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acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies · 5 months

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Hi lovely! First of all: your writing is amazing. You have a huge potential, keep up your good work! I'm proud of you. Listen, of courseee now that I've flattered you I need to request something xD

SO! I was thinking maybe fluff prompt 11 with Azriel. Like it would be their first pregnancy together and Azriel took some time off from missions to spend time with you? He's being super protective and all, always having a protective hand over the reader's belly- you get the idea. And like they would be laying on the couch and he would just randomly whiff of the reader's scent filled with her pregnancy hormones and be like, delighted with the scent? It was just an idea I had: I figured you would be able to make it into beautiful words. Like always.

Take care!

Babies

Azriel x Rhysand sister!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, fluff, suggestive

Prompts: N/A

Summary: It’s your first pregnancy and Az is being an overprotective mate. But you love it.

a/n dude i literally love @azsazz for all her dad!azriel fics also i don’t think ultrasound pictures are a thing in acotar so bare with me, i hope you don’t mind i didn’t include prompt 11 i just didn’t think it fit into the story.

“You’re pregnant,” Madja’s voice rang through my ears.

“Pregnant, that can’t be” I whisper. “Y/N my dear it turns out you are really fertile, more so than normal fae females,”

“I’m having a baby,” I mumble out, “I need to tel Azriel, when should I see you next?”

It wasn’t as if Azriel and I hadn’t talked about children. Fuck we had come up with baby names before all of this. So why was I so nervous as I waited for Az to come home.

Madja had given me a picture of the babe. I had it laid on a table with a cake that said “You’re gonna be a dad”.

The time seemed to pass slower, the clock’s ticking dimmed. I could hear the songs of the birds returning for the night, see the sunset pour into the room.

The door clicked, and I practically jumped out of my seat and rushed to the open it. I think I gave Azriel a heart attack with how quickly, I opened the door and pounced on him. He reciprocated my actions with a searing kiss.

“Hi,” I whisper against his lips, he chuckles and shuts the door, making sure to lock it. “What’s gotten you so excited?” he asks.

“I have a surprise for you in the kitchen,” I murmur my mind still hazy from the kiss.

“Oh you do?” he smirks. Rolling my eyes, I jump off and grab his hand, “It’s not that kind of surprise,”.

Guiding him by his arm, I drag him towards the kitchen. Standing on my tippy toes, my hand goes to cover his eyes right before we enter the kitchen.

I look around at the swirls of black surrounding both Az and I’s torsos. Leaning down, I whisper “Don’t tell him anything,”.

As if they hear me they frantically move up and down as if saying yes.

Taking a deep breath in, we walk into the kitchen. Reluctantly pulling my hand away from his face, I look at him in anticipation of his reaction.

His eyes flutter open, taking in his surroundings, he looks at the picture of the babe in my stomach, then his eyes wonder to the cake. He takes in the words written on the cake.

Turning around he gapes at me.

“We’re having a- you’re not joking right?” he says frantically. Unable to form words I shake my head as a no.

Within seconds, he’s picked me up and he’s twirling me around in the air.

I shriek at first but then it dies down into a soft smile as I see how happy he is. Once he’s put me down on the ground, he kneels and pulls up my shirt.

“Mummy and Daddy love you so much” he kisses my belly.

Halfway through my pregnancy, Azriel forced Rhysand to let him off until the babe was born. He spent every waking moment with me, making sure I was drinking enough water, eating enough food and stuff like that.

The pregnancy made him more protective, he growled at every single male he saw, that looked at me. But seeing the fearsome spymaster, on his knees kissing my belly or holding my belly from behind to relieve me of some of the pain was all worth it.

He had cried the day the babe’s scent finally came. He had promised me that he would be the best father ever. Not that I had any doubt about it.

I stayed at home mostly, to satisfy Azriel and also because no one wants to walk around a lot when you’re so close to your due date.

That’s why I was currently lying on top of Azriel, my back pressed against his chest as he read me one of the books Nesta had given me.

But all I could focus on was his voice. A rich melody filling the room like a sweet song. I shuffled against him.

He took a deep breathe, taking in the scent of the babe. And my pregnancy hormones. The second they hit his senses, he let out a deep growl that went straight down my spine to my heated core.

I carefully twisted around so I could kiss him. His soft lips pressed against mine, sent me into a frenzy. The way his arms grazed up my shorts and down the arms of my sleeveless top.

“Az,” I whine against his mouth, “Don’t be a tease,”.

“I would never dream of it my love,” he says grinning.

My hormones swapped out for a droopy feeling. I yawned against his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head. Going back to reading, he drew mindless circles on my exposed shoulder. And finally for the first time in days the babe had finally let me sleep.

“You and our daughter are my heart, darling” and that’s the last thing.

Cassian had barged into the living room of the couple’s new house. “How’s my favourite sister in la-”.

Azriel tells him to shut up as he motions to the sleeping figure on top of him. “Sorry,” Cassian winces.

Just seconds later Rhysand stomps into the room, “Where’s my sister?” he asks as he looks over at Cassian. “Don’t be too loud you’re going to wake the demon,” he whispers pointing over at Azriel and I. Lifting up my middle finger, I aim it towards Cassian and then mutter out a “Fuck you” loud enough for them to hear.

“Althea doesn’t like you, Rhys” I say, giggling.

“Oh and how would you know that sister dear?” He says with a roll of his eyes.

Just as I’m about to answer, I get interrupted.

“Althea is such a pretty name,” Cassian squeals.

“Yes we know, now get out” Azriel sighs exasperatedly.

They start protesting but I cut them off, “Either get out or bring me some cake,”.

As they walk out Cassian mutters under his breath, “Demon,”

“I heard that!”

a/n hope you liked this anon! dad!az just holds a special place in my heart 🫶🏻

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cameronspecial · 27 days

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OMGGG, I woke up today and thought of smth. It's gonna take forever to make if you do make this, but..

Drew starkey and Y/N, they meet at a fancy restaurant like this GIF

And Y/N thinks he's cute and she's like there waiter or smth and Drew is out for dinner w the cast to celebrate season 4 starting and she's just like really smiley or smth, anywaysss. They get eachothers numbers and talk a bit later that night and she finds out he's a Actor and he played in OBX and what not so she starts watching it and they eventually get tg after more talking. IDK, I WANT IT TO BE LONG LOWKEY, OR CHAPTERS OF THEM MEETING AND TALKING, HE FINDS OUT SOME HOW THAT SHE STARTED WATCHING OBX OR A MOVIE HE PLAYED IN AND SHES ALL BLUSHING AND EMBARRASSED, IDK ITS SM TO ASK- PLSSSS PLSSSS PLSSSSSSSSS PLEASEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

-Autumn

That's Him?!

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

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Y/N has been texting Drew all day. She shouldn’t have slipped him her number last night, but he was too good of the match not to take the chance to get to know him better. The table he had sat at was big, filled with, who she assumed were, his co-workers. They were all polite and respectful, helping make her job easy by being patient and stacking their plates when they were done, yet he stood out to her even in the sea of faces. He was attractive, no doubt, and always caught her attention with the most charming smile. He would joke and try to make polite conversation as she served his table. So once the time for them to close their cheque came, she took the opportunity to write her number down on his receipt. It turns out, the feeling is mutual.

I swear I didn’t know that Nair was a hair removal product. Logan didn’t believe me though. She giggles at his recounting of when he accidentally caused his brother to go bald, not noticing her sister’s arrival in the living room.

The shift in the couch beside her causes Y/N to turn her sister. “Are you still texting that guy from last night?” Via inquires. Y/N bites her bottom lip to hide her smile, “Yeah. He’s really sweet.” “Well, hopefully, this turns into something more because you need to get laid. Anyways, I’m going to watch my show down here.” The older sister doesn’t say anything as her sibling picks up the remote and switches it to Netflix.

Y/N continues her conversation with Drew, letting the show on the TV drown out in the background until a familiar voice sounds throughout the room. Her eyes flick up to the large screen and back down to her phone. She recognizes the buzz head and can’t believe his presence. She also doesn’t know why she never thought about asking him where he works. “That’s him?!” she yells, pointing at the screen. Via looks at her sister like she has grown two heads, “What are you talking about?”

“That’s Drew. That’s who I met yesterday and have been talking to.”

“Hold on, you are telling me that the Drew you have been talking to is Drew Starkey.”

“I guess.”

Via pauses the show and pulls out her phone. Her sister waits patiently as her sister types something in. The phone is turned in her direction and she looks at the various pictures of her new friend on the screen. “Yeah, that’s definitely him.”

———

After a few weeks of texting, Y/N and Drew finally set a date on their calendar. His hand rests on her lower back, leading her while the hostess shows them to their table. She sits across from him with a massive grin. His hand rests in the middle of the table and she reaches out to place her hand on his, almost knocking down her empty wine glass if it isn’t for his quick reflex. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I guess I’m still feeling a little Kooky.” Her eyes glance towards his face to see if he reacts to her teasing. His face remains stoic as he tries to figure out if she used the word for the reason he thinks she did. She recognizes his attempt and pushes it even more by going over the menu.

“I wonder if they have any fish. I’m in the mood for menhaden or as it is otherwise known as pogue.”

Certain that the jig is now up, he sets his menu down to give her his full attention. “So you know?” he confirms. She nods, “Yes, I found out a few weeks ago when my sister was watching the show in the living room. How come you didn’t tell me?” He sighs, playing with the hoop in his ear. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently. Or for you to be scared of entering a relationship with me because I travel a lot for work and sometimes get followed by a crowd of fans.”

She gives his hand a soft squeeze. “I understand why you would fear those things, but I promise you don’t have anything to worry about. You are still plain old Drew to me and I have a thick skin from being a waitress, I think I can handle a few teenage girls.”

He gives her a thankful smile and holds his hand up to her, “Why don’t we start over? I’m Drew Starkey. I act for a living and I think you are the most beautiful girl I have seen. I would love it if you would go on a date with me. She giggles and takes his hand. “Nice to meet you, Drew. I’m Y/N. I wait tables and I would love to go on a date with you.”

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angelicsoka · 2 months

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THE MOVE, l. hughes

part one <3

word count | 0.8k

pairings | luke hughes x best friend!reader, platonic!jack & quinn hughes x reader

summary | its time for you to leave for college, and time for feelings to be revealed

warnings | not proofread. no use of “y/n”. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | and here is the highly requested part two to prom night!

the day you had been dreading for months was approaching, leaving you strung up with anxiety. it was the day you were set to move from michigan to indiana to attend the university of notre dame. you had spent the last week packing everything you had planned on taking with you, going through clothes and pictures. you had spent a lot of that time, crying and reminiscing. you were beginning to regret committing to the university, your nerves taking over.

when you weren't packing, you were spending time with luke and your mutual friends, hoping to settle the pit in your stomach. luke was not doing any better than you, only he hid it better. he had been plucking up the courage to admit his feelings, only to be brought down by the thoughts of you being so far away from him, surrounded by fraternity brothers and sorority sisters. he feared the rejection that may come and he feared having to see you with somebody who wasn't him.

it was the night before you were set to leave; luke had brought over take out, the two of you set to have a movie night. you two were no longer paying attention to the movie, too focused on chatting, reminiscing. “lukey, can i tell you something?” luke nodded, his attention entirely on you. “i’m not sure i want to leave. this last month all i have felt when i think about leaving is anxiety. what if i’m making a mistake?” she tried to ignore the quiver in her voice, willing the tears to not fall. luke, who was the king of being oblivious, noted the quiver and tears, pulling you into a hug.

“it’ll be okay.” the dam broke, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. “you’ll have the time of your life! plus, if you don't like it, you can always transfer to umich!” luke felt you laugh; he had been trying to get you to go to umich since you had gotten the acceptance letter but notre dame was your dream school. “i’m always a call away.”

you smiled, coming to rest against luke’s chest. you didn't even try to fight off the sleep, finding comfort in your best friend’s arms. luke, however, was not able to sleep that night. instead he laid there, trying to hold onto the content he felt with you in his arms. trying to get the courage to tell you the truth, preferably while you were awake.

luke helped your father carry your boxes to the car as you fought jack who was attempting to steal one of your many funko pops. “jackson rowden hughes! that is my funko pop! put it down!” you gave chase when he took off running, grabbing the water hose, aiming and firing at him. he shrieked, dropping the figurine, a shocked look on his face.

“how dare you!” you could hear ellen and your mom laughing, jack stalking toward you with a cheshire smile on his face. you held the hose up again in defense, but jack still ran at you. you dropped the hose, barely dodging jack as you ran to luke for protection. luke stood in front of you protectively, jack standing with his hands on hips when he realized he wouldn't be able to get past luke. “of course! running to your boyfriend to protect you.” he smirked devilishly, heat spreading to your cheeks. your mouth was agape, shocked at jack’s words. you began to stutter out a response, backing away from luke.

“well, someone has to protect her from your dumbass.” luke stated simply, turning to put another box in your car. by now, it was just you, luke, and jack outside, leaving you to be openly shocked. he didn't deny it. you didn’t see jack sneak away to grab quinn.

“lu?” you questioned, luke avoiding your gaze. “luke warren hughes, look at me damnit!” luke sighed, turning to face you. “tell me that was nothing. tell me that you didn’t deny it because it was just a stupid comment.”

“well, then i’d be lying.” you looked at him with confusion. luke stepped toward you, closing the gap between the two of you with a feverish kiss. as quick as it started, it was over. luke went to apologize, but you simply gripped his collar, pulling him back into the kiss.

“goddamnit!” you broke the kiss, turning to see quinn pulling out his wallet and handing jack a hundred dollars. “i’m disappointed in you.” quinn pointed to you.

“you were betting on us?”

“we weren’t the only ones.” jack motioned to you parents who were receiving money from jim and ellen. luke laughed at your shocked look, turning your head to kiss you once more.

“okay, okay, that's enough! get a room!”

#angelicsoka #nhl imagine #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes #quinn hughes #jack hughes x platonic!reader #quinn hughes x platonic!reader #luke hughes x best friend!reader

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heavenlyhischier · 7 months

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forever and always | joe burrow

one two three

ynburrow

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ynburrow finally mine forever and always.

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mamazegras my beautiful baby! you look so beautiful and happy. this is everything i could ever wish for you🩷

ynburrow i love you so much mom. thank you for everything

_quinnhughes congrats, twin!

ynburrow thank you, twinnie <3

_alexturcotte THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

colecaufield YEAH ME TOO. NEVER GOING TO FORGET THIS DAY

ynburrow my wedding was the best day of your life?

→ colecaufield WE DANCED WITH JOE BURROW, GRANNY. I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS DAY

→ ynburrow oh, i won’t either. you guys were terrible

avazegras I love you! Congratulations on the big day and I hope it and your honeymoon is everything you dreamed of🥰

ynburrow i love you. you’re the best little sister i could ask for

→ avazegras i’m your only little sister

→ griffinzegras she has trevor too

→ ynburrow exactly

→ trevorzegras wtf

jackhughes Sorry for starting the pool party (no i’m not)

ynburrow No you’re not and it’s okay. Thank you for creating one of my most cherished memories!

→ jackhughes Glad I could help! On a real note, congrats. I’m real happy for you. You’re like the sister I never had and I’m glad you found someone to put up with you forever.

lhughes_06 Finally a sfw post

ynburrow for now…

trevorzegras MY SISTER IS A BURROW! MY SISTER IS FUCKING MARRIED TO JOE BURROW OH MY GOD

ynburrow thanks 🫥

→ griffinzegras don’t worry he’s happy for you. he cried when you walked down the aisle

→ jamiedrysdale correction, he SOBBED

joeyb_9 I was always yours forever.

yourbff why am i crying over a username change right now

trevorzegras Me too

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thezegrassister before and after

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yourbff i’m not shocked anymore

yourbff now that there’s a ring…

lhughes_06 i’m unfollowing you

_alexturcotte colecaufield she’s taking our man

colecaufield I hope she can fight

→ jackhughes I hope YOU can fight

trevorzegras i’m about to block you

avazegras who took the first picture???

jackhughes She’s being suspiciously quiet

_quinnhughes She’s on her honeymoon Im sure she’s busy

→ jackhughes Doing what?? Trevor said she told him they just got there

→ _quinnhughes Jack…

→ yourbff Jack, sweetie, she’s getting LAID

→ jackhughes Oh nice

trevorzegras You’re not allowed to change this username

liked by avazegras and griffinzegras

trevorzegras Just by the way

thezegrassister i wouldn’t dream of it, z❤️

YAY THEYRE MARRIED NOW WOOP WOOP

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow instagram au #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow insta edit

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writtingforfun · 5 months

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Prey or Prayer?

Chapter 1

None so dutiful.

Those are the words of House Hastwyck. And they are words they live by.

Like a Stark keeps his word, like a Velaryon sails the ocean, a Hastwyck is bound by duty and honor.

Lady Marisa Hastwyck was the perfect picture of the Maiden; devout, chaste and kind. Her entire life she had been prepared for marriage - her mother had made sure of that. Lady Lydia Hightower was unpleasant and highly strict about her children's upbringing, perhaps not in the best way. It was the sort of ambition that ran through Hightower blood, irrational and indifferent to anyone else’s feelings.

When Marisa was just ten, she was already made to spend two hours of the day praying to the Seven, by the time she turned twelve, she knew how to sew and embroider, by thirteen she was ready to be sold away as soon as someone wanted her.

Which is why she had been sent to the Red Keep to study under the septas of the capital. Four moons had passed since she arrived there with her father and was presented to the King. But her father had only stayed for three weeks, and she was soon left alone with only her long time handmaid, Helia.

Marisa was very intelligent, despite her mother’s disregard towards intellectual knowledge. She and her brother had always shared a passion for books and history, something that she thought would be rather important to maintain a conversation. Turns out her mother knew that the people of court were incredibly vain. The one time she brought up history, she received so many looks like she had lost her mind.

Life at court wasn’t for her, and Marisa was certain of it. But how could she disappoint her parents and beg them to leave after all the weight they put on her shoulders? Her brother had been married just the year before, at sixteen, because he was found in bed with a middle class lady. The wedding had been rushed and no one even mentioned it. Now, their honor laid fully on her, since her little sister was only ten.

Everyday, as part of her routine, she spent the nights in the library. She could slip in, unnoticed by anyone, and read as much as she wanted. And the library in the Red Keep was without a doubt the most beautiful one. History, stories, languages… Anything anyone could ever want.

This night was not any different. She picked up her book, one of the History of House Targaryen, and walked towards her usual table, somewhat secluded from the rest of the library, a book in one hand and a candle in the other.

As she made her way to the table, she was startled by the light in her seat. She was always so distracted and so sure no one would be there - after all, no one had sat there in over three moons. It was still very dark, despite the light each of them had, but she could see the outline of his body. Their eyes met and her breath caught in her throat. It was Daemon Targaryen.

“Your Grace,” Marisa quickly said, bowing at him.

He simply looked her up and down.

“My apologies, I did not know you’d be here”

His gaze fell on the book she had in her hand, “Interested in history?”

She looked down at the book and then at him, blinking rapidly, “Yes, I-” she stammered a bit and then took a breath. It was only Daemon Targaryen. “I simply believe that everyone should know the history of our kings”

Daemon chuckled at that. Someone who was not insipid, he thought. “Should you not me in your chambers, Lady…?”

“Marisa. Lady Marisa Hastwyck. I came only to fetch a book. I enjoy the library during the night, it is very quiet.”

“Uhm,” he hummed, his eyes returning to the book.

At the awkwards interaction, Marisa whispered “your grace” and excused herself, taking the book with her to her chambers. A shill ran up her spine as she remembered the indifference she saw in the Prince’s eyes. But then pity took its place. Marisa knew his reputation, but he had lost his wife and been left with two young girls. She couldn’t imagine the pain of losing someone she loved and vowed to be with for the rest of her life.

That was the very first interaction she had with the Prince, but certainly not the last.

***

The King held a five day feast for his older daughter, the heir to the throne, to celebrate her name day. The only good thing about this was that her parents were to attend.

“Quickly Helia, my parents must be arriving!”, she urged her handmaid to help her with her hair.

“Calm yourself,”

“I am calm. I just,” tears formed in her eyes, “I just miss them so much. Perhaps they’ll allow me to return home!”

Her bright smile of hope and high dreams of fantasy was only that - a fantasy. Helia looked at her with pity, for she knew that the girl’s fate - the same girl she helped raise - was to be nothing more than a broodmare. And it made her bones freeze.

Marisa stood waiting for her family with a bright smile, and as soon as saw her family’s sigil she could barely hold herself in place. How she missed seeing her brother and sister! It was as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Until her mother’s rigid face looked at hers, the weight suddenly fell back on top of her. In all these moons, her mother had only written to her to ask if she had caught the eye of any men. Despite the sadness that was now filling her, Marisa decided to put it aside and hug her brother and father. All the words of kindness and happiness that parents should hold for their children were lost in her mother’s stone cold heart.

“Stand up straight!” Lady Lydia spat at her daughter who quickly lost the small smile she held.

“Ignore her,” her brother whispered in her ear, “she has been nasty since-” he laughed “since ever”

Marisa giggled at that, holding her brother’s arm. “How come your wife didn’t join you?”

“Mother didn’t think she should”

“Isn’t it more disgraceful for you to come to the capital without your wife than to show she is a commoner?”

“It should be, but I was happy she wouldn’t be subjected to hours in a carriage with mother”

Loud horns sounded and Marisa jumped frightened, holding her brother tighter. The King and Queen approached the family. They all quickly bowed to them.

“Murrel! Welcome to my court!” the King greeted his old friend.

“Your Grace, what a pleasure to return.” he turned to the Queen “My Queen, a pleasure to see you again”

“Welcome back Lord Murrel, and your family”

“Come, let us talk while your daughter talks with her mother and brother.”

As they leave, she notices the queen’s sad gaze on her. A small smile graces her lips as she walks towards them. “Lady Lydia, welcome to court. It has been a while.”

“Your grace,” she bows again, “thank you for the invitation.”

“Of course. You are friends of the crown, therefore, always welcome. Lady Marisa is a delight to have in court”

“Thank you, your grace.”

The rest of the morning was spent with her mother continuously asking questions and giving her a hard time. Even poor Helia had to listen as her Lady scolded her for not encouraging Marisa to be in court more often than hiding in her chambers or with septas. “I wonder where your father is,” she kept repeating. As Marisa looked at her family, she realized how alone she had been back home, and how alone she was now.

Upon her father’s return, he and her mother locked themselves in their chambers, leaving their two older children outside to wander as they pleased.

“Show me everything,” Tommen pleaded as they roamed the Keep. They started in the library, moved to the Tapestries and the Godswood, to lastly stand looking at the training grounds - Tommen’s favorite place.

“What do you think? Is it everything you expected?”

His eyes shined looking at the swords and armors, “more. So much more that I won’t even allow myself to wonder what mother and father are talking about”

“I would like to know,” she pouted, unsure of what it could be.

His smile vanished and he kept his eyes low, “Mar…”

“I would!” She repeats, “I have behaved well.”

“Of course you have, you always do. But mother sent you here with one goal in mind.”

“To find a husband for me.”

He nodded, and upon seeing how sad she was, he took her hand and told her to watch as they trained. Tommem explained every move as if she had interesse, as long as she forgot her fate. She hated violence, but her brother’s effort put a smile on her face.

Men cheering made them both look down to see someone walk in.

“Who is that?” Tommen asked.

The man looked up and then took his sword.

“That’s Prince Daemon Targaryen”

Let me know if you liked it, and if you want to be added to the taglist! The first chapter is different than the rest will be, it's just a little starting point. I wanted you to understand the dynamics between the Hastwyck family.

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darkeralmond · 1 year

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could you do a friends with benefits fan fiction with conrad fisher? and maybe they get together at the end?

ofc i can!! tysm for the request!! i love u ❤️❤️❤️

Escort?

Conrad Fisher x Reader

synopsis: you and conrad had always been close growing up. you cared for him and he cared for you. when him and nicole broke up, he came to you for comfort. that’s when this whole fling started. now the deb ball was coming up and you wanted things to become more serious.

warnings: fluff, fwb relationship, Conrad being adorable, suggestive dialogue

word count: 1k

a/n: I COULDNT STOP SMILING WHILE WRITING THIS!! this is such an adorable concept tysm for the request!

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You had been going down to Cousins for as long as you could remember. You always came down with the Fishers and would stay for only half the summer. Then when the 4th of July hit, your mom would come down to hang out at the beach house before taking you home. However, that changed this summer since your motm wanted you to participate in the Debutante Ball with Belly.

Things had changed since a couple summers ago. You ended up in a messy relationship with one of the football players at your high school, Lucas. The two of you broke things off since neither of you could provide what the other wanted. It broke you. Your friends comforted you, sure, but Conrad’s comfort was the only thing to get you through the break up.

You then had to reciprocate that same comfort after he and Nicole broke things off because of an unknown reason. Just like what happened after you and Lucas, you comforted him in the beach house bedroom. The only difference was the outcome of your care. That's when the pattern of hooking up as “just friends'' started. That's when your true feelings for Conrad finally emerged.

Now here you two were, making out to TV Girl’s “Lover’s Rock” on his bed. It was truly romantic in the most platonic way possible. You laid on top of Conrad as his hands ran up and down your thighs gently like you were fragile. Your mind strayed off during the long period of kissing.

The Deb ball was coming up in the next couple of days and it seemed like all your Deb sisters had an escort but you. Now that both you and Conrad were out of your complicated relationships, it left you with an open opportunity to ask him.

You then thought about how Belly would react to that, she’s always had an obvious crush on Conrad. Would that be betraying her? No because she started dating Cam and now she’s going with Jeremiah. Why would she care if you went with Conrad when she’s obviously occupied with other guys?

You pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him, clearly distressed. Being only friends didn’t feel right to you anymore, frankly because your crush on Conrad grew to the point where it was hard to ignore. He furrowed his eyebrows and cracked a smile. “What?”

You got off of him and flopped down onto the mattress next to him. You laid on your side and met his gaze. “Conrad?” you mumbled.

He chuckled, “Yeah?”

You took a deep inhale and looked up at the ceiling. The tips of your ears felt piping hot, the words hung in your throat ready to escape. It was just one simple question. You finally blurted it out, “Would you… Would you like to be my escort to the Deb ball?”

Your heart raced as you met his gaze again. His expression shifted from playful confusion to pure authentic confusion. “What?” he asked. “Why?”

That wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for. You didn’t expect him to flat out say yes, but you didn’t expect him to sound so… confused?

“Well,” you started, “I don’t have an escort yet and I just thought now that you and Nicole aren’t a thing and Wes and I aren’t a thing that we could go… together.”

You couldn’t picture yourself going with anyone else. You couldn’t picture yourself with anyone else, period. Only Conrad. It was always only Conrad.

“Y/N, be honest,” he sighed. “Do you have feelings for me?” You suddenly felt feverishly hot as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You transferred your gaze down to the hem of his t-shirt as an excuse to not look him directly in his eyes. All you had to do was say no, but the silence was his answer. “Y/N, I thought we were gonna keep this strictly just being friends.” He pinched the bridge of his nose while letting out a long exhale,

“Yeah, well have you met you?” you argued. “It’s pretty hard not to fall in love with you and your mysterious persona.”

The seriousness on his face melted away as he chuckled. “Mysterious persona?” He laughed harder which eased your nerves slightly. You cracked a nervous smile and he collected himself before speaking again, “How long have you felt this way?”

Your feelings for Conrad had always been hidden deep in your heart, but they didn’t become known until that night at Shayla’s party. “The first night we fucked after Nicole dumped you.” It wasn’t unbearably long, but it was still too long to keep a secret that big.

His hands cupped your cheeks, lifting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. “I like you, don’t get that mixed up,” he said, “but relationships are really messy. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

You brought your hand up to meet his and cracked a small smile. “I know, but if we don’t try something, we’ll never know where it could lead us to?” You felt your heartbeat accelerate. You had only ever done this one before and that was with Lucas. “At least tell me what you think we should do. You’re the smartest person I know.”

He knew how breaking things off with him affected you mentally. He didn’t want to be the reason you ever felt that kind of pain again. Conrad smiled and leaned forward. He placed a light kiss on your lips, “Is the dance still the same?” You giggled and placed your forehead against his. “I hope that means yes.” His thumb stroked your cheekbone. You closed your eyes and savored the contact.

“Yes,” you laughed, “it does.”

His warm breaths mixed with the feeling of his soft yet firm hands on you made you feel secure. He was your safety net. The person who could always make sure you were okay even when things weren’t looking up. He was yours to keep.

#conrad fisher #team conrad #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x reader #tsitp imagine #tsitp conrad #the summer i turned pretty

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heartlilith · 7 months

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My Placements and How They Manifest

Capricorn Ascendent:

My mother told me that when she gave birth to me, it was worse than my other 3 other siblings by far. She had to be induced because there was no sign of me wanting to come out into the world (lol). She said she was in labor for hours and when I finally came out, she started hemorrhaging. It wasn't fatal obviously because she's alive today but yeah, I kind of associate that with my Capricorn rising. Still to this day, change is very uncomfortable for me especially if I have no control over what's happening. My childhood was great until my mom divorced my dad and remarried, that's when shit went south! I had new siblings, a stepfather, and had to see my dad heartbroken while also battling melanoma and being laid off (2008 recession). My sister stayed with him and I went with my mom. They were always fighting and spiting each other but it was my sister and I that missed out. It was always "what is your father saying about me?" yada yada yada. Growing up, I was bullied by my sister a lot, in my opinion, it was more than the usual sibling fights. My mom also took a lot of her anger out on me; she ended up getting a divorce not too long after remarrying, became an alcoholic and filed for bankruptcy. Being a Capricorn rising and dealing with the backlash of that, I always have money saved, ALWAYS. I'm like a squirrel hiding nuts I stg. If I'm completely broke I'm an anxious mess. It's also why I strive to be independent and self sufficient. It's why I manifest being filthy rich. High school was terrible tbh and I battled with depression and anxiety. College was a lot better and moving away from my mom and chaotic family did me well, I went from a 2.6 GPA in high school to 3.85 in college. Rereading this it sounds kinda like a sob story and that's not what I'm trying to accomplish so I'm just going to move on.

1st House Neptune, Uranus, Lilith:

I made a separate post either on here or Reddit about how my features have changed so much over the years. As a child, my hair was blonde then it turned blonde/red in late elementary school. Since then, it's turned darker and darker through the years. Now it's dark brown. My eyes were dark blue as a child and now they're light green - I attribute this to Uranus and Neptune being on my Ascendent. In my opinion, I'm not photogenic at all (Cap rising?) and I think I look different in every picture I take or is taken of me. With Lilith being in my first house, I was sexualized a lot growing up by older guys/men. And also bullied by boys my age; I remember they thought I was "too girly". Guys, I shit you not after I had enough of it, I started showing up with boy shorts and those tank tops guys wear HAHAHA to be more of a "tomboy"... I'm not really sure what that is but yeah, I must've been 10 or 12 or something. People would always say "it's because they have a crush on you/because they like you!" and I would be so confused. Nowadays, I think I rub some people, specifically men, the wrong way and they dislike me for "no reason", or maybe they have a reason but they never come out and say it. My Uranus in the 1st shows up as being quirky I guess? I'm not really sure. Maybe it's that my parents were never disciplinary at all, I could do whatever I wanted. At the time I loved it but deep down I think I wanted to them to care, so I would act more and more reckless. Today, maybe that sets me apart. One last thing about Neptune/Uranus in the 1st is that I can't stand to see people treating people/animals/or what have you, the wrong way. I can't even watch Youtube videos of animals starting off abused... even if the videos end with them being happy and healthy, I CAN'T DO IT. It deeply disturbs me.

Side Note (1st House Lilith):

As a small child I was obsessed with being naked all the time and skinny dipping LMFAO like it was a problem. Luckily there were no creeps and I was fine but would this placement indicate that in anyway? Let me know because it doesn't really fit with my Capricorn rising.

(I'm really sorry this post is so long and detailed I think I'm having word vomit)

Virgo Moon:

As a child I was really reserved and "chill". I already talked about my relationship with my mom and she was critical and whatever. One thing that sticks out about this placement is that she would always push the idea on me to "stay pure" and to "stay innocent", especially when I was a teen. Always pushing this on me. Always telling her friends I was "naive" and yeah maybe I was in a sense. I don't know it's weird how that fits. My mom wasn't all bad though. She definitely had many faults but she was a great mom in certain aspects. Growing up, I realized she's just a human like me, with problems of her own. I don’t hold it against her. Today, my Virgo moon makes me sooo anxious and worrisome. I definitely see the negative qualities it brings but the good qualities out weigh them. I love buying people gifts and I'm a great gift giver if I do say so myself. With my Capricorn rising and Virgo moon, I hate PDA and it can be hard for me to be lovey dovey (even with all my Leo), so I show love by buying gifts - kind of like my dad. My parents were never there for me emotionally but they bought me great gifts hahaha, I guess that's why. Also I tend to "mother" my partners; I do their laundry, do the cleaning, make their doctor appointments, and take care of them in a sense - like my mom did for me. Writing this out I can now see why I am the way I am lol.

Moon square Jupiter, Pluto, and Saturn:

Ooooff. Well I won't dive into it too much. I will say it affects my mental health greatly and I've had a lot of trouble in that department. My Moon square Jupiter really makes my moods go up and down. Like high highs and low lows for sure. I try to look at it positively even though it's hard sometimes. Having the high highs brings out my inner child (Jupiter in the 5th). When I'm happy I'm really happy and giggling and silly. And of course the flip side is low low :( But I like the high highs so I deal. Also with this, I tend to avoid being sad at all costs. All costs. I'm a true escape artist when it comes to emotions. With Pluto and Saturn squaring my Moon, I am infact a MOODY BITCH. LOL, hey at least I can admit it. It brings intrusive thoughts, obsessive thinking, insecurity, and guilt with it too - all that great stuff. Moving on.

Cancer Mercury:

I like my Cancer Mercury a lot, even though it's paired with my all my Leo placements which can make me a ~smidge~ dramatic. I wasn't the best student in high school but I did take the hardest English courses they offered, which in hindsight saved my GPA lol. In college, I studied English with a concentration in creative writing. I mostly wrote and studied poetry which I loved so much. I'm a great listener and if I could write an advice column I would. I love how my Cancer Mercury makes me empathetic and how I'm able to put myself in anyone's shoes. One negative about this placement is that I get hurt easily (paired with Leo Sun and Virgo Moon esp), but I won't let you know I'm hurt, I'll just get angry and mean. I don't like that about myself and I wish I was more vulnerable in that aspect but it's easier to be angry than sad... right?

Leo Venus and Mars:

After talking about all the above placements, my Leo side is definitely my ray of sunshine in a way. I feel like with my Virgo Moon and the aspects it makes, it kinda settles my Leo ego. That's not to say I don't have an ego, I definitely do... just look at this post it's all about meee :) I have pictures of when I was 3-6 years old and flexing my muscles hahaha and I thought I was so strong I would go around and show everyone that I could pick my mom and older sister up. So weird. Other than that, when I dislike someone I tend to go on rant for awhile about everything I dislike about them. My least favorite thing is when someone makes me feel inferior or small, that will put me on 10 easily. I don't get mad all that much, it takes a lot but when I do get mad, I see red. Maybe cause I have Mars at 0 degrees. I do get over things quickly though, emotionally anyway, but I do hold a grudge. Also yesss, I have Leo hair. It's long and thick and hard to manage. Growing up, my mom would never let me color or cut it and I'm kinda glad now looking back on it.

8th house Moon & Venus:

This is why I hold grudges hahaha. In my opinion, the 8th house can be hard to understand/put into words until you experience it (in synastry, transit, natal, etc), then you just know. With Venus here, every person I'm romantically involved with transforms me but also takes a piece of me as well. In my experience with the 8th house, you can gain a lot of good things but it comes with a price. Whether its a mix of my placements or just these placements specifically, love really hurts! Break ups have put me in dark dark places. When I do love someone, I want to merge with them, like become "one" if that makes sense. So when it comes to an end, I have a huge hole left. In my life, this has manifested as when I ran away from home to a different state and ghosted my family and friends just to get back together with my boyfriend, all on a whim. I'd give it all up for someone I love. With Virgo Moon being in my 8th house, my anxiety mixes with my obsessive behavior which manifests as dermotillamania. I struggle with it so bad. I'm working on it but yeah that's kinda interesting looking from an astrological sense. Moon in the 8th house gives me great intuition though... I'm always right about the vibes. But this comes at the cost of feeling things extremely deeply.

Scorpio MC:

This is another placement that I like about my chart because my Capricorn rising makes me come off as intimidating and my MC makes people see me as powerful and mysterious. I don't know if people actually see me this way but even it being a possibility gives me like Olivia Benson vibes. I love her. Anyway, one thing I will say is I don't have social media anymore and haven't for years (besides Tumblr and Reddit) because I really value my privacy. I don't like people knowing things about me unless I decide to share it with them, even small things. Tumblr and Reddit are okay in my mind because I don't know anyone in real life. But even this post I'm already thinking of deleting and I haven't even posted it yet lol. When I did have social media, I would overshare and then delete the post an hour later. I was always deleting pictures and revamping my aesthetic. I became obsessed with likes and comments and scrolling that it was too much and I didn't like the power it had over me. Something else that I think manifests from my MC is that I love psychology, astrology, and things that tie into personalities.

5th house Jupiter & Saturn:

It always confused me on how to interpret having Saturn, the planet of limitations and responsibility, and Jupiter, the planet of expansion and luck, in the same house. I thought that they canceled each other out in a way, or level each other out... is a better way of putting it. I actually messaged @astrosky33 and asked how they interpret it. Her (?) answer was interesting and made a lot of sense. Jupiter and Saturn in the same house gives off both energies at the same time (why didn't I think of that? lol). So for the 5th house, in terms of my hypothetical kids, I would be a parent that has fun and is silly but also strict in some ways and responsible. One way Saturn in my 5th house manifests is that I don't want to do anything creative unless I feel it's productive in some way, which I don't like about myself. Meaning, I don't want to read a book if the genre is fantasy, I would rather read non-fiction or a self help book; something that I can learn from. Also, I really like hobbies where I can produce something, like making candles or making spell jars. If I can make money from a hobby that I love then even better. Jupiter in the 5th house manifests as being child-like and also loving kids. If things are going well and I'm happy, then I can be excited and goofy like a child. If things aren't going well, then I can throw a tantrum like a child. I love kids because my early childhood was the best time of my life before life hit me upside the head (lol). This past Halloween, I made goodie bags for the trick or treaters and got so excited when the doorbell rang. I don't know, I just want to protect kids and shield them from the bad in the world. Kids, out of everyone, deserve to be happy.

Sun sextile Jupiter:

Things tend to work out for me, well, as of lately anyway. I struggled a lot growing up and I was always wishing my life were different. I couldn't wait to leave home. Now, I have a boyfriend who I love very much and we live very comfortably. I have a great job and I am so much happier than I was before. Of course, life isn't always perfect and there are problems at every turn. I wish I could go back in time and tell 15 year old me that everything is going to be okay, more than okay actually. I have a dog and two kittens who I love very much and I'm very fortunate to have the life that I do. I try to stay positive because there's no point in being negative and sulking all the time. Plus, you never know what can happen so be thankful for what you have, even if in your eyes, it isn't enough. I believe in being nice to people, you never know how far one act of kindness can go. Lord knows I needed it during some pretty tough times in my life.

Venus square Saturn (TW: Eating disorder, drug use, phobias):

Going back to having fear of abandonment and being uncomfortable with PDA... well here is the culprit. Or some of the culprit. Since Venus is in my 8th house, I feel like this aspect plays into my fear of my family dying, more specifically, my parents. Whenever I visit home and I see they look a little older, move a little slower, I get really sad. Their birthdays are supposed to be for celebrating but I can't help but get sad. It takes over me and I obsess about what I'm going to do when the day comes and they're not here anymore. I put on a brave face though and I buy them nice gifts and send flowers on holidays... but it's always in the back of my mind. This aspect also manifests as having low self esteem and growing up this was very prevalent. I didn't care about myself at all; I did drugs, I put myself into bad situations that I get anxiety just thinking about what could've happened. I had an eating disorder, dated boys that were awful. I'm fortunate that I made it out okay. I still have insecurities today but during that time in my life it was so intense because even as a teen without this aspect, you deal with insecurities. It was like double trouble.

If you read this far, thank you. I hope it was semi-interesting and Im really curious to know what you guys think. Should I make a part 2? I’m feeling a little “out there” by posting this so I hope it's not too much. Thanks again for taking the time to read this.

(let me know what you think!)

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rafecameronsslutt · 6 months

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Toxic Possessive! Rafe x Carrera Fem! Reader

↳⇁ You Can't Seem To Escape Toxic a Relationship, With Rafe.

Warnings! Rafe being Aggressive and Possessive Reader wanting to Leave.

You Were Finally able to do good for yourself. Without Rafe knowing You Only Wanted a peaceful life without the constant Thought of Rafe arguing with you over some stupid shit. You hated when he took control of your own life, as in: what you could wear, Where you could go. or who you could talk to you.

Rafe Even hated your friends which were. Pouge's Except for one and that was your sister Kiara Carrera she tried numerus times to help you leave Rafe but what ever you tried to do always failed miserable being caught and trapped in his arms once again for the last time.

You Loved Rafe, But his ways made you want to hide and run away forever but the consequences of that sudden action would cost you maybe even your life if you weren't careful enough the constant bickering of Rafe telling you if you ever try to leave him he would hunt you down if he has to caused you to be slightly afraid and began to overthink a little bit.

but he could be just saying that to make you stay Right? or so you thought. You were hanging out with Kie and Sarah at your place your parents were home they wouldn't be back until summer break was over they left a spear key just in case you and Kie needed anything or for Emergencies.

''were are they boys?' you asked Kie You haven't seen JJ, Pope or John B since earlier today they were out getting snacks and drinks to celebrate summer break with each other while waiting you and the girls decided to take some funny pictures with each other.

'' omg you should def post that!'' Sarah said in an excited Tone. Even when You were dating her brother you didn't really mind Hanging with Sarah she was anything like her brother Rafe it was like you could tell her any and everything.

''I'll be right back guys I'm going to go use the bathroom'' they nodded understanding You took your phone with you just in case mom and dad had called you. You soon felt the vibration of your phone. it was Rafe calling you. with slight hesitation you answered putting the phone on speaker.

"hey baby what's Up?'' you asked as you pretended to fix your hair in the mirror Rafe only started at you with a smirk attached to his face.

''Nothing much, What are you doing?'' You shrugged mentioning how you were hanging out with Sarah and your sister. right along with the others would swing by.

you would see the way you mentioned. Pope, JJ and john B coming over Rafe Didn't like that you would always hang around them he came quite Possessive when you were around them not caring if they were your friends or not.

''Y/n you know I don't like when their around you I want you to come stay with me tonight'' You rolled your eyes this was the night you had free time away from Rafe and you of course wasn't going to let him spoil it nor ruin it for you.

''Rafe no tonight is special and I can't just up and leave them'' Hoping he would at least give in you had pleaded.

''Y/n Don't start with your fucking stubbornness okay do as I asked you to'' his voice stern and deep with command.

"No Rafe I'll Call You when I'm done and then come over right now I wanna enjoy my time with my friends'' With that you didn't give him enough time to respond once you clicked the red button hanging up in his face which you wouldn't suspect would be a problem later on.

once you made it back to the living room you saw that they had started without you.

''there she is our favorite kook'' JJ yelled you gave him a unsatisfactory look of unprovable.

"eww Shut up JJ I rather be with the Pouge's because I Love you guys so much'' Sarah awed as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"says the one dating a kook aka being Sarah's brother'' Pope says smartly causing you to roll your eyes at him directly.

''shut up at least I'm still not a fucking virgin'' JJ and John B snickered trying to hold back a laugh which they failed at.

"okay that's fair'' pope pouted feeling defeated which he was.

A couple of hours had passed, and you couldn't fight the feeling of Rafe Being angry at you You had goosebumps maybe he wouldn't be too made right?

You Knew Rafe hated when you would also disobey him but you couldn't help but wanting to be with your friends and enjoying the laughter of each other it made you feel good inside.

''you guys we should play truth or dare'' Sarah mentioned and suggested you nodded in agreement and amusement. JJ lifted his eyebrows In a questioning manner.

"I'll play only if it's spicy'' John B added Kie simply rolled her eyes but agreed to play anyways because she was only bored.

''I'll go first truth or dare JJ?'' Sarah asked JJ thought for a moment before going a simple Truth.

''alright is it true that you and Kie got down and dirty in Y/n's room'' JJ and Kie both Looked at each other before turning there gaze towards you you looked at both of them disgusted.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING'' you yelled.

" i promise it was just on the floor and plus my room was flooded and mom and dad were in the house and your room is soundproof'' Kie says.

"says the kook who fucked her boyfriend in the back yard of John B's house'' you flicked JJ off.

"okay Pope Truth or dare'' Pope right away chose dare in his own Amusement because he wasn't a pussy like anyone else or so he would say.

''I dare you to make out with Y/n'' you and pope gasped you were really close friends but you never imagined kissing him before and the same with pope to you. but it was only a dare no feelings attached what so ever.

''are you sure you want to?'' Pope asked wanting your full consent before caring on with the stupid dare. you nodded only wanting to get this over with, Pope scoots closer towards you before grabbing the side of your face attaching his lips with yours.

''THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!'' the sudden sound of your boyfriends deep booming voice echoed causing you to jump and pull away from pope with a harsh shove. you felt the harsh tug of rafe yanking you up dragging you outside to his truck.

"ow Rafe the hell Let me Go!'' you yelled he slams your back against his truck causing you to wince out in pain.

''YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT YOU KNOW THAT, FIRST YOU WANNA HANG UP ON ME TWO DISOBEY ME AND THREE KISS THAT LOW DOWN FUCKING POUGE YOUR THAT FUCKING DICK HUNGRY HUH? Rafe grabs your face squeezing tightly you clawed at his hand as tears peaked from your eyes.

"Rafe Let me Go Your Hurting me!'' You Yelled Out. Rafe didn't even think twice as he continued to yell in your face.

''WHEN WE GET HOME YOUR FUCKING OVER DO YOU UNDERSTANND ME THIS WILL BE THE FINALE TIME YOU FUCKING FUCK ME OVER!' Rafe then opens the truck door roughly shoving you inside. without even saying anything to your sister or your friends guess you would have to text kie later. because Rafe wasn't gonna let you out of his sight.

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izfrogzy · 29 days

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Soft and Innocent Part III 18+ Aemond x Sister Reader(OC.)

Warnings: 18+ content, Masturbation and envisioning and lusting for OCSister.

A/N: Part III is a steamy part.....I hope I did good I'm stepping my toe in the smut aspect of writing in the fandom so be easy on me.....but please enjoy if you like....Again There may be grammar mistakes and inaccuracies with certain characters so just think of this of a AU scenario. A bit short....but still steamy and saucy if you ask me.

Part IV in the works now

Later that night….Aemond was alone in his bedchambers thinking as he was brooding by the fireplace he typically found himself staring towards….as the flames seem to put him in a trance each time he found himself before the hearth like this.

He thought back to him and his sister. How she clung to him and her tear-filled eyes. How his heart began to feel warm and full of love when he held her and promised to keep her safe. And how she looked so beautiful even when in tears. Aemond’s jaw tensed as he felt a feeling of longing and desire stirring within him. He felt ashamed of having such thoughts. It was so very wrong for a brother to feel this way for his sister....yet for some reason, he could not help himself.

Every time he shuts his eyes, Aemond pictures his sister ... .Sweet….Soft and Innocent…Seanna…It was wrong but yet for some reason it was a guilty pleasure of his.

He saw her face in his mind's eyes. He saw her wide, big and beautiful violet eyes. He heard her voice as if it whispered to him softly. Aemond shuddered and closed his eyes tightly shut. It was wrong....but it made him feel....content. as he opened his eyes again he could almost swear that he saw her face in the flames of the fireplace. The feeling of longing stirring even more in his body.

He felt his body reacting to the thought of her as it typically did since she’s ripened and blossomed as of late into a woman.

he felt a tightening in his breeches as he recalled her sweet and innocent but somehow seductive face. The way her lips formed so perfectly as she talked and talked. The way they formed around his name as she called it out to him when she was upset. The way the fire light made it look as if her skin glowed gold. He closed his eyes as a groan left his mouth.

He began recalling his memory of the kiss he laid upon her forehead. Remembering how soft yet perfect her skin felt against his lips, and the way that she melted into the embrace. How she nuzzled up against his chest….in a way that a sister should not.

With the thoughts and images in his mind, he took one last look around his chambers before making sure the doors to his chambers were closed and almost all Candlelights were out. He moved over towards his bed and laid upon it. Closing his eyes as the image of her continued to fill his mind. He sighed as he began to move his hand down his body.

The Bedchambers were darkened mostly only alit was a few candles and the fireplace which filled the room with warmth a comfortable atmosphere mostly ... .and there laid Aemond upon his bed about to….well about to get comfortable it seems….and vulnerable too.

Aemond’s thoughts were consumed by his sister. He bit his bottom lip slightly as his hand began to move further down his body. He let out a groan as he began to push his breeches down, freeing himself from the tight constraint that had been bothering him for a while. He kept the image of her in his mind. Her wide violet eyes, her lips, skin, and most of all her loving embrace she gave as he comforted her when she was in her emotional states. Aemond gently grabbed ahold of his girth which had become very aroused.

He remembered the way she pressed herself up against him. How he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest ... .the way he could hear her breath and see her chest rising and falling with each breath. How her body seemed to feel….right against his. How she seemed to fit in his embrace so perfectly. Like they were two pieces to a puzzle. Aemond felt a shiver run through him as his hand started to slowly move up and down on the thickness of his girth.

He continued to recall how he could feel her breath and heartbeat against him….hearing her breathe out a whimper as she looked up at him with those big eyes…her lips were parted slightly letting out quick and shallow breaths as she….she seemed so vulnerable in that moment. So innocent and sweet. And she was. Aemond let out a loud groan as he started to move his hand slightly faster. He felt a tightness in his chest and he felt more guilty doing this.

He remembered how he leaned forward and nuzzles his head into the crook of her neck….his nose inhaled her sent….she carried a sweet scent with a hint of roses. Aemond opened his eyes as he could almost swear that he smelled her at this very moment. He could imagine how her hair would feel against his face too…so soft and smooth like the most finest velvets that existed in all the kingdoms. How he could run his hand through it.

“Lēkia.” Older Brother. A voice from within his mind the Valyrian word she’d use and call him by….her gentle sweet voice calling him out of affection and love

He let out a low groan as he heard the voice in his mind. That sweet and beautiful Valyrian voice he loved so much in his mind. He heard the word 'Lēkìa'. He felt as if she was whispering it into his ear. His grip became slightly rougher as he started to speed up. With the voice and his imagination he almost felt as if she was really there. It was almost….perfect..

“Lēkia.” ... .The voice said again sounding more like a moan like a desperate needy wanton girl for her lover to please her more from within his imagination as he continues his lustful actions this night.

He groaned as he heard the moan in her voice. He imagined her saying it just like that. The needy and wanton sound of how she moaned out the word almost like a whisper into his ear. It was all so much for Aemond. Feeling and hearing all this.

“Sister…” Aemond moaned out as he bit his bottom lip.

He imagined how she would have looked and sounded when they were alone. How she would have sounded as her face became flush with passion. How she would have sounded as she panted and gasped for air. How her fingers would have dug into his flesh as she held him, how her back would arch up as he made her feel so good.

“Please Lēkia More….” That imagined voice would say.

He groaned as the image of her came into his mind. Seeing her face full of pleasure. Her cheeks flushed bright. Her eyes closed shut as her mouth became open and she panted for air. He wanted to feel her body against his. He wanted to hold her and please her. To hear how she’d call out his name in the most intimate and passionate way. Just thinking about it made his body shiver.

He groaned louder. Feeling the sensation building in his body as his hand continued to move. He could hear the panting in his mind from the imagined voice. He could hear her voice growing more desperate as she would plead for more and more.

“Sister…Seanna.” He groaned as he began to say her name out loud.

He could feel himself nearing that edge. The feeling kept building and building. He just needed to keep moving just a little more. He could see her in his mind’s eyes and he could hear her voice moaning and pleading with him to keep going. Aemond groaned as he kept pumping his hand. The feeling was so strong now.

He began to pump faster. Her voice getting louder and louder in his mind. Her moans and needy gasps as she panted out for him to continue. He closed his eyes as it was all too much. All this pleasure and the knowledge of it being so wrong. He had never felt anything so intense like this….and it was because of his soft and innocent sister.

It was all coming to a head now as he bit back moans. His entire body tensed and relaxed as he kept moving his hand. The images and sounds consumed his mind until he couldn’t take it anymore and his body exploded and he was sent over that edge of ecstasy.

“Seanna….Seanna…Sister...Seanna.” He moaned out her name over and over again. Not caring if anyone heard him. He just needed to call out her name…His beloved Seanna.

The pleasure began to subside as he let out one last shiver. He lay there with his eyes closed….still seeing his sister in his mind, hearing her soft moans. As the after-pleasure feeling coursed through him. His breathing slowed and finally, he was calming back down again as the final wave of pleasure washed over him one last time.

he slowly opened his eyes…the image of her vanishing in his mind. And he was left alone in the silence. Only the sound of the fire crackling and the silence of the night. He slowly raised his clean hand up and held his face as he let out a weary sigh ... .the reality of his situation suddenly crashing upon him like a tidal wave.

“What have I done?”

He groaned softly as he felt the guilt and shame wash over him like a cold bucket of ice water. He slowly pushed himself up and off the bed to go and clean himself up. He felt disgusted with himself. He wanted to cry. No man should have such feelings for his own blood sisters. It was sinful. He felt unclean, wicked, like he needed to be burned by the Gods for his sins.

After he got cleaned up he pulled on a nightshirt before slipping back into bed and curling up on his side away from the fireplace. He felt guilty and ashamed and he wanted to cry. He felt conflicted and confused. How could anyone love their own blood siblings this way he thought….or at least he had never heard of it before. But then again the Targaryen’s were known for the ways of incest. He shut his eyes as he tried to push the thoughts away. But in the back of his mind they continued to creep back and take hold once more.

A/N: Stay tuned for Part 4 ;)

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First, I adore you and your brain. Second, I have a silly little ankle tattoo of a doodle (it’s a lemon man) my sister made and fully love poorly drawn lil things so Eddie’s octopus is my favorite. Third! I picked up crochet during the pandemic (the first bit lmao where I got laid off and super depressed) and it’s so therapeutic when i need to just shut down and focus on one thing because I’m stressed or overwhelmed. I’m working on coasters right now, and god they’re so much easier than the first coaster pattern I tried (that one put me off for a while). I just had a funny thought though, of when Steve gets fully into it and does what a lot of us crafters do and stocks up on yarn for future projects.

I bought a big ass show organizer for all of mine and have to restrict myself to just what fits in there

(Also I’m picturing Eddie in a wonky hat like the one I just tried to make for my sister’s cat but he’s still wearing it super proud)

At the start of the pandemic, I got a new job where I was working half in the office and half from home. I also moved out of my parents’ house so I suddenly alone all the time and to kinda cope with that, I picked up knitting. I originally tried crochet but I just couldn’t get my hands to work right, but I’ve gotten it down (at least enough to do the second row), and I agree with you. It is very therapeutic and I’m happy that it was able to help you through a rough time.

And lol, but all of us crafters are the same because I have a whole shelf dedicated to yarn I bought for future knitting (and now crochet) projects.

It’s not Steve’s intention.

He is just trying this hobby out so he can tell his physical therapist that he gave it a go and it didn’t work. Steve is not crafty or creative like Eddie, so he doesn’t need to buy all this stuff.

But he did need to buy melting chocolate, so he agreed to go when Robin asked if he wanted to go to Michael’s with her. And yeah, maybe he did pick up a new crochet hook but that’s because there’s clearly something wrong with his. What other explanation is there for why he keeps skipping stitches?

And maybe he did get a new skein of yarn, but he’s just being practical. If he’s going to make Eddie a hat than he is going to need a color that compliments Eddie’s complexion, right? He might as well get this blue too. It’s a pretty color and there’s only like, five skeins left. It could disappear forever.

Then he bought a bowl to hold his yarn but it was cute! It was shaped like a sloth. And yeah, he got the yarn winder thing. That’s just practical. And okay, well. Joann’s has magazines with patterns in them so Steve’s going to need that.

And it all kinda just snowballs until, “Babe, what the hell did you buy for a hundred and fifty dollars at Michael’s?”

Steve, surrounded by yarn in each color, “Nothing.”

Also, Eddie absolutely wears anything that Steve makes him. A fan took a picture of him buying cigarettes in a lopsided hat. Another fan took a picture of him at show where his guitar strap has a single crochet chain wrapped around it. There’s a Tiktok where Eddie is pulling his hair up with a crocheted scrunchie.

#Every crafter I know has way too much stuff for a hobby they’re going to drop in a couple weeks #eddie munson tiktok saga #eddie munson #steve harrington

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 months

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A Shot in the Dark ~ Prologue

Well, welcome to my latest obsession - FBI and OA Zidan. This is a crossover between FBI, FBI: Most Wanted & Blue Bloods. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in any future chapters.

I do not own any of the characters of the FBI Franchise and Blue Bloods, they belong to their respective owners

Summary It's said, you'll always meet twice in life. But you never thought it be in a hostage situation with a gun pressed against your head.

Warnings: hostage situation, canon typical violence, coarse language, smut in later chapters

The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.

Life in general is scary, and yet you step out of your home each day and face it. You imagine how a situation might turn out if you just changed one thing in your day to day life. Sometimes it’s the sandwich they didn’t have at the bakery and sometimes it’s the choice you make on the job.

“Andrew, drop the gun and let my sister go!” Detective Danny Reagan called, his own weapon trained on the former NYPD officer, voice shaking as he looked at you, seeing his own fear mirrored in your eyes. “She’s got nothing to do with this. You want me. Let the kids and her go.”

Shaking his head, former police officer Andrew O'Sullivan pushed the muzzle of his gun harder against your temple. "They are all the leverage I need to get you to do what I want."

"O'Sullivan! This is Agent Scott and Agent Bell with the FBI. Surrender your weapons and let the hostages go. We will make sure that your demands are met, but you need to let the kids and Miss Reagan go."

You could feel the tears running down your cheeks, but you knew you had to be strong for the children. Their parents put you in charge and you, as their teacher, needed to make sure they'd get out safe. “Please Mister O’Sullivan, you got me, let the children go home. They don’t have anything to do with this.”

Your heart was hammering in your throat watching your brother desperately trying to get Andrew to drop the weapon, the ground feeling like it was going to be pulled from underneath you. And here you thought it was going to be a good day today.

Five hours earlier, 9:15 Bluestone Lane Tribeca Café

"So, heard anything from tall, dark and handsome? You looked cute together."

“Erin!”

“Mom! You’re embarrassing her.”

The lawyer grinned into her coffee mug as the three of you sat together for breakfast. "What!? I saw pictures from way back when. It's been more than four years now, just thought maybe you'd have a run in with him again."

"Nope, haven't seen him since before he started training at Quantico and you would know that. I'm practically living with dad and pop again after those idiots living above me wouldn't have smoked weed and forgot to shut off the water."

Nicky only rolled her eyes at her mother trying to play matchmaker – as always. “You should leave Y/N alone. Danny would have a field day if she came home with him.”

“Thank you, Nicky, I knew why you were my favorite niece.” You took a bite from your chocolate croissant. Usually you’d be getting the breakfast sandwich the café was famous for but today they were all out.

“I’m your only niece, so that’s not a hard feat to do.”

“Yet.” You pointed a finger at the younger woman. “And I don’t even know where he is. I’ll not be running after him and use dads resources to find him.”

“All I’m saying is that you should get laid, you can’t just stay a single workaholic forever."

Sending your sister a disapproving look, you could see the disgust on your nieces face. She was old enough to be part of that conversation and already had one boyfriend, yet you knew she was absolutely embarrassed by her mother's choice of breakfast conversation.

"Mom! God! I'll be heading off to work or you'll start talking about dad and yourself." Nicky, so much like Erin grabbed her purse and to-go cup, leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek before she moved next to you. With her arm draped over your shoulder, she leaned in as if to whisper into your ear but still spoke at normal volume. "Don't let her bully you into looking him up. You do you, Auntie, but she's right, you need to get laid."

Slack jawed at her gall, you turned accusatory eyes on the lawyer. "That's definitely on you, Erin. You taught her to be like that."

"Well, she's definitely got that from me and she'd make a great lawyer like that."

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back in your chair.

Damn, they were right.

Quickly apologizing to God under your breath, you try to anchor yourself to your mug. It had been years since you had seen Omar. You had met him outside a bar in the Financial District, after a date had dumped her right before dessert, telling her she wasn’t worth his time.

“He’s a dick, he wasn’t going to know what to do with you anyway.”

You sat together at the bar and talked about random stuff – friends, hobbies, only things that wouldn’t compromise him as you later found out he was undercover for the DEA.

“You’re quiet, what are you thinking about?”

Blinking, you watched your sister with a small, wistful smile, something she had seen so often when you had gone out to have breakfast with Nicky and her every Saturday morning. “Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, but the secret smile that barely turned up the corners of your mouth was still there and the lawyer knew that one, she had seen it often enough.

Erin took a sip from her coffee, narrowing her eyes at you. “Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You admitted quietly, looking down at your fingers, busy playing with the white napkin under your croissant.

“You should get Eddie to look for him, maybe he’s in town.”

Shaking your head vigorously. “No, I’ll not be looking for him. We would have seen each other, probably...maybe.”

“New York is huge, you think you’d just walk down Broadway and bam! There he is? Y/N, I can assure you, that’s not how it works.” She laughs, knowing all about it with her ex-husband Jack. “You want him, you need to look for him, he’s not just going to turn up if you snap your fingers.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to look for him, maybe it wasn’t meant to be if I haven’t run into him by now. Or maybe he’s somewhere in D.C., happily married with 1.93 kids, living in the suburbs and chasing the bad guys.”

Chuckling, the lawyer shook her head at you. “You got it all figured out now, huh? Maybe he’s still single, thinking about that maybe with you. He was really nice when he came around for lunch that day.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Eddie wouldn’t shut up about him for a week straight.” Just then your phone chimed, letting you know that you needed to get ready to get to your Junior High class for their field trip to the museum. You would meet them together with their parents right in front of the museum. “Shit, I’m late! Sorry Erin, I got to head off.”

“We’re not done talking about him!” She called after you as you raced out of the cafe to the next Metro station.

An hour and a half later you remind your seventh grade students to be nice and listen closely to the lady showing you around the National History Museum. “There’s going to be a test on Monday next week, so you guys should take notes on all of this.”

A groan ripped through the hall and I knew they hated me for this. “But Miss Reagan, you said we could have fun today.” Jimmy calls from the back, a frown on his cute face.

Giggling, you shook your head. They were still thinking it was just going to stay easier from there on out. “I did, but it doesn’t mean you guys can slack off on your school work. This is going to help you with your Science project.”

Groans, followed by sighs from your students were the end of that conversation. You and the group of thirteen-year-olds followed Mrs. Langdon as she talked about the museum, which exhibitions had already been part of the building and what was waiting for the boys and girls of Lower Manhattan Middle School. They were in the Early Adolescence stage and it was absolutely normal for them to act like that. With Nicky, Jack and Sean you had been exposed to that stage early on and you loved them for it.

You entered the Saurichian Hall of the museum, awed by the skeletons, the hairs on your arms starting to raise from the goosebumps at the imagination of having lived back in time, 66 millennia’s ago. But somehow, it wasn’t the only thing that gave you the shivers. At the entrance of the museum you had seen a guy, dressed like everyone else. But you had been around police your whole life and listened to your bothers to know that something was definitely wrong with him. His head was down but you saw his eyes darting about like he was searching for something – or someone.

Getting to the next section, you slightly turned your head away from your students excitingly listening to the tales of each dinosaur exhibited at the museum.

There he was again, the backpack slung low on his shoulders and it looked like he was sweating. Was he sick and needed help? If so, wouldn’t he have asked the people at the front desk or even stayed at home.

Danny had always told you to be vigilant about suspicious people roaming about and this guy fit the description. Should you text Danny or Jamie? They were probably busy with their cases and if he was just a creep you’d make a fool out of yourself and maybe your dad in extension.

Police Commissioner’s daughter accuses visitor at the National History Museum to be a creep and makes a laughing stock out of the Reagan family.

Now that would be the headline of the week.

Turning back to listen to Mrs. Langdon and your students with a sigh you missed him pulling out a gun from under his jacket, pointing it at your back before slightly lifting it up and pulling the trigger.

11:40, Joint Operations Center

“Alright guys, we've got a hostage situation at the National History Museum. Twenty-two students from LoMa Middle School and their teacher. This is high profile. Detective Reagan with the NYPD called it in about fifteen minutes ago.” ASAC Jubal Valentine’s voice rang out through the JOC. He motioned to Elise, one of the Analysts to put every information on the screens. “This is Y/N Reagan, she’s a teacher at the school and also the daughter of New York City Police Commissioner Frank Reagan.”

Your picture popped up on the screens, a happy smile on your face as you sat together with your father and your brother Jamie at a city function.

“You know, now that I’m done with my trainee-ship as teacher, we could make it official. Dad wants me to tag along at this function or other and I’d like to take you as my plus one.” You smiled at him, your arms slung around his neck as you lounged together on his bed.

Omar ran his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and up again. He loved the feeling of your soft skin under his hands, slightly roughed from the army. “It would be nice, I’d love to finally show you off to my family as well. Erin has been nagging me like a hen to know who the guy is making me smile all day.” He smiled, nuzzling her neck and listening to her giggles as his nose and beard rubbed up and down against that point where her neck met her shoulder.

"I'd like that. I bet your sister isn't the only one nagging." He chuckled, burrowing closer and pushing his lower half against yours earning a soft groan from you.

Your fingers raked over his head, feeling the short cropped hair tickle the palm of your hands. “Pop and dad are already giving me those penetrative looks, you know the ones where they are acting like cops and trying to read a suspects thoughts.”

Closing his eyes, the former army ranger breathed in your scent. It was the one thing that grounded him on days his mind sent him back to Iraq. “From what you told me I’m more afraid of your brother, not your father and grandpa.”

Omar moved next to Maggie, a soft Shit leaving his lips as his eyes swept over the screens. It had been a few years since he’d last seen you, only a few days short of leaving for his training at Quantico. Seeing your face, tear track staining your cheeks with the suspect pressing his gun to your head.

The brunette watched her partner, the fingers of his left hand anxiously playing with his ring. A sign that he was nervous. A sign Maggie had learned in the beginning when they first were partnered up.

“You know her?”

He sighed, “We, ugh, we dated for a while before, before I went into training. I...broke it off, because I thought she’d be better off without me.”

“Gosh, OA.” Maggie murmured, scratching a fingernail along her eyebrow thoughtfully. She knew her partner had been in relationships before – he was Muslim, not a virginal saint, but she had never seen him this distraught or anxious.

It was clear as day that you were still important to him and it took everything in him to not run out the door and drive off toward the museum.

"What do we have on the suspect?" Isobel questioned, coming to stand next to her 2nd in charge.

"Suspect is 40 year old Andrew O'Sullivan, former police officer with the NYPD, 54th Precinct and bomb specialist with the Marines. Detective Daniel Reagan, Y/N’s older brother was part of the investigation against him.” Kelly Moran, an analyst at the JOC spoke up, tapping hastily on his keyboard and sending the pictures of their suspect to the bigger screens. “He took drugs from evidence and tried to sell it on the street. O’Sullivan needed it for his daughter, she has leukemia and he was going to take the money to pay for her treatments.”

The analyst pressed a key to show the picture of a little girl, maybe ten years old, grinning at the camera. “Lena O’Sullivan, she”

“His daughter died two days ago, that’s why he’s doing it. He wanted to save her from it and we took the money that would pay for her treatment. Andrew has been angry with me for a while and called me after Lena died.” A new voice sounded from behind them, strong and authoritative, yet they could all hear the pain laced into his words. “He has my sister and if you guys don’t get a move on, Andrew is going to kill them all.” Detective Daniel Reagan had made his way to the JOC, knowing he couldn’t make a move against O’Sullivan without the people of the FBI. You were his little sister and he’d be damned just sitting around at the precinct when he needed to get you to safety. More so when Erin would have his head for being the reason the former officer had you and your kids as hostages.

#oa zidan x reader #oa zidan #reagan family #fbi #fbi most wanted #blue bloods #reagan sister!reader #danny reagan #fbi cbs imagine #blue bloods imagine #fbi x blue bloods #fanfic #fanfic writing

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rottweiler1 · 3 months

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❝𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.❞

pairing: 141 x male!reader and maybe some los vaqueros + others

summary: the 141 needed a helping hand to protect the world, only 4 wasn't enough. they decided for a interesting 5th member. and seemingly, the 141's other allies were also intrigued.

word count: 811!

cw: violence, normal cod gore, angst, poorly translated scottish from google.

update:

A/N: part 3!!! i had to take a small break, watched kung fu panda tday and got some pretty nice stuff from the mall, fuck yeah. off topic from there but enjoy reading this!-rottweiler

3/?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

dino headed out to the jet with the 141 by his side, shuffling down his seat, the jet took off as the rumble started to shake towards the jet making him lay his head back as the others talked. simon 'ghost' riley was quiet as usual towards the others but sometimes talked out. price was just telling his (sons) to shut the fuck up and piss off.

dino then felt the jet shake with some turbulence as dino groaned, he couldn't get too angry otherwise his spikes would stab the leather from behind his seat like chopping meat. if only he could take them off right now. the jet landed down in a rough landing as everyone got up, dusting, stretching whatever.

the doors opened to reveal a group, soap then waved and yelled as some man looking in his late 30's hugged him and with one of those handshakes that seem oddly painful but dino shrugged. it was normal in the military life. price chuckled gruffly before the man said: ❝ayee, price my man!❞ the man hand shaked the captain with his grin.

dino then had some different opinions, he cant lie alejandro's voice was attractive.. reminded him of one of those mexican cultured movies he'd watch as a kid. dino then crossed his arms as ghost greeted him, so did gaz with a nod. alejandro noticed the giant with a gasp before saying. ❝hey, who the fucks that?❞ dino glanced at alejandro before saying. ❝dino.❞ he said one word and alejandro froze.

the voice made him shocked before grinning. ❝rudy, ya gotta come hear this voice!❞ the man named rudy walked beside alejandro, before rudy was talking with the members of the los vaqueros. ❝..huh?❞ dino said bluntly with a blink as rudy blinked. ❝fucking hell.. his voice is very.. wow.❞ rudy whispered to alejandro before reaching out a hand, soap then wrapped his arm around rudy's shoulder.

❝i'm rudy-❞

❝he's rudy!❞

they both looked at eachother and laughed it off, earning a chuckle from alejandro and gaz.. a small grin from price and ghost. dino must've missed a lot before groaning quietly.. he had no time for games and shit. alejandro interrupted his thoughts. ❝las says they call ya dino!❞ dino stared before nodding, it was pretty obvious from the spikes on the back, no?

alejandro reached out his hand as dino shook it with a stare.. pulling back, dino left. thats all he needed to know. soap then said. ❝sorry mates, dino's a lil version o' simon!❞ simon growled as alejandro laughed. a mini version? fuck no, impossible for simon to even have a son..

meanwhile..

dino was in the room they're temporarily staying in, making dino a bit uneasy since its not his usual bed, still creaky though! whats the difference? dino then huffed before taking out his phone out of his bag, staring at the texts from his sister. dino then replied:

kittarioo..!! ; my dear pretty ugly brother, i need some task force pics pretty please!

dizzo!! ; kiss on a dick.

kittarioo..!! ; just show me pictures of those men, they're really hot ya know!! give me some.

dizzo!! ; woah woah, is my own sister thirstin for some fucking military men fucking dick?

kittarioo..!! ; fuck off being gay but sendd!!

dizzo!! ; dizzo sent 4 attachments.

kittarioo..!! ; thanks, dino fucker!!

dizzo!! ; piss off.

dino then groaned, shoving the phone back in his bag, shuffling on his bed as he laid his head against the cushion, crossed arms behind his head that was making his head laying on. dino wondered if he would ever get to meet his sister.. dino got up before putting on his mask and sunglasses as someone knocked.

❝hey, dino. price is calling everyone to gathering with the los vaqueros, better hurry now.❞ gaz said and smiled, walking off as his footsteps went faint. dino then followed, fixing his green camo gloves. gaz opened the doors before taking seats, dino sat inbetween soap and rudy, simon was across him. dino glared and simon did back.

❝ya fuckers cant even get your rivalry postponed? we have a fucking timer to save the world.❞ price interrupted as simon and dino gazed back at price. ❝alright, now were gonna..❞ price kept going on and on as dino was gonna sleep, closing his eyes. dino was quietly sleeping for atleast 16 minutes before someone hit him.

dino growled and hit them back hard thinking its an enemy. turning out its just soap.. and with his slightly crooked nose. ❝fuck.. sorry.❞ dino said as he rubbed his temples, alejandro and rudy made sure soap was okay.. then the others eyed dino. their strength is strong, no lie. dino then went up to his room, made a lie. ( had imaginations.. about.. punching.. dinos. )

dino closed the door before grabbing pills, shoving down his throat, he had hallucinations, overworked hallucinations.. it wasnt long till the deployment starts.. would dino be fine?

the day of the deployement.

shuffling into the jeep, dino was large so he had to somehow fit.. so the jeeps roof was open, letting him see all the building and citizens from here. soap then said. ❝taking this fucker down is easy, just got my muscles not through rough training is all.❞ soap said, smug. alejandro laughed, ghost glanced at soap with a smile. you couldnt see it.

but rudy knew when he looked at ghost in the top view mirror.. the eyes of his lifted.

then they arrived at the destination, all devices were set.. ammo? set.. they sent dino in first because he was more the bigger and used as a body shield. on dino.

they were in a laboratory was where it took them to, there was just glass shatter.. ❝looks like they raided the place.❞ gaz said before slowly walking inside, price then went to the locked door before saying. ❝ on me. ❞ price kicked down the locked door before rushing inside, ghost went the other way to clear the room. gaz and soap followed in, and the others did too. the room was filled with gaurds, scientists hiding from this 2nd raid.

dino then shot someone, snapped their neck before kicking their body, shooting someone from behind without a care. fucking assholes. ❝ careful, theres snipers. ❞ dino said before someone tried to choke him with something, he then stabbed the guy with his spikes on his back before kicking some asshole infront.

ghost then shot someone right in the head before multiple came out from the corners. ❝ fuck! theese whiskies. ❞ ghost growled before killing the last person in another room. the soldiers infront seemed to know him with fear and bravery, they decided to risk it. to defeat THE ghost? pathetic.

gas then shot people with a pistol as someone kicked his pistol away, alejandro shot the guy. the pistol was far away. ❝ COVER FOR ME! ❞ gas yelled before alejandro nodded, gas slid on the ground past the killed soldiers quick and took his gun and placed it in his holster. he then eyed a better gun and took it before shooting someone who was behind alejandro.

soap and rudy was eachothers back to back, shooting them down before splitting, soap ran past ghost before stealing a knife from his pocket before stabbing someone in the head then slit someones throat and shot up someone.

rudy then punched someone, kicking them in the crotch as they whined before shooting them in the head. there was more? rudy could take them all with alejandro beside him. ❝¿quieres joder conmigo? vamos.❞ (wanna fuck with me? come on.)

price then spoke in the radio. ❝ more soldiers coming then we expected, get your arse upstairs. we're not taking evac yet, over. ❞

everyone then ran upstairs to see scared scientists in the lab rooms from the glass as the group walked to the exit stairs like badasses.. well thats what johnny would say.

they went upstairs with price, running before heading to the last floor they needed to retrieve the files about the group and.. ❝come on L.T, what if they go' chips? ❞ ghost grumbled before saying. ❝its a lab, not a fuck for 1 free chip gig.❞ ghost followed the group before footsteps were heard.

they all stopped before whipping out guns incase, dino then growled before getting infront of the team as a bodyshield, someone came down from the vents with style before whipping out the gun.

❝ kitty. ❞ dino growled at the woman with a grin on her face.

❝ dino. ❞ dino then tapped his foot with steady combat, guns aimed at her..

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.79

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Hey, my loves! Thank you for coming to read another chapter! I'll keep this short because we all know what time it is! Thank you for being here, I love you all so much ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: IT'S FINALLY FREAKING HERE, BESTIES! Another milestone for the HLG series! The Bradshaw boys are about to be born! I hope you are all as excited as I am! 🤩

Word Count: 5.1k (Another long one 🥹)

Warnings: panicking, frantic behavior, crying, description of operation for the cesarian, mentions childbirth, cursing, but so much excitement and love 😍

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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Austin started to run around the house while he was on the phone with Bradley. You were sitting on the steps in your wetness. You giggled as you watched him run around hearing little bits of the conversation.

“Hey, yeah, Bradley. Don’t panic, but y/n’s water broke.” He ran upstairs to get yours, the boys, and Bradley’s bag. You sat back on the steps and rubbed your belly. You were focusing on your breathing.

Damn, I can’t wait to get these boys out. I feel so heavy. You surprisingly felt so relaxed. You weren’t freaking out.

Austin came running down with all the bags, “Yea. She’s okay. She’s sitting here. But you need to get back now. I’ll take her to the hospital if you wanna meet us there?” He ran out into the garage and came back in with a blank stare. “Darlin, there are no cars here.”

You started to laugh and so did he. Austin covered his mouth. “Oh shit, what do we do?” He started to chuckle.

You shrugged your shoulders and started to laugh hard as you held your belly, “I guess we better get to steppin’!”

Austin shook his head at you, “I’m gonna call Evelyn. See if I can run over to borrow her car.” He got back on the phone with Bradley. “I’ll call you once we are there, Brad.” He hung up and placed his hands over his eyes. “Holy crap, how do we not have a car?” You both started to laugh. “Gonna call Evelyn. I’ll be back, darlin.” He kissed your forehead and went to call her.

You laid back on the steps and rubbed your belly. “Well boys, you are finally going to make your appearance. I can’t wait to meet you both. Daddy is going to be so excited to see you both. He’s been wanting you both here since the day he found out we were pregnant.” You rubbed your belly and smiled, “Your big sister Leia is the coolest sister ever, but something tells me she’s going to use the both of you as her own little minions.” You giggled as you pictured Leia using her little brothers to get what she wants. “You’re already love by so many people, boys. I can’t wait for everyone to meet you. You both are so perfect already.” You took a deep breath, “I hope in the slightest you’ll look like me, but if you look like daddy… I can’t complain. That means you’ll both be so handsome. I love you boys so much already. You bring so much joy to me and everyone around already.” You kissed your hand and placed it on your belly, “I’ll see you soon, babies. Mommy loves you.”

Austin came back in the house out of breathe, “All right, I ran to their house and got the car. Leia has no idea yet, but let’s get you changed and ready to go, darlin. Let’s have some babies!” He helped you up in excitement.

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Austin helped you into Evelyn’s car. He set down a towel for you to sit on. He threw the bags into the trunk and you were off. He reached over and grabbed your hand, “Darlin, you are awfully calm for someone who is about to birth twins.” He started to chuckle.

You shook his hand in yours, “I’m just ready. I feel like I’ve been pregnant forever. I just want to hold them already.” You looked out the window and smiled. You started to rub your belly. “Will Bradley meet us there?”

“He will be there, darlin. Probably before us.”

“And Leia?”

He chuckled, “She will stay the night at Evelyn’s tonight. She was excited when Evelyn asked if she wanted to sleep over.”

You relaxed back in your seat as you had slight contractions. You squeezed Austin’s hand every so often. When you finally arrived at the hospital, Bradley was parked in a stall near the emergency room. He was leaned up against the car with his arms crossed. He was looking around for you and Austin. When you finally pulled up next to him he jumped off of the truck and slowly jogged with a limp over to your side of the car. He swung the door open and grabbed your face.

“Oh my baby. I’m so sorry I wasn’t home. How are you? Are you feeling okay? Are you in any pain?” He covered your face in kisses and placed his hands on your belly. “How are my boys?”

You patted his cheeks and brought his gaze up to yours, “We are all okay, baby. I promise.” You kissed his lips and giggled, “You are more frantic than I am.”

He scoffed and chuckled. “Sweetheart, This is my first… well birth.” He held onto your hands and kissed them.

Austin came over with a nurse and wheelchair. He held the wheelchair and locked it. Bradley helped you down from the car and into the wheelchair. he kissed your lips over and over again ending with a smile. “You ready to have these babies, sweetheart?”

You giggled and nodded, “Let’s go and have ourselves some baby boys, Brad.” He chuckled against your lips before kissing you one more time. The nurse started to push you to the entrance while Austin and Bradley grabbed the bags from the car.

Bradley’s POV

I held mine and your bag over my shoulder. I slapped Austin on his back. “Thank you for getting them here, man.”

He chuckled and hugged me back, “Like I always say, I’ll always take care of ‘em, Brad.”

We walked behind the nurse and you through the hospital. When they settled us into a room they hooked you up to a bunch of monitors to keep track of you and the boys. You were laying on your side facing me. You stuck your hand out and smiled. “Ready to be a daddy, again?”

I grabbed your hand and kissed it, “So ready, sweetheart.”

Austin came over and kissed your head, “I’ll let you both have your time together. I’m going to head back to the house to let Jake and Natasha know when they get home.” You nodded and Austin came over to give me a hug. “Text me with updates. I’ll be waiting.” Austin chuckled as he patted my back.

“Bye, Darlin. I love you both! See you soon boys!” Austin waved at you both before leaving.

Now it was just you and me. I scooted my chair closer to the side of your bed and massaged your head with one hand as the other held your hand in mine. I laid my head on the side railing and smiled at you. “You look so calm and beautiful right now, sweetheart. Tell me your secrets.”

You shook your head in my palm and giggled. “I’m just ready to have these boys. When you’ve been carrying a big belly like this for nearly 9 months, you’re just so ready for when the time comes.” You kissed his palm. “My beauty is my natural beauty. I can’t help you in that department, Bradshaw.”

“Ouch, honey. That hurts my feelings.” I laughed and continued to massage your head. “I love you so much.”

You whispered into my palm. “And I love you, Bradley.” You smiled slowly.

The doctor came in and checked your vitals and the boy’s vitals. “Mr. And Mrs. Bradshaw, are you ready to have these babies?” They smiled at the both of us.

“You ready, sweetheart?” I caressed your cheek. You placed your hand on mine and smiled.

“Definitely.”

The doctors and nurses started to wheel you to the operation room. The doctor handed me a sterile gown, booties, gloves, and a hair cap. When I entered the room you were being prepped for the cesarian. They had the drape set up over your chest and you had a hair net on. They had everything set up for the boys. I danced my way over to you and you were giggling. You stuck your hand out for mine. I grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it. They gave me a mask and I put it on. They placed an oxygen mask onto you. I squatted down by your head. I rubbed and massaged your scalp as they started.

“You’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you, honey.” I kept massaging your head. “Think of it, sweetheart. In the next 10 minutes our boys will be here. we’ll be parents of 3. Our little girl and our two little boys.”

You giggled causing your mask to fog up, “These boys are not little. They definitely take after you, Brad. I could feel it in my aching bones.” You giggled and I placed a mask kiss to your head.

“You’re so crazy, sweetheart. You’re probably not wrong.” I started to chuckle. “Was Our little Leia Rey big too?”

You nodded, “HUGE. 7 and a half pounds. 21 inches long. She definitely takes after you.” You reached your hand up to my cheek and smiled.

With that we heard the doctor say the first boy was out. “Baby Bradshaw number one is here!” The doctor held him up slightly.

We heard crying and you started to tear up. I cried with you and stood up to look over the drape. There he was, our first little boy laying there kicking and flailing his arms around crying. He looked so big and healthy. They let me cut his cord and I was shaking. I cried and came back down to place kissed on your head.

I cried as I told you about our first little boy, “God he’s perfect, sweetheart. He’s beautiful.” I was wiping your tears as you cried. “He’s so beautiful, honey.” I placed my forehead to your temple and cradled your head. They took him and placed him in a bassinet to take him to clean him and check him.

“And baby Bradshaw number two!” The doctor held him up slightly and I made my way to the other side of the drape. He was crying and kicking his little legs. They had me cut his cord and they took him back with our other baby boy. I cried hard and leaned down and took yours and my mask off. I kissed you over and over again as we both cried. I cradled your head in my hands. “God, baby they’re perfect! You were right. They’re huge.” I laughed through my tears, “I’m so sorry, baby.” I kissed your forehead. “They’re beautiful, sweetheart. You did so good.”

After the doctors and nurses cleaned you up and closed up your operation sight, they brought the boys back in. The nurses were carrying them over. They were fast asleep and calm. They were wrapped in their blankets. They each had different colored hats on. Baby boy A had a blue hat and baby boy B had a green one. They handed baby boy A to me and they held baby boy B.

My eyes watered as I held him in my hands. “Oh my gosh… look at your tiny nose, your tiny lips. Holy shit.” The nurse showed me baby boy B. “Holy shit. Look at him! He’s already got that killer smirk on his face.” I got choked up and started to cry. The nurse and I showed both boys to you and you sobbed.

“My boys.” I kissed the tears from your eyes. You place your hand on each of them and kissed their heads. “They look just like Leia when she was born.” You cried. “That means they’ll look just like you, Brad.” You started to giggle.

“Oh, sweetheart. You did so good. Thank you so much for blessing me with two more beautiful babes.” I kissed your head, “They’re perfect, just like you.”

“I love you, Bradley.”

“I love you, y/n. Forever.”

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They brought us back to the room. They brought our boys into the room in their bassinets shortly after. I sat you up in your bed and you gasped as the nurses started to roll them in. You put your hands over your mouth and looked at me with excitement. “Oh my gosh! Our boys, Bradley!”

They rolled them up by your bedside. You looked at them in awe. “Hi my babies.” You waved at them by curling your fingers. I grabbed baby boy A and handed him to you. I grabbed baby boy B and held him. I sat on the bed next to you and we looked at them in amazement.

“Baby, look at em!” I held baby B by baby A. “Freaking identical. How are we ever going to tell them apart, sweetheart.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. “They’re perfect.” I kissed baby boy B and I leaned over to kiss baby boy A. I looked at you with tears in my eyes. “Is this for real, baby?” I chuckled and kissed your temple.

You nodded and kissed baby boy A. “This is real, Brad. Oh my goodness. They’re beautiful.” We switched babies and we both started to cry. They were everything we imagined and more. They were more than perfect. I felt like I was dreaming.

I looked over at the nurse, “How much did each of them weigh?” You looked over in curiosity.

They smiled at us, “Baby A was 6 lbs 3 oz. 20 inches. Baby B was 5 lbs 10 oz but 21 inches long. You have some big boys.”

I started to chuckle. “Holy shit, sweetheart you were carrying behemoths!”

“However, Baby B will have to stay in NICU for at least a week. He was having a little difficulty breathing. So after we are finished visiting, we will take him with us.”

You looked at me sadly. I kissed your cheek and his cheek while you held him. “He’ll be okay, sweetheart. He’s a Bradshaw.”

You smiled and nodded as you kissed his cheek. “You’re a Bradshaw. Strong just like your big sister and daddy.”

The nurse smiled at the both of us, “I will ensure you he’s fine. We just want to monitor him to make sure he doesn’t have any blocked airways. You both are welcomed to visit him anytime. Baby A will be able to stay with you both.”

I gave you baby boy A and you held them both in your arms. I snapped a couple of pictures. And then the nurse snapped a couple of pictures of both of us with the boys. We gave baby boy B kisses before the nurse took him away.

Another nurse came in to check on you and baby boy A. “Have mommy and daddy picked out names for the lucky boys?” They smiled at us.

We looked at one another and nodded. “We have.” I kissed your lips.

The nurse took me with her to go and watch as baby B was being prepped for the NICU. After they situated him they allowed me into the room. He was in an incubator with a breathing mask and an oxygen monitor attached to his foot. They added a couple of pads to his chest to monitor his heart rate. I knew he was going to be okay. He was already a strong baby boy. I kissed my fingers and placed them on his belly. “I love you, baby boy. Daddy’s here.” I stayed in there for a while. I excused myself from the room when they started to perform a routine check on him.

I was taken to a room next to the NICU to sign the birth certificates for baby boy A and baby boy B. I wrote their names on each paper and signed them. The nurse released me back to go to the room with you. I brought the birth certificates with me so you could sign them as well.

“Oh my gosh, Bradley Bradshaw.” You held up the certificates and giggled. “I love you so much, baby. I can’t believe our boys are finally here.” You kissed my cheek. “How do you think Leia will react?”

I started to laugh, “Oh man. She’s going to be so excited, sweetheart.” My eyes went wide. “How do you think the squad back home is gonna react? Bri and Billy?” We both started to laugh. “Holy shit. We are in for it, baby.” I kissed your cheek hard as we cuddled with baby boy A. I rubbed my index finger over his lips. They were slightly parted as he slept. It caused him to smirk slightly.

“Oooooh….” I cooed over my son’s smile. “He’s already gonna be a little lady-killer. He’s gonna steal all their hearts. Both of ‘em.” He poked his little hand out from the blanket. I placed my pinky into his fist and he gripped it. I started to cry. “This is the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” I wiped my tears and kissed your cheek. “Thank you, baby. I can’t thank you enough for making me a daddy again. This is extraordinary.”

After a couple of hours of settling in, I finally called Austin. You and baby boy A were sleeping.

Austin answered the phone with Hangman and Phoenix. They all said “Hey.” In unison.

I waved and smiled. “Hey guys.”

Hangman shoved his head into the camera, “Did she have them Bradshaw boys!?” He tried looking around.

I started to laugh as Phoenix pushed Hangman’s head out of the screen. I whispered because I didn’t want to wake you up. “She did and they’re perfect. Y/n and baby A are asleep right now.” I flipped the camera to show you asleep with him in your arms. They all cooed over you and baby A. I flipped the camera back over to me. “And baby B is in NICU. He was having a little trouble breathing, so they’re monitoring him.” I smiled and covered my mouth.

“I can’t wait to come and see them!” Phoenix was so excited.

“We will give mommy and daddy their first day and night with the boys, but come tomorrow. We will all be there.”

I nodded, “I’ll see you all tomorrow.” I waved bye to all of them and hung up. Next I video called Mav.

“Hey, Bradley. Everything alright, kiddo?” Mav was smiling.

“Everything is good, Mav. Are you alone?” I placed my hand over my mouth to hide my smile.

He nodded, “Yes, I am. Amelia and Penny are out sailing right now. Did you want to talk?”

I shook my head, “No, I just wanted to congratulate you.” I started to smile.

He jerked his head back and looked at me with furrowed brows. “Congratulate me? On what?” He started to laugh.

I stood up and went to go sit by you on the bed. “You can’t tell anyone. NO ONE, Mav.”

He chuckled, “I won’t say anything. What’s up?”

I held the camera out to show you, baby A, and I in the camera. You were still fast asleep with baby A in your arms.

Mav gasped. “OH MY GOD!” He was screaming on the phone. I turned down the volume and chuckled. I went to go and sit on the couch. I put my finger to my lips. “Holy crap, Rooster! She had the baby!”

I laughed, “Yes, she did. So congratulations again, Papa Mav.” He didn’t know about the twins yet, so I kept him thinking it was just baby A.

He started to cry. “Oh my god, I can’t wait to meet him. He is beautiful, Bradley!” He wiped his tears, “I’m so proud of you. You’re gonna be great. You’re already a fantastic father to Leia. You’re going to be even greater with the two of them together.” He patted his eyes dry and laughed, “God I am so excited for you and y/n. Congratulations!”

“Thank you. Mav.” I looked back over to you as you shifted in bed with baby A in your arms.

“Does baby boy have a name?” He smiled excitedly. I nodded. I grabbed his birth certificate and focused the camera on his name. “Oh Man! That’s a great name, Brad!” I turned the camera back to me. I couldn’t stop smiling. “Well, hey. I’ll let you go so you both can get some rest. You’re going to need all the sleep you could get.”

I chuckled. “All right. I text you updates.”

“Perfect. I love you, Rooster. Congratulations again.”

“I love you too, Mav. Thank you.” I waved to him and hung up.

The next person I called was Evelyn and Phantom. The video call rung a couple of times and Evelyn finally answered. On the screen was her and the girls.

“Hey, pretty girls!” I waved to them.

“Hi, Rooster!” The girls yelled back with a big smile on their faces. “Is everything okay, Rooster?” Evelyn asked sweetly.

I nodded, “I just thought I would share some news with you all. Where is Leia Rey?”

The girls ran off screen, “Leia is taking a bath right now. She should be done shortly.” Evelyn smiled at me.

“Where is Phantom?”

Evelyn looked around and called him over. There were both on screen now. “Hey, Lieutenant Commander! How are you doing?”

I smiled and nodded, “I am doing great, I called because I wanted to share something with you both.”

“Yea? What’s up, kiddo?” Phantom chuckled as he put his glasses on.

I stood up and walked over to your bed side again. Before I turned the camera, I put my finger on my lips to signal them to stay quiet. I finally flipped the camera to show you and baby boy A fast asleep.

“Oh my goodness!” Evelyn said in a hushed tone. “He’s huge!” Phantom chuckled.

I turned the camera back around and went back to the couch to sit. “They were just born.”

“THEY!?” Phantom looked at me shocked. “THERE IS MORE THAN ONE?”

I nodded and started to laugh, “Two little boys. Baby boy B is in the NICU. He was having some breathing issues, but he’s going to be okay.” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Oh, my gosh! Congratulations to you both, Rooster!” Evelyn was so excited. “We have to tell Leia!”

“Wait!” I chuckled. “I want it to be a surprise. Can you all come tomorrow around noon?”

Phantom nodded and placed his hand over his mouth. “Of course! Oh my gosh, of course! We are so excited to meet the Bradshaw boys!”

“I’m excited for you to meet them too. You have to keep this a secret Phantom. Mav doesn’t know about the twins. Just one.”

He placed his hand on his chest, “Oh I won’t say a word! We will let you go! Get all the sleep you both can! Tell mama she’s beautiful and congratulations for us! We will see you all tomorrow!”

I nodded and waved to them, “Thank you, I will. See you all tomorrow!”

———-

Your POV

Throughout the night, You tried your best to start feeding baby boy A. You taught Bradley how to properly change a diaper. He got sprayed by baby boy twice.

“Holy shit!” He dodged his son’s stream of pee coming for him. “That boy’s got a freaking hose on him!” He started to chuckle as he wiped him clean and put a new diaper on him.

You laid on Bradley’s back and giggled. “Just wait for his first poop. That is going to be the worst. It’s going to be everywhere.”

Bradley turned slowly to you and looked terrified. “You’re not going to change the first poop diaper, sweetheart? You know… to teach me?”

You giggled and shook your head. “That's all you, aviator. I’ll help you, but you are on doodie duty.”

He dropped his head and started to laugh, “If they’re anything like me… That first shit is going to be gnarly, babe.”

You both started to laugh as Bradley picked up baby boy A. He cradled him into his arms and kissed his forehead. Bradley looked over at you and kissed your forehead. “Ready to go visit baby boy B?”

You nodded and placed a kiss on baby boy A’s head. “Let’s go and see your baby brother, babe.”

Bradley grabbed the wheelchair and helped you into it. He gave you baby boy A and started to push you through the halls to go and see your son. You were excited to have them together again.

When you arrived, the nurse brought you over to baby boy B. He was fast asleep. You held baby boy A in one arm and stuck your other arm in the incubator hole. You started to gently run your finger over your son. A little smile appeared on his face.

Bradley started to tear up. “Gosh, they are so happy already. They love your touch, sweetheart.” Bradley kissed a kiss on your temple. “They’re so perfect. We have 3 perfect kids. We are 3/3, baby.”

You look up at him and his eyes were so full of love. He looked down at you smiling. “They get it from their momma.” Bradley placed a sweet kiss on your lips and placed his forehead against yours, “I love you, forever, sweetheart.”

You smiled sweetly, “And I love you, always, Bradley Bradshaw.” You both shared little giggles and looked at both of your sons. They both had little smiles on their little faces.

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You and Bradley spent a couple of hours with baby boy B in the NICU. You and he each took turns holding each boy or both. The nurse came in and let you both know that baby boy B was doing well and that they would try to decrease the oxygen tomorrow to see if he would be okay without it.

After spending some time with him, the nurses excused you and Bradley back to your room. They were going to run a couple of tests on baby boy B. When you and Bradley got back to the room, you both started to get ready for then they family started to come and see the babies.

Bradley changed baby boy A into a cute little outfit. “Alright baby boy. Let’s see what we have in your bag to wear.” Bradley changed his diaper and pulled out a Darth Vader onesie and a little Vader beanie. “Hooooly Shit. Of course, you would bring this for him, sweetheart.” Bradley laughed and held up the outfit.

“It comes with little black booties too.” You giggled as you watched Bradley change baby boy A into his new outfit. Bradley was so gentle with him.

“All right, baby boy. One arm. The other arm. And let’s button up the crotch.” Bradley had the cutest baby-talk voice as he talked to your son. “Ohh what a stud!” He placed his little beanie on and picked him up. Bradley was giving baby boy A’s cheek little kisses making sure his lips squeaked together with each kiss. “You and your brother are the most handsome boys ever. Oh you’re gonna steal all the ladies.” He chuckled and held your son next to his face. “Look at ‘em, babe. The sweetest Vader you’ll ever meet.” Bradley rubbed his cheek lightly against your son’s face.

You giggled and started to slowly change into other clothes. Bradley bounced your son around and sang to him as you slowly got ready.

[Bradley sings Dance with My Father by Luther Vandross]

You watched as Bradley held your first son in his hands. He rubbed the tip of his nose with your son’s. He placed a kiss on his little lips causing him to smile a little bit. Bradley was bouncing him in his hands as he danced with him slowly, not taking his eyes off him. He started to sing in a hushed tone to him. You couldn’t hear really much of what Bradley was singing until he started to sing a little louder.

“My father would lift me high… and dance with my mother and me and then… spin me around ’til I fell asleep… Then up the stairs, he would carry me… And I knew for sure… I was loved…”

He brought your son back up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. You started to tear up at their first dance together. You watched as Bradley kept singing to your baby boy and dancing. As you continued to change you could still Bradley singing to your baby boy. You could hear him sniffling as he sang.

“If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him… I’d play a song that would never, ever end. How I’d love, love, love to dance with my father again.”

You slowly made your way over to Bradley and placed your hand on his arm. He looked at you with tears in his eyes. He continued to bounce your son. You kissed his shoulder and he kissed your head. You swayed and rubbed Bradley’s back. He continued to sing through his tears.

“Every night I fall asleep… this is all I ever dream…”

He kissed your son again and this one lingered for a bit longer. He sniffled hard and you wiped his tears.

“They’d be so proud of you, Bradley. I know they’re proud of you. You are such a great man, husband, and father.” You caressed his cheek, “You are perfect, Bradley Bradshaw.” You gave him a sweet smile.

He kissed your palm and kissed you. “I couldn’t have been where I am today without an amazing woman like you, sweetheart. I love you.”

———-

You held your baby boy while Bradley went and got cleaned up for when your family came to see the boys. You lightly rubbed the bridge of his nose as he slept. His mouth was slightly open. He looked just like Leia did when she was born. “My god, there are going to be 4 Bradley’s running around the house.” You giggled. Your little boy smirked again in his sleep. You rubbed your nose to his. “You boys just love to smile.”

Bradley came out of the bathroom smiling at you. “They get it from me.”

You started to laugh and nodded, “They’re already so much like you and Leia.”

Bradley sat down and put his arm around your shoulders. “They smile when they hear you, just like Leia and I.” He kissed your temple. “You have the sweetest and most comforting voice. How could we not?”

You smiled at Bradley and kissed his lips. He looked at his watch and then up to the clock. “I’ll be back, sweetheart. Everyone should be getting here soon. I’m going to go down to the lobby and wait for them.”

You nodded and sat back comfortably in the bed. “Hurry back. We’ll miss you.” Bradley kissed you again.

“I’ll be back, babies. I love you.”

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AHHHH! The boys are here! I am so excited! How do you think everyone will react to them? I am so excited for you all to read more about them! I'll see you all at the next one, Besties 🫶🏼

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Awkwardness Aside I Care About You

Request from @loxleys-blog I’m thinking about either being joey’s sister or a relative one of the other friends and growing up and falling for chandler and chandler not realising me until I moved down the hall/in with monica.

Entering Monica’s apartment I flopped down on the long couch throwing my hair across it. I had been tired from work all day trying to come up with a new book idea. I had dropped out of college to become an author while my sisters Phoebe and Ursula decided to find work with only a high school degree. The apartment door opened and closed. “Did Monica band you from the couch so now you’re letting nobody else use it?”

“No Chandler. It’s just my job…it’s been stressful these past few weeks.” Covering my face with my hands I huffed under my breath.

Chandler rounds the couch sitting down when I rolled over making room for him. “Stressful how?”

“I have been wracking my brain about what my next book should be but I’ve got nothing. It’s like I am stuck in this place where I have no inspiration even though I love writing.” I sat upright against the back of the couch with my hands in my lap.

He sent me a smile draping his arm over the couch. “Well then I could help you with getting inspiration.”

“Oh really how so?” I chuckled, curious to see what he had in mind.

Chandler got to his feet standing in front of me climbing up on the table in the center of the apartment. “Picture these two guys watching tv until ... .a dinosaur breaks into the apartment. He tears through the tv and the guys try to fight him off like ah!”

“Chandler!” I gasped when he did a high kick in the air falling off the table and knocked all the stuff off the table.

The apartment door opened and Monica gasped rushing over to him. “What is wrong with you? I just got all the magazines organized.”

“Sorry Monica. I was trying to give Y/n ideas and then fell.” He admitted getting to his feet flopping down by my side.

The door swung opened revealing Rachel and Phoebe who were both excited about something. Turning around on the couch I laid my arms across the couch tilting my head. “Hey guys, what’s going on?”

“I need to go out for drinks tonight.” Rachel huffed sitting down at the kitchen table.

Nodding my head that was that conversation. The four of us girls ended up going out of the apartment building and to the bar where they sold some not so expensive wine. Taking a long drink Phebe started up a conversation I wish she hadn't. “So I know that Rachel doesn't want to talk about her love life but do you have anyone in mind?”

“Oh I don’t think so.” I shake my head no.

Monica had finished half her drink. “You're avoiding the question why?”

“I am not!” I snapped avoiding their gazes on purpose this time.

Rachel tilted her head figuring it out before they did. “I get it now. You do like somebody you just won't fess up to it. Is it somebody we know?”

“Maybe.”

“Does he live in our building?” She pressed on.

I grabbed the bottle of wine and started to finish the rest off by myself until Phoebe took it from my hands. “Phoebe! Okay fine, yes I like somebody but it would totally ruin our friendship if he ever found out.”

“Is it Joey?’ Monica leaned forward with curiosity.

Rachel and Phoebe stared at me when I shook my head no in response. I swore that my blonde friend was about to jump over the table and tackle me in a huge hug over this. “Oh my gosh it's Chandler. It has to be Chandler!”

“Okay, okay. Yes mystery solved. But news flash is never going to happen between us.” Throwing my hands up in the air I wished it could happen but I knew in my heart we would probably never get together. He has to only see me as a friend. “So let's just forget about it.”

Rachel got an idea in her mind. “If you're so afraid then let's do it as a dare that you would never back down from.”

“If you’re daring me to do anything I'll need more wine.” I said snatching the bottle back across the table. The next morning had come where I didn't feel like getting up from Monica’s couch since I had passed out in her apartment. Phebe fell asleep in her corner chair with Rachel and Monica in their bedrooms.

The apartment door got kicked open causing me and Phebe to jump awake seeing Joey stammering around. “Y/n, how could you not tell Chandler the truth?”

“Hub, what are you talking about?” Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I was confused at what he meant.

Chandler came through the door leaning over the couch where we were so close to having our noses together. “Why did you leave me a drunk message on our answering machine?”

“Um…how would you feel if I said it was a dare?” I nervously asked him, remembering that I basically had declared that I had feelings for him.

Chandler steps backwards, throwing his hands up into his hair still stunned that he didn't see that I had feelings for him before he heard the message that morning. “We swallow our feelings, even if it means we're unhappy forever. Sound good?”

“Chandler, I….I don't think I can accept that if you feel the same way.” Getting to my feet I leaned my body against the back of the couch.

He blinked nervously, chuckling. “Why wouldn't I want to be with you. I mean I've always had feelings for you.”

“You have?” I questioned him covering my mouth with my hands.

Joey and Phoebe silently watched the interaction between their friends. Neither of them was sure what would happen next. Meaning they couldn't look away. Chandler stared at me silently walking up to me and cupping my face in his hands kissing me. “Ohhh he kissed her!”

I gasped not expecting him to do something like that. I was so afraid he wouldn't feel the same but it didn't matter now. “I guess I was worried for nothing. It isn’t awkward at all that they are watching us.” I chuckled, kissing him back until we needed air to breathe.

“It doesn’t matter if they're watching us. I'm just happy I didn't just embarrass myself in front of the girl I apparently have been crushing on my whole life.” He declared before I wrapped my arms around his neck shushing his concerns with a kiss.

Rachel opened her door the same time as Monica, seeing what was happening in front of them. “What did we miss here?” Chandler and I separated sending them each a bright smile of relief.

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