#real noice

[decaffeinated-artisan]

Love it when someone is fan-girling about a show/flim they like and you ask if its good and suddenly they go into critic reviewer mode like "the pacing is slow sometimes and some characters arent fleshed out BUT ITS A REALLY GOOD MOVIE PLS WATCH IT"

[2laffy2]

My Brother: *Try to explain how a shopping cart can be a car*

Me: *Process to destroy his ideas in anyways because i feel like it*

[loverofthewindgod]

Soooo... I've been SUPER productive being unproductive for like the last decade which is my own fault. (Laziness, depression, not in the mood, etc.)

Sketched my beautiful princess to get back in the groove and I wanted to share it with y'all! ^_^

[driftingballoons]

hey Madoka Magica episode 10

what the actual FUCK

[zuala-bear]

Winter! Sawsbuck Sygna Suit for this old lady bc yes-

Cane is also a snow globe-

[dms-saggicorn]

It’s far from finish but look at my pumpkin creature

[bitchkay]

[slitherred]

I am CONVINCED Eskel is a type of person who will say shit like, "I think I'm ready to adopt a kid," and then visit the nearest goat farm.

[softjjong]

Lip-syncing & slightly dancing in the grocery store while searching for my groceries is the best. Like I dont give a fuck anymore I gotta feel the music NOW

[a-slut-for-smut]

sketch vs final

no i’m not trolling

[timmydraker]

Everyone in the Bat Clan has been noticing something over the years, specially about Tim.

Every so often he will go to do something with his hands or even his entire body, such as swaying or shaking his hands, but always stops himself.

There’s almost this look of annoyance on his face that just barely hides discomfort, but he brushes it off quickly.

Bruce noticed and, thinking about Robin more than anything, offered some kind of fidgeting device to help him stay on task, only for Tim to snap at him for the first time. It was his usual snark or commenting on Bruce’s well being, but a real moment of lashing out.

He decided then not to bother Tim about his clear want to move around it play with something even if it’s just his hands, mainly because he was doing his job well.

Yet, as he starts to really try and be a good parent to his kids and realises that Tim is one of the places he messed up most by basically using him to cope with grief, he decides to ask the rest of the family what they think.

Dick says it could be ADHD and he needs movements, with Barbara backing it up with a few websites in agreement.

Damian says he should mediate and Cass so what agrees but says it probably won’t help someone like Tim that much.

Duke and Steph make up a somewhat chaotic plan of coercing him into telling them what he needs, out of love and somewhat aggressive care.

It’s Jason who just scoffs and says, “It’s stimming, you idiots. He has like, super messed up standards cause of his parents, right? They probably didn’t allow it but he’s got that like, autastic thing.”

Only Jason Todd could say something so smart followed by completely idiocy.

But he is right, very much so. It might also explain why sometimes he seemingly couldn’t handle touch but when he panicked he need to be squeezed as tightly as possible.

Naturally, with a family of emotionally repressed vigilantes, they decide to subtly let him know it’s okay.

Dick is the worst with it, speaking far too loudly about how Autism is okay and how he wants to learn to support autistic kids, while Bruce thinks nodding along to this helps.

Damian just stares at Tim for five minutes before bailing and running away.

When a month passes and Tim seem more like he’s even more ashamed than anything my, Cass smashes her hand on the table at dinner and drags him out of the room to talk to him.

Tim is forced to sit and listen to his sister, who may or may not be his favourite sibling, talk about how he’s not damaged or wrong for needing to stim and move his body. She calls him out on how he is being a hypocrite, for accepting people like Bart and Barbara and and her for their disabilities whether ADHD or something physical but not himself.

Tim wouldn’t have been moved by this if it was anyone else, but never in all the time he’s known her has he heard Cass say so many words in one go nor can see her cry so much. She’s loud when she cries, making up for her silence, but it’s only something any of them have seen twice and that was Bruce and Steph.

He doesn’t just magically accept that he’s neurodivergent, nor does he ever want a title as to what is different about him, but the difference is still noticeable.

A week later him and Dick are watching an episode of their show and something Tim adores, a comic series, is referenced. Instead of what he usually does, that being sitting there as still as he can, he bats his hands around a for a few seconds before pausing and waiting for Dicks reaction.

When Dick beams at him brighter than a sun he continues, smacking the couch and even Dicks arm in his excitement.

A few days later he makes a high pitched noice just to get to an itch in his throat and doesn’t realise that Jason is there, yet when the other responds with the same noice, given a bit deeper, Tim smile. Bruce walks in on them making strange noises at each other in a sort of echo.

It’s months later when it’s his birthday and his family has come together to buy him a new, stupidly expensive camera only to reveal they also added a red light room in the manner for him to print them that they really see how much safer he feels.

He flaps his hands aggressively and jumps in place, rumbling out words that don’t all much and thanking them over and over.

He squeals happily but only has a moment where he looks shamed before Bruce holds out a flat palm for him to smack excitedly.

Later, when he gets overwhelmed and crashes a little, Duke lies on top of him to give him pressure only for Steph to sit on him.

[sakuravalelp]

A dream land - DP X DC Prompt

Okay, so I was thinking about that episode "Perchance to dream" where Bruce is trapped in a dream world and this, even thought really different, came to my mind.

Danny is king or prince of the infinite realms. He's been working on personalizing/decorating his castle in the infinite realms. When he feels someone walking just outside the castles walls. The thing is, that someone isn't a denizen, they aren't in a corporeal body, but he can feel that they are very much alive and feel distinctly human. He approaches the person to ask why and how they are in the infinite realms, but they fade away before he gets the opportunity.

Clockwork, who was with him at the moment, tells him that the visitor from the living, was just the soul projection of someone that was sleeping, and then refuses to elaborate further. Since it's something that was to do with sleeping, Danny decides to go and ask Nocturn, it seemed like a reasonable assumption that he was the one at fault for the soul projection.

Contrary to what he thought, Nocturn informed Danny that Sleeping soul projection was a natural phenomenon that he didn't control. The land of dreams, ("My domain" - Nocturn reminds him), was in the infinite realm after all, and those who have been close to death sometimes slipped they're whole soul instead of just their mind, and ended up all over the infinite realms.

It isn't too different from a lucid dream for them, the body gets all the benefit of the sleep, the mind feels rested if they had a good time in the realms. Except, if they hurt their soul too bad during their little trip, it would have real consequences. Loosing memories, abilities regression, migraine, pain that reflects the soul damage, all either temporary until the soul healed, or permanent and deteriorating, and in some occasions finishing in the persons death. In the latter, the soul is usually too damaged and cease it's existence, or have enough ectoplasm and emotion to form into ghosts with crack cores whose existence is instantly in danger.

Danny clearly didn't like the image that was painted to him, so he asked Nocturn if there was really nothing that he could do. It took a lot of talking and convincing, but eventually Nocturn admitted he could be able to direct the soul projecting to appear on a certain place, but he refused to babysit anyone. Which was enough for Danny, all he needed to do was make another expansion in his castle.

He decided to make a garden to receive their soul projecting guests. The garden was enormous, with all kinds of spaced within it. Playgrounds, picnic spaces, soft benches, tables with ghost and space teamed board games, fountains, and of course, the beautiful flowers that surrounded and decorated the place. Once he got ghosts with gardening, protection and caring obsessions on the place to look out for the souls, he was ready to receive them. It took him by surprise the amount of people that came, the garden was never crowded, but was never empty either, and souls of all ages and places were visiting at all times.

He kept expanding the garden as he heard of new things their guests wished for. He enjoyed spending time in the middle of the garden where souls passed by but rarely appeared, it was calm, but not completly quite with the background noice of the soul enjoying their dreams, and he could do the more mundane king/prince work. Until, he starts getting a regular visitor on his little space of the garden.

Choose the DC character you prefer, my idea is for people who hasn't died in the past but has been in the doors of death (so died and came back would be disqualified but you do as you prefer), but I'm going with Tim.

The soul of a boy around his age appears just in front of him, as usual when he greets new arriving soul, he welcomes him with a gentle smile and tells him he is free to explore the garden. A ghost taker is assign to him. The soul, as usual, seems confused and like he wished to asks questions, but seems content to ask them to his tour guide, and Danny continues with his own duties.

But then, the same soul continues to appear in the same place every two or three days, they exchange greetings and every time talk for a bit longer before the boy leaves to explore once more. It's rear to have multiple visits from one soul, even more so for said soul to appear in the same place every time. By the four time, Danny decides to take a break on his royal duties and accompany his new friend.

~ They get close, and have cute scenes, Tim asks a lot of questions and Danny answers and not-answers a lot of questions ~

One day, Tim shows up as usual, but he is in full Red Robin costume, and well, Danny wasn't expecting an identity reveal.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

On the Bats side:

There's an attack of some villain that's able to put Red Robin (or character of your choice) on a sleeping beauty type of sleep while carrying a serious injury, were he stays sleep until teammates or backup gets him out of it. The event affects his soul, making him disconnect partially from the land of dreams and making his soul sleep project almost every time he sleeps.

Tim starts sleeping more often. It's worrying at first, Bruce being paranoid does every test in the book, despite Tim saying he's just finding sleep easier now. But, he was just affected by sleeping magic and suddenly his sleeping easier? Seems like a side effect, and that makes it worrying.

Tim's health in general improve, just like he's concentration and productivity. Who would have thought that working rested actually was more productive than working on less than three hours of sleep and missing obvious details and clues due to how tired you are.

With everything not only being okay, but better than before, paranoia about Tim's new sleeping schedule soon dies, and instead is replaced with teasing about how he used to refuse to rest kicking and screaming, and now he may sleep more than any of them.

On Tim's side, he's loving being able to soul project so often. He knew from the start he was in a different dimension, and he just wanted to know the hows, whys, and everything else. So far, he seems to do it at least once every three days, and he's even gone two times in a row a couple of times.

The garden had a lot of things to do, but Tim doesn't care about that, he's more interested in all the information he's getting. The first 3 times he was given different ghost nanny's, who were more focus on entertaining him and didn't really answer direct question. But then king/prince Phantom decided to accompany him personally, and everything went smoother. He was going back to get to know more about this new world, and maybe to know more about the cute prince/king too. He might also have gotten some better looking pajamas.

Now, he has a mission that takes more than a couple days with some people in his team that hasn't yet sen his face. He didn't realize how difficult it would be to do all nighters after getting used to a sleep schedule. He would usually try to go as long as possible without sleeping, but he decides that he should take advantage of the safety of where they're staying and sleep a bit too. He ended up soul projecting in full Red Robin costume. He tried to play it cool, maybe Phantom wouldn't know it was him.

"Red Robin, even if you didn't appear on the same spot as always, I can feel your soul. I know who you are."

[laleywashere]

If you take the effort to read my chicken scratch handwriting, Bless.

There's a scene I have written out with Jerria and Mason meeting after being separated for years. During that time Mason transitions with HRT, learns a bunch of cool druid tricks and Jerria doesn't recognize him when he confronts her for the first time.

Then insue shenanigans. 💙

[fortheb0ys]

FUCK ME LIKE THE MEN BETWEEN THOSE PAGES

Bottom John Price x Top Male Reader

Just Price brain rot🤤 I've always wanted to a model for MLM porn sites ngl so I'm living through this fic🙏 As usual not proofread :)

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Prices would be one of those faceless models for those erotic gay romance novels. All his work would be faceless. Just something he did to make money on the side.

It was a secret that was long forgotten. Memories replaced by his military service. His body more scarred than his younger self's. His own books but they were just collecting dust in a box.

When you got together, you had found one of the books Price had forgotten that was on a shelf. Your eyes grew wide as you noiced it was Price's shirtless body on the front cover. A small mole on his left hip was telltale that it was him.

Flipping the book over and reading the synopsis reveals the dirty content of it. All the colour washes from Price's face as he sees what you have in your hand.

Price was about to open his mouth to quickly deny it but saw your giddy excitement. Though Price felt a bit shameful, he told you that there was more. A lot more.

With much hesitation from him and a whole lot more convincing from you, Price lent you the books. His amazing body on every single one of them. A new scar here and there as the

He had been surprised that you never poked fun at him and that you were genuinely interested in his past works.

You'd admit that the sex scenes depicted were the main thing that got you interested. You'd imagine Price vividly as the characters he model on the front covers. It didn't take long for you to read through the lot of them.

When Price would be on deployment, he'd get a text from you.

Cum on the front cover or on the pages. Or others with your erect cock slotted like a bookmark between the pages with the dirtiest scenes, precum dripping onto the sheets.

You'd send worded texts underneath the photo like "Try these with me?" or "What if were we the ones to do this?"

Price hated himself for showing you the books right before the mission, making the wait painfully long.

Sexualy frustrated and slightly pissed he had to wait for his deployment to end, Price would have a lonely wank in his barracks. His fingers didn't feel right. His fantasies never felt like details in the books. Nothing felt like you.

Once he got back, Price had to fight back a boner as the anticipation took over him. He went through countless cigars trying to get his mind on something else. The 141 Boys knew something was up. Soap had to control the intrusive thoughts to ask if you were waiting naked when Price returned home.

Which he wasn't wrong. The moment Price came through that door he was already painfully hard. Before he could even open his mouth to greet you, you were on him like a fly to honey, attacking his neck with bruising kisses. Whispering the dirty dialog from one of the books made Price weak in the knees.

Thus was the beginning of your roleplay sex.

Your playtime is always different. Numerous scenarios with one thing in common: Mind blowing sex.

Price would play a royal guard, and you, the prince. A prince in a loveless engagement to a princess. A guard pleading loyalty as he rides the prince on the royal throne.

A grade slipping college student fucking his teacher in an empty classroom for extra credit. Blowjows underneath desks replaces the outdated method of study and paying attention to lectures.

A hunter who falls in love with a werewolf he's supposed to kill. The wolf is just a dumb puppy who needs to be told what to do. With a collar around his neck, ready to be tugged at and the willingness to please his master, puppy soon becomes skilled at lapping at master's hole.

A rowdy rockstar and his stressed out manager. The musician needing to burn off the adrenaline after the show and the poor management needing the stress fucked out of him. The real show was played backstage. The manager put on quite the proformance, his deep moans sounded much better than your singing.

A sex therapist that prefers to take on a more hands-on approach. That skilled tongue was used more than just giving advice.

Or lastly, a priest beguiled by a gorgeous sinner. Guilt was all he felt but it felt like true heaven. God would forgive any sin if he showed true repentance, right? Wouldn't Jesus have died for nothing if we didn't sin?

Sure, some where terrible written and some were written by women with a fetish for gay men. Seeing you act out the scenes without missing a beat or breaking out into laughter while you quoted the dirtiest and most ridiculous things.

You'd remember every dirty word uttered. Every scenario memorized. Price was starting to understand what those white women on TikTok saw in those fucking books. It was just too bad they couldn't live it out like he could.

[dms-saggicorn]

I’ve seen you do this with someone before and I’m not sure you be willing to do it again? If you are, could I possibly get some words of encouragement from Stu? If you do “Stu speaks” anymore that is? If not then that is completely okay!!

“Ya know, I really appreciate you… Sometimes I look at you and see that you are hurting. Seeing you that way makes me feel like crap, not because you bring the mood down or anything like that but I wish I could make you smile. I want you to know that I will be there for you and that you mean a lot to me. I know I am not the most glamorous dude but you sure as hell are hehe.”

[briseroyawritingsblog]

𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝒍𝒐��𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

• +18 minors do not interact. fluffy, happy ending, unprotected sex, soft sex, lots of smut, feelings, breeding kink, marriage. etc.

𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 / 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

divider by @anitalenia 🤍

“I do” you nod softly biting your lower lip, your sclera black eyes welling up with tears as you stand in front of your soon to be husband hands joined fingers tangled, the shimmery gold wedding rings touching.

“I do” Logan nodded too, itching fingers to raise your weil up to finally kiss his bride. God his heart was nearly jumping out of his chest and when the priest said that he may kiss his wife Logan didn’t waste a second. Uncovering your face he pulled you in his arms and covered your mouth in sweet kisses. Indulging into his warm embrace and his mouth you mewled at the taste of his tongue. Clutching your hands on his white button up your mouths melt.

“Ah..” you sob softly, opening your eyes. Raising your hand to look at your engagement ring, it shimmered even though it was pitch black in the room because of your dark curtains the lights from outside peeked in. Chest heaving up and down blinking away tears. You have been trying to make a baby for the last few weeks. For two months to be exact, but you weren’t lucky to catch on. Touching your lower belly you struggled with your emotions, hearing a noice in the living room you guessed that Logan was still awake doing paperwork. You have been financially stable, and living in peace. The life alone with him was so blissful and you experienced a true home. You worked with children full time, and you couldn’t stop wanting your own. Logan loved the idea of being a father and having his own running around so you both agreed to try and make a baby.

“Princess..” walking in the room wearing one of his white undershirt, pair of pants but the belt left open. Your tears didn’t stop as you lied there holding your lower belly even though he was now sitting next to you cupping your cheek wiping away your new tears. Soon you were about to marry him, he asked you to be his wife only few days ago. Small part of you struggled to accept that what if you were not able to carry children even though you had everything what you woman needed. “I’m sorry” a broken whimper escaped your lips. “Why are you sorry baby?” Logan spoke softly leaning down to kiss your forehead slowly dragging his lips to your cheek kissing away your tears. “Maybe I’m not a real woman.. I’m not real” you sobbed. Maybe it was pathetic, but god you felt so much like a failure.

“You are real for me” Logan kissed your shoulder resting his cheek against your own slowly inhaling her scent. You smelled like coconuts and sweet flowers, he closed his eyes dragging his nose to your collarbone and between your breasts. You pulled him closer fumbling with his belt and pants opening them “Show me..” you breathed desperate to pull his cock out. He groaned hungrily, getting rid of your sleeping shorts and your panties. Your pussy glistened with your slick, moans flowed out of your lips when he rubbed the head of his swollen cock between your folds. Hands coming up to his cheeks you flipped him over so you were on top. He groaned hiking up your tank top above your breasts watching them spring free god they were so round and perky. He loved every part of you-

Licking your fingers to moisten his cock even more before you happily sank on it. He let out a soft whimper seizing your hips with his hands trying to piston his hips up into you but you were too determined to love your man tonight. You wanted him so much- “Ugh baby..” you moaned clenching your mound around his cock his lips were left parted in pleasure when your small hands located his pecks. You began to move back and forth gyrating your warm core around his length making him melt under you. “Mommy and Daddy.. we can do it together” you let out little squeaks of pleasure as he ran his big palms on your sides lovingly caressing you. His breath hitched when you rocked your hips even faster “Fuck yes..” he grunted voice dripping with need and lust. Lips agape eyes shimmering with nothing but love as you picked up the speed of your hips riding him faster moaning softly. Logan couldn’t keep it down himself, he moaned for you as breath hitched in his throat. Feeling him in your soul your body shivered in pleasure “Daddy” you mewled bouncing on his cock quicker. Logan’s thumb slid in your mouth and you sucked on it his other hand eagerly squeezed and fondled your breasts twirling your nipples. “F-fuckkk..” he let out a breathy groan watching you bounce on his cock he held your thighs in his large palms struggling to keep going it felt so good his body began to surge with more pleasure. Cock throbbing and swelling in you, you cried out laying back down on his chest as you kissed. His tongue immediately claimed your own and he flipped you over moving both of his arms around your tiny body pistoning his hips into you thrusting in your sopping wet core. You clenched around him milking him for all and you moaned into your mouths in unison. Tongues swirling together your hands scratching down his back as pleasure bolted through your spine arching your back hitting your hips upwards welcoming his thrusts until you both found your highs. Even through your orgasms you moaned into each other’s mouths holding each other. Your legs and arms remained around him. Gazing at the ceiling Logan rested his face on your naked chest you hummed in post haze euphoria “I love you so much..” he sighed in satisfaction sleepily “me too bub, i love you to pieces”

two weeks passed— you got married. The ceremony was private and between you and Logan only and you couldn’t be happier. You didn’t need much in your life just him— just your person and your soulmate, but you tested negative for pregnancy again. Tears forming in your eyes holding your belly. “Nothing?” Logan wrapped his arms around you from behind and you sighed closing your eyes caressing his forearms looking at the negative pregnancy test on the sink. Your wedding rings shimmered under the light as your fingers touched “We will get lucky.. you gonna carry my little wolves soon” he kissed your cheek a soft smile on his lips burying his face in your hair. Heart skipped a beat at the thought of the moment you’d find out eventually that you’re carrying his baby wolves like he loved to call them.

“dinner in twenty..” you whispered kissing his knuckles before slipping out of his arms walking to the kitchen. Thunderstorm spread across the sky and you hummed switching on the flat screen. News were on, thinking Logan would come to the kitchen to take a beer and relax by the tv but instead of doing so he was right behind you distracting you kissing the back of your neck telling you how much he loved you. You couldn’t hide your smile anymore, your cheeks blushed as he touched and caressed every part of you possible undoing your apron just to kneel down sliding your shorts and panties down your thighs. You stepped out of them eagerly switching off the stove. Turning you around your husband’s mouth was on yours latching hard and passionately kissing you. Moaning into his lips fumbling with his belt and jeans unzipping them Logan was already hoisting you in his arms pressing you against the wall. You cried out against his lips as he impaled you on his cock. “Need to fill my wife with all of me all night..” you whimpered locking your arms around his neck as he held your hips moving you back and forth on his cock slowly starting to thrust at the same time causing your heart shake in your chest eyes closing lips parting as you moaned loudly. His face found home in the valley of your breasts breathing harshly snapping hips into you gripping your thighs in his hands making sure they are parted for him and god you shook in his arms “darling.. ughhhh!! Ugh!” You cried clinging to him as if your heart depended on it and Logan growled his claws shooting out smashing into the wall behind you. You gasped looking at him your noses touching smiling the way his hips never stopped pounding into you “fuck fuck fuck…!” your head tipped back as you bounced up and down quicker and quicker your back sliding up and down against the wall your core clenched around his length. “mmm” running your hands down his back your thighs rocked against his sides the more he snapped his hips into you. “love my little wife’s mess on my cock, can’t wait to fill you with my wolves” he smiled against your lips and you giggled kissing him letting him hold you against the wall and repeatedly pound you until you couldn’t breathe and you were drenching his cock in your sweet release. Your body shook as you coated his length in your orgasm and soon he shoved himself deeply in you giving you another of his precious loads cumming deeply in you nestling himself right against your womb making sure it’s filled with his cum. “baby” you mewled, licking his lower lip and he hugged you close. “You have a wall to repair..” chuckling Logan smirked against your breasts “Can’t help it darling you feel so good” he spend another moment being inside of you and you both couldn’t stop kissing and tasting each others mouth —

“Just one more sweetheart.. c’on show daddy how much you love his tongue” he breathed as heat pooled in your core after not even remembering precisely— how many orgasms did your body endure underneath your husbands. You’ve read in books that newlyweds were always glued to each other and wanting one another so badly. “Please please” you whimpered rocking your mound against your husbands mouth as he teased your clit with his tongue and from the sweet overstimulation you couldn’t take it but cum once again. “Atta girl” he smiled kissing his way up to your breasts sinking back inside of you. Your moans echoed in the bedroom as soon as your hips clashed against one another and you both reached heaven. Passing out in your husbands arms, waking up in his arms— you couldn’t be happier. Heat radiating from his body as the first ray of sunshine peeked through your dark curtains the city becoming alive once again, the holographic advertisements showed something new everyday and you couldn’t stop your curiosity. New robots were made, were they like you? Overtime just coming to life? Or were you just the only one special? Logan stirred awake and he peppered your naked chest in soft kisses “Mornin kitten” you immediately blushed rolling on top of him hugging him tightly.

“Goodbye Blake!” You smiled at one of your little children leaving the day care. Waving him goodbye you gathered the colouring pencils off the floor when you felt the sensation in your stomach. It was a heavy feeling and it travelled upwards. Giving the pencils to your colleague you rushed to the bathrooms, and there it was. Your very first time being sick, like a normal human being. A friend of yours came in to check on you and god you felt so nauseous. Lightheaded. That you almost fainted. And it happened at home too, maybe it was time for you to tell your doctor that you feel unbelievably unwell.

After Logan left for work, you dressed and left your apartment. Of course you didn’t tell him because he’d worry so much about you and you didn’t want to stress him. Maybe parts of you were dying out.. maybe you had blood poisoning. Or worse..

Sitting in the consulting room you spoke to your doctor about your symptoms and she smiled. “Have you been active with your husband, Mrs Howlett?” You nodded immediately “Well of course we love each other” you admitted nervously rubbing your palms together. “Let’s do a little check up shall we?” She guided you to lay back and place your legs on the holders so she can sit between your thighs and look you over. She smiled peeking up at you as you lied there nervous “Am I broken doctor?” You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know how woman’s body worked. “Have you had your cycle this month?” You furrowed your eyebrows together shaking your head telling her a ‘no’

“Well.. your cervix is perfectly sealed, you’re expecting” she smiled at you and abruptly sat up. “What?!” She removed her gloves nodding. “If this is your first please don’t be nervous babies are a miracle. I’m sure your husband will love the news” and there it was. You broke down crying— emotions all over the place and tears rolled down your cheeks. “You don’t understand.. we have been wanting this baby for a long time.. and I thought I’m not lucky enough to be real.. but I’m real” you sobbed taking the tissue from the doctor as she listened to you. “Marriage is beautiful—my dear, this baby is a blessing” she rubbed your back to comfort you and you smiled wiping away your tears.

As you walked home caressing your belly with both of your hands you couldn’t stop smiling. You couldn’t wait to tell Logan that you were carrying one of his precious little wolves and maybe more than one maybe two.

You wanted to wait until dinner to tell him, your heart was beating so fast every time you looked at him while he did some paperwork by the table. Approaching him you sneaked on his lap straddling him wrapping your legs and arms around him clinging to him. He smiled hugging you back pen between his lips reading specs on the bridge of his nose as he read through his paperwork. As silent as you were so was your crying, you were so happy. Soaking his white shirt in your tears you kissing his neck and his ear “I’m pregnant” you breathed and the pen from between his lips fell out. “What?” You nodded slowly kissing his shoulder “I’m pregnant.. and I’m so happy” you hugged him but his arms tightened around you seeking your lips. You kissed him softly meeting his gaze and you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest —

“I am real for you..”

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𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒕. 🤍