#Braxton Angle

[moviesandmania]

END OF LOYALTY (2023) Review, trailer and release news

‘Loyalty is either earned, bought or lost’ End of Loyalty is a 2023 American action crime thriller film about the son of a gangster family seeking vengeance for his father’s murder. Directed by Hiroshi Kitagari from a screenplay written by Chris Preyor based on Kitagari’s storyline. Produced by Mitsuaki Munegumi, John Pleasant and Paul Tanter. The Aiki Master Productions-Nine10 Productions movie…

[shhh-shooting-stars]

I love how there’s a maximum of 10-15 people in the Itgo fandom and we have collectively made enough headcannons to create another book, and there’s about 40 fanfics on Ao3 under the Itgo tag. I’m suprised the fandoms still alive but I’m living for it

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the bosses daughter part two

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of past hookups, semi public sex, almost caught, golfer!rafe

part one / part two

“who are you looking at?” your dad questions, pressing his face to the window, but there's too many people mulling around to realize who your eyes are on.

“jesus.” you groan and pull the curtains shut. “no one! i was just looking outside at the storm coming in.”

“i don't believe you!” your dad calls as you stomp away. it's telling enough how often you've been at the club, and it's only a matter of time for him to realize that your drop ins are lining up with a certain instructors schedule.

you pull out your phone as you take a seat on the couch, navigating to rafes number. you exchanged it after your third hookup and have been texting nonstop since.

you quickly type out a message, knowing rafe will read it once he's done with his lesson.

supposed to storm soon. dad will notice if any carts are still out. meet you in the storage closet?

you wait for your dad to leave, probably heading back to his office or to scold some employee before you head towards the storage closet, knowing rafe is aware of the one you're talking about.

you sit down at the bench in the hallway, waiting until you hear the familiar footsteps of rafe walking down the hall.

“hi.” you stand up with a smile, pressing a kiss to his lips despite not being fully concealed, not too worried about the risk in the isolated area of the country club.

“hey gorgeous.” rafe opens the door and pulls you inside, listening to the chorus of your giggles.

“how was your lesson?” you ask as you both undress, ashamed that this will have to be another quickie, but knowing you need each other's bodies too bad to wait a moment longer.

“good.” rafe hums. “braxtons almost got his swing down.”

“aw, good for him.”

the moment all of your clothes are piled on the floor, the conversation stops abruptly as your lips meet each other's, kissing passionately.

“come here baby.” rafe presses your back to the door, hands cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, getting so easily lost in your lips.

“come on.” you giggle, pulling away after a couple minutes of kissing. “we can't take too long. dad almost caught me watching you.”

“mmm, you just can't get enough can you?” rafe laughs, hands reaching under your thighs to pull you up. your legs lock around his hips, feeling his cock already hard and pressing against your stomach.

rafes lips are on yours again to swallow your moans as he angles his hips then pushes inside of you, cock feeling just right now that it's at home in your pussy.

“quiet.” rafe reminds you as he pulls away. sure, the likelihood of anyone walking down the hallway is incredibly rare, but he doesn't want to risk not being able to fuck you anymore.

rafe waits for you to nod before beginning to pump his hips forward, the only sounds being what escapes through your clenched lips and the sound of skin slapping together.

“so good and tight for me baby.” rafe whispers, burying his head in your neck. his lips quickly find the spot that he knows drives you wild, sucking a spot that will be hidden from view underneath your shirt collar, adding to his previous collection of hickeys left from past encounters.

“fff… faster.” you manage to say in a soft voice. 

rafe responds instantly, increasing his pace as you begin to bring your hips up and down, bouncing the best you can while still being hoisted in the air.

“that's it, baby.” rafe praises your effort. 

“god, your cock is just-” you gasp at a particularly hard thrust. “so perfect.”

“wait.” rafe pauses suddenly with his cock buried as deep inside of you as he can get it.

he presses his ear to the wood of the door, waiting and listening as footsteps make their way down the hallway. “shit.” rafe whispers.

“keep moving.” you whine in rafes ear. “please.”

“baby, shh.” rafe places a hand over your mouth, but you're not satisfied, hips pushing forward and back to force rafes cock to continue moving, needing to cum.

“you're gonna get us caught, dirty girl.” rafe whispers harshly in your ear, but he begins to help you bounce on his cock.

rafe listens carefully as the footsteps pass by the storage room and make their way out the rarely used back door.

“they're gone.” rafe says, slamming you hard against the door, hips pounding punishingly hard inside of you, cock swelling inside of you, a tell tale sign of his high approaching.

“harder.” you squeal. rafe isn't sure he can push himself any more, but he is willing to try for you, glad when your back arches forward, chest pressing into his as you cum with a not so quiet moan.

the pulsating squeezing of your cunt around his cock has rafe cumming hard, letting out low groans himself as he finishes off with a few pumps, riding out your orgasms together.

“fuck, you almost got us caught.” rafe laughs, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as he eases you off his cock carefully, hands staying on your hips until your feet are firmly on the floor.

“just can't resist you.” you giggle, grabbing your clothes and starting to get redressed. “i do hate all this sneaking around though.”

“you know…” rafe says, tugging his shirt over his head. “i say fuck it. let's just ask your dad if we can date. as much as i love fucking you after every shift, id like to also take you out and not just settle for texting you.”

“i guess it doesn't hurt to ask.” you shrug.

--

“dad…” you step into his office, rafe close behind you. “we wanted to talk to you about something.”

your dad stands up from behind his desk, his height imposing as his face twists to a sour one.

“and what would that be?” he looks past you at rafe.

“sir, i wanted to ask your permission to take your daughter out on a date. i will have her home by 10 pm.”

your dad's eyebrows raise up before he quickly wipes the surprised look off his face.

“fine.” he grunts out, eyes flickering between the two of you as you smile widely. “only because you're doing this the right way by asking me first.”

you attempt to disguise your laugh with a cough.

[jadelynlace]

Full-Term⎮Ink Drinker Blurb⎮Modern Vikings AU [Ivar x F!Reader]

Read more Ink Drinker here.

Author's Note: I teased about it, and you guys begged for it (pun intended). Now, I have never been pregnant, and for any of my followers who have, I apologize if this is no where near close to the actual experience of pregnancy. But I did try my best.

Content Warnings: Pregnancy sex (full term), mentions of birth and Ink Ivar (who is really in need of a warning all on his own).

Word Count: Just shy of 2000 words.

You were ready for it to be over. The past 38 weeks had been full of surprises, watching your body change, watching Ivar fall in love with you all over again. How he could not get enough of the way you are growing a human inside of you. From the photos, to painting your bump, to finding out that you’re about to bore the first Lothbrok girl in over five generations. Ivar was through the moon. But you, oh, you were ready for it to be over.

The thought of birth is exhilarating, it is terrifying. You’ve seen it in the field; in its glory, in its horror. You hadn’t yet made up your mind as to whether you wanted the intimate home birth, or the hospital birth. You stacked up the complications you could have, often leaving you awake at night, or slithering into your dreams. Too many times you’ve envisioned waking up in your own pool of blood or worse: leaving Ivar alone as a single parent to a newborn.

Walking hardly helps, walking at an angle hardly helps. You roll on the exercise ball, as Ivar sneaks glances at how you move your hips, wishing it was him below you. Helga has offered you tea, blends that she claims helped her deliver both Phoenix and Apollo rather quickly. Hvitserk makes a game at trying to jump out from around the corners at the station, hoping it’ll scare you into labor. But he’s only ever been met with the sight of your middle finger. 

Desk duty at the station is tedious enough, but you could easily do without the input of the men you work with. It was hard to believe some of them were medics, even harder to believe that they were fathers themselves. 

“We could have sex,” Ivar says to you suddenly. Eyes glued to his sketchbook as you adjust, and readjust, how you’re sitting on the couch.

“What?” You say, not quite sure you heard him correctly. His subtly could rival that of a sledgehammer.

“To induce labor. I read that sometimes the best way to get the baby out, is to do the same thing that got it in there,” 

The last 38 weeks had taken their toll on Ivar too. You can see the difference in his face, mentally preparing himself for the journey that is coming. The faintest hint of dark circles from staying up with you; in your pain, your sickness, your cravings. Walking on eggshells at times because of the swing in your emotions, and how you would just sometimes cry. Over him, for just existing, and how much you love him. Or, how he once closed the oven door too hard and you feared the oven must hurt. 

Ivar was more ready for this than he had ever been ready for anything in his entire life. And the final stretch of days felt like years, but Gods, watching you grow a human is the best experience of his life.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife, to induce labor?” You ask.

“Baby, I really want to have sex with my pregnant wife even if it doesn’t induce labor,” Ivar answers as if it’s so completely obvious.

“Your pull out game is what go me into this mess,” You tease.

“As if you didn’t beg for me to come inside—”

“Ivar,” You cut him off. “Everything hurts right now. And I have to pee again. But I can still manage to stand up and smack you,” And Ivar just offers you his tell tale smile, a grin that stretches from ear to ear, and you calm down. 

*

You take each step one at a time, planting two feet parallel before continuing, and you swear the Braxton Hicks contractions are purposely worse on the stairs. Ivar whines from the bed, wondering where you are and you feel tears in your eyes because you simply can’t walk up the stairs any quicker. Finally though, you’re in the door way and Ivar is in his boxers, constructing the best pillow mound you’ve seen to date. 

“I figured this might help,” He tells you, arm out stretched to you. As you get closer, he’s there to fix your hair, standing in front of him as he braids it to keep it out of your face, but to ensure you’re not going to wake up from a headache. There’s a kiss to your shoulder next, as he says “There,” ever so softly.

“Can you help me take off my dress,” You say to him.

“Too hot?” But you don’t answer. Ivar’s hands move slowly, rolling the hem of your nightgown towards your waist and slipping it up over your arms, all while paying careful attention to your braid. Once it’s discarded, you stay where you are, and Ivar’s hands splay across your bump like hot coals, before they gingerly lift it, relieving the pressure. You only moan.

“Just a few more days, baby,” Ivar tells you softly. Slowly his hands move again, covering your chest, the pressure in them as they grow fuller, and fuller. 

“Can I take you up on your offer?” You peep.

“I offer you lots of things, every day,” Ivar hums.

“You know exactly which one I am inquiring about, Ivar,” You deadpan. Ivar’s lips land softly on your shoulder again, humming in agreement as his hands continue to roam. Across your bump, to your chest, your lower back and you’re beginning to melt before him.

You move, and Ivar just watches you, setting his glasses on the night stand while you lie down. He’s behind you in an instant but you haven’t found comfort yet.

“No, not like this, it hurts,” You hiss and Ivar stops.

“Hold on,” He says, helping you move, “Try this,” And he moves the pillows again, letting you rest over them.

“Oh, that’s better,” You sigh, melting into the fabric. “So much better,” You hum, nuzzling your face.

“Just relax,” Ivar hums, kissing between your shoulder blades.

“You really want to have sex with your pregnant wife to induce labor?” You mumble again while you feel Ivar’s hands on the small of your back. “Oh, that feels so nice,” You then sigh when he applies pressure where you ache. “Are you even going to be able to get it up?”

Ivar leans over you then, length pressing against you and you giggle.

“Did you even doubt that?” He whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss to your temple.

“No, not really,” You reply, his hands tracing you. “I haven’t shaved since I could see my feet,” You mumble. “Are you sure you really—”

“Do I need to gag you? Is that how this is going to be?” Ivar asks, shifting his weight behind you as his boxers are tossed somewhere behind him. “Can you try to relax for like, twenty minutes?”

“You’re going to last twenty minutes?” You quip, simply because you cannot help yourself. Ivar’s hands are at your cheeks just as the comment leaves your mouth, but instead of the quick smack you anticipate, he grabs handfuls, fondling the skin.

“We both know who’s not going to last,” Ivar hums, tracing your slit. “But when you want me to stop, you tell me, alright?”

“I know Ivar, I know,” You hum.

Ivar’s warmth covers your back, body over yours and you can’t help but shiver in anticipation for his cock to spread your walls. He rests his head against yours for a brief moment, palms tracing your stomach and you can picture the smile on his face. He leaves you for a moment to nudge your legs to spread, and out of pure instinct they fall open.

Grabbing himself, Ivar taps the head of his cock against you, just to tease you before he pushes his length into you slowly, inch by inch as your wall spread with a delicious pleasure. Feeling every vein and trace of skin before he bottoms out, and rests against you.

“Oh my god,” You moan, thighs already trembling as his hands waste no time to cover yours as they bunch the sheets. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp.

“I know,” Ivar hums back. “Better?”

“You have no idea, Ivar,” You moan into the pillow. “Gods, you have no idea,”

Ivar stays still, letting you feel the weight over you, the pleasure between the two of you, his cock throbbing inside of you. He only moans from where he is, his lips pressed against the curve of your neck before he finally rocks his hips. Careful to let the weight fall to his legs, you’re nearly dripping as his cock slides, pushing back into you and the intensity makes you shake. You whine as Ivar’s hands squeeze yours, harder.

Pulling back, you feel his hands press into your back, his cock staying still and your mind is left to remember all of the times he would have taken a fistful of your hair into his grasp. Or how his hand print would redden across your backside. But this time, he’s taking his time, taking more care than he ever has to make sure you’re both going to remember this. He doing exactly what he said: he’s getting your child out the same way he put them in there. With love.

You don’t have the words to tell him to go faster, to fuck you harder. The sensitivity makes the pleasure that much more intense, and you’re on the grasp of your first release as his hips moves lazily. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” You gasp, causing Ivar to only hum in response as he moves. Nudging your head with his, his lips catch yours for a brief moment, pressing his forehead against you.

“You always feel so good,” He rasps, his cock slowly moving through your folds. 

You relax further into the pillows, your thighs shaking as he brushes your sweet spot. 

“Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” Ivar hums, and you only nod. “Good,” He teases. 

His thrusts grow deeper, pressing against you harder but still mindful of your body. Your orgasm grabs you suddenly, tired body shaking under him, fingers interlocked over yours. Humming from above you, you press against Ivar further, helping him over his edge as his muscles tense, cock releasing inside of you as he moans deeply from his chest. 

The room is still, his breathing over yours as Ivar nuzzles against you, eyes closed as he holds you. His cock finally flags as he moves back, pressing his hands against your back before he helps you move. 

“There you are,” Ivar teases, helping you stand on shaky legs and you only look up at the man who falls more in love with you every second.

“Can you help me get my nightgown back on?” You ask softly and Ivar chuckles. He moves then, and you stop him. “Wait, let me just hug you first,” You finally peep, wrapping your arms around his neck, inching as close to him as your bump will allow and Ivar only wraps back around you. 

“You know, it could take several attempts for this to work,” Ivar quips. 

“Oh, honey, I know,”

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[ultram0th]

Hope these help inspire you?! What would you do to these three hotties?

The stud in the purple board shorts does give me a devious idea... 😈

-- -- --

Braxton relaxed by the pool at the expensive resort, soaking up the hot sunbeams. The stud had thousands of followers on his social media accounts, and had gotten an invite to the mysterious resort out of the blue. He'd figured that the resort was trying to get some more patronage and had sought the sexy stud's influencer status.

The stud rubbed some of the resort's brand sunblock onto his skin, letting his chiseled muscles absorb the creamy concoction. The residual film from the lotion left his muscles glistening underneath the noon sun.

Braxton relaxed back in his lounge chair, feeling as if his body was tingling from the sunblock. He ignored it, figuring that it was nothing.

He folded his muscled arms behind his head, enjoying the way the action made his pecs pop and look bigger. Already, just from lying out in the sun, he noticed that there was a little more tan to his skin, which made the contours of his muscles all the more noticeable.

Braxton relaxed and let the time pass, the tingling sensation on his muscles growing stronger by the second until it finally dissipated.

"Hey! What are you doing just lying around?" a voice barked out at Braxton.

The confused stud opened his eyes and looked over at the resort employee who crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the stud expectantly.

"Huh?" Braxton wondered aloud, flinching when he heard the deeper quality of his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What are you talking about?" Still, his voice had an unknown baritone quality to it.

"We didn't hire you to lounge around, Poolboy!" the employee huffed. "Now get up! The guests are getting restless."

Braxton was confused as to what the other guy was talking about, yet, he felt himself get off the lounge chair and stand up. However, the moment he was on his feet, everything felt wrong.

Arms collided with lats, and his chest felt incredibly heavy. His thighs felt as if they pushed against each other, and Braxton had to adjust his stance a little wider. The hunk looked downward and gasped loudly.

He was huge!

The first thing the hunk saw was a shelf of a chest, his pecs practically ballooning off his chest. They were insanely round and incredibly tan, looking as if he lived to work out and went around shirtless all the time. Below his massive pecs was a cobblestone of abs, followed by a thick snake-like cock that pressed against his tight board shorts. His arms had thickened up significantly, hanging at his sides at a ninety degree angle. Braxton looked like a total bodybuilder, insanely musclebound and tan.

"Wh-what happened?" he stammered in his deep voice, struggling to poke at his massive muscles, but his biceps and pecs kept pushing against each other, severely limiting his range of motion.

The employee rolled his eyes. "Poolboy," he muttered, "hurry up and clean the pool. And make sure to flex a little bit."

Braxton wanted to argue, to point out that he wasn't supposed to look like he did. However, the tan bodybuilder waddled over towards one of the sheds and pulled out a skimmer, before moving back towards the pool.

Despite himself, Braxton felt himself start to clean the pool, a wide smile forming on his face. The other resort patrons looked his way, and once they made eye contact, the stud couldn't help but flex his massive muscles, showing off his new musculature for every other guy there.

Braxton found himself unable to stop working around the pool, showing off his massive muscles for every other guest around. To his horror, he found himself enjoying it, his cock rock hard as he showed off, acting like the slutty poolboy he now was.

[tanjavda]

Connecting Alcoa

This is one of the things I really think too much about; how will my main hood connect to its downtown and subhoods.

Now that downtown is unlocked and added to Alcoa (round 9), I've started thinking about the other subhoods I want to add to Alcoa.

Alcoa and Braxton (downtown) both have a train station, and that's their main connection, especially now. Sims can travel by car, once unlocked but, train will be the main way of transport. Braxton University will be located in Braxton (the green lot is reserved for dorm).

The first subhood to unlock will be Linfort, with the Linfort Military Base. It will unlock the military career, and will be located the closest to the Alcoa. The second subhood to unlock will be Sedwell, with Sedwell College. Sedwell and Sedwell College I imagine to be a more artistic comunity, and will be closer to Braxton.

Neither Linfort or Sedwell will have a train station, instead the main way of transport will be the bus (and the car of course).

The streets where I put the arrows in the pictures will be the main street connection all the hoods - Main Street (very creative I know).

Just a heads up, to show of the connections, I had to take the pictures from another angle than I usually take them.

Notes: I play on small terrains, so adding more hoods seems logical in my head and I don't want to overcrowd the hoods either. There's still room to add, which I like.

I like to overthink these kind of things, I did this for my uberhood as well :)

[ohtinylove]

I was tagged by @allisonponthier to post 5 songs i’ve been into lately thank u 🕺⭐️🎸💛! I picked 6 though bc I’m indecisive 

Adjust The Angle by San Lorenz (This whole album is on repeat and no one else knows about this band hello!!!!) 

Slate by Denai Moore 

Dance Like It’s Your Life by Thumpasaurus 

Jennifer by Everything Everything 

Boogie Wonderland by Earth Wind and Fire

Un-Break My Heart (Frankie Knuckles remix) by Toni Braxton

I tag @hjarta @fieldtomatoes @uglyseason @pinknoisemp3 and @prisonhannibal​ !!!

[wrestlingisfake]

AEW Fake Rankings, 6/17/2023

Let's take one last look at the lay of the land in AEW before the new Collision show shakes everything up.

Men's singles division - babyfaces

Kenny Omega (IWGP United States champion)

Adam Cole

Orange Cassidy (AEW international champion)

Wardlow (AEW TNT champion)

Ricky Starks

El Hijo del Vikingo* (AAA mega champion)

Roderick Strong

Mark Briscoe

Bandido

Komander

Men's singles division - heels

MJF (AEW men's world champion)

Bryan Danielson

Chris Jericho

Konosuke Takeshita

Sammy Guevara

Christian Cage

Daniel Garcia

Swerve Strickland

Powerhouse Hobbs

Kyle Fletcher

Unranked: Action Andretti, Ethan Page, Jake Hager

Jobbers: Caleb Crush*, Damon Ace*, Exodus Prime*, Frescomatic*, Jeaux Braxton*, Watson*

*Not listed on AEW's official roster

Aside from interpromotional matches being set up for Forbidden Door, the biggest storyline right now is the Elite (Kenny Omega, Matt and Nick Jackson, and Adam Page) versus the Blackpool Combat Club (Bryan Danielson, Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, and Wheeler Yuta). Konosuke Takeshita and Eddie Kingston are clearly going to be involved in that somehow, and the big dream scenario is for Omega to get backup from his old friend Kota Ibushi. There's no telling when this saga is going to end; the feud could easily run through the end of 2023. Anyone hoping that the returning CM Punk will do an angle with the Elite is going to wait for this to run its course first.

Other key programs brewing right now are: MJF vs. Adam Cole, Chris Jericho vs. Sammy Guevara, Wardlow vs. Luchasaurus, Orange Cassidy vs. Daniel Garcia. I'm not sure if Ricky Starks will continue feuding with Bullet Club Gold (Jay White and Juice Robinson), but for his sake I think he needs to get a little payback before they move on.

Collision promises to bring back a slew of absent talent, which should push a lot of these guys out of the (fake) rankings. That's probably not good news for guys like Roderick Strong or Swerve Strickland, who are just kinda there right now. Christian Cage's run as a top singles contender has run its course so if anyone's going to take a step down, it should be him. Briscoe, Bandido, Vikingo, and Komander are already more prominent on Ring of Honor than AEW as it stands, so pushing them further out of the AEW spotlight wouldn't hurt them at all.

Men's tag team division - babyfaces

FTR - Dax Harwood & Cash Wheeler (AEW tag team champions)

Darby Allin & Sting

Lucha Bros. - Rey Fenix & Penta El Zero Miedo (ROH tag team champions)

The Hardys - Matt Hardy & Jeff Hardy

JungleHOOK - Jack Perry & HOOK (FTW champion)

Dustin Rhodes & Keith Lee

Men's tag team division - heels

Bullet Club Gold - Jay White & Juice Robinson

The Gunns - Austin Gunn & Colten Gunn

Jay Lethal & Jeff Jarrett

Big Bill & Lee Moriarty

The babyface side is stacked and the heel side is a awfully weak. Bullet Club Gold is mainly a tag team because there's just two of them; once they expand I'm sure White and Robinson will go back to singles pursuits. I like the Gunns but they haven't earned the confidence of the fans as credible threats. Lethal and Jarrett have "they don't deserve to be booked this strong" heat, and they've come up empty on a zillion tag title shots. Bill and Moriarty have a cool dynamic as a team, but I think they're more likely to turn face than be pushed as top heel contenders.

I'll go ahead and predict it now--they randomly reunited the one-off Perry/HOOK team because Perry is totally going to turn on HOOK. Meanwhile, the Hardys have forced Ethan Page to be their butler or whatever, which will probably lead to more wacky undercard trios matches (like when Matt Hardy and Isiah Kassidy were Ethan's butlers). So overall there's no sense of direction in the division--no clear sense of who is going to step up and make a run for the tag title.

Men's trios division - babyfaces

Nick Jackson & Matt Jackson & Adam Page

Max Caster & Anthony Bowens & Billy Gunn

Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta & Rocky Romero*

AR Fox & Blake Christian* & Metalik*

Men's trios division - heels

Jon Moxley & Claudio Castagnoli (ROH men's world champion) & Wheeler Yuta

Malakai Black & Brody King & Buddy Matthews (AEW trios champions)

Brian Cage & Bishop Kaun & Toa Liona (ROH trios champions)

Rush & Preston Vance & Dralistico*

Kip Sabian & The Butcher & The Blade

Varsity Athletes - Ari Daivari & Tony Nese & Josh Woods

Spanish Announce Project - Serpentico & Angelico & Luther

*Not listed on AEW's official roster

The trios division has the opposite problem, with plenty of heel acts and not enough face teams. I think the Acclaimed and Billy Gunn will keep chasing the House of Black for the belts. But I'm not convinced the other babyface trios will stick together--any of them might see two guys shift to standard tag team wrestling. Luckily AEW/ROH has enough talent to quickly repackage any three guys into a new trio. I mean, not enough to justify having two sets of trios belts. But it's still perhaps the strongest trios division I've ever seen in pro wrestling.

Women's singles division - babyfaces

Britt Baker

Kris Statlander (AEW TBS champion)

Willow Nightingale (NJPW STRONG women's champion)

Hikaru Shida

Skye Blue

Taya Valkyrie

Mercedes Martinez

Trish Adora*

Women's singles division - heels

Toni Storm (AEW women's world champion)

Jade Cargill

Saraya

Ruby Soho

Nyla Rose

Anna Jay

Marina Shafir

Emi Sakura

Lady Frost*

Jobbers: Danni Bee*, Genesis*

*Not listed on AEW's official roster

The feud between the Outcasts (Saraya, Storm, and Soho) against Britt Baker, Jamie Hayter, and various other faces has helped to get a lot more women on TV in the past couple of months. Statlander's shock win over Cargill is a shot in the arm too. (I hope Cargill pivots to new business soon; having Statlander feud with Valkyrie while Jade clobbers somebody else would further deepen the division.) Willow's unexpected STRONG title win is a surprise bonus; now they kinda have to push her whether they meant to or not.

New Japan Pro Wrestling personnel: Jeff Cobb, Katsuyori Shibata (ROH pure champion), Will Ospreay, Zack Sabre Jr. (NJPW World television champion)

Most of these guys are just dropping in for the build to Forbidden Door. Shibata is the head coach for New Japan's LA Dojo, though, so he's more of a semi-regular; he's sure to defend his belt at the next ROH pay-per-view in July. I get a strong feeling Nigel McGuinness will come out of retirement to chase Shibata all the way to Wembley Stadium in August, but time will tell.

No televised AEW matches in over 30 days: Alex Reynolds, Athena (ROH women's world champion), Christopher Daniels, Darius Martin, Diamante, Evil Uno, Griff Garrison, John Silver, Kiera Hogan, Matt Sydal, Nick Comoroto, Peter Avalon, Samoa Joe (ROH television champion), Shawn Dean, Sonny Kiss, Stu Grayson, Zack Clayton

Everyone here has been primarily wrestling for the ROH brand ever since Honor Club relaunched and Dark and Elevation ended. Joe is slated to be a key player on Collision, and I'm certain Athena will return to AEW television one of these days. As for the rest, it'll probably do them some good to be treated like big fish in a small pond for a while.

No televised AEW or ROH matches in over 30 days: Aaron Solo, Abadon, Andrade El Idolo, Angelo Parker, Anthony Ogogo, Brandon Cutler, Brian Pillman Jr., Brock Anderson, CM Punk, Colt Cabana, Eddie Kingston, Fuego del Sol, Harley Cameron, Julia Hart, Lance Archer, Lee Johnson, Leyla Hirsch, Luchasaurus, Madison Rayne, Matt Menard, Michael Nakazawa, Miro, Ortiz, PAC, Penelope Ford, QT Marshall, Rebel, Red Velvet, Riho, Satnam Singh, Scorpio Sky, Serena Deeb, Shawn Spears, Sonjay Dutt, Yuka Sakazaki

To the best of my knowledge, all of these performers are medically cleared and just waiting to be booked in matches. We already know a number of these names are set to return on Collision--notably Punk, Miro, Andrade, and Scorpio. It wouldn't surprise me at all if PAC, Archer, Ortiz, and Hirsch were included in that group, but there's no way to know. As for the rest, it'll be interesting to come back in a few months and see which of them are still on the bench.

Inactive

Danhausen (right shoulder - pectoralis tear)

Dante Martin (left leg - unspecified injury)

Isiah Kassidy (neck - unspecified injury)

Jamie Hayter (right shoulder - unspecified injury)

Kyle O'Reilly (neck - herniated disc)

Mark Davis (knee - meniscus tear)

Marq Quen (unspecified injury)

Parker Bordreaux (unspecified injury)

Santana (left knee - ACL tear)

Tay Melo (pregnancy)

The Bunny (head - unspecified injury)

Thunder Rosa (back - unspecified injury)

Trench (unspecified injury)

It's increasingly difficult to find injury updates on major league pro wrestlers unless they tweet about getting surgery. In many of these cases the performer could just be out for a few weeks or they might need a year to recover...or the injury could be a work while they simply take time off. Rosa could be back in the ring tonight on Collision or she could still be facing months of physical therapy. Santana has been posting videos hyping his return, but that doesn't mean it's going to happen soon. As usual, we'll just have to wait and see.

[noblehcart]

HC Dump: single mom au (liesel)

the week leading up to Nov 29th (the birth of nina) liesel is definitely in a state of bumbling anxiety. the braxton-hicks contractions keep worrying her for days on end and she harasses any and all medical friends about it.

she is SO paranoid about her water suddenly breaking out in public and it takes a lot of mental willing herself to relax about it. she's not the first or the last woman to give birth.

at this point liesel is, hardly if barely, sleeping. she can't lay down comfortably, struggles to sit up and sometimes can't breathe at certain angles. her uncle sasha apologizes saying that the ivanov women before her were very petite women and that her grandmother struggled just the same with the pregnancy of her late father.

she has practiced packing her hospital bag....far too many times. and when the ACTUAL time came she forgot the bag and asks her brother stefan to go and pick it up.

she clings to what she learns in classes and books about labor but 3/4ths through as she's beyond exhausted, in pain and seeing the nurses/doctors concerned looks does she begin to wig out a lot bit especially since she went into labor a week and a half early. there is a whole moment where she bursts into tears till someone consoles her.

her labor takes a total of 30 hours from the water breaking to the cutting of the cord. and it is definitely back-labor (like her mother had with her), but luckily she does opt for the epidural so its not so horrific however though epidurals don't always help as much as they're supposed to with back labor. especially since liesel has a raging headache throughout the entire process with erratic blood pressure spikes as well.

however when that first pealing cry echoes the room does the relief sweep in. blood pressure drops, headache begins to soothe as exhaustion and delirious delight follows. her mother claims nina's cry was musical, but liesel if pressed would disagree- though she'd claim right along with anyone in the room that the little girl in her arms was absolutely perfect.

[onlinery]

Wwe wrestlemania 22 edge vs mick foley full match

WWE Thu, Ap1:35pm URL: Embed: Mark Henry attempts to end The Streak as he takes on The Undertaker in a Casket Match at WrestleMania 22: Courtesy of Peacock and WWE Network. Mark Henry - Casket Match: WrestleMania 22 by The Reporter. The event was a joint-promotion pay-per-view (PPV) featuring performers from the Raw and SmackDown! brand divisions. It took place on April 2, 2006, at the Allstate Arena in the Chicago suburb of Rosemont, Illinois.

WrestleMania 22 was the 22nd annual WrestleMania professional wrestling pay-per-view (PPV) event produced by World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE). Viral video of wrestler breaking his hip from dive off ladder Adam Cole comments on NXT being labeled as a developmental brand. Money in the Bank Ladder Match: WrestleMania 22 (Full Match) 01:54 WrestleMania 37 Night results: Bianca Belair proves herself The B-E-S-T of WWE at the first night of WrestleMania From WWE: Money in the Bank Ladder Match - Ric Flair, Bobby Lashley, RVD, Shelton Benjamin, Finlay and Matt Hardy battle it out at WrestleMania 22. Bobby Lashley, Nature Boy Ric Flair, Rob Van Dam and more compete in the second-ever Money in the Bank Ladder Match! Courtesy of Peacock TV and WWE Network Kurt Angle defends the World Heavyweight Championship against Rey Mysterio and Randy Orton in a Triple Threat Match WWE Full Match: Money in the Bank Ladder Match - WrestleMania 22. The Grandest Stage of Them All came back to the former Rosemont Horizon outside Chicago for WrestleMania 22, which featured John Cena defends the WWE Championship against Triple H. With John Cena, Paul Levesque, Kurt Angle, Rey Mysterio. Mark Henry - Casket Match: WrestleMania 22. Charlotte - NXT Women's Title Match: NXT, Ma(Full Match) 14:19.

Kenny Williams boasts after knocking off Amir Jordan: WWE Network Exclusive, April 15, 2021. It's not going to be WWE every week, hell it won't be a match that was even on TV, but with it being WrestleMania this weekend, it only felt right My goal each week is to give you all either an incredibly underrated, forgotten or unknown match. Took a lot to figure that one out based on the title.

New reoccurring blog here on The Goonery, and it's going to be a full wrestling match every Friday.

Edge VS Mick Foley-Wrestlemania 22-FALLS COUNTS ANYWHERE MATCH. Wwe Edge Spears Mick Foley - WrestleMania 22.

Edge With Lita VS Mick Foley (Wrestlemania 22) (2 April 2006) (Hardcore Match) WWEMatches.

Unlike earlier Casket Matches, The Undertaker did not completely destroy or intimidate his larger opponent. The Deadman clash with Mark Henry at WrestleMania 22 in a Casket Match. Wrestlemania 33 Championship Match Changed! Mick Foley Fired! | WWE Raw, Mar. Edge on SmackDown Match Set at WWE WrestleMania 37.

and Matt Hardy compete in the second-ever Money in the Bank Ladder Match.

FULL MATCH - Money in the Bank Ladder Match: WrestleMania 2 The fireworks fly between Zelina Vega and Kayla Braxton: Talking Smack, July 3, 2021. Randy Orton: WWE Vengeance 2006 (Full Match) 3:43. Sami Zayn: WWE Money in the Bank 201 13:48. Seth Rollins - Money in the Bank Qualifying Match: SmackDown, JBad Bunny performs Booker T at Royal Rumble: Royal Rumble 2021 (WWE Network Exclusive) 5-Way TakeOver: In Your House Face-Off: WWE NXT, JFULL MATCH - Money in the Bank Ladder Match: WrestleMania 22 FULL MATCH - Bobby Lashley vs. The Undertaker & Kurt Angle: SmackDown, J(Full Match) Cesaro vs. Mark Henry - Casket Match: WrestleMania 22 (Full Match) Mark Henry attempts to end The Streak as he takes on The Undertaker in a Casket Match at WrestleMania 22: Courtesy of Peacock and WWE Network. Bobby Lashley, Nature Boy Ric Flair, Rob Van Dam, Finlay, Shelton Benjamin and Matt Hardy compete in the second-ever Money in the Bank Ladder Match: Courte.

[lisentrailer]

Unsolved Mysteries Official Trailer (2020) , Crime Movies Series

[fandom-hoarder]

Sam going into labor in the impala or something and Dean having to deliver it

[Warnings: mpreg, semi-graphic birth, unspecified genitalia, conveniently fast first-time labor, totally made up geography, unknown word count - it's long]

Sam knew, of course, that he wasn't going to have the perfect birth-- just like he hadn't had the perfect pregnancy. He'd gotten checkups at free clinics when he could; took his prenatal vitamins; ate as healthy as he could under the circumstances; exercised; even tried learning some breathing techniques with Dean from a video they found on YouTube.

Luckily he'd had no major health issues, especially since Dean delegated him to research only, and he knew that was the most important part. Still, Sam had insisted on keeping his appointments at the same clinic for the last month of the pregnancy, so they'd been staying in Rufus's cabin and going to the little clinic in town. The county hospital was less than an hour away, which wasn't too bad.

So yeah, Sam knew he wasn't going to get the water birth in a special tub with a doula and music and low lighting and Dean in the water to help baby swim, but he had thought he'd at least get to deliver in a hospital.

When his water bursts in the middle of goddamn nowhere (on their way back from a hunter's wake Sam insisted on going to at 38 weeks along), he has a moment of clarity-- between Dean bitching that 'this is exactly why I wanted you to sit on the towel, Sam' and Dean realizing what amniotic fluid all over his upholstery means-- when Sam wonders to himself why this wasn't exactly what he'd expected to happen.

"Okay. Okay," Dean says, taking a fortifying breath and flexing his hands on the steering wheel as he pulls the car over to the shoulder.

He grabs the towel Sam tossed off his seat with a bitchface hours earlier, hands it to Sam without another word, and leaps out of the car to pull a heap of towels and blankets from the trunk. Sam can't even see Dean's face until he opens the back door and sets the pile down on the seat.

"Dean, what the fuck," Sam says, stuffing his swollen feet back into his untied boots, unfolding himself from the car, and groaning as the gross, wet feeling worsens with the movement.

Dean tsks at him when Sam starts sopping up the seat himself, so he shifts out of the way for his brother. But Dean barely swipes at it before tossing the used towel onto the damp floor mat, laying a fresh towel on the seat, and turning back to Sam.

"What the fuck yourself, Sammy. You're in labor? Are you having contractions?!"

Sam shrugs uncomfortably. "Braxton-hick's..." he trails off, breathing through another vise-like grip on his belly. It hardly feels like anything, really. He's had worse--a lot worse, and he's not going to think about that right now.

Now that he's standing up, Sam can tell the baby is a lot lower than she was when this started this morning. Or maybe it was last night in bed-- he'd thought it was just the sex bringing on a couple Braxton-hick's contractions before he went to sleep...

Dean lifts up his shirt suddenly, and they both watch Sam's belly tightening. It starts to release and Sam takes in a deep breath, looking into his brother's wide, pleading eyes. Sam nods, and Dean's hands are instantly on his belly. They're still there a minute later when Sam pulls in a sharp breath and another contraction hits.

Dean frowns, hands rubbing over the tight mound of Sam's tummy as Sam groans low. His back and stomach are so warm and he feels tender between his legs. Realization comes into Dean's eyes, and suddenly he's urging Sam to sit back down and reaching for his phone.

"Those are not Braxton-hick's."

Sam squats on the edge of the covered seat, belly relaxing again between his spread knees as he leans out the door and watches Dean pace. His brother holds his phone up at different angles, screen lighting up his face in the creeping dusk as he tries to catch a signal.

Another contraction hits like a wave, and Sam gasps, "Dean!" He curls over his belly, arms around it protectively, and Dean is by his side in a second.

"Sammy, it's okay, I gotcha," Dean soothes, coaxing Sam to lean his head into his brother's stomach so Dean can rub down his back.

"I need a hospital. Now." Sam's voice is so full of conviction he almost believes it's possible.

"The next city with a hospital is over an hour away and there's mountains cutting off the signal the whole way. I can't risk driving with you like this, baby. I think you're in active labor."

Sam nods into Dean's stomach, reaching up to fist his hands tightly into Dean's shirt layers. When the contraction is over, Dean pulls away slowly, hands bracing Sam's shoulders to look at him. Sam silently pleads for Dean to somehow make everything okay--make it all better--and the look Dean meets him with says he will.

Dean cradles his face briefly and pulls away, and Sam watches distractedly as Dean moves the towels and lays the tarp over the backseat, followed by a large blanket to cover the tarp. Dean looks around at the still-empty road and reaches for Sam.

"What're we going to do?" Sam hates that his voice shakes when he asks. Then Dean's pulling down his soaked maternity pants and making Sam step out of his boots and pants, pushing Sam down into the backseat before he can protest, "You can't deliver our baby on the side of the road, Dean!"

"Hey, you're not giving birth on the side of the road. You're having a home birth." Dean pats the impala's roof with a tender look from the car to Sam, before ducking in to pull off Sam's socks and help him get situated.

"You can't deliver our baby, Dean," Sam reiterates, and realizes from somewhere far away his voice is getting pitchy with anxiety. His breath quickens, stomach tight. Oh fuck.

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey--Sammy, look at me. Breathe."

Sam obeys, holding Dean's gaze in the diminishing light and breathing in gentle pants with him until his body is calm again. Dean leans forward and presses their foreheads together, hand a reassuring pressure on the back of Sam's neck.

"That's my boy."

They stay like that until the next contraction, and then Dean kisses Sam's forehead and says, "Look, don't be mad--"

Sam cuts him a suspicious little brother look.

Dean leans away and holds up his hands placatingly. "I figured this would happen when you refused to let the pregnancy keep you home. So I took a doula class." And with that bomb dropped, he leaves the backseat to grab Sam a water bottle. He points at Sam, "Small sips."

Dean starts pulling more stuff out of the trunk, but Sam is too distracted to pay attention to what he's grabbing.

"You took...a doula class?!" Sam's words are a guttural moan as another contraction starts. The pain seems to be increasing with each one, rippling like waves. He has to remind himself to breathe, clenching his hand over the back of the front seat to ground himself, squirming in agitation trying to find a comfortable position.

Sitting on his tailbone suddenly makes him feel everything building like he hadn't been before. Like just being aware of it flipped a switch. He wishes he could lay down. It's too small in here for him to get properly supine and not risk a Men in Black situation, he thinks hysterically.

Suddenly the car cabin is filled with lantern light and Dean's grabbing his hand and smoothing his hair from his face. Sam only realizes he's howling like a wolf at the moon when he looks into reassuring green eyes and trails off with a sob of relief.

"Yeah, a doula class. That chick with the lamaze video had an online course."

Sam forgets about his contractions and starts to belly laugh. Then his eyes shoot wide and he sits up straighter, leans forward, grabbing into the seats with both hands.

"Ohhh. De-Dean. I need to- I need to push... Now. Nownownow."

"Jesus-- Okay, Sammy, just slide down for me a bit. Need to see where we're at-- Holy shit."

"What?!"

"Press those knees together for me, baby boy."

Sam does, excitement and anxiety thrumming through his body. This is happening. This is really happening.

Dean leans over the front seat and grabs a handful of towels, tossing them on the blanket-covered floor next to a jug of water and a brand new first aid kit Sam's never seen before. Dean opens the water and twists back to rinse his hands out the open door behind him. Opens the first aid kit and Sam sees a bulb syringe along with other baby first aid items, but he can't really put purpose to anything he's seeing right now.

The need to push is so intense Sam can hardly think, and judging from Dean's reaction as he spreads him open, there's good reason.

"Okay--"

"Dean, I need to push!"

Dean smirks at him and Sam kinda wants to punch him in the face. "I know you do, Sammy. On the next contraction, let's go. Okay?"

Sam nods. "Okay."

Dean lays a large towel over his lap while Sam starts squirming in discomfort again. The next contraction seems to take forever.

His knees are spread open against the front and back seats, and he lets his foot fall to the blanketed floor, toes wiggling until they meet the side of the water jug. He pulls back and flexes his foot. Spreads his other leg out as far as he can beside Dean, along the back of the seat, and rubs at it.

"I want to walk, Dean."

Dean bites his lip, "Sammy, you're really ready now. I don't think--"

"Please, De, I need to stretch my legs."

Dean takes his leg in his hands and starts to rub it, and Sam moans softly. Can't help continuing to squirm, though, hips aching. He pushes Dean away with his heel.

"Lemme out!"

Dean huffs but relents, grabbing Sam's boots and setting them outside the car when he gets out.

"Dean, where are my shoelaces?" Sam asks, staring down at his laceless boots, the tongue pulled out. He stuffs his feet in.

"I needed them."

Dean holds out the towel from his lap for Sam. He wraps it around himself and holds it together at his hip. Dean grabs his other arm and braces his lower back as they take baby steps together.

"Okay, just a little bit. Not too far. If you start having a contraction, do not push while we're out here. You gotta wait til we get you back in Baby."

They go around in circles a few times; pause so Dean can help Sam take off his jacket and flannel and get down to a single layer; walk some more; but Sam's hips get tired before another contraction comes.

When they're back inside the impala, Sam continues wriggling around into different positions, rocking himself, while Dean busies himself with more preparations. The impala starts up, familiar and comforting. Dean slides into the seat next to Sam and closes the door, draping the towel back over his lap.

Then, finally, when Sam has squirmed until he's canted himself to lean over the front seat-- knees spread wide on the backseat, belly pressed against the cool vinyl-- the next contraction comes.

"Okay, Sammy, you got this." Dean rubs his lower back encouragingly.

Sam bears down.

It feels like he's pushing forever. Dean tells him to breathe and he realizes he's not. He gasps and tries to catch his breath, matching Dean.

The contraction ends and Dean reminds him to stop pushing.

"That's it, baby boy, that was so good," Dean praises.

"Am I almost done? God, Dean she's so heavy," Sam pants, and feels Dean lean around him to wipe sweat from his face with a clean towel.

He hears the click of a flashlight, and tries not to think about what things look like between his legs right now. Feels Dean's hand against him.

"You're really close, Sammy. I think this is what they call crowning. Think I'm gonna be catchin' our kid real soon."

"God, I want to see-- her," Sam grunts as his next contraction starts. "Dean!"

"C'mon, Sammy, you can see her as soon as you push her out. Just a little more work... You got this."

Sam pushes, howling and feeling his inner rhythm matching the rumble of the impala. He's learned over the years how to trick how he processes pain for long periods of time. How to break it ip into pieces; change it into a different, more manageable energy. But how he's feeling now goes beyond what he's ever managed. It feels like he's tapped into something primal. Something vital.

He doesn't think. He barely understands the encouraging words and instructions Dean coos at him. He digs down into the pain and grabs onto it. Feels the power of life in it. And pushes their baby outoutout.

Dean shouts in triumph and Sam knows he caught her okay. Slumps over in relief when he hears the suction of the bulb syringe and then the strong cries of their daughter.

_

"What d'you want to name her?" Dean asks in the hush of the impala, spooned up single layer-to-skin with Sam and the baby; watching their daughter nurse in the lantern light. The cut-and-tied bootlace he'd used to tie off the umbilical cord rests against her belly.

Sam carresses her dark, downy hair and looks at Dean. "How about Hope?"

Dean smiles. "Hope it is." He kisses Sam's cheek, then lips, then forehead, and presses his lips gently to the crown of Hope's head.

"What about the APGAR?" Sam realizes suddenly.

"It was 8 and then 10," Dean says easily.

Sam stares at him.

Dean stares back and cocks his eyebrow. "Y'know, you say things like, 'Dean, you're a genius!'--"

Sam cuts off Dean's falsetto imitation of him with a laugh and a playful shove, "I don't sound like that--"

"--you do, baby boy-- But you're always surprised when I do something like reference a book or know what an APGAR score is."

Sam blushes, but his brother is giving him that smarmy look he thinks works as flirting. With the mouth. And the eyes. It's absolutely ridiculous. So dorky. He looks like the 12-year-old kid that used to tease Sam just to see his reaction. Unfortunately, it still works, and Sam reaches to fist his hand in Dean's t-shirt and pull him in for a kiss.

"Or learn how to deliver our baby in the back of a 1967 Chevy Impala?" Sam smirks.

Dean combs his hand through Sam's sweat-damp hair. Sam leans into it. "I just figured it was a possibility, and I should be prepared. I didn't plan for it to happen like this."

Their daughter squirms but continues nursing, and Sam watches her in awe. He can feel the weight of Dean's gaze without even looking.

"They're even bigger now."

Dean palms the breast Hope isn't using.

"They filled out a little when my milk came in-- please don't touch my nipples right now, Dean. Nursing feels really freaking weird right now, I can't."

Dean's finger stops just beside Sam's areola and slides back to cradle the gentle curve of Sam's tit. Then he kisses Sam and settles his arm around Sam's where he's cradling Hope instead.

"We need to get you two to the hospital soon."

"I know. Just take it easy, okay? She's fine, so we don't need to get into an accident getting there. Especially when I have to hold her the whole way."

"Fuck that-- no, obviously I'm not gonna drive recklessly with our baby in the car, Sam. But she's going in the baby seat."

Dean leaves the car and starts rummaging through the trunk yet again, stowing away things he'd pulled out earlier, finding a trash bag to collect the wet and bloody laundry, and finally returning with an infant-sized carrier seat-- like something suburban hospitals give away with their new-parent gift bundles. In the seat of it is something else Sam is really happy to see: a small package of newborn diapers.

He thinks they'll just fit. Definitely better than the flannel shirt currently wrapped around her.

Sam grins helplessly at Dean. "You're such a dad. How did you even stow all this in the trunk?"

"Sammy, I think you should be well aware by now of how good I am at fitting things into tight spaces."

Sam snorts and Hope startles off the nipple. "Okay, baby girl, time to burp and get in your seat."

_

When Hope is buckled in-- rolled up towels filling in the empty space in the infant seat, supporting her as she sleeps-- and the impala is gliding out of the mountains, Sam asks:

"What about the placenta? Did you bury it?"

He had dozed off for a little bit after delivering the afterbirth.

"It's in the cooler."

"Dean, what the fuck."

"Hey, you're into all that hippy-dippy shit and doing your Sam-witch stuff, I didn't know if you needed it and you were too exhausted to answer. Don't worry--I got my beer out of the cooler first."

Sam shakes his head fondly, "You idiot."

_

Tags: (let me know if you don't want tagged in mpreg) @amill22 @fangirlxwritesx67 @cordellwinchesterwalker

[shhh-shooting-stars]

this is random, but I really believe that Angel would use the mewing 🤫🧏‍♂️ thing a lot 😭

[fumingspice]

Like Never Before (ii)

Part: One

I would literally rather only drink ocean spray cranberry juice for the rest of my life than have kids so if this reads like i was dying while writing it then that’s why xo

taglist: @sarahp-stan @jumpoffabridge-t @sarahpaulsonsoftie @definitelynot-a-writer @bottom4delia @delias-bitch-craft @creepingwolfberry @thesapphictimelady @goodeday2u @that-fucking-error @saucy-sapphic @sarahp-stan​

i wish you all the love in the world, but most of all i wish it from myself.

You watched Billie as she glided across the room. Christ, even with her sweatpants and messy hair she was still an absolute vision.

“Honey, for the love of God, can you please let me do something?” You asked, chuckling at how she darted from stirring the eggs to packing an overnight bag to trying to build an Ikea cradle.

“Instruction manuals are for wimps,” were her exact words five hours ago when she took the parts out. “It will be up in a jiffy.”

It was not up in a jiffy.

Billie plated the eggs and moved back to the box load of wooden bits and pieces, sorting through and assembling the bed with her toolkit. You almost admired the image of her handiness, even though you knew fully well that the look of concentration and furrowed brows were masking the fact that she had locked herself into a commitment to build the cot without looking at directions. She was going to drive herself insane if she didn’t get it right. Billie wasn’t necessarily bad at putting things together; you had often let her help you put furniture together before your pregnancy took over most of your day. On the other hand, that certainly didn’t mean she was in any way, shape, or form good at building furniture. You knew that the cradle would look more like a misshapen table.

She was still adorable.

“No, baby. I’m not risking giving you any stress. Christ, one wrong move and it will be a literal baby shower,” she replied, scooting over to kiss your cheek. “Let me do this for you, hm? Then I’ll run us a nice bath before we go to the hospital.”

You grinned at Billie’s nurturing side. “Fine,” you said, caressing her cheek in your hand. “Just make sure you build that right, if our baby falls through the floor on the first night home then I’m not going to be very pleased with you Ms. Howard.”

Your girlfriend frowned. “Do you really want to mess with me while I’m holding a screwdriver?”

Now, that made you chuckle.

“You had to spend fifteen minutes trying to figure out if you were holding it right.”

Billie rolled her eyes at you and stood up. “You know what? I think he’ll enjoy it more if he’s able to sleep with his moms,” she said, pulling you into her chest. You could sense her exhaustion no matter how well she played it off.

You tilted your head to look up at her. Her brown eyes, although excited and lively were worn down a little bit, and a faded purple colour lay beneath. “Baby?” You spoke after a little while, causing her to jolt slightly.

“Hm? Are you okay?”

“How about that bath?” You suggested, Billie smiled warmly and ruffled your hair before pulling you up and walking you to the bathroom.

Thankfully, your bedroom was only down the hall given that you’d finally moved into her house. The door was also a lot wider. Very convenient in this situation.

Billie dipped her hand into the water to mix the bubbles in, gathering some up in her hand and dropping the foam on your head. “You look like the cotton candy man from Scooby Doo,” she giggled, giving you a matching beard. You laughed together as she helped you undress, her hands gliding softly down your skin in admiration. “My God, you’re exquisite.”

She took your arm and helped you into the bath, smiling as you gasped at the warmth. It was almost perfect.

You tugged her arm, trying to signal what you wanted without actually speaking. The warmth of the water and the scent of the bubble bath had given a relaxing aroma. In short, you were too lazy too speak.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” she cooed, her fingers twirling in the water. You raised an eyebrow. “You want me to join you?”

You nodded enthusiastically, watching as she stripped off and eased herself into the water behind you. “Jesus, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck,” she muttered. Warm baths were never really her thing. Billie always preferred showers. Both alone and accompanied, but recently she had started opting for baths, enjoying the feeling of you laying back against her stomach. The feeling of protecting you in some way gave her somewhat the same satisfaction as an orgasm.

Billie let out a sigh as the water flowed gently around you both, her hands laying on you waist and stomach and her head rested on your shoulder. She was silent. That was one of the best indicators to tell you she was tired.

Your body jerked, reacting to Braxton Hicks. Billie snapped alert immediately.

"Relax, Billie. I'd tell you if something was wrong," you cooed, your hand reaching her cheek and caressing it softly.

"I don't want to miss anything," she mumbled in response. The blonde kissed your shoulder and neck, each touch sending fiery affection through you. You rolled your head back, letting her kiss further to your cheek and ending it with a deep kiss.

Her lips tasted sweet.

"Baby, you know we can't do anything," you whispered, turning to try and get a better angle at Billie's mouth.

She grinned into you. "We both know you're telling yourself that, Y/N," she replied. Her lips were graceful on you.

Hilarious.

Billie got out of the bath and toweled off, turning to help you out when she ready. There was something about Billie-Dean in this attire. No make-up, her hair slicked back from the water, the way her collar bones gilded her shoulders. You bit your lip as she guided you to bed when you were dressed.

She was out like a light as soon as she was relaxed, her hand never leaving yours. Even if she was too tired to snuggle right into you, there was never a nighy where she wouldn't make some form of contact before falling asleep.

Of course, as you lay awake, something in you was stirring you. Not allowing you to sleep.

Probably the human growing in you, but who knows.

Hours passed as you watched the light from the moon travel from the wall to the floor and disappear.

It happened so quickly that you snapped into an upright position, cursing as you flew.

Billie snapped up you, sensing your hand leave hers. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked, laying her hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck. Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit," you panicked. Your breathing short and quick. "Billie, I think my water's broken."

Billie's brown eyes widened. "Oh, Mary Mother of Jesus on a tandem bike," she swore, grabbing her car keys from the bedside table and shoving her feet into her shoes.

She tripped on the rug and staggered over to your side of the bed with a towel, pressing it against your leg. “Okay. Okay, how are we feeling, sweetheart?” She asked, breathless with apprehension.

You shrugged. The shock of the moment had rendered your ability to process thoughts absolutely useless. Your contractions were barely noticeable. More like short pulse-cramps than anything noticeable. Billie’s fingers laced through yours as you explained.

“I’ll phone Dr. McCool and ask what to do,” Billie said, pushing your hair behind your ear and giving your forehead a quick kiss.

She left to get the phone, hearing her apologising for the late call. 

  Billie sat still, ushering soothing words and not complaining despite how hard you were gripping her hand.

Hours felt like days at this stage. The pain was a nightmare. Words couldn’t describe the relief that you felt whenever the midwife told you to stop pushing. You choked a cry in relief and fell into Billie.

“Easy, sweetheart. You did it,” she whispered, holding you tight against her and kissing your head. Her voice was breaking as she spoke. For a moment, everything disappeared as you just melted right into her. A sudden and loud cry broke you from your trance as you snapped back to reality.

Your head perked up as you saw a nurse holding your baby, small and crying.

“Oh, my God,” you said to no one in particular. Tears were falling down your cheeks freely as you tried to process what was actually happening.

Just when you thought things couldn’t get anymore overwhelming, James walked into the room. Billie tensed up immediately, following his gaze to the baby. You could tell that if she weren’t so overcome with joy she would have harden up at his look of happiness.

“Y/N,” he said, walking over and squeezing your hand. “Y/F/N called. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner; I was at a bachelors’ party.”

You felt Billie tense slightly around you. She was sensitive about the fact that James was the baby’s father. There was no issue of jealousy. There was certainly no lack of trust. James had even made it clear that he would respect Billie’s boundaries when it came down to visiting. It was the simple fact that it wasn’t her that boiled her over sometimes.

You smiled at him as the nurse passed the baby to you. “Congratulations!” She spoke. “It’s a healthy baby boy!” Billie’s bets were right. You frowned internally at the idea of not guessing right.

Then you remembered that the only thing she had “won” was getting eaten out for twenty minutes straight.

It was a win-win situation.

Billie gasped as the baby lay against your chest. You turned around to look at her, brown eyes framed with tears locked in awe. “Babygirl, look what you did,” she cooed, kissing your temple. You nuzzled against her, seeking a kiss on the lips. It was a new feeling, the one where you know you’ve hit a long-time achievement. Billie was yours. You were hers. There was even an unexpected bonus.

Another doctor came in. “Hello!” She chirped. She moved in to shake James’ hand. “I presume you are the father?”

James smiled, about to agree. He caught Billie’s pursed lips and avoiding glance. “Somewhat,” he replied. Billie looked right at him for the first time since he’d arrived. “Although, I think that’s more Billie’s station.” He motioned at your girlfriend, whose breathe hitched and chuckled in an exhale of relief.

“Thank you,” you mouthed at him, feeling Billie relax at his words. The  doctor gestured for Billie to come over. Something about signing some document. She held you carefully so as not to disturb you. James took the chair beside your bed.

“He’s almost as good looking as me,” he joked, nudging your elbow. You shook your head at him and chuckled. “He does have your massive head though.”

You glared at him in shock, completely forgetting his sense of humour in the moment. “I swear on my life if this boy turns out like you, I’m putting him in the bin,” you teased. It couldn’t be further from the truth. Little features. Little fingers wrapped around one of yours. He had big dark, brown eyes. He had eyes like Billie.

“Let’s hope he doesn’t turn out devilishly handsome for his own sake then,” he replied.

“Would you like to hold him?”

James paused slightly and glanced at Billie, who was still reading over some papers. He nodded towards her. “Will she be okay with it?”

You nodded, passing him the child gently. His holding skills were terrible. “Jesus, James. Try not to drop him, please.”

James rolled his eyes and corrected himself. “Hey, little guy,” he cooed. Talking to him in little bursts. He got up and your heart dropped, knowing that James was an absolute clutz. Much to your relief, he didn’t drop the baby. You had no idea what he was doing until you saw him walk right over to Billie, who was surprised to see him.

“I think this is yours,” he said.

Of all the things he could have said.

Billie looked from him to the baby and back, taking him in her arms against her chest. Her head lay against the little body as she pursed her lips, trying hard to hold back tears. “Oh, James,” she whispered. She moved close and hugged him with her free arm. “Thank you so much.”

Billie returned to your side, tears now having fallen freely. “He’s so beautiful, Y/N.”

You cried, and snuggled into her. “We need to think of a name,” you said, kissing Billie’s shoulder. 

“What were you thinking, mommy?” Billie asked. Then stopped. “Hm,” she said. “Never thought it would be me calling you that.”

The nurse coughed. “I’m still in here.”

Billie’s face flashed a deep red. “Sorry.”

The nurse ducked out before he had to hear any of Billie’s other inuendos.

“I like the name Tate,” James suggested. Billie shot him a thousand dagger stare.

“No.”

“Come on, it’s a nice-”

“I will kill you and make it look like an accident.”

You nudged Billie with your hand. “James Dean?”

Your ex and your girlfriend glared at you.

“Here’s me thinking I was bad at choosing names.”

Billie pondered for a moment. “I like Lachlan.”

You nodded. “Lachlan.” You liked it. “Welcome to the world, Lachlan.”

[ageofevermore]

Golden

summary → in which Harry doesn’t understand how he can possibly love such a small baby so painfully much. 

word count → 1.7k

note → this might require a few deep breaths because oh lord, i really laid the fluff down thick. 

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When you and Harry had fallen pregnant it was unexpected. You had been talking about starting a family in the near future, but hadn't felt the need to fall in deep. You were aware of the problems you might face with natural conception, especially due to the stress of being employed by the entertainment industry, but just three days after your conversation, the both of you had gotten carried away in a moment of beautiful love.

You had been on birth control ever since your seventeenth birthday when your mother figured you might begin to explore your sexual desires. It was something she was quite open about, making it easier to tell her that you were seeing a green eyed wonder called, Harry.

It was just after a morning run through LA that you took a test. It was some cheap brand, an impulse buy after laying in bed worrying about your lack of protection weeks prior. You had been paranoid for days, your cycle abnormally long and lacking the usual symptoms of tension and muscle aches. Instead, you had full fledges cramps and headaches.

When the first test came back positive you almost fainted on the floor of your en-suite. Harry was just downstairs and heard the unusual commotion. You were usually light on your feet, a classically trained ballet dancer as a child. It was worrisome to find you doubled over on your hands and knees beside the tipped over nightstand. Harry had immediately rushed to your aid, collecting your frame in his hands and pressing soft kissing to your forehead until he could get your attention. Your eyes were dazed, hands balling into the fabric of his thick black jumper. You were completely beside yourself with joy.  

"What's a'matter, moppet?" He mumbled against your forehead, pulling your legs over his lap so her could bring you closer. He softly pried your hands away from his jumper, kissing your clenched knuckles fervently. "Scaring me, love. What's got you so worked up?"

The thought of the positive pregnancy test in your palm brought on a new wave of tears. The tip of your nose trembled as you broke into a wide grin, breaking down completely into Harry's chest with gleefully shocked giggled. Harry didn't waste a minute, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you closer to his chest. Your legs wrapped around him like a koala, but it only made this moment sweater for you. For now, you were the only one that knew about the growing baby making a home for itself inside of you. For years you had overlooked how special this moment would be.

"Pet." Harry cooed, bringing his fingers down your spine. The metal of his rings was cold when he lifted your shirt and tickled your back with scratches. "Gotta tell me what's got you so giddy."

Uncoordinatedly you smashed your lips against Harry's. Your teeth knocked against his harshly, but all you could manage was a smile that left his lips wet, "We're parents." Your whispered.

-

The end of your pregnancy was brutal, complete with unbearable braxton hicks and obscene swelling. You had been riddled with insomnia for weeks as well, and the throbbing in your fingers was brought on by the wedding band stuck between your knuckles that even elevation and heating pads couldn't help. Harry had done his absolute best to make you comfortable, but even his hour long foot rubs and 3am snack runs did little for you. None of that was relevant now, nor was the stitching holding your torn vagina together. Your baby, sweet Indie Anne Styles, was here. She was perfect, and she was finally before your eyes.

Her warm pink body was flush against your chest. Harry stood off to the side, tears blurring his vision as he took in the picture before him. His first true love was embracing their own little mini. He had no doubts that his little Indie was a product of the truest breed of young love. Indie, Harry wasn't so sure the big name fit her little body and button nose.

"Look at her, lovie." You sniffled, running your finger down her cheek. She had finally stopped wailing, settling into your warmth and letting herself fall asleep in your embrace. You were certain birth was tiring for babies, glad to see that your little love was resting up now and getting ready to experience the life you and Harry had shaped just for her. "She's perfect."

"Knew she would be, love." Harry came closer to the both of you, bending down to press a kiss to your sticky forehead. He loosely grabbed the newborns hand, chocking on a sob when she gripped his thumb. Her grip was tight for such a tiny human, and already Harry was sure he wouldn't be able to live every day with a heart so heavy with love.

Your husband was barely keeping himself together over your shoulder as he admired your daughter. You had gently coaxed a pacifier between her lips after watching her squirm, and the soft pink plastic only brought Harry a new wave of overwhelming love and protection. He never wanted anything to hurt his littlest love, his precious baby Indie.

"Thank you, pet." He cried into your crown, pressing gentle kissed to your hair and face at an uncomfortable angle. He didn't want to hurt you, but he needed to thank you for this moment. It was everything he had always dreamed of and so much more, "Thank you for her. Thank you."

-

It had taken Harry three weeks to call Indie her name, having a habit of referring to the newborn as 'his little angel'. You didn't mind the title, but hearing her name on the tip of his tongue made you weak. He had taken great to becoming a father, like you knew he would. You had never had any doubts about just how unconditionally Harry would love your little human. He was up with you during every feed, changing all the diapers until you were healed enough to bare standing at the change table for long stretches.

He bought only the best for his Indie too. Her nighttime routine was prepped with high end vegan moisturizers and ointments. Her diapers were made of organic, non toxic, vegan materials. He didn't care for prices, only quality. Harry was as relatively humble man. He never talked about wealth or thought it as anything valuable, but he also, despite what it seems, didn't splurge on high end products often. He had his limits and boundaries, but his money was used wisely and not thrown away on material. He refused to let Indie soak in a cheap diaper though, even when you assured him that most diapers were exceptionally made and there was no need to spend a few hundred dollars every month.

It didn't take long for Indie to form more defined features, one being her insanely bright blue eyes and thin strands of soft blonde hair. You weren't quite sure where your baby girl came from to be honest, seeing as your eyes weren't near the same shade of color as hers nor were Harry's. Her hair was ungodly as well. Almost like your favorite disney film, her locks were strikingly golden. It had only taken a month before you caught Harry above her crib, whispering a fond, "Good morning, golden girl."

Golden had been her name since that dewy spring morning. You couldn't see her as anything but, adoring the nickname Harry had brought upon the three of you. It was odd when you had family visiting and they would refer to your precious Golden as Indie.

It was just after two am when the shrill screams of your infant severed the sleep you and Harry were catching up on. His arm was thrown around your waist, and for a minute neither one of you moved. She was going through a growth spurt meaning the usually laid back baby you shared a house with was needy and desperate for her fathers attention and your satin milk. It was hard to give her what she wanted at times. You knew she was hungry, but she didn't want to leave Harry's arms.

That had happened just the other day. With the luck you were working on, you had forgotten to pack away another pre-made bottle. She was eating so frequently you hadn't had the need to pump, but that decision came back to bite you when she woke up from her nap hungry and only wanting her daddy. You both had eventually figured out a way to please her, but it had been frustrating and stressful on the three of you alike. It was safe to say you were always on top of bottles now.

When Harry finally did pull away from your warmth, he kissed your temple before feeling the room, not before you heard the last of his mutter, "I'm coming, Goldie."

You were sure your heart exploded in that moment. When you saw him again, this time with a squirmy baby impatiently suckling on the nipple of a pacifier, tears were gathering in your eyes. You smiled widely down at your little love, affectionately stroking her cheek. You settle her against your chest, wincing when she latches, but relaxing when her sucks become rhythmic and predictable.

In the darkness Harry couldn't make out your teary smile, instead just moving around the master and preparing another diaper for Goldie, having felt the wet one when he picked her up from the crib moments ago. He could hear you praising the baby for doing such a good job, promising that it was okay if she woke up every thirty minutes, but what caught him off guard was when you brushed your thumb over her cheek and whispered, "Look just as pretty as your Daddy, Goldie."

"Y'heard that, huh?" He stuttered. He knew you weren't too fond of the first few nicknames he had given Goldie, and he was almost fearful that you would reject his shortened version of Golden.

You rolled your eyes softly at his question, patting a patterned on your baby girl's diapered bottom as she nursed with sleepy eyes. "I think it's cute, fits her."

Harry smiled widely at the pair of you, the dim moonlight capturing the perfect moment in his memory. His love for you and Goldie somehow got deeper every day. He never wanted to leave this stripped down midnight moment. This perfectly golden moment.

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Headcanon: Going into labor during a family meeting

Request: Place can I have a finn shelby x reader where I’m pregnant with his baby and I end going to labour at the family meeting but I try to ignore my contractions and everyone asks if I’m ok and I say I’m fine until my water breaks and we have a baby girl called alessia thanks xx

Requested by Anonymous

Finn Shelby x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, labor

A/N: This has given me baby fever but I’m not complaining. Just thinking about Finn with children is adorable and I’m so glad I finally got this done. Let me know how you guys like it. I also loved the name anonymous chose. I would totally name my own daughter Alessia.

Part One (Arthur) / Part Two (Finn) / Part Three (John) / Part Four (Michael) / Part Five (Thomas)

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You hadn’t planned on going to the family meeting.

Tommy had called about it the day before, stating that both you and Finn had to be there.

Finn knew how much you didn’t want to go, knowing that you were exhausted and would rather be home for when the baby decided to make an arrival. 

His brother understood this but everyone needed to be present and finally persuaded the both of you to attend by saying that you would be in safe hands if you were to go into labor. 

Polly, Esme, and Ada were to be in attendance and they would be helping you no matter when and where you were to have the baby.

So, reluctantly, you accompanied Finn to the meeting.

Sitting in Tommy’s kitchen, you did your best to make yourself comfortable. It was hard being nine months pregnant and all. It also didn’t help that your back was killing you. 

You were more than ready for the meeting to be over so you could go home and rest, but the meeting had barely begun.

“I’m pleased you came, Y/n,” Tommy acknowledged your presence once entering the room. 

You laughed, “I’m not. So lets make this quick.”

That earned a laugh from John as Tommy shook his head with a smile. The whole family knew how uncomfortable you were, never shy of telling them how you felt. 

Finn grasped your hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’ll be home soon, love,” he whispered in your ear.

You nodded giving him a small smile. You wouldn’t be home soon enough, though.

A good five minutes later, you were hit by a pain in your lower back. It wasn’t too painful, just uncomfortable, almost like a period cramp. You’d dealt with enough of those to brush it off.

You’d had braxton hicks contractions the week before, something Polly told you was normal. So that’s what you labeled it to be, nothing more. 

This was probably the wrong assumption as the contractions got stronger. You knew if they were close together that you’d really have to worry, but they weren’t.

Finn could tell something was wrong, he just couldn’t put his finger on what. Then you squeezed his hand without thinking, the contraction that hit you stronger than the last. He raised a brow, “Are you alright?”

This captured the whole family’s attention, they’re eyes moving from Tommy to her. 

You hated how much they worried about you. They’d all been extremely protective over you ever since you found out you were pregnant. It was sweet, especially how protective Finn had become, but you felt it unnecessary. 

Simply nodding, you waved off their concern. “I’m fine.” When that didn’t quiet satisfy them, you added, “Really, I’m fine.”

For the most part, that convinced them, knowing that you were uncomfortable as it is. Finn wasn’t convinced, though. 

He could read you like a book. He knew what made you tick and knew you had a high pain tolerance and didn’t like to burden people with your problems. When it came to your pregnancy, you were the same way.

So, he shifted his focus from his brother on to you. You rolled your eyes at him, hoping the contractions would stop. They were irregular and you hoped they stayed that way.

Another strong contraction hit you and once it was over, you glanced over at your husband’s watch, deciding to time it. The next one was two and a half minutes a part. 

Too close for your liking. 

You waited for the next one, it meaning more painful than the one before, and it was about two and a half minutes apart from the last one.

Now you knew you were in trouble. 

You leaned over, resting your head on Finn’s shoulder. He kissed the top of your head, looking down at you. “Everything okay?”

You shook your head, “No.”

He raised a brow, asking for more information. “What’s wrong, love?”

Just as you were about to answer your water broke, answering his question for you. “I’m definitely in labor.”

You laughed when his face was drained of blood, turning pale. “It’ll be fine, Finn.”

Polly, who had been watching you with eagle eyes the whole time, stood from her chair, telling the men to continue the meeting on their own. 

They all nodded as you were ushered out of the room, trying to calm Finn down. You were honestly surprised by how calm you were compared to him.

About an hour and a half later, you laid in one of the house’s many rooms with your daughter in your arms. Pink and tiny, it was easy to see she was a Shelby with Finn’s nose and eyes. 

You cooed at her, letting her grasp your pinky when the door open, Finn stepping into the room. 

He looked much more alive than he had when she’d last seen him. Slowly, her husband walked over to her side, taking in the sight before him. His heart was filled with joy at the sight of his wife and baby.

“It’s a girl,” you told him, angling her so he could see her cute little face.”You wanna hold her?”

When Finn nodded, you moved so he could sit next to you before handing over your daughter.

You leaned against him, watching him fuss over the new addition to your family. “What should we name her?”

“I was thinking Alessia, what do you think?” Finn turned to you, waiting for an answer.

You smiled, liking the sound of it. “Alessia Shelby. It’s got a nice ring to it.”

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