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Two Loves (Louis Tomlinson x reader) - Fic Request

Anonymous request: Hi so my Louis request is when Louis x reader are expecting twins and after she gives birth their middle names are after Daisy and Phoebe and they tell them and all the family meets them 🥰

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Anonymous request: could you do an imagine when Louis’s a dad to twin girls??

Tags: Fluff, pregnancy

The trailer is a flurry of energy—laughter echoing off the walls, clothes tossed onto chairs, and the faint, sharp scent of hairspray hanging in the air. You shift the strap of your makeup kit higher on your shoulder, trailing behind Lottie as she strides confidently toward the door. It’s your first day as her assistant, and you’re not sure if the excitement or the nerves are winning.

“You’re going to be great,” Lottie says over her shoulder, shooting you a reassuring smile. “The boys are… chaotic, but they’re harmless. Just don’t let them get in your way too much.”

She pushes open the trailer door, and the noise inside hits you immediately. Niall is sitting in the corner tuning his guitar, Harry’s adjusting his curls in the mirror, and there, on the worn leather sofa, is Louis. He’s scrolling through his phone, one leg tucked beneath him, his face lit up by the screen in front of him.

“Alright, lads,” Lottie announces, stepping inside. “This is my new assistant. She’ll be helping me keep you lot looking decent for the stage. Try not to scare her off on day one, yeah?”

All eyes turn to you. You raise a hand in a small, awkward wave. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Y/n”

Harry grins first, leaning casually against the mirror. “Another one to keep Lottie from losing her mind? You’re brave. Welcome to the madness.”

Louis glances up then, and your eyes meet. It’s startling, how blue his eyes are—how the world around you seems to dim, just for a second, until it’s just you and him.

“And this troublemaker here is my brother,” Lottie says, jerking her thumb toward him. “Louis. He’s going to be the biggest pain in your ass, I promise.”

He stands, sliding his phone into his pocket, a playful smirk curving across his lips. “That’s not true. I’m an angel.” He takes a step closer, holding out a hand. “Louis,” he says simply. “Nice to meet you, Y/n.”

You shake his hand, his touch warm and steady, sending an unexpected jolt through you. “Nice to meet you too. I guess I’m your sister’s assistant now.”

His smirk deepens. “I think you just made her job a whole lot easier.”

“Alright, Louis, don’t start,” Lottie warns, shooting him a look.

“What? I’m just being polite,” he says, but his gaze stays on you a second longer, his grin teasing. “Unless you’d prefer—”

“Don’t you dare,” Lottie snaps, cutting him off as she picks up a brush and chucks it in his direction.

You can’t help but laugh, the tension in your chest melting away. Louis winks at you as he dodges the brush, his grin infectious. You get the distinct feeling that working with Lottie is going to be more than you bargained for—but you don’t mind. Not one bit.

…

The years between that first meeting in the trailer and this moment have been nothing short of extraordinary. What started as playful teasing and a single, nerve-wracking first date blossomed into something neither of you could have imagined.

Despite Lottie’s initial protests, Louis quickly proved that he wasn’t just looking for a fleeting connection. He was all in from the start, and over time, Lottie came around, even becoming one of your biggest supporters.

You’ve been by his side for it all: the whirlwind of the band’s breakup, the crushing heartbreak of losing his mother, and the bittersweet triumph of his first solo album. Through the highs and the lows, your bond only grew stronger. The late nights filled with laughter, the tearful confessions, and the quiet moments of just being together have shaped your life into something beautiful—something that feels like home.

Now, in the stillness of a quiet morning, you find yourself on the brink of yet another life-changing moment.

The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the living room. You’re curled up on the sofa, a blanket draped over your legs, holding a mug of tea that’s long gone cold. Louis is next to you, one arm lazily thrown over your shoulders, scrolling through his phone as if it’s any other morning. But it’s not. Not for you.

“Alright,” he says, his voice breaking the silence, “do I go for a run this morning, or stay here and let you beat me at Scrabble again?”

You smile faintly, but your stomach flips. The words are stuck in your throat, heavy with the weight of what you’re about to say.

He glances at you, frowning slightly. “Hey, what’s up?” he asks, shifting to look at you more closely. “You’re quiet this morning.”

You take a shaky breath, setting your mug down on the coffee table. Your hands tremble as you reach for his. “Louis… I need to tell you something.”

His playful smirk fades instantly, replaced by concern. “Is everything alright? You’re scaring me.”

You squeeze his hand, forcing yourself to meet his eyes. “I—” Your voice wavers, and you have to swallow hard to keep going. “I think… we’re going to need to clear some space in the guest room.”

He blinks, confusion flickering across his face. “Why would—” He stops abruptly, realization crashing into him. His eyes widen, and his grip on your hand tightens. “Wait. Are you—?”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod. “I took a test this morning. I’m pregnant.”

For a long moment, he doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like he’s trying to process the words. Then, suddenly, he exhales a shaky laugh, his face crumpling as tears spring to his eyes. “You’re serious?”

You nod again, your voice breaking. “I’m serious. We’re having a baby.”

He pulls you into his arms so quickly, you barely have time to react. His hold is firm, almost desperate, and you can feel him trembling as he buries his face in your shoulder. “Oh my God,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “We’re having a baby.”

The words hang in the air, so simple yet so profound. You can feel his tears against your skin, and it’s enough to undo you completely.

“I’m so happy,” you manage to choke out, your hands clutching the back of his shirt. “I’m scared, but I’m so happy.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands cupping your face as he brushes your tears away with his thumbs. His eyes are shining, his smile soft and full of love. “I’m happy too. And scared. And so in love with you.”

The kiss he gives you is slow and tender, a promise wrapped in warmth. When he pulls back, a laugh bubbles out of him, breaking the tension. “So… does this mean I have to swap Scrabble nights for diaper duty?”

You laugh, a real, full laugh that feels like sunshine breaking through the clouds. “Yeah, looks like it.”

“Worth it,” he says, grinning as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

…

The room is dimly lit, the hum of the ultrasound machine filling the quiet space. You lie on the exam table, your heart pounding as the technician prepares the wand. Louis is seated beside you, his hand clasped tightly around yours, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin.

“You alright?” he whispers, leaning in close.

You nod, but the lump in your throat betrays you. “Yeah. Just nervous.”

He squeezes your hand. “Me too,” he admits, his voice soft. “But in the best way.”

The technician smiles as she spreads the cool gel across your belly. “Alright, let’s take a look,” she says cheerfully, guiding the wand across your skin.

The screen comes to life, a swirl of black, white, and gray. You hold your breath as the technician moves the wand, her practiced eyes scanning the image. Then, she pauses, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Well,” she says, glancing at the two of you, “I hope you’re ready for some exciting news.”

Louis leans forward, his eyes glued to the screen. “Exciting how?” he asks, his voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

The technician points to the screen, tracing a shape with her finger. “See this here? That’s baby number one.”

Your heart skips. “Baby number one?”

She moves her finger slightly to the right. “And this… is baby number two. Congratulations, you’re having twins!”

For a moment, the room is completely silent, the words hanging in the air. You turn to Louis, your eyes wide. “Twins?” you whisper.

Louis blinks, his mouth opening and closing as if he’s trying to form words. Finally, he bursts out laughing, the sound bright and incredulous. “Twins!” he repeats, gripping your hand tighter. “We’re having two!”

Tears spill down your cheeks as you nod, overwhelmed. “Two babies,” you say, your voice shaking.

“And look at this,” the technician continues, her voice warm. “You’re having two girls.”

Louis’ laughter stops, his eyes snapping back to the screen. “Girls?” he whispers, his voice suddenly thick with emotion.

“Two healthy little girls,” the technician confirms, pointing out the details on the screen.

You glance at Louis, and the look on his face takes your breath away. His eyes are shining, his lips parted in awe, and you can see the exact moment the reality of it hits him.

“Girls,” he repeats, his voice barely audible. He turns to you, his hand trembling as he brushes a strand of hair from your face. “We’re having daughters.”

You nod, tears streaming freely now. “We are.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m already so in love with them,” he whispers, his voice breaking.

The technician gives you both a moment, her smile kind as she continues to take measurements. You cling to Louis, the two of you sharing a quiet, emotional embrace.

When he finally pulls back, he grins, his usual mischief returning. “Two girls, huh? Guess I’m officially outnumbered.”

You laugh through your tears, shaking your head. “You’re in trouble, Tomlinson.”

“Worth every second,” he says, kissing you softly.

…

The house is buzzing with last-minute preparation, but not the kind you’ve planned for. Louis is darting around the kitchen, trying to rescue a tray of cookies he ambitiously attempted for a family gathering later that afternoon. Flour dusts his dark shirt, and he’s muttering something about “bloody measurements” under his breath.

“Maybe we should’ve just bought cupcakes,” you call out from the living room, where you’re perched on the floor, flipping through a baby book.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quips, pulling the tray from the oven and wincing. “Alright, maybe not my finest work, but they’re edible. Probably.”

You laugh, shaking your head as he brings the tray over to show you. “If nothing else, the twins will inherit your optimism,” you tease, just as a sharp, unexpected pain grips your abdomen.

Your hand flies to your belly as you suck in a breath.

Louis’ smile fades instantly. “What? What is it?”

“I—” you start, wincing as another wave of pain hits, stronger this time. “I think… something’s happening.”

His eyes go wide. “Happening like… happening happening?”

You nod, your heart racing. “Louis, I think my water just broke.”

He looks down, noticing the growing wet spot on the carpet beneath you. His face cycles through a dozen emotions—shock, panic, excitement—before he springs into action. “Okay. Right. Stay calm. I’ll… I’ll get the hospital bag!”

He bolts toward the hallway, then immediately doubles back. “Wait, you stay calm. Are you calm? Should I call the hospital? Or the midwife? Or—”

“Louis!” you interrupt, half-laughing despite the pain. “Breathe.”

He freezes, hands on his hips, then nods sharply. “Right. Breathing. Got it. Hospital bag!”

While he rushes around, you manage to pull yourself onto the sofa, gripping the armrest as another contraction ripples through you. By the time Louis reappears, holding the hospital bag and his keys like they’re trophies, his face is flushed but determined.

“Let’s go,” he says, helping you to your feet.

The drive to the hospital is chaos. Louis alternates between asking if you’re okay every five seconds and loudly berating every other car on the road for not moving fast enough.

“Remind me,” you manage to gasp through a contraction, “to never let you drive in a crisis again.”

He glances at you, wide-eyed. “You’re the one in labor, and you’re still making jokes?”

“It’s a coping mechanism,” you say, gripping the door handle as another wave hits.

When you finally arrive, the hospital staff springs into action, wheeling you into a delivery room while Louis trails behind, looking both terrified and awestruck. As you’re settled onto the bed, he takes your hand, his grip firm but trembling.

“This is really happening,” he whispers, his voice low and full of wonder.

You nod, tears pooling in your eyes as another contraction builds. “It’s happening.”

He presses a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re incredible. We’re going to meet them soon.”

…

The delivery room feels like a world unto itself—bright lights, the rhythmic beeping of monitors, and a flurry of activity as the medical team moves with calm precision. Louis is beside you, his hand in yours, his steady presence anchoring you through the whirlwind of labor.

“You’re doing amazing,” he says for what feels like the hundredth time, his voice raw with emotion. He brushes damp hair from your forehead, his thumb grazing your cheek.

You clutch his hand tighter as another contraction tears through you. “I don’t feel amazing,” you manage to grit out, your breath ragged.

He presses a kiss to your temple. “You are, though. You’re incredible.”

The doctor glances up from her position at the foot of the bed. “Alright, we’re getting close. Baby number one is ready to meet you.”

The words send a fresh wave of adrenaline through you, pushing back the exhaustion. You nod, gripping Louis’ hand like a lifeline as the doctor talks you through the next steps.

“On the next contraction, I need you to push,” she says calmly.

You nod again, tears pricking at your eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper, looking up at Louis.

He leans closer, his forehead almost touching yours. “You can,” he says firmly, his voice steady. “And I’ll be right here with you.”

The contraction hits, and you push with everything you have, Louis’ voice a constant stream of encouragement in your ear. The room feels electric, the air thick with anticipation.

And then, all at once, the sound you’ve been waiting for: the tiny, piercing cry of your first daughter.

“She’s here!” the doctor announces, lifting the wriggling, pink-faced baby for you to see before handing her off to the nurse.

You collapse back against the pillows, tears streaming down your face. Louis is staring at her, his own tears falling freely. “She’s perfect,” he breathes, his voice choked.

But there’s no time to rest. The doctor smiles at you. “Alright, Mama, baby number two is ready now.”

You nod, summoning every ounce of strength left in your body. Louis turns back to you, cupping your face in his hands. “You’ve got this,” he says, his voice breaking. “One more, and we’ll have our girls.”

The second delivery feels even more intense, but before long, another cry fills the room, this one slightly louder and more insistent.

“Baby number two!” the doctor announces, her own smile wide as she holds up your second daughter.

You let out a sob of relief and joy, your body shaking as the nurse places the second baby in Louis’ arms. He looks down at her, his expression pure wonder, before turning back to you.

“She’s beautiful,” he whispers, carefully lowering her into your arms.

The nurse brings your first daughter over, placing her beside her sister, and suddenly, they’re both there: tiny, perfect, and entirely yours.

You look down at them, their little faces scrunched up, their hands curling into fists. “They’re so small,” you whisper, your voice trembling.

Louis sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he gazes at them in awe. “And already so loud,” he says with a watery laugh.

You laugh too, tears slipping down your cheeks as you lean into him. “We did it,” you say, your voice thick with emotion. “We’re parents.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, his eyes never leaving the girls. “We’re parents,” he echoes softly, his voice full of love. “And they’re perfect.”

…

The room feels even warmer with the presence of family, the air humming with excitement as Lottie, Daisy, Phoebe, and Liam crowd around your hospital bed. The twins are nestled peacefully in their bassinets, and Louis is still in awe, his hand gently resting on the little ones as he talks to his sisters.

Lottie grins from ear to ear, her makeup no longer as pristine as it usually is, but the smile on her face is as radiant as ever. “I can’t believe they’re finally here!”

“They’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” Daisy says, her voice trembling with emotion as she carefully looks at the babies. Phoebe stands beside her, beaming proudly, her twin smile matching Daisy’s perfectly.

Liam steps forward, giving Louis a teasing nudge. “Well, mate, now you’ve got a pair of girls who’ll keep you on your toes for the rest of your life.”

Louis laughs, a hint of nervousness in his tone as he glances at you. “I’m ready for it, though.” He meets your eyes, his expression softening. “I’m ready for anything as long as it’s with you.”

You squeeze his hand, your heart swelling with love.

The conversation flows easily, filled with the kind of easy laughter and chatter only family can bring. But after a few minutes, you glance at Louis, a shy smile tugging at your lips.

“I think we should tell them,” you say softly, your voice filled with affection.

Louis raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eye. “Tell them what, love?”

You nod toward the babies, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Their names.”

Louis grins, his eyes twinkling as he stands up and moves to the bassinets, lifting the twins one by one, carefully placing each of them into Daisy’s arms and then Phoebe’s. “We decided their middle names will be… Daisy and Phoebe.”

The room falls silent for a moment as Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe stare at the babies in their arms, a mix of shock and overwhelming emotion passing across their faces.

“Are you serious?” Phoebe asks, her voice thick with emotion.

Louis smiles, his voice warm and sincere. “You two have always been there for me, for us, and we wanted to honor that.”

Daisy and Phoebe exchange a look, both of them blinking back tears.

“You really did that?” Daisy asks, her voice breaking.

“Of course,” Louis says softly. “They’re our girls, and we want them to know how important you both are to us.”

Phoebe’s eyes glisten as she holds her niece. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say ‘thank you’ and enjoy being an aunt,” Louis teases, earning a playful punch from her.

Liam chuckles from his corner of the room. “That’s a solid choice, mate. It’s beautiful.”

Lottie leans in closer to the twins, a soft laugh escaping her. “They’re going to be so spoiled, aren’t they?”

“Absolutely,” you laugh, your heart full. “And they’re going to know how much their family loves them.”

Lottie leans in to kiss your forehead, her voice a little shaky. “They’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

Louis leans in beside you, his arm around your shoulders, both of you gazing at your daughters as the family continues to gather around. “I think they’ve already stolen our hearts,” he says quietly, his gaze fixed on the two tiny girls in his sisters’ arms.

You nod, tears welling up once again. “They really have.”

The room fills with laughter and love as the family continues to adore the twins, the atmosphere one of pure joy and celebration.

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[allthingsfangirl101]

*Family Nerves Part 2–Steve Harrington

Part 1

Warnings: first time, protected sex, fingering, language

"It was an absolute pleasure to meet you, Steve," Eric chuckled as we walked Steve out.

"Thank you for taking such good care of our princess," Oliver cooed.

"Dad," I sighed.

"I promise to always take good care of our princess," Steve chuckled as he reached over and grabbed my hand.

"I like the sound of that," Eric said, sending me a knowing look. I looked away, my eyes landed on my hand gently in Steve's.

"Well," Oliver cleared his throat, "it was great to see you, Steve. Please come back."

"Will do." Steve let go of my hand and shook Oliver's hand and then Eric's.

I bit the inside of my cheek as my dads stared at Steve.

"We'll let you guys say goodbye," Oliver cleared his throat. He grabbed Eric's elbow and started to pull him upstairs. Once they were gone, Steve and I looked at each other.

"I'll walk you out," I said under my breath. Steve reached over and grabbed my hand, sending me a smile as we started walking out.

We walked outside, but he didn't let go of my hand. He led me over to his car and turned toward me. He grabbed my other hand and leaned against the side of his car, pulling me into his chest.

"Your dads are awesome."

"They're kind of embarrassing," I said looking down at our feet. Once I had as much courage as I could, I bit my lip and looked back up at him.  "Thank you for being cool with our first date technically being a double date with my dads."

"It was great," he chuckled. "I meant it. Your dads are really cool."

I studied him, knowing I had to ask him the question that's been driving me crazy all night. "I need you to be honest with me, Steve."

"Of course," he shrugged as he tightened his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Does it really not bother you that two men raised me?"

Steve smiled at me as he reached up and moved a piece of hair out of my face. His hand lingered on my cheek. Without letting go of me, he pushed off his car. Soon, his lips were pressed delicately to mine. I smiled as our lips started moving in sync.

Even though the kiss started delicately, it soon started to escalate. When it did, Steve switched our positions and pressed me up against his car. Things started to go a lot faster than I think either one of us thought they would. But neither one of us cared.

I ran my fingers through his hair, making him moan. He retaliated by roaming his hands down my back, slowly getting lower. I smirked when he found what he wanted. I bit his bottom lip as he squeezed it. I couldn't resist as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Steve," I gasped, breaking the kiss when his hands started to slip under my skirt. "We should probably slow down."

"You're right," he smirked. "Can't have your dads walking out on us doing something. . . naughty."

"As much as I want to do something naughty. . ." I trailed off when I looked down at Steve's abs. I cleared my throat as I forced myself to look into his eyes. "We should probably go on our first solo date before we do anything we don't want my dads walking in on."

"We could do it next weekend," Steve suggested. His smile turned into a smirk and the look in his eyes gave me goosebumps. "My parents are never home."

"That might work," I said, my voice dropping. "Plus my dads are out of town visiting my Aunt Selena next weekend."

Steve leaned in, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath hitting my face.

"It's a date."

Over the next week, Steve was constantly by my side. He walked me to class, ate lunch with me, and came over every night to do homework with me. As we got closer to our planned date, I got a little more nervous. Friday, Steve caught on.

"Y/N?"

"What?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

"You okay? I asked if the government test was hard but you seemed kinda zoned out."

"Sorry," I sighed, looking down at my hands in my lap. Steve reached over and grabbed one of them, instantly intertwining our fingers.

"Talk to me," he whispered.

"I'm nervous about tonight," I admitted looking up at him. "I feel like there's a lot of pressure."

I watched as his eyes softened. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and simple. Steve broke the kiss and leaned back.

"I am too," he admitted.

"You are?"

"Of course," he smiled sweetly. "There's a lot of pressure and I think that's our problem. Instead of focusing on what we plan to do after the date, let's just focus on having a good time during the date."

                                * * * * *

After our conversation at lunch, Steve and I agreed to focus on the date. Not on what we had planned for after. With that in mind, we had a relaxing, fun time. But we could only ignore it for so long.

We were in Steve's car leaving the restaurant when reality set in. He must've felt it too because he reached over and took my hand. He held it as he pulled into his driveway. Instead of getting out of the car, Steve lifted our intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

"Let's go inside," he whispered as his lips brushed against the back of my hand. I went to open my door but he pulled on our intertwined hands.

"I thought. . ." I stuttered.

"I'll get the door for you," he smirked. I chewed on my bottom lip as he got out of the car, walked around, and opened my door for me. He grabbed my hand and helped me out.

We walked inside and he led me over to the couch. We sat down, the awkwardness we'd been avoiding all night returning.

"What should we do?" I asked under my breath. I felt Steve look at me, but I couldn't look at him. He squeezed my hand and pulled me into his chest. I felt my face burn as he wrapped his arms around me.

"How about we watch a movie? Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," I smiled as I cuddled into his chest. Without letting go of me, Steve grabbed the remote and turned on a movie. We relaxed into the couch as the movie started.

Halfway into the movie, we got distracted and Steve started it. He leaned down and started kissing my neck. I've never had a guy touch me like this and it gave me butterflies. After spending some time in the crook of my neck, his lips slowly started making their way up my neck. I leaned my head to the side, letting out a moan as he sucked on my skin.

"Steve," I moaned as he reached my jaw. I gasped when, without pulling his lips away from my neck, Steve pushed me onto my back. He crawled on top of me, his lips now going back down my chin.

"Steve," I moaned again. I grabbed his face and roughly smashed his lips onto mine. I instantly felt him smirk as he started kissing me back.

Things sped up from there. As our lips moved roughly in sync, my hands roamed his body. He moaned against my lips when I started unbuttoning his shirt. In response, he slid the hand that wasn't holding up his weight, under my shirt.

I gasped, giving Steve the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth as his fingers started playing with the cup of my bra. I wanted nothing more than to have him rip off my bra. With his teeth.

The mere thought of that made me tear open Steve's shirt, popping off the rest of his buttons. I let out a disappointed moan when he stopped playing with my bra and slid his hand down my stomach, never letting his hand leave my skin.

Our tongues were in the middle of an intense wrestling match and our hands were unable to stop touching each other. We briefly stopped kissing so Steve could slowly slide my shirt up my torso and toss it aside. Before he could reattach his lips to mine, I finished taking off his shirt.

Steve slid his body against mine as he returned to my lips. We went back to our familiar rough rhythm as our bodies got closer and closer together. I took a shaky breath as Steve pulled away from my lips, only to reattach his lips to the one place I've only ever imagined a guy's lips going - my chest.

I arched my back as he pushed his face between my boobs. He made out with that small patch of skin before choosing a boob. I swore under my breath as Steve slipped his tongue under my bra. I wasn't sure how he was able to do it, but he started playing with my nipple without taking my bra off.

"Holy shit, Steve," I gasped. I looked down and watched as he slowly pulled his face away from my breasts. He looked up at me and purposely rolled his body up mine as he sat up.

"Is something wrong, baby?"

"This is. . . I mean. . . I've never. . ."

I couldn't admit it. Luckily, I didn't need to. Steve caught on. He leaned down and gently kissed my nose.

"Is this your first time, baby?" He asked softly. I bit my lip as I nodded. "We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for, gorgeous."

"I'm ready for it," I said faster than I wished I had. I cleared my throat before continuing, "I'm just a little nervous. I don't know what to do or how to help you enjoy it."

"You have nothing to be nervous about, Y/N," he whispered. "We will take this at your pace, however fast or slow you want to go. We won't do anything you aren't ready for. If it gets too much, all you have to do is tell me and we'll stop. I want to make this experience unforgettable."

I slid my hands up his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. I couldn't resist, wrapping my leg around his waist, and pulling him closer.

"Does this unforgettable experience have to happen on your couch?"

Steve smirked, lust building in his eyes. He slowly sat up, grabbed my hands, and pulled me to my feet. I gasped when he leaned down and picked me up, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. I closed the gap between us and started kissing his neck. I smirked when he moaned my name under his breath.

"Fuck, baby girl," he grunted as he started climbing the stairs.

"Payback," I growled against his neck. I continued nibbling on his neck as he carried me down the hallway. I gasped, quickly turning into a moan when Steve kicked open his bedroom door.

Steve grunted as he dropped me onto his bed. I held my breath as he didn't waste any time before crawling on top of me. He looked deeply into my eyes as he reached down and grabbed the waistband of my skirt. I chewed on my bottom lip as he slowly slid it down my legs, tossing it behind him without looking away from me.

I sat up and stopped him from crawling back over me by pressing my hand to his chest. His smirk darkened as he waited for what I was going to do. With both hands on his chest, I pushed him off of the bed. I opened my legs and pulled him so he was standing between them.

I stared straight into his eyes as I undid his pants. I leaned back as his pants fell to his ankles. Without skipping a beat, Steve kicked them off. Once they were discarded, I grabbed his hips and laid back down, pulling him with me.

Once we were laying on his bed, Steve didn't lean down to kiss me right away. He smiled down at me as he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice so soft it gave me chills. I bit my lip as I slowly nodded. Steve smirked as he shifted so his hips were rocking against mine. He leaned down and delicately pressed his lips to mine.

Compared to the other kisses we've shared tonight, this one was a lot softer. Things didn't start speeding up until he let go of my hand. He dragged his hand down my arm and down my side, stopping when he got to the top seam of my underwear. I bit his lip as he slipped his fingers in a place I'd never been touched.

I broke the kiss, arching my back with a loud moan as Steve pushed his fingers into me. I swore under my breath as this satisfaction spread throughout my body. While his fingers got deeper into me, I struggled to slide my underwear down my legs.

I let out a small whine as Steve pulled his fingers out of me so he could help me discard my underwear. I grabbed his face, roughly bringing it back to mine. This time when we kissed, we started off rough. Our lips and tongues battled for dominance.

Steve smirked as he slid his hand under me. As he played with the clasp of my bra, I played with the waistband of his boxers. Right as he finally unclasped my bra, I slid his boxers down. We broke the kiss, breathing heavily as we looked into each other's eyes.

He chuckled as he sat up, pulling me with him. While he tore off his boxers, I took off my bra. Once we were both completely on display for the other to enjoy, we took a second to take the other in. I held my breath as Steve lay down, pushing me with him. He didn't break eye contact with me as he reached over and grabbed something from his bedside table.

My face heated up as I watched him open the shiny package. I clenched my legs together, never feeling as desperate as I felt now as he slipped the condom on. He looked back up at me with a teasing smirk.

"How you feeling?" He asked as he gently dragged his fingers up and down my bare arm. I grabbed his arms, massaging his triceps.

"Ready," I said through my teeth as I adjusted my body underneath him. I moaned when he let out a growl as he brought himself closer to me. I tightly gripped my thigh, opening my legs.

"Just tell me if this gets too much for you, baby."

I was about to respond but the sudden pressure of him pushing into me made any noise I was planning to make get caught in my throat. I arched my back as I got used to the pressure and the feelings spreading through my body. It took a second but once I got used to it, I relaxed and grabbed Steve's shoulders. I pulled him closer, unintentionally making him push further into me.

We both swore under our breaths as we started rocking against each other. Our bodies moved in sync as we did things that helped move things along. When I wanted to deepen what we were doing, I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine. Our lips moved roughly in sync as Steve rocked his hips against mine.

I felt something inside me build but I didn't want to let it go just yet. I got lost as our tongues battled, our bodies danced, and our orgasms matched. Something seemed to trigger Steve as he started pushing into me harder and pulling out of me slower.

"Shit," I gasped against his lips. This just made him smirk.

"Let go," he growled. I moaned his name as I obeyed him.

He let out a deep chuckle as he released too. He was about to roll off of me but I stopped him. Steve looked into my eyes, the lust slowly fading into something else.

"How'd it feel?" He asked under his breath. I reached up and moved some hair out of his face.

"Amazing," I whispered. "But. . ."

"But?"

I leaned up and pressed my lips softly to his. When I broke the kiss, he was still confused.

"But next time, there are a few things I wanna try."

"Anything for you, baby."

                                * * * * *

I woke up the next morning with an arm wrapped around my bare waist. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve asleep next to me. I slowly and carefully sat up without waking him. I leaned down, grabbed the nearest shirt off the ground, and slipped it over my head. A blush formed on my face when I realized it wasn't my shirt. It was one of Steve's.

I jumped when my phone started ringing. I quickly went to answer it, letting out a sigh of relief when it didn't wake Steve up.

"Hello?" I answered softly as I snuck into Steve's bathroom.

"Hey, princess."

My heart jumped into my throat when I pulled my phone away from my ear to see that Eric had called me.

"How'd you sleep last night?" Oliver asked. "I know you don't sleep that well when Eric and I aren't home."

I looked over my shoulder, my face burning when I saw Steve still fast asleep, naked in his bed. I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the frog that formed after memories of last night flashed into my brain.

"Surprisingly, I slept pretty well."

[clemblog]

Caine’s Lesson - Part 16

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It had been a few days since anyone had seen Gummigoo or Pomni. Ma Croc was a little worried but she knew they’d be fine, as long as they were together. Max and Chad were too busy catching up on scouting and resource collecting to keep everyone safe and repair the barn to worry about Gummigoo and Pomni. They knew the pair would turn up again eventually. It was just a matter of waiting.

The circus goers however? Ragatha was right back to being anxious over Pomni’s absence, worrying about what had happened to her this time. Luckily, she had Lou by her side.

“Pomni is going to be alright Ragatha!”

“But what if-“

“Do you trust her?”

“..Yeah! Of course- She’s like one of the nicest people in our little group.”

“Then I promise you she’ll find some way back to us one way or another! I don’t know what it was like back for her at the circus- But from the sounds of things, being here is the happiest she’s ever been! And now that you guys are all here too, she’ll have no reason not to come back! So, it’s going to be alright.”

“Y-Yeah, you’re right- Gosh, sorry- I don’t know why I get so anxious about this-“

“Hey, it’s perfectly alright, okay? It’s always going to be scary when someone just disappears out of the blue. Don’t feel bad for worrying, it just shows that you care a bunch.”

“…I do care-“

“Which is really lovely to see Ragatha! I think it’s a truly dear quality for an individual to have!”

Ragatha found her face flushing a little at this. “Really?”

“Absolutely! So many people are full of fear, selfishness and greed. It’s a nice change of pace to meet someone as lovely as you~”

“Oh hush- You’re being too sweet-“

“Well I am made of candy~”

Ragatha rolled her eyes at this with a snicker. “Princess Lou, are you flirting with me of all people?”

“Maybe I am? You can’t blame me. Look at you!”

“Mmm, well, I suppose I do need a distraction right now, so who am I stop you~”

The two dissolved into giggles at this.

“Genuinely, I do think you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve met inside and out.” Smiled Lou, softly, taking Ragatha’s hand.

Ragatha smiled shyly at this. “Well, I appreciate that a lot- When things calm down maybe we could try… a date or two?”

“Nothing would make me happier!”

“It’s a pinky promise then.”

“Pinky promise.”

The two smiled at one another fondly one last time before having to go their separate ways. Ragatha had to help Kinger with making food with Ma Croc. Lou had to go and tend to her citizens as all attentive leaders did.

They were pretty different as individuals but the comfort and general fondness they’d found in one another was something they both hoped to treasure for as long as it lasted.

Jax was truthfully itching to talk to someone, anyone, about his solo adventure that Caine had sent him on. It hadn’t been great… But he didn’t trust anyone enough to care or listen to him without making him out to be some kind of.. baby-

He was lounging on the porch, absentmindedly stirring at the bowl of stew Ma Croc and Lou had served earlier in the day. He didn’t need to eat, so it was just a stupid way of entertaining his mind.

The sound of the front door creaked opening sounded out. Jax glanced over to see Ma Croc making her way to her rocking chair.

“You’ve got something on your mind, kid.” She spoke softly, watching Jax for a few moments after she’d gotten comfy.

“…Maybe I do, what’s it to you?” He muttered, rolling his eyes as he continued to stare at his stew.

“You should talk about it.”

“…I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because?”

“…I don’t want to be seen as weak-“

“Kid, why would talking about your feelings or something that’s bothering you ever make you be weak? Only the strongest of men can admit in a time of weakness that they need help. It only makes them stronger at the end of the day.”

“…You want me to talk about it, don’t you.”

“Only if you want to.”

“…fine-“

“I’d been running for a long while, in this giant maze. There was no entrance or exit and the walls where too slippery to climb- It would’ve been fine- But there was this huge clock timing how long I needed to spend in it- Which was forty eight hours. It would’ve been okay- But then these huge robotic creatures just started crawling out of these crevices in the walls- And they’d get bigger and bigger- And every-time they caught me the timer would get reset- So I just had to keep running and running and running- And hope that I wouldn’t be stuck there forever- I did it- But it felt like I was in there for a week-“

“…I’m sorry that happened to you son. You were so brave and definitely not weak.” Assured Ma Croc.

“Obviously, that’s me Jax the brave.” Scoffed Jax, smugly.

“You’re definitely an interesting one, kid.” Mused Ma Croc.

“Yup.”

“But on a more serious note, if you want to talk about this again, you can talk to me. Just say kid. I don’t know why you don’t feel like you can talk to your cronies about this, but I won’t pry. It’s up to you to decide what’s best for yourself.”

“…I’ll tell them, eventually… but not yet-“

“And that’s all I can hope for you son.”

“…Thank you.”

Ma Croc smiled softly at this, with a happy nod in his direction.

“It’s no problem. Now, do you want some warm soup to replace your stew or are you still not hungry?”

“…Mmm, soup will do.”

“I’ll go get you a bowl then kid.”

“Uh huh.”

Everyone was going to be alright. Eventually. In their own way.

Part 17

[mirageofficial]

✿﹒⤷﹒🧸﹒ EUNAE'S LIVESTREAMS ﹒

( headcanon )

just like ateez, mirage goes live on youtube!

much like her brother when he goes live himself, she rambles on about whatever it is that they’ve been up to

the jeon siblings are incredibly close, they spent a lot of time together throughout their lives—eunae moving to korea to support jihun is the product of it

although...eunae likes to tease her older brother and share funny stories (or, at least SHE finds them funny…typical sibling bantering basically)

talks all about how he tries very hard to be that overprotective & scary big brother type, but he’s so soft n sweet that he’s practically just a big teddy bear like her

her most recent episode of "exposing her dorky big brother," was this week’s livestream, her first solo stream since tour ended

gossiped about how at the seoul show, both jihun and her boyfriend (of only about a few months at the time) were present—naturally, it was the first time they were introduced to each other

jihun tried to play it off as being overprotective but his own members (cough cough marley cough cough) called him out for being a bad actor…right in front of jeonghan

"so…moral of the story…promise, isn’t my brother great at first impressions? marley is a fantastic wingwoman, gotta give her props for her hard work…"

IN SHORT, EUNAE IS A SWEETHEART BUT SHE HAS RECEIPTS…AND WILL SHARE ALL THE GOSSIP WITH HER FANS

just like she gives daily song recommendations on bubble, she does the same when she's live!

at some point, nako will insert herself into the livestream

one way or another, she will FIND. A. WAY.

whether it be a phone call, barging into the room, or yelling from the other side of the dorm

but it’s okay because that’s eunae’s bestie & nobody tolerates nako like she does

nako once pranked eunae while she was live during rebirth promotions. she hid behind eunae’s curtains for like half an hour into the stream & jumpscared her so bad that she fell out of her chair

now eunae doesn’t go live if there’s curtains behind her lmfao the poor girl was swearing in both english & korean just from pure shock—the staff had to mute her 😭

nako was also banned from pranking the members on livestreams after that, much to her dismay lol

if her mom or dad calls her while she’s on live, eunae always answers and asks for them to greet everyone

gushes (and i mean GUSHES) about her boyfriend, never drops jeonghan’s name for the sake of privacy but simply mentions that she’s seeing someone…does not care if people hate her for it honestly lmao she just wants to tease her fans a little and be candid about what her life is really like as an idol

talks so much about him & what they’ve been doing together that fans even ask for updates it’s so cute…and they don’t even know WHO he is either

"ah…no, i can’t show you this picture of our recent date, but i can tell you about what we did!"

talks about the books she’s reading recently & reviews them in english

ALWAYS blushes when she gets comments about how pretty, fancy, or beautiful her english accent sounds…she’s also a wreck when someone comments that her accent suits her better than when she speaks korean

rarely does her lives in english, instead she has small segments where she does or announces if they’re going to be fully in english

a BIG romcom and fantasy romance enthusiast…gossips about kdramas like you’re her best friend fr!

ask her about whatever it is that lee dongwook did and she probably knows lol she LOVES that man and has seen all of his acting projects

talks about her time while performing in musicals a lot as well! shares the shows she was in + her roles, also shares all of her stories of successes & failures as a (very short-lived) musical theater actress!

overall? eunae makes it feel like you’re on facetime with her as an old friend, there’s always a warm and fuzzy feeling when you get that notification that she’s live!

MENTIONS JEONGHAN FROM @offlivne

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[backtothestart02]

Do You Have My Number? - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: A short little fic for the end of the month. Enjoy the first chap.

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Synopsis: AU - Barry abruptly has to buy a new apartment, and his soon-to-be ex-roommate has just the realtor to help him out.

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Chapter 1 -

On the eve of Barry Allen’s 31st birthday, his roommate, Cisco Ramon, dropped the news on him that he and his girlfriend had decided to move in together. Before Barry could get the congratulations out of his mouth, Cisco squeezed his shoulder and offered an apology.

“You have two weeks,” he’d said to Barry’s frown, then handed him a card. “I got you an appointment for tomorrow.”

“What the-” And when he looked at the card, he read aloud, “Iris West, Realtor.”

“I know you’ll find something great.”

There was no point in arguing, which Barry tried to do at great length. Cisco had promised Cynthia that he’d have no problem kicking his then roommate out, even told her it was long overdue and that Barry had more than enough income to afford buying instead of renting with his fancy CSI Director job down at CCPD.

To Barry, he told him he loved living with him for the last five years, but that he was ready to settle down with Cynthia and start a family. They couldn’t do that with him still living under the same roof.

“So, why not get your own apartment for the two of you, and leave me here in peace?” Barry asked, bitterly.

“Cindy likes this place,” Cisco had defended. “And frankly, so do I. You’re settling here. Admit it. You want something with big windows and high ceilings, with more than a couple bedrooms and an open patio and terrace. I’ve heard you talk.”

“Those things cost money, Cisco.”

“Money you now have with your new job,” he pointed out, and that was when Barry knew he’d have to back down.

So, the next day, he went down to the realtor’s office and let himself in. The receptionist was friendly enough, directing him to wait in one of the comfy waiting room chairs and flip through a magazine while he waited for his realtor, Iris West, to finish up with her previous client.

He hadn’t asked, but early that morning when he was getting ready to go, he found out that Cisco hadn’t just picked this realtor at random. He’d gone to college with her, even roomed with her, and said she was the best in the business and very passionate about her work. Not to mention gorgeous.

The question of whether they’d ever dated or hooked up was brimming at the front of his mind, and Cisco knew him so well he had to have known, because he answered it as he was walking out the door.

“No, we never went there. She had some blonde frat boy on her arm the whole time we roomed together. They were on their way to the altar too when she backed out at the last minute. Poor guy. Guess she didn’t really love him after all.”

So, she’s single, was the immediate thought in Barry Allen’s brain. But he knew he shouldn’t get his hopes up. She was beautiful and successful. She had to have some arm candy taking her out to dinner at night at the very least.

He made a mental note to look for a ring on her ring finger, but then shook it off. He had an appointment to buy an apartment, not to snag a date.

Even if he was single and had been for far too long.

He missed giving a pretty girl heart eyes, missed going out on dates, missed writing love notes and feeling butterflies flap wildly inside him whenever he saw or thought of the object of his affection.

He missed sex.

A good solo hand job was all fine and dandy when it was necessary, but to have that be the only source of sexual fulfillment when you were a healthy, somewhat attractive man of now 31 was pathetic.

Not that he’d admit that to anyone out loud.

“I’m so, so sorry about the delay. Barry, is it?”

And he looked up from his magazine and promptly dropped it into his lap where it then slid on the floor. He hoped his jaw wasn’t actually on the floor too, but he suspected it was from the way she was looking at him.

“Or…Mr. Allen?”

He managed to stifle the beginning of a moan from hearing her call him by his surname and snatched up the magazine before placing it on the table and shaking her hand as he got up.

“Barry. Barry’s fine.”

Iris spun around to look at the receptionist.

“Thank you for keeping him for me, Patricia.”

The woman must’ve smiled or nodded or said ‘of course’, but Barry was oblivious to all or any of it. The petite Iris West with her pencil skirt, pinned up dark hair, and fitted red blazer was the epitome of his fantasies.

He hoped he didn’t make an ass out of himself during this appointment or he’d never buy a decent apartment the rest of his life.

“This way.”

Thankful for the absence of people down the hallway, he let himself admire her derriere in that tight skirt that stretched across both ass cheeks.

“Do you know what you’re looking for?”

His cheeks immediately burned.

“Huh?”

She turned around, and he took a fraction of a step back so he was in the shadows in the hall and not right under the light.

“In an apartment?”

She side-stepped and directed him into the bright room that they were to sit in, presumably her office. He scurried inside.

“Well, I like your office,” he complimented, and she practically blossomed, some of her professionalism shattering in that instant.

“The windows? I love them too. They’re my favorite part about the whole building,” she gushed.

He turned to look at her as she sat behind her desk, liking her more and more.

“Please, have a seat.”

He sat down in the opposite chair and leaned back in it, so he could fully appreciate her in her element. Iris pulled out a notepad and jotted something down before looking up at him again and smiling brilliantly.

“So, you like large windows and open space. High ceilings too, I’m guessing.”

“Damn,” he muttered, impressed. “Am I that obvious?”

It was her turn to blush.

“Well, you did say you liked my office, and…” She looked up, and he followed suit, taking note of the high ceiling.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Well, my roommate says-”

“Roommate?” She frowned. “Cisco told me you planned on living without him.”

“I did. I do! It’s just all quite sudden. I’ve thought of me and him as two parts of one whole for the last five years, and then as of last night, we’re not, I guess. It’ll take some time to adjust.”

“Of course.” She paused, thinking and tapping her pen on the notepad. “Well, why don’t you tell me what part of the city you like best, what you hate about your current apartment, what would make that apartment perfect for you, and of course…your budget.”

So, he did. He complained – easily – about the parts of his apartment that royally sucked: the squeaky shower faucet for one and difficult landlord for two. He talked about always wanting an upstairs terrace outside either the living room or his bedroom, a fireplace maybe, and a quiet neighborhood but not too far from downtown either. He liked the business of the city, just didn’t want it keeping him from getting sleep at night.

And his budget was pretty flexible. He was no millionaire, but with his latest promotion that he’d secured a year ago and done significant saving financially, he figured he had some wiggle room with whatever she came up with.

After he’d finished, Iris set down her pen and opened a drawer on the left side of her desk. From there she pulled out a stack of papers, properties it turned out, and held them out to him.

“Here are some apartments that I think might be worth your while.”

He gawked.

“But I just gave you specifics now. How did you…?”

She shrugged, taking pride in her work.

“Cisco told me some of those things a couple days ago. I just wanted you to feel free to express yourself further. But you are right. Since I didn’t know everything, not all of these places fit all that you described. Still, I’d like to head out to maybe one or two and see if you like something about them. Then, the next time that we meet I’ll know where else I can look that can suit your preferences better.”

“The next time?” he asked, curiously.

“Finding the perfect place to live solo is no easy task, Barry. It’s a process, and it takes time.”

“But I have to be out of where I’m at now in two weeks!”

She reached out across her desk to calm him.

“And we will find it in time for you to get all your things out of Cisco and Cynthia’s business. I promise.”

“You know about Cynthia?”

“Cisco and I keep in touch. We were very close in college. I’m sure he’s told you.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Friends like that don’t just disintegrate.”

He thought about his college friends that he’d been close with. Felicity, Kara, Ray… He didn’t talk to them much anymore. His whole life had become his parents and Cisco after graduation. Maybe he should call one of them up someday, since he was making some big life changes now.

“In most cases, I should say,” Iris concluded from the pensive look on his face.

“Mm.”

“So!”

He looked up.

“You ready for the first stop?”

“Oh. Now?”

“Of course. Got to strike while the iron is hot.” She winked. “Just follow me in my car. It’s the little red bug parked near the entrance. The first place is only five minutes from here and the second only 10 minutes in the other direction. After I get your feedback on both, I’ll make some notes, and we can discuss them further when we get back or just decide on other places in a couple days when we next meet.”

“Sounds great.”

He stood up, and so did she. He admired the slight curve of her cleavage as she bent down to smooth out any wrinkles in her skirt, but was sure to be looking at her face when she looked back up at him.

He gestured to the door, and she smiled and led the way out.

“So, you like red, huh?”

[thebandcampdiaries]

The John Spignesi Band

The John Spignesi Band is gearing up for a musical milestone as they delve into the creation of their 7th studio record. The band is poised to deliver an album that promises to be a significant evolution in their sonic journey, as they stepped into the familiar settings of Ace Tone Productions, a place where they already recorded some amazing tracks in the past! This time around, the band brought in renowned producer Scott Murawski, known for his work with Max Creek and the Mike Gordon Band. This marks the first time the John Spignesi Band has joined forces with Murawski, and the result has been nothing short of transformative, helping the band further fine-tune its vision for this remarkable studio work.

Fans can expect a fusion of the familiar and the innovative, all woven together into what promises to be one of the group’s most significant albums to date!

We also had the chance to ask the artist a few questions: keep reading for more!

John Spignesi interview questions

- Can you share more about the creative process behind your upcoming 7th studio record? After so much studio experience, did you approach things differently compared to your past albums?

I knew right away we had to do something different.  As an artist, it’s so easy to get caught up in the same formula and repeat the same process over and over.  I’m not saying that’s necessarily a bad thing, especially if it works, but you’ve got to challenge yourself and push the envelope if you’re trying to increase the caliber of work you’re creating.  We brought in a lot of different session musicians for this and really spent a long time making sure arrangements and vocals were exactly where they needed to be.  It was tedious, but I think it was worth every extra step it took.

- What made you decide to go with a different producer this time around? Collaborating with Scott Murawski for the first time on this album is a significant step. How has his involvement impacted the band's dynamic and the overall production of the record? Are there specific elements or techniques that he brought to the table that have resonated with the band?

Scott is such a great guy and a killer musician.  Besides knowing so much about music and structure, he knows what it is people are seeking out.  That, to me, is arguably just as important.  I never want anyone to feel bored or to be “waiting for the next cool thing” to happen on this record.  He really made sure that we were getting the best sounds and vibes across.

He also just has such a great energy about him.  He knows how to keep things light in the studio, but also how to push us to the next level.  There was one moment in particular I can remember fondly: I was tracking a solo for the song “Blank Canvas” and I must have done 6 or 7 passes.  He could definitely sense I was getting a little frustrated with myself and quietly came up to me.  He looked at me and said, “We have so many good takes, Spigs.  It doesn’t matter.  Just do one more take and go nuts.  Play everything and anything you can think of.”  Well what do you know, that was the take we ended up going with.  

Feel is an important thing to Scott.  I learned very quickly working with him that above technical proficiency, it has to feel right.  I respect that a lot and have adopted that philosophy myself.

- Having recorded five previous albums at Ace Tone Productions, what makes this studio special for the John Spignesi Band?

Matt Terribile (Engineer/Owner) is practically an additional member of the band.  Matt understands the sound and the dynamic of the band just as much as we do.  He’s patient, kind, and knows how to give feedback in a way that will serve the song.   In my eyes, there is no reason to ever go anywhere else.  You can’t really ask for much more than a studio that feels like home.  Friendship and community is very important to me.  I’m lucky to have found both of those in working with Matt and Ace Tone.

- Going into the studio, did you already have a clear idea of all the songs, or did the creation process happen pretty much at the same time as the music was being recorded?

With the exception of one song, we had been playing most of these tunes on the road for years.  We always like to “road test” them to ensure that things happen naturally and parts develop on stage.  I’ve never told Joe (bass) and Matt (drums) what to play, so the more exposure that they can get by playing the tunes live, the better shape we’ll be in.

There were some moments that happened in the studio that were a spur of creativity.  For example, we added a slow section to the song “Prepare For Liftoff,” and it being a fast-funky-dance tune, we had never even considered that a possibility.  Now, we live for that moment when we get to play that on stage.  

I think it is definitely important to have your material down cold before going into the studio.  You’ll save yourself, the engineer, and everyone involved time. (and money!). At the same time, it’s important to acknowledge that there may need to be some quick check-ins and small re-writes to make the songs/arrangements as good as they can possibly be.

- Are you planning on taking this record on the road or play some shows any time soon?

Oh yes, definitely.  The live setting is our bread and butter.  We’re already setting our eyes on the Spring/Summer 2024 and hopefully we’ll be able to be a part of some great events.  There are a bunch of festivals we played last year and I hope we can return this year with the new record in tow for promotion.

- The music scene is so competitive these days, with so many bands trying to be heard. What is it that makes you special and why should people give your music a shot?

I think we don’t try to be anything that we’re not.  So many people try to put themselves on this pedestal of them being the rockstars and you’re just the crowd.   You know, I’m human too.  I have had my personal successes and struggles. I try to write songs about something that everyone can relate to.  I hope that comes across effectively.  Honest music is the best kind.

- This new album is super fresh, but do you already have any plan for future releases or follow-ups?

There are a bunch of new songs we are currently “road testing,” so we’ll probably work on those for a bit.  Maybe some live releases will get thrown in the mix, too.  Our bassist, Joe, is really good at mixing the live stuff so hopefully we can have some more of those accessible on major music platforms.

- Anywhere online where curious fans can listen to your music and find out more about you?

Anything and everything can always be accessed through our website: https://www.jsbmusic.net

[jaestrz]

Ex lovers -Woozi

afab reader x Woozi • slight angst • get back relationship

do not read if you can’t handle bad writings ⚠️

“Can’t I just produce music by myself? I could do the same thing Woozi did.” You stated and the manager just shook their head no, disagreeing with her opinion. “You need people’s opinion on how you sing your own song y/n. The outcome might turned out bad if you did it on your own. It’s just one day. One day in the recording studio and sing. It’s not like I’m asking you to make out with him.”

You cursed under your breath and a sigh escaped your lips.

Maybe dating a band mate was a bad thing after all. Especially when he’s a producer like you, staying up late and being in one studio room with him is really a pain in your ass. You couldn’t avoid him forever.

With him as your producer for your solo album, you were thinking if you could even finish the song with him being one room with you. But you didn’t know how Woozi felt. Because to be really honest, he felt scared for you. Seeing how you changed a lot after the break up. He rarely sees you going out to dinner or eat together when there’s a company gathering.

You were sleep deprived, struggling with your album and he would be beside you pretending to compose a new song when in reality he was listening to the pain you’re in. The way your head keeps tilting from your sleepiness, you were in terrible condition. There were times where you would fall asleep in the studio while composing songs and ended up not going back to the dorm.

Now you were in the recording room with Woozi alone. You refuse to meet his gaze while he was directly eyeing on you. Your eyes were focusing on the lyrics in the paper, scanning every single letters. When you started singing, you didn’t feel like it was good enough. Even Woozi noticed it.

The rhythm was a bit off.

You couldn’t reach the high note that you usually could.

Vocals could’ve been better.

Of course you were a bit frustrated with how you sing but Woozi didn’t point it out and only said “It’s okay it was nice, could you try to strain your voice at the end of the sentence?”

It usually wouldn’t take this long to record your voice. But now it was taking you so long to finish half.

“Should we take 5?” That was something rare Woozi would do. And before you could answer he stood up from his chair and walked in the recording room with a water bottle, giving it to you. There was an awkward silence before he voiced out.

“Are you okay?” He asked and your eyes weren’t focusing on the paper in front of you anymore. You slowly met his and faked a laugh.

“I’m literally fine-“

“Y/n.” He cuts you off and you realized he was being serious.

“I said I’m fine.”

“Your actions right now doesn’t match your words.” He told you, scanning your sunken under eyes, your collarbones are more visible, your lost of focus and spaced out often.

You let out a heavy sigh, trying hard to swallow the lump in your throat as you run back your hair using your fingers.

His hands found its way to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but his action made you a little startled.

“You- promise. You freaking promise me you’ll be alright without me and I fell for it. You told me that we both should not be hurting after this.” His voice. It was more of a soft talk instead of a harsh one. “Why aren’t you keeping up with your words…”

To be honest. He really didn’t lose his feelings for you. It’s been 2 months. Those two months that could’ve filled with joy was horrible. His feelings for you stayed the same and never changed. Was it because the lack of spending time together made him breaking things off with you?

He stepped closer to you and pulling you in a hug. You were hesitate at first and think of pushing him away. But his touch made you sink in his arms and giving up trying to fight your selfish mind.

“This gap in our relationship is killing me.” You breathed, the grip you had on his shirt tightened.

Those two months could’ve been great.

“I thought it didn’t hurt you. I didn’t realize you were hurting as much as I am.”

“I’m sorry for hurting you love. We’ll try to make it work out again yeah? I promise you this would be the last time I hurt you.” Woozi said, wiping a tear that was fallen from your eye.

-

“Did you peek inside the studio? What are they doing?” Seungcheol’s mouth was stuffed with questions that needed an answer. The manager has a smile planted on their face.

“Don’t be surprised if you saw Woozi and y/n hugging during practice tomorrow ” The excitement tone bought Seungcheol boosting with energy.

“Did they kissed?”

“Maybe. Let them be. I think letting Woozi take over y/n’s solo music is the best decision we made. Bumzu is probably happy with zero work.”

“At least now no one is hurting.”

[mindninjax]

Help Me FOCUS

Ok Hellooooo I’ve decided to do it! Below are my long fic wips and lil summaries!

Here is the link to choose which one you think I should work on! There’s no pressure or anything haha I just need help focusing. The hype and excitement for Stardew Baku was actually very helpful in getting me to focus and finish it up so I’m hoping to have that happen for this next one too!

Anywhoo thanks in advance if you decide to pick one! They’re all Bakugo x reader.

1.) Only if for a Night- the reincarnation Au (possible black reader)

When you sign up to become penpals for a year with another college student across the sea in Japan, you think it’s a great idea to share the book you’ve been captivated by the last few weeks. There’s something about it, something about the way the characters react to situations, something about how every word feels familiar, and something about how when you were finished every single one of your instincts told you to share this with your new hot headed penpal.

2.) I Know About Popular- Fake Dating Au

When Katsuki’s date for the Hero Gala pulls out at the last minute, he desperately searches for a new date that can fit into her dress. Luckily, one of the survey takers that works for him in the Sales department has just managed to snag a big time donation, knows how to speak to the public, and is the same size. What will he need to do to get you to be his date and pose as his girlfriend during the Gala?

3.) Untitled Band AU-(Black Reader)

Ready to go solo and get into composing and producing his own music, Katsuki is on the search for a singer to bring the song he’s been working on for months to life. He’s come up short in his search many times and right as he is about to give up he meets you, a down to earth, soulful young woman with a voice more lively and poetic than he’s ever heard.

4.) Aphrodisiac (villain Reader, Hero Katsuki)

The cat and mouse chase between you and Bakugo is finally coming to an end. He steps into your club to arrest you for all of your illegal drug activities. But one thing he doesn’t expect is how you’re always two steps ahead of him. Now an unwilling test subject for the new drug, he has to find a way to get out of this club safely. Giving in to the drug’s effects means partaking in sensual activities with you he’s sure he doesn’t want to be involved in. But the way your lips and body look under the flashing lights in the club, maybe he’s not as sure as he thinks.

5.) Eyes of a Child- (Deku x Reader, Bakugo x reader)

You meet pro hero Deku at a hotel bar on a rainy day and hit it off immediately.The romance grows fast and passionate and in a matter of months you find yourself head over heels in love with the pro hero. Your life looks splendid when you marry and start a family with him. But everything goes on pause when he’s ripped from you in a tragic accident. You’re left with raising a son who looks exactly like his father by yourself. And what’s worse? The man who was in love with your husband for years and despises you just showed up on your doorstep.

6.) Untitled Romantic Comedy

A date in the city with a mysteriously handsome man from Japan who refuses to tell you what his job is plunges you into the wildest ride of your life.After a one night stand, he leaves to go back to his own country and you’re left with a surprise of your own. Months later, you’re kidnapped and held hostage for ransom by a crazy villain wanting to lure the infamous Dynamight into a trap. Why would you being captured be bait for Dynamight? It might have something to do with the fact that you’re pregnant with his kid.

7.) Dragon Hybrid Katsu (Fantasy AU) (also black reader )

Promised to the Dragon Prince at birth, you’re stolen by a witch and lost to a new world where you forget your identity as the princess of a magical kingdom. Accustomed to the new modern world you live in, you become an animal scientist, earning a doctorate in animal behavior. On your way to an inhabited island where a new species of bird has been found, a storm crashes your ship and you wash up on the shores of the inhabited island. Once there, you find more than a new species of bird. A dragon inhabits the island. And you’re in trouble because he seems to be searching for you.

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: your relationship with Damian isn’t what is seems like.

♡ pairing: damian wayne (robin), bart allen (impulse) x fem reader

♡ lyric inspiration: “it’s just a little too late, you say you dream about me but you don’t like me, you just like the chase so be real, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes 

you were blasting music into your headphones as you were trying to finish everything you needed to get done for the week. graduation was coming in just a few weeks and you had been neck deep in homework with essays and exams coming in from left and right. 

you had even been putting off even hanging out or going on dates with Damian because your lack of time. he kept telling you that it was okay but in the back of your head, you felt wrong for denying him every time he asked you out. 

Jon and Billy had been in the lair’s living room, lazying around until Nightwing or even Batman came in to give all of you times and coordinates for your patrolling tonight. you hadn’t even been hearing their conversation since your music was drowning out their conversations. 

when you realized that your coffee had ran out and everything that you needed in order to make a new cup was in the kitchen, you took off your headphones and grabbed your cup, walking slowly to living room. 

“where’s Damian?” Billy asked, kicking his shoes off, “oh, he’s training. ever since graduation for Gotham Academy came closer, ( your name ) has been putting him off to study so he’s been training to kill time.” 

your eyebrows fluttered in confusion, not knowing if what Jon was saying was rude or not. “I have to give Damian props though,” Jon continued, “he’s been with her for two months now! we even had a small bet going to see how long he would be able to date her and he’s clearly won since he’s been with her longer than the month we bet on. even a few of the titans had placed bets that it wouldn’t last as long as it did. Raven put in a measly two weeks,” Jon laughed. 

your eyes stared down at the ground, completely watery and stinging, “hey, that just shows Damian can commit to things that aren’t training although it’s like you said, it’s surprising they’re even together if she keeps putting him off,” Billy added on. 

not realizing that your cup had slipped your grasp, the metal collided with the ground, making Jon and Billy turn around. they could see the hurt in your eyes as you remained frozen in place. 

“hey ( your name ),” Jon murmured, “did you hear what we were talking about?” Billy asked, afraid at the answer. 

your eyes turned into rage as you picked up your cup off the floor, “tell Damian that since our month is over, we’re done,” Jon immediately sprang up, “hey! please, don’t say that! you’re completely not understanding what we’re saying!” Jon said frantically. 

Damian walked out of the solo training room, seeing Jon and Billy’s expressions as the tears ran down your face, “what’s going on?” Damian asked. you laughed, not wanting to even look at him, “great! you’re here! since our relationship was based on a bet that you had money on that would only last a month, you can count it as we’re over now!” you exclaimed.

you slammed your laptop and grabbed your backpack as Damian ran towards you. in a fit of complete rage, you turned around and punched him square in the stomach, making him fall onto Jon. 

“go fuck yourself! as a matter of fact, you can find another member for the Titans! I quit!” you screamed, slamming your mask down onto the table and leaving the lair, “wait! please, this isn’t how you think it went down, please!” Damian begged. 

you gave him the finger, “I hope you, right along with Jon and Billy, enjoy sitting on the shame that is playing with people’s emotions,” you said as Nightwing walked into the hallway, clearly lost on what was happening, “the next time you, Jon, Billy, hell! even the Titan’s decide to play with people’s emotion for the sake of getting money, make sure it’s someone who’s not on the same team as you,” you whispered. 

“don’t leave, please don’t leave. Nightwing, stop her!” Damian said in panic as you got onto your bike, “Nightwing, since the Titan’s are now down a member, you can tell whoever was fighting a place that my spot is now vacant,” you managed to say before revving your bike and riding onto the street. 

“what is going on?” Nightwing asked the three. he had never saw Damian so hurt, meanwhile Billy and Jon were left speechless, “my girlfriend just broke up with me!” Damian murmured, a feeling in his heart that he had never felt before, “she overheard a conversation Billy and I were having but I think she only heard a piece of it,” Jon tried to rationalize. 

Damian looked at the two, pure rage coming over his body, “it’s both your fault?” he screamed, charging them with his sword. Nightwing quickly grabbed his brother, taking the sword away from his grasp, “she only heard some of the conversation! we never meant for her to actually get upset.” 

Nightwing stood in between the three, “listen, whatever happened, all of you need to apologize. now, I can’t promise that she’ll rejoin the team,” he warned Damian, “if she decides to come back, that’ll be her decision....AND HER DECISION only,” Nightwing said, “but if she decides not too, I can’t force her to overturn her decision,” he added on, “no matter who you’re related too.”

Damian knew he was hinting at Bruce when he added in the last part. there was no way any of them could actually convince you to come back if you didn’t want too. they could try and persuade you but it was ultimately your decision if you wanted to rejoin the team. 

+

once you got back home, you felt as though your heart hadn’t completely accepted what happened. a part of you felt like it was some sort of sick joke and you needed to wake up from it. 

alas, it wasn’t and you knew that what Damian and you had was something that wasn’t going to happen again. it stung knowing that Jon, the one who seemed so innocent all the time, was actually in on the joke and was sitting there and laughing at you. 

you hadn’t known Billy for that long. the two of you became acquainted not long after you got with Damian and while you thought of him as a friend, it still hurt that he too was in on the joke. 

your mom was working late as she was helping Gotham Academy with situating for graduation planning. your mom didn’t know about you and Damian thankfully so even though you were completely heartbroken, it’s not like she knew about what you were going through. 

you flopped onto your bed, trying to control your breathing when the doorbell rang. tiptoeing to the front door, hoping it wasn’t any of the three idiots, you were stricken with relief when you saw that it was Bart of all people.

“hey Allen, what are you up too? wait a minute, what you doing here in Gotham?” you asked, welcoming him inside. Bart chuckled softly, “I’m here for some stuff on the behalf of my family. don’t worry about it,” he murmured, “I went to the lair looking for you and you were gone.” 

you hummed, not knowing if you were willing to tell him the actual story of why you weren’t there, “you okay? you look like you were crying!” he exclaimed, seeing the puffyness under your eye and the redness around it. you sighed shakily, “truthfully? I’m not but it’s nothing to worry about,” you tried to say calmly. 

Bart gave you a look, not fully convinced, “seriously? I can’t talk to you about the real reason on why I’m here if you’re upset. tell me!” he restated, looking at you dead in the eye. you dragged him inside, not wanting anyone to heart, especially if Damian was on his bullshit and spying on you.

you got Bart up to your room, locking the door and leaning up against the door. your back against it as you tried to contain your tears and running your hands through your hair, “I broke up with my boyfriend recently and I’ve been having a lot of issues with it since I found out,” you finally confessed. 

Bart’s eyes twitched in annoyance, “you were dating someone?” he asked, a bit hurt that the girl he had been crushing on not only had a boyfriend but you were now heartbroken over it. you nodded, “not that my identity was ever a secret but I was dating Robin,” your eye twitched this time, annoyed at mentioning Damian.

Bart stood in disbelief, not believing that Robin, the one everyone thought was perfect, had broken up with you. a part of him wanted to strangle the boy but he knew that Robin was a lot more stronger than he was.

“if you don’t mind me asking, can I ask what happened?” Bart played with his fingers nervously. you stared at the ground, scared if you looked at Bart, you would bawl your eyes out, “he started dating me as a joke. he had made a bet with a few other sidekicks about being able to date me for a month and the longer he dated me, the more money he made,” your tears fell almost immediately at the confession. 

Bart’s anger immediately rose as he tried to not say anything irrational, “are you kidding?” he asked. you shook your head no, not knowing what to say, “can I kick his ass?” he asked again, making you laugh for the first time in a while. 

“sorry Allen but you know I won’t let you...especially because you and I both know how that would end,” you giggled, making Bart agree. you sat down on the bed next to him, “now why are you here? although I think I might know why,” you murmured. 

The Flash family, especially Bart and Barry had taken an interest in you when you first joined the Titans. your powers had given you the ability to be as fast as the Flashes were. you weren’t exactly as speedy as Flash but your powers did let you have competition with Bart’s speed. 

“you know Central city has been calling your name,” Bart whispered, looking at you. “you know you’d have a position with us and you wouldn’t be around Robin if you weren’t comfortable being around him,” Bart added in the last part. 

you bit your lip, “come on, you know better than anyone that Gotham has nothing for you,” he tried to rationalize, “yeah, you have potential with the Bats but you know that joining us would make you an even bigger hero than you are here,” he said. 

“Bart, is this really the reason why you want me to join all of you?” you asked. Bart nodded, hoping that you were actually considering it, “of course! you can join us out for patrol tonight and if you like it, you can join us over in Central City when you graduate,” he exclaimed. 

“tonight? with who?” you asked. Bart pointed to himself with confidence, “with the one and only, Bart Allen!” he boasted. you laughed, “just tonight and if I don’t like it, I get to stay here!” you said, pointing your finger at his chest. 

“SERIOUSLY?” he asked surprised. you nodded as you saw the time, “sure but remember what I said!” you yelled as he ran around your room in excitement. 

the time you had ever went to Central City was when you went with Damian and Bruce on the behalf of Bat business so the feeling that you were now no longer going there with them felt a bit out of place. you looked at the time as Bart had told you that it wouldn’t take to long to get there with both your speeds. 

you grabbed you uniform out of your closet and looked at the time, sensing that both you and Bart should get to Central City before both of your patrol times started. you could see the excitement coming from Bart as he was basically talking your ear off the entire way back to Central City. 

-

through the following few days, you had actively ignored Jon, Damian, and Billy. it was harder for you to ignore Jon and Damian as they had known your home address but every time Raven had informed you on one of the boys coming and paying you a visit, Bart always seemed to come over and get you out of the house before they could. 

this time was no different but today, you couldn’t ignore Damian even if you wanted too. today was Gotham’s graduation and with both you and Damian graduating at the top of the class, you both had to sat on the stage, right next to each other. 

you had worn a plain neutral yellow dress with black shoes as you tried to follow Gotham’s school colors. the actual cap and gowns were not as cute as they had the tacky yellow cap and gown with black lining that made all of you look like bee’s. 

up until this moment, you still hadn’t decided on what your plans were for after graduation. you had a bunch of unanswered acceptance letters from different University’s around the U.S. and one of them was from Central City State University. 

they had personally reached out to you in order to attend their school. you had been thinking about actually accepting their letter for a while now and with Bart now offering to be your partner, you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. you hadn’t told anyone besides your mother about the move to Central City and while she was upset to see you leave, she knew it was best to let you finally be on your own. 

you had gotten to Gotham Academy, a bit early and tired as you had stayed up late with being on Face Time with Bart. the two of you had gotten closer over the course of the last few weeks and while you were still extremely heartbroken over Damian’s actions, a part of your heart was starting to fix itself with Bart now mending that piece. 

you, on a very sporadic thought, had invited Bart and Barry to your graduation as you didn’t want to run into the chance of actually having to be alone with Damian. you wanted to make sure that you were either around your mom or Bart when everything was finished. 

the stage had been set by the time you got to the Auditorium as you had saw your mom along with Bart and Barry in the front. since you were moving to Central City, partially for college and partially to continue doing hero work there, your mom had to introduce and get familiar with the family that was soon taking you in. 

everyone knew that everyone who were connected to the Flash family had this flamboyant personality to them so when Barry and Bart introduced themselves to your mom, she was quite taken back. nevertheless, she did end up getting along well with them and felt safe with you moving there. 

Damian had saw you sitting in the chair, on your phone as everyone sat in their seats. what he hadn’t realized was that Bart and Barry were right next to your mom. he had heard about your endeavors with going over to Central City to ‘intern’ with the Flash family and while he didn’t want to believe it, a part of him felt as though that might’ve been actually true now. 

Damian looked at you with guilt crossing his face. you hadn’t been face to face with him since that fateful night and although it took every ounce of power to not scream at him, for the sake of his identity and the fact that all of you had to be professional, you gave him the side eye and turned to your headmaster who was approaching the stand. 

Gotham Academy’s graduation had felt like centuries before it finally came to your turn to speak on the behalf of your class. you smiled at the crowd, waving at your family and the Allen’s before looking down at your paper. you gulped in nervousness as you began your speech. 

“and although I have been keeping my college acceptance a secret, within the last few weeks, I’ve had the privilege of being scouted by a few schools and finally came down to the decision last week on which university I would attend. it is my honor and with grace to finally announce that I will be attending Central City State University in the fall! go Falcons!” you told the crowd as you opened up your gown to show off the school sweater. 

you saw Bart’s face light up with excitement as he realized that you had accepted the Flash’s invitation to work with them. Damian had also realized that the rumors surrounding you actually leaving the Titan’s to work with the Flash was actually true and he felt his heart break realizing that you were no longer a part of his life. 

you sat back down in your seat with a smirk playing on your face as you could basically feel Damian’s stare coming down on you. it wasn’t until after graduation when all of you got the chance to join your families again when you saw Bart and everyone else. 

“are you really joining us in Central City?” he asked excitedly. you nodded, giving Bart a hug. the hug didn’t feel friendly. not in the slightest. it felt almost romantic as the two of you remained in an embrace longer than you had realized, “than I’m so glad our plan actually worked out!” Barry said in relief. 

your eyebrows fluttered in confusion but he told you it was a surprise that you wouldn’t see until you got to Central City tonight. you nodded as all you had decided to take pictures before heading to eat. you had noticed Damian approaching you, a determined stare on his face but Bart quickly realized it and grabbed you by the wrist, making you join Barry and your mom again. 

the night finally entered as you had made your way to Central City in order to get settled into your new apartment by signing the final papers over to the apartment. Barry and Bart had offered to show you around your new home, as if you hadn’t already recognized Central City already but nevertheless, you complied and let them show you. 

you got into the core of the city, the lights twinkling and the noises of cars making you feel as though you were in a movie. Bart had covered your eyes with his hands as he told you your secret was coming up. a nervous feeling crept up to your stomach as you had no idea what was going on. 

finally, all of you stopped and that was when Bart took his hands off your eyes. you stared at the large billboard that was high up in the sky as you felt tears spring your eyes. 

“welcoming Central City’s newest superhero.” 

the billboard read as it had a picture of you right next to the lettering. you looked to Barry and Bart before engulfing them into a hug as you thanked them profusely. Barry shrugged you off, “we should be thanking you. you’re going to help us so much! it’s the least we could do,” he said as Bart agreed. 

Barry had mentioned that all of you were going to catch dinner at a restaurant and your reservation should be coming up soon. he had gotten the head start, whispering to Bart that he’d leave the two of you alone for a moment. 

“seriously, thank you so much Bart,” you whispered, giving him another hug. he chuckled nervously, trying to wave you off, “you have no idea how much this means to me,” you added on. 

you looked to Bart and got on your toes, hoping that your next action wasn’t a mistake. you gave him a quick peck on the cheek, making Bart go red in the face. it hadn’t fully set in that you kissed him until he realized that he hadn’t said anything back yet. 

Bart grabbed your hand, giving it a soft kiss before doing the same to your cheek. you smiled at him shyly, grabbing his hand before telling him that you were going to be late for the reservation with Barry. 

-

months had passed since you had started your new life in Central City. you hadn’t spared anyone in Gotham a second thought unless you were visiting your mom so you hadn’t contacted Damian or any of the Titan’s since then. 

however, you had to go with Bart to the Titan’s tower today. you had to meet up with Nightwing there to get information Barry needed for a case. you were hoping that you didn’t run into any of the idiots while you were there with Bart but luck was not on your side that day and upon reaching the Titan’s tower, you were met with not only Damian but with Jon and Billy. 

“where’s Nightwing?” you asked them. Jon gave you a sheepish smile, “he’ll be here soon,” he responded. you nodded, grabbing Bart’s hand and heading to the couch to say hello to Raven and Beast Boy. 

the four of you got into conversation until Damian walked in, basically dragging you into the kitchen as Bart immediately stood up, running to where you were. 

“what the fuck is your issue?” you yelled, snatching your hand back. Bart knew you could hold your own but he still wanted to make sure you were okay, “we need to talk,” he stated, looking to Bart. you laughed, “yeah, whatever you have to say you can say right now. I refuse to talk to you alone,” you said back. 

Damian growled as Jon and Billy stood up, “that night when everything went down, we want to say that it was all a mistake. you had only heard a portion of what we were saying. we never intentionally made a bet on the two of you. we had made a bet that was basically us telling Da-Robin that he couldn’t do anything besides train and fight. Robin had actual feelings for you and the bet was never intentionally set on you. we swear,” Jon explained. 

you looked to Damian and Billy as they both agreed. you rolled your eyes annoyed, “you think I’d actually believe that?” you looked to Bart and laughed before taking his hand, “the next time you actually want to make up lies, make sure they’re actually fucking believable!” you exclaimed laughing. 

Bart laughed along with you, “you think we’re lying?” Damian yelled, “yeah because why should I ever believe what any of you three have to say. all of you are a bunch of pricks that are so far up your own asses that no one with an actual working brain would believe that lie.” 

Bart’s mouth, along with everyone else, hung in disbelief and surprise. “seriously, the next time we see each other, make up a better lie and for the record, working with and in Central City has been actually been so refreshing! no offense,” you said looking over to the rest of the Titan’s, “especially since he’s been making it a lot easier,” you gave Bart a wink as he blushed slightly. 

“so unless we actually have to speak to each other on professional terms, don’t bank on me ever contacting any of you again.” 

you grabbed Bart’s hand as Nightwing had walked into the tower and the three of you walked into a solo conference room to actually do what Barry had sent you two for. 

[therenlover]

Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

Hey hey hey! This is the place where you can find all my up-to-date fanfics linked nicely, read about what projects I have upcoming, and learn what requests I’m taking at the moment! Cheers!

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I will do my best to fulfill any requests I get while my ask box/requests are open! That being said, I cannot promise every request will get done, and that if they do, they’ll be done in a timely manner. I’m currently working on a long-form project that needs a lot of time and energy to come out consistently, so unless I’m doing a writing event most of my writing juice will be focused on that. That being said, if you want something ask! The worst I can possibly do is direct you towards someone else who might be able to write what you want if I cant.

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Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

 💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One   Part Two   Part Three   Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

Currently Empty

Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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[buttterknifeee]

How long is forever? - Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

Masterlist

Request: "Hello, May I request an episode insert in the Teen Titans episode 'How Long Is Forever?'"

Summary: Starfire takes a trip to the future... only to find out that you and the other Titans have disbanded. Will she find a way back to the present, or will you live an unfulfilling life forever?? (from S2 EP1)

Pairings: None

Word Count: 3919

A/N: Hey!!! sorry this took a while, it was super hard to write it due to most of it being in Starfire's POV. Most of the episodes in the series are centered around specific titans, so if you have an idea for an Aquagirl centered episode, feel free to send it in!!! (theres also a grand total of one cuss word in there)

Aquagirl’s Room - 2004

“Where is it? Where is it?” you mumble, tearing your room apart. You were looking for one of your CDs that you were in the mood for listening to. You threw your clothes into the air, looked under your bed, and even checked inside of your fish tank, holding the water containing a few tropical fish above you until you gave up. You sighed, finally checking the clock. You realized that you’ve been in your room for an hour and you haven’t even said hello to the other titans. You quickly change into your suit and head to the living room.

You stretched as you walked in. “Hey guys-” you stop in confusion at the scene in front of you. Starfire was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, holding a bunch of necklaces and boxes and babbling something about “Blorthorg”, Beast Boy and Cyborg were brawling for a video game remote, Raven was reading silently and holding up a pair of nail clippers (?) telepathically, and Robin….

Anger bubbles up inside of you as you realize that he was in front of the stereo, blasting music. From your CD. You cross your arms as you march up to the Boy Wonder.

“Hey Rob, whatcha doing with my CD?” You say. “What, was Kelly Clarkson too quiet for you?”

Raven adds, “Yeah Robin, could the music be a little louder? I can still hear myself think.”

He glares at the two of you “I don’t listen- I only turned the music up to DROWN OUT ALL THE YELLING!!” He refers to the two boys. Cyborg now had Beast Boy in a headlock, holding the controller triumphantly.

“Whose turn is it now, tough guy? Whose turn is it now?” Cyborg taunts the green teen.

“Knock it off! I can't work with you two acting like idiots!” Robin yells.

“Work?? The only “work” I see you doing is stealing my stuff!” You snap.

“Great. More yelling will definitely stop the yelling.” Raven says, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

The three of you glared at each other, Cyborg and Beast Boy were still fighting, and one of Starfire’s necklaces broke, its beads tumbling onto the ground.

“STTTOOOOPPPPP!” the alien princess screamed. You stared at her in surprise. She took a deep breath and recomposed herself.

“ Friends must never behave this way, and especially not on Blorthog! Do you wish to invite the Rekmas?” she said.

“Gesundheit?” Beast Boy said, confused by her vocabulary.

“On my world, ‘Rekmas’ means ‘the Drifting.’” she explains. “The point at which close friends begin to drift apart, and their friendship begins to die.” She frowned. You immediately felt bad for all the yelling you did.

“Aw, come on, Starfire.” Cyborg comes to her side.

“We are so not Rek-whatever-ing.” Beast Boy reassures her.

“We're getting on each other's nerves a little. Big deal.” Raven says.

“Fighting’s just a part of life. As long as we resolve it, we’ll be fine.” You say.

“Yeah. This is just typical roommate stuff. We're not going to drift apart, Star. I promise. We'll all be friends forever.” Robin declares

“Forever?” Starfire asks. Before you could answer, Robin’s T-communicator beeped. The communicator was flashing red, and he turned to you and the others.

“Titans! Trouble!” he says. You all rush out of the Tower and into the city.

You find the “trouble” in the Jump City museum. It was a man wearing black and gold armor and a goatee: Warp. He was monologuing to a bunch of guards that he had frozen.

“I didn't journey back in time one hundred years to squabble, I came to steal.” You see him reaching for one of the clocks. “The Clock of Eternity. Valuable in the past, priceless in the future.” Robin steppeds forward, throwing his birdirang to knock Warp’s hand back.

“But for the present...you'll keep your filthy hands off it.” He says, announcing the Titans’ entrance. The man turns to the six of you.

"The Teen Titans. This is a treat. I read all about you in the historical archives. And now, you're all history!” He fires his laser at you all.

“Titans! Go!” Robin yells as you scramble to dodge his rays. He blocks Warp’s rays with his staff, but at the last shot the staff breaks, and he backed up. Starfire blasts her starbolts at him, but the bolts ricochet off of him and hits her, sending her to the ground. You and Beast Boy attack him now, a stream of water lifting you into the air by your feet. You put your hands in front of you and a jet of water blasts out of your hands, heading straight for Warp. He held his hand us as the water made contact with him, and froze the water. The ice traveled up the jet of water and onto your hands, encasing them in the long shard of ice. You fell, the weight of the ice dragging you down. You winced as you saw Beast Boy meet a similar fate, his animal form frozen in ice next to you. You struggled to free your hands as Cyborg and Raven both went down. Robin gives one last attempt to take Warp down, running towards him.

“You cannot defeat Warp. I am from the future.” He says, throwing disks towards Robin. He dove to the side as the projectiles exploded. “And your relics are one hundred years out of date." He grabs the clock and presses a blue lens from his armor. Suddenly, a blinding white portal forms in front of him. Your hands were still stuck so you had to squint.

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

Titan’s Tower-2024

Starfire couldn’t believe what was going on. After tackling Warp, she ripped off the lens on his suit and ended up in Jump City, 20 years into the future. She found Cyborg alone in the rotting Titans Tower, hooked up to a large battery. He explained that the day she left, the Titans fell apart, and disbanded soon after. He told her that the others can help her get back to the present, telling her where to find you, Beast Boy, and Raven.

She found herself at a circus whilst looking for Beast Boy. There in a cage, sat Beast Boy, changing into various animals. She approached the cage as he turned back into his human form. He was now a pudgy old man, with a great deal of hair loss. He looked at her with wide eyes through the bars.

“No way! It's you. But how?” he asked, peering at her with his wrinkled eyes.

“I require your help.” Starfire said.

“What kinda help?” Beast Boy asked.

“The future is not as it should be. We must find Warp. I will free you from this--” Beast Boy stopped Starfire from continuing her sentence.

“This cage isn't to keep me in! It's to keep those maniacs out!” he explained in a panicked tone, referring to a group of kids. “Look. After the Titans broke up, I tried the whole solo-hero thing. Got my butt kicked, a lot. So now, well…”

He turned into a chicken briefly to illustrate his point. “ Besides, I'm in the showbiz now.” Starfire could tell he wasn’t happy with where he was, but there was nothing she could do. She left Beast Boy and went to find Raven.

She found Raven in a room in a broken down building. She was standing in a pure white room, wearing a white cloak to match. Her back was facing Starfire when she arrived.

“Raven?” she squeaked, inching into the room. “Raven, it is Starfire, your friend”

“No such thing.” she groaned, her back still facing Starfire. Starfire’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Please, Raven I-”

“Just another figment. Don’t even look.”

“You must listen! I am here because-” she pleads, but Raven stops her.

“I’m never coming back! Go away!” she yells, Starfire backing up in fear. “It has to go away. Just like before. Just like all the others.” Starfire frowns in realization. She must not think I’m real; she thinks it's all in her head.

“Your mind.” she says softly, approaching the cloaked woman. “Without friends, you must have--” Starfire was about to touch Raven, but her familiar dark shield formed around her. She gasps, then eventually leaves the room in defeat. There was one last person she could try talking to. You.

She walked by the Jump City beach, the same place where you got your powers all those years ago. Suddenly, you rose out of the ocean, the water around you carrying you onto shore. Your face was stuck in a permanent glare, different to your constant smiles as a teen. You were taller, definitely had a few wrinkles, and you were wearing Atlantean clothing. Starfire flinched at your sudden arrival.

“Aquagirl! how-”

“I don’t go by Aquagirl anymore. I am Queen (y/n), ruler of Atlantis. And word gets around when one of your old teammates who had disappeared 20 years ago is roaming Jump City again, even at the bottom of the ocean.” You say coldly, eyeing her as she shrunk at the sight of you.

“What had happened to you, my friend?” she asked.

You sigh, recalling your memories. “After you disappeared and the team disbanded, I vowed to never be as soft and vulnerable as I was then. I moved to Atlantis, and was eventually appointed ruler.”

“Oh my, that sounds terrible!” Starfire exclaimed. “I need your help my friend-”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. It’s not terrible, I am quite fine just the way I am. And we were friends 20 years ago; things have changed.” You turn your back to her. “I must get going; there’s much I need to do.” Starfire stares at you in sadness as you walk back into the ocean, the water swallowing you up and the waves lapping like normal.

Starfire trudges through the snow-covered city, when a laser blast knocks her back. Her eyes raise to meet with Warp’s, his weapon aimed at her.

“What’s the matter, dear? Have I come at a bad time?” he snarls, opening fire once more. She dodges his shots and fires back, but the starbolts simply bounce off his modern armor. She tried to hit him close up but he held up his hand and ice formed around her midair. The large chunk of ice containing Starfire drops and shatters, leaving Starfire on the ground, shivering. She glares at Warp, who now has deeper wrinkles on his face.

“You have become so old,” she notes, still on the ground.

“That's what happens when someone steals my vortex regulator.” he says, holding out his hand. “The regulator, if you please. I really must get back to my future.” She stands up and takes the lens out from her belt. She couldn’t let him leave, especially when she’s stuck in a future like this. She held the disk next to her and warmed up a starbolt, as if to hold it hostage.

“If you ever wish to see your future you will repair the damage you have done to my past!” she yelled, anger bubbling up inside her. The villain laughed.

“Damage? Silly girl. There's nothing wrong with your past. One cannot damage history, because history cannot be changed.” He held up the clock and continued. “I went back in time to steal this because history says it disappeared. And history says it disappeared because I went back to steal it. Past, present, future. It's all written in stone, my dear.”

Starfire stood in disbelief dropping her glowing hand. No… this can't be the future we’re destined to live. Such terrible lives… she thought. Warp walked up to her shocked state and took the lens out of her hand.

“And nothing you do can ever change it.” he scoffed. Warp prepared to blast her when he was knocked into the alleyway by an unknown figure. Starfire snapped back into reality and looked around for you had knocked the villain back. A dark silhouette lept forward and threw Warp against the end wall of the alley. They threw disks at the villain, the area around him exploding. When the smoke cleared, Starfire could see that Warp had used a force field. He released his shield only to be met with the mysterious figure dropping down towards him. He stared straight at Starfire.

“Another time, perhaps.” he said. Before the shadowed person could reached him, he dropped into the ground. The person who had tried to fight him landed right where Warp had been, and as they straightened up, Starfire inched forward to see who it was.

“It’s good to see you again.” the person said. Starfire could recognize that voice from anywhere, and apparently, anytime.

“Robin?” she asked.

“I haven’t used that name in a long time.” he said, finally stepping out of the shadows. He looked nothing like the Boy Wonder she knew. His traffic-light esque uniform was replaced by a black suit with a blue bird on the front. He still wore a mask and he now had long, black hair.

“Call me… Nightwing.”

Starfire found herself in Robin’s (or Nightwing’s) base. She looked at a glass case of his old uniform, a feeling of melancholy washing over her. She was glad that he was ok, but the Robin she once knew was now nothing more than a mannequin display. Nightwing wrapped a blanket around her with a small smile.

Nightwing finally spoke. “So I’ve heard you’ve been looking for help.”

Starfire sighed. “There is nothing you can do. There is nothing anyone can do. The past cannot be repaired, the future cannot be altered, no matter how wrong it seems.”

“So it’s impossible.” Nightwing determined from her rant, walking towards a bunch of computers. “Good. If memory serves, we've done the impossible before.”

Nightwing’s words had surprised Starfire. None of the others had said anything as hopeful since she’d arrived here. A small fire of hope blossomed inside of her.

“I held on to this,” Nightwing says, pressing a button from a device. “...just in case.” Starfire’s eyes widened, realizing that it was a T-communicator. The communicator began to flash red, and to Starfire’s delight, so did her neck piece and wrist guard.

At the bottom of the ocean, you sat on a throne, talking to your advisers. As they left, your seashell necklace began to flash red. You looked at it in surprise, recognizing what it meant: it was an emergency signal that Robin had put in your necklace while you were still in a team. Even after 20 years, he had never used it until now. You began to get up from your throne when a group of your advisors came back, swarming you with scrolls and questions. You sat back down, a bitter feeling in your throat.

Beast Boy’s belt had flashed red whilst he was performing a trick in his animal form. He quickly jumped back into human form. He observed his belt for a moment before stepping back, hanging his head.

Cyborg's robotic eye flashed red as he sat alone in the Titans Tower. He immediately got up and started towards the door, only to be stopped by the wires keeping him alive and stuck inside the tower. He looks back at the power source.

Raven still stands alone in the room, her back facing the door. The brooch of her cloak flashes red, and without looking at it, she covers it with her hand.

Starfire and Nightwing venture to Jump City museum, where they find Warp, fixing his time travel suit. He wields the lens that he took from Starfire to his suit, whilst talking to himself.

“Tick-tock.” he laughs. “Just a few more seconds, and I shall finally--” his sentence was cut off by Nightwing knocking the tool out of his hand, revealing him and Starfire’s position.

“The future will have to wait.” Nightwing says, extending his staff. “You just ran out of time.”

Warp growls and fires laser beams at them, causing them to split up to avoid getting hit. Starfire shoots her starbolts at Warp again, despite them getting deflected by his force field. Nightwing however, jumped down on him again, using his staff to crush one of his lasers. He turns to face Nightwing, but Starfire lands a hit on his back with her starbolt. He tries to laser Starfire but has to dodge Nightwing’s staff attacks that barely strike him. He fights quickly and with fury, eventually knocking Warp flat on his back. The two heroes step close to him to inspect him. But Warp grins, and uses his second laser to blow a hole through the roof, snow and rubble falling onto Starfire.

“Star!” Nightwing yells, but Warp blasts him back with his laser. Warp runs over to the tool he dropped and started repairing his suit again as Nightwing helped Starfire up. Suddenly, he was blasted back by a familiar blue ray. Starfire and Nightwing turn to see Cyborg, his arm cannon smoking, but being able to function without any wires.

“Boo-yah” he says with a grimace.

“Cyborg!” Starfire exclaims, flying over to the half robot. “You are repaired!”

“Glad you could make it,” Nightwing says, joining them.

“Wouldn't have missed it. Now who said y'all could start without me?” Cyborg said as Warp stood back up.

“So sorry,” Warp said, holding up another device. “Perhaps I should finish you first!” Before he could use the device, he was attacked by a green lion, Beast Boy. Warp looked at the lens he was repairing, now crackling with electricity. In anger, he pointed a laser at him, but a jet of water shot up from the floor. You ran into view, a trident now in your hand.

“Heard you guys needed help!” you yell, a hint of a smile peeking out from your stoic face.

Before Warp could fall to the ground again, he is overtaken by magic, and thrown into the side of the wall. Raven materializes, still wearing a white cloak.

“Nobody hurts my friends,” she said, reminiscent of the first time you met her.

“Dude, that is so unfair,” Beast Boy whines, comparing his bald head to Nightwing’s flowing hair. The six Titans turn to see Warp, who has managed to create a wormhole, despite his suit being damaged.

“It seems my time has come,” Warp said, preparing to walk through the wormhole. Nightwing threw a birdarang at Warp, Warp throwing his own disk to intercept it. Starfire watched in awe as the birdirang sliced through Warp’s disk and hit him in the chest, right where the lens sat.

“Uh?! No! NOOOOO!” the six of you watched in horror as Warp regressed in age until he was nothing more than a screaming infant.

“Ok, I am not changing any diapers.” Beast Boy said, staring at the baby.

Cyborg looked at Starfire. “We gotta get you home. Come on!” he pointed at the wormhole, which was shrinking. He took the lens from the suit and put it in his arm cannon. He fired at the wormhole, making it bigger.

“Im redirecting the wormhole.” Cyborg said, turning to Starfire. “Starfire! Go!” She steps towards the portal and looks back at her friends. Their lives seemed so lonely and.. dissatisfying. Is this life they were destined to live?

“Please, must this really be our future?” She asked. The rest of you looked at her silently, sadness in your eyes. “Is there nothing I can do to change it?” Nightwing stepped up and looked directly into her eyes.

“I'm sorry, Star. There isn't time.” Nightwing said. He placed the clock that Warp had stolen in her hand and his other hand on her shoulder. He gives her one last smile before stepping back towards the other Titans, beckoning her to enter the portal. Starfire took a deep breath, and walked into the portal.

Jump City Museum - 2004

“Ta-ta, Titans. I have enjoyed our time together, but I've got a very bright future ahead of me.” He sneers, stepping through the portal. You finally pull your hands out of the chunk of ice just in time to see Starfire slam into Warp, sending the two of them into the portal.

“Starfire!” Robin yells, trying to dive in after her, only for the portal to close and him to fall on the floor. You pull him up from the ground and look around. Starfire was gone.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

Beast Boy stared at the place the portal was. “Um, where did she-?”

Another portal opens with a brilliant flash between Beast Boy and Cyborg. Starfire falls out, curled around an item. You all rushed towards her.

“Dude!”

“Whoa!”

“Star! What happened?” Robin asked as the portal behind her closed.

“History said it disappeared.” Starfire said, straightening and revealing the clock warp had just stolen. “But history was wrong!”

The boys stared at her dumbstruck but you laughed, diving in for a hug.

You stood with the other titans as Starfire recounted her story. You covered your mouth in awe to find out what happened to you and the others in the future.

“Then Nightwing handed me the clock and I entered the vortex.” she finished.

“Woah,” Raven said, shocked by the recount of Starfire’s story.

“Bald?!” Beast Boy yells, grabbing at his hair. “You're telling me I'm going to be bald?!”

“Gosh, Star, all of our lives seem so terrible,” you say, thinking about what Starfire had said about you. You were a queen (which was cool), but you were also a cold hearted bitch (super uncool). You didn’t want that to happen, and more importantly for you to no longer be friends with the other Titans.

“Guess you were right about all that Rekmas stuff,” Cyborg said, slightly concerned.

“I don't want us to drift apart. Does it all have to happen? Isn't there anything we can-” Robin worries out loud, but Starfire stops him.

“Our friendship has already changed Warp's past. I believe it can also change our future.” Starfire says with a smile.

“Yeah I mean, the original reason we “broke up” was because of Starfire disappearing, and since she’s here now, we aren’t breaking up!” You chimed in, grinning at the other Titans.

Raven picks up the broken necklace with her telekinesis, stringing them back together.

“So… is it too late to do this festival-of-friendship thing?” she asks.

Starfire’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, it’s never too late!”

You all put on the bulbous necklaces Starfire brought in the morning.

“HAPPY BORTHOG!!!” Cyborg cheers.

“I thought it was Blort-Hog,” Beast Boy wondered.

“Okay, I feel like a wind-chime.” Raven groans.

“A very cool wind-chime,” you winked.

Starfire put the last necklace on Robin. He raises an eyebrow at her.

“So… Nightwing, huh?” he asked.

“Don’t even think about it bird brain,” you yelled from across the room, causing him to blush. You all burst out into laughter. The tower stayed cheerful the rest of the night.

[shemarmooresfedora]

If the World is Ending, I Want to Fuck You First

Summary: You need to do one last thing during the zombie apocalypse.

Pairing: Kyle Orfman (MGG character in Life After Beth) x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

Content/Warnings: swearing, smut, blowjob, praise kink, sub!kyle, gun violence (used against zombies), vaginal sex, choking, fluffy ending (let me know if i missed anything)

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: okay i know this is a lesser famous mgg character but i beg of you to give this fic a try because i think it’s my best smut yet and i love the ending. you don’t need to have watched the movie to understand (i give a few visuals).

Masterlist

“Open the goddamn door, Jacob,” you pounded on your ex’s door, “I want my shit back.”

A car with sirens pulled up in the driveway. Great, you thought, the cops. But when you turned around, it was just an old tan sedan with ‘Briarwood Security’ written on it.

You turned back around, “Jacob, I know you’re fucking home, you cheating son of a bitch.

“What seems to be the problem here?” a tall, lean man with a slicked back undercut dressed in a beige security uniform approached the front door.

“My cheating ex won’t give me my stuff back,” you continued to pound at the door, “I have a laptop in there!”

He sighed and spoke quietly, “This is technically still trespassing because he didn’t necessarily steal it but let me see what I can do.”

“Jacob Peterson,” he knocked on the door, “This is Briarwood Security. I need you to open the door or I have the clearance to break it down.”

He whispered to you, “I actually don’t,” and you giggled.

Jacob swung open the door with your bag of stuff.

“Take your crap and go,” he shoved the bag into your arms.

“Gladly, asshole,” you checked to make sure everything was in there.

You nodded to the security guard and Jacob slammed the door once again.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asked, noticing your lack of a car.

“I live like a mile away so I just walked here but yeah, if you don’t mind, that would be great,” you accepted.

He opened the trunk for you to put your bag of belongings inside.

“Kyle,” you hummed, looking at his little name tag.

“And you are?”

“Y/N,” you stuck out your hand for him to shake and he accepted it.

“Kyle, I have a proposition for you,” you said as you entered the passenger side of the car.

“Okay…” he looked at you.

“Let me suck your dick.”

Kyle stared straight at you for a minute, not moving.

“Hello?” you asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Sorry, what did you say?” he snapped out of his daze.

“Let me suck your dick,” you repeated, “I don’t want his,” you pointed to Jacob’s door, “to be the last dick I sucked and I want him to see your car still parked out here, knowing exactly what we are doing. Plus, you get an orgasm out of it.”

“I’m on the job,” he tried to resist.

“If you really don’t want to, that’s okay. I’m not trying to pressure you. I just think this could be a mutually beneficial agreement.”

Kyle nodded, putting the car in reverse and starting to back out of the driveway. He made it about halfway before he braked and put the car back in park.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Please,” he begged.

You looked down and as your eyes adjusted to the evening darkness, you could see the obvious bulge strain in his khakis.

You leaned over the center console, untucking his uniform and unbuckling his belt. You slowly unzipped his fly to tease him as he squirmed underneath you.

“Patience, my sweet boy” you hummed and your warm breath fanned out across his dick.

His needy whines were beautiful. You sat back up and removed your shirt, leaving you in just a lacy bralette.

“Please,” he pleaded again.

“Because you asked so nicely,” you leaned back down and licked a long strip up from the base of his dick to the tip, swirling your tongue at the top.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands moving to your hair.

“Hands off,” you ordered and he whined but complied.

You took him in inch by inch. He was certainly the biggest you’ve ever been with. You gagged when he bottomed out in your throat.

You could feel him using all his self-control to restrain his hands to his side.

You bobbed your head up and down, taking up a quick pace. His melodic groans filled the car.

“I’m gonna-” he panted, “Can I please cum?”

“Yes, you’ve been such a good boy for me, baby. Let go. You can touch me now,” you spoke.

His hands moved to your hair just as his hips bucked up, shooting his load into your mouth. You accepted it all with a moan and swallowed.

You took a few more gentle sucks before releasing him from your mouth. As you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, Kyle stared at you adoringly.

“Ummm, thank you? I’m not really sure what to say,” he finally spoke.

“Just drive,” you laughed.

-

You woke up to a loud crashing sound coming from downstairs. You reached for your cell but it was dead even though it was plugged in. The power must have gone out. You grabbed your emergency battery-powered flashlight from underneath your bed and your bottle of pepper spray.

You quietly snuck down the stairs but when you turned the corner, you came face-to-face with your old kindergarten teacher who died a couple of years ago. She was definitely dead but still walking somehow. You screamed as she tried to grab you as you ran for the door.

You burst out of the door to see the street crawling with zombies of dead people you used to know. You ran towards the direction of the police station. You got about a half a mile until the deceased retired high school football coach tackled you to the ground.

You fought and kicked and screamed, trying to avoid him biting you. You thought it was over until you heard the sound of a gunshot and the zombie limply collapsed on top of you. You pushed it off with a yelp.

A hand reached down to help you up, you looked up to see Kyle standing there in a slightly bloody orange jumpsuit.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded slowly.

“We should get off the street but I’ve cleared this whole neighborhood so we should be okay,” he grabbed your hand.

You looked down at your interlocked hands, “I don’t know if it’s just the adrenaline talking but if the world is ending, I want to fuck you first.”

Kyle smiled softly, “It would be a hell of a last memory but I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He pulled you towards his house and jumped the fence to his backyard.

“I don’t think zombies can climb,” he said, looking up at his childhood treehouse.

“This is a first,” you laughed softly as you headed up the ladder with Kyle right behind you.

“I can feel your eyes staring at my ass,” you said as you climbed the ladder.

“It’s right in front of me! Where do you want me to look?” he defended himself.

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing,” you smirked.

Immediately upon crawling into the treehouse, your lips were on his.

“How do you want it, baby?” you whispered into his ear.

“Ride me, please,” he whined.

You put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the wooden floor. You unzipped his jumpsuit hastily, ripping your shirt and shorts off in the process.

You released his dick from the confines of his tight black boxers and stroked it a couple of times.

“You ready?” you asked as you lined yourself up above him.

“Yes,” he nodded enthusiastically.

You sank down on his dick, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. Kyle’s head fell back in pure pleasure.

You wrapped a tentative hand around his neck, only applying more pressure when his moans increased in volume.

His hips were bucking up to meet yours at a ferocious pace.

“Ah fuck! I think I just got a splinter in my ass,” he yelped.

“Shhh baby, you can take it. You’re fucking me so good, my sweet boy,” you continued to ride him and guided his hands up to your boobs.

Kyle groaned at the praise, “I’m close-God, I’m so close.”

“Give me a few more seconds. I know you can, baby,” you frantically rubbed your clit in order to finish with him.

“Okay, fill me up like a good boy,” you whispered into his ear.

Kyle’s hands grappled at your hips as he bucked up into you one last time. As you both came down from your highs, you collapsed on top of him.

The two of you just laid like that for a while. Catching your breath while soaking up the skin-to-skin contact.

“You know I was going to go back to your apartment and ask you on a date? You know…before the whole world went to shit. Besides giving me the best blowjob of my life, you just seemed like a really cool, beautiful girl,” Kyle admitted.

“Too bad you didn’t get the chance, I would have said yes.”

“Can I leave you here for just a second?” he asked quietly.

You hugged him closer, “I would prefer it if you didn’t.”

“Well, I would prefer it if you stayed up here where I know it’s safe. I need to get supplies and I’m armed,” he reasoned with you.

“Promise you’ll come back,” you had tears in your eyes.

“I promise,” he held out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it, both of you kissing your fists.

You and Kyle got redressed and you watched him climb down the ladder and head into his house with his gun fully loaded. And then, you waited. You counted the seconds. You were at 381 when he finally returned.

“Thank god,” you let out a sigh of relief.

He started to unpack the bag he brought with him. He pulled out a blanket and set it on the floor for you both to sit on. Then, pillows. Next, he pulled out leftover cold pizza.

“Ah, gourmet,” you jokingly smiled.

He pulled out red solo cups and placed one in between you both, putting in a rose he plucked from his mom’s rose bush.

Finally, he pulled a very expensive bottle of whiskey from the bag and filled your cups.

“My dad was saving this for a special occasion, I think zombies coming back from the dead and the world ending qualifies,” he grinned.

The world didn’t end. In fact, you were just starting your new life with your future husband.

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[jaesqueso]

requested

pairing: jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff, idol au!

word count: 1,170

warnings: it gets a tiny little bit suggestive in the end

-

You wake up and the first thing you do is check your phone. You palms are already sweaty and your heart beats faster as you anticipate what you’re going to read online. Is everybody bashing you? Do they think you’re using him? Could you be receiving death threats already? The million thoughts in your head disperse as an arm wraps around your waist and a face snuggles on your neck. You take a deep breath and open the web.

“So, what are they saying?” A husky voice comes from behind you.

Silence.

“That bad?” He lifts his head to look at your phone.

“They…” You try to make up a sentence. “They love us!”

“Of course they do, we’re adorable.” Kisses are spread all across your neck and a big smile grows on your face.

⌜BREAKING NEWS⌟

SM confirms relationship between NCT’s Jaehyun and voice actress Y/N

Earlier this week Dispatch released pictures from an alleged date between the NCT singer and the actress. Netizens were quick to comment trying to understand if the two were in a relationship. This morning SM Entertainment, home agency for both artists, confirmed the two had gotten close and ultimately engaged in a romantic relationship. The company supports both artists and hopes fans will be supportive too. No statements have been made by either Jaehyun or Y/N.

Comment (99+):

At first I was sad Jaehyun had a girlfriend, but they look so cute together T_T

Ah~ they make such an adorable couple~

Both of them are amazing artists, I’m glad they found love on each other!

Am I the only one who wants to see more of them? SM please let them work together~

Jaehyun has been acting lately, should we wait to see them on screen? <3

Please let’s support this new power couple!!!

(…)

You and Jaehyun met at a company event two years ago and since he had been interested in starting his acting career you two talked all night even exchanging phone numbers. In the following weeks you got closer, not only talking about work but also getting to know each other, and eventually love started to blossom.

In the beginning you tried to be as discreet as possible, not even the other NCT members knew. That worked out for the first few months but eventually they all found out promising to keep it a secret as they’re very supportive of the relationship.

As for the company, some people were suspicious but had no proof until Dispatch decided you two would be the new couple revealed in their famous New Year’s tradition. Of course you two were automatically called to discuss the matter and SM decided it would be better to go ahead and confirm the rumours.

Both you and Jaehyun were nervous about the public’s reaction, although he kept saying no matter what the netizens say he will always love you and stay by your side and when you look into his eyes you know that’s true.

And now reading the (mainly) positive comments you two couldn’t be happier.

You then get a call from your manager to attend a meeting and Jaehyun gets the same from his own manager. You too get ready but decide to go separately, still uneasy about the relationship being public now.

“Y/N, Jaehyun, please sit.”

You two sit down looking around the room and feeling nervous about what’s going to be discussed.

“We have been tracking the online reaction to the news of your relationship and you have most people on your side!”

You and Jaehyun exchange looks adorned with shy smiles.

“And reading some of them closely, a lot of people are eager to see you together on screen.”

You two widen your eyes not expecting that opinion.

“Jaehyun, as you know we are preparing your solo debut and you will shoot the music video soon.”

He hesitantly nods not really understanding what that has to do with the current situation.

“Y/N, we know you have been focusing on voice acting but how would you feel about staring in Jaehyun’s music video?”

You almost choke at the unexpected offer.

They give you two sometime to talk about it and ultimately you decide to accept the offer as it will be just a few scenes.

On the day of the shooting your knees are shaking as you enter the set. Jaehyun was already working and you are left in awe at how good he looks performing the choreography as water drips down on him making the thin clothes he’s wearing stick to his incredible body… You shake the vision off your head and walk to hair and make up.

You gasp as they show you the outfit you’ll be wearing for the scene. It’s a form fitting dress and considering the guidelines they provided you suddenly feel shy that you’ll be so close to Jaehyun dressed like that.

You walk out of the dressing room and notice your boyfriend checking some footage with the music video director. You notice he already changed clothes ready to shoot the next scene. Once he notices you his jaw drops. He excuses himself from the director and walks towards you.

“Y/N… You look incredible…” He takes your hand spinning you around to get a good look at all of you.

“Jaehyun, stop.” You murmur already feeling your cheeks burning up.

“Ok, let’s start!” The director announces and everybody goes to their place.

The scenes consist in you two dancing in the club in the middle of the crowd, then the rest of the people will disappear and you’ll dance your way towards each other but once you’re close you’ll runaway from the dance floor and Jaehyun will chase you into the hall, holding you as he sings into your ear.

Everything was going great until you’re pressed against the fake set wall, his body way to close to yours, his hand griping tightly on your waist and his hot breath against your ear as he whispered his seductive lyrics. You feel shy again remembering everybody around watching you two.

“Cut! Let’s do it again from the top!” The director shouts and then turns to you. “Y/N, you are a bit tense, could you make it more relaxed and natural please?”

You gulp and nod at the instructions. As you and Jaehyun walk back to the initial spot, he comes close and whispers in your ear.

“Why are you so shy baby? It’s not like I’ve never pressed you against a wall before.”

You widen your eyes and lightly hit his arm.

“Jaehyun, don’t say those things here.” You murmur looking around to see if anyone might have heard him.

“Ok, I’ll stop… For now. Later tonight, when I press you against your apartment’s wall, I want the whole building to know my name.”

He winks with a grin as you are left all hot and bothered anticipating what’ll happen later. How the hell are you supposed to nail this scene now?

[afeb]

Draco Malfoy - Ravishing

I walked out the Yule Ball early, a sickening feeling growing in my stomach as couples began to slow dance. It simply reminded I’d come here solo off the back of Hermiones advice: fat lot of good that was.

I wandered the empty halls of the castle, taking my heels off and walking bare foot. I watched as Draco, also alone, turned the corner ahead of me. I decided to follow him, having nothing better to do. I turned the same corner and frowned as he seemed to have disappeared.

“Follow me, Y/L/N?” I jumped as I peered behind a large black curtain, seeing Draco sat on a stone bench by himself.

I moved to sit across from him. “Better than being at that ball.” I sighed. “Where’s Pan?”

He shrugged. “Went off with some Slytherin.” He bitterly said. “Where was your date?”

“Didn’t have one.”

He scoffed and smirked. “Really?”

I frowned and folded my arms. “What’s so funny about that?”

He raised his hands. “Not funny, I’m just surprised.” He defended.

“Oh...” I sighed. “Well, thanks I guess.”

He leant back a little as his eyes trailed over me. “So what’s your ancestry?” He asked.

I frowned. “Why does that matter?”

He shrugged. “Just wondering.” He drawled out, when I didn’t reply he asked again.

“Just...witches and wizards, like everyone else.” I vaguely replied.

“So no muggles?” I shook my head. “So you’re a pure-blood?”

I scrunched my nose. “Don’t use that word.”

“What, muggles?” He smirked.

“No.” I snapped. “The P-Word.”

“Pure-blood.” He said loudly. I simply glared at him. “You know, you and I should really stick together.”

“And why’s that?” I asked.

“There aren’t many pure-blood families around anymore, everyone these days has some muggle in them.” He bitterly said. “How come I never knew? My family knows all pure-bloods.”

I stood and went to leave, finished with this conversation but Draco followed me. “My family aren’t like yours, we aren’t proud of our heritage.” I shortly said, heading towards the Ravenclaw home room.

Draco shoved his hands in his pockets. “They should be.” He said. “So you keep it a secret then?”

“As best I can.” I said as we stood outside the Ravenclaw painting.

He gazed at the portrait. “You’re not in Slytherin?” He asked.

I scoffed. “God no.”

He looked mildly offended before a smirked graced his face. “Well, I’ll leave you alone then.” He leant a little closer. “You look ravishing tonight by the way.”

Before I could respond Draco turned and cockily strolled away.

***

“I’m home!” I called into the house as I dumped my suitcase on the floor. “Hello?”

I walked into the kitchen where my mother and father were deep in conversation. “Ah, just the girl I wanted to see.” My father smiled as he enveloped me in a hug.

I chuckled and squeezed him tight. “What were you guys talking about?” I asked as I hugged my mother.

“This.” She handed me a letter.

Dear the Y/L/N Family,

You are cordially invited to the Malfoy Mannor for lunch on the 20th of December.

Please RSVP before attending.

Yours sincerely,

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy

I frowned down at it. “Well obviously we aren’t going.” My mother and father shared a look. “You aren’t seriously thinking about going.”

My mother stood by my side. “Your father seems to think he can convert them to our way.” She sighed. “I don’t.”

My father looked at both of us. “Look, we made a decision to incorporate the muggles way into our life, we said Y/N could see muggles if she wished. If our family can do it, maybe they can too.”

“Do you know anything about the Malfoys?” I asked. “They’re vile people.”

My father looked sternly at us both. “We’re going, end of.”

Both mine and my mothers mouths dropped. “I’m not being nice.” I said.

My father smiled and kissed my forehead. “I don’t want you to be.” He smirked before leaving the room.

***

Our carriage pulled up to the Malfoy Mannor, the family patiently stood on their doorstep. I rolled my eyes and looked over at my mother, who was doing exactly the same thing.

“If for nothing else, enjoy the food.” My father winced before opening the door and helping us out.

“Mr. Y/L/N,” Lucius opened his arms. “A pleasure to meet you!”

“And you.” My father curtly said.

They shook hands before the attention turned to my mother and I. “Are these beautiful ladies with you?” I wanted to gag.

“Yes, this is my wife, Y/M/N, and this is my daughter, Y/N.” I didn’t take the hand that was offered to me.

“Pleasure.” I shorty said, my eyes flicking to Draco as he held back a smirk.

“Please, come in.”

You wouldn’t believe Christmas was in five days. The house was dark and cold, no decorations what so ever apart from a feeble Christmas tree in their large living room. It was far too big and grandiose, it was cocky.

We were all soon seated around the table, an excessive amount of food laid out on the table. The servants placed napkins on our laps.

“Thank you.” I smiled brightly at the older lady.

“We don’t thank the help.” Lucius politely said.

“I do.” I innocently smiled back.

I saw Lucius fists ball for a second before he tightly smiled. I didn’t have too much food, more so pushed it around my plate to appear as though I was eating. My father and Lucius spoke about everything from politics to Hogwarts. Nacissa attempted to speak to my mother, but much like me my mother either ignored her or didn’t make an effort in the conversation.

Thankfully Draco didn’t speak to me, simply stared into space. “Draco,” his father said. “Why don’t you show the lovely Y/N around our house whilst we discuss other matters.”

“Yes father.” Draco said before standing, beckoning me after him.

I looked towards my mother who smiled encouraging, her eyes telling me to convince Draco of our ways. My father smiled brightly as I left the room, Draco leaning against the wall in the hallway. He perked up when he saw me.

“The lovely Y/N.” He mocked, offering me his elbow to hold.

I slapped him away. “Get on with it then.” I grumbled.

We didn’t speak as we wandered the house, ending up in the library upstairs. I gazed around the books as Draco watched me closely.

“You like reading?” He asked.

“Oh yes,” I sighed. “I love books. Any type, it doesn’t matter to me.” I turned to smile at him.

He stood and approached me, I grew a little uncomfortable as he reached over from behind me, his chest brushing my back. “This is my favourite.”

He pulled a small book from the shelf. “Tales of Beedle and the Bard.” I smiled. “My mother always read this to me.”

Draco smiled down at me. “I had a Nanny growing up and she always read me stories.”

We gazed at each other for a moment. “No muggle books, I see.” I noted, stepping away and looking out the window.

Draco scoffed. “Why an earth would we have those?”

I shrugged. “Some of them are good.” I defended, opening the small book in my hand and reading over it. “There’s an author called Terry Pratchet and he comes up with the most amazing stor-“

“I don’t care.” Draco snapped. “Whatever it is, it’s terrible. Everything they do is terrible.”

“And everything you do is so great?” I snapped, slamming the book down.

“All those muggles do is start wars and mate, they’re hardly intelligent creatures.” He sneered as he stepped towards me.

I scoffed. “What about the war You-Know-Who is starting, and how do you think you were born?”

He peered down at me. “At least our mating is clean and right, they’re just like animals.”

Our faces were close together. “I’d happily mate with them.”

Suddenly Draco grabbed my jaw and pressed me against the tall window. “Don’t say that.” He snapped. “Someone as pure as you shouldn’t even consider mating with such filth.”

My small hand tried to pry him away, but he was too strong. “Why does that bother you? Hm?” I glared.

His eyes flicked down to my lips. “Because I want to fuck you.”

Before I could utter a word his lips were harshly pressed to mine, body rubbing against me. I attempted to push him away but Draco stayed put. He was good, too good. I slowly ran my hands through his hair, his evil smirk forming against my lips.

“Knew you wanted me.” He jeered, lips pressing down my neck. “You’ve always wanted me.”

I gasped as he bit my neck, sucking the sensitive flesh. “Draco.” I breathed out, rolling my hips up against his.

“Want it, little girl?” He taunted. He quickly spun me around, hand immediately palming my behind. “You can have it.”

His hands went to the hem of my skirt, pulling it up and over my ass and groaning as he saw my green underwear. “Like you knew I was going to fuck you.” He sighed before moving my underwear to the side and sinking his fingers into me. “So wet.”

I moaned deeply and pawed behind me, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. His fingers came to my mouth as I tasted myself from him. “Taste that? So sweet I could drizzle you on my breakfast.” Draco breathed.

He quickly pulled himself out, easing his tip into me before harshly grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. “You always wanted this, didn’t you?” He moaned into my ear. “Wanted my cum inside you, no one else’s.”

“Yes.” I agreed, throwing my head back against his shoulder as he kissed over my neck.

“No muggle could make you feel this good.” He promised. “No muggle could make you cum on his cock the way I do.”

“No, only you.” I agreed, my hand gripping his hair tightly as he moaned again.

“Fuck, I wanna see you filled with my cum.” He confessed. “I wanna see you carrying my child, knowing that it was my clean cum that got you pregnant.”

“Ah, fuck!” I wailed out, jumping as his hand came to cover my mouth.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Your daddy has high hopes of you fucking some muggle, how disappointed he’d be knowing his little girl is getting pregnant from me.” He sneered.

I moaned into his hand. His arm circled around and began to rub small but harsh circles into my clit, groaning as I clenched around him. “You gonna come, Sweet Thing?”

I nodded frantically. “Good, cum for me.” My moans were muffled by his hand as I clamped around him, my pussy spasming as he forced an orgasm from me.

His hand dropped from my mouth as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling my body flush against his. “Cum inside me.” I whined out. “Please.”

“Fucking hell, gonna paint your womb with my cum.” He promised as his hips stilled and hot ropes of cum came inside me. “Fuck.” He leant against me, kissing over my cheek and neck.

He pulled out, watching as the cum leaked from me. He sighed and pulled my skirt down, turning me around. His hand softly cupped my face as he leant in and sweetly kissed me.

“Don’t clean yourself up,” he smirked. “I want to know you’re walking around with my cum inside you.”

I bit my lip and nodded. “We should get back.”

His hand gripped mine as he led the way back to the dining room, letting go of me once he heard our fathers yelling at each other. We entered the room and my mother quickly pulled me away from Draco.

“Y/N, thank god, we’re leaving.” She spat at Narcissa.

“And another thing, language like mudblood and pure-blood are so outed it’s laughable!” My father yelled.

“At least I don’t want my off-spring mating with dirty genes.” Lucius snapped.

“The only dirty genes are yours.” My father retorted. “Thank you for dinner, the chicken was overcooked.”

My father grabbed mine and my mother’s hand, pulling us past Draco who simply smirked and winked at me.

Once in the carriage my father ranted and raved about the idiocy he’d just been in the presence of, my mother quickly making her distain for them known.

“What about the boy?” My father asked. “Was he any better?”

I shook my head. “Baffoon.” I said.

That wasn’t totally true.