#this whole show really started with them and here are they now 😭 the strands deserve this!!!!!

[lonestardust]

from both of them going through different forms of lose, owen with his cancer and knowing that he might not live to see his boy getting married or be there for him in the future and tk going through breakup and heartache losing what he thought is love and the future he was planning and his sobriety, to owen bringing him down to texas telling him "my only priority right now is that you live" and tk later telling him "from now on I've got your back dad" and suddenly their lives shift; finding community, finding family, and finding love and their way to healing.. and everything that happened from that point to losing gwyn and then with the huntington’s disease where everything for him and tk temporarily got crushed by the potential of having it in the future and with owen knowing that he will lose the brother that just came back into his life, to this moment here; tk's happiest day, and owen seeing his son happy, healthy and starting a future with a man that is capable and decent and takes good care of him... im crying..

[pickingupmymercedes]

hiii! Again, congrats on your 500 followers. I was wondering if you could do a blurb where Lewis and his wife (y/n) are in labour and just see how Lewis comforts her? (if yk what I mean 😭😭) just some cute sappy moments between them when she’s in labour before their first kid is born, and maybe a moment after the delivery?

Thank you lovely ❤️❤️

I chose a prompt for you, hope you like it

"Is that a rethorical question? You genuinely want an answer?"

Lewis paced back and forth in the dimly lit hospital room, glancing anxiously at the clock on the wall. It felt like they had been there for days, although it had only been a few hours since Y/n's contractions had really started to pick up.

The warm water of the birthing pool swirled gently around her as she leaned back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position. "How are you feeling, love?" Lewis asked, his voice a mixture of concern and helplessness.

Y/n shot him a tired look, her hair up in a mess of a bun, few strands plastered to her forehead with sweat. " Tired and cranky. I just want this baby out of me."

Lewis winced slightly at how helpless he was to the whole scene he had been watching.

"Okay, focus on your breathing, babe," Lewis tried, his voice a touch shaky despite his calm demeanor. "Remember? Deep breaths, just like we practiced."

Y/n sighed, then grimaced as another contraction hit. She gripped the sides of the pool, breathing deeply through the pain, and through gritted teeth, managed a one-word reply. "Useless."

Lewis chuckled nervously reaching for her fingers, trying to pry them from the grasp she had around the plastic material. "Maybe not entirely useless. It seems to be keeping you at least semi-coherent."

"That's not funny, Lewis," she groaned, squeezing his hand so hard his fingers threatened to revolt.

He winced, but didn't complain “Is there anything I can do? Do you need more water or, um, a massage or something?"

Y/n sighed, then grimaced as another contraction hit. She gripped back the sides of the pool, breathing deeply through the pain. "I don't know, just... be here. Talk to me. Distract me from this never-ending torture."

Lewis scratched his head, racking his brain for anything that might help in the slightest. "Alright, well, did you know that I can solve a Rubik's Cube?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the pain. "Are you for real?"

Lewis laughed, the tension easing a bit. " Seriously. Maybe I’ll show you sometime."

"Sure," Y/n muttered, rolling her eyes but looking a bit more relaxed. "That’ll be a great bonding activity when your child is not trying to get out of my womb."

Lewis knelt by the side of the pool, reaching out to hold Y/n's hand. He stroked her hair gently with his other hand, his touch soothing. "You’re doing amazing love. I know it’s tough, but you’re so strong. And soon, we’ll have our baby in our arms. Just a little longer, okay?"

Y/n nodded, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to conserve her energy. "I know. I just... I didn’t think it would take this long.

A beat of silence. Then, hesitantly Lewis whispered near her "Is an epidural still out of our plans?"

Y/n's eyes narrowed. "Is that a rhetorical question, Lewis? You genuinely want an answer?"

Lewis’s brow furrowed in worry. "Are you sure, love? It might help with the pain."

"Naturally," she insisted, her voice a ragged whisper. "Remember, no drugs. We talked about this."

He sighed, defeated. Y/n was unbelievably strong, both physically and mentally. He admired that fire in her, but right now, he just wanted her comfortable. He dipped a washcloth and cleaned a line of sweat off of her face.

"Alright" Lewis said softly, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "I’m right here with you, every step of the way."

As another contraction wracked her body, Y/n bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes.

"You're doing amazing, you know that?" he murmured. "Strongest woman I know."

"Except for maybe Serena Williams" Y/n mumbled back, a flicker of pride returning to her voice.

Lewis chuckled. "Maybe. But you’re giving her a run for her money here babe.”

The silence in the recovery room was a grateful contrast to the hectic atmosphere of the delivery room just a couple of hours later. Their family had come and left already and the air was now only punctuated by the rhythmic snuffles of their newborn daughter nestled in Lewis's arms. He traced a finger down her tiny cheek, marveling at the delicate perfection of her features. Y/n, was drained but couldn’t find in her to close her eyes, a radiant smile gracing her lips as she watched Lewis become a father.

"Look at those eyelashes" she whispered; her voice hoarse. "They're yours."

A lump formed in Lewis's throat. He glanced at Y/n, his heart overflowing with a love he never knew existed. "They wouldn't be here without you." he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/n reached out, her fingers brushing against one of his hands that wrapped around most of her small back "She's perfect, isn't she?"

Lewis nodded, tears threatening to spill. "More than perfect. You’re both my everything now"

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[gonegirlaccount]

Hiii

I saw that you were writing again and I saw that u write for tbp so I was wondering if you could so a Vance Hopper with a reader with curly hair the promp being that they help him with his curls (I wanna do his hair so bad😭) if you do this tysm

Sure np! :D

Curls. (Vance Hopper + GN!reader)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ It was Friday after school, which meant there was no school tomorrow. So you decided to go over to Vance’s house and stay the night. You knocked on the door and instead of Vance opening the door, it was his mom.

“Oh thank goodness you came (Y/N)! I was just about to call you. You’re the person Vance really wants to see but he won’t tell me why. Just go to his room.” She smiles at you then heads back to the living room. Why was Vance going to call you?

You slipped off your sneakers and left them near the door, then you headed towards the blond’s room. You knocked on the door and was greeted by the boy with a comb stuck in his frizzy hair. You covered your mouth as you giggled a little. “It’s not funny, (Y/N)..!”

The blond grumbled, his face a light red in embarrassment. “Okay, okay. So if I’m guessing correctly…you want me to help you with your hair? Am I right or am I not?” You smile at him.

“..you’re right. So, can you help or not?” He says. “Yeah I can help. I just gotta go get some supplies. Go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

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You came back into the house with a bag full of supplies you use for your curls, walking into the bathroom to see Vance exactly where you asked him to be.

you then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Vance’s shoulders. “Alright put your head into the sink Vance.” The blond does what you say then you turn the water on, making sure every part of his hair is wet.

As soon as you were sure every part of his hair was wet, you lifted his head out of the sink. He looked in the mirror and saw his curls curling. “That’s all I had to do?” He says, getting ready to get out the bathroom. “Nope Vance, there’s still a lot to do. Can’t leave your hair like this or else it gets frizzy and tangled.” You grin.

He sighs. “First we have to detangle your hair.” You say, spraying a detangle mist into his hair. The blond starts coughing. “You got it in my mouth!” “Calm down, you’re acting like I poured the whole bottle in your mouth…”

After you successfully detangled his hair, you put in some curl creme. “Imma leave some supplies here so you can do this yourself, alright?” Vance nodded and you could see a tiny smile on him. You put his hair into a bun and decided to do finger-curls on him.

“This is how you tell how your curls want to be separated.” You comb his hair and see his curls separate into four. You then wrapped a strand of his hair around your finger, held it there then let it bounce into a curl.

“One strand down, only a few more to go!”

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”Ta-da! So, what do you think Vance?” You smiled as you got him up and led him to the mirror, showing off his new curly style.

The blond looked at his hair and felt it, a grin appearing on his face. “My hair looks fucking awesome!” He laughs, his grin widening.

You cleared your throat and looked at Vance with a raised eyebrow. “Oh. Right. Thanks, (Y/N).” He gives you a hug. And you hug him back.

“So I have to do this myself..” “once a week, Vance. I could do it for you if you’d like.” You tell Vance with a smile. “Yeah…could you do it for me?” “Ofcourse. Who am I to deny you?”

He grins and ruffles your hair, getting a giggle out of you.

“Wanna play pin-ball now?” “Hell yeah (Y/N)!”

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like and/or reblog if you want to pookies, I’d appreciate it 😜🫶🏽.

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

Watching you take out your box briads

This is for my black queens and kings 🥳

Lineup: Kuroo x reader, Bokuto x reader

Notes: Bro I really need to finish my two stories that I got in my drafts. I’m thinking on working on another chill days with someone else or having a YouTube channel with the Haikyuu boys

More notes: although this is for my melanated kings and queens If you have curly hair just go pass the box braids part

Kuroo

🐓: he watched you like 👁👄👁

🐓: then he was like: 👁💧👄💧👁

🐓: he loved your box braids 😪

🐓: “why are you taking them out?”

“Because its time”

🐓: then he just watched you take them out

🐓: “Kuroo, are you gonna help me?”

“Uhm sureeee”

🐓: he really was scared

🐓: “Does it hurt” “how much do I cut?” “How do i do this again?”

🐓: please instruct him again 💀

🐓: after a while he get used to it

🐓: when y’all finished he was fascinated by your hair

🐓: “woah you should wear you hair like this more often”

🐓: “okay time to wash” you say

🐓: my guy was like “👁👄👁... there’s more?”

🐓: like yes there is more

🐓: you show him your hair products and him being the nerd he is he starts to read more into the products

🐓: “Hey, this has benzene in it, you shouldn’t use it”

🐓: help you pick out the right hair products 😛

🐓: lemme just say Kuroo giving your scalp a massage feels like heaven

🐓: they should really put on google that one of the best feelings on earth is him giving you a scalp massage

🐓: girl you’re fair was squeaky clean after he finished washing it

🐓: he finds it fascinating how when your hair touches the water it curls up

🐓: once again his face was like “👁👄👁”

🐓: like I said before he helped you pick out the right product for your hair so y’all already had your products set 😏

🐓: “okay first you take the two strands and then you cross them over, and then you repeat that untill it starts twisting, here I’ll show you”

🐓: 👁👄👁

🐓: he was struggling but you didn’t want to tell him that 😭

🐓: you slowed him down and showed him how to do it again

🐓: after that he had it down

🐓: LIKE YOUR HAIR WAS LOOKIN BOMB

🐓: and now this time your were like 👁👄👁

🐓: hair beautiful, skin melanin, hotel trivago

🐓: you stomped on all them hoes 😾

🐓: Kuroo had a lot more fun with styling your hair so he helps with that often from that day forward

🐓: but girl you gotta beg him to give you a scalp massage

🐓: he ends up giving in 🤩

Bokuto

🦉: absolutely mesmerized

🦉: he first walked in on you cutting off the fake hair and she was shook

🦉: “BABY WHAT ARE YOU DOING”

“I’m cutting off my box braids”

“Nani-”

🦉: you explain to him the whole process and now he wants to get box braids

Like uhm chile- let’s not do that-

“Bo, no you can’t that’s cultural appropriation”

“OHH RIGHT, MY BAD I FORGOT”

🦉: you’ve told Bokuto about Cultural Appropriation

🦉: I also wanna say I think that Bokuto Is aware of many things like cultural appropriation he’s not slow ✋🏾

🦉: you just went more in depth about it

🦉: anyways enough of that he offers to help you

“Bo, don’t cut to high”

“Okay, baby”

*snip*

“AWW SHIT”

Girl you lunged so far away from him

“WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED, DID YOU CUT MY HAIR?!?!”

“NO OF COURSE NOT, I think I cut to low”

“How do you do it right?” He continues

Girl you could if had a whole heart attack 🚪🚶🏾‍♀️

🦉: anywho when y’all are done taking out your hair his hands reached right for your head

🦉: “WOAH ITS SO WAVYY”

🦉: he just wants to chill with you, him, and your hair

🦉: when it’s time to wash hair he offers to help again

🦉: “Your Hair is so pretty 🤩”

🦉: he looked just like that emoji, with the stars in his eyes

🦉: when it comes to styling he is asking about the products

🦉: “Baby whats a twisting butter?”

🦉: you review the product with him and you allow him to choose which products to use

🦉: “Aunt Jackie’s?”

🦉: did I mention he had many questions

🦉: styling your hair was a whole adventure with him

🦉: “okay Bo, I’m going to take one section and show you how to do it, alright?”

“I got it”

🦉: you demonstrate what to do and he follows through real nice

🦉: like seriously you were like 🤭

🦉: CAUSE FIRL YOUR HAIR WAS LOOKING GOOOODDDDD

🦉: best boy when it comes to doing hair

🦉: from now on your hair wash days turned into our hair wash days

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MasterList

HEY FRIENDS this is for mi melanin queens and kings🤴🏾 👸🏾

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH

I hope you enjoyed it 🤍 Please Like, comment what you think and follow 🤍 have a great day 🤍

[agentnatesewell]

Have you done 49 for M and/or A yet? Love these parent prompts they're so good 👌😭

Oh thank you, lovely anon! I’m so happy that you are enjoying the UB as parents drabbles! I’ve been having so much fun with them and I have appreciated all the support and the requests. You all are lovely. 💕 I did this prompt for M and here is this prompt for A!

Being unable to stay mad at little one when they give you puppy dog eyes.

Ava: She checks her watch again. It’s now five past the hour and her child is not at the kitchen table, pulling out their tablet for this week’s Latin lesson. She and the detective have been experimenting with allowing some independence with their child as they approach double digits in age.

And today that limit will tighten. Because they are late. Worse yet, they were likely in the common room, playing on their game device (the detective’s idea to put in scheduled entertainment before the weekly two-hour long lesson).

She waits five more minutes, fists and jaw clenching and unclenching. It is time to retrieve them.

Ava senses something in the air, an eerie calm with sharp blips cutting the silence. The further she moves down the hall, the clearer that sound is - the sound of crying. Her pace quickens, sprinting to her destination. Had her child been hurt? Is that the explanation for their tardiness.

As she pushes the door open, Ava cannot calm the rapid beat of her heart. It thunders in her ears. A gasp escapes her lips, unable to control her reaction. Her child is huddled in a corner, their folded stance one of mourning. In front of them lies a broken heap of what looks like porcelain.

“What happened?” Ava asks, walking in, smoothing the flax strands of hair back, curling those loose behind her ear. “Are you hurt?”

Her child wipes their eyes with the back of their hand. They shake their head and Ava lets out a breath of relief. “I-I was running. And ...” they pause to sniffle several times. “I broke ...”

Ava crouches, gritting her teeth. That is the vase Nat had talked about for a whole week, saving a month’s salary for a down payment (it has been recently paid off). “You know the rule about running in this particular room.” Her reminder is not one with a reprimanding tone, the edges removed.

They nod, icy green eyes rivaling her own looking back at her, tears threatening to spill. “I’m really sorry. Aunt Natty will be mad?”

Ava shakes her head. “No, she will not be mad. Not ever at you. She will want to know if you are hurt. And you are not hurt?” They move to stand, showing off their limbs to assure they were physically fine.

If it were anyone else, Ava would have been incensed, especially with a disregard for the rules. But her child is clearly distraught and luckily, they are unharmed. Ava stands as well, offering her hand. “Lets go find Aunt Nat and tell her what happened. I’ll want you to help her in the library this week, understood?” They nod.

Ava slides a foot to start walking out but stops, bending so she could look her child in the eye. She hesistates for a spilt moment before wrapping her child in a hug.

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