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Jerk - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Perv!Rafe x Sbf!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 Warnings (contains spoilers): Rafe jacking off while the reader sleeps, cum play includes reader, language, non-consensual touching, idk pervert things

📖 based off an ask: Perv rafe jerking off while reader sleeps 🥺

✨ “Hey, sweetheart. Long time no see,” I smile, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment as my voice cracks with nervousness. The boys fight their laughter, giving me obnoxious looks, tormenting me further.✨

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Rafe’s POV:

You’re going to kill me, sweetheart. I watch as she saunters into the kitchen in her pink silky pajamas with low-cut sides and high-cut bottoms. The curve of her breast peeks through the side. She reaches up high, grabbing a glass, causing the silk to slip up. Just a taste.

Fuck me.

I can feel myself aching for her. She draws the handle up, filling her glass with water. Her lips look delicious, pink, and pouty. I can’t help but fantasize about how they’d look wrapped around my cock, drool seeping from her lips as she deepthroats my dick. Her eyes flash to mine; I quickly look away, running my fingers through my hair, returning my focus to the boys.

“Welcome back, Cameron,” Topper teases before finishing off his beer. Kelce snickers and shakes his head piling on.

“Fuck off,” I mumble as I crack open a beer for myself, watching her out of the corner of my eye as she makes herself a little snack.

“Yo, stalker. A simple ‘hello’ might work better,” Kelce mocks.

“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt, hurling a throw pillow at him, spilling his beer on his chest.

Kelce looks over my shoulder, smiling as he blots the liquid off his polo meaning only one thing… she’s behind me. Is she going to sit down with me? I scoot over slightly on the couch, giving her space just in case. She looks down at me, smiling as she steps even closer. “Hey, Rafey.”

“Hey, sweetheart. Long time no see,” I smile, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment as my voice cracks with nervousness. The boys fight their laughter, giving me obnoxious looks, tormenting me further.

“It’s been so long. It’s good to see you,” she coos.

“Good to see you,” I return, leveling my voice with a smoother delivery. Thank fuckin’ god. “So, what’s up? You come out here to hang out with me or…”

“Oh… umm. Sarah and I are just watchin’ a movie. I needed my charger ‘cause my phone’s gonna die. It’s in my purse.”

“Oh yeah? You need my help finding it?” I ask.

“Well… You’re sitting on it I think?” She gestures to my spot on the couch with a soft, sweet smile, making me bloom with humiliation yet again. Why would she hang out with me when she’s here with Sarah? Stop bein’ a fuckin’ idiot.

The guys can’t contain their laughter anymore, looking at me with exaggerated pity as I stand up, holding the pillow that was covers my hard-on from watching her get water alone. Kelce wheezes with laughter, catching my cover-up. I mouth to the boys to ‘shut the fuck up’, the crazed look in my eyes quieting them quick.

“Sorry about your purse,” I sigh.

“Oh. It’s all good, Rafey,” she smiles as she snags her bag. “It’s nice seeing you. We should catch up or something,” she bubbles, stepping closer for a hug. I give her a half-hug, unable to fully commit in my current state. Fuck she smells so damn good. My palm caresses the curve of her lower back making my cock press even rougher against my zipper. I look down at her in my arms, revving myself up again as I get a look straight down her slinky little tank top, the perfect view of her half-hidden tits. I swear to god I could cum untouched.

Fuck I need her.

She has always been pretty; her image has been seared into my mind since the first time I saw her, and I swear she gets even prettier every time. Even her voice is sexy. I can’t imagine what she sounds like when she speaks that filthy shit I dream she says. I want to make her cum more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire fuckin’ life… I want to listen to her scream my name, moan it, chant it like a fuckin’ prayer. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. I’ve replayed that interaction in the living room all night since she left me. I can’t stop.

I had to kick the boys out early. It wasn’t enough to browse her IG; I needed to study it with my fist wrapped around my dick. I scrolled through her feed, each picture sending me further and further into the depths of my lust. She was only a few doors down, driving me insane. I cleaned up the mess on my phone, dick still hard in my hand like I had done nothing at all.

I needed the real thing.

A delicate light illuminates her skin; that silky tank top lying disheveled now, leaving hardly anything to my imagination, which up to this point has not done her justice. Clearly. She’s flawless. Her hair spills across the pillow, her pouty lips juicy, beautiful eyes shut tightly. Her chest gently rises and falls as she breathes rhythmically, hypnotic motion, so soothing to watch. I want to reach out and touch her wet pussy. Circle her pretty little clit and watch her breathing quicken.

The room is pretty loud still, the steady drone of the ceiling fan, and an old rerun of a reality show playing on the TV. The buzz fills the silence, just enough noise to cover the squelching of my hand pumping my cock through a mess of lube. What I wouldn’t do to have it be her slick, wet cunt bouncing on top of me.

I wrap both hands around my dick, pulling to the tip, biting my lip holding back my moans. My eyes roll to the back of my skull. I fight them open, not wanting to miss the chance to stroke myself this close to her. “Fuckkk princess,” I groan, moving my hands counterclockwise, rubbing my thumb over my tip, catching the precum leaking out. “Mmm… just like that, pretty. So, so fucking wet. Does that feel good?“ I breathe.

She lets out a little breath, knitting her brows cutely. She adjusts slightly, giving me a full view of her breast as one spills out. Without thinking I reach out, dusting the pad of my finger across her nipple, watching as it harden under my touch. She whimpers, goosebumps spreading across her bare arm. I do it again, circling softly this time, making her moan. Holy fucking shit.

I begin thrusting up into my fist, gripping my length, holding back every primal urge to wake her and beg for what I need. What do I need? I’ve only thought about it a million times over. My dick in her pussy. My hands on her throat. My cum flowing out of her tight hole just so I can stuff that shit back in. Fuck I want it all.

My thighs start to quake, cock throbbing, muscles clenching tight. ”I’m almost there...“ I grunt. ”Oh, f-fuck… Ugh… Mmm...“ I look down, watching as my climax spurts and spills onto my fist, pooling around her lace panties I stole when I snuck in. I finish myself off slowly, exhaling sharply as I milk out the last bits of my cum.

I lean over, kissing her forehead and then her lips gently as I slip the panties off my softening dick. I breathe a sigh of relief, finally feeling a release. She’s all I needed. I slide her used panties into my pocket, messy with my cum, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m in heaven. I wanna know what we taste like together. Round three bitch.

I swirl my fingers through what little bit of my cum remains, smudging it along her plump bottom lip. She licks it clean and I swear I can see the corner of her lips curl into a slight smile.

Dirty girl.

[manikas-whims]

Happy Diwali 🎇 and thanks for all the nice headcanons about lads

can i please please request some Diwali headcanons with lads boys pretty plase 🥹 lov u

Happy Diwali to you too anon 🥰

tho i’m kinda busy at home, i’ll write a few HCs for you ♡

Celebrating Diwali with LADS Men

some love and deepspace x Desi! Reader headcanons

Cleaning and Decorations with Xavier

-> Cleaning up the house during Diwali signifies letting go of the old (past) and bringing in/welcoming the new. Whereas decorative lights represent the triumph of light over darkness; victory of good over evil.

You tell Xavier about this desi tradition and the next morning he's at your door at 7 am sharp with all the cleaning supplies. He helps you clean up, declutter and even get rid of certain things you don't need anymore but keep hoarding for no reason 😭

Xavier will also love joining you in crafting lanterns, as well as buying decorative items because he gets to spend more time with you 🥺. He'll help you hang the decorative pieces at all the high places, and definitely enjoy setting up all the lights ✨. IT'S HIS FAVORITE PART ABOUT THIS FESTIVAL. He'll help place the diyas (🪔) all over the house.

Shopping with Sylus

-> Shopping for new items such as furnishings and such is a way to bring in the new things into your lives. It's also believed that buying gold or silver during Diwali is auspicious and brings in wealth and prosperity to a family.

Sylus learns about this custom and the next day, he's outside your apartment with his sportscar, inviting you to a shopping date with him. Will definitely spoil you and buy loads of gold and silver jewellery for you cause he can 😌

Will also buy you furnishings way too lavish for your liking, saying shit like “the couch in your living room is too shabby, sweetie.” May or may not ask Luke and Keiran to help replace and redecorate all the furniture in your house 😭

Making candles and sweet dishes with Zayne

-> Many people buy but many others also make their own candles and diyas (🪔) at home to decorate the house. We also make sweet dishes which vary accordingly with every region of India.

Zayne is a calm and patient person. So who better to invite for making candles and sweets than him? He'll be a very patient learner. He'll love this activity so much, mostly cause he'll get to see your cute, annoyed expressions. And his candles will definitely look better than your crooked ones 😭

ZAYNE LOVES SWEETS! He'll be kinda excited to try the Desi delicacies. He'd probably enjoy Gulab Jamun the most! And Rasmalai 😋. He may not like kaju katli or soan papri as much but he'll appreciate them all the same. Oh and he will surely like boondi ke laddu.

Rangoli and Mehendi with Rafayel

-> We make Rangolis during Diwali to welcome the Goddess Lakshmi, goddess of wealth and prosperity. It is believed that deities like houses with beautiful rangoli. Rangolis also represent the people’s joy as well as the triumph of good over evil. Whereas Mehendi (or henna art) is a tradition mostly performed by women. We love covering our hands in beautiful henna art 😍

Rafayel is an artist so of course he's gonna be most excited to indulge in the Rangoli making. His designs are gonna be the prettier than yours. He doesn't even bother looking up the simple rangoli designs on the internet. He'll directly create his own authentic and complex designs all over your house.

And he'd love Mehendi (henna art). He'd quickly learn the process of making mehendi at home. And then he'll get down to making beautiful patterns on your hands. Will definitely add lots of water symbolic designs as well as hide his name in the design 🤭 (eh-hem hiding each-other’s names in mehendi art is a hindu wedding tradition for bride and groom)

Miscellaneous HCs

♡ All of them will sincerely sit throughout the praying session. They'll help perform all the rituals.

♡ All of them will gawk at you in your pretty lehengas and sarees and kurtis and other traditional outfits you choose to wear 😊. They'll shower you with loads of compliments. Will definitely try out desi outfits for men if you ask them.

♡ They'll love trying out all the desi dishes you prepared.

♡ Xavier and Zayne will enjoy all the card games and will definitely keep beating your ass 😭

♡ They'll say no to fire crackers cause they cause pollution. Celebrate a Green Diwali y'all 😊🫶

WISHING YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY DIWALI 🪔

» MASTERLIST «

[smol-eepy-femboy]

(Reminder: I do NOT have a feminization kink! I just like dressing up and feeling pretty. While I do like submitting to someone and letting them dress me up, I do NOT like being humiliated about it. THIS IS A COPING MECHANISM FOR ME AND I JUST WANNA BE A PRINCESS SOMETIMES🥺)

I finally open up to you about my feminine side, about how I like dressing up girly because it makes me feel better about how I look. I’m not sure if you like this side of me, but little do I know you desperately want to show off your pretty boyfriend in an outfit you just bought for me. You tell me we’re going out, but don’t go into details except for “I need to help you get ready.” You start off by shaving off all my body hair until my skin is smooth. Then you lay out the feminine outfit you want me to wear. I blush as I see how feminine it is. It’s a decently short skirt, thigh highs, and your crop top hoodie. I stand there staring at the outfit, feeling my cheeks grow a darker shade of red. “This is the outfit you wanted me to wear?” I question as I feel myself grow increasingly anxious knowing I’d be going out in public. “Well…how else am I supposed to show off my pretty boy?” You smirk at me imagining how perfect the outfit would look on me. “Go on darling, mommy wants to see how gorgeous my princess looks in their new outfit!” I internally melt as I hear that name, and I quickly begin putting on the outfit, not wanting to disappoint you. As I start putting on the skirt, you stop me. “Hold on beautiful, I forgot something.” I feel my heart flutter as I wonder to myself what the last item could be. You then return, another smirk on your face as you approach me. You admire my freshly shaven body as I’m standing there in just my boxers. You then hand me another bag from the store, “Sorry baby, but those boxers won’t do, they’ll peek out under your skirt and it will ruin the outfit.” I frown as I open up the bag and pull out a pair of…panties. You look down at me seeing my eyes widen, my face now completely red. “Come on babe, put them on for me, you wanna be a good princess right?” “Y-yes mommy,” I stutter. I put on the rest of the outfit and turn back around to see you blush a little bit, your eyes sparkling as you coo at me about how cute I look. “There’s my gorgeous boy, so so pretty aren’t you? Now it’s time to do your nails and makeup!” I get more nervous but it makes me smile seeing how excited you are. You do my nails and some simple makeup and have me stand in the mirror to see how I look. My mouth drops open as I gasp. I look…prettier?! I feel my eyes tear up as I actually start admiring how I look but…I feel so guilty. “I look ridiculous” I say as I try to fight back tears, “why am I like this?” You wrap your arms around me and kiss my forehead. “Baby, you aren’t ridiculous, if this helps you feel more positive about your body, then so be it! I actually really love this about you, I’m happy that you get to be both my prince and my princess.” You lift my chin and wipe the tears from my eyes. “You’re perfect the way you are, I love you beautiful.” “I love you too mommy, but no one will be as perfect as you,” I reply as I admire the goddess standing in front of me. “Come on baby, let’s go get some food, I wanna show off my gorgeous princess….”

SORRY I KNOW THIS ONES LONG MY MIND JUST KEPT THINKING OF MORE🥹

PART 2 MAYBE???

[ava-the-cosmic-writer101]

┃Deadpool & Wolverine vs. The Boys┃

parings: various actors' x teen!actress!fem!reader

warnings: none, fluff :)

summary: y/n l/n attends the premiere of 'deadpool and wolverine' & san diego: comic con!!

✧.* author's note: head to my blog to view my masterlist of my fics and also upcoming work :)) - ava ❤ *.✧

(gwendolyn or gwen is the name of y/n's character, 'mindstorm' is her other alias)

face claim: dafne keen

// SLIGHT-ISH SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR OF 'THE BOYS' & DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED //

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(yourusername) what a night! and what a movie (i promise i'm not biased). these three gentlemen are about to blow your minds!! ❤️💛@deadpoolmovie

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thehughjackman nice to see ya again tonight, kiddo! had a blast ❤️

(y/n)fan1 17 years old and already a legend ❤️‍🔥

(y/n)fan2 this is my girlfriend guys- i just wanted you to know she is my girlfriend- and i am proud of my girlfriend

vancityreynolds 3 of the most amazing, considerate, and loving people i've ever known, and then there's hugh

(y/n)fan1 LMAOOO

thehughjackman i'm telling blake 😠

(y/n)fan3 NOT RYAN BEING UNRESPONSIVE

(y/n)fan4 MOTHER

(y/n)fan5 MOTHER IS MOTHERING

karlurban lets.fucking.go ❤️👊💛

karenfukuhara so excited to go see it!! you look amazing my love 💞

toni.starr YOU BETRAYED US

(yourusername) AND I KNOW THAT YOU'LL NEVER FEEL SORRY

(y/n)fan2 FOR THE WAY I HURT

(yourusername) i have the best fucking fans 💀

blakelively MY UNOFFICAL FIFTH CHILD 😍😍

(yourusername) I LOVE YOU MOMMA 💗

(y/n)fan6 AHHH THEY ARE SO CUTE 😭😭😭

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(yourusername) 'deapool and wolverine' is OUT NOW ❤️💛 !! i was so happy to be able to work with hughie (aka: @thehughjackman) again after six long years! thank you to this amazing cast and crew for every ounce of support you have given me while working on this outstanding, thrilling project! NOW, get your lazy assess up and go have a great fucking time at the theaters while watching @deadpoolmovie 🎥🍿🎬

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thehughjackman the pleasure was all mine, kiddo! it was so much fun being able to work with you again, especially as wolvie 😂😂

(yourusername) LOVE YA POPS 💟💟

slecydirect LFG!!! ❤️⚔💛

(y/n)fan7 WE KNEW YOU WERE PULLING AN "ANDREW GARFIELD" 😭😭 we are glad you are back :)

(y/n)fan8 I ACTUALLY CRIED TEARS OF JOY WHEN I SAW YOUU ON SCREEN EVEN THOUGH I KNEW YOU WERE COMING 😭

(y/n)fan1 x-23 movie?? CALL MARVEL RIGHT NOW 📞📞

jensenackles kid, what did we talk about? you can't just leave us like that and join marvel without a good-bye 🙄

(yourusername) sorry jen, but i got to meet captain america 🥺

jensenackles *plays ✨ 'my tears ricochet' ✨*

(y/n)fan9 HAHAHAHA NOT THE TAYLOR REFRENCE 💀

(y/n)fan4 DUDE THEY BETTER HAVE SOME SCENES TOGETHER IN S5 😭😭

erinelairmoriarty first off, congrats sweetness ❤️💛!! second, HOW THE HECK TO DO YOU PRETTIER EVERYTIME I SEE YOU?!?! we have to set something up soon, my love 😍

(yourusername) THANK YOU DARLING 💟 AND YES we will set something up. very soon.💛

(y/n)fan10 MAN I NEED A FRIENDSHIP LIKE THEIRS ASAP 💀

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(yourusername) thank you for your warm welcome comic con!! being able to watch the movie with you guys was so special! but now i gotta go show my love to my other very special project who is here at this convention 🤯 🤯 so for now, LFG!!! ❤️⚔💛

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(y/n)fan11 OH MY GOD- WAIT- TIME OUT- IS SHE TALKING ABOUT ‘THE BOYS’?!?

jessietusher OH YEAH!! LFG! ❤️💛

karlurban 👀👀

(y/n)fan8 WAIT WHAT- GUYS IT’S HAPPENING

(y/n)fan12 I WILL GET YOU THAT NECKLACE, I GOT YOU BABYGIRL!! 😏

jack_quaid YOU PLAYED THE WHOLE MOVIE?!? WITHOUT ME?!? 😡😡

(yourusername) I HAD NO CONTROL IM SORRY 😔

(y/n)fan9 I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL JACK 🥺 GETTING INTO HALL H IS SO DIFFICULT 😭😭

toni.starr congratulations, honey!! but don’t you ever forget to come back home for some REAL SUPERHEROES 😂❤️💛

(yourusername) SHHHHH!!! 🤫🤫

(y/n)fan2 WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?

(y/n)fan13 NEW GWEN CONTENT?!? SIGN ME UP ✍️

vancityreynolds WHY WAS THOR CRYING??! 😰😰

(yourusername) i wish i knew, marvel jesus 😔

(y/n)fan5 AHH I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH 😭

lazofficial congratulations, y/n!! ❤️💛

tomercapone congrats, ma poupée!! so excited to go see it with karen later this weekend :) NOW COME GIVE US SOME LOVE TOO 🥺

[ma poupée = my doll]

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(yourusername) OH WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK BABY!! 💪💪 i'm so happy to be back with these crazy motherfuckers 😭 it is never a dull moment when hanging out with these guys! i'm so grateful to be back, playing gwendolyn blake is always so much fun (especially when she is such a badass 🙂). season five is going to be phenomenal and i can't wait to begin working with these silly guys again- peace out goofballs 🖖 @theboystv_ @primevideo_

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vancityreynolds SOMEWHERE IN THE HAZE GOT A SENSE I'D BEEN BETRAYED 😒

(yourusername) IM SORRY MJ 🙏🙏 but i must retire my marvel gig :(

(y/n)fan14 i love how y/n's nickname for ryan is 'marvel jesus' (also- love him for that lovely taylor reference)💀

karenfukuhara YESSS I'VE MISSED MY BEST FRIEND SO MUCH 💕

(yourusername) I'M MISSED MY BESTIE SO FREAKIN' MUCH 💋

(y/n)fan2 UGHHH WHY CAN'T I HAVE A FRIENDSHIP LIKE THAT 😭 😭

karlurban good to have you back, kid 👏👏

(yourusername) awww, missed you too karli 😉🤍🤍

toni.starr i see your back from earth-616 😯. it was nice to see ya again, honey 💜💜

(yourusername) ah yes, it was a very weird vacation 🤨 but it is good to back, ant :) 💛💛

jensenackles oh my gosh, that's me ☝!!

(yourusername) oh sorry, i meant to cut you out 🙂

jensenackles 😐

karlurban 😜

erinelairmoriarty AHH IM SO HAPPY YOU'RE BACK 🥰

(yourusername) I MISSED YOU SO MUCH MY LOVE 😘😘

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✧.* author's note: thank u for reading!! please feel free to request any other ideas that u would like to see ^_^ - ava ❤ *.✧

[flowerinjuries]

hello!! could you please write “taeyong as a boyfriend” thank you so much 🥺

taeyong as a boyfriend!!!

the soft side:

omg you made him a nervous WRECK when you used to be around him

he would seriously stutter so much and could not make any eye contact

would blush at EVERYTHING

his soft lil giggles :’)))

when he was crushing on you, he would stare at you like there was nothing else in the world

listens to you very intently

let’s be real, it was probably you that made the first move

you just loved to tease him but he was always too nervous to do anything about it

you had enough and just wanted him to be yours

i imagine your first kiss together was insanely passionate because of all the built up tension

you definitely took the lead

he’d have soft whimpers during it

you had your hands yanking on the soft strands of his hair

ok let’s not get nsfw just yet

but omg during the honeymoon phase taeyong just loved giving and receiving attention

like i said, he just gazes at you with stars in his eyes

shamefully stares at your plump lips whenever you speak

he thinks you’re so pretty

but you argue and say he’s the prettier one

he blushes so so much when you compliment him

he lovesss when you’re a flirt

he just likes being with someone who lets him relax and take the backseat

he loves being in your arms

you always wrap your arm around his waist and hold him close to your side whenever you two stand next to each other

you love showing him off in a casual way

you never need to get jealous or shout to the world that he’s yours, because no one dares to mess with you

trust me, everyone knows taeyong is all yours and yours only

he doesn’t even think of anyone else

his brain is just mush when it comes to you

he does anything for you

loves to just take care of you in the most domestic ways like cook or do your laundry lol

he cares about you so much so he shows great concern when you’re upset or hurt

kisses you so softly because you tell him his lips make everything feel better

he believes you

you’re definitely the big spoon though

you just love to hold onto yongie

he’s your safety net, your rock

you’re the love of his life

you two are soulmates

everything you do compliments the other

everyone loves the two of you together

his friends say he’d be so lost without you

taeyong is such a soft boyfriend and has a heart of gold

you treat him like he’s a precious porcelain doll

you both would do anything to keep the other happy and comfortable and in love

i don’t think you two would ever fall out of love though

i swear you’ve been soulmates in every lifetime and will continue to be forever and ever <3

the not-so-soft side (18+ / nsfw):

our subby baby

don’t get me wrong though, yongie is still a switch

he just prefers to let you take the reigns in the bedroom (or wherever it is you like to fuck lol)

actually you two often make love

when he’s domming, he’s the softest :(

i think maybe you’d call him daddy psjdjsh

he does like to take care of you just as equally as you like to take care of him

he just doesn’t do it as often as you do

he likes having you rely on him to pleasure you

he just loves feeling wanted by you

needed

yongie has the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen

you like them all over you

groping you

choking you

but most importantly

inside you, stretching you out slowly

he’s so good at it too

he loves the feeling of you clenching around his slender fingers

he’s agonizingly slow sometimes though

he just loves foreplay

loves pleasuring you and hearing the sweet sounds you make just for his ears

stares at your face during it all

he always has a slight smirk on his face too

he fucks you in missionary

kisses your cheeks as you whimper his name

just wants to hold you close and savor the moment

ok enough let’s talk about him being subby

he’s actually so perfect

so so obedient

your baby boy

so so eager to please you

begs you to use him

wants you to take out all your frustrations on him

he doesn’t care what you do as long as you assure him you feel good

he lovessss giving you head

gives the cutest kisses and kitten licks

until he gets sooo messy and his tongue is so wet

he just can’t stop

he wants you to cum all over his pretty face

he wants you to mark him as yours

he paws at your thighs as he goes down on you

whimpers lol

you love tugging on his hair

forcing him to stop because you wanna do something else

just nods his head with excitement

umm you love to put pretty collars on him

put him on a leash and force him to put his dick to good use

ride him while you yank on his neck

he gets off on the thought of being used

you like being rough with him because he never has any complaints

he just thinks he’s lucky to be loved by you

don’t worry you always reward him

he’s just so so good

you let him cum however many times he wants without teasing

you praise him endlessly

and you give great aftercare

petting him and having a longgggg make out session

then you take a bubble bath together and just hold each other close

omg you two cuddle all night long and remind each other how much you’re in love

<3 taeyong is my favorite

again, i hope you all enjoyed this! this was by far my favorite one to write as i’ve thought about this very often haha!! don’t forget, requests are always open! and ps, i’m working on writing these boyfriend lists for every 127 member, so no need to request those :) thanks!

[smoosnoom]

MOON

what the actual fuck 😭😭😭😭😭 i was shaking for the entire day i was so so excited that i almost took a day off. i wasn’t expecting this for sure 😭😭😭 (im fine btw. don’t worry about me)

im so excited every time u post And this one is for me 🥺🥺🥺? and u said the nicest words about me in the notes? how did i deserve u?

“insists he wake up earlier than anyone should during summer” ok ok ok Listen. we established that we have different opinions on mornings but Listen. wake up early Especially in the summer (especially if u don’t have to clean up) is it’s own kind of magic. everything around is quite and nobody’s disturbing u cause they’re asleep and if u turn on cartoons it feels like ur child again. mornings r for chilling and evenings r for walks. but it’s not for ur sleeping schedule

“He shows El new songs and she likes most of them” byers-hoppers all being classic rock fans is so special for me ♥️

“Not in a – weird way.” and “His hands get tingly, and it’s weird” being separated by two sentences is my fave thing Ever 😭

“wearing a floral Hawaiian shirt.” hopper’s s3 fit was the best i agree!

“Okay. Well. He didn’t mean to think that, at all. He doesn’t know where that came from.” 😭😭😭😭😭 OMG mike avoided his queer thoughts for so long and they hit him the second he saw broad mans chest 😭😭😭

“and he sits up a little straighter” did he correct his posture? 😭 cause if he did when i have a chance!!

“Make goo-goo eyes at Jonathan, probably. Yikes” like he didn’t do the same thing with will like a second ago

“Nancy is the most sensible of your family” i mean el is not wrong!!

“with El discreetly levitating cucumber slices into her mouth” idk i think that would be funny if ted was steel clueless about supernatural things and just didn’t even notice flying vegetables

can’t believe im siding with dustin again 😭 i mean there’s nothing wrong with tan but every time i tried to get one i got weird spots instead of smooth texture. so sunscreen is my best friend (plus it’s cancer protection)

“Shoulders” SHOULDERS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 one if my favorite parts if the fic actually. mike is so so h-word (can i say horny or we’re not accepting that teens feel sexual attraction yet?) And BUFF BYERS 🥳🥳🥳🥳

“He’s trying not to think too hard about him being shirtless, sitting next to Will, who is also shirtless” omg 😭😭😭😭

“The okayest” THE OKAYEST 😭😭😭 my favorite loser

“wet hair and sun haloed behind him” u always make will looks angelic in mikes eyes. as u should

“and this is probably just those few, childish urges that he’s been having and trying to ignore since forever coming back to haunt him again.” of course mike. u just miss ur childhood and nothing more

“They stare at each other. A bird chirps outside” it’s so funny. like. cartoonish type of humor

“even in the midst of an empty, empty street” AS HE SHOULD!! mike who follow all the driving rules but still sucks is so real for me!

“Mike glues his eyes to the sky, and ignores the bubbling temptation to look over and gauge in Will’s reaction” he’s really The definition of “but ur prettier” hes so gone 😭😭

“Do you know any constellations?” i know just one and it’s ursa major (great bear??? which one do u use?)

THEY ARE SUCH DORKS!! Gunther!! i love them so much 🥹♥️

“shoving a large stuffed platypus between them” i hope the platypus was teal and had a brown fedora (and the fact that perry the platypus’ giving name is bartholomew LMAO)

“Mike fists a hand into the grass.” he could just pretend that grass is will’s hair 😭😭

“A poorly dressed clown appears, and they both jump.” clown! i see what u did!!

“Mike feels like one of the moths that keep flurrying into his home and bumping into the light bulbs” the way this one is perfectly describing That feeling. moon Are U Sure u’ve never been in love? 🤨

“he’s always been indifferent to slushie flavors, but never Will” the sweetest boy 🥺 i bet even if he wasn’t indifferent he’d still swap cause it’s will!

“Mike spends a very, very, very – small amount of time staring at his mouth.” “got my mind on ur body and ur body on my mind”. im sorry. im actually not. mentally added this song to fic playlist (of which we’ll talk later!!)

“everyone is unbearable at thirteen” yeah but not everyone is canoodle at thirteen 😭

“until they’re standing under a downpour of rain and dramatically confessing their love” cause u know that something is starting than it’s raining in byler fics 😭😭😭 ilyyy

“brushing the hair out of his eyes, too, maybe even –“ maybe even What mike?? i wanna hear u 🎤🎤🎤

“Are you high?” THE WAY I LAUGHED. is it… real life situation? it feels like the one 😭

“Mike wouldn’t be surprised if he had a radar for people thinking about making the moves on his younger brother.” he probably is considering how often jon interrupted them in s4 😭

“definitely not thinking incredibly hard about Will and beaches and water and shorts” and tight-fitting surfing swimsuits. definitely

“Mike couldn’t bring himself to disturb Will out of his slumber” oh to fall asleep on someone’s shoulder </3 will’s neck and back must be hurt so bad but it’s worth it

“think, if it makes coming out here together more intentional than it already is” u mean like a date?

“Will lets out a hum. “Anything in particular?”” i loove when will senses something becomes i little bold and makes mike uses his mouth (to talk of course)

“and Will – isn’t like that, not about Mike at least, or he’s pretty sure, except –“ will just got used to his feeling 😭 hes been into mike for so long that butterflies aren’t surprise anymore

and then they kissed under brian and margaret and helga and earl and bartholomew and gunther 🥺🥺🥺i love them so much. and i love u so much ♥️🤍

so playlist. the fact that every song is fitting perfectly into the narrative. u have wonderful musical ear and sense. and i was so happy when i remembered from which playlists those songs come (yeah i listen to ur playlists. especially “brainrot”. this one is one of my favorites).

i’ll be endlessly honored that u gifted this fic to me omg. i still can’t believe it. i love u so much ♥️♥️♥️♥️

can u believe how long its been since u first sent this ask oh my god alya i am so sorry . but ! at least u got an almost 14k fic out !!!!!! im hoping u liked it . by the length of this ask i am thinking Yes

YAYYYY im glad i could surprise u !!!! and i did really . give no heads up idk i wrote half the fic and it was all so summery and nice i was like . alya lovees summer . so this would be perfect for her . so here we r !!!!!

u know what . ill agree with u on this . my favorite summer days were when i was able to wake up beforee the rest of the house and it was all calm and nice <3 and i loveeee cartoons, i always watch atla or adventure time

u get the vision . willel classic rock lovers my beloved

i loveeee hoppers hawaiian shirt i need to see him in that again . so glad u get me

what if i told u i also just straightened my posture after reading that quote . my back is achingo h my god . also he definitely did not mike is doomed to stay in the shape of a pringle for the rest of his life .

mike is nothingi f not a hypocrite <3

i love the idea of clueless ted because that is so real . but inversely i love the idea of him knowing and just . not caring even a little . like that is so funny to me

true it is cancer protection ! also it seems liek U always agree with dustin (insert emoji with raised skeptical eyebrows . i am on my laptop ok there r no emojis here) . anyway i thankfully have never gotten sunburnt so i have no idea what thats like but i wish u luck on any future tanning endeavors !

alya for the sake of my reputation and dignity U are not allowed to say the h-word . also this is unrelated to any discourse but why is the h-word so ugly actually like it just Sounds and Looks weird

will is an angel this is unrelated to mike really thi s is just canon

yes cartoonish type humor !!!! its my favorite type of humor and i loveee using it in fics and stuff :D i hope u also like it

yes we also use ursa major ! i have a bunch of constellations up on my ceiling with glow in the dark stars too <3 the big dipper, hercules, orion, and a few more !!!!!

u better believe i was thinking of perry the entire time i wrote about that playtpus <3 i love love loveeee phineas and ferb

"the way this one is perfectly describing That feeling" u have no idea what this means to me . im adding this to every resume and hanging it up on my wall and tattooing it onot my hands . also no i have never been in love </3 still . i can imagine !

"yeah but not everyone is canoodle at thirteen" HONESTLY it was my least favorite aspect of s3 ohhh my god .

"is it… real life situation? it feels like the one" MAYBE .....

"is it… real life situation? it feels like the one" LITERALLY oh my god . oh my god if i had a nickel for every time he interrupted them istg

they kissed under all the most unconventional and conventional names in the galaxy <3 peak of romance is kissing under margaret and brian and gunther and bartholomew

i hope u know ever since i read this ask the first time and saw u said "brainrot" was ur favorite that has struck me every time i listen to the playlist . i forgot other people can see my playlists oh my god . speaking of I TRIED TO STALK UR SPOTIFY ACC BUT ITS ALL EMPTY <//3 so so sad . but i am so happy u also liked the music !!!! maybe iwas a little nervous whatever .

i love u alya bludnik-a i am very very glad u liked the fic :D summer reincarnate !

[nanamisflowerfield]

Heya Nami! So... I decided to read my little sister's lil twst fanfic (She's in school today, I have no classes. Got to take the opportunity before she founds out and hides it even if I have nothing against it) Basically the story is just the same but with her and her two big sisters in Yuu's place. It's funny because some of the dialogue has our language in it (She also acknowledges the fact that no one in twst understands it hahaha)

Here's a scene from the fic:

"About time I meet your little sister," Vil called earning (my name)'s attention. "Oh her? Yeah, she's unbearable. Little Squirt" (my name) replied, "(Her name) come and meet Vil!" (My oldest sister's name) called. Quick footsteps were heard approaching the two girls and Vil saw a young girl whose figure was bigger, a bit taller, but her behavior is clear that she is much younger than how she looks like. "(Her name) meet Vil, Vil meet my sister," (My name) said as the younger girl looked at the man with curiosity. "He's a boy," the younger sister said still looking at Vil. Vil hearing this got confused, "Yes? Is their something wrong?" Vil asked bending his knees a bit to reach baby (Her name). "Nothing, most boys that I see, I call handsome and sharp, but you're pretty," baby (Her name) replied which sparked something in Vil. "Really? Like... The fairest of them all?" Vil asked again, this time with a smile, "Hmm... Yes?" Baby (Her name) said. "Then-" Vil started to search his pocket for his phone hen showed her a picture of Neige "Is he pretty?" He asked once more, "Hmmm, yeah but you're much prettier," (Her name) replied with a smile earning a grin from the man. "I like her already" Vil said looking at the younger's two older sisters. "Yeah yeah," (My older sister's name) sighed with a smile. "Where's Leona?" (My name) asked looking around then leaving.

Awww that is adorable!🥺

[sttrawberries]

It's good that she still has a good routine for now!

"your new breast size didn’t go as unnoticed. (...) it became a big topic of discussion between your coworkers, where each person tried to bet which surgeon had given you a cup size that was almost double of what yours originally was." ☠

"Every single day since you’d broken the news, Jason woke you up with a good morning text. He’d ask if you had slept well, if you were alright, and if you had gotten sick at any point the day before or if you craved or wanted anything." aaaaAAAA MY HEART

"Daily, she’d flood your messages with baby videos and pics, pregnancy tips and motherhood articles. She had even told her own mother about it, letting her know she was going to be an “auntie”" AWWW NESSIE

"she was certainly more excited than its real one" 👀

“I was talking about Dick Grayson? Gotham’s resident playboy? The one that was seeing like three different girls at the same time?" OH KSKSSKKS

"In his hands, you caught a glimpse of a few plastic bags, his helmet, and a cardboard box." YAAAAA MY HEART

“Hi. Heard you wanted some pizza.” I'M GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET

NESSIE BEING SO EXCITED TO MEET JASON SKSKSK

"I have to say I’m still not used to being called baby daddy. I mean, you’re just the second person to tell me that, but it’s still weird.” who's the first one🤨

<<“I didn’t ask for it,”

“Y-yeah. But, I-I just thought I would do you this favor. A-and it had been a while since we talked and…”>> Jay🥺

"he had sent you tons of options for prenatal providers and doctors, something you knew you should’ve been more attentive to, but that you were avoiding like everything else regarding this pregnancy." Jason doing all of this warms my heart but I feel a bad for her and how she's handling everything, it clearly makes her uncomfortable and overwhelming

Also is freaking me out to think about when her parents find out about the pregnancy

“That’s rough, buddy,”🥴

"picking out the pepperoni slices off your pizza, pilling them up on the side to eat them all at once." breaking all the tension just to quote this sksksks

"You missed his bear-like embrace that swept all worry away, that comforted you and helped you relax among so much stress and anxiety." 🥺

“I can pick you up. Take you to the doctor by car,” Jay🥺

“Good, it’s important to keep hydrated during your pregnancy.” I SCREAMED SKSKSKS SANDRAAA

“Congratulations, from what I know of you, you’re gonna be a great mother. Just make sure to find your substitute at least a month before your due date so they have the time to properly learn the job till you’re gone.” oh

“Who are we running from?” You felt Jason’s breath on your ear, making you jump again. His soft giggle let you know that he found that entertaining. Let’s hope he’d enjoy your elbow to his ribs. “Ouch, I’m sorry.” sksksjs

“Weren’t you and Nessie doing just that the other night?” he teased." ohh busted!

“You look beautiful today,” he complimented you out of nowhere, bumping your shoulder with his playfully. (...) watched both your smiles on the crooked reflection of the elevator door." I live for these tiny moments

“Yn Sn. It’s spelled…” as someone who always has to spell her last name to everyone, I felt that

"There was something in the way you talked to the receptionist, with such poise and connectedness, that had Jason hooked. Leaning his elbow on the tall desk, and resting his cheek in his palm, he watched on as you continued to reply to each and every single question. The strong lighting did not ruin your look in the slightest, and in fact, Jason thought it somehow made you look prettier" our boy is head over heels

Jason being so excited😭

"Taking his eyes off your ass, he tried to focus on something else, catching a glimpse of the tiny pump on your belly" 🥴

"Dick was a dick, thought with his dick"😂

"So on board that he had already planned on rebuilding his suite at Gotham Memorial, just for your delivery"👁👄👁

"It gave out a sense of comfort you so desperately wanted to find in your pregnancy." Aw it's good!

“I’m adopted.” right she doesn't know, awkward moment

"and you couldn’t deny it, had you rather excited." aww it's slowly happening

THEY'RE BOTH CRYING MY HEART

“That means we fucked a whole night and went by baby free, but one quickie in a random room had us doomed. The seed is strong- Ouch!” JASON SKSKSSK

"Walking slowly to you, he held your cheek to place a chaste kiss to your forehead."🥰

THEY HAVE NICKNAMES FOR EACH OTHER

“It’s like every hour I have a different opinion on it. But it’s never too happy, or excited about it. And most often than not I regret ever laying eyes on Jason in the first place. I really don’t know what to think,” I get her

NESSIE IS SO SUPPORTIVE I LOVE HER

“I’m pretty sure my mom could make you tons of this. No shade to this store,” she lowered her tone as if anyone would hear. “But it’d be a lot cheaper, and prettier. Did I tell you before she knits?” 😂

"A music toy had you two concentrated on for an embarrassing two minutes before you realized your ages were not appropriate to the toy’s recommendation." living deep inside us there's still our child's version

"You left the store with bags almost full to the brim." I NEED HER TO TEXT JASON AND SHOW HIM WHAT SHE GOT, HE WILL GET SO EXCITED PLEASE😭

HER PARENTS ARE HERE NOOOOO

Also I hate that they have a key and get inside her own apartment

“In your room.” FIGHT ME I CAN'T STAND THEM

NOOOO IT'S HAPPENING, SOMEONE CALL JASON PLEASE

I absolutely hate her father, seriously

“And I wish, oh how I wish it, that this kid treats you just as bad as you did us tonight." 🤬

This chapter was a rollercoaster of emotions, even with the end of it I love it!

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞

pairing: jason todd x fem! reader

summary: when everything seems go, at least start, to go right, you're getting to actually enjoy the thoughts of your pregnancy, things take a turn. no, not a turn, a fucking spin, a descent in a downward spiral. basicallly, you're fucked.

word count: 10,3k (yes, i'm actually very surprised i managed this) warnings: pregnancy, medical talks, bad parenting and terrible fathers.

a/n: it took me too long to finish, i know. but i did enjoy my time in carnaval before almost dying from a flu. the chapter is long and is very important to the future of the story, so please, don't be mad at me for it. take breaks, eat while your reading, idk, do your thing. ily and i missed you ♡♡♡

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

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You thought that telling Jason about your pregnancy would be the trigger that would set your life into a downward spiral. That everything would be different once it was done with. You would be different, he would be different, and the world would be different too. However, the days that followed could not have been any more normal.

Although your mind was still clouded with anxious pregnancy thoughts, your days went on as usual. You woke up early, exercised and went to work, just to come back home hours later to do whatever it was you got on your mind that night before going straight to bed. The only indications of your condition were the looming thoughts and the excessive tiredness you carried everywhere with you.

It was like the world around you didn’t get the memo your whole life was about to be totally different just a few months from now..

And the world didn’t have to. It didn’t care that Yn Sn was pregnant. It would continue spinning around, circling the sun, like it always did. Day by day, minute by minute, like nothing had changed. And in the great scheme of things, nothing had. You did. You were the one who had changed. You were different, or at least you would become. Good or bad, nothing was gonna be like before. You would keep changing as the world would always be the same.

In the great scheme of things, the world didn’t revolve around you. Your life wasn’t a linear movie plot, troubleless and predictable. It was proving to you right then and there that it wouldn’t hold your hand and give you a rulebook on how to proceed with every little thing. You were on your own to figure out this journey. It was now about you. And him.

At first, you only noticed the small differences. You were tired, more than usual. It seemed like every move you used to make swiftly was now heavy and took you double the effort to complete. Two days after your talk, Jason went back to the clinic to pick up the full test results, and had it delivered to you at your door. You didn’t invite him to stay, nor did he ask you to enter, and you opened the envelope to find out you were about five to six weeks pregnant by yourself. It meant the baby was now growing faster and faster, and providing all that extra energy was what had been draining you off yours.

Your trips to the toilet became more frequent, even if your water intake had remained the same. That had raised one or two eyebrows at work, but considering the amount of things you were all working on, no one had given those bathroom runs their full attention. However, your new breast size didn’t go as unnoticed. In fact, it became a big topic of discussion between your coworkers, where each person tried to bet which surgeon had given you a cup size that was almost double of what yours originally was.

Then, there was also him. Every single day since you’d broken the news, Jason woke you up with a good morning text. He’d ask if you had slept well, if you were alright, and if you had gotten sick at any point the day before or if you craved or wanted anything. He knew it was about time you got morning sickness and cravings, and he wanted to do what was best to keep you and his baby in perfect condition.

He seemed to care about this baby a lot, even this soon. Not even the most positive scenario you could’ve come up with had you imagining he’d be this sweet, this nice. Actually caring and attentive. Yet, here you were, and he made sure to always tend to your needs whenever he was needed. But he wasn’t needed that often. Except for the good morning texts and your subsequent daily health report, you two didn’t talk much.

Nessie, your best friend, was also really into the idea of this baby. Daily, she’d flood your messages with baby videos and pics, pregnancy tips and motherhood articles. She might as well be the mother of this child, because she was certainly more excited than its real one. She had even told her own mother about it, letting her know she was going to be an “auntie” and how she should bring gifts the next time she comes over to visit.

You haven’t even considered telling your parents about it yet, brushing the thoughts away every time they’d come up in your mind. In fact, most thoughts about your pregnancy were brushed aside, as you were still not ready to fully accept this new reality of yours. 

Thus, a couple of weeks went by since you’d last seen Jason. As normal as they’ve ever been. Then, it was a Thursday night. One where you found yourself spread on your sofa, craving sweets and a large pizza, with your best friend sat on your living room floor, rambling excitedly about something you weren’t paying much attention to.

“... and, even though everyone knows he has a fucking girlfriend, he was at the party with not only one, but two other girls. He’s such an asshole!” Nessie spoke about whatever season of a TV show she was rewatching. But your mind couldn’t have been any further.

You stared at your phone screen, reading and rereading, again and again, the last messages in your chat with Jason. He had just asked about your day, if you felt sick or anything, and instead of giving him your usual and very formal reply, you went on and on about your sudden desire for dessert pizza. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but your fingers were faster than your conscience and without a proper thought, the message was sent.

. 8:24 PM

hey, how are you feeling?

. in desperate need of a good chocolate pizza . id kill for it . not really kill for it . yk...

🤣

You hoped you could be faster and delete it before he got a hold of his phone again, but the laughing emoji told you you were too late for that. Now, you laid there, overthinking your text when there was nothing you could do about it. Much like your pregnancy. Dumbass.

“Yn, are you even listening?” your friend called.

“Y-yeah. It was a really bad season, that one.” Without even moving to look in her direction, you gave her a half assed reply. 

“Yn… What are you talking about?” she asked you, confused.

“Aren’t we talking about the Bachelor?” you tried to confirm, now moving on your side to see her eye to eye. However, her incredulous face told you you’d completely missed the topic. Offering her an apologetic smile, she rolled her eyes at you and threw you a pillow.

“No! I was talking about Dick Grayson?” She raised an eyebrow and you looked at her with your brows furrowed. “Gotham’s resident playboy? The one that was seeing like three different girls at the same time? Gosh you were such a killjoy, all I wanted to do was gossip. It doesn’t hurt anybody and it’s fun.”

You let out a laugh at your friend’s dramatics, telling her to keep going with her story, promising to actually pay attention to it this time.

“Okay, he was seeing this girl officially. I think her name is Barbara. Red head, tall, pretty as fuck. Okay. However, he was supposedly with not only one, but two side pieces. Like, for real, such a fuck boy.”

“Ew,” you engaged. “Not even a fuck boy, an asshole. What does his girlfriend think about this?”

“I don’t know.” She threw her hands in the air. “I don’t even think she knows about all of this, if I’m being honest. And if she knows s….” Ding dong. Your friend’s story was cut short by the sound of your doorbell reverberating through your living room. “Are you expecting somebody?” she asked. You shook your head.

Sitting up, you waited for the doorbell to ring one more time, just to be sure there was really someone at your door. You looked between it and your friend, suddenly worried about who the hell would be bothering you at this hour of the night. Standing up, you walked straight to the door with care. Silent steps taking you to the peeping hole.

Looking through it, a tall, sasquatch like frame you’d grown to recognize rather easily, stood on the other side. In his hands, you caught a glimpse of a few plastic bags, his helmet, and a cardboard box.

“H-hey,” you greeted him awkwardly when you opened the door, a bit surprised to see him there.

“Hi. Heard you wanted some pizza.” He winked, lifting up what you now could identify as two cardboard boxes exhaling the greasy smell of your desired meal.

“You didn’t have to,” you said, sliding a hand through your hair. It was just a silly text, you thought, but perhaps it wasn’t for him.

Shrugging, he dismissed your words. “I was craving some junk food too, anyway. And I hadn’t seen you in a while so…”

You bought me pizza? And brought it to my door?

“Oh my god, where are my manners? Please, come in. We’re in the living room,” you told him, freeing your spot to allow him to enter your apartment for the first time

“We?” he asked, and you didn’t have to turn around to know he was lifting a brow at you.

“Me and my friend, Nessie,” you said, showing him to the other girl sitting on the floor by the center table. By now, she had a clearly amused smile on her face, and her eyes sparkled with an excitement that had annoyed you for some reason. “Jason, this is Nessie. Nessie, this is Jason,” you introduced them.

Jason extended his larger hand for her to shake, and she did it way too excitedly. “Oh my, I’m finally meeting your baby daddy,” she sang. You kicked her right at the ribs.

“Nice to meet you too,” Jason said through a breathy laugh. “Although I have to say I’m still not used to being called baby daddy. I mean, you’re just the second person to tell me that, but it’s still weird.”

“Tell me about it,” you wondered out loud, but soon your mind clicked to the fact someone else had called him that when, as far as you knew, only he, you and Nessie knew about your pregnancy.

“So… What did you bring us?” Nessie immediately asked, like the hungry dog she had been all night, scanning through the bags and the pizza boxes he had placed on the center table and pulling you away from your own head..

“Oh, I got you your dessert pizza, like you asked. And I also got a pepperoni one, but I wasn’t sure if you would like it,” he explained, messing up his hair.

“I didn’t ask for it,” you blankly stated.. It wasn’t a lie. You didn’t actually ask for it, you just hinted you were highly interested in one. But having him show up with the object of your cravings at your door not even an hour later had you feeling a bit uneasy, uncomfortable with the fact you kind of made him do it. He stared at you wide eyed, blinking repeatedly, unsure how to proceed.

“Y-yeah. But, I-I just thought I would do you this favor. A-and it had been a while since we talked and…”

“And we are very thankful for it!” your friend cut him off, gladly pushing the awkwardness away. “We were starving cuz this one right here only had salad in her fridge.”

“I’m sorry if I haven’t had the energy to go grocery shopping.” You stuck your tongue out.

“I wouldn’t mind doing it for you, if you want it,” Jason offered, sitting down on the floor beside Nessie.

“I’ll get it done,” you said, following  his move. “Eventually.”

Silently, you each decided to focus on all the food ahead of you. You couldn’t lie, you weren’t sort of enjoying all of this. Not only had he brought you pizza, and the dessert pizza you’d been craving, but he had brought you mini burgers from a place downtown you loved and even a slice of cheesecake.

“Have you checked any of the providers I sent you?” Jason asked, breaking the comfortable silence you had just settled in.

For the last few days, he had sent you tons of options for prenatal providers and doctors, something you knew you should’ve been more attentive to, but that you were avoiding like everything else regarding this pregnancy. You knew that, by this point, you should’ve already scheduled an appointment with a doctor, chosen a provider, and started looking into birthing options and other pregnancy needs. But you just couldn’t get your head into it.

Jason knew you were still not sure about this. The mention of the pregnancy or the baby clearly makes you anxious and uncomfortable. He wanted to take things slow, at your pace, but there were things you couldn’t really postpone, and prenatal checkups were one of them. So, he kept sending you options, just to see if you’d ever reply to any of them, but they always went unanswered. It wasn’t his intention to come to your house to talk about it, in specific, but he had to bring it up at some point.

When he arrived home from your apartment the other night, he immediately called his brother. Dick would know what to do, right? He’s the one with plenty of female experience. Still, he never made the silly mistake of getting one of them pregnant.

“That’s rough, buddy,” was all that he managed to say through the phone. Very helpful indeed. However, he did leave you with one single useful piece of advice: you should find a doctor.

Thus, he proceeded with his research. It felt like he had seen three thousand different doctor’s names, and a plenty of options of healthcare providers. Neither one of them sounded cheap, but it was a necessary expense if he wanted to make sure everything was going to be alright.

And you knew that too. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t checked any of the options. It was just so overwhelming. Every link for a website he had sent was filled with words and expressions you’d never even heard of, leaving you more confused about pregnancies than you’d been before. It was honestly so stressful that you had started to purposefully ignore it.

“I haven’t had the time,” you finally replied, picking out the pepperoni slices off your pizza, pilling them up on the side to eat them all at once. You heard him sighing deeply, and you could feel the annoyance by the way his shoulders trembled. You knew his patience had a limit, and he’d been so sweet and kind to you thus far that simply checking out the options was the least you could’ve done, and yet you didn’t even manage to do that. “It’s… a lot.”

Looking over at him, you observed him with his eyes glued to his pizza slice. You wanted to read his mind, to know what was going through his head at this moment. Was he mad at you? At your seemingly incompetence to do one simple thing? Gosh. You felt the anxious rumbling at your stomach, the same one from weeks ago, and you wanted to curl down and cry.

Why were you like this? What has gotten into you?

“I have an aunt who is an ob/gyn,” Nessie meddled in. “She’s pretty busy these days, but I could try and ask her to see you. If you want.”

Expectantly, Jason watched as you took your time to think. It was a good option, really. If she was busy, it could only mean she was a good doctor, right? And she was in Nessie's family.

“Yeah,” you agreed. A sigh of relief coming from the boy beside you. “I think it would be fine.”

“Great,” she celebrated. Standing up, she grabbed the empty cardboard box and walked to the kitchen. “I’ll call her tomorrow.”

Left alone with Jason for the first time tonight, you returned your attention to your half eaten pizza slice, desperate to focus on anything other than him, but turns out your brain had other plans. It constantly thought of him. He was right beside you, and that’s okay, but you could be occupying your mind with something else.

He too played around with his food, with his hands holding on to an energy drink he’d popped out of one of his bags. You caught a glimpse of the slight movement he did when he tried to offer you some of that same beverage, but he quickly realized perhaps it wasn’t good for the baby.

His veiny forearms were just inches from yours, making the hairs on your body rise up from this almost contact. It was like your body knew he was right there and tried to reach with anything it could get closer to him. You would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch. Not in a sexual way, like you’d been, shamefully, at the studio the other day. You missed his bear-like embrace that swept all worry away, that comforted you and helped you relax among so much stress and anxiety.

“I can pick you up. Take you to the doctor by car,” he offered, but something inside you told you he would accept your refusal as a possible response.

“Thank you, I’d love it,” you thanked, searching for his icy blue orbs. You could feel his fingers against yours, rubbing against your skin and sending a shiver up your spine. “And Jason, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, about the pizza thing. I’m just not used to all of this yet.”

“It’s fine, Yn,” he said, finding your eyes with a beaming smile next to his. “We’ll figure things out, eventually.”

Turns out Nessie’s aunt really was busy. Not just busy, but booked and “famous”. If you were to go by the sheer prices attached to her services, she was the Steve Jobs of obstetricians/gynecologists. It got you worried at first, because you weren’t sure your insurance would cover such costs, but Jason told you to not think about it, She managed to fit you, god knows how, in an appointment another two weeks later. But you couldn’t complain, because if you weren't “family”, you’d get to your first appointment with a baby already in your arms.

Every book you’d read, many of them being Jason’s recommendations, told you your first appointment should be scheduled between eight to twelve weeks, and as far as you could tell, you would be just around at your appointment. 

The two weeks went by swiftly, and soon, it was the day of your first prenatal check up. 

You were at work all day, as usual. Your morning had been chaotic, with the beginning stages of preparations for the upcoming spring issue keeping everyone on the edge. However, thankfully, the afternoon treated you all more kindly. Although your feet still ached from all the running around you’d already done, you still roamed around collecting papers, portfolios and coffee cups for your boss.

Pushing the massive glass door open with your shoulder, you entered Sandra’s office with her sample book in hand. The clock approached your leaving time, today a few hours earlier than normal due to “medical” reasons. Not a full lie, but a lie nonetheless. Those kept on repeating, and for the looks of it, they wouldn’t stop any time soon.

You just weren’t ready to tell anyone else yet. Perhaps it wasn’t the right moment, as it was still too early. Perhaps it was you not wanting to accept reality. The more people knew about it, the more real it would become. And you knew very well it wasn’t something you were ready to face, even though at this point you had no escape route left.

“Ym, before you leave, just let Ibra know we’ll be dropping by tomorrow to decide on the new photoshoot details,” your boss requested, not lifting her eyes off the papers on her desk.

“I already called him earlier, he sent you the models for you to check beforehand,” you informed, placing the large portfolio before her table. After rambling out your words, an involuntary sigh came out of you, a sign of your body’s exhaustion after a long day. “We’ll also get the Gucci sets by tomorrow, like expected.”

“Good,” was all you heard in response, and knowing her well, you took it as a sign to leave her to her work. Turning on your heel, you walked back to the door before her voice stopped you right at your tracks. “Yn, are you alright?”

Surprised by her question, one you’d never heard come from her directed at you, your head snapped back towards her direction. “I-I’m fine. It’s just been a long day,” you explained.

“Hmm,” she hummed, removing her designer glasses from her perfectly sculpted nose. “Have you been drinking a lot of water?”

“Yes?” you sort of asked, growing confused.

“Good, it’s important to keep hydrated during your pregnancy.”

You swallowed dry. Your eyes popped from its sockets, and you swore your breathing had stopped. “Sandra, you must be mistaken.”

“Am I?” she simply asked, raising an eyebrow before returning her gaze to her notes. Opening your mouth, you tried to answer something, anything, but no proper sentence seemed to be formed in reply, as your brain was caught completely off guard by her knowledge of your secret. “I don’t know how long you planned on hiding it, nor why, but you were silly to think I wouldn’t notice. You seem to take longer to finish a simple task, you avoided salmon at lunch and said it had a smell, and your size has increased. You forgot I have a 14-month-old at home and a five year old daughter, I know the signs when I see it. Congratulations, from what I know of you, you’re gonna be a great mother. Just make sure to find your substitute at least a month before your due date so they have the time to properly learn the job till you’re gone.”

Staring at your reflection on the glass walls your eyes stop at your stomach. Are you already showing enough? Is she the only person to notice? Of course you didn’t pick the best outfit to hide it today. Your clothes barely fit you anymore, so you had to rely on your dresses, the small collection you owned, to be able to build an outfit. And certainly, the ribbed fabric of the one you wore today didn’t hide any of your curves, no matter how tiny they were.

You stood there, still, unmoving, flabbergasted. If Sandra was capable of so easily finding out your secret, it would be in no time till others could do the same. It was a secret with days counted anyways, you wouldn’t be able to hide it forever even if you wanted to.

“That’s all,” you heard her say, breaking you from your sudden malfunction and getting back to operating mode. You fled her room faster than you ever remember doing, and sank on your chair with the weight of the world weighing you down. Your hands shook, sweating cold, and your heart beat a bit faster. With deep breaths, you tried to keep yourself under control.

“Yn,” you heard someone call, making you jump slightly on your seat. Looking up at the source of the voice, you found the raven haired boy now known as your baby daddy. In your office, right in front of you.

“Jason, what are you doing here?” you scream-whispered from behind your desk. He looked at you confused, as if you’d forgotten your plans for today.

“They let me in when I told them I was here to pick you up,” he explained. “The appointment, remember?”

Standing up hurriedly, you shoved your phone, your planner and the rest of your stuff in the designer bag you’d gotten off the samples given to the magazine. Fleeing your desk, you looked around to see if any of the other secretaries were anywhere close, grabbed Jason’s hand and pulled him with you out of your workplace. “You were supposed to call me when you arrived,” you scolded, pushing open the door.

“Sorry, you just weren’t picking up your phone,” he stated. Of course I wasn't, I was working. 

Dragging him to the elevator, you successfully managed to push him inside before you entered and watched the door slowly sliding closed without having stumbled  into any of your coworkers. Sighing in relief, you allowed your head to rest on the metallic wall. A small win for today. You were taking any victories at this point.

“Who are we running from?” You felt Jason’s breath on your ear, making you jump again. His soft giggle let you know that he found that entertaining. Let’s hope he’d enjoy your elbow to his ribs. “Ouch, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not running from anyone,” you said, crossing your arms on your chest. “I just don’t want to start any gossip in the office. These ladies do like to talk about other people’s lives.”

“Weren’t you and Nessie doing just that the other night?” he teased.

“That’s different.”

“How?” he gave you a sly smirk.

“It was not about my life,” you argued, offering him a smirk in return.

Jason shook his head, leaning on the wall right beside you, close enough that your shoulders touched. But different to the first time you felt him this close, you were not nervous or about to cut his head off. You were actually enjoying his presence. What an era to be alive.

“You look beautiful today,” he complimented you out of nowhere, bumping your shoulder with his playfully.

“You don’t look half as bad,” you replied, and watched both your smiles on the crooked reflection of the elevator door.

It wasn’t long till you arrived at the clinic, but it was enough time for you to fall asleep. Shortly after entering the car, when he was already cutting through other vehicles to avoid the traffic, Jason noticed your head hanging to the side, and even if he tried to fix it back in place, it would instantly fall once again.

He remembered how exhausting your job looked that couple of hours he witnessed by himself, and now must not have been different. Especially considering your pregnancy and the tiredness he’d had been reading about. So he let you nap quietly on your seat, making sure to watch out for your neck as much as he could while handling the road.

You were still groggy when you stepped into the white halls, needing guidance to find your way around. With his hand on your lower back, he took you to the reception, where a bored looking receptionist typed something away for what seemed like an eternity.

“Hi,” you greeted sweetly, a tone he wasn’t much used to hearing from you. “I have an appointment with Doctor Mikaelson.”

“What is your name?” asked the receptionist with an annoying nasal voice that made Jason want to punch her for no other reason than it was just annoying.

“Yn Sn. It’s spelled…” you continued, giving out every bit of information the woman needed. And it was a lot. As your first visit, there was a lot to be filled, and he stood to the side, watching as you answered all of her questions with a patience he hadn’t seen in many people.

There was something in the way you talked to the receptionist, with such poise and connectedness, that had Jason hooked. Leaning his elbow on the tall desk, and resting his cheek in his palm, he watched on as you continued to reply to each and every single question. The strong lighting did not ruin your look in the slightest, and in fact, Jason thought it somehow made you look prettier, something he believed no one else could manage.

The faint winds from the air conditioning blew on your hair, giving you your own magazine photoshoot ambiance. You did not stutter, nor did you take long to answer, all the words flowing from your lips even though he paid no mind to any of them. It wasn’t like the angry girl he used to meet at the gym, nor the one that showed up upset at his doorstep, or even the quiet one you would become around him recently. And he liked to think this was the real one, or at least a better glimpse at it than you’d ever let him see.

“Jason?” he heard you calling, and it was his turn to jump from his place. Giving you an awkward ‘yeah’, he let you repeat whatever it was you had said. “She said I’ll need to take some tests. Would you keep my bag, please?”

“Sure,” he said, fixing his posture and grabbing the rather heavy bag off your hands. “I’ll be sitting right here when you come back.

You nodded, offering him an actual smile, before walking off beside a nurse. He found a seat not too far from where you two were just standing, and watched as you moved away, swaying your hips side to side. Taking his eyes off your ass, he tried to focus on something else, catching a glimpse of the tiny pump on your belly. It wasn’t too noticeable yet, and might as well be some bloating from a heavy meal, but he’d wanted to think it was his baby right there, showing it’s first signs of life just under your care.

He’d been getting excited. Too excited, perhaps, for a baby that wasn’t even planned. But he couldn’t help it. When the initial fear was gone, all he could think about was the baby. His baby. He was going to have a baby. 

All his life, he thought that if there was someone in his family that would have a baby by accident, besides his dad, it was his older brother. Dick was a dick, thought with his dick, and had given it to half the female population of Gotham. When he told him about it, he could not stop laughing, and Jason did think of punching him in the face. Repeatedly. But it was him that made the fear go away at first. Not by taking him out for a drink, which he still did, but by making him see the good in it.

“It’s a baby!”, he said. “You love babies, and you always wanted one.”

It was a baby, it was sort of your dream, and it was with the girl he had a crush on. It could be worse. Sure, there are a lot of changes of plans that he’d have to take from now on, but the good sides were much greater.

His father wasn’t very happy when he told him, though. But Dick, again, came to the rescue. “Jason is smart. He’s always been the level headed one… when he wants it. He’ll figure things out.” And soon, old man Wayne was on board with the new baby. So on board that he had already planned on rebuilding his suite at Gotham Memorial, just for your delivery. Jason had to tell him to calm down a little, you didn’t even know his dad was a millionaire yet.

You took quite long to return. Sitting back down besides him a good forty minutes later, pulling the sleeves of your dress over your hands to protect them from the cold. He handed you your bag back, and you two sat in silence for almost half an hour till the nurse called your name again. This time, with a “the doctor is waiting” along.

“Nervous?” Jason asked, as you two walked side by side to the doctor’s room.

“I was worse,” you replied, giving him a smile he returned gladly. “It won’t get that bad again. I think.”

Different from the waiting room, the doctor’s office was cream colored and the yellow lights much more comfortable. There were books decorating almost every surface, with toys and teddy bears everywhere too. It gave out a sense of comfort you so desperately wanted to find in your pregnancy. Given how everything, all your feelings, had been thus far, it was great that something could actually give you comfort.

“You must be Vanessa’s friend, right?” Doctor Mikaelson said, extending her hand for you to shake. You only nodded, still not used to going on doctors appointments on your own. What were you even going to say?. “And is this your boyfriend?” she asked, and your eyes immediately popped off their sockets.

“No,” you quickly replied. “He’s not… my boyfriend.”

Thankfully, she did not ask for any further explanation. “You can call me Rebecca from now on. Today we’re going to talk a lot, there’s a lot I want to learn about you, so it’s going to be a long appointment. It’s your first visit, am I right?” she questioned, and you just nodded your answer. “Any medical history I should know about? From you and other family members.”

Pulling her chair closer to the expensive looking computer, she prepared to type in the answers to her inquisitions. “No, no. I’m clean. Healthy. No medical history I can remember in my family either. I mean, my dad does have high blood pressure, but that’s it,” you explained, and looking at the moose sat beside you, you expected his answer. “Jason?”

“Erm…” he struggled. “I’m adopted.”

Surprised, your head angled to the side while your eyes were now glued to him, anticipating the rest of his story.

“Do you know anything about your biological parents?” the doctor asked, but he shook his head, ending the subject you so wanted to hear more about.

The appointment went on like this for a while. Questions were made, by both sides, answers were given. Some more explaining on Rebecca’s behalf, and soon the minutes went by swiftly, without you even noticing. It was now time for the ultrasound, as she explained, and while fishing for the items she’d need to perform the exam, you were left by yourselves for a short while.

Standing up, you awkwardly play with your feet as you wait for the doctor’s return. So far, your head was banging with so much information it had received in not much time, and the exhaustion from the full day was starting to catch up to you. Your mind was getting dizzy, and you mentally begged for it to be over soon and for you to be ready to go to bed. But the next step of your visit, and you couldn’t deny it, had you rather excited.

You found your reflection on a tiny mirror. You looked tired, but you looked pretty for such exhaustion. The extra effort put this morning on your look certainly had an effect, hiding, even if a little, your fatigue. As it had been happening for the past few weeks, your eyes soon spotted your belly, and now the tiny roundness it was making.

Your hands hesitated a couple of times. It was as if doing it would burn them, like it was wrong. But they reached it, touched the skin over the warm fabric. Touched you bump. Your still hidden baby. It didn’t look frightening then. Your hands didn’t burn. You just felt the protuberance in your body, the perfect little curve it made, and thought about, how the hell, it was supposed to keep a baby. It looked small and cute now. Tiny in comparison to the size it would get. Much like some of the women you saw in the waiting room, blowing up at any moment. Bellies round and exuberant.

But yours paled in comparison. At least for now. Your baby wasn’t ready to be announced to the world yet, and you preferred it like this. Kept just for the two of you for now. Your sweet little secret. Your sweet little love.

Jason thought you were stunning. He’d been staring at you, feeling your skin, from the side, and each reaction you got of it amazed him. It was a simple act, a touch you certainly repeat, over and over, until the day your baby finally arrived. But he saw beauty in it, nonetheless. He watched your hesitance vanishing, and your comfort was slowly visible. He too wanted to feel it, touch it, but everything in its given time.

“Will you lay down please.” The doctor returned, and as you pulled your dress to free your stomach, she offered you a blanket to cover yourself with. 

Soon, just your tiny bump was out, the lights were off, and Jason stood by your head. Both anxious to hear the sound many boasted about.

“It’s kinda hard to find it,” the doctor said. “It’s still really small.”

Jason’s grip on your shoulder grew tighter as the time passed. He caressed the skin over the material of your dress to compensate for the pressure after whispering an apology to your ear. You didn’t blame him, you too were anxious for it.

“Ha-“ the doctor sang. “Here it is. Look, this tiny thing. This is your baby.”

You didn’t see anything. Just a dot. A tiny little stain on the screen where she pointed at. Yet, it nearly made you cry. There it was. Your baby. In its full tinyness. In its full “hey mommy, you don’t notice but I’m here” energy. You heard sniffing by your ear, and your head snapped to Jason quickly. 

What, he mouthed, and you had to hold in your smile. What a crybaby. Cute, noted.

“And here,” she continued, messing with her station, adjusting levels and pressing buttons. “... is its heartbeat.”

The loud beating echoed through the room. Tudum. Tudum. Till your own had gotten faster. It was on for long, being turned off soon after four beats, but it would stick to you for the rest of the day. The little sounds your baby made. The single sign of its existence within you, sounding like music to your ears. Addictive, delicious to hear. Still in your head as you walked back to your apartment with Jason by your side.

You’d walked up there in silence. Comfortable silence. The long waiting hours and the extensive appointment getting the best of both of your energy levels.

“9 weeks,” he suddenly said. “You’re 9 weeks pregnant.” Joining your eyebrows, you looked at him. “That means we fucked a whole night and went by baby free, but one quickie in a random room had us doomed. The seed is strong- Ouch!”

With a single swing of your bag, you aimed for Jason’s head and hit your target precisely. He tried to dodge another move, but was hit by another swing before getting a hold of your weapon. Your laughter echoed through the small area, loud enough you were sure your downstairs neighbor could hear.

“Shut up,” you shoved him with your shoulder. “Is all of this a joke to you?”

“No, but that was funny,” his laughter joined yours.

Your hands struggled to enter the key on its lock, but soon your door was hanging open.

“Do you want to come in? Eat something?” you offered, still a bit skeptical of his prolonged company. He looked dead in your eye, a while that made you slightly uncomfortable. His icy blue stare makes your body shiver. Replying with a toothless smile, he shook his head.

“I better head home.”

“Are you sure?” you insisted. You didn’t know why, but you kind of wanted his company tonight.

“Yeah. I’m sure you’re exhausted. And I want my bed too, so I better head home before it’s too late for me to drive. You don’t want your baby losing its father this soon, do you?” he joked.

“It would be a tragedy,” you joined in on the fun.

Walking slowly to you, he held your cheek to place a chaste kiss to your forehead. Offering another thin-lipped smile, he turned his back to you and headed for the elevator. “Bye.” He waved.

“Bye, Jay.” You returned the gesture. The sudden use of a nickname made his smile larger.

“Ynie.” He gave you a wink, before disappearing behind the metal doors.

“So… How was the appointment this week?” Nessie questioned, eyes scanning the cool toned garments hanging on tons and tons of clothing racks. It was now Saturday, and you two had gone out shopping, something you hadn’t managed to put your head on for months, but that now managed to free it from any thoughts of your current state. Well, until now.

“It went fine,” you simply stated, avoiding commenting any further.

“You don’t sound too excited.” She raised a brow at you. 

Averting your gaze, you stopped to look through a rack full of coffee tone wool cardigans. The colorful sets of summer were now long gone, giving place to the browns, grays and blacks of the fall/winter seasons. Thin fabrics like silks and linen being traded for thicker, more weather-appropriate substitutes.

Sighing, you allowed your friend’s words to linger in the air for as long as you could. You didn’t want to reply. There was nothing to reply. She knew pretty well your stance. “What’s there to be excited about?” you asked in return, and she gave you an upset look. “I’m having a baby with a guy I hooked up once. Sorry for not jumping around at the news.”

It was her turn to sigh, as you continued to roam around the store looking for anything cute for you to wear, since your clothes were now too small for your still not too visible but obviously growing bump. It was a struggle finding an outfit to go out today, having to make the most out of your summer dresses  in the increasingly chilly days of September.

“I thought you were starting to like the idea,” she commented. Crossing her arms over the rack you were looking through and resting her chin on top of her hands, she forced you to stop avoiding her gaze.

“I was,” you started. “And then I wasn’t. I don’t know. It’s like every hour I have a different opinion on it. But it’s never too happy, or excited about it. And most often than not I regret ever laying eyes on Jason in the first place. I really don’t know what to think,” you swallowed a lump that started to form on your throat, and waited for the burning in your eyes to cease before continuing. “I’m scared, and anxious, and it seems like at every second something could happen to cause a turmoil again and I don’t think I can take another punch to the guts from the universe.”

You took a deep breath. You weren’t going to cry at the mall today. There were no pregnancy hormones, no random mood swings, that would ever allow you to do that in public. Then, the sudden touch of Nessie’s hand on your shoulder helped your breathing ease down.

“Nothing will happen. Don’t overthink it,” she cooed, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “And you’re having a baby! That’s all you need to be excited about. I know they are little energy suckers, crying loudly monsters, but they’re also so cute and adorable. Like, so cute and adorable you could take a bite out of them. And their giggles, and babbles. C’mon, I remember hearing you talk about your nephew, and how much you loved and missed him. You’re now going to have your own.”

Like a true best friend, Nessie’s words did manage to put a smile on your face. And she was right. You had focused so much on the down sides that you’d completely brushed off all the good ones and how much they could outweigh the others. The mention of your nephew and his baby sister reminded you of how much you’d loved them and how much it hurt to say goodbye to them every time you went back to college.

And you wanted kids. A family. It just happened to be an unfortunate timing.

“C’mon, let’s go.” Before you had the chance to ask where, she was dragging you out of the current store you were at and into another. 

The racks of taller, bigger clothes were soon exchanged by tons of baby clothes, shelves of toys and items now in your line of view. The smell of the store was also more pleasing, exhaling the scent of lavender through it’s entire length. Pulling out a tiny baby onesie from a table right at the front of the store, Nessie nearly shoved it in your face before continuing her rant. 

“Look at how cute this is. Can’t you imagine your baby in it? It’s so small and scary to think it can fit a human,” she joked, earning your giggle. It really was cute, and the picture of your baby in it made your tummy flutter. “And look at this one!” she nearly screamed, showing you a cute flowery knitted sweater. “I’m pretty sure my mom could make you tons of this. No shade to this store,” she lowered her tone as if anyone would hear. “But it’d be a lot cheaper, and prettier. Did I tell you before she knits?”

One by one, Nessie continued to show you random clothes and toys she kept seeing around and that got her excited. A music toy had you two concentrated on for an embarrassing two minutes before you realized your ages were not appropriate to the toy’s recommendation. You two laughed aloud at the images you both pictured of you and your baby, your future with each and every one of these items in it. Suddenly, the idea didn’t sound bad at all in your mind, and you actually found yourself getting excited about it for the first time. 

At some point, even a worker had come to your side and started handing you things your baby would certainly need once it was here, and your brain got clouded with all the new information she had offered you in such a short amount of time. You were going out of the store with empty hands, but a long list of items you had to start sorting out.

A few minutes later and you were on your way out. That was when it caught your eyes. The fluffiest and cutest baby romper. It was golden brown and had bear ears and even a little fluffy tail, just like the ones you’d seen all over your socials from even before this state was an idea of your future.

Heading in its direction slowly, you took it from the rack, feeling the soft fabric in your hands. Your mind instantly being filled with images of your baby wearing it, not any unknown baby. Yours. Maybe by the age it was big enough to be strolling around in it, its cute little steps as you followed it around. Or still tiny so you would have to carry it around like a real teddy bear.

You felt your eyes watering. Your baby in it. Your baby strolling around. The cutest little legs and hands. Yours. Turning around to face your friend, you suddenly found yourself determined. “I’m taking this.”

It wasn’t only the romper you took. You left the store with bags almost full to the brim. In them, you had a cute  pumpkin onesie, already in the mood for halloween, plushies and a few toys that had you and your friend entertained, tiny baby gloves and socks, beanies and packages of diapers Nessie had insisted it was never too early to start stocking up on. 

“Babies go through those like crazy,” she told you, and then you had a bag full of them in your hands heading back to your apartment. May your credit card deal with the cost of all this later.

It felt good. It sort of felt… right. If you were really going to keep this baby, you’d have to get stuff at some point too. Correct? You weren’t softening to the idea, you were just being precautious.

But Nessie was right. Babies were adorable and you missed the ones in your life. Your nephew, and his little sister you mostly watched grow up through phone screens and instagram posts, were far away from you, living their lives despite your absence. You worked your whole life to get away from your parents power umbrella, and not only you’d not dare to return, but coming back with a baby was perhaps the worst thing you could do.

All the stress and work you’d gone through to get to Gotham couldn’t just be thrown out your window. Not for you, not for your sister. Although it hurt them to see you leave, they were always in full support of your choice. Your manumission.

A family. You told Jason you’d never had one. It wasn’t true. Although to your parents you were mere tokens of their “perfect” job as “parents”, as society people, they were never family. Your sisters were. And even though it was in an odd way, you loved and cared for each other dearly throughout your entire life.

It pained you to see each one of them leave your household, one after the other, for completely different reasons. Until you were all alone. And then you had no family. No one to rely on. No one to care for you in your parents' perpetual absence. Until you managed to leave yourself, even if it took you a lot of compromise and convincing.

Arriving on your floor with your bags in hand, faces stamped with laughter and aching feet, you stopped in your tracks as one single detail was capable of ceasing your happiness.

In front of you stood your door, spread open. The lights inside were on, and the well known sound of a female voice, humming along to a muted tune and moving things around. There were only two people that had your apartment keys, and they never meant anything good when they were around.

Brushing the anxious thoughts aside for a couple of hours had worked for nothing, because the worst of your nightmares had just become a reality.

“Take the bags with you,” you turned to your friend, shoving the bags in your hands onto her chest. “Please.”

“Yn, are you alright?” Nessie asked. Worry eating her up from just one look at your frightened expression.

No, I’m not fucking fine, you wanted to answer, but the words didn’t come out of your mouth. Instead, all you did was lose your breathing pace, getting hectic by the second, and your mind went numb.

“Yn, dear. Is that you?” you heard the ladylike voice of your mother calling from inside. Her steps soon too reached your ear, and her shadow approached the door behind you.

“Please, Nessie,” you begged. “Can you take this to your apartment? I’ll pick it up once they’re gone. They can’t see it, they can’t know I’m preg…”

“Oh. Were you two out shopping?” your mother asked excitedly. In good motherly fashion, or at least that was what she always did, she hurried her way to your side, grabbing the bags and eyeing up their content. Her hawk-like eyes scanned through each item carefully. There was no privacy at the Sn’s household, it wasn’t about to change now.

“Nessie’s cousin is pregnant,” You shoved the bags into your friend’s hands, away from your mother’s prying ones. “We were getting her things, you know, for her baby shower. We might’ve gotten too excited though, wasn’t it Nessie? We got too many things, but they were all so cute we couldn’t just not get them!”

You offered her a fake smile, forcing Nessie to join along. It often surprised you how good you were at lying, how fast you could come up with a good story. But maybe all those years of practice served you some good. It all came down to telling the truth, but not all of it. Always hiding something, always leaving details behind.

“I love baby showers. It still pains me you weren’t there for little Macey’s one, Yn. You said you had finals, or something, and couldn’t come. A shame really, your sister put so much thought into it for you to not be there. If only you’d gone to our local college, you could’ve taken just a few minutes of your day to be supportive of your family.”

“Mom,” you hissed, earning an angry glare in return. “Not here, please. Let’s go inside.”

“Fine,” she accepted, hips swaying as she followed you along. “Won’t your friend want to have some tea with us?”

“No,” you immediately cut her off. “She has things to do. For work.” Throwing your friend an apologetic glance, you closed the door behind you, locking yourself into your own hell for god knows how long.

“What are you doing here?” you inquired once you reached your living room.

“What are those manners?” she replied annoyedly. “Check your tone next time you ask me this, sweetie. It seems like you’re not pleased to have your parents around.”

“I-I’m sorry, you two just caught me by surprise. That’s all,” you excused, stuttering the words that you had managed to get out. “Where’s father?”

“In your room.” 

Your heart stopped. What was he doing in your room? Why was he there? Why were you acting like you didn’t know the answers to those questions? All your life, all your parents did was snoop around, trying to find each and every way they could keep a hold of you, of your life, of your likes. Of everything.

You didn’t remember all you had hidden in your bedroom, and what was still hanging around, at an easy reach of his hand. But you couldn’t deal with the risk of him finding something, anything, that might lead them on to your condition. 

Rushing through the corridor that led to your bedroom, you stumbled on the larger body of your father as you reached your bedroom door.

“Careful, Yn,” your father told you raspily. “Looking for something?”

His tone carried a note, a warning. He was on to something. Like a shark, he smelled blood in your attitude, preparing to attack at any moment you let something slip.

“Nothing,” you lied. “Just wanted to see you. I missed you.” You embraced your arms around his torso with difficulty, his round belly much bigger than yours and forbidding you from completing the embrace. He pushed you away not one second after you touched him, giving you a frown before heading back to the living space.

You held in your sigh, too scared he might catch on to your relief. Scanning your room quickly, you didn’t find a thing out of place and any clue he was onto something. So, quietly, you return to their presence in the small kitchen.

Their voices were blurry as you washed their dishes on your sink. They’d make themselves feel at home, cooking and eating in your home without waiting for your presence nor caring to leave you something. Your mind was elsewhere. It was in the moment they’d be gone. It was on you all alone again.

“Yn,” your father’s voice thundered through the room, making your head snap back to him in an instant. “Your mother has been talking to you.”

Staring blankly at him, you faltered a reply. “I’m sorry, I’m just a bit distracted.”

“Well, get your stuff together. Your mother is talking and you should listen. Here, I’m finished with this plate.”

Keeping yourself from rolling your eyes, you dried your hands and walked in his direction, aiming to get the plate and move as quickly as you could. However, you weren’t counting with your father, who didn’t even dare to look at you to hand you his place, knocked on your bag that was standing right beside him on the table on the floor. Its content spilled on the wooden tiles, revealing keys, hair ties, your wallet and envelopes of paper.

You tried to be fast, you swore you did, but your mother was faster. Grabbing the envelope from the floor, she looked at you worriedly. “Sweetie, have you been to the hospital?”

“No. No, no. I haven’t. Must be someone else’s. Got mixed up in my stuff.”

“But it has your name in it,” she said, already skimming through the pages. You place the plate back on the table, moving to grab it off her hands when her wide eyes disapproving stare told you she had found what you’d feared the most.

“Let me see it,” your father demanded. He took the papers from your mother’s hand with ease, as her strength had already vanished from her body. Her face was pale, and her eyes held a sorrow you’d only seen in her eyes once, and it was not in a good day.

“Daddy, don’t,” you cried, but it was already too late.

The veins in his face pumped up blood like crazy, making his face turn into the deepest shade of red you’d ever seen in someone else’s face. His eyes scanned the words in front of him rapidly, shifting from one side to the other, but always returning to the same spot at the top.

“Grab your things,” he spat out. “Grab your damned fucking things.”

Swallowing dry, his words fell from one ear to the other, not stopping at your brain to be processed in your thoughts. You were reactionless, staring blankly back at him.

“Are you deaf?” he nearly screamed, grabbing your arm with a strength you knew would leave a mark. “Who is it? Who is the father?”

“I-I,” you tried to speak, but any word that came out was stuttered. Your father shook you for an answer, like you do with a snack machine that is not working. “I don’t know.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW?” This time he fully screamed. You felt a tear pool by the corner of your lip, and it was then you realized you’d already started to cry. “You have been whoring yourself around to the point you don’t know who the bastard is?”

“Daddy, I-I…”

You felt your cheek burn. The image of his fingers now printed on your face. “I’m not your father. I did not raise a daughter to be a whore, to have a child out of wedlock after everything I have done to you. You’re an ungrateful bitch if you ask me. Wife, here is the reason why she so desperately wanted to be away from her family. To be whore. To give herself out to men she doesn’t even remember. Your daughter is a slut, and if that is the life she plans on living, then let her be on her own.”

His words hit you harder than his hand did. It pained you from within, tearing your heart apart. You sobbed by now, the tears making your vision blurry. He pushed you down the corridor and into your room.

“Get your things and get away from this house.”

You did as he said. The apartment wasn’t yours, you didn’t pay any of your bills. You spat on the plate you ate from, as they say. You had everything. Even if they tried to send you back, they still gave you everything you owned. And you were reckless enough to throw it all away.

Your hands trembled while you tried to fetch your luggage from the upper shelf of your closet. Your mother soon entered the room, and you hoped that for once she would stay on your side. That for once she’d coddle you, say everything would be okay and she would fix everything. But she didn’t. She didn’t even look at you. Just grabbed your clothes from the closet and the stuff off your drawers and shoved them all into your luggage and a few bags she’d found around.

“I’m so disappointed,” she whispered to herself before looking at you. “So disappointed. We put our trust in you. I should’ve never allowed you out of my sight in the first place.”

“Mom,” you cried out, voice a trembling mess. “Mom, I didn’t…”

“Save it,” she cut you, handing you a backpack. “Just save it.”

You walked out of the room with tears filled eyes, meeting your father by the door, waiting to lead you out. When you approached him, he resumed his grip onto your arm. “Too late for tears now.”

Pulling you towards the elevator, he went in with you. You wanted to it all to be over already, but he wasn’t keen on ending his torture.

“When this freak comes out of you, remember your parents. Remember those who have treated you right just for you to fuck them over. And I wish, oh how I wish it, that this kid treats you just as bad as you did us tonight. Get out of here, I don’t want you one feet close to this building. I don’t care where you go. You managed to find a guy's dick, you’ll figure things out. Leave.”

Throwing you onto the streets, you fell straight to the floor. He spat in front of you, and walked back into the apartment building. He told the doorman something, probably to never let you in ever again. Struggling, you stood up, grabbed your stuff with trembling hands, and walked away. 

You didn’t know where to. You just knew you needed to go. As the tears blurred your sight, you walked into the darkness of the night. Aimless, senseless, and you hoped for, painless. But the aching on your heart told you you’d have a long night ahead. Alone, cold, pregnant, and fucked over.

Great. Just fucking great.

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[mythicalmyles]

congrats on all the followers!!! you deserve it 🥺

i was wondering if you’d be up for Brian/Hoody x reader where reader is Tim’s little brother? full creative liberty i only ask that it’s absolutely depraved and perverse 💗

😈 i like ur thinkin (readers 18 turning 19 soon), 18+

Hoodie was shocked when Masky had invited him to crash at his brothers, he hadn’t even known he’d had one. He wasnt going to pass up the possibility of a warm night on a comfy bed. Hoodie had silently watched the two talk, Masky had gotten up causing them both to shoot him questioning looks.

“The boss needs me to uh. Pack some stuff thats due to be shipped at four am.” (Name) still had a questioning look but didn’t pry further. “Need help?” Masky shook his head. “I gotta do this one alone.” Hoodie just nodded and sat back, making himself comfortable.

(Name) put on a movie after some awkward silence once Masky had left. “I hope you like The Warriors.” (Names) voice was soft and Hoodie couldn’t help but stare down his ass as he bent over to slide the DVD in. (Name) made his way to the sofa, sitting back where he had previously sat if just a little further from Hoodie.

The larger male hid his grin, he was a pretty little thing. He’d look prettier bent over with Hoodies’s cock ramming into his guts. As much as Hoodie wanted to pounce on him he held himself back. “You can take Masky’s bed, it’s in my room if thats okay?” (Name) knew not to expect Masky back anytime soon and he couldn’t be bothered setting up the spare bed. “Thats cool.”Hoodie’s voice was deep and he didn’t miss the way the smaller males eyes racked over his body.

(Name) made it halfway through the movie before yawning for the millionth time and standing up, stretching his body out. “I’m gonna go sleep, uh, don’t worry about waking me im a heavy sleeper, night.” Hoodie had to bite his lip to stop a smirk painting his face. “Goodnight.” He called back. “Thank you for that information.” He spoke softly to himself, listening to the sound of the other flop onto his bed.

—————

Hoodie stayed until the credits rolled before he made his way through to the bedroom. He chuckled at the snores that came from (Name), if he slept as deep as he snored Hoodie was in for a good night.

Hoodie climbed right over the pullout bed and slotted himself in behind (Name), wrapping his arms around his midsection as he pulled him in close. (Names) snoring didn’t change and Hoodie smirked, he was so vulnerable. Anything could happen while he slept, he didn’t even feel Hoodie’s hand slip into his pyjamas and start playing with his cock.

Hoodie felt victorious as the boy kept snoring while he played with his cock, his thumb rolled over the tip, spreading his precum. (Name) involuntarily twitched and Hoodie paused, relaxing when (Name) kept snoring.

Hoodie pulled back, manoeuvring the smaller male onto his stomach. Hoodie pulled down his pyjamas enough to expose his ass, Hoodie bit his lip at the sight of (Names) hole. He moved himself onto his stomach, pushing his arms under (Names) hips and pulling his ass apart. Hoodie’s tongue liked a stripe over his hole, continuing despite (Name) jumping at the attention to such a sensitive area. As expected he kept snoring, except small whines and moans would fall from his lips every now and then as Hoodie’s tongue circled his rim, teasing by pushing in slightly.

Hoodie broke his restraint, diving face first into (Names) ass. Hoodie’s relished as his best friends little brother starter moaning louder the faster Hoodie tongue fucked him. “Wh-whats happening?” (Name) suddenly moaned out, Hoodie chuckled against his hoke causing him to whine and push back into the new sensation.

Hoodie’s kept him in place as he continued eating him out, smirking at the cries that fell from him. (Name) moaned loudly and couldn’t help but grind his ass back onto Hoodie’s face. Hoodie’s slide one of his hands further down so he could slide one of his fingers into (Names) hole. Hoodie’s growled as (Name) squealed, loosing his mind. The feeling of being stretched and having Hoodie’s wet tongue play with his hole was euphoric.

He knew his brother would probably be really mad if he walked in on his best friend tongue fucking his little brother. (Name) couldn’t help but moan at the thought, he wanted Hoodie’s cock inside of him. He was quiet but he seemed dangerous, like a blinking red light was going off above his head. But (Name) had always been attracted to shiny things.

“You like that? God i wonder what your brother would say.” Hoodie gruffed out as he pulled back, an evil glint in his eye aa (Name) let out a moan. “Ah-no! Please do-ont tell him.”Hoodie slid another finger in, stretching out (Names) hole. (Name) moaned and pushed his ass out, getting high pitched when Hoodie’s fingers sunk deeper into his hole.

“You want me to stuff my cock in here?”Hoodie questioned, relishing in the whine that left Hoodie little brother. Hoodie slapped his ass hard enough to leave a print of his hand, his fingers still fucking his hole. “Please! Please stuff me.” He cried out as Hoodie slapped his ass four more times.

Hoodie’s grinned and pulled his fingers out, quick to replace them with his cock. Hoodie grabbed (Names) hair, pulling him so his back was flat against Hoodie’s chest, cock completely sheathed in the smaller male. “Tell me how much you love it pretty boy.” (Name) shook as he moaned. “So good, so full.” Was all he managed to gasp out as he leaned back into Hoodie, stretched more then he ever had been. “You’re a virgin arent you?”Hoodie laughed. “Ah! So what?” (Name) questioned as Hoodie assaulted his prostate, slamming deep and hard into him.

Hoodie paused for a moment, circling (Names) hips against his cock. The door opened and footsteps made their way to the couch, both Hoodie and (Name) pausing as they heard a body flop onto it. “Oh. Big brothers home, you better be a good boy and be quiet. Im sure you don’t want you’re big brother hearing you moan like a whore for his best friends cock.”

(Name) whimpered as Hoodie’s hand gripped his mouth, the other gripping his neck as he fucked him deep. “Think he’ll come in? See me balls deep in your greedy little ass?” (Name) whimpered behind Masky’s hand, body convulsing as he finally came. He clenched around Hoodie almost unbearably tight causing him to cum, Hoodie’s rode out their highs before collapsing onto the bed, turning (Name) over. Hoodie’s mouth found his nipple and he began lightly sucking on the bud, he smirked up at (Name) as his hand moved to circle his other nipple. (Name) covered his mouth, trying to stop his moans from reaching Masky.

Hoodie chucked before finally pulling away, moving up to steal a kiss from (Name). Hoodie was quick to dominate the kiss, his hands around (Names) neck as he pushed him into the mattress. “You belong to me now.”

[luveline]

hello miss j!!! i hope you're doing fine! ilysm

can i please request sunshine x grumpy trope with sirius? but like the reader is the grumpy one?! maybe like they're at a party and she's so annoyed by the people around? def not self indulgent eheheh

only if you feel like it tho, no pressure baby <3333

hi miss h ily im good and i hope you are too! sorry this took so bloody long and tysm for ur request, it was lovely 🥺 sunshine sirius is <3 SLIGHT NSFW FOR SUGGESTION NOT GRAPHIC

You try your best - you do. You don't want to be unsociable, or unkind, or frosty, but everyone is so loud. You're getting bumped, and jostled and wedged against side tables. Your legs are a dark monet of bruises and sore spots, battered in by people's pushing and clumsy footing, and you just want to scream. 

Some poor unsuspecting boy steps on your foot and you can't help yourself. "Watch where you're going, you fucking cu-" 

Warm, long arms under your armpits. Fingers pressed to your chest haphazardly. Sirius pulls you backwards and away from your victim, gentle but absolute. You let yourself be dragged, going limp in his arms to piss him off. 

It doesn't work, obviously, because something about this boy lives to be your opposite - he's always, always smiling when he's around you. It's admirable and infuriating. 

When you're out of the way of partygoers he rights you, giving you a quick squeeze from behind, face hooked over your shoulder. You shrug out of his arms and turn to him, still mildly annoyed. 

"I'm not a doll. You can't just pull me around wherever you want, idiot." 

"Baby, you were about to make a young man cry. What's the matter?" he asks. 

You like him for a thousand reasons, but this is one of the best ones. He doesn't think you're a bitch despite the insistence of almost everyone who knows you, doesn't think you're mean. And you're not. You're just at a predisposition for anger - a propensity to react. You can't help being a little sour, and Sirius never gives you shit for it.

"I's so loud," you grumble, frowning deeply. "And people keep stepping on me. Like I'm invisible." 

"Yeah? Your legs hurt?" he asks. 

You nod reluctantly. His sunshine smile puckers almost imperceptibly and his eyebrows furrow. 

"It's a little quieter in the kitchen. Wanna go in there?" 

He's lying. It is not quieter in the kitchen, but you do find yourself less overwhelmed as he sequesters you from harm, his body a barrier between you and the hubbub. The kitchen counter behind you presses into your back and you whine to yourself. 

"Here," Sirius says, hands out. "Jump up. Can't get stepped on up there." 

He helps you climb up on the counter and you feel like you can finally breathe. He sidles in close, one hand on your thigh, his heat sinking in through your stiff trousers. The other pushes behind your shoulder blades, body to body in a half hug. 

You let your head flop onto his shoulder. "I don't want to be here, Sirius." 

It's selfish to say when you know how much he enjoys himself here, but it's true. 

"How come?" he asks, without a hint of annoyance.  

"I don't- I'm not meant for stuff like this." 

"How can you say that? You're the prettiest person here, for starters, and-"

"Second prettiest." 

"What?" 

You can't say it, can't ruin all your cool girl rep by telling him how pretty he really is, but you think he gets it. His face goes bright, eyes wide and shining, smile a beatific beam. It's contagious and you smile for a second before doubling down into annoyance, embarrassed with yourself. 

"You're not right." His denial is hard to take any notice of when he's grinning like a fool, head dipping down to be a half inch from your own. He talks in a murmur, "You're much, much prettier than me. You're gorgeous." 

The way he says it, gorgeous, like it's less of a compliment and more of a name, like it's your name, made of something warm and melting. You get goosebumps, a wave of chills from your face to your spine to your toes. Worse, you feel your fondness for him burning hot in your mouth and worry it's going to spill out; you dig your face into his shoulder to prevent this, lips crushed to his jacket. 

"If you really don't like it, we could leave," he says. 

"No," you say, and then louder when you remember how loud it is in here, "no, Siri," and that's a double whammy - his fingers tighten around you, his lips push into your hair, "you're having a good time. Let's stay. I'm being a negative Nancy." 

He laughs like this is the funniest thing you could've said and his hand scrubs up your quickly relaxing back. "Babe, if you're not having fun then I'm not. And you're not a negative Nancy, dummy. The way you react to certain-" he fumbles here, picking his words with a care that further melts your heart, "stimuli, and the way you process your feelings, it's all fine. You're allowed to not meet everything with a smile, you know?" 

"I know, I just… you're always so happy. And I'm not. I feel awful, 'cos I should be happy." When I'm with you. 'Cos you're the best thing to ever happen to me. 

"I'm not offended, if that's what you're worried about." 

You feel an extreme irritation then, with yourself and this stupid fucking party. 

"I like you exactly how you are," he says, lips brushing your forehead. You look at him through your lashes, see his lopsided smile, the quirk of his lips a comfort in their familiarity. 

"I like you more when you're not so soppy," you tell him. 

He barks a laugh. "Not what I gathered last night," he murmurs, pulling back. It's a good thing he does. You scowl and pull your head off of his shoulder, abashed at the mention of what might've been the gooeyist, most awful heart melting sex of your life. 

"Oh, you're so fucking quick to use that one against me. I'm never fucking you again," you lie. "I'm celibate." 

"Don't be like that."

"No more niceness for you. I'm gonna be a total bitch." He hates that word because you hate that word and goes to interject, but you barrel over him. "You're such a dickhead, I swear." 

You can tell he's biting his cheek to stop from laughing. "How can I make it up to you, sweetness?" he asks, unperturbed. 

"Can we go home?" You drop as much of the attitude as you can, then, because you love him, and he's really quite lovely. You still sound sullen. 

He smiles like it's all he wants in the whole world. "Yes, please, princess," then, under his breath, "celibacy, huh? How long is that gonna last?" 

"Forever," you promise. 

"Well, best get some popcorn before we go. I'll havta give you quite a show - change your mind." 

[silkscream]

love at first sight with peter parker please but the reader is dating harry osborn?🥺

you thought you knew what love was, but you didn’t. you didn’t think that the first time you would feel it that it would hurt -- and looking at him hurt. you didn’t know why.

you were fairly new to new york, only having moved there for school and immediately catching the eye of scientist’s son and socialite harry osborn. you were lucky to have harry, you thought -- who else would introduce you to new people, take you to his fancy little parties?

this one in particular is rather tame, and by tame, you mean that you’d been there for maybe an hour and thirty-seven minutes without anyone offering you a bump of coke or losing harry completely in the sea of bodies around you. girls in designer clothing with perfect french manicures, the room reeking of an amalgam of ysl black opium, of prada candy, of chanel no. 5. 

you’re rather calm now, but for some reason your eyes keep straying from the stranger you and harry are talking to. instead, your gaze lands upon a boy in the corner, stanced similarly as you. slightly uncomfortable but calm, gripping a red solo cup. flushed cheeks and brown hair and a darling crooked nose. 

he looks your way and your heart stops. he smiles and you think your aorta is getting suffocated by the mess of arteries inside your sternum. and oh, god, he’s walking over to you right now.

“pete! what’s up, man?” harry grins, throwing an arm around the boy lazily along with something of a handshake or a fist bump. “can’t believe i actually got you to come out.”

“per mj’s request,” peter shrugs. “and yet... i’m pretty sure she ditched me for some girl she’s been ogling since we got here.”

“speaking of girls, this is mine. can’t believe i haven’t introduced you guys yet.” harry’s arm cinches around your waist. you want to pry it off of you.

“hey! um, i’m peter.”

he’s so boyish, but prettier up close. he smells faintly of citrus.

say something, you idiot.

you tell him your name and he repeats it. it rolls off his tongue in a way that makes your knees nearly buckle. you barely hear the drone of harry’s voice, saying something about greeting someone else. you’re just relieved once you feel his grip release, leaving you and peter alone. 

you would think that you would calm down after a few minutes, but no, you’re left to stare at a freckle on the side of peter’s neck while he asks you mundane questions about yourself.

“do you, um... do you wanna go to the kitchen and make some drinks with me?” he asks sheepishly.

with me. with me. with me.

“i’d love to,” you smile, cheeks burning hotter than the sun.

[lexxiie]

What about mha boys + LoV if you fell asleep on them while cuddling? 🥺👉👈

Falling Asleep On Them While Cuddling

I don't think I'll be doing this as headcanons. It'll be nice to try something new.

Featuring: Shouto Todoroki | Katsuki Bakugo | Hawks | Dabi | Shigaraki.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Notes: I always write the students as pro-heroes (adults)

SHOUTO TODOROKI

You were watching a movie in your living room. The time you had with your boyfriend had been considerably reduced lately due to his job. He was a great hero. People really liked him, his approval rate was incredibly high. You were very proud of him, but this all meant that days like this were unusual.

You had your arms wrapped around his left bicep and your head resting on his shoulder while he caressed your hand with his thumb. He loved moments like this, he loved to have you like this. He could feel how much you loved him, how much you cared about him with every touch of your skin.

When he felt your little hands slowly releasing his arm, he did not like it one bit. He hummed and caressed your hand a bit faster to let you know that he wanted you to keep holding him, but he didn't recieve any response from you.

When turned to look at you, you were completely out. Your mouth was even a little bit open. He couldn't help but laugh lowly at your expression... You would hate your face if you could see it right now. The thought of it only made him laugh louder.

He didn't want to wake you up when you looked this comfortable, so he decided to wrap a blanket around both of you and join you on your nap while resting his head on yours.

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Katsuki never let you do any cooking, ever. He says it is because you are an atrotious cook, but what he truly means is that he wants to help you a bit since he knows how much you do around the house, and he also loves cooking for you.

Today, he was preparing your favorite dish. You had been feeling more tired than usual lately and he suspected you might have a slight cold, so he wanted to spoil you a bit. He even took a couple of days off of work to be with you.

He brought you your food to bed and layed next to you to keep you company. When you finished your food, you turned to him and buried your face in his chest.

You had been like that for a while when he decided he was still hungry. "Hey, (y/n) I'll go get a snack. Do you wants some?" He got no response. He said your name again but recieved no response, again.

When he finally looked down, he noticed that you were asleep. And you looked so, so pretty... He couldn't help but take a picture of your face resting on his chest to make it his home screen. He was still hungry but since he didn't want to wake you up, he stayed in bed a little longer.

HAWKS | KEIGO TAKAMI

Keigo was a busy man, but he always seemed to have some time for you. He had planned a date in your garden today; he did this to compensate you for all the time he is gone during the week. You both had already finished the desert he bought and were now resting.

You were both laying on the grass, one of his arms behind his head while you rested your head on his chest, both of your bodies making a "t" shape. He had his other arm caressing your hair lovingly.

"You know dove, I might retire right now if it means that every day will be like this for the rest of our lives." He sincerely thought that was one of his most romantic lines ever and was very proud of it, which is why it bothered him when he had no reaction from his lover. It was bad for his pride, especially because he meant what he said.

When he turned to you with the full intention to complain about your lack of reaction, he noticed that you were asleep. His frown suddenly softened as he looked at you the way one would look at a cute puppy. He really was lucky to have you, huh? He had never seen anything prettier. Your face kissed by the sun and your body surrounded by grass and flowers... It looked like a scene right out of a movie. He took your hand in his and stared at you until he fell asleep too.

TOMURA SHIGARAKI

To say that you were the only thing in this world that made him happy would be an understatement. Every moment spent with you had a special place in his heart, even if he doesn't say it often. Or at all.

He loved to do this. He loved taking baths with you. There was something very intimate about it, even when everything you did was hold each other while enjoying the warmth surrounding you.

You felt so at ease with your back resting against his chest, his cheek pressed to the crown of your head. His caresses on your shoulders made everything even better. His life hadn't been easy; he would never refer to it as "happy" or anything of the sort, but when he was with you, right now... It felt right. He felt as if things couldn't be better, almost glad for everything he went through only for leading him to this very moment.

He lifted his head from yours only to get closer to your ear. "I love you, (y/n)." He didn't say this very often, which is why it surprised him not hearing the 3 special words coming out of your mouth as well. You would always get excited whenever he said them, responding immediately. He would promise himself to tell you he loves you more often each time.

When he turned your head gently to look at you, he realized you had fallen asleep. That's how safe you felt around him. That meant a lot to him. The water was getting cold, so he decided to wrap you in a towell and carry you to bed so that you wouldn't get a cold. He made sure to dry your body without waking you up. When you were finally dry, he layed next to you and wrapped his arms around his favorite person. It didn't take much time for him to fall asleep as well.

DABI | TOUYA TODOROKI

Arguing with this man was a daily occurence. You hated the way he destroyed himself, the way he destroyed what you loved the most. But you could never stay mad at him for long. How could you? How could you when he asked you for forgiveness and told you how much he loved you, that everything he did was because of you? How could you on days like today, when he would literally force you to forgive him?

You chose your little apartment because of the beautiful window on the living room. It was large and had some space big enough for two people to sit and watch the city, almost like a little balcony.

Touya and you could spend hours on that window, holding each other, but you were way too angry at him today, his skin smelled because of how badly he had burnt it. He needed you, though. He didn't want to fight today, so he carried your body over his shoulder and took you to the window, placing your body in fornt of his and wrapping his arms around your torso, head buried on your neck.

Your complaints were totally ignored, which only made you angrier. You tried to break free from his grip, accidentally hitting one of his wounds. He left out a low grunt, but didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that." He chuckled. "I deserved it anyways, doll." You left out a sigh as you accepted your defeat, placing your hands on his.

After a while, Touya felt the familiar sensation of guilt he had every time he disappointed you. "I'm sorry, (y/n). I know I promised to be more careful... I'm trying, but it's not that easy." He thought you were still mad when you didn't say anything. "C'mon, doll. Talk to me." Again, nothing. That's when he noticed that you were asleep, your hands still gripping his as if they were afraid to let go. He needed to keep his promise. He had to. He didn't want to miss a life with you.

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✿ This is connected to Parallelism // continuation of Pumpkin Slayer.

✿ Respective order here: MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Reader (pumpkin) and Eddie have a sleepover, Steve is not okay with the idea:)

Warnings: Reader’s official nickname is pumpkin/ One hint-mention to sex, micro talks of giving birth/ its implied reader is short and speaks Spanish/ “Graphic” talks of body dysmorphia, eating disorders, self harm, anxiety, self love (DO NOT READ THIS if you are uncomfortable with these themes) pre fluff?/ my way of writing can be CRINGE

A/N: They’re really falling in love🥺

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Why I can’t get 0 on this shit? ugh.

you think in your head, frying your brain trying to finish your math homework in Health class, so you wouldn’t have to do anything for the rest of the week. Beside you is Eddie, pretending to watch the pregnancy documentary that was on the school projector.

“Holy shit, pumpkin, look at that!” you stop working to see in his direction, then to the projector. You’re disgusted when a graphic childbirth scene was being shown, some classmates let groans and ew sounds. There’s nothing weird about seeing a poor baby trying to get out of her mother's genitals, but all the blood and fluids are… compromising.

“More than disgusted, I’m terrified” you express to your friend. It was weird, December was starting and Eddie Munson was your new best friend. Not that you changed Steve or anything, but you knew he had good company with Robin, you liked to joke with her about her stealing your boy. Eddie turned into your other half since Nancy was so busy with the school newspaper, you didn’t have any class with your freshman buddies, and Max was like a ghost.

“Of all the blood and gore?” he asked smiling at you. You shake your head, denying.

“No, Eddie. Of a watermelon head fetus ripping a vagina” some guys looked at you weirdly. But Eddie was laughing so hard.

“I’ll be terrified too. But I don’t have to worry about that” crossing his arms, he turned to see your homework.

“Not in this life…” you stated. Your friend looked at you, processing your words, then he smiled again.

“You’re mean, pumpkin” you liked that he called you like that. Some students thought you were dating Eddie.

Fact that none of you knew yet.

“I’m open to possibilities. You know?” he was looking at you, he was scanning every detail of your face. Eddie was right, he was in love with you.

“That’s the homework? You’re gonna help me right?” this time you laughed a little harder.

“That depends, you gonna drive me home tomorrow?” Fridays were longer days for you two, Eddie had Hellfire Club meetings and you had dance classes. Around 5:00 pm you would be at home.

“Sure, sweetheart” Eddie tried to avoid giving you pet names, it was already slightly suspicious that he constantly called you just pumpkin, when everyone called you by your name or in fact, pumpkin slayer.

“What’s that with your hair?… ew, Do you have lice? stay away from me” you point out when he scratched his head for the third time, laughing harder, your teacher gave you a look, a look that indicated you had to shut up.

“What? No!, I-, I have… dandruff” Eddie whispered, you nodded letting an aww sound.

“You have to wash your hair, Eddie,” you say to him, making fun of the situation.

“I do wash my hair…” you look at him with raised eyebrows, and he sighs.

“Okay, maybe not every day. I don’t have a girl night ritual routine like I suppose you do” he had a point, you found the answer to your homework, pleased to know you were free, you turned to see your friend.

“But you would’ve prettier, a princess with shiny curls” you laughed harder. Eddie got blushed, but he pretended to be laughing too.

“You’re an idiot” Eddie said gently pushing you.

“Oh my god!, I have a great idea. Let’s have a sleepover!” Eddie opened his eyes, he wasn’t sure if he heard correctly.

“What?” you nodded happily, closing your notebook and book.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun. We can watch movies, I can enhance your hair, you won’t eat junk food. Oh!, and I’ll see that horror movie you want me to watch” apparently you were excited, and Eddie thought you were kidding. But once he realized you wanted to have a sleepover with him, he felt he was in the clouds, you were very different from every other girl in the 80s.

“Alright, we’ll have a sleepover” he liked to pretend he wasn’t so excited as you. The bell rang and you let a happy squeal.

“Okay, Friday at my place,” you said, grabbing your coat and bag. Eddie thought you looked perfect, this time with some jeans, a tight sweater, and some brown boots that matched the coat. He was going to get a shower, just for you.

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“Since when do you like to watch horror movies?” Steve asked curiously.

You paid a visit to him and Robin at their work, plus you were about to rent some movies for your sleepover with Eddie.

“I don’t. I mean, I don’t hate them but it’s not my preference” you state before sipping at your cherry slurpee. Robin looks at you suspiciously, then she does a funny arch with her brow, so you laugh. “What?”

“Didn’t you say that you were going to have a slumber sleepover with Munson?” the fake innocence in Robin’s voice makes you irritated.

“Oh, fuck you. I thought we were friends” you say funnily, she winks at you, but Steve jumps in awe.

“No fucking way, NO!. Now Eddie Munson is your best friend?“ and that was the reason you didn’t want Steve to know, so you sigh.

“Are you being my protective brother or my jealous best friend right now?” a brain freeze hits you, making you caress your forehead.

“I think he’s being both,” Robin says casually, moving some boxes around.

“I’m being your overprotective brother right now… I don’t like you hanging around with that guy, I’ve only heard bad things about him” he says more calmly. You understand, everyone thought Eddie was a bad person, some of them knew he is a drug dealer, others that he was the king and master of the Hellfire Club, and other knew both. But he’s your boy, he’s a D&D nerd, he’s obsessed with metal music and his daily routine might not be the best, but everyone around him had to admit he was being nicer and decent, all because of you.

“I know, I know how everyone perceives him. But I know him, it’s like… you’re my best friend, like a brother. But with him, he’s my best friend like a soulmate, I don’t know…” you quickly say giving another sip to your drink.

“Girl, Do you like him more than a friend? You sounded like that…” Robin questioned, stopping her job.

“NO!. God no, no, no. Eddie’s not my type. Nop…” Deep down you knew maybe you were starting to like your friend more than you should, but you didn’t even realize it yet.

“All right, then there are no sexual motives to worry about, you can have your sleepover with Munson, pumpkin” Steve looks outraged at Robin.

“ROBIN! So now you’re on her side?” the girl laughed, shaking her head. You get a little nervous at your friend's supposition, and it made you thought if people in school or town believed you were fucking Eddie. That would be very fucked up, cause you were a virgin, and Eddie’s too.

“See? Thanks, now I will stop saying you are a Steve’s stealer” Robin accepts the cash you give for the movies and she smiles mischievously, while Steve grunts in disbelief.

“Well, I don’t trust him, but I trust you. And I know you’re gonna call me if anything happens, Right?” he asks, watching you curiously, eagerly waiting for you to answer.

“Of course, that’s why you’re my big brother. Love you, bye Robin!” you say goodbye as you walk away and head out of the store.

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You light up some candles as you sing along to El Ataque de las chicas cocodrilo from Hombres G, you were loving their new album, so it was cool to have a radio station that played songs in Spanish at a long distance and worked in Hawkins.

“Dude, I look ridiculous” you turned to see Eddie opening the door of the bathroom, with a towel on his hair and a face mask. You weren’t surprised to see that his pajamas were some old band shirt and the most wrinkled plaid pants. He took a shower while you finished your skincare and finished cooking some banana bread to dine.

“You look so cute” laughing, you got closer to see his face covered in the white cream.

“How long do I have to leave this shit?” Eddie entered your room, going straight to the mirror on your vanity to look at his face.

“Fifteen minutes” giggling you got beside him, looking at him through the mirror. He noticed you were very short compared to him. And without any makeup, you looked like you were fifteen, for sure he considered you the cutest person in the world.

“Jesus… Can we start playing the movie?” he asked seeing you now, you nodded. Going to your living room, you turned on the tv and then went to the kitchen, with Eddie following you behind.

“We’re eating potatoes with cream and vegetables. And look!, I made banana bread” the excitement in your voice makes him happy, and he helps you take the dessert to cool off.

“Dustin and Mike said you were the best chef in town, guess they were right…” you don’t know if you’re visibly blushing, but you feel hot in your face.

“Those boys always forced me to cook the biggest meals in history” Eddie can imagine the boys asking for the hardest dishes to prepare, he smiles and grabs some forks to eat.

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The movie finished a couple of hours ago, your aunt wasn’t coming back until Monday, and Poltergeist scared you a little, so having Eddie with you was a bigger help. Eddie was on your bed, watching you dancing around, your player was still on, and this time Cascades from Siouxie and the Banshees was playing a little loud.

“I love this band so much!” you say, landing in your bed. With your arms open, your hand brushing Eddie’s leg.

“Probably it’s the only band I can tolerate from you” the weed in your system made you laugh and playfully punch Eddie’s leg.

“That’s new, you hate all the music I like. Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it…” the boy knows you’re a little high, he’s not that high, but he feels relaxed.

“What? It’s not my fault you’re not very metal” Eddie says, scanning your room. There are a lot of white Christmas lights, you have tons of books and girly perfumes, the colors hot pink and orange invade the walls and some of the furniture, and the glitter and sparkles around make everything look so interesting. He decides to say you have a psychedelic room, and he loves it. “I like your room, it’s so; interesting”

“I‘ve never been the interesting girl,” you say covering your face.

“For me, you’re very interesting,” he says, giving you a big smile. You look at him when you open two of the fingers covering your face.

“You know why I left Hawkins last year?” when Eddie doesn’t answer, you continue. It was a good time to tell him, you were okay enough to share that part of you now. “There was this guy named Tim, he was this cute shy boy, and I was the chubby girl, we were some nerds. He said very beautiful things about me, I thought he was the one…”

“He wasn’t.” there’s a coldness in your voice, but you sound very normal about it. “He came to homecoming with this blonde perfect girl who used to do adult movies, and he said to his friends I was not that hot. It was a bit humiliating” Eddie wasn’t expecting that, he never thought you would have a story like that with the drama and being bullied. “Maybe it wasn’t the big deal, but it awakened something in me. I was a sophomore, we used to be pretty stupid at that age”

“It might sound ridiculous, but I was going mad. To the point I… I cut my stomach with some seamstress scissors” Eddie doesn’t make a sound but his eyes go wide, that surprised him. When he looked at you, nothing in his head could associate you with eating disorders and weight trauma. You looked fine, you were perfect for him, a natural perfect human. “It became something… mental, a mental issue that made me feel anxious to fit in everything; school, friends, clothing. No body knew what was going on with me”

“My parents decided to take me back to California after the emergency surgery, later on, with some therapy and doctor appointments I did the right thing. And here I am, happily living. But I don’t think I’m the interesting girl, I’m just the normal girl., a very cool normal girl” finally, you let him know your biggest insecurity, the attention, and compliments people gave you and how much it scared you being in that position again. “You might think I’m crazy or stupid for this, but, it’s not the same anymore, I’m okay. I like myself now, I just wanted to tell you, Eddie”

Not that it affects you the same amount as it used to do, but it is still uncomfortable to feel like people like you when all they could do is belittle you behind your back. You sit and look straight at him.

“That’s bullshit!” he nearly screams, looking vaguely at your ceiling “People are stupid, not you. Even me, but believe me, you’re not stupid, or crazy.”

“Whoever has made you feel like that are assholes. Because you are the coolest girl I’ve ever met, you’re so cool that you decided to know a freak like me. Everything about you is fine, pumpkin, believe it or not.” the ways Eddie says it, makes you go to throw yourself at him and hug him. You hide your face on his chest while your arms wrap around his neck.

“Never let me go, Eddie. You’re so special to me, you’re so fine” he doesn’t know very well how to react, he wasn’t used to sharing affection, but with you, it was different. He realized that he loved you, it was real love. He never cared so much for anyone, his parents weren’t the most present in his life, and his uncle was good to him, but he knew he had disappointed him so much. Now, he had you, a gorgeous smart, and good girl who cared for and trusted him. Even you were the reason why he was starting to care for his freshman friends.

“You condemned yourself when you sat with me on the first day of classes,” he said, accepting your hug, and gently wrapping your waist. He felt so good, cozy, and warm with you, in the lights of your room, with the soft music playing.

“I’m the best friend of the coolest freak in Hawkins” after turning off every light. You go back to bed with him, and both of you cuddle together. At that moment, you completely fell in love with Eddie Munson, and he pressed you against his chest, you knew this had to be your boy. Not right there, but maybe after graduation, you could go somewhere together.

“Who thought my best friend would be a psychedelic girl” you laugh, feeling sober again, and you know it’s real, everything you are feeling for him it’s real, and you hope he reciprocates your feelings in the future.

“I’m not!, but I like the word. P-S-Y-C-H-E-D-E-L-I-C” Eddie sighs without letting you go. It’s fun, being in the darkness saying stupid things.

“Hey, Christmas is coming, you should go with me to California. My parents would love you, they were just like you in their teen days” this time, he laughs, but he goes pink just about thinking it. Meeting your parents, traveling with you, he was starting to question if you liked him just the way he liked you.

“I’ll think about it, remember I lost my ID” that was true, you even left a little note on his trailer to get an appointment to get a new one, of course, he forgot.

“Even if you don’t go with me, you still need to get a new ID, Mr.Munson” you feel nod behind you.

“Yes, mom” some minutes of silence, and it’s nice, to have his company. Eddie comforted you after telling him your biggest secret, you were happy, and you couldn’t wait to tell Nancy about it, she would kill you for falling in love with Eddie Munson, but he was everything to you.

He was everything to you.

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Can someone give me a brief summary of the chronology of volume 1?, I don’t remember!

(Yes, I think Tim that hurt reader is also THAT Tim who’s also known as fence/ fencing guy jijiji)

[johaerys-writes]

Could you pls do 3, 6, 15, 19, 23, 28 & 30 for patrochilles?

Thank you so much!!! I had so much fun answering these 💙💙

Who smokes and who pulls the cigarette from between their lips every time they try to light one? 

Okay so I have this headcanon that Achilles took up smoking at some point in highschool because he was hanging out with the Cool KidsTM, and every time he tried to light a cigarette Patroclus would pull it from his lips and bring it to his own, lighting it up himself instead. Then Achilles started doing the same. Sweet boys stealing kisses because they're both too shy and baby to confess their feelings 🥺

Who can fall asleep anywhere (and does) and who has to put them to bed?

Achilles falls asleep super easily - as soon as he closes his eyes, he's asleep in seconds. But I have a feeling he's more or less alert until he gets himself to bed, he isn't the type to fall asleep when he does not mean to. Patroclus, on the other hand, constantly falls asleep during movies lol, so Achilles always bridal carries him to bed and tucks him in 🥰

Who unconciously holds their breath the first time they kiss, and who pulls back and says, "Breathe..."?

Patroclus, 100%!!!! The first time they kissed he had a mini brain melt, and every time they kissed for a little while thereafter, until he was finally convinced that no, this isn't a dream or some sort of one-time thing, that he can actually kiss Achilles all the time now if he wants to. Achilles finds this very cute and adorable, hehe

Who has the plain black phone case, and who ordered one with cat ears off ebay?

Ooh that's a good one. I feel like Patroclus is the kind of person that doesn't really splurge on superfluous stuff, he's learnt how to get by with few things since he was a kid so most of his possessions are utilitarian. Achilles on the other hand lives to impress, so cat ear phonecase it is!! (Also, he's a catboy at heart 😸)

+Bonus headcanon: one of the very few things Patroclus splurges on is stationary, he has tons of notebooks, fun pens, highlighters, washi tape, you name it, and his notes at school and college are always super pretty. 

Who gets offended by the intensity of the other's crush on a celebrity?

Ahah that would be Achilles. He just can't accept that Patroclus can adore anyone other than him. I've been watching the Sandman recently and thinking about Patroclus going all heart eyes when the Corinthian shows up (because he's HAWT) and Achilles pouting until Patroclus reassures him that yes, Achilles is prettier and smarter and more charming and-- what? Yes, of course his hair looks better and yes Patroclus still loves him to the moon and back, and---

Who runs their battery down to 1% and who feels the need to charge theirs at 80%?

Achilles is totally the one to play fast and loose when it comes to charging his phone, whereas Patroclus not only makes sure his phone is fully charged before leaving home, but also tends to carry a power bank with him when he knows he'll be out for hours. Gotta be prepared for everything!!

Who would rather be barefoot if the setting is appropriate, and who has the huge and spectacular shoe collection (possibly also socks)? 

Achilles would 100% go shoeless or shirtless or pantless at any given opportunity because he's a shameless exhibitionist and loves wearing as little as possible. He also has a huge and expensive shoe collection because of course he would. However, fun socks are definitely Patroclus' department 😌

Feel free to send me more otp asks from this list!

[mathom-box]

The Fellowship of the Ring as Butterflies

Gandalf: Monarch Butterfly

-One of the most well known butterflies throughout the world, but difficult to distinguish from its counterpart, the Viceroy (aka, Saruman).

-”A weary pilgrim on the road”

-You see that bright cloak he wears? That means danger, for “Wizards are subtle, and quick to anger.”

Aragorn: Painted Lady

-Wingfoot Whomst??? This fellow migrates thousands of miles a year.

-Top-tier camo

-Despite their name, they’re actually very resilient. In fact, they are considered the hardiest of butterflies.

Legolas: Brimstone Butterfly

-Will probably outlive the whole fellowship. 

-Super, super pretty. I think he’s prettier than you. Males are iridescent, in fact.

-You see those clothes he’s wearing? Those are made to blend in with the woodland environment that is his home.

Gimli: Harvester Butterfly

-Small, but super smart and rugged.

-You don’t see many? They’re very rare. A small dwarvish population. Also, they’re good at hiding.

-Not everybody can tolerate lembas bread. ”Where’s the meat?”

Boromir: Common Buckeye

-Look at those eyespots. Would you like to see those peeking out from a tree? Those are made to deter predators.

-The Captain of the White Tower clothes fit for both high court and the wild. His wings can either carefully camouflage or stand out majestically, depending on the setting and position.

-The buckeye is very cautious. He knows what he’s doing, and he knows when you’re dangerous.

Frodo: Marine Blue

-Smol boy 🥺 It’s wingspan is only 2cm

-Very very furry, especially on the lower body and around the face. Such a little kitten.

-Little city boy

Sam: Large Skipper

-Despite what you may think, this lad is quite small. Only about 3cm.

-Chill af.

-Will %100 come hand out in your garden. He loves pretty flowers.

-Prey of the big green spiders that wait on top of the flowers. He will fight them tho.

Merry: Small Heath

-Wingspan of a little over 3cm. This is a small little guy.

-Handsome and Fashionable. Definitely has an excellent sense of style, but also very street smart. He knows how to blend in.

-He can be very passionate.

Pippin: Gray Hairstreak

-Cute and smol. They have about a 2cm wingspan. Just little babies.

-Flashy. Is that a hint of bright orange waistcoat I see peeking out there?

-They are super skittish and playful. They fly around in the grass, in the trees, wherever. You can see them everywhere, but the moment you step close, they’ve moved to the next flower.

-”What about second breakfast?”

(Bonus) Arwen: Blue Morpho