#also its been a million years since ive written

[mydearesthrry]

harry’s house home - h.s.

a/n: this is the cheesiest thing ive ever written okay. like its really sweet and almost cringey oopssss sorry. i hope you enjoy anyway !!! (p.s. originally was supposed to be titled harrys mojo dojo casa house but thats for another time)

🎀 warnings/cw: angst, swearing?? i actually dk, fluff, mention of flying anxiety, this is also completely unedited

🐇 pairing: famous!bf!harry styles x fem!reader

💐 wc: 2.1k

summary: it's not home without harry, you've come to realize.

This almost felt like a routine now. 

Lying awake in her king sized bed, she was staring up at projected stars on the ceiling, gnawing on her bottom lip as she let her mind drift away in thought. 

She misses him. Again. 

Due to Harry being on the second Europe/UK leg of tour, she had decided to stay at home for a little until the final show, and it had been a good month since she last saw Harry. She had begun to run on Harry’s time, adjusting her sleep to wherever in the world he was so that she could talk to him. Their time zone differences weren’t gracious enough sadly, and she was wide awake at 3:40 in the morning. 

Harry was busy so she couldn’t call or text him, and she wanted to let everything go as smoothly as they could so he could finally come home. Initially, she let herself be selfish and a bit greedy and took up almost 10 minutes of his time, texting back and forth and allowing her brain to read his responses in his voice. 

Contrary to popular belief, it was easy for y/n and Harry to have a relationship that could withstand whatever problems they may have faced because they communicated, but communication can only get you so far. 

She missed him. 

All-consumingly, selfishly, and overwhelmingly missed him. 

The amount of rocky moments that the couple had endured on the nearly 3 year long running tour had been more than the past 4 years of their relationship combined. Whether it be a schedule conflict, missed dates, late nights when she didn’t even know if he’d be home, nothing could compare to the feeling that she had swirling around in her chest right now. 

They’d gotten into a fight a few days ago and since then she had been hesitant to text and call him in fear that she would ruin his day, or even worse, his shows. She knew well that he wouldn’t let it show to his millions of fans, but she could read him like an open book and the guilt that would swell in her body would just make her shut down. But it was getting hard to be alone. It was hard being in such a big house that was filled to the brim with reminders of him, which in turn would remind her that she was alone and that he was on the other side of the world.

She allowed her emotions to take the reins, and as she slowly started to feel everything, she could feel a harsh tug in her chest. She put a hand to her heart, letting out a deep exhale as she felt the familiar sting of tears tingle her nose, sinuses becoming stuffy immediately. She scrunched up her nose, allowing the tears to fill her eyes as she let out her first breathy sob. It wasn’t uncommon for her now to cry over missing Harry. In fact, she’s never even told him the extent of how much she missed him, and just tried to deal with it on her own. But this time, she didn’t feel like she was strong enough to just let it pass. 

Picking up her phone, she quickly pulled up her favorites list in her phone, sobs still wracking her body as she tapped on Harry’s contact. She sniffled and tried her best to calm herself down as she heard the ringing coming from the phone signifying that he was receiving the call. 

“Hey, ‘M in a meeting. Everything ok?” And just like that, the entire dam broke open, and she let her emotions flood the room she was sitting in. 

“Harry,” she let out a pitiful whine, “I’m sorry I’m calling you like this, I- I knew you were in a meeting, and I’m sorry. And I know we’re in a fight and y’probably don’t want to talk to me, but I just… I need to hear your voice right now.” 

“Oh— um, yeah, hold on, baby. It’s okay, ‘m glad you called me. Give me two seconds, okay? ‘M gonna mute m’self t’tell Jeff I need to take 20, but I’ll be all yours in a sec.” He promises, voice immediately drenched in urgency. 

“Okay,” she whispers weakly, putting the phone on speaker and sinking back down into the mattress, laying the phone on her chest. There was an uncomfortable weight weighing her down from the inside out, and the pressure served as a good reminder to breathe as she anticipated the return of her boyfriend back to the phone. 

“M’kay baby, talk to me. What’s the matter? Are you okay?” His voice exits from her speaker, another whimper emitting from her throat without warning. 

“I jus— God, H. It’s so pathetic,” she sniffles, placing her hands over her eyes. “I jus’ miss you. So much.” 

“Oh lovie,” a few soft shuffles are heard from his end of the line, and you can only assume he found a quiet place to sit down. “I miss y’so so much more.” 

She nods even though she knows he can’t see her, but she knows her sweet boy knows her so well. “‘M trying to be supportive, trying to not freak out about you not being here, but it’s so hard, H.” 

Trying to stifle the aggressive breaths leaving her mouth, she composed the best she can before speaking again. “I just want you to come home. I know I’ll be with you in a couple of days, but I just want you home. ‘M sorry, it’s so selfish of me to say this when you’re all alo-“ 

“Shh, my love. It’s okay. Take deep breaths, can y’do that for me first really quick, sweet girl? Sweet sunshine baby, miss you so much.” Harry cuts her off, knowing that she would cry and gasp her way into a potentially dangerous situation, and he couldn’t handle the thought of her being in danger especially when he wasn’t there. 

“Okay, fuck, ‘M so sorry, H.” She breathes out, voice still wobbly, her breathing becoming a little more stable by the second. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, ‘s what I'm here for, isn’t it? Now, tell me what’s got you so upset that you’ve cried y’self out so hard that y’got a killer headache right now?” His lips quirk up at the soft, barely noticeable laugh coming from the other end of the line. One that probably would’ve gone unnoticed to anyone else, but not to Harry. 

“How’d you know? Hurts like hell, though. But, um— I miss you, a lot, obviously. And I hate that we’ve been fighting more now that you’re on the road again and I’m not with you, it doesn’t feel good because all I want is you here with me. All I want is you to come home. It- it feels so empty without you here.” 

“Princess, I-“ he starts, but she cuts him off before he could continue. 

“In all four years of our relationship, it’s never been so hard for us to be- us? And I thought about it, y’know, been crying myself to death over you, Mr. Styles, you’re quite the heartthrob. Literally.” You snort softly, trying to break the ice. Her lips draw up when she hears a matching chuckle coming from him. 

“Tell me then, what’d you realize, silly girl?” He says. 

“I don’t feel like I can be away form you for too long. It doesn’t feel like home here, and I think,” She whispers. “None of our places feel like home when you're not there. I think home has always been wherever you are.”

“Lovie,” Harry’s voice breaks, a telltale sign that he too was feeling the swell of emotion. “Y’breaking m’heart over here.”

“I’m sorry, I just– y'told me to be honest and you needed-”

“I needed to know. Thank y’for telling me, but I’ll see you so soon, Angel. Actually, I can even-” His voice cuts before more rustling is heard, and she can hear the muffled sounds of Harry’s voice, so she assumes that he’s pressed the phone to his chest. A few more brief hums are heard before a muffled ‘thank you!’ makes her brows furrow. “Right then, what’re you doing in like, say 4 to 5 hours?” 

She makes a confused face at this. “What? Uh– nothing, why?”

“You’re coming home, baby.”

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After exclamations of shock were given to Harry, he excuses himself from the call to get back to his meeting, leaving Y/N laying in her bed staring at the same stars that watched her weep in shock. She sits up with her hands on the white duvet, eyes wide as she whispers out, “I have to pack.”

Jumping out of her bed, she wheels her extra large suitcase out of hers and H’s shared walk-in closet, her green Pleasing beach bag already resting on one of the hooks on the bedroom door. A flurry of clothes, toiletries, makeup, and hair equipment gets sporadically thrown around the room, everything ultimately ending up in her suitcase. She places her more important items into her beach bag which now worked as her carry-on, and wheels everything out into the foyer. 

Checking the time which now reads 6:30, she calls for an Uber to arrive at their house to transport her to the LAX airport. Her flight was set to leave in 2 and half hours, leaving her with just enough time to check in, find her gate, and grab a coffee once she's got to her terminal.

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The long flight went just as expected, her fear of flying slightly eliminated by the (in her opinion, wildly unnecessary) first-class seating, courtesy of her incredibly dramatic boyfriend. She fell asleep 2 hours into the flight and slept for the majority of the it, her lack of sleep finally catching up to her. Waking up about 30 minutes before landing, she twists her head to open the window door, being greeted with the softest sunset she’s convinced she’s ever seen. And suddenly, her chest doesn’t feel as tight anymore.

The baggage claim was a wreck, delaying her from seeing Harry by another hour, but eventually, she made it into the car of the driver that Harry sent. Staring out the window, the condensation from the weather outside slightly obstructed her view of the beautiful city that she’d never seen before, and all she could think about was how she wanted to experience it with her love. 

“Ma’am, we’re here.” The driver calls from the front, distracting her from her thoughts. Thanking him profusely, she jumps out of the vehicle, running toward the back entrance that Jeff had texted her to go to. The security guard at the door, James, a kind older man who she’s known since she started dating Harry, opens his arms and greets her with a smile. She grins and runs into his arms, James lifting her a little. Her dynamic with James reminded her of the relationship she'd had with her late father, and that made him even more important and special to her. 

“Mi sonrisa,” She looks at him with a bright smile. “Welcome back.” 

“Muchas gracias, te he extrañado,” She greets back, grabbing the VIP pass that he’d pulled out of his pocket. “I’ll see you in a few, thank you for waiting for me!” 

A wide grin is now plastered on her face, nearly splitting her face in half. This is where she belonged. Skipping down the halls of the venue, occasionally asking a worker passing by where the hallways were to get to the dressing rooms. Once she finally found them, she walked up to Harry’s, a nervous twinge making itself known in her tummy. Raising a fist to knock, she taps on the door softly with her knuckles, waiting for Harry to answer the door. She doesn’t even have time to register that the door opened at all before she’s grabbed by Harry and immediately pulled into his arms.

“My sweet love,” His voice is hoarse, strained, almost as if he’d been crying. He pulls her back just enough to see her face, a soft smile on his face and green eyes shiny with tears. He places a kiss on her forehead, before dipping down to be eye level with her and laying the softest kiss on her lips. It was featherlight, and the room was quiet, so quiet, that the only sounds that were heard were their soft, slowly interconnecting breaths, and the soft smack of their lips breaking. Harry stared at her face once more, Y/N sharing the same sentiment, nothing but pure understanding in both of their eyes. It was Y/N who broke first this time, connecting their lips in a deeper, meaningful kiss. 

When they both pulled away, Harry pressed another kiss to her temple before cradling the back of her head with his hand, bringing her face into his neck. Tilting his head down to have his lips leveled with her ear, he whispered, “Welcome home.”

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[baiabay]

No Role Modelz (ATSV Black Cat Variant! Reader Insert)

Chapter 1: Scaredy-Cat

Prologue

Chapter 1: Current Chapter

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

^^links 2 chapters!! this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name ! <33

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A/N: Spot is here!!

 Hey all! Okay so first things first thank you so much for all the support of the last chapter! It honestly means alot given that ive never written before lol. Alsoooo sorry for the radio-silence after the last release, i just graduated highschool! So yay for me :) also means that ill have much more time to write since its summer break for me now. Lastly,sorry if this chapter seemed kinda slow, I wanted to try to incorporate what this universes’ Felicia Hardys “canon events”(or what would be of her canon events) would look like in this chapter to set up a bit of backstory, as someone who doesn’t read the comics nor play the games, pls forgive any inaccuracies in Felicias lore as I am only going based off of wikipedia (plus in this story reader is a minor so I wanted to exclude the nsfw trauma that Felicia goes through in og story) I also wanted to find out a way how to integrate reader into the main plot which is why i decided to feature Spot in this chapter :D thanks again for the support and don’t forget that this chapter along with any future ones will be posted to ao3/tumblr under the same title!

P.S. Much more Spider-Miles/Black Cat interactions next chapter!!

Word Count: 1844

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You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Seven months ago, Brooklyn, New York.

Your father - The Black Cat’s face on every screen in the country, but most importantly yours.

BREAKING NEWS: WORLD-RENOWNED CAT BURGLAR CAUGHT IN THE ACT : IDENTITY SHOCKS THE NATION

…huh?

LIVE ON THE SCENE: ‘BLACK CAT’ REVEALED TO BE MULTI MILLIONAIRE WALTER HARDY AFTER RUN-IN WITH SPIDER-MAN

…no, this-

THIS JUST IN: CAT BURGLAR WALTER HARDY PRESUMED DEAD AT HEIST SCENE - POSSESSIONS TO BE TURNED IN TO OFFICIALS

This can’t be happening.

It was all too much at once. 

He never kept it secret from you. You knew about your father’s job.

You knew all about what he did. The planning, the heists, the reselling, he had done it for years. And you knew all about it.  But he had been doing this for years. Long enough to allow your family to live very comfortably. Long enough that you believed he would never be caught.

But yet there you were, all that you knew burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Frantically packing everything you could into any bag you could find; clothes, money, pictures, weapons, anything - before they could take it away from you. 

And when they did, it was brutal. 

Live-streamed news coverage of men raiding your home, rummaging through your stuff- your father’s stuff- as if he never existed. 

Soon enough there were auctions. Bids, worth millions, on your father’s items, broadcasted across the nation, with drinks and music and finger foods - they made a fucking sport out of it. 

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the cheers in the street after the big-bad-black-cat was pronounced dead. The endless praise Spider-man received, that of which he took with a smile on his face. You had wished you could kill him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the day Peter Parker died.

You laughed.

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Seven months later, Brooklyn, New York.

Ugh.

Muscles aching, you stretched up in your bed, and groaned. Ruffling the bedhead out of your hair, you reluctantly trudged out of your mattress to open a window. Coincidentally, one of your many cats was perched perfectly on its sill, wide-eyed and tail flicking in your direction.

“...This whole heist stuff is really catching up to me, huh?”

The cat stared. You sighed. You really had to get yourself some friends.

Ever since your fathers passing, you’ve basically been on your own. Shortly after all his (and your) possessions were seized, you hopped around until you managed to find shelter in a shitty apartment on the west side of town. You, fueled purely by spite (with a tasteful teeny tiny dash of vengeance on the side), inherited the criminal persona of your father, along with his criminal tendencies, and took upon yourself the name of The Black Cat. 

All this time you’ve managed to keep your identity completely secret, not even your resellers knew who you were. That came with one major drawback though… you were extremely lonely.

Even with your frequent charity rounds around the community, noone really knew who you were. Even though Black Cat was nonviolent, the name was widely feared seemingly everywhere you went. Even with your days at school, the school you’ve been going to for months now, you made your way around the halls unnoticed. 

Speaking of school, you were late. 

Shit. 

Spending ample time dazing out your window, you’ve completely lost track of time. You disregarded your hair and rushed to pull on your uniform. Stumbling around your complex you hastily dumped too large of a portion of cat food into the automatic feeder, something you’re sure the cats will be grateful for. Shoving a few snacks into your bag, you simultaneously shuffled into your school shoes, proceeding to dash out the door. 

Sprinting down the stairs, nearly tripping once, twice, you whipped out your phone to check when the next bus route would arrive. 35 minutes.

Shitshitshit.

You paused, still in the stairwell, before turning to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the rooftop terrace. Creaking open the door, you checked to make sure noone else was up there before making your way towards the edge of the terrace. To anyone else but you, it would look like a young student was about to make an unfortunate decision and jump. And jump you did. 

You fell for a few seconds, relishing in the way your stomach dropped. You’d never get tired of that feeling. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. Pulling and releasing, you quickly fell into a swinging pattern, towards Brooklyn Visions. 

Hidden from the eyes of civilians, you swung yourself through the shadows. Everyone looked so small from up there, and for a brief second, you found power in your lonesome. In the corner of your eye you noticed what seemed to be a lanky white figure clumsily flying through the air. (You paid it no mind).

Dropping down into a dark alleyway much closer to campus, you continued your mad dash towards the main entrance. Winded, you finally made your way inside the building, a thin layer of sweat shined on your forehead. The hallways were empty, class must be in session. You took a few steps forward, making your way towards your classroom until being knocked over by a student, very evidently in a hurry. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’m just in a rush, I didn’t mean…”

The boy reached out his hand to help you up.

“Hey, it's no problem, I get it.”

You smiled, and took your hand in his. He hesitated for a moment, staring, brows furrowed at your now interlocked hands, before nodding and continuing his sprint down the hallways. 

You took in his disheveled appearance, his wonky tie, his half-tucked shirt, untied laces, dark eyes, curly hair, brown skin, sweaty palms…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted with the shrill ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, the hallways flooded with students rushing towards their next classes, you decided to follow suit. 

On the other side of the hallway, Miles Morales lingered on how his spidey-sense flashed alarms in his head when his hand touched yours. Every nerve in his system telling him to run, fight, dodge, anything to get away from you-he couldn't put his finger on why. (He paid it no mind). Blaming it on nerves, Miles shoved his way through the packed hallways, dreading the meeting waiting for him in the guidance counselor's office. 

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School was a bust, as always. Nothing new, you made your way through the rest of the day unnoticed. As always. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

At the moment, you were in the middle of going through numerous number-codes on a padlock blocking the vault door to an extremely expensive gemstone. You’ve been salivating over this stone for weeks now, planning out how and when exactly you would strike to get this thing in your hands. You could see it now, the headlines, the chaos, after some rando millionaire’s little rock was taken from him…

“Woah, hey, you’re new!”

You flinched, hard. Whipping around towards the source of this unusually chipper voice. You were met with… a cow? … Man?

You stared, hard. 

“Okay, hey. The ogling isn’t necessary… I just-”

The cowman’s sentence was cut short with a quick lash of your whip, that of which he caught…? Your whip seemed to phase right through a large black hole on his torso, the opposite end appearing in a similar black hole right behind you, the whips end striking your back. You cried out, hit with the full force of your lash.

Sinister giggles emerged from the spotted figure, pointed towards your pained form. You trembled, in shock. 

“It’s rude to interrupt.” 

Spot stepped slowly towards you, his…well, spots, whirring aggressively, pointedly. You were frozen on the ground. Staring up at him, your lips trembled open.

“What,” You coughed. Once, twice. “-what are you?”

The black and white figure straightened, only to then fold over into a dramatic, hilariously unthreatening pose. 

“You, can call me… The Sp-”

“Some sort of cow?” You snickered. It was now his turn to flinch, hard. 

“I am NOT a-” The cow cleared his throat. “I am not a cow…whydoeseveryonesaythat…I, am the most dangerous villain you’ve ever seen, The Spo-”

“I mean, what’s with that getup?” The grin on your face grew. “Is that… is that supposed to be a costume? Orrrr…” 

The Spot sighed, defeated. “...it’s skin.”

“It’s skin?” 

“Yes, yes, now I-”

You stood up, energy back and eyes crinkled. 

“Wow, that’s…hm, interesting…skin, that’s skin? Sorry, sorry-listen man, I uh, I really gotta get back to this, so if you don’t mind?”

Stepping backwards in offence, the spotted figure shook in anger before swinging out his arm, releasing numerous dark voids around the room. Hitting practically every surface, but one most importantly, landing on the vault door, separating you, from your stone.

“Ah-wait-”

Swiftly, The Spot weaved his way through his holes, limbs popping up and out around the room in a way you couldn’t even begin to reach for your whip. 

No way was he about to take it from you.

But take it, he did.

In what felt like seconds, the whole room was engulfed in black. Stumbling backwards, you fell through one of the voids, flailing ungracefully, swimming through nothing. 

It was hard to breathe. 

A shrill crackling terrorized your ears, and before you, appeared a very disheveled Spot, now fully black with white spots, facial dot whirring and trained on you.

Gem in hand. 

Panic.

You were panicking. The sound of blood thrummed in your ears as you squirmed around in nothingness. Fuck the rock, you just had to get out of here. 

A cold hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upwards, towards the crackling form. 

For the second time today, you were frozen.

“I am not a cow,”

The form spoke lowly.

“I am not some villain of the week”,

Frozen still, you did nothing but stare straight into his glare.

“I. Am. The Spot”.

Suddenly, you were dropped. For the second time today, your stomach dropped with you. Next thing you know you’re falling through another void, leading not into darkness, but through the city skyline. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. 

As soon as your feet reached a solid surface, your legs buckled. Heaving, you failed to process what just took place, heart pounding in your ears. 

“...the fuck was that?”

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Miles received word of commotion taking place downtown, something to do with spots. He had hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, and it was. It was, and was so much worse. 

Dark spots littered a large manor, maniacal cackling emerging from its center. In the corner of his eye a familiar masked figure hunched over, breathing rapidly, staring straight ahead at the mess of spots.

(He paid it some mind.)

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[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 25

welcome to the twenty-fifth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. ladies and gentlemen we are rocking in space by @mayerwien

LANCE do u like the taste of spam, van kieu because thats what ull get 1 glorious terabyte of def-not-garrison-approved viewing matl every hour on d hour

KEITH And now you’re blackmailing me. Wonderful. Look, I’ll tell you, alright? Not because your threat scares me, but because I’d like to cut this conversation as short as humanly possible.

LANCE glad ur being so cooperative ;) ;)

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Lance gets a new flight simulation partner. Lance makes a bunch of mixtapes. Lance falls in love?

Galaxy Garrison + texting au. For the Klance Zine!

i can confidently say, in my 6+ years of being a klance stan, i have never seen anything like this before or since. this fic is AMAZING. completely new idea, hilarious, sweet, and totally untouchable. i’ve always love testing fics that are done right (bc theyre always funny), and does this one ever knock it out of the park! the dynamics are amazing and the rivalry is EXQUISITE. bonus of vietnamese keith and filipino lance, and this one line (it’s a spoiler so im not going to put it here) that actually knocked me out of the water. its about the CHOICE.

2. But You’ll Peek Through by Barkour

It's weird, the things you get used to when you've been stuck in space for years. How much you miss home. Socializing regularly with only six people. No wifi. Your cranky boyfriend.

this is one of the earliest vld fics ever written, and it has a CROWN idk. this fic makes me feel so many emotions all at once. like  i miss u 2016 fic i miss u keith gyeong i miss u bitchy klance i miss u early voltron found family dynamic i miss u old lance’s family headcanons i miss u bamf team. rip to the earliest voltron fandom (also. how did this author know about romelle. in 2016.)

3. Pull Me Closer by @thewriter2

An ancient power dwells in Lance’s very bones. It hums a sweet song of the sea in Lance’s ear, calling him to the water. Keith’s bones are on fire as the very spirit of the flame lives in him. However, it’s these ancient powers that begin to pull them together; that shows them how to properly balance each other out

i SEARCHED for this fic. i made half my followers search with me too. this fic is bamf lance to the fucking max, and its AMAZING. how many of you have wanted waterbender lance so badly you could barely speak? firebender keith? if u said u didnt then ur lying. this fic has literally everything you could ask for in a canon divergence

4. The Homestead by @devooshawrites

Keith is hired for the summer to work on the farm of the McClain family. He and the youngest son of the family become good friends, though Keith might want more.

i am so fucking in love with aus like this. cowboy or farmboy where theyre quietly in love in their own bubble of the world?? i cannot get enough of them. i would read a million of them. this fic in particular is SO soft and tender, it is so so important to me. ive read it so many times. its one of those fics that brings a smile to your face that u literally cannot fight back

5. Prince Charming by @taylortot

Lance thinks that Prince Keith is just another stuck-up royal with an attitude problem until they spend some time together outside of the palace and he discovers that he couldn't have been more wrong.

Written for The First of Forever Zine!

this fic is SO tender it is sickeningly sweet. “rivals” to friends to lovers is so special to me, and no one does it like taylortot fr. love is stored in the tender moments away 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[wonik1ss]

౨ৎ The Office of IVE ! — an yujin [ 1.0k ]

000. an empty office [ fully written ] | masterlist

taglist : @takpayahtahu @dearyujimin @aeriniee @jinsoulinator @dollinin @minaripenguu @gayforalll @hyejuwu @tenjito @baewonlove @strawberrytoki

a/n : just a little background !

“ok that is everything ! I hope you all have a great first day.. good luck”. for the first time in fourth minutes you actually paid attention. leaving the room with the other transfers. the blonde girl pointed all over the place and started leading people to their desks.

“you didn’t pay attention either.. right?”. your head whipped to the side.

“oh yeah.. I’ve been working here for a year or two so I’m fine”. the shorter girls eyes went wide.

“I’ve only been working for four months.. I just got transferred because my boss was sick of me”. you laughed.

“we-“

“glasses following me”. the blonde girl didn’t even dare to look at you; she snapped her fingers and you waved good by to your new friend.

“this is your desk.. the post it note tells you what to do.. ask your boss if anything goes wrong for help..”. as you sat down, you looked up and the girl was already gone.

as you got to work you heard a small commotion.

“you heard that too?”. you jumped and the shorter girl yelled.

“ya..”

“oh I’m yeojin by the way..”. yeojin wheeled her chair around and you did too, you told her yours too. she shook your hand and then turned to face your bosses office.

“guess the glass was a bad decision then..”. you chuckled. a bunny looking girl threw papers at your boss and was coming your way. you and yeojin quickly went back to your cubicles.

“see ! one of your so called ‘workers’ are to busy.. shopping ! to even do there fucking job”. your mouth dropped open as the bunny girl pointed at you.

“you are so lucky your even here you know that..?”. the girl for closer and closer to you.

“your a little piece of shit in this b-“

“I think that’s enough nayeon”. your boss stepped infront of you and as she did nayeon shock her head and stormed out the office.

“ITS FUCKING MRS. IM TO TOU YUJIN”. you stared at the open door as nayeon tapped furiously on the elevator buttons.

“are you ok.. I understand if you want a day off.. I can-“. you waved your hands.

“oh no no I just got here I’m fine!”. that would be the first and last day you would see yujin show an once of cate until gaeul came. for a few days she always peered into yujin’s room. she never had much to do so you thought poor girl. which lead you to go up to her ever so often to start a conversation. the first one started with a freshly made coffee and muffin for her.

“oh your really didn’t need-“

“she won’t bite you..”. the girl scoffed.

“I.. I know that!”

“you don’t act like you do..!”. from their on your and gaeul joked about your scary boss. and every once in a while you would see yujin smile at you. next came rei. she came a few months later and took the cubicle right next to you.

she was shy like gaeul but anytime you tried to strike up a conversation she would shut it down real quick. that was until one day you saw her playing fortnite on her office computer.

the next day a few minutes before work was supposed to be over you and rei cornered her in her cubicle.

“I-“

“we know you like fortnite..”. gaeul said arms crossed.

“so we wanted to know if you would go to a pc bang with us..”. rei’s ears perked up at your words.

“that is..”. gaeul laughed and then straightened up when she saw Rei was bewildered.

“a big place with computers.. like a at home gaming set times a million”. rei’s smile went from ear to ear.

next was wonyoung. she was special. since yujin actually talked to her like she was an actual person. multiple times you had saw the girl sitting on one of the multiple tables in her office while wonyoung rolled her eyes.

wonyoung was different, it was obvious she was smart but also obvious that she was hired halfy for her personality. you tilted your head at the lollipop sta on your keyboard.

“jinnie said you liked them”. you jumped as wonyoung popped her head into your cubicle.

“how does sh-“

“she.. she’s your boss.. I mean our boss ofcourse she knows”. from then on random sweets and knick nacks appeared in your cubicle. which confused liz the next new hire a few months later.

“who.. who leaves those?”. you turned to the girl to your left and smiled.

“oh my friend wonyoung.. wony for short”. the girl pulled out a yellow note pad, scribbled something down and then smiled at you. a few days later a bunch of random gifts showed up in everyone’s cubicles.

a week later, boxes of donuts were ordered for the office with small letter of encouragement. the way liz smiled at you all showed it could only be her who did this.

your smiled as you walked into work. you had max such wonderful friends over the-

“mrs. y/l/n please come to my office please”. you stopped daydreaming and fast walked to yujin’s office. your head tilted at the little girl sitting in the chair just at her door.

“sorry to bother you but.. we have afresh higher that I need you to.. show the ropes to..”

“it’s fine.. but weren’t the new huggers showed everything before work..?”. yujin nodded and but her lip.

“yes but.. lee.. this one didn’t get the email because she just got accepted.. as a six month intern”. you nodded.

“ok I’ll get right to it”. as you bowed and went to leave you saw yujin open her mouth and slowly close it. as you closed the door you turned to the girl.

“hi I’m-“

“y/n mrs. yujin told me”. you nodded.

“and your..”

“lee hyunseo !”. the girl sprung up from her seat and bowed. this not so empty office just got a new hire you were starting to grow really fond of.

[spacedlexi]

Have you read the new clementine book? I'd like to hear your thoughts on it :D

i hate being reminded that it even exists 😭 out of grim curiosity i usually check to see whats going on at each release but its just..........................................its just so bad...............................................................................................

like its so out of character that i cant consider it canon even if i wanted to......... and its so BORING too!!! its so lame...........its So lame...

it doesnt make me sad anymore at least it just makes me laugh now (especially now after book 2) but like....darkly...just like... Oof...... oof......... but yeah the way clem is written specifically is actually laughable im sorry but that really is tangerine

i hate when characters get reverted just to retell the same story. like its doubly insulting. and its pretty much what tillie did with clem. and its BORING!!! and i just have to reiterate again that its also laughable. its just....painful honestly 💀 the plot is boring the characters are boring clem is a mess and her pre-existing (EXTREMELY IMPORTANT) relationships to characters from the game are basically non-existent. and we're not having any INTERESTING discussions!!! what are the themes what are the messages what is tillie trying to say here? im getting a big load of reused character arcs and what feels new falls flat on its face. clem isnt even a shadow of her former self shes a different character entirely. and she is crying waaaay too much. shes got the anger of S3 clem and not even a Fraction of the emotional regulation S1 clem had. and she was 8 then....

and her naming her prosthetic 'kenny' is fucking stupid

ive seen some people say that it would actually be an interesting comic if clem was removed from the story but i dont agree. its fucking lame and boring. i love the zombie setting for the stories it allows a writer to tell. for the emphasis on character it allows. and this is probably the most boring piece of zombie related media ive ever laid my eyes on. this definitely feels like it was written by a romance writer trying to figure out how the zombie setting Works as a storytelling device. with a beloved preexisting character that theyre Also trying to find the voice of. and we're watching it in real time. and its Painful.....

S4 will Always be the True end to clementines story. its too perfect. and it also marked the end of telltale. it was a love letter to the series. its very fitting for both clem as a character but also as a last goodbye from a beloved studio. the still not bitten teams signatures on the hallway walls always gets a sob outta me. that final goodbye... clem was meant to spend the rest of her days at ericsons with the community she helped cultivate. ive said it a million times but her losing her leg is Symbolic. the first episode isnt titled "done running" for no reason. clem never Liked being on the road. all she ever wanted was a safe place to call home. with people she trusted and loved. and now the comics are retconning all of that just to retell the same story but Badly. why should i give a shit about that?

whats unfortunate is that i DO think there are still things that could be explored with a post S4 clem. shes got what she wanted: a home. (relative) safety. community. however she has new limitations due to her injury. how would she adjust to this? after spending so many years on the road? after having to do so much independently? only having herself to rely on for the most part? these are the goals im trying to achieve with my own short little fic (that ive been working on for too long):

she would never Want to leave ericsons. home is what shes been looking for since S1. but now that shes Safe. now that she can turn off survival mode a little bit and actually Relax for once. shes going to begin Processing EVERYTHING shes been through up until this point. the true healing starts Now. but she cant run from it. so how would she reconcile these things? the whole point of ericsons was that they were a community of traumatized kids who found love and support in each other when they had nothing else. aj says it himself (S4 is Very clear in its messaging). THAT is the perfect setting for clem to ALSO have this grieving/acceptance process that she Desperately needs. everything shes been through up until this point is going to hit her like a truck. the true healing starts NOW. shes no longer fighting for her life 25/8. and when the brain can get out of survival mode it begins True processing mode.

one of the issues with the comics is that it puts her BACK into survival mode. but of clems own choosing! no matter how much her processing hurts and no matter how much she could want to run from those feelings, she has always wanted True Community more than Anything. having to reconcile those feelings is interesting! i Do think tillie is trying to have some of these conversations. but they all fall flat. her understanding of clem as a character is weak. and the environment shes in is not conducive to the healing process she wants clem to have. its a mess. i will always stand firmly in the camp that these comics should have taken place in the gap between seasons 3 and 4. that change alone wouldve boosted the comic. but unfortunately they chose.....This

anyway. back to my own post S4 adventures :)

[reductionisms]

okay hi. how are you! you mightve noticed me liking and reblogging millions of your gintama posts. to which i say... teehee gomen? ;^__^ just wanted yo say i love the way your analysis and also the gintama math posts?!!!??!!! not saying im getting everything because im not (<- studied math for 3 years but not in english so i dont understand some of it) but yeah its was a nice approach. and im saving them to read later again when its not 2am

now for the ASK: have you thought about making a pinned post of all your analysis/the gintama math series? i would love to have them in one place

and the second ask: i noticed you and another blog (joleetwo i think?)(im planning on stalking all their gintama posts too. when it's not 2am) talking about gintoki = shouyo. would you explain it a bit? or if you already have, can you send the link?

THANK YOU!!!

hi!

tyyy, you flatter me too much... tbf even though i study math im pretty bad at it so i dont get everything either& half of what i write is abuse of notation lol

as for mathematics posting, unfortunately ive been sick on and off for the last 3 months and also very busy, so i didnt get to continue the tama series (im hoping to add it eventually, but right now its just the first installment). my other misc gintamaposting, including math posting (everything is math posting to me even if it isnt), is under “goose tag” in my archive if youd like to check it out. there’s also this compendium* i made of things i think are gintama math posting from other gintama mathematicians i love and admire. (*from early 24 so not updated since then- so not comprehensive)

as for shouyou=gintoki, i havent written on this specifically since it’s just something i carry with me always… in the first, in 519-20 when takasugi sees shouyou in his eye, in the next panel he sees gintoki in that exact position. to me, the first time i watched that, it just sort of clicked.

philosophically, gintama has this theme of what makes someone human. i feel like humanity here must be given to you by someone else (you have to be Named by them)— and it sort of aligns with the passing of promises (4devas, coan flashback)— that is, the passing of someone’s will. jirocho promises otose’s husband to protect kabukicho, which is otose’s husband’s will, and then gintoki promises jirocho to do the same, etc. similarly, gintoki upholds shouyou’s promise to protect their friends— which i am inclined to think is at least partially constitutive of shouyou’s person. that is, shouyou strove against utsuro to love and protect humans, which is what differentiated him from utsuro and eventually made him human (through gintoki, who makes him human). so gintoki receives shouyou’s promise, which is shouyou’s self (“a samurai is one who disciplines their weaker self”—follows this promise—self tied to promise), and on the cliff he acts it out. ie, by participating in shouyou’s will gintoki becomes shouyou. as do many people in gintama. and none at all. anyways unfortunately im sick and low energy so this is a bad explanation but hopefully that makes sense? Im sure joelle has written on this as well, as a heads up id just check with him to make sure he’s okay with spam notifs before going through his blog.

ty for the mathematics love since i love mathematics posting, & have a wonderful day!

[usafphantom2]

F-35 To Get Meteor, SPEAR 3 Missiles “By End Of Decade”

The new weapons will provide an especially lethal combination with the F-35’s stealth and forthcoming upgraded sensors.

Thomas NewdickPUBLISHED Jan 22, 2024 12:57 PM EST

F-35 SPEAR METEOR

MBDA

The U.K. Ministry of Defense has confirmed that its F-35B stealth fighters will be armed with Meteor air-to-air missiles and SPEAR 3 precision-guided standoff munitions by the “end of the decade.” The new weapons promise to bring a major leap in capability for the F-35B, especially when combined with the enhancements that the Block 4 upgrade will provide, especially for the aircraft’s radar, which will make the Meteor even more formidable.

In response to a written question in the U.K. parliament, James Cartlidge, a Minister of State in the Ministry of Defense, confirmed the timeline to integrate the two weapons.

An F-35B, presented together with ASRAAM, SPEAR 3, and Meteor missiles, with a concept model for the next-generation Tempest stealth fighter seen on the far left. Crown Copyright

“The U.K. Lightning Force currently operates the Advanced Medium-Range Air-to-Air Missile (AMRAAM), the Advanced Short-Range Air-to-Air Missile (ASRAAM), and the Paveway IV precision-guided bomb. By the end of the decade, both Meteor and SPEAR 3 will also be integrated to U.K. F-35s.”

Previously, the government had said that the U.K. F-35B would be armed with Meteor by the “middle of this decade,” while a date of 2027 at the earliest had also been given in a government report dated February 2022. The latest statement doesn’t necessarily contradict that since it also includes the integration of SPEAR 3, which may take longer.

An F-35 carrying a pair of AIM-120 AMRAAMs in one of its two weapons bays. Crown Copyright

The introduction of the two new missiles on the F-35 has been in the works for some time now.

In 2019, Lockheed Martin received initial funding to start integration, although preliminary work was already underway by that point.

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In 2021, European missile house MBDA and BAE Systems announced they had secured additional funding from the British and Italian governments to complete the integration. The funding was thought to be worth around $400 million and covered both the short takeoff and vertical landing F-35B (as operated by the United Kingdom and Italy) and the conventional takeoff and landing F-35A (acquired by Italy, and many others, but not the United Kingdom).

Meteor, which is already in service on British Eurofighter Typhoons, and which completed operational testing and evaluation (OT&E) on Italian Eurofighters late last year, is a weapon that The War Zone has discussed in depth in the past.

A U.K. Royal Air Force Typhoon takes off, loaded with Meteor missiles below the fuselage. Crown Copyright

The beyond-visual-range air-to-air missile, or BVRAAM, is often named as the most capable weapon in its class. While that’s debatable, there’s no doubt that Meteor offers powerful capabilities, some of which are unique.

From the outset, Meteor was intended to better the range and overall kinematic performance of the AMRAAM. This is achieved primarily through its novel propulsion system, with a solid-fuel, variable-flow, ducted rocket (or ramjet). This means the missile can throttle its engine during different phases of flight, ensuring that it still has plenty of energy during its terminal attack — when traditional air-to-air missile motors are normally losing energy.

In this way, the missile’s ‘no-escape zone’ is dramatically increased, reducing the chance of the target being able to defeat the Meteor through high-energy maneuvering at the endgame of the engagement. This endgame could be played out at up to 130 miles away from its launching platform — range claims for Meteor differ widely and the actual figure is a closely guarded secret. An air-to-air missile's range is also highly dependent on a wide number of factors, including track of the target and the height and speed of the launch platform.

The ‘smart’ powerplant in the Meteor is combined with a two-way datalink, which supplements the missile’s active X-band radar seeker, providing the Meteor with inflight updates as it flies out to the target. However, the advantage of being able to throttle the motor means that the autopilot can provide the most efficient flight profile to the target for very long-range shots.

The then U.K. Secretary of State for Defense, Gavin Williamson (center), is shown a Meteor missile by MBDA staff at their factory. Crown Copyright

At the same time, the datalink can feed the missile with mid-course guidance updates from ‘third party’ sources, as well as the aircraft that launched it. These might include other fighters, airborne early warning and control (AEW&C) aircraft, or even sensors on land and at sea.

With its unrivaled suite of sensors, the F-35 is equipped as good, if not better, than perhaps any other fighter to provide targeting data to the Meteor, but the ability for the missile to receive mid-course updates from other sources means the launch aircraft might not even need to use its radar at all to engage the target. For a stealth aircraft like the F-35, this is especially important, allowing for an entirely passive engagement that maximizes the aircraft's stealth attributes.

An artist’s impression of an F-35 armed with SPEAR 3 and Meteor. MBDA

Furthermore, the two-way nature of the datalink means that the pilot that launched the Meteor will receive information on the missile’s fuel, energy, and tracking state, helping them decide on whether to fire another, disengage or even assign another target altogether.

While the AIM-120D AMRAAM that can arm the F-35 also offers a two-way datalink with third-party targeting capabilities, and many other advantages over older ‘Slammers,’ including significantly extended range, but it doesn’t have a ramjet motor and all the benefits that brings.

An AIM-120D-3 AMRAAM sits at Raytheon’s Tucson, Arizona plant. Raytheon

Clearly, Meteor can offer a fourth-generation fighter like the Typhoon a significant edge in air combat, but this will be magnified when it starts to be carried by a stealth fighter.

Essentially, the F-35’s combination of low radar cross-section, powerful integrated sensors, and advanced information systems will ensure that it can ‘see and not be seen,’ while Meteor will allow it to engage aerial targets at long range, taking out hostile aircraft long before they even know an enemy fighter is present. This will be of particular relevance in the kinds of highly contested airspace that will be expected in a potential future conflict with China, for example. That extra range is also important as advanced infrared search and track systems improve and proliferate.

At the same time, the future Block 4 version of the F-35 will be even better able to maximize the capabilities inherent in Meteor. Block 4 is a massive upgrade initiative and something that we have examined in the past. We know it will include a new multifunction active electronically scanned array (AESA) radar designated as AN/APG-85 as well as advanced electronic warfare capabilities. As for the radar, this is expected to be a Gallium Nitride (GaN)-based system, that should significantly boost radar range and resolution. Combined with Meteor, this will make the F-35 even more lethal, especially in long-range engagements of the type in which the missile excels.

An infographic showing future U.K. F-35 weapons, (1) ASRAAM, currently carried; (2) Meteor; (3) SPEAR 3. MBDA

It's worth noting that Meteor will be carried internally by the F-35, ensuring that it preserves its stealth characteristics. The downside is that the aircraft will only carry four Meteors internally in an air-to-air role, reduced to two when carrying offensive ordnance internally (e.g., two Meteors and eight SPEARs).

The F-35’s ability to carry only four internal AMRAAMs, at least in its current form, is something that is now being addressed under the U.S. Sidekick program, separate from Block 4, and which will allow the F-35A and F-35C to add another two of these missiles in its weapons bays. After all, whatever the capabilities of the air-to-air missile, pilots are likely going to want more of those weapons. It isn't clear if Sidekick will be able to accommodate Meteor, but it doesn't look like it will be available for the F-35B's smaller bays, regardless. External carriage could be a good option for some missions though, especially ones where the long reach of Meteor will provide enough capability to counter known threats without the need for maximum stealth.

While Meteor should help the F-35 achieve dominance in the air-to-air arena, the SPEAR 3 will bring significant advantages in air-to-ground/surface missions.

The United Kingdom already invested almost $700 million in SPEAR 3, with a contract announced in 2021, to arm its F-35Bs. The country has very high hopes for the weapon, with the Royal Air Force stating that it will “become the Lightning’s primary air-to-ground weapon … over the next decade.”

An artist’s impression showing SPEAR 3 deployed by a Typhoon and an F-35. MBDA

The SPEAR 3 (Selective Precision Effects At Range Capability 3) is a further development of the short-range Brimstone missile, with a turbojet engine and pop-out wings to ensure a range of more than 87 miles and a high subsonic speed.

SPEAR 3 is another weapon that we’ve examined in depth in the past. Suffice it to say, it’s intended to engage static and moving targets on land and at sea in all weather, day and night. This ability is conferred by its tri-mode seeker which offers radar, infrared, and laser homing. After reaching the target area under GPS and inertial navigation, SPEAR 3 can autonomously identify and prosecute targets, or target coordinates can be sent to the missile via datalink, exploiting the launch platform’s sensors or those of third parties. Once again, the advantages conferred by the F-35’s combination of sensors and stealth will provide a powerful adjunct to SPEAR 3.

Alternatively, SPEAR 3 can strike its target via laser guidance, which can be provided by an aircraft overhead the target area or by a suitably equipped team of soldiers on the ground nearby can designate it with a laser.

In many ways, SPEAR 3 has similarities with the U.S. GBU-53/B Small Diameter Bomb II, better known as StormBreaker, although the British weapon offers almost double the range and will reach its targets faster than the unpowered StormBreaker glide bomb.

An illustration of in-development and future weapons concepts from MBDA, including SPEAR-EW, SPEAR 3, and Meteor. MBDA

As well as its basic form, as a ‘mini cruise missile’ with an explosive payload, SPEAR 3 is also being developed with an electronic warfare payload with jammer and decoy functions. SPEAR-EW will be expected to work alongside the baseline weapon to help smash through enemy air defenses as well as to protect launching aircraft, and even other missiles, during especially hazardous missions like this.

The War Zone previously outlined one scenario in which the SPEAR-EW could be used:

“By pairing SPEAR 3s with SPEAR-EWs in a fully networked fashion, the mini-cruise missiles can work as a swarm to shatter critical parts of the enemy’s air defense network. For instance, SPEAR-EW could spoof or jam an enemy threat emitter while SPEAR 3s search for and destroy not just the emitter, but all the components of the SAM site arranged nearby.”

SPEAR-EW. MBDA

“SPEAR-EW could also provide electronic warfare screening on the fly for SPEAR 3s that are trying to make their way to a set of targets between the launch aircraft and the surface threat or threats. By detecting a pop-up threat on its own or via datalink from the launch aircraft, SPEAR-EW could act in real-time to suppress the threat so that the rest of the horde of missiles can make it to their target areas safely.”

Thanks to their turbojet engines, SPEAR 3 and SPEAR-EW can also throttle back and loiter over an area for extended periods. In this way, they could be launched preemptively into an area where mobile air defense systems might be expected, engaging them once they start producing their telltale radio-frequency emissions.

An artist’s impression showing an F-35 launching a quartet of SPEAR 3s. MBDA

As mentioned previously, the F-35B will be able to carry up to eight SPEARs, using a quadruple launcher in each of its two weapons bays, together with a pair of Meteors.

Harnessing the capabilities offered by Meteor and SPEAR 3 will require the F-35’s Block 4 upgrade, which the United Kingdom plans to retrofit across its entire Lightning fleet, as well as incorporate in examples of the aircraft acquired in the future.

Some of the unclassified upgrades within Block 4. The exact configuration has not been publicly disclosed. U.S. Department of Defense

While new weapons like these, and others, plus the new radar, are a fundamental part of Block 4, the upgrade will bring a lot more on top of these.

Not all Block 4 upgrades have been revealed in the public domain, but the enhancements will also address the Distributed Aperture System (DAS) and Electro-Optical Targeting System (EOTS).

Lockheed Martin

It’s also worth recalling that Block 4 relies upon a new suite of hardware and software, known as Technology Refresh-3 (TR-3), which modernizes the F-35’s core processor, memory unit, panoramic cockpit display system, and related avionics. TR-3 is being described as the F-35’s new ‘computer backbone,’ since it promises to provide 25 times more computing power than the existing TR-2 computing system, although its development path has not been entirely straightforward.

The War Zone has previously looked at delays with TR-3 and how that has left new F-35s being parked and not delivered after they are constructed, waiting for these features to be added.

For the United Kingdom in particular, there remain questions, too, about the number of F-35Bs it will buy.

A U.K. Royal Air Force F-35B Lightning aircraft prepares to land onboard HMS Queen Elizabeth. Crown Copyright Crown Copyright

As of May 1, this year, the United Kingdom had received 31 F-35Bs, one of which was lost in a takeoff mishap in the Mediterranean Sea in 2021 and which will be replaced in a future order. These 31 jets are part of an initial order for 48 aircraft, known as Tranche 1. The last of these are due to be handed over by the end of 2025.

The U.K. Ministry of Defense had long harbored an aspiration to field a fleet of 138 F-35Bs, although consistent budgetary concerns have led to an apparent rethink.

F-35B pilots fist bump on the flight deck of HMS Queen Elizabeth. Crown Copyright

To date, the U.K. Ministry of Defense has confirmed plans to place a Tranche 2 order for 27 F-35Bs, which will provide a total fleet size of 74 aircraft. As a recent Defense Committee report prepared for the House of Commons Committee states: “There remains ambiguity about plans for the F-35 fleet in terms of its eventual size, operational deployment, and attribution; and there are ongoing concerns about program costs and force growth rate.”

Whatever the number of U.K. F-35s eventually fielded, the introduction of Block 4, including the Meteor and SPEAR 3 weapons, will provide a whole new level of capabilities.

The U.K. Ministry of Defense has said that it remains open to the possibility of purchasing further F-35s beyond the 74 now specified, although a decision is not likely until around the middle of this decade.

Contact the author: thomas@thedrive.com

[ribombeee]

star wars and star trek for the ask game?

reverse unpopular opinions

star wars:

I LOVE LUKE SKYWALKER. truly one of the most well written transitions from idiot baby teenager in a stupid hat to the guy with the most responsibility in the world galactic legend Luke Skywalker or whatever. u would hardly notice he’s changing but if u were to finish return of the jedi and loop straight back to a new hope he’s so changed….. i love u luke mwah

also star wars original trilogy has some of the best set/costume/prosthetic/puppet design of all sci fi. extremely immersive worldbuilding that no star wars since has been able to capture. i feel like a lot of sci fi reeeeally struggles with the type of environments star wars thrives most in, which is like. normal people settings. rural farming towns. random ass bars. etc. as opposed to super epic or grandiose or technologically impressive places. the people of the original trilogy seem very integrated with the technology they use. 10/10

star trek:

if ive said it once ive said it a million times i love when star trek characters stare directly into the camera and say shit like if ur racist ur not only evil but also stupid and embarrassing urself. the extremely earnest bleeding heart social justice warrior snowflake nature of star trek is so crucial 2 its nature and i love it and its great. i love the optimism but also thoughtfulness and caution of star trek. there’s a lot of work being put into conceptualizing a future earth society that has vastly improved since our time, but also a lot of discussion of ways that society might be limited or its failures and downsides. no matter how fanciful or dreamlike a piece of tech is they almost always consider the kinds of new problems it could cause (take the elevator and come out two people etc etc)

as for TOS i love the campiness the experimentality and the creativity. yes there are many episodes of TOS that are batshit insane and notttt in a very good way. but thats because almost no two episodes of the show are the same/similar. dozens of sci fi writers contributed to this show that was, timeline wise, still pretty early on in the existence of our modern definition of sci fi. they were throwing shit at the wall and seeing what stuck and thats why it ended up creating so many foundational sci fi concepts!! and also. wheeeee shapes and colors. they had a ton of plywood some felt an eyebrow pencil and a dog in a hat. and a dream. and it looks so beautiful and silly. nothing will ever top the TOS mini golf course ass planets

as for TNG i do genuinely like that every episode has like 17 simultaneous plots. they never ever take the easy way out with TNG plots and most episodes end in a way u could never have predicted from the first 15 minutes. as a show its very averse to simple solutions and easy answers and i like that the characters are frequently making decisions that are difficult-to-impossible. but mostly i like all the silly outfits they put them in. now see them as detectives now see them as cowboys now see them in macbeth. a dozen 45 year olds that all value amateur improv more than their own lives. now see them play poker. now see them ride horses. these people genuinely work like 3 hours a day and spend the rest doing fuck all i love it. re: a society that has vastly improved since our time. we should all be doing tons of improv basically

[fetabathwater]

do you think you would ever replay fallen hero since its been quite some time since the server?

somehow this is quite a loaded question in one of the weirdest ways for me. fh rebirth was and still is one of the best written cogs ive ever played, and was so inspirational in what i was able to write. i wrote like half a million words alone in fanfic, most of which i never put up online or have finally relented and torn down over the years. i know it was very influential on many friends, and really did invoke that sense of community and creativity as well. i mean it was my first real introduction to cogs, and it kind of has been a continuing standard even to now - hell, i actually do still want to write one because of the way the story was woven with choices.

but. idk. its been 4 or 5 yrs? since what the actual issue i took with the people in the server occurred, which obv got muddied during the moment and after. ive only thought about what went down like once earlier this year in conversation with a friend when we went whoa that was like. such a strange time online. and a learning curve about servers and well... age and maturity and reading comprehension, but also the intersection of political movements, reality, and facts.

tldr; idk. i do think about it every so often, and i read my own work with logan, yknow.

[unofficialadamtaurus]

What entertains me so much is that the way Adam was written, they try to make it seem like he’s some manipulative mastermind who does everything bad on purpose, where the fact is he’s probably not even that old enough or smart enough to even be THAT conniving.

Yes he’s a smart dude, but it’s just hilarious where they act as if his behavior would be something you could never see coming, especially for characters who— oh I don’t know— HAVE KNOWN HIM FOR YEARS. I mean there is times where they see some parts of him.

Yet. Let’s frame this guy to be some kind of evil genius up until he somehow loses every ounce of respect people have of him (why? people shouldve known what they were getting into, he’s not that fucking secretive good god they would’ve known) and make him look like a loser who also loses every ounce of thought process he ever had.

Have him bee-line to death even though when the Hell has he been shown to bee-line for that type of thing. Like for example.. IMO him finding Blake at beacon was coincidental (prove me if im wrong tho, but also dont blame because its been 15 million years since ive watched v3)

How would his ass even know that Blake was there? Anyway that’s not my point. I’m not saying he’s stupid, he’s really not. I’m simply pointing out that the writers just loved to make it seem as if everything he did was some big well thought out put-on-a-list plan to have power.

Even though before he looked completely fine to be in the rank he had before.

You seriously had to make a whole fucking character short just to implement one itty bitty scene where it seems like he wants more than the rank Sienna gave him.

You had to make a comic to show how deep he lies to people, Like ok maybe that one is a little more solid than the character short but why not show that behaviour more? If he’s so important?

He’s so sadly one dimensional, not a character handled with care at all. Being a hatesink fucking blows.

Why create an empty villain with shitloads of meaning and character just to throw him away? AND HIS ARC AWAY? Could’ve made him with love. Most cheap moment of “anyway!” anyone could ever have.

Racism and incompetence are a killer combo, lemme tell ya.

"Haha Adam is such an incompetent angry and petty loser" and "Adam is a cunning charismatic mastermind who has spent years building up power and influence in the WF in order to launch a (nearly) bloodless coup against a leader who was also framed in the narrative as charismatic enough to overthrow the leader before her" could theoretically coexist in a better written story as a villain spirals, but this show is not that. Adam's "spiral" is more of a sudden nosedive. Hiding any justifications for that nosedive in supplementary material is like trying to put rebar in concrete after the fact. You just can't do it because those afterthoughts actively contradict what we were already shown.

It doesn't help the idea that Adam's supposed to be charismatic that his voice acting is so on-the-nose Bad Guy that you're staring at everyone else in any scene like, "Yo! Do something! He's clearly evil!"

He didn't even find Blake at Beacon, Blake found him. Maybe he was looking for her, maybe he was interrogating-to-death any students he found trying to find one that could point him to her, but she was the one that found him. He just noticed her before she could retreat.

[prettyboykatsuki]

extended authors note ; how to be a dog.

WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND MOTHERFUCKERS.

that is a joke. i speak in jest. this fic has taken me almost a year to write. it was requested of me in july of 2022 and its currently april 2023. i want to give my highest regards ever to the most lovely and patient human being in this world miss ame. your kind words through updates kept me pushing through the very end and i hope this fic is everything you could want

ok. onto the talking about it stuff.

this fic is pretty dark all things considered. though my scale for that is kind of fucked and since this is my tumblr audience - you people are well-aware it gets bad but its... still pretty graphic. there is a lot of truly henious shit in here and its in the perspective of that guy.

tldr ; don't read if you think it will give you the heebie jeebies. u are not obligated and i am not your mother nor am i a public executioner. if this is the one fic u skip out on no hard feelings at all. i mean this.

this fic is one of Those Fics where writing it did something to my brain. i have never, ever in my entire writing career been so challenged by a single project. every single element of this fic has been run through a million things. the last time this happened was my big deku fic but that fic rlly feels like a cakewalk in comparison.

all that to say, because it has simply been seeing my eyes only for months with no input from anyone else - i have no idea how anything worked out. no beta no meds just balls to the wall insanity. i can only measure my own work so much and i have bar zero expectations for this fic just to save myself some sanity.

i ask very kindly that if it sucks u just dont tell me. and if it doesn't and u want to be nice that'd be cool too. but know that a lot of my heart and soul went into this and i hope in the very least - you are able to discern that in its makeup.

a lot of the stuff ive worked into here is related like. to plot and motif and actual development. the dog motif is a huge part of the story as is the religious imagery. i want this fic to feel like a fall from grace in a sense. it is a character study as much as its anything else. where there's always something wrong and one day everything goes to shit. i think gojo is that kind of sicko.

i also do like. love gojo so much. this fic is written with nothing but adoration for him in mind.

i dont have much to add (said after this absolutely disgusting wall of text) because my tumblr homies r very aware of what shit im up to and this fic is not a surprise to anyone.

but i hope you enjoy it if you do read and even if you don't, thanks for sticking around despite it all. i have been thru the trenches and i will need a bit of break to recuperate once its in the world for good so i hope u can be kind

i am terrible with comments and asks and tags bc it all scares me but i am so genuinely and so unfathomably grateful for all of it and i hope im finally out of my insane writing dry spell.

thanks. lots of love. sincerely yours,

fang.

[aspiring-artist-em]

get to know better tag

thank you @achilleslikespeas!! you're so so amazing omg- anyhoo

three ships: wolfstar, ineffable husbands (someone pls talk to me about good omens I literally can NOT rn), drarry

first ship: drarry, it’s a tried and true ship for me, ive been shipping it since I was like, a child  (literally flashback to me at like, 7 years old telling my mom that harry and Draco should get over each other and buy a castle and live together forever as a happy couple (parents were not happy that their daughter was saying this (they were homophobic( (im now gay and still shipping it so suck it, ig)))

last song: I would love to lie and say its something cool like “killer queen” or “lady stardust” bc I listen to those a lot, but once again, I would be lying and my actual last song that I listened to was “no hands (ft. Roscoe dash and wale)”, yk, the frat party song, I like to play it while writing angst

last movie: Harry Potter? idk what one, I like to put the tv on while I do stuff like budget money and write fanfic and draw, so honestly idk, it was probably the chamber of secrets, that and poa are my all time favs 

currently reading: ur mom LMAO (im so sorry) no, what im reading is smut, and also like, a good omens fic about Crowley’s fall (witness the fall) bc im trying to forget about season 2′s ending. im also reading away childish things (again) bc like, that's one of my fav drarry fics of all time. if we’re talking about marauders fics, it was probably her body is a temple down in the frozen food aisle  by achilleslikespeas, both for my emotional masochistic enjoyment and bc I wanted to draw a scene in the story (go read it now pls, its really good, Claude is really good a writing and im freaking out bc I wanna draw a scene from every single one of their fics I- like go-to horror dead dove fics for me I reccomend Claude and for smut I go to moonie), if we’re talking books books, Ive been reading yellowface and I am a cat which so far, are really really good, but also like, im really bad at reading so like, I haven't actually touched them in a week LMAO

currently watching: good omens, its playing on my tv in the background both because I love it and also because Neil said if u stream it enough amazon will see how valuable it is (with the strike and everything) and like, actually be willing to negotiate, essentially, help out the strike, go watch gay celestial beings 

last thing i wrote: 'Til Death Do Us Part, and Even Then, I'll Do My Best to Stay With You, its a dead dove fic centering around grief and denial, uh, 2 chapters in lol

currently writing: I have like, a million wips and no motivation to write rn so lets dive into them lol

1) chapter 3 of do death do us part, very sad, like, maybe 3 sentences in?

2) the next part of my lesbian wolf star series, its the one right before the trail one, so like, part 10 is gonna be another chapter centering more around Sirius’s memories and part 11 is gonna be the trial, I have like, 2 separate things ive written for it and I need to decide where I want it to go tbh

3) smut, gay wolf star, frat hazing blow or blow smut. sirius is on his knees and almost throws up but he doesn't and its lowkey like actually non con but its also frat hazing, like, idk how to explain the vibes but sirius is referred to as a dog and a filthy animal and degraded and he's sucking remus’s dick on coke and im like 2k words in and like, running out of ways to describe a cock lol (its also hard to bc like, I don't have a dick and my textbooks are no help sometimes) but he is also called the “pike puppy” and like, I think im smart for that and also its really filthy ngl, not a happy ending?

4) a short fluff fic to make up for the angst I put my readers through, im like 200 words in

5) au kinda thing, inspired by don't worry darling and like a TikTok that I saw (and now people are commenting on me commenting if I can write the idea and asking for the fic name and like, Im 500 words in? pls I need time), the idea is that Dumbledore has everyone under imperio or a potion to get them on his side to fight for him, lily’s pov, I really like it so far, uhh im like 500 words in I think?

so yeah, when I get inspiration im gonna write everything all at once lol, probably when my body isn't trying to kill me lmao or im at work

tagging: @spookymoonie @pinklume @wxlfstxrisbest @spindrifters @siriuslystargazing @siriusly-sapphic @green-lights-33

[maaaxx]

Fic talk

Currently resisting the urge to post the first few chapters of 'cots' (i think im going to use q different acronym after i actually post it).

Ive mentioned a million times before how when i posted ihiap i was going through some shit and i needed a source of dopamine and random strangers on the internet praisingnyour writing and characters is such a wonderful source of dopamine.

But ihiap was all very impulsive and i didnt know what the plot is until like chapter 30 of the first book and i love it sm but i also hate it with a burnjng passion like its ridiculous. Theres so many plot holes and details that dont make sense and events that are just really dumb and that i regret sm. like i really love ihiap as a plot and chatacters and themes and relationships and such but 17 year old me just wasnt doing it justice.

Another thing about ihiap is that its the first long project ive done. Like ive made so many short stories and snippets of longer projects but ihiap is the first time i like, worked out a plot and character development and such. There was so many different things that i didnt realize i didnt know how to do until ihiap. For example balancing side characters and main characters and main plots vs side plots. Also pacing. Also characterization. But since i learned more about that stuff im more confident in it. Like everything i hate about ihiap i did because of inexpierience and stuff. Obviously fanfic is just a fun hobby and not anything serious so it really isnt that deep. But like PEOPLE STILL READ THAT SHIT STOP ITA!!!

this post is definetly following my whole "make a post about cots and then talk about ihiap most of the time" thing.

Anywho, because of that stuff im much more confident in cots and that ill actually be able to tell the story in a morenput together and comprehensible way. So im very excited about it.

But i think im.overcompensating a lot. Like i refuse to post this until i have every last detail plotted and written down. No plot holes nothing.

Cots is actually based on an ihiap au that i plotted out an actual (non fanfic) story for and then redid it again to get cots. So like an alternative universe of an alternate universe of an alternate universe of atla.

Sokkas the "main" protagonist in it but the first book is zuko centric more so. The second book is sokka centric and the third book is both.

But (like i said) sokkas the protagonist, zukos probably the deuteragonist and azula, katara, and aang are all tritagonists.

Azula is somehow the most put together one in the series.

But its a mix of a lot of different tropes. (The swt and zuko trope ofc is there its my favorite) but its a lot more complex than ihiap.

Everything is a lot more complex than ihiap actually. Like i cant figure this shit out.

Some ihiap ocs are making an appearance (not nankin) (the more backroundish ones) and theyre always fun.

I really love my ocs and i think its really funny how theyre simutaneously my most critisized and praised things about ihiap.

Cots has been something ive been working on for about a year now 💀💀 and im really hoping to get it put out by the end of the year but well see

Ive said this on here before but i also think its funny how my fics follow age order pshychology. Like ihiap is my first and i love her sm but ill be damned if i dont want to just delete her sometimes and pretend she never happened. I always forget about totp and she only has 2 chapters up despite being posted like two years ago. Cots is my baby shes my pride and joy and can do no wrong. (Yes all my fics are girls)

Ive started this semester of school again recently so ofc that means im going to be procrastinating my work by working on my wips.

[blameitonmyjuuse]

For @austonandersen who wanted quarantined Freddie and Auston.

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Though Freddie would never admit it, the NHL’s pausing of the season was not a wholly unwelcome idea. It was horrible, yeah, and incredibly frustrating because the Leafs were still solidly in the playoffs and slowly coming back out of their downward spiral, but.

But. 

It’s not that Freddie was exhausted, per se, but being the starting goaltender for a team who seemed to constantly hover on the edge between absolute greatness and the absolute laughing stock of the NHL could sometimes take its toll. Game after game, night after night-- sometimes Freddie did wish for a break in between wishing for better defense and a Cup.

For just a single night to pause, relax on the couch, and not think of an impending match where it would either be a win and he’d have to push himself harder and harder to get to the next one, or a loss and it would be him against the entire Leafs fan base.

He did, however, wish that a global pandemic wasn’t the cause of this break.

Nevertheless, the lack of people on the afternoon streets while Freddie rounded the final corner to his apartment, sweat creating a tacky sort of stick on his back as his final few moments jogging faded into deep breathing, was not the worst thing in the world. 

The Doorman tipped a professional greeting as Freddie made his way to the elevator, taking mouthfuls of water in and switching his AirPods into their protective case. 

The ride was short; short enough that Freddie was still half reading a Danish news article about new cases when he stepped out, and traced his way down to his apartment, and opened the door. 

He took a step beyond the doorway, half a second to read the sentence, træffe beskyttelsesforanstaltninger for at bremse spredningen---

And then stumbled. 

Damnit.

Freddie sighed and glanced down at the pair of black and white Nikes about three sizes too small and 90% too flashy to be his own in the middle of the doorway. They were no doubt toed off without a thought, even though their owners most certainly knew that Freddie would be coming in from his afternoon jog and wouldn’t be able to miss them.

He stared balefully at the shoes and stepped over them, passing the shoe rack a couple steps further inside the hallway, where two other similar pairs had been forgotten over time.

Freddie toed off his own shoes, took another sip of water and peeked around the hallway. No sign, so that meant the owner of these ridiculous shoes had ventured deeper down the hall and into the master bedroom. 

Sure enough, as Freddie passed through the entrance to his bedroom, shucking off a sweat-soaked tank top to the dirty clothes hamper, he noticed steam billowing from the master bath’s doorway.

“Matty?” Freddie called, as though the visitor would be anyone else. 

There was a pause and the shower water turned off. A few seconds passed and Freddie used the brief moment of silence to open his dresser to pull out a pair of black boxers. 

Then the bathroom door opened and a dark head peeked out, “Yeah?”

Freddie didn’t answer, just took in the sight as Auston emerged fully, hair slick and white towel tied haphazardly across his waist. Auston dragged a smaller towel through his hair, “What’s up?”

Freddie tossed him the black boxers, “How many times have I asked that you put your shoes on the rack?”

Auston grinned and ran the towel through his hair again, flexing his biceps. Freddie, of course, was drawn to the movement, to the way the muscle clenched and relaxed, before flicking cool his eyes back to Auston’s flushed face. Auston shrugged, “See, I meant to do that, but the promise of your shower was too much.”

Freddie didn’t buy it. When not focused on hockey, Auston’s main goal seemed to be driving Freddie insane. Insane, in several varying ways that both pissed Freddie off and made something burning hot burrow in his chest.

“You mean-- the identical shower to yours downstairs, in your own apartment?”

Auston shrugged again and scratched at the cut of his hip, where tiny rivulets of water were pooling and absorbing into the towel. “My apartment is missing things.”

“Hm,” Freddie murmured before shifting by Auston, taking care to pass close enough that he could feel the heat of the shower on Auston’s skin and smell his own shampoo and body wash on him, but not quite close enough to touch him. He shut the bathroom door behind him and pulled his jogging pants and underwear off. 

Showering was a quick, perfunctory affair. Freddie didn't let his thoughts linger or stray-- especially not to the boy no doubt making himself comfortable on the couch. If he did, he'd be in there for hours and Auston, who might just be the most impatient boy in the world, would certainly have something to say about it.

Sure enough, when Freddie was dressed in soft grey sweatpants, socks, and nothing else, Auston was lounging across the couch, face buried in his phone and thumbs moving rapidly across the screen.

The TV was off, like it had been since the PGA announced that golf had been suspended for the time being. Freddie frowned at the thought, but leaned over to swipe the remote from the coffee table. When he glanced back at Auston, Auston’s eyes were on Freddie. He wordlessly curled his legs up to his chest, and when Freddie sat down, taking up the space where Matty’s feet had been, Auston spread out again and rested his calves on Freddie’s lap.

Freddie traced a line down Auston’s shin in thanks and turned the TV to the NHL channel. 

They sat in silence for a few minutes; Auston texting and then pausing and texting again, and Freddie mindlessly drawing patterns on the warm skin of Auston’s legs while watching highlights between a Stars and Predators game from last month. 

Auston shifted and poked Freddie’s abs softly with his toe. “Mitchy wants to know where I am.”

“Does he want to come over?”

“He can’t. We’re self-quarantining, remember? Players aren’t supposed to be around each other.”

“Oh yes,” Freddie said with a pointed glance to the distinct lack of six feet between them, “Self- quarantining.”

But Auston’s attention was back on his phone. Freddie allowed it for a few more minutes, but as Auston’s eyebrow furrows like they do when he begins to start stressing about something hockey related, he sat up and snagged the IPhone from Auston’s hand.

“Dude,” Auston groaned half-heartedly, briefly trying to grab it back before giving up and laying back. He looked up at Freddie from under his eyelashes and the thing is--

The thing is, Freddie loves it when he does that. For a kid who had an entire dynasty thrust upon him, for a kid who’s had to grow up in one of the harshest spotlights in their sport, when he’s looking up at him like that, Freddie is reminded that Matts is still just a good-hearted kid. It reminds him that the quarantine isn’t all bad because it has given him quiet times where he and Matty can just be. 

He must be doing that intense creeper stare that Auston bitches about, because Auston was nudging him again, “What?”

Freddie wanted to tell him all of that, but he doesn’t think he has the words in either English or Danish to try and get what he meant across. So he shrugged, “You’ll see him soon. All of them.”

“I’m just bored. I want to play hockey.” Auston threw his head back on the pillow his head was cushioned on, “That’s all I want to do right now.”

The inflection Auston uses, the slight undercurrent of whine, well, Freddie has never pretended that it didn’t do things to him. 

It always had; even when Auston was a fresh faced nineteen year old who was just learning how much he could push before Freddie would react. 

And Auston knew it, whether he used it meaningfully or not. 

Freddie tilted his head and added some tone in his voice, “That’s all you want to do?”

Auston picked his head up slowly, “Well I mean-- not all I want to do. I- I mean, I can think of other things I’d be fine doing.”

Freddie let the fingers grazing against Auston’s shin drift higher, smiling slightly when Auston automatically opened his legs, “No, if you want to play hockey, we could play Xbox hockey.”

“Hm,” Auston hummed, lips quirked up at the ends as he pretended to be deep in thought. When he grew tired of waiting, he sat up, and Freddie had no problem using his larger frame to haul Auston up completely, until he could resettle in Freddie’s lap, either leg sprawled adjacent to Freddie’s thighs, “I actually think I just got a better offer.” 

He did love the sound of that. Nevertheless, Freddie let his hands splay over the stretched cotton of Auston’s boxers. When Auston smiled wider and let his eyes flicker closed, eyes draped loosely around Freddie’s neck, Freddie lifted his right palm and brought it down hard.

Auston’s eyes opened wide at the pop.

Freddie lifted Auston off and climbed to his feet. He made his way around the couch and started towards his bedroom without a look back, “If you had picked up your shoes, you wouldn’t have to wait.”

Freddie privately smiled when he heard Auston curse and stumble over himself to put his shoes on the rack. 

[4kominato]

A/N: sooo um... 😬 heheh I added a whole ass section of some NSFW bc... im a h0e oops... also, I changed it up a little and made them be married! bc im a hopeless romantic and honeymoon sex is just so 🥺🤧 i hope that’s okay... and erm, confession... ITS BEEN A HOT SEC SINCE IVE WRITTEN SOME FLUFFY SMUT OK cut me some slack if its sh*tty 🥲 ~kuri

ANNOUNCEMENT: This fic was inspired by -> Pregnant s/o with Imayoshi <- written by the amazing @shoichee !!! Please check out the original head-canons linked above [also includes Akashi and Hayama!], and check out her blog in general for everything KnB! 🏀💙

Pairing: Imayoshi Shoichi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut (M) ~ SEXUAL CONTENT

Word Count: 6.8k

You still remember it vividly, the day he dropped down on one knee and popped the million dollar question. After dating for years, you’d been patiently anticipating that special day, wondering just how long it’d take for him to finally say the words you longed to hear; you were tempted so many times to just bring the topic up to him, making a mutual agreement and willingly blowing off the possibility of a grand proposal, but in the end, you managed to hold out and it was so worth it.

Almost two years had passed before the wedding finally took place, and after the emotion filled ceremony and reception came to a close, the two of you were off to Okinawa to celebrate your long awaited honeymoon. The flight was short, but long enough to fit in a decent nap, wanting to recharge after a long and eventful evening; if the two of you planned to stay up all night, you needed to store up as much energy as you could when you had the chance.

The hotel was relatively close to the airport, so it didn’t take long to get there by car, and upon arrival, Imayoshi took care of checking in and all the other necessary details. Once he was given the key, the two of you headed over to the elevators to make your way up to the room, which was unfortunately on the highest floor. Stepping into the cabin, you waited patiently for the elevator doors to completely close, leaving the two of you alone in the confined space before you grabbed Imayoshi by his tie and tugged him into a heated kiss. He let out a smug chuckle against your lips, indulging only briefly before he pulled away to speak, “Couldn’t wait until we got to the room? Y’know there’s probably security cameras in here, right?”

You shrugged in response, a cheeky grin strung across your face as you answered, “It was worth the risk.”

Shortly after that, the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the designated floor. Both of you were practically running down the hall once you’d stepped out, desperately seeking the refuge of your own hotel room to at last liberate the numerous fantasies that raced through your hyperactive brains. The moment you entered the room Imayoshi had your wrists pinned to the door, eager lips melded with yours and you could only hum in delight knowing what was yet to come. As he slipped his tongue past your lips, you positioned one of your legs between his own, thigh pressing up against his crotch which revealed his hardening member. A soft moan resonated from his mouth to yours as he gently began to rock his hips against you, stimulating himself to full arousal before proceeding any further.

Ever since the beginning of your relationship, Imayoshi has always had a considerably high sex drive, however, his self control was exceptional and well, he never failed to use it to his advantage. He loved to tease the living shit out of you until you were practically on your knees begging for him to give you what you wanted, and despite how it made his cock throb with need, he enjoyed every second of it; your honeymoon was no exception.

Finally releasing his grip on your wrists, he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you flush against him to unzip your reception gown, stepping away to let the white fabric cascade down your frame. Chills ran down your spine at the feeling of the cold air encompassing your newly exposed body, with the exception of your skimpy lace panties that hardly did anything to conceal your lower half, but the lustful smirk creeping onto lover’s lips ignited a fire inside making you feel warm.

“I have the most beautiful wife,” Imayoshi gloated, squinted eyes cracking open for a brief moment before his arms wrapped around your thighs and he slung you over his shoulder, quickly making his way over to the bed to throw you down onto the soft duvet. As he crawled on top of you, he yanked off his tie in one swift motion and flung it aside, reclaiming your lips before you could even admire how sexy his predator like aura was.

It seemed that things were just starting to heat up, but really, Imayoshi had you wrapped around his fingers since the start of the wedding reception. With his teasing little touches beneath the table accompanied by his hungry gaze, all you could think about was how much you wanted to to feel his hands all over your body while he ravaged your insides, whispering sweet nothings in your ear just to make you squirm. You were so desperate that you would’ve skipped the foreplay if you could, but unfortunately, you knew your mischievous husband would never allow that; drawing it out, seeing just how needy and wet he could make you, was all part of his little game… but you thought you’d try your luck anyways.

With lips still fused and tongues swirling around each other, your hands slid down to undo his belt, then pants before reaching in to grab his clothed erection and stroke him for a bit. He moaned at the sensation, making you think he’d let you advance, but the moment you reached for his briefs, he stopped you with a firm grip to your wrist.

“Now, now, let’s not rush things, princess. We have all night y’know,” Imayoshi scolded as he moved your hand away from his body. You only pouted at him, knowing you’d have to be patient to get what you wanted, but with your dripping pussy begging to have him inside of you, playing the waiting game posed to be quite the challenge. “Don’t give me that look. If our sessions were short, you’d be even more disappointed.”

“I know…” you whined, rubbing your thighs together in desperate need of stimulation, “But you made me so horny at the reception! I want you so bad…”

“Aren’t you just the cutest?” he chuckled as he began to caress your bare body, hands landing on your breasts as the final destination. While massaging them in smooth circular motions, his head dove down to the crook of your neck, planting wet kisses up and down the length of your neck, along your jawline and over your clavicles. “If you’re patient, it’ll be more satisfying in the end.”

“Sho-chan…” you grumbled, trying to keep up your little act of being upset with him, but he knew your body like the back of his hand so you didn’t even stand a chance trying to resist the pleasures his touch bestowed upon you. Your failed attempts to suppress your moans only amused him further, his hands abandoning your breasts and slithering down your sides while his mouth took their place, soft lips enveloping one of your raised buds and sucking tenderly. With one arm he supported himself while the other continued to travel down your torso, smoothing over your hips, then thighs, inner thighs… but not to where you wanted. His mouth carelessly continued its assault on your breasts, adorning them with tints of deep blues and purples which only set blaze to the desire that already burned between your legs.

“Shoichi, please…” you whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist and move his hand toward your touch starved sex, “I need you.”

“Someone’s fussy today,” he teased with his lips curled into the signature smirk that never failed to make you feel weak, but to your surprise, didn’t retract his hand from where you’d placed it, “Well, since you said ‘please,’ I guess I can give you a little taste.” With the pads of his fingers, he rubbed small, light circles over your clothed bulb making you sigh partly out of pleasure, but also partly in relief.

In a way, Imayoshi was right, you supposed, that waiting longer to be touched made the feeling more satisfying in the end. He was hardly trying, yet he managed to bring you to the brink of orgasm in no more than a few minutes. “Hm? About to cum already?” he remarked upon observing your quivering thighs and curled toes, to which he halted his actions.

“N-no, I wasn’t…” you lied through your teeth in spite of him denying your high, “Why’d you stop?”

“Don’t lie to me,” he cooed, cocking his head as he brushed some stray hairs out of your face, “You normally don’t cum this fast.”

“I told you I need you!” you cried and smacked him in the chest without actually meaning any harm.

“I know, I know, sheesh...” he answered dismissively, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and sliding them down your legs. “You didn’t have to hit me.”

“Well, you don’t have to tease me so damn much on our honeymoon…”

“There’s no fun in just giving it to you right away.”

“Sex isn’t fun enough for you?”

“Well, you see, there’s a difference between feeling good and having fun. Sex feels good, while teasing you is fun, though feeling good can oftentimes be fun.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” you snapped, grabbing Imayoshi by the top of his head and shoving his face between your legs.

“My wife is so mean to me on our honeymoon,” he pouted jokingly as he hooked your legs around his neck.

“I don’t wanna hear it from you…”

“Oh? I wanna hear it from you though,” he remarked suggestively, but before you could really process his words, he delved into your glistening folds, his skilled tongue gliding smoothly up your slit before settling at your aching clit and taking it in into his mouth. You had to resist squeezing the life out of his skull with your thighs when he started suckling, the way his slick muscle ever so gently encircled the sensitive bundle of nerves providing excess stimulation which edged you closer to climaxing once again.

“Ah, Sho-chan!” you moaned, fisting at his sleek black tresses as the tension unravelling in your core rapidly accelerated. You could almost feel his lips pulling into a devious smirk when he slipped two fingers inside of you without warning, hastily curling them up against your sensitive rugae, enticing you to come undone for him. Hardly another minute passed when your docile body succumbed to your lover’s wishes, the unbearable pleasure erupting from within forcing a string of profanities to fall from your lips while your trembling figure made a mess over his slim digits. A satisfied hum sounded from Imayoshi as he shifted himself away from you and receded his hand, sucking your essence clean off of his fingers.

“I think that was a record time,” he bragged as he finally abandoned his slacks, dropping them onto the floor before unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“Shoichi!” you grumbled, flinging a pillow at him which he instinctually caught.

“There’s no need to bully me now, sweetheart, I was just being honest.”

“Ugh,” you groaned in response, already accustomed to the snide remarks that came with his cheeky personality. But despite how you acted in resent towards his comments every time, you secretly loved that part of him and how the two of you could always find ways to poke fun at each other in practically any situation, sex included. Afterall, you did marry this man; if you couldn’t handle his personality, there’s no way you could’ve said yes to him.

Once he’d fully undressed, he retook his position above you, giving his painfully hard member a few pumps before positioning it to your entrance. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes, Shoichi. I’ve been waiting,” you sass back, wrapping your legs around his waist in anticipation.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude,” Imayoshi groused, rubbing his slick head along your tender labia, once again stalling and drawing things out to simply smite you.

“Hurry up and put it in!” you scowled and reached out to grab his throbbing cock to do it yourself, but before you could, he swatted you away.

“I’ll do it. You really need to learn a thing or two about patience.”

“Don’t lecture me about patience when you’re the one who got me so hot and bothered in the first place! I’m the victim here.”

“Okay, okay, you got me. I just can’t resist teasing my cute wife sometimes, y’know?” With that, thankfully, he began to ease himself in, the feeling of him stretching your walls and finally filling the void in your core making your head spin. He felt so damn good, possibly ten times better than the last time he fucked you and it only made you crave him more… but he was going so painstakingly slow that it was pushing you to the brink of insanity. Normally, you tolerated his teasing just fine, but for some reason, you were particularly restless tonight and you just couldn’t withstand it; you were in the mood to be completely obliterated.

“Shoichi,” you mumbled breathily as you combed through his silky locks, “Ravish me.”

“Oh, such a strong request from my darling. Are you sure?” he spoke sarcastically, not faltering from his sluggish pace.

“It’s not a request, it’s a demand, and do I sound like I’m joking?” you answered in a calm, eerie voice with your brows raised at him in question.

“No, ma’am, my apologies.”

Without further hesitation, he slammed his hips into you and began bucking recklessly in immediate compliance to your dire wish, forcing a little yelp out of you in the process. Wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, you braced yourself, nails digging into his smooth skin in response to how he managed to hit that sweet spot deep within your walls with each consecutive thrust. He was the perfect fit for you, and you for him, so with this new, vigorous tempo he upheld, it was much to your dismay that you felt your second orgasm of the night rapidly fizzling up much sooner than you prefered.

“Sh-Shoichi…” you muttered breathily, burying your face into his neck.

“Well, that was quick,” he chuckled, knowing all too well just how close he had you to the edge.

“Don’t you dare think about slowing down!” you threatened.

“Okay fine, I won’t.” And thankfully, he didn’t, so with just a few more of his sharp strokes kissing the brim of your womb, bliss ruptured through every inch of your body, tight walls contracting rhythmically around his thickness making him falter momentarily. “Ah, you feel so good, baby,” he praised, “One more time.”

“N-no, I c-can’t,” you stuttered, struggling to speak while Imayoshi continued ramming into you erratically, eagerly chasing his own high.

“Sure you can.”

You already knew what he had in mind from seeing the sadistic grin plastered on his face, but unfortunately, you couldn’t muster up enough energy to even attempt to stop him. His fingers effortlessly found your swollen clit and began to rub quick circles over it, the combination of pleasure and overstimulation making you writhe. Despite your previous statement, it wasn’t long at all before you felt the all too familiar pressure emerging once more, and from the way Imayoshi’s movements had grown sloppy and desperate, it seemed he wouldn’t be lasting much longer either. After shaking in anticipation for way too long, you were finally hit with a wave of euphoria as your orgasm washed over you, lips falling agape in a silent scream and thighs squeezing tightly around your husband’s waist, while your sex that pulsated around his girth coaxed him to his own peak.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, his whole body tensing above you as he released his warm seed within your throbbing flesh. A depleted sigh escaped him as he withdrew himself from you, allowing for his essence to steadily ooze from your raw core as the two of you caught your breath and regained your composure.

Sinking into the bed next to you, Imayoshi pulled you flush against him before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, which he unsurprisingly counteracted with a brazen remark, “And you said you couldn’t do it.”

“Three times is a lot!” you argued, repulsing against his tight embrace to the best of your ability.

“Is it?” he gasped whilst feigning a puzzled expression, “I was hoping for a round two after we cleaned you up in the shower.”

“Shoichi!?”

* * *

The next month flew by in a flash with both you and Imayoshi reverting to your typical day to day lives prior to the past few eventful weeks. Oftentimes on the weekdays, he’d work late, leaving you home alone for dinner and majority of the evening until going to bed, but occasionally, he’d be home in time for dinner and of course, with his excessive libido, he’d never hesitate to make good use of those nights with you. As newlyweds, love making had somehow grown to be even more enjoyable and intimate than when the two of you were dating, but neither of you had put much thought into or discussed the possible outcomes of your actions until one day, the realization hit you: a whole month had past and Aunt Flow had yet to pay you a visit.

After a week of constant testing and a plethora of cursed pee sticks, there was no doubt about it; you were most definitely pregnant. It was a Friday night and you had been sitting in the bathroom for close to an hour after yet another positive pregnancy test, pondering over how you should break the news to your husband. The two of you had only been married for a little over a month, so talks of starting a family hadn’t exactly come up yet, but given Shoichi’s perverse nature and twisted personality, you couldn’t help but worry that he’d actually be a bit disappointed about it.

Even after you finally willed yourself to leave the bathroom, the thoughts didn’t stop which unfortunately only fed your anxiety. I’m going to be a mom… Shoichi is going to be a dad… We’re going to be… a family… Are we ready for a family? Is HE ready for a family?? Does he even like kids?! What if he says we’re too busy to have a baby? Or that it’s too soon? Or—

Your mind continued to race until the sound of the front door opening pulled you out of your transe, accompanied by a greeting from none other than the devil himself. “I’m home!”

“Welcome home,” you called from the bedroom and patiently awaited his arrival, but when he finally did enter the room, you were hit with a sudden burst of nerves, your stomach folding into knots while your heart pounded against your chest. If there was a time to tell him, it was probably now considering the baby would only grow from here and with Imayoshi’s busy schedule, he’d probably appreciate a simple, straightforward talk.

You could tell from the sinful look on his face that his head was full of obscene thoughts that he likely planned to enact tonight, as he always did on nights that he was home early enough, and the seductive aura he was emitting didn’t help at all. As he slinked into the bed next to you, his lips wasted no time finding your own while the fingers that ghosted over your collarbones sent chills down your spine. To say you weren’t getting turned on would’ve been a huge lie, but obviously, there were bigger problems at stake besides the fulfillment of your lustful desires.

“I’m pregnant, Shoichi.”

Upon hearing your blunt statement, he stopped immediately in his tracks, a brief silence filling the room before he finally replied, “Now, now, it’s not polite to joke like that, sweetheart…” he chuckled nervously, his squinted eyes opening to observe your body language and keen facial expression, to which he discerned that you were actually dead serious. “... You’re not joking are you?”

“You should know I’m not the type to play mind games like you.”

“Well yeah, but you’ve definitely tried it before.”

“Only to vex you.”

With his eyes still open, reflecting a predator like glint as he drank in your every feature, you feared he had yet to give up on his previous intimate plans, and you were definitely ready to fight back if he tried to make any advances. However, he simply gave you a soft peck to the lips and pulled away with a proud smile. “Gotcha.”

“Do you not realize the seriousness of this, Shoichi?! This is a baby we’re talking about! Our lives are permanently going to be changed you know!” you snapped back in response to how he could still mess around after you revealed something so substantial.

“I’m obviously well aware, I mean, you can’t be completely surprised considering how often we fuck,” he shrugged, which only frustrated you more, but you decided to hold your tongue and hear him out to the end, “You’re way too stressed about this, relax a little! And you’ve been overworking yourself these days haven’t you?”

“Hell yeah I’m stressed! I’ve been stressed all week about how I should tell you this! I thought maybe you’d tell me you hate kids and to get an abortion or something!”

“Oi, I wouldn’t say something like that, do you even know me? I’m not that twisted.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you’re not…” you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“And what do you have to say about overworking yourself, hm?”

“I haven’t been… I just picked up a few more hours because… the staff needed some extra help…”

“Well, that’s a few more hours than you’re supposed to be working isn’t it? Therefore, you’re overworking,” Imayoshi stated in the most matter-of-fact tone, “Don’t think I wouldn’t have noticed how you’ve been more fatigued in the recent days. You’re a lot less feisty during sex.”

“Really...?” you reply dryly in utter disbelief, “That’s how you figured it out?”

“There were other signs, but that was the most obvious one. Anyways, I’ll be making some calls tomorrow to ensure this doesn’t persist.”

“Sho-chan, you really don’t ha—”

“Ah-ah,” he interrupted, holding his index up to your lips to silence you, “You need to rest properly if you want the baby to be as smart as me.”

“That’d be a little scary actually…”

* * *

Time past, days turning into weeks, and weeks to months as you trudged through the daunting, first trimester. It seemed as though Imayoshi was home even less often since disclosing your pregnancy to him, which was rather upsetting because you sort of expected the opposite effect. Sure he was home on the weekends and went with you to your OB-GYN appointments, but he seemed so indifferent about the whole situation. Did he even care about the baby? Maybe he just viewed this pregnancy as an obligation because he’s your husband.

One night, you found yourself struggling to find sleep so you decided to pour yourself a bowl of potato chips and watch a movie in the living room. You were so immersed in the story that you didn’t even hear Imayoshi come in, so when the cushions on the couch sank next to you and a heavy arm fell over your shoulders, you jumped out of your seat, nearly having a heart attack.

“I didn’t think rom-coms had any jump scares,” Imayoshi teased with a grin, to which you hit him lightly in annoyance.

“Do you always come home this late?” you mumbled, shoving a chip in your mouth.

“Mhm,” he hummed, eating a chip for himself before snatching the large bowl out of your hands, “Why are you eating this? Shouldn’t you be eating healthy snacks?”

“It’s just chips!” you pouted, reaching over him in an attempt to reclaim your tasty treat, but it was to no avail of course; he wouldn’t let you have it back.

“We have crackers.”

“I don’t want crackers!”

“Well, what do you want then?”

“My damn chips!”

“I meant something healthy.”

“UGH!” So freaking irritating... you complained to yourself, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Don’t be like that,” he whined as he scooted closer to you, gently stroking his fingers over your cheek, “C’mere.”

Shaking your head at him, he only sighed in response, his arms creeping around your waist before lifting you up and into his lap. Despite being still irked by his earlier stunt, you didn’t mind the skinship and well, you couldn’t really be that upset with him anyways, knowing he had good intentions. His hands went up to the nape of your neck, rubbing smooth circles over your tight muscles with his thumbs, continuing this soothing motion down the length of your spine.

“Ah, it feels so good, Shoichi,” you moaned quietly as he took his time working out the knots in your back.

“Don’t say things like that when we haven’t had sex in almost two months,” he remarked in a disappointed tone, “I’ve been re-virginized y’know, I’ll get hard.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled, actually amused at his dumb remark, “I’ve been meaning to ask the doctor about if it’s safe, but I keep forgetting. Online it says it is, but I wanted to ask to be sure…”

“You know I’m only joking, right? I’ll live for a few more months without it,” he spoke solemnly and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“A few more months? We still have over half a year to go…”

“I’m trying to look at the glass as half full for once, alright?”

“Tch…” You shook your head at him, but really, you were extremely appreciative of how much he was taking your and the baby’s safety into account. If you were being truly honest, it bothered you that he never really showed any signs of excitement toward the whole situation, but even so, he did have a subtle way of showing he cared so you tried your best to be appreciative… but those damn pregnancy hormones managed to get the best of you more often than not. Remembering all the petty fights you’d picked with Imayoshi because your emotions were going haywire was a bit of a guilt trip; not that you could fully blame yourself with all the chaos happening in your body, but coming off as ungrateful to your loving husband who’s done so much for you just left a bitter taste in your mouth. “Sho-chan…” you started, turning yourself sideways in his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Why are you working so late every day?”

“Because we need money. Why else?” he answered nonchalantly, cradling your figure in his arms.

“Why’d you get my hours cut then? I could be contributing more to our income if I still had my normal hours.”

“Hm, let me think…” he hummed and pretended to think, “ Because you’re pregnant.”

“And?!” you snapped back, bewildered, “I’m not disabled just because I’m pregnant, Shoichi?!”

“For now…” he smirked, your clenched fist threatening to punch him in the stomach, but you held back, knowing it was probably your hormones blowing things out of proportion again. “Either way, the more you work, the more you risk your health. Now that you’re taking care of both yourself and Shoichi junior you need to be more careful.”

“For now?! Shoichi junior?! First of all, I’m more than capable of working throughout the duration of my pregnancy, okay? You don’t need to baby me. You’re always so damn patronizing it’s annoying. And second, how are you so sure the baby is a boy?! I never agreed to Shoichi junior!”

“Now, now, there’s no need to get angry. Shouldn’t any normal person be happy to get out of work—”

“Not if it means you have to compensate by overworking yourself instead!” you choked up, lips quivering as you stared at your husband through glossy eyes.

“Oi… don’t cry…” he frowned, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

“B-but I feel bad!” you try to speak between sniffles, “I’m sitting on my ass for half the day while you’re out working late into the night, over exerting yourself...”

“Shh… You’re not just ‘sitting on your ass’ y’know. While I’m out working late, you have your own job to worry about right here at home, a twenty four hour shift that only you can do.”

Unsure of what he was getting at, you looked at him with pleading eyes, tears still spilling over your lower lash line as you awaited an elaboration.

“You need to take good care of Shoichi junior,” he grinned, smoothing his hand over your little baby bump, “Whatever you do, he’s doing it with you so keep that in mind the next time you try to pick up extra hours.”

“S-stop assum-ming the baby is-s a boy!” you hiccup, stifling your sobs to sound more serious, “But th-thank you… for looking out for me. I-I wish you didn’t have to do so much overtime though…”

“Isn’t it my job to look out for my cute wife?” he asked rhetorically with a soft boop to your nose before proceeding, “Alright, now stop crying would you? Let’s get you to bed.” Scooping you up from his lap, he quickly stood up from the couch and carried you back to the bedroom where he gently laid you down atop the cool, fluffy comforter. He was about to depart when you caught him by surprise, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a quick kiss.

“I love you so much, Shoichi,” you almost whispered, arms still linked at his nape while you stared up at him endearingly.

“Well, if you wanted to join me in the shower that badly, you could’ve just asked,” he delivered with a smirk that made your look of endearment dissipate into one of sheer disappointment.

“Can’t you ever just say ‘I love you’ back?”

“What’s the fun in that? You should know already how much I love you or else I wouldn’t have asked you to marry me.”

“It’s still nice to hear it sometimes!”

“Alright, you win. I love you, too.” Pressing his lips to yours once more, you finally let him go with a satisfying warmth filling your heart as Imayoshi rummaged through his dressers to prepare for his shower. “If you still want to join me at any time, no invitation is needed!” he remarked just as he disappeared into the master bathroom.

What a snake… you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stared up at the ceiling, waiting for slumber to find you. He was clever and cunning and he knew how to press all of your buttons, but just as much, he was loving and caring, and was always there for you in the subtlest ways. There really was no one better for you than him and even though he was annoying at times, you couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else.

* * *

“Congratulations on your pregnancy!” Sakurai greeted excitedly the moment you answered the phone. You had just gotten comfortable on the bed after finishing up some chores around the house, wanting to take a quick break before going on a snack run to the convenience store when Sakurai had suddenly called.

“Thanks, Ryou-kun! How’d you know?”

“I ran into Imayoshi-senpai during lunch rush the other day, so we caught up for a bit. How do you feel? Are your symptoms bad?”

“I’ve been okay… morning sickness sucks, but it’s been less frequent these days. I can’t believe I’m almost through the first trimester already! In a few weeks we get to find out the baby’s sex!”

“That’s great! Are you guys planning to have a baby shower?”

“Uh, well…” you chuckled nervously, “I’d like to, but I haven’t really brought it up to Shoichi yet because he’s so freaking busy… and he’s usually tired on the weekends so I try to let him rest.”

“Oh yeah, he told me about working overtime and saving up to take off when you give birth so I can see why he’d be so exhausted… but a baby shower would be—”

“Wait, Ryou…” you gasped after processing what he’d said, “Shoichi... said that?”

“S-said what?” Sakurai stuttered in a panic, “Did I say something I wasn’t supposed to?! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you guys discussed all of this already, I’m sorry!”

“That he’s going to take off when I give birth? He…” you trailed off to swallow the lump forming in your throat, “He seriously said that?!”

“I-I mean… yeah, b-but… if you didn’t know then… forget it! I probably wasn’t supposed to tell you! I ruined it, I’m sorry!”

“Oh my god, that bastard doesn’t tell me anything!” you sobbed and let everything out, which only freaked out poor Sakurai further.

“Are you crying?! Oh my god, I made you cry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“I can’t believe Shoichi’s been over exerting himself to take off when I give birth!” you continued to wail on the phone whilst Sakurai’s repeated apologies had just become white noise to you. “How did I get so lucky, Ryou-kun? Shoichi always does these nice things for me, but why does he have to be so secretive?! I’m gonna punch him when he comes home!”

“N-n-no! Don’t punch him! I’m sorry! This is all my fault! I’m sorry! J-just pretend I didn’t say anything, ah! I’m sorry!”

“It’s been so lonely around here, you know! And I’ve been getting upset at him for not being there for me! Yet, his whole goal was to be there for me in the end! I’m a horrible wife!”

“No you’re not! I’m sorry I made you think that! It’s not true! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“I need some ice cream,” you sniffled, trying somewhat to calm yourself down, “I’ll call you back later Ryou, and sorry for suddenly breaking down. Pregnancy hormones are no joke… Sorry to worry you though.”

“I-it’s not your fault, I understand. I’m sorry! It’s my fault that I upset you, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“You apologize too much, Ryou-kun. There’s no need to be sorry,” you assured with another sniffle.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m sorry…”

Your eyes were still a little puffy, but after cleaning up a bit, you deemed yourself presentable enough to make a quick trip to the convenience store. Grabbing some loose change and shoving it in your pocket, you made your way to the door as you abruptly brought an end to your chat with your old classmate. “I’m heading out now, talk to you later.”

“Okay, I’m sorry again... a-and don’t be so hard on Imayoshi-senpai! It’s my fault! I’m sorry!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. Bye, Ryou.”

“Okay, bye. Sorry again!”

As soon as you ended the call, you were out the door, slowly but surely making your way down the sidewalk to the convenience store while the information that Sakurai had disclosed repeated itself in your head. For the past few months, you had assumed that Imayoshi didn’t care much for your pregnancy and the general concept of having a baby; he was just doing what he needed to do as a good husband. According to Sakurai though, it seemed that he did care a lot more than you gave him credit for, and he was manipulating his work schedule and income to spend time with you and the baby later down the line… but why would he neglect you now?! The pregnancy is just as rough, if not rougher than taking care of a newborn fetus.

Stupid Shoichi… you huffed as you stormed into the convenience store, taking no more than a few minutes to grab your favorite ice cream and pay for it at the register. He’s always in his own world, doing things his own way without telling me or taking my feelings into account…

Continuing to sulk to yourself, you made your way back out wanting nothing more than to get home quickly and enjoy your frozen treat in solitude, but to your dismay, you were stopped by some weasel cat-calling you, making vulgar remarks about how you were knocked up and saying other sexual things that you didn’t even care to process. You were just about ready to kick this piece of shit in the nuts, but before you could even approach him, you were interrupted by a familiar voice that sounded so calm it was terrifying, yet relief washed over you knowing exactly who it was.

“Are you friends with my dear y/n?” Imayoshi asked with a grin and the most bone-chilling glare, head cocked to the side in demonstration of passive-aggressive friendliness. “If not, I’d highly advise you to scram.”

“Sh-Shoichi?! Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” you exclaim in surprise, not even batting an eye while your harasser made a run for it.

“My, my, to think you’ve been doing your own share of travelling while I’ve been gone.” Cracking one eye open, Imayoshi noted your bewildered facial expression with a chuckle before lightly pinching your cheek with one hand.

“It’s literally a block away from home,” you replied defensively, swatting his hand away.

“That’s my point, darling,” he stated matter-of-factly, to which you simply rolled your eyes. You were about to argue back, but before you could say anything more, he swept you off your feet into the cliche princess carry thing and held you like that all the way back home despite the curious onlookers.

“Shoichi!” you whined bashfully, burying your face in his neck.

“I wanted to spend some time home with my little basketball, so I finished work early today,” he spoke up, unbothered by your reaction; he thoroughly enjoyed embarrassing you out in public because he always thought you reactions were cute.

“Ahem, excuse me?! Little basketball?!” you gasped in disbelief.

You were tempted to slap the smug look off his face as he answered, but knowing he was just teasing, as usual, you decided it wasn’t worth blowing up about. “Well, you’re obviously not a full sized basketball... yet, so for now you’re my little basketball.”

Unwilling to put in the energy to give him a snappy response, you simply let out a frustrated sigh which Imayoshi happily took as a win. It wasn’t much longer before the two of you finally arrived home and of course, he carried you straight to the bedroom, insisting that you needed to rest. He was hardly ever home to cook or do any housework, but tonight, he did everything and you couldn’t have been more grateful to have such an amazing husband.

As the two of you finished up your dinner-in-bed that Imayoshi had prepared, you couldn’t stop, or maybe you didn’t even try to stop the tears that welled in your eyes from rolling down your cheeks. Imayoshi noticed right away and reached out to wipe away the wetness for you with a frown, “Why are you crying?”

“Pregnancy hormones…” you sniffled.

“Well, yeah, but there must be an underlying reason.”

You sat in silence for a moment to gather your thoughts, which unfortunately only made you more emotional and in turn, made Imayoshi ten times more confused, so you ended up spilling your heart out about everything in the least collected way imaginable. “I-I feel so bad! I kept picking fights with you and saying you don't care about anything, but you do care and, and Ryou called me today and told me that you’ve been saving up to stay home with me and the baby so now I feel even more terrible and ungrateful! You do so much for me, even today at the convenience store and making dinner and everything and all I do is get mad at you! Why do you even stay with me, I’m the worst wife ever!”

“Excuse me, but I don’t tolerate anyone talking shit about my wife,” he spoke calmly, holding your chin up with his slim digits, “And Sakurai told you about my plan, huh?”

“H-he just meant to congratulate me on my pregnancy, b-but since we were catching up he mentioned that he ran into you and then i-it kinda just... came up...”

“Well, I guess it can’t be helped then. Surprise!” Imayoshi feigned, holding his hands up in some kind of celebratory manner, “Since we both went back to work, we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together, but I thought that it’d be good for both of us and Shoichi junior if we spent quality time together as a family when he finally comes around. That’s why I started picking up so much overtime, but I did schedule some half days every so often too, like today, because I figured you’d get lonely being home alone all week.”

“SHOICHI!” you howled before nuzzling your face in his chest to cry a sobfest. He didn’t try to calm you down this time under the assumption that sometimes you just needed to let all your emotions out, so instead, he held you close in a loving embrace while his fingers combed soothingly through the hair on the back of your head. “I -uhv woo so -wuch,” you mumbled against him.

“I love you, too.”

Epilogue: the baby ended up actually being a boy and you never heard the end of it from Imayoshi with his “Shoichi junior” jokes. He does make time for a baby shower though and in the end, literally like a week before you give birth, you guys decide on a name you both like. ♡

[deputyjuyeon]

JUMPSHOT ✢ HYUNJAE┇13

how y/n got her flowers pt.1

❊ warnings: profanities

wc: ±480

the other day after going to the mall..

Y/n pov

"Y/n, Hyunjae, we're gonna head home first yeah? You two have fun," Yujin linked her arm on Wonyoung's, "But don't do anything stupid kay?"

Hyunjae chuckled and waved, smirking at her comment.

"Wait that means I gotta go too. Yujin wait up!" you panicked, imagining all the possible scenarios that would happen if you hadn't gone home with the two of them.

It wasn't late at all, they'd just finished lunch, but you were desperately trying to avoid being alone together with Hyunjae.

But wait.. don't I like him? You're probably wondering. Yes, you do, that's exactly why.

"Y/n, Hyunjae literally lives two floors below you," Yujin's sudden glare made you startle.

"It's one floor actually," Hyunjae added.

"That's even better!"

While keeping her gaze stuck on you, Yujin reached for her phone and sent a text message.

A ring was heard from inside your pocket.

Frowning at Yujin's text, you blurted out, "But he wants to go somewhere else first no?" you turn to Hyunjae only to be disappointed by his answer.

"No, I can take you home," his eyes turned into crescent moons and his cheeks looked extra adorable that you felt like pinching them.

You melted from his smile till you realize you weren't standing straight.

Hyunjae was quick to catch you in his arms. Concerned, he asked a million questions, "Y/n, are you okay? Are you not feeling well? Should we go home? Do you need me to carry you?"

Holy shit. You're so fucking gorgeous.

You were still out of it. You couldn't hear anything or see anyone but him. Your faces were merely inches apart. You experienced a light tingle when his breath came in contact with your lips. Your heart skipped a beat—maybe even two. Good thing you hadn't forgotten how to breathe.

"See, I think it's pretty alright to leave you both together. We'll be going then, bye!" Yujin saw her chance to escape and she did, leaving you two together at last.

The both of you turned to Yujin while you were still in Hyunjae's grasp. Soon, you two realized that the position you were in was awkward and he let go, still making sure you were feeling okay.

"Are you sure you're alright Y/n? We can go home right now, if you want."

"No, it's okay, I'm okay. You still have a place in mind?"

"I think there's just a park outside. Wanna go? You're a hundred percent sure you're fine right?"

Nodding to his question, you take a few deep breaths to prepare yourself for whatever this boy could do to you. Be it puking from a single smirk from him or passing out just because the Lee Hyunjae is walking together with you, alone, because he wants to.

Yeah, I'm fine. As long as your pretty face doesn't stare at me for too long.

❊ synopsis: for years of being a basketball prodigy, everything seemed easy for you, but things change when you need to take on a whole new challenge on the court: to face 12 men with immaculate talent for sport and unbelievable good looks.

❊ pairings: fem!reader × tbz!ot12 (this is the path for hyunjae's ending! if you'd like to read other's endings, check out the masterlist at the end of the post!)

❊ a/n: don't really like this chapt but what can i do 😭 also its been a while since i posted a written chapter and ive gotten suckier UGH i hate this

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