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✮⋆˙ i’m a motherfucking starboy!
i will write mostly anything, however i will not write triggering or disgusting topics such as r*pe, incest/stepcest, or anything alike! and i have the right to refuse any req if it makes me uncomfortable, thank you!
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✮ fic genre indicators!
౨ৎ - suggestive/smut
ᝰ.ᐟ - angst
ʚɞ - fluff
☆ - a lil mix of everything
✮ NICK!
(x platonic!fem reader or x romantic!male reader!)
✮ fics!
✮ coming soon!
✮ headcanons!
✮ coming soon!
✮ series!
✮ coming soon!
✮ MATT!
↳ (x platonic or romantic!female reader!)
✮ fics!
✮ TO KNOW THINGS LIKE LOVE: in which matt still grapples with the devastating loss of his girlfriend, y/n. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ]
✮ TO KNOW THINGS LIKE LOVE 0.02: in which matt’s life is turned upside down in a split second and it leaves him a shell of the person he used to be. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ]
✮ WISH YOU’D LET ME STAY: in which matt and y/n have a complicated relationship, they label it friends with benefits, but deep down they both know it’s much more than that. [ ☆ ]
✮ FEEL IT ON THE WAY HOME: in which matt finds himself growing jealous of y/n's friendship with nathan, despite matt not officially being with her, however she sees his deepest worries and assures there's no one else for her. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ] [ ʚɞ ]
✮ COVERED IN YOU: in which history has a tendency to repeat itself for matt and y/n, and this time y/n’s had enough of the back and forth because despite fighting it for years, she’s in love with matt, but does he love her back? [ ᝰ.ᐟ ] [ ʚɞ ]
✮ SOME TYPE OF WAY: in which y/n takes matt up on the offer he proposes after they meet at a party, however they feel their resolve slipping as the tension grows thicker. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ OH, BABYDOLL: in which a night of drunken celebration between matt and his best friend turns into something more, something they both yearned for. [ ☆ ]
✮ CRYING ON SATURDAY NIGHT: in which matt has always leaned towards all things horrifying and brutal his entire life, his very obvious issues coming out in the form of a deeply disturbing interest in gore, murder, death. he’s always known that he needs help but he’s also always been capable of keeping his instincts under control, until that fateful saturday night. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ]
✮ blurbs!
coming soon!
✮ headcanons!
✮ HUSBAND+DAD!MAT HCS: in which matt navigates being a husband and a dad. [ ʚɞ ]
✮ DEALER!MATT HCS: in which matt is your regular dealer who becomes more than that. [ ☆ ]
✮ SUB!MATT HCS: in which matt can’t help but submit to his girlfriend. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ BRAT TAMER + PENT UP!MATT HCS: in which matt’s brat tamer and pent up sides come into play. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ series!
✮ SNAP OUT OF IT: in which y/n lands a spot in the most competitive entry class at harvard, its high demand film and production studies class, however when she arrives, she's rather conflicted to find out her suite mate is none other than someone she knew, and grew to heavily despise in high school, matt sturniolo.
✮ CHRIS!
↳ (x platonic or romantic!female reader!)
✮ fics!
✮ WELCOME HOME: in which chris and y/n welcome a four-legged addition into their home. [ ʚɞ ]
✮ BEEN AWAY: in which y/n grows tired of chris constantly being whisked away on business trips and taken to fancy parties every weekend, and she realizes it’s straining their relationship. [ ☆ ]
✮ IN ANOTHER DIMENSION: in which y/n and chris have been together for a while but the time for their relationship is coming to an end when they both realize that they were only projecting their feelings for other people onto one another. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ]
✮ BACK TO YOU: in which no matter where they are in life, chris and y/n find their way back to one another, despite knowing that it never really works, until day he gives in and stops fighting what he knows is meant to be. [ ☆ ]
✮ I WAS BLIND TO SEE: in which y/n spent years begging chris to let her into his heart, but he was unrelenting, so eventually she gave up. but after a whole, things change for chris. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ] [ ʚɞ ]
✮ YOU BELONG TO ME: in which chris is forced to see how deep his desire for y/n truly runs, and y/n is forced to see that she’ll never belong to another guy the way does chris. [ 18+ ] [ ☆ ]
✮ blurbs!
✮ BLURB W/ BFF MUSIC PRODUCER!CHRIS PART ONE: in which things get a bit heated with chris while he’s producing a beat for a friend. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ BLURB W/ BFF MUSIC PRODUCER!CHRIS PART TWO: in which chris samples your whines and moans while producing a beat for a friend. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ ALL I WANTED WAS YOU: in which an indirect proclamation of love doesn’t go the way it’s supposed to do. [ ᝰ.ᐟ ]
✮ headcanons!
✮ AFTERCARE HCS: in which chris’ love languages are physical touch and acts of service. [ ʚɞ ]
✮ HUSBAND+DAD!CHRIS HCS: in which chris navigates being a husband and a dad. [ ʚɞ ]
✮ DEALER!CHRIS HCS: in which chris is your dealer, yet he becomes more than that as time goes on. [ ☆ ]
✮ DOM!CHRIS HCS: in which chris’ dominant role comes forth a lot more than he thought it would, but that’s the main perk of having a bratty girlfriend. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ SUB!CHRIS HCS: in which chris’ submissive role comes forth as he finds surrendering himself to his girlfriend’s control a lot hotter than he initially thought he would. [ ౨ৎ ]
✮ series!
✮ BACK TO DECEMBER MASTERLIST: in which chris navigates his hockey career with his number one cheerleader by his side, no matter what, or so he thought. when the going gets tough for y/n, navigating having a superstar boyfriend and another surprise on the way, she doesn’t know if she can handle the pressure anymore. [ ☆ ]
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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader Inserts Ⅱ
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Disclaimers!
None of the stories linked are mine.
Mostly female reader inserts.
Some contain mature content.
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All Mine
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SYNOPSIS: Bakugou decides to put his delusional secretary in their place.
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summary: bakugou wants your attention but can't tell you that
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summary: building up skills can also lead to built up feelings
Bakugou’s best friend from 2-A
Bone Appetit
ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader
LUCID DREAMING
Summary: bakugou katsuki was one of the few people who experienced very lucid, very life-like dreams. usually, he was pretty good at telling when he was dreaming and when he was awake. usually.
serenity
summary: with a quirk allowing you to change others emotions, you decide to free class 1a member bakugou katsuki from the ongoing warzone in his head
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Mommy
sub!bakugou x reader
bakugo x fem!reader
reader and the 1-A girls are having a girl’s night in one of their rooms and they talk about the boys and relationships. the girls ask reader if it isn’t hard dating bakugo. Bakugo kinda heard this question when he was going to get a drink and eavesdrops to your talk.
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When he first realizes he loves you
Bakugou never wants to do matching Halloween costumes with you, but maybe this year will be different.
Katsuki’s s/o and usually pretty chill but when she gets pregnant she gets really explosive like him and everyone, especially his mom thinks it’s hilarious to watch
Young bakugo x reader
Two Weeks Notice.
Bakugo x reader
You’ve been Dynamight’s secretary for one year, two months, six days and four hours. You’re the best secretary he’s ever had, but now you’ve given him your two weeks notice. Bakugou can’t hide his disappointment at losing you, and wonders why you’re leaving him to go and work for another hero— Pro-Hero Manual. But you can’t give him the real answer.
It’s been the best job you’ve ever had, but it’s slowly become the worst because you just can’t avoid the feelings you harbour for your boss. Working beneath him has a dull ache continuing to grow in your chest, and you’ve decided to do what you think is best for yourself and leave. So you’ve handed in your notice, but Dynamight isn’t going to let you go that easily, he’s determined to remind you why he loves you working here, and why he wants you to stay— because he’s just as in love with you.
Teach You A Lesson
Pro Hero!Bakugou x Elementary School Teacher!Reader
You were sunshine you temptress
summary - smut, heavy comfort, FLUFF, when divorced dad/pro hero bakugou’s aquarium trip is ruined by intrusive fans, you offer to let them come back after hours so his daughter can see the belugas.
bakugo katsuki vs physical intimacy
Smitten
Bakugo x gf!reader
Summary: You know in my mind I was kinda picturing doing Chicken Shop Dates with him and other Pro-Heroes? And Bakugou sees your date/interview with Sero and he’s pouty and jealous because he wants to do one with you.
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One Last Dance | Chapter 18
pairing: Minho x fem reader
genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates
pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)
warnings: swearing (what’s new), suggestive if you squint, mention of food and eating
summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?
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screenshot count: 5
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“What if—”
“Y/n, we’re walking to your parents’ front door. We don’t have enough time for the what-if game anymore.” Minho sighs.
His hands are full, carrying a box of pastries from a bakery in Seoul that the two of you brought the last time you visited your parents. Dangling from his left elbow is a bag holding a bottle of wine while his right arm carries a basket of strawberries that the two of you picked during your date yesterday. If he had it his way, he’d also be carrying both sets of flowers that you’re holding. You offered to at least hold the wine but Minho refused.
“What if I sulk for the rest of the day?” You pout your lips.
“You’re going to sulk because I’m not letting you be irrational about telling our parents we’re moving?” He scoffs, amused by your reaction.
“Hey, you were pouty for four full days last week because I didn’t kiss you the second I woke up.”
“It’s principle! Couples wake up, they kiss. End of story.”
“I’m so sorry,” the two of you reach the front door. You ring the doorbell and wait. “Next time I’ll kiss you with my morning breath. 'Kay?"
"I sleep next to you every night so--"
"Excuse me?"
"Wait I didn't mean it like that--"
"There you two are!" You're mother opens the front door with a huge grin on her face.
Your mother is wearing the yellow sundress you bought her from your trip to Japan this summer. How fitting, it's almost like a cosmic sign from the universe that everything is going to be alright.
"Hi mom," You grin back, being the first to hug her. Once you let go, you hand her one of the bouquets.
"You two didn't have to bring anything. Jagia! Come help Minho bring in some things!" Your mother calls for your dad. No doubt he's in his study working on one of his models.
"I got it, auntie." Minho smiles sweetly before kissing your mother on the cheek and heading straight to the kitchen. You follow behind, ready to help unload everything.
Being home after moving out four years ago always feels weird. Yes, it's your childhood home. Yes, every nook and cranny holds some sort of lingering memory, like the rug you tripped on and broke your arm while you were chasing Minho. Or the window that you would sneak in and out of back in high school. But that's all they are, memories. Distant yet familiar.
"Y/n, can you put these in a vase for me?" Your mom asks when the three of you enter the kitchen.
"Sure," You take the flowers back from your mom.
Your mom leaves the kitchen, letting you and Minho put everything away, and probably to get your dad to come out and greet you. You set the flowers down and help Minho unload the things he’s carrying. While Minho goes to wash some of the strawberries, you go to look for the vases and some serving trays. It isn’t hard, your mother has kept the kitchen the same way it’s always been.
“Did you taste any of the strawberries?” Minho asks, setting aside some of the berries as he washes them.
“I brought some over to the kids because Lix wanted to make chocolate-covered strawberries. And by the time he finished, those vultures ate them all. When I got back you had cooked dinner and I forgot.” You sigh.
“Here,” Minho sticks out his arm, holding a strawberry for you.
You walk over to him, setting the serving bowl down next to the freshly washed strawberries. You take a bite of the one in his hand, not even bothering to take it from him. He feeds you so often that taking food from him feels foreign whereas eating directly from his hand doesn’t.
“Mm!” You smile as the sweet juice from the strawberry hits your tongue. You can only imagine how good they tasted yesterday with chocolate.
“Sweet?” He asks as he finishes washing the last of the berries, not even looking up at you.
You nod, not wanting to talk with your mouth full. Minho presses his lips together as he shuts the water off. His eyes scan your face for a second, thinking about something before he quickly leans in. He gently presses his lips into yours, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip. Not like he’s trying to gain entrance into your mouth, but like he’s…tasting your lips? You slightly part your lips and try to pull away in protest, but Minho is fast. His tongue quickly enters and exits your mouth before you can even process what’s happening. He pulls away, leaving your mouth strangely empty. All your blood rushes to your face.
“Hm,” Minho chews something, “that is sweet.”
“You are fucking disgusting. There are strawberries right next to you.” Your jaw hangs open in disbelief.
“If I’m so disgusting, why is your face red?” He smirks, swallowing your stolen strawberry.
“I…That’s…B—because…We are at my parents' house!”
“I’m sure this kitchen has seen worse,” He laughs.
“Go home,” You mutter, going back to fixing the flowers. You put cold water into both vases. You set the flowers for Minho’s mom in one vase, untouched, while you mentally try to figure out how you should arrange the ones for your mother.
“I’m already there,” Minho says softly.
“I know my parents treat you like a son but this is my house.” You pull out one of the pairs of scissors you know your mother has in the kitchen and begin freeing the flowers from their packaging.
“God, you’re so dense sometimes, I can’t flirt with you—“ Minho groans under his breath, “I mean, I don’t have to go home because I’m already right next to you.”
You freeze mid-snip, nearly beheading a peony. It’s like your brain suddenly stopped working. You love that Minho is no longer holding back when it comes to his feelings for you, but sometimes he’ll say or do something that just makes Y/n.exe stop working.
“You’re not allowed to do something hot and then say something sweet like two minutes later!”
“Which is it? Am I hot or disgusting?” He comes up next to you, placing the rest of the strawberries in the bowl.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” You mumble, quickly finishing up with the flowers and washing your hands so you can take care of the pastries.
“I thought you liked pain,” He whispers in your ears. A chill runs down your spine.
“Why are you teasing me? Here? Now?” You turn around, to face Minho.
“Because teasing you is fun,” He places the bowl behind you, “And I’m trying to get you to relax a bit. You’re too stressed out about this.”
“Yeah but—“ Minho quickly cups your face and pecks you on the lips to shut you up.
“No more ‘buts’ or ‘what-ifs’ or anything else that’s going to make you spiral.”
“I’m not spiraling. If I was spiraling I would just call the company and tell them that we should pretend the job offer never happened.”
“Really?” Minho thumbs stroke your cheeks. “Do you really want to bring that up right now?”
“It’s my job to humble you,” You smile innocently.
"I think you're just trying to change the subject."
"Why would I change the subject?"
"Because you're scared."
"I'm not scared. I'm not the one here who gets scared."
"Uh huh, sure jagia. Just know, you don't have to be scared--or "not" scared. I'm right here, and always will be."
"Not that I get scared or anything, but you can't always physically be there with me." You poke his sides.
"Sure I can," He lets go of your face and reaches down into his shirt, pulling out his half of the scallop necklace. He touches your half, which is dangling around your neck, "As long as you have this, know I'm always there. Right next to you, okay?"
Minho presses one more kiss on your forehead, which somehow comforts you in a way you didn't know you needed. Just as he pulls away, his eyes shift behind you and his face turns red.
"What is it?" You turn around to see both of your moms standing at the doorway with big grins on their faces.
"I knew it! Hey! The two of you owe us $50 each now." Your mother shouts as she leaves the room, probably to go talk to your fathers.
"Mom," Minho's voice shrinks, you can feel the heat radiate off of him in embarrassment. You'd be embarrassed two if it wasn't so funny to watch him squirm.
"Hi, auntie." You walk away from Minho and walk over to his mom, giving her a big hug.
"Y/n, my sweet girl." She smiles hugging you back. When you two let go, you turn around to face Minho, who is blinking in confusion and horror. All that teasing spirit has evaporated from his body.
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"You two are so cute, you remind me of you and your father when we first started dating. Isn't that right?" Your mother hums during lunch.
She's referring to the fact that you and Minho have been quietly feeding each other while engaging in conversation with your parents. You even helped each other peel perilla leaves without asking. Or maybe she's referring to the fact that Minho is sitting on the side of your non-dominant hand so he can hold it while you eat, a habit of his that he's been taking advantage of since you two started dating officially.
"We should take a picture of all six of us before they leave today. One big couple photo. They can use it for their wedding one day." Minho's mom adds.
"Mom, we're not getting married yet." You're not sure why, but your heart skips a beat. Yet.
"I said one day," She pouts.
"Y/n," Your father finally says, clearing his throat. "Does this mean you two have been looking for a place down here instead of moving home?"
"Well actually--"
"Ah, leave them alone. They've already lived together for four years. And this generation does things differently." Your mother waves him off.
"I didn't say anything like. I was just asking my daughter a question."
"Mom, dad,"
"If you two want, Mr. Kang down the street moved out to be closer to his grandchildren. His house is still on the market. We can help you two with a down payment." Minho's dad adds.
"That's a really nice offer but--"
"They're not going to want to live near us, they're going to want their own space." Minho's mom chimes.
You press your lips together, the conversation now evolving into something larger than it should. Minho squeezes your hand in comfort. He clears his throat loudly, causing your parents to quiet down.
"Actually," Minho sets down his chopsticks and places his now free hand on his knee. "That's one of the things we came here to talk to you about."
Minho turns to you, nudging your side to let you speak. You swallow the bit of food you still have in your mouth and set your chopsticks down as well. Ten sets of eyes stare at you, waiting for you to speak. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.
"We kind of already found a place...in Japan. Tokyo to be specific. And then we're going to be looking for a place in Niigata."
"You're moving to Japan?" Your mother asks.
"I thought you two were planning to move back here and work at your dance studio?" Minho's father asks.
"We are and we were planning on moving back here but I got a spot at the Noism dance company. I told Minho that he didn't have to come but he's stubborn." You explain.
"Tokyo and then Niigata?" This time your father asks.
"I have a two-month training period and that's in Tokyo but the company is based in Niigata so we're going to move there afterward and be pretty much permanently while I do my residency term. Where we move after depends on if I get to move to the travel division later."
Minho gives your cool, clammy hands a reassuring squeeze. You two talked long and thought hard about this. You even tried to convince Minho to stay with his parents during your training period and to move down once you two had a more permanent home but he said that he wants to support you every step of the way. When he speaks to you like that, how are you supposed to turn him away?
Your parents are quiet. The four of them are silently communicating with each other with their eyes. You can feel your heart in your throat. You're not sure why you're scared, you're an adult it's not like they can forbid you from going. Maybe it's the thought of leaving home for good. At least you have the option to come home every weekend when you live twenty-ish minutes away from your childhood home. And then there is the ever-looming feeling of disappointing them. Staying home and becoming a dance teacher is stable. As a performer, you're one bad turn away from ending your career altogether.
"Well," Minho's mother starts, "If that's what you two want. We'll support you."
A relieved smile creeps onto your face. You turn to Minho who is already staring at you with a soft smile. He mouths an 'I told you so,' and you know he's never going to let you forget that he was right.
"Look at our children! Company dancers!" Your mother cheers.
"Actually, I still want to be an instructor. So while Y/n is entertaining and captivating millions of people, I'll be preparing the next generation of dancers." Minho explains.
"As long as the two of you are happy, then we can't be mad."
"Just make sure you visit," Your father grumbles.
"We'll take care of each other like we always have and we'll come home as often as we can. And we'll make sure to have space for you if you ever come to visit as well."
And just like that, everything is falling into place. You're not sure why you were so worried for the past few months. You've known your parents your entire life, you know they wouldn't have reacted horribly to the news. Now, all you have to do is get through finals, your showcase duet with Minho, and graduation then you and Minho can start the next chapter of your lives together.
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Saga of Solitude 4/?
Nepo!Baby Bradley and his life at USNA and afterwards. DADT fully in force. IceMav AU. (Begun prior to 'It's not who you know' - the non-angsty version).
PROLOGUE (He remembers)
HANGSTER FIRST MEETING (Lonely Nights - set 2009)
Updating ~weekly (longer chapters).
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS
ONE (2000) TWO (2001) THREE (2002)
CHAPTER FOUR – 2003
His summer at home is very different. He insists on looking after the girls every day that he’s home, making the most of his time with them. He works on their swimming with daily trips to the swimming pool, then the library or playground. Gets them out of the house so Ice can rest and Sarah and Melissa don’t have to worry about a day-camp for at least three weeks of the summer. He enjoys family dinners, watching movies with Ice, playing cards and just being at rest. Pete is off somewhere and Ice is tightlipped about it, and he wonders if they fought about it. Wonders if Maverick even knows about the operation. Mav hasn’t asked about Ice in any of their Saturday phone calls, which is unusual when he’s deployed and Bradley is home. He doesn’t know what to say or do though to make it better.
Tamsin and Petra are seven and five now, still think he’s the best thing ever and it’s nice to have people in his life who are so easy to please. He takes photos and sends them to Natasha, tells her he’ll see her soon on the carrier for their summer placement. He can’t wait, but also he doesn’t want to leave where he is right now. How actual parents do this he has no idea.
He doesn’t expect anything for his twentieth birthday, not with Ice’s health and Maverick being deployed but Ice tells him to get dressed and that he’s going out. Tamsin and Petra were already picked up by Melissa, her coming in and checking on Ice before decrying that he still needed to rest.
“Uncle Slider?”
“Hey kid. Come on. I’m taking you out.”
“Uh. Okay?”
“It’s fine. Ice and Maverick both know. This is a sanctioned mission.”
Bradley laughs then, follows him out to his car. They end up in a military bar, not definitively army or navy or air force but something of a mix, a neutral territory.
“Everyone, this here is Bradley Bradshaw. Goose’s boy.”
Oh. Holy shit.
These are all people who knew his dad. That definitely know Iceman and Maverick. Maybe not about them being a couple, and he’s not going to say anything. Names and callsigns, he doesn’t know what names belongs to who, but Wolfman, Merlin, Jester, Sundown, Chipper, Warlock. Nearly all of the 1986 Top Gun class his dad was part of and he feels Slider’s hand pat his shoulder as he goes up to get a round of drinks. The stories start then. and he understands the need for the alcohol now. And the neutral territory. They’ll all be able to walk out and leave this behind them.
He doesn’t say much, just listens intently and wishes he could take notes. His dad, his parents, have never felt so alive than they do right now, everyone talking about them. The jokes and pranks his dad played, his fierce loyalty, his patience. His mom’s ability to put them in their place with a look, but her sense of humor and love of life. Also her view that RIOs were better than pilots. He hasn’t ever heard Maverick or Ice say that, but then again this isn’t something they ever talk about. Apparently many of these men used to visit when he was little, and he hates having to admit that he doesn’t remember many of them, lost to childhood.
“Do you play?” the one Bradley thinks is Merlin asks, head jerking toward the piano.
“What?”
“Do you play the piano? Your old man was pretty talented. Pretty sure half the women Maverick picked up were only because he had Goose as his wingman.”
Slider coughs a sip of his beer and Bradley catches his eye. Slider knows and Maverick and Ice, he knows he does. The idea of Maverick picking up anyone that isn’t Ice sits in his gut oddly, even if they seem to ignore each other a lot of the time.
“Yeah… I can play. I’m part of the D’n’B, as well as the choir at USNA.”
“Oh great, come on then. Great Balls of Fire for us old timers aye?���
“Yeah. Okay.”
… … …
Later, when he lets them back into the house, Slider apparently staying in the guest room, he sets the coffee machine going when Slider accepts the offer of coffee.
“You seem pretty at home here.”
“It is home. Even more than Mav’s place really. Mav comes here more often than Ice goes there. There’s room for the girls and for me.”
“Ah yes. The girls,” Slider says, letting out a huff of breath which Bradley isn’t sure how to take. Disbelief, annoyance? He’s not sure. “The lengths Ice has gone to keep himself safe. Well. Him and Maverick I suppose.”
“Oh. Yeah. Widower and divorcee. Just friends…” Bradley mutters, because he knows now, now that he’s a bit older, that Maverick and his mom marrying tidied several things up legally, but also offered something for Pete to fall back on. Grieving widow not prepared to marry again, no woman will ever measure up to his late wife, Etc. etc. Slider hums, takes a sip of his coffee and studies Bradley over the rim of the mug.
“I know you’re at USNA and you’re keeping it quiet just how… entrenched your upbringing has been in the Navy, but I just thought I’d let you know you aren’t alone, no matter how it might feel. Tonight, thought I’d try and show you that level of brotherhood. Any one of those men would help you out.”
“Uh, thanks Uncle Slider.”
“Don’t mention it. Now. Have Ice and Mav pulled their heads out of their respective asses yet, or are they still not talking?”
“Oh. I thought that might be the case…” Bradley says, letting out a long sigh at having his suspicions confirmed,
“Neither of them have told you?”
“No.”
“Huh. Well. They’re both stubborn jackasses and can’t tell each other that they love each other with normal words.”
“What happened?”
“Maverick got new deployment orders, said he was going to put in a special request. Ice said he’d breakup with him if he did that. Which went as well as you can imagine. I didn’t hear the yelling, but Sarah tells me it was impressive.”
Bradley groans.
“Ice also said he wants to break up with him because he shouldn’t be burdening Mav with a dying man, which I thought was a bit melodramatic myself. Clearly he’s spending too much time with Maverick. Anyway, they said they’d talk when Mav got back.”
“God they’re idiots. And Ice isn’t dying. Melissa told me he’s going to be fine.”
“That they are. I wish I could say they’ve mellowed with age, but they haven’t. Gotten more stubborn. Your father and I used to despair of them getting their shit together.”
“Do you really think they have their shit together? Even now?”
Slider makes a you’ve got me there expression and shrugs his shoulders.
“At least they’re… more together than they were. Even if they have to deny they’re anything more than friends. Having to hear them make comments about being like brothers when someone questions how close they are… it’s all a bit messed up.”
“Yeah. it is.”
“How are you handling it all?”
“Handling what?”
Slider just gives him a look like he thinks Bradley is an idiot.
“Your step-father is deployed, your other father figure is sick. You’re about to start your third year at boat school all while… keeping a big part of your identity under wraps. Ice had me. Mav had your dad. Tell me you have someone.”
“Oh.”
“Oh is right kid. Hell. Neither of them did it alone. They had people who had their backs.”
“I don’t have anyone. But. I could. She’s…”
“She?”
“Yeah, wild concept I know, but they let women serve in the Navy now.”
Slider rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Lord you’re an ass. You’re both the best and worst of them all.”
“What do you mean?” Bradley asks.
“Your dad, your mom, Mav and Ice. You remind me of them all at different times. Just then you were all Ice, but earlier, all I could see was your Dad. And Carole. Then I see you with Tamsin and Petra and all I see is Maverick with you when you were little.”
“Oh.”
“Makes me feel old.”
“Surely getting old beats the alternative,” Bradley says, and he means it as a joke, before realizing that the alternative is death, and given his parents, and Ice’s cancer and Maverick currently being deployed it’s far too close to home.
“Shit kid, you’ve gone pale. Take a pew. It does beat the alternative. You’re right. It’s a privilege getting to watch you grow up. And my own kids. Maverick and Ice are proud of you. I hope they tell you that.”
“Uh, no. Not really. I want to make them proud though.”
“Well, they tell me every time I talk to them. They’re not the best with words.”
“Yeah. I do know that.”
“Try and be better than them. Trust someone.”
“I’ll try.”
… … …
His palms are clammy when he places the call, waiting for Natasha to pick up. She meant to be arriving Sunday afternoon, but if she can change her bus ticket then… he can try this whole trust thing.
“Hey Natasha.”
“Bradley. What’s with the phone call?”
“I was wondering if you wanted to come and stay for a couple of nights before we start our stint on the carrier.”
“Seriously? You offering up accommodation?”
“Yeah. You want to meet my kid sisters?”
“They are the superior Bradshaws.”
“Ha. Yeah. Um.”
“Are you asking me out? Is this a weird date thing?”
“No! No. Just. Definitely not. Not a romantic thing. Not at all. I am definitely not interested in you like that at all. Ever. Never will be.”
“Wow. Okay. Thanks for that ego boost.”
“Shit. No. Look. You’re my best friend. Can we just… talk when you arrive?”
“There has to be a talk? For friends? Why… oh. Okay. Right. Holy shit. Of course. I’ll see you Friday. Can you pick me up from the bus station?”
“Yeah. Course.”
… … …
Later afternoon on the Friday he sees her step off the bus and grins, raises a hand in greeting and then she’s shoving her bag into his chest while she hitches her garment bag over her shoulder.
“Come on. Take me home sailor…”
“Ugh. Don’t say it like that.”
Natasha snickers at his expression and they talk about her visit to her cousin, which he understands is one of her few family members that talks to her. He’s not sure what she’s done exactly that has made them angry at her, but he’s hoping that they might be able to exchange stories, he just has to take that leap of faith and open up first.
He stops in driveway of Ice’s house, rests his hands on the steering wheel and wonders if he should say something. Prepare her. It’s not even been a month since they left boat school for their short three weeks of leave. Nothing has changed and yet he’s about to do something risky.
“I’ve sort of got a complicated family.”
“You and everyone else. You’re not special.”
“No. I know I’m not. I don’t want to be. Just… this is my uncle’s house. He’s the father of my sisters.”
“So, they’re actually your cousins?”
“Well. Tom isn’t related to me by blood at all. But he was my second legal guardian. I lived with him and his wife when my step-father was deployed.”
Her eye snap to him then and he licks his lips.
“Should we go inside? I can introduce you to my uncle. Uh. He’s got cancer, recovering from an operation from a few weeks ago.”
He doesn’t give her much choice, slides out of the car and grabs her bag, not going around to open her door because he wouldn’t for any of his friends and she is just that. Maybe the closest thing he’ll ever have to a grown adult sister if this whole weekend pans out like he’s hoping it will. She follows him and when he pushes the door open and kicks off his shoes Ice is in the kitchen making some tea, a herbal one that makes the kitchen smell earthy and sweet. Apparently one of the few things that helps the soreness in his throat.
“Hey Ice. This is my friend Natasha Trace. Natasha, this is my uncle Tom, also known as Rear Admiral Kazansky.”
“Nice to meet you sir,” Natasha says, smiling tightly and she shoots Bradley a small glare.
“And you Natasha. No titles inside the house necessary. Or out of uniform. Welcome. I’m sure Bradley will make you feel welcome and show you around. I’m just going to go and do some reading.”
“You’re meant to be resting,” Bradley states.
“Turning pages in a book isn’t exactly taxing Bradley,” Ice says, rolling his eyes. “Also why you’re on hosting duties. I’ll be in my study.”
He watches Ice walk away, glances to where Natasha is also watching him and then she’s turning to him, eyes flashing and stepping in close.
“Rear Admiral! Your uncle is a Rear Admiral!”
“I did say it was sort of complicated. Uh, and that isn’t all of it. You want a drink?”
“Do you have beer?”
“Sure,” Bradley states, because while he doesn’t drink very often, he knows Ice isn’t going to be angry if he offers a guest a bottle. First he shows her the guest bedroom so they can leave her gear, before leading her out to the back garden, both holding bottles of beer.
“So… if having a Rear Admiral as an uncle isn’t all of it, what is all of it?”
“Well. My stepfather is currently deployed. His full name is Captain Peter Mitchell, callsign Maverick.”
“The guy with the air-to-air kills. Oh my god. Ice is Iceman.”
“Yeah. There’s more. My dad was a RIO. He flew with Maverick. Um,” he swallows against the tightness in his throat. “He died in a training exercise. Nick Bradshaw, callsign Goose. I was three.”
“Holy shit. I just thought you were going to tell me you were gay.”
“Well. That too. But I figured I’d get the more shocking stuff out of the way first.”
She lets out a huff of amusement and Bradley knocks his shoulder against hers, his stomach churning with nerves.
“It’s fine. I’m not telling anyone. So… your sisters are Kazansky’s kids?”
“Yeah. His ex-wife Sarah has them tonight, but she’s dropping them off tomorrow.”
“Okay, so it is a little complicated. I’ll give you that.”
They sit in silence for a bit but then he hears the roar of a bike and he stiffens, immediately alert. Then the front door is opening and he’s heading towards it, heart racing.
“Ice! I’m home. Bradley?”
Ice has beaten him, his study is closest to the front door and Bradley wonders if he knew Mav might be home early. He wasn’t meant to get back for months. Wasn’t meant to see Bradley, not that he’s paying any attention to him right now, his hands are on Ice’s face, pulling him down into a kiss, words being exchanged between them too quiet for him to hear. He glances back to see that Natasha has followed him, her eyes wide as she looks at Ice and Mav kissing in the hall. Bradley can’t help but look back. He’s never seen them like this, and he guesses it’s after a fight and a deployment, however short, and there’s definitely passion and depth of emotion there. Pretty sure there isn’t going to be any further talk of breaking up.
He turns to Natasha.
“We should go out for dinner. Come on. My shout.”
He can get Ice or Mav to pay him back later, pretty sure they’ll appreciate the alone time right now. He hugs Mav hello and goodbye, does the briefest of introductions and lets them know they’ll be back later.
… … …
“God I hate you for making you go,” Pete says, his lips placing soft kisses along his jaw. “I love you more than I hate you though.”
Tom lets his hands run down Pete’s chest, trembling slightly because as much as he’d pushed him to go, he’s so glad to have him back. He’s also glad that Bradley has just upped and left them alone, because he doesn’t think he has it in him to hold back and remain stoic in the face of Maverick safely returned to him once again.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for making you go. I just…”
“Don’t ever make me leave you again. Not when you need me.”
“I’m fine.”
“Bullshit. But I’ll let you believe it if you need to.”
“Pete…” his voice sounds rough and broken to his own ears and he wraps his arm around him. “I’m sorry.”
“No more talking of setting me free, or being a burden okay? You are mine you hear me?”
Tom nods, throat tight.
He’s not going to ask how or why he’s back two months earlier than planned.
Doesn’t care.
… … …
He knows he made the right call when he and Natasha return a few hours later, having decided to also see a movie. He walks in and he does a double take, Ice and Mav were clearly lying with each other on the sofa, although they’re in the process of separating when they see them. He wants to tell them they don’t have to, that it doesn’t bother him, then he realizes that it maybe bothers them, having other people see them like that. They excuse themselves to bed and he guesses it’s too late for them to try and slip back into the closet with regards to Natasha knowing. He knows that wasn’t in the plan. Mav isn’t meant to be here, but he’s pretty sure Ice isn’t going to be sending him back to his own house anytime soon. He should let Slider know they pulled their heads out of their asses.
The next morning they’re sitting around the table, quietly drinking coffee and eating, discussing plans for the day when he hears the knock at the front door. Then it’s opening, he grins across at Ice and Mav, glances at Natasha with a smile on his face.
“Tamsin and Petra.”
That’s all the warning they get, there’s the sound of running feet, then excited gasps and…
“Papa! Papa! You’re home!”
Oh shit, he’d forgotten about Petra and Tamsin both calling Mav Papa. And of course they’re going to be excited to see him. Tamsin hops onto Ice’s lap and gives him a kiss on his cheek and he’s automatically pushing the hot drinks to the center of the table where they’re less likely to get knocked. Then Sarah and Melissa are walking in, looking tired and Melissa is still in scrubs. Bradley does the introductions, watches Natasha’s face as he deliberately drops and her wife Melissa. He’s pretty sure he’s just earnt the complicated family descriptor, because she’s looking at Maverick and Petra, then Ice and Tamsin, immediately seeing the resemblance he didn’t see until last year.
He knows everything is going to be fine though, Natasha compliments Tamsin’s t-shirt and Petra’s hair clips, and immediately the novelty of someone new to talk to is there, increasing the level of chatter. Natasha looks thrilled, immediately moving to sit on the ground so they can play with her hair. He looks up to find Ice and Mav both watching him and he mouths what at them, trying to figure out what they’re thinking.
They sure as hell know Natasha isn’t there as a potential girlfriend, although given that Tamsin has just asked that very question and Natasha has explained that no, she is definitely not Bradley’s girlfriend, just a friend of his from school. That’s when they make the connection of her being the one who drew the pictures and she’s dragged away to do coloring. He turns on them.
“What?”
“Just thinking that you’ve got the same luck we had in picking good friends is all,” Ice states, and Bradley glances to where Natasha has been taken by his kid sisters.
“Yeah. I guess I do.”
CHAPTER FIVE - 2004
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — none! this is pure fluff, I do hope I did right here because on one hand I wanted everything to go on chaos but they're just so cute 😍
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"Lloyd, it's only for a few days, I'll be back on Thursday!" You told him with an eye roll. Lloyd was behind you not being in the best mood while you packed a suitcase.
"But you can't leave me alone with that little shi–" "ah! What did I tell you about calling him names?" Lloyd was mad at you for going on a trip without him – which wasn't the problem – and he had to watch your cat Aramis. The cat he bought for you.
"Sunshine, why can't I go with you?" You already told him a hundred times why.
"Someone has to watch Aramis and I can't take you on a work trip with me," you stated, "and it's a great chance to work on your bond with him!"
Lloyd huffed, he didn't need to work on his bond with the cat. His eyes drifted to the orange fur ball who sat on the kitchen aisle. Aramis tilted his head at Lloyd before hopping down from the platform.
He elegantly walked over to you nudging his head against your leg, "aww I know baby. I won’t be gone for too long and you've got Lloyd to keep you company!"
Aramis' head turned to look up at Lloyd and then back to you as if to say 'are you serious?'. You giggled and shook your head. You got up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to Lloyd's, "I love you and I made you a list with things you have to do while I'm gone – for Aramis. I know you know how to do laundry and clean a kitchen or bathroom."
You knelt down to Aramis, scratching his head, "I'm going to miss you so much, baby! But I will be back in three days and then we will cuddle and play, sleep whatever you like!" You kissed his head and gave him a light squeeze before scratching his throat – something he absolutely loved – one more time.
Lloyd helped you get your bag to the car even though it wasn't necessary.
With one last kiss, Lloyd watched you get in the car and drive away. He sighed before going back inside not thrilled to spend his time with Aramis.
The cat sat on his scratching tree, his eyes watching Lloyd's every move.
Lloyd went to the kitchen to read the list you have him. "I have to clean your toilet? Feed you every morning and night only dry, every two days wet. She's not even gone that long! Pet him…of course, clean the sleep from his eyes…what the hell? What sleep?"
He looked over to Aramis who lifted his paw and licked it, cleaning his left eye. Lloyd noticed a little brown thing in Aramis' eyes at the corner.
Taking a tissue he walked over to the Maine Coon. Gently He tried to remove the sleep but Aramis laid his paw on top of his hand. Lloyd never realized how big the caramel-coloured paws were or how big he actually was. And he was only two, Maine Coon's grew until they were four.
"I know you might not like it but mama said I have to." You made it a habit calling him daddy in front of Aramis as if he was his dad – which he kinda was – while you had already called him that in bed.
You also forced him to call you mama in front of him. Long story short; Lloyd didn't like it but you told him it was practice for your future child, which caused him to buckle in.
"She can be so lucky I love her, what I do for her! I mean look at me watching after you." Lloyd shook his head, eyes drifting over to Aramis who laid down on the scratching tree closing his eyes. "Oh, come on, don't ignore me! I cleaned your eyes for you, I didn’t have to do that." Aramis lifted his head in response and blinked at him, Lloyd scoffed and went back to the list.
"Change the water regularly," it was marked red, "play with him," and in all capitals, "interact with him."
He wondered what that was supposed to mean, like talk to him? If yes then he did that already, then he saw the examples beneath, playing with him, talking with him, watching his favorite Show with him – the big bang theory –, give him treats, cuddle with him. All sorts of these things.
Aramis meanwhile cleaned his caramel-coloured fur and even if Lloyd would beg to differ, Aramis liked him and enjoyed his presence. The assassin was always calm around you, a whole different person and the beautiful feline could see he needed you as well as listened to you which Aramis took as advantage.
"Okay, fine. I'm gonna go and check your water, food and then get some work done not that you'd care," Lloyd told the cat, for the fact that he found it weird to talk to him or like him, Lloyd talked rather often with him in the past ten minutes.
After checking the water and food, Lloyd took his computer to sit down on the couch. He started watching TV while he worked through reports, checked the financial status and more.
The cat however sat there and watched him as he typed on the keyboard as the TV turned to the big bang theory. Lloyd didn't even notice it, too deep in his work. Aramis jumped from the scratching tree and elegantly walked over to the couch, setting his paws on the furniture he pushed himself up with his back paws.
While Lloyd only registered as Aramis sitting down anywhere the cat had other things in mind. Strutting over to said man Aramis sat himself on his lap and half on the computer causing Lloyd to groan loudly in annoyance.
"Really, damn it I was working!" gently he tried to move the orange cat to the side but he would budge, "you're like your mama ya know? Can't fight ya," with that he just sat there and unwillingly patted the pet on his lap/computer.
Later that day Lloyd had given Aramis new water and feed as well as cleaned the litter box. Now he was happy to just lay in bed and either fall asleep or watch a show or movie.
Feeling lonely Aramis followed Lloyd into the bathroom where the man brushed his teeth and went to the toilet, just as he sat down he noticed the cat in the door frame.
"Ever heard of privacy?" Aramis tilted his head and blinked at him before lifting his paw to open the door further, "yeah got it," he muttered and finished all while Aramis watched him. After everything was done Lloyd finally got to the bed which felt too empty for his liking and that was when an caramel-coloured fur ball jumped up on the bed.
"You know I had more your mama's company in mind…," he trailed off as the feline cuddled himself against Lloyd's legs.
As if on cue his phone started ringing, your name popped up and the invitation to video chat. With a big smile your boyfriend answered, "hey there sunshine," "how are my two handsome boys?" you immediately asked with the same smile.
"Good, yeah, good. We watched big bang theory, I got some work done until he sat himself on my computer and then made him food and put new water in, then he watched me pee on the toilet and now we're just laying in bed." The news that the both of them went along with one another made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
You were nervous leaving the two of them alone but that all vanished as soon as you saw them both cuddling together in bed…and Lloyd had the audacity to say he didn't like him!
#my bitch lloyd 👀#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen x you#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x black reader#lloyd hansen x fem!reader#lloyd hansen x plus size reader#lloyd hansen imagine#lloyd hansen fanfiction#lloyd hansen fluff#lloyd hansen fic
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*clears throat and offers double chocolate chip cookies to GP Reader* Hello Mrs. Barber, I hope I am not being too forward in asking you these questions like I asked your dear husband last week. What are your favorite parts of your smokeshow husband's body and personality? And do you have any dating & relationship advice for this very introverted but very romance obsessed woman? Thank you so much for your time, you are like the cool aunties I've missed hanging out with.
Summary: It's Baby Girl's turn (also known as Mrs. Barber) to answer a few burning questions about her relationship with her husband, the infamous Andrew Barber. Written from Reader's POV.
Warnings: Mature Themes, Girl!Dad Andy Barber, Discussions of Fatherhood, Mentions of Oral Sex (Man Rec), Fingering (mentioned), Lloyd Evans-Drysdale, Punishments (mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI.
A/N: This installment of the A Growing Pains Interview Series also contains a brief reference to my fic, Handsy, where I first introduce Mr. Lloyd Evans-Drysdale. For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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Hello! Finally, a question for me! I’m super excited, let me tell you. I believe we already know the ground rules with this…and I’ve sent Mr. Barber out of the room so we can all chat freely. I’ll show him this later. Maybe it’ll even earn me a reward. This girl right here has been on her best behavior this past week, which means no punishments!
You even have my promise to keep the hot streak going. Scouts honor, folks.
Let me start by saying that I love my sweet Andy Bear, and I am so unbelievably proud to call him my husband. He is by far the most amazing and brilliant man I’ve ever met. He’s also quite the menace, and I say that with all of the love. Whether we’re talking about his body or his mind, Andrew Barber is a fucking force, you guys.
But at the end of the day, my man is foine as hell. Andrew is a luscious piece of ass wrapped in one big, well-proportioned package. And speaking of asses, have you seen his? You could bounce a quarter off that butt.
Quick fun fact: I tried it. It worked. So then I kept doing it. I even made a game of it which actually took up the entire day.
Although, the kids kept asking why Mama was “throwing money” at Daddy. So, I just made up some story about Daddy being forgetful and leaving his coins around the house, which meant that I had to try to put it back in his pocket for him.
But I had to be careful, because I didn’t want him to feel bad about being so darn forgetful. Worked like a dream. I mean, our beautiful Barber Babies bought that tale hook, line, and sinker. Even BiBi! She seemed suspicious, but then I caught her offering Andy one of her little wallets just in case he needed it.
He was so touched by her gesture that he did eventually accept it. And then went out and bought her another one, complete with a matching piggy bank. Well, it was more of a llama bank – which also happens to be her favorite animal. Where he found it, I have no idea.
Can I just deviate from the physical for a second to talk about what a wonderful father this man is? It’s not always about the big, grand gestures with us. In reality, it’s about the small, more intimate moments. Yes, our house is chaotic at times. We have four children under nine-years-old, so chaos kind of comes with the territory.
And he handles it spectacularly – even when he fucks up. Now that might sound a bit harsh, but if I’ve learned anything from this whole parenting gig, it’s that you will fuck up sometimes. And we both do it, but he’s a wonderful partner who strives to be the best Dad he can possibly be.
I love watching him with our children. He’s so protective and encouraging. He reads to them every night, takes them on “camping trips” in the backyard, and coaches pretty much every sport they’re involved in. I don’t quite get the whole camping business – I don’t do nature, or bugs – but apparently the kids do.
And they love that stuff. We don’t stay out all night, but we set up tents and tell stories and enjoy campfire snacks. Everyone stays up well past bedtime and my sweet little A.J., who takes after his father in so many ways, keeps me safe from “dah buggies” by sitting in my lap. See, Andy told him that bugs scared me, so it was up to them to keep me safe. Which is exactly what he does.
Lord, help me when he grows up. I don’t know if I have it in me to live with two Andrew Barbers. But I guess I’ll just have to keep them, won’t I?
Oh! And in case you didn’t already know, Andy is also amazing company at tea parties. Katrina and Rory threw one the other day. They had me deliver a special, handmade invitation and everything. He picked out a suit, brought cookies from the local bakery, and even sat in a chair that was much too small for his bulky frame to be comfortable.
But he did it all for his girls without so much as a fuss.
I snuck a peek and nearly melted on the spot. And when we finally got a moment to ourselves, you can be damn sure that I got down on my knees with the quickness and sucked the soul out of my Big Man’s body.
He didn’t fully understand why until I explained it to him later, but he also wasn’t complaining either. That man is the most delicious mouthful you could ever imagine. Mr. Barber is, eh, very well endowed. But I’ve also had ages to refine my technique.
And he is always more than willing to let me practice. It’s actually very kind of him. That man has the patience of a saint – unless I’m deepthroating him. But otherwise his stamina is pretty top notch.
That aside, Andrew Barber is so completely and utterly devoted to me and this amazing little family we’ve built together that sometimes I get overwhelmed just thinking about it. I’ve never been loved so thoroughly or so deeply before.
If I’m being honest, and I am, it actually used to scare me. And sometimes it still does if I let it. But I also accept my handsome ogre for who he is – the same way he accepts me for who and what I am.
Meaning that I’m a fucking brat, which I am through and through. It’s not my fault. My husband brings it out of me even when I least expect it. It might have something to do with that cocky grin of his, or that arrogant swagger he walks around with from time to time.
It makes me want to wreak havoc in new and inventive ways on a weekly, if not daily, basis. Andy knows this, of course. He claims he knew I was a brat from our very first date. I still have no idea what he means by that, so whatever. I just let him think what he wants.
But we have fun together. And the things we do, the games we play…
It keeps things spicy. I guess you could say that it’s really Andy’s mind that turns me on. Couple that with his dominant and possessive nature and hot damn! Sometimes it can be a bit much to manage, but this girl doesn’t mind being slung over an impressive man’s broad shoulder every now and again.
I enjoy being manhandled. If it’s with the right man, that is. And Andrew Barber is definitely more than enough man for me.
Anyway, I think that’s all I’ve got for now. As for your question about advice…hm. I would encourage you to just be yourself.
But also, and I know this is much easier said than done, try to make yourself step outside your comfort zone. I’m saying go crazy or anything, but it might be worth taking a small risk here and there. Occasionally it’s okay to make the first move – even if you find that idea terrifying.
With Andrew…I made the first move. Of course he tells it differently, and yes he may have seen me first, but I made the first move. Which was something that I had never done before. And I was so unbelievably nervous. At the time I found it so strange to be drawn to a person like that, especially with someone who possesses such an intimidating aura.
But being just a little brave is ultimately what led me to the love of my life. Don’t get me wrong. My palms were sweaty and my legs felt kind of like jello, but I just felt like I had to try.
And to this day, I’m so glad that I did. Because it means that I get to live my own love story. And while it’s not all a bed of roses, because we do have our problems, I do firmly believe that I’ve found my other half. And it’s because we continue to take a chance on one another and the bond that we’ve built every single day.
Whatever you believe in, things happen for a reason. And when you find your person, you’ll know. They will accept you for who you are and will work hard to love you the way you need to be loved.
Just take a deep breath and have a little faith. Take a chance. Take a risk. But don’t settle for anybody, man or woman, who refuses to see your worth, girlfriend. You’re much too special for that.
Signing off with love –
Mrs. Barber
P.S. I’ll be your cool Aunty all day long, boo! I’m always here if you need something or if you have more questions. Andy Bear and I screen these things together, but nothing is really off limits with us. And I will always happily take advantage of any opportunity to gush about the love of my life. Even if he is a menace.
P.S.S. I also forgot to mention that I love Andy’s hands. You know in romance novels where they write about the hero having perfect hands with long, nimble fingers sporting just the right amount of callousness? That’s him. And not only that, but my Big Man’s fingers are absolute magic. Or instruments of torture. Depends on the day, really.
By the way, my husband has the most delightfully one-sided rivalry with my favorite Hollywood actor, Lloyd Evans-Drysdale. It’s so funny! But the other day, I pulled up this interview where Lloyd cracked this eyebrow-raising joke about “all of his fingering being accurate” and watched it in bed right next to Andy. And then I may or may not have made some comment about how some men ought to be more like him [Lloyd Evans-Drysdale] and maybe take some notes.
My husband didn’t like that. I got in sooo much trouble for it too. I mean, if you consider being held down, spanked, and then fucked within an inch of my life trouble.
Completely worth it.
And in case you’re wondering, the answer is yes. All of Andy’s fingering is incredibly accurate in its own right. Even more so than Lloyd’s. And this girl has had more than enough orgasms to back him up.
Also, Andy would probably also like me to mention that he is, in fact, taller than my movie star crush. And that he’s never had to wear a lace-front wig because his hairline isn’t receding. My sweet man can be a bit of a mental patient, but I do love him...
So, I guess I'll just have to put up with it. For now. Thank goodness he's cute.
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Here's a bingo card full of great Klaine fics:
Debut: Days by AllyThePotato
Page Turner: Come Alive by delires
Need Tissues: Stick Season by Blurglesmurfklaine
Unusual Occupation: Witch Wanted by RockItMan
Wild Card: Running in Circles, Coming up Tails by izwordsoup
Summer: Swing, Swing by quizasvivamos
Challenge: Ebb and Flow by maanorchidee
Laugh: these inconvenient fireworks by redheadgleek
Trope I don't normally read: Out of Eden (and the whole 'verse) by wowbright
Thanks for your Bingo card! HERE is the collection (125 fics and counting!) and here is the info for the 2023 Klaine Bingo! ~Lynne
1) Days by AllyThePotato
Blaine lives in San Fransisco, Kurt lives in Lima. They've never met in person, but befriend one another and talk over the phone. They make plans to live in NYC together, but will everything go as planned?
2) Come Alive by delires
1960s NYC: Newly-wed junior advertising exec Blaine Anderson finds a missing piece to his puzzle in the back room of a Manhattan bar. Mad Men era AU.
3) Stick Season by @blurglesmurfklaine
After Finn dies, Kurt leaves everything he knows behind without a trace. His hometown, his family, his boyfriend. When his dad has a medical scare, he returns to Lima, one year after breaking Blaine’s heart with no explanation.
4) Witch Wanted by @rockitmans
Blaine is cursed to not touch anyone, Kurt is the grumpy neighborhood witch. They each have something the other other needs (the thing is love)
5) Running in Circles, Coming up Tails by izwordsoup
Kurt and Adam are married with a seven-year-old daughter, Ellie. "Happily married" is another question.
Ellie takes piano lessons from none other than Blaine Anderson, who also happens to be a good friend of Kurt's since college.
What happens to them when Adam goes to England to star in a West End musical, leaving Kurt and Ellie in New York? What happens when Blaine becomes a more frequently-seen figure in Kurt and Ellie's lives due to Ellie's piano schedule?
6) Swing Swing by quizasvivamos
The Skanks, Kurt and Quinn, are a thing. Blaine, a bit of a bad boy, is dating that goth girl, Tina. The four best friends are fully immersed in the Emo/Scene subculture, the kids everyone at school calls emo or just plain freaks. As close-knit as a friend group can get, the couples share a lot in common: their love of choir and band, tastes in music and art, partying, going to shows and concerts, getting wasted, and—oh, yeah—each other's partners. They swap sometimes. Because it's cool, and it's hot. Besides, it's just for fun. Then, in the summer before their senior year, they take a life-altering road trip to Cleveland for Warped Tour 2005.
7) Ebb & Flow by maanorchidee
Blaine Anderson is yet another anonymous New Yorker who's trying to get a job in the entertainment industry. His days are filled with auditions, bleak subway rides, piano lessons, and complaining about his annoying next-door-neighbour. But Blaine has a secret that he cannot share with his other friends: he dreams of playing competitive Splatoon 2. He already has a hard time justifying this music degree, so he doesn't need to add an interest in eSports to that. That's why the only person who knows about this, is yet another stranger on the internet named Kurt. The two met in an LGBT Splatoon 2 Discord and became fast friends. Little do they know that they also know each other offline.
8) These Inconvenient Fireworks by redheadgleek
After an unexpected Tony award, Kurt Hummel is Broadway's hottest up and coming star, which comes with expectations and some admirers that won't take a hint. When his best friend Elliott Gilbert suggests that they pretend to date to get the leeches to back off, Kurt takes him up on the idea. It's all working out great - until Kurt starts to fall hard for the dark-haired music director of his latest musical.
9) Out of Eden by @wowbright
As a gay Mormon, Kurt Hummel has decided to go the rest of his life without falling in love. But toward the end of his two years as a missionary in Germany, Elder Anderson moves into his apartment—and Kurt's best-laid plans fall apart.
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😎 I have a bunch of things to get off my chest . I am sooo pissed at work . The person who bought my work place has completely fucked us over , they are constantly cutting our days and hours on the work schedule!!!!!! I am a part time worker , typically I work ( or SUPPOSED to) a couple of days a week and four hour shifts and today I went to check on the schedule and I am scheduled one day for 3 ish hours!!!!!! I am just done , I was a loyal and hard worker ….. now I am going out and looking for a new job.
On the upside I had a really good time on Mother’s Day . I went with my parents to my grandmas and then had a second celebration with my granny and her husband ( she remarried 3 years back , I typically call him by his name but don’t want to say it here) . I spent the night and Granny and I went on a little shopping trip to get a new dress and shoes for my nephew’s baptism. The baptism is at the end of June and we have a family cookout the day before, since my new shoes are open toes…. I figured that my grandma ( granny will be out of town with her husband) , mom and I would have a girls day and do our finger and toes nails…. have lunch . Make a whole day of it . I am NOT a girly girl , I am very much a tomboy so I don’t TYPICALLY dress up or do hair and makeup ( I HATE doing nail polish and things like that) but I will do so on SPECIAL OCCASIONS . What occasion is more special than my nephew being baptized ( I am also the godmother after all 😉) .
Because Mother’s Day was this month and I hope that everyone had a good holiday/ celebration. I will now be driving into some thoughts in the : SB , DK and EV universes .
In the SB universe ( and in the same vain of Mother’s Day thoughts) . Remember when I talked about how Nat might have been injured on duty in the military leaving her with the rank she has now but unable to get pregnant and have biological children. Well I believe that she and SB do foster a couple of kids …. Young siblings in fact. A boy( he is the oldest, five ) and a girl ( two years old) named Kit and Jane. Kit doesn’t like and is very scared of men ( remember SB is AMF ) , and so is scared and very weary of SB….. Kit doesn’t like SB being around his baby sister …. He puts on a very brave face and is very protective of Jane . Jane on the other hand LOVES SB ( to her they are a big old teddy bear that gives the BEST hugs ) and both siblings loves Nat .
In the DK universe the kids of the school 1000% percent all chipped their resources into a nice celebration for all the female staff at the school ( R is the main focus, Jean , Storm and even Nat are also prominent figures for Mother’s Day as well) . I don’t know exactly what they would do but the older kids have the biggest hand in planning it ( Rouge , Peter, Kitty, etc) and it’s a very nice and touching celebration.
Lastly in the EV universe….. I don’t know about any mother or motherly figures for that R , I believe that we only really know about her dad . But what about Melina and her daughters ? Do they have a good relationship in this universe and what type of things would Nat and Yelena to celebrate their mother.
That is all for now , hope everyone is doing well and hopefully I can come here with better energy and moods ( and hopefully a new job) . Wish me luck on the hunt for this new adventure. I wish everyone luck with any adventures of their own <3 .
Sorry for my delay with answering this 😭
I am sorry to hear about your issues at work, but I am glad that you have moved on and found a new one. :)
And that sounds like a fun Mother's day! I already can't remember what I did for mine lol.
That would be so cute if the Sergeant couple adopted some kids! I think they would make great parents (after much learning).
And yes! I bet all the students at the mansion would be willing to go all out to celebrate R (and I guess the other mother figures too lol). They would probably do all the cooking and cleaning for the day, and make R come out and play sports games with them. :)
We'll see more about the families of R and Nat in the EV universe. :) I will tell you now that R's mother is no longer in the picture (she passed away years ago...which also might explain why R has...mommy issues). I still haven't decided what to do with Melina yet, though.
Thanks, 😎 anon! Good luck with your new job!
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glasgow [dad!h]
a/n: hello!! i know this is super late but i wanted to write something tour related for darcy and dylan. this is best attempt at writing angst lol there is still a fluff, happy ending because i am a big baby please reblog and comment (and send feedback) !!! especially because my stuff hasn't been showing up under tag searches so they are not reaching many people :P i also post on wattpad if you prefer!!
wc: 1.5k+
summary: big day (complimentary) for harry's career but big day (derogatory) for harry as a dad
cw: just a couple effs and jeffs
Turns out being a rockstar wife and mother is not as easy as being a rockstar girlfriend. Instead of just being responsible for scheduling and taking behind the scenes content, she now has to pack for two one year olds, who are starting to teeth, on top of ensuring that every green room, hotel room, and tour bus has the proper accommodations for the family of four.
Does she miss parading around with Harry looking hot? Sure. But would she change a thing about her life now? Never.
Well, usually her response would be never, but right now she wants to throttle her husband.
“Harry, don’t forget to pack the bassinets, okay.”
Not looking up from his screen he hums, “Mmmh.”
She doesn’t know what to take from that response.
She knows he has been busy and stressed with his upcoming tour being the biggest solo venues yet. He’s spent the whole week rewatching rehearsal videos and looking over the stadium plans to mentally map out his show. This week at home was pencilled in to give him a little break between the promo shows and the tour, and y/n had hoped that they’d get to spend some time together as a family and let the twins to play outside before they would be relegated to just playing among themselves in hotel rooms. Unfortunately, Harry’s mind has been so preoccupied with the shows that most of the trips to the park have been without him.
Harry has always been good with splitting his time between family and career, living up to his promise that being a dad would always be a priority, so y/n lets him spend the week working this one time. However, her generosity is wearing thin.
The only thing designated to Harry (on top of packing his day clothes and carry on) is packing the bassinets, which encompasses breaking them down into parts and tessellating them in their travel bags. Simple enough. But they are set to leave tomorrow, and the bassinets have yet to be touched and every time she has reminded him to get on it, he has similarly agreed dismissively. She wants to trust her husband because he’s not one to be irresponsible, especially not with his babies, but her mum instincts are telling her to not take it for granted.
So, she reminds Harry again when they sit down for lunch, before y/n leaves for a walk with the twins, and in the middle of dinner, the last of which causes him to snap.
“Geez,” he exclaims whilst letting his cutlery fall noisily onto the marble table, “how many times are you gonna remind me. I’m not a child, I don’t need to be nagged at.”
Taken aback by his sudden attitude, she stares at him unmoving with eyebrows pinched.
“I just don’t want you to forget considering that we’re leaving early tomorrow morning and it’s still not packed. And every time I’ve reminded you, you’ve been busy with work stuff, I don’t know if you’ve actually heard me. Maybe if you just communicated with me like an adult then I wouldn’t have to keeping reminding you.”
He rolls his eyes this time. “If y’know I’m busy with work then why do you keep bothering me. Two babies aren’t enough to keep you preoccupied. Fuck.”
“Fine,” she replies shortly, “I’m sorry for disrupting your work, Harry. Feel free to get back to work whenever you wish.”
She clears her plate, then carries the twins up to get them ready for bed silently, not looking back at him once. He rolls his eyes at her attitude again and huffs under his breath as he goes back to eating.
They fall asleep without saying another word to each other.
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Backstage is bustling with activity. Mitski just started her set and the band are listening from the screen in the green room while trying to get focused.
The crowd is huge, and it only seemed to be getting larger.
Harry hasn’t played venues like this in years and to say he’s nervous is an understatement. For once, he isn’t feeding positively on the crowd’s energy, and being around the crew isn’t helping because everyone is a little on edge, all radiating nervousness. Wanting to take his mind off the show, he heads to the family green room, it’s almost time to put the twins down for bed anyways.
“Hi my loves, can I …” he trails off as he takes in the scene in front of him, “What’s going on? Why are ya packing everything up?”
Instead of y/n playing with Darcy and Dylan to tire them out before bed, she has them strapped in the stroller and is packing the big diaper bag.
She doesn’t offer an explanation, so he tries again. “Love, the babies aren’t going to bed?”
“They are.”
“But they’re in the stroller.”
“They’re going to bed in the hotel.”
His head whips around to look at his wife. “Huh?”
“Their bassinets aren’t here, so they need to sleep in the hotel.”
Harry’s heart drops to his stomach. The back of his neck goes cold. “I’m so sorry lovie,” he doesn’t know if he should be apologising to his wife or his children. “I’m so sorry. I forgot to pack the bassinets.”
The sound of the zip slices through the thick air. “Hmm. I made sure the hotels have bassinets so they’ll sleep fine.”
“But … but that means you won’t be here for the show. I wanted to get cuddles before I go on.” He is fully aware that he’s in a pathetic state right now, pouting and whining because something hasn’t gone his way.
When y/n just continues to pack silently, he keeps going. “I’m so nervous and I just, I want you to be here, like always. Can they sleep here tonight? I don’t know if I can go on without you waiting for me, without knowing you’re watching me. And, and it’s a really big show tonight.”
“Our children are not sleeping on a sofa or in their strollers, not when there are perfectly good beds in the hotel.” She ditches the stoicism for stern-ness this time.
“That was stupid, I’m sorry. I –“
“- Harry, we need you on standby.”
He sighs, dragging his hands down his face before looking up at the ceiling, trying to stop tears from falling. At least the nervousness is gone.
He doesn’t know what to do.
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y/n feels sick to her stomach. She knows it’s a little petty to leave the venue without holding him tight and massaging the back of his neck to soothe him, especially since she knows that her husband came to her for comfort.
Harry’s crumpled expression stayed present in her mind as she rocked the babies to sleep. Seeing how stunning he was on stage through the livestream didn’t help to ease her guilt either.
Unfortunately, the urge to coddle him once he comes back quickly dissipated once the music stopped and his words flooded back.
Deciding to keep the cold shoulder, she greets Harry with a tight smile when he sheepishly steps into their hotel room.
“You did good. I’m proud of you.”
With hands clasped behind his back, he stands by the edge of the bed looking at her like a schoolboy awaiting a scolding.
“You watched the show?”
She nods.
“My love, please forgive me. I know I was a dick to you and I promise I’ll never speak to you like that ever again, never disrespect you again. I’m a shitty husband and a shitty dad and,” his voice cracks, “and it sucked not having you there.”
“H, c’mere, please.” Immediately, Harry throws himself onto the bed and crawls into her awaiting arms, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, taking in a shaky deep breath. “It’s okay, I forgive you love.”
He shakes his head fiercely. “No, it’s not okay. No one is allowed to speak to you like that. Ever. You’re my wife, you love me the most, and I treated you like shit, like you don’t love and support me.”
“You were very disrespectful, but I know you mean it when you say you’re sorry. I was more upset that you allowed yourself to put your work before the family. You’re Harry Styles, every time you go on stage it’s magic, you didn’t need to spend every minute of last week focused on work.”
Untucking himself from y/n, he leans in to rest his forehead against hers. “I missed them. I promise we’ll have all of tomorrow together and I won’t let any of you out of my sight.”
When she gives him a soft smile, Harry tips his face down to catch her lips in a slow, sweet kiss. Still feeling a little tender, he pouts until y/n agrees to get out of bed to accompany him while he gets ready for bed, sitting on the toilet while he takes a quick shower and sandwiched between his body and the sink when he brushes his teeth.
Despite how exhausted he is from the long day, he doesn’t allow himself to fall asleep, wanting to savour the feeling of being held by the love of his life. When his lids get too heavy, he rests his head on her chest, letting himself get lulled to sleep by her heartbeat.
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Oc Lore- COG
this has a lot of religious stuff (christian mostly) so if that makes you uncomfortable i wouldn't read it.
but if your okay with it, lets go!
aight, ill start with a basic run down of the story before i get into my ocs because some things wont make much sense otherwise
COG is a visual novel type thing exploring the relationship between a creator and their creations. in this case, the creator would be me (hi yes. me) and the creations are the ocs ill be talking about in a bit. you/the player play through a week, choosing who to talk to and eventually, the four of you go on a road trip. the person whos philosophies/relationship with me you relate to the most drives (you sit in the front seat) and when you get to your destination (the sky, where in universe me lives) you... well ill get to that after doing ocs. then there are four endings:
i kill the four of you and your all reborn into new, animalistic bodies, but i also die
i destroy the universe and you all with it, and i let myself live and create another, better universe
you're all sent back down with boons of some sort and ways to contact me at any time
you all stay with me and become more god-like beings
and thats about it. anyways oc time now!!
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Oc 1: Patrick (Pat)
pat, he/him, late twenties/early thirties, straight agender
hes a farmer who keeps bees! kinda like a cowboy. he has a pickup truck-like thing (this is MY fantasy world and i can make him have a magic cart that's basically a truck if i want) and lets you sit in the back. also gives you free honey.
hes a proper country lad, quite smart but cant be bothered to do anything with it. also absolutely JACKED like i mean MUSCLES all over this bad boy
he had a femme phase when he was younger, right after his parents died. still has some of the dresses
he likes me. his whole deal is 'hey, you were kinda an awful mom, but i mean you weren't really to blame. gave us all free will and stuff. please talk to me mom'
hes cool. i love my farmer son
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Oc 2: The Mermaid
the mermaid, she/her, around one fifty, cishet
shes like, really unhealthily christian. now theres nothing wrong with being christian, but shes just using it as an unhealthy coping mechanism.
so basically she had to leave the ocean and become a human after a lot of pollution ruined her home. now, being... yknow. ex-mermaid, she was treated kinda badly by the humans she first met. and so she converted to christianity to try and fit in! didnt really work though...
so she went mad from her hopelessness. prayed for days upon end without sleeping until her (not humanlike) form became twisted and eldritch from starvation. shes obsessed with being human.
so yeah.
she prays a lot. tries to convert people. considers me a false god and would kill me if given the opportunity.
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Oc 3: Rose
rose, it/its, 17, aromantic pansexual genderqueer
it wants to kill me :3
okay so basically its just... sad? lots of angst here.
its parents were killed in a hate crime (it had two dads) and it was left to raise itself. obviously it found out about my existence, and sort of went "hey, you. why did you let my parents die?" and after receiving no response it is now trying to kill me.
its good at metalworking! the knife in the picture is made by it, as is the necklace and earrings its wearing.
@n3bu-la you wanted to see this?? here you goo sorry it took me so long lol
it is also lactose intolerant and dies its hair. naturally its got straight black hair it basically fried it lol
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Back to yours Part 2
Can also read it on AO3.
Part 1: HERE
They were back in Turkey, after seven years. They were back in the airport where they started their new life. This time there were more than two of them leaving the plane. Their two kids - four year old son Asim and their one year old daughter Eylül, each on different sides of their dads hips. Asim was pointing out different things and chattering away.
Eylül was following her oldest brother's antics. Kaya was listening so attentively to his kids like he had done for her time and time again. Each day destiny was proving to Suna that they made the right choice about leaving this country and saving themselves. They were followed by their friends from London who had wanted to see where their friends came from.
“We are finally in your home country. Can’t wait to go to Marmaris. Your stories about it are too good to be true.” said Jason who was the jockster of the group. Suna had become friends with him while she was studying to receive her business bachelor degree and after that also masters one. Kaya, of course, didn’t trust the guy till Jason showed off photos of her wife. That is how they bonded by gushing over their wifes. The kids loved their uncle Jason and aunt Mandy. “But in general, I can't wait to enjoy the sun after the rainy months we have had in London. So lead the way, Sönmez.”
Asuman was the only one from the past that they had let in, so she was the one awaiting them all in front of the airport with a minivan that would take their company to a rental house that could fit them all. They were so used to living in each other's pockets by now. Kaya and Suna started their company with these people. They still supported their jewelry business. Mandy by being their lawyer and Jason by hosting their collection openings in his fancy restaurant.
“SUNA! KAYA!” exclaimed Asuman, rushing to hug them. She has always been their fairy godmother. “Hope the flight was nice and babies didn’t fuss a lot.”
“No, kids were too enthralled by the whole thing to make a fuss. They have that from their mother. Always interested in something new. Asim is already thinking about becoming a pilot.” answered Kaya, handing Eylül to Suna and Asim to Mandy, so he and Jason could deal with their baggage.
“How is the Korhan house doing?” asked Suna, interested in hearing what has happened in the last 24 hours. To gauge the situation of how to approach Ferit when telling that her and Kaya’s company will take over Korhan’s family one.
“Ferit is still in denial and tells everyone that he can save the company but we all know that is too late for that. He let it run to the ground. Do you really want to take over a company so run down? It has lost all of its best workers.” Asuman was worried about them and their livelihood. Ferit still thought he was the young golden boy that didn't need to move even one finger but running a company was hard work and sometimes no weekends. Suna knew all about it. Ferit had received power over the company after Halis death. Neither she nor Kaya went to the funeral, sending their representative instead. Suna was pregnant with Asim and Kaya in no way would leave his wife even for a few day trip. Of course, that angered Korhans but there was nothing they could do. That was only four years ago and now the company lies in ruins.
“Don’t fret, dear Asuman. We have it all under control. Since you kept us updated so well, we kept our eyes on the Korhan’s company. We already wanted to branch out and I believe that workers will return to us.” explained Suna, trying to lessen worry of Asuman. “Mandy, we will go with the rip the bandaid approach.”
“I already have the papers ready to review them. I can’t wait for tomorrow to see how you rip that guy a new one.”
“Mandy, don’t forget to record it for us.” said Jason, laughing out loud because that Ferit won’t know what kind of train hit him. Their ladies are the force to reckon with.
“Will do, honey, will do! Can’t have only me having fun seeing it.”
*****
Suna and Mandy were in the elevator going up to the president of Korhan company office. She could feel anxiety filling her body. Suna hadn’t seen Ferit for seven years and she can’t predict his reaction to her and Mandy. That man sometimes possessed old fashioned looks.
“Suna, breath. Maybe Kaya should have come with you and not me.”
“No, no! I am gonna get hold of myself. It is simply as my therapist said, memories coming back all at once but I am in control. Also Kaya would have punched him as soon as he saw him, I am sure of it.”
“Well…he would be right to do so. Also you know I am not against whooping his arse in a physical way, too.”
“No, I think our usual way of action will be good enough.”
“We got this?” asked Mandy, squeezing Suna’s hand. Squeezing back was all the answer Mandy needed. Then opened elevator doors and they stepped out in the hallway leading to the office.
“Hello! How may I help you?” asked the secretary sitting by the table.
“We having meeting with Mr. Korhan at 10AM. We are the “Key to the soul” company representatives.” Suna told her, putting on her cooperative voice. This was like any other business transaction but it was more. Their revenge would be complete once and for all even if they had forgotten about it all a few months after finding their footing in London. But the universe told them that all the doors to the past need to be closed. That is why Suna is doing this.
“Yes, of course, Mr. Korhan is already expecting you. Let me lead the way.” she said, getting up and women followed her further down the hallway. “Mr. Korhan, the representatives are here.”
“Send them in.”
Suna took a deep breath and marched in the office with Mandy close by with her phone camera turned on already. She had promised her husband the fun and she is gonna deliver. If Suna wasn’t so much into the business, she would have made an amazing advocate. Ferit even had turned his back to them. Ahh…defensive from the start. So Suna was not surprised when he started to speak to them with his back turned to them: “I would be happy to ask you to sit down but I don’t think it would be necessary because I am straight up declining your offer.”
“Well…I am not surprised this company is so run down when the director of the company can’t even look in the eyes of another company's director. That is quite rude, don’t you think, Ferit?” observed Suna who sat down in one of the chairs and Mandy did the same.
Ferit spun on his heel coming eye to eye with Suna. She looked amazing in her navy blue pant suit. Time has been good to her. Still shocked, he asked: “Suna, what are you doing here?”
“You yourself asked the “Key to the soul” companies director and their lawyer to fly out to Turkey, so we could talk face to face. So here I am, but it seems my life was rudely interrupted once again by you. Can you for once make a proper decision in your life and stick to it?”
“You!? A director of a jewelry company? No way Kaya would have allowed you to work in such an important position.Or have you divorced that bastard now? Poor guy couldn’t handle such a gold digger as you.”
On the side of Suna’s vision, she saw Mandy’s hand ball in a fist but she showed her to calm down. It was not her first rodeo with this idiot in front of her. He could not hurt her anymore. Still Suna stood up from the chair, Mandy followed the suit, holding out the folders for Suna to take.
“Are you the one to talk about gold diggers, golden boy? How is Perlin by the way?” Suna leveled Ferit with one look and the silence stretched out, making the boy uncomfortable. “If you think you know even a thing about my family, you have lost your damn mind. I was here to talk about business and how to make this merger softer on your company but no, you had to stoop so low and call me gold digger and drag my family into this.”
“Suna, I…”
“Stop before you dig the hole even deeper.” remarked Suna. “I was ready to look past our history and give you and this company a chance. My husband is still part of the Korhan family, even if I know you would want him to disappear in thin air. Well, we really don’t want to be connected to the Korhan family either. Still we wanted to give you the olive branch, but, Ferit, don’t forget I have all the time in the world to see this company go down in flames and there is more than one company that would be happy to merge with us. Do you have the same time? Do you have any other options?”
Once again silence took over the huge office. That really was all the answer Suna and Mandy needed. Suna put the folders with two options for offers on the Ferits table and announced: “We will be leaving now. We are here till the end of the week. Ferit, really go through those two offers with all the people that are left in this company and think, if losing the company that is your grandfather's life work, is a legacy you want to leave. Say hi to my sister Seyran. I wish I could say it was nice meeting you but it really was not.”
Drive back to the house was filled with Mandy chatting away with their taxi driver. She was exercising her Turkish as she said. Mandy knew Suna needed the time to think about what had happened in the office. She already has sent the video to their husbands. Jason had been vocal about wanting to punch the dude in the face and Kaya agreed. Mandy now knew Suna was right about leaving Kaya at home.
Kaya was there opening doors of the taxi and lifting his wife out of it who still seemed like she was far away in her thoughts. Mandy paid for the taxi and saw her husband in the driveway with two strollers.
“I thought we could give them some alone time. Suna really seemed out of it.”
“I would be, too, if I had to face my sisters husband, that had to be mine, and then all the mess happened, and then he calls me gold digger.” stated Mandy, taking the stroller with Asim while Jason was making funny faces at Eylül.
“Darling, you know you would have broken his nose before he even got to digger part but our Suna is more sophisticated. She really ripped him a new one.”
“That was epic. Kaya really choose his match.”
Back at the home Kaya was holding a crying Suna in his arms. She had cried a lot in first years in London when she started to work with her therapist. He also knew how grueling the therapy could be. Kaya let his wife let it all out of her system. Water glass ready on the table when she was ready to face the world once again.
“I wish I could take away your pain, my wife.” he whispered in the halo of her head. “It hurts me that I allowed him to hurt you again.”
“No, Kaya. I am not crying because he hurt me. His words are just words of the man in despair.”
“Then why?”
“I just thought about what could have happened to us if we stayed here. The hate and pain we would feel for each other.” said Suna, pulling her face out of her husband's chest and greedily taking the glass of water.
“Oh you, silly wife of mine. No need to think about it. We both are here, and have two amazing children. We have two great friends that love looking after our kids.”
“Are you saying we are alone in the house?”
“That is exactly what I am saying. How about we make another cute sibling for our children?”
“It seems like you are a man on a mission already and who am I to stop you.”
“As always you know what to tell me.”
Giggles and happy moans filled the room. Today's bad experience is once again forgotten as a bad dream.
#yali capkini#kaysun#kaya sönmez#suna sönmez#suna şanli#kaya x suna#it is time to take the revenge#friends will be friends#badass!suna#AU#OOC#My Precious
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How Exercise Keeps Your Mind Sharp and Your Stress at Bay
Dear fellow British fathers, are you feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders? With the responsibilities of fatherhood, career demands, and the never-ending to-do lists, it's no wonder that stress and anxiety can creep in. But fear not, because there's a simple solution that doesn't involve escaping to a remote island: exercise. Yes, you heard it right! Those trips to the gym aren't just about sculpting your physique; they're also crucial for managing your mental health. Let's dive into the wonderful world of exercise and its profound benefits for your mind.
As a father of two, I know your time is undoubtedly limited. But even squeezing in just three to four gym sessions a week can work wonders for your mental well-being. Here's how:
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do share!i love reading your funky ideas
thanks for enabling me 🧡🧡
kakashi can see ghosts lmao, obt is ghost.
“if you don’t get out i’ll kill you”
“i’m about to eat pancake hot dogs for dinner. this is my first meal of the day.”
this is based off a tiktok i’ll never find again ahdjsjdjdj, but essentially a crack au where obito does everything in his power to get kakashi to leave the home (genuinely traumatizing things) and kakashi is completely unfazed every time because he works full time at the town’s shittiest mcdonald’s where he’s definitely seen worse shdjsksjjs.
road trip:
“Aren’t you a little too old to be scared of the dark?”
this is just vibes there was no plot <333 i just thought kakashi teasing obito for this was cute, and the two of them goofing around with each other on a trip would be adorable!! also had potential to be a kkobrin au and if i were to write it now, it would definitely be that <3
*holds up fingers* “how many fingers do you see”
“too many”
“there’s one.”
this was actually for my firefighter obt and nurse kakashi au! obito gets severely injured in a fire and is sent to the hospital where they meet, about a week after obito saves kakashi’s house from burning down. kakashi is babysitting naruto while minato and kushina are out of town, and so he already has a lot on his plate, and obito has partial custody of his and rin’s child. (not a bad divorce, they’re still good friends!! he’s a really good dad and a good friend to rin, but couldn’t be a good husband because he worked hours that she couldn’t deal with while being a nurse and having a child. she’s since moved to a less demanding job in the medical field to take of their child <3)
anyway yeah that’s all <3 they’re so important to me i love them idk why the space above is so large i can’t make it go away
kid ghost kakashi and kid obito
- they had houses next to each other and would talk through their windows on the second floor bedrooms.
- kakashi died chasing after a soccer ball in a game. he’s not actually dead, just in a coma and healing slowly. he flickers in and out of existence based on whether he’s close to waking up or not.
- he is entirely conscious of everything he’s doing as a ghost. obito’s certain that he’s a figment of his imagination to cope, and since kakashi can’t make him believe otherwise, he just goes with it.
- obito goes to prom with somebody else and, unable to bear the fact that kakashi is also there, watching from afar, ditches (prom dress—mxmtoon).
- obito cries over math hw, kks helps him
- kakashi skipped a grade or two (can’t remember) and is in the same grade as obito. he’s only one or two years younger or whatever, DEF not four lol
IMPORTANT AU TO ME!!!! i started writing the first chapter but i just couldn’t get the tone right, esp bc it was from a squirrel’s perspective and…yeah. anyway. the main angst came from the prom scene, after goofy shenanigans with each other <3 obito goes to prom with somebody else (not rin he wouldn’t do that to her) and he can’t stand seeing kakashi on the bleachers, looking defeated and just. so sad. stressed, esp bc he’s having feelings ab somebody who might die, he ditches and kakashi tries to comfort him but hey, his best friend is about to die and he can’t deal with that, and just. fuck. sad.
kakashi does not die (…at least in one ending. never did figure out if i wanted to write the other too)
modern au kakashi gets flashes of different aus, mostly of obito dying. he can’t piece it together, until he realizes that he’s somehow connected to the multiverse.
i do not remember what this was about <3 but it’s cool in concept!! i think somehow he was able to travel the multiverse too, but like not intentionally. he was usually dumped in some random universe. (much opportunity for crossover aus, time change aus, i was also perhaps going to use this as an excuse to write friends’ aus and aus i liked dhhdjsjd
limbo dancing with the devil
- basically little to no morals
- western
- kakashi and obito were raised in a gang, but it was eventually killed and they were spared. kakashi picked up his life (it’s relative) and now works as a gun-checker for a saloon. also runs missions for tsunade, usually in killing people.
- obito simply started his own gang (akatsuki) and they go around killing killers. they’re looking for tsunade, because one of her men (kks) killed yahiko (but yahiko was actually killed by madara and framed kakashi)
- madara is the biggest threat—he’s been dormant since he got his town and was satisfied to live there, but with the new information, they have to go after him. kakashi, akatsuki, rin, tsunade and shizune all band together to go to tsukuyomi.
- obito kills killers and bad people, but kakashi’s revealed to have killed heartlessly (he didn’t get his reputation based on checking guns at a bar. he was taken in briefly by danzō and ran bad missions.)
- tenzo eventually joins the party when they meet him in konoha, the last stop before tsukuyomi. he’s gotten better (he used to work for danzō too) and is next in line for sheriff. he comes along because he’s been tracking madara for a while too, as he’s a threat to konoha.
- obito and kakashi’s deep talk: kakashi just killed someone by knife when obito was down, and obito says “you didn’t strike me as a killer.” kakashi responds, “that’s what makes me so good at it.”
- that sounds so edgy LOL in the moment it’s kind of sad.
incredibly important au to me. such worldbuilding, plus it means i would’ve gotten to write southwestern stuff which is simply <33333 LOVE!!!! i love love love writing about the southwest it’s just home <333🧡🧡🧡🧡 but also the plot is cool i really like it!! unfortunate i never got around to it, but i did write one chap on ao3 if you’re interested ;)
hatake norse
- old hatake wolves gone unused for so long that they’ve overgrown with moss and lichen
- tarot cards
- must all things end?
- flower field of daisies and lavender
- overgrown hatake estate
- skoll: devours the moon
- hati: devours the sun
- fenrir: will devour everything
- vargamor: a woman with control over wolves who lives in the forest. kakashi’s mom was one of these and she’s actually the one with hatake descent. this is how kakashi has control over wolves.
- kakashi wasn’t provided enough stability as a child and so he ends up destroying the world by freeing fenrir.
- he finds old scrolls under the floorboards where sakumo died.
- the island fenrir lives on is a marsh.
so yeah this is just a bad ending au no matter what. kakashi is enticed by his lineage in the hatake scrolls, which is great at first. then he associates with obito and the akatsuki, finds out obito’s plan because obito trusts him, foolishly. kakashi pretends to play along until he reverse summons himself to fenrir’s island and pulls the sword from the stone, releasing the wolf and ending the world. in his final moments, he gets to say goodbye to naruto, regret what he did because anything is better than this, regret it because naruto will die, and then justify it with obito’s actions. it’s for the greater good kind of stuff. it’s not. bad ending.
he doesn’t try to negotiate with fenrir after watching how quickly he took down kaguya. there’s no point in arguing morals without something that merciless.
this would’ve been a fun worldbuilding project, and i got pretty far! unfortunately i’m not writing anymore and so this project has come to a halt. i highly recommend the first few chapters because they were really fun for me to write, the last two are very meh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it would mean a lot if u, who is reading this, read the first few chaps on my ao3 tho lol
better superhero au, invincible inspired
- obito is high school student, starts with no powers.
- gets powers one night, kamui makes him essentially invincible (wow what a cool name)
- madara (caretaker with hashirama) works with obito on his powers and takes him training.
- tobirama (cecil) adds obito to a superhero program he has, puts him on team with tsunade (black samson), kakashi (atom eve; final love interest), tenzō (robot), genma (rex splode).
- rin (amber; first love interest) is regular human, but volunteers at soup kitchen and helps in community, a hero in her own right.
- kakashi and tenzō are also secretly part of root, another organization that’s underground to the program. obito’s asked to join by danzō, to which he accepts, aka harder missions.
- he, kks and tenzō almost die (the mafia thing) and so does everyone else, but they all live thanks to tobirama and healing stuff.
- meanwhile, madara investigation ongoing, who killed the global guardians?
- subway scene and stuff. man. obito’s pretty much just fuckign demolished. iykyk.
- obito lives and recovers, kakashi suffers memory trauma from concussions.
this would’ve been fun to write for worldbuilding, i love working with magic/superpower systems!! also some major angsty kkob!!! i did write a little smth for this a while back but idk if i’ll be able to find it, if anyone’s interested anyway dhdjsjjd
“you will now go by magekiller as your new title. good luck, uchiha.”
- “every timeline. every single one, you kill me. why?”
- kakashi carries an opal, believed to be bad luck and carries the power of every gemstone. “magician’s stone”
- a desperate cleric slamming every healing spell in an attempt to bring someone back to life the ground sprouts flowers all around. deep in the forest, surrounded by flowers, lies a corpse refusing to rot.
- (from today) what was i even thinking?
- i think kakashi was supposed to have magic powers thru the stone. like a mage. and then obito was tasked by some higher being with always killing him forever
- they go through each timeline like this and at some point obito really does manage to kill kakashi. for real, for the final time (he’s not carrying the gemstone on him maybe?) and enter that last quote
- tbh i don’t remember i jsut made that up off the top of my head SHHDKSKAG
- this is Obito Suffering because He Cares So Much and what better way for angst than losing the one he cares most about? haha.
no comment idk what i was on about and the pinterest board is just some wolves and the word vargamor GFJJSKAHDJA
obito takes on kakashi’s mannerisms
- super cold, intimidating stare
- truly truly works and cares about people but as goes for obito, it becomes obsessive and twisted
- cares thru anbu if that makes sense. like he works for danzō and thinks he’s doing good for people
- perhaps some conscience-ghost haunting involved. because i think he should <3
fun twist on kks taking on obito’s mannerisms idk!!! potential for angst but i’m not the best at writing it so it’d probably be more uhhh grounded? idk. idk idk gn
#kirpy answers#thank u and vera for enabling me ily guys#kirpy writes#sure i’ll give it the tag it’s in the realm#oh the ‘space above is so large idk why’ is only visible when i edit it ig#thanks tumblr now i look like an idiot DDSKLSDJF
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Baratie: Home to Chefs, Strays, and the Occasional Sword Goblin - Part 2
We’re back!
First chapter on [tumblr] - [FFN] - [AO3]
It’s a new day, and how is Sanji going to explain this kid to the rest of the Baratie? Let alone the geezer? How is he going to handle... childcare...? [3884 words]
Waking earlier than normal, Sanji realized that it wasn’t the threat of an earthquake that was shaking him awake as in his dream, but Asido jumping up and down on the empty side of the bed. The boy bounced about, wide a-fucking-wake, making Sanji feel exhausted already.
“Don’t do that,” he warned halfheartedly. Asido threw his legs in front of him and landed on his rear, bouncing himself still. “Sleep good?”
“Kinda,” the boy replied. “Are you gonna bring me back to Mom today?”
“I doubt it, but I am going to see what the hell it is I’m dealing with,” Sanji said. “Let’s get you into clean clothes, alright? Time to meet the geezer.”
“The who…?”
“Trust me: I want this as much as you do.” Sanji cringed inwardly at the idea of leaving his newfound nephew in the care of Zeff of all people, but he also figured that there wasn’t much he could do with such a small child… and, well, the asshole raised him, didn’t he? Though to be fair, he had been older than Asido back then… “Hey, kid, how old are you again?”
“Four and a half!” the boy proudly proclaimed. “Mom says I’m more like I’m six because I’m so big and smart, but Miss Cosette thinks something else, even if she never says it.”
That caught his attention. “Miss Cosette…?”
“Yeah! I used to stay with her when Mom was at work,” Asido said. He allowed himself to get dragged to the bathroom and washed, after which he was allowed to fish fresh clothes from his bag. “Mom said that Miss Cosette needed to get back to her other job, which was why we were going on our trip. What did Miss Cosette do?”
“She’s a cook,” Sanji nodded idly. “She’s so skilled and talented that I’d trust her with this restaurant if I had to, and she doesn’t even have fancy training.”
“Well yeah… all her food is yummy.”
“It really is—just a few lessons in haute cuisine or some time abroad and she could even be amazing… and I don’t throw that sort of compliment around all the time.”
“’Cause you’re a cook too!”
“That I am.” Once Asido was fully clothed and looking presentable, he brought the boy out into the corridor and knocked on Zeff’s door. “Oi, we have a visitor.”
“At this fucking hour?!” Yeah, it was a good thing they had a floor to themselves. Zeff threw open the door, all scowls and a thousand different threats ready on his tongue. Instead he looked down, saw Asido, and blanched.
“Eggplant…? What did you do…?”
“Blame. My. Sister.”
“That lass has plenty of explaining to do normally,” Zeff grumbled. He noticed that Asido was staring at his peg leg and chuckled lowly. “What’s your name, little azuki?”
“Not azuki, it’s Asido!” the boy insisted.
“It’s a bean—get used to it, ‘cause he won’t let it go.”
“How do you know?”
“Hasn’t dropped my plant-based nickname yet.” Sanji pushed Asido in past the door and shut it behind them, making sure no one coming up the stairs would see or bother them.
“Why?”
“He’s my dad—it’s what dads do.”
“It is…?”
“It’s what you aim for, anyhow.”
“So…” Asido looked at Zeff. “You’re my grandpa…?”
“No.” Sanji was getting exasperated at this point. “He’s my dad, not your mom’s dad. It’s… complicated.” He then pointed over towards the window, where the sun was beginning to rise. “Hey, why don’t you watch out for ships? This room’s always been good for that.”
“Uh… okay…” The boy dragged a chair over towards the window and stood on it, pressing his nose into the glass. Zeff gave Sanji a critical look and stepped to the side.
“What the fuck is going on?!” he growled, his ire punctuated by a coughing fit.
“Listen: I wasn’t consulted, or warned, or nothing. Here.” Sanji took the letter out of his pocket and let Zeff read it. “Now you know about as much as I do, which is frankly not very much at all.”
“Here—now we can be on the same page.” Zeff grabbed a newspaper from underneath a stack and shoved it out towards Sanji. “I don’t care if it is about some wastes of cum… just read it already.” Sanji looked down at the paper and Zeff tapped on it.
WEDDING OF THE CENTURY – GERMA PRINCESS TO WED NOTICE MERCHANT HEIR IN SUMMER CEREMONY
Ah—it was worse than he feared. Reiju was not just forced into a marriage for Judge’s power grabs, but a money grab as well. Whatever, whomever, the poor idiot was, there was no way he was prepared for the sort of shit their family was going to put them through. Sanji skimmed the article and frowned.
“Reiju’s just the first,” he noted. “Ichiji in the fall, then Niji next spring, and Yonji next winter. He’s pairing them all off.”
“Thought he realized how big of a mistake it was when the bastard tried doing that with you.”
“Tch… don’t remind me.” Sanji dropped the paper on the sidetable and exhaled heavily. “The kid’s not even five yet. I don’t know what my sister’s been doing, or who she’s doing things with, but she helped me get out of there, and now she needs the same thing for her son. I need you to watch him while I get our meals together, but I’ll make sure to find a sitter so you’re not ruining Chopper’s timetable.”
“Wouldn’t want to make the reindeer upset, would we?”
“No, we don’t.” He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll… be back, alright? We can talk about this some more.”
Zeff grunted and allowed Sanji to leave, with the latter returning with their food in almost record time. Sanji found that Zeff had Asido sitting at the table with him, watching the boy stumble over reading the comics section out loud.
“Put that away for now—it’s time for breakfast,” he said. Asido looked up from the paper, his eyes wide.
“Uncle Sanji, I’m reading about a superhero! He’s from the North! Like us!”
“Oh yeah?” He raised an eyebrow and glanced at the newspaper—of fucking course Zeff would have him reading that shit. “Sora, eh? That’s been running since I was little. Used to be you could find a Northern kid by just shouting his motto into a crowded street, but it’s so popular that now everyone can read it.”
“That’s pretty cool,” Asido grinned as some fruit-laden oatmeal was placed in front of him. “I wonder if I can read it from the beginning…”
“I’m sure we can find the compilations,” Zeff chuckled. He threw Sanji and shit-eating grin as he ruffled the boy’s hair. Not even twenty minutes and the old man was already sabotaging the entire thing. “So, the azuki and I agree that the first thing we need to figure out is what we’re doing with him today. Any thoughts, Uncle Eggplant?”
“Ha, ha—he’s staying with me,” Sanji replied. “I already have Patty and Carne on their maintenance split-shift in the main kitchens, so I can just use the day to get to know my nephew a little better. There’s a lot that letters can’t tell you about a person.”
“That’s true!” Asido piped up. “Maybe that’s why Mom wanted me to stay here, so I can know you better!”
“I’m sure that’s a big part of it,” Sanji said, forcing a chuckle. He and Zeff exchanged a quick look—getting answers from Reiju was going to need to become a priority. “I’ll show him around, and then keep him while doing paperwork, but I will need a little bit of time this afternoon to make a snail call.”
“Why?”
“I can’t stay with you all day, every day,” Sanji explained. “As much as I’m going to enjoy hanging out, the geezer can’t watch you when I’m working; I’m going to get you a babysitter.”
“Oh…” Asido shuffled his oatmeal with his spoon, pensive. “Like how Miss Cosette watcheded me for Mom?”
“A little different than that, but you’re correct—I already know exactly who to call for a recommendation.”
“Not the long-nose brat,” Zeff groaned.
“Do I have any other friends nearby with small children?”
“Last time those lads of his were over, I had to reupholster four booths in the dining room.”
“Part of the process is going to be asking if they’ve grown up at all these last couple years,” Sanji deadpanned. “Just let me do this, alright?”
“We’ve got plenty of comics to read in the meantime, eggplant,” Zeff said.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, old man,” Sanji barked. “Either magically find someone else who can recommend a sitter, or do it yourself and risk Chopper keeping you locked up here for another three months before physical therapy.” Zeff grunted and glared at his son, knowing he was right, though not wanting to give him the dignity of hearing it out loud.
“This is a large undertaking, brat,” Zeff warned. Sanji scoffed at that.
“I know, but this year is about what needs to get done, not what I’ve been chasing,” the younger man said. He waited until Asido was finished with his food before clearing their plates. “Come on, azuki—got to introduce you to the morons before it gets too busy. After that, I’ll show you around the place.” A sinking feeling plopped inside his guts. “How are you with directions?”
“Pretty good, I think,” the boy nods, dutifully following. “I don’t really get lost, but Mom and Miss Cosette were always there too.”
“Well, it’s pretty hard to get lost here once you know it for a bit, so don’t worry,” Sanji said. He led the boy out into the corridor and down the stairs. At least it didn’t sound like he was working with someone of the Mosshead’s caliber… but then again, the kid wasn’t even really old enough for school yet.
As expected, the very moment that Sanji walked back into the kitchens, all the attention was diverted to him and, subsequently, the child poking out from behind him. Daily prep froze immediately, all eyes filled with questions.
“Listen up, assholes!” Sanji scowled. “My nephew got dropped off last night while I was wrapping up with closing. He’s gonna be staying here for a while, so don’t freak out if you see him wandering around.”
“‘Nephew’, huh?” Patty smirked, raising an eyebrow. He stared at Asido, then glanced up at Sanji, and looked at the boy again, sizing up how much of this he believed. “We’re not as stupid as you think, kid.”
“He is my uncle!” Asido snapped, his brow furrowing in what was a frightening accidental imitation of his only relative on the ship. “He looks like Mom! But taller! And different hair! They have the same eyebrows! He’s not lying!”
“Hey, calm down,” Sanji said gently, placing his hand atop Asido’s head. The boy realized he was not behind his uncle and then retreated, glaring at Patty as he poked his head out cautiously. Sanji then shot Patty a pointed look of his own that tore through the other man before turning his attention back to the kitchen at large. “His name is Asido and he hasn’t been away from home before—be nice or I’ll feed you to the Sea Kings. That goes for all of you.”
A muttered chorus of “yes, chef” was heard, to the point Sanji figured it was going to do for the time being. He passed off his tray to the dishwasher and ushered Asido out into the dining room. Sunlight was fully illuminating the space now, making it feel leagues different than it did the night before.
“Don’t worry about them,” Sanji said. He brought Asido outside and took the opportunity to suck down his morning cigarette. “A lot of those morons have been here since I was a kid—they’re nothing special.”
“Are you sure? That one guy sure did look at me funny.”
“He looked at you funny because you look like me, but you and I both know that it’s because we look like your mom as well. They’d know better already if they’d seen her.”
“Then… why didn’t she stay?” Asido looked up at the ship’s height, eyes growing wide. “Whoa, wait, we were that high up?!”
“That we were,” Sanji chuckled, glad for the topic shift. He pointed at a balcony, where he could see Zeff settling in with his book. “See where the geezer is? All the way up there?”
“Wow! Grandpa Zeff looks really small!”
Sanji smirked at that and filed the name away for another time when the geezer was being particularly obstinate. “We’re going to make our way back there, alright? This ship will be your home as long as you’re with me, and I want you to feel comfortable wandering around in it. Now, how do you think we get back?”
The two then spent the next few hours wandering around the interior of the Baratie, with Asido learning the layout of the ship and Sanji coaxing him through their adventure. The blond described the different kind of ships and boats that were moored there, the sorts of customers that would come to eat there, how he and Zeff made it a wonderful place where people would come from miles around, just to have a meal. He put thoughts of caring and comfort into the boy’s head, because if Reiju could not, then who would? The boy was taking the entire situation in-stride, and his uncle was going to make sure that something good came of it.
Eventually, Sanji left Asido upstairs with Zeff and returned to the kitchens to get together a lunch for the three of them. When he arrived, he was met by Patty and Carne commiserating lowly in the corner, the pair looking at him suspiciously.
“What the fuck do you losers want?” he snapped while tying his hair back.
“Nothing—I was just telling Carne about your guest,” Patty shrugged. “Since when do you have a sister?”
“Since always, not that you two are allowed within five hundred kilometers of her,” Sanji deadpanned. He wondered why they hadn’t read it in the papers, why they hadn’t figured it out by that point, but then again… it would involve them reading and he wasn’t entirely certain either man could do that without it being related to a recipe. “She lives in the North Blue, and, wouldn’t you want a kid to not grow up in that frozen hellscape if there was a chance for otherwise?”
“It’s just… convenient, is all,” Carne shrugged. “He supposedly looks like you…?”
“Yeah, because my sister and I look a lot alike… you know… like siblings often do.” Sanji considered throwing both men overboard, but he really wasn’t feeling like adding a senior staff shortage to the list of things he wanted to deal with at that current moment. “I’d appreciate if you both took what I say as fact for once, because it’s looking very likely you’ll be watching him grow up as well.”
“You make it sound like your family sucks balls,” Carne noted.
“Why do you think growing up with you two as babysitters was preferable?” Sanji quipped. He had them there, and they didn’t even fight back after that—for all they hated about each other, there was a twisted version of respect that lingered in their fractious relationship. “It’s alright—I got a new family now, and the kid is going to be part of it.”
Patty and Carne both shrugged and went back to their discussion, this time it being about one of the newer hires. Sanji proceeded to put together some lunch and brought it up to Zeff’s room, the older man having announced with that shitty grin of his that he figured out a way to get all the collection books of Sora, Warrior of the Sea. Sanji didn’t have to ask to know that the geezer was doing it just to fuck with the Vinsmokes, not like he was really going to complain.
After lunch was done and cleaned up after, Sanji locked himself in his bedroom, knowing that one of the last things he wanted to do with an audience was contact one of his crewmates. They had dealt with enough of his fucked-up family issues, so why was he so nervous about this time? He stared at the transponder snail for a bit before sighing in resignation—if he didn’t do this before leaving the room, he never would, and he possibly wouldn’t get relief until Chopper came, which was a long time to be juggling more than he could properly take on. Dialing Usopp’s number, he waited for the other end to pick up as the snail buzzed. A tiny voice broke the wordless wait, brimming in overconfidence while still stumbling slightly over the words, the snail copying a bright expression.
“Sogeking Projectiles and Explosives—how may I direct your call?”
“Merry, darling, it’s Uncle Sanji—I need your dad.”
The small child gasped, presumably dropping the snail. “Dad! Dad! Dad! It’s Uncle Sanji!”
“Oh, shit!” Usopp fumbled to pick up the snail and the one on Sanji’s end grew exasperated. “Hey—I didn’t think you’d be calling so soon.”
“Let’s just cut to the chase: I’m in the middle of a jam and I need your help.”
“My help?” There was shuffling on the other end of the line and Usopp’s voice dropped—he was hiding. “What can you possibly do that would require my help?”
“It’s more of who you have who can help me.”
“Eh…?”
“I need to borrow one of your lads, maybe all three. Soon as you can. They can take turns.”
“Why do you need to borrow them?” Usopp wondered. “Do you need repairs done around the place Zeff doesn’t want Franky overembellishing? Some extra hands serving and dishwashing?”
“I need a babysitter.”
The transponder snail went quiet, peering suspiciously at Sanji. The blond’s eye twitched as he tried to keep it together.
“I know you have them watch your spawn—I need a babysitter.”
“Since when?”
“Will you stop looking like you’re the cat that caught the fattest fucking canary and just send them over? I’ll let them stay for free, I’m that desperate.”
Usopp whistled. “That is a tall order, but I’m afraid I can’t. Sorry. They’re prepping to head out on their own adventure soon. If you’re in that desperate of a need, I’ve got a houseguest who I think might do a great job.”
“At this point, I’m not in a position to be picky. I can’t take him for too long, and it’s safe to say that Zeff’s not supposed to have him, which leaves me in a tight spot.”
“What about the other chefs?”
“I barely trust them with allemand, let alone an actual child.”
“I did not understand that, but send me your coordinates, give me three to five business days, and you’ll have yourself a temporary live-in babysitter that’s great with kids until you can find a permanent solution.”
“You sure you’re not just dumping an unwanted houseguest on me? I’m not getting a weirdo, am I?”
“No.” Oh, there was a laugh in there.
“…it’s not your father, is it?”
“No, no, just trust me, alright? And if you don’t trust me, trust Kaya.”
“Can I get that in writing?”
“Asshole.”
“Alright, fine, I’ll give this rec of yours a chance, but it’s on you if this doesn’t go well.”
“I, Usopp, World’s Greatest Sniper and Chillest Bestie, solemnly swear it’s no one I wouldn’t leave my own kids with, and that’s a fact.”
Sanji sighed dramatically. “Alright, fine, I’ll give you our coordinates, and you’re getting a new Vivre Card when you do show up, so that we don’t have this issue anymore. You’re worse than Luffy.”
“Tell the literal toddlers wandering around to stop stealing and eating my shit and we’ll have a deal.” The two exchanged location information and confirmed that it looked like Usopp could be there late the following afternoon if the winds stayed favorable. “Oh, and Sanji…?”
“Yeah…?”
“This, uh, kid… where’d it come from?”
“It’s, uh, probably too long a story for the snails to handle.” Yeah, it was a private snail network, but there was a decent chance that their communications were constantly being tapped. A location, he’d give up, but that just meant that he’d be ready for trouble on the receiving deck, not sending trouble to where he couldn’t fight. “We’d be here for a while.”
“Fine—I’ll hear the story when I get there—fucking asshole. To think I’m giving you a babysitter.”
“Yeah, yeah; see you soon, Usopp.”
“See you then, Sanji.”
The transponder snail fell asleep and Sanji knew that the call had ended. He leaned back in his desk chair and silently stared out the window.
Late tomorrow.
It still did nothing in regards to the mystery of where in the hell Asido came from, let alone what he was going to do with him. The kid was much too young to be in the kitchen—shit. What sort of schooling did he have up until now? Was struggling over reading Sora, Warrior of the Sea right where he should have been, or was he ahead? Or behind? Fuck… way to make it complicated, sis.
After checking to make sure that there was a News Coo resting on the eaves, Sanji went into his desk and pulled some paper and a pen out—at least he wasn’t going to take this laying down.
‘Reiju,
‘I got your package. It’s a shame that you couldn’t hand it to me yourself, but I understand the sort of time crunch you’re in. Guessing by what the gossip columns are saying, you’re extremely busy and Father would notice if you were gone long enough to visit properly. If you can, then you should. Visit properly. Call me sentimental, but I’d like that. I’ll make some manju with all these azuki beans you gave me—the geezer probably won’t stop laughing. He hasn’t yet.
‘Not that I don’t appreciate you thinking of me, but it was very out of the blue to get the azuki. When you visit, you’ll have to explain your reasoning behind it, how you came across them. Funny as this might sound, I don’t get to see them every day. One would think how I am, I’ve procured plenty… but you’d be surprised. You gave them to me, however, and I’ll use the experience wisely.
‘I hope to hear from you soon.
‘Sanji
‘Oh, and congrats, I guess. Hope he knows what a prize he’s got. The only one of my siblings that’s not a complete psychopath? He lucked out.’
Carefully, Sanji stuffed the letter in an envelope and addressed it to his sister. He tapped on the window and the News Coo hopped over, squawking as he slid it open. It took the letter and payment before flapping off, presumably to wherever his sister was being detained.
At any rate, at least she would know that her son was safe.
#Sanji#One Piece Sanji#Aka Ashi no Zeff#Red Leg Zeff#Blackleg Sanji#Kuroashi Sanji#Usopp#One Piece#fan fiction#this is just Sanji having a very not good day at first so bear with me please#I also know I promised Whouffaldi in the tags of my last posting but you also need to understand that it didn't want to happen#sometimes shit don't want to be written that's why you got a bazillion other projects going at once#Asido (OC)
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16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?
Hmm...that's an interesting one.
Now I'm the kind of person who has read a vast number of fanfics in my time. If I think of an interesting AU I usually look it up right away to see if it's out there for me to read. (I think I've read every single story of quality in the Peter Parker's Field Trip to Stark Industries tag on Ao3 and beyond.) When it comes to Marvel, I'm a MASSIVE fan of the Iron Dad trope (Tony Stark either adopts Peter, is a father figure for him, or finds out he's legitimately the kid's dad somehow). In MCYT, I find myself gravitating toward Watcher!Grian stories, Hermit!TommyInnit fics (which is how I learned most of what I know about the DSMP), anything from Traffic Life, and basically any story that lays out all the different MCYT universes as being part of one greater universe where they all meet up for MCC once a month.
But in lieu of sharing new AU ideas (because I don't have many and I'd rather save them for my own stories ;3), I'm gonna toss two different fics your way that have absolutely blown me away. They're both angstier than my usual taste but they're both absolutely amazing.
Covet by Oceanbreeze7 | (WIP) Takes place in Boatem during Season 8 of Hermitcraft. An AU in which Grian was never found after Evo and Pearl was taken on as a new Hermit in Season 6 (iirc). They find a strange creature below the Boatem Hole who they dub "Scout"...but Scout isn't what he seems. Heartbreakingly beautiful.
The Take A Chance On Me series by Poppyflowerlesbian | (WIP but it's a MASSIVE BEAST of a story and four novels have been completed thus far) Begins during HC S8, crossover with the DSMP. Ranboo ends up on Hermitcraft during S8, and in the process of helping him get home (and changing the DSMP timeline for the better) they draw the attention of the Watchers. When the Boatem crew jumps into the Boatem Hole at the end of S8, Grian is taken by the Watchers and thrown into the Dream SMP...right before the founding of L'Manburg. He's forced to live through their story alongside them and can't reveal anything about the future. Martyn, Jimmy, and Mumbo are sent to join him at different points to keep an eye on him...and shit goes south REAL quick. (There's Mumscarian, TreeBark, and I think Flower Husbands in this, tons of angst, and a lot of reading. I stopped partway through because I wanted to watch the actual DSMP before continuing, but it's so so good. It's heavy though, so keep that in mind going in.)
23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?
Ohhh, now this one made me think. More often than not if there's a trope or AU I've been inspired by, I just - write it. Some may never leave my Google Docs but they're out there! That's not to say there aren't some I've never had a chance to try out!
I love reading Time Travel Fix-Its, but it's a genre I've never really tried my hand at myself. Part of that is because I'm a stickler for details and I know I'd have to keep track of a lot of things to make a time travel story work, and I'd want to do it right. Domino Effect comes close, but that's more like a Groundhog Day/time loop fic than actual time travel.
So...yeah. Time Travel Fix-It or even just Time Travel Shenanigans. It'd be a heck of a time. ^^
(Also gonna throw Soulmate AU out there, because even though I'm technically writing in the Double Life soulmate trope for There's Not a Word Yet, I've never written the whole discovering-who-your-soulmate-is thing. I'd love to try that out in the future!)
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entry 4
7/30
i had a breakdown last night i think, not a bad one but enough to make me upset with myself but i woke up and let it go and now it's not serious anymore. i relapsed
bligh and i are on the phone as i write this. he makes me nervous. not in the bad way. we aren't really platonic (or, good at keeping it that way) and i don't think we're really romantic either, it's like a secret third worse thing. a thing that makes me nervous. a thing that complicates things. he told me that every time he gets close to me i find a way to destroy him which is valid (and true?), i've been told i do that to people and things and situations but it sucks coming from someone you care about, someone you love. i love him in a complicated way. a way that makes me nervous. i don't want to be with him because it's not sustainable, or realistic, his family and my family wouldn't do well together, i wouldn't do well with him, i'm not where i need to be in order to give him what he needs. or deserves, i think is a better way to put it. plus, he's moving. but i don't want to string him along or love him for an allotted amount of time and then he leaves and both of us end up hurt. plus, shit with jj would get really, really messy. complicated. that, once again, makes me nervous.
bligh is probably one of the coolest people i've ever met, no joke. he understands me in a way that freaks me out but i think it's mutual. he's tall and strong and his eyes are pretty and his smile is stupid and it pisses me off in a way that i've found i'm, unsurprisingly, very attracted to. he's creative. that's one of my favorite things about him. he's gonna be an engineer, and a damn good one. he's never not thinking and he's always doing something. skating, photography, guitar, baking, he knows a lot about plants because of his mom, but he's also done just about everything under the sun at least once. like crocheting. he says he sucks at it though. if i had ten bucks for every hobby bligh has had or currently has, i would have, like, a fuck ton of weed money. i didn't mention that bligh is also my smoke buddy. and my sneaking out buddy. and the person i sit with on the bus every day. anything that involves me could also probably involve bligh, we're cool like that. we can just coexist and it's comfortable. "our spot" has been deemed at the elementary school playground on the platform that's the perfect size for both of us to sit without his legs bending weird. (i'm only like, 5'1 for reference--) he has pretty good music taste, i've made him like fifty something playlists (that is an exaggeration) but he only knows about three or four. also, i taught him how to kiss. it was after we made a really good batch of brownies and the red hot chili peppers song my mom slow danced to at her wedding was playing. i hadn't kissed a boy in years. i think about that (him) a lot
i went back to school shopping with my dad today and it sort of turned into a mall trip because he asked me if i wanted clothes. the only thing my father and i ever really bond over is obligation. we do what we gotta do, as he puts it. that, unfortunately, is also all we do. he doesn't get my interests and hobbies and vice versa, we don't agree on most "intellectual conversation topics" so anything deep that could be discussed can and will, without fail, become an argument of some variation because i'm always too sensitive and he's never sensitive enough. so i grasp what i can, which translates into, if we go grocery shopping i can be in your company and you can be in mine and we will just be. and that's nice, i like just being. we haven't gone grocery shopping in a few weeks
i did see joey, though, which was cool. we talked about work and how we're really doing under everything, (he is, as always, "on the verge" and i am over it.) we also talked lots of hypotheticals. how many twelve year olds could we take on in a fight? how much does that number increase if we are armed with a metal bat? you know that big brother thing where they come up to you completely wordlessly, throw punches that would 100% hit you full force if you moved at all and then walk away after almost but not really beating you up? he did that a lot too. i don't see him often anymore but i like that we still have a sibling connection. he gives me really good advice on everything except kaz. that's another thing we talked about. every time the topic is brought up he just says she's a bitch and that he never went through what i did so he can't offer anything i haven't probably already heard. which is fine. i don't expect him to know what to say. kaz flew back in today so now i've fallen back into that weird thing i do where i have anxiety attacks before i go anywhere except therapy and to the park, with bligh
i don't have much else to write about right now so i'm going to cap this here and pick up tomorrow, probably
thanks :)
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