it becomes self-evident if you fail to tidy up every time.

- The sound and smell of cooking travels to other house spaces.

- Cabinet space is limited because open kitchens do not have extra walls to place kitchen cabinets.

What is a closed kitchen?

A closed kitchen is a traditional kitchen layout. It is regularly seen in homes until recently. It has separating walls and barriers that differentiate the kitchen from the dining room, living room, and other spaces in the house. If you have a closed kitchen, you must go through a door before entering the space.

PROS of a Closed Kitchen

* You can hide the mess (if you do not tidy up regularly) by just closing the kitchen door.

* You have more storage. You get more options for placing cabinets, appliances and countertops.

* You can focus better when cooking or cleaning. People are unlikely to go out of their way to distract you from what you are doing.

* Cooking noise and smell are limited so that you won’t be disturbing other people in the home.

CONS of a Closed Kitchen

- Air circulation can be challenging unless your kitchen has expansive windows.

- A Closed kitchen usually lacks natural light, so it must depend on artificial lighting.

- The feeling is cramped and closeted, as this type of kitchen layout makes the space considerably smaller and will be crammed with your appliances.

The PROS and CONS of each type of kitchen layout tell the differences between the open and closed kitchens.

Important points to consider when choosing between an open and closed kitchen.

1. A closed kitchen offers more privacy and reduced noise. If you want a more private cooking experience or cooking-related noise to be separated from other house areas, your best option would be the closed kitchen design. It is also ideal if you have small children or pets, as you can have more control over your kitchen environment.

2. An open kitchen promotes social interaction. You and your guests can communicate with each other while the food is being prepared. There are no walls that separate the kitchen from the dining, living room and other areas of the house, so your space becomes more welcoming.

Conclusion:

Choosing between an open and closed kitchen should depend on your lifestyle and personal preferences. Consider your cooking habits and entertaining needs and preferences. There is no wrong or right answer because both kitchen styles have unique benefits and drawbacks.

If, despite the above, you still need help knowing which kitchen style is good for you, don’t hesitate to contact VMS Tradelink today, and let us talk about your renovation project.

[hollandsangel]

voice | m. sturniolo

i had this idea a million years ago, please enjoy!!

summary: chris wonders if you can tell his and matt’s voice apart

warnings: super fluffy!! a bit suggestive at the very end, i’m questioning if it’s good or not

wc: 1.6k

gif by @mattsturnioloarchive !

“i call shower first!” you exclaim the second the garage door is open, sprinting past matt up the stairs to his bathroom.

“there’s three showers,” chris says matter-of-factly as you blow past him on the steps, holding a hand out in confusion.

matt sighs and follows behind you, passing chris as well, “yeah, but you don’t have to share,” 

you’re already on the mainfloor, running into matt’s bedroom to grab the change of clothes you’d left earlier.

“i’m so glad i don’t have a girlfriend,” chris mutters, earning a smack upside the head from nick, “jesus, fuck, what,”

“you’re just annoying,” nick says, deciding it’s a good enough explanation and getting a laugh out of matt.

“agreed,” matt’s still chuckling when they reach the kitchen table, setting down the take out the four of you had gotten on your way back to the house. he hears the water turn on in his bathroom, accompanied by the soft sound of your voice as you sing along to your music.

“oh she’s a nicki fan,” nick says to no one in particular, referencing the tik tok sound when he notices you’re listening to a nicki minaj song. 

matt looks up from the bag of food and laughs.

chris sinks into the couch but looks over at matt, arm slung over the cushions, “i wonder if she could tell our voices apart,” he says after a second. 

“what?” matt asks, thinking the question is mildy rediculous. 

“like do you think she could recognize your voice?” chris explains, wandering into the kitchen now. opening a pepsi and leaning up against the counter. 

nick chimes in now, having been fiddling with the vlog camera and battery, “like compared to you and me?” he asks chris, glancing back at matt as if to say ‘is this guy for real?’

“yeah,” chris nods.

“yeah, obviously she’d be able to tell my voice apart from yours,” matt is looking back at the food again, tone matter-of-fact, as if what he’d said was absolute common sense. 

chris is quiet for about half a second and matt thinks that’s the end of that absurd conversation. it isn’t, of course. 

“should we test it out?” chris asks through a sip of soda.

matt officially gives up on trying to set the food up, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before turning to chris, “and how are we gonna do that?”

chris shrugs, but nick has an idea, “chris, you could like, just go ask her for something, if you left something in the bathroom—“

“absolutely not,” matt shuts it down immediately with a shake of his head, “you're not going in the bathroom when my girlfriend is showering,”

“i won’t even go all the way in!! i’ll cover my eyes,” chris promises, but matt is still skeptical. “i’ll just like poke my head in the door and ask if i left like..a belt or some shit in there,” is chris’ next offer. 

matt sighs and thinks about it, weighing the pros and cons. of course you can tell his voice apart from his brothers…right? he’s making himself nervous, pysching himself out and worrying they all sound the same to you. it upsets him for some reason, he can’t quite decide why.

“fine,” he agrees after a beat of silence, convincing himself you know whis voice well enough to separate it from chris’, and if you can’t, he thinks he might actually feel a sick twinge of unjustified jealousy.

“yes,” chris mutters under his breath, always excited to pull a prank on anyone.

“this is definitely going in the vlog,” nick says, still messing with the camera and coming to sit at the kitchen table where matt is now.

“i can’t believe i agreed to this,” matt mumbles, rubbing his eyes and taking a deep breath. he stands from his seat and walks over to the wall where he can see the bathroom door, feeling some what protective, like he needs to supervise chris to make sure he doesn’t wander too far into the bathroom.

“what should i say?” chris turns back arms pulled in close to his body as if he’s nervous. he’s already grinning and trying to keep from laughing.

“ooh, call her sweetheart, matt always does that,” nick suggests, wiggling his brows in matt’s direction to tease him.

“oh my god,” matt groans softly, rubbing at his eyes, “i fucking hate you guys,”

“okay, i’m going in,” matt drops his hands at that, eyes on his brother immediately. chris puts a hand over his eyes, just as he said he said he would before knocking on the door. nick has the camera out to record and is trying to stifle his laugh in the collar of his hoodie.

at the sound of the knock matt hears your voice, calling out for him, no doubt thinking it’s him at the door. he has to cover his mouth, partly out of nerves but also to keep himself from saying anything.

“yeah,” chris starts, needing to take a second before continuing because he’s already making himself laugh. “yeah, sweetheart, did i leave my belt in here?” he asks, barely stood in the doorway of the bathroom.

“uhh, i think it’s in your bedroom?” you say after a slight pause, about to poke your head out from behind the shower curtain, but chris has already mumbled a ‘thanks’ and essentially sprinted out of the bathroom, closing the door and crumbling to the floor in giggles.

“you’re not fucking real,” matt shakes his head, laughing softly himself and pushing off the wall to go back to the kitchen table. he’s a bit bummed that you didn’t realize it wasn’t his voice, but he keeps that to himself.

nick pans the camera over to matt’s face, which seems expressionless, even with both his brothers cackling outside of the frame.

you come out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, heading into matt’s bedroom to drop the clothes you’d changed out of. matt is instantly sitting back up, the legs of his chair scraping along the hardwood floors.

“ooh, someone’s pissed,” nick turns the camera to himself, eyeing the now closed door.

“that was too fucking good,” chris says after a deep breath, still recovering from laughing so hard. he pulls a chair out next to nick and the two start to explain what had happened to the camera, eyes flicking up to matt’s door every few seconds.

in the bedroom you’re putting your dirty clothes back into your bag when matt comes in, looking a little bit pouty, “hey baby,” you turn towards him, laughing at the slightly pathetic look he gives you, “what’s up?” you wonder.

“m’ tired,” he tells you, slumping up against you for a hug. you wrap your arms around him and rub his back, letting him lay his weight into you.

“we’ll eat and go to bed, yeah?” you give his back another little pat when he nods against you, “mkay, let’s go,” you kiss his cheek quickly, only to have him turn his head in search of a real kiss. you oblige of course.

nick and chris have already started eating and updating the vlog on their day when you and matt come out of the bedroom. matt joins them at the table but you head for the fridge to grab a drink. “oh, did you find your belt?” you ask matt, still digging around.

“what?— oh yeah” he mumbles, gaze turned down to his fries.

“okay good. by the way you sounded so much like chris when you came in— it freaked me the fuck out” you say with your head in the fridge, still searching for the diet coke you know you left inside the door, “did one of you drink my coke–”

“wait what?” matt’s head snaps up, food forgotten.

“hmm?” you turn around to find all three boys looking at you. nick’s mouth open in a half smile and chris clearly trying not to burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. matt’s just staring at you with eyes a little bit too wide before he speaks up.

“what do you mean i sounded weird?” he asks, leaning forward. you notice nick’s shut up about whatever he was saying to the camera earlier, pointing the lens at you now.

“i dunno, when you said sweetheart it just sounded super fucking weird— why are you guys looking at me like that–” you have to ask, feeling slightly weirded out by the intensity of their gazes

“i knew it!!” matt cheers, punching the air and doing a silly little dance as nick doubles over and starts hitting the table.

chris’ jaw drops and he presses his fingers into his eyes as he laughs next to his brother, leaning on him.

matt bounds over to you with a grin, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.

“whaaaat,” you giggle, clearly confused by their reaction. 

“it was me,” chris manages to say between bouts of laughter, “we– we were trying to see if you could tell our voices apart.”

“of course i can tell your voices apart, especially your voice,” you turn towards matt, saying it like it should be obvious, like it’s silly they doubted you for even a second. 

matt’s just grinning at you, feeling a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest, “i knew you could,” 

“bullshit!” chris exclaims, both him and nick still leaning against each other as they laugh.

“he’s right, you were freaked the fuck out,” nick manages to say between giggles, “you watched chris like a fucking hawk when he opened the bathroom door,” he looks over at you, his smile contagious, “he was definitely freaked the fuck out,”

matt groans and drops his head against your shoulder. you brush your fingers through his hair and chuckle to yourself, “awe matt,” you coo, “i definitely know your voice, i’ll probably be hearing lots of it later anyways.”

tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose

[gentlyweeps-world]

Pros and Cons

summary: After celebrating a bit too hard from your boyfriend getting his first points, you realize that your period was late, so you sent out your boyfriend for a pregnancy test.

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader

warnings: pregnancy talk

next part

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“I’m sure it’ll be okay” Lily says from the other line, “Does Logan know?”

“I mean he knows my period is late but that’s it..” You say panicking, pacing around your bedroom.

“I’m waiting for him to get back from working out with Benny” You add on, a sigh coming from your lips.

“Well call me again once you get everything sorted out, it’ll be okay Y/n” Lily says, “Thanks Lily” You say before she ends the call.

The door to your shared apartment opens, and you see a sweaty, yet smiling, Logan enter.

“Hey baby! Training went well..” Logan says, moving over towards you in the kitchen he wraps an arm around you waist, placing a kiss against your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He softly asks, picking up on your anxious look and vibe. “I need you to pick up a pregnancy test Log..” You softly say, nervously chewing your bottom lip as you look up at him.

He looks at you a bit shocked, but nods his head. “Guess we celebrated too hard after Austin, huh?” He says with a chuckle, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I guess so” You muse back with a grin. Logan slowly pulls away from you, squeezing your waist.

“I’ll be back” He says with a soft smile, “It’ll be okay whatever the outcome is..” He adds on knowingly. You nod your head with a nervous smile, watching him leave the apartment again, off to buy you a pregnancy test.

You sit on the couch nervously tapping your fingers, waiting for Logan to return from getting the pregnancy test. What if it comes up positive? Would Logan be mad?

You take a deep breath, trying to reassure yourself as Logan walks back through the front door, he walks over towards you with a reassuring smile, handing you a brown paper bag from CVS.

"Here you go hun, I got 2 of them so if this one fails we always got the back up." He says softly, watching you get up from the couch with shaky hands. He presses a soft kiss against your lips, “It’ll be okay” He whispers to you.

“Okay..” You weakly whisper back, walking over towards the bathroom, Logan follows, opting to stand outside the bathroom as you start the process.

A few minutes pass, you slowly open the bathroom door and nervously look at Logan, “It’ll take three minutes” You mumble out.

“Have any good ideas to pass up three minutes?” He asks, wrapping an arm around you.

“No but I’m sure you do” You say with a giggle, wrapping your own arms around him as your lips meet again.

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He moves his hand around to your lower back and grips you tight. His free hand roams around your body as his lips travel down your neck, kissing and biting along the way. Eventually you break away, both of your breath is heavy and your cheeks are flushed.

Then you hear your phone go off, meaning the three minute time was up. Logan squeezes your hand, pressing another kiss to your lips you two turn to look at the pregnancy tests.

“It’s..it’s negative, both are” You say softly, letting out a small sigh. Logan wraps his arms around you, moving your back against his chest.

“Either way, I would’ve been happy” He says, “Plus you would look so hot pregnant” He adds on, forcing you to roll your eyes.

“Keep that in mind for later” You say teasingly, “Shame, I wouldn’t mind filling you up” He says with no shame, “Logan!” You gasp out, trying to pull away from him.

“Don’t say stuff like that you jerk!” You add on, lightly hitting his chest, “You know you like it Y/n” He says with a grin, softly kissing your neck as you start to text Lily.

“So the pro is I’m not pregnant, the con is Logan wants me pregnant”

“Ew”

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radio 🪩: Hope this was an enjoyable one! I will be working on maybe three other mini fics before I work on Ferrari Red and The “It” Girl series again 🫶 (I am taking in requests)

[avatar-anna]

i saw this trend on tiktok where girlfriends flash their boyfriends to win an argument, and i thought that was genius, so...yeah! that's what this is. enjoyxx

"Baby, we've talked about this."

"I know, but I just think if you listened—"

"I have listened, and I just don't think now is the time to do this."

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, annoyed by both his tone and his words. "It'll never be the right time. You just don't want to commit to this relationship."

"Seriously? That's where we're going with this?" Harry asked, finally looking away from where he was chopping vegetables for dinner. "I say it's not the right time to get a dog and you think it's because I'm not committed? Really, Y/n."

He looked down pointedly at himself. Harry stood in the kitchen in an apron that said, Kiss the Cook! You got it for him as a gag gift on his birthday last year since he was always in the kitchen, but he ended up loving it. Naturally, he also demanded you kissed the cook whenever you helped him out with cooking.

You knew what he was trying to say without voicing it, that was committed to you no matter which way you tried to spin it to win the argument. And you knew that, you were just a little annoyed that you and Harry couldn't get on the same page like you normally were.

You and Harry continued to bicker back and forth about the pros and cons of getting a dog together. Harry insisted he wasn't against it, just not now, but you'd done too much research and you knew now was the time, or you would never get around to it.

"You always do this," you said.

"Do what?"

"Try and table a conversation only to never come back to it. Just have a backbone and say you don't want a dog instead of hiding and avoiding it."

Rolling his eyes Harry ran a tired hand over his face. "You know what? Fine, you're right. I don't want a dog."

"But why?"

"Y/n, we travel all the time. We can't train a puppy when we're—"

Harry paused, his eyes finally opening after removing his hand from his face, his eyes settled on you, a mix of emotions quickly running across his face.

"When we're what?" you asked innocently, trying not to smile.

Still not answering, your boyfriend opened and closed his mouth as if his brain was short-circuiting. "You—You just—That's cheating."

"What do you mean?" you said, no longer trying to hide your smirk as Harry stepped closer to you, his eyes not meeting yours at all. They were focused solely on your chest, where you'd conveniently lifted your shirt to expose your breasts.

Coming out of his stupor but still not meeting your gaze, he said, "You don't get to—to use your tits against me!"

"Why, is it working?"

Harry shook his head in utter disbelief, his eyes almost completely glazed over. Whether he liked it or not, you won this round.

"Yes—No—I mean...What were we arguing about again?"

Chuckling softly, you cupped his cheek with your hand. "We were deciding on whether or not we should get a dog."

"Oh. Right. Whatever you want, baby."

"Really?"

You thought this would soften your boyfriend, push him in the right direction, but you didn't think he'd cave so quickly. Harry was already leading you toward the stairs, clearly ready to leave the argument behind.

"Course. Come convince me some more upstairs."

*.*

"Seriously? You're still on that stupid thing?"

Harry barely glanced your way before looking back at the TV, his thumbs moving furiously over his game controller. He mumbled his greeting, too engrossed in his game to acknowledge your presence.

Your boyfriend wasn't typically the video game type, only ever using his gaming console occasionally. That was until a few weeks ago when one of his friends got him hooked on some new game and now he played it nonstop. You didn't really care if Harry played video games, but this had become a fixation. It had been ages since you and him went to bed together at the same time, or gone on a date,, or had sex.

You'd been thoroughly replaced by some game.

"H, have you even gotten up from the couch since I left?"

The response Harry gave you was abysmal, only sparking your irritation more. You'd left him in that exact position hours ago to run errands, and he was still there. You doubt he'd so much as gotten up to eat since you'd been gone.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"That sounds great, baby," Harry said, his eyes still glued to his game.

You narrowed your eyes at your boyfriend. "I will not be second to a video game," you muttered before inching closer to the TV. With a sigh, you reached for the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up, taking the bralette you wore with you.

Harry didn't notice at first, which was really going to piss you off, but his eyes snagged on your naked chest as he switched positions on the couch. His whole body stilled as he took you in, his rapidly moving thumbs coming to a halt on his controller.

"Are you done playing now?" you asked, your brows raising expectantly.

Not looking at his game once, Harry tossed the controller on the couch and stood up. As if in a trance, he walked toward you. As he got closer, you could hear shouts of protests from his friends coming from the headset still on his head. He took that off too, then lifted you up without warning. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist as he led you to your bedroom. And when he laid you down on the bed, you grinned, satisfied that your boyfriend was still wrapped around your finger.

[evansboyfriend]

hello 911blr here's another little snippet of my fake dating au. it's going so slowly. but at least it's going!

Buck catches his attention pretty much right away − Tommy’s gaze is immediately drawn to his ridiculously plump, pink mouth, before taking in the rest of the picture. He’s frowning at the camera, almost like seeing his own reflection mirrored on his phone’s screen through the front-facing lens is offending him, somehow, and why would this guy choose that picture to be front-and-centre on his dating profile? Still, his messy, curly hair, and the scruff on his jawline, and − the ridiculous lips − are hard to resist. Tommy taps to check out the rest of his pictures. In one, he’s clean-shaven, wearing a white hoodie, smiling so big and bright, his gaze somewhere behind the camera, probably fixed on whoever was taking the picture; then there’s another frowny selfie right after that, taken inside a car, with a seatbelt across his chest and a black Labrador resting his little head on the guy’s shoulder, and okay, that’s fucking adorable. Tommy can’t help but smile − but that only lasts until he reads the guy’s bio.

hello grindr i’m not gay (but i’m an ally!) anyway i need a fake boyfriend to be my date to my parents’ stupid anniversary party because they told me not to bring “another new girlfriend” so i’m just trying to comply with their request :-)  in return you will get an all-you-can-eat-buffet and open bar. or anything else you want (short of sexual favours)

Yeah, that tracks. These wholesome-looking guys always come with at least one red flag. And this is a fucking massive one. 

Tommy bites down on his lower lip and tells himself he’s not actually thinking about messaging, but he knows he’s lying to himself. He tries to weigh the pros and cons for all of five minutes before he thinks, fuck it, and decides to send a message. What’s the worst that could happen? With a deep exhale, Tommy taps on the little message button and types out the only logical opener he can think of.

tommy: if you can prove you’re not a catfish, i’m more than happy to be your fake date

buck: how do i prove i’m not a catfish? buck: you can look me up on instagram. i’m buckley92

tommy: hah, nah, that won’t do. it’s gonna have to be a dickpic i’m afraid. with today’s newspaper of your choice.

buck: who the fuck is still buying newspapers buck: fine. give me half an hour

Tommy puts his phone aside with the biggest grin on his face. If nothing else, it’s been entertaining, at least so far. He still doubts this guy is real, or his request for a fake boyfriend isn’t just a thinly veiled excuse for a curious-but-still-firmly-heterosexual guy to go venturing in the most notorious dating app for queer men − which is entirely unnecessary. 

He gets to his feet and goes about cleaning up the mess in the kitchen he’s been successfully ignoring for the last 24 hours, and puts a load of laundry on, knowing he’s running out of clean underwear, and he’s settled back on his comfy couch, ready to dive back into Small Town Horror when his phone pings with a new notification, and Tommy grins when he sees it’s another message from Buck.

It’s a selfie of the same man from the profile pictures, and instantly Tommy exhales with relief. He looks a little different in this picture; younger, somehow, and it might have something to do with the haircut he’s currently sporting, and the lack of product in his dark blonde hair, letting the curls loose. Tommy wants to run a hand through his hair, but he files that away into a far away corner of his mind, as his gaze drops to the dramatically pouty expression on Buck’s face. He’s holding a copy of Los Angeles Times, which has the words “TOMMY FROM GRINDR MADE ME DO THIS” written across the front page in thick black marker. There’s a message sent right after the selfie that reads “will this do or… do you still need the dick pic?”

tagging some interested people

@osh-my-prince @apartmentsmoke @repressedqueen @jewishbuckley and i can't remember who else i might have talked to about this???? if interested in future updates drop me a comment and i'll tag you🫶

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— after sickness, after health + sae itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — your ex husband is a menace. married or not, you'll always belong to him.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, smut, angst, divorce, custody battles, you have kids, cheating (with sae lol), manipulation, possesion, slight yandere if you squint, dub-con, tummy bulges, hold the moan, spit!kink, drunk sex, unprotected sex, toxic relationships, previously established relationships, mentions of arguments, ex husband + pro player!sae, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 1.5K.

⭑ notes — hello... i was not meant to write this but,, i fear i cannot escape the bllk brain rot lmao !! sorry if he's ooc or too mean but i hope u like it ily guys mwah <3 - m.list ✩

oooo ex husband!sae is so annoying, jarring, he’s horrible.

the divorce is somewhat amicable. both of you pretend it is. you were young and in love but now you’re growing out of affectionate shoes that are too small for you now. it hurts. but you pretend.

ex husband!sae takes what’s his and you take what’s yours. sae doesn’t want what you have and what he gave you — being the big bread winner he was, you keep the house and the cars, the expensive wedding gifts his parents sent from abroad. pity presents, he calls them. he doesn’t want you to be out on your own.

the only thing you and ex husband!sae fight over are the kids — it’s a long and drawn out battle. very messy with tears on your end begging him to call it even and take the deal your lawyer offers up so that the public stops tearing you down. he likes that you’ve called him against the wishes of your lawyers, you’re coming to him as his ex-wife — pleading with him in that way that makes his lips quirk up in a cruel smile because it’s been so long since ex husband!sae heard you beg for him like that.

maybe the custody battle was only to drag you through the mud, make you hurt a little bit so you remember ex husband!sae for the rest of your life. the time you spend with kids is split down the middle.

ex husband!sae hears it from one of your little girls on the way back from their ballet class that mommy is seeing someone new. your other daughter likes him a lot, says he gets them ice cream on the weekends where you have them. and sure enough, your ex doesn’t like that, a weird and sick sense of possession curling around his heart and lungs because you’re not supposed to have been able to move on from sae. you’re only supposed to be happy with him.

ex husband!sae who invites himself over to dinner with your girls on the night he knows that your new boy toy will be there. a sense of pride washes over him as he takes in your expression when you open the front door to him; your eyes wide, pretty lips parted in a delicate ‘o’ — you look as though you might cry, asking him if he’s here for the girls and blinking quick when he says he wants to join the four of you for dinner. he watches the curve of your ass as you lead him inside, wanting to rip that little apron right off of you and make you his again in front of your boyfriend.

the kitchen is cramped with both men politely arguing over how to make the girls’ favourite dinner while they watch bluey out in the living room — paying no mind to the tension building down the hall. your boyfriend seems uncomfortable with how comfortable ex husband!sae is in your space. he knows where the spices are, how you like to wash the dishes as you go along, the way you set the dinner table. your stress runs high as sae flits through your home, after all he did live here once too.

your boyfriend puts his hand on your shoulder. sae smiles when you shrug him off.

the polite yet snide comments continue when your girls are seated for their meals. ex husband!sae makes it known that your current partner has no place at the table, that he could never have you because you’re too loyal to the routine and life that you know. you turn to the fancy bottle of red wine sae bought with him as stress relief.

you’re slightly tipsy when ex husband!sae puts your children to bed — he stops on the creaky stairs because he can hear you drunkenly argue with your boyfriend about tonight’s events and he can’t help but feel as if he’s won. your boyfriend doesn’t think that sae should be around, that he’s bad for you, for the girls too for picking fights in front of them. and like the loyal little thing you are, you defend your ex-husband because he’s a good father and he takes care of you. he always has.

sae only steps in when he sees you getting upset, crumbling under the weight of the evening, the stress of being a single mother with someone who doesn’t understand it the way your ex does. no one else should have the power to make you cry like the midfielder does. that’s sae’s job. the steps of the stairs groan under the weight of his footsteps as sae trudges down them — intervening when you flinch away from your boyfriend who’s raised his voice at you in an attempt to get you to see that ex husband!sae is bad for you.

you screw your eyes shut and clench your fists, not intoxicated enough to fail to gently remind your current partner. “please don’t yell at me.”

you sound so hurt by the argument and that only serves to piss sae off.

“i can take care of her from here,” ex husband!sae brushes past your boyfriend to pull your swaying frame into his chest — sweeping in like your knight in shining armour and ushering the man out of his house with a sick smirk. “i think you should leave.” your boyfriend says he’ll text you later on, no doubt, with the intention to smooth things over while he still feels threatened by your pro-football player ex. but you don’t find the time to respond when later does eventually come around.

because later that night, you give into your urges and succumb to familiarity where ex husband!sae has your knees pressed into your shoulders and your hot cunt wrapped around his shaft — milking him so good like you always have. like you’re meant to be. the midfielder shudders above you, listening out for the squelching symphony your sex sings for him as he fucks you nice and slow. sae fills you up until you can feel his cock in your lungs, dragging his milky pre along your walls as if it’s his signature on your body.

the older itoshi brother would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you, your body, your kisses. the way you dreamily echo his name like it’s a prayer every time he angles his cock to hit your sweet spots. you find his hands within the messy sheets, the slickness of your heat making it easier for sae to grind himself into you. he feels lightheaded with ecstasy, his grunts turning to deep rooted moans as he swoops down to kiss you with tongue — a poor attempt to silence your squeals since your girls are sleeping just down the hall.

the bed that you used to share betrays you, crying from underneath the languid push and pull of your bodies working together for orgasm. ex husband!sae is torn between capturing your teary face in the now and reminiscing all the times he’d fucked you or made love to you against these very sheets. the thought of your new boyfriend doing the same makes him hotter, makes him move faster — slurring and spitting his praises into your eager mouth as his balls clap against the curve of your ass and the crude mix of precum and your juices tie sae itoshi to you.

licking into his mouth, you lift a hand to curl into sae’s roots and tug hard in the way that he likes. “sae,” you mewl, breathless and bambi eyed. “feel s’fuckin’ good. hah! d-don’t stop, m-missed you!”

“don’t tell me what to do, ‘couldn’t stop even if you begged for it.” sweat beads on ex husband!sae’s forehead and he closes his eyes, hips stuttering even though they piston into yours. he can’t tell if you actually miss him or if it’s the sex that’s making you feel this way — and quite frankly, he’s in the same boat. he hooks your thighs over his shoulders and presses the entirety of his body over yours, putting all of his energy in to deep, long strokes that make you choke on your words and gush sweet and clear streams around the base of his throbbing cock.

“you feel me here, love?” your ex husband!sae, asks, magenta hair flopping over his eyes — his hips flush against your puffy clit as your juices pearl along side it. he gives you a rough thrust, fucking you like it’s your wedding night all over again and he hasn’t made the last few months of your life a living hell. like he loves you. “c’mon baby, pay attention. can’t believe you’re so shameless, letting me have you like this again. do you feel me?” sae presses down on your tummy where his thick dick bulges, the sensation making the whites of your eyes visible as they roll back into your skull.

you nod, delirious with desire, pussy trapping your ex husband inside of you. “y-yes, sae! f-feel you!”

“good, because i belong here, sweetheart,” ex husband!sae coos, an evil spark haunting his aquamarine eyes. “i’m the only one who ever gets to fuck you here. because no matter what happens — you’ll always be mine and i’ll always be yours.”

[evanbi-ckley]

He feels like he’s being weighed down. Like he’s under water or a heavy blanket. His limbs are heavy, and he can’t get his eyes to open. There’s muffled sound nearby, but he can’t make out anything coherent. He’s also really warm. Uncomfortably so.

Is this what death is like? Is he in Hell? Or something Hell-adjacent? Were all the fire and brimstone idiots he refused to give the time of day actually right about something?

But then the heat is gone and there’s a cool breeze that skims across his skin.

Does he have skin? Do people feel their skin once they’re dead?

He’s still debating with himself as he gets pulled further under.

~***~

What is that annoying, repetitive sound? Did he change his alarm? Why the fuck can’t he turn it off?

~***~

It hurts.

Why does it hurt?

He can’t even tell what hurts, but something fucking hurts.

If he could just open his eyes and get up to take some ibuprofen.

Also his nose itches. Why can’t he fucking scra-

~***~

“Fucking bees.”

~***~

He’s warm again, but it’s not uncomfortable this time. 

He feels safe. And alive. 

He doesn’t feel as weighed down anymore.

It’s difficult, but he cracks his eyes open. He’s - in the hospital? That’s definitely a hospital ceiling and hospital lights and hospital machines beeping.

He turns his head to the left - slowly - and sees his arm is in a giant cast. That explains why he can’t lift it.

He turns his head to the right just as slowly. He’s surprised to see a head of curly hair lying next to his hip, a large hand in his own. 

When he flexes his hand, the curly head pops up immediately.

The man looks at him with bloodshot eyes that clearly haven’t seen sleep in days. He’s young - not alarmingly so but certainly younger than Tommy. The stubble on his jaw has gone far past 5 o’clock shadow and has entered the realm of beard, making him look slightly older. But who -?

“Tommy?” the man asks. His voice is low and raspy, possibly unused.

“Uh,” Tommy says. His own voice sounds even worse.

Without hesitation, the man turns - without letting go of Tommy’s hand - and pours a cup of water from the pitcher on the table next to the bed. Then he brings the cup up to Tommy’s mouth, a bendy straw pointing toward him.

Tommy drinks slowly, his mouth feeling like parchment that’s been left out in the sun too long. 

“Thanks,” he says.

The man sets the cup down and says, “Yeah, so um, h-how do you feel?”

He thinks for a bit, taking stock of himself.

“Sore. Numb in places. I assume they’ve got me on the good stuff?” The man nods, a cute smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But there’s also the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen sitting next to me, holding my hand. So all told, I’m doing pretty well.”

The tips of the man’s ears turn pink, and a cute blush spreads across his cheeks. Adorable.

“You don’t have to flirt so hard, Tommy. You should know by now, I’m a sure thing.”

Ah, so -

“So we’re,” Tommy gestures vaguely with his head, “together?”

“Uh,” the man laughs uncertainly, “for about six months now, yeah.”

“Oh.” Tommy’s eyebrows shoot up. “But you’re so…” He trails off, not really knowing where he was going with that.

“So…what?” the man prods.

“Take your pick,” Tommy says. “Young? Pretty? Out of my league?”

“Sweetheart.” The man says it like they’ve had this discussion before, but he’s smiling. “Don’t try to amnesia your way out of being with me. I called dibs forever after our second date.”

Tommy smiles lazily. “Dibs forever, huh?”

“Yep. You’re stuck with me.”

Humming as if he’s considering the pros and cons, Tommy finally says, “I guess I can live with that.”

The man’s smile is blinding. “Evan,” he says. “Evan Buckley. In case you forgot.”

It comes back to him then - a cruise ship rescue in the middle of a hurricane, a basketball game, a kiss, a first date that ended terribly, more dates that ended perfectly, slow dancing in the kitchen, long nights together that ended too soon. A call during a bad storm, total engine failure, glass and fear and rain and acceptance and trees and blue eyes and a smile like warm sunshine.

“Evan,” Tommy says, pulling him closer. “Baby.” He kisses him softly. “I love you more than anything. How could I forget?”

Evan has tears in his eyes and leans their foreheads together when he says, “Don’t ever do that again. I thought I lost you.”

“I’m so sorry, baby. I thought so, too. I thought I’d never get to see you again. I’m so sorry.”

The next kiss is wet with tears - Evan’s or his own, it doesn’t matter. They’re here, and they’re both okay, and they’re together. That’s all that matters.

“I love you, too, by the way,” Evan says once they pull apart. “Can’t believe you waited to tell me until after you almost died, but I’ll take it.”

“I’ll say it every day until I actually die, okay?” he says. He gets a smack to his good shoulder for his effort, but they’re smiling too hard for it to have any weight.

There’s a long road ahead with recovery and therapy and stubbornness and frustration, but they’ve got this. They’ll get through it all. 

Together.

part 1

part 2

part 3

also now on ao3!

[buckysxgal]

One Piece Fanfiction Recs

** if an author has multiple fics on here i only mentioned them once **

Eustass "Captain" Kid

Eustass & Pipsqueak [18+] by @honeysworld-offanfiction

Payback [18+] by @icy-spicy

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This by @sofixxoxo

Sex and Violence [18+] by @zoros-sheath

Magnet Crush by @muenbear

KIDD; soft and loving kidd [18+] by @matchadobo

Just a Name One | Two by @escenariosinfumables

KIDD; calm to his storm by matchadobo

KIDD; fvck me like you love me [18+] by matchadobo

Botherin' Me [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

KIDD; 3 times he almost said i love you and the 1 time he actually did by matchadobo

Flowers Are Stupid by @sheerxfiction

An Eye for an Eye by icy-spicy

Safe Haven by @sofixxoxo

You're lost, unsure if they can find you by @eustasssimp

Making the reader cry (good) by eustasssimp

Language! [18+] by @sanjis-all-blue

Furtive by @myonepiece

Massacre Soldier Killer

Close Encounters by @heyitsdoe

Shooting Stars by @motherofflies

It's Okay to be Difference [18+] by @anemptypuddingcup

Killer's Baby Girl [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

You Don't Need It, You Want It [18+] by sheerxfiction

Killer's Darlin [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

Killer's Straw Hat Crush by myonepiece

Wearing His Shirt by eustasssimp

Kitchen Mischief by sheerxfiction

Roronoa Zoro

Rip My Ribcage Open [18+] by @yourtamaki

Late Night at the Office [18+] by @zorosimpclub

Against the Mirror [18+] by zorosimpclub

How to Disappear by @zorobff

I Bet On Losing Dogs by zorobff

In All My Dreams by @bby-deerling

Flowers by @fanaticsnail

Comfort Drabble by @anime-cupid

Portgas D. Ace

Fill You Up [18+] by @maddddstuff

Tension [18+] by @sharks31

Black Leg Sanji

Jealous, Jealous Boy by @bleachification

Too Much (Take Me Home) by @secretwritingspot

Home is Where the Heart Is (That Heart Just Won't Stop Racing) by secretwritingspot

Pros and Cons by @toriswritings

I Can See You by @holymusicalmothman

Put My Name at the Top of Your List by @ladadiida

Mouse in the Kitchen by @honeydjarin

3, 2, 1 [Masterlist - includes NSFW] by fanaticsnail

That's What Friends Are For (Platonic) by bby-deerling

Just For Me by @blondeewhorre

Type by @yayakoishii

Charlotte Katakuri

Katakuri & Little One [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

Buggy the Clown

Roger and Jessica Rabbit Effect by @writingoddess1125

Didn't Mean to Make Your Heart Blue by @wood-white-writer

Vice Admiral Smoker

More to Grab [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

Playing Dangerous [18+] by @ninascloset

Donquixote Doflamingo

Doffy's Messy Girl [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

Monkey D. Luffy

You Drive Me Crazy by @soulofapatrick

Run Away With Me by fanaticsnail

Trafalgar D. Water Law

Three Times You and Law Almost Confessed and The One Time That You Did by @nina-ya

Three Times Law Said "I Love You" by nina-ya

Untitled by @grandlinedreams

Trades of Goods and Services by bby-deerling

Benn Beckman

Untitled [18+] by @nekassvariigs

Multiple

Jell-O Shots [18+] (feat. Kid, Luffy, Zoro, Law and Sanji (Separate) x afab!reader) by @bokutosbiceps

Convenience (Mishanks x Reader) by @stillxnunpxidintern

"Wrap me like a Christmas gift" (feat. Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Law (separate) x afab!reader) [18+] by @raggedyflowers

KIDD & KILLER; Gifts (KidKiller x Reader) by matchadobo

Helping Killer and Kid after escaping Udon Prison - HCs by heyitsdoe

Good Mouse (Smoker x Reader x Law) [18+] by @leakyweep

Telling Them "I'll be a disgusting whore for you." Headcannons (feat. Shanks, Zoro & Ace (separate) x reader) [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

Cowboys You Say? (feat. Zoro, Kid, Sabo, Marco & Ace (separate) x reader) [18+] by honeysworld-offanfiction

[vmsplusblog]

What is an open kitchen?

An open kitchen has no walls separating the cooking area from the dining and living areas, referred to as "the great rooms." The open-plan kitchen makes your space appear bigger than it is and facilitates the smooth flow between the common areas.

The Open Kitchen Pros and Cons, are listed below:

Pros of an Open Kitchen

* An open kitchen is a smart way to maximize space, as no walls or doors are barriers.

* It allows interaction between families and friends, which is prohibited in closed-off kitchens.

 * An open kitchen layout can accommodate more people.

* This open layout allows for the installation of a kitchen island.

 * You can multi-task in an open kitchen. For example, you can watch TV while cooking and supervising the kids or entertaining some guests.

 * More natural light can pass through an open kitchen.

 CONS

These are the disadvantages of an open kitchen:

- The open kitchen is always visible to anyone who comes to the house, and it becomes self-evident if you fail to tidy up every time.

- The sound and smell of cooking travels to other house spaces.

- Cabinet space is limited because open kitchens do not have extra walls to place kitchen cabinets.

[wheelie-sick]

So you just got diagnosed with inflammatory arthritis....

A guide to coping with inflammatory arthritis written by someone who has been living with it for years

1. Warmth helps with pain and stiffness

Take a hot bath or shower

Use a rice bag to heat your most stiff and painful joints - How to make a warm rice bag (no sew) How to make a warm rice bag (sew) Adorable heated stuffed animals

Heating pads can also be good for heating specific joints (I don't like either of the ones I've had so I'm not dropping a recommendation)

2. Compression helps with stiffness

Compression gloves work really well in particular - Really cool compression gloves

Compression for other joints works well too

3. NSAIDs help reduce inflammation in your joints

Topical diclofenac is my personal favorite, it works wonders

Meloxicam is only available by prescription but has fewer negative side effects than over the counter NSAIDs do

Ibuprofen and Aleve/Naproxen are both OTC NSAIDs

Here's a full list of NSAIDs

4. Steroids reduce inflammation but are usually only used for flares. If OTC remedies are not working for your arthritis it may be worth asking about steroids to manage flares

5. Use adaptive devices

Note that I haven't tried all of these!

In the kitchen - Jar opener, pull tab opener, arthritis friendly silverware, ergonomic knife, another ergonomic knife

In the bathroom - My favorite shower chair, long handle bath sponge, shower grab bar

Dressing - Many button and zipper aids, magnetic jewelry clasps, sock aid

Standing assists - Bed rail, couch stand assist, cane with stand assist

Office - Pencil grips, book stand, vertical mouse

Other - Arthritis friendly gardening tools, so many grips adapters and holders

.... and many many more

6. Use mobility aids - I'd strongly recommend talking to a doctor before deciding to use mobility aids. mobility aids cause damage to your body so it's important to weigh the pros and cons of using them. Anyways my personal recommendations:

Canes - NOVA T cane, Carex ergonomic offset cane

Crutches - Millennial In-Motion Forearm crutches

Other people with inflammatory arthritis are welcome to add on!

[section-chief-prentiss]

Maternity Leave (part 1/3)

Summary: Past your due date and feeling desperate, you and Emily try everything you can to start labor.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader 

Word Count: 1,761

TWs: pregnancy, labor, fluff, comfort

Ao3

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

Every day past your due date that you woke up and weren’t in labor caused you to be in an extremely bitter mood.

Your raven-haired wife’s eyes would flutter open to find you curled around your pregnancy pillow, lips furled into a tight frown. Her eyes would crinkle in sympathy, and she’d reach out to comfort you.

By the fifth day, you’d officially had enough. You waited, somewhat impatiently, for your wife to wake up, wanting her to be well-rested. Your back was aching; there were no comfortable positions anymore—not sitting, standing, or lying down—and you felt like you were getting bigger every day.

You’d pushed the blankets off of you long ago—you were too hot these days, so all you could bear to sleep in was a sports bra and underwear—to look at your stretched belly. You rested your hand on it, feeling your daughter shift beneath your touch.

“I love you,” you mumbled, “but you can’t stay in there forever.”

Emily’s hand reached across the bed to rest on top of yours. “Still nothing?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” you said, attempting to shift into a more comfortable position and wincing when you failed.

“Never apologize for that. How do you feel?”

“I love our daughter, but I want her out. Today.”

Emily raised an eyebrow. “Today, huh?”

“I had a lot of time to brainstorm when I wasn’t sleeping, and she’s coming out today.” You couldn’t be swayed.

But you knew your wife loved a challenge, so she sat up with a mischievous smile. “Whatever you want. What’s first?”

Fortunately, you had a specific craving that you hoped would move things along. With assistance from Emily, you sat up, resting your back against the backboard, and rested both of your hands on your ever-expanding belly.

“Baby wants scrambled eggs for breakfast. With extra spicy hot sauce.”

Emily leaned over to give you a peck on the lips before bending down to do the same on your bump.

“Whatever baby wants,” she said, throwing the blankets aside and jumping out of bed.

“I’ll be down in a bit,” you called after her, envious for a time when moving didn’t require quite so much effort.

Slowly, you eased yourself out of bed and threw on the first oversized t-shirt and pair of sweatpants you could find before making your way downstairs to the kitchen, where Emily was already hard at work.

She wasn’t much of a cook, but throughout your pregnancy, she’d mastered scrambled eggs and managed to make them exactly how you wanted.

It had taken you so long to get to the kitchen that breakfast was almost ready by the time you sat down. Emily already set the hot sauce on the table, and you debated the pros and cons of just emptying the bottle directly into your mouth.

But you weren’t quite that desperate yet.

Emily dumped the majority of the scrambled eggs onto your plate before setting a small amount on hers. She set the pan down in the sink and joined you at the table with a kiss on the top of your head.

“What else is on your master plan for today?” Emily said, reaching for the salt and pepper.

You bypassed both and started pouring hot sauce all over your breakfast.

“This,” you said, pointing to your plate. “Then some curb walking to that Indian restaurant for the spiciest spicy curry they will let us leave with. Curb walk back, eat the spicy curry, and if I’m still not in labor, I found some workout videos on YouTube that have comments raving that it sent them into labor.”

“And if you’re still not in labor?” Emily asked through a mouthful of eggs.

You stabbed the plate with more aggression than you’d intended before shoveling in as many eggs as you could fit in your mouth. The hot sauce burned, but you powered through it. Anything to not be pregnant anymore.

“Don’t you dare say that,” you said with a growl.

Emily raised her hands in surrender. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

You ate your breakfast quickly but with determination. As you chewed each bite, you waited for something to change, but to your disappointment, your plate was finally empty, and you still hadn’t felt anything.

Emily cleared your plates, knowing better than to ask after seeing the look on your face.

No amount of food was enough these days; so despite having just eaten, you were ready for some spicy curry.

Emily threw on some leggings and a t-shirt, tied her hair back into a ponytail, and joined you in the living room. She put on her own tennis shoes before putting yours on for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you could reach your feet.

Though it was only a few blocks’ walk to the restaurant, you could tell Emily was hesitant. If you did go into labor, it would be a long walk back, but that was a risk you were willing to take.

“It’ll be fine,” you reassured her as she held the door open for you.

You fought back annoyance as Emily refused to take her eyes off of you as you walked; you had to remind yourself that she only did it because she loved you to keep yourself from snapping in hormonal rage.

The walk to the restaurant was quick, and you’d placed the order on the way there so you could pick the food up and turn around immediately.

The walk back felt much longer, your body aching all over. But when Emily offered to run home and grab the car, you refused to give in. You would try this, and it would work.

As a reward, when you made it home, Emily rubbed your sore feet as you ate as much spicy curry as your stomach would allow. When your stomach started rebelling, you had to ask Emily to put the rest in the fridge.

You spent the rest of the day relaxing together until you regained enough energy to try the workout videos you’d found. Again, Emily hovered nearby in case you needed her, but you kept your focus on the TV, hyperaware of every sensation in your body, ready for any sign of labor.

But nothing came.

By nightfall, you were exhausted physically and mentally. Tears brimmed in your eyes. You’d come so far, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were failing. You sat on the edge of the bed, holding your belly, and your tears fell onto it.

Emily stepped out of the bathroom to find you a sniffling mess.

“Oh, love,” she said, sitting beside you. “Tell me what I can do.”

You rested your head on her shoulder, tears still flowing. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered. “She should be here by now; I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Hey, nothing is wrong with you,” she took your hand in hers. “She’ll come when she’s ready.”

You nodded and sniffled, not trusting your voice.

“Will you let me try something? It might help.”

You lifted your head, feeling wary. “What?”

“Stand up for me?”

She got to her feet first, offering you her hands. You took them gratefully, and she pulled you up.

She walked to the wall on the side of your room and pressed her back against it.

“Turn around,” she said.

You obliged, and she pulled you so your back was pressing against her body.

“I’m gonna lift your bump to try and take some of the weight off for you.”

You hesitated. “Are you sure? She’s pretty heavy…”

Emily scoffed. “Have you seen my arms? I’ll be fine.”

You giggled; she was right.

“Ready?” she said, interlocking her fingers and placing them under your bump.

“Yes.”

Gently, she lifted your belly, taking the weight from you.

The groan of ecstasy that fell out of your mouth was inhuman; your eyes fluttered shut, and you leaned your head back onto her chest. You could feel Emily’s arms shaking slightly from the weight, but you knew she would never complain. She would bear the weight for however long you needed her to.

Emily kissed the back of your neck. “I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you more,” you echoed in pure bliss.

After a few moments of peace, you knew you couldn’t ask Emily to hold on much longer. “You can set her down,” you whispered, bracing yourself for the weight to return to you.

Gently, she released your belly, and you immediately ached for her to take it away again. Instead, you whipped around and pressed your mouth against hers, hungry for her.

“You know,” Emily said with a giggle as you planted kisses down her neck. “There is one thing we haven’t tried to start your labor…”

She didn’t need to say anything else. You practically leaped into bed, Emily right behind you, stripping her clothes. You climbed under the comforter together, and you took a few minutes to try and maneuver the best way to pleasure your wife, but your belly posed an obstacle. It had been weeks since you’d last felt sexy enough to be intimate, and you hadn’t thought about how much a large belly would get in the way.

“Lay back,” Emily instructed, situating you on a cloud of pillows. You obeyed and felt the closest to comfort you’d felt in weeks.

“Let me take care of you,” she whispered, removing your clothes. When it was just your body and hers, she started biting your ear and planting kisses in a pattern down your body and over your bump.

You shifted a bit, pain lacing through your lower back.

“You okay?” Emily asked.

You nodded. “Keep going; you can’t imagine how that feels.”

With a smirk, Emily teased you, bracing a knee between your legs. You rubbed against her, pleasure building in your core. Even the persistent aching in your back couldn’t pull you out of the moment, this perfect moment where the only things that existed were you and your stunning wife.

“Are you ready for me?” Emily purred.

“Yes, love,” you panted.

“That’s my girl,” she said, parting your thighs with two fingers. You eagerly anticipated her entry, locking your eyes with hers, when you were interrupted by a new sensation. Water trickled down your thighs and onto the bed beneath you, and you sat up with a start.

Emily sat up with you, excitement in her eyes. “Is that…?”

Nervousness blossomed in your chest, quickly eclipsed by excitement. “My water just broke.”

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[animestsstuff2]

YandereProHero Bakugou x quirkless reader

I keep thinking of like yandere Bakugou with a quirkless reader, like someone he just became infatuated with and picked the perfect time to take them.

Content warning: kidnapping, implied non-con, yandereBakugou, quirkless reader, tied up, isolation, deprivation.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

ProHeroBakugou, who entered the cafe you worked at one day looking to get an iced caramel coffee. His mood immediately changing when you greeted him with the brightest smile. He began coming in everytime (sometimes twice) when he was patrolling your area

ProHeroBakugou, who seen your cafe on the news as being involved in a battle. Bakugou who left his sidekicks, blasting through the sky and to the devastated area where the pros fought the villain.

ProHeroBakugou, who found you among the debris, swept your unconscious body up and took you to his apartment. ‘ProHero’ bakugou who clicked the cuff around your ankle as you stirred on the bed. A few superficial cuts littered your face and arms.

Bakugou, who greeted you with a grin when you awoke. Your eyes widening as panic settled in your chest, seeing the chain attached to your ankle as your breaths picked up and you tugged desperately at it. Your eyes whipping to meet his red ones as he grabbed your cheek. A caring smile on his face as he stared at your horror stricken self

YandereBakugou, who grew angry at your constant yelling and cursing at him, missing the sweet smiles and giggles you’d throw at him, instead you would throw anything you could grab, including the plates full of food at him. Bakugou who was believed you just needed time and patience (one he had very little of)

YandereBakugou, who realised hitting you was a guaranteed way to shut you up but the silence was more unnerving than the yelling. Bakugou who crawled into bed immediately after, wrapping his arms around your waist as his body settled itself between your legs. “C’mon doll, you were misbehavin’ you know I don’t wanna hurt you, c’mere gimme a hug”

YandereBakugou, who ignored any and all your protests when it came to physical touch. He would cuddle you in bed and the erection that pressed against your ass made you nauseous even worse was when he showered you, still being forced on a chain. This time it was connected to him. His hands running all over your body as he resisted bending you over the sink.

YandereBakugou, who began letting you have more freedom, allowing you into the living room and kitchen. He made sure all the knives were kept out of reach. A smile on his face after he convinced forced you to cook him dinner “gonna get a coffee machine too, so you can make me somethin’ sweet huh pet?”

YandereBakugou, who dragged you by your hair through the house after he came home one day to you picking at the balcony door lock. Bakugou who allowed you to roam the house whilst he was gone believing you loved him now and wouldn’t leave him.

YandereBakugou, who opened the cupboard door to see your wide wet eyes meet his. Your words muffled by the cloth gag, hands and legs rubbing against the rope that bound them. Bakugou who almost fell off balance when you practically jumped on him after being untied, fresh tears rolling down your face “m’sorry, p-please, dont leave me alone again” Bakugou who only rolled his eyes at your dramatics, it was only, what, two days?

YandereBakugou, who smiled down at you greeting him at the front door, adorned in one of his shirts as he smelled the meal you cooked from the kitchen. Bakugou who finally made you into his perfect partner no more fighting or protesting when he pulled your panties off. You just took it like a good girl “my good girl hmm”

[starlightshadowsworld]

Thinking about Atsushi adjusting to this new normal after being kicked out the only home he's ever known. And being homeless for at least 2 weeks.

There's a lock on his door that no one will open unless it's an emergency. He's never had privacy before.

He can own things, something he was never allowed to do before. Though the thought of something belonging to him makes his foot hurt.

The only chores he has to do are to upkeep his own living space.

There's no punishments other than a reprimand from Kunikida here and there. No orders, but suggestions and helpful hints.

There's no cage but there's a futon and it's softer than any park bench or street corner.

He doesn't have to sleep with an ear out so he can avoid any cops or other kids trying to attack while he's vulnerable.

Atsushi's safe and it's a concept he doesn't understand.

He doesn't have to outweigh the pros and cons of stealing or trying to find a soup kitchen. There's money in his hands to buy what he needs and it should feel great and it does but it's unnerving.

Atsushi's lived his whole life on survival mode that he doesn't know how to just live.

It's almost refreshing when the Port Mafia are hunting him because this, this is what he's used to this makes sense.

[e-r0da]

The gym.

Pro-hero Kirishima x Reader

AN: Posting this again. Got too embarrassed the first time around but fuck it we ball.

CW: NSFW, MDNI. Kiri is a yandere. Reader is afab and referred to with gn. Dub-con, praise, use of daddy/baby pet names, heavy-petting and fingering, oral, dacryphilia, and a smidge of impact-play and ass-play but it’s teeny tiny. Reader is developing Stockholm syndrome but they’re in denial.

Wc: 2.2k

“You want to use the gym? Why?”

“Well...I want to be strong—like you!”

Would he buy that?

You held your breath as Kirishima stopped shoveling food into his mouth, opting to chew slowly as he contemplated your words.

You had been working towards this—towards his trust—for months. Would you fail now?

Subconsciously your feet shift, pointing towards the kitchen door. Towards the escape. Not that it would do you any good if you really needed it.

He swallowed.

“You feeling insecure baby? Don’t get me wrong—“ you saw a bit of a blush bloom on his cheeks “—I love that you think I’m strong…but you don’t have to be.”

Huh.

You had told yourself you would stop immediately if he gave you a hard no…but this was harder to read. You don’t need to be strong like him…? Or you shouldn’t be?

You test the waters.

“I-it’s not that exactly. You know I used to go to the gym…before. I miss it. I miss being able to challenge myself.”

You had to choose your words wisely. This was about what you needed for yourself—not about anything he was failing to provide. Saying anything that even insinuated as much would hurt him, and that wouldn’t work.

In the beginning, when you still thought that you could forge a way out on your own, hurting him didn’t bother you. But now that you’ve realized that the only way out was through Kirishima, well. You were forced to come to terms with the fact that hurting him also made him more overbearing, less generous with your liberties.

So you squirmed in your seat, trying to read his silence before deciding to push harder.

You laced your plea with a bit of vulnerability, hoping that would make it ring true.

“I-uh.”

“Yeah?”

“And I guess some insecurity plays into it, too.”

He leans in. You lower your gaze.

The last part comes out as a whisper. “I mean...there’s nothing left to squeeze...down there…”

Jackpot.

Kirishima let out a hoarse chuckle at your confession. You mimicked him, but your laughter came out of relief. You did it.

“Baby! Baby. C’mere.”

He pulled his chair back, spreading thick thighs to make you a seat on his lap while you made your way over. As you straddle his legs, he starts preparing you a spoonful of the kimchi rice you two had made earlier. It’s covered in runny egg yolk as you like, the gooey softness hiding the spice beneath.

He tells you to open wide before he stuffs you with it.

“First of all, I think you have the cutest tush I’ve ever seen, baby. So don’t say that.”

It’s embarrassing the way he watches intently as you chew and try to nod, the way he wipes off a bit of yolk from the side of your mouth, the way he fusses over you.

But to an extent it also made your heart ache, remembering that it was the way he cared—and continues to do so—that made you initially fall for him.

“—plus, I meant what I said, ‘ya know? I’ll take care of you.” He draws you further into him, guiding your head into the crook of his neck, before sliding the hand between your shoulder blades and then down over the curve of your ass. Your heart stutters in your throat when he places a small peck over your earlobe and hums softly, just like he used to do when things were normal.

“So if that means exercise, hmm… We can go to the gym room starting tomorrow! Oh, and of course I can be your personal trainer and give you pointers…” You release a small whimper at the realization of your success. And maybe just a bit at the hand that was now wandering over your backside. Your mind flickered between that taste of freedom and his actions. It felt so good that you didn’t want to think about the way you embraced them both. He continued on. “…of course I’ll keep track of all your…growth so you don’t need to worry about a thing…and, well, there’s a lot of ways we can get cardio covered without going outside…”

He was working you. So well that you couldn’t help but arch your back, pushing further into his chest as he slowly slid his fingers up and down your clothed pussy before giving it the softest of slaps, jolting your attention back to the present. Back to the man that owns you. The man you were trying to bargain with.

You look up at him, warm cheeks evidence of his effect. His affection. He looks down at you and grins. It’s filled with sharp teeth, interlaced with a bit of hunger.

“I love you no matter what shape you’re in, though. So if you ever wanna stop you just tell me, okay?”

Sometimes you forget this is the same man that keeps you hostage.

“T-thank you, Eijirou. It—this—means a lot to me.” You almost surprise yourself with how genuine your response is. You reason that it’s probably because you had only been allowed into just three rooms—the bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen—until just now.

That has to be it right? Gratitude for the man that provides for you so well?

According to that logic it’s only fair, you think, to give him something in return for his generosity. So you nuzzle back into him, placing a chaste kiss in the crook of his neck before ghosting your lips over his ears, testing if he agrees. And the way he jolts beneath you feels like everything you need.

So you take it another step further and whisper for him, like a sin—like a confession.

“You’re so good to me, daddy.”

Just for tonight, you think.

Just for tonight he can be the man you loved again.

You’re rewarded by the feeling of him stiff, hot, and ready beneath you—then of his tongue, demanding and wet as he crashes into you from above with a kiss. He almost growls into your mouth.

“Good fucking girl.There she is.”

You feel yourself clench around nothing at his words, choosing to chase down the shame of your actions by committing fully. You don’t want to stop, not when it feels this euphoric.

Not when you’ve been this lonely.

How long has it been?

How long has it been since he's touched you like this, since he’s lifted your dress and stared at your bare form with such adoration, such heat?

Maybe there was a reason why it's been so long, but now is not the time to remember painful things.

His hands drift back down to your lower half, neglecting his own pleasure in favor of remembering the feeling of yours. When his fingers reach to feel your pussy once more, he groans when he can feel your wetness through your panties.

“Baby, oh baby fuck.”

The light at the end of the tunnel is further than ever before as you plead with him.

“Eijirou, oh—please, you need t—mh! Please touch me.”

Your consent is all he needs to be put into action, thick arms wrapping underneath you as he lifts you up and walks you both to the bedroom, dinner long forgotten. You wrap your hands in his hair, still damp from his shower, as you whine into his mouth.

No man has ever made you feel this needy.

He softly detaches from you to lay you down on your shared bed, watching your sprawled, breathless form with wild eyes. Somewhere in your haze he ties his hair back into a small bun.

“So fucking beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful.”

He leans over your form, forearms caging you in as he kisses you again. The two of you shake at the feeling of his bulge making contact with your heat, and almost desperately he begins to grind down into you, as if trying to burn through the layers that separate you.

He watches the place where you both connect before releasing a shaky groan into your mouth.

Maybe you know that he’s missed this. But now you realize that you’ve missed it, too.

He backs up a bit to allow impatient hands to trace your form—down the sides of your arms to your hips and waist—then underneath your ass in favor of pushing your thighs to your chest. He stares at the apex of your legs for a moment, deadly silent, before slowly moving his gaze back to yours. It’s red. Everything is red.

Breathlessly, he asks you. “Want my fingers, baby?”

Somewhere deep inside you recognize this moment as a point of no return. And what started as a fight for a sliver of freedom was quickly falling out of your control, but you were failing to realize it.

“Y-yes. Please, Eijirou. Please—mh!”

There would be a special spot in hell for the two of you when this was all said and done.

Your eyes were wide open as his lips engulfed yours, allowing you to watch the way your words sent a violent ripple of his quirk coursing through his body.

The view had you in awe, the feeling only magnified as you felt thick, calloused fingers grasp your panties, moving them to the side.

His desperate breaths on your neck contrasted the gentle ministrations of his hands exploring your pussy, simply feeling its wetness with something akin to wonder.

Why did you make him wait so long, is what fingers seem to ask with the way they hold you.

You try to lean in for another kiss, but he was already gone, dragging your lower half to the edge of the bed where he could watch you twitch and whine from on his knees.

And then he was on you.

You heard a quiet fuck leave Kirishima’s lips but the sound didn’t quite register over the feeling of him dragging his nose through your sex, inhaling your scent deeply as if to ingrain it into his memory.

Without so much as a warning he swipes a finger over your pussy, rubbing the lips from side to side, making you listen to the soft shlick! shlick! shlick! of your arousal—as if he was trying to provide both of you evidence that you still wanted him.

And then he was inside, finger inching into you, eyes glued to your face as you squeezed yours closed in favor of panting softly at the feeling.

“How is my baby doing, huh? She uh—” His gaze quickly shifts downwards “—she miss me?”

“S-so much, daddy” you practically whine. “so much!”

It’s too much, even.

He coos. “I can’t believe I’ve been neglecting my baby like this—” he starts to pump in and out of you, slowly, caressingly. He wants to make you cry. “—want me to make it all better?”

The slight friction had you clamping down around him. You were moaning like he was fucking you, and he just had a finger in. You knew that maybe this would feed his ego, but right now you couldn’t find it in you to be sensible, to care.

“Yes!” His finger starts to withdraw.

“Yes who, baby?”

“Daddy—” you breathe. How could you forget? “—yes, daddy—please daddy.”

A second finger forces its way into your heat, a silent approval of your choice of words that you have no choice but to accept glutinously, a deep hoarse whine slipping from your mouth as you do so.

“Daddy will always give his baby what she wants. Isn’t that right?”

You pant and moan rhythmically with the way he presses against your walls, mental capacity beyond responding. All that you know right now is In. Out. In. Out. And the way he breathily mimics—or matches—your whines as they grow more frantic.

He tells you to hug your knees to your chest and he loves the way you wordlessly comply, knowing how to draw out your more desperate moans when you feel a wet finger slide around the ring of muscle outlining your asshole. Kirishima planned on giving you everything right now. Who knew when you would be this pliable again?

The pleasure you feel when his spit lands on your pussy just a second later—before sliding down and down—makes you want to sob. He’s lubricating you just enough for him to press the tip of his thumb inside your second hole, all the while being your good, consistent daddy that doesn’t stop fucking your pussy with his other hand.

He gets up from his knees slowly, hands still working you, as he moves in favor of having his face over yours, watching your facial expressions transform just for him.

Subconscious tears are slipping from the corners of your eyes, giving him an excuse to lick at your face like a loyal watchdog. Your legs begin to shake. He’s everywhere. Inescapable.

You’re falling, giving in to it, gleefully trying to have it all without thinking about the consequences—when he removes his hands from your body without so much as a warning.

Of course it had to be a choice.

There were a lot of people who thought Eijirou was stupid. Just brawns.

They would never know, at least not as well as you did, how much it hurt to underestimate him.

“…Does my baby want to be fucked?”

You knew he had been waiting—waiting for you to come to him of your own volition.

If you said yes he would take it as you giving in. Of you loving him, in some way or another, like you had before.

After all, breaking you down was always his goal.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Double Trouble

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summary: when you’re pregnant with the quarterback of the cincinnati bengal’s twins, you just have to incorporate your husband’s teammates into your gender reveal.

warnings: fluff, mentions of pregnancy

pairing: joe burrow x reader

Imagine universe: into the mystic

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(y/n's pov)

"good morning, mamas" - joe grinned

i opened my eyes to see joe walking into our bedroom holding a tray with breakfast on it.

"morning, baby" - you

i leaned up and joe placed the tray on my lap.

as soon as he knew i was situated, joe got under the covers and sat in bed next to me.

"how'd you sleep?" - joe

"not bad, the babies were kicking though so that was distracting" - you

"they're kicking already?!" - joe

"yeah i'm 17 weeks, that's when they start kicking joe." - you

"do you think i could feel it if i put my hand on your bump?" - joe

"probably. here, give me your hand" - you

joe stuck his hand out and i took it, placing it on my bump.

i felt one of the twins kick and joe did too, his face lit up and he stared at me smiling.

“that feels insane, it’s so cool though. it’s really reassuring.” - joe

i watched joe lay his head on my bump, trying to get closer to his babies.

"you're so cute" - you

joe leaned up for a second and smiled at me, his head then went back down to my bump and he placed to kisses on it. one for each twin.

after he was done, joe laid next to me and put spongebob on.

i just enjoyed watching it as i ate the breakfast joe prepared for me.

"do you think we’re having two girls, a boy and a girl, or two boys?" - joe

"girls" - you

"i think it’s two boys but we'll find out tonight, right?" - joe smiled

i nodded and kissed his cheek before i finally started eating. joe was preoccupied watching his show while laying on my shoulder and tracing small shapes on my bump.

after the episode was finished and i was done with my breakfast, joe rolled over to give me a kiss before standing up from the bed.

"i guess i’m gonna leave you alone now so that you can get ready for the party" - joe

"thank you for breakfast, i love you" - you

"you're welcome, i love you too" - joe kissed you

joe retreated to the living room, leaving me some peace and quiet to get ready for the twins gender reveal.

i was wearing a flowy white dress that had little pink and blue flowers embroidered in it.

the cut was low, so i knew joe was gonna love it.

i curled my hair and waited for alexa to arrive for her to do my makeup.

*time skip*

i was in the kitchen helping my mom put the gender reveal oriented treats out when joe walked in through the back door.

“baby, the decorations are here and i have literally no idea how you want them set up so.." - joe

“you need help?” - you

“yes” - joe grinned

“joseph! you’re really going to make your pregnant wife help you with those heavy and big decorations?” - robin walked in

i couldn’t help but laugh at joe’s annoyed face as he was scolded by his mother.

“i’m still the one moving them mom, she’s just telling me where they go. i promise she won’t have to lift a finger.” - joe

“good.” - robin

as i moved out of the kitchen and up to joe his hands found their way to the small of my back as my hands rested on his chest.

“i love you.” - joe smiled

“i love you too.” - you met him halfway and kissed his perfect lips

both of our moms stood in the kitchen smiling at the sight of their kids in love.

“i’m not gonna lie i’m kinda nervous.” - joe

“that’s expected, joey. we’re finding out the genders of our first kids, that’s kinda nerve racking.” - you

“it is. i’m also so excited and very happy though. we’re gonna be such a good team when it comes to parenting.” - joe smirked

“duh.” - you smiled back

we stood there for a few more minutes, flirting with each other even though we were literally married till my friends started to arrive.

there were pro’s and con’s when it came to joe’s job in the nfl. it sure did cause us both anxiety, but i loved watching joe live out his dreams and the relationships it’s given us are irreplaceable.

my best friends (not including joe) were all girls i had met because of the bengals. gracie mcpherson, evan mcpherson’s wife. jess koehler, sam hubbard’s girlfriend. one of my college friends had also found themselves in love with a bengals player. alexa was one my closest friends while at lsu since she was my roommate, i was already dating joe so as she started tagging along to more games she developed feelings for ja’marr chase. she didn’t end up confessing to him till his senior year but they’ve been together ever since and live not that far from joe and i.

alexa, jess, and gracie all arrived at around the same time with their boys.

ja’marr held his 7 month old son on his hip, he was ja’marr chase jr. but we all referred to him as jj.

he was the most adorable thing ever and his love for joe is what makes me secretly want a boy so bad. i thought i was carrying two girls, but lately the thought of a mini version of joe running around usually ended in me crying.

alexa, jess, and gracie all gave me a hug while joe was occupied talking to the guys.

“wanna help me set up?” - you

all the girls nodded and followed me outside, i turned around when i remembered that joe still had to get ready.

"joe can you please get ready?" - you

"i am ready?" - joe

i examined joes grey skinny jeans and black t-shirt pairing before shooting him a “really?” look.

"your outfit is hanging up in the closet" - you

"what's wrong with what i have on?" - joe

i turned around and answered his questions as i walked off.

"your outfit is hanging up in the closet!" - you

as i walked into the backyard i could hear the guys laughing and giving joe a hard time.

about 10 minutes of us struggling i decided it was probably best to get joe to help us actually move everything while i just directed him.

after sending him a quick text asking him to report to the backyard, he was walking out the back door in less than 2 minutes.

joe smiled to himself as he watched the golden hour lighting hitting your soft skin, accentuating the bump you’ve both come to love so dearly.

"do i look alright?" - joe

he walked up to me and did a little spin, showing off the outfit i picked out for him.

after his spin he put his arms around me and pulled me to him, my hands naturally falling into his chest.

"you look amazing" - you smiled

he kissed me but while he pulled away he whispered something in my ear.

"you look pretty good too baby, love the cut of the dress" - joe whispered

"ewwwwww" - alexa

i laughed as i laid my head on joes shoulder.

alexa took a picture of us and snickered before saying, “y'all are obsessed with each other."

"do you want me to get jamarr out here too? you'll stop complaining then" - joe

as i was laying on his shoulder i looked up at him and noticed the stubble on his chin.

i loved joe’s beard, loved. after him recently growing out his hair i didn’t think he would be growing any facial hair, just keeping the fade and freshly shaven face.

"joey, when was the last time you shaved?" - you

"three days ago. i’m thinking about growing it back out. what do ya think?" - joe

joe knew full and well that i loved when he had his beard so in return i placed kisses along his stubbled jawline.

"i’m gonna take that as a yes to growing it back out?" - joe chuckled

i leaned away from him and nodded, alexa and gracie stood a few feet away. they thought the moment was cute but we’re slightly annoyed that joe and i were more of a distraction than help.

"are y'all gonna stand there and fawn over each other or help us?!" - alexa

joes arms fell from my waist and he took my hand, walking us over to help alexa.

it wasn't long till ja'marr walked out to help too, so alexa and i directed the boys as they put the decorations up.

about an hour later everything was set up and ready and people started arriving.

our backyard was pretty spacious so we had many tables for guests to sit at and tables for food.

since joe and i were more than fortunate we asked for people not to buy us gifts because we were perfectly capable of buying everything for the twins on our own.

by the time that all the guests had arrived, joe and i made our rounds to all the tables to thank everyone for coming.

once family and friends were done, we walked over to the long table specially for the team. they were all in attendance, including coach taylor.

they were going to be apart of the reveal.

after everyone was done eating and playing games i herded the football team inside the house to explain to them what they were going to do.

they all stood in a circle, me standing in the middle explaining everything.

"okay so just get into position like you guys are scrimmaging at practice. ted when i give you signal snap the ball to joe, joe you throw the ball to ja'marr and you better catch it because as a celebration you'll spike it on the ground and it'll explode blue or pink. that's for twin number 1. now for twin number two this is just evan. i have a tee set up and you'll kick the ball like you're kicking a field goal. whatever color comes out, blue or pink, that's twin 2" - you

"that's so cool" - evan

all the guys clapped and cheered causing me to smile.

"who came up with this? because it definitely wasn't joe" - sam (h) chuckled

"i did" - you grinned

"figured, lord knows burrow isn't the party planner type" - tyler b laughed

"hey now, i picked out the food" - joe

"yeah now answer this. who picked out your outfit?" - tee chuckled

"y/n.." - joe sighed

"knew it!" - tee laughed

the whole team erupted into laughter but joe rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"okay okay okay everyone calm down! do you guys know what they're doing?" - you

"am i allowed to sack joe?" - sam (h)

"no, d-line i swear don't try to sack joe" - you

"okay. now does everyone understand?" - you

everyone nodded so the circle opened for me to exit, the boys following behind me.

once we were all outside and the boys were in their positions alexa and gracie got everyone's attention.

"okay everyone! if you'd direct your attention to the children- i mean team." - alexa jokes

everyone laughed as gracie continued on

"the ball will explode pink or blue revealing the gender of twin 1" - gracie

they moved out of the way and joe gave me a quick kiss before i handed him the ball.

i backed up a little and joe handed the ball to ted.

all the players got into position.

"set hut!" - joe

ted snapped the ball to joe who threw it to ja'marr.

ja'marr caught it and ran to the end of the yard.

he spiked the ball and blue powder came flying out.

the entire team started jumping up and down excited.

they all ran towards joe but he bypassed them and went straight for me.

he picked me up and spun me around as my arms went around his neck.

"we're having a boy!!" - joe yelled

i was literally crying at this point, from the excitement from joe + the rest of the team and a mix of hormones.

when joe and i pulled away from each other we looked at each other and noticed we were both crying so we laughed for a second then wiped the tears off of the others face.

the team moved over into a corner, giving evan plenty of room for his kick.

"now shooter over here is gonna kick the ball like he's kicking a field goal and again the ball will explode either pink or blue" - gracie

evan set the ball on the tee and took a few steps back before running up too it and kicking the ball.

it exploded and blue powder filled the sky again.

the boys all jumped up and down again and joe pulled me back into a hug as we both cried more.

"two boys!" - you

"i've never been so happy" - joe smiled

"aww joey" - you kissed his cheek

i don’t think i’d ever been so happy either. there were two little mini joe’s that were going to come into the world in around 4 months and with actual joe by my side, i knew i was set to be one lucky momma.

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author’s note: lil fluff imagine todayyyy.. smut is probably next 😏😏😏

(CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT JOE HAS STUBBLE IN HIS PRESS CONFERENCE TODAY??????? TALK ABT HOT.)

hope you enjoyed! ❤️