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[theshyspy]

harry with a shorter s/o (headcanon) - h.s

three different scenarios with h and his shorter s/o🫶

a/n: it’s fluffy and cute, kinda suggestive at one point

remember, reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! 🦋

When you're sad:

He just loved you, wanting to spend every second by your side when you felt unwell. Cancelling planes if he had any to make sure he’d be there if you wanted or needed anything.

You of course told him not to, and felt guilty for making him stay home with you.

“You’re the most important thing in my life. I love you, and right now my biggest priority is your well-being.”

He just loved taking care of you. You were always looking after in him, making sure he was okay and feeling loved. So when you let him do the same for you? His heart swelled and it meant the world.

He also knew you so well and was very aware of your tendency to forget to eat when the sadness became too much.

Lucky for you, one of his favourite things to do was cook for you (especially when you were sad). So he’d make your favourite meals and put on your comfort show as you ate together.

For dinner he wanted to do something more special though. Really show you how important you were to him and lift your spirits.

He’d light candles in the kitchen, play your favourite chill beatles and bring you with him as he made you a fancy meal.

You always wanted to keep him company when he cooked for you.

So he leaned down as you stood beside him, kiss your forehead before grabbing a hold on your waist, lifting you and placing you on the counter beside him. (He was a sucker for that).

The rest of the evening he just stood like that, placed between your legs and showing you that he really cared as you poured your heart out.

When you’re needy:

You came up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as your fingers traced the muscles on his abdomen.

“Hi to you too.” “Hi.”

He very much knew what you wanted and it wasn’t like he didn’t want it too, he just found it adorable when you tried to kiss him but couldn’t actually reach him.

He turned around, eyes fixed at you and a playful smile resting on his lips. The only thing on your mind: challenge accepted.

You’d lost count of how many times he’d done this. But it left you an expert, and you knew how to get to him, You had actually gotten pretty creative over the years:

It was the one time you’d placed yourself on the dinner table. You wrapped your legs around his torso the second he came over and flung your arms around his neck. He’d rest his hands under your thighs and lean his forehead against yours before pressing his lips on yours.

It was also the time when you stood on the couch in front of him, placing a finger on his chin and tilting his head to you before leaning in. (“That was so hot”)

Or when you jumped on his back, fingers lightly tugging at his hair as you placed kisses up his neck and jaw (he was quick to squeeze your thighs and refuse to let you down)

Now however, you wrapped a hand on his collar and tugged him down, quick to place your lips on his. He placed his arms on the wall behind you, body pressed against yours as he hung his head low.

When you’re scared:

He’d keep an eye on you throughout the night at parties, always staying in a relative radius to you. He trusted you, but he had seen enough men not get the message when they got rejected to leave you completely alone

He glanced over at you once in a while, not really paying attention to the man you were talking to.

At least not until he watched him take a step forward and you quickly took one back.

He sraightened up, putting his cup down beside him and stretching his neck to get a better look.

You had dealt with this so many situations like this, and he knew you could handle it perfectly on your own.

But when he saw your smile faltering, arms crossing protectively over your chest as your eyes scanned the room for him…

He was so quick to excuse himself from the conversation he’d been in, eyes fixed at you as he moved through the crowd.

Your eyes landed on him, and he could see the way your muscles relaxed as you let out a shaky breath.

“Hey, babe.”

He swept in beside you, arm finding its spot around your waist and resting protectively there as he pressed you against him. You smiled up at him, and he was quick to lean down for a kiss.

When you looked back up,the man still stood in front of you and huffed annoyed

Raising a brow, Harry looked at the man. “Can I help you?”

He immediately asked if you were okay or if you needed anything when he left. Hands cupping your cheeks as he stood in front of you and examined your face.

“I’m okay, I promise. Thanks for being here.”

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[darkarttt]

House of the dragon

Naerys Targaryen x Daemon Targaryen

Madness

The Great Hall of the Red Keep was alive with the sounds of merriment, as noble lords and ladies from across the realm gathered for a grand feast. The long banquet tables were laden with sumptuous food and exquisite wines, while musicians played lively tunes that filled the air. King Viserys Targaryen presided at the head of the hall, his presence exuding regal authority.

Amidst the revelry, Naerys Targaryen, the king's younger sister, entered the hall. Her demeanor was one of urgency, her silver-gold hair flowing behind her like a shimmering waterfall. Her violet eyes were wide and unblinking, as if she carried a message too important to be concealed.

"Make way, make way for Princess Naerys!" announced a herald, and the room fell into a hushed silence as all eyes turned to the young Targaryen woman.

Ignoring the astonished gazes upon her, Naerys strode forward until she stood before King Viserys, her breath quickening and chest heaving as if the weight of her words was crushing her from within. "Brother," she gasped, "I... I've seen it. The dance of the dragons. The bloodshed, the ruin, the tears that shall flow like rivers."

Viserys frowned, concern etching his features. "Naerys, what are you speaking of? You must compose yourself."

But Naerys seemed beyond reason, her voice taking on a desperate, almost prophetic tone. "The sigils shall clash, brother against brother, fire against fire. Our house shall be torn asunder, the flames of war consuming all that we hold dear."

A murmur spread through the hall as the guests exchanged bewildered glances. This unexpected intrusion had disrupted the festivities, and tension hung in the air like a storm about to break.

Viserys motioned for Ser Westerling, the stalwart knight who served as his chief of guards, to approach. "Ser Westerling, escort my sister from the hall. She is unwell and in need of rest."

Ser Westerling took a step forward but hesitated, casting a sympathetic glance at Naerys. "Your Grace, she is family. Perhaps it would be best to hear her out and address her concerns."

Viserys' patience wore thin. "You dare question my orders, Ser Westerling?"

"It's not a matter of questioning, Your Grace," Ser Westerling replied calmly. "It's a matter of listening to what she has to say. Her words may hold meaning."

Naerys clung to her brother's arm, her voice rising in intensity. "You must heed me, Viserys. We are on the precipice of a disaster, a war that will tear our family apart. The dance of the dragons approaches, and we cannot escape its fiery grip."

A mix of unease and discomfort settled upon the room. It was not often that such ominous prophecies were uttered in the midst of celebration. Viserys' patience was tested beyond its limits, his voice laced with a combination of frustration and authority. "Enough, Naerys! Your words are troubling, and they disrupt the harmony of this feast. I command you to leave this hall."

But as Ser Westerling moved to intervene, another figure stepped forward from the crowd. It was Lord Martell, his expression stern as he addressed the king. "Your Grace, may I have a moment to speak with the princess?"

Viserys regarded him warily but ultimately nodded. "Very well, Lord Martell. But be quick."

Naerys turned her attention to Lord Martell, her eyes gleaming with a strange intensity. "You see it too, do you not? The bloodshed that looms on the horizon?"

Lord Martell's voice was measured, his gaze unwavering. "I see a realm filled with uncertainty and complexity, Princess Naerys. Prophecies can be both true and deceptive, and the path forward is not always as clear as we hope."

Naerys shook her head, her hands trembling. "I've glimpsed the future, my lord. The dragons will clash, and our house will pay the price."

As the tension in the room escalated, Ser Westerling stepped forward once more, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "Princess Naerys, please, for your own well-being, come with me. Let us find a quiet place to talk."

But before Naerys could respond, a murmur rose from the guests as a tall, imposing figure emerged from the crowd. It was Prince Daemon Targaryen, his presence commanding attention and respect.

"Enough of this," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority that came with his reputation as a fierce warrior and skilled strategist. "If my sister has words to speak, then let her speak them here, before us all."

A hush fell over the hall as all eyes turned to Prince Daemon. He strode forward, standing beside Naerys with a protective air. "Speak, sister. What is it that you have seen?"

Naerys turned to her brother, her breathing still labored, but her voice steadier. "The dance of the dragons, Daemon. The realm will be torn apart, and our family will suffer unbearable losses."

Daemon regarded her with a mixture of skepticism and concern. "Prophecies are fickle things, Naerys. They may guide us, but they can also mislead. We must navigate the future with clear minds and strong hearts."

As the room held its breath, Ser Westerling's voice rang out, his loyalty unwavering. "Your Grace, may I offer a suggestion? If Princess Naerys' words are to be taken seriously, perhaps we should convene a council to discuss the matters at hand."

Viserys nodded, a flicker of agreement in his eyes. "Very well. I shall consider it."

But before further discussion could unfold, a sudden commotion drew everyone's attention. Lord Hightower, a man known for his quick temper, had taken matters into his own hands. He lunged at Naerys, attempting to silence her with a forceful gesture.

Ser Westerling's instincts kicked in, and he moved to intercept Lord Hightower. With practiced skill, he deflected the attack, preventing any harm from befalling Naerys.

The hall erupted into chaos as guests gasped, shouted, and hurriedly moved aside. The scene was one of disarray, a stark contrast to the earlier atmosphere of revelry.

Viserys rose from his seat, his voice echoing with authority. "Enough! This madness ends now. Guards, detain Lord Hightower."

As guards moved to apprehend the unruly lord, Ser Westerling's voice was clear and resolute. "Your Grace, I apologize for my insubordination earlier. But it was my belief that Princess Naerys should be heard. There is unrest in her words, and perhaps addressing it openly is the path to averted catastrophe."

Viserys regarded Ser Westerling with a mixture of frustration and acknowledgment. "Very well, Ser Westerling. We shall address this matter, but in a more controlled and private setting. Until then, let the feast continue."

As the feast gradually resumed its course, the tension in the air was palpable.

[erinwantstowrite]

is your halloween au a finished fic or is it still not posted yet?

it's an ongoing process!! i think 'oneahot' won the polls i made so now i have to figure out what exactly to write. i'm thinking that since LoF is canonically set in October (we're only just now into November), I could write an alternate world where Peter is already at the Wayne Manor for the day of Halloween and sees what the Waynes do each year. Alfred decorating the Manor, Bruce and Dami setting up for trick or treaters, Tim and Duke going through the process of summoning ghosts or smth Halloweeny. Maybe could have a "murder" mystery type? I love scary movies and mysteries, and I especially love writing them, so I think I might go along that route. Maybe have Peter and Steph trying to solve a mystery together and investigating the entire family... Might throw Maps in there too. Since Maps canonically loves mythology and that's like one of the central parts of her character, and the Waynes are all based on mythical creatures or fantasy elements, it'd be awesome to write her. It's an AU world, so anything can be used...

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Adoption | Steve Rogers

Pairing -> Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary -> It’s New Year’s Eve and your daughter wants to ask Steve a really important question.

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

Wordcount -> 0.7k

Prompt -> Sweet & Spicy Bingo | B3 | Fireworks | @sweetspicybingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | I2 | Free Space | @anyfandomfluffbingo

A/N -> This is the last oneshot for 2023, I want to thank you all for the support. Happy new year and we see us 2024 with new oneahots, my requests are open so feel free to send an ask. Thank you to @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for proofreading this one for me, it’s really appreciated.

Masterlist | Sweet & Spicy Bingo | AFG Fluff Bingo | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Adoption Part 2

You look at your daughter next to you; she shifts from one foot to the other and holds a piece of paper in her hands. She is almost squeezing it, but you understand it. Eva is nervous.

“Mommy? Do you think he will like it?” she asks and looks at you with her bright blue eyes.

You nod, placing your hand on her shoulder to encourage her. With your other hand, you open the door and reveal your garden, where your husband, Steve, is standing with a few fireworks around him.

“There you are, my favorite girl,” he says, smiling and looking at your daughter.

She isn’t his biological daughter, but he treats her like she is. From the day you first met and you introduced your daughter to him, he loved her and acted like she was his little princess. And she is; he always tells her and loves her like his little princess.

She runs into his arms and hugs him tightly while he wraps around her small body and spins Eva a few times around. She giggles and raises her arms while Steve spins her around. After a few more rounds of spinning her, he lets her down and looks at you.

He walks a step closer and kisses you softly. Steve’s hands grip your waist to pull you close against him. You slide your hands into his short, blond hair.

“Ready?” he whispers with a questioning look at your daughter.

She immediately nods and presses the paper tightly against her small body. In a few minutes, she can finally ask him the question she wants to ask him so badly.

Steve lets go of you and lifts her up to place her a few steps away from the firework. Then he walks back to it and kneels down.

"Sure, you’re ready? You know it’s something uncle Tony made,” Steve jokes.

Eva nods and grabs your hand into hers. Her big blue eyes follow every movement of Steve, and she giggles softly.

“Sure, daddy,” she mumbles while Steve lights the firework.

Then he stands up and walks towards you. He stands on the other side of Eva and places his hand on your back. When you look at the fireworks Tony made a few days ago, you see different pictures of your small family appearing in the sky.

Tears are glistening in your eyes, and when you look at Steve, you see him tearing up too. He smiles at you, and then you feel your daughter letting go of your hand and taking a step forward.

“Dad?” she asks, and Steve looks down at her, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it softly. “It’s midnight in 30 seconds, and I want to ask something,” she continues.

“Ask away,” he says, his eyes brightening with excitement when she hands him the paper.

Steve takes it and reads the first word before his jaw drops.

Adoption

He immediately looks at Eva again and then back at the paper, continuing to read it. It takes a while before he understands all the written words on the paper.

“You- Are you sure? I would love to adopt you,” he says, the tears in his eyes slowly rolling down his cheeks.

The tears are out of joy, and he can’t hold them back anymore. He loves that girl; he is proud to be the one he calls dad and comes to when she needs something, but he doesn’t think she will ask him to adopt her.

“Yes,” she grins at him.

Steve hands you the paper, and before you can really hold it, he has your daughter in his arms and kisses her face over and over again. Making sure he doesn’t miss an inch of that soft skin.

“Of course, I will adopt you. This is the perfect new year’s present,” he mumbles, and Eva places her hands on his face to look into his eyes while she giggles sweetly.

Steve holds her close to him with one hand while he wraps the other around your waist and pulls you close, kissing your lips softly. The three of you enjoy the rest of the fireworks before you go inside to celebrate the day with your friends and family together.

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[gamerbearmira]

I might add the oneahot book I have on Wattpad to my AO3. I know a lot of people prefer it over Wattpad anyway, plus I think I'll get more interactions, and I really wanna take requests so I can write more for aus that might not have a lot of writing content per say, of course, if I have enough source material to write.

Plus, not everyone has access to Tumblr, and on AO3, I'd still be able to take request and people wouldn't have to worry about making whole accounts just to view my content (because I know that tumblr bars you after a certain point for people without accounts.)

On Wattpad I already have around 24 parts, most of the stories posted on here, but some haven't even been shared on this blog.

Idk i just wanna give people easier access to the things I write. I know theres like a bajillion oneshot books, but one more can't hurt right? Besides, I wanna give the AO3 users who follow my stories some other, albeit inconsistent, content.

Idk what do y'all think 🤠 I probably will end up doing it tbh i always end up caving 💀

[ellaa-writes]

Ok so Lost Boy's (141 addition) is coming. But I also really want to write Ghost in the Blade universe so that's also coming. And I think he'd go really good with Dracula (probably also 141 addition) (these could probably be all 141 honestly). Please just give me time or/and I can do some oneahot/short fic's???

I need help!!

[philosophiums]

lies face down on the floor i wish i had the motivation and creativity to write again

[walmartbrandwhatever]

THE SECOND I STOP FEELING SICK IM GONNA WRITE A FIRST DATE ONEAHOT TRUST.

Why do these shots make them look like they’re on a first date and too shy to make a move

[raibebe]

Caaaan you feeeeel the love tonight? ~~ Alsoooo, I’m back yet again with another headcanon - assuming you’re still not bored with me c: (and hoping you haven’t done this one yet!) We’ve all seen Kihyun in chockers and damn, the things he does to us when he wears them. But my headcanon is that it would also do a lot of things to him when his partner would wear one of his chokers.

Okay but that actually made me feel things 👀

~~*~~

You knew Kihyun liked it when you submitted to him and who were you to ever deny him. But tonight you had wanted to submit to him in every way possible.

While searching through your drawers of what you should wear, your eyes fell on one of his thick black chokers with a silver ring attached to it. Slowly you took it out and felt the sturdy fabric before fastening it around your neck.

Smoothing out your black babydoll, you draped yourself along the many pillows on your bed, waiting for your boyfriend to come back home, rubbing your thighs together, already aroused by the mere thought of what he could do to you.

When you heard his keys turning in the lock followed by his soft footsteps, your heartbeat quickened. “I’m home angel,” you heard Kihyun’s voice before he opened the door to the bedroom and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.

“Will you play with me, daddy?” You asked him, an innocent smile on your red lips while you crawled over to the foot of the bed, baring your neck so he could get a good look at the leather wrapped around it, a stark contrast to your skin.

You felt his gaze darken when his eyes raked over your whole body but got caught on your throat. “Please daddy,” you whined when he didn’t make a move, “I’ll be a good girl I promise.”

“Do good girls get all needy for their daddy to fuck them that they can’t even wait until he gets home?” Kihyun asked, his voice much darker, almost breathless.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you daddy. Need you so badly,” you kept on pleading, squirming on top of the covers. “Don’t you like how I dressed up all for you?”

“Get on your knees,” he interrupted and motioned to the spot right in front of him. Eager to please you scrambled off the bed and neatly folded your hands on your knees.

“Such a good girl for daddy,” Kihyun hummed, hooking his finger into the silver ring on the collar to pull you closer to his crotch. “Are you going to show me how good you can be for me, babygirl?”

[peace-for-levi]

thinking of opening requests for oneahots/headcanons for Nanami Kento and Gojo Saturo from jjk when my degree is over!! but before you come into my inbox:

1. i am only roughly halfway through the Shibuya Arc atm (as of april 11th) in the manga, so canonverse requests must PREDATE that. (i am binging it fast though, so just ask me where i am before you request anything)

2. same rules on my profile apply here. i.e., dark content. i can write some, but not all. and the hard-nos include: cheating, graphic depictions of ab***, major character death.

- cece

[astralaffairs]

this is sort of random and out of the blue but out of all fics you’ve written, which fic would be your favourite?

ooooooo in general it's gotta be freedom of the press -- it's hands down my comfort fic -- BUT more specifically the oneahot on fear under stark dying lighting :))

[scuzznishimuraenthusiast]

hi i know you're a big dellivvy fan would you have any dellivvy fic recs?

hmmmm theres not many tbh,,, but @you-are-the-vacker-legacy has some good oneahots, and i have some oneshots on my wattpad! if you know of any others, pls comment em!!

[themansmansblog]

Hey can do a oneahot with braun strowman x. Reader where she is oldest daughter Roman reigns and she has been dateing wwe superstar braun strowman for awhile and they find out they are expecting they have to tell her dad roman and her mom. Galina. Please and thank u

Yes of course i can! And ahh!!! I'm in loveee with this concept!! It should be up sometime next week! 😁

[angelic-holland]

The haz oneahot was so cute, and sweet🥰 But also hot, I love the way he smirks~🍧

Ahh thank you! I also love the way he smirks ahahah

Wildflowers and Vanilla

[muffinmaster4life]

DONT, IM CRYING ROBIN XJWJJXJW

Am i becoming a sonic account

[storyof-eden]

16

16. What's the most ridiculous thing you've done to put off actually writing?

Straight up? Right now I'm using song editing software to combine a couple songs for a oneahot fic idea...