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saerins · 5 months

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+ kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, friends to lovers, slight hints of jealousy, mentions of alcohol, they go clubbing

notes: help me i think i made myself fall for this guy even more after writing this shit for him > ⤙ <

summary: being just friends doesn’t mean much when neither of you really want to keep it that way. problem is, will either of you make the first move?

SPOTTED: KAISER-KAIA DUO HIT THE STREETS, NEW BUDDING ROMANCE?

“i like you though, y/n.”

it’s spring and the weather outside is the nicest it’s ever been in a while and you have every chance to enjoy it except for the fact that dear michael kaiser is lounging on your couch, rifling through the magazine he got in the mail.

“right, haha, very funny,” you mumble sarcastically, slumping down onto the other couch where kaiser isn’t sprawled all over.

sometimes, you think it’s funny how he’s portrayed as this hot, sexy, confident soccer player who can do no wrong when it comes to matters with his looks, but then in private he’s like… well, this. his bed head’s a mess, his room slippers are the fluffy-fuzzy kind, and much less high maintenance than everyone makes him out to be. (but you have to stop yourself from staring because kaiser doesn’t sleep in anything but his sweatpants during this season and well, where his abs are concerned, he’s definitely got no problems there.)

kaiser sighs in the overdramatic fashion that’s probably his trademark right about now. “y/n, y/n, what do i have to do to make you believe me?” he turns around, smirking at you as he raises a brow. maybe it’ll work on his countless fangirls, but after being friends with him for over six years, you’re probably immune to it.

“maybe you can just shut up and get ready for your event later.” you roll your eyes, sauntering to the kitchen to get yourself some breakfast, automatically making two of everything because kaiser loves to crash your apartment in the morning. (he really does need to learn about personal space.)

breakfast preparations go quietly. kaiser listens to you—he shuts up and starts getting ready for his event before coming back into your apartment, all fresh and ready to shamelessly eat the breakfast you made, staring at you from across the table whenever you’re not looking like he always does.

“kaiser-kaia duo hit the streets, new budding romance?”

“miko, don’t tell me you’re reading that gossip rag too,” you whine, looking for any excuse not to dive into your pile of work for the day.

your colleague swivels her chair over to your cubicle, looking around to make sure your bosses aren’t around to witness the both of you slacking off. “hey, isn’t he your friend? give me the tea! are they really dating?”

leave it to miko to get all excited about dating rumours. you really don’t know what’s so special about them—kaiser’s gotten so many of them ever since, well, forever. even before he became a soccer superstar.

you remember what kaiser said in the morning. “i like you though, y/n.” always ready with that smooth tongue of his. that aside, if he really was dating someone, you bet that they’d be staying over with him more often than not, and there’s really no harm in rejecting a rumor as opposed to confirming one.

“nope, they just happened to be waiting for a cab at the same spot.” and paparazzis love to snap a shot from misleading angles. now that you’re really looking at the article, they managed to make it look like kaiser’s kissing her cheek. you find yourself rolling your eyes at it and looking away.

miko sighs, leaning back against her chair. “man, that sucks, they look cute,” she comments, scrolling away from the online article before she gives you a suspicious side eye. “hey, you sure you’re not dating him?”

you still a little at the sudden line of questioning before turning your attention back to your laptop equally quickly. “if i was, i wouldn’t be so free all the time now, would i?” a response to which miko shrugs off and decides to let go of as she retreats back to her desk.

as much as you love miko as your colleague, you haven’t been as honest with her as you could. she knows you’re friends with kaiser, yeah, but she doesn’t know he’s basically your neighbour. she doesn’t know that he comes over all the time whenever it’s off season. she doesn’t know that the both of you have fallen asleep next to each other on the couch.

she doesn’t know a lot of things—like how your heart’s beating erratically now at the notion of being someone special to kaiser. it’s always been sweet nothings that you thought would stay that way, and you’ve always been short at realising your own feelings, so much so you were, once upon a time, positive you had zero romantic feelings for your friend.

now? you’re not so sure anymore.

seven days pass and kaiser’s been pestering you every single moment you’re free—like he always does—but today’s kind of a special day because it’s your birthday and it’s an hour away from your dinner party yet you’re not even close to ready.

your hair’s wet, you’re still in your loungewear, you have no idea what to wear and kaiser’s just flipping through the channels, half bored to death. for his part, at least, he’s already ready.

it’s not even fair how he takes just half an hour to get ready and yet he looks like he does. hair perfectly soft, and he’s wearing a nice black suit with a wine red dress shirt underneath, his tattoos peeking out here and there. if he wasn’t a soccer player, he’d definitely either be a model or a very charming businessman.

“too handsome for you?” kaiser smirks as he catches you looking, and you have to spin on your heels to avoid getting flustered (to his face).

“shut up, kaiser, i haven’t found anything to wear,” you groan, making a beeline for your bedroom. you really wished your friends hadn’t booked a high-end restaurant for little old you—then you could literally just throw on anything and be done with it.

kaiser, completely comfortable in your apartment, strolls into your bedroom with you and starts browsing through your closet, ignoring your protests. within seconds, he finds a dress and holds it out, a lopsided smile filling his face. “how about this?”

the wine red satin dress hovers in front of you, and you have to swallow the lump in your throat before you speak, feeling the line getting blurry. “trying to get me to coordinate outfits with you or something?”

you’re trying your best but your voice quivers just a little bit, and you bet that smug smile on his face that he can hear it. “why not? we look good together,” he shrugs, as though it’s no big deal but it’s hard to stop yourself from overthinking when lately the two of you have been flirting more often and serious than usual.

rolling your eyes and trying not to be too late, you grab the dress from him and change into it, spending some time to yourself to recollect, internally cursing him for being able to make you this flustered over nothing at all.

by the time you come back out into the living room, hair all done and accessories settled, this time, kaiser’s the one who’s caught staring, shameless in the way his eyes drag over you from head to toe. you’d tease him for it, but you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for his comeback so you refrain.

as you grab your go-to black heels and sit down to strap them on properly, kaiser’s quick to offer a hand, his lithe fingers taking your heel from you, slowly inserting your feet, his eyes lingering on your face and his thumb rubbing circles around your ankle. your eyes are glued to his own, and somehow it makes you even more nervous when he’s not joking around. when he looks at you like this—serious, like he’s trying to tell you something without saying anything at all.

the way he ties the straps are gentle and precise, tight but not too tight that it’ll hurt you. you’ve jokingly told him to help you tie your shoelaces before but he’s always refused. yet now he’s helping you put on your heels on both feet without saying a word and the way his hand lingers on your calf when he’s done is enough to make you melt.

on some other day, you’d joke with him and get him to let go. today, you’re silent.

kaiser chuckles, though, his hand casually brushing up your calf slightly before he pulls away, gently patting your head as he gets up.

“let’s go.”

dinner is agonising, enjoyable, agonising.

it’s nice; being seated around a table, enjoying small talk and nonsense with the same group of friends, catching up with people like kaiser and ness who’s been away a lot because of their profession.

yeah, that part’s nice. what’s agonising about it all is how close kaiser is to you, how his right hand casually drapes around your shoulder from time to time, shifting down to your thigh sometimes, making you go crazy.

it’s not like the both of you haven’t been close before, but you feel like maybe this time, it’s different. it’s not just the close proximity, it’s the intimacy of it all that has you inwardly keeling over. what’s worse is that you think you want it, him. in a way you didn’t think to think of before.

“you sure you’re not dating him?”

miko’s words ring repeatedly in your head. somehow, your answer’s changed from nope to you sort of wish you did. you bite your lower lip, absentmindedly laughing along even if you didn’t hear the joke at all.

“you okay?” the voice in your ear nearly makes you jump up from your seat.

on your right, ness is grinning as he looks at you, like he knows something’s going on in that little head of yours. you shake your head anyway, but ness shoots you a knowing smile as his eyes briefly shift to kaiser’s arm around you before winking at you.

fuck, is that really enough to make the heat rush to your cheeks?

“y/n?” one of your other friends calls out, snapping you back to the foreground.

“what?”

“next stop: new club downtown! orange, or grape, or whatever the fuck name it is,” he drawls, excited, “you up for it?”

before you even get the chance to agree, one of the other guys speaks up. “hey kaiser, speaking of clubs, didn’t that dating rumour come up recently? the one with, uh, kaia?”

readjusting himself, kaiser pulls away from you, taking a swig of his beer. “don’t remind me,” he groans, sighing.

“why not? she’s hot!”

there’s a knot in your stomach that you can’t explain.

beside you, ness snickers. “tell ‘em what really happened, stupid.”

that manages to pique your interest.

kaiser sighs, resigning because he knows they’ll just keep hounding him if he refuses. “she tried her luck, that’s all,” he settles for something vague, trying to escape.

ness, however, ever the kind soul, expands on his words, making sure you hear every single bit—you’re not sure if he’s trying to egg you on or just see your reaction.

“please, she was trying to get you to send her home, no?” ness’ explanation gets a reaction out of the group, and you’re glad you all have a private room here so no one outside can hear you, servers included.

“shut up.”

“kaia and kaiser—has a nice ring to it.”

and even though kaiser doesn’t entertain that, you feel a little envy brewing inside you—one that you fail to drown out.

orange is filled with people; combining the fact that it’s holiday season and it’s the club’s launch night, it’s safe to say that there’s barely any room to breathe. still, your friends are all drunk on the alcohol, pulling one another to the dance floor, leaving you and kaiser at the table.

he’s still close as ever, his bare hands brushing yours, one of his arms around your waist, keeping you close.

“dance with me,” he raises his voice over the music. the way he smiles so genuinely now managing to make your heart skip a beat.

suppressing your grin, you wordlessly agree, letting him lead you onto the dance floor. he meanders the crowd skilfully, as expected considering he and ness are frequent clubbers. it’s only now that you realise you’d never gone to such a place with him, which is surprising considering your many years of friendship.

as you join your friends on the floor, you can’t help but notice how kaiser sticks to you and you alone, his hands on your waist, trickling up and down your arm, dancing along behind you. even surrounded by people, he commands your attention alone.

unfair.

but to kaiser, it’s unfair too. it’s not fair how you’re so pretty, it’s not fair how you’ve always been. it’s not fair that he’d fallen slowly for you, and now so so deep. how is it fair that even when he tries to forget you, when he tries not to mess with the friendship, that he ends up falling even more?

his eyes stay glued on you, shamelessly making sure no other man gets their hands on you—it’s fucking insulting how they try to get you to dance with them even when he’s right there. lucky for him, you’re not budging. you’re there. with him. only him. even if your other friends are here.

it’s just him and you and he wonders what you’re thinking. are you as flustered as he is right now? kaiser hasn’t even let himself drink more than one mug of beer, all because he knows this is a night he’d rather remember than risk forgetting.

“hey, isn’t that kaia?” one of your friends excitedly points out and kaiser follows his line of sight.

it is her, and she’s heading this way—but that’s not really important because what’s important is how kaiser noticed you’ve stopped dancing, awkwardly trying to shuffle away. it’s kind of funny, he swears he can tell that you might feel the same way about him. maybe you’re just more stubborn than he is.

so he keeps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“stay with me,” he whispers into your ear, and he suppressed a grin from the goosebumps searing across your neck. he guesses it’s a good sign you’re listening to him.

“kaiser, what’s up?” kaia greets, evidently trying to move for a hug but kaiser’s not budging, squeezing you closer instead.

he nods at her in acknowledgement before letting the rest of his friends throng around her for a photo.

once she’s sufficiently busy, he hears you speak up. “were you dancing with her that time too?”

kaiser manages not to snicker at your obviously jealous tone, “yeah, we went with a few other people after our shoot was wrapped up.”

you nod, and all kaiser can think of somehow is that your shampoo smells so nice. “oh, sure you don’t wanna dance with her again tonight then?”

are you testing him? it’s cute.

he shakes his head. “nah, i danced with her a lot that time already,” he teases, though he’s not too sure whether you’d take it like a joke like it was meant to. when you don’t respond, he chuckles, gently turning you to face him. “there’s one thing i didn’t do with her though.”

kaiser’s face is just inches away from yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your cheek and he’s aware that everyone in the close vicinity is looking at the two of you but he doesn’t care.

honestly, he has to admit, he’s dreamed of doing this a thousand times over, always hovering between the decision to ruin this friendship or not. the thoughts were there whenever he’d wake up next to you on the couch. or whenever all of you met up and one of the other guys would throw their arms around you. or in the mornings when you made breakfast. there’s not a time he’s been sure whether this is what you wanted too.

hell, he’s not even sure now. but fuck, if he wastes another minute not trying he thinks he’ll kill himself for it. and he’s hoping to god this isn’t a dream because you’re not pulling away and you’re not treating this like a joke and it can only be because you want this too.

without another thought, his lips press against yours and it’s like the loud music drowns out into the background, getting lost and fading away. suddenly it’s like you’re the only thing in front of him and fuck, you taste even better than he can ever imagine.

“fuck,” he exhales, cheeks pressed against yours. “be mine?”

still breathless from that kiss, you chuckle weakly and nod, both of you earning whoos all around the room. (you make a mental reminder to tell miko before she winds up seeing this online before you get a chance to explain.)

and just like that, kaiser’s finally gotten the girl of his dreams.

“want you, baby, just you.”

the next morning, the two of you make the headlines.

LIPS LOCKED: KAISER & RUMORED GIRLFRIEND SHOW OFF THEIR LOVE

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natailiatulls07 · 5 months

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Do you have anymore platonic fics in those drafts of yours 👀

The f1 fandom has a severe drought of those and your my supplier lol

The Menace

Austin Butler x female!reader Formula one grid & female!driver!reader

Summary - After Y/n’s boyfriend cheated on her, she really had that post break up glow!!

Warning - swearing, alcohol, cheating, break ups

A/n - Your wish is my command, currently sat in the hairdressers with toner on lolll 😚

Few notes -

1. No shame to Austin Butler

2. Face claim is Kaia Gerber

3. Reader drives for Ferrari, taking Carlos’ spot

f1gossip

Rumour has it: Ferrari driver Y/n L/n and her boyfriend, actor Austin Butler have been rumoured to be broken up after Butler was seen in a club just outside of London Soho. L/n had to dnf from the Sunday race in São Paulo last weekend after her car suffered some mechanical damage in the formation lap.

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f1gossip

Rumour has it: After it was rumoured that Ferrari driver Y/n L/n and actor Austin Butler had broken up, L/n was seen this morning supposedly with bloodshot and puffy eyes on the streets of not so sunny Monte Carlo. With a few days to go until the new Las Vegas Grand Prix, how will Y/n spend her short time off?

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username She still slays tho!!

username I would say she’ll get redemption in Vegas but with the car atm I highly doubt

= username AGREED

username Hoping for a post break up glow 🥹

= username OMFG CAN YOU IMAGINE 🥵🤤

scuderiaferrari

Las Vegas…we’re coming for you

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username Hoping for a good Ferrari weekend pleaseee

username After Y/n’s break up she deserves a miracle this weekend 🙌🏻

username Charles what are you wearing??? 😃

username Just wait it we all see Austin crawling back for her, just you wait!!

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username Please someone beat Max and get first PLEASEEE

yourusername

Any boys in Las Vegas, I’m here early but please no Elvis 🤮

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username She really out here shaming him publicly. Love it 😍

landonorris And this is why we call you the menace

= yourusername So glad I live up to the name 😋

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maxverstappen1 Y/n don’t get to crazy

= yourusername No promises 😇

= danielricciardo She is definitely going to get black out drunk tonight omfg

= maxverstappen1 100%

austinbutler

Never really liked red Ferrari, it’s tacky and old fashioned

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username Their pr teams are gonna be so annoyed with both of them frrr

username Patiently waiting for mother to put him in his rightful spot 😌

yourusername Everyone is a ferrari fan, even if they say they’re not, they are Ferrari fans - Sebastian Vettel 😚

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charles_leclerc Sort yourself out mate

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username Not both Ferrari drivers clapping back LMAO

yourusername

Babes get over yourself 🍾

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username Hot ass female driver and some random drivers

sebastianvettel Loved see the grid again, thank you

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f1 posted a story

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username Charles really let her have spot light and rightfully so!!!

username Austin really fumbleddd

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natriae · 1 month

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part 2 of this since silly bear's birthday is soon

Several years later

By now your sure Kiyoomi has a dog pile of children on him. Tonight is your daughter's 1st birthday, as well as Kiyoomi's. Loe and behold all the children flocked to your unsuspecting husband's lap while he watched a US volleyball game. As well your adult child Atsumu.

By now you're use to the sight of Kiyoomi trying to push the setter's legs off of him as he holds his daughter in his opposite arm. Kaia's already five running round your living room giggling as the big samoyed dog chases her. Her brother now eight holds on to his mother's leg while she talks to Bokuto's sisters. Mei's birthday was a big event or so she thought since her little brain told her all these people were her friend's not her dad's.

The large man sits on the couch with Osamu's two year old twins resting their heads on each of his thighs. Their binkys bob in rhythm while they dream. Atsumu's 3 year old some how ended up on behind Kiyoomi's head leaning on the wall while he pulls at the dark curls. Kaia's lost interest in the puppy and walks over so Kiyoomi's left arm now holds her to his side. Mei not leaving his other arm.

If you told highschool Kiyoomi he'd be a child whisper by his thirties and enjoy it. He'd assume he must have gotten a pretty harsh concussion, but all is well in Sakusa Kiyoomi's brain.

♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Mei this one's for daddy. Your cake is next," the little girl crys in her papa's arms. It's her birthday why can't she blow out the candles? Her arms begin to flap against her sides as she tries to get up from Kiyoomi's lap, but Kiyoomi's quick in wrapping his arms around his daughter.

"sing it fast," he says while he holds his squirming and squealing baby close to his chest. He quickly blows out the candles before Mei's superhuman baby strength allows her to break free. The little girl screams as her little eyes begin to cry more. She's gonna be a drama queen for sure. Wonder which parent she got that from?

You quickly bring in her cake with a big number one candle on it and she immediately quiets down. She twists in Kiyoomi's arms trying to get closer. Everyone laughs at the baby's antics and her scrunched up face. She huffs and puffs as Kiyoomi sets her down to sit on the table.

When the lights go out her hands clasp together and her eyes close. Maybe you shouldn't have taken her to the shrine recently. When the singing finally comes to an end the baby girl blows out her candles and joyfully laughs enjoying every moment of attention.

♡♡♡♡

Thank god today was successful. Only one hissy fit and no scratching, at least it's a win for you. Walking back from walking out the last guests you find Kiyoomi back on the couch this time only one baby rests on him. Mei's little hands are balled up into fists while she lays on her dad's chest. Her eyes shut and her binky bobbing lightly.

"today was a long day for her," you say sitting on the floor next to Kiyoomi's lying form. He huffs out a small laugh and looks down at his babygirl. "she didn't leave your side once! I'm a little jealous Kiy," you finish looking into his eyes.

"hey, it's not my fault i'm really comfortable," he says softly rubbing his hands along his baby's back lulling her into a deeper sleep.

"you're not wrong," you respond, leaning down to leave a kiss on his lips. "happy birthday Kiyoomi,"

"thank you, my love"

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mazeofyeni · 11 months

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( 📂 ) ... KAIA'S REALATIONSHIP WITH SKZ !

♡. BANG CHAN (seobang) !

when 16 year old chan met 12 year old kaia, the only thing on his mind was to protect the girl from anything harmful.

he packed her lunches for school; he walked her to school, he brought her food, and came to all the showcased she was in , people thought they were really brother and sister.

when jyp came to him about forming a group; she was the first person to come to mind, he went to her one day and the rest was history.

he's helped her a lot throughout the years, and he's always there for her when she needs it and is struggling.

♡. LEE KNOW (kaiho) !

wasn't too keen on a girl joining the group, but the second he met kaia all the discomfort went away.

something about the girl made him draw closer to her. the heartbreak she felt when he was eliminated was unreal.

he was more pissed off when she was eliminated than when he was eliminated.

a popular ship because of how much he takes care of her on and off camera, people who've met them says that minho always has kaia close by to make sure she doesn't get hurt.

♡. CHANGBIN (changa) !

sunshine and sunshine protector duo fr.

changbin has and will call out someone's weird behavior if he even senses that she is uncomfortable in any situation.

knows that she has a lot of stress of being the only girl and he tries to understand her when she's going through something and gives her the best advice that he could give.

and older brother figure, she probably has a better relationship with him than what she does with her own step-brother because she doesn't have any blood siblings.

♡. HYUNJIN (hyuna) !

the most dramatic duo you'd ever meet in your life.

lowkey didn't like each other during predebut days, he didn't understand why chan was so keen on her joining, he felt like adding a girl was unnecessary, and she didn't like the shade he was throwing so she kept away from him.

when they debuted, they were close, but not to the point where they rest were. they really connected during his hiatus.

they actually talked out their problems and they began to spend a lot of time together working through their issues, now they're bond has never been stronger.

♡. HAN JISUNG (kaisung) !

the only one jisung didn't have beef with when they were trainees.

because she'd come right back with the comments she wouldn't let win a single argument.

now they argue, but it's mostly for fun, he makes a smart comment and she gives him a kiss on the cheek just to annoy her, it's her way of letting him know that she isn't upset with him.

besides that, they understand each other on a level that maybe none of the other members do.

♡. FELIX (yonga) !

two babes with a lot of love to give. as

much as he wanted to get to know her, the poor baby didn't know how to communicate with her when they first met, due to his lack of confidence.

but it didn't stop her, she'd always come up to him and offer him food. she always spoke in english to make him more comfortable when he was still having trouble with it.

her personal moodmaker, she claims when he hugs her, it makes her mood go up 1000x more.

♡. SEUNGMIN (kaimin) !

a pain in her ass part 1, oh he knows how to get under skin, more than han does.

at first she thought he was making fun her her for real, so it made her upset, but then she realized the only way to beat him was to beat him at his own game.

so then it became this never ending thing, he annoys her and she annoys him.

but it's completely out of love, because then they also like to make fun of chan together (help him plz).

♡. JEONGIN (jeonga) !

a pain in her ass part 2, except she'll put him in a head lock if needed.

these two show love by physical touch, and i mean throwing hands with each other. regardless what they show on the camera,

people who went to the same school they did said that they spent most of their time together and were extremely friendly around each other.

except the three times she put him in a headlock and he dragged her by the ear down the hall.

©️MAZEOFYENI

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spamgyu · 5 months

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right where you left me // oneshot

DESCRIPTION: Everyone had moved on with their lives but he was still stuck where she had left him; unable to leave the table that was once set for two.

PAIRING: Mingyu x Reader / Hoshi x Reader

GENRE: Angst (Fluff if you squint really hard)

ALWAYS PART 2 - can be read alone

Because I mean.... I wasn't going to leave you guys just hanging

Four years.

It's been four years since he made the conscious decision to let her go despite his previous promise to her of forever; claiming it was only for the best.

And he was right. It was for the best – but as months turned into years, he realized it was only the best for her.

Because all while everyone in their friend group moved on from their college days, starting their own lives in the real world, he stayed.

Don't get him wrong, he was able to have a successful career – moving up to Director of Finance in no time; but that was only because he chose to drown himself in work. The only method he knew to silence the voices in his head.

The voices seemed to grow only louder as each day passed.

Today was no different. He had come home from a long day of work, completely prepared to change out of his neatly pressed suit into a much more comfortable attire to meet Minghao for happy hour at a nearby bar.

But of course, the universe wasn't going to give him a day off.

Amongst the pile of bills addressed to him, a particularly light blue envelope caught his eyes.

It had his and her name.

He didn't need to open it to know the contents.

He felt his chest tighten as he stared at their two names together, using one hand to grip the counter; stabilizing his footing. It was the same feeling he had felt when he had managed to stumble upon their shared instagram post of their silhouette in the sunset – with his best friend down on one knee and her hand clasped over her mouth.

It was a save the date.

Quickly pulling out his phone and putting it up to his ear, calling the one person that kept his secret. To the rest of his friends, they believed he had moved on as she had – putting on a great act each time they all gathered on special occasions.

What they didn't know was how much it pained him to see the girl he loved be with his best friend. They didn't know that he would sit in his car for minutes to prepare himself to walk into the same room as the two, a fake smile painted on his face. They didn't know that not a single day passed that he didn't think about how he wished it was him that came home to her.

And there was no one else to blame but him.

One ring.

Two rings.

Come on, pick up.

"Hey man–"

"Did you get yours in the mail?" His voice was gruff.

A sigh was heard from the other line. "Yeah. I'm guessing you got yours."

"I can't fucking breathe man."

"I'm sorry, dude. Are you still up for tonight? I'll pay." Minghao offered. He knew alcohol wasn't the best coping mechanism but he'll allow it.

Just for tonight.

"Yeah. I'll be there in 20."

"I'll see you."

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"How did you do it?" He toyed with the half empty glass of whisky in his hand. His third one since their arrival.... an hour ago.

"Do what?" Minghao asked.

"When Kaia got engaged, how did you manage to be okay?"

Minghao shrugged. Like Y/n, Kaia was the one girl that Minghao had let slip through his fingers. He was young and naive; unable to appreciate the girl in front of him because he was far too busy in his own world.

Guess birds of the same feather do flock together.

"I had to. It hurt as hell, still does, but what am I going to do? Call her up? Tell her to choose me inst–" Minghao trailed off, watching a smirk form on his friend's lips. "Don't you dare fucking do it."

Mingyu let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "I won't. Thought about it, but I won't."

He had lost count of the times he nearly called her in the past few years. Whether it was to beg for her back or simply just to hear her voice; Mingyu spent minutes staring at the contact that he had yet to change.

Just as he did with the endless pictures and videos in his camera roll.

It was the last few pieces of her that he had.

In moments of weakness, he looked over those small moments of what they once were; pretending like nothing has changed.

Just for a moment.

"Good. You can be as reckless as you want. Just don't involve them. They're happy now."

Them.

Hoshi and Y/n.

After calling it off with y/n, he expected Hoshi to swoop in and save the day right away. Hell, Mingyu expected y/n to break-up with him and leave him for Hoshi. After the god for saken interaction at the gym during their senior year, he was so sure that Hoshi would have gone running to y/n and let her know about what had taken place and use this as his chance to win the girl over.

But his friend just had to be the good guy, with morals and all the stupid shit that he seemed to have lacked when he broke up with her, and he waited.

Hoshi waited a year for y/n to fully heal from the breakup, staying by her side until the right time came. Going as far as giving Mingyu a heads up that he would pursue her when the time came.

Mingyu could still remember that night as if it was yesterday.

He was getting ready for bed when there had been a knock at his door, catching him off guard. He had just gotten back from playing basketball with the rest of the boys and didn't expect for any of them to be hot on his tail.

He remembered that Hoshi looked absolutely terrified that night, practically stammering over his words before he was able to even get to his point.

"I'm not asking for permission, I think we're too grown for that but– it's been a year and you're okay and she's okay a–and–"

"Spit it out, dude." Mingyu chuckled.

"I'm going to try it out with y/n." Hoshi blurted.

Mingyu blinked. "That's it?"

"Well, yeah– you're my best friend and she's your ex–"

"Like you said. We're adults. Do what makes you happy, man."

He should have told him no.

He should have said some bullshit excuse like "bro code". But Mingyu was dating at the time and had yet to fully process the breakup the way she had.

What a stupid mistake.

Mingyu finished the remaining drink in his cup, standing up from his seat. "Going to get another drink– maybe two, want another?" He gestured over to the bottle of beer his friend had been babysitting.

Minghao nodded. "Get me shot too. You dragged me down with you and now I'm thinking about Kaia and her stupid fucking fiancé."

"I can't be the only one suffering." He winked, turning his heel to head for the bar.

Two rounds turned into five and soon, Mingyu had become incoherent. He had only been in this state once before, being able to handle his alcohol pretty well – it was the day he found out she and Hoshi had gotten engaged.

Mingyu was bed ridden the day after, feeling the aftermath of all the drinks throughout his body. He swore to himself after that day that he would never let himself reach that state again.

So much for that.

"Hey, come on sit up real quick." He felt a tap on his shoulder.

Mingyu groaned, sinking deeper into his mattress – wanting to sleep away the nausea.

This will be the last time. Promise.

"No."

"Water will help."

He continued to ignore his friend but of course, he was adamant – this time lightly shaking his shoulder.

"I'll throw up on you if you do that again." Mingyu swatted his hand away, his eyes remaining closed.

"Drink."

Letting out a defeated sigh, Mingyu managed to sit himself up — holding his hand out for the glass. Halfway through taking his sip, his mind finally registered the voice.

It wasn't Minghao.

Eyes widening, Mingyu whipped his head to where his friend stood.

Big mistake.

"Fuck." Mingyu reached up to hold his head, all while trying to understand why Hoshi was standing in his room – clad in sweats and oversized hoodie.

"You called. Three times." Hoshi read his mind.

Oh, he definitely took it too far this time.

"I'm sorry I bothered you. I– I don't remem–"

Hoshi shook his head. "It's okay. Just be glad that Y/n had her ringer on."

He didn't call Hoshi.

He called y/n.

"We figured it was something serious considering you rarely called her." Hoshi continued.

We.

Of course it was a "we". They lived together.

All while Mingyu drank his consciousness away, Hoshi and y/n were having their usual Friday night in — eating their take away on their white sherpa lined modular couch as they caught up on the latest season of The Bear. A tradition they have upheld since their college days.

The two were in the middle of watching Carm and Richie have their usual screaming match when y/n's phone blared loudly over their voices.

"It's.... Mingyu?" She flashed the phone screen to her fiancé, a puzzled look on her face. The last he had called her was nearly a year ago and it was only because no one else had been answering his texts in the group chat regarding their meeting place for their college friendgroup's annual get together. It was a short call, and not much exchange was made.

But their annual get together wasn't until 3 months from now.

And there was no reason for him to be calling her.

"Answer it." Hoshi reached for the remote to pause the show.

Y/n shook her head. "Most likely a butt dial."

Though the two were cordial, able to maturely share the same space with one another since their break up, y/n knew that there was absolutely no purpose for Mingyu's call unless it was an accidental one. They were friends but not friends who contacted each other outside of group settings and group chats.

They were exes after all. And exes don't contact each other like that. Especially not after 4 years of a beak up.

"He is at a bar right now." Hoshi shrugged, recalling Minghao's instagram story he had tapped through earlier that had Mingyu's handle tagged.

The two happily dismissed the call as nothing but an accident before her phone began to ring. Again.

"Maybe he's hurt?" Hoshi suggested as she pressed the lock button to automatically decline the call.

Ringgg.

"Oh my god, he better be." She groaned, tapping the accept button. "Hello?"

"Whydishuinvitwme?" The sound of the background music, indistinct voices from other patrons and his slurred words sounded nothing but a muffled mess.

"Mingyu are you okay?" Y/n she asked slowly, as if it would have made a difference. She knew he was drunk. In which state? She had yet to figure out.

For all they knew was that he had managed to get into a fight at the bar... or worse, gotten behind the wheel.

"No."

Y/n instantly sat up in her seat, eyes wide — causing Hoshi, who has yet to be filled in, to be in a panic.

"Where are you?"

"Hell." He slurred.

"Mingyu work with me here— Ming— hello?" Y/n heard the beep signaling the call has been ended on the other end, throwing her head back in frustration.

She had initially thought something bad had happened to him but considering the lack of information he was willing to give, y/n realized that his drunken state must have thought it would be funny to give her a call.

Very mature.

Hoshi was at the edge of his seat, trying to read her face. "What's going on? Are they okay? Is he okay?"

"He's drunk out of his mind." Y/n rolled her eyes; leaning back, waiting for him to resume the episode. "He'll be fine."

Hoshi stood from his seat, walking over to the counter – where their respective car keys sat in a ceramic bowl. The bowl that Hoshi had proudly created and painted for her during his senior year — it was meant to be a cereal bowl but y/n claimed that there was no way that it was food grade safe and had opted to use it for accessories instead.

Hoshi had originally took offense to this, spending hours at their school's ceramics room finishing the fine details of the dinnerware only for it to hold keys, various change, and lip balms. But of course, he couldn't resist y/n and grown to love seeing the stupid thing each time he paid her visit. Years later, this bowl had gone from each apartment she had lived at to their now shared home. A small gesture that later hold so much memories for the both of them.

"Let's go." He grabbed his keys.

"You're joking."

"No, come on. He won't call unless it's serious."

"But hone—"

Hoshi let out a chuckle, holding his hand out. "We'll be quick, baby"

"We don't even know where they are."

"Minghao's chronically online and tags all his locations. I think I have a pretty good idea."

The two arrived at the bar within minutes, sticking out like sore thumbs in their sweats in the midst of a crowd that were dressed for a crazy night out.

The world was definitely praying for Mingyu's downfall at this point. Receiving a save the date and being taken care by his ex's fiancé after a night out was not on his 2023 bingo, yet... here it is.

"Does she know you're here?" Mingyu swallowed. He had no memory of the call.

Hell, the last thing he remembered was a group of girls coming by their table and dropping off some shots for him and Minghao; insisting that it was all for a good fun. At his big age, he should have already known that mixing all sorts of liquor was a bad idea.

Hoshi nodded over to his bedroom door signaling that she was just a few feet away. "She's making sure Hao is okay in the guest bedroom. I hope you don't mind, he's spending the night."

"No, yeah that's— that's perfect. I'm sorry you guys had to come out and help us." Mingyu couldn't help but be embarrassed at his current state; afraid of the moment his brain decides to recollect the gaps of memory that lead up to now. He was 99.9% sure he had done something that would require him to go into hiding for at least a year.

"All good." Hoshi gave him a smile.

It was a genuine one.

Mingyu quickly shook away the thought of hating how civil and kind Hoshi was.

Because he knew if it was the other way around, he would have been quite annoyed. Who in their right mind would willingly take care of their fiancé's ex-boyfriend? And do it with a smile?

Granted, they are friends.

Just before Mingyu could utter another word, the door creaked open and her head popped in. She was fully expecting Mingyu to be fast asleep and was hoping to call her future husband out to let him know it was time to head home.

Hoshi looked at his friend's guilty face and glanced over at y/n. He didn't have to say a single thing for her to know what he wanted from her.

"I'll wait in the living room. Be nice." He whispered, placing a kiss at her temple before squeezing past her.

Y/n let out a small sigh, walking over to Mingyu's bed; his eyes trained on her with each move she made.

She looked beautiful as ever. It has been a while since he took in her features; in person at least. She had grown up to be a gorgeous woman, her features have now become matured — it was almost as if he could no longer recognize her.

"How are you feeling?"

"A little drunk still but manageable."

Y/n nodded, pursing her lips. "How are you really feeling?"

"I—" She was never one to be direct. At least, not with him. Taking Mingyu by surprise. "Physically and mentally? Horrible."

She hesitantly took a seat at the foot of his bed. "If we had known how you truly felt, we wouldn't have invited you, you know that right?"

Mingyu found himself subconsciously scoffing. "Whichever decision you guys make, it would have made me look like a total loser. Don't invite me, and everyone will notice and ask. Invite me and everyone will be giving me those stupid pity eyes the whole night."

"Last time everyone checked, we all believed you moved on. You broke up with me. You began dating first. Mingyu— I— listen, you're his best friend. He loves you to death. The past 3 years have felt normal, if we had known—"

She was right and it hurt.

He had put on such a great act for not just her and Hoshi but for everyone around him. Mingyu was able to convince everyone that he could careless if y/n had moved on successfully with his best friend. Going as far as bringing girls around during group settings, joking around with Hoshi about sharing the same girl, and actively initiating any conversation between him and y/n.

He should win an Oscar.

"I don't know what I said or what I did before we got to my apartment. I don't even remember calling you! I'm– I'm okay– Or at least I will be I– I just– seeing you with him hurts. But god, seeing that save the date– fuck I just felt like the wind was knocked out of me. I didn't think I could experience a pain worse than I had been feeling. It was a moment of weakness. Okay? So I'm sorry for ruining whatever image you guys had of me– or happy little group we all have." Mingyu chewed at his lip, running his fingers through his now very short hair. A haircut he impulsively given himself a month ago in an effort to make a somewhat of a change in his life.

So much for that.

"I fucked up when I was with you and I know I'm too late now. My intentions are never to fuck over what you two have, but it fucking hurts." He continued, placing his hand over his chest – gripping at the shirt. Almost as if it was the reason why his heart was feeling so constrained.

"Mingyu, these past few years we never distanced ourselves because you never said a thing. You told me yourself that you don't care. You brought girls around." Y/n heart ached seeing him in pain. She had initially been quite annoyed that Hoshi had forced her out of the comfort of their home to take care of two capable grown adults, but after what he had babbled on about in the car, and the confession he was spilling out now... y/n empathized with him.

After all, she once loved him. She once thought it would be him she would end up marrying. Despite the heartache he put her through, she still cared for him.

Y/n could see the pain glossing over his eyes. The guilt and sorrow that he tried so hard to mask.

How had they missed it all this time?

"I've always been pretty stubborn, haven't I?" Mingyu attempted to joke, forcing out a bitter laugh.

"Look, I only stayed around and kept up with the group because of Hoshi. You guys mean so much to him. He's not trying to rub it in your face that he's got me. He genuinely loves you. All of you. If he was allowed 12 groomsmen, I'm pretty sure all of you would be up standing by him at the altar."

"I'd rather fucking die, if we're being honest." Mingyu couldn't stand the thought of standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for her to come down only for her to be in someone else's arms.

"You know what I mean."

"I know. He's— I think that's why it hurts." He looked down at her hand, unable to stop himself from staring at the ring that sat perfectly on her finger.

Mingyu looked back up, locking eyes with her. "He's such a good man and every time I hear about you two, see you on instagram, or see you in person, I can't help but compare myself to him."

"Don't do that."

"He's everything I couldn't be for you."

"Don't say that."

"Is it not true? I was a piece of shit, y/n. I know it. You know it. He knows it. Everyone knows it. I think about the night I broke it off between us at least once a month. I can still hear you crying, begging for me to not end things. I remember the first time a brought a girl around and how broken you looked. I remember you left early that night. Hoshi took you home. I remember the text you sent me two months after we broke up, telling me how much you missed me and I just deleted that text. I—" His voice cracked, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I remember all the times I left you hanging when you needed me most."

"I've forgiven you for all of those things, Mingyu." Y/n said softly, reaching over to place a hand on top of his – stopping him from picking at the loose thread of his blanket. "It's all in the past."

Mingyu didn't know how she did it. How she was able to look him, the man that repeatedly broke her heart into pieces, and comfort him.

"But I haven't. I feel like I'm living in a constant nightmare I can't wake up from."

Don't get him wrong. He had tried.

He attempted to distance himself from the group but failed immediately — unable to stay away from the band of brothers he had found comfort in. They were all attached at the hip, having relationship ties with a majority of them since they were in middle school. No matter how horrible their fights got, they always seemed to go back to one another.

And this was no different.

Mingyu tried dating.

That too didn't work.

Because no matter how gorgeous or how smart or how funny the girl was, he couldn't help but compare them to y/n.

They never did measure up to her.

Not in the way Mingyu wanted.

"Mingyu..." She trailed off.

"I'll get over it. Like I said, tonight was just a moment of weakness."

"I really am sorry."

"For what? For moving on? Don't apologize." He shook his head. As much as he hated their situation, and not being to be the man that called her his, he also valued her happiness.

Something he wasn't able to do years ago.

"For choosing, of all the people in the world, him."

Mingyu winced at her words. "Can't believe I'm saying this but I'm glad it's him. He's— he's a good fucking guy. He worships the ground you walk on. Been doing it since our freshman year. He's– He's a great pick and at least I know you're in good hands."

There was no second guessing that Mingyu felt some sort of resentment towards Hoshi.

And it was all from pure envy.

Because despite being the first one to love y/n, Mingyu seemed to have done everything wrong. He started off so strong, fulfilling all that he had promised when he was trying to win her heart over the first few years. But of course, he fell short. He wasn't able to be consistent.

Not like Hoshi.

From what Mingyu has heard and observed from the two, they seemed to still be in the honeymoon phase. After all those years of pining and waiting for y/n, and the years of being together, Hoshi is still continuously pursuing her.

There was not a single Friday where he failed to bring home flowers; keeping the light pink vase by her bedside filled with fresh picks from the local flower shop. He made sure that despite their busy schedules, he had a date night planned and reserved. All she had to do was simply show up. Hoshi kept her updated, even if this was a quick trip to the grocery store — he made sure not a single ounce of doubt was instilled in her.

These weren't things y/n asked for.

Hoshi did it without being told. The bare minimum.

"I think it would have been worse to see you move on with a guy who treated you the same way I did.... or worse." Mingyu continued. Almost as if he was coming to the realization himself.

"You need to stop blaming yourself."

He couldn't help it.

Mingyu had always thought of the what if's.

What if he just fought harder?

What if he had just been a little more patient?

What if he never broke it off?

What if he was better with managing his time?

What if he told Hoshi no?

What if it had been him?

"I'll learn eventually."

Y/n scooted closer to him, giving his hand a squeeze. "To you, it may seem that things ended badly. And you may think I have this horrible image of you in my head but I need you to know all those voices in your head are wrong. You will always be this dorky little puppy that made my horrible days during school all the better. The boy that forced himself to watch Twilight Zone no matter how spooked he was because he thought it was the same thing as Twilight. The boy that learned to cook because we were two broke college students who couldn't afford to go on dates. The boy that took micro bio with me because you knew how much I hated science classes."

The tears he had fought so hard from falling no longer stood a chance; each droplet racing down his face. Mingyu had no idea these small memories were something that she held on to.

All while he replayed the bad times in his head — y/n only hung on to the good times.

"You will always be the boy that showed me how beautiful young love could be." Y/n placed a hand on his cheek; using her thumb to wipe away the tears.

Mingyu found himself leaning into her touch, closing his eyes. It has been so long since he felt her warmth — allowing himself to savor this short moment of affection.

Because he knew this would be his last.

"Thank you." Mingyu said softly, reaching up to place his hand over hers. "I think— I think I really needed this."

"In a way, I think I did too."

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deancaspinefest · 10 days

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If Only You Return To Me | Mature | 28,024

Author: arlingtonchamberofgay | Artist: sidewinder

The world has been saved, yet again, but this time, Dean is forced to carry on without his best friend. His best friend, who loved him. In true Winchester fashion, Dean decides to shove down and bury his feelings about the last words that Cas said to him and the implications thereof. Instead he buries himself in alcohol, hunting, and stupid ass decisions. After a failed rescue attempt in the Empty, he’s forced to reassess what his life looks like without the angel. Until, one day, a run of the mill hunt goes wrong because of a small bit of rebar.

Castiel somehow awakens in the Empty, much to the Shadow’s ever growing annoyance. After making a deal to return to Earth to find Dean in exchange for his grace, Cas finds himself in the same room he last saw the man. He’s devastated to discover that he’s too late, Dean is dead and in Heaven. Realizing there’s no point to coming back to a world without Dean, Cas goes to Heaven to speak with Jack in hopes of figuring out a way to get back to Dean and actually stay around. Of course, it’s more complicated than they expect.

Dean and Cas are desperate to find their way back to each other, but the universe seems to be working hard to keep them apart.

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Pairings: Dean/Cas (Eileen/Sam, Donna/Jody, Claire/Kaia)

Warnings: Temporary Major Character Death

Tags: Post-canon, Grief/Mourning, Castiel in the Empty, Selectively Mute Dean, s15e20 Barn Scene, Angst with a Happy Ending

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trentlife · 9 months

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MORNING CUDDLES & FEEDS

requested: ✔️

summary: both your daughter and boyfriend have an obsession when it comes to your boobs

warnings: smut (only around boob area), adult language & fluff

authors note: sorry it's not that long, just was in the mood to write a lil something tonight! :)

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the sound of your 11 month old baby making normal morning baby noises, woke you up, and you put your attention on her, whilst your boyfriend slept peacefully beside you.

"my baby!" you tiredly but happy spoke to your baby girl kaia.

"mama" she replied, reaching her arms out to you as you took her out of her sleeping cot and took her over to yours and trents shared bed.

you placed her in the middle of the two of you, and gifted her in a ton of kisses and morning cuddles.

your fingers brushed over her smooth face, hoping to try and get her back to sleep for a little longer considering it was only 5am.

slowly, she drifted off into a few more hours of sleep, and you did the same, laying comfortably beside her with your arm around her.

that was until you heard your favourite giggle in the world, which made you turn over and come across your two loves, playing together.

"morning babe" trent rubbed your hair and gave you a kiss on the head as you leant your head on his bare chest.

your baby girl then came to you and wrapped her arms around your neck crawling on you as she sat on your stomach, with her dad admiring her.

"boobies" she poked the top half of your boobs that were showing.

you nodded sarcastically, knowing that what she wanted was to be fed. you've been breastfeeding her ever since she was born, and you've slowly been trying to stop, but you hadn't realised how hard it was, as it was such a special bond to have with your daughter.

you placed her in your arms and pulled your top up so she could latch on to your nipple, and you began to feed her. as soon as you done that, you heard trents face instantly look up from his phone and you turned to look at him licking his lips.

you placed kisses on her, watching how beautiful she is, and how lucky you were she was yours.

"your so beautiful mamas girl" you smiled down at her, and you received a little one, but she was more interested in her food.

randomly, trent sat up and leant over to give kaia a kiss, he didn't just do that, he sat in his position for about 2 minutes, and looked at your boobs and licked his lips staring up at you with a smirk on his face.

"she's one lucky girl her" he spoke and looked down and her.

"piss off trent" you both giggled and your slapped his muscly shoulder jokingly.

the day went on as usual, the three of you went holiday shopping, trent spoiling you both as per, and a fun day out for you all.

you went for food, and it was kaia's first time trying some pizza, and she absolutely loved it, just like her mum and dad.

the day felt good, trent only got noticed by about two people, and he was delighted, because when it's just him and his girls, he tries steps away from big profile.

you arrived back at home, and settled and bathed kaia for bed after a long day, and laid on the couch with her , giving her final feed of the day, until she eventually fell asleep and you took her upstairs and tucked her into her bed.

you wiped your makeup off, done your skincare, had a warm shower and sat on the bed in your towel scrolling through your phone, until you felt smooth hands run across your shoulders and feel his soft touch run along your neck.

"not right now trent" you informed him, and showing him you had only just got out the shower.

you stood up and walked over to your draws and pulled out some knickers and a little vest top, your favourite thing to sleep in.

you dropped the towel, slowly placed your knickers on over your thighs, and walked to look in the mirror to look at yourself in just your knickers.

the sight of your boyfriend still on the edge of your bed watching your every move, made a grin appear on your face as you knew quite well what you were doing.

you trailed your hands up your body, and touched yourself all over, and tied your hair up.

that was until you felt big hands approach you and cup your breasts. you placed your hands along his veiny tanned arms, as he pressed his lips into your neck.

he began playing with your nipples, and you had sight of it in the mirror, and he looked amazing doing it.

"come" you told him, and placed your hands in his and lead him over to to bed.

he sat down, and you climbed onto his lap and threw your arms around his shoulders. you instantly got pressed your lips onto his, as his hands rested on your bum, and eventually your tongue slipped into his mouth, until you both pulled away.

you pulled his head back down to your chest and your nipples were instantly in his mouth.

you threw your head back, enjoying what was going on.

"fuckk" you whispered, watching what he was doing.

"boobies" trent said poking them, exactly how kaia did this morning.

"there mine by the way" he told you, with a smirk on his face.

"you can have one each" you told him, making you both laugh.

the night went on, trent showering, and you watching the end of your movie.

trent joined you, snuggling up to your side and placing his head on your chest, and wrapping his arm around your waist.

you switched of the tv and the light, and got ready to go to sleep, cuddling your boyfriend and giving him lots of kisses.

"love you" you glanced, smiling at him.

"love you more" he replied.

the end.

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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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hey miss kaia 😼 I wasn’t sure if I should message you or send it this way butttt I’d love a strawberry-mango mai tai (crocodile or shanks) w/ songs 12, 15, and 23 from the playlist 👩🏾‍💻

hiiiii bb 🥰️ ty for requesting! i am so so sorry this took so long, but it’s here at last. also this was my first time writing crocodile, so i was v excited and wrote more than necessary but lbr i’m a long-winded mfer ok, that’s just how it is there’s no cure unfortunately; anyway i like how it turned out and if i kept writing we’d be here forever ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

2.1k words (don’t look at me), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff if you count him not choking her as fluff & smut (and angst that u didn’t ask for but i gave it to u bc i’m unwell like that 😊; feat. post-time skip crocodile in denial (he’s king of it clearly), reader who is (rightfully) in her feelings abt everything, smoking, established relationship, exes 2 lovers bc that’s my jam, a lil bit of miscommunication, crocodile is bad at emotions and reader is too emotional — they’re perfect for each other obvy — rough sex, is it considered knife play if he has a hook (asking 4 a friend), a lot of kissing (hello romance), probably other stuff but idr. crocodile comes w. his own damn warning tbqh. reader sippin that clown girl juice like a champ, i’m proud <3

(if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn’t 💕)

it’s late at night when he arrives at your doorstep; you’re in the middle of flipping through a magazine, the ceiling fan silent and slow, the heat a little more than tolerable as you sip a cool drink. you have no intention of entertaining anyone, but when you recognize the heaviness behind the loud knocks, you make an exception.

of course, you do, there’s no other choice but to do so.

sir crocodile is a man that takes, and takes, and takes without remorse; there’s an insatiable greed — hunger, rather — that he can’t seem to satisfy. or maybe it’s that he’s been denying himself for years and it’s finally become too much for him. a small, quiet buzz infiltrates your body when you yank open the door. you half expect to find someone else there, so you stare openly, disbelief and shock holding you in place.

he peers down at you when you stand there and don’t bother to invite him inside. he knows his presence is probably more than you can handle, but he’s a selfish man and his time is very limited right now. with a subtle nod of his head, almost as if he’s telling — no, commanding — you to let him in; he’s always been like that, wordless commands that he expects to be followed without question.

if you had more sense, you’d slam the door in his face. but sadly, you don’t.

you try not to appear too affected, but as crocodile walks inside, dark eyes taking a sweeping glance around your modest living space, you suddenly remember how to speak.

“h-how did you find me?” your voice is much too soft and timid, something he clicks his tongue at, annoyance slightly bubbling underneath his skin. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s much too taken by your beauty — something he tried to forget but was wholly unsuccessful.

he doesn’t spare you another glance as he hangs up his coat, doesn’t bother asking for permission before he rummages through the cabinets in your kitchen to pour himself a drink, and doesn’t think anything of his overly familiar actions in a home that doesn’t belong to him when he makes himself comfortable on one of the plush armchairs in the living room.

you scurry after him, steps soft and hurried, the smoke from his cigar wafting towards you the closer you get. he tilts his head back and exhales deeply, eyes closed as he blows smoke above him — a heady, intoxicating scent that triggers memories of the nights you spent with him before.

not that it matters, but crocodile’s nerves got the best of him before he arrived; he hasn’t seen you in two and a half years, and he always wondered if someone finally snatched you up. he told himself, a long time ago, that he would wreck whatever relationship you found yourself in anyway, but the uncertainty still lingered.

do you still care for him like you claimed you always would?

it’s a question he refuses to ask you because he’s convinced that the answer will ruin his plans no matter what your response is.

when you finally snap out of that momentary stupor, you stand in front of him, eyes glossy, as if you’re holding back years’ worth of tears. but somehow, you both fall back into the same routine you swore you’d never go back to — you straddle his lap, shorts riding up your plush thighs, his golden hook cold as he uses it to lift your chin up.

you remind yourself to keep focused, to not fall for his charm again. you don’t tell him that you’ve stayed single this whole time, mostly because everyone who came into your life after him didn’t compare.

“i hate the smell of smoke,” you declare boldly, voice strained, and maybe a little needy — even though you closely press yourself to him, even though you’re shamelessly rubbing yourself against him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips. an inescapable, irritating heat passes through him, threatening to burn him alive; already his cock gets stiff when you move on him like that. if he had a bit more sense in him, he’d just leave right now.

but old habits die hard, and for some reason, your presence alone throws him off completely.

in a good way. even though he claims otherwise.

he reminds himself that he’s only here to talk as he runs his large hand along your thigh, admiring the smoothness of your skin — the sensation oddly calming to him. the feel of his rings along the back of your thigh triggers a vivid memory that makes you inhale sharply — you remember that the last time you saw him, you were on your knees and gagging on his cock. that night he fucked you like he knew he’d never see you again; you remember how you felt like melting into him every time he buried his cock deeply in your cunt.

you want to hate him all over and never think about him again.

except you can’t, can you?

there’s a brief pause before he takes another drag from his cigar; and when he lets the silence hang for longer than necessary, you find it hard to breathe.

“and i hate liars,” crocodile says finally, conveniently forgetting that he’s a notorious liar himself. you blush and turn your face at the hidden meaning behind his words — a poor attempt to deny it — but when you look back at him, he blows smoke above your head and fixes you with a pointed look.

an absurd thought occurs, making you curl your fingers as you tug on his shirt and finally question his reappearance. jealousy coils itself tightly around your legs, making your movements sluggish and ineffective. unbecoming, utterly childish, and unavoidable — but you know he won’t listen to that sort of rhetoric. not after being away from you for so long.

you lick your lips and muster enough courage to say, “i wrote to you.” several times, in fact. you figured he was either dead or didn’t want to speak to you. a part of him wants to ask if you’re serious, but from your demure demeanor, he already knows the answer.

crocodile lets out a humorless, pitying laugh.

“it must be nice to live in delusion,” he says bitterly. you look at him, confusion evident in the way you press your lips together as your brows slope down slowly — so he just sighs, defeated by your genuine naivety that he finds terribly charming. when he drags the curve of his golden hook along your jaw, your starts beating faster than necessary, the noise so loud you can barely think straight.

he knows that when he talks to you, he has to… mind how he phrases things, and while it annoys him, he does it anyway. “do you think impel down just allows former warlords the luxury of personal mail?” it’s a rhetorical question, but you shake your head no anyway, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grab onto his shirt again.

guilt has a nasty habit of making him more considerate than he’d care to be, especially if that guilt comes from you. it has him putting out his cigar and tossing it onto the floor; he’s not sure who kisses who first, but his lips slant against yours and move with familiarity.

your soft whimpers are a honeyed, melodic experience; they wrap around him possessively, driving him to tear through your clothes with his hook, shredding the fabric into large, unusable pieces that languidly slide off your body. a flush settles on your skin, making you feel lightheaded — each kiss more electrifying than the last as he licks inside of your mouth, tongue stroking against yours hotly.

crocodile pulls away suddenly, already feeling like the control he’s kept is practically nonexistent because your mouth is much sweeter than he remembers. your fingers tremble slightly and a breathy moan tumbles out of you when he slaps your ass hard.

the impact is a surprise — one that has you whine pitifully, arousal dripping from your slit in a way that should be embarrassing, but you’re too far gone to care. a lust-induced haze circles around him, nearly clouding his vision as you unbutton his shirt, fingers roaming against his stomach, exploring the dips and grooves between his abs. your touch is much too gentle for a man like him; he knows you deserve better, but he’s too selfish to tell you that. his cock is stiff and heavy in his pants; you relieve that ache as soon as you tug his zipper down and wrap your soft hands around him.

he watches you, amused at your focus and determination when you stroke him faster; and while he’d like to take his time with you, he doesn’t have that luxury tonight. he grabs onto your wrist, halting your movements quickly before biting your lower lip and kissing you greedily; it’s all-consuming, scalding, and possessive.

you should ask him why he’s kissing you like that when he has no intention of staying, but you know it would be an unfair question given his circumstances.

still, your curiosity eats you alive, although not for long.

he lifts you with ease and you sink down onto his thick cock, pussy tight and warm. part of what kept him sane while he was in prison was thinking of you and how much he missed being with you like this — another truth he refuses to reveal, deciding to suffer through the consequences of another failed confession on his part.

you scratch at the skin on the back of his neck the moment he bucks his hips against yours, burying most of his cock inside of you. his thrusts are quick and brutal; you do your best to match his movements, moaning loudly as he wraps an arm around you. he kisses down the length of your neck, teeth grazing your skin roughly as he bites and sucks on your skin harshly. you know there’ll be bruises and marks in the morning, but you don’t care.

all you care about is enjoying this moment with him, one that you’ll commit to memory forever.

his name comes out of your mouth sweetly, like a rhythmic and lyrical poem you crafted for him specifically. he shouldn’t care about any of that, but he can’t stop himself; and maybe he’s just tired of denying it. he tells himself that when he fucks you harder, breasts bouncing and rubbing against his hard chest; he tells himself that when he angles his hips, thrusts frenzied and powerful.

sweat glides down your skin and the heat threatens to suffocate you, both of you are panting and moaning in between kisses. you doubt your poor little heart can take much more of this, but you power through anyway. and maybe it’s because you’re tugging on his hair roughly, almost impatiently, but he takes that as a challenge, holding you steady as his cock bullies into your wet cunt. between the lewd, squelching sounds coming from your pussy and the way he simply can’t stop kissing you — like there’s a thirst he can’t seem to quench, no matter how many times he fucks you — a warmth spreads through your chest.

unbeknownst to you, though, he’s going through something similar; he realizes, belatedly, that he might not be able to let you go after this. impossible thoughts pummel through his mind, ones that he desperately tries to shove aside. intimacy and vulnerability are deadly, in his opinion, but he decides to make an exception for you — and only you.

you cum unexpectedly, hips bucking against his wildly, pussy clenching around his thick girth without remorse. you actually feel your heart skip a beat, like you’re in some romance novel, when he calls out your name — his own orgasm finding him shortly after, thrusts slowing, his cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you.

your legs turn to jelly, making it impossible to move right away, so you slump against him weakly and take deep breaths to calm yourself. he closes his eyes briefly and runs his hand up and down your back; here’s another opportune moment to say something, to say anything, but he swallows back the words, instead opting to kiss your forehead softly.

“you’re an impossible man,” you say with a sigh, blinking as you look up at him; he raises a brow at that, but doesn’t offer a rebuttal. “don’t break my heart.” you jab a finger at his chest, but your features soften when he chuckles at your demand.

another long silence follows, before crocodile speaks again, voice low, but certain as he says, “alright, i won’t.”

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milkoolongtee · 2 years

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Started cracking an egg and was immediately hit with the worst smell of my life. That did not smell like sulfur but it sure was god awful and triggered such a visceral response. I'm not in my own home and can't use the trash rn so I went to the back of the garden which just overlooks an empty field and hurled that egg and as far as possible, that thing does not belong anywhere near human noses.

#kaia #currently outside in the blazing hot sun hoping the house airs out quickly bc #a) its fucking hot out here; and #b) again this is NOT MY HOUSE and if the owners come back to this stench i will kms of horror and shame

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milesdickpic · 7 months

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P.80

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HAPPY ONE YEAR OF HLG, BABES! It’s been a year since I’ve been writing for this universe and I wouldn’t be where I am without all of you ❤️ thank you all so much 🥰

Hi, my lovies! Thank you for tuning in for another chapter! I want to thank everyone for being here with me and reading my HLG Series. You all mean the world to me and I wouldn't be where I am without all of you. I love you all so much! 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Everyone is finally going to meet the Bradshaw boys! How do you think everyone will react to Leia meeting her brother? 🤭

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: crying, cursing, mentions death, some sadness, but a whole lot of gushy love 🥰

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

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Bradley’s POV

I made my way down to the lobby. Everyone had just arrived outside in the front.

The first ones here were Austin, Phoenix, and Hangman. I went up behind them as they were all talking. I wedged myself in between all of them and wrapped my arms around their shoulders.

“Oh my gosh! Rooster!” Phoenix whipped around quickly and hugged me tight. “How are they?” She was bouncing with excitement.

I hugged Hangman and Austin. “They’re great! We got to see baby boy b earlier this morning and they said he was doing a lot better today with breathing.”

Hangman patted my chest, “That’s great, Bradshaw. How is momma doin?”

I nodded, “She’s doing great. They’re all perfect.”

Austin rubbed my back, “Congratulations again, Bradley.”

I smiled and patted his back, “Thank you, Aus.”

Hangman rubbed his hands together, “So when do we get to go see them?” He looked at me excitedly.

I sighed and brought him under my wing, “You guys will all get to see them after their big sister meets them.”

Phoenix squealed in excitement. “I can’t wait for our Leia girl to see them!” She jumped up and down as she clung onto Austin. He chuckled and kissed her temple.

“Speak of the princess.” Austin waved over to Phantom, Evelyn, and the girls.

Austin squatted down and had his arms open, “Leia Rey!” She ran into his arms and hugged him tight.

“Hi, my Austin!” He chuckled and kissed her head.

Leia went over to give a hug and kiss to Phoenix. “Hi, Aunt Phoenix! I missed you!” Phoenix kissed her over and over again.

Leia ran over to Hangman and jumped into his arms, “Uncle Jakey!”

“Hey, honey!” He gave her a big kiss and spun her around.

She came over to me and put her arms up for me to pick her up. “Holy shit. Have you gotten bigger, vapor girl? You’re so heavy!”

“Daddy!” She giggled and kissed my cheek. “Daddy, why are we here? Are you okay?” She looked at me concerned.

I nodded, “I’m okay, baby girl. We are here for mommy.”

Her jaw dropped, “Is she okay?”

I smiled and kissed her cheek, “She’s doing a lot better now.”

Leia nodded and looked at me with furrowed brows, “Can I go and see her?”

“Of course, baby. We can go and see her now.” I kissed her temple before letting her down.

I greeted and hugged Phantom, Evelyn, and the girls. As phantom greeted me he pulled me in close and whispered, “Congratulations, Brad.” And patted my back so Leia wouldn’t hear.

Leia held my hand as we all walked through the hospital and went up the elevator. I let everyone know they could wait in the waiting area until I came back to get them. I held Leia’s hand and we skipped down to your room. I opened the door slowly.

“Momma, Leia is here.” I sung to you through the curtain. I opened the curtain slowly.

“Momma!” Leia ran over to you and hugged you. “Are you okay? What happened?” She looked at you with concern. You patted her hair back and looked at me with a smile.

“I’m okay, baby.” You kissed her head, “Come and sit with me, my Leia Rey.” She climbed into the bed with you and sat.

“What happened, momma?” You smiled at her and played with her hair.

“I had to come to the hospital while you were at Kaia and Kamalani’s house. Your little brothers were ready to come out.”

Her eyes grew wide. “Momma!”

You giggled and kissed her cheek, “Do you want to meet one of your little bothers?”

She got onto her knees and bounced on the bed while nodding her head. I came around and grabbed baby boy A from the bassinet. I held him in my hands and kissed his nose. “All right, Leia Rey, I need you to sit back next to momma, okay?” She nodded excitedly. You helped her position her arms and I placed her little brother into her arms.

She gasped. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. “He’s so small!” She couldn’t take her eyes off of him. “Hi, baby brother. I love you so much!” Leia rubbed her nose gently to his. She placed a little kiss on his lips. She started to tear up. “Momma, daddy. I’m so happy.”

“Oh my girl.” I sat down next to her and wiped her tears. You rubbed her back and helped her support baby boy A’s head.

She looked at him in awe. She looked up at you and I. “Where is the other one?” She was concerned.

I chuckled and kissed her head. “He’s being taken care of in a very special room, my love.”

“Is he okay?”

I nodded and pinched her cheek, “He just had a little bit of a hard time breathing when he was born, so the doctor is helping him with his breathing.”

She nodded, “Can I see him?”

You placed a kiss on Leia’s head, “You’ll be able to see him in 2 days when he is all better.”

She nodded again, “Okay.” She looked back down at her baby brother in her arms. She looked up quickly to you and I. “Mommy, Daddy, can we name him Luke?” She looked at the both of us with wide eyes.

I chuckled and rubbed my index finger along his cheek. “You wanna name him Luke?”

She nodded, “Yea! Cause I’m Leia!”

You started to laugh, “I love you, Leia Rey.”

———-

Your POV

Bradley left the room to go and get the rest of the family. You were holding baby boy A again as Leia looked on. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Bradley came back with everyone.

They came in quietly with flowers and gifts for you and your baby boys. They all came in with excited expressions and gasping at the sight before them. Phoenix bounced her way over to you with her hands over her mouth. She gave you a hug and a kiss on the head and she leaned over the bed to get a look at the newest Bradshaw.

“Oh he’s beautiful!” She covered her mouth as she looked at him asleep in your arms.

Austin made his way around and leaned up against Phoenix to get a look at your baby boy. “My oh my. A lady killer he’s going to be, darlin.” He chuckled. Phoenix moved over and he placed a kiss on your temple. He placed his hand gently on him. “Oh my, he’s so small!”

Hangman came over on the side with Leia. He picked her up and sat on the bed next to you with Leia in his lap. He looked over at the little Bradshaw in your arms, “Oh boy, he is a handsome little guy.” He smiled as he looked on. He placed a kiss to your cheek. “You look good too, momma. Don’t even look like you’ve had babies.” He chuckled and you patted his arm.

“Thank you, Jake.” You started to laugh.

They all moved out of the way so Phantom and his family could come and see you and the newest little baby. Evelyn sat on one side of the bed next to you and Phantom stood on the other side with the girls.

Evelyn started to tear up, “Oh he looks just like Rooster when he was a baby.” She covered her mouth and placed her other hand gently on the top of baby boy’s head. “So precious.”

Phantom chuckled and hugged you, “He’s beautiful you two.” He got a better look at your son. The girls looked over the railing in amazement. They were smiling big at your son.

After everyone met your son, everyone sat around cooing over him.

Hangman came over to Bradley and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “So Bradshaw, does baby Bradshaw have a name?” He said it loud bought for everyone to hear and become interested.

Bradley chuckled and looked over at you. You nodded to him and he sighed. “He does.” He went over to you and gently took baby boy A from your arms. He removed his blanket to reveal his Darth Vader onesie. Everyone started to “aawh” over his outfit.

“Oh shit, did you name him Darth?” Hangman started to laugh.

Bradley rolled his eyes and shook his head. He brought his son’s head up to his lips and placed a kiss to his temple. “Everyone. This is our little Luke Nicolas Bradshaw.”

They all gasped and covered their mouths.

“HIS NAME IS LUKE!” Leia hopped out of Austin’s lap excitedly.

Bradley started to laugh and shushed her. “Yes, baby girl. This is your little brother Luke.” Bradley got down on his knee and Leia came over to look at his onesie.

“Hi Luke. I’m Leia.” She bit her lower lip and looked at her little brother. Everyone gushed over their little interaction. Leia placed a kiss on his cheek before Bradley stood back up.

Everyone took turns coming over to see his little onesie he was wearing. After they all viewed baby Luke, Bradley placed him back in his bassinet to sleep. Bradley was still trying to recover from his injuries so his arms got tired quickly.

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Bradley’s POV

I brought the adults to go and see our baby boy B. They weren’t allowed to go into the room so we viewed him from the window as the nurse held him up. Phantom came and patted me on the back as Evelyn hugged me.

“They’re beautiful, Rooster.” Evelyn laid onto my chest as she hugged me.

I wrapped my arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. “Thank you, Evelyn.”

“You’re gonna be a great dad, Bradshaw. You’re just like your old man.” Phantom patted my back and smiled at me.

I chuckled and gave him a smirk, “Thank you, sir.”

Phoenix was hugging Austin as we all looked on to baby boy B. Hangman had his arms crossed and was smiling at him. Phantom and Evelyn went back to the room to get their girls so Phantom could bring them back home before he went back to work. Leia was going to stay with us and be taken home later by Austin, Phoenix, and Hangman.

Austin came up to me and rubbed my back, “You have a pair of handsome little guys, Brad.” He chuckled as we looked on at baby boy B. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and squeezed him gently.

“Thanks, Aus. For everything.”

He shook his head, “No need to thank me. I know you would have done the same for me.” He patted my back again, “I’ll see you all back in the room.” Austin gave Phoenix a kiss on the head before he went back to the room to be with Leia and you.

Phoenix came over and wrapped her arms around my waist, She laid her head on the side of my chest. “Gosh, Bradshaw. You have boys!” She clung onto me and looked at my little boy.

Hangman sighed and came to stand next to me. “God look at em.” He leaned closer to the window to look at him. “Does he look like you or y/n?” He chuckled as he waved at baby boy B with his finger.

I wrapped my arms around Phoenix’s shoulders, “Y/n said the boys look just like Leia when she was born.”

Phoenix and Hangman both looked at me with mischievous eyes. “So they look just like you.” The said in unison as they laughed.

“Damn. Y/n is gonna have a run for her money with 4 of you in the house.” Hangman chuckled.

Phoenix got up on her tip toes and placed a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll see you boys back in the room. I wanna get a turn to hold little Luke.” She patted my chest and patted Hangman’s back before leaving.

Hangman and I stood there with our arms crossed looking at my son. I saw a smirk appear on Hangman’s face. He turned to me with the cockiest grin. “So Rooster. Can I ask you a personal question?” He raised his brows.

I rolled my eyes and laughed, “Would it matter if I did?” I looked at him with a smirk.

He laughed came over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder. “Would you a year and a half ago would have believed that you a year and a half later would have 3 kid and be married to the love of your life?” He continued to look at my son as the nurse began to settle him back into the incubator.

I took a deep breath in and held it for a little. I licked my lips and narrowed my eyes as I began to think. I let my breath out slowly. I bit my lips and brought my hand up to comb my mustache down. “Hmmm.” I looked at him and he looked at me. “Y’know…” I looked down and bit my lower lip. “If I am being honest with you… No, I thought the mission was it for me. Thought I would possibly die there if I was chosen and that would have been it for me.” I pushed my lips together and looked back up at him.

He looked at me shocked. “Wow. That’s deep.” I nodded at him. He patted my chest and smiled, “Well I’m glad that wasn’t the case. You deserve all of this, Rooster.” He smiled and gave me a hug.

I laid on his shoulder and patted his back, “Thanks, Seresin. I am also quite fond of us being friends instead of me wanting to slap you across the face everyday.” I started to laugh.

He pulled back and looked at me with furrowed brows, “Gosh, is that all we are? You’re friend zoning me, Bradshaw?” He raised one of his brows.

I laughed and shook my head. I pushed him off of me. “Shut up, Bagman.” We took one last look at my son before we headed back to the room.

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We got back to the room and Phoenix and Austin were cuddled up on the couch as Phoenix held Luke. I smiled as Phoenix had her pinky in Luke’s grasp. I went and sat with you on the bed. “Hey, sweetheart.” I kissed your temple.

You laid against my shoulder. I winced slightly at the pain. You looked at me concerned. “Oh, Bradley, are you okay?” You rubbed my chest.

I nodded, “I forgot to bring my medication with me, baby, but I’m okay. Just in a little pain.” I kissed your head again.

“Well let me see if the doctor can bring you something, so you’re not in so much pain, Brad.” You pushed the assistance button on your remote. The nurse came in quickly.

I went to go and sit with Austin and Phoenix. “Gosh, they’re freaking identical, Bradley.” Austin chuckled as he rubbed his index finger against Luke’s chest.

I laid back and nodded, “They are. We are going to have to put them in different outfits so they never get mixed up.” I chuckled. “Howeverrrrrr…. Baby boy B is bigger than Luke.”

Phoenix laughed, “Oh my gosh, no way? Luke is huge!”

I placed my hand on the top of Luke’s head and kissed him softly, “Oh but he is.”

Hangman came over and sat on the floor with his back against my legs. “I forgot to ask when we went to go and see him. Does baby boy B have a name?”

I nodded. “He does have a name.” I looked over at you and smiled. The nurse came in with some medication for me. I took it and sat back and relaxed into the couch.

“What is his name, daddy?” Leia came over and sat on my lap. I looked at you again and raised my brows. You shook your head and winked.

I looked at all of them and shook my head. “You’ll all find out when you meet him.”

Hangman spun around on his butt and slapped my leg, “Aww come on, Bradshaw.”

I shrugged. “Sorry, per my wife it’s a secret.” I laughed as they all looked at you and I disappointed.

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The next day, they took baby boy B off the oxygen tube. They said that if he did well for the next 48 hours without it, he would be cleared to go home with us. We made our way over to the NICU to see our baby boy. You carried Luke in your arms as I pushed you in the wheelchair again. We made it into the room and you rose slowly from the wheelchair. I took Luke from you and you went over to see baby boy B. You put your hand into the incubator and caressed his cheek.

“Hi, my baby. Mommy’s here.” The nurse came over and opened the incubator to let you grab our son. You picked him up and kissed him over and over again. You came over to me and we held our boys up next to one another. “Look at ‘em, Bradley.” You looked at our boys in awe. “They’re so precious.” You bit your lip and looked up at me.

I kissed your lips slowly, “Just think, baby. Two days from now we will all be home.” I smiled at you and kissed you again. I looked at our little boy in your hands and gave him a kiss. “I can’t wait to smother you boys in love when we get home.”

We stayed in the NICU for at least 4 hours just bonding with the boys. You tried to breast feed baby boy B. We changed his diapers a couple of times. He almost sprayed me down like Luke did whenever I changed his diaper.

We switched boys. I held baby boy B as you fed Luke. I held him in my hands and brought his little face close to mine. I kissed his lips and rubbed the tip of my nose to his. I danced around the room with him.

“Sweetheart, What should I sing to him?” I looked at you and smiled as I bounced him around in my hands.

You looked up and bit your lip. “Hmmmm.” You started to chew on your lower lip, “How about Little Wonders by Rob Thomas?” You smiled sweetly at me.

I chuckled. “Perfect.”

I continued to bounce and rock our son gently in my hands. I was so lost in his presence. He was perfect. As I sang to him a little smirk appeared on his face. My boys were so full of joy already and they were only 2 days old. My heart was full. I had everything I needed in life.

“All of my regret will wash away somehow. But I cannot forget… The way I feel right now… In these small hours, these little wonders…”

I placed a kiss on his little cheeks and it was as if he just relaxed into my hands. His head lolled back slightly and he was in a deep sleep once again. “I love you, baby boy. Daddy loves you so much.”

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It was time for us to all finally go home. We had been in the hospital for nearly four days. The doctors wanted to make sure you and the boys were recovering smoothly. You all had checks before you were to be released. Austin and Leia met up with us at the hospital. Austin brought the carseats for us. He and Leia brought them up to the room as we were getting ready to check you and the boys out. You changed into some comfy clothes. Then we changed the boys into new outfits to go home in.

Your POV

You were changing Luke into his take home outfit while Bradley changed baby boy B into his. They were both laying on the bed across from one another.

“Oh you look so cute, Luke!” You giggled as you finished putting his outfit on. He was wearing a little flight suit onesie that you had custom made for the boys to go home in. Luke’s onesie had his initials on it and Baby boy B had his initials on his. There weren’t the flight suits you sent to Bradley as a surprise. These ones were different.

You picked up Luke and gave him kisses on his cheek. Austin held Leia on his hip and brought her over to look at her little brother Luke. “Momma, he looks so cute in his little flight suit!” She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.

You placed him into his carseat and strapped him in. You fixed his little belt straps and caressed his cheek with your index knuckle. You went over to Bradley and laid on his bicep as he continued to change your little boy. He finished putting his little limbs into his little flight suit and he zipped it up.

“There we go. All ready to go home.” He picked him up and blew a little raspberry into his cheek. He put him into his carseat and looked at you. “Sweetheart, I have no idea how to use one of these things.” He chuckled and looked at you with puppy dog eyes. “Please help.”

You rubbed his arm and helped him. “It’s like Leia’s carseat, Just make sure you adjust the straps like how Luke’s are. You turned Luke’s carseat so Bradley you’d look at his belt straps.

Bradley buckled him in and chuckled. “Not bad for my first time, right, sweetheart?”

You nodded and kissed his arm. “Perfect Bradley.”

Austin and Leia cam around the side the see them both. “Aww man, look at them together, Darlin.” Austin kissed Leia’s cheek. “You’re gonna be the best big sister ever.” He tickled her belly and she giggled.

“I can’t wait for them to get home!” Leia looked at her bothers with excitement. Austin let her down and she went to get a better look at her brothers. He put a finger from each of her hands int their fists. She started to tear up. “You’re going to be my best friends, forever. I am so happy!” She wiped her tears from her face. She looked up at you and Bradley. “I love them so much.”

Bradley got down on his knee and kissed Leia’s cheek, “You are the sweetest little babe ever, Leia girl.”

Leia sniffled and wiped her eyes, “I’m not little anymore, daddy. I’m a big sister.” She started to giggle.

Bradley tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’re absolutely right, baby. But you will always be my little girl.” He kissed her cheek and pinched her chin.

Bradley stood up and rubbed his hands together. “Now… Let’s get these little boys home so everyone can meet them properly.” He looked at you and kissed your head.

Austin helped you into the wheelchair. Bradley Picked up both boys’ carseats and carried them.

“Hey, Bradley do you want some help with them?” Austin came over to Bradley with his hands out.

Bradley shook his head, “No I’ll be okay. I want to carry them out.” He smiled at Austin. “But thank you, Austin.”

You looked at Bradley concerned, “Honey, are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Bradley smiled at you and nodded, “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. Promise.”

Austin threw yours and Bradley’s bag over his shoulder and pushed you in the wheelchair as you held your gifts in your lap, Leia held the boy’s bag over her shoulder, and Bradley carried the boys in their carseats. Everyone in the hospital congratulated you and Bradley as you made your way out to your cars. Austin had pulled the car up to the circle so you didn’t have to go far with all your stuff. Austin had Evelyn’s car behind the truck. He quickly transferred the carseat holders into the truck so Bradley could lock the boys in. Austin helped you into the car. Bradley locked the boys into their carseat holders and shook them a little bit to make sure they were secure.

“I’m gonna go home with Austin!” Leia called over to you and Bradley. Austin grabbed the gifts from you and placed them into Evelyn’s car along with all the luggage and the boy’s bags.

Leia and Austin both gave you a kiss on the cheek. “We will see you all at home. Drive safely.”

Austin shot Bradley a wink before he picked up Leia and brought her over to the car.

Bradley looked at you and smiled big as he grabbed your hand. “You ready to bring the boys home, baby?” He kissed your hand.

You smiled sweetly and squeezed Bradley’s hand. You looked back at the boys and nodded, “Show me the way home, honey.”

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AHHHHH! The boys are going home and everyone will finally learn baby boy B's name! How do you think they'll all react to his name? I hope you are all enjoying this story! I love you all! I'll see you in the next chapter, besties 🫶🏼

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