#next thing you know

[chirpsythismorning]

Yesterday toxic milkvans were angry because, according to them, Millie got asked a question about Will at the con, when in reality a fan asked Millie who her favorite character was, with her saying Will…

And now today they’re mad because according to them, Finn only got asked byler questions, as if it wasn’t one question about what his favorite byler scene to film was, with him saying the van scene, followed by elaborating unprompted about Will’s feelings…

If you’re mad at anyone, be mad at Millie and Finn bc they’re the ones bringing up your arch nemesis 😅

#byler #like I’m sorry Will is just iconic like that #idk how they hate Will so much #he’s literally milkvans number 1 supporter #he has the same idea about the events of s4 as them #they should love that dude with all their heart #coping for the inevitable I guess #next thing you know #they’re gonna be saying bylers forced him to say filming was going to start in may #like… #we don’t gotta force anything it just comes to us #when are y’all gonna come to terms with that reality 😅

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Callsign ‘Troublemaker’

Pairings: Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: When Bradley Bradshaw meets his namesake. Part 1 ‘Next Thing You Know’ can be found here or on my master list.

Warnings: mention of parents death, has a happy ending, Bradley and Jake bromance

Huge thank you to @callsign-phoenix for proofreading for me.

The days at the hospital seemed to drag by and Jake couldn’t wait to get his wife and son home and settled in. When the day finally came he was so jittery and excited that (y/n) had to tell him to calm down as they got into the car.

“Jake, chill out. You have so much energy. What's gotten into you?” You laughed, settling into the passenger seat, still sore from her surgery but growing stronger by the day.

“I just can't wait to get him home, into his little room.”

Jake had spent so much time decorating the nursery. He had gone for the theme of planes, of course. The walls were alive with all the different aircraft on a beige background. The little wooden cot was nestled in the corner and above it hung a mobile with little jet planes on it. Bradley had found it online and now his namesake was going to enjoy it.

The drive home was slow, Jake barely going about 20 mph. “For a fighter pilot, you certainly don't know how to drive fast, the speed limit is 40, Jake.”

“I know. I know, but we have precious cargo,” he said, glancing into the backseat at your sleeping son. He looked so peaceful, tiny hands scrunched up by his chubby face, little eyes closed tightly. Jake had been your rock during the first few days of parenthood. He took to it like a duck to water and he loved every moment of it. During your pregnancy, Jake had read all the baby books he could get his hands on but the thing he enjoyed the most was skin-to-skin bonding time. You often found yourself waking up in the hospital bed to see your husband slumped in the chair, shirtless and with your baby boy resting on his chest. The sight of them together made your heart swell with love.

When you pulled up the driveway, you sighed with relief. It felt good to finally be home, in your own clothes and your own bed. Jake rushed around to help you out of the car and lead you to the front door before going back for Bradley. When you opened the front door, you were met with loud cheers. The Dagger squad had crowded into your small living room, cheering and clapping as the couple entered with their newborn. Phoenix stepped forward and embraced you tightly. “God (y/n), don't you ever do that again. You have no idea how stressed I was.” She rambled, continuing to hold your shoulders firmly.

“How do you think I felt, Nat? She's my wife.”

“She was my best friend first, Bagman.” you laughed, smiling at her.

“I'll try not to do it again. I promise.”

“You better had.”

The great of the squad all greeted you, hugging the new parents and making a fuss of the little boy. Even Mav was in his element, humming quietly and rocking Bradley gently after he started crying.

“You’re a natural, Mav,” you said quietly, watching over his shoulder at your sleeping son.

“The old man's still got it in him then.” A familiar voice said from behind you. Turning you came face to face with Rooster. He wore one of his signature Hawaiian shirts, a bunch of flowers in one hand and a book in the other.

“Mum always told him that Mav was good with me as a kid. Apparently, he was one of the only people that could stop me from crying if I had a tantrum.”

“I still can.” Mav joked, gently placing your son back into his arms before greeting Rooster. Once Mav headed over to talk to Phoenix and Bob, Rooster approached you.

“How is the little troublemaker getting on?”

“He's good. Keeping us on our toes but we wouldn't have it any other way.” You looked down adoringly at your little boy, who was still peacefully sleeping in your arms.

“And more importantly, how are you feeling, (y/n)?” He placed his hand on your arm supportively.

“I'm tired and still a little sore, but mainly I'm just relieved.” you smiled up at him. “I wanted to thank you for everything the other night, Bradley. I know that we couldn't have done it without you, Jake especially. I'll never be able to repay you for it but just know that it meant everything to him that you were there.” You gave him a side hug, careful not to wake the sleeping baby in your arms. Bradley hugged you back gently, placing a soft kiss on your head.

“Honestly, it was nothing. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, anything for my wingman. Although I hope I never have to. Keep out of trouble, (y/n).”

You nodded, “Thank you, Bradley.”

You stood together silently for a moment before Bradley realised he was still holding the gifts. “Oh, these are for you,” he handed you the bunch of flowers in his hand. They were stunning, a mix of all different colours.

“Oh thank you, you didn't have to.” you told him. “Jake, could you pop these in some water for me?” you asked, passing the flowers to your husband.

“Sure,” he took them from you and placed a kiss on your cheek, before turning to Bradley.

“Hey, Chicken.”

“Hey, Bagman.” The two men greeted each other with a hug before Jake disappeared into the kitchen.

“I umm... I also bought this. It was something my Mum and Dad did for me when I was little and I've treasured it ever since my Dad died. I just thought you could keep all his memories and pictures in here and if anything happened...” he stopped himself seeing your worried face. “Not that anything will. I will look after Jake with my life if I have to. I just thought that if anything did, at least he will have all his memories of Jake in here.”

Bradley handed you the book and you sat down in the chair, placing it carefully on your lap. It was a brown leather photo album.

Engraves on the front in gold letters read:

‘Baby Seresin’s photo album’ and underneath it read: ‘Callsign - Troublemaker.’

You gasped, placing your hand over your mouth, tears filling your eyes.

“Bradley, this is beautiful. I can't believe it... I love it, Bradley, thank you.”

You stood up, embracing him tightly as a few tears escaped down your face.

“Hey Bradshaw, are you upsetting my wife,” Jake called jokingly, coming over to join you. You showed Jake the album, trying to dry your eyes. Jake stared at it silently and you watched as a few tears slid down his cheek.

“Roo, I...” he choked out, trying to find the right words. Bradley could sense how choked up his friend was and placed a hand on Jake’s shoulder.

“It's ok, Jake. I know.” Jake nodded and pulled Bradley into a hug.

“Thank you, brother,” he mumbled into Bradley’s shoulder. The two men embraced before pulling apart and Jake composed himself. You could see the look that passed between them, it was something more than just friends. You always understood the importance of having a wingman and that when they were flying Jake and Bradley always looked out for each other. Bradley was as much part of the Seresin family as his namesake.

“Ok enough of the chitchat. When are we going to find out this little guy's name? I know it's a good callsign, but I feel like we can't keep calling him ‘Troublemaker’ forever.” Phoenix exclaimed from across the room, pointing amusingly at you and Jake. “Spill the beans.”

With your son resting in your arms, you took your husband's hand, squeezing in gently.

“Should we tell them?” You asked.

“YES!” a chorus of shouts filled the room as the crew gathered around.

“Well,” Jake began, clearing his throat. “(Y/n) and I came up with so many names but when it came down to it, there is only one name that we felt would truly fit him. So everyone…”

“Meet Bradley!” You both said together, excitedly revealing your son's name to the group. Everyone was silent until Bradley spoke up.

“You… you called him Bradley. You named him after me.” His voice was shaky and you could see the unshed tears glistening in his eyes.

“Yes, Brad. After everything, it’s the least we could do.” Bradley nodded slowly, a large smile growing across his face. You both grinned back at him. Jake wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“Thank you, Bradley.” He said, smiling gratefully at his wingman.

“You’re welcome.” With that little Bradley let out a small cry before he unleashed an earth-shaking wail. You began to rock him gently, trying to comfort him.

“I think your namesake wants you, Roo,” Phoenix said, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“His name is perfect, (y/n).” She said, smiling at you.

Bradley held out his arms and you carefully placed your son into them. He rocked the baby slowly back and forth, humming the song that Mav had earlier. The little boy’s cries became quieter until they were just whimpers. “Well, little man, I think we are going to have a lot of fun. Don’t you, ‘Troublemaker’.” Little Bradley cooed, lifting his tiny hand and wrapping it around Bradley’s thumb.

The rest of the squad was congratulating the Seresins, but Jake wasn’t paying much attention, he was too busy watching his wingman with his son. The two most important men in his life shared a very special moment. Jake knew he’d won the jackpot when Rooster became his wingman, but he didn't realise that he was also going to gain a best friend and godfather to his son as well.

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#top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #next thing you know #hangman x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

[countrymusiclover]

Next Thing You Know

Kayce and the reader are more than best friends now. They’ve had to become full time parents too. That is no easy task especially with an entire ranch legacy on your shoulders. So everyday in true Dutton fashion they just have to roll with it…to keep the ranch lifestyle and name going. @hcwthewestwaswcn co author 🤗

Tag list - just ask to be added

@mandabrammer2021

#next thing you know #kayce dutton x fem!reader #kayce dutton #kayce dutton x reader #kayce dutton imagine #kayce dutton fan fiction #yellowstone fanfic #yellowstone fanfiction #yellowstone x reader #yellowstone #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone series #yellowstone masterlist #falling for my bestie #cowboys #rancher #raegan revord #dutton family #john dutton #beth dutton #rip wheeler #oc’s #cowgirls #montana #wattpad fanfiction #ask box is open for feedback #comments really appreciated #luke grimes #co author #tate dutton

[pianokantzart]

I know a lot of us are thinking about how in the Mario Movie, Luigi’s aversion to pets may be leading up to Polterpup (who I definitely hope appears some time in the future.) 

But consider this: Luigi is the first one to stumble upon the newly-hatched Yoshi in the sewers of Brooklyn. The baby apex predator immediately imprints on him as his mother, and... well... it’s a baby. Luigi can’t just leave him there! Shenanigans ensue.

#mario movie #super mario brothers #mario movie spoilers #kinda #MAMA LUIGI BABY #Yoshi is just like 'They're green! I'M green! Clearly this is my mother' #next thing you know #Luigi is raising a deadly dinosaur-horse-puppy thing with a voracious appetite #and incredibly high intelligence #Mario is the supportive uncle who Yoshi loves but DOES NOT LISTEN TO unless the situation is particularly serious #luigi #mario

[gaspshichat]

How. How did I find you here Vyren

I swear, finding you here was completely unintentional what in the world

WHISPER YOU KEEP FINDING ME EVERYWHERE. WHAT THE FUCK. GET OUT OF MY HOUSE ????

[i'm kidding you're allowed in but please know i'm fucking insane]

#gasps asks #first my fucking ao3 #now my tumblr #next thing you know #whisper is at my job

[leiawritesstories]

Next Thing You Know, 2

hey @tomtenadia it's here! thank you for encouraging this story <3

PART ONE

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: very very tiny bit of language, some innuendo, and absolutely tons of fluff. probably the fluffiest thing i've written in months haha.

Enjoy! (and yes, there will be a third part)

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Standing on the beach beneath a quickly constructed arch of flowers and greenery, Rowan clasped his hands behind his back, surprised to find himself nervous. To his side, Lorcan cleared his throat, a subtle reminder to get his shit together. Rowan rolled his eyes at his close friend, refraining from mumbling the curse that slipped to his tongue. Also beneath the arch, Rhoe Galathynius coughed, his own reminder to the younger men to behave themselves. 

A moment later, Elide appeared, her simple, soft lavender dress floating around her body, a small bouquet of wildflowers in her hand. She threw Lorcan a wink as she took her place opposite him and Rowan, waiting for the bride to make her appearance. 

Burning gods above. 

Aelin locked her eyes onto Rowan’s as she approached the arch and took her place, her lips curving into a wickedly satisfied smile. She looked–she was–breathtaking. 

Clad in a form-fitting golden dress that molded to each line and slope and curve of her body, Aelin was a living flame in the dusk. And her gleeful grin only accentuated how brightly she burned. 

Rhoe cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention to him. Casting his daughter a soft, proud grin, he opened the small book in his hands and began. 

“Dearly beloved…”

~

“You may now kiss the bride,” Rhoe concluded. “Congratulations, son.” 

Nothing on the earth or above the earth could compare to what Aelin felt as she looped her arms around Rowan’s neck, bowing into his tender embrace, and kissed him, sealing their union as husband and wife. They lost themselves in each other’s kiss, not even caring that their friends were watching and cheering and probably even catcalling a little. 

When they pulled apart, both were grinning widely, newlywed joy shining bright in their faces. 

“I love you,” Rowan whispered into her ear, lacing his fingers through hers. 

“I love you,” Aelin whispered back, tugging on his hand and leading him down the “aisle” to much cheering and applause from the three others gathered there. His smile was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. 

After sharing laughs and a few tears and lots of hugs with their few friends, Aelin found her way to her father, wordlessly pressing herself into his proud embrace. 

“I’m so proud of you, Fireheart,” Rhoe murmured, his voice thick with emotion. 

She sniffled. “I’m still a little scared of how Mom and everyone are going to react when they find out that we eloped, and that you did the ceremony.” 

“Let me handle that,” her father replied. “Your mother will understand, I know she will.” 

“I…okay.” She took a deep breath and hugged her father fiercely. “I love you so much, Dad.” 

Rhoe brushed his hand over the top of his grown-up daughter’s head. “I love you more, Fireheart. Now go find that husband of yours, I’ve got a few words for him.” 

She chuckled wetly. “Don’t beat him up, Dad. I need Rowan to be unharmed for the next few weeks or so.” 

“I’ll leave him in one piece.” Rhoe hugged Aelin one more time before letting her go. “I’m so proud of you, my daughter.” 

Aelin slipped up to Rowan’s side, linking her hand with his as she rolled up onto her tiptoes to whisper into his ear. “Dad says he wants to talk to you.” 

“Why does that scare me?” Rowan mumbled, mild concern flickering through his eyes. 

She chuckled. “He said he’d be nice…”

“And I’m sure he will be?” 

“Well, considering I told him I need you in one piece…”

“You’re a menace, my love,” Rowan laughed. 

Aelin beamed. “I’m your menace now, my buzzard.” 

He flashed her a tiny, secret grin. “Yes you are.” Before he went over to Rhoe, he stole another kiss, not even caring that Elide and Lorcan both whooped at the sight. It was his and Aelin’s wedding day, after all; they could kiss as much as they wanted. 

Rowan stood with Rhoe for only a few minutes, the two men sharing a brief, muted conversation before Rhoe wrapped his arm around Rowan’s shoulders, grinning. Rowan returned to Aelin’s side shortly later, only a little bit dazed. 

“He called me son,” he murmured, wonder coating his tone. 

She beamed up at him. “Dad has seen you as his son practically since the first day you came over to my house. This is the best day of his life–he was right about you and me.” 

“Best day of my life, too.” Rowan tipped his head down, brushing a soft kiss behind Aelin’s ear. “Shall we, Fireheart?” 

“We shall, buzzard.” 

He lifted her into his arms, grinning at her half-squawk, half-gasp of shock, and strode off towards his truck, both of them waving at their friends as they left. Like the gentleman he was, he handed her up into the passenger seat, grinning like a little kid when he swung himself into the driver’s seat, turned on the ignition, and laced his fingers through hers as he drove away into the night. 

“We did it,” Aelin breathed, half convinced it was only a dream. 

“We did it,” Rowan whispered, flicking her a grin while still keeping his eyes on the road. Mostly on the road. 

The short drive to the beach house went by far too fast, both of the newlyweds lost in the giddy glee of the realization that they were married. For the first little bit of their honeymoon, Aelin had convinced Rowan to stay at the Galathynius family’s beach house, since it was conveniently available. 

“And so many of us forget it’s there,” she added, laughing wryly. “We used to love going there as kids, and now we’re all so busy that the place stands empty most of the time.” 

“How convenient,” Rowan chuckled. 

She smirked. “Indeed.” She brushed a soft, teasing kiss just below his ear. “For I don’t intend to be disturbed for at least a few days.” 

“Days?” He arched a brow, tamping down his wicked smirk. “Awfully high expectations, my love. Gonna back them up?” 

“We’ll see,” she hummed, her eyes sparkling in the dimness of the truck. “Think you can make it more than three minutes, old man?” 

Rowan pulled into the driveway, threw the truck into park with more force than strictly necessary, and leaned over into the passenger seat, pressing Aelin’s back into the seat cushion. “Old man?” he growled, the rasp of his voice dancing along her spine. 

Trailing her fingers through the silvery strands of his hair, she nodded languidly. “Mhmm.”

His lips brushed across her pulse point, the kiss a bare hint of his intent. “We’ll see,” he whispered darkly, parroting her earlier teasing. He felt more than heard the shaky exhale she released at that, her chest heaving. 

“So much talk and so little action.” she murmured, that snark of hers still in full force. 

So he hopped out of the truck, pulled open her door, and all but hauled her over his shoulder as he strode up to the front door. 

Her shocked gasp quickly gave way to a giggle when he shifted her into his arms to carry his lovely bride across the doorway. “Such a gentleman, darling husband.” 

“Only the best for my wife.” 

A shudder raced through Aelin’s whole body at the promise in those words. Rowan set her down and stepped out of his shoes, so she took a second to kick off her heels before turning back to her husband, the words she wanted to say suddenly failing. 

“Ro–” 

“Fireheart,” he whispered, tracing his fingertips along her cheekbone, no more than a breath of space between them. 

And then her lips were pressed into his, her kiss slow, unhurried. She rose onto her tiptoes to reach his height, but when her knees wobbled from the sheer overpowering emotion of it all, he lifted her into his arms, letting her legs wrap around his waist. 

For an endless moment, they just shared that kiss, needing nothing more than each other. Rowan slipped his lips down Aelin’s jaw, kissing along the elegant line of her throat, drawing a soft, breathy gasp out of her. Her head tipped back against the wall, allowing him access to her neck, and his whole body shuddered. 

“Aelin,” he panted, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes, knowing his own were darkened with desire. “I–”

“I love you,” she breathed, her voice remarkably steady despite her fluttering pulse. “I’m yours.” 

“As I am yours,” he murmured, resting his forehead against hers. 

It was barely a few seconds before her nimble fingers slipped beneath his untucked shirt, her touch electric against his skin. His hands flexed beneath her thighs, where he held her, his control rapidly fraying. “Gods,” he gasped, “Fireheart, please.”

“Begging for me already?” she teased softly, winking at him. 

Almost before she could blink, he’d walked them into the master bedroom and closed the door, pressing her back into the smooth, cool wood. “Oh, love,” he purred, “I don’t intend to be the only one begging tonight.” 

Fuck, that tone of his did bad things to her failing self-control. Her breath escaped shakily, her heartbeat racing as he lifted his hands to the straps of her dress. “Can I…” 

“Yes.” She rested her hands atop his, tugging the dress’s straps down. “Yes, Ro.” 

Slowly, he slipped the dress off her shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her waist. His gaze followed, tracing down her exposed curves, her skin bared to the low lamplight. She felt how sharply he inhaled when he realized she hadn’t been wearing a bra. “Fuck, love!” His heart thundered beneath her palms. “You’re trying to kill me.” 

“It’s working,” she smirked, dancing her fingertips over her skin. 

Quicker than she could blink, Rowan’s hand replaced hers, his touch tentative, exploratory, his callouses rougher than her manicured nails. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, returning his lips to her neck as his fingers skimmed over her collarbones, over the swell of her breasts. “Absolutely perfect.” 

She walked her hands down the front of his now-unbuttoned shirt, pushing the offending material off his shoulders and drinking in the sight of his bare chest and the tattoo spiraling up his arm and side. “You’re not so bad yourself, love.” 

He chuckled into the crook of her neck. “How kind of you.” 

Her fingers skated up his side, along the words inked there. “You’re gorgeous, buzzard,” she murmured, her admiration breaking into a groan of pleased shock at the way he palmed her breasts. “Oh, gods!” 

“No, just me,” he smirked. 

So she pushed her dress all the way down to the floor, revealing her complete and utter lack of undergarments. 

Rowan loved that golden dress on her. 

He loved it even more when tumbled to the floor. 

Resisting the sudden urge to cover herself with her hands, Aelin just lifted her eyes to her husband’s, nervousness flickering across her face for an instant. 

“Fireheart,” he breathed, absolute awe coating his words, his face, “you are stunning.” 

Then, he laid her gently down on the bed and proved it. 

~

Aelin’s whole body was shaking. 

She clutched her hands together to keep her fingers from spasming, twisting her wedding ring around and around her finger. It was an old nervous tic of hers, toying with her rings, something she only did when she had to force her mind to be calm rather than a storm of anxious worry. 

Ding! Her phone’s timer chimed. All of a sudden, she was a blur of motion, leaping up from the edge of the bathtub to turn off the timer and then, not quite sure if the butterflies stampeding in the pit of her stomach were excited or terrified or both, she turned her eyes towards the two white plastic sticks on the bathroom counter. 

And found two blue lines on each stick. 

Gasping, Aelin grasped the edge of the countertop to steady herself, her jaw falling open in complete incredulity. The tests…they were positive. Positive. Unconsciously, one hand slipped down to her lower abdomen, some ancient protective instinct guiding her to cup the tiny little life growing inside of her. 

Just to be completely sure, she took a digital test, a shocked sob breaking from her throat when that one, too, confirmed that she was pregnant. Three weeks pregnant or more, according to the little screen on the test. 

She and Rowan had only been married for two months. 

Before the butterflies crowding her stomach could turn into buffalo, Aelin picked up the positive tests, hid them carefully in the bathroom cabinet, walked out into the bedroom, sat down on the end of the bed, and exhaled long and slow. She was pregnant. She and Rowan were going to be parents. 

She just had to figure out how in all hell to tell him. 

Luckily for her, Target was only a ten-minute drive away, and the baby clothing department there was always well stocked. 

~

Rowan’s truck pulled into the driveway just after six-thirty, the door thunking shut and the truck beeping when its doors locked. He walked in a minute later, dropping his work bag and kicking off his shoes, loosening his tie with a groan of relief. “I’m home, Fireheart!” 

“Hey, love.” Aelin leaned into his side, rising onto her toes to capture his lips softly. “Long day again?” 

“Always,” he grumbled. “Better now, though.” 

“Good.” She ran her fingers through his mussed hair. “Hungry?” 

“Very.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in for another kiss. “Even dessert.” 

She swatted his arm, her eyes dancing. “Real food first, Ro.” 

He smirked. “If you insist, my love.” His nose twitched. “I smell awful, I’m going to shower before dinner.” 

“Please do,” she deadpanned. 

He clutched his heart as he headed for the bedroom. “Cruel woman!” 

“I love you too,” she called back, chuckling. 

Laughter would do nicely to temper her thundering heart, which raced with anticipation and terror at the knowledge that it would be only moments before Rowan walked into the master bathroom and discovered the little surprise she’d laid there. 

It hadn’t been five minutes before there was a muffled thud in the bathroom. 

Seconds later, Rowan reappeared in the kitchen, one of the pregnancy tests clutched in his hand, his eyes huge and shimmering with tears. “Ae…Aelin?” he choked out, voice stumbling in disbelief. “Is this…are you…?” 

“I’m pregnant, Ro,” Aelin murmured, her own tears breaking free from her control and sliding down her face. 

“You’re pregnant,” he breathed. His body betrayed him then, knees weakening and causing him to sink to the floor, staring up at her in pure, overjoyed shock. “Fireheart, we’re going to be parents?”��

“Yeah.” She joined him on the floor, cupping her hands around his jaw. “We’re going to be parents, my buzzard.” She sniffled, beaming through her tears. 

His thumb brushed stray tears off of her chin. “I love you so much,” he whispered, his own smile matching hers. 

“I love you more,” she whispered back, a sob clogging her throat. 

“Impossible.” Unbidden, his large, warm hand slipped around to her stomach, hovering over her skin as if he was unsure whether he could touch. Aelin wrapped her hand around his wrist, guiding his hand down onto her stomach. 

“We love you,” she murmured. 

And Rowan released a heaving sob, overcome by the shock and the exhilaration of everything they were about to experience. 

~

Three more weeks. By this point, it was the only thing keeping Aelin going. Three more weeks–just three!--before she and Rowan met their baby. She was feeling the oddest mix of nerves about giving birth and eagerness to have the baby out of her; damn Rowan and his massive stature for making the baby measure in the 97th percentile, as she so often teased him. 

“Baby’s still comfortable in there,” Aelin’s OB laughed, disposing of her gloves and handing Aelin a towel to clean the ultrasound gel off her bump. “Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal. You’re only thirty-eight weeks, and first babies often come after forty weeks. Technically, that’s considered over term, but it’s very normal for a first baby.” 

“Bloody hell,” Aelin grumbled, throwing Rowan a playful glare. “This is your fault, y’know, buzzard.” 

He winked cheekily. “Doctor says it’s normal, love.” 

“For you to make massive demon spawn–ouch, you stop that, little one!” She rubbed her bump, soothing the place the baby had just kicked. “Damn, already Dad’s best friend and not even born yet.” 

Dr. Towers chuckled. “Right, Aelin–we’re all done for today, and I hope the next time I see you, it’s in the delivery room.” She winked. “Call me if you hit forty weeks and little one is still chilling, okay? We might have to talk about inducing labor if that happens.”

“Is that normal?” Aelin’s brows furrowed. 

The doctor nodded. “Very common. Don’t worry, Aelin; it’s most likely that you’ll go into labor naturally, especially with a 97th-percentile baby.” 

Aelin muttered something about so size does matter that the doctor chose not to hear. 

Rowan, though, flushed bright red and spluttered. “Aelin!”

She snickered. “Love you too, Ro. Thanks, doc.” She pushed herself awkwardly off the ultrasound bed, wrapping her arm around Rowan’s waist for support. Dr. Towers waved and headed out, leaving the couple to themselves. 

Rowan was still fighting his blush. “You’re incorrigible, Fireheart.” 

“You love it,” she grinned. 

He sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I do. Want to get a milkshake?” It had become their post-appointment tradition. 

“Hell yeah!” She pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Hear that, little one? We’re getting a milkshake!” The baby shifted around, as if in agreement. Aelin beamed. “I think she wants chocolate.” 

“So confident it’s a girl,” her husband teased. 

“Mother’s intuition.” 

“Mhmm, and does that also tell you what flavor milkshake the baby wants?” 

“Of course.” She winked and leaned in closer to his side, a wicked smirk curling her lips. “Mama prefers a certain kind of milkshake, but we can’t buy it in the shop.” 

For the second time in ten minutes, Rowan’s face flushed beet red. He clamped his lips together, forcing the saddest thoughts he could conjure into his mind to keep his…male instinct down. “Fireheart,” he groaned, visibly uncomfortable from the way his jeans had tightened. “Why?” 

She giggled. “Because it’s so fun to watch you get all flustered, love. And I like you all flustered, I really do.” 

He sighed, rolling his eyes skyward. “Love you too, Ae.” Leaning down, he kissed her bump. “I love you too, little one.” 

Baby kicked again, stirring at the sound of Rowan’s voice. 

For the gods only knew how many times, Aelin’s eyes clouded with tears again. Hell, she couldn’t wait to make that man a father.

~~~

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#my writing #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #rowan x aelin #rowaelin fanfic #next thing you know #rowaelin fanfiction #fluff #all fluff #i PROMISE #frederick was banned from this fic

[larz-barz]

hey milo...

*explodes and turns into mist*

“Uhm..”

#milo asks #uhm #can give it to me? #HAHAHAGA #FDJCJDJFDHFHJDNDND #APPLE BOTTOM JEANS #BOOTS WITH THE FUR #THEFUR #THE WHOLE CLUB WAS LOOKING AT HER #SHE HIT THE FLOOR #NEXT THING YOU KNOW #SHAWTY GOT LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW LOW

[huenation]

i’m trying to bring myself to write but i’m already upset (hormones have me more emotional and high strung than usual) and i can’t even consume any txt content, let alone “produce” any. nothing has changed, but i’ll be turning my notifs off completely (once) again for the time being. i don’t imagine anyone will wonder about me but i felt the need to state this ^_^ i feel very unmotivated to write (despite my ideas) and i’m incredibly restless, picking up my phone for no reason but to upset myself further. (i’m due for my time of the month soon tmi. i’ve been on edge. i just want to talk about how i feel without loathing myself for being vulnerable.) sorry~~~~ i wish i could talk about my ideas but i lack the momentum and maybe even the heart to do it (write and talk). i hope all my friends are doing well and are happy.

let’s meet again when i can actually be useful <3 amor.

#next thing you know #logs back on tomorrow #my dramatic ass won the steering wheel this round

[ex0rin]

turns out my tag #pls just throw me down some stairs is a thing that a Frank Grillo character has actually said??? 🤯 I can't believe it tbh

thanks @sparklingbinjuice for letting me knowwww (I guess I should watch The Purge movies huh? timestamp is like 14min into Election Year)

#frank grillo tag #cara gifs #trash fam coming thru again #pls just throw me down some stairs #(i'm not giving that tag up it's still how i feel) #next thing you know #eve will end up telling me that #break the geneva convention and my spine thanks #is also a thing he's said 😂

[buriedabove]

why are you so smooth. like a doll. where's your hair, man.

[ @blitzkriegers ]                             Fingertip traces along his jawline as though to further accentuate the allegation thrown at him;  the woody scent of his aftershave still there.  Perhaps his hand might’ve slipped with the rest of his body.  What Leon has in his defence is a smug grin,  “  Aerodynamics,  one hell of a thing. You should give it a try someday.  ”

#your right hand comes off? ❯ crack. #blitzkriegers #next thing you know #he's naruto-running through the village #leon vc: where's my hair? on my head i'd hope???

[fragrantpines]

Today I learnt that this fine gentleman who's name in chinese is 三鲜脱骨鱼 has had his name localised in global server already.

What did they localised it as?

Stuffed Carp

Stuffed Carp

(Holds hands) I'm sorry Ah Yu, but I can no longer take you seriously anymore

#next thing you know #they are gonna translate ah yu as crappy #please don't please don't please don't #just leave it as ah yu or smth that makes sense i beg #ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #ah yu I love you but if your global name is really stuffed carp then i'm going to laugh every time i see your name in the story #tale of food #the tale of food #▪︎thoughts #if he doesn't come home then i'm gonna stuff him with something else #;)

[mw-draws]

Top two favorite drawings you've drawn!

fuck, this is a tough one man.

on one hand, I'm like "my drawings are pure shite", but on the other, the ones that really stand out to me Really Stand Out for one reason or another and there's quite a few of them.

this is definitely one of them. I'm absolutely in love with how this turned out.

the second ones a tough choice though, bc j have another f+tm piece that I absolutely adore. the emotion captured in it and the pose, I just love it. I've got loads that I'm proud of, but one of my top two would probably be this one:

my dog :)

#im sorry but that is literally and exactly my dog #hes an expressive dog #and i managed to captured the expression that makes him Him #it might not he perfect #in fact none of my drawings are #but its him and his cute wee face #and how could i not choose that one lmao #also #do you live in my brain bc i reblogged that post and was like #“lol what if someone asked me my top two drawings ive done” #next thing you know #i suppose its not that unlikey since im obvs an art account #although i never post art here lmfao #ask game #my drawings #my art

[swirlsoffilm]

Hey y'all

Take the Sammy as Dimitrescu and Tom as Heisenberg

#...making Sammy into Alcina is dangerous #next thing you know #ppl will ask for Sammy to step on them

[lowkeyclowning]

FUCK. I think I’m falling back into the slasher pothole and there’s nothing I can do about it. I heard a song that made me think of jesse and then one of asa, I’m doomed

#pls 😞 #i’m not that upset but PLS #next thing you know #I’m doing fics again

[laneynoir]

*watches in despair as my childhood songs are turned into YouTube trends*

Im fine.

#soldier poet king #the walerman #next thing you know #they start using the willow maid #im not exactly comlpaining its just weird

[midnight-star-world]

#CountryMusic

Jordan Davis - Bluebird Days

So today on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would like to talk about the latest album from Country Music Singer Jordan Davis. This new album was titled "Bluebird days" and was released on Friday February 17th, 2023. There are 17 tracks on the new album but before we dive into that, let's talk about Jordan's career for a little bit first.

Jordan has scored numbers on the weekly list with songs like "Slow dance in a parking lot", "Singles you up", & "Take it from me". Other hit songs like "Almost maybes", "Cool anymore", & "Detours". But before we dive too far off tracks, let's check out some highlights from the new CD.

Jordan co-wrote 15 out of the 17 tracks also getting help from his twin brother Jacob Davis, Jameson Rodgers, Ryan Hurd & even Josh Thompson. The stand out tracks in my opinion are "No time soon", & a fan favorite track "Part of it". The album already produced some number one songs before coming out with "What my world spins around", "Buy dirt" featuring Luke Bryan & even his newest single "Next thing you know". Other tracks you should check out "Money isn't real", "Sunday saints", & the title track "Bluebird days". Also check out "Short fuse", "Midnight crisis" featuring Danielle Bradbery, & "What I wouldn't do". Let's check out the rest of the track list up next.

Track list.

Damn good time.

Money isn't real.

Tucson too late.

What my world spins around.

Sunday saints.

No time soon.

You've got my number.

Next thing you know.

Fishing spot.

One beer in front of the other.

Bluebird days.

Part of it.

Short fuse.

Whiskey weak.

Midnight crisis (Featuring Danielle Bradbery).

What I wouldn't do.

Buy dirt (Featuring Luke Bryan).

And that's a wrap for the track list. And on the MSR (Midnight Star Review), I would give this album a 5 out of 5 stars. There are a lot of highlights from this new album. So I felt strongly about the new songs from this project. There are a lot of good songs on this album, and I felt like this album deserve a 5 out of 5 stars. Thanks for taking the time to read this review. See ya all next time.

#Ryan Hurd #Josh Thompson #Jameson Rodgers #Jacob Davis #Luke Bryan #Buy Dirt #What I wouldnt do #Danielle Bradbery #Midnight Crisis #Whiskey weak #Short fuse #Part of it #Bluebird days #One beer in front of the one #Fishing spot #Next thing you know #You've got my number #No time soon #Sunday Saints #What my world spins around #Tucson to late #Money isn't real #Damon good time #detours #Cool anymore #Almost maybes #Take it from me #Singles you up #Slow dance in the parking lot #Midnight Star Review