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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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Chocolates vs Aliens

Eddie/Venom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Fluff, details of pregnancy , childbirth mentions. Venom loves babies! This! Is! A hill! I will die on!

A/N: The winners of the poll! I'll do the Moon Boys next! Also okay its not a drabble but enjoy this hot word vomit asdfghjkl idk should I make a part 2??

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"SHE IS OUT OF CHOCOLATE?!" Venom's voice boomed inside his head.

"Relax, buddy, we can hit up the 7/11 down the street." Eddie scoffed, adjusting his wireless earbud. Thankfully it looked like he was on the phone, so he could talk freely to Venom without anyone thinking he was insane.

And well, he kind of was, a tiny bit.

Just a tad...

"BUT I CAN SMELL IT!" The symbiote whined childishly as Eddie scooped the frozen egg rolls into the wiry basket looped over his arms.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Mrs Chen could have eaten the last one, Vee. Just chill. How about some chocolate ice cream?" Eddie grinned at the pun.

"No! We always get brain freezes!" He entity huffed.

"Because you scarf down the whole tub in one go." Eddie chuckled.

Venom grumbled again, and a tendril snaked out from beneath Eddie's sweater and dropped a box of brownie mix into the basket. "Fine. I can settle with these."

"Whatever you say, love, but you're helping me bake the shit." The man shrugged in reply as he remembered to grab a carton of milk. He'd need some eggs, too... Well, at least his landlord let him move the chicken coop to the roof in exchange for some free eggs.

Those chickens were fat and spoiled, and Venom loved the little critters dearly, which Eddie always found humorous. Now, whenever Eddie made the joke of turning them into KFC, Venom would be aghast and headbutt him, citing that Sonny and Cher were his "babies".

He'd been talking like that a lot lately, Eddie realized. Venom apparently had a paternal streak in him. Eddie noticed that as well when Venom would find homeless kids or runaways, helping them and trying to seem as non-threatening as possible, even going as far as to change his fangs so they were blunt. (One of the kids assured him that was far creepier than the monster fangs, which made Eddie nearly keel over in laughter...)

"Deal." Venom purred happily, the tendril receding back to slip beneath Eddie's shirt and wrap around him like a hug.

"Alright, alright." Eddie chuckled, grabbing an extra box just in case as he walked around the shelves, sparing a glance at his phone to check the time.

"Eddie." Venom's voice said.

"What?" Eddie lifted his gaze, feeling Venom's haste flood him and put him on alert.

His eyes trailed the store until he landed on the checkout counter, where you were sitting. Not Mrs Chen, but cute, innocent, blissful you.

You were happily munching on a chocolate bar, one of the very ones Venom wanted. It would seem you had claimed it, eating the sugary morsel happily.

"Oh." Eddie mumbled.

He felt it as Venom seized control of his legs suddenly, sending him forward in jerking motions until he practically ran into the counter, making you jump in surprise.

"Oh! Sorry!" He smiled awkwardly, a faint blush to his cheeks.

'Venom, quit it! I'll get you chocolate later!' He said mentally to the alien inhabiting his body.

"No, Eddie. Wait."

"I, ah... Got a bit sidetracked and tripped over my feet." He added.

You smiled at him, "Oh, god. Yeah, I feel you. Lately it's like dragging my heels through wet cement." You chuckled.

Huh. You were... God, you were cute. He could tell even Venom thought so. With your cute fluffy turtleneck and your hair all done, your cheeks nice and rosy from the blush you'd applied.

Which... brought up the question.

"I've never seen you 'round here before." Eddie commented. "Mrs Chen is usually the only person I see in here..."

"Oh! I'm new in town, I live just down and street and she saw my situation and offered me a part-time here. I have a work from home job and everything, but ugh, just staying cooped up inside is so boring!" You say the last part with a groan.

"Damn, would've been nice if she offered me that job a couple years ago." Eddie chuckled.

You giggled a bit at him and looked at his basket, "Is that all for ya, hon?"

"Oh, yeah!" Eddie said, carefully organizing the things onto the glass counter. His eyes flicked to the candy bar you were still steadily breaking pieces off of.

"Bit of a sweet tooth, huh?" He teased.

"Ugh, god... lately? Yes! The craving for it has been absolute hell." You sigh exhaustedly. "Almost everything in my apartment is chocolate flavored or scented now!"

"... Cravings?" Eddie echoed, raising a thick brow.

"Okay, I know what you're thinking and no. It's not "that time of the month" like your brain is probably saying." You snort.

Eddie watches as your hand trails down to your midsection and you pat your belly beneath the plush fabric of your sweater, where a gentle swell stood out a bit more prominently as you smooth the fabric taut over your stomach.

"I just have a certain little jellybean who thinks they can dictate what mama wants to eat all the time. And apparently, chocolate is what's on the menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And... in between." You chuckle.

"OH." Eddie and Venom thought in unison.

"That's why she smells like that!" Venom barked, realizing the underlying scent of chocolate on you was laced with something else. Hormones. He was picking up on those, too.

"Oh! Uh, congrats!" Eddie said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm sure you and your, uh, partner are probably super happy, huh?"

"Oh, no, it's just me." You smiled with a hum, taking another little sweet square between your lips.

Eddie's brow furrowed. "What?"

"Okay, so I'm not gonna be rude, but I will explain." You snicker. You seemed infinitely patient and polite about the subject. Apparently this very thing must be a common occurrence with you, that random people must constantly ask this same question, and how tiring it surely must be to answer it again and again...

"No, I don't have a partner, husband, or anything. No daddy."

Eddie awkwardly pointed to your belly. "Then how did y'know... that get in there?"

Eddie controlled the flinch he wanted to make when Venom pinched him. "You did NOT just call her baby a THAT!"

"Yeah, yeah I know. But there's something everyone forgets, and that it doesn't always "take two to tango"." You smile at him again, ringing up his items with one hand, chocolate still clutched firmly in another.

"I decided that I wanted to be a mom. But I didn't want to just go out and get pregnant willy nilly. I have a good job, steady income. But I don't have time to date and there's always the concern that I'd be left a single parent if whoever I was with decided parenthood wasn't for them, y'know?"

Eddie nodded patiently as he and Venom listened to you with rapt attention.

"I went to a fertility clinic, did what the doctor said, then had my egg fertilized with a sperm donor. And then boom," You point to your belly. "Jellybean."

"Oh, that... Yeah okay I forget fertility clinics are a thing." Eddie laughed, shaking his head.

"Well I'm glad you're so open-minded about it!" You grin. "Most people judge me and go "oh your baby needs a father!" and the ever so classic "you don't even know who the father is?" line."

Eddie frowned, and he could tell even Venom was irritated on your behalf. "You don't need to have a partner or spouse to raise a baby. Seriously. What is this, the 1940s?"

"I knoooow!" You giggle again. "And besides! I can support me and my baby just fine, and I'm already happy and so far the pregnancy has been a breeze!"

Eddie could feel a tugging sensation from Venom. The symbiote was curious, and wanted to touch. But Eddie knew that was not only rude as hell, but to some people, socially unacceptable if you don't know the person or ask permission first.

"How uh, far along are you?"

"I just hit my second trimester." You chirp proudly, patting your belly. "The baby's tiny, but I'm finally showing, now."

"Ohhh." Eddie snapped his fingers. "Hence "jellybean", right?"

"Yes!" You laugh.

Eddie pulled out his card and swiped it to pay for the groceries. "It's a cute nickname. Have you thought of any names yet?"

Your brain did a record scratch, and Eddie could see the look on your face.

Nope. Not at all.

You hadn't thought of a damn one. Especially because you didn't know the sex of your baby yet.

"Uh...."

Eddie started snickering at your expression, "Ahhh. My bad." He shoots you a cocky grin, "If I can recommend a name, Eddie is a pretty strong one!"

"Weak." Venom mocked.

"Eddie?" You echo, blinking.

"Oh, don't listen to him, girl." Mrs Chen snorted as she walked up to you two, whacking Eddie with a rolled up newspaper. "This boy is nothing but trouble!"

Her words were jabbing, but not spoken without affection, so you could tell they had a history together.

"Ow! Hey!" Eddie pouted, rubbing the top of his head.

"Oh please, I'd need to shoot this out of a cannon to dent that hard head of yours!" She huffed with a smirk, crossing her arms.

She tilted her head and noticed the candy bar in your hand, and made the mental connection with Eddie and Venom. Riiiiiight. Venom needed chocolate. Mrs Chen tossed it to you when you started scrolling through your phone for door dash orders for chocolate cakes from local restaurants to sate your cravings.

"Oh, right. Sorry about your chocolate fix." Mrs Chen replied, her gum smacking softly. "Gave the lady one to help ease her stomach."

The flush to your cheeks made Eddie smile as you looked at the candy in your hand. "I'm sorry!" You sputtered.

"Hey, man, you got a baby in you. You can't exactly tell the little, uh.... eh. The little person they can't have it?" Eddie struggled. He wasn't sure how the whole cravings thing worked, honestly. Would you indeed cry if he didn't accept your offer? Would your baby get hungry? Was that a thing? He knew jack and shit about babies in general, man.

"Pff, moron."

'Parasite.'

"I AM NOT A PARASITE!"

"Oh, I know but uh..." You say, your eyelashes fluttering as you think, looking from Eddie to the bar in your hand. You decided to finish breaking off the pieces you were working on, and extend your hand giving the rest to Eddie. "Here! I'm good, if I need more I can nab some from the gas station down the street."

"Oh! Uh... I don't wanna, y'know. Take anything from you and your baby." Eddie said, waving his hands.

"Eddie, if you refuse to take it, she could cry." Mrs Chen teased. "You don't want to make a pregnant woman cry do you?"

Eddie's face was hilarious as panic started to bubble up within him as he looked from you, to your outstretched hand, to Mrs Chen, who stood as proud as can be at the chaos she had just sewn.

"Hey! I'm not that hormonal!" You retort to the older lady. But... you deflate a tiny bit. "...Okay, well not yet but still!"

Eddie was still going through the moral dilemma of accepting the kind gesture vs taking candy from a literal baby in somebody's womb.

Venom made the choice for him, extending our Eddie's hand and letting him take it.

"I, uh... Thanks." Eddie blabbered quickly.

"Now let's go home before you make an idiot out of us further." Venom cackled gleefully at the socially awkward situation.

Eddie grabbed the plastic bags and gave an awkward wave and a smile before skittering out of the store with his tail between his legs.

"Geez, he needs to get laid once in a while." Mrs Chen scoffed, going over to check inventory.

You barely had a moment to collect yourself, stopping before you laughed so hard you peed yourself.

That was the first time you and Eddie ever met. It would not be the last.

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Eddie shopped at Mrs Chen's place pretty regularly, her prices were easy on the wallet and she was close by to he and Venom's apartment.

You steadily built up a rapport with Eddie over the next two or three weeks. Venom was inexplicably drawn to you, wanting to constantly convince Eddie to touch your belly.

Eddie kept reminding him that it was frankly rude as shit to do that, and that hell, it would probably make you uncomfortable.

Not long after that, Eddie and Venom discovered--to Venom's utter glee--thay you lived in the same building, the apartment just above his. They found this out when Venom insisted on making sure you made it home after your shift at Mrs Chen's ended, knowing how vulnerable a pregnant lady looked to crooks and criminals.

Twice Venom caught and ate the brains of lowlifes who tried stalking you.

Venom, despite you not knowing of his existence, was fiercely protective of you. And... well he liked you. They liked you.

Eddie hated how quickly both he and Venom became infatuated with you, listening to you talk about your baby, your cravings... They could tell you were lonely despite your cheerful demeanor. Yes, Eddie and Venom had each other already, but they quickly thought about adding you to the mix.

But again, you didn't know about the alien slime monster living inside of Eddie. That subject would have to definitely wait...

He would check on you, leaning his head out his window on occasion to talk to you as you looked up, it brightened up the monotony of your at-home life in between work, asking about how you were feeling as your pregnancy developed. He even texted you lists of different baby names and their meanings to help you out!

When he first asked you out, you were floored. You've never met a man who was interested in a woman pregnant with somebody else's baby, before. You've heard about it sure, but... You were more surprised anyone was interested in you while pregnant with some guy's baby. Let alone your cute downstairs neighbor who apparently babied his pet chickens that were kept on the rooftop.

He even introduced you to them! You didn't hold them of course, for fear of bacteria, and chuckled as he furiously disinfected himself before even coming within three feet of you, all for you and your baby's health.

A man who was sweet, considerate, caring and he loves animals? Add the looks to that bill and that was a difference you were willing to pay. How was he still single?!

But... Well. That changed after your first date, and he was glad you accepted it all.

And it wasn't long after that (several weeks actually) you discovered he wasn't, in fact, single. He didn't have a girlfriend or anything but he certainly had a partner.

Said partner... was some kind of ooze-critter that lived inside of him. And you only found this out when you came home from a late night convenience store run for some triple chocolate chunk ice cream, walked into your apartment...

And saw him.

Venom, in his hulking form, stood awkwardly in your apartment, looking like a deer trapped in headlights when you flicked your lights back on, the ice cream in your bag forgotten.

As your door slowly swung closed due to angled flooring, you opened your mouth to scream.

Venom cut you off, his massive hands shooting up and he waved them, "DON'T SCREAM!"

You snapped your mouth shut, your teeth making an audible click as your heart hammered in your chest.

"We were worried! You weren't responding to our texts or when we knocked on your door?" His deep and rumbly voice growled out.

You shudder at the timbre of his voice, eyes never once leaving the rows of jagged fangs in his maw. You drop your plastic bag and step back, covering your belly--now very prominent as you were later in your term--protectively.

That seems to... upset him? He frowned, looking at the carpet as he lowered his hands, his large eyes narrowing as he carefully thought, trying to think of ways to alleviate the fear bubbling through you.

He took a slow step towards you, like you were a frightened animal caught in a trap that he had to be gentle with, lest you struggle or flail and get hurt.

"We were worried about you. We--" His head snapped to his left and he snarled. "Yes! "We"! You were worried, too! Don't try to say you weren't!"

You watch, in shock as he has essentially a one-sided argument with himself, getting exasperated, saying the word "love" and "dear" here and there.

You stayed, scared, until the ugly sensation of your nausea reared its ugly head and you dropped the plastic bag, literally shoving past this gigantic creature in a mad dash to your bathroom or you were gonna blow chunks right then and there.

You didn't even shut the door before you collapsed to your knees, hugging the bowl as you heaved the contents of your digestive system into the pearly white porcelain, leaving what could only be the Venom, the creature that supposedly stalked your city eating people, in your living room.

By the end of the nausea fit, your eyes were watery, your nose was runny and your face blotched with color, the whites of your eyes glassy from the strain. You felt lightheaded and dizzy as you rinsed your mouth with water right from the tap, gargling and spitting until the foul acidic taste went away.

You felt your now empty stomach growl and your first instinct was to go get food and eat again, to replenish the energy you just spent hurling everything you ate that day.

But then you remembered...

The big guy.

You didn't have any sort of object to wield as a weapon, so you merely sheepishly peeked around the corner, watching as the creature called Venom gingerly moved about your kitchen, things that looked like tentacles reaching out and grabbing a cup, some ice, and a can of ginger ale from your fridge and pour it into the cup; all the while making a sandwich. Nutella with your banana/mango spread. A favorite you'd started to enjoy in the past week.

But the only person you ever told that to was...

You froze when he turned around, locking eyes with you as he set the food on your breakfast island, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

"We... We know that you're probably hungry after... So we figured..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the food and drink in front of him.

"How do you know..." You breathed.

His colossal shoulders heave as he sighed, walking around the island and over to you, stopping just a mere few feet away.

"Promise not to be mad? Or scream?"

You weren't sure why in the hell he asked you that, but you felt already too far gone into shock to really argue. Plus, throwing up took all urges to scream from your poor sore throat.

So, you nodded.

"Okay."

You watched as the strange black goo peels back layer by slinking layer, until a man is revealed beneath.

But it's not just any man.

It's fucking Eddie. Your neighbor-turned-recent-boyfriend.

"You--!"

"We can explain! Just please, please don't be mad at us!" Eddie winced.

You felt another dizzy spell start to hit at this revelation. "How long--"

"A few years. Look, we planned on telling you. It's just... not tonight. When you didn't answer my texts or calls, I got worried and..." He sighed.

You watched as Venom's head moved out from behind Eddie's shoulder to peer at you, the thick black goo that made up the appendage holding his head up moving almost like water. He offered you a smile, and part of you wished that'd solve the tension in the air, to assuage your increasing confusion. But sadly, it didn't.

"Vee didn't want to fucking wait an extra ten minutes when you didn't answer the door and climbed through your window, which you should start locking I mean I know we're on the upper floors with no balcony or fire escape, but it's still a safety concern and with the baby--"

You interrupted Eddie's rambling. "Vee?" You echo.

"Uh--okay. That's what I call Venom when he isn't being an incorrigible shithead. Or a parasite who takes control of my body." Eddie sighed.

You almost laughed when Venom headbutted him in the side of his head.

"Stop calling me that! It's rude!" Venom snarled.

"No, what's rude is breaking into somebody's apartment!" Eddie retorted, jabbing a finger at Venom. "We talked about this!"

"You were worried, too!"

"Yes but I wasn't going to crawl through her goddamn window!"

Your eyes darted from one to the other as they started bickering like a... like a... Oh.

Yeah. It was after a two hour long conversation that Eddie told you everything. About his ex, the Life Foundation, finding Venom, fighting Riot, then the whole thing with Carnage, Venom's offspring... and of course, their actual relationship with one another, now. They argued like a married couple because they basically were one, complete with... well. You weren't ready in the current situation to imagine how the bedroom situation worked between them, yet.

You took it better than he expected. Way better.

"Honestly.... The only thing scarier than Venom is childbirth." You said, sitting next to him on the couch, your hands on your belly.

"...Eddie." you said slowly.

"Uh--yeah? What's up, sweetheart?" He asked awkwardly, Venom's eyes immediately drawn down to where your hands caressed the bump beneath your thin t shirt.

"How come you haven't asked to touch my belly yet? I'm... surprised. I've had random people come up to me and ask, but not... you."

"Wait... uh. So. You're giving... Permission?" Eddie asked, blinking his big, ridiculously lashed eyes at you.

"Well, yeah, and--"

"FINALLY!" Venom hissed.

In a black blur, Venom lurched forward over Eddie's shoulder, straight for your tummy. He pressed the side of his head against your belly, tendrils of his strange slime-like flesh wrapping around your midsection; listening to the baby's heartbeat and feeling for any movements.

Eddie meanwhile, looked equal parts horrified and embarrassed as he facepalmed, blushing all the way to his ears. "That's why. He's been fucking obsessed with you and your baby since he first realized you were pregnant."

You looked down as the symbiote cuddled you, and by extension, your baby, your jaw agape at how he was purring while he nuzzled into you.

"...That's why you're always so concerned about me?" You asked dumbly, blinking over at Eddie, who gave you an awkward smile and shrug in reply.

"Yeah, hate to break it to you, doll, but... Vee has kinda... claimed you two." He said.

"Claimed me." You repeated.

"Yeah. He has this thing... with kids?" He rolled his hand to try and think of words to describe it. "He's overprotective. He's the same with Sonny and Cher, it's just... he doesn't interact with many pregnant people so when he met you, that weird little drive kicked in. The fact that we both started feeling something for you outside of that kinda blindsided us, but..."

"So what?" Venom scoffed, resting his chin on the curve of your belly, looking up at you with a grin. "This is our baby now, and we will protect the both of you."

"Venom!" Eddie snapped.

"You claimed us?" You were having a difficult time wrapping your head around this. All of it. The whole situation in general. First your boyfriend has a boyfriend who technically isn't a boy but identifies as one because gender was a foreign concept to his species, they were together before they met you, Venom is a literal alien--

And now... was he saying...

"L-Look, I know it's early on and we haven't been dating long, but..." Eddie rubbed his sweaty palms on his faded-out jeans.

"Are you two saying... that you want to be with me? Rest of the pregnancy, birth, and all?"

The hell was your life, some kind of weird, cheap, sci-fi romance novel? The dashing, handsome alien(s) swoop in and offer to help raise your baby? What kind of parallel world were you in?

Eddie was quiet, and Venom merely stared at him, before looking back at you.

"Yes." He said. "Eddie is too much of a pussy to say it, but he likes the idea of taking care of a tiny you."

"Venom! Fuck! Stop calling me that!" Eddie snapped at the symbiote as he protectively snuggled your tummy.

Venom merely stuck his tongue out at him, "I will when you stop calling me a parasite!" He looked back up at you, giving you the best rendition he could of a hurt puppy. "Do you see how he talks to me? Despicable!"

You snorted a short laugh before you could stop yourself, and covered your mouth.

"Hah! See? She thinks I'm funny! So shut it!"

"Oh, my god, that does not count--"

"Yes it does I already won." Venom said contentedly.

"Look!" Eddie groans. "Just... We are willing to be with you. Take care of you, and help with the baby. If... you'll have us. I know this whole situation is weird, but..." Eddie trails off, looking at you hopefully.

The decision wasn't as difficult as you thought it'd be. Eddie and Venom haven't given you a reason to be afraid--other than scaring the shit out of you earlier because Venom apparently has fucking anxiety--and, well... They were so sweet, and gentle... And if Venom doting on your unborn baby currently was any indication, the affection would probably increase a hundred fold after your little bundle of joy arrived.

"Okay." You said.

All the tension seemed to drain from Eddie's body and he sighed, a relieved smile blooming on his face as he looked at you with a look in his eyes that had your heart doing a little flip in your chest.

"Thank God..." Eddie sighed happily.

Venom grinned widely at you, before shooting back to Eddie and seizing the body again, his inky black mass covering Eddie entirely.

Your couch creaked under the added weight of Venom's increased mass as he leaned over, dwarfing your whole body as he wrapped his thick, tree-trunk arms around your tinier body, nuzzling into your cheek before giving you a kiss. Thankfully no tongue, because you thought you'd probably choke if he did that.

When he pulled back, your face was flush at the boldness of his actions, and looked up at him as his opalescent eyes narrowed sweetly down at you.

But something Venom said clicked into your brain, finally, once it rebooted from the kiss.

"Venom, you said you two wouldn't mind helping raise a tiny me." You began. "But I don't know if I'm having a boy or girl, yet."

"Oh, we can." Venom grinned. "I could tell when I was holding onto you. It was easy."

"What?!" You sputter.

"You're having a little girl, by the way."

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You booked an appointment two weeks later. And damn, Venom was right. You were having a girl! At least the naming situation was easier, now that you narrowed down the sex.

Many people said you and Eddie were moving fast, but you ignored them because they didn't know the real situation. Your apartment was bigger, two rooms, one for you (and now Eddie and Venom) and the other was the nursery for the baby.

Eddie was affectionate, but Venom was downright clingy. He was almost always wrapped around your belly in some way or another, purring as he used his weird slimy body to massage you. He helped with your back strain surprisingly, how he would massage you. Eddie proposed maybe letting Venom bond with you for the remainder of the pregnancy to ensure safety and good health, but Venom shot the idea down himself.

He explained it like it was a bit like an organ donor match, if you weren't a match for him you could get sick, or God forbid both you and the baby could die. And to Eddie's surprise Venom made the nature decision to settle for massaging your back and tummy to ease the strain.

Venom jumped at the chance to rub your coconut oil into your belly to help ease the risk and appearance of stretch marks, too.

Through the mood swings, crazy cravings and nesting phases and all, you two boyfriends stayed with you through all of it. Several times you woke up to Venom and Eddie cooking in the kitchen, making sure you had a decent breakfast in the morning.

The only problem was... well. They cooked like broke college boys. So, you spent time giving them cooking lessons, which was one of the funnest things you'd done in a while. The messes were worth cleaning up, the cute recordings you made were memories that'd last a very very long time.

Nighttime cuddles were great, Venom slinking beneath the blankets to wrap around both you and Eddie to snuggle, massaging you the whole night. It really helped when he would conform a certain way so you could lay on your side comfortably and ease the strain on your poor spine and hips.

Who needed a pregnancy pillow when you had a symbiote, right?

Eddie and Venom read up as much as they could on the subject of babies and childbirth and to say Eddie was terrified was an absolute understatement. The photos and diagrams alone had him chewing his nails (getting a swift smack from Venom) and he felt himself getting queasy when he found out that apparently you would be delivering the placenta as well?!

How much did you have to go through, making a tiny human?!

This whole situation amused the fuck out of you, however, as you'd done all this research and merely accepted it. A bit of blood, etcetera after delivery seemed easy to deal with given you've dealt with your period since puberty and that alone was a mess by itself...

But watching a man learn more about it? Oh, it was hilarious.

But hey! They were excited for a cute little baby girl to snuggle and kiss!

One night, you were laying in bed as you scrolled through various baby items online, saving a few cute things for later. Eddie had his head on your shoulder, watching a movie, with an arm draped over your belly, now painfully (sometimes literally) obvious bump, feeling the baby shift and move around as she kicked inside of you.

Venom had encapsulated Eddie's arm, his massive hand stroking your tummy idly.

Apparently, a thought had been bouncing around in Venom's brain and he finally decided to ask it. His head morphed from behind Eddie and peered over at you.

"The baby is a girl." He said.

"Yeah, Venom, that's been established." Eddie snorted, moving until his cheek was resting on your chest.

"Eddie, that's mean." You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. "Venom, continue."

"Thank you, sweet thing." Venom purred at you, shooting Eddie a glare afterwards.

"But anyway... If the baby is a girl now..." He tipped his head to the side. "What if the baby decides or realizes when she's older that she isn't one? Or either?"

You lower your phone, eyebrows raised at the gravity of his question. Even Eddie sat up on his elbow to look at Venom, surprised at the depth of the question coming from his symbiote. Honestly though, the subject made sense coming from a species that technically didn't have genders in the first place...

Venom seemed happy with your reply, and looked to Eddie expectantly. He already knew what his opinion was, but he wanted him to say it out loud for you.

"Well..." You begin. "If she decides she wasn't born the right gender, or feels like she's neither, or even leaning on both scales... I won't have a problem. I just want our baby to be happy and healthy, not conformed or trapped in any way. That includes the identity she will have as she realizes things about herself."

"Well, I don't have room to talk on gender identity." Eddie snickered. "Considering how you didn't really decide to go by male pronouns until you bonded with me and stuck with that identity because it fit for you... so, yeah. Whatever the baby decides when she's old enough is fine with me."

You grin and kiss Eddie on his temple, ruffling his hair as Venom nuzzles into your belly.

Yeah...

Safe, happy, and loved. That's what your baby would be, no matter what. With her two weird dads and her mom who puts up with their nonsense.

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wisecloudnightmare · 1 year ago

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ohh like he's force-fed emotions but it's too much so he pukes it back out. Very distressing for both him and the witness (Tim)

wait what if the reason tim wanted to cry isn't from frustration? instead it's Danny's erupting emotion that affected him.

How old are they?

Nevertheless, with introduction like that, Tim and the bats are gonna be real protective of Danny.

"And then– I kicked ass and got crowned for it!" Danny sobs, the air around them filled with fear gas, Tim trying everything he can think of to console his little brother.

It's interesting to witness the way danny reacts to the gas with his biology–

Not now, Tim. Crying brother first.

"How about riding back to my apartment, hm? I'll get some takeout, and we watch movies." The mask makes it difficult, nothing he couldn't handle however.

The sobs don't decrease and Tim feels like sobbing himself now.

In a swoop, he's cradling danny, walking to his bike and driving off.

So much for getting to know your long estranged little brother.

#dpxdc #Danny Fenton #tim drake #tim: i have Danny for 5 minutes but if anything happens to him I'll kill everyone and then myself #Danny outed himself as loyalty lol #now i can't stop imagining tim calling Danny his little prince asdfghjkl #out of character? this is MY sandbox go away #ghost king au #what if Danny doesn't wanna be a king so tim takes it from his hand #like when a toddler picks yucky veggies out of his plate and down his older sibling's hand expecting him to eat them #(no i wasn't like that. trust me.)#and tim like kay little dude but the yucky thing isn't a meal it's a fucking kingship and tim is willing to die if it means his brother can #live happily #no tim's fine. really. why don't you guys go play with danny. tim? busy. with WE yknow.#so. he's gonna—yeah the portal is a shortcut to his office didn't he tell you? oh really? weird. anyway paperwork bye-

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beomboomboom · 8 months ago

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Hidden Secret

genre: fluff, fwb to lovers, drunk confession

pairing: Jeonghan x reader

summary: In which the one secret Jeonghan never wanted to reveal got revealed in the worst way possible.

warnings: mentions of drinking and alcohol, swearing, suggestive, mentions of sex

note: Drunk Jeonghan is so fine asdfghjkl (prove me wrong 😤😛). This fic is part of an ask for drunken confession fics. Enjoy reading the fic <33

Jeonghan doesn't consider himself one to keep secrets from you.

In fact, he's practically shown and told you everything. From all the juicy drama he hears from his friends to what his body looks like underneath all his baggy clothes that he wears all the time.

But there is an exception of course. He has one secret that he vows to never tell you, or anyone for that matter. A secret that he knows will most definitely ruin his friendship with you, or any contact with you at all in the first place.

A secret that has him wanting to be more than friends who casually fuck.

But he knows that you'll never see him that way. So rather than confessing to you, he's resolved to remain content, because being with you and being able to feel your body against his is better than nothing at all.

Groaning, Jeonghan begrudgingly wakes up as he feels a sharp throbbing pain in his head, evidence of his drinking activities last night.

Gosh, I really shouldn't have drank so much.

Yawning and stretching his arms, Jeonghan suddenly halts to a stop when he sees your bare body peacefully sleeping right next to him.

That's weird.

Normally after you and Jeonghan fuck he'll usually clean you up and walk you home, not let you stay and sleep with him (that only happens on your monday movie nights). So the fact that you're here sleeping next to him while naked is an rare occurrence to say the least.

Suddenly all the memories from last night flood back into his head.

The party.

Getting drunk.

Wait.

His secret he vowed to never tell anyone.

His secret that he might've just admitted to you while drunk last night.

Shit.

"Jeonghan?! Where are you dragging me?" You question, confusion evident on your face as Jeonghan whisks you away from your conversation at the party in his house.

"I need to tell you a secret," Jeonghan whispers into your ear with a drunk smile. "Let's go in there."

"Wait-" You yell as Jeonghan walks into a random closet and silently waits for you to join him. " Are you sure you want to tell your secret in there? Are you crazy? It's so cramped in there!"

"It's okay, I'll make space," Jeonghan says with a grin as he shuffles to the side. "Besides, it's not like it's your first time being this close to me."

Sighing, you enter the closet and shut the door. "Are you drunk right now? I can smell the alcohol in your breath."

"A littlee~," Jeonghan giggles as a wave of silence falls over the two of you.

"Jeonghan? What did you have to tell me?" You question as you look up in the his direction, where you notice his flushed face is looking at you with a certain feeling in his eyes that you can't exactly place.

"I love you!" Jeonghan leans down to your ear and whispers "but that's the secret, so I won't tell you about it"

"Stop joking with me," you say in disbelief. "You're drunk."

"And in lovee with you," Jeonghan replies with a giggle as he scoots closer to you to give you a peck on the lips.

You groan in reply, "fuck."

Grabbing Jeonghan's face you quickly attach your lips to his, as your lips quickly mold together with his in a symphony you know by heart at this point.

"Let's go upstairs to one of the empty rooms," Jeonghan mutters as he tears his lips away from yours and starts to drag you out of the closet. "I want to show you how much I love you."

Shit.

Jumping out of bed, Jeonghan runs to the bathroom and shuts the door. "Nononono. This can't be happening right now."

"This has to be a dream," Jeonghan mutters to himself as he splashes water on himself, dread filling his stomach as he feels the wetness of the water rolling down his face.

Fuck, this isn't a dream.

"I did not just mess up everything," Jeonghan mutters as he rubs his hands on his face. "Fuck."

Suddenly Jeonghan freezes the second he feels your arms slide around his waist, your face pressed against his back. "I saw you got out of bed earlier than me so I tried finding you. hehehe I guess I'm quite good at finding you, eh?"

Turning around abruptly, Jeonghan takes your face in his hands and asks, "do you remember what happened last night?"

"Yeah, your drunk confession was cute," You say with a giggle. "But don't worry, I feel the same way."

Jeonghan can only stare at you in shock. On one hand he's absolutely mortified that he had drunkenly confessed to you. But on the other hand he's screaming in disbelief, his one-sided love was not so one-sided after all.

"To be honest, I didn't want to tell you my feelings because I was afraid it would ruin our friendship," you admit bashfully. "So, I'm glad you confessed first."

Jeonghan fondly laughs in reply, "fuck, I love you so much."

Pressing his lips onto yours, all you can do is simply moan in response as Jeonghan starts to lead you to his bed.

"Let me show you how much I love you, without hiding it this time."

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #jeonghan fanfic #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n #yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan fluff #yoon jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan x you

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niiine · 2 years ago

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literally just kazuha using his hands 😩

Ughh YES. YES. YES asdfghjkl. This has been on my mind for days now and idk whyyy. Kazu doing things with his fingers are just 🥵. Just the thought of KAZUHA caging you against a table inside your shared cabin as his middle finger roams beneath your soaked panties, gliding across your folds— smirking at the sweet sounds you're making. Your voice alone drives him on edge, his underwear getting tighter every second. He wants to fill you up so bad but somehow, the idea of you pleading for him to do it is much more enticing. He gave your neck a kitty lick and whispers on your ear "You want more, dove?"

You don't know how his voice can sound innocent and lustful at the same time, but Archons you didn't care. You nodded your head, raising you legs further for his easy access. The man pulled out your underwear and inserts two of his fingers gently into your aching hole, earning a soft moan from your lips. Fuck, now you really want more.

"Faster, kazu—ah" he chuckles against your neck when you tried to rut in his fingers. He loves seeing you look so needy for him. "I don't think I can be more generous than this, Love," His pace remains painfully slow, teasing your clit with his thumb in the process "Unless, of course, you beg for it" you shivered at his tone, and it added to the heat, but fuck him and his fucking slow fingers.

"Please, Ka—ahh mhmm" your words were interrupted when he hit a certain spot, hard, earning a breathy moan from you. "Please, what?" "Make me—ahh Kazu—ah"

You would've formed a coherent answer if he doesn't pick up his pace abruptly. His slender digits, now three, coming in and out of your drenched sex at a lovely speed, arching your back at the sensation and taking away your ability to speak audibly. Your arms that's supporting you against the table almost give in.

"Answer me, Dove. Or my fingers may get tired" scared of losing your high, you did your best to comply at his words "cum— Kazu... Kazuhaa, make me cum. Pl—please" you muttered in between moans. His fingers still sending you to celestia.

"Fine, since you asked so nicely" the lad continue to finger your insides. Circling and reaching further as humanly possible— your moans and whimpers making his shorts more uncomfortable.

It didn't take long before you feel your orgasm coming, and Kazuha, being the best lover that he is, ravage your cunt even faster. Satisfying you in every second he hit your walls until you came. His lips reach out to your ears again, "Seriously? This much? With just my fingers?" You feel his digits playing with your juices, once again gliding through your folds. "You think you can take more, princess?" He added, taking out his hardened cock from his shorts.

It was a long night.

Ahhh I got carried away and wrote my first smut fic ever. I shouldn't let my brain wander too much 🥲 please don't judge me.

#genshin smut #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha x you #kaedehara kazuha x reader smut #kazuha smut #kazuha scenarios #genshin impact imagines #kazuha x reader smut #kazuha x reader #smut

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circeyoru · 9 months ago

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This is my first time requesting by the way, hopefully it isn't too much >m>

I really really love your Alastor x readers by the way! Not just Unwanted Soul. They give me so much life asdfghjkl

I've been craving for some hurt/comfort. So what if soul owner reader was having a bad episode of self-hating intrusive thoughts that drove them towards self harm?

Maybe this was before Alastor gave them his soul, so reader still thinks that he'll leave them sooner or later.

Maybe Alastor was out during the time that reader may have needed his presence the most? Thoughts of self-hatred became too much, too hurtful... too real. 'They were too weak. Too pathetic. A waste of space. This is why people avoided them. Ridiculed them. Rightfully so. How could anyone waste their precious time on someone as unlovable as them?'

How would Alastor react coming home to the aftermath of reader's self harm?

Also, since he's obsessed with the reader, I can honestly see him patiently being by their side in every step of the way as they recover from their episode, no matter if they'd relapse. Alastor would prove those intrusive thoughts wrong just by being there and being ecstatic to be in reader's presence even if they could offer him nothing at that time.

Hello~ Thank you for supporting my writings! Your first-time request got me thinking and I added it to the main story instead of as trivia~

Unwanted Soul _ Part 6 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

But let's also add a bit of extra to this, yeah?

At this point, you'd have read the newest part, if not, why you still here? Kidding, you'll just be spoiling yourself. Not my problem, it's your reading experience.

So! Raeder/you are a pessimistic person, no doubt you guys got this after I revealed how you died.

Now to spoil a bit (if it's not obvious to you), you were in that state because you thought Alastor really left you without saying anything. During your days alive, you also have that urge to self-harm, but it was never fatal, nor will you draw blood because it was a pain to deal with afterwards. Now that you are a demon and there is the basic regenerative ability, you do harm with the intent to draw blood.

The self-harm part is answered in the actual story, but the add-on is your depressive mood.

It's obvious to Alastor because when you are in that state, you don't do anything but lie in bed, maybe listen to some music. Alastor learn best that you'd prefer not to talk or move much, and you'll stay in bed hugging something.

So what Alastor does is that he stays by your side no matter what until you request something that makes him leave, even then he wouldn't leave for longer than half an hour. Because he usually takes his time with making your meals, it takes way too long. He'll eat cup noodles with you. You have to help him though, since you're the expert and it's a way for him to cheer you up. He's fine with just lying next to you and doing basically nothing. As long as you're there with him.

Something you don't mind and want Alastor to do to talk without wanting your input. He'll do it too, it boosts hid ego and pride to know what he's best at can comfort you as well. He's a Radio Host and for you, you'll enjoy a private broadcast from him.

"Welcome, My Dearest! To my broadcast! Let's talk about an insufferable fellow called Vox."

"Hehe..."

Your little laugh is what he needs to get by, you little smile is what he wants to see on your face.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

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pocketjoong · 1 year ago

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❥𓂃𓏧Intertwined Destinies

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) "There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears..." After The Storm, Mumford & Sons

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!seonghwa x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): angst to fluff. soulmates.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Angst. It ends in fluff though? Sad and frustrated Seonghwa. Sad you. Mentions of broken hearts. Lmk if I missed anything ksksks

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 1.4k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (A/N) @hwaightme my loveeeeeeee~ happy birthday! I love you as much as there are stars (hwas) in the night sky. thank you for being you and for being such a kind and warm person. wishing you lots of love from the bottom of my hwart. I hope this is not too angsty asdfghjkl, I was planning on fluff, but my brain didn't want to listen... :) Anyways, I hope you like this little rollercoaster of tears, and i'm sorry in advance!

Shoutout to @armysantiny for reading this beforehand!

Seonghwa runs his fingers through his already tousled ebony hair, groaning as he pauses the track sent to him by the producers at KQ. In the dimly lit studio, the neon glow from the computer screen casts a dreamy glow around him. Seonghwa’s brows furrow as he stares down at the pages of his leather-bound notebook. Each scribbled lyric within its pages doesn’t seem to fit the melody given to him.

For Seonghwa, writing lyrics is a territory he’s still exploring and learning. But he wanted to challenge himself this time around, especially since he had received help from Hongjoong while writing lyrics for his rap verse in Bouncy. That experience ignited the desire to create something that will not only awe atinys but also the composers too. But till now, every word he has penned down seems like a discordant note in what he would consider a masterpiece.

With a deep, exasperated sigh, Seonghwa slumps back in his chair. The leather creaks in protest, adding another irritating voice to the cacophony of his own rapidly darkening thoughts. Seonghwa groans again, frustration etched across his features as he tugs at the roots of his hair as though trying to yank inspiration from the depths of his mind.

“You will rip out all your hair if you keep that up,” Hongjoong deadpans from the doorway, causing the elder male to slowly swivel in his chair, exhausted eyes meeting the former’s figure. “You need help?”

Seonghwa’s response is a weary shake of his head, his lips parting, about to reassure his friend, but Hongjoong interjects, his voice laced with concern.

“You need to take a break, Hwa,” Hongjoong implores. “You’ve been cooped up for so long in the studio. That’s my thing, not yours. We’re worried about you, especially since…” He trails off, his gaze shifting to Seonghwa’s forearm, which remains fully concealed by his full-sleeved shirt.

“Oh, it's fine, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa smiles, though anyone can see the fakeness of it. “I'm—”

“—If you say fine once more, I swear,” unable to bear his friend’s hollow reassurances any longer, Hongjoong cuts him off with a firm tone and sits on the vacant chair next to Seonghwa. “I've known you for years, Hwa. And even if I didn't, I would still be able to know that you are not fine.”

Seonghwa's weary sigh seems to echo in the dimly lit room as his gaze drifts up to the false ceiling as if searching for answers among the shadows.

“I’m not…” he begins, words weighed down by the gravity of his emotions. “How can I be? I was supposed to get my soulmate tattoo on my birthday. And I didn’t.” The words spill from his lips like a lament, each syllable tinged with the bitterness of disappointment. His voice begins to quiver as he continues to speak, “Out of every single person in this world, why is it me who doesn't have a soulmate? Am I not worthy of one? I know I’m not perfect, but…” Seonghwa’s voice breaks, and he finally turns to look at Hongjoong with tear-filled eyes. “Out of everyone, why me?”

“Seonghwa…” Hongjoong begins, but the weight of Seonghwa’s words leaves him momentarily speechless.

Seonghwa lets out a bitter chuckle and shakes his head as if trying to shake off the sorrow that clings to him like a shroud. He rises from his seat, “You won't understand, Joong. You have an amazing soulmate; please take care of them.”

With that, Seonghwa leaves the room, leaving Hongjoong alone in the dimly lit studio. As the door closes behind the taller male, his eyes fall on the lyrics Seonghwa had penned.

Mournful thunder rips the skiesIt’s much too bright for me to hideAnd purples lie beneath my eyesAnother crash as clouds collide

“You're right,” Hongjoong whispers in the studio, his voice blending in with the shadows. I don't understand. But I wish from the bottom of my heart that the universe gives you your soulmate. If anyone deserves one, it’s you,” his words hand in the air, lingering like an unspoken prayer, even though he knows that Seonghwa can’t hear him.

As he speaks, a soft breeze gently rustles the curtains, casting patterns of light and shadow on the walls. The room itself seems to hold its breath as if in reverence for the longing that envelopes Seonghwa’s heart.

The world has always worked in peculiar ways as it tries to unite each soulmate pair. On the day one turned 22, the universe would bestow an individual with soulmate marks. Each mark, in one way or another, had the power to help the bearer to contact their soulmate, either through dreams, thoughts, or writing. It is different for everyone but similar in that it all led to one destination: the union of souls.

You had always believed in the concept of soulmates, for it was a belief etched deep into your heart as you couldn’t help but be captivated by the concept. You loved to read about soulmates and heard stories from people about how they met their soulmates. Hearing all the stories from different people, you started fantasising about how you’d meet yours. And by the time you turned 22, there wasn’t a thing you didn't know about soulmates. You had read almost every book you could lay hands on and talked to whoever had met their soulmates. There were some cases where someone didn’t get their soulmate tattoo, but that was extremely rare, and in one generation, not more than one or two people didn’t get their tattoos. But since you had read everything and knew a lot, you thought you were ready for anything.

But nothing could have prepared you for the disaster that struck on the day of your 22nd birthday, a day that was meant for a celebration of destiny. You were happy as you saw the beautiful musical note that was engraved on the skin of your wrist that morning. There was a skip in your step that day until the evening. As you were returning from your classes at the university while listening to ATEEZ, a K-Pop group that you loved for their deep and meaningful music, you became aware of the stinging pain in your wrist. Like a nightmare, you saw the newly acquired music note fade, and the world was enveloped in darkness. When you awoke, you found yourself in the sterile confines of a hospital room, surrounded by your family, who bore expressions of sympathy and sorrow.

A year has passed since that fateful day that shattered your dreams, leaving you grappling with the wreckage of your heart. In a bid to start life anew, you move to South Korea, taking on the role of a translator for a broadcasting network.

As you navigate your new life in a foreign land, the pain of your lost soulmate remains a constant companion, an indelible mark on your heart. The wound is far from healed, but a sense of contentment begins to seep into your life. South Korea, with its bustling cityscape, offers you solace and a chance to rebuild your life.

The rain pelts against the coffee shop’s misty windowpanes, creating a soothing melody of its own. Inside the warmth of the coffee shop, you sit perched upon a cushioned stool, your hand cradling a cup of warm hot chocolate in your hands. The cafe is quite crowded today due to individuals seeking shelter from the rain. The soft chatter of conversations swirls in the air, punctuated by the distant hum of espresso machines and the occasional clinking of cutlery.

As you gaze out at the deserted street, a tranquil feeling settles within you, the raindrops serving as a lullaby to your thoughts. It allows you a brief respite from the storm, both literal and metaphorical, that had rages within your soul.

The sound of the bell, which signals the door’s opening, shakes you out of your reverie. You look up, curiosity piqued by the arrival of a masked figure. The male surveys the room, eyes scanning the available seating options, and his gaze settles upon the only vacant spot next to you.

With each step the mysterious figure takes to walk toward you, you can’t help but feel that you know them from somewhere. Your pulse quickens when realisation dawns upon you. It hits you like lightning that the mysterious figure is Park Seonghwa.

Your breath is caught in your throat as he approaches. His sultry, brown eyes meet yours, and something clicks inside you. As if controlled by an unseen force, he reaches a hand out for you, and as your fingers meet his, a beautiful star engraves itself on both your and his wrists, a symbol of your intertwined destinies.

#cromernet #k-labels #wonderlandnet #kvanity #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #ateez angst #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa reactions #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa angst

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dreamwritesimagines · 3 months ago

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Can we have a longer HC with uncle Jamie? Like I think some part of Logan is immensely interested on what she does during the week.

I also think there's no way Theo doesn't have a phone where he can call his mom everyday- they typically chat just before bed so she can read to him or he can rant about his day while she cooks dinner bc she misses her baby.

And Logan is conveniently always nearby when these calls happen, so he's walking by sipping his beer and ruffling Theo's hair as he passes by because he knows Theo will be all like:

"It's my mom!"

"I know, bub. Tell her I said hi."

"Okay! Mom, Mr Logan says hi... okay! She says hi back, and that... oh."

"What is it? Is everything okay?"

"Nothing, she doesn't understand- ugh, mom! Fine. She says please watch that I don't have any sweets before bed, for your sake."

Oh I have sooo so many ideas about uncle Jamie, and we're also gonna get him in the fic thanks to these wonderful headcanons! As I said, this oneshot series is gonna be very very interactive, so most of the stuff we're getting in HCs, we're getting in detail in the fic! ❤️

You guys are geniuses! ❤️ I love your ideas so so much! ❤️

You're absolutely right, Logan is very much interested in what she does during the week because at first, he only sees her on like, Fridays and Mondays when he picks up and drops off Theo, that's all ❤️

Lolll I feel like Logan will totally check out whether James is there the next time Sunshine is there, and he'll go like,

"The zoo huh?"

"Sorry?"

"Theo mentioned you and your friend took him to the zoo, so..."

"Oh! Oh yeah, it was so much fun. He has a favorite new animal now, and James got him a teddy bear, I'm surprised he didn't try to bring it here."

"Yeah. So your boyfriend...?"

"What? Oh no no, I'm not- I'm not dating anyone right now! James is a friend and I'm totally single. Um- not that you asked but you know, I'm just putting it out there as like, general information about me- wow, today is a hot day isn't it?"

I totally agree with the phone thing YES! ❤️ Aww Theo calling his mom so that she can read to him, that's adorable! ❤️

And Logan is conveniently always nearby when these calls happen, so he's walking by sipping his beer and ruffling Theo's hair as he passes by because he knows Theo will be all like:

"It's my mom!"

"I know, bub. Tell her I said hi." ASDFGHJKL I can actually see this sceneeee! ❤️ I absolutely love this! 😍

Logan would chuckle and go like,

"So you can't eat chocolate before bed, is that what she's saying?"

"Yes I can eat chocolate! I don't-mom! Fine, she says no. But I ate my dinner so I think I can!"

"Sorry bub. Whatever your mom says goes."

"She says thank you. Okay mom I'll- I'll talk to you later, I love you too!"

"How's your mom?"

"She's fine! She read me a bedtime story."

"Good-Theo, what's that wrapper?"

"Um, it's candy."

"Candy?"

"My mom said no to chocolate, she didn't say anything about candy."

#sunshine hcs

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dreamingsnowflake2013 · 1 year ago

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Whether in the previous life or now, Xue Ning holds onto the misconception Xie Wei agrees to her requests and helps her because of an old debt; and always makes sure to offer him something in return, diminishing it to a cold give-and-take transaction and relationship, even though it's literally furthest from the truth. In the past, accused him using people but now here he is, pretty much being completely fine with her using him. He wants to help Xue Ning so much, because he likes her. It was similar in the previous life, even though Xie Wei hadn't realised what he felt for her back then - it didn't matter what she wanted or what she offered him as a payment, it only matter it was her who asked. Anyone can see it but her.

His reaction when she shortens the distances and comes close to him. His incredible brain malfunctions for a second and he completely panics, so unused is he to seeing her come near him on her own volition

All the harsh things (even most of them were true) and excuses Xie Wei told come biting him back; plus Xue Ning misunderstood the one about her saving him 4 years ago, because when he told she is different from others, that was the closest thing to a love confession someone as guarded and restrained as him could muster, but she thinks he merely feels indebted to her, which is a hard pill to swallow for him.

His utter horror when he realises she wants to cut the connection between them he has worked so hard to keep and deepen. Just the mere idea of a life without Xue Ning makes him freak out and lose control of himself.

The man has just developed a serious case of abandonment issues. Danger, death, pain, or his safety, he completely disregard such things. Xie Wei only fears three things: cats, snowy days, and losing Xue Ning.

ASDFGHJKL!!!! "FOR YOU"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And he even forbids her ever telling him she would leave him! How dense and clueless can you get, Xue Ning! Xie Wei has just completed the "tell her you love her without tell her you love her" three times in a single minute. He could pretty much write on his forehead "man in love" and she would still ask him with who.

Him kneeling down and holding her chin! This show is everything I've ever wanted.

#story of kunning palace #zhang ling he #bai lu #cdrama

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nahoney22 · 2 years ago

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Hi there! I got an idea! Being a bad Batcher’s first kiss is too cute, but what about being their first boob touch 😂 Would their s/o offer it? Accidentally?

Oops, My Bad***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: Gonna put it as NSFW as it is suggestive in some parts. Fluff. Some established relationships, some embarrassing moments and of course, some accidental booby touching.

authors note: Exactly as the request asks 🤩 I didn’t know what to title this as ‘first boob touch’ seemed asdfghjkl idk enjoy lol

Echo

Doing repairs with Echo surprisingly passed a lot of time. Maybe it was because he got straight to it rather than nattered away like a certain someone. Or, it could because the two of you had been harbouring secret feelings for another and time in each other’s company flew by.

He’s sat by one of the control panels, making sure the circuits were all up and running and although you didn’t know much about repairs, you wanted to help! So, you sat next to him and passed him each tool as quickly as you could.

He thought it was quite amusing, testing you to see how quick your reflexes are.

For the time being you were very good at passing him the right tools, maybe slipping on one or two but it was enough to show that you had been paying attention. But when he asked for a small screwdriver, one with a tricky name you panicked. To you, all of them looked for the same!

Just as he had been doing, he had been reaching behind and clasping for the tool instantly but what should’ve been a hard and cold metal, was replaced by something quite squishy and not at all what he asked for.

“Eep!” You squeaked at the sudden touch against your left breast and Echo is quick to turn to you, yanking his hand away with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry! It was an accident.”

The poor clone looked mortified but after the initial surprise vanished, you giggle softly and shake your head dismissively. “It’s fine, Echo. It was bound to happen some time.”

“Well, if you are fine- wait? Bound to happen?” His cheeks heat up and so do yours quickly at the realisation as to what you just blurted out.

“Here’s the tool you were after.” You swiftly changed topic, handing him one of the little screwdrivers and not even checking to see if it’s the right one as you quickly scurry out of the cockpit. How very embarrassing.

Hunter

“Stare any longer, Sarge?”

The Clones eyes almost burst out of his head as he realised he had been shamelessly staring at your chest for the best part of minutes now but it was kind of hard not to.

The pair of you decided to go for a nice walk close to the ship, something you both found yourselves doing as your relationship started to blossom. It was early days at the minute and maybe shared one or two kisses to the lips as you both didn’t want to rush in too quickly. Ironically, you both didn’t mind rushing to find shelter from a sudden onslaught of heavy rain.

In the process of your mad dash, your shirt became very damp and due to its flimsy material, a little bit too transparent for your liking. But Hunter very much liked it.

“Kriff, uh sorry Cyare.” He clears his throat and instead of just turning his head, he turns his full body away from you which makes you laugh.

“Darling it’s okay, we’re together so I don’t mind.” You place a hand to his shoulder, sending a warmth through his own slightly drenched body. He’s hesitant, but he turns back to you and keeps his eyes staring only at your face but, you’re smirking.

“If you want,” you say quietly, taking a step closer to him, “you can look again.”

“Really?” He breathes out, a small almost childish grin etching onto his handsome features.

You nod your head. “You can even touch them.”

Now he was not one to ever refuse an order and so slowly - almost treating them like they were glass - places both hands over your sopping shirt. Your fast heartbeat is thumping against the palms of his hands, sending his mind whirling. he’s so lucky you’re both alone because it isn’t long until he’s leaning in and placing gentle kisses to your lips and cheek. He always said your eyes were your best feature but your breasts were becoming a close contender.

Tech

Although you and Tech were not dating, flirting with him was one of your favourite activities. Sometimes, he would clock on and blush furiously at your straight to the point flirtations but sometimes it just goes way over his head.

Medical examinations were not uncommon on the Marauder and although Tech will only be checking vitals, you can’t help but get yourself flustered at the thought of Tech playing Medic.

When it is your turn, everything is going fine and the two of you are making small talk. He clears his throat a moment after and asks if he can raise your shirt so he can attach a small monitor to your chest to regulate your heartbeat. “Tech if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask?” You teased playfully and he let out a strained kind of groan at your flirting.

“This is merely for medical purposes.” He reiterates, trying hard not to make eye contact with you as you lift your shirt. He also tries to avoid looking at the bra that covers your breasts that seemed a little bit bigger than he had thought.

You roll your eyes on him, deciding not to let him suffer as you awkwardly stand there and wait for it to be done and when it is, he reaches to detach the device but in doing so quickly grabs at your breast instead.

You still. And so does he. You’re both wide-eyed, staring at one another as he makes no indication of moving his hand away. He notices that they’re soft, even with the bra in the way. His breath comes rigid and it takes all the power in you to not laugh in his face at his doe-eyed reaction.

“I wasn’t aware this was a full examination either Tech.” You finally decide to break the tension and it seemed to snap him back to reality as he hurriedly puts everything away, including letting go of your breast. You lower your shirt and gave Tech a soft smile of a reassurance when he said nothing and looked your way with an apologetic look.

“Am I free to go?”

“Yes. Everything is in order, your vitals are soft- fine! They look fine, perfect infact.” You gush a little at his fumble of words, clearly having tits on the brain. When he leaves, he can not help but think about what just happened whilst flexing his fingers that tingle at the thought of you.

Crosshair

When this snarky man touched your boobs for the first time you swore you saw a piece of his hard exterior crumble.

It was you who had offered if he wanted to have a feel since you two had been dating a while now and wanted to take it to the next level.

So as you’re getting dressed into your nightwear (something you used to do in the refresher as you were a little shy at first), you turn to face him as he’s sat on the bunk, already checking you out with a small smirk but you gave him a daring glance.

Your hands reach around your back and u clasp your bra and that smirk is soon wiped off his face as you teasingly and slowly take it off revealing yourself to him.

His heart was pounding and eyes wide with hidden lust. “They’re quite something.” He comments, trying to sound as smooth as he could but swore his voice cracked in the process.

You smile softly and cross the threshold to stand in front of him, nodding towards your breasts and then at him.

His jaw went slack for a moment, pleasantly surprised and tried to suppress a small smirk. After all, he was a little nervous admittedly incase he somehow hurts you.

He scoots to the edge of the bunk, letting his hands and trained eyes roam up the sides of your hips before planting each hand comfortably on either breast. He stiffens but soon relaxes upon seeing your calm and welcoming reaction to his touch. “Perfect.” He says softly, a little dazed to be touching something as incredible as these.

Seeing how soft he was about touching just your chest made you a little excited to see how he will be ‘in the bedroom’. Would he be putty in your hands like this or will you be able to unleash another side of him?

He gets a little bit too eager and leans in to place a kiss upon your right bosom but you laugh and place your hand to his face, pushing back on it with enough force not to hurt him but to make him recoil back against the bed. “Easy there Sniper, I said you can touch… not taste.”

Wrecker

“Look out!”

A shout captures your attention as you spin to see Wrecker hurdling right at you, followed by an army of large reptilian like creatures. From what you knew, they were harmless individually but being chased by a herd of them was not in todays briefing at all.

You’re about to dive out of the way but before you could, Wrecker trips over an upturned root in the ground and is sent flying in your direction. Preparing yourself for a heavy and rather larger impact, Wrecker somehow manages to grab you in a way where you’re flipped on top of him as his back takes the heavy fall to the ground.

You gasp aloud at the impact and then brave yourself for the small creatures to clamber over the top of you but instead, they ran straight past both of your feet and through the trees until they vanished from sight.

“Well that was anticlimactic.” You say with a short laugh, looking back down at your so-called ‘rescuer’ and only just managed to grasp that you were laying on top of him, inches away from your face.

He’s laughing but you remain unsure if he had noticed the close proximity between the pair of you so you play it off cooly. You begin to sit up but you freeze as you suddenly feel a pair of hands over your boobs. Eyes wide, you look down at the large hands that had practically enveloped each breast and then to the eyes of the large Clone who didn’t seem to know what the problem was.

“Uh, what is it?” He asks a little worried by your look and as you did a repetitive head nod between breasts and hands his eyes widen comically.

His hands recoil back quickly and he is rubbing the back of his neck as he sits up but you’re too frozen in shock to even move away from the lap you were now sitting on. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how-.”

“I think I must’ve fallen on them-.”

“Yeah maybe! Cushion the blow almost because they’re soft and all…” he trails off, feeling more painfully awkward the more he speaks.

There’s heat upon your cheeks and you look down bashfully. “You think they��re soft?” Your tone is quiet, a little soft, and Wrecker is more confused than before. Were you teasing him? Flirting? Genuinely interested? He had liked you for a while and sincerely hoped this hadn’t messed anything up if anything was to ever arise anyway.

“S-Sure!” He stutters rather sweetly with a sheepish grin. “I’ve never touch one or them or any before so.” Again, he rubs the back of his neck but is liking this closeness between you both quite significantly.

Heart racing fast, you finally managed to stand back to your feet although your legs wobbled just slightly. “We should get back to ship.” You smile up at him, no sense of awkwardness from you and as you walk away, he watches you a little breath-taken.

Maybe, if he had the gall, he would ask if he can touch them again sometime.

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