#But yeah this is the result of having to stare at a mirror for hours to not lose sight of reality

[art-from-the-pantry]

I wouldn't normally post self-portraits, but I don't think I know anyone who would let me call this one. Also hey, it's that special time of the year, this gets a pass.

[arhvste]

“this is killing me.” kuroo mumbled as he tossed his phone to his side. “just trust me bro,” his best friend-turned roommate bokuto grinned. “this works everytime for me i swear!”

kuroo sighed before grabbing phone again to refresh his instagram story views once more. several people had already viewed the post-gym mirror selfie he’d taken in attempts to garner attention from one particular follower of his; you. “maybe it’s too cringe…” he muttered while over analysing the photo that had already gained a couple of likes within the twenty minutes it had already been up for. “nah.” bokuto reassured him and pat his friend on the shoulder. “you look sexy.” kuroo stared back at the two-toned haired boy. “… thanks bro.”

this isn’t something kuroo would typically post but times were tough and he was desperate. he’d seen you around campus but luck was not on his side when it came to scheduling and the two of you barely had class time together. yet the little class time you did share, kuroo hung onto it tightly and would let scenes of these weekly one hour classes replay in his head more often than he’d like to admit.

“i feel like a modern jay gatsby,” the ex volleyball captain huffed. “my selfie is the equivalent of the wild parties he’d throw in hopes to get daisy’s attention except i don’t want to post every night, i’ve already made myself cringe with this one post.” bokuto stared back at his friend blankly. “yeah… whatever that means.” kuroo frowned back “it’s a classic, you should know what i mean!”

how much longer was he going to have to wait? bokuto had promised him quick results with this method and so far he’d felt deceived and lied to. if talking to you when he got the chance wasn’t enough to get a conversation going outside the classroom, then social media seemed like the next best attempt to start interacting more.

what were you doing? why weren’t you viewing his story? could you even see his story? did he accidentally block you?

these questions ran through his mind as he quickly rushed to check to make sure he hadn’t for some reason blocked you from seeing his story. he half wished he did because then at least he’d know what on earth was taking you so damn long to see the photo he was increasingly starting to hate more the longer it was posted.

“this is stupid.” he stated as he faced bokuto who had zero concerns in his method in gaining someone’s attention. “it works you just have to wait, trust me.”

kuroo frowned as the little red hearts of others who weren’t you fluttered from the bottom corner of the photo. “look!” his best friend grinned as he leaned over kuroo’s shoulder and pointed to the screen of his phone. “you’re getting likes on it!”

“what’s the point if they’re not likes from the person i posted this for in the first place.” kuroo grumbled back in response. he couldn’t believe he’d been subjected to such an attempt to gain some attention from you. it was ridiculous.

it had been about forty five minutes since he’d posted it and he was slowly losing his mind. sure, the post was going to be up for twenty four hours (if he didn’t give into the voices in his head telling him to delete it) so forty five minutes was nothing, but the minutes were beginning to feel like hours and he was dying inside. why weren’t you viewing it already and what could possibly be keeping you off your phone right now?

“this is stupid.” he decided as notifications from his old team mates started to flash up on his screen. the last thing he needed was lev replying with ‘looksmaxing’ to a post that was secretly dedicated to you. “no, it’s barely been up!” bokuto whined. “you look hot so you should get some replies anyway what’s the big deal?”

pinching the bridge of his nose, kuroo huffed. “the big deal is the person i posted this for hasn’t replied!” what was the point in making sure to go to the gym during a rest day just to take this photo if he wasn’t going to at least make his existence more known to you? he’d even worked his legs enough to the point of managing to achieve the sweaty but sexy look. the muscles in his legs were dying, but his dignity sure as hell wouldn’t.

the college student opened up his phone with the intention to end the mental war inside his head once and for all by deleting the post altogether. bokuto watched his friend in defeat but his eyes flashed. “yes they did!” he yelled and pointed to the screen as your name flashed at the top of his screen.

kuroo’s heart jumped at the sight of your profile picture he’d made a daily routine of staring at and the now blue dot indicating a message from your profile in his inbox. to think he was going to delete this post just a second too, what were the chances?

psyching himself up, kuroo took a few quiet deep breathes before letting the time next to your message pass for a few minutes. he wasn’t an instagram warrior by any means, but he knew enough about general rules in order to not look desperate online.

bokuto watched over his friends shoulders as the two stared in anticipation awaiting the message kuroo had been dying for. this was it. leg day two times in a row was gruelling and he’d regret it for the next few days but it would have been worth it. the countless messages from his old teammates mocking his attempts at a thirst trap could be looked past now that you had finally given into the bait he’d so carefully laid. this is what he’d been waiting for. days of preparing and deciding how to gain your attention had finally paid off and he was about to reap the rewards he’d sown.

clicking the message with baited breath, his heart raced as bokuto’s grip of his shoulder tightened. finally.

‘the label on your shirt is sticking out, make sure to cut it’

“a wins a win.” bokuto filled the silence between the pair as kuroo stared at his phone with a blank expression. “… a wins a win…”

[evie-sturns]

Bonfire - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and chris have been as close as anything for years, until one night where chris, you and your friend group have a beach bonfire, resulting in you and chris disappearing together..

contains: smut, sneaking off with chris, semi-public sex, swearing.

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chris and i have been close since the start of highschool, he introduced me to his brothers, nick and matt, who i've also befriended over the past few years. tonight our whole extended friend group are meeting up on the beach for a bonfire for madis birthday.

6:39pm

i pull up my low rise denim shorts, fixing my hair in the mirror as chris watches from behind me. "chris, i think my bikini is loose, can you tighten it for me?" i ask, spinning around to look at him.

chris clears his throat, "yeah, sure." he says, walking across my bedroom to me and spinning me around. i feel his cold fingers untie my bikini top as i hold the straps.

he gently brushes my back as he tightens the top into a double-knot. "tight enough?" chris asks, i spin around a flash him a smile, "thanks!" i chirp.

"can you guys hurry the fuck up." matt groans, he's apparently 'despises' being our uber driver.

"hey mr sunshine!" i say with a sarcastic grin painted across my face as i open my bedroom door, matt just scoffs with a small laugh, hes got his car keys in his hands.

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i jump into the backseat of matts mini van, nick gets in the passenger seat and chris jumps in beside me, our legs touching.

the ride to the beach is.. entertaining? matt and nick have been having a deathly argument ever since we pulled out of our driveway, and i don't think they even know what theyre arguing about now.

matt reaches behind and slaps chris's thigh,

"the fuck did i do!!" chris laughs in shock, "breathing so loud, you sound like your battling your fucking demons back there." matt mumbles as he parallel parks into a spot.

chris taps my inner thigh with 2 fingers, "ready to go?" he asks i nod shyly, my mouth open slightly. chris climbs out of the backseat, i follow close behind, stepping out on to the footpath, covered in small grains of sand. i follow behind the triplets, the beach is completley empty apart from a small cluster of people.

"matt!" nate calls out from the sand about 50 meters away, waving his hand above his head. i jog over to them, dramatically leaping into madis arms,

theres about 35 people all scattered on the sand around a heaped pile of sticks, before i can look for chris i hear a small cheer as a boy lights up the pile of sticks, the orange rays illuminating the grains of sand around the fire.

i run over to the triplets who are sat on the sand is a small cluster, i plop myself down next to them, sparking up a conversation as people start to pull alcohol out of nowhere.

9:47pm

im laying on chris's chest as lively music blares through the night air, he breathes in and out calmly. the sun has fully set, the only light on the beach is the burnt out bonfire, sand kicks up as everyone charges towards the ocean,

i sit up, looking down at chris who has his eyes shut peacefully, the only people left on the beach are all drunk and obnoxiously loud. "chris." i tap him lightly, his eyes flutter open.

"mhm?" he asks, sitting up. his features are perfectly sculptured by the dim light, his hair resting on his forehead. the chain around his neck clings to his bare chest, the only thing on his body are dark blue swim shorts.

i grab his hand, standing up and brushing myself off. i drag chris behind the sand dunes. "you okay?" he asks, i stand infront of him, grabbing his jaw and staring at his lips.

before i can lean in, chris connects our lips hungrily, his hand snaking around my waist and back. i feel the same hands that were tying my bikini 3 hours ago, now frantically undoing it. my bikini falls to our feet, chris pulls away from the kiss, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

chris sits down on the sand, i straddle him as he pulls off his swim shorts. i undo my denim shorts, my bikini bottoms follow.

chris stares into my eyes, our heathy breaths accompanying the silence. "you want to?" chris asks, gripping my waist. "obviously" i tease "gonna have to be nice and quiet for me? yeah?" chris asks, i nod.

“you sure i mean-“ he starts again, i cut him off

“chris we will talk about all of this tomorrow, i need you now”

his hands move to my ass, he hovers me right above his tip before sinking me down slowly, i slam a hand over my mouth “shit.” i moan, the noise muffled by my palm.

“you got it.” chris says, his voice shaky.

i start to bounce up and down on his length, chris also thrusts up into me, filling me up.

chris flips us over, keeping himself inside of me. his chain dangles infront of me as he starts to pound into me, the sand moving below me.

i let out a scream of his name as he repeatedly pounds into me at just the right angle “please fuck!”

chris slams a hand over my lips, his eyes locking with mine, “be quiet.” he almost demands,

“chris i’m close” i groan into his cold hand, he shakes his head,

“no not yet.” he manages to squeeze out, his voice strained.

i start to clench around chris with every thrust, barely audible whimpers escape chris each time i do, i can tell its driving him crazy.

“cum for me, right now” chris says, his thrusts increasing in intensity,

i do, releasing around him, my nails clawing his back repeatedly, he thrusts into me one last time before pulling out, stroking himself once before painting the sand white.

chris and i lay still next to eachother for about a minute, attempting to catch our breath.

“you okay?” chris asks with a small laugh. “yeah, more than okay.” i say back, starting to redress myself.

chris pulls up his shorts before helping me up off the sand, he takes my hand and runs me down to the beach, “chris!” i laugh as he scoops me off my feet and runs towards the ocean, where all of our friends are.

he sprints into the water, throwing me a meter before tripping up and slamming face first into a wave.

i erupt into laughter as he stands up, casually running a hand through his soaked hair.

“yo chris!?” a boy calls out, swimming over to him,

“yeah?” he replies, i watch him as he spins around to face the boy,

“who the fuck was scraping your back, you’ve got red nail lines like everywhere” the boy laughs,

chris’s head snaps round to look at me before swimming over to me, scooping me up for the second time tonight and throwing me into the water.

[whereforarthur]

Wedding Day Bliss~

Request: I had this idea if a wedding day. Like the whole wedding day leading up to the end of the night. Like the saying their vows and it being really emotional and George tearing up when she is walking down the aisle and the reception and all their friends and family watching them be so in love. Also their first dance as husband and wife I think would be so cute then sharing kisses and just being in their own bubble with George’s friends making speeches.

Pairing: George Clarkey x reader

Rating: PG-13

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

*****

"The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly who you are: good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you. The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with." —Juno

"You okay, mate?" Arthur's voice cut through the early morning chill as George stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His hand hovered over the shaving cream, his eyes bloodshot from last night's festivities.

"Yeah, just trying to remember what year it is," George joked, rubbing his hand over his unshaven face. The wedding was in a few hours, and the nerves were starting to set in. He had never felt so alive, so ready to embark on a new chapter with the love of his life. Yet, the gravity of the promise he was about to make weighed on him like the hangover he was pretending not to have.

The house was buzzing with activity, the air thick with excitement and anticipation. The smell of fresh flowers wafted in from the open windows, mingling with the faint scent of his mother's famous breakfast spread. He could hear the distant chatter of the bridesmaids, the occasional burst of laughter, and the clinking of champagne flutes as they toasted to the soon-to-be newlyweds. George took a deep breath and turned to face the day ahead.

When she reached him, George's hand trembled slightly as he took hers. The priest's words were a gentle hum in the background as they exchanged vows, their eyes never leaving each other's.

"Y/N," George began, his voice clear and steady despite the tumult of emotions churning within him. "Thank you for loving me, for understanding me, and for putting up with my friends. They're a wild bunch, but they're mine, and you've welcomed them into your heart without question." He paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he thought of the countless nights spent cleaning up after their drunken escapades. "I promise to stand by you, to cherish you, and to laugh with you, even when they're singing off-key karaoke at three in the morning."

Each word felt like a promise etched into their very souls, a declaration that no matter what life threw at them, they would face it together. And as he slipped the ring onto her finger, he knew that he had made the right choice.

The congregation chuckled softly, and George felt a warmth spread through him. He took a deep breath and continued, "I vow to support you in your dreams, even if it means watching every cooking show on Netflix with you." He winked, remembering her passion for culinary mastery, which often resulted in kitchen disasters that only she found amusing. "To be your partner, your confidant, and your rock, as you are mine."

"And now," the priest announced, turning to Y/N, "it is your turn to speak your vows." She took a deep breath, her hand tightening around George's. Her voice was steady and sure as she began, "George, my love, from the moment I met you, I knew you were different. Your kindness, your humor, your unwavering loyalty—these are the traits that have made me fall in love with you over and over again."

The room grew still, captivated by her every word. "I promise to be your home, a place where you can always find comfort and peace. I vow to stand by your side, through every challenge and every victory, holding your hand through it all. I will laugh with you, cry with you, and maybe even dance with you when you're feeling particularly courageous."

Her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief, and George felt his cheeks warm at the thought of their many dance floor disasters. She went on, "I will cherish every moment we share, from the mundane to the magnificent, because each one is a gift that I never knew I needed until you gave it to me. I will love you fiercely, George, because you have shown me what it means to truly be loved."

The room was silent as the gravity of her words settled over the guests. The emotion in her voice was palpable, and George felt his heart swell with love for this incredible woman. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life making her as happy as she made him.

"You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced, breaking the spell. George leaned in, his heart racing, and kissed her softly. It was a kiss that spoke of their future together, a gentle promise of love and protection. The congregation erupted in applause and cheers, and the organist began to play the wedding march.

They walked back down the aisle, hand in hand, smiling at their friends and family. The warmth of their union seemed to radiate outwards, wrapping everyone in a blanket of joy. The light from the stained glass windows painted them in a rainbow of colors, as if the very walls of the church were celebrating with them.

*****

The reception was held in the manor's lush gardens, under a grand marquee that had been set up especially for the occasion. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and the sound of laughter. The guests were already mingling, eager to congratulate the newlyweds. As they stepped outside, George and Y/N were greeted by a shower of confetti, thrown by their exuberant friends and relatives. It was like stepping into a whirlwind of love and good wishes.

Throughout the evening, George couldn't help but steal glances at his bride, her smile never fading, her eyes always sparkling. They danced, they talked, they laughed, and with every shared moment, he felt his heart swell with love. The speeches from his friends were equal parts embarrassing and endearing, each one reminding him of the incredible journey that had led them here.

But it was Arthur's speech that truly stole the show. He took the microphone with a grin that was a mix of mischief and affection, his eyes twinkling as he began to recount their escapades from over the years. The room grew quieter, anticipating the tales that were about to unfold.

"Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends," Arthur started, his voice carrying over the clinking of silverware and the gentle hum of conversation. "I stand before you today, not just as George's best man, but as his confidant, his wingman, and occasionally his designated driver." The crowd chuckled, setting the tone for the heartfelt roast that was to come.

"Now, I've known George for what feels like an eternity," Arthur continued, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "We've been through it all—the good, the bad, and the questionably legal. And through it all, he's remained the same lovable, slightly disaster-prone man we all know and love."

The crowd chuckled, and George felt a warmth spread through him as Arthur winked at him. "But today, we're not just celebrating George and Y/N's love story," he said, his tone growing serious. "We're also saying goodbye to the bachelor days, the nights out that ended with pizza on the floor and George's head in the toilet." A collective groan echoed through the room, followed by laughter. "And Y/N, let me just say, you're a brave soul for taking him on. You're not just gaining a husband; you're inheriting a lifetime subscription to 'What the hell was I thinking?' magazine."

Arthur raised his glass, and the room fell silent. "But in all seriousness, George, I couldn't be happier for you. You've found someone who not only puts up with your terrible taste in music and your obsession with superheroes but also makes you a better man. And Y/N, you're not just stealing him from us; you're giving us back a George we haven't seen in a long time—one who's more at peace, more content, and dare I say it, more responsible."

The room erupted in laughter, and George couldn't help but feel a twinge of truth in Arthur's words. Y/N had indeed changed him for the better, bringing order to the chaos that was his life and filling his days with a warmth he hadn't realized he was missing. He looked over at her, her cheeks flushed with a blush that made her look even more radiant, and knew that every second of this new journey with her would be worth it.

As Arthur wrapped up his speech, the DJ took over. The air was electric with joy, and George found himself drawn to Y/N, ready for their first dance as husband and wife. The first dance was a slow, sweet melody that had been playing on the radio the first time they had kissed. As George held her in his arms, their bodies moving in perfect sync, he whispered into her ear, "Thank you for choosing me." Her eyes searched his, filled with a love so deep it seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. "I've always chosen you," she murmured back, her voice filled with a gentle certainty that washed over him like a warm summer rain.

*****

The evening passed in a blur of shared glances, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. The air was electric with love and happiness, and every moment felt like a precious memory in the making. As the night grew darker, the stars began to twinkle outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, echoing the sparkle in their eyes.

Their friends and family watched with smiles, some with misty eyes, as the couple moved in perfect harmony. The lyrics of the song spoke of a love that had withstood the test of time, a promise of forever, and George felt it resonate deep within him. He whispered sweet nothings into Y/N's ear, her cheek pressed against his chest, and she giggled, her happiness infectious.

He couldn't stop thinking about how lucky he was to have her, to call her his wife. Every few seconds, he'd lean down and press a gentle kiss to her forehead, her cheek, her lips—any part of her he could reach without breaking the rhythm of their dance. Her eyes would flutter closed with each touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and he knew she felt the same overwhelming love that he did.

A silent conversation of love and adoration that didn't need words to convey the depth of their feelings. The music swelled around them, a cocoon of sound that blocked out the world and left only the two of them, spinning and swaying to the beat of their hearts. The warmth of her body against his was a reassurance that she was real, that this wasn't just some beautiful dream he would wake up from.

From the sidelines, George's friends couldn't help but tease him. They had never seen him so lost in a moment, so utterly consumed by happiness. "Look at him," Chris murmured to Arthur Hill, his own partner in crime at past escapades. "He's gone soft."

Arthur Hill chuckled, raising his glass. "It's about time," he said, a hint of sentimentality in his voice. "He's been chasing that love bug for years. It's good to see him finally catch it."

Their banter grew louder, a playful jab here and there, but the affection behind their words was unmistakable. "You know, I never thought I'd see the day when George Clarkey would be this whipped," Arthur quipped, earning a playful glare from George.

Chris, Max, Arthur, and Arthur Hill had been the life of the party, charming the guests with their wit and camaraderie. They had been an integral part of George's life for years, and seeing them interact with Y/N and her friends was a delightful reminder of how intertwined their worlds had become. Their banter was light-hearted, their laughter infectious, and their love for the couple palpable.

As the night grew later and the music grew softer, the four friends—now bonded by more than just friendship—gathered around George and Y/N, raising their glasses in a toast. "To new beginnings," Arthur said, his voice a blend of joviality and sincerity. "May your love be as wild and unpredictable as our adventures, yet as steadfast as the foundation of this ancient city we call home."

Chris leaned in, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "And may you never run out of patience for each other," he added with a knowing smile, "because with us around, you're going to need it." The group erupted in laughter, the tension of the day giving way to the easy camaraderie that had carried them through so much.

"To Y/N," Max said, raising his glass higher, "for saving us from ever having to listen to George's dreadful dating stories again." The room buzzed with knowing chuckles, and George couldn't help but laugh along. The group's laughter grew as they reminisced about his infamous Hinge dates—stories of catfishing, awkward silences, and that one girl who had stood him up a record eight times.

Y/N leaned into George, her eyes shining with mirth. "But I'm the one who finally caught you," she whispered, her voice a gentle caress against his ear. "And I'm so happy I could be the one to save you from a life of swiping and ghosting."

Their friends' laughter grew, but George's gaze never left hers. "You didn't just save me," he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "You gave me a reason to stop looking." He placed a tender kiss on her cheek, the warmth of his lips leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

As the music played on, George watched his wife dance with her father, her smile never fading, her eyes shimmering with happiness. The moment was so perfect it hurt. He felt a gentle pat on his shoulder and turned to see Arthur, a solemn look on his face. "You know, George," Arthur said, his voice barely above a whisper, "you're the luckiest man here."

George nodded, the weight of Arthur's words sinking in. "I know," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "I never thought I'd find someone who could handle all of this—me, us, the fans, the chaos. But she does. She's my sanity in a world gone mad."

*****

The night grew later, the music slower, and the room more intimate. The air was thick with the scent of happiness and the warmth of a love that had conquered all. As the final notes of their first dance played out, George leaned in to kiss his wife, the sweetness of their union echoing in the silence that followed. Their friends and family cheered, but the couple remained lost in their own little world, oblivious to the applause.

The reception wound down, and the photographer captured their love in a series of candid shots, the flashes of the camera a stark contrast to the soft glow of the candlelit room. They mingled with their guests, thanking them for their presence, sharing laughs, and receiving well-wishes that felt like warm embraces. Each moment was a treasure, a memory to hold onto forever.

The rest of the night passed in a whirlwind of dance, laughter, and love. Each moment with Y/N felt like a gift, a precious memory to be stored away and cherished for the rest of their lives. They shared dances with their parents, the joy in their faces reflecting the happiness of their children. They watched as their friends paired off, spinning and laughing, the music weaving a tapestry of memories that would bind them all together for years to come.

Y/N leaned into George, her arms wrapped around his neck. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for saving me too."

George pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers. "Saving you?" He cocked his head, a question in his eyes.

Y/N nodded, her smile softening. "From a life of questionable life choices and questionable haircuts," she teased, her thumb gently tracing the line of his freshly trimmed hair. "But mostly, from the loneliness that comes from not knowing your soulmate is out there waiting for you."

George's heart swelled with gratitude, his eyes never leaving hers. "You've done more than that," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. "You've made me whole, Y/N. You've given me a purpose, a reason to wake up every morning with a smile."

Their friends had cleared the dance floor, giving them space to continue their intimate moment. The soft glow of the fairy lights above them cast a warm, romantic hue over the two of them, as if the universe itself was bending to highlight their love. Y/N's hand found its way to his cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped his eye. "And you've done the same for me," she murmured. "You've shown me that love isn't just a word in a book or a scene in a movie. It's real, it's messy, and it's beautiful."

Her words hit him like a tidal wave, the depth of her feelings resonating through his very being. He leaned into her touch, feeling the warmth of her skin, the gentle beat of her heart. "I never knew I could love someone like this," he confessed, his voice a whisper in the stillness of the night. "But here we are, and I can't imagine a single day without you by my side."

*****

The moon had risen high in the sky by the time the party began to wind down. The guests slowly started to say their goodbyes, each one offering congratulations and well wishes for a long and happy life together. As the last of the cars pulled away, George and Y/N stood on the porch, hand in hand, watching the taillights fade into the distance. The cool evening breeze danced around them, carrying with it the promise of a future filled with love and adventure.

Turning to face him, Y/N looked up into George's eyes, her own sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Ready for our grand finale?" she asked, a playful smile playing on her lips.

George raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Grand finale?"

"Mm-hmm," she nodded, her smile growing wider. "The part where we finally get to be alone."

"Alone?" George echoed, feigning innocence. "What could possibly happen when we're alone?"

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, I'm sure we can think of something," she teased, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

The banter between them was light, a playful dance of words that had become a hallmark of their relationship. George's cheeks flushed slightly, the humor in his eyes betraying his excitement. "First time as husband and wife, you mean," he clarified with a grin, squeezing her hand.

"Ah, yes," Y/N giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But you know what they say, practice makes perfect."

Without a moment's hesitation, George bent down, wrapping one arm under her knees and the other around her waist, and scooped her up into his arms. She squealed with delight, her gown fluttering around them as he spun her in a circle. "Let's get to it then, Mrs. Clarkey," he said, his grin growing wider with each passing second.

Her laughter was like music to his ears, a sweet symphony that had played on repeat in his mind since the moment they first met. "I can't wait," she exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with excitement. The night was still young, and the possibilities stretched out before them like a never-ending horizon.

Carrying her over the threshold, George felt his heart swell with a love so profound, it was almost painful. This was it—the start of their forever, a journey they would navigate together, hand in hand.

He kicked the door shut with his foot, the sound echoing through the now empty house. The quiet was a stark contrast to the buzz of the wedding, but it was a welcome one. The world outside could wait—this moment was theirs, and theirs alone.

[iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin]

love lies licky

~masterlist~ wc: 2k reader: afab!reader — reader is supposed to be like kristen stewart in love lies bleeding. you get the picture warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut; also mentions of crime/drugs/violence but no real specifics, just a backdrop; bad relationships with fathers summary: 80’s crime/city noir AU — reader is the owner of a seedy but successful gym and prettyrichboy!ricky walks in one night inquiring about a membership -- inspired by 2024 film love lies bleeding starring kstew and katy o'brian devastated by how long it too me to post something. truly sorry about that. i literally love you all so much!! enjoy.

EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT WARNINGS: oral (reader receiving), public sex, a little bit of stalking/watching, mentions of crime/drugs/violence, etc. but not overly dark— just a fun backdrop

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three.

two.

one.

it’s the kid across from you that just finished his set, but somehow you’re the one out of breath. black hair pushed back except for a few strands that have fallen into his eyes. a heart monitor band around his growing bicep as he places the free weights back onto the rack. veins popping from his slender wrists.

it’s at this moment you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror— jaw dropped as you recline back on the leg press. how long had you been sitting there?

you stand up, wondering if he’s noticed you yet. wouldn’t be the first time you’d snuck a glance in the past week. and it’s not like he’d called you out on it before.

and even if he did, you had a pretty good cover. you own the gym. as far as a legal defense, you’re just an extra attentive fitness manager.

keeping an eye out for your most interesting patron.

you make your way over to the front desk, reminded of some new member paperwork you’d been neglecting to file for a few hours. you should probably finish that before closing.

and you have every intention to do just that. but a particular exhale suddenly comes from the other side of the room. and it’s just out of your hands.

you set your stack of papers aside, walking back out onto the gym floor. you spot him instantly: on the leg press you’d previously been watching him from. he’s got a good amount of weight on it.

you’re actually concerned it might be too much.

when he’d first signed up for your gym a couple months ago, you’d actually fought the urge to laugh straight in his face. not to be misunderstood— he was a handsome kid. a tall, thin figure dressed in a designer coat with a pretty face to match. one that didn’t like to get roughed up much. he could be a runway model. or one of those cute teeny bopper boys that your niece likes.

buy your gym had a bit of reputation. it wasn’t really a place for boys like him. it was rough around the edges. maybe even a little seedy. but it’s where every bodybuilder went to get the best winning physique. results guaranteed.

“hi,” he’d said quietly with a polite smile. you frowned, removing your headphones off of only one ear.

“we don’t have a public restroom,” you’d replied, popping a mid-size bubblegum bubble in his face. “sorry.”

“oh no, uh,” he stuttered, hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “i wanted to sign up for a membership.”

wide eyes was an understatement. you couldn’t believe what’d just come out of his mouth. this little rich boy thought he could just waltz into your gym and join? did he really think he could survive that?

“get lost, kid,” you said, smacking your blue bubblegum. “you’re in over your head. how ‘bout you try one of those luxury gyms around the corner? probably more your style.”

he shook his head fervently. “no, wait! i—... i wanna join this gym.”

you raised an eyebrow at him. “yeah? and why the hell would you wanna do that?”

“because i want to do this,” he replied, brow furrowed in determination. “i wanna prove that i can do this.”

you stared at him for a long moment. you’d had a lot of people beg to join your gym before. and you’d had no problem showing them all the door. but there was something about this kid. you couldn’t tell if you wanted to watch him fail or succeed.

an exasperated sigh left your lungs as you pulled open your desk drawer and threw a booklet of paperwork at him. “fine. but i am not responsible for any injuries— physical, emotional, spiritual, medical, or financial— that you incur while at the gym.”

“financial?” he repeated warily.

“take a look around,” you said, gesturing to the worse-for-wear gym. “padlock your belongings all you want, but if someone here wants into your locker, they’re getting in. and if you walk around looking like that, you might as well just tattoo a giant target on your back.”

he looked down at the ground, swallowing nervously before meeting your gaze again. “understood.”

you couldn’t help but laugh. maybe he was just some rich shit looking for cheap steroids. he’d find that and more at your gym. you didn’t really care. but as you picked up a pen and handed it to him, his eyes lit up with excitement.

“what’s your name, kid?” you asked, taking a sip of the warm beer you’d left out on the welcome desk.

he looked up from the paperwork he was rapidly filling out, smiling as he answered...

“ricky.”

—

you hadn’t paid much attention to him at first. you figured he’d last a week at your gym at best. and you’d predicted accurately how that week would go. he was mugged three days in a row, approached to buy drugs persistently every half hour, and even took a pretty nasty punch to the gut from one of your best patrons: a heavyweight world champion powerlifter named steve.

but when monday rolled around the next week, you were taken aback to see ricky walking through the doors at 10 p.m. sharp.

he gave you a little wave. you nodded at him confusedly.

and then he went straight to work. just like he did the next night. and the next night. until two months had suddenly gone by.

and wouldn’t you know it— all of that hard work had begun to actually pay off. his arm muscles had grown significantly and his chest had broadened as well. of course, he was never gonna be the size of the regular bodybuilders in your gym. they were all on lethal amounts of steroids anyway.

but he looked... good. and you found his dedication to be kind of admirable. he was tougher than you ever could’ve imagined.

so after a couple months, you’d started moseying over from your welcome desk or whatever machine you were using to offer some help. maybe it was form correction or a spot or just some lackluster encouragement, but he seemed grateful to receive whatever it was you were willing to give him.

“if you don’t keep those fucking knees bent,” you’d corrected, lit cigarette in between your fingers and blue bubblegum twisted around your tongue.

“sorry, sorry,” ricky apologized, correcting his form immediately. “it’s just harder like this.”

“i bet it is, kid,” you’d replied, shaking your head. “thought you’d gotten stronger, but i guess not.”

“i have and you know it,” he protested, rolling his eyes. you smirk at him as he catches your eye in the mirror. “and i’m not a kid. i’m three years younger than you.”

“you’re a kid as long as you’re still living on daddy’s money,” you said, clucking your tongue disapprovingly. “some of us don’t even have a dad.”

the weight dropped from ricky’s hand, crashing onto the floor with a bang. he looked around awkwardly, picking it back up and mumbling, “sorry.”

“what? did that make you uncomfortable?” you asked, taking a drag. “figures. why’d you even sign up for this gym in the first place?”

ricky finished his set, placing the weights down on the ground carefully. “this is the gym you go to if you want the best results.”

“it certainly is,” you agreed with a smile. “but i assume you’d never been to a place on the wrong side of town like this before. like a baby deer in headlights, is what i’d call it.”

he shook his head. “you’re right. i guess i hadn’t. but i wanted to prove i could do this. and i thought this was my only shot.”

“you said that before,” you remarked with a frown. “‘prove i could do this’. why would you of all people have anything to prove to anyone?”

ricky shrugged. “just because i have a father, doesn’t mean he was happy to have me.”

after a moment, you huffed a laugh. “alright, kid. i get it.”

“and i also heard the owner of this gym was a total smokeshow,” he added, walking over to the water fountain and leaving you behind.

you fight a smile. “and?”

“and i wasn’t disappointed.”

—

you sit down on a raised utility bench, straddling it as you observe ricky at the leg press. it might be your fault he’d increased the weight so much— you’d been telling him to put some more emphasis on growing his leg muscles for a few days now. not that he didn’t already have good legs, but it’d be a shame if all the upper body work made him unproportional.

he’s handling it surprisingly well. good enough form to get him through a set. you watch as a bead of sweat drips down the side of his face.

and gasp softly when you unconsciously grind into the bench your straddling.

you’d like to claim you couldn’t help it. that it was a little mistake that you’d never make again. that you cared at all about being professional.

but you can’t. because you’re pressing yourself back into the cushion of the seat in a matter of seconds.

blame hormones. blame the time on the clock. blame the two beers you’d chugged within a half hour of each other or the adrenaline from the fight you broke up earlier in the night.

but the truth is, it’s his fault. it’s all him.

you look up from the cushion beneath you, expecting to see him completing his set, but instead, he’s sitting reclined on the machine— an amused expression on his face as he stares back at you.

“what muscles are you targeting over there?” he asks, one eyebrow raised. “pelvic floor?”

your mouth hangs open, not really sure what you could possibly say to deflect this situation.

ricky stands up, walking over to you carefully with his arms folded across his chest. “you know, that’s why i like this place so much. a lot of gyms are run by some corporate fuck who’s never even touched the equipment. but even the owner of this gym’s dedication to fitness is truly inspiring.”

“it was my dad’s gym,” you admit suddenly. “he willed it to me when he died.”

ricky looks at you thoughtfully before snorting. “i bet he’d be proud to see you using the equipment to its full potential.”

“i don’t care what he’d think,” you replied, shaking your head. “he’s dead.”

ricky smiles at this as he sinks to his knees in front of you. “lucky.”

he raises his brow quickly, asking for permission as his hands hover over your thighs. you nod slowly until his palms sink into your soft skin, kneading then gruffly. you push yourself closer to him, spreading your legs to show him where you really want him.

“a little desperate, hm?” ricky asks with a smirk, pushing his long fingers up the gaps of your short-shorts all the same. “don’t let any of these meatheads ever take you for a spin?”

“s’unprofessional,” you answer as he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down your legs— discarding them onto the gym floor.

you were never wearing any underwear.

“oh yeah? well what would you call what you’re doing right now?” he asks, pushing you gently down until your back is flat against the bench. hands gripping your thighs, he inches in closer until his lips finally connect with your core. “you know there’s still people in here right?”

you look around at the lingering gym members still pushing through their workouts. fuck ‘em, you think as you sigh contentedly. “i’d call it understandable.”

he grins before diving into you, lapping at all the wetness that’s already gathered at your opening for him. he takes it on his tongue, bringing it to your most sensitive area and swirling persistent circles around it.

you’re whimpering and you couldn’t be more surprised. the pretty boy gives good head? you thought guys like him usually used their money as foreplay instead.

your hands reach instinctively for his biceps, admiring up close how much he’s improved his own physique. they look even better wrapped around your legs, though.

you give them a squeeze and ricky’s lips pop off of you with a smack. the corner of his lips upturns cheekily, your juices dripping from his chin.

“not too bad, right?” he asks, eyes shining as he seeks your approval. “for a guy like me, i mean?”

you smile, running a hand through his hair and tugging at the roots. “not too bad at all.”

the reassurance lights up his face as he continues lapping at your heat with renewed passion. your climax approaches rapidly as he switches to sucking— the steady, quick suction on your clit sending you over the edge.

“fuck, oh my god,” you whine, your grip tightening around ricky’s arm as your thighs squeeze him closer to you. “i—… m’cumming.”

“fucking gorgeous,” he moans into your cunt as you ride out your high. a few deep breaths and you sit up, looking at the mess dripping from you and onto the bench. you can guarantee it’s not the first time thay bench has been covered in someone’s cum.

ricky hands you the container of sanitary wipes on the bench next to yours.

“don’t you think we should wait until we’re all done?” you ask with a smirk, eyeing the bulge that’s grown in his shorts.

but to your surprise, ricky shakes his head and stands up from the floor— walking back over to the leg press.

“back to work,” he says with a grin. “these hamstrings aren’t gonna build themselves. maybe you should get some work done, too.”

why that little shit—

you grab your cutoff denim shorts off the ground, grabbing the pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the back pocket.

if this kid wants to play…

you’ll just have to play, too.

[muscleloverz69]

Jock Juice

Ned was very anxious about moving into his dorm. Without knowing anyone at the university he had no choice but to go random and as luck would have it the only spots left were in the athletes housing. Ned had no interest in sports and found jocks completely obnoxious. Being a nerdy gay man Ned tried his best to steer clear but now his hands were tied. When Ned walked into his room he was met by a total jock. 

Jack was well over 6 feet tall with a square jaw, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tee and pants that left little to the imagination. Ned was embarrassed when he felt his dick twinge but he quickly ignored it. “Hey bro you must be the roomie, sup.” Jack extended a fist which Ned awkwardly bumped.

Jack turned out to be not nearly as bad as Ned was anticipating. Actually he was pretty nice. He did come back really late from parties and his football gear was littered around the entire room but Ned enjoyed being able to watch Jack change from the corner of his eye. Ned was being driven crazy, staring at the bulging muscles and broad figure of his roommate.

One day as Jack pulled off his pants after a day of classes, he noticed Ned staring at his big bulge. “Hey dude it's ok to look, I’m actually gay too.”

Ned felt his face go red but his mind was reeling from the revelation. “Oh sorry-.” Jack interrupted, “Seriously dude it's fine honestly I’d be down to have some fun with you but you need to know something first.”

Ned couldn’t believe his ears, “You’d want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but dude the thing is I have a curse.”

Ned looked confused as Jack explained, “I used to be a nerd just like you but one day I fucked a jock and now I look like this.” Jack flexed one of his thick biceps.

“Now whenever someone comes in contact with my fluids they become a jock too, it doesn't matter what they looked like before, nerds, girls, old guys they all become jocks.”

Ned stared at his sexy roommate for a moment, he couldn’t be serious, this had to be some kind of prank but he didn’t care. Ned crossed the room and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Ned laughed in his head for a minute before he felt a gentle fog fall on his brain. Jack pushed Ned off “Bruh I wasnt fucking with you, are you ok.”

“Bro--I mean Jack, I feel fine I think. Whatever, I'm going to bed.” Ned wanted to die. He thought Jack was a nice guy. Why would he pull such a mean prank, although he had no idea why he called Jack bro.

The next morning Ned woke up earlier than usual. He looked himself down in the mirror, he looked the same. Since he woke up early though Ned decided he might as well do something productive and went over to the campus gym.

Ned got to the gym and quickly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. That’s when Jack came up to him, “Hey bro, sorry about last night I guess you’re into the gym now, need some help?”

“Uh sure that’d be cool dud--Jack thanks.”

The two guys worked out together for the next couple hours, after Jack handed Ned a towel and as he did his sweaty hand brushed into his roommates. Ned hardly took note but did feel very tired from the workout.

Ned and Jack walked to the showers together. Ned started rubbing his body down with soap as he noticed some muscle he didn’t remember having. Nowhere near as much as Jack but his shoulders did seem broader, his chest protruded out just a bit, and his abs were showing. As he continued soaping his body he noticed his dick. It was throbbing hard and not only that it looked larger than he ever remembered it. Ned was hit with an overwhelming burning lust. He furiously started jacking off in the shower before cumming all over the tile floor.

Meanwhile Jack felt worried about Ned. He knew the kiss from the night before would result in some minor changes but as long as he was careful it didn’t have to go further unless he knew that’s what Ned wanted. Jack was torn though cute nerds like Ned were exactly his type and he wanted nothing more than to worship that thin nerdy body. 

Later that night Ned tried to study for his Calc exam but couldn’t remember anything. He was sure the questions must have been written wrong because nothing made sense. On top of that all he could think about was Jack’s body. He was losing his mind.

Ned stood up and faced Jack who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Bro I need you inside me.” Jack met Ned’s start 

“You sure bro?”

Ned jumped on top of Jack quickly ripping off his pants revealing muscular thighs and an almost footlong dick. Jack yelped in surprise but couldn’t stop himself from letting Ned’s tongue slide down his shaft. Jack’s hips bucked as Ned got face fucked. Pre entered Nick’s mouth, causing his biceps to enlarge to 18 inches, his face sharpened into a chiseled look although Jack could hardly notice as Nick deepthroated his monster dick. 

Jack began moaning louder, gripping Nick’s enlarged muscular ass before cumming right down Nick’s throat. Nick swallowed load after load before rolling off to the side. Nick felt an even heavier fog descend on his brain. All he could think about was sports, working out and, bussy.

Nick got up and tried to put on his tee shirt which was now skin tight. “Dude that was fuckin sick!” Jack was still laying in bed disappointed. Jack stared at Nicks new thick cock and massive muscles uninterestedly. Jack was really only attracted to nerds.

Nick laughed “Bro I gotta find some other nerd to blow me.”

[octuscle]

Hey, so I ran into a bit of a problem with my stupid car. I drove a pretty old model since I didn't have the money to afford a new one (I'm still training to be a doctor). But it finally broke down and now I need to get it fixed. The guy at the auto repair place told me I could borrow one of their models for the next few days for an "extra cost". I need a car to get to work so I was happy to accept and they gave me one of their old lifted trucks. But now I'm starting to wonder what exactly this extra cost is and why I'm suddenly so interested in cars and auto repair. I have a few days left with this truck before I need to return it so any advice would help.

Well, the first extra cost is the scorn and ridicule you get in college. This truck is really embarrassing. A gas guzzling behemoth that you need three parking spaces for. And you literally have to climb into the car. For someone for whom the walk from the parking lot to the lecture hall is already sport, this is of course a horror. You park at the end of the parking lot so that nobody can see you. But on the second day, pictures of you getting out of your car go viral on campus. It was a shitty idea to take the car.

Sitting alone in the canteen, you watch the video of yourself again… Yeah, it looks really silly, you'd be making fun of the lanky guy in that huge car yourself. Even though you'll be rid of this beast in a few days, thank God, and when you can finally drive your Prius again, you should do something for your body. It's not by chance that they say "Mens sana in corpore sano"… You're looking for a gym where no one from your faculty is guaranteed to be studying. A little outside. For men only. No courses, only iron. I'm sure none of your Crossfit or Pilates friends go there. All you need is for someone to post pictures of you using dumbbells online. You join online and arrange a trial session for tonight. You don't know yet whether this is a good idea.

You roll into the parking lot. A parking lot full of pickup trucks. A few lifted trucks too. But yours stands out. Yours is really huge. Somehow you're proud of it. You jump out of the cab and grab your gym bag from the passenger footwell. You've never been here before. But somehow you feel at home. The guy at reception greets you with a fist bump. "Hey, welcome to the dudes-only gym! I'm Chuck. You gotta be Lance, right? Sweet wheels you're rockin' there.". You reply that your name is actually "Lanny", but Chuck just grins and says that a guy like you with a car like that is hardly called Lanny.

Chuck shows you the gym, the changing rooms, the showers and, after you have changed into your workout clothes, takes you to the training area. A bunch of musclemen are sweating on the weights, grunting. The air is thick with sweat and testosterone. Chuck scrutinizes you. "Well, you're no newbie to pumping iron, bro. But a few more pounds of mass would really beef you up. Let me walk you through some of my top moves." This is actually the first time you've ever pumped iron… But you don't contradict me. And follow Chuck's instructions. You train together with Chuck for the first hour. After that, he has to go back to reception. It's only 8:00 pm. The gym is just starting to fill up. The guys here are not men of big words. A nod of the head. That's usually the whole conversation. Apart from the grunt you let out when you finish the last repetition of a sentence with your last ounce of strength, you don't say a word for the next few hours.

Chuck comes onto the training area at 00:30. You are about to get your biceps on fire. "Big boy, it's time, I want to call it a day." He stares at the tent in your pants. The thing is, if you give it your all on the dumbbells, you'll get a hard-on. The two of you are alone on the training area. You finish your last set. You check the result with a double bicep pose in front of the mirror. You pull down your pants. And you and Chuck call it a day.

The next day you park your baby right in front of the university entrance. It's still early, but you want to be back at the gym early. The early bird catches the worm, as they say at home with mom and dad on the farm.

Dann all this medicine shit is terribly tiring and boring. You almost fall asleep in the first lecture. In the cafeteria, you try to talk to a sane person about chiseling iron or tuning engines. But all the idiots here can talk about is medicine and patients and stuff like that. By 4 p.m. you can't take it anymore. You need some normal people around you now. You swap your doctor's coat for a sleeveless checked flannel shirt. You meet one of your professors in the hallway. He asks you if you are one of the janitors. He has a problem with his car. Finally, a sensible task. You were hoping he had a problem with his engine. You would have liked to have had a look at it. He drives a BMW 540, a cool car. But unfortunately, he just changed the language in his on-board computer from English to German. A little something for you. He thanks you and slips you five dollars. Pathetic nerds!

Chuck greets you with a fist bump. Rituals are rituals. He thinks his ass is still sore from yesterday. You should take it easy on him today. You grin, inspect his tight ass and say it's a disgrace. But then he’d probably have a sore throat tomorrow. You laugh. And you head off to the training area. Too bad about Chuck. But there'll be another ass to fill today. There are lots of tight asses here. But first you work on your own. Leg day!

The next day, park your baby right outside the entrance. It's still early, but you want to be back at the gym early. The early bird catches the worm, as they say at home with mom and dad on the farm. In the workshop, they call you the truck doc. Because you can fix any problem. And because you once studied medicine. That was a long time ago. It was an idea you had in your youth. But you're not a guy who works with his head. You work with your calloused hands. And with your heart. And your heart beats for mighty engines and mighty wheels!

[bits-and-babs]

I just read Playboy and... Oh boy. Damn. Bashful Joel is *the best.* Also, I'm so curious if they woke up Ellie lmao that would be horribly, deliciously awkward

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡

pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

word count: 819

warnings: awkward. Very subtle references to smut. Not proof read.

note: I loved this ask so much that I had to write it just for funsies. I think I try really hard (too hard) sometimes to be a serious writer when sometimes I’m in need of a little bit of fun! See the fic that inspired this ask here. PLEASE NOTE: at the end of this there are two dashes ( - - ) there is a glitch removing the last paragraph of my fic so this is the only way I can curb it!

Fuchsia blurs across Ellie’s cheekbones, encroaching on the skin of her throat and exposing her obvious discomfort in the silvery reflection of the wing mirror. You chew on the inside of your cheek raw as you watch her for hours, her eyes staring into the obscure image of the passing evergreen outside the window as though she was experiencing shell shock.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Kid,” Joel speaks up through the silence, his eyes drifting up to the wing mirror glass and assessing the image of Ellie’s reflected mortification. Outwardly cringing, she glances forward at Joel and shrugs awkwardly.

“Yeah, well, you were ‘uncharacteristically’ loud last night,” she mumbles under her breath, and you swear you feel your insides curdle. Joel’s eyebrow arches slightly in question, but you know exactly what she’s touching on, swallowing back your urge to explain and apologise.

“Gotta speak up, Kiddo. Can’t hear you on that side,” Joel reminds Ellie of his deaf ear, and you find yourself closing your eyes in mortification at his insistence to find out what was bugging the poor, tortured girl.

Ellie clears her throat with a shake of her head, sprawling out across the back seat in a dramatic flop.

“It’s not important.”

Joel, frustrated now, aims his scrutiny at you. His bronze eyes study your discomfort; his eyebrows pinched together when you form your lips around the words ‘she knows.’

The result is almost instantaneous—Joel’s grip on the leather steering wheel creaks, his knuckles white. You can practically see his stomach drop, and he lets out an awkward chuckle that lacks humour. Resting your elbow against the curve of the door, you hide your eyes behind your fingers.

“… Ellie,” Joel speaks tentatively, and you swear you can feel the almost nauseous discomfort radiating off the teenage girl in waves, “… Uh… When-“

“‘A man and a woman love each other very much’? Are you fuckin’ serious, Joel? Are you about to give me the birds and bees talk?!” Ellie scoffs, shaking her head, “You really are shoddy at this.”

“I didn’t-… I ain’t had to talk about this before,” Joel grumbles, teeth gritting as he rubs at the back of his neck to wipe the nervous sweat away.

“You don’t have to. You were both so noisy I got a pretty clear picture!” She pointed out viciously, and you swear you wished a Bloater would just run at the truck and flip it over, knocking you out and putting you out of your misery. You’re cringing so hard you swear you’ve tied your intestines in a knot.

“Shit-… ‘M sorry, Ellie. You shouldn’ta heard that…” Joel mumbles, and it’s like he’s getting his knuckles rapped with a ruler by his maths teacher. You’d never heard the gruff, unapologetic man sound so meek.

There’s a long stretch of silence, and it almost tempts you to peek through your digits and see what is happening. So quiet and tense is the atmosphere that the running engine of the ageing vehicle sounds like a mountain avalanche, rumbling within the contents of the van’s metal shell. You suppose a huge rock hitting you head on would be more optimal than this utterly humiliating conversation.

Joel damn near stalls the truck when Ellie speaks up, catching you both off guard with what she chooses to say next.

“… So… *Is* he smaller than the average American dick length?”

“Ellie!” You and Joel yell out in shock, and Ellie almost falls off the seat in her intense laughter, clutching at her stomach at the evident shame that decorates Joel’s expression.

“I’m just fuckin’ with ya! I don’t wanna know that shit!” She giggles, wiping tears from her waterline with her knuckles.

“Oh, fuck you,” you scoff, shaking your head and leaning it back against the headrest.

“No thanks, that’s what Joel is for.”

“Ellie, I swear I am gonna kick you out of this truck and make you walk to Wyoming,” you insist, pointing towards the door handle beside you with zeal.

“Got it, got it,” she chuckles, sitting up again, “But don’t think I’m lettin’ you off that easy. I hear anything nasty? I’m screaming so a runner comes and kills us all. It’s less painful than listening to what I heard last ni-…”

When you dare to look, poor Joel is staring vacantly ahead of him as he drives, looking as though he’s really wondering just why the *fuck* he decided to take this job from Marlene and whether or not Ellie would be able to find her own way to Wyoming if he dropped her off on the roadside and abandoned her. Surely scrappy little Ellie could deliver herself with a map and a single cereal bar for protection?

-

[siremasterlawrence]

Museum Of Horror 1: I Want Your Life

After a hard week I find myself wanting to let go of it all giving up on my dreams when it happens as a shooting star races through the sky and I open my window sliding on to the roof of my home as I stare at the night sky unable to sleep.One small section of the bold gold shooting star seems to rip from it racing to the mid huge ground of my back yard smashing in to it and leaving a massive hole in the back ground of my home as I slide off to see it in his glory.It shines blaring in to my face as I cannot try to explain what I see reaching in with both of my hands as I grasp it and lift it up to my eye line unknowingly my mind goes in to a random placing it next to my chest as it absorbs in to my skin.

Everything in my body switches to a type of a unknown frequency I have never felt of experienced until now as my eyes began to spin like in a merry go round and I blank out four hours waking up in some strange location a hotel room maybe who knows at this point. Panicking I get up rubbing like the window to get to my bathroom mirror only to the have the shock of my life because I am unable to comprehend why I look like this or how I look this and why do I feel like an entirely unique person because this is not my body but it’s empty. I slap myself a bit with enthusiasm because this has to be a dream, I must have been so worked for this last day that I need to be a new entity for a night and woah I go really extremely lucky tonight baby and I could not be happier with results or the fruit of my labor.

“Oh My God! I am touching Tyler Hoechlin’s face.” I say staring in to the mirror.

“What on earth is this a fever dream?” I am still questioning me.

“No! Look at his phones and his contacts.” I say.

“I wonder what he….mmmmmm” I think as I open my shirt.

“He won’t mind if I take a peak right?” I ask with a wink.

“Of course not hot shot! Go for it.” I reply to myself.

“Woah! Shaven very nice.” I think feeling his chest to torso.

“Tyler! I am going to strip.” I say to no one in particular.

“Yeah! I am going to sleep in for a while so if you excuse me.”

“Wait! Wait a second please!” A voice yells back at me matching the mirror.

“Ugh! What do you want?” I say sighing and rolling my eyes.

“You can’t take possession of my body even if you wanted to.” Hey says slamming fist on to the mirror.

“You assume I care, I wanted a new life so I took one.” I shrug my shoulders.

“I Am Not Going Back” I finish.

“You asshole!” He howls at me.

“What is happening? What the fuck?” He shouts.

“Oh buddy! You are fading away.”

“Nnnnooooooo!” He screams in one lays ditch effort but falls in to an endless purple

void.

“That is right bitch”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“This body is glorious”

“Once and for all”

“My life is going to be amazing”

“I will dominate all”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Yell better watch out”

“Motherfuckers “

“I am god”

“A God!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Now the claim both types of pussies “

“Have a wonderful week”

The end

[sturniol0]

drop it. m.s x fem! reader

summary: after matt has had an attitude all day for seemingly no reason, you decide to ask him about it, which results in his snapping at you. hours later, he comes up behind you and offers to make it up to you.

warnings: smut (p in v), fingering, oral (f! receiving), language, established relationship, pet names (baby, mama, princess), unprotected sex (wrap before u tap mf), mattitude, (poc reader), proofread? i think, pink-reader, blue-matt

11:48 | as i lay on matt's bed, i hear him let out a loud huff and i look up at him from my phone. i see that he has an annoyed expression plastered on his face. it's almost midnight, and he's had an attitude all day, which is not usually like him. so, i decide to finally speak up, "matty, what's wrong?" i say as i sit up on the bed to get a better look at him, placing my phone on the bed beside me.

he looks at me and sighs deeply. "nothing" he says with a stern tone, as if he wants me to believe him just so i don't ask anymore questions. i look at him with a blank face and blink repeatedly. "matt." i reply back sternly as well, wanting him to tell me the truth and he rolls his eyes. "what?" he asks, his voice growing more annoyed with every word. my face scrunches together and i easily get offended. "okay, first of all, lose the attitude." i reply sassily.

"what fucking attitude?" he asks harshly. "that fucking attitude. i'm not dumb matt. we've been dating for almost 7 months, i know when you have an attitude." i say, unamused with his tone of voice with me. "and watch your tone." i add, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at him, glancing over his features to see his facial expressions. "well obviously you don't, 'cause i don't have a fucking attitude. so, just drop it." he says rudely and huffs of annoyance.

i stare at him in disbelief for a few moments before standing up to get off the bed. "okay fine… you know what? i'm gonna go hang out with nick and chris. so...come get me when you pull that stick out of your ass, 'kay?" i say calmly and sarcastically smile before turning around and walking to the door. i exit the room and let out a huge sigh of relief. as much as i love matt, even i can't handle how bad his attitude is sometimes.

1:34 | chris and nick had both gone to sleep about ten minutes ago so the only choice i have is to face the wrath of matt right now. i walk upstairs and into the bathroom and brush my teeth. right before i turn to leave the bathroom, matt walks in and wraps his arms around my waist gently. i smile softly while looking at him through the mirror. "feel better?" i tease with a small smirk. he lays his chin on my shoulder and talks into my ear quietly, "mhm. i'm sorry, baby. let me make it up to you, yeah?" his words sending a shudder down my spine before he pulls my hair away from my neck and places a gentle kiss there. i could feel his bulge growing against me.

i hum in response and flutter my eyelashes shut softly. he places a few more gentle kisses there on my neck before pulling me into his room. he pins me against the back of his bedroom door and locks it before placing his big, soft hands on my waist. he pulls me back into another kiss and i snakily wrap my hands around his face as i pull him further into me. he slowly moves his hands up from my waist to the inside of my shirt, grabbing my tits and i moan softly into the kiss.

he easily removes my shirt, only pulling away from the kiss to pull it over my head and he throws it to the floor before placing his lips back on mine hungrily. i moan softly as i feel a wetness starting to form inside of my panties. with this, i gently push him back towards the bed. when we land on the bed, I land on top of his lap and i start to slight rock my hips against his for some sort of friction and relief, which causes both of us to moan breathily. it's clear we both want this immediately with the desperation in our every move. i unclip my bra and throw it on the floor before placing my lips back on his.

i start to rock my hips gently, my clothed clit rubbing against the bulge in his pants in the best ways. i let out another breathy moan and speed up my pace before pulling his shirt above his head and throwing it to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. his hands rush to grab my ass and he picks me up before placing me back on the bed, flat on my back. he hovers over me and starts placing aggressive kisses all over my neck. i moan softly as he makes his way down to my collarbone. then, down to my tits. he looks at them in admiration for a few moments before attaching his lips to my nipple.

i gasp and my hands immediately land in his hair, tugging at it slightly. "mmm.." i hum in a low, whiny voice. he detaches his lips from my nipple to show the other one the same affection. i let out a shaky breath once i felt him kissing a trail down my stomach, inching closer and closer to my soaking core. he places a kiss right above the waistband of my shorts before slowly pulling them down my legs with my panties in one swift movement. after throwing my clothes on the floor, he forwards all of his attention towards me and my dripping cunt. without thinking, he instantly moves his hand up to graze his finger through my folds, gathering up some of the wetness right on his finger before licking his fingers.

he spreads my thighs open a little wider to get a better view and smirks at the sight. "mmm... pussy's so wet for me already, mama?" he teases in a low tone of voice that could make me cum on the spot while looking back into my eyes. all i can do is softly hum at him in response to his words. he begins to kiss my inner thighs, each kiss closer to my throbbing pussy. suddenly, i feel his warm tongue laid flat against my clit. my body jolts in surprise and i let out a loud gasp before i throw my hand up to cover my mouth. my eyes snap shut and my hips buck upwards towards matt's face. he starts to swirl his tongue around and i moan against my hand. he reaches his hand up and pulls my hand back down to my side like my other one.

"i wanna hear you, princess." he speaks against my skin, sending vibrations through my body. he reattaches his lips to my clit and starts to gently suck on it. "fuck." i whimper and slightly push his head deeper into my core. i intertwine my fingers with his soft, brown locks, gripping it tightly. i throw my head back into the pillow as i let out a shaky breathy moan and begin to feel that familiar knot inside my stomach forming. my grip on his hair tightens as he speeds up the pace of his tongue. my legs start to tremble slightly. "c-close." i manage to choke out quietly.

matt adds his middle finger into my soaking cunt without warning and i let out a whimper of approval and pleasure. he then begins pumping his finger into me quickly and i bite my lip to contain my moans so i don't wake up nick and chris. he then adds another finger and starts to speed up his pace with both his tongue and his fingers. my eyes roll in the back of my head and i clench around his long, slender fingers as i feel my orgasm approaching. "i'm cumming! fuck, matt!" i say as i start to feel lightheaded and my eyes start to water a little as i let out my last final moan before i'm cumming around his fingers, my back arching off the bed.

i pant heavily, my chest heaving up and down as i slowly open my eyes, my vision slightly blurry. matt brings his two fingers to his mouth and sucks my juices off, letting out a soft groan. "taste so good, baby." he purrs lowly. "get on all fours." he demands quietly and i instantly comply, getting on my knees and hands in front of him. i hear his pants and underwear drop down to his ankles and he places his hands on my hips, pulling my back slightly to the very edge of the bed, my back arching at the coldness of his rings against my warm skin.

without any sort of warning, i feel him push into me slowly and i gasp, my breath getting caught in my throat and he groans softly. i flutter my eyes shut and furrow my eyebrows in discomfort before he starts to move. soon enough, i get adjusted to his size and the pain and discomfort transforms into pleasure. i whimper softly, still trying to keep my voice down as he picks up his pace, his hips thrusting into mine. i feel one of his hands gently move up my back until he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls it softly, my head tilting back as he picks up his pace again and i let out a soft and whiny moan.

"you feel so- so fucking good, mama." he chokes out, tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip gets tighter on my hip, his tip hitting my g spot with every thrust. he pulls my hair back tighter before i feel a stinging slap on my ass, moaning softly at the tingly sensation as his hand goes to grip my hip again. i start to feel that same knot in my stomach getting close to snapping and i know he's close to, his thrusts getting sloppier as his hips stutter into me. "matt..." i whimper breathlessly, my breaths coming in and out as gasps for air. "me too, baby. cum for me. i'm right- behind you." i groans softly and with his word, i cum around him, my back arching as i let out a strangled moan.

not even two seconds after, i feel his warm seed shoot into me and he lets out a shaky sigh as he slides out of me with a pop, his cum trickling out of me slowly. he walks away for a second, getting some baby wipe from out of his bedside table drawer before he comes back behind me and start to gently clean me up, doing the same with himself and throwing the wipe in the trash. he gets one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers before pulling me up gently by my hand and dressing me himself. "go lay down, baby." he says quietly and i nod my head before pulling up his cover and getting underneath it. i watch him as he dresses himself as well before he climbs into bed with me.

he moves a piece of hair from my face, his soft fingers lingering on my face. "i'm sorry about earlier." he say quietly, almost as if he's ashamed. "it's okay, baby. what was wrong?" i ask and place my hand onto his. he smiles softly as he thinks back on why he had an attitude. "cause i was frustrated. sexually." he says and chuckles softly, a low rumble coming from his throat and i roll my eyes playfully. "of course you were."

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ chapter 16: practice makes perfect

wc: 1.5k

The squeaking of your sneakers on the pristine wood floors harmonise with the music blasting from the speakers, wrapping around you in a protective bubble. Beads of sweat inch down your neck, your breath fogging up your glasses. 

You pant heavily as you strike your ending pose, music fading away in the background. Giving yourself a moment of peace, you quickly drank your water before checking the practice video. 

You frowned at the result, not completely pleased with how your solo performance looked. With a week left, you knew you could do better than what you were doing right now. 

Even if everyone said the performance was fine, you know it could be better. There’s always room for improvement. 

You start the music again, scurrying to your beginning position. The music begins, and you feel it take over you. 

Your body moves as if it’s on autopilot, being stirred by muscle memory alone. But it isn’t. You’re controlling each and every expression, every muscle and limb. You observe your face on the mirror, focusing on the finer details as the song continues. 

You look in the mirror once more as you finish the dance, slightly pleased with how some parts of the performance turned out this time. 

There is an eerie silence as you try to catch your breath, the room empty, except for the the sounds of your haggard breathing. And clapping. 

You shriek in fear as you turn towards the door. It was nearly 11pm, the company should be empty. 

You were not expecting to see Sunghoon at the door, face slack with shock. 

‘Sunghoon?? What the hell are you doing here?’ You yelped out, heart dropping to your feet in terror. ‘It’s so bloody late Hoon, you shouldn’t be here!’ 

‘If it’s so late, you shouldn’t be here either, no?’ He grins at you, cheeky smile covering his face. You roll your eyes in response, making your way to the couch in back. ‘To answer your question though, I'm here for my hoodie. I left it here when we were practicing earlier.’ He walks up to the couch, grabbing the hoodie hanging onto the armrest. 

‘That’s yours? I was wondering whose it was when I came in…’ Your thoughts trailed off, exhaustion settling into your bones. 

You close your eyes for a moment, taking in steady breaths. The couch dips beside you as Sunghoon sits, almost as if he was waiting for you. 

Just as you were about to say something, your stomach grumbled, loud and clear in the crystalline silence of the night. Your eyes shoot open, hands tightly wrapped around your stomach. 

A single beat of silence passes between you, as Sunghoon stared at you incredulously. He bursts out in laughter, howling at the expression on your face. Your head hits the back of the couch, groaning in embarrassment. 

‘God, I’m so sorry for laughing… on a more serious note, when did you last eat Y/n?’ You can see Sunghoon’s fingers wiping tears out of the corners of his eyes, his face relaxing into a more sincere expression. You can’t help but admire how charming he looks, his sharp features pressed into a concerned face. 

Shrugging at his question, you think back to when you last ate. ‘Maybe a couple hours ago? I don’t know, I think Channie hyung brought croissants for us at around 6…’ You try to recollect, only remembering the last group practice. 

‘Y/n how long have you been practicing for…’ Guilt immediately washes over your face, knowing that you overdid yourself. Sunghoon notices how you deflate, immediately brushing his question off. 

‘Never mind, I know you’ve probably been working your ass off. Let’s go get some ramen.’ He swiftly gets up, waiting for you to do the same. 

‘Sunghoon you don’t have to, it’s super late…’ You bite your lip in guilt, slowly making your way towards him. He shakes his head, soft brown hair bouncing with each movement. 

‘Okay but I want to, yeah? So just come on.’ He smiles at you, and you can’t help but insanity give in, his puppy eyes making your heart melt. 

You quickly gather your things and join him at the elevator. 

Sunghoon begins to tell you about his day, going off about something Riki did earlier. You can’t help but zone out completely, enamoured by the way he looked. 

The moonlight bounces off his hair, illuminating it with a gentle glow. His face distorts into animated expressions, eyes widening and narrowing, eyebrows following through. You want to cup his face, brush your thumbs along his eyebrows, maybe even kiss him. A dopey smile covers your face as you absentmindedly listen to him, nodding along to whatever he says. 

‘Whatever, we’re here anyways!’ Sunghoon opens the door for you, guiding you in with his hand on your back. You smile up at him in thanks. 

Before you could say anything, Sunghoon is steering you towards one of the seats. ‘Just sit here and rest, I’ll get everything.’ You barely process his words before he’s taking off, tall figure disappearing amongst the aisles. 

He’s back before you know it, tray in hand. He hands you the food before sitting beside you. ‘Thank you for this, Sunghoon.’ 

He smiles at you, digging into his own food. You join him happily, hunger gnawing away at your stomach. You eat in silence, practically inhaling the food. 

Finishing up quietly, you reach out for your wallet. ‘Don’t even think about paying me back.’ Sunghoon raises a finger in warning. 

‘How did you even know I was going to pay you back, huh? What if I wanted to buy something for myself?’ You pouted. You didn’t even know how he saw you. He raised his eyebrow at you, eyes burning a hole into your head. You roll your eyes in defeat, huffing to yourself. 

‘I was being serious though, let me at least buy you something.’ You give him a pointed look. 

‘Okay, but you can only pay me back with one item-’ Sunghoon starts, only to be interrupted by you. 

‘Your favourite coffee jelly? Tiramisu flavoured, right?’ You asked, leaping out of the chair. Sunghoon’s mouth forms a perfect ‘o’, shock covering his features. ‘How’d you know?’ 

‘I have my secrets.’ You rushed towards the candy aisle, looking for said jelly. Sunghoon didn’t need to know that you stalked his fan pages regularly, consuming every media that included his presence, even if it was for just a second. 

You found the jelly towards the top of the shelf, hidden behind a couple of items. You frowned at the height, trying you best to stretch your hand as much as you could. You even tried jumping and grabbing, only to fail miserably. 

You’re on your tiptoes now, one hand on the shelf for grip, and the other outstretched. You’re about to give up and just climb the shelves when you hear Sunghoon’s voice. 

‘What the hell are you trying to do? You’re going to break something!’ He walks up behind you, stretching over you to get the packet of jelly. In one swift motion, he grabs a packet and moves away. 

‘There you go.’ He hands you the packet, mockingly patting your head. You swatted his hand away, sticking your tongue out at him. ‘This isn’t enough, get one more packet!’ You whined. 

‘One’s enough!’ Sunghoon retorts. ‘Okay but I’m the one buying it for you? Get one more packet.’ You demand, poking his shoulder. 

‘I’m the one your buying it for! I don’t need two packets!’ Folding his arms, Sunghoon refuses. 

‘Okay then, don’t complain about Riki eating all your jellies then.’ You feel your back against the shelves, Sunghoon snatching another packet before coming down to face you. 

‘I’d rather die than have Riki eat all my jellies again.’ Sunghoon whispers in the most ominous voice. You burst out laughing, shaking your head at his antics. 

‘C’mon, let’s go.’ Your fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him along to the cash register. 

Sunghoon’s wrist burns at the contact, entire face turning a deep shade of crimson. He misses your touch when you let go to pay. 

‘Okay, let’s go!’ Sunghoon claps his hands. ‘Hoon, I can walk back to the dorms on my own!’ You stop him before he moves any further. 

‘Are you out of your mind? I am NOT letting you go alone. Now stop being stupid.’ He links his arm with yours, forcing you to walk beside him. 

The walk back to the dorms is relatively quiet, Sunghoon humming the occasional tune. You reach the dorms in no time. 

You hesitantly detach your arm from his, instantly missing his warmth. ‘This is it then…’ 

‘Mhm, get inside safely! Try not to wake anyone up, yeah?’ Sunghoon teases you, ruffling your hair. ‘Goodnight Ynnie, sleep well!’ He hugs you quickly, chest pressed flush against his for a quick moment. 

All the air in your lungs stills, mind reeling at the contact. ‘Thanks for the jelly!’ Sunghoon’s walking backwards now, waving goodbye. 

Your hand feel like jelly as you attempt to wave back to him. ‘Bye…’ Whispering more to yourself than him. 

You slightly lean against the gate, the cool metal against your cheek forcing you back to reality. 

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: back on that ynhoon grind how we feeling ! anyways, pleek vote sujung on mnet+ i beg

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[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks, halloween fluff ~

Keigo's a little out of breath as he hurries through the door, several shopping bags in hand and excitement coursing through his veins.

Up until about an hour ago he had been absolutely stumped on what to be for the costumed halloween charity event he was expected at tonight, but a stroke of genius had smacked him in the head and sent him running to the nearest costume shop.

The bathroom door is already closed when he comes home, music blasting from a speaker, so he knows Touya is already in there getting ready and Keigo doesn't wanna risk spoiling his costume too soon, so he gets to work in their bedroom.

He doesn't have as much time as he wished, but with some feather safe colored hairspray (like, ten cans of it actually), some of his own feathers de-attached and then re-attached in his hair, a pair of VERY orange pants and a fake beak later, and he could not be happier with the result.

He giddily hopped over to the bathroom door and knocked, and to his joy Touya hummed from inside, the hero threw the door open with a loud "TA-DAH!"

Touya turned from the mirror to look at his boyfriend, and stared.

And stared.

And then he stared some more.

Keigo rolled his eyes and threw both his arms and wings out again for added effect.

Touya's face finally broke into a confused grin.

"What..?" Touya started, and Keigo sighed, removing the fake beak so it's on the side of his face.

"I'm Big Bird!" he exclaimed, and Touya barked out a laugh.

"Yeah I... I got that," he chucked as he moved closer to his boyfriend to pet his yellow dyed feathers.

Keigo grinned and tilted his head to take in Touya's appearance.

"Oh my god, Hot Stuff, you look so..."

Keigo trailed off.

"Cute?" he finished, reaching up to pet Touya's fake ears.

Touya pouted.

"Cute?" he asked indignantly.

"I'm supposed to be a scary werewolf."

The fake fangs didn't make his pouting any less adorable, but Keigo kept that thought to himself for now.

"You are, babe, like so scary!" Keigo assured him quickly, but Touya still rolled his eyes.

"Sure, Big Bird," he mumbled with a small smirk.

Keigo dragged Touya over to the mirror by the sink and grinned at their reflections.

"We are so gonna win that costume contest," he declared confidently.

Touya grimaced, having, for a blessed moment, forgotten that they had to go out in public like this.

"The things I do for love, silly bird," he sighed and gave Keigo a quick kiss before putting the fake beak back into place.

Keigo chirped in reply, and Touya huffed.

Only for this bastard, alright.

[imamirrorballswiftie]

Unexpected

Ship: Quinlar

Warnings: Fluff, miscarriage, pregnancy

AN: Sooo I’ve finished CC3 like 3-4 days ago and I’m still not over it, probably wont be for a while and I just wanted to write a little Drabble here cause I felt like it, anyways hope you enjoy! Please don’t forget to like!!

Bryce knew, from the moment she woke, that something was different. She walked by to the bathroom, careful not to wake her mate, who had been bedridden for the last few days with the flu the cold weather wasn’t that big of a help, either, the snow making her blood freeze every time she saw it.

She walked into the bathroom, slowly shutting the door behind her, the hinges letting out a quiet groan despite her best attempt. She looked into the mirror in front of the sink. It was her eyes staring back, her own skin, hair and mouth yet… different. She knew what it was, she felt it before. But after last time… she took a deep, shaky breath, her hands shaking, opened the drawer beneath the sink, picking up one of the pregnancy tests lying right next to her small box of tampons.

She sat down on the bathroom ground, waiting for the results, hardly breathing. There was no shock when she saw the two very clear red lines. And no words to describe her feelings. Joy, sadness.. anger. Gods, what was she supposed to do now? What if… she took in a deep breath, she couldn’t cry, she knew Hunt’d feel it if she did through the bond, and she couldn’t put him through this again. She peeled herself off of the bathroom floor slowly, making her way back to their bed, plunging in, the pregnancy test hidden under her sleeve. Hunt pulls her in, as soon as she’s back, pulling her close, breathing her in though, luckily, unable to smell her due to the blocked nose he’d been complaining of non stop for the last week.

“Are you aright?” He asks gently, kissing the top of her pointy ear, “You were in there a while,”

“Yeah I’m fine, just feeling a little sick, I think I might’ve caught what you have.” Bryce whispered, closing her eyes again, hoping to go back to sleep.

Hunt hugged her tighter, “I’m sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you sick as well.”

Bryce shook her head, and fell back asleep against the voice of her mate’s beating heart.

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Later in the day, Bryce was sitting on the couch, finally managing to peel herself off the bed as the nausea faded towards the afternoon. Syrinx, planted firmly on her lap, was purring with all the attention he’d been receiving, not letting Bryce move an inch. “You can smell it on me can’t you ?” Bryce whispered into the chimera’s ear, rubbing right where he likes.

“Smell what?” Hunt asked, walking into the living room with no shirt, and only his sleep shorts, which did little to cover anything.

Of course he had to walk in right at that moment, he couldn’t wait another second and Bryce… she couldn’t lie to her mate, could she? She hated this, hated what happened to them, hated that every day she had to wake up, knowing, that she lost their baby, even though the medwitch assured her it had nothing to do with her, and that these things happened, especially with the member of Fae, she couldn’t help that every moment of every day, she felt responsible.

They’d been over the moon the last time, Bryce told all their friends and family with such joy, such excitement. They made plans on how they’d decorate the nursery, and even started discussing names when… one unfortunate evening, right when they were getting ready to go se her parents… at first she thought nothing of the pain, or the few drops of blood. All normal, her mom told her, that these things happened when she was pregnant with her, too. But the pain only grew, and in a few hours, they were lying on a bed with a medwitch, who told them she lost the baby. It took her 2 months to recover, to feel like herself again, like it wasn’t her fault and now… she wasn’t sure if she could go through that again.

She looked up, her lips shaking and started crying. Hunt was next to her in an instance, Syrinx almost biting him while hissing as Hunt pushed him off, pulling Bryce in, asking her what was wrong, and if she was hurt. She shook her head for the latter and pulled out he pregnancy test out of her sleeve, handing it to him. Hunt’s eyes softened, suddenly understanding her actions of the morning.

He hugged Bryce in, “Oh sweetheart,” he said, pulling her onto his lap, “It’s gonna be alright,”

“You don’t know that,” Bryce said, pulling away, the tears still rolling down her eyes, “What if…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence, her throat tightening with the unsaid words.

“Maybe not, but all we can do is hope, right?” He said, placing a hand onto her belly, “All I know is that no matter what, this baby will be loved and cherished by everyone, and that you’ll be an amazing mother.”

“What kind of a mother loses her child?” She said, half laughing with sorrow, unable to contain herself.

“Don’t you ever blame yourself for that. Ever. That had nothing to do with you, or your mothering abilities. Sometimes life just has its way.” Hunt said and kissed the top of her head, pulling her into his chest, “I love you, and I love our baby. She’s so, so lucky to have a mother like you.”

Bryce laughed slightly between the tears, “She?”

Hunt shrugged, “I feel like she’ll be a girl,” he said, bringing his head down and planting a kiss on her stomach, and Bryce felt butterflies flutter her stomach, the last few minutes forgotten. “Let’s not tell people for… a while, this time, okay?”

Hunt nodded, coming up to kiss his wife on the lips, “Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He whispered, wiping away her tears with hir calloused fingers, kissing some away with his soft lips. “We’re having a baby,” he said out loud, still trying to make it feel real.

“We’re having a baby.” Bryce said and laughed, kissing his Hunt back. No matter what, she knew they’d face it together.

Team Bryce and Hunt.

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[winniemaywebber]

Honeysuckle Rose

masterlist

part two

“This is the Greater Anglia service to Bury st Edmunds. Calling at Diss, Ipswich, Elmswell, Thurston and Bury st Edmunds.” 

The familiar voice of the train announcer startles Olive awake, her head banging against the strong plastic window. She finds that, embarrassingly, she'd been drooling and she wipes her chin with disgust. Pulling out a compact mirror from her handbag, she takes stock of her bleary red eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips, groaning at her rough appearance. All this was the result of a hangover, due to a celebration of her leaving the city the night prior. She had known it was a mistake the second she had agreed to having a going away party the very night before moving back to her hometown. Unfortunately, her fuck around and find out nature had consequences yet again, the movement of the train causing her stomach to churn, her insides doing somersaults and a subtle belch leaving an aftertaste of cheap cider clinging to her tongue. 

The countryside whizzes past the window as the train picks up speed from its previous stop, Olive trying her best to avoid looking at it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wishes to be anywhere but here - here on this train, moving back to her hometown after finding a job after drama school didn't work out, her parents being extremely blasé about what she would do or where she would go next. They'd packed up and moved to South Africa on a whim six months prior, leaving Olive even more lost and confused than she already was after being thrust into adulthood and self sufficiency. It wasn't until Grandma Pearl had called two weeks ago, saying she needed an extra pair of hands at home while her regular helper Joan adjusted to widowhood. Olive had agreed - very begrudgingly, however. The thought of going back home after all this time had caused Olive's shoulders to seize up, the tension wracking her body.

“Wow, Olive Lewis!” a voice cries from across the carriage. Turning around, Olive sees a redheaded man walking cockily towards her. It's only when he's right in front of her and she smells his familiar scent that she recognizes him. “Long time!” 

“It sure has been, Kyle. How’ve you been?”

“Oh, good, good, thanks. You here to visit?”

“No, actually,” Olive says, gesturing towards her two large suitcases sat in the chairs opposite her. “I'm moving back. Moving in with Pearl for a little while.”

"Shit,” he says, his eyes suddenly full of sympathy. “I'm sorry things didn't work out.”

“Nah, don't be. It's okay. I think I need it, anyway. London's too loud, too overwhelming. Glad to be back.” It couldn't sound more untrue, despite the smile she'd plastered on her face. 

“Maybe we can grab a drink? Like old times.”

“Oh, yeah, Kyle. Cos that went so well the first time.” She blinks up at him through your lashes, lips pursed before pushing a breath out and smiling. “I'd like that,” she says. “Let me get settled and I'll call you. Same number?”

“Same number,” he responds, before beginning to walk away. “See ya, Olive.”

"Bye, Kyle!”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she murmurs under her breath the second he's out of earshot. She'd been back in the county not even for half an hour and already the ghosts of her past were back to haunting her. Laying her head on the window and willing this migraine to disappear, she breathes out slowly, just wanting this day to be over. 

The train stops with a sudden jolt, Olive's head whacking against the plastic yet again. “Fuck me!” She yells, before staring apologetically at the other passengers. 

“Emergency stop. Cattle on train line. Thank you for your patience.” The booming, deep voice of the train conductor over the tannoy causes everyone to jump. So bloody British, a lady stands up and begins offering Murray Mints from a small bag. “We're going to be here a while,” she sings out, passing the bag along row by row. Taking one and smiling weakly in thanks, the nausea disappears the second the sweet is in her mouth. Peering out of the window once again, Olive takes in the place she grew up in, the beautiful green fields a shock to her eyes after living in a mostly gray, drizzly city like London for so long. 

Three dairy cows run along the field, the shell of an airplane stood in the middle of it. Trying her best to remember her local history, Olive recounts the model of the plane: a B-17, from when the Yanks had been stationed at nearby Thorpe Abbotts during the war. Feeling a strange nostalgia for a time she'll never get to experience, she pulls her book from her bag for the first time this journey, once again getting lost in A Midsummer Night's Dream.

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part 2

[keleren-ie]

Soooo...

*shyly tugs at @trickstarbrave 's skirt*

I've been writing something for a while (like, I started in july because I wanted it to be some kind of a birthday gift but huh yeah it's september now). Thanks to you I'm obsessed with nerevoryn now, so here's the result. It's not finished, nor am I satisfied with it but I dont think I'll ever be. So I'm trying to be brave and post it anyway.

It takes place in Moon-and-Star au, after meeting Vivec and before Sil, and is based on a mention of Gilvoth encouraging Nerevar to leave Kogoruhn. Nerevar is having a panic attack for no reason because I wanted Voryn to comfort him.

Anyway here's the thing :

Warning : possibly misused words, typos, and incorrect sentences. I am not a native english speaker.

Voryn was standing still, careful not to move as the tailor took measurements and stuck pins here and there. Now that he had finally stopped growing, his mother had decided that it was about time his ceremonial robes as future leader of House Dagoth were prepared. It was a pragmatic decision, as always with Morvani Dagoth : she still had years, maybe decades before passing out. But she anticipated it anyway, knowing full well that her son would have enough things to handle after her death, not to add standing not moving for hours for new clothes. Besides, those took time to sew and embroider, and he would need them quickly once he’d become the new head.

So there he was, lost in his mind and surrounded by a very punctilious and meticulous tailor, her assistants and apprentices, and a few servants. And Gilvoth was there too, for some reason. Voryn wasn’t really sure why exactly his oldest brother had invited himself, but there he was, standing in a corner of the room like he was keeping watch.

Voryn was used to this, but he was still bored, staring at the mirror in front of him while a maid did his hair. And so it was a relief when he saw the door opening and Nerevar’s head appeared, glancing inside. His until now neutral face cracked into a warm smile seeing his friend, and Nerevar smiled in return. His face was a little red, and he seemed slightly out of breath. He must have rushed here after his morning training, without taking time to drink or clean himself.

“Neht !” Voryn greeted him with a smile, and everyone turned their heads in his direction as Nerevar smiled back.

“Hey-“ The tailor cut him off “Oh no, out here you ! This room is already too crowded.” she snapped, motioning him to go away. Gilvoth stood up, and she corrected herself. “I didn’t mean this about you my lord, we are nearly done anyway” but he waved it off and mumbled something about having things to do anyway. Then the door closed, and Voryn was back to the pins.

It upset him that Nerevar was sent away so rudely, but then again the tailor had a point. The room was indeed crowded, but he wasn’t happy about it still. He would just have to wait for the trying-on session to be over, then.

Thankfully, they were actually nearly done and after a few more long minutes Voryn was allowed to leave. He rushed towards Nerevar’s room, eager to see his best friend. Despite him living in Kogoruhn, they had not seen each other much in the past few weeks. Of course Voryn had been busy as always, but there seemed to be something else.

Nerevar had changed in the last few years. Not that much, he was still himself, but he seemed more secretive than before. Back when they were children and teenagers, his best friend would tell him absolutely everything and never hide anything from him. But now Neht sometimes lied to Voryn when he asked him if everything was alright. Of course Voryn knew he was lying, he knew Nerevar well enough to see it immediatly. But he had pretented not to see it. Maybe it was simply because they were now both adults. Maybe it was because of that blow Nerevar took to the head a few years ago...Voryn didn’t know, and that incertitude killed him slowly but surely. Part of him tried to accept it ; it wasnt uncommon for childhood friends to grow apart after all, and if Nerevar wanted to leave he was free to do so. But by Mephala did he want to keep Nerevar by his side, as selfish as it was.

As he approached Nerevar’s room, Voryn noticed that the door was cracked open and there were voices coming from inside.

“I mean Voryn no harm, I swear ! He is my best friend and-“ That was Nerevar’s voice, defending himself. He was cut off by an angry voice Voryn knew just as well. “Don’t give me that shit you little s’wit !” Gilvoth. Voryn sped up, ready to defend his friend. He didn’t know what accusations Gilvoth had thrown at Nerevar, but if it implied hurting Voryn of fucking course he was wrong. “Do you think I am stupid ?! Or blind ? You sleeping next to him is already far too much. Be responsible once in your life and leave before you make something stupid. Think about-“

“What exactly are you talking about ?” Voryn threw open the door and stepped in, a snarl on his face.

---

After Nerevar got the door shut in his face, he retreated to his room. He was dirty from his earlier training session after all, and intended to clean himself up and change his clothes before he'd get a chance to see Voryn again. His mind trailed off as he walked, wondering how Voryn would look in ceremonial robes as the leader of House Dagoth. Of course he would look good, Voryn was a stunningly beautiful mer. But how exactly would he look ? His hair would look like a night sky, with stars of gold in it. The ceremonial markings on his face would be divine too, Nerevar knew it. Already his usual make-up was gorgeous, but the perspective of seeing Voryn as a lord in all his glory was so much. Gods knew Voryn deserved to be worshipped just as much as the good Three.

Even lost in his thoughts, Nerevar quickly noticed with surprise that Gilvoth was following him. Actually, Voryn’s brother followed him all the way to his room, and came inside without asking. Did he want to lecture Nerevar about disturbing Voryn in his duties ? It wouldnt be the first time. So many times Voryn's brothers - especially Gilvoth and Vemyn - had lectured him about his behaviour, his manners, or how he was dragging Voryn down. Most of the times when their younger brother wasnt around. Bunch of s'wits.

Gilvoth wore his lecture face, and when he pushed the door and put his hands on his hips, Nerevar prepared himself to endure whatever would be thrown at him. But he hadn't anticipated what was coming.

"I want you to stop disturbing Voryn during his duties. Or after. Don't you think it's time you leave him alone ?"

"I am not disturbing him," Nerevar countered "Voryn takes his role very seriously, if I bothered him he wouldn't hesitate to ask me to leave and-"

Gilvoth let out a loud sigh of exasperation. "I’ve had enough of your attitude." He snapped. "I have warned you already about staying away from my brother ! He is actively preparing to become our future lord now, so I don’t want to see you crawling around him, trying to ruin it. "

Nerevar opened his mouth, and closed it. "What ? I'm not-"

"Don't pretend you don't know ! I've seen how you look at him. Do you even realize this may cause rumors, scandals ? Do you even fucking care ?!" Gilvoth spat trough his teeth, a furious glare in his red eyes, and Nerevar started to panic.

Of course, he knew full-well what Gilvoth was talking about. He had always loved Voryn very dearly, but since a few years he had accepted the obvious truth that he actually did love Voryn, not simply as a friend. How could he not ? Voryn was the kindest soul he knew. Of course, not to most people. The young heir of House Dagoth could be cold, vicious and manipulative. But that knowledge only made his behaviour toward Nerevar sweeter. Knowing that his face was stern for others, but smiling for him. That he was composed and polite with strangers, but relaxed and sassy with Nerevar. That he loved critizing people, but always had words of encouragement for him. Of course he loved Voryn.

And of course Nerevar knew he didn't stand a chance. He was perfectly aware of the situation, actually. He knew Voryn was expected to marry another noble, to forge a strong alliance and have his own heirs in time. Besides, he had never shown any sign of affection apart from their friendship. And meanwhile Nerevar had been allowed to work for house Dagoth only because Morvani Dagoth loved spoiling her youngest son. Now that he was an adult, it was only a matter of time before they kicked him out. And maybe it was time.

But gods Nerevar wanted more. He wanted to stay at Voryn's side so much. To watch him become a lord. To serve him. As much as it was foolish.

“I mean Voryn no harm, I swear ! He is my best friend and-“

Gilvoth started to yell even more, and Nerevar winced. If he kept screaming everyone would hear and know, including Voryn. And he really didn't want-

The door was thrown open, and Voryn stepped inside, furious. Nerevar's face turned white, and his mind turned off.

---

Voryn walked into the room, ready to demand answers from Gilvoth, but before his stupid brother could say anything Nerevar stormed out, running like he was chased by a daedra.

"Neht ?!" Voryn called him, alarmed. He turned to Gilvoth once more. "What were you talking about ? What did you tell him ?"

Gilvoth seemed to hesitate. Clearly he was poundering his options. He couldn't get away with a lie : Nerevar was clearly distressed when he left, unable to look at Voryn.

"Gilvoth." Voryn spoke again, raising his voice. He was the future lord of House Dagoth, and brother or not Gilvoth would explain himself. "What. Did you. Tell him ?"

---

Nerevar ran like a devil through the streets outside the stronghold, his heart pounding in his chest.

Voryn knew. Voryn had heard Gilvoth, and now he hated him. He had looked so furious when he had entered the room, and no doubt he never wanted to see Nerevar again. Nerevar was already on thin ice with House Dagoth, but it seemed now they would finally kick him out.

He stopped at a small foutain, panting. He was panicking. Nerevar was well aware of it, but still his reasoning was perfectly sound. What other reaction might have Voryn had ? Why would anyone want to keep him after this ? He knew for a fact nobody except Voryn appreciated him here. It wasnt paranoia, it was sadly true.

And if he was being completely honest, it was doomed to happen sooner or later. Nerevar knew Voryn cared about him a lot, sometimes to the point of stupidity when they were younger. But now they were adults, and already Voryn had less and less time to spare with him. Despite living in the same stronghold - despite having their rooms in the same hallway - they had started to see each other less and less frequently over the last year. Slowly but surely they were growing apart already. At least their friendship would end swiftly then, instead of years and years of agony before they became strangers.

And he didn’t want it to end like their first life either, when he was nothing but a toxic tyrant keeping the mer he was obsessed with by his side. He knew Voryn didn’t love him in that lifetime, why would things be different now ? All Nerevar knew was that he couldn't bear to hurt Voryn with his selfishness again.

Nerevar needed to leave. But he ran away in such a hurry that he left all his stuff behind. His travel pack, his clothes, his sword...he couldn't leave without them. Maybe he could get them back tonight ? Go back to his room once everyone was asleep, collect his things and quietly leave Kogoruhn. And if he was expected he'd explain he was just packing to leave and would never bother them again. Yeah. Maybe that could work.

---

Voryn was besides himself trying to find Nerevar. He was still furious that his brother tried to shove Nerevar away, and worried for Neht. Nerevar had looked terrified and distressed after all, likely having a panic attack when he realized what Voryn had heard. Nerevar always acted like a strong and confident person, and he was up until a point. But Voryn also knew that he had always been afraid of rejection because of his childhood, and likely didn't want to face Voryn at the moment.

But mostly Voryn was overwhelmed by joy and hope, as selfish as it was. Nerevar loved him. He wasn't completely sure of it yet, but it made a lot of sense. "Maybe Nerevar loved him" was enough to make his heart flutter too. Voryn had hidden his feelings up until now, certain that Nerevar only liked him as a friend and very aware of the power imbalance between them. What if he confessed but Nerevar felt forced to play along ? But apparently, from what Gilvoth said and from Nerevar’s reaction...Neht loved him.

Nerevar was likely hiding away somewhere in Kogoruhn, if he hadn't left the town entirely. At least Nerevar was easy to spot, with his white hair and light skin. Most people in House Dagoth had darker hair and skin, not to mention that a lot of people knew him because he was the young lord's friend.

After asking the guards if Nerevar had left the city ("No, young lord") and to lead him gently back to the stronghold should he try to leave ("Yes, young lord"), Voryn went back to Nerevar’s room. He tried to remain calm but really he was worried for Nerevar.

Voryn had seen Nerevar a few times when he was in distress, and knew just how he didn’t do well alone in this kind of situations. He could be paranoid when triggered, and likely wouldn't calm down without someone he trusted by his side. And Voryn was about the only person Nerevar trusted. Maybe he could go to Vivec's place - the simple thought made Voryn furious - but it was unlikely.

Voryn was getting anxious, and hoped his hypothesis that Nerevar would return to his room at some point was correct. As he looked around, he could see that Neht had left without his sword. If there was one thing his stupid beloved 'guard' wouldn't abandon, it was his blade. All Voryn had to do was to wait. The chances of finding Nerevar by searching the city around the stronghold was too uncertain. He just had to be patient.

---

By the time the sun set, Nerevar had calmed down enough to compose himself and walk back to the stronghold, praying to the Good Three he would not cross anyone's path. Especially Voryn's. The guards and servants were ignoring him as usual, at least. Nerevar made his way to his room, half-expecting to find it empty with Gilvoth, Vemyn or Uthol ready to lecture him and kick him out for good. He inhaled deeply and opened the door.

His stuff was still here. But most importantly, Voryn was here. Nerevar opened his mouth in shock, as panick overwhelmed him all over again. He tensed, managed to mumble something along the line of "I'm sorry" and turned, ready to run away. Again. But before he could a spell hit him and he froze, paralyzed.

Now he was panicking.

---

Voryn was stupid. The most stupid idiotic dumbass of Resdayn.

After hours of anxious waiting, Nerevar had returned to his room. But upon seeing Voryn he mumbled something unintelligible and was about to run away. Panic got the better of him and he cast a spell to paralyze Nerevar. What kind of friend did this ? Voryn rushed to Nerevar, embracing him firmly before casting dispell and apologizing profusely.

"I'm so sorry Neht ! Gods I'm an idiot, I didn't mean to-" Nerevar was still as stiff as when he was paralyzed, but quickly Voryn felt him shaking in his arms. He tightened his embrace, knowing it had helped with Nerevar’s panic attacks in the past.

"It's okay, Neht. I'm here. I don’t know what's going on in your head but everything is alright" Voryn said softly, stroking Nerevar’s back with one hand and caressing his head with the other. "I-I'm sorry, Voryn, I'm so sorry..." Nerevar spoke with a shaky voice. "I'll leave Kogoruhn, I won't mess up your life anymore, I-" his voice cracked. "You don't have to pretend anything, I understand that you're upset with me and-"

Now Nerevar was just being delirious. Leaving Kogoruhn ? Messing up his life ? Voryn couldn't live without Nerevar. He needed him by his side. "Neht, please look at me" he said, his voice gentle and soft. Nerevar's breath was uneven, and after a few moments Voryn lifted his chin. His heart sunk seeing how devastated Nerevar looked, and as soon as their eyes met Neht's face twisted even more, and tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Voryn simply couldn't bear the sight. To oblivion with being cautious, he cupped his beloved's face and whispered "I love you". He saw many emotions cross Nerevar's eyes : shock, incredulity, hope, before he broke into heavy sobs, returning the embrace and hiding his face in Voryn's robes. Voryn started rubbing Nerevar's scalp, and resumed rubbing his back. "It's okay" he whispered, "let it out, Neht".

It was a bit awkward to confess and get a crying mer as a result, but likely Nerevar was still coping with his panic attack and had not yet fully processed what Voryn said.

Voryn tilted his head to press a kiss to Nerevar's head, and immediatly realized he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Holding Nerevar in his arms, whispering how much he loved him and would never leave him and peppering him with soft, tender kisses was everything he ever dreamt. And he did just that, pressing kiss after kiss on Nerevar’s face until the crying stopped.

"I'm sorry, I don’t know what happened" Nerevar finally whispered, looking down. Voryn was drying his cheeks from the spilled tears now, and slightly frowned. "What are you sorry for ? I love you, Neht".

Ah, how he loved that spark in Nerevar's eyes when he said that.

"No, I mean...sorry for. Panicking like this and causing a scene. I thought you were mad at me and that it made sense. You're a lord and well-"

"And you're the bravest, smartest, kindest and most beautiful mer I know" Voryn stated firmly. Nerevar looked up to meet his eyes, and there was so much love and adoration in his gaze that Voryn couldn't speak for three solid seconds. All he knew was that he desperately wanted to kiss him. But before that he needed to be sure, to hear it from Neht-

Voryn cupped Nerevar’s face, and with a hint of hesitation asked "What about you ? Do you...want me...?" And before he knew it Nerevar’s lips crashed against his, and his eyes fluttered shut as he moaned softly. It was incredible. Intense, hungry and desperate, just like them. Nerevar's tongue started to play with his own, and his hands gripped Voryn's waist.

"Yes. Yes, I love you, yes I want you more than anything !" Nerevar panted against Voryn's lips.

[ave09]

positive

gk!harvey dent x wife!reader

note: i can’t explain this one, it just popped into my mind and i thought ‘why not?’ pure fluff featuring stephanie and turner

“oh hell no.”

you glanced down at the positive test in front of you, feeling more nauseous by the second. 

how? 

how did this happen? 

you were always so careful.

“is everything okay in there?” 

“obviously not, turner!” 

you washed your hands before pushing open the bathroom door. stephanie and turner were waiting for you, expecting looks upon their faces.

there was an awkward silence before turner spoke, “so… am i gonna have a cousin?” 

you ran a hand through your hand before nodding, “it’s a possibility.” stephanie jumped up from her seated position on the floor, squeezing past you, her gaze locked on the pink test resting upon a paper towel on the counter. 

a gasp slipped past her lips, “oh my gosh!” her reaction was the complete opposite of yours. she rushed toward you, wrapping her arms around your body as she pulled you into a hug, “congratulations!”

you awkwardly hugged back, “thanks stephanie.” you tried to display happiness, but inside you were a mess of anxiety.

how would harvey react?

you had discussed the topic of children early in the marriage, but it hadn’t come up since then.

and with his job as district attorney, you doubted that children were a main priority. 

turner followed stephanie into the bathroom, a bright smile on his face, “if the baby’s a girl, her name should be raquelle, if baby’s a boy, benedict, one hundred percent.”

you forced out a laugh, trying to cover up how truly afraid you were. you still had hours before harvey got off of work, so you decided to spend it with two of your favorite people, trying to keep your mind off of the crazy news. 

-*-*-

you found yourself in you and harvey’s master bathroom, staring down at another positive test.

you’d taken two since you’d left wayne manor, both giving you the same result. “well, i’m screwed.” you whispered, your gaze flitting to your disheveled appearance in the mirror. 

“what am i even supposed to say? hey harvey, your pull out game sucks, i’m pregnant?”

“hi harvey, i know we never discussed having kids, but, we’re pregnant!” 

“harvey, this is a shock, considering how much protection we use, but apparently it doesn’t work well because look at us, i’m pregnant!”

you let out an audible groan. “what the fuck!!” you shouted. 

everything was happening too fast, and you felt lost. so with a heavy sigh, you moved toward the bathroom door, “okay, i’ll just keep it simple. just say, ‘beautiful, we’re pregnant-“

you swung the door open and froze. harvey stood outside the door, a surprised expression upon his face.

you were at a loss for words. “harv-i-uh-i..” you bit your lip nervously, waiting for him to say something. 

your husband remained silent for a long while until he whispered, “we’re pregnant?”

slowly, you nodded. afraid of his reaction. there was a pause before a bright smile spread across his face, “oh my god!” he exclaimed, rushing toward you, pulling her into a tight embrace. 

it shocked you. 

“y-you’re not mad?” you murmured. he pulled away, “mad?? oh honey, no, i’m not mad. why would i be mad?” he asked. you shrugged, “i.. i don’t know. this wasn’t in the cards for us-“

“i don’t care if it isn’t in the cards. sweetheart,” his hands moved to cup your face, “i am so happy. so, so happy.” he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, “i am so proud, baby. proud of us.” 

you felt tears sting your eyes. this wasn’t even a planned pregnancy, you weren’t trying, and yet, he was proud. 

“i love you so much. and i’m gonna love our kid just as much.” he kissed you again, and suddenly a thought came to mind. 

you pulled away slowly, “turner has some name requests already…” 

harvey rolled his eyes playfully, “yeah, that kid isn’t having any control in what we name our baby.” 

you laughed as harvey pulled you into another embrace, “this is amazing, honey. just amazing. i love you.” he was now repeating himself, his excitement unable to be contained. 

“i love you more.” you replied.

“i love you most.” 

“impossible.”